#I am Janna Hill

[sleepydross]

"Perimortem"

Chapter One: Lone Digger Warnings: Extreme, detailed gore. Sibling abuse and, let's face it, extreme sibling disharmony. Death. Murder. Intrigue. Visceral horror, gaslighting and implied abuse.

Hi. Welcome to Chapter One. Do me a favor okay? Mind the content warnings, I'll try to do them comprehensively on every chapter. Mind the tags, if you want to find story posts easily, search 'Perimortem Story,' every post will have this tag. If you like my work please reblog I guess, I'd like people to read it. <3 Thank you. >>>>>>.

"I need to know where you're at on the information regarding Exro N'Tone and his Mistress," Nisal said. Malla blinked, a few times, and then chuckled.

"His Mistress is the least interesting thing about him," she replied, waving her hand. A holomonitor shifted aside, allowing her to look her sister in the eye. Houndite physiology being as varied as it was, her sister had four arms, and was using all of them to interact with various screens, her synthetic eyes darting in various directions. Admittedly, Malla was used to it, but understood why people found watching her work freaky. She got one eye to stare at, and that was generous in and of itself.

"Spill," Nisal said, absently.

"Exro isn't just fucking Janna Onie, from BioUltra, the lady third down from the top, he's also bottoming for Iko Kalavan, the secretary to the ceo of his competitor. There's shit going on there, and people are definitely being pumped for intel and then some."

"Fascinating. Formulate a strategy for acquiring proof and necessary supplementary intelligence, and operate underneath the sheets, little sister. I do not need a repeat of Kango Fortali's home."

"First off, that op went shitways because your dog squad crawled their asses in there itching for a throw down, and also, apparently weren't trained in proper curse ward detection and penetration," Malla said, and she regretted it instantly, as the older, taller houdite froze, all four of her eyes staring in different directions. One by one, she closed her screens and lowered her thickly muscled arms, each eye snapping in order onto Malla's face.

Nisal did not like having her own inadequacies thrown in her face.

"S-Sister, apologies. I grew too bold, and spoke inappropriately," she said, bowing her head, tensing her shoulder muscles for what was about to rain down on her. Her sister had made a mistake, and shit had rolled down hill, and desperate to please the only person other than their father who remotely mattered to her…

She'd taken the heat.

Bringing it up again was just, shitty… she made her own damn choice. She'd chosen to take the heat. She'd…

It felt like she'd chosen. Did she choose?

"Yes, of course," Nisal said. "And you took the heat, for which I am grateful."

Malla looked up, blinking. Her sister was smiling at her. Coolant ran in her veins, freezing her heart in her chest, tightening it all until she couldn't breathe. There she sat, frozen, eyes like iced over, unfocused. All four of her arms were stilled, her hands trembling quietly in her lap. It felt as if she'd been poisoned, as if this was a trick, as if the room was too hot and too cold, all at once.

Nisal just smiled at her, and it looked… it looked right, it looked genuine. It looked like a person's smile. Her sister only smiled at her when she did things right, and only smiled like that when she did things REALLY right.

"Why is your heart beating nearly three times as fast as usual - the left one, I assume your primary, right now," Visal asked, or said, Malla wasn't even remotely sure. "You appear afraid. Are you afraid of me, little sister?"

Click, clack, that sound of a revolver's cylinder being shut. Slow pull, now.

In the silence of a loaded gun, Malla opened her mouth, tried to speak, and failed.

"Little sister?" Nisal asked, tilting her head, hellhound like ears twitching from vertical for a moment.

Click. End of the slow pull. The hammer was back. Finger on the trigger.

Wasn't it?

"I… yes, I… I meant nothing, I meant no disrespect, Nisal. I… I meant nothing by that, I meant, i meant only to reaffirm what I will do to ensure you are not bothered, Nisal," she said, rapidly, and slowly - pausing lots, and then managing words in short spurts.

"Naturally, little sister. If I believed anything else I would be terribly angry," she said, softly, without a hint of venom. "Now, go get your team together, and get to work planning out the op. We need this intel, as fast as possible.

"Y-Yes, Nisal, ma'am. I will do so," she said, rising, bowing at the waist. "I will do my best for you."

"Yes, of that I am sure," Nisal said, chuckling. "Go on, make me proud."

Malla rose from her bow and turned, walking one footstep at a time because if she didn't do it manually she was going to collapse to the floor and humiliate herself. In the short hallwaylet to the door, she resisted the urge to support herself on the wall, and then passed through the door and waited until she heard it automatically close behind her before turning, and walking calmly away. That was all she had to do.

She had to be in control. She had to be calm. She had to be perfect. Every movement was measured and she felt her freedom come in the absolute focus on that perfect motion, on walking with her four hands clasped behind her back, staring calmly down her muzzle at the curving hallway ahead of her.

She hated the Al'lal'lix Structure, and emerging onto the lowest viewing balcony gave her a single moment of relief in the fresh, cool air ruffling her fur before she headed to the allistor moor. As perfectly as possible, as utterly focused as she could look, Malla swung her leg over the seat, settled in, and activated the clamps that closed on her legs. She let herself lay forward, then, the seat softening significantly until she was near horizontal, staring forward into the primary drawscreen, all but snuggling the vehicle's interior.

Her optic nerve interrupt hardware kicked in and her eyes went dead, and then the view from the primary cameras came in nice and clear. She pulled away, piloting the deft craft without an ounce of drift, signal resistance, or anything else. She had to gather the team.

She had to get the plans done. It was her third day awake, and she was fine. She was absolutely fine.

To some sandpounder far below, the sight of Neon Glass from an aerial position might have been breath taking, the cavern a full six hundred miles at the widest, three hundred and fifty or so at the narrowest, eight miles in height. Lightlace like what 'held up' the infinite stone ceiling of Hell ran in veins through the great pillars left in place when the cavern was bored over two centuries, as the city grew in around it. It had stood finished for over a century.

Pyramids and rivers of glass and light and steel hung from above and grew from below, the innersky a choked place of endless jet transports, cargo craft and civilian vehicles, a constant flurry impossible to navigate without an AR hookup and a vehicle connection to the primary transportation network - or a fuckload of skill and even more magic.

She had a high priority connection and was glad to only provide subtle guidance and basic organic judgement tasks - watching out for surprise obstacles and other vehicles, primarily, in case of emergencies. At the speed she was going, no one was going to entirely trust the AI network.

She didn't fly into the glittering glass sky, but down to the floor, between canyons of light and advertisements, past billions of people she couldn't bother to care about, because she had a job. She had a job, and she was useful, and she was especially useful to people with significant power in the real way in the city. That made her better off than half the fucks she flitted past and-

That line of thought was terminated as soon as she realized it affected her heart rate. Nisal, she no doubt, had access to all of the biometrics and monitoring systems in the craft. Calm was absolutely required.

Perfection was the name of the game, as she flew down into the primary access tunnel for the sub-chamber below, where the industrial district found its horrible, annoying home. They were scheduled to be moved into a more fitting location soon, but at that time, she simply hadn't proven herself valuable enough have a place in the main chamber. Intelligence Operatives were a dime a dozen and she had to be a dollar a dozen more before she warranted a glittering glass office or anything else - at least.

That didn't matter. Her craft came to rest on the rooftop of the building, and almost before the shell opened, the roof structure closed over her and the vehicle, to conceal its presence - all formality, the entire district area they operated out of was largely automated systems. They were dodging the prying eyes of botwatchers and other freaks, not other operators.

Operators.

She still hadn't been approved to work field things, she had to run ops from the sand splashing fucking…

Inside. She walked, her boots clicking quietly on the stone tiles of the rooftop, her body weak, her legs trembling and then…

She was inside. In that space, she was king, and she made the rules. She placed the bugs. She controlled every single thing, including the small bathroom on the first floor that was a complete blindspot including having a natural reason to block biomonitor implant signals. In that bathroom, with the door shut and one of the floor's primary thaumic field regulators in the wall next to her humming softly, she vomited up everything she'd eaten that morning, and then followed it with letting out a wracking, horrible sob. There, broken and alone, she huddled in the corner beneath the sink and thanked the stars that Jackos had kept his word on making sure the damned bathroom was clean.

It wouldn't have mattered if the spiders were still there. She was losing her shit, and she had to get a grip, and get a grip fast. The moment she entered the building, everyone was called from their labs, or called back to the building from wherever they were nested up to do their research, planning and softsliding and…

She had minutes, a counter on her visual hud ticking marks as her team made their way into the main building, a floor below, greeted their analysts and assistants, their personal subteams… and headed up to see her. She choked and sobbed, cried and threw up a second time, and then set to work. It was critical that everything was perfect. Every drop of vomitus cleaned up, every tear washed carefully from her cheek fur.

Her people couldn't know she was weak, couldn't see her being so. Any team of operators was only as good as their controller - which was why she wanted to get into field work, but the idea of killing, it was…

She couldn't let them see her weak.

Standing in front of the mirror, she peered at her rich black fur, long and thick in the relatively cold, climate controlled cavern city. She carefully dabbed at the still damp patches of fur until they were dry. With her kit, she reapplied the fur stain that shaded the red around her eyes, and then took only a moment to re-oil her mane and brush it out. Satisfied, she turned and opened the door, hands clasped behind her back as she walked down the short access hallway and into the top floor operations center. Outside of that room, it was all hellcrete and industrial steel. Inside?

Inside was sanctuary.

Damnatium laced meta-panels covered every surface, some custom cut and molded to fit over the minimal machinery in the room - it had once been a board room, before automation made industrial jobs in the sky a lot less common. Behind her, a panel slid over the door, adding extra meta-panels to block signals that might slip through the cracks. It was a dead zone, cold and signal free, and she couldn't even cry in there.

Her team awaited, and she looked to Green, the freshfaced imp with a penchant for knifework and a body small enough for the cramped vents used in high security facilities.

"Green, do you have the floorplan for the related areas of the building? And an actual location where this tryst is happening?"

"Sure do," he said, gesturing to Koka, a huge taurosi woman who looked as concerned as Malla had ever seen a taurosi look - and Malla didn't show a thing in response to that concern, because the few times they'd slept together was purely recreation, and she couldn't afford letting anyone close to her. It was a dangerous position, existing as the youngest daughter of the Vix Patriarch, CEO of one of the most prestigious private security and intelligence gathering operations corporation in that section of the city.

It was a dangerous position if she fucked up. Anyone near her would go down so hard they'd hit the sand before they knew what was happening.

"Got 'em. Had to punch a few holes in a fellow, but he won't be talking," she murmured, discontentedly, as if something about the plans made her uncomfortable. Standing around the table, they waited as she slid the slickstick into the port. Their command table's holoprojector kicked on, and displayed a squat, five floor rectangle.

Malla raised an eyebrow.

"He's… fucking another CEO's… secretary… in a prefab industrial building?" she asked, slowly.

"The location comes straight from Nisal's personal penetration team, so, I guess so," Green said, but it was clear he too was somewhat unnerved. "Same model as ours. Standardization gone mad, I guess."

"I guess," Malla murmured, glancing to Xees, a succubus with at least enough hound in him to have a tail and ears. "Let's get on with this. Xees, what have you found out about the location?"

"So far, not much. Getting scans from the structure was impossible, that whole zone is high yield fucking bugged. I got coords, right? But the access tunnel was blocked off, locked down, one of those access-only-during-certain-hours sectors - dangerous high value manufacturing. I couldn't fuckin' get in, access is guarded when open.. I had to buy this off Kekel in the Whisper Market," he confessed, sighing, and he too stuck his slicky into a slot. The building's hologram exterior was peeled away, highlighting rooms in an identical layout, one they were all absolutely familiar with. Standardized buildings had been all the rage when the city was just being built and its industrial zones were bored out - they were fast, cheap, and made of nice and sturdy hellcrete.

There was still something surreal to plotting their entrypoints and planning an op on an identical structure to their own, but… at the same time, it wasn't as if they didn't know them well. What became bothersome was when Xees keyed up his data, providing them with thermal and thaumic scans of the building, arcanametrics profiles of the structure, and so on.

Their building hologram replicated itself into a total of three, which formed a pyramid that slowly rotated, showing the thermal, magical, and acoustic hotspots in the structure.

No one spoke. No one knew what to say. They all just stared, confused, knowing each other's habits and where their workspaces were, where the loud machines were, and they could see the building there were staring at was not merely a copy of theirs, not merely standardized…

It was theirs, down to the notes suggesting a command holotable on the top floor due to heat and acoustic data, and significant signal and thaumic shielding and…

"Boss," Xees said, good and slow. "What in the sand is this shit?"

"I don't know," Malla replied, that cold, frozen feeling returning, slowly. "I… I don't know. It looks, it appears… to be our building."

"It doesn't appear to be, it fucking is!" Green shouted, slamming her hand on the command table. "They're burning us."

"My sister is not burning us," Malla said, shakily. "S-She was pleased with me, she-"

"I do not have time for you to be psycho about your crazy asshole family," Green spat, pivoting and opening the cabinet where they stored the shotguns. "I'm sending an alert signal to the folks downstairs and our techs and shit, we all have to split. This is fu-"

Malla actually couldn't process things, for a few seconds. The huge taurosi woman stood there, arm extended, hand on the door - but a thick gray plate of something silvery-gray (enchanted bonesteel, Malla realized dimly) was just… also there, and then… it wasn't. The sound it made coming out was louder than the horrible THUCKSNAP of it punching into the building, this awful grinding noise that lasted less than a tenth of a second.

Green still stood there, just… unmoving, until her knees buckled and she went down hard, arms limp at her sides. When she fell sideways, the upper half of her head rolled wetly off, squirts of hot red blood still jutting from cleanly cut veins.

"GET DOWN!" Malla screamed - but Xees was already on the floor, crawling towards the corpse and then over it. He reached in, managed to snag the sidearms stored in the bottom, and rolled onto his back, head on Green's stomach as the blood from the eight foot tall woman's body spread slowly outward. Occasionally, her legs twitched. One of her arms shifted.

Her mouth opened, at least once, and then just stayed open. Malla didn't even notice the sidearm sliding towards her, she didn't hear Xees shouting at her…

Her eyes drifted left, to Koka, the only one in the room who had ever seen her cry, the only person in the entire world she felt like she could call a friend. Koka, a bullfaced taurosi, was typically less facially expressive than most, but…

But Malla had, had seen her face, learned her face. She dreamed of her, sometimes, half of the time they were nightmares at the end, where some fuckup got the Taurosi killed.

Koka was staring at her forearm, confused. Blood squirted in time with her heartbeat, because that forearm ended about an inch from the elbow.

The houndite heard her confused question, the last words she'd say, through the ringing of adrenaline and terror, and then it all went to white noise again.

"How come?" Koka asked, anything but innocent, but baffled and nearly childish with terror anyway - and then a three foot wide plane of metal slammed through her, just below her shoulders. Both blades, the lower one having cut halfway to her spine through her side and stayed there after severing her arm, retracted rapidly…

And Koka was gone. Just like that.

Just… gone.

All she heard was ringing. All she smelled was the growing stink of blood iron. All she…

She had never pulled the trigger on anything but paper targets, she'd never… she'd never seen someone die, not up close. Sure, her job had her eat her fill and then some of photographs of horrible or gory deaths. She'd seen videos of enhanced interrogation, but… she'd not watched any more of wetwork done on her orders than she had to, she…

"-SNAP THE FUCK OUT OF IT," Xees barked, in her face, on all fours in front of her - and she heard that THUNKSNAP, felt a whisper of air moving over her head. He went rigid, eyes wide. His right pupil dilated, blood trickling from the corner of his eye as that very orb wandered off to the side. Red splattered from his nose. His mouth fell open and hot red flooded out of it, splattering on the floor, speckling her face.

On all fours, he was sliced from ass to the tip of his nose, his head raised. The blade ended inches from Malla's face, a wide, flat chisel tip. His eyes widened at her, and then rolled back.

The lower half (including his belly, arms and legs) fell, and she stared silently at his severed insides, as the half-digested food in his split stomach burbling, running out into the tissues around it, his kidneys left above the plane of gray metal above her, and half his heart still throbbing, reacting to some latent impulse even though his brain was, as far as she could tell, largely gone.

The grinding came again, that horrible, loud, utterly rapid withdrawal, and his back and the top of his head splatted down onto what remained of the lower.

Malla was screaming, incoherently, crawling in terror to the corner of the room. She could taste him, all that was left of him, in her mouth - his blood, in her mouth. She threw up, again, curling into a ball and breaking completely, sobbing as the room was perforated over and over, as other agents were forced into the room and diced to pieces, or ran in shouting about incursion.

It was like being trapped in the corner of a blender, and something downstairs was forcing them up into the grinder, gunfire cracking and turning the horrible sound of this new blade weapon into a kind of underlying beat to a symphony of death.

The sound, very suddenly, stopped. Malla clutched her pistol, hands shaking so bad she couldn't have hit someone two feet in front of her - and then… the roof access hallway door opened, the panel sliding aside. Her sister stepped in, in plain black pants, a plain black shirt, and a standard company vest.

Malla tripped and stumbled over the corpses of people she had known, had worked with, for years. Past the carrion field, soaked in vital red and sticky with it, she barreled into her sister, wrapping her arms around the woman.

"N-Nisal… thank the Lucifer… we, I don't know, we were made. You, you got here just in time, I just… I-I don't know how… I don't-"

"Shhhh, little sister," Nisal said, drawing her sidearm. "You're annoying me."

Malla barely had the time to register those words before the pistol pressed to her unarmored stomach and pain filled in the gaps between horror and trauma with a BANG! She staggered back, confused, sick, and pressed her hands to her stomach. They came away even slicker, even redder, and in a panic, reacting on animal instinct, she frantically tried to cover the holes, before sinking to her knees.

"You're pathetic… utterly broken. Lacking rage, lacking hate, lacking malice. Weak insects have no place in this family, and as our father dies tonight, you fucking pathetic freak, I will have no further concerns to my name," she said, with such calm, such terrible satisfaction. She smiled that same loving, beautiful smile, but now it was… twisted - or was it the same? Malla felt twisted, writhing in agony on the floor, her life leaking out all the new holes in her torso. "Goodnight, little sister. Don't take it personally. You just weren't made for being in my life."

Malla tried to raise her arm, fire her pistol, do anything - but Nisal just stepped forward, ripped the pistol out of her hand, and returned to the wall beside the door, shutting it.

"No signals, no distress calls. I'm going to watch you die, little sister," she murmured.

Malla would take time… so much time…

Time to bleed out, time enough to roll away from Nisal, to stare out over the entirety of her life. A room full of corpses she'd been… friends?

Did she even have friends? It was a room full of corpses, and all of them died to save her, and she could only best describe them as colleagues. It dawned on her she didn't… know most of their lives, their families, anything about them. The less that intel operators knew about each other, the better.

The room was a monument to everything she was - the corpses of disconnected strangers, piled up at her feet for the crime of simply working with her.

"P-A-T-H-E-T-I-C," a soft, androgynous voice said, right in her ear. Nisal said nothing. Malla rolled, panting blood into her mouth, and found herself staring at a metallic face made up of tiny, mirrored tiles that floated strangely in the vague shape of a head. These tiny little tiles flooded in and out of a dark, strange robe… and in a hand made of steel that looked like an ancient mechanoprosthetic, it held a small pistol. This creature's face, the tiny mirrors of its 'skull,' were disorienting. They made it hard to think. Her eyes darted to its armament. "What, this? Look at this, instead of my face, idiot."

It brought the weapon close to her face, showing her the frame of glinting damnatium-steel, black and smooth, with an inlay of bonesteel. It opened the cylinder, and pulled a round free - it was copper jacketed, but with some odd kind of polymer-

It was not polymer. Frost coated the bullet in seconds, leaving only the oily, almost black tip untouched.

Nithilite.

A reaper.

"Bingo, fucknuts. I am The Thing You Can't Defeat of the Seven Deaths, and this is my friendly pistol, Charon," it said, chuckling, mirrors jittering with the sound. "Stare at the pistol, and think to me, or your asshole sister will hear."

Malla blinked, wondering if this was an actual reaper, or DMT.

"Fuck off, idiot, arachite don't get Deathdreams, you get Purgatorium Walks. If this was fake, you'd be in the woods already. See any fucking treeeeees?" it asked, sarcastically. She looked back to its face, and then back to the gun, wondering if it would use it. "Yes, I will, you dense bitch, if you don't want a chance to get revenge."

The dying houdite scoffed, wetly, choking on her own blood. Revenge?

She was pathetic.

"Yeah, you are, but you don't have to be. You can live… if you're willing to do something for me. There's this, thing, let's call it a disease… and a few people managed to exterminate it, a while back. It's funny, cause I sort of… liked it, it's a gift, you know? I'm a giver, like that," it said, its tone warm and slightly nasally, strangely accented though it was. "Drink their blood. Suck down the muck and shit and slime, kiddo. Drink it in, like a fuckin' FREAK!"

Malla stared at the gun, still, but furrowed her brow. It was getting kind of hard to see, or… maybe to process what she was seeing. Pain was… complicated, and whether she was in any, mysterious.

It told her to drink the slick liquid she laid in, her own blood, the blood of fallen friends, messes of organ fluids, digestive contents. It must've been fucking crazy.

"Rude, and unnecessary, and… I can go, if you want. Like, you can die, I'll just sorta do the spooky shadow thing, all that. You'll forget me, die… whatever. Or you can do me a favor, and become a monster. Do it, and do it quickly. Drink the deathmuck, spyling. Suck down the blood and death of all the horrible people that you barely know. Drink the blood of warriors who did your dirty work."

Why the fuck would she do that?

It swooped in close, and whispered in her ear, "because you've lived your whole live sucking fucking boot, and what happens next is going to change… everything. It will suck, oh yes, fucking MIGHTILY! But, you will get to live. From there, it's all up to you. Transmission of this, hm… disease, is not easy. I'm excited to see if you choose to pass it on."

Malla rolled over, struggling herself up onto all fours.

"Come on, do it. Do it, do it, do it. Drink this gross shit and take my gift, my infection. Drink it, you pathetic fucking idiot, you used little thing. Drink it, and for fuck's sake, be INTERESTING!" it shouted, laying on her, weighing almost nothing, a whisper - but she felt its face, near her ear, mirrors drifting through her mane. "Become something more than the tool these fucking FREAKS made you, or I'm going to shoot you in the fucking head and wash your memories out and shove you back into the coil all over again."

Koka's shoulders, neck and head had somehow, in the chaos, landed upright amid piles of meat that used to have faces and homes and habits and-

Koka's empty eyes stared at her, and Malla realized she didn't know a god damn thing about the woman beyond the sounds she made in bed and how efficient she was at her job.

She got low, drove herself down, and lapped at the blood and shit and death. It was like a fucking ocean, her former colleagues were diced so brutally, so completely. She swallowed it, choking on it, trying not to throw it back up.

"Atta girl… drink, drink, drinkity drink… suck down all that death. Do you taste the gift, yet? It can take some time to kick in. Come on… more, more, more!" The Thing You Can't Defeat howled, in her ringing ears, its voice immaculate and clear despite that she could hardly hear Nisal when she spoke.

"What are you doing you fucking loser?" her older sister demanded - and, frantic, Mala slurped down more. She choked less on every swallow, and the nausea dimmed until she lapped it up like a dog, like a beast, her muzzle caked in clots and gore. "You've really gone insane? Sands and fire, little sister, this is so embarrassing. You honestly do not even know. Dumping your body right into the pools? It'll be a fucking relief."

And then Nisal shot her in the back of the head - twice, to be sure.

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6.9.23 Friday

7:58 am

Yeah! I go for it angels!!!

Let's do it! The world war 3!

Unity of the world!!!

Uncle Jun is preparing going to the Georgia'Z forest...

From the past weeks Uncle Jun's sofa-crib whenever he left in the morning, he always well-arranged everything on his sofa-crib.... Strange changes.... hmmm...

8:15 am

I go for "Amanda Gorman"!!!

For the unity of the world...Yeah! Let's go... For the harmony of the world... Sure! Let's go...For the equality of the world.... Yes! Let's go...

Coz the one will not come never feel defeated coz they are on the top of the hill and never experience being at the bottom...

FOR GOD'S NAME!!!

11:28 noon

I'm ready for a call...

1:45 pm

Still,having windblow trap and done eating lunchie with everyone...

I still feel bitter and life is unfair for me since 2007, some particular Monkeya'Z took my seat and my college diploma... I always dream to be on rightful spotlight but there will always be an obstacle for me since this windblow came into me and just spinning me for nothing... I'm not happy and I'm not fulfilled since 2007...

They repeat me for multiple times,it's like killing me multiple times without allowing me to fight that they got some of my ideas and concept about the important wisdom about everything....

Another thing, I feel bitter I can't find a new support system ( bf not monkeya'Z)... I feel bored... It doesn't matter if there will be a world war 3...So what? Life came from God and we are all human...Life these days aren't equal for me... I know that I deserve more but they took it away from me and I feel hurt since 2007...

2:08 pm

I feel bored... I miss starbucksing....I badly need a support system (a religious and an understanding bf not monkeya'Z ) yeah! To be my support system ( my financial support ) most specially these days....I want someone mature and with stability and I don't wanna commute that far, it doesn't matter if it's colored or white but willing to be respectful on my needs.... Having nice teeth of course and know rightful hygiene...

I need to remove my "deep smile lines"....I feel fat and ugly...I miss going to gym and most specially AF (anytime fitness )... But I need a job as well... I'm so angry and irritated coz I have windblow trap since 2007 and aging is supposed to be not on my system... They just aged me for nothing...

2:28 pm

Plus, there is a shoppee delivery for Uncle Jun but still unpaid it is 899, since last Wednesday he was having delivery from shoppee but unpaid! I told the shoppee to simply text or call Uncle Jun coz he didn't leave any money for that...

The parcel of Janna is here already from Shopee as well but good thing paid already...

So, J & J? Janna & Jun... Nothing, no meaning at all...

4:26 pm

I'm just thinking of "Moonson" but this happened in the states ( America ).... But here probably mixed of church of christ and other religions and high society people but mainly led by an Indian people ( perhaps,people came from India )...Just wondering how did everything start here in Cavite, Philippines?

4:47 pm

I don't wanna think extreme....But the shoppee delivery guy wore a sunglasses and bandana kerchief but on his face... It is kinda weird... The guard here must check everyone before they will allow to enter our village...

Good thing Neko is in the garage....If in case there is a bad soul, Neko can detect...

5:39 pm

Is there an application just like on "missed connection" movie that if you wanna find a person that you bumped somewhere, you can make an announcement there... But I want an app titled as "link with me"...

Like here? Wanted bf?

Now? I wanted the 2 colored guy here but I'm just wondering if they can be my financial support. One is skinhead, I hope he is good guy but he smells good the last time I saw him walking here in our street....He smells good and chubby.... Coz he smells good the colored guy ( I accidentally noticed his presence ), he was at my back, I was near on the store of Ate Cha....I saw him twice,but that day, the colored skinhead guy walked towards my direction ( near ate Cha store ), I just noticed him coz his scent lingered on my nose... I turned back and saw this colored skinhead chubby but good smelling colored guy...

The other colored guy is still young...

Are they wealthy, who can be my support system? But I wonder where are these 2? I think they have different circles...

I really feel bored these days and I wanna have some action in life, angels... I need a support system...

7:30 pm

I still have pelvic/ priformis/ sciatica pain...

I want a bf, aside from English speaking, I want someone who can respect me and be supportive on my "me time or my own moment"...

8:21 pm

I always wanted to flatten my tummy and I exercised since high school, I joined martial arts aikido (during high school ) and taekwondo ( during college ), just to control my weight and home exercise...

And after college on and off I went to different gyms here in Cavite and belly dancing class ( believe or not I went to belly dancing class for my waist line ). I hate gaining too much but my body built is really chubby...

Recently,I went to AF ( Anytime Fitness ) but pandemic came in everything changed and now I feel bitter...

If I will get a bf I want someone who can respect me coz I have different character, if I gained too much I became "Kitty Galore"...

9 pm

Done, exercising.... Too much of waiting is too much, angels...

I still have windblow trap... I feel hurt since 2007 and a lot of mean or wicked most of FilipiNOSE Monkeya'Z made up a story that I'm not a college graduate, I feel hurt... I just had an on and off job, after Cebu Pacific Air but before that I had a job but I hopped into different industries...

9:48 pm

Relaxing, in a lil while will take my shower...

It is just nowadays that I'm bum... So, after Cebu Pacific Air year 2007 that I had my amnesia that my 3rd partner named Ryan was somehow my bf and personal assistant or nurse coz I just remember now that my aunt Jasmine ( the first legal partner of Uncle DD ) became my guardian or personal assistant those days that I was with Ryan ( After Rocky & JP )...

I can't remember our anniversary even on Rocky and JP or the dates that should be remembered...

But my first puppy bf during high-school named Jimbo, I remember our anniversary it was Feb.14 that I gave him 2 donuts... But I wasn't that focus on our relationship, it was just a "love team" for school charity/ money/ popularity contest... Weird!

In the Nutshell:

I want to have new circle of friends who can accept me and willing to embrace me and concern about me but never interfering on some personal matters about me such as my love life.....I want friends who will not judge but willing to accept and know me....

But these days I want a support system ( a bf for my financial needs and my personal needs )...I need a bf after 16 years, I need some action in life...

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[therealjannahill]

Read an eBook Week #Tbt

Ah I vaguely recall my start as an independent writer; it almost seems like a lifetime ago. I can’t even remember how I found [the oddly named] Smashwords, but I am glad we connected. Mark Coker’s publishing platform really simplified my life. And then Draft2Digital with Books2Read came along with their pretty little layouts and boom I had a new crush. And a new distributor. But I never left…

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#TBT #author #creative writing #I am Janna Hill #independent authors #memories #photography #photography by Janna Hill #poet #read an eBook #spring reading #writing through life one word at a time

[jannahill]

Read an eBook Week #Tbt

Ah I vaguely recall my start as an independent writer; it almost seems like a lifetime ago. I can’t even remember how I found [the oddly named] Smashwords, but I am glad we connected. Mark Coker’s publishing platform really simplified my life. And then Draft2Digital with Books2Read came along with their pretty little layouts and boom I had a new crush. And a new distributor. But I never left…

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#TBT #author #creative writing #I am Janna Hill #independent authors #memories #photography #photography by Janna Hill #poet #read an eBook #spring reading #writing through life one word at a time

[dailyaudiobible]

02/06/2021 DAB Transcript

Exodus 23:14-25:40, Matthew 24:29-51, Psalms 30:1-12, Proverbs 7:24-27

Today is the 6th day of February welcome to the Daily Audio Bible I'm Brian it is a joy to be here with you today as we approach the end of another one of our weeks together. And when we conclude our reading for today, we will have completed nearly…nearly a full week of the month of February. So, it is exciting to be on this journey and take the next step forward, which will lead us back into the book of Exodus. And if we remember we are at the mountain of God. We are with the children of Israel surrounding Mount Sinai. God is speaking and beginning to lay out some of the principles and rituals and laws that He is integrating as He weaves together the tapestry of the Hebrew people. So, we’re reading from the Voice Translation this week, which is today. Exodus chapter 23 verse 14 to 25 verse 40.

Prayer:

Father we thank You for Your word. We thank You for another week and it. They’re just kind of…well. They’re moving by day by day step-by-step they’re moving by as they should but we’re recognizing that we’re moved into this new year. This is our year to live and You are instructing us. And we thank You for the word over this year, to “Mend”. This is this year of mending. And, so, we hear what was written in the Psalms today, the 30th chapter - “Eternal one, my true God, I cried out to You for help. You mended the shattered pieces of my life.” That is our prayer God. Some of us came into this new year unrecognizable completely shattered into a billion pieces and some of us feel that way right now. But this isn’t a matter of degree. It’s not like we’re trying to measure up to see whose more shattered here. We’re all broken, and we've all got shattered pieces in our lives, we have shattered pieces in our hearts. Life has dealt us some blows. It does this to everyone. And we are instructed to love You with our whole heart, and we confess that there are broken pieces of our hearts. Come as is in the Psalms. We cry out to You for help. You mend the shattered pieces of our lives. So, as we release this week as it becomes a part of our history, we look forward into the future for You to mend the shattered pieces of our lives. Come Holy Spirit we pray in the name of Jesus. Amen.

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Community Prayer and Praise:

Hi this is Renzo from Maryland. I just wanna pray for the girl on the other line. This is February 1st. I just want to pray for the other girl on the other line that said her mom was a drug addict and she was 13 years old. I just want to say that's amazing that you’re on here reading the gospel at 13 years old. Keep keep…doing that. That's amazing. And I just pray for your mom right now. Father God I just thank You for everything that You do for us and I just please pray God that her mom just recovers from this addiction God. I believe You can heal anybody's addiction God. You’ve healed mine. You’ve healed my addiction to porn God, and I thank You that You healed that for me, and I've been clean for almost two years now and I thank You God that You did that. And, so, please just help her to just get closer to You God and just forgive her of what she did. Sometimes it’s so hard for us to forgive and that's how it was for me God. I just thank You for You for everything that You do for us God and we love You in Jesus’ name we pray. Amen. God bless you have a good rest of your day.

Hi this is Tiffany at first time caller from Cleveland OH. I've been listening every day this year and I pray with you daily. I feel so close to the DAB family and I thank you Brian for your love. Today I ask for prayer for my husband Tony and I. February 24th will be seven years since our daughter Janna's death. Our grief is difficult through this month as we remember our girl gone too soon. Grief also affects my ability to focus. Please pray for me to love my husband, to feel, to focus, and to be a good mom to my living children. Thank you in advance.

Good morning Daily Audio Bible this is Emily from Minnesota and actually this is my first year doing DAB. I started January 1st and I found it to be such a blessing. I have been hit with a bit of suffering the past couple of years period. It started with my son who died by suicide his freshman year of College in his dorm. And my family really wants…doesn't want to go to God for this. So, I am just simply embracing Jesus to carry me through. And then also my parents and my two brothers they've all been hit pretty hard. My mom was placed in memory care last year upstate when Covid hit in March and my dad is living independently but is showing strong signs of dementia and isn’t really willing to accept a lot of help. My younger brother lost his wife to cancer November 30th with a young family of four. And I have an older brother who appears to be struggling with addiction and homelessness. I just want to ask you all to lift up my family. I just do the best I can and rely on Jesus to carry me through each day each step. It's rough some days. And I know He has a plan and I know…I know God knows and I would just to ask for your support in my journey. Thank you.

Hey, my supportive DAB family this is Kingdom Seeker Daniel. Family, support is absolutely what I need right now. The short of it is I received a call from my ex-wife which is a miracle all by itself. She was very distraught and informed me that our son Daniel the 2nd, basically snapped and was admitted into a psych ward. And I guess they were trying to prescribe some meds to him, and he refused. But at any rate after several attempts to reach him I finally got a chance to talk with him and he did not sound like my son, did not sound like my son at all and I just need your prayers. I’m believing God to rescue my boy from this place that he's in. And, so, I'm asking if my family would come around Daniel Christopher young the 2nd? My ex-wife also informed me several years later that my…my youngest Hannah was assaulted twice. Why she chose not to tell me until eight years later I don't know but needless to say Hannah is in a bad place as well. My oldest Bianca is confused with her identity sexually. And, so, family will you please pray for my children. Bianca, and Daniel, and Hannah.

[singing starts] Oh, my Savior I am so grateful I'm Yours. Oh, my Savior I am so grateful I'm Yours. With every new sun that rises Your mercy it meets me there. Your faithfulness is unchangeable. You always love me and care. Oh, my Savior I am so grateful I'm Yours. Oh, my savior I am so grateful I'm yours. [singing stops] I lift this offering up to you Jesus and I ask Lord that you would cover the Daily Audio Bible family with your blood, that you would fill them to full and overflowing with your Holy Spirit, that you would protect them, keep them safe, bless them. And father God let us enter deeper into your presence. Great is your faithfulness. We love you so much. In Jesus’ name we ask these things. What a miracle. I love you Treasured Possession.

Well, hello everybody and congratulations you finished your first month listening to the DAB. Job well done. That is awesome. So, welcome all new listeners and of course us long time listeners this is Lori music the transplant from Chicago down to beautiful Hebrew Springs Arkansas. Lord I'm just coming to You and we’re thanking You for the people that do call in and share their stories and prayer requests and many of them just break my heart Father God, but I pray immediately for You all. But I'm calling today to come before the Lord with the unspoken prayer requests, the ones that people are too shy or timid to call in and request. So, Father You know these unspoken prayers Father God. You know our hearts You know our needs You know our wants and our desires Father. So, I'm asking a special blessing on those people that haven't called in yet and that You answer their prayers Father God. And Lord You know I've been out of a job since November, but I know that Your timing is perfect Father. So, every day when I wake up, I will say this is the day that the Lord has made I will rejoice and be glad in it. Oh wow, so, I'm starting my 11th year on DAB and my second year on Chronological. I pray for Brian and Jill and China, give them special blessing father. We love you all. Have a blessed day.

[smileykeijser]

Top 10 scenes from Skam NL season 1

To start off with, here are a few honorable mentions:

Kingsize (the girls talking about condoms, iconic)

Respect (the most amazing clap back from Liv)

Ik word gek (the sunglasses get me every time)

Now for the top 10 list. It’s under the cut because it is long, there are pictures from each of the clips, and a description of why I love that particular scene! This is meant as a tribute to season 1 before season 2 starts, and please, I invite you to share your favourite season 1 moments with me!

#10 Bullshit

I have such a soft spot for this clip. I first think it is beautiful aesthetically, and as I’ve said before, I love that this same cafe is used three times, creates a world for the show, you know the places our characters frequent. I think every single character’s style is in full force in this clip, they are all distinct, including Noah, and when he walks by, you really get to see their faces and their expressions toward him. But what really makes this clip is Noah, the way he goes in and buys condoms? Sugar packets? Whatever it is, he really makes this clip amazing.

#9 Kesa forever

I am not the biggest Kes fan, he was extremely manipulative of Isa and in my opinion one of the worst Jonases, when he was being awful. But I will give it to him, he is an absolute sweetheart when he wants to be, and this was one of those times. I adore the idea of having a couple playlist, and he has a ship name for them, and then he goes and serenades her with Eternal Flame and brings her her favourite foods? So sweet and amazing. Plus, he makes Isa smile so brightly, and that is always a win in my books.

#8 Trots

The first truly original scene on this list, and such a good one. This clip is full of smiley Isa, character development, supporting and loving Daddies Liv and Janna, and such a great bond between the three of them. You can physically see Isa becoming herself, and when she finally gets her nose pierced, Liv and Janna are just as happy as she is. This clip radiates positive, supportive energy and it’s too good.

#7 Live without you

I tasked myself with putting this clip, or the confrontation clip on this list, because I couldn’t fit both in. I chose this one because while both do so much to drive both their characters forward and create the tension we know and love, but this one has so much character to it. 

First we get Liv singing, and Noah hearing her, then we get sassy Liv, and equally sassy Noah coming up next to her like a smooth motherfucker. Then we get to see Liv’s face, which shows how much he throws her off, and then of course, the most iconic piece of dialogue, “don’t count on it” and the forehead book tap. This clip really shows Noah’s dorkiness, and creates such an atmosphere around them.

#6 Chips

Isa and Luc’s relationship is one of the strongest things in season 1, they are shown to be so close, and each other’s confidents. So, when Luc betrayed Isa, it stung all the more, so to see the two of them make up over chips, and hug so tightly, a bond forming between them again almost makes me tear up a little.

#5 Opgekropte shit

This clip man, this clip has so much heart to it that I have cried while watching it once or twice. This is why I love this show so much, it’s so real, so meaningful, with such connection to the characters and actually healing. One of my favourite moments is when Janna leans over and presses a kiss to Isa’s shoulder and then one to her cheek. They’re all wrapped up in blankets, supporting their friend who is in that moment a gaping wound. And then, they shout into the void, they let their feelings free to the wind, and I can feel the relief as a watcher, feeling the clip sooth me to the bone.

#4 The slow dance

We’re into iconic territory here, there’s no going back from the point forward. I didn’t specify the entire clip, because while the other parts of the clip are great, this moment with Lucas in Kes’ arms is truly a special moment that it makes me feel waves of feelings every time I watch it. It’s such an intimate moment between friends, but you also see Lucas’ feelings truly emerge and the pain they must cause him. It’s a fantastic clip to show you what a friendship without toxic masculinity can be, but it also shows that the intimacy is exceedingly painful, and Kes doesn’t even have a clue (presumably).

#3 Bad boys

Talk about iconic, here we have a bloody icon, doing something even more iconic. The confetti? Bad boys need love too? Noah and Liv eye fucking as he walks up the stairs? All iconic, there’s nothing else that needs to be said, I love my extra boy.

#2 Sherlock Vol. 2

The clip that made me fall in love with Skam NL. It’s so real, so emotional, so grounded and full of the connection that really strong friendships have. Isa pulls Lucas from bed to go out in the wee hours of the morning, and even though he certainly doesn’t want to go, he gets up, and they trek up a hill to look at the water and the sunrise, and they talk about love. Love and what it means to have it, why we are with the people we’re with. It’s soft and meaningful to the story, but it also feels like like a really private, quiet moment of peace in amongst a trip that is so rife with trials and tribulations. What a scene, and really shows the chemistry and skill of both Suus and Florian

#1 Watskeburt?!

This may not be the most significant story wise, but I have an intense love for this scene. It is simply iconic, it cannot be perfectly understood unless you’ve watched it. So go watch it.

#skamnl #skam nl #skamdutch #liv reijners #isa keijser #engel beekman #liv x noah #noah x liv #noah nolastname #noliv #noaliv #lucas van der heijden #kes senova

[poorvioletdraws]

Tom vs. The Underworld

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10

Chapter 4: All Outta Angst

Once Star and her family destroyed all of the magic, the use of portals became obsolete which resulted in my only mode of transportation being by foot. Well, in my case, by flight. Thankfully, my powers and abilities were not bestowed onto me by magic; they were apart of me because I was a demon. 

Before leaving them, Marco and Star suggested they should accompany me to ensure I made it home safely, but I insisted that going alone would be the best option for me. It gives me time to clear my mind and decompress from the events in the now-nonexistent-Realm of Magic. Plus, I knew that with the threat of Mina Loveberry now being over, Star and Marco could finally spend time together as a normal couple without me being a third wheel... I’m glad we were able to resolve everything and remain friends. It was for the best...  

A great shift in the space-time continuum also occurred where both Earth and Mewni were merged together. I haven’t been to Earth much, but I can’t confirm or deny if this was an actual improvement or not. To think, all of this just from Star destroying the magic? Why would both dimensions come together in such a way?

As I jetted through the pink-blue sky, I viewed the new world below. The vast cornfields of Mewni were dissected by a freeway. The Hill of Flags was now sprouting from a cemetery and the Mewni River was running through a series of homes in a suburban neighborhood. Even the Forest of Probable Itchiness had found a new home seated within a hospital--its patients and staff not looking too excited over its new location. Monsters and creatures roamed freely with the Mewmans and humans, the latter being mystified and frightened by the new population. 

“Whoa!” I exclaimed as a thunder of dragon-cycles blew passed me. I wonder if one of them was Hampton.

I’m not really sure of the full extent of the change or how far it reached; I didn’t even know if the physical passageway to the Underworld still existed. But I needed to find out. I needed to get back home. That’s where my destiny lies...

I finally made it to the caves of Musty Mountain and luckily, based on my first sight of it, not much has changed. I began to decrease the flame to my hands and feet in order to transition into my descent towards the largest opening of the mountainous region. I landed effortlessly before the cave and stood in its mouth. My nostrils were met with the repugnant burning stench of rot which gave the reputable mountain its name--something I could’ve went without smelling for the rest of my lifetime. 

The light from the sun was no longer welcome from within so I had to use my fire to brighten the darkness. My body was engulfed by flame, making it possible to see the huge cavern surrounding me. There were stalagmites and stalactites creating large jagged teeth in the ceiling and ground of the cave while a small stream of what must’ve been magma drooled through its crevasses. It was much to treacherous to walk along so I levitated into the air and slowly investigated the area. If my memory serves correctly, I needed to follow the flowing molten deposits back to its source which, after entering through the gate of the Underworld, will open up to the first geographical landmark of my home, the Lava Lake Beach. But why was the stream of magma running so lightly? Usually its current was immense and ferocious. Instead I was observing a trickle as if from a pinched off garden hose.

It wasn’t long before I found my answer.

Where the great entrance into the Underworld once stood, now a multitude of large boulders and rocks sealed up it’s path.

“Oh no…” I gasped. The merging of the dimensions must’ve caused an imbalance so intense that it upset the cavern and caused the rocks to fall and cover the entrance.

“This can’t be possible. I can’t be stuck here. I need to get home!” I yelled in a panic.

I aimed my hands at the blockade and called forth what little strength I had left to blast at it with my fire. However, after being stuck in the Realm of Magic for so long as a victim to that weird dark unicorn, I was drained from using my more destructive abilities. 

“What do I do? What do I do?!” I shouted as I ran to the barrier. I tried to remove the rocks with my bare hands but they would not budge. I began to pound on the wall with my fists and screamed, “Hey! Anyone over there?! Please, I need to get back through!”

But nobody answered.

I ruffled my hands through my hair in frustration and sat on the ground of the cave. This can’t be happening. There must be another way. I was becoming distraught by what felt like an impending depression as my mind teased the possibility of being stuck in Earth-ni. 

What if I never see the Underworld again? What if I never see Lucitor Castle again? What if I never see my family again? What if I never see her again... 

Her?

Despite my crisis, why was I thinking about her?

I reached into my jacket pocket and retrieved something from inside. I held it in both my hands and stared at it intently. It was the necklace we made together at that temple in Yomi Town.

“Raya…” I whispered her name. I wonder what she was doing right now. She was so kind to me. She included me. She would never leave me alone like… Like they did... 

Tears began to well up in my eyes as my mind raced. I was alone. Again. Just like in the Realm of Magic... 

All I remember after we went there was everyone deserting me. One by one--Star, Marco, and then Janna. They left me confined to that contraption after they saw… After they saw the real me? Each one of them were afraid and they left me to become tainted by that dark unicorn... And I call them my friends?

I pounded a fist into the ground. Why would they do something like that? 

No, it wasn’t their fault… Star said your memories start to fade while you are in the Realm. So they just didn’t realize who I was anymore… 

Who was I anyway? Do I even know? What was that thing I became? Was that my true form? If I unleashed all of the demonic souls inside of me and channelled my true power, is that what I will become?

I remember being overcome with a strange sensation; toward what exactly I don’t even know. It felt like pure hatred. But, why? I didn’t hate Star or Marco because we resolved everything. Was something left behind? Or have I always had this emotion lying dormant?

I thought heartbreak was bad, even though that carries its own form of sadness, but having that overwhelming feeling of being alone was much more worse. Being alone was unpredictable. What you feel--despair, revenge, hatred, anger, depression--is all blurred together and harbors an unbearable darkness in your heart. My souls yearned for it. They craved it. And whatever that dark unicorn was, it  warped my mind and chose that form. That form was evil incarnate. 

Was that my future?

No, that’s not me. Whatever that was in that Realm, it tried to mold me into what it wanted. It tried using me to hurt those I care about. It would have succeeded too, if it wasn’t for Marco. He came to save me regardless of the situation we were in. He is a mere human and yet he took on that dark being for me. He didn’t give up. He fought until he brought me back to my senses. He was a true friend and I can’t let him down. 

I stood up to face the wall of stone opposing me and glared at my enemy with a new air of imminent triumph. I began feeling my power build up from deep down as all three of my eyes lit up simultaneously.

“I am Thomas Draconius Lucitor, Prince of the Underworld, and I… I’m getting through this wall!” I proclaimed in a warcry as I floated above the gravel.

I unleashed everything I had left, even a power I didn’t know was there. I was unsure of where it was coming from but it exploded from me like a wrathful vengeance. It was my claim to the Underworld, a declaration for my home. For too long I let this hurt bury and fester inside of me. Whatever it was, it was being released in this onslaught I had created. I didn’t know what the adverse reactions would be for allowing my body to be put through such a feat, but it had to be better than feeling this pain. I needed to get rid of it all. The wall of stone, the darkness, my doubt--all this angst, I wanted it gone!

I kept torquing out all the fire I had toward that barrier as bit by bit started to crumble. I didn’t care if I expended every last drop and would return to that form I once was back in the Realm of Magic. I’m not afraid of it anymore. That was something I know I can control as long as I have my convictions. I am in control of my situation, my life, and my destiny… This is place is not my home. The Underworld is my home!

And within that dire instant, I heard a familiar voice come from the other side of the wall.

“Tom?” It was my dad calling from the other side.

“Dad?” I uttered, still not ceasing my blazing torrent.

My dad began speaking to other voices on his side of the wall, but it was hard for me to hear. “It’s Tom--Hang on---son--quickly, we--everyone--keep going!” 

With his muffled encouragement and my confidence to overcome, I dug even further as my powers went berserk. I was pushing myself well passed my limit. The cave began to tremble and I cried out,. “Aaaaaaaaaaagggghhhh!”

“One--more---everyone!” My Dad called.

And with a mighty crack, the entrance broke open with the blasting sound of cannonfire. 

At that moment, every bit of my power was spent. I couldn’t hold my levitation any longer so began to fall to the ground lifelessly. My eyelids grew heavy as I let total exhaustion take over me. The last thing I remember was my Mom catching me in her gigantic hands and embracing me lovingly into one of her tear-filled sobs.

I awoke again, still drained, but in a familiar bedroom. I was now at my family’s lake house on Lava Lake Beach and lying in my bed. I could barely make out the shadows surrounding me as my eyes still needed to adjust. But from the maternal whimpering, I already knew who was there with me.

“Mom…?” I said weakly with a cough.

My Mom sat beside me as she stroked my hair back. She trilled with a croon.

“Your Mother’s right, son. You really gave us a scare.” I heard my Dad say worriedly, popping out from beside her.

“W-what happened?”

I suddenly heard screeching come from the head of my bed as my Great Grandfather Relicor perched himself there.

“Yea, something BIG must’ve happened.” My father translated from my grandfather’s squawks. “We felt an outrageous earthquake here but knew something else must’ve been afoot, since it wasn’t caused by your mother’s anger. None of the portals or communications to the outside were working and we remembered you were still on Earth. So we went to the passageway in the Musty Mountain to find out what may have happened but it was blocked.” My father clarified.

My Aunt Exasperalla piped up as she sipped her alcoholic beverage, “More importantly, and what your father fails to mention, is that it felt as if some form of magic lingered there and was stopping your return.”

“I was getting to that but thanks.” My Dad said snidely.

“Now I’m sure we can all agree that Master Tom’s safety is the most important thing here.” My life coach Brian advocated. Even he was here?

“Thank goodness.” Petey agreed. Even Petey was here?!

Marshmallow squeaked at the foot of my bed. Awww, even he was here. The fluffy pink bunny hopped over to my side of the bed so I could pet him.

My Dad placed a hand on my shoulder and gave me a reassuring smile. “I’m glad you’re okay, son. We all are.” His expression grew serious as he continued, “But please, don’t try something like that again. Tapping into your life energy can be deadly. We got lucky this time but who knows what could happen if you tried that again. Don’t think your old man doesn’t have your back. We worked diligently on our end with all our strength and power to clear the way for you. We are all here for you, remember that.”

I gazed around the room with a comforting smile for each one of my family and friends as I contemplated what my Dad had said. I know I haven’t been away long, but being home again felt like such a relief. I don’t know what I would’ve done if I never saw them again. Come to think of it, it is strange what my Aunt had said about the passageway. All magic was destroyed so how could anything be capable of trying to seal a pathway to the Underworld. And why?

Relicor began screeching again and flailing his arms about as if in annoyance.

My Dad nodded and said, “That’s true. I also wonder what could have happened to cause all of this. Even though the passageway is open again, the portals are still not working down here.”

I sat up in bed, although my Mother urged me not to in a warble. My vision and overall constitution was gradually stabilizing again so I was feeling up to what needed to be done. I needed to tell them all what had happened over the last few days--why the portals no longer worked, the destroying of magic, the merging of Earth and Mewni, and my breakup with Star… They needed to know. It is for the best of the Underworld and how we can proceed not only as a kingdom but also as a family. I just hope my Mom doesn’t get too upset and cause another one of her storms after hearing about my updated relationship status…

I was sitting at the couch in the living room of our lake house flipping through some magazines left out on the coffee table as Marshmallow explored his surroundings on the floor. It has been a day and even though I was feeling like my old self again, my parents still wanted me to take it easy. I could hear both of them in the kitchen discussing plans on preparing a team to dispatch and investigate the new world above once we travelled back to Lucitor Castle. Exasperalla, Relicor, and Brian were all outside on the deck grilling something for us all to eat.

I let out a sigh and tossed the magazine onto the table. Do I really need to stay inside all day? I’m not helpless. A lot of my exhaustion was practically gone. And there were some really killer swells coming in that I just wanted to get out there and surf.

I stared down at my clenched fists. My Dad did explain to me how dangerous using life energy can be. However, he also mentioned that the many souls I possess may have played a huge part in not only protecting me from certain death but also in my recovery. I wonder how he knows so much about that?

~Ding-Dong~

My thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell. Who could that be?

“Here already? Styx & Stones must be on the ball today.” I heard my father say to my Mom. He called for Petey to answer the door.

Styx & Stones… Yea, that’s the name of that beach shop that Raya works for and… does deliveries!

I shot up from the couch and shouted frantically, “I’ll get it, I’ll get it!” 

Petey stopped in midair from his descent off of the second floor loft. “Oh, y-you sure, Master Tom?” He asked surprised.

“Psshh, no biggie.” I quickly said as I ran over to the door. 

But as I went to reach for the door knob, I hesitated. For some reason, I began to get this strange feeling in my chest that I just couldn’t explain. My heart was pounding and bringing on an anxious sensation throughout my entire body. Is it because I’m excited to see her and tell her about everything that happened? Or is it just that I want to see her again regardless?

I touched the necklace we made that was still hanging from my neck and I drew in a deep breath. “Okay, okay, okay. I got this…” 

I gripped the door handle and swung open the door only to be met with Raya’s older sister, Rochelle. 

“Hey-ya, Ray--Ochelle?” I stopped mid sentence once I realized it wasn’t who I was expecting to see. My heart sunk.

“Good afternoon, Prince Tom. How have you been?” Rochelle greeted me.

“Um… Fine. N-nice to see you again.” I mumbled. 

Rochelle had our order stacked neatly to the side of the doorway and held out a clipboard and pen for me to sign. “I just need a signature and I’ll be on my way.” She said straight to the point.

“Oh, okay.” I scrawled my signature and looked at the invoice for a moment rather disappointed. 

“That earthquake the other day was incredible, wasn’t it? But I hear not much was effected down here thankfully or my business would be in trouble.” The older female demon spoke but I wasn’t really paying attention. My mind was busy thinking about Raya and why she wasn’t here delivering our order like she usually does.

As I handed the clipboard back to Rochelle, I decided to ask her, “Hey, where’s Raya? Doesn’t she usually do the deliveries for you?”

“Yes, she did, Prince Tom. But she wanted some time off.” 

“Why?” I asked but realized how nosy that sounded so I tried to reiterate my question. “Well, I mean, she can take time off, no harm in that. You see, it's just been awhile and--and.” I rubbed my arm and diverted my eyes to the ground.

Rochelle put her hands on her hips and smirked as if she knew where I was going with my jumbled sentences.

“I just wanted to see her again and catch up, is all.” I chuckled nervously. 

Rochelle kept up her all-knowing demeanor but finally divulged what I wanted to know. “Okay, so once we got back from Yomi Town, Raya kept asking me about how a princess is supposed to behave and act. I told her about this etiquette school outside of Lava Shores if she really wanted to see for herself so she has been taking classes there.”

“Why would she do something like that?” I asked confused.

“Something about the next time she ever saw you that she didn’t want to be an embarrassing ‘commoner’.” Rochelle made sure to quote unquote the last part with her fingers.

I gasped, “W-what? Embarrassing common--” I then proceeded to frantically denounce such an accusation, “No way! Just so you know, I never got that impression from her or any of you. And I hope that’s not how I come off. She doesn’t need to do something like that. She’s great! All of you are!”

“Oh I know you aren’t like that, Prince Tom.” Rochelle waved her hand as if trying to fan an invisible flame. “But ever since Raya came out here the last time, she kind of hasn’t been herself. I mean, etiquette school? You’ve seen how the girl eats? And she is the last person I’d expect to follow through with something that didn’t include music or video games. Ha.”

Rochelle noticed I was starting to look saddened by what she said so she tried to clarify, “Hey, you know, it could be a good thing, this kind of change for her. She must’ve taken away a lot from the time the both of you spent together at Yomi Town.”

“Yea… But she shouldn’t be someone she’s not just to impress me…” I said discouraged. Isn’t that kind of what I did to impress Star though?

The older demon girl took a glimpse at her watch and was startled. “Oh! I better head out. I need to open the shop back up and don’t want to be gone too long.” She muttered as she started to walk away from the lake house .

I hung my head feeling rather defeated. 

But all of a sudden, Rochelle turned back around to face me and suggested, “Hey, if you want, I can give you the address of that school. I’m sure she would love to see you again.” She smiled.

I perked up. “Really, you’d do that?”

“Of course, Prince Tom. Your family is also one of my best customers so I can’t let you down now.” She winked and gave me a thumbs up.

“Thank you! You’re the best!” I praised her. 

Once she scribbled down the address on a torn out piece of paper from the invoice, she said goodbye and hurried on her way. I also waved goodbye and thanked her again while shutting the door. 

But to my surprise, I turned around to face my entire family now staring at me intrigued, obviously having observed some (all) of my conversation at the door.

I began to sweat as I asked nervously, “Uh, what are you all doing?”

My Dad smirked as he said in a rather sly tone, “So, what’s this all about, son?”

As if on cue with his words, everyone in the room began to beam in anticipation of what I would say next. I guess there is something else I need to tell them about too. 

With everything considered, it feels good to be home.

#svtfoe #OC #starvstheforcesofevil #oc fanfiction #star vs the forces of evil #tom lucitor #The Underworld #TomVSTheUnderworldFanfic #TVTU

[lightfiretomypaperwings]

A Love You Can’t Fight

Title: A Love You Can’t Fight Author: xTarmanderx

Summary: Liam is the newest history teacher at Beacon Hills High after being forced to quit his old job due to a relationship gone wrong with a fellow teacher. He promised himself that, no matter what, he’d never date a colleague again. Enter Theo Raeken, who is everything Liam ever wanted in a guy. The only problem? Theo is the biology teacher at his new job. Liam has to make a choice: to be willing to let go of his past fears of his past or to walk away and try to forget that Theo ever existed. Things get complicated after a night out with their friends. Enter students getting involved and trying to play matchmaker and Liam is in for one hell of a time.

Rating: E for Explicit

Archive Warnings: Rape/Non-con

Category: M/M

Additional Tags: Drinking to cope, past rape/non-con, past sexual abuse, past abusive relationship, voyeurism, male masturbation, hand jobs

Art: http://li0nh34rt.tumblr.com/post/180204729522/my-creations-for-the-amazing

EVERYONE PLEASE GO AND GIVE JANNA ALL OF YOUR LOVE BECAUSE SHE IS INCREDIBLE AND I AM CRYING. SHE TOOK MY BREATH AWAY. 

@officialthiamlibrary

#Thiam #teen wolf #thiam big bang #theo raeken #liam dunbar #thiam fanfiction #thiam fanfic #fanart for my fanfic #janna is fucking amazing and i am truly blown away right now

[gotham-ruaidh]

Uitlander

Previously…

Chapter 21

Family

Thursday, August 10, 1826

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming for a visit?” Claire gently chuffed her uncle’s shoulder. He sputtered into his wineglass, but couldn’t help but turn to his much-beloved niece and smile.

 “I decided to take a sabbatical – spur-of-the-moment thing, for the autumn semester. I’ve done a fair bit of research on the Cape Colony since you departed, Claire – and the more I read, the more fascinated I become with the native culture here.”

 “The Cape was sparsely populated before the Portuguese and Dutch arrived,” Brian interjected, topping up Lamb’s tumbler of whisky. “The land down by the coast is too sandy for crops, and the Hottentot didna have much in the way of organized agriculture up here in the hills. The Xhosa have their cattle, of course – but they came more recently.”

 “But of course with that nomadic lifestyle, there is little in the way of material culture to examine. Which is why I am also fascinated at the progression of different European powers here – from the Portuguese, to the Dutch, of course – and now to the English.” Blissfully in his element, Lamb looked up and down the dinner table – holding his audience, from eight-month-old Cato all the way up to Murtagh – utterly rapt. “The architecture of this house, for example – it’s textbook Cape Dutch. But with a bit of dramatic flair that the Dutch never cared for. And together with the fact that this wine is just exquisite…Elin, may I ask – is there any French Huguenot blood in your family?”

 Elin pursed her lips, thinking. “I can fetch the family Bible to check. But if memory serves, my great-great-grandmother on my father’s side – her surname was Des Pres.”

 “Capital!” Lamb exclaimed, excitedly smacking the table with the palm of his hand; Suzette jumped to prevent the water jug from tipping over.

 “If you keep going through the hills, to the west of here, you’ll come across a small town we call Franschhoek,” Jamie added, squeezing Claire’s hand beneath the table. “It’s Cape Dutch for ‘French Corner.’ Many Huguenots settled there – though by now they’ve all intermarried with Dutch and English.”

 Lamb let out an excited shout. “Most excellent. I can only imagine the fascinating mélange of culture and food and religion that resulted. I will certainly be kept busy while I’m here.”

 Elin met Claire’s eyes across the table. The two women shared a happy smile – Elin for the gift of meeting the man who Claire so loved, Claire for the Frasers’ unflagging hospitality for her family.

 At the end of the table, Murtagh cleared his throat. “One thing to keep in mind, Professor – ”

 “Lamb, if you please. No need for formality – after all, we are family!”

 Murtagh’s mouth twitched into a half-smile. “Mmphmm. One thing to keep in mind – and I’m sure ye’d expect this in a place as wild as the Cape – is that we dinna advise anyone to go about on their own.”

 Lamb cut into his potato, chewing thoughtfully. “Not even here on the farm?”

 “Ach no, the farm is safe. Brian and Elin and the family see to that just fine. Only – if ye were to go about in the veldt, or to take the road down to the town or over to Franschhoek…ye canna go alone. Ye need to keep yer wits about ye, with one of us who is from here.”

 Lamb turned to Claire, brows raised skeptically. “You never told me that in any of your letters.”

 “It’s the same advice we give to Claire,” Brian gently explained. “And to Elin and Suzette and Janna, for that matter. For a woman, or a newcomer, to travel on his or her own – there are too many things that could happen.”

 “Setting aside wild animals, like lions,” Jan added, “There is the British Army. The family has had…run-ins with soldiers in the past, and it has not always been pleasant. And of course, the fact that Noord Toring is prosperous means that we have always had jealous neighbors, even when I was a boy.”

 “And in case you haven’t noticed, we are quite far from the town.” Jamie leaned across the table to make eye contact with Lamb. “The land is open. We have many farm hands on the fields, but there are so many wide open spaces that we can go for days without passing through. Should anything happen…”

 “My goodness. I see.” Lamb soberly sipped his whisky.

 “The men make that whisky in a secret cave – and sell it illegally,” Elin said baldly. “It’s profitable, but it’s risky. It helps to support the farm, and to support our family.”

 Lamb gulped. “I hope you understand I will heed your advice to the letter – and hold all this information in the strictest confidence.”

 “We know.” Claire smiled at the man who had raised her, heart full with love. “They told me as much, when I came to live here. I returned that respect – and we know you will, as well.”

 Lamb looked to his left, now – to Brian Fraser, at the head of the table. “Thank you for your trust in me. I will not ever betray it.”

 Brian nodded, and raised his own tumbler of whisky. “I thank you for that. And now, we continue celebrating! Slàinte mhath!”

 The assembled Fraser/van der Meers – including Rupert and Angus – raised their drinks. “Slàinte mhath!” they chorused.

 “Goodness! That’s Scottish Gaelic, isn’t it? How wonderful!” Lamb exclaimed, face red from whisky and wine and joy.

#outlander #outlander fanfic #uitlander #jamie and claire

[jennycalendar]

imperfections (48/?)

read it on ao3!

JUST hit 100k words on this fic (not all of it is posted bc i’m two chapters ahead but! um! still wow!)

Everyone drove out to the Christmas tree lot, but it ended up only being Faith and Jen who went up against the Bringers. Willow, Xander, Cordelia, and Oz were all dozy and comfortable in the backseat, and Giles wanted to stay behind and take care of the sleepy kids, but Jen—well. Jen started up a whispery argument with Giles as to whether or not she was okay enough to fight things, won when she pointed out that “beating up the guys who got Angel to hurt me will really make me feel better,” accepted a hug from Giles, and clambered out of the car to help Faith unload weapons from the trunk.

“I can handle this by myself, you know,” said Faith, thinking of how less than twelve hours ago, Jen had been pale and shaking and holding onto Giles like a lifeline. “You really could do with a break from this shit, after the day you’ve had.”

Jen picked up a crossbow, testing the weight, then put it down with a grimace. She turned to Faith. “Being your kinda-Watcher is a full-time job,” she began lightly.

“Jen, I’ve had a Watcher,” said Faith. “Nine times out of ten they end up dead. That’s not who I want you to be.” She hesitated. Christmas was the time for sappy shit, right? “Do you remember—when Ms. Post said that she thought you wanted to be my mom?”

Jen blinked, looking a little bemused. “I mean, yeah,” she began.

“Well, she,” Faith cleared her throat, turning a dull red, “got it backwards.”

Jen stared at her for a moment. A small smile crept across her face. “Oh,” she said. “I mean…oh.”

“Yeah,” said Faith, and shrugged, looking steadily up at Jen. She didn’t feel like tackling Jen in a Lifetime-movie hug or anything, but she also didn’t feel like stabbing someone, which by her normal standards was actually pretty good. Trusting someone made honesty one hell of a lot less painful. “My Watcher fought vamps with me, but you’re not…I don’t want you to be my Watcher. Watchers kinda suck.”

Jen considered this. Then she said, “C’mere,” and stepped forward, pulling Faith into a hug. It was the first time they’d actually hugged under circumstances that weren’t super emotional or life-and-death, and it was…nice. It was really nice. Faith couldn’t think of a time someone had just hugged her out of the blue. Granted, some of that might have been because Faith would have stabbed them, but still. “You’re a really good kid,” said Jen, her voice all wobbly. “And I worry about you a lot.”

“That’s annoying—”

“Clearly,” said Jen, pulling back a little to give Faith a reproving look, “you just want all the huggy parts of having a—” She stopped. “Not-Watcher,” she finished, her expression softening.

“Yeah, whatever,” said Faith, grinning a little. “Not-Watcher.”

Giles honked the horn.

“ALL RIGHT, RUPERT, KEEP YOUR PANTS ON,” Jen shouted as loudly as humanly possible. Faith thought she saw Giles cringe, and did her best to hide a laugh as Jen pulled away from Faith to grab a weapon at random. “We all set?”

“Fuck yeah,” said Faith. She was really looking forward to fucking up the guys that had hurt Jen.

Most of the trees seemed to be doing pretty okay, but then they reached six in the middle that surrounded a dry, open patch of earth. Without hesitating, Faith raised the axe she’d grabbed and whacked the ground as hard as she could, watching with satisfaction as it crumbled…creating a hole that opened up beneath their feet.

Whoops.

Faith barely managed to grab onto Jen before they were both tumbling down through the hole and into a dimly-lit cave. She managed to take most of the impact, which left her with a lingering soreness but no serious injuries, and pulled them both to their feet. “You okay?” she asked.

“Next time?” said Jen. “Bring a shovel.”

Not too far away, Faith could make out the sounds of chanting. Briefly, and without turning, she squeezed Jen’s hand. “Thanks,” she said quietly.

“Always,” said Jen, and squeezed her hand back, then let go, waiting.

Taking the hint, and raising her axe, Faith began to head in the direction of the chanting, doing her best to also keep track of Jen behind her in case they got jumped or something. It didn’t take them too long to reach a table in the middle of a big, creepy cavern, encircled by three creepy, eyeless priest guys.

“This is where I quip, right?” inquired Faith, and lunged for the first priest. Behind her, she heard what sounded like Jen whacking the second priest in the face with a sword, then stabbing him. The third priest, who seemed a little bit smarter than his friends, ran for the hills. Good call. Faith had just finished up with the first priest, and she was now bringing her axe down hard on whatever the priests had been standing and chanting around.

“Entirely unbecoming, Janna,” said a voice.

Faith looked up. Some old dude was standing in the middle of the cavern. She frowned, raising the axe, but then heard a strangled noise from behind her—almost a sob. “Uncle,” said Jen.

“The vampire tries to kill you, and you continue to aid him?” said the guy. “You are a disgrace.”

“I’m not—” Jen drew her arms against her chest, shaking. The broadsword clattered to the ground.

“You are,” said the guy. “The family is in disarray, our legacy and our calling in shatters, and you turn your back on those you claim to love to devote yourself to the service of a vampire?”

“I’m not,” Jen whispered. “I’m not, I’m not, you didn’t want me, you said—you said that carrying out everyone else’s vengeance was all I would ever be good for, I just wanted to be kind—”

Faith looked at Jen, thought about all the talk of creepy guilting visions, and threw her axe as hard as she could. The guy shimmered and shifted as the axe passed right through him, and suddenly—fuck. Suddenly it was the Prof. It was the Prof, and Faith’s axe was on the other side of the cavern. “Really, Faith,” said the Prof, looking over her shoulder at the axe, “I taught you better than to fight impulsively.”

“You’re not my dead Watcher, and you’re not going to fuck with me,” said Faith sharply. “You can’t touch me. How fuckin’ weak is that, relying on other people’s guilt to get them killed?”

“Clever girl,” said the First. “Stronger than all the rest.”

Faith looked over her shoulder at Jen, and something furious rose in her chest, because Jen was crying. Not in the quiet, clumsy way Faith had seen on rare occasions, but full-out messy sobs that had her doubled over as she shook. “I’m gonna kill you,” she told the First.

The First rolled its eyes. “You think you can fight me?” it scoffed. “I'm not a demon, little girl. I am something that you can't even conceive. The First—”

“Evil, yeah, whatever,” said Faith sharply. “Everything I fight is evil. I can kill you.”

The First looked almost amused. “Angel will be dead by sunrise,” it said.

Behind Faith, Jen stopped crying. “What?” she whispered.

“His attempt to kill you wasn’t planned,” the First said mildly to Jen, “but it certainly helped with the guilt. Tragically, he can’t live with himself as a monster.” It shrugged. “Better for us, I guess,” it said. “We can’t live with him as a man.”

Faith picked up the broadsword and thrust it at the First.

All of a sudden, she was surrounded by a black, smoky cloud, one with too many eyes and sharp teeth and claws that might have scratched if they’d been substantial. “DEAD BY SUNRISE,” a voice rasped through the cavern, and then Faith was standing alone, shaking.

Someone stepped up next to her. As Faith’s knees gave way, she felt her cheek fall against Jen’s shoulder. “I’ve got you, Faith,” Jen whispered. “I’ve got you. It’s okay.”

Jenny tucked Faith back into the front seat, then kissed Rupert very hard. “I have to go find Angel,” she said. “He’s in danger.”

“Jenny, that is not—”

“There is no one else who can do it, Rupert,” said Jenny as steadily as she could. She kept on thinking about her uncle as a ghostly apparition—you are a disgrace, you turn your back on those you claim to love—and reminded herself that that sure as hell would never be what she was. “You know it has to be me.”

Rupert looked around at the children, all of them asleep in the car. Then he unbuckled his seatbelt, clambered out of the driver’s seat, and grabbed Jenny’s waist, pulling her flush against him as he kissed her. It was the same kind of desperate kiss they’d shared the night before, right down to the intensity of his gaze when he pulled back. “If he kills you,” he said, “I will kill him. I will go to him and I will rip him apart, piece by fucking piece. You must understand that, Jenny.”

“Yeah,” said Jenny. But there was a strange, burning conviction in her chest: she would not let Angel die again. The strength of her belief was enough to make her certain that she would come back to Rupert in the morning. “I love you,” she whispered, and wanted to say other, stupider things, but there would be time for that after sunrise. “Drive me to the mansion?”

He wasn’t in the mansion. It took Jenny a few panicked seconds to figure out where he might be, and then it clicked. Walking slowly—there were a few hours left till sunrise, after all—she made her way through the mansion, into the bushes out back, and climbed up the hill to find Angel. He was looking out at a peaceful, well-lit section of town, and didn’t turn as she made her way towards him.

“Angel,” said Jenny.

Angel turned, shocked. “Ms. Calendar,” he said finally. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“Yeah, that’s what pretty much everyone keeps saying to me,” said Jenny simply. “Mind if I sit with you?”

“I hurt you,” said Angel. “I could have killed you. What are you doing here?”

Jenny opened her mouth to answer, then shut it. “I don’t know,” she said finally. “I honestly don’t know. I don’t know you, Angel. I know you from horror stories that my uncle used to tell me, and I know you from how much Buffy loves you, and I know you from the fact that you saved my life a year ago. But none of that really means I know you.”

“The sun’s coming up soon,” said Angel. “I don’t think you should be here for this.”

“The sun isn’t coming up for three more hours, drama queen,” said Jenny, mouth twitching. “I think that gives us more than enough time to talk about this incredibly stupid decision you’re making.”

“If you don’t know me, then you can’t understand that this is the right decision for me to make,” said Angel with sharp conviction. “I hurt you today. I’ve hurt you before. I’ve tasted your blood, and you think that the world should still have me in it?” He turned all the way now, looking at her with contempt. “You’re an idiot,” he said.

Something snapped inside her. “You don’t get to say that to me,” Jenny said furiously. “You don’t ever—look at me, you asshole, you don’t ever get to tell me that I am an idiot. I let you torture me for hours in front of the first person I ever let myself love, and I spent the whole fucking summer trying to deal with that, and I come up here forgiving you because I care and you tell me that I’m an idiot? It’s not an idiotic thing to do, Angel, to forgive people. People aren’t perfect. People aren’t supposed to be. People make stupid mistakes that they can’t undo, that happens, but what’s really going to count is what you do to make sure you never, ever make that mistake again.”

“I don’t have that certainty,” Angel burst out. “I never get to have that certainty. As long as I’m alive, Angelus runs the risk of getting out, and after what you did to get me back, you’re the very first one he’ll go after. The things he wanted to do to you—” He shuddered, almost involuntarily, but he was still visibly furious. “This isn’t a choice you get to talk me out of,” he said. “I saw the way you looked at me after I thought you were the First. You know I’m right.”

“Angel, the First showed up to me as my uncle and told me I was a disgrace to the family name,” said Jenny, exasperated. “If everyone who got guilted by that thing killed themselves, Sunnydale would probably be toast. Look, can you just…hear me out?” A lingering spark of anger prompted her to add, “I feel like I’m owed at least that much from you.”

Guilt flickered in Angel’s eyes. He nodded.

Jenny nodded too. “Okay,” she said, stepping up to him. “I…I have spent the last six months blaming myself unceasingly for all the stuff that happened to you. You losing your soul, you getting sent to hell, Rupert having to watch me get tortured, Buffy having to kill you—it always, always felt like there was something I could have done to save you.”

“It wasn’t your fault,” said Angel immediately, almost reflexively. Jenny fixed him with a look. He coughed, abashed, and waited.

“What I’m getting at,” said Jenny, a lump in her throat, “is that I never got to know you. Not well enough for me to feel this much guilt, at least. There was all this time I spent working out my feelings towards you, time that I could have used on helping people who were there and not dead…” She trailed off. “You’ve been given an incredible opportunity to do good,” she said, and meant the words for both of them. “Spending all your time beating yourself up for the things you’ve done wrong is a waste of that gift.”

“If you haven’t forgotten,” said Angel derisively, “that ritual your family pulled off was a curse, not a gift.”

“My family didn’t give you your soul this time around,” said Jenny quietly. “I did. Willow did. Because you meant something to us. We could have let Buffy kill you and sent you to hell, but we didn’t, because Buffy loved you and Willow loves Buffy.”

“And you?”

“I saved your life because you saved mine,” said Jenny, smiling a little.

“I almost killed you—”

“Eyghon,” said Jenny. The terror and trauma of that long-ago incident seemed strange and distant. “I would have been a puddle of blue goo if you hadn’t strangled that demon out of me. I never forgot that, Angel.” She smiled, not quite sadly. “I don’t think I ever will.”

Something in Angel’s expression had changed. “I didn’t ever think of it like that,” he said. “I just thought, back then—if I could help—I want to help people, Ms. Calendar. More than anything.”

“There you go,” said Jenny softly, and stood on tiptoe, squeezing his shoulder. “Look, it’s your choice, in the end. But there are people here who need you, Angel, people you might not even realize you’ve helped.”

“I’m not a good man,” said Angel, eyes darting down to Jenny’s hand on his shoulder like he wasn’t quite sure why it was there, or if it should be.

“It’s not about good and bad,” Jenny persisted. “Okay? It’s about the mistakes you’ve made and what you’re doing to make sure they don’t happen again. There’s no person who’s inherently good, Angel, and no person who will ever be anything but bad. People come in shades of gray.”

“I’m not a strong man,” Angel amended.

“Then find yourself a damn good reason to be,” said Jenny. “The world wouldn’t be better without you, Angel, it’s better with you. You could bring a lot to it if you got over your whole self-flagellation kick.” She let her hand drop, looking up at him. “Final verdict?”

Angel let out a quiet, shaking breath. “I don’t know,” he said. It was almost a sob. “I don’t know what to do.”

“Okay,” said Jenny. “So let’s go inside.”

There was a long, still moment, and then Angel nodded.

#fic #imperfections #:)))))

[me3dia]

I got the following spam email today:

Crime tips from Eric Rapaport

The following is who I am in relation to law enforcement:

Yes, I am formerly commander and director Rapaport of the CIA. The Central Intelligence Agency fired me so that they could get away with bank frauding me for money I made writing small parts of microsofts product line and for money I made writing various movies, without being prosecuted. The agency also stole 4-5 congressional Medals of Honor from me.

I initiated the Aldrich Ames investigation.

CMH #1 - Colorado cannibal war

CMH #2 - Arizona cannibal war

CMH #3 – Somalia

CMH #4 – The China incident

CMH #5 - All other over sees ops. Iraq, Yugoslavia, Pakistan, Fiji, Panama, Ect……

Here are your crime tips:

I read that Steven Seagal was accused of multiple counts of rape and it is being investigated by Beverly Hills PD.

In 1996? I got Steven Seagal off of rape charges at his request in Aspen for 1 million to the victim.

I suspected that he might kill his victim and take the money back after he paid so I made sure that her family and CIA Director Tom Roberts had the evidence on the money.

This is true (what I wrote above this line did happen).

Did the following happen?

Did Steven Seagal kill his victim and her family and take the money back with or without CIA director Tom Roberts help?

The following is what Steven Seagal did to me (I have also been a screen writer for most of my life.)

I wrote Hard to Kill, Marked for Death and The Patriot 1996 - 400k paid - Steven Seagal has refused to turn over any evidence of the payment. The money was deposited into Nationwide bank uptown Blvd. in Albuquerque which is now Bank of America and the bank will not admit that the check ever existed. This makes Steven Segal and Bank of America guilty of conspiracy to commit bank fraud, conspiracy to commit bank robbery.

I also wrote parts of Above the Law and small amounts of Steven Seagal movies not listed above.

Next Subject:

The only connections between the Seagal case and this case would be Aspen PD and bank fraud.

A very long time ago I wrote, produced and directed a decent amount of Oh God with John Denver.

A very short amount of time before John Denver supposedly died in a plane crash Mr. Denver paid me either 700K or 1 million (I don’t remember which figure). I either deposited the money in Bank1 which was at Broadway and Canyon in Boulder or I might have deposited the check at Nationwide bank uptown Blvd. in Albuquerque which is now Bank of America. No one will turn in evidence of the payment. Therefore, Bank of America or Bank 1 is guilty of conspiracy in the murder of John Denver. Both of these banks are guilty of conspiracy to commit bank robbery and conspiracy to commit bank fraud.

www.TheftCase.com

Janna Rapaport, Philip Marchiondo and mass murder CIA agents had my guns stolen and then tortured John Denver to death at his house by Aspen.

By the time I recovered some guns in order to make the rescue John Denver was dead and the murders Janna Rapaport and Philip Marchiondo were gone.

Janna Rapaport and Philip Marchiondo and their thugs had forced John Denver’s family to eat pieces of their husband and father. After the thugs were dead John Denver’s family was walking outside their house in a catatonic state and were unable to speak.

John Denver’s money was probably then divided up between different mass murder CIA agents and possibly Bill Clinton.

Janna Rapaport and Philip Marchiondo divided up my bank account that John Denver helped me created from the money I received for writing and producing most of Oh-God.

This also means that John Denver was then unavailable to help me recover the stolen bank account.

To this day, no one will turn in evidence on my stolen bank accounts.

To this day, Janna Rapaport and Philip Marchiondo are still walking around free.

Next Subject

I recently started emailing the following. This looks like good material to email to news organizations.

Because I am formerly the head of internal affairs for the United States, the mass murder part of the CIA which the CIA calls Black Flag, these people kept confessing to me about the number of people that they were killing. (1985 to 2019).

The leaders of Black Flag are of course whatever X US presidents and current US president are still alive.

Arizona 5 million US citizens killed by the US government slightly South of Show Low Arizona off of highway 60. (in addition, when I was the head of IA for the US, Southern Arizona was packed full of mass murder cannibal police, mass murder cannibal sheriffs and mass murder cannibal highway patrols. I don’t know what the current state of the problem is.)

Colorado 23 million US citizens killed by the US government between Wellington Colorado and Nun Colorado

- 23 was the Black Flag confession to me and the number might be 28 million.

(in addition, when I was the head of IA for the US, Northern Colorado was packed full of mass murder cannibal police, mass murder cannibal sheriffs and mass murder cannibal highway patrols. I don’t know what the current state of the problem is.)

Kansas Millions of US citizens were killed by the US government west of Kansas City and I do not know the numbers.

Minnesota 25 million US citizens killed by the US government.

South Carolina. 30 million US citizens killed by the US government. While I was involved in fighting on civilian’s behalf in all of these states, I don’t remember exactly where in South Carolina this happened.

Utah 5 million US citizens killed by the US government south of I70 in Utah by the Colorado, Utah border.

West Virginia 50 million US citizens killed by the US government in West Virginia in one of the world’s largest caves.

2.5 million US citizens were sent to China for the Chinese to torture to death.

50,000 US citizens were sent to the Philippians for the Philippians to torture to death.

5 + 23 + 25 + 30 + 5 + 50 + 2.5 + .05 = 140.55 million total US citizens killed by the US government according to Black Flag’s confessions to me. The real number is reportedly 188 million.

Only recently (2010 and 2019) I found 2 different large-scale kidnappings committed by US feds and Las Vegas PD in the Cosmopolitan Hotel in Las Vegas NV. Reportedly US president Bill Clinton and Black Flag murdered these people for 1,000 condominiums. (If you find a vehicle or vehicles with kidnap victims inside, it is important that the vehicles tires are shot out or punctured).

Kansas City and St. Louis were attacked repeatedly. While I was involved in fighting on civilian’s behalf, I don’t know the death tolls.

I paid prince Charles and Mary Elisabeth $300.00 to take care of the evidence on a 600K savings account of mine in 1998 or 1997. The bank account and evidence on this bank account has since then been stolen.

It is a safe assumption that I will never see the evidence. This money of mine was probably the last of the United States Internal Affairs budget.

Former US president Ronald Reagan once told me “The Chinese just paid me 300 million Yuan to get things started and I have some Indian rupees coming”.

The demographics for the US look like there have been a rise in Asian Immigrants, when in fact if you visit some parts of the United States one can see and hear that some parts of the United States are now almost 100% recent Immigrants.

Thank you

Eric Rapaport

Bizarre, and obviously the delusions of someone mentally ill. It turns out, though, that he's been at this since at least 2007, and possibly by email going back to the mid-'90s. It's unclear exactly what he's hoping to achieve with it all, except possibly to clear his name and seek imagined revenge on Steven Seagal.

#Eric Rapaport #theft case #spam email #who killed john denver

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Marco vs. the Forces of Love Episode 4: 3’s & 7’s

Summary: It’s a hoot and a holler when Marco and Janna have an affair. Meanwhile, an unknown force is causing malfunctions on all magical devices on Mewni.

Star vs. the Forces of Evil belongs to:

© Daron Nefcy

© Disney Television Animation

[theme song]

ACT I

[The episode starts at Sensei Brantley’s dojo. Marco prepares himself for his final exam while Star and Jackie watch him among the crowd]

Sensei Brantley:

[Holding a microphone] Is this thing on? [touches it to see if it works] Alright… Ehem, Ladies and Gentlemen of all ages: Welcome to all you to the graduation ceremony of the Trank Hill Plaza dojo, where these young men will prove themselves to all of you in the noble art… of Karate. [gong sound effect]

[The crowd cheers to the students as they make a reverence to their sensei]

Sensei Brantley:

For most of them, it’s been a long way of pain and suffering to get into this point. Lots of broken bones, running noses, both physical and psychological scars that will probably haunt them for the rest of their mortal lives, but nonetheless… They’re here. For they are survivors, brave warriors ready to leave the comfort of the dojo that watched them grow as the martial artists in front of you. Each one of them a hero of its own story. A story that keeps going as they learn more about themselves and...

[As Sensei Brantley recites his speech, Jeremy starts makings faces to Marco which he retaliates by doing faces to him as well]

Sensei Brantley:

...therefore, this journey is really about the internal growing, the personal maturity that these students have reached over the years. And today… [wipes a tear from his eye] is the beginning of a whole new chapter in their lives. Please give them another round of applause. They truly deserve it.

[The crowd cheers for the students once again]

Star:

[dancing] Woo-hoo. Go Marco, go Marco, it’s your birthday, it’s your birthday!!!

Sensei Brantley:

Thank you all. Before we begin with our final demonstration, I would like to introduce you to a brand new tradition in our dojo [walks towards some red curtains on the wall] a tradition that from this point forward will be a staple for the future generations to come… I present to you: THE WALL OF FAME!!!

[Sensei Brantley pulls out the curtains to reveal a giant wall full of empty picture frames]

Marco:

[with stars on his eyes] It’s beautiful.

[Marco imagines his face on the wall as it’s displayed to the public]

Jeremy:

Hey Marco...

Marco:

What do you want?

Jeremy:

I just wanted you wish you good luck and that I can’t wait to see ourselves together on that wall...

Marco:

[raising an eyebrow] Uhm… Thanks… [thinking to himself] Wow, it turns out that Jeremy isn’t as bad as I thought...

Jeremy:

Yeah, I mean: Just imagine how awesome I will look next to your face all squashed against the floor after your inevitable failure. [laughs]

Marco:

[thinking to himself] ...or he’s just as bad as polio.

Sensei Brantley:

...and now, without further ado. Let’s begin with the test. BRING OUT THE PROPS!!!

[A couple of students bring a table with a bunch of empty glasses of wine and a green bottle on the center]

Sensei Brantley:

For your final exam: You’ll kick this bottle out of the table using the Triple Butterfly Kick. Now: See the white line in front of you? [points at a line placed a few feet away from the table] That will be your starting point. The rules are simple: If you cross that line, you fail. If you touch any of the glasses, you fail. If you touch the bottle but don’t manage to kick it out of the table, you fail. The students who fail will gonna have to repeat another year. Got it?

[Marco gets nervous and starts to shiver as he watches the distance of the table. Cut to Star and Jackie talking to each other]

Jackie:

Wow, the test looks tough. I hope Marco can get through it.

Star:

What are you talking about? THis is a piece of cake for him. I mean, remember when he broke the record at the swimming test a couple of weeks ago?

Jackie:

Yeah, but this is different. Karate is a whole new level of physical challenge.

Star:

Well, I guess you’re right. But I know that Marco is capable for this...

[Cut to Sensei Brantley ready to start the exam]

Sensei Brantley:

[checking on the list] Alright, we’re gonna start by alphabetical order: JEREMY BIRNBAUM, You’re first. Come on...

Jeremy:

[to Marco] Now, prepare to see a real expert on the job. And who knows, maybe you’ll learn something...

[Jeremy makes a reverence to Sensei Brantley and gets on position as the song “Jeremy is Awesome”starts playing on the background. However, as soon as he jumps to make the kick, loses control and crashes against the table in a very anticlimactic way. The crowd softly cheers out of pity]

Sensei Brantley:

Oh, tough luck Jeremy, but don’t worry: Because in the noble art of karate, there’s no winners or losers, just new experiences to makes us stronger every day as we keep going. Better luck next time.

[Jeremy stands up and angrily walks away]

Sensei Brantley:

Alright, the next student on the list is: MARCO DIAZ, go ahead dude, you can do it... 

[Marco makes a reverence and gets on position]

Marco:

[thinking to himself] Okay Marco, you can do this. Just don’t be nervous.

[Marco takes his time to focus while everyone in the audience just watches him in suspense. He takes a deep breath, walks a few steps back from the starting line and proceeds to jump and spin in the air like a ballet dancer. He manages to kick the bottle out of the table without touching the glasses, but just for a few inches. Finally, he lands on the floor and gets acclaimed by everyone in the audience]

Marco:

[opening his eyes] I… I did it?

Sensei Brantley:

[hugging Marco] Congratulations Marco. I knew that you could make it.

Marco:

Uhm… Sensei?

Sensei Brantley:

What?

[Sensei Brantley notices that everyone is watching them sharing a hug, so he lets him go and proceeds to continue with the next student]

Sensei Brantley:

Anyway… Our next student on the list is GOMEZ DURHAM… or something...

[Later that day after the exam, Marco talks with Sensei about today’s performance while everyone in the audience are leaving]

Marco:

I just don’t don’t know how it happened. At first I was like all nervous thinking that I would fail just like the other times, but then I closed my eyes and… I felt it, the spirit of the warrior was inside me just like you said it, so I let myself go and… the moment I’ve noticed, I’m already on the floor in one piece.

Sensei Brantley:

That’s what I’ve been trying to teach you all these years. You overthink things too much dude. Sometimes you just got to go with the flow.

Marco:

I’ll never forget it. Thank you for all your dedication to me Sensei.

Sensei Brantley:

Don’t mention it.

[They make a last reverence to each other before Star and Jackie show up to congratulate Marco]

Star:

[hugging Marco] Oh Marco, I’m so proud of you. I mean, you finally graduate from karate.

Jackie:

And just when I thought you couldn’t be more awesome, you make another perfect performance [grabbing Marco’s arm] You never cease to amaze me. 

Marco:

[blushing] Uhm, girls please. You’re embarrassing me in front of Sensei.

Sensei Brantley:

Oh, don’t mind me. I’ll just gonna go back to my office so you can spend some quality time with your private cheerleading team... [winks at him]

Marco:

What? No, no no, it’s not what you think. We’re all just friends right here.

Sensei Brantley:

Yeah right... See you later champ.

[Sensei Brantley walks away to his office leaving Marco, Star and Jackie alone together]

Marco:

Well, that was close...

Star:

Yeah, I think I should stop hugging you like that for a while. It’s getting kind of awkward to explain to everyone else. I mean, it’s not like we’re officially dating or anything.

Marco:

Yeah, I suppose...

[Marco has a flashback of him and Janna making out which makes him feel guilty around Star and Jackie, so he tries to hide it by avoiding eye contact with them]

Jackie:

Marco… about what happened...

Marco:

[interrupting her] No, wait. You don’t don’t have to apologize. I’m the one who overreacted.

Jackie:

No Marco, you were absolutely right about us and what we did.

Star:

[shrugging] It’s true. We won’t let it happen again, promise.

Jackie:

Me too. And from now on: Truth will always come first.

Marco:

Uhm… Yeah, about that...

[Marco looks at Jackie smiling at him, but doesn't know what to say]

Star:

Anyway… Shouldn’t we be celebrating Marco’s victory by now? [grabs them by the shoulders] Because I had a thing or two in mind that we can try.

Marco:

[raising an eyebrow] What kind of things?

Star:

[smug face] That’s a surprise for later.

Jackie:

[smug face] Oh, I like where this is going.

Marco:

If this is what I think it is, I’d suggest to go to my place this time. After all, my parents won’t be at home until tomorrow, so... 

Jackie:

Mmmm... taking the lead, huh? I like the way it sounds.

Star:

[smiling] I agree.

[Cut to Marco’s house at 2:00 AM. Star and Jackie are sleeping in Marco’s bed while Marco is at the kitchen making himself a sandwich and a glass of water. Then he goes to the living room, sits on the couch and turns on the TV]

Female TV Reporter:

[in front of a school] ...and according to our primary source, the number of victims now have increased to 15 students on what it’s the fifth case of school shooting on this year so far. The school’s principal have declined to comment on the issue.

[Cut to the News Anchor]

News Anchor:

Thank you for that report Diane; On the international front: The government of North Korea has once again reappeared on the public sphere after the of citizens of Aomori, Japan reported a nuclear missile with a korean flag that overflew the city at 42000 ft above the ground. Our foreign correspondent, Veronica Cooper is on the scene… How is the situation there Veronica?

[Cut to Veronica covering the event in front of a group of protesters at the streets]

Veronica:

It couldn’t be more chaotic Hank. Just a few hours ago the citizens of Aomori formed an angry mob to protest against the mayor, accusing him of attempt to gloss over the incident when he infamously referred to the claims of nuclear threat as “overreacting”. It seems like the citizens...

[In that moment, Marco’s phone starts ringing. He watches and sees that is a call from Janna so he answers it]

Marco:

[yawning] Hello Janna.

Janna:

[o.s] Hey Marco, what are you doing? Something naughty I suppose. 

Marco:

Not really, I’m just chillin’ out watching the TV. Nothing special so far.

Janna:

[o.s] Really? because I assumed that you would be doing… you know...

Marco:

Well, If you really wanna know: Star and Jackie are sleeping in my bed right now...

Janna:

[o.s] Wow... Now that escalated quickly, isn’t it? 

Marco:

I guess… By the way: What do I owe the pleasure of having you on the phone?

Janna:

[o.s] I’m glad you asked, because I was thinking if maybe we can go out, like… one of these days you could sneak around from Star and Jackie so we can spend some quality time...

Marco:

Quality time? As if… going on a date or something?

Janna:

[o.s] Not exactly what I had in mind, but … Sure, a date would be nice.

Marco:

Sounds tempting, but right now I need to evaluate my options. Just between you and I, Star can be a little… uhm… how can I put it? 

Janna:

[o.s] Sticky?

Marco:

For lack of a better word.

Janna:

[o.s] I understand. It’s okay...

Marco:

But as soon as I find the perfect moment, I’ll let you know. Promise.

Janna:

[o.s] Are you sure?

Marco:

Hey, don’t forget we made a pinkie swear. You don’t just break a pinkie swear.

Janna:

[o.s] Okay… so I guess I’ll talk to you later.

Marco:

Don’t bother. I’ll call you back.

Janna:

[o.s] You do? Uhm, I mean… sure. I’ll wait for your call.

Marco:

[laughing] Yeah, you do that.

Janna:

[o.s] Well, I’m hanging up. By the way… I’m not wearing any clothes right now.

Marco:

[blushing] Huh?

Janna:

[o.s] Goodnight Marco.

[Janna hangs up the phone while Marco just lay on the couch staring at the the ceiling]

Marco:

[sigh] I’m truly the worst.

[Cut to next day at Marco’s house. Star is in front of her magic mirror trying to call her mom]

Star:

Mirror, mirror on the wall. Calling Mom.

Mirror:

Calling Dom.

Star:

No, not Dom. Mom!!! [sigh]

[A random guy named Dom appears on the mirror’s surface]

Dom:

What’s going on? Who are you?

Star:

Sorry sir, there’s something wrong with my mirror. I was trying to call my mom.

Dom:

Oh, don’t worry. This is like the tenth time this has happened to me so far....

[Star finishes the call, and clears her throat before trying to call again]

Star:

Okay Star, you can do this... Mirror Mirror on the wall. Calling MOM.

Mirror:

Calling Mom.

Star:

Ugh, finally...

[Queen Butterfly finally appears on the mirror]

Queen Butterfly:

Oh, Star… I’m so glad you called...

Star:

Mom, what the heck is going on? I literally spent 20 MINUTES trying to contact you and the mirror’s signal just… bounced all over the place.

Queen Butterfly:

I’m afraid our worst fears got confirmed. Remember those malfunctions that the Magic High Commission were warning us last week?

Star:

Yeah...

Queen Butterfly:

Well, it turns out that everything they predicted became true. Just three days ago, The Queen of Pixtopia sent me a message telling me that 90% of their magic dust has just vanished and now they only have enough power to maintain the royal emergency lines at work.

Star:

But what about  the Commission? Isn’t their job to fix these sort of problems?

Queen Butterfly:

They’re too busy taking care of issues on other dimensions. The crisis is escalating to levels we didn’t thought it would be possible?

Star:

[concerned] Does that mean I’m in danger too?

Queen Butterfly:

I’m not really sure. Did you noticed something strange or unusual about your wand lately?

Star:

I don’t know. Wait, just let me check. 

[Star searches the wand on her room and find it under a pile of magazines. She opens it and notices that the unicorn that charges the wand has changed into a black stallion with red eyes]

Star:

Okay… this is unprecedented [shows the wand to her mother]

Queen Butterfly:

Just as I suspected. This crisis is affecting non magical dimensions as well.

Star:

What am I supposed to do?

Queen Butterfly:

Tomorrow I’ll send a couple of guards to take you back to Mewni for a routine inspection...

Star:

Wait, tomorrow?!!!

Queen Butterfly:

Is there a problem?

Star:

It’s just that... I was planning to spend the day with Marco… as… [whispering] in a date.

Queen Butterfly:

Well, you’re gonna have to leave it for another day Star. As the future ruler of Mewni, you need to learn to set your priorities straight.

Star:

[sigh] I know.

Queen Butterfly:

Good, Tomorrow we can discuss this with a little more calm. Now I must hang upt before the signal goes off again.

Star:

Okay mom, bye.

[Queen Moon finishes the call as Star watches her wand in dead silence. Cut to Marco watching TV on the living room while Star approaches him]

Star:

Uhm, Marco...

Marco:

What’s up Star?

Star:

I know we were planning to have a date just you and I, but… something happened on Mewni and...

Marco:

[concerned] ...something happened on Mewni and you need to go, right?

Star:

I’m so sorry Marco. I was looking up for this day for such a long time, but I just can’t neglect my responsibilities so...

Marco:

Star: You don’t owe me any explanations. Just do what you need to do and stop worrying about it.

Star:

Really? Oh thank you for understand. I’ll make up for it soon, I promise.

Marco:

Oh, Star… it’s fine. We can have a date other day. I’m glad that you’re starting to take care of your duties as a princess. [hugs Star while she just blushes and hugs him back]

Star:

[whispering] I love you Marco.

Marco:

[whispering] Me too Star. Me too.

[Star goes upstairs to her room. As soon as sh leaves Marco picks up his cell phone to make a call]

Marco:

Janna...

ACT II

[Cut to Marco at the park along with with his bicycle waiting for Janna while looking at his watch. Janna shows up on a green mountain bike]

Marco:

What took you so long? I’ve been waiting for you an hour ago.

Janna:

Sorry Marco. I’ve had some pending business to attend with my parents. Also, a brainless bimbo driving an Acura nearly hit me on the way.

Marco:

Really? Sorry about that. I didn’t know.

Janna:

It’s okay. This isn’t even my bike anyway.

Marco:

And whose is it?

Janna:

I don’t know, I just stole it two hours ago.

Marco:

Janna...

Janna:

Just kidding. It was a gift from my grandma mr. righteous.

Marco:

Right… So where are we going?

Janna:

I thought you’d never ask.

[Cut to Mewni where a group of peasants are waiting in line while Queen Moon along with the Magic High Commision perform a routine inspection. Star arrives while Ruberiot along with Foolduke and Mime Girl are leaving]

Rhombulus:

Next...

Ruberiot:

[slightly annoyed] Ugh, thank God it’s over. This whole thing was SO pointless. I mean, I don’t even know how to use magic, I’m a musician for crying out loud.

Foolduke:

Well, magic works on mysterious ways, so you can’t never be a hundred percent sure.

Ruberiot:

Oh, trust me. I know all about it.

[Cut to Star talking to her mother while the commision is at work]

Star:

Wow, look at this line. It’s like the entire kingdom is here.

Queen Butterfly:

That’s because they’re all here Star. It’s important to be as cautious as possible. Remember: magic can affect everyone on different levels, not just their users.

Omnitraxus:

[checking on some guy] This person it’s clean your majesty.

Star:

When it’s gonna be my turn to be checked?

Queen Butterfly:

Checked? Oh, right. The wand. I’m sorry Star, I forgot. This is taking us longer that we expected.

Hekapoo:

Don’t worry your majesty. I’ll take care of princess Star.

Queen Butterfly:

Did you finish with the reports like I told you.

Hekapoo:

I’m all done with those my queen. Rhombulus will take them to your office.

Queen Butterfly:

[watching the long line] Okay, you can do it.

Hekapoo:

[to Star] Follow me your majesty.

[Hekapoo takes Star into a room upstairs where she checks her and the wand using a metal detector and a pair of gloves]

Star:

Is this gonna take too long? I mean, not to be rude or anything, but I have some things to do and...

Hekapoo:

I need to run a couple of tests. Just relax and read a magazine or something...

[Hekapoo opens the wand and sees the black stallion with red eyes]

Hekapoo:

Since when your wand have been like this?

Star:

It started last week. I guess...

Hekapoo:

[taking notes while testing the wand] Interesting...

Star:

So… what’s going on?

[Hekapoo just keeps taking notes in silence while ignoring her. As she finishes, she gives the wand back to Star]

Star:

Well?

Hekapoo:

I have no idea.

Star:

No idea?! What kind of answer is that? I thought you would figure it out by this point.

Hekapoo:

Normally I would, but this just goes beyond any phenomenon that I’ve ever seen.

Star:

Does that mean I’ll never be able to make magic again?

Hekapoo:

I’m not quite sure yet. Here... [gives the wand to Star] See that statue over there? [points at a Statue of King River]

Star:

Yeah...

Hekapoo:

I want you to use a Narwhal Blast to blow it up...

Star:

Okay… [gets in position] MEGA NARWHAL BLAST!!!

[The spell manages to blow up the statue without a problem]

Hekapoo:

Well, at least we know the wand is still functional...

Star:

Does that mean we’re done?

Hekapoo:

Mmm… Yeah, we’re done. You can go now...

Star:

Finally...

Hekapoo:

Just… one more thing...

Star:

[sigh] What is it?

Hekapoo:

Relax, it doesn’t have to do with magic. It’s about Marco.

Star:

Marco?!!! [As soons as she mentions him, Star gets nervous and starts shivering] What do you wanna know?

Hekapoo:

[blushing] I know it’s none of my business, but… Are you still a thing?

Star:

A thing? You mean like… boyfriend and girlfriend?

Hekapoo:

[staring at the floor] Yeah...

Star:

Why do you ask? Do you like him too? I-I Mean… Do you like him?

Hekapoo:

No, no no… I’m just curious because last time I checked you were pretty close and...

Star:

[interrupting her] Yeah, totally. We love each other and we’re still dating, so… he’s totally unavailable now. I’m sorry.

Hekapoo:

[looking disappointed] Uhm. okay. I was asking because I was hoping that... 

Star:

Well too bad because he’s my boyfriend. That’s the way it is, bye. [leaves the room in a hurry]

Hekapoo:

[staring at the floor] Bye.

[Cut back to Marco and Janna at the cemetery]

Marco:

Oh yeah, I remember this place. This is where we fought Ludo that one time.

Janna:

...and Star and I tried to invoke Bon Bon the birthday clown.

Marco:

Not exactly my happiest memories, but...

Janna:

Speak for yourself, I had so much fun slapping your butt that night.

Marco:

Get outta town.

[Janna laughs a bit while Marco just smiles]

Marco:

Has anybody ever told you that you look very cute when you laugh?

Janna:

I know what you’re trying to do. Just keep it in your pants Romeo.

Marco:

I’m serious. Why can’t you accept a compliment? 

Janna:

I’m not like other girls. You’re gonna need more than just chivalry and pretty words to get me. 

Marco:

What about last week at the janitor’s closet?

Janna:

Oh, so you still remember that time? You boys are so obvious...

Marco:

Hey, you’re the one who dragged me...

Janna:

And you’re the one who went with it.

Marco:

And your point is…?

Janna:

You’re unable to take the first step unless someone else pushes you to the edge. Just like what happened with Star and Jackie.

Marco:

[raising an eyebrow] Oh, You think so?

Janna:

Well, we’re all alone here and you didn’t even attempted to take my hand or...

[before she could finish Marco takes her by the shoulders and gives Janna a passionate kiss on the mouth which she reciprocates]

Marco:

So… What are we talking about?

Janna:

[blushing] Uhm… I...

Marco:

Case closed.

[Cut to Marco’s room. A portal opens and Star comes out looking for Marco]

Star:

Marco. I’m home, we can have our date now. [she notices Marco isn’t there] Huh, I guess he’s at the living room.

[Star takes Marco’s dimensional scissors and goes downstairs to the living room, but she  finds Marco’s parents making out at the couch]

Star:

Hey guys...

Mrs. Diaz:

Star?!!! [they stop making out]

Mr. Diaz:

[with kiss marks on his face] What are you doing here? I mean. We thought you wouldn’t return until the evening.

Star:

I made it as quick as a I could. You know where Marco is?

Mrs. Diaz:

He must be at the park. He took his bike so...

Star:

Okay, thanks… [she summons cloudy and quickly leaves]

Mr. Diaz:

So… Where were we? Oh yeah [they keep making out while laughing]

[cut to Star arriving at the park. She searches for Marco everywhere but she can’t find him]

Star:

[getting out of Cloudy] Marco? Where are you? [she calls for Marco, but he’s nowhere to be seen] Maybe he left… I wonder if I… [she looks at the wand and remembers the all seeing eye spell] I know shouldn’t use it, but...

[Star uses the the all-seeing eye spell to find where is Marco and sees him on the cemetery along with Janna]

Marco:

[o.s] Hey Janna, come and check some of these tombstones.

Star:

[raising an eyebrow] What is he doing with Janna? [she summons Cloudy and flies to the cemetery]

[Cut to Marco and Janna checking the tombstones. Marco finds one that that says: R.I.P. Rosie Palms (1967-2015) “always giving a hand to the ones who needed it”]

Marco:

[laughing a bit] Well, this is just rich.

Janna:

[o.s] Hey Marco, come over here. I found something cool.

[Janna takes Marco to an abandoned shed with a bed in the middle of the forest]

Marco:

Uhm, no… Just no.

Janna:

Oh, you gotta be kidding me. You have the guts to grab me by the shoulders and kiss me without any warning but you chicken out at this point?

Marco:

I’m not chickening out. I just don’t wanna do it on an old shed that’s probably full of mold and dirt.

Janna:

What are you, a germaphobe?

Marco:

No, It’s called common sense. Have you ever heard about it?

Janna:

I’m sure there’s nothing inside that Star can’t treat using her wand...

Marco:

Oh no, no, no, no, no… I don’t let Star use her wand on me anymore. I already learned that lesson the hard way. [he remembers the tentacle arm for a second]

Janna:

How about a deal? 15 minutes inside and I’ll let you touch my breasts. 30 minutes and anything goes...

Marco:

Forget about it. I don’t care what you say, there’s no way that I’m going inside that... [cut to Marco and Janna inside the shed] I’m losing my mind...

[Cut to Star arriving at the cemetery using the scissors just a few moments later]

Star:

Now. Where are they? [Star searches for them and while checking at the tombstones] I don’t get it, what is Marco doing with Janna? They’ve never been THAT close before. Or maybe I was wrong and they are… nah, it can’t be… Marco would never do something like that, right? Although she always looked like she wanted to be closer to him but… [sigh] and... I’m talking to myself out loud again. I really need to stop doing that.

[In that moment she hears some noises coming from the forest, so she hides behind one of the tombstones. She sees Marco and Janna laughing while talking to each other]

Janna:

...and when the milk came out of his nose and fall over Brittney’s dress and she was like… [impersonating Brittney] YUCK!!! BOYS ARE SO GROSS!!! I’ll never forget that day.

Marco:

Me neither. That is like… on my top 10 of funniest moments ever. Poor Alfonzo though.

Janna:

Yeah, but you have to remember that he’s lactose intolerant, so that was the best outcome. For him at least.

Marco:

I guess you’re right.

Janna:

Not to mention that she was wearing new shoes as well.

Marco:

And since then, she avoids wearing new clothes at school.

Janna:

Yeah, but it’s not like anyone really cares...

Marco:

Yeah… [beat]

Janna:

So… Can I have a second round?

Marco:

What? You wanna do it again at the shed?

Janna:

No, I don’t like to repeat myself. Maybe we can do it over a tombstone this time.

Marco:

Do it over someone else’s grave? Now that’s just too far. Even for you.

Janna:

I was kidding. Jeez.

Marco:

Oh Janna…

[They start making out next to a tree while Star just watches them very upset]

Star:

[thinking to herself] That BITCH!!! [she keeps watching them while grinding her teeth] So do you wanna have Marco to yourself, don’t you? Well… [close up to her eyes] I’ll give you what you want Janna Banana.

[Marco turns around for a moment. Star hides herself before he can see her]

Janna:

What’s wrong?

Marco:

Nothing. I thought I’ve heard something. Maybe it’s just my imagination.

Janna:

Maybe it was the ghost of Rosie Palms.

Marco:

Don’t joke about dead people. They can hear you.

Janna:

Maybe. But that’s the fun thing about cemeteries.

Marco:

What a creep… [they keep making out]

[Cut to the Diaz Household at night. Marco arrives and goes upstairs to Star’s room]

Marco:

[knocking at Star’s door] Star? Are you there?

Star:

[o.s] Yeah, come on in...

[Marco opens the door and sees Star practicing with her wand]

Marco:

Uhm, hi.

Star:

[stepford smile] Marco… Hey buddy, how it was your day? Lots of fun riding your bicycle? 

Marco:

Yeah. It was fun. Listen, I’m sorry for getting late. Time flies when you have fun riding curves, you know, he-he...

Star:

Oh, I can imagine it.

Marco:

Yeah, but I wanna make up for you. This was supposed to be our day and I should’ve get earlier...

Star:

Oh, don’t worry about it. The whole thing took it longer that I thought anyway.

Marco:

Still, I want to compensate you.

Star:

Well, now that you mention it: Jackie and I were planning to have a picnic this next sunday and I was thinking if you can prepare some sandwiches.

Marco:

I would love to. And I can make some lemonade too.

Star:

Good idea.

Marco:

Then it’s settled. I’ll make the lunch for three.

Star:

Better make it for four. I have the feeling we’ll be very hungry.

Marco:

Got it. Good night Star.

Star:

Good night Marco [as soon as Marco leaves the room, she makes a phone call] Hey Janna, how’s it going?

[Marco goes to his room and finds his dimensional scissors on the desk]

Marco:

[holding the scissors] This is odd, I don’t remember leaving these over here...

ACT III

[Cut to Marco, Star and Jackie having a picnic on a knoll at the park]

Jackie:

[eating a sandwich] Mmmm, these sandwiches are pretty good.

Star:

Thanks Jackie. It was a collaborative effort.

Marco:

No it wasn’t.

Star:

You should also try the lemonade… [she opens the picnic basket and serves some lemonade to Jackie]

Jackie:

[tasting the lemonade] Wow, this is great. You guys really outdid yourselves this time, seriously...

Star:

Oh, you really think so?

Jackie:

Absolutely...

Star:

[stepford smile] It’s our pleasure..

Marco:

Whatever...

Jackie:

Do you wanna play a game? I brought some cards.

Marco:

[rubbing his hands] Alright, count me in...

Jackie:

What about you Star?

Star:

Uhm, I think I’ll pass. I’m not really good at those type of games...

Marco:

What are you talking about? We play poker together all the time.

Star:

Yeah, but I’m not like… “in the mood” if you know what I mean...

Marco:

No, I don’t know what you mean...

Star:

Besides, I just remembered that I need to do something right now and I have to go for a moment.

Jackie:

Funny, you didn’t told me anything when we talked by the phone.

Star:

It’s a… It’s a surprise. Yeah, that’s right. Just wait right here and have fun.

Marco:

[raising an eyebrow] Uhm, okay?

Star:

Okay, bye. [she leaves the scene in a hurry]

Marco:

Mmmm...

Jackie:

What’s wrong?

Marco:

Have you noticed that she was acting a little… strange?

Jackie:

You mean more than usual?

Marco:

Yeah...

Jackie:

Well, now that you mention it: She sounded a bit anxious the other day. Is everything okay between you and Star?

Marco:

As far as I know, we’re still on good terms.

Jackie:

Maybe it’s a Mewni thing then...

Marco:

Probably. The other day she went to Mewni and didn’t look very pleased, but anyway… Are you ready for some poker?

Jackie:

I thought you’d never ask. [she shuffles the cards and starts a game]

[Cut to Star meeting with Janna at the bench]

Star:

[stepford smile] Janna. I’m so glad you find you here.

Janna:

Uhm, you’re the one who called me. What’s the deal?

Star:

Deal? There’s no deal, I just wanted to see one of my best friends on earth, that’s all.

Janna:

Mmmm, I don’t know. Your instructions were very specific.

Star:

Oh, don’t over-analyse things. The important thing is that you’re here.

Janna:

You said you wanted to show me something.

Star:

Oh right. Now I remembered. Follow me.

Janna:

Okay.

[Cut back to Marco and Jackie playing poker. So far, Marco needs a 3 to complete a Four of a Kind hand but he has a 7, while Jackie needs a 7 to complete a Flush, but she has a 3 instead]

Marco:

[thinking to himself] Wow, even at poker she looks calm. Or maybe she’s about to win and is expecting me to make the next move… Nonetheless I need to be cool and project confidence.

[Jackie notices that Marco is looking at her so he looks the other way while blushing]

Jackie:

What happen?

Marco:

Nothing, I was just… looking at… uhm... your hair.

Jackie:

My hair?

Marco:

Yeah… It looks slightly different.

Jackie:

I don’t know what you’re talking about. This is my usual hairstyle and… oh, maybe it’s because I used a new hair conditioner to make my hair look brighter. Is that it?

Marco:

Uhm, yeah. Now that mention it: The green strip of your hair looks brighter.

Jackie:

You know, you’re the first person to notice it. You’re a great observer Marco Diaz.

Marco:

You look great… I-I mean… You always look great, it’s just that… You look particularly great today and… I like what you did with your hair… it’s [he blushes as he tries to come up with something to say] I like your attention to details. [he looks the other way]

Jackie:

[blushing] Well, I’m glad that you think so. He-he [she looks the other way too]

Star:

[o.s] Hey guys, I’m back, and look who I’ve found...

[Star shows up with Janna which makes Marco gulp out of awkwardness while Janna reacts the same way, but tries to act cool]

Jackie:

Janna, what a surprise.

Janna:

[poker face] Yeah, what a surprise indeed.

Star:

Isn’t it great? Now we're all together hanging out like in the old days.

Janna:

Yeah, I just remembered that I had an important compromise that I… [she stands up and tries to leave but gets stopped by Star]

Star:

Oh, please don’t go yet. What about a game of poker?

Janna:

I’m… not a big fan, I’m more into chess.

Star:

But poker is a lot of fun once you give it a chance. Come on, don’t be a quitter.

Janna:

Uhm… Well, I guess a short game won’t hurt any...

Star:

Splendid. Let the game begin.

[Jackie shuffles and deals the cards again while Marco and Janna try to avoid eye contact as they play]

Marco:

[to Star] Do you have a 4?

Star:

[smiling] Go fish.

Janna:

[thinking to herself] What am I gonna do now? I need to get out of here as fast as I can before...

Star:

[to Janna] Do you have sex with Marco?

Janna:

[shivering] What?!!!

Star:

I said: Do you have a 6 on your hand?

Janna:

Oh, I get it… Uhm, go fish.

[they keep playing for a while as Star keeps winning every game]

Star:

Well, what do you know? I won again.

Jackie:

Wow, for someone who claims to be bad at poker, you certainly have some tricks up your sleeve...

Star:

I have my moments.

[In that moment, Janna notices something suspicious about the cards]

Janna:

Wait a minute. [checks the whole deck] These cards are marked.

Marco:

Star...

Star:

Oops. You got me.

Jackie:

Star, this isn’t fair game.

Janna:

Yeah, what do you try to accomplish by cheating, huh?

Star:

Funny, I was about to ask you the same thing Janna Banana.

Janna:

[poker face] What do you mean?

Star:

Oh, you forgot about it. Well, maybe this will help you to remember...

[Star pulls out her phone and shows a photo of Marco and Janna making out in the woods. Marco, Jackie and Janna react in shock]

Marco:

[panicking] Oh, crap...

Star:

By the way: The ghost of Rosie Palms sends her regards...

Marco:

Star, look… I can explain.

Star:

[with tears on her eyes] How could you do this to us Marco. I mean, don’t you have enough with two girls? How many chicks do you need to hump to be satisfied?

Marco:

What happened was… you see… she approached me that day when you...

Janna:

Oh, so you’re gonna put all the blame on me now? So brave...

Star:

And as for you Janna: I can’t believe you would be capable to do such thing. I thought you were my friend...

Janna:

Cry me a river. The only reason I pretended to be your friend is to get closer to Marco.

Star:

Well, no wonder why he considered you nothing but a creep.

Janna:

And what makes you so high and mighty? You treat Marco like a servant half of the time. It’s obvious that he prefers to be with someone else, but you keep getting on his way because you’re a control freak and a complete sociopath.

Star:

Mind your words Janna. Remember that I have the wand.

Janna:

[sarcastic tone] Oh, the wand. I’m soooo scared, I mean what are you gonna do? turn my arm into tentacle monster?

Marco:

Uhm, girls?

Star:

Maybe I will turn you into a narwhal so I can blast you against the wall over and over. What do you say about that?

Marco:

Uhm, girls?

Janna:

Bring it on blondie. I’m not afraid of you, or your cute little toys.

Marco:

Girls, please. We can talk talk about this...

Star:

I’ll give you toys. [holds the wand]

[Star and Janna aggressively stare at each other while Jackie just watches concerned and Marco tries to prevent a brawl]

Jackie:

[getting in between] Alright girls, there’s no need to get violent. I’m sure we can reach an agreement if we just sit down and talk...

Star:

Talk? With this traitor? Uh-uh, no way.

Janna:

Perhaps because your oversized ego gets in the way...

Star:

Or maybe... it’s because Marco likes me better and you just can’t accept it.

Janna:

Sure. He likes you SO much than he can’t decide between you and Jackie.

Star:

That’s none of your business.

Marco:

[raising his hand] Can I say something?

Star & Janna:

NO!!!!

Star:

Your problem Janna is that you’re a sore loser. Marco doesn’t see you as his girlfriend so you seduced him to get your way.

Janna:

Sounds like you know a lot about being a sore loser, otherwise you wouldn’t use that weird eye spell to spy on Marco and Jackie on their date...

Marco:

Wait... what?

Star:

B-but, how did you know about...?

Janna:

I’m not really a heavy sleeper, I saw you that day [cut to the moment Star used the all seeing eye to spy Marco and Jackie]

Jackie:

Star, is that true?

Star:

No, I mean, yes,but...

Janna:

If anything, Marco should avoid you at all costs.

Star:

Oh yeah? At least I don’t steal things from him of stalk him like a creep, and let me tell you...

Marco:

[thinking to himself] Aw man, this is getting ugly. I need to get out of here.

Star:

...and that’s why I’m the best girl for Marco.

Janna:

Sure, keep making noise babyface. You sure are gonna win if you cry harder.

Star:

[breaking glass sound] What did you just said to me?

Janna:

I said: Keep making noise baby...

[before she can finish Star tackles Janna and they start a fight, but Jackie once again gets in between and attempts to stop them]

Jackie:

Come on girls please... fighting each other won’t solve anything. It will makes things worse.

Janna:

You’re right. We should let Marco decide once and for all and finish this nonsense...

Star:

I agree. So Marco, which one of us do you like...? [she notices that Marco is missing] Marco? Where did he go?

[Cut to the underworld. A portal opens and Marco comes out and finds himself on a bathhouse for male demons and supernatural creatures]

Marco:

The underworld? but I didn’t wanna come here.. [looks at the scissors] What’s wrong with these scissors? [Marco takes a look around and sees a bunch of demons wearing nothing but towels] I need to get out of here...

Tom Lucitor:

[o.s] Marco?

[Marco turns and sees Tom wearing a towel]

Marco:

Tom? What are you doing here?

Tom:

[panicking] Uhm, it’s not what it looks like, I was just… IF YOU TELL STAR ANY OF THIS, I WILL…!!!

Marco:

[sigh] I don’t have time for this… [he uses the scissors to open another portal and leaves]

[Cut to Hekapoo at her house trying to mold new dimensional scissors, but for some reason the scissors turn defective]

Hekapoo:

Oh dang it. Well, let’s trying again... [she throws them into a pile of defective scissors]

[in that moment, someone knocks at the door, so she goes to open it]

Hekapoo:

Now who could it be at this hour? I swear if it’s you once again Rhombulus, I’m gonna rip apart your… [she opens the door and sees Marco] Marco? Oh, what a surprise...

Marco:

Hi Hekapoo. How are you?

Hekapoo:

Uhm, fine… I mean, it’s been kinda boring since you left, but… It’s cool. What brings you here?

Marco:

Long story. I just needed a place to calm down for a moment.

Hekapoo:

Troubles in paradise?

Marco:

Something like that... [beat]

Hekapoo:

Well, come on in and have a sit. I’ll bring you something to drink.

Marco:

You don’t need to bother. I’m just...

Hekapoo:

Nonsense, you’re my guest and I’ll attend you whether you like it or not. [looks for something to drink]

Marco:

As you please. By the way: How is Nachos?

Hekapoo:

[serving a drink to Marco] He’s fine. He’s been riding around all by himself. He’s pretty much a free spirit, so I’ll let you go, but he always returns.

Marco:

I’m glad to hear that, I was worried that we would feel alone without me. And... how about you?

Hekapoo:

Well, it’s been a busy week I’m telling you. Some unknown force it’s been soaking almost all the magic from Mewni and causing all kinds of problems. Just now it started to affect me as well. I can’t clone myself nor create new dimensional scissors properly.

Marco:

That sounds pretty bad.

Hekapoo:

Tell me about it. And considering that now Lekmet is dead, my work at the Magic High Commission just doubled down. [sigh] I’m sorry if I’m bumming you with my problems, I just needed to let it out of my system... [she drinks and sits next to Marco]

Marco:

It’s okay. To be honest with you, lately I haven’t been in the best mood either.

Hekapoo:

You wanna talk about it?

Marco:

You see: I… have some serious romantic issues.

Hekapoo:

Did you... fight with Star?

Marco:

Something like that. Let’s just say we’re not on the best of terms right now.

Hekapoo:

[raising an eyebrow and smiling] Oh, Really?

Marco:

I’m sorry, I can’t go into any more details. It’s too complicated to explain and...

Hekapoo:

It’s okay. You can stay at my place as long as you want. At least until things calm down back home.

Marco:

Do you remember that time passes differently on your dimension, right? 

Hekapoo:

Of course I do you silly human, my point is: Mi casa es su casa.

Marco:

It is very kind of you, but I think I should be going...

Hekapoo:

Wait… I mean, it’s been awhile since our last encounter and… I was hoping that we could catch up. Earth isn’t going anywhere after all.

Marco:

Mmmm… I guess I can stay here for a couple of days if you don’t mind.

Hekapoo:

That’s great. Come here, I’ll take you to your room. [she grabs Marco’s hand and takes him to a giant room with a king-sized bed]

Marco:

Wow, this is… a pretty spacey room. It’s certainly bigger than mine.

Hekapoo:

You should see Queen Butterfly’s bedroom. Come on in and make yourself comfortable. Now if you excuse me...

Marco:

Where are you going?

Hekapoo:

It’s a surprise. Just right here and I’ll be back in a moment. [she leaves the room]

Marco:

Okay… 

[Marco starts exploring the room and finds some magazines and a few “toys”, which makes him blush as he takes them]

Hekapoo:

[o.s] Okay, I’m ready...

[Marco turns back and sees Hekapoo wearing black lingerie, which makes him drop his jaw as she walks towards him]

Hekapoo:

Enjoying the view, fleshwad?

Marco:

Uhm, I… Ah, mmmm...

Hekapoo:

I know I usually wait 16 years to do these things with you, but… I was wondering if maybe we can make an exception just this one time… for old times sake.

Marco:

Hekapoo, I…

[he tries to talk but gets distracted by Hekapoo’s boobs so he looks the other way]

Hekapoo:

You’re speechless right now. That is so cute. Just follow my lead.

Marco:

[blushing] Uhm, okay.

[Hekapoo kisses Marco on the lips and hugs him. He quickly reciprocates and grabs her hips as they keep making out]

MARCO VS. THE FORCES OF LOVE - EPISODE 4: 3’s & 7’s

[thejackal64]

Star vs The Forces of Evil: Hidden Truth | Chapter 8: The Hunt

The boy scurried frantically around the floor, knocking over small tables in his panic. It was midnight, the moon shone furiously outside, the stars gleaming bright. But the boy saw none of this. He was focused on one thing and one thing only. To run.

His feet scampered across the floor, left after right. Sweat flicked down his neck as he attempted to escape the terror that was prowling. Searching. Hunting.

He stopped. A dead end it seemed, a tapestry (thankfully a normal, non royal one) covered the wall. A sinister voice could be heard, creeping up on him from behind, threatening to swallow him up.

"Maaaarcoooo, where aaaare youuuu? I just want to playyyyy!"

Marco’s face paled. How had everything gone so wrong?

16 hours ago

Star shot up from her bed as she stared up at the bookshelf in front of her, wondering if she could just lie there and die alone. After a few minutes of just sitting there, blank faced, she turned to her alarm clock.

8:00

“Oh no.”

The frantic Princess ran straight into her wardrobe, hurriedly searching for her clothes. How had nobody woken her up?!

Right as she pulled her stockings up, her door snapped itself open to reveal a startled Queen Moon.

“Star? You’re awake?”

Star tried to grin at her mother as she fastened up her boots. "Yes yes yes, oh my gosh, I’m going to be late for-”

She became rigid, her mind working out her situation.

“Oh. That’s right, no school, I’m on Mewni. No training with Glossaryck either, it’s a Flacks day.”

Star calmed down considerably, but an aching feeling still shivered down her spine. Why was she so nervous, like everything was going to explode?

Her mother eyed her candidly, ”Well, while you’re here, I was going to wake you up for breakfast, but I suppose you’ve done that yourself.”

Star groaned as she pulled herself out the door, intent on getting to the royal dining room before her mom. What a start to a day.

Star and her mother made their way over to a large rectangular table, decorated in an elegant buffet of Mewnian cuisine, where the rest of the castle’s inhabitants waited.

Moon and River’s seat were at the very front, Marco sat to River’s right, and Janna two seats from Moon. Star meticulously sat down next to Marco, her brain pounding her with incessant headaches. It was so bad in fact, that Star almost didn’t notice Marco’s instant recoil as Star sat next to him, like someone placed a viper on his nose. Almost. Since their adventure in the tapestry room, both had been a bit distant, although not by choice.

“Oh- ugh- Hi Star.” The welcome rolled out of his tongue like sandpaper. The boy didn’t expect Star to sit next to him, although he really should have, as they were supposed to be ‘best friends. Star stared at Marco for what was really seconds, but felt like hours.

“Hi there Marco.” She emoted with an artificial excitement in her voice. Sweat kept running down Marco’s face. This wasn’t the first time they’d eaten next to each other but it nevertheless felt like a first.

The countless servants walked up and down the hallway, serving each diner a beautiful looking meal (mostly corn related). Marco always asked for a normal Earth breakfast in fear of not liking mewnian food, and therefore offending his hosts. Janna, on the other hand, would always ask for something new, really enjoying her stay in the foreign kingdom. The Royal Family, of course, would pick their favorite corn dishes.

“B-bon Appetit…” Marco awkwardly stuttered. Everyone, who already had their mouths full, mumbled in response. “Right…”

The boy took a bite of the average looking meal he was given. The room went relatively silent.

A couple minutes passed. Marco, trying to focus on his food and only his food, noticed Star on the corner of his eye. He looked down, back at his food, before snapping back to his side to make sure if she was still staring. She was. He glanced up at Janna for help. Janna, who had finished her meal, was staring at the both of them with awe.

“So, Star.” Janna catches her attention. The Princess looked over at Janna, with a dead look in her eyes. “Isn’t Marco looking great this morning?” A chuckle escaped her mouth as she anticipated the mayhem she hoped to cause. A pink tint painted her face. Her eyes shifted around the room before resting at Marco, who was covering his face with his hands.

“Uhh - Well…. Pfft, I mean, he looks fine for just getting out of bed…” Star flustered, her arms flailing with sweat. “I guess!” Forced laughter echoed around the room as Star winced at her response. Marco, trying his hardest to not be seen, let out an embarrassed moan.

“I mean, he’s looking pretty handsome today, don’t you think?” Janna teased back. Marco head snapped upward to face Janna. He stared at her in pure distress and then over at Star in the same way. Star was burning red, she didn’t know how to answer to that…. That question! Her eyes wandered around the room, her head as well. Janna still stared silently with a cocky smirk plastered on her face. Marco was waiting to see Star’s response, staring at her with a face of pure distress and embarrassment.

“Uhm - uhhh…” The flustered princess was interrupted by her Mother, “Let them eat in peace Janna.”

Star and Marco let out a sigh of relief, while Janna let out one of disappointment. “Ugh, fine.”

“Alright then…” River stood up as he took hold of all of the leftovers scattered around the table. “I think we’re done with breakfast.”

“Thank Mewni!”

“Gracia a dios!” Star and Marco said in unison as they stood up from their seats. Everyone stalked away, Star and Marco hanging by each other, although not as close as they were before.

The two had made it all the way outside to the Royal Gardens. A long time ago, the Gardens were huge and imposing, filled with an expansive hedge maze for aristocrats to play around in. After the War with Toffee, the Gardens became much smaller, the young Queen Moon seeing them as ‘an unnecessary accessory’.

Star sat down in a pile of leaves, scrunching about in a most unladylike fashion. Marco remained standing, awkwardly picking his thumbs.

The Princess finally broke the silence that had been following them around like a nasty storm, “Sorry about what Janna said… I know you don’t feel the same way I do - I mean, ugh….. It must have been… Hard?” The Princess fidgeted with her dress. “Ugh. What am I saying?”

Marco coughed, ”Oh! Yeah….”

She sighed, her palm stroking her heart. She gulped, a headache pulsing through her body. Everything was spinning…..

“Star? You okay?” Marco shook Star’s shoulders, leaning in to see her face.

Suddenly, Star whisked around tackled Marco, wincing at her disordered mind. “Ugh… Star, what was that for?’

“Er….. Um, I don’t know? I don’t feel so good…. Can you help me?”, Star said the last question with a whimsical tone, her voice growing in emotion.

“Sure….?” Marco stared at her, his mind buzzing with questions. All were silenced as Star’s face slowly curved into a smile for the first time in the day. Unfortunately, the full front of smile was on Marco, who was starting to get nervous, ”Uh…. Star, are you okay?”

"I dunno, Marco." Star sighed.

Marco took a grip on the vulnerable looking princess's hand. He pulled upwards, trying to get Star back on her feet. A harsh thug is heard as the two teens trip over themselves. Star laid over the Latino's chest, and Marco over the gushing green grass. They were close, couple inches away. They could feel each other's breath. Both were burning red and avoided eye contact, one with a frown and the other with a dopey smile.

"C-can you, uhm... get off of – on top of me?" He mumbled under his breath. Although the boy's words could barely be considered a whisper, their proximity made sure that Star could hear every awkward mumble.

She catches his eyes. A sinister looking smirk stretched across her face.

"I don't know, can I?" An uncharacteristically sarcastic tone rang through Marco's ears.

"Come on Star, not now!"

"I-I, er, S-Star, I-I don't w-want to- p-please not now..." He whispered, yet Star ignored his plea.

Star pulled herself closer. Fear ran down Marco's spine.

"STAR!" The yell scared off the enthusiastic girl.

Marco lifted himself up from the rough terrain, brushing off dirt and grass from his back. He made his way back to a small hill of leaves and sat down.

Star stares at Marco. He was still blushing, he seemed to have wanted to be alone but Star didn't seem to get that.

After a couple of seconds of staring, she made her way next to him.

Star crouched pretty close next to Marco. Both teens shared a silence. Marco peeked out of his shell of shame towards Star who was chuckling to herself.

"I'm sorry Marco." The chuckle slowly turned into a small burst of laughter, "I guess, I always run from my problems, decided that I would chase it for once."

"I-It's- it's okay, just uhmm, just don't do that again, y'know me and uhmm, you know..." The boy continued, his statements turning the princess's laugh, into a frown.

"Jackie! I know you and Jackie are... together." She stared at Marco who was still awkwardly rambling to himself.

She groaned, frustration blinding her judgment.

"I-I mean, I shouldn't... I know I shouldn't." Her frowns turned into blinding anger and frustration.

Star grabbed Marco's hoodie by the neck. The boy was yanked towards Star, silencing his mumbles in an instant.  The millions of questions and thoughts that he'd been hiding since that day with the tapestries came flooding back.

"Star, what are you doing!  Why are you doing this to me! WHY STAR!" A brush of anger painted over Marco, as he flung over to the princess. "I'm happy, DAMMIT! I-I don't need this!" Marco's thoughts turned into unintelligible ramblings. "Estoy feliz, estoy feliz, I'm happy... I'M HAPPY! I have Jackie, Star, she knows that, she does."

A cold feeling sank his heart. He snapped his eyes open. In front of him, he could see the silhouette of his best friend's face pressed against his. They were centimeters away, their lips a nudge away from a kiss, they're cold breaths bouncing off each other,[PH3]  locked in a dance of icy cold regret and burning passion. Marco couldn't help but feel enthralled. The passion he felt emitted his body like the shining sun, and Star couldn't help but notice. He pushed the passion of the proximity aside, leaving nothing but regret to fill the interaction. Star didn't seem to mind, she didn't think her friend was going to stay this long, although he was most likely paralyzed in shock. Star gripped harder at the boy's collar, letting the primal instinct of the event take over her train of thought.

Marco snapped back from his state of shock. He pats his chest in an attempt to find the rebellious hand tugging at his collar. After a second of the teens being paralyzed in place, Marco finds Star's hand, the once strong grip fizzled out at the boy's touch, letting Marco push it away.

Marco places both of his arms to Star's shoulders. His arm tenses up, a gulp passes through his throat as he opens his eyes to look at Star's face.

The contact filled Star's mind with hope, hope that it could happen. She didn't ignore the breath of passion that left her best friends mouth earlier. Her cheek marks glowed a dark red color, her heart beat at what seemed like a thousand beats per seconds as the boy closes his eyes once more.

Their proximity is made larger by a violent shove.

Star fell towards the collection of leaves they were under. After a second of silence. Star gazed over at Marco. His arms extended forward, his face one of guilt.

Both teens stared intently at each other. Marco had sweat running down his face, and a look of pure disdain at Star. He was yelling at her, he knew that much, but the exact words were leaving his memory quickly.

He was still in shock, surprised that the interaction even happened. He knew, that Star knew that what she did wasn't right, but he also knew that it wasn't his heart that pushed her away. A rush of confusing emotions clouded his mind. The stare between the two had lasted a few seconds at this point. He stood up from the cushion of leaves, put his hoodie over his head, and briskly ran off.

He thought he could hear some faint yelling coming from Star, but he wasn't in a state to talk to her. "She should know this... why would she do something so stupid!"

A couple hours later

After spending all day trying to avoid Star, Marco made his way to his room. By now, the sun was about to fall over the zenith. Noon was just over, but Marco already felt tired enough to sleep.

9:00 PM

Star pranced onto her bed, growing to herself about how much of an idiot she was. Unfortunately, all she could think about now was her growing headaches.

She stared up at the ceiling of her room, and then to her window. It was almost night time.

"Welp." She muttered, pulling her pillow on her head. "I guess I'll apologize tomorrow."

Her headache began to grow, and with it a strange fever. Everything was going dark...

Her eyes shot up, bursting with black light, deformed into hearts. Huge, blackened wings sprouted from her backside, extra limbs growing in toe. It was complete.

She was going to get that kiss.

Midnight

Marco Diaz thrashed around in his bed, sleepless, his mind still contemplating Star. After a few minutes of self-recollection, he finally decided he would apologize. "I don't deserve a friend like Star..." He mumbled as he got out of bed.

As soon as he made his way to Star's room, he could see that something was off. A bright purple serenade cascaded from her door, and familiar vines sprouted from the gaps. Marco opened the door cautiously.

"S-Star? Are you okay in-"

Marco flinched in recoil. Before him was a very familiar beast. In a way, it was strangely beautiful, with purple hair splayed all over, and bright violet hearts for eyes. She stared at him with what one could only describe as..... Longing?

Marco spoke cautiously. "Star.... You're, you're not going to do this, right?"

In response, he got a web flung onto his face, all black and goopy. At that moment, both Star and Marco ran out the door, although for obviously different reasons.

The boy scurried frantically around the floor, knocking over small tables in his panic. It was midnight, the moon shone furiously outside, the stars gleaming bright. But the boy saw none of this. He was focused on one thing and one thing only. To run.

His feet scampered across the floor, left after right. Sweat flicked down his neck as he attempted to escape the terror that was prowling. Searching. Hunting.

He stopped. A dead end it seemed, a tapestry (thankfully a normal, non royal one) covered the wall. A sinister voice could be heard, creeping up on him from behind, threatening to swallow him up.

"Maaaarcoooo, where aaaare youuuu? I just want to playyyyy!"

Marco’s face paled. How had everything gone so wrong?

Marco sees an opening to escapes to his right, and takes swift advantage of it.

The boy slammed opens two large doors, hitting two non-attendant guards. "Everyone run, crazy bug princess on the loose!" He yelled, sliding down the hallways. No one seemed to hear him. The flying princess crashed into several objects in an attempt to stable her flight. As he kept running through the never-ending hallways, he was pulled into a room by Janna. Star flew past them.

"What's going on?" Janna asked in a curious tone.

"Well, IwaswithStarandthenshedidn'tfeelwellandso-" He rambled

"Calm down Diaz!" She slapped him back to reality.

"Right...right..." He calmed his agitated rambling. "You know when Star wrecked the whole school?"

Janna nodded.

"Well, it's happening again." He pointed down a hallway leading to the kitchen, where Star was seen flying through, causing havoc to the many chefs.

Janna looked over, "Oh..." Janna stared at her flying friend, "… Well, how did you stop it last time?"

"I just waited it out."

"Okay then, I guess we'll just wait it out."

"I'd rather not hole up in the castle while Star's just rampaging about!" Marco said frustrated. "Why is she still looking for me?! Last time she would take what she could get!" He snapped back, kind of regretting how his statement made his best friend look.

Janna looked over at Marco, eyebrow raised, "Do you really want me to answer that?"

Janna once more looked over at the door, Star hadn't found them yet, she was still lost in the maze that was the castle's hallways. It seemed like the time on Earth did a number on her memory. Janna looked back at Marco who was now curled up in a corner.

"No, I don't." He whispered to himself.

Janna had an all too familiar smirk plastered on her face. She dropped to the floor about a foot in front of Marco.

"Why don't we use this time for some therapy?" She suggested.

"Therapy?" The Hispanic boy looked up with confusion.

"Yeah therapy! Y'know, you therapy, I therapy, we all therapy." Janna responded in a cocky tone. Marco, now even more confused, went to ask her again but was cut off.

"Okay, let's get started." She began, "First question, how does this make you feel?"

Marco looked out at the hallway, making sure that the flying bug goddess wasn't going to swoop him up. He looked back at Janna, "Umm, well, scared for my life, I guess, what are you trying to do with this?"

"Eh. Eh. Eh. I'm the one asking the questions here." She chuckled to herself.

Marco let out an annoyed sigh.

"Okay then, what did you and Star do throughout the day?" Janna responded.

"Uhm, well after the stunt you pulled at breakfast, we-we went outside, and, uhmm, talked, pretty uneventful really." He nervously stuttered.

"Mm-hm." She sarcastically hummed. "Well, that's not what I saw."

"What do you mean, "you saw"!?" He yelled in a scared tone.

She laughed to herself, "What did I say about questions?". She continued to chuckle at the distraught Marco.

"Well, well, well, this has taken an interesting turn of events, this therapy session." She teased in her signature cocky nature.

Marco stared intently. "What I saw, was a bit more, how do I say this, intimate." She gazed up at Marco. "Maybe these picture will remind you." She reached for her pocket, bursts of strangely cold laughter interrupting the moment. The light of the screen hit Marco hard. It showed a distant photo of what looked like Star and Marco kissing, Marco's arms resting on her shoulder.

"WHAT THE...!?" A nervous chill went down his spine. "It-it's not what it looks like!"

She chuckled to herself, "That's the beauty of it, it doesn't have to be what it seems, cause what it looks like is what matters." The girl's words pierced his ears fiercely, she was right, it didn't matter what actually happened.

"Now, you explain to me what's happening in this here photo, or you'll have to explain it to your dear girlfriend." She made a threatening motion over the phone, threatening to push the button.

"Fine, fine! Just drop the phone, okay?" He yelled back involuntarily.

Janna, an evil smirk still stretched along her face, lifted up her arms, letting the phone drop onto the floor.

Marco sighed in relief, resting his hands on the wall.

"Me and, well, me and Star didn't- we didn't kiss, okay..." Janna nodded in anticipation, "We, okay so Star grabbed me by the collar and pulled me in, and well, I mean, I guess she probably wanted to kiss me." He tried as hard as he could to not make eye contact.

"Maybe?! You two were so close that it looked like you WERE kissing!" She nagged at the embarrassed Marco.

"I get it Janna! Point is that I didn't kiss her, I was pushing her away!" He snapped back

The ruckus Star was making outside filled the room as Marco kept silent as Janna chuckled to herself.

"Ugh... Janna, should I... should I still tell Jackie what happened? That's what a good boyfriend would do, right?"

Janna glared at him with surprisingly hostile eyes, "Sure. Do whatever you want, not that I would be any help."

Before Marco could question her, he heard a booming sound erupt into the room. The wall Marco rested on combusted as both of the human teens were knocked away.

Star had found them, or him to be more exact.

At the same time, another pair of yells could be heard.

“MARCO! JANNA!”

It was the Queen!

“Are we having a party I didn’t know about?”

And River.

Star smiled at Marco with a carnivorous malice. But before she could do anything, Queen Moon jumped into the scene. She pushed Star back with one magic blast, and rushed to evacuate the frightened teens.

“Marco!” The Queen shouted, locking themselves into the Med Bay. “What. Is. Happening? The Servants ran into my bedroom and told me that you told everyone that Star’s going through Mewberty again.”

Marco looked on in fear, ”Uh… I don’t know! It just sort of happened!”

Moon sighed, tapping her feet to the ground, ”Well….. We’ll have to restrain her before we can do anything. Guards!”

A multitude of soldiers flooded the halls, attempting to surround Star. But a dark purple light began to emanate from the Princess. A giant explosion destroyed the desolate room.

Star floated around the rubble in an attempt to find Marco; after a couple minutes of looking she gave up and moved on to another room. After Star was surely gone, the King, Queen, and the two teens reappeared. Moon, who had her arms extended to the sides, collapsed in a fit of panting and sweat. River kneeled down next to her and patted her on the back, “Nice obscuring spell, dear.” Moon quickly nodded in response.

After a couple of seconds of composing herself, Moon stood back up.

“Okay, so Mewberty relapses are normally a symptom of a disease, it’s too early to say which, but it isn’t too late to cure it.” The Queen groaned, “Ugh! The remedy! I don’t know the ingredients! It said it in the book… the now destroyed book… It involved corn……...and some……..maybe some of…….no that’s not right….”

She continued to mumble to herself, getting more agitated by the second. After a few moments, River stepped up next to her, “Calm down now, dear, here maybe this piece of corn will ease your sorrow.” River pulled out a corncob that he seemed to be saving in his pocket.

“Uhmm, thank you River…” Moon seemed calmer, or at least less stressed.

Janna walked over to the Queen and tapped her on the shoulder.

“Hmm, oh, Janna, what is it?” Moon asked in a relatively gentle tone.

An all too familiar grin welcomed the queen. “Just thought that this might be a valuable asset to fixing this situation.”

Marco saw from where he was standing. Janna was handing Moon the cellphone she had dropped earlier. “She salvaged that from the rubble? She must really love that phone...” He thought. The rubble of the scenery stabbed at his feet. “Oh, I wonder what she’s showing them…” After a second or two, the thought popped to his head, Moon looked over at the earthling visitor with spiteful eyes. “OH NO!”

Marco cowered in his feet as the Queen of Mewni walked over to him with an aggressive clutch on Janna’s phone. Janna stifled a grin as Moon stretched her arm forward, giving Marco a suspicious face.

“Care to explain this to me?” The Queen’s voice was surprisingly calm. But it was the kind of calm that occurred before a storm. Marco was trying his best to keep his composure.

“It’s not what it looks like.” He emulated a calm expression although he couldn’t be more embarrassed or scared.

“Really? Well then explain to me, how does it look like?” Moon responded unexpectedly furious.

“We were, uhm, talking.” He tried to smile, but it came out crooked.

“Do you take me for a fool?!” Moon’s calmness was gone.

Marco originally wanted to respond, but he decided to remain silent; no imaginable answer could possibly ease the situation. He was standing against an enraged mother which thought her daughter needs protecting. And there is no greater force in the whole universe which could stand against that and survive.

Two voices argued inside his head. One spoke from the heart, the other from the mind, but damned was Marco if he could tell them apart.

‘That kiss, I wish it would have never happened!’ One began, its voice echoing around his head the loudest.

‘No you don’t…’ a voice answered back. ‘Don’t lie to yourself, you felt it and she knows you felt it…” Marco tried the hardest to shake off these irrational words out of his head to no avail. ‘That proximity, it made you feel something, you saw it didn’t you, how you saw her, as more…’

‘STOP!’ An angry voice answered back. ‘None of this would have happened if this -if she hadn’t been so STUPID!’

‘WHAT DOES SHE EVEN SEE IN ME!’

Both voices fizzled out as Marco focused once more on the situation on hand.

The room stayed silent.

Seeing Marco’s struggle to answer, Moon let out a heavy sigh. “Well, it’s not like something inappropriate has happened, right Marco?” She started walking off but momentarily looked back at Marco.

He quickly nodded with his head as a sign of agreement.

She scanned back at the part of the castle still intact. Expertly, she spotted the flying Star, still looking for her earthling prey. “So it’s obvious that this relapse isn’t part of a disease, but instead some kind of emotional stress…”

Everyone in the room impaled him with a suspicious stare. Except for Janna; she was having a blast.

“What? I pushed her away! I didn’t want- It was sudden- I didn’t mean-” The boy kept stuttering one sentence after another.

“Calm down boy.” River patted Marco on his shoulder. “I understand you: You were living together for almost a year, fought monsters, had adventures… So you grew closer. I mean, if it was me and Moon, I know I would,” he smiled.

“River!” Moon facepalmed.

“But we will talk about this later, my boy.”

Marco was so nervous he wasn’t able to respond with anything.

“So we need to think of a plan.” Moon continued. ”Perhaps…. There is a way to help Star. If you go to her and…. Well, ‘Give her what she wants’, we might be able to get her back to normal.”

Marco froze, words about to come out of his mouth. ”Me? Wha-Why, I mean, I know why… but you guys know, I-I can’t.”

“Look Marco.” The Queen was visibly annoyed, ”We don’t have many options here.”

"B-But..." Marco was stalling, she knew that he didn’t have any other choice...

"She won't stop otherwise, Marco. That is not the Star we know, it’s just... basic impulses. You can't reason with it, you can't talk to it."

"B-But that would..."

…and he didn’t mind.

"Indeed, it would." It was apparent that Moon wasn't exactly thrilled about this idea either.

“Well at the very least, be honest with her, for once!” Janna snapped, her feet stamping on the floor.

“Uh oh,” River grumbled, realizing what was happening. “Marco has to kiiiiiss her, ho ho ho, didn’t get that at first.

Moon let out a short sigh. “We don’t have a choice, Marco.”

Marco stared at the floor, “I know…”

“God dammit… what am I doing, am I really doing this…”

A pale blue barrier was showing around them, being warped and twisted by magic.

“My obscuring spell….” Moon mused, ”It shouldn’t be visible…. Unless….”

There she was - Marco’s eyes darted to the right, where Star was pounding on the barrier, viciously trying to tear it apart.

“Star!” Marco cried, pointing at her shape. ”There, she’s there!”

As Moon started to freak out and repaired her barrier, Marco started contemplating what Janna had said. “Be honest with her”. Really?! It had been Star who hadn’t been honest with him, not the other way around. Until apparently very recently, he had been very clear with his emotions.

“I love Jackie.”

“End of picture.”

Except…. Now he couldn’t. If he wanted to help Star, at least.

But he couldn’t shake the feeling, the feeling of excitement at the idea of what was going to happen…

Star retreated back to think up some kind of plan to get inside. The thought process was quickly proven to be for naught.

Marco stepped calmly outside the barrier and stood in the crumbled hallway. Instantly, Star flung her head to his direction, looking pleased, and also somewhat confused. Star raced towards him.

As she raced through the clustered halls, Marco’s arms sprung open, leading Star into a trap she was okay with being trapped in. Marco smothered her in his arms. She was startled, but also grinning, pulling Marco closer into the embrace.

“You know Star, you probably won’t remember this…you might think this is all a dream... which is a bit cruel…” Marco looked down at the pleased princess. “... And I can’t assure my safety if this doesn’t work or that we can stay friends… God I hope you don’t remember any of this…” he chuckled to himself. “...  So much for being the safe kid, right Star?”

Star shuffled her way to a standing position, making sure to not break off from the embrace. “Maaaarcooooooo…” she whispered.

“Yes Star?” Marco calmly responded. He had accepted his fate, a fate that he couldn’t say with one hundred percent confidence he disliked. Star wrapped her many arms around the boy, and encased him in many heart pellets.

“Maaaaarcoooooo…” A rebellious hand of hers tucked on Marco’s collar.

Marco was lurked forward. Now with his head placed slightly below Star’s, he mumbled in a playful, even teasing tone. “That’s what I thought…”

Marco couldn’t move his arms or legs, he was a toy for Star to play with. Marco still trusted his friend, trusted her enough to not end up killing him at least. He couldn’t deny the strength difference between them as Star lifted his neck back to eye level in what felt like an instance.

“Jesus Christ… Why did I agree to this…”

Star pulled herself towards him, she stopped centimeters away from his lips. She scanned Marco’s face. He looked right into Star’s eyes in a semi annoyed manner, but he couldn’t help but be bright red.

Marco let out a relatively desolate sigh, his hot breath showering Star’s face.

“I find it worrying that this isn’t an unusual sight…” Marco complained.

It seemed like he was going to continue his sentiments, but was cut short by a swift push from Star. Their lips touched.

Marco first looked in shock, eyes wide open staring at the bug princess in distress and disgust. But after a second or two an air of comfort set in. He cautiously closed his eyes waiting for the moment to pass.

His heart kept beating faster and faster. A familiar feeling of dread and uncertainty fell over the boy. It was painful being this close to her, it was painful not finding the will to push her away or retreat, of not finding it hard to enjoy. Star pulled Marco closer. Marco’s heart beat the hardest it ever had… and that was scary. He’d never been this vulnerable even when he was with his girlfriend, but he couldn’t think of her in this moment.

“Oh god, look what I’ve done...” Marco thought to himself. “How could I let this happen?”

“Don’t pretend like you didn’t want this to happen Diaz!” A voice yelled inside his head.

“Wh-what? No! I’m doing this to help Star!” Another responded.

“Really now? Is that the same reason you abandoned your girlfriend to stay with Star!?”

“Jackie? I didn’t abandon Jackie!... I just- I, uhm, I just…”

“Keep telling yourself that…”

Star’s cheek marks glowed as bright as the sun.

After a sudden gasp from Star, Marco could feel a convulsion from her. She crumbled to the floor, her body shuddering with a blinding golden light. At last, her true Butterfly Form could be seen, the same Marco had gazed upon before.

The goddess looking creature refused to let go of the boy until she left, and leave she did.

As her extra limbs finally retreated back, she fell down, a crumpled rag doll on the ceramic of the castle. Marco went swiftly to check on her, but Moon got to her first.

“She’s fine.” The Queen clarified. ”Just sleeping.”

“Let’s hope this won’t happen again. With the Silver Bell Ball around the corner we can’t afford another incident. Marco, whatever that you have between you two, resolve it.” Moon sighed, kicking a loose pebble. “Solaria, this Silver Bell Ball is going to be the death of me.” Janna glanced over at Marco, and so did Moon, oddly. Marco stood flustered, his body trembling. After a couple of seconds of standing in place, thinking, he put one foot over the other. He slowly walked past Moon and Janna.

“I-I’m… uhm, I’m sorry, I-I… am… going...to...my...room.” Marco stuttered as he walked away from what he saw as a crime scene.

As he slowly stepped away from sight Janna yelled over, “Hey! Come and help me clean this mess! Diaz? DIAZ!” Moon placed her hand over the girl’s shoulder.

“Let him be Janna, he’s been through enough,” Moon walked towards River who had a hold of the collapsed Star. “Star will help you when she wakes up.”

“Everyone! Continue on your Silver Bell Ball preparations! Any collateral damage will be dealt with and is not something that needs to be made known to the public!” Moon ordered the royal servants as they scattered like ants in a disrupted ant hill.

“The Silver Bell Ball… ugh…” Marco laid over his bed, distraught. “I'm sure no one will mention what happened today to Star…” Marco spiked up from his bed to the sight of his darkened room.

“I might as well start picking out the suit…”

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[therealjannahill]

Never out of Season (Throw Back Thursday)

Dissing or Discussing Poetry First published Feb 1, 2018 JANNA HILL We are still months away from NPM and poetry discussions are abuzz. I love it! I’m not even upset that one “genre” is dissing the other – I am just happy poetry is being discussed. I clicked on a link/interview that was shared with a member of the Horror Writer’s Association and then BOOM I was knee deep in reading, searching…

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So yesterday was Thursday. #SMDH

I can’t believe it. I. Can. Not. Believe. It. #LMBO Yesterday’s post , Freaky Friday was not “unintentionally released early”, although that is sometimes the case when you are preplanning. Nah. Nope. I don’t prepare or plan ahead much anymore. The truth is I’m just losing my damn mind. I really thought yesterday was Friday. And you know what? No one called me out on it. Not even my (few but…

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[nova-friends]

@squad+parents: have you met father time? how was the experience?

Nova; uncle time? yeah we know him! we usually visit him once a year so he can take a break off that giant wheel hamster powered...umm job he has. 

Connor: Oh i know him he’s cool.

Jack, Missy, Viktor, Jackie: Who?

Janna ooooh yeah, i need to ask him for a favor

Tom: honey you can’t ask him to freeze time

Janna; But i want my sleeeeeeeep! come on, it’s not like anyone’s going to know. 

Tom:...*opens his mouth before realizing something* Wait, did you do this before?

Janna:....no....*runs off* 

Marco: sigh, leave it to Janna to do something so irresponsible.

Star: *starts biting her lip.

Marco;...star?

Star: ! Hi! hello honey, cutie, my love,  my wonderful understanding handsome husband

Marco: STAR!

Star: I didn’t do anything!

Marco *raises an eyebrow*

Star; Oh right, you’re Marco.....*runs after Janna* RUN JANNA RUN! 

Janna: I AM! *they go over a hill, Janna is riding on Star’s back as Star takes flight*

Marco: *whistles.*

Tom: *comes over, two skeletal wings dig out of his back, Marco climbs on his back and they chase after their wives.