#and then i feel useless x.x

[freebirdyance]

TW: mentions of human trafficking, mentions of sex trafficking, mentions of kidnapping children, child abuse, homophobic language, blood, gore, murder (patricide and matricide)

2,233 words x.x

“Boy! Get in here now!”

Whenever Anthony called him into the kitchen, it was never good news.

It meant that his father had something that needed to be done, and Yancy knows well enough by now that it wasn’t to mow the lawn or take out the trash. No, this would involve the family business and a particular task that the old fuck decided to torture his son with this week. Another reason why it was always the kitchen, he soon found out; refusal meant that any number of knives and meat cleavers could be used against him like a fucking thanksgiving turkey.

Yancy strides in, steel in his spine, and barely concealed hatred in his eyes. Showing anything else could make Anthony snap like an old rubber band. He grins sadistically from where he sits at the kitchen table. His mother stands at his side, and she could have been beautiful if she didn’t have the same dead look in her eyes as her husband.

“Sit.” Anthony points at the other end of the table like he’s commanding a dog. Yancy complies, if only it means that he can be given the job and get away from them as soon as possible. “Big changes are comin’ for our operations, boy. And since you haven’t been completely useless lately, I’m givin’ you an opportunity to prove yourself.”

Lucky me. It takes Herculean effort to keep the words to himself, and Yancy only nods in response. But it doesn’t stop goosebumps from breaking out over his body, dread sinking to the deepest pits of his stomach. Something’s off. He’s seen many sides of his father, all of them dark and sadistic. Right now, he’s… giddy. Manic. Somehow, it’s more terrifying.

“Tomorrow night, you and a group of guys are goin’ to the fair that’s comin’ to the next town over.”

Yancy blinks, dumbfounded. Of all the jobs he’s done, he’s never been ordered to attend a fair. What, are they going to fucking rob it? Wouldn’t it be crowded? “This yer way of givin’ me a night off or somethin’?” It’s out before he can stop it, and he manages not to flinch.

Anthony’s fist flexes so tightly that Yancy wouldn’t be surprised if the gaudy gold rings snapped in half and flew across the room. “You’re lucky I’m in such a good fuckin’ mood, Junior. I’ll tell you what you’re goin’ there for…”

What his father proceeds to tell him only proves just how much of a monster he truly is.

“You’re gonna use that pretty face and smart mouth of yours to charm some lovely little flowers into coming with you and the others.” He pauses, grinning when he sees that Yancy still doesn’t get it. “Or, get them outta sight and use force if you have to. You’ll be given parameters to follow for looks and whatnot because certain things will be worth more money when we sell them to the highest bidder.”

When… what?

All the air leaves Yancy’s lungs like he’s been holding it in for hours. The look of utter horror on his face must please the older man greatly if his sickening chuckle is anything to go by. He could handle breaking and entering, he could handle fighting and fuck he’s even killed a few people at this point, but this? Sweat beads along his hairline and he can feel what he had for dinner threatening to make a reappearance.

Selling people. The demon sitting across from him wants to start fucking selling people. Innocent people. The microscopic solace he could ever hide in is that most of the people he’s hurt we’re just as bad as he is.

“I don’t…” Yancy’s voice is cracked, no moisture remaining in his mouth as he swallows hard and tries again. “You want me to kidnap innocent women so we can sell them off.” It's less of a question and more of a reaffirming statement about the nightmare he’s found himself in.

“Yeah. Well, women, to start with… I hear kids are even more valuable.” He glosses over that addition quickly while Yancy has to try not to gag. “And hey, that sissy actin’ shit of yours from high school will come in handy, too. You may just be more useful to me after all.” Wouldn’t be dear old dad if he couldn’t get in some kind of jab about his extracurriculars. Now that Yancy is barely nineteen, the old fuck is ecstatic that those distractions are no more.

Everything tunnels into this one moment. His stomach drops like he’s on the edge of a precipice and desperately trying to decide if he’s going to fall into the murky depths, or to his hands and knees so he can claw his way to some kind of less fucked reality. He’s done everything they’ve asked of him up to this point, even if he felt a bit of his soul die each time until all that was left resembled a wisp of smoke after a candle was blown out.

He wouldn’t let them take it from him.

“No.” He answers firmly as he stares directly into the black void of Anthony’s eyes. The look on Yancy’s face must give him pause because he sees the flash of genuine concern before it's snuffed out by rage. It pleases him.

“What the fuck did you just say?”

“I. Said. No.” Yancy forces out again, his own anger and fear mixing into something that has his entire body trembling.

For a split second, everything slows down before quickly being kicked into hyperspeed, and the table between them is suddenly being tossed to the side like it’s made out of cardboard. Yancy barely has time to get to his feet before he can feel the calloused hands of his father wrap around his neck and squeeze. Fat fuck was always faster than he looks.

“Don’t hit him in the face, Tony!” His mother calls out shrilly. Ice invades his heart when he immediately knows she isn’t concerned with his safety, but the worry that any bruises or cuts on his ‘pretty face’ would make luring innocent victims more difficult.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Anthony spits through clenched teeth as his grip tightens. “I’ve had just about enough of your fucking bullshit, Junior. Just when it looked like you were gonna actually fall in line… maybe I should sell you to a new master, huh? You’d probably fucking love that.”

Yancy gasps for air as he claws at Anthony’s arms. Past experience tells him that fighting back only resulted in the beatings being worse, to the point where he would have to spend days in his room to recuperate. The only advantage this monster has is expecting him to yield to avoid that punishment.

Not this fucking time.

Something snaps inside of him, the last frayed end of his rope finally giving out completely, and with all the might he can muster, Yancy raises his boot and aims a kick directly to his assailant's knee. Roaring with pain and anger, he releases his neck and drops to the floor on his other knee, only for Yancy to kick him square in the chest to knock him down.

His heart is pounding, ribs straining to stop it from bursting out of his chest and onto the ugly linoleum floor, and he grabs the first thing he sees. A butcher's knife sticks out of the knife block. Backing away, eyes crazed like a cornered animal as he looks between them and holds the knife out in front of him.

His mother has sprung into action, her focus being on her husband writhing in agony on the ground. Yancy has reached his full height by now, and he’s in better shape than the older man by a long shot. He’s never fought back with full force until this very moment, whatever restraint he possessed before being torn away. Yancy would be grinning like a maniac if he wasn’t trying to focus past the blood rushing between his ears.

Years of abuse and ridicule fuel him, unlocking the cage to the beast that resides deep inside of him. It’s been beaten and prodded through the bars long enough, and now it wants blood. The hand holding the knife is shaking, but not from fear. Not anymore. “Fuckin’ monsters… you think I would help you start somethin’ like that?! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” Even though there is a lack of fear, his voice still trembles as he mourns what he never had.

A childhood… a normal childhood with parents that loved him. Something they would so easily rob from others just for a fucking payday.

The answer he’s met with is laughter. Deep and hollow, echoing straight from the pits of hell itself. And his father just stares at him. “Who says it hasn’t already started?” He responds coldly.

It feels like the floor drops out from under him, but somehow, he manages to keep his footing. That sentence reverberates inside of his skull, and an icy chill cascades down his body. He wasn’t the only beast in the room, and the realization of what he has to do hits him like a freight train. It would never stop. He could escape from them and live on the run, using everything he’s learned to try and piece together a life outside of them.

But then what? They keep hurting people who don’t deserve it. They get worse. He could pray to whatever exists that their enemies would stack against them and kill them off.

Yancy wasn’t good; his family made sure of that. But a deep part of him thrived in the violence, and whether that's because his parents beat that into him or he was cursed from the moment he was born, it didn’t matter. He has his own set of fucked morals, and with the next several decisions he makes… he would have to come to terms with that.

This time, when he stares at Anthony Berlusconi Sr., the concern doesn’t melt away in an instant. Because he’s staring into another set of dead eyes that only show him his doom.

Yancy’s legs slowly carry him forward, and it feels like he isn’t even in control of them. Like the Devil himself has a grip on his shoulders, guiding him to the greatest purpose he can have. And before the monster he’s set to vanquish can utter another word, his arm is slashing out and slicing his throat open. The blood that splatters on his arms is lava against skin gone cold, but it only fuels him as Anthony clutches at his own neck.

His mother screams. She may even beg, but the roaring in his head blocks it out as he repeats the motion once more, crimson splattering against the cabinets. He should feel something, shouldn’t he? It’s like a dream, hazy around the edges and tunneled onto their panicked bodies. Watching his parents bleed out on the floor, desperately searching their expressions in their last moment for something he’s not even sure of.

Then… he knows why he doesn’t feel a damn thing. There’s no remorse for what they’ve done to him, the pain and agony they’ve caused him and others. No regret for what they chose to do with their lives. Only shock and anger that this is how they are going out flickers in their eyes. All at the hands of a son they never wanted for anything other than carrying on their brutal legacy.

By the time his vision comes back to him from the murky darkness, the bodies have been cleaved and cut until they are unrecognizable, and his throat feels like he ate sandpaper. Raw from screaming. He can’t… be here anymore. He has to move, fucking move, Yance. He searches Anthony’s body for his cell phone, surprised that it managed not to get split into pieces. Fingers slide against the device, too wet with blood to type anything.

He has to leave. Now.

He takes the cleaver and phone and leaves everything else behind. This was the house he grew up in, but it wasn't the only place that belonged to the family.

Personal belongings didn't matter to him now; everything inside is tainted just as surely as the kitchen is coated in the blood of his parents. What better way to cleanse it than with fire?

He finds a canister of gasoline in the garage and douses everything he sees as he enters the house for the last time, paying special attention to the kitchen. When he gets to the car, he's lighting a cigarette and doesn't even hesitate to toss the match onto the accelerant on the cement floor.

And as he speeds off in his car and watches the flames begin to grow in his rear view mirror, he stares at the man looking back at him. No more mourning what he never had, no more living in fear. His path would be forged in blood and fealty. If he couldn't vanquish the entirety of the evil, then it would bend to his fucking will.

Staring up at the massive building that is the main base of their operations, he knows the night is just beginning.

END PART ONE

#wanna be free (lore) #pinstripes and butterfly knives (mob boss yancy)

[coralsgrimes]

“Also I don't understand the point of getting himself more followers? Is this just to have excuses for more nursery rhymes? It helps nothing to get his name out there or for engagement like...? Is this just another one of them thingies that he thinks makes him look cool?”

The shortest answer is vanity, something our lil lion boy has in excess. Unless he decides to go the influencer route, more followers on Instagram are not gonna get him more job opportunities. In fact, I feel like some of the most successful actors and actresses don’t even have socials, because it’s useless for their careers and can have a negative impact on their psyche since even when you’re well liked and a good person someone will always find a way to shit on you.

Honestly, it’s hard to say what Ben’s plans are long term. Aside from his upcoming two singing gigs, the premiere of his soon-to-be cancelled show, and a convention in May, he has no other projects lined up, that I know of. I understand (to a degree) wanting to take only main roles, but I feel like that’s only possible if you’re already an established good actor or you’re a nepo baby, neither of whom he is.

The most pressing issue I see is his constant association with bad people. Like I can kinda understand falling for the wrong person, but actively seeking out/hanging out with people who are known Scientologists and predators and abusers? At what point does it stop being simple coincidences? There’s a saying in my country that goes: “show me your friends and I’ll tell you who you are”. If we apply this to Benny, it does not bode well for him lol 😬

This is so deliciously long 🧚🏻‍♀️ imma not the only one writing paragraphs on paragraphs anymore bless

So lemme agree with ye! I mean that's the word I've been missing, vanity. Boy's only sure thing is that he vain. Now I have that stupid song in me head but worth it x.x true that socials give him no leverage cuz he ain't no fucking model. Tho he an actor who uses fangirls praises instead of moisturizer. And also let us not forget that he is the one who manages his socials and he's soooooo embarrassingly bad at it xd he a show pony lol if he not engaging them fans into that parasocial protect me imma just a babe circus, who gonna be interested in him otherwise?

I'd say his plans long term do not exist. He done that Ian McKellen film last summer, so that's gotta premiere sometimes in the future. He deff only a supporting part in that one. Other than thaaaat... Yep everyone is busy and booked and our boy is...... partially on unemployment and partially the first name on call sheet for the new skyrizi ad x.x his weird need for a franchise, big studio shite and main parts is like so far from reality? Cuz ye sure he got the Narnia part just outta nowhere but it a) took him nowhere and he failed to capitalise what bits it gave him, b) it's not working like this anymore, and c) he is very bland, has no brand, is getting older AND there is like at least 10 guys who look just like him and there's nothing about him that singles him out out of them. Like he really thinks he can do more, or he deserves more, but in reality he has no star power or even some unexpected hidden acting talents. He lost his chance a while back now, and what we witnessing now is boy lying to himself like. Tell me one instance where he could be actually considered for a role but skip fancasts based on two gifs from 2009 and his pretty face... Impossible right?

The music is just???? Ye I get the oooo it was me dream but like, ye see it not working out right? Ye see yerself failing? He basically buying himself that dream of his which is both sad and shows how privileged he is lol good for him for doing his dream job (his dream before was acting tho hmmmm) but like it only brings him down when it comes to the career that he still might do something about, see a hallmark film!! Also it's a very bad look on him lol it smells of jobless man who was told YES his whole life. His music is like that Beckham kid cooking lol

One thingy is obvious lol he acts like he set for life and then is in an ad, not an celeb endorsement, a fucking no name guy in a broadband ad.

Ye know, the last part. I always get shit in me inbox when I mention anything of this sort. But like ye absolutely right. We have similar sayings in me part of the world too and that's cuz this shite is universally true.

Imma not saying that he himself is a shitstain of their tier, but he does associate with very very bad people. And he continuously does so. Fairy queen and miss Lima, just to begin with. He friendsies with them, they do shite and are around shite people, they apologize. And then he friendsies with them still and they CONTINUE to repeat their behaviour cuz they only apologized to get the peeps off their cases. His brother, D'elia, was his brother up to the point when the allegations against him had hit the mainstream. Were they around before? Yes!! but no one was picking it up so it was still safe to say imma proud of ye brother. As the joke goes, if I had a nickel for every guy that is a sex pest and wants to be a cult leader and ye can SOMEHOW connect him to Benny, I'd have at least two...

I was shitting on him and that stylist. And guess what??? Ye I've got some messages saying that I'm AGAIN creating problems where there are none. And this other one saying that maybe he does not know...

And to the first shite I will say what I always do. I know his fangirls have that easy excuse of private life and always run with it. Like okie, I have no business to know shite all about his family, who he fucks or anything of this sort. Will give ye that. BUT when he goes and publicity frames himself as an ally and concerned guy, AND then in his private life is an absolute opposite of it? Then no, the excuse ain't working babe. As me always say either deliver on what ye saying or shut the fuck up.

Following from that, and onto the maybe he did not know... No? Like impossible to not know?

He goes and says BLM and then is okie with wearing a no no brand that is widely known for making money on racial stereotypes, whose owners are just racist pieces of shite. Beside that they are both sexists and homophobes who say shite outta this earth and think they can cuz they rich white gays. And like it's not something only known in the fashion spheres, it's everywhere.

And then there's miss Urbinati... He went for her clearly cuz she running with cool boys. So he got to look her over. He wanted her, he employs her so it's not private life, it's public and for exposure. Other netflix kids around him have other stylist so I was expecting him to go there. Yet here we are. She very vocally standing behind a guy who is currently on trial for several counts of sexual assault. Her scientology ties are so obvious it hurts. Like I dunno what to tell ye all.

Person he employs is VERY CLEARLY in a known group of people who are either predators or are ok with being around predators, and some other friends of his are in that group as well. And then he goes and says stand up for her. Like bitch as I'm the one creating problems x.x

Back to ye now! Sorry! Ye say yourself, does not bode well for him :c it is just icky and very unpleasant. The worst thing? He lives in an environment where no one cares, he surrounded by people who do not care. He seemingly cares only about his flat ass and his fangirls are cool with that cuz of some fantasies they have about him and some superiority cuz they don't do gossip. In the end it's going to be a 'he did not know', 'who are we to say' and boy clicking that unfollow button and deleting pics. Happened before.

And another thing just for reference if anyone still not getting it. Kind of a recurrence on me blog, but gbv, especially against minors, is very concerning for me personally and if I see it I will point it out. And it is so reoccurring topic here because our boy happened to get his name around people and situations that are fucking not okay. Not fucking accusing him of anything, just pointing out concerning stuff that keeps on happening.

#well this is something #i'm sorry i had to

[captntoaster]

I haven't updated the nuzelock thread in a while, so I will start a new one. The world is dark and full of terrors. I killed off so many of my pokemon. It's hard to talk about.

I gambled in Goldenrod for useful TMs like Flamethrower, Ice Beam and Thunderbolt, only to realize afterward that the TMs were randomized x.x.

The losses I sustained were including but not limited to:

a lvl5 Luxio (ZAPMANDU) that served me very well for a long time before being unceremoniously one hit ko'd at lvl16 by a lvl 16 dragonite. No critical, no supereffective, just a dragonite with dragonrush ruining my fucking day...

My egg hatched into a lvl 1 Porygon (BYTEBUD) who I trained up to lvl 15 before he got hit with a supereffective brick break from a Primeape. Ngl this was literally just me being an idiot because it had Extra Sensory and it made me /feel/ like it was psychic type rather than Normal... my bad...

A lvl 10 Clefa (GELATO)that got killed by a critical at lvl 16.

A lvl 10 Togekiss (LQGEND) that died at lvl 14 to a Vibrava who randomly knew thunder and it just happened to hit and ruin my day.

However, I have to admit, I thought the randomizer would change which pokemon were available for purchase from the game corner but I ended up buying Dratini named LINDWURM who has become a great asset on my team as my Goldenrod encounter. Idk if this is against the standard rule set, but the standard ruleset can suck my ass man, I'm suffering out here.

With my team of four, Machoke (FIGHTMILK), Kabutops(BLADERUNNR), Metagross(TABLETOP) and Dratini(LINDWURM), I took on and destroyed Whittney. Headed into the next area I caught a Staraptor (SCYTHE) and a Metapod (STEELO), who is now a Butterfree. This team, now back up to six, has proved pretty formidable. SCYTHE doesn't know a single flying move atm, but Butterfree knows Dark void, Heal order, and Bug Buzz which has proved insanely powerful and sustainable.

I technically have 3 pokemon in my PC rn, A lvl12 exeggcute (HELLPINAPL) because I'm waiting for a leaf stone, a lvl11 ditto (GOOPER) that doesnt know transform so its kinda useless... and also a lvl 14 Electvire (RAIIRO) that I'm saving for a rainy lil day if someone in my party dies.

#me #text post #hgss #nuzelock

[light-lanterne]

I'm curious, with your family's history of hearing problems, does your family know sign language? If not, are you planning on learning? Would you learn your native language or would you learn some form of an English version? Sorry if I seem like I'm prying I just think sign language is really cool! I wish more people would learn it

hello ! no, no one in my family ever learnt it :\ my mom's side of my family (the ones with the problem) were technically poor so it wasn't until my mom and her siblings that anyone even went to school (not that they could afford the textbooks and all that; they went to a nun-run school so supplies were provided; but at least the family could afford to have the kids not working). even there, there was no education on chronic conditions like this, and sign language is not something that was taught anywhere. i think it was until the 2000's that my grandma even got her first hearing aid, and my mom got hers like ten years ago, so 30+ years after her hearing loss began.

so yeah, it's been a thing that's just been happening for quite a few generations and it's just been accepted as an inevitable thing that they all have to deal with in silence. it doesn't help that the specific condition (otosclerosis) has a prevalence in afab individuals and my country is still riddled with machismo and bs, so no one was going to "waste money" in searching for a diagnosis or ways to make things better for the sufferers x.x

obviously, things were a little better for my mom and she eventually did get her diagnosis (and aforementioned hearing aid), but she opted against trying to learn sign language because she has this philosophy that "it's useless because no one else around [her] know it so [she] won't have anyone to talk to". and she's not entirely wrong, but i think it's mostly because she feels it's useless at this point in her life. she's spent 2/3s of her life being unable to participate in an unwelcoming society that's only ever mocked her for her condition, so i guess she's resigned herself to never being able to participate.

as for me,,, idk, i think if i learnt it, it would be out of academic curiosity (and to maybe help others) as opposed to me making an active effort to make my life easier. there's few people i need to / want to talk to in person, and i don't think any of them would accommodate for my hearing problems so it wouldn't be particularly useful in my day-to-day life.

so yeah, i'm not sure i'd learn it x.x sorry if this is a slight bummer of a reply :(

#💕 #⚰️ #🧸

[langdxn]

salvation part i | outpost!michael x fem!reader

SUMMARY: An unexpected delivery of apples arrives at Outpost 3 — but why?

WARNINGS: Fluff, angst, pregnancy, sorta implied breeding kink, soft!Michael and a slight timeline meddle.

WORD COUNT: 1.5k

A/N: Taking a brief break from the shameless smut in exchange for a little play on the original Outpost timeline. I apologise profusely if it’s absolute bollocks, I just liked the idea. Dirty Michael will be back very soon, I promise!

part ii // part iii // part iv // part v

A horse-drawn carriage burst through the sinister fog enveloping Outpost 3, triggering a perimeter breach that scattered Venable, Mead and the Fist toward the entrance. Crimson floodlights littered the bronzed corridors in a luminous panic as the women in power met in the corridors.

“Could this be an attack, like those other outposts?” Venable stifled a gulp. Mead shrugged cluelessly, sparking the group to head outside toward the deafening metallic cacophony.

In the shadow of the flickering blood red lights flooding his office, Michael perched studiously at his desk, staring blankly at his open laptop while silently rattling through his mind for explanations for the disturbance.

He knew there wasn’t a scheduled invasion or another Cooperative delegate due at Outpost 3, he was the last visitor expected there before their planned overrun. He also knew there was to be no intrusion while he carried out his interviews for the repopulation of the Sanctuary, his ‘cooperating’ procedures were not to be disturbed under any circumstances.

Wandering away from his work to follow his train of thought, he creaked open his office door to see the commotion for himself. Leaning against the doorway, he caught sight of Mead and Venable skittering down a far corridor, the shorter lady carrying a crate and the strict leader holding an apple in her free hand.

An apple?

———

“I’ve always loved apples,” Michael muttered into the peel, taking a deep sniff at its ruby red skin before taking a generous bite and talking through his furious chewing. “Ms Mead used to leave me the one she placed in the pig’s mouth for roast dinners on Sundays.”

You blinked your doe eyes at him across the picnic blanket, watching him drift off into his memories in the middle distance. Happy memories before Hawthorne, before the Seven Wonders, before he lost the only other woman he trusted. Apart from you.

You reached for an apple yourself, Michael’s gaze watching your hands intently as if your every move were a work of art. This intimate beachside picnic was your idea, a break from his incessant Cooperative meetings and outpost visits before the apocalypse initiation, scheduled in two weeks time.

“Then I guess we’d better plant an apple tree in the Sanctuary before this whole thing kicks off,” you suggested, taking a shallow bite of the fruit, “can’t exactly survive the end of the world without apples.”

Michael’s gorgeous azure eyes met yours as his free hand swooped towards your abdomen. Drawing a deep, sentimental breath, he spread his fingers to take in every inch of your flat stomach beneath your dress.

“Where we’re going, sweetheart, we won’t need apples. One day, you’ll be giving me the best gift imaginable.”

———

As Michael spun on his painfully expensive heels, his eyes drew towards his previously empty office chair, now occupied. A smooth black silk dress draped over a lithe female perched on the seat, legs crossed elegantly and hands resting on her knees.

Michael’s heart soared.

“Y/N?!” His jaw nearly shattered on the floor as he belted across the room to wrap his arms around you in a desperate haze of disbelief, you jolted to your feet to meet his embrace. Crashing into you, Michael peppered frenetic pecks over your cheeks and lips, his lovelorn eyes and warming heart betraying his stern exterior.

“I—I thought you were dea—gone, th—they told me our Outpost was overrun?” He stuttered into the shell of your ear, squeezing his arms around you so tightly he might cave in your ribcage.

“I got out before they got in, I had to see you again baby,” you brushed your hands up and down his velour-clad spine reassuringly as he dipped his head into your shoulder. You swore you could feel his searing hot tears peppering your collarbone, but he had never cried in front of you before, to the point you weren’t even sure he could cry.

Out of his line of sight, you smiled to yourself that you got away with sneaking in without him sensing your presence. Michael’s powers were always useless against you, as if a steel wall barricaded between you both and he couldn’t break through it no matter how hard he tried. He would question your status as a mere mortal if he wasn’t already acutely aware of the emotional power you held over him ever since you first met. All you had to do was smile and he was yours in a heartbeat.

You both stood in the middle of his room in total silence for what felt like hours, clutching onto each other and never wishing to let go. The weeks you spent apart as he travelled to Outpost 3 were the longest you’d ever gone without Michael Langdon by your side. You breathed in his deep, woodsy scent like it was pure oxygen, planting soft kisses on his flowing golden curls whenever one grazed your cheek.

The silence between you broke momentarily as you heard distant thuds, staccato and final crashes as if the weight of bodies hitting polished stone floors.

“D—do the others know you’re here?” Michael spluttered as he lifted his face from your shoulder to meet your gaze, his cerulean irises more vivid than you’d ever seen before.

“Mead and someone else were too busy inspecting my carriage to see me sneak past them through the doors,” you assured your lover. “I learned that from you, when you creep out of bed in the morning to get back to work, thinking you haven’t woken me.”

He chuckled gently and leaned in for the deepest kiss you ever shared, easily surpassing your first kiss -- a rushed, heated affair that you had no idea would outlive the end of the world. Leaning into you to hold you as close as he could, he felt your bump make its presence known between you. He lowered a hand to greet your swelling abdomen, his cool rings brushing the silk that billowed over your form.

“How are you doing down there, little guy?” He gushed as he consumed the sight of his unborn heir before him. Your eyes darted down to your bump, stifling a soft chuckle under your breath.

“You mean little lady,” you grinned, meeting his gaze as his pupils burst their oceanic banks when they met yours, stunned and overwhelmed.

“It’s a girl?!” Michael squealed, blissful tears flowing so freely down his face and racing towards his lips as they parted in sheer disbelief. Once again, his intuitive powers over his lady failed him, but this time he delighted in his new revelation, planting a haunting, grateful kiss on your lips.

“This beautiful missus will be making an appearance any day now,” you reminded him, placing your hand atop his on your bump as your rings clink together harmoniously.

“Then I’ll set up a birthing pool in my quarters. Keep it full at all times, just in case.”

Michael’s hand waved effortlessly in the air, leaving you to assume he had accomplished that task in a matter of seconds without even exiting the room. His powers and his tricks always caught you off guard, no matter how many years you had spent with him before the apocalypse.

Michael applied a gentle, reassuring pressure onto your baby’s home, reminding the life inside that she will be worshipped and adored when she arrives. A blindingly bright life born in nuclear darkness. He consoled himself that it was only fitting that his child comes into the world under Hawthorne’s roof just as the man Michael Langdon was destined to become was born in these hallowed halls a matter of years before.

In processing the joyful news you carried with you, Michael’s thoughts darted to the situation that lay in the Outpost in which his entire family were now stood.

“Something’s happening here, I can smell it,” he quivered with a distinct tone of uneasiness, his eyes darting down to his feet despondently as his rigid confidence cracked, only ever in front of you. “The witches aren’t dead, I’ve failed.”

“My darling, look at me,” you urged his face upward with two fingers under his chin, beaming your usual warm, comforting smile. “We’ll all be okay.”

“Nobody knows I’m here. If anybody attacks you, if the worst happens,” your voice broke softly, trying your hardest to maintain a steely facade for your man. You cupped his cheek with your hand as he turned gently to plant a kiss in your palm. “I’ll be here to protect you, Boy Wonder.”

A curt knock at his office door shattered the silence between you. Ominous. Urgent. Michael’s eyes darted around the room, formulating the next step in his hurriedly altered plan.

“That’ll be Venable and Ms Mead,” Michael announced, pointing at another oak door in the rear corner of his office space. “Go to my quarters, there’s a passage that’ll take you straight there through the library. Hide in there and whatever you hear, whatever you see, whatever you think you’re seeing, don’t come out until they make the signal, do you hear me?”

“The signal? Wh—what signal? Who’s ‘they’?” You shed your hardened exterior in a panic. Michael was speaking in riddles you didn’t have the answers to, or at least not yet. He kissed your lips deeply and urged you in the direction of the door before sitting at his desk and opening his laptop to look busy when the women entered.

“When you hear them say these words, I need you to fight. I need you to do whatever you can to stop the witches. I’m relying on you, Y/N.”

“What words, Michael?”

“Tempus infinituum.”

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A/A/N: Let me know if you’d like to be on a tag list, I’ve never done one before and I don’t want to bother anybody who’s not interested! x.x

#michael langdon #ahs apocalypse #michael langdon fanfiction #michael langdon imagines #cody fern #outpost!michael

[letusmeetagain]

Hello, do you think Erwin will join Eren's if he was the one survived? I saw a lot of comments bash Armin,wish Erwin lived, and blame Levi because he chose Armin. They said Levi is wrong about Armin is quite similar to Erwin, even Armin and Mikasa don't understand Eren even they are best friends, the same applied to Levi, he might not understand Erwin. I like Erwin, but I don't like some people use him to bash Armin and call Armin useless.

Thank you

Hi anon!

Are all those statements still being discussed? Gosh....

Like... I knew Armin is considered useless and that some prefer Erwin over him, but that’s an old discussion from the serum bowl... It should be already settled. I have heard yesterday the same statement that Erwin would join Eren in the rumbling and I recalled exactly this question.

I feel like I’m getting tired of some takes to be honest. They take Armin’s own crisis and reluctancy to throw everything away and become a monster and use it as an actual argument against him instead of enjoying it as his own struggle. I have to admit that Isayama dragged it out for too long, but this is coming to an end. I think Armin’s struggle will be solved in the moment that he just leave his own self recrimination and accept that he isn’t a person able to throw others away for his own sake... It’s not what he is missing but what he already has: and that’s exactly right as it is.

Personally, I have never considered that Levi took the wrong choice. First, because Levi knew that Erwin was already satisfied and relieved from the burden of his own role. Second, because he wanted to spare him the suffering and living enough to become the sole devil (Do you remember Batman’s phrase? “You either die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain.”... well, that.). Third, because Erwin’s trauma-like obsession/dream was about to end. It was uncertain what would happen to him after he knew the truth of their world. What if he had to be the devil for a cause he didn’t want to devote himself  to or having to keep making big sacrifices withouth a driving force? It would be deshumanizing. I think Levi wanted to prevent him from suffering that destiny.

And this one is my own personal interpretation: given the way both fought in their own front, there’s a huge difference between Armin and Erwin. The former decided by himself to give up on his dream and die meaning that he isn’t slave to his own selfish desires. If needed, he can let go of it and give priority to the common benefit over his own life. The latter was a slave to his dream and needed Levi to make the right choice. I’m not belittleling Erwin. I love his character exactly because of his flaws.

Then, Erwin needed others either to judge his behavior or to help him decide. There’s this division between characters that prioriticize their own needs over the common benefit (Eren, Erwin, Zackley, Kenny) and others that prioriticize the opposite (Armin, Pixis). Erwin is like a mix between Eren and Armin but more Eren than Armin. He is intelligent and able to tell the limit of his obsessions and also a strategist. Eren lack of some of those abilities and also has a severe sense of justice and anger that drove him to the point of starting the rumbling. I see Erwin enganging in a partial rumbling or even starting a big stratagema to fight... but the full rumbling? Would he even have the will to fight like that? And who would be able to stop Eren through other means? Who would be able to reach him -I know it’s not working right know but things are going to change soon since Armin reached Zeke-?

I see Armin being even more pure than Erwin. Armins dreams to know the outside world, his curiosity was even more pure and child-like than Erwin’s. I don’t think they weren’t that different. And also... if things have to change, Erwin then was the right commander for that moment and Armin is the right commander for the future. They’ll need someone more able to talk and reach people than someone to make sacrifices... that’s what Eren already did.

All in all, to me, Levi made the right choice based on his personal needs and about Armin’s potential. Armin was a right choice for the future they’ll face. Erwin probably would engange in a full rumbling (I guess) but we will never know for sure. But no, I can’t see it even if Erwin is aligned with Eren as a selfish character able to throw everything away for a mission.

Sorry for the late reply, but it caught me in the middle of something x.x

Thank you for the ask!

[cesca-untoldstories]

(( hEY! I’m making the RP blog just for text things, maybe one or another picture as memes for the rp or because I feel like it- but I’m here sitting in front of my PC thinking HOW IN HEAVEN DO I WRITE THE RULES x.x... I’m a dorky dork but here is the rp blog if you wanna follow me- I don’t have nothing yet ‘cause I’m a useless ravioli that don’t know how to write rp-rules... is my first time senpai Y-Y))

#rp thing #mun fran talking

[ofgeneticperfection]

To whom does your heart belong?

Your heart belongs to the sun

You are a wildfire waiting to happen, one lit cigarette away from catastrophe. you are passion itself, full of rage and joy and love and pain. you are the driving force behind change, so why are you afraid of it? not all that is new will hurt you. let others into your life. you will not burn them. you do not cause harm inherently, you are wounded. you will heal. i promise you will heal. (Gods she hopes so x.x)

What’s your problem?

Gifted kid burnout™

You haven't finished a book in weeks, months, maybe even years. that feeling hurts. you feel useless, average, stupid. your grades took a nosedive because you simply didn't care and yet you care so much. you care so much it burns, eats you up inside, because you can't stop caring. not about grades, not about your skills, not about your looks, not about those people you should have forgotten a long time ago. you're stuck in a cycle of desperately needing to achieve, to be the best, and you, quite simply, aren't anymore. 

But, darling, that's okay. hey, chin up. you don't have to be the best. i know that sounds like bullshit when your whole childhood was top of the class, straight a's, effortless passes, but i swear to you, it doesn't matter. that realization hurts, but it doesn't matter. being the best is bullshit. all you need to be is you. that is enough. that is more than enough. believe me, you don't have to change the world. you already have. now give yourself a break. stop taking quizzes or scrolling though tumblr, i know you're procrastinating, and that's okay. but go outside. get something to eat. drink some water. look after yourself and most importantly, be you.

Tagged By: @animus-inspire​ Tagging: Anyone! Please do it. 

#So fucking accurate for the first one #The second??? I can seee....since she always had to be the best experiment so she wouldn't get thrown out #She always called herself Perfection or loved when she gets called that #And to her? If she wasn't the best then she was nothing at all #But does any of that matter in the end? #Quiz #Muse

[thecursedhellblazer]

(( Alright, the actually ending of the new episode wasn’t as tragic as I had thought...but it still really shook me. John has tons of close calls in every kind of media and I should like be used to it, but...nope. Gets me every time x.x Plus Matt Ryan is just too good at pulling him off, with all his moods and general heavy feelings. On both the good and the bad sides. ))

(( Also, the poison thing was so him. Bless the writers for that. He would have never just sit around and wait to die. As he said, John Constantine goes only on his own terms. Despite all the angst and the bloody scare, I really loved those scenes...even if I kinda wanted to punch Gary a lil bit. ))

(( Ray on the other hand was absolutely fantastic. As per usual. He really took up Sara’s usual role in this one and did one hell of a job. His character matured so much, and I’m glad we get to see that before he and Nora leave for good. Damn, I’m really going to miss him. ))

(( That said, I really wished Sara had been there too. No one can handle John’s bullshit as she did. Plus they are my BrOTP and I miss the moments they had together in the previous season.  Give me some John&Sara moments at least on here dammit. I hope I’ll get more of the two of them together at some point. Because she really needs to punch sense back into him...and in the rest of the crew. Mick included. Come on, he bailed out Genghis freaking Khan because he was in a mood??? I get that they need to make more space for the new characters and dynamics, but...That was lazy writing, let me tell you. ))

(( Now, to the huge thing of this episode. Charlie being a Fate. That’s really cool, and it also fits why she feels so strongly about free will. And it adds a whole new layer to her character, one I can’t wait to see explored. Plus, I’m a mythology Geek, so I’m really eager to see the take the show will rebuild and adapt that part of the myths. ))

(( The one thing that really left me ‘meh’ is the whole Charlie and B hooking up ordeal. It dropped out of the blue and it seems really forced to me. Charlie was super close to Zari before the timeline changed, which I guess I mean she was to Behrad in the new take, but...couldn’t they have stayed best pals at this point? They had no romantic chemistry at all. Please, can we avoid falling into this idiotic, honestly upsetting clichés? The whole ‘B is upset at Charlie/worried because she’s acting weird’ thing could have easily been pulled off with them staying friends. She could have stood him up on something they had planned to do together or something. No need to add a new, useless element, especially in an episode that introduces so much already. ))

#(( true seeing stone ::ooc:: )) #lot spoilers #lot 5x06 #(( I'd still love some threads focused on the ep )) #(( both during the whole crisis and post ))

[coralsgrimes]

Word on Twitter is that it’s Julianne’s team that’s taking care of deleting the replies to her comment. Imagine giving unnecessary work to your team just because you wanted to be “cheeky”? Like everyone and their mother knows that you’re spending the holidays together!

I honestly don’t get what Ben sees in that woman. She’s not a remarkable beauty, as much as she tries to be with all those fillers and filters. She’s not an intellectual, probably didn’t even read the book she was promoting for her bestie a couple of weeks ago. She’s not super successful, she’s just good at rubbing shoulders with actual successful people and get invited to things.

At this point, I hope that Ben is comfortable with the idea that he’ll end up making most of his money by attending cons, because staying in the USA to be with that woman is not doing anything for his career.

From what I understand (we been through this last year, remember?) they may report them comments and that's it. And them comments been disappearing too fast and too frequently soooooooooooo

as for the rest, it was like 1am and I was in me bed eating the remnants of me kutia which I added way too much raisins into and I was tired and close to succumbing into food coma. Was also getting very homesick and emotional. So I looked up them replies peeps left and ye all told me about. Then refreshed the post and they were gone. Mind ye it was closer to 2am then already.

And ye know what it got me thinking? How fucking sad yer life is gotta be for ye to lose HOURS deleting all that shite? ANOTHER YEAR IN A ROW???? And what for? Only for everyone to notice and point out the obvious? he trying to put out the fire with his flat ass and gasoline like x.x SEE YE ALL NEXT YEAR for another round...

Made me feel so much better, like superior or something even lol cuz like really it's just?? nonsensical? what he's doing I mean stupid useless embarrassing x.x and is me saying this, in me bed, crying, picking out very sticky raisins

soooooooooo said it millions of times before, but they are worth each other and Benny has no dick and he could never made it to the cast of Glass Onion so he dating a rl Birdie knock-off x.x

#also his mediocre talent does nothing for his career #he been in the business almost two decades #he ain't gonna have no big break anymore #hallmark awaits #twin flames romcom incoming next christmas #OH and he not an intellectual either #dont get yourself confused babe #using fance words and constantly giving prerehearsed talks about several mainstream popular films and books is not being intellectual #benny aint successful either #and he LOVES to suck off ANYTHING that is currently popular #they are THE EXACT SAME person

[ferai-caolann]

How have you been feeling? I’m not usually on a lot but I do remember fairly recently you brought up an illness, has everything been going well?

This is such a kind ask ♥My chronic illnesses have been (TOUCHES ALL THE WOOD IN HER ROOM) much better. Or rather better controlled. The only one thats being a bit of a douchebutt is my depression/anxiety and I can just about wrangle it by distracting myself properly (and this is down to my doctors being useless, we’re mid change of those x.x what a mess!)Ehlers Danlos is responding well to new stretching routines, stern medication routines and properly seating, Fibro is actually doing good with CBD oil which was pleasant as a surprise but took almost a month to take effect and migraines are under control :DSO I’M GOOD!I’m in FFXIV more these days (as Mjrn) and happy to add friends to her friend list ♥ especially if you wanna RP with the strangest character I’ve made to date (and I sincerely don’t know why my fc loves her so much lol) and crackin on with an art freelancing career properly.Having focus back in my life has really reaaaally helped!Anon : I hope you’re doing good these days too :)

#Anonymous #ask the galaxycatte

[crowshira]

1-47? Or whatever questions you like?

Y’know, I got time.

I’m good with doing all of them, so bet. >:)

leggo!!

1) Do you want a girlfriend/boyfriend/significant other?

I have a datemate already, lol (i wuvva them so much uwu).

2) When did your last hug take place?

Uh. Probably today lol. Then again, the last hug I did was when I hugged a cat this morning, so,,, yep lol

3) Are you a jealous person?

When it comes to physical possessions, no. When it comes to my significant other…. Yea…

4) Are you tired right now?

Am I ever not tired lmao

5) Do you chew on your straws?

Oh >.> Yeah actually lol. Better than grinding my teeth because I’m bored tho

6) Have you ever been called a tease?

...no :v

nods

moving on

7) Have you ever been awake for 48 hours straight?

Yep! My record for longest time w/o sleep is almost 4 days!!

8) Do you cry easily?

No, and sometimes I wish that wasn’t the case :P

9) What should you be doing right now?

I have no clue lol

10) Are you a heavy sleeper?

Yea… I have like- 9 alarms and have managed to sleep through them all some days

11) Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months?

It depends on who I’m with and how they are. My current relationship has been going almost 9 months and counting tho ^^

12) Are you mad at someone right now?

Not mad exactly, but there are a few people I dislike pfft

Otherwise, im oki

13) Do you believe in love?

Yep .3.

14) What makes you laugh no matter what?

The dumb talks I have with my friends sometimes pff

15) Who was the last person you talked to?

Mi father :vv

16) Do you get butterflies around the person you like?

Actually << no :v when im with them, thats tbh when i feel very very comfortable

17) Will you get married?

tbh i rly hope to wif mi s/o >>

18) When was the last time you smiled?

and i noticed? maybe last night uwu

19) Does anyone like you?

you can say that .3. err well, i hope so LOL

20) Do you secretly like someone?

i dun needa secretly like someone cuz i already have someone to publicly like :v

21) Who was the first person you talked to today?

mi s/o uwu we woke up on a facetime

22) Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything?

whaaaaaaaale, mi s/o, mi friends, yknow

23) What are you NOT looking forward to?

...college, but not because of the work or difficulty

24) What ARE you looking forward to?

Transferring from my community college to my college of choice in two years :vv

25) Has someone ever told you they loved you and meant it?

yep lol

26) Suppose you see your ex kissing another person. What would you do?

welllll, if it were mi current s/o, probably cry and die on the inside but accept that thats how it is sometimes x.x

27) Do you plan on moving out in the next year?

i have no clue lol. its kinda useless to dorm at my community college since i live p close

28) Are you a forgiving person?

for the most part, yea lol ive given people hella chances before

29) How many TRUE friends do you have?

im gonna say,,, 5?? 6??? i’unno

30) Do you fall for people easily?

Not easily, maybe,,, moderately??

31) Have you ever fallen for your ex’s best friend?

wh- ._. no wth

32) What’s the last thing you put in your mouth?

MY DI- i mean, m&ms

33) Who was the last person you drove with?

mi father :v

34) How late did you stay up last night and why?

Slept at 2:45am-ish because was watching movies and facetiming wif mi s/o uwu

35) If you could move somewhere else, would you?

oh- thats- thats tough. maybe??

36) Who was the last person you took a picture of?

...me

lol

37) Can you live a day without TV?

dude i barely watch TV anymore lol

38) When was the last time you were really disappointed?

A few days ago LOL

39) Three names you go by?

Tristan, Tris, Trist

40) Are you currently in a relationship?

yep ^^ 9 months and counting yo

41) What is your all-time favorite romance movie?

...five feet apart was good

but ah-

idk thats the only romance film i can remember

42) Do you believe that everyone has a soulmate?

I actually believe people can have multiple soulmates

for one, theres poly relationships

and two, just- people have soulmates that help them grow and change as a person permanently imo

43) What’s your current problem?

uhm. anxiety mostly.

44) Have you ever had your heart broken?

y e s. that shit hurt LOL

45) Your thoughts on long distance relationships?

I may be in one for the next two years. All I can say is : they can work out if all parties are willing to dedicate themselves and be true to each other.

46) Have you ever found it hard to tell someone you like them?

dude heck yea

the only serious relationship ive ever been in (this one), my s/o was the one that confessed first LOL so- yea

im too shy .///.

and thats all of it!! pff

[melinoekelapsi]

Here’s one last doodle before my internet gets cut off, hopefully I’ll be back soon and have more by then x.x

Okay, so ever since "A Single Pale Rose" I've been trying to put together a new story for my now obsolete Pink Pearl concept XD Still trying to sort this out but here's what I have so far -

*POSSIBLE SPOILERS*

In this case, CG Pearl WAS originally White Diamond's, but was deemed "defective" and was to be executed and replaced. Pink Diamond was able to postpone her shattering by taking her as her own Pearl, however the other Diamonds meant for CG Pearl to simply be a "placeholder" until they created a "proper" Pearl for Pink. So THIS Pink Pearl was made specifically for Pink Diamond, but unfortunately for her, her intended Diamond had already grown very attached to CG Pearl and wasn't happy about the idea of swapping her out for a so-called "perfect" gem - she was pleased with the Pearl she already had, defective or not.

So poor rejected Pink Pearl is left feeling quite bitter, she resents the higher up Diamonds for her own "useless" creation and she hates CG Pearl for "stealing" what was supposed to be HER owner. To make matters worse, after Pink Diamond's alleged shattering, she blames CG Pearl for what happened, somehow thinking that if SHE had been there instead then she would've done a better job at protecting "her" Diamond. Without an owner and without a purpose, Pink Pearl defects from Homeworld with several other “rejected” gems to find new meaning in life - and to seek vengeance against the rebels.

So yea, my Pink Pearl OC now has a new story but she's still just as bitchy and emo as she was before lol I actually think I might like this story better than her old one, it seems to make her vendetta towards the Crystal Gems much more personal

And again - should I rename her Rosaline Pearl? I feel like it’s more fitting given her actual gem colors plus I think it might be confusing if I keep calling her “Pink Pearl” XD Not to mention the name “Rosaline” would probably help differentiate her from any other gems that go by “Pink”

Anywho, hope you like this sketchy little doodle for now ^^ It's still a WIP obviously but I'm pleased with how the pose came out

Steven Universe (c) Rebecca Sugar

This particular Pink Pearl designed/drawn by Melinoe Kelapsi

DO NOT REUPLOAD, TRACE, COLOR/RECOLOR, OR USE IN ANY WAY WITHOUT MY PERMISSION. REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!

#steven universe #su pink pearl #pink pearl #pink diamond's pearl #or her would-be pearl anyways lol #pink diamond's court #pearl oc #WIP #art WIP #doodle #possible spoilers in the description

[kyidyl]

So...this has been induction week and I’ve had stuff to do, but the bast few days I’ve been chillin in my apartment because I’m running low on meds and my printer (to print the registration paperwork so I can register and get a GP and get a re-up or better meds.) comes tomorrow, but I haven’t gone anyplace extra really because I don’t want to waste the meds when I know I’m going to need them.  

To those of you in the UK: What in the hell do you watch when you watch TV???? Half of netflix isn’t availible, Hulu will let me login but won’t let me watch anything because it’s all American TV, HBO just straight up doesn’t work (I STG I will strangle someone if I have to miss GoT when it comes back on the air.)...

I’m losing my goddamned mind because I don’t have my xbox (so no video games - the only two I have on my laptop are minecraft and WoW and I cancelled WoW months ago.), none of my TV works, I’m in a different time zone than most of the people I follow on Tumblr, I’ve read most of the things in my Kindle.  

Every single one of my normal ADHD procrastination vices is near useless here and I’ve been reduced to playing solitaire and hole.io (which, incidentally, I’m actually really good at but there’s only like 3 maps and there’s only so much of the same 3 maps I can take.).  I have a feeling it’s probably making my anxiety worse (although I have a panic disorder type of anxiety not the always-on type so when I’m here in my room I’m fine.  I’m now settled enough that I’m actually not doing terrible anxiety wise and I clearly feel safe in this space and not anxious.), but I’m out of stuff to do.  x.x  

Uuuggghhhh can’t wait to talk to a GP so I can get some meds.  I DID, however, figure out that my school has a therapist and I have an appointment next week.  How useful it’s going to be, IDK, because there’s obviously gonna be a period of time where they play catch-up and we get to know each other but it’ll never become useful and that’ll never happen if I don’t just go...so I accept a few less than productive sessions as the cost of doing business.  

But I’m so bored you guys.  So.  Bored.  I haven’t figured out eating dinner yet either, but I’ve got breakfast down.  Breakfast is easy.  Fruit, muffins, cereal, OJ.  Dinner...less so because of the lack of space.  I have a cooktop/range and a decent microwave, but no pantry and only a fairly small fridge.  No oven either, although I rarely used mine before.  And anyway I haven’t figured out where the undergrads are getting food from...I should go ask the people downstairs at the front desk because I can’t keep ordering Deliveroo every night.  It’s like 25 pounds every time I do.  >.< 

#personal #live update #kyidyl moves to another country #someday I will google how to make the pounds sign #today is not that day

[it-refused]

Prompt:  I'd love to see you do sickfic between Alphys, Papyrus, and Undyne (combination of shipping and platonic). It doesn't matter who gets sick!

Thank you for the prompt, undertailsoulsex!  I actually kept going a bit past this point and was starting to write about Papyrus going home and starting to get sick, too, but then I realized I was plotting out like an 8-9k fic, whoops.  x.x

Rating: G

Summary: It’s dangerous when Undyne sneezes.

Undyne sneezed and the force of her head moving knocked a hole into the sheetrock of her apartment.

"WOWIE!" Papyrus rushed over.  "IS THIS A NEW TRAINING TECHNIQUE? IMPRESSIVE!"  He copied her, minus the sneeze, and now there were two holes in the wall.  He rocked backward and sat down, hard, on the floor.  "NYEH-HEH HEH!  NEXT TIME, I WILL HIT THE WALL EVEN HARDER!  AND MY HEAD WILL BECOME...STRONGER?"  He looked confused.  "THAT IS THE PURPOSE OF THIS EXERCISE, CORRECT?" He rubbed his skull.

"Yeah, sure!" Undyne was a tiny bit embarrassed, so she decided to just roll with it.  "The next part is where we, uh...go down to the hardware store and grab the stuff we need to fix that, before Alphys gets back!"  She sniffed and wiped her face on the back of her sleeve.

"NO ONE SHOULD UNDERESTIMATE YOUR WISDOM!  WE SHOULD NOT BREAK THINGS UNLESS WE CAN PUT THEM BACK TOGETHER AGAIN."

"Exactly!" She slapped him on the back, and he doubled over, his face knocking onto the floor.  The floor was carpeted, so they didn't have to figure out how to fix that, too.

"PLEASE DO NOT TOUCH ME WITH THE ARM YOU WIPED YOUR NOSE ON," Papyrus said.  

"Sure!  I'll just blow my nose on this big red tissue hanging around your neck!"

Papyrus was on his feet and across the room in impressive time.  She wished she'd gotten out a stopwatch.

Undyne's gills on her sides felt stickier than normal.  Alphys had asked her that morning if she had allergies, and now Undyne was wondering, too.  A cold would be a pain in the ass.  She cleared her throat.  Did it feel a little sore?  NAH!  She had too much stuff to do!

Papyrus drove them to the hardware store and called his brother to ask what they needed to pick up.  Undyne leaned against one of the shelves and rubbed at her eye.  She was suddenly starving.  She wanted to stop at a fast food place and get a few bags of the greasiest food she could find. Maybe she could tell Papyrus she needed to stop there because Alphys was collecting the kids' meal toys.  

She sneezed, again, and knocked half the things off the shelf she was leaning on. Nothing broke, but she and Papyrus hung around trying to help the staff clean up her mess.  She was politely thrown out after another sneezing fit almost broke one of the workers' arms.  

"This is bullshit!" she yelled, outside the building.  Not getting thrown out -- that was pretty reasonable.  Her sneezing was starting to really get to her.  Her gills kept twitching and her eye itched. What was left of her other eye wasn't feeling great, either.  

She sniffed and wiped her nose on the handkerchief Papyrus had lent to her.  It was custom-made, with a photograph of his face printed on it.  She didn't think he had thought through the design, but she was still going to use it.  She'd managed to destroy her own in the last hour.

A strong gust of wind made the trees lining the street bend, and Undyne noticed dust get tossed off and blown through the air.  She shook her fist at it and yelled.  If she did have allergies, pollen was her most likely enemy.  

A human walking past heard her cursing out the trees, and joined in.  "Yeah, fuck you, pollen!" she yelled.  

"You think you're safe because you're too small to punch, but JUST YOU WAIT!" Undyne said.  

A few more people came over, curious.  

"OH!  YOU HAVE BEEN VERY BUSY, UNDYNE!"  Papyrus said, when he left the hardware store.  "THIS IS AN IMPRESSIVE MOB YOU HAVE FORMED IN SUCH A SHORT TIME."

She took a breath to reply, but something caught in her throat, and she coughed.  Papyrus urged her back to his car, and back home, leaving her new friends behind.

"This sucks!" she said, when she could talk again.  

"YOU WERE VERY ANGRY AT THOSE TREES, BUT I AM SURE THEY WILL DECIDE TO LEAVE THEIR OLD WAYS BEHIND THEM," Papyrus said.  "THEY WILL SHED THEIR PAST.  THE GREAT PAPYRUS IS POSITIVE OF THIS."  

"I wish I'd knocked those trees down with my bare fists!"  She said, still angry.  "But then there'd just be more pollen everywhere! People shouldn't have to suffer like this!"  They needed a hero to--

She started to cough, again.  This couldn't be a cold, right?  She hadn't had one of those in years.  She was too tough for colds!  Or, anyway, she'd been really lucky and they sucked.  She'd spent that whole illness alone, only getting up to heat up some water for tea every now and then.  

She remembered Alphys offering to bring her soup, and turning her down.  Undyne hadn't really wanted Alphys to see her with ooze seeping out of her orifices.  She still didn't, but she sure wouldn't mind some of that soup.

"Do you think Alphys will make me something good if I'm really sick?"  Undyne asked.

"WHAT? LIKE...SOME KIND OF GOOD...WHAT?  ROBOT?  OF COURSE!  PERHAPS ONE THAT WILL TEND TO YOUR WHIMS?  OH!  I CAN SEE IT IN YOUR EYES THAT MY FIRST GUESS WAS WRONG!  LET ME PUZZLE IT...OH!  WILL SHE MAKE YOU A GOOD PUZZLE?  I CERTAINLY HOPE SO.  I HAVE IT ON THE HIGHEST AUTHORITY THAT PUZZLING OVER LOVINGLY CRAFTED PUZZLES WHEN YOU ARE ILL KEEPS YOUR MIND SHARP AND HELPS YOU RECOVER FASTER THAN YOU OTHERWISE WOULD."  

"Where'd you hear that?" she asked, curious.  

"FROM THE GREATEST AUTHORITY OF ALL: ME!  PAPYRUS!  A WELL KNOWN AUTHORITY ON BOTH PUZZLES AND HEALTH!"  

"Alphys is really good at making puzzles," Undyne said, rubbing at her eye. "She's such a nerd!"

"WELL, THEY SAY THAT WHEN YOU SOLVE A PUZZLE MADE BY SOMEONE WHO CARES PASSIONATELY ABOUT YOU, THAT PASSION TRANSFERS TO YOU, AND YOU CAN THEN OVERCOME ANY OBSTACLE, PUZZLE AND NON-PUZZLE ALIKE."

"Who's they?" she asked, grinning.

"THEY ARE I! THE GREAT PAPYRUS!"

"Yeah!  My head feels like someone shoved a damp towel in it, so I don't think I get what you just said! But I like the sound of it!"  

"I PROMISE YOU THAT IT SOUNDED JUST AS YOU WOULD EXPECT FROM ME."  

"That cleared it up.  Thanks!  Anyway, I hope Alphys makes me some soup or something," she said.  Alphys had some really fancy expensive ramen she saved for special occasions.  It cost like two bucks. Maybe she would lovingly prepare it for Undyne.  Maybe...she'd wear something cute when she brought it in for her?  ...No, probably not, but...maybe it wouldn't be so bad being sick, this time.

They fixed up the wall and Papyrus made them both lunch.  She sat down on the couch and didn't want to get up again.  Her whole body felt heavy, and the couch was more comfortable than it had been yesterday.  

"Wow, you've really leveled up your cooking skill!" she said, surprised by how good Papyrus' lunch tasted to her.  Maybe she was just very hungry.  

"I AM ALWAYS IMPROVING, WHICH IS SURPRISING TO HEAR FROM SOMEONE WHO WAS ALREADY THE BEST," Papyrus said.

"You can't let any loser catch up with you," Undyne said.

"IT MUST BE DIFFICULT.  BEING CURSED TO ALWAYS BE SECOND BEST.  WHOEVER IS SECOND BEST TO ME, I HOPE THEY NEVER GIVE UP."

Undyne laughed.  She loved Papyrus' enthusiasm.  

"NOW, I KNOW THAT YOU HAVE AN ENORMOUS NUMBER OF IMPORTANT TASKS TODAY, BUT SINCE...YOU KEEP HAVING...SETBACKS...YOU MIGHT HAVE MORE SUCCESS WITH THEM IF YOU WAIT UNTIL TOMORROW TO COMPLETE THEM," Papyrus said, speaking with great care.

"I guess I don't want to have to fix another wall," Undyne said.  It was annoying, but she should probably get her sneezing under control before she destroyed the home she and Alphys shared.  

"MY FATHER TEXTED WHILE I WAS COOKING THIS DELICIOUS MEAL AND INFORMED ME THAT MY BROTHER HAS CONTRACTED SOME VILE ILLNESS.  PERHAPS YOU HAVE THE SAME THING?"  

"Maybe something's going around."  She set her plate down and pulled her legs up on the couch.  Yeah, a nap sounded like a good idea.  

When Undyne woke up, she felt even worse than before her nap.  Papyrus wasn't around, but he had draped a blanket (or, four, actually, when she counted) over her before he left.  He had left a large glass of milk on the table, and her dirty plate from lunch was long gone and probably washed and put away.  The next time anyone said anything bad about Papyrus near her, they were going to learn what the word "pain" meant, on an intimate level.

She got to her feet and brought the milk into the kitchen.  She put it in a saucepan and tried to heat it up on the stove.  She came close to boiling it all away, but at least the small amount she had left wasn't cold.  

Undyne heard the front door rattling in the next room and padded over to the door in bare feet, sipping her hot milk.  

"Oh, dammit!" Metal hit floor.  Alphys had dropped her keys again.  

Undyne opened the door for her.  "Hey, what's going on out here?"

"Just my dumb useless claws being d-dumb and useless again!" Alphys said, bright.  She scooped up her keys and straightened.  "Oh! Undyne!  You look awful!"  She blanched.  "I mean--I mean, you look amazing, but...maybe...not...well?  god, I couldn't have said that any worse, right?"

"If I look like shit, I look like shit," Undyne said.  That meant how she felt matched how she looked.  

"You don't look like--you don't look that bad!  Just...you should be in bed!  I think my, um, hypothesis was wrong.  There were three monsters out at the lab, today!"

"I guess Papyrus' brother is sick, too," Undyne said.  

"I saw Dr. Gaster posting about that online," Alphys said.  She came inside and Undyne closed the door.  Alphys locked it.  She nervously touched Undyne's arm, pushing just a little bit, like she was trying to direct her to their bedroom.  

"I just got up," Undyne admitted.  "Papyrus convinced me to take a nap, and now I feel even more like crap."

"I wonder if we have any medicine left?"  Alphys asked.  

"You were really chugging it," Undyne said, laughing.

"I think there's a little, though."  She started to go and check.  "Oh, uh...what happened to the wall?  Should I ask?"  She laughed, nervous.

The spackle hadn't dried fast enough for them to paint it up like new, yet.  "That was a pretty big sneeze,"  Undyne said.  

"Oh, uh...jeez. Maybe I can reinforce the walls with something?  Later?  Wait, I was getting medicine."  Alphys started to walk again, and then stopped.  "Or...Undyne, what do you want me to do?  I want to help, but the worst I've seen you sick was from, um, a hangover, maybe?"

"Do you remember when I was sick right after we met?  And you said you'd make me soup, but I thought I'd gross you out too much, so I was a coward and didn't let you come by?"

"That's not how I remember it, but...do you want me to make dinner?"  

She didn't sound really into the idea.  "I'm okay, so you don't have to."

"What?  No, I want to help!"  She suddenly stood up as straight as she could. "Sorry I'm so...everywhere.  I really really want to help!  So tell me how?  Or...I can just...guess?  Ok!  I'll start some soup, and then go get your medicine.  If we don't have any, I'll go out and get some after dinner!  So I won't change into my pajamas right away so I won't look like a complete loser when I go to the potion shop later.  Ok.  Ok!  I know what I'm doing!"

"Yeah!  You've got it figured out."

"And...you!" Alphys turned on her.  "G-go to bed!  Put on lots of blankets and stop moving around!"

"You're really taking charge, Alphys," Undyne said.  "I like it!  Sure. I'll go settle in, and you can bring me stuff!"  She kind of liked this.  

"Is that what you usually do, when you're sick?"  Alphys asked.  

"I drink lots of hot tea, turn up the space heater, pile on the blankets, and sweat it out.  The germs come right out of your pores.  Sometimes I'll toss the blankets in the dryer right before I use 'em!"

"And that works?"

"Sure, I guess! It doesn't kill me, anyway," she said, smiling.

"Um, ok.  I'll bring you the space heater later."

Undyne grabbed the extra blankets off the couch and brought them into the bedroom with her.  

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