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jtl-fics · 9 months

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Fluent Freshman - Part 35

"Andrew, wake up." Andrew felt a hand on his shoulder and he lashed out as he always did. He found himself rocketing towards consciousness as he heard Neil's pained grunt. Panic lances through him as he realizes what he had hit instead of the intruder and he's glad they compromised when he and Neil had started to sleep in the same bed.

Andrew pulls Neil in closer to protect him even as Neil groans at the sudden jolting movement.

He needs to get-

"I already moved your secret pillow knife Andrew." The intruder says as Andrew's hand grasps at nothing. He has a second one but the intruder is now armed and Neil-

"Erik and the Hans Moretti Sword Box are the only combination of me, another guy, and blades being stabbed at me that I will accept. Now, wake up." The familiar sounding intruder says.

Andrew blinks awake.

Nicky's frowning face is staring down at him.

"I need to borrow the Maserati, or you need to drive me to Abby's house. Right now." Nicky says without a hint of the fear.

Or, at least, not fear of Andrew.

"What's wrong with Smith?" he asks holding out his hand for his pilfered knife as he rubs Neil's side where he had lashed out instinctively.

Nicky looks at him for a long moment before handing the knife back to Andrew, "There's...I just feel like something isn't right. I want to be there with him, I shouldn't have left him there." Nicky says.

Andrew didn't disagree.

FF had been relaxed and at ease, drinking the disgusting smoothie that Kevin had forced on him, and Andrew had noticed a hint of a smile on his friend's face.

Then that fuckface showed up and FF had looked worse than when Andrew had stabbed him. He still remembered the garbage that piece of shit had spewed and Andrew hated knowing things about his friend that his friend hadn't told him.

Hated that his brain could piece moments that made a horrible amount of sense now. FF staring at his car the first time before climbing in, how he had requested that Andrew focus on the road, Nicky looking at all of them exasperated "Smithy was going to walk back", and-

“See, you’re still upset over what that guy did. Why are you clinging to the last name of the guy that did this to you?” Fuckface asks from behind them, “He almost killed mom and you. He did kill our two-“

"Stop."

Andrew makes himself stop thinking about it. It wasn't something FF wanted to talk about.

"The keys are where I always put them." he says because he thinks if he gets out of bed he might go hunt fuckface for sport. The thought of seeing fuckface's well fucking face as he hits him with the Maserati is not a bad one.

"Thank you Andrew. Sorry Neil." Nicky says and Neil waves it off having mostly drifted back to sleep as Andrew had rubbed his back mindlessly.

Nicky leaves without another word. Andrew settled back into bed hand still mindlessly rubbing Neil's back. He closes his eyes. He thinks about how FF had looked at those two kids a few weeks back.

He'd looked like a good older brother.

He holds Neil tight, focuses on the feeling of his even breathing on his neck, and listens to Kevin's snoring to think about a monster consuming Daniel whole.

******

Sometimes Matt feels like he misses out on things with his friends. It didn't happen that often and he doesn't regret the Thanksgiving he spent with his Mom and Dan. Not a single atom regrets making hand turkeys with Dan or holding Dan and his Mom's bags during their Black Friday spree.

He still felt ice in his stomach when he heard that some of Nathan's men had come for Neil and that FF had gotten hurt. FF hadn't seemed overly bothered by the injury and Matt was looking forward to having the freshman as a roommate once he was fully cleared by Abby.

FF was a good kid and Matt had a hard time disliking someone who so obviously looked up to and liked his best friend. He'd told Dan about the 'Captain Neil' title and the two of them had just about died talking about how sweet they both found it.

Which is why he feels a certain kind of way when he finds out his Skype date with Dan had him miss out on a face that, based on what he heard from an incensed Aaron, was in desperate need of a punch.

"Where's Nicky?" Matt asks.

"He couldn't stop worrying about Smiths, he doesn't have Friday classes so he mentioned something about sticking with Smiths." Aaron explains over his oatmeal and Matt turns his head towards the wall they shared with Neil, Andrew, and Kevin's room as he hears the blender going. Aaron shovels the remainder of his oatmeal into his mouth, "I gotta go. I'll see you later." he says.

Matt waves his roommate off and wonders what the sudden rush was but it was hardly three minutes later that Kevin Day was bursting into their room without knocking. "Aaron, I need your-" Kevin stops gaze settling on Matt. "Where's Aaron?" he asks.

Matt looks at him, "He just left." he says. Kevin looks to the ceiling in obvious frustration, "Anything I can help with?" Matt asks while at the same time cursing himself for asking.

"Have you had breakfast?" Kevin asks immediately.

"Uh...no?" Matt says.

"Perfect. Drink this." Kevin says shoving a smoothie into Matt's hand. Matt looked at the blue-ish smoothie in his hands and then back up to Kevin. "You asked if there was anything you could help with. Tell me how that tastes." he points at the beverage and Matt recognizes the distinct smell of one of Kevin's health shakes.

"I don't want to do this." Matt says setting the smoothie to the side.

"I'm trying to improve the flavor." Kevin says, "It was brought to my attention that it isn't very...good tasting." Kevin adds sounding like the admission costs him something.

"Just now? You just figured out they taste like butt, just now?" Matt asks incredulously.

Kevin flushes, "Smiths drank it without complaint!" he exclaims.

"Yeah, 'cuz Smithster is nice! Also I think his face is just stuck like that." Matt says.

"There was no way I could have known they were gross!" Kevin argues.

"Kevin, most people TASTE the things they're giving to others." Matt points out and Kevin only grows redder.

"Are you going to help me improve the taste or not?!" Kevin demands pointing at the smoothie, "that's phase one right there." he points at the beverage.

Matt considers it, "This is to make these god awful smoothies taste better for Smithster?" he asks finally feeling like there was something he could offer his friend.

"Yes." Kevin says.

"And you can't just taste them yourself....because?" Matt asks.

"I need multiple datapoints, it can't just be me." Kevin answers immediately.

Matt rolls his eyes but he was not one to deny the scientific process, "Fine." he agrees and grabs the smoothie, "You said this was phase one of improving the flavor?" he asks.

"Yes." Kevin says.

Matt nods and brings the smoothie to his lips.

Bitter. Slimey. Why is it spicy? So Bitter. It's liquid how is it chalky?

He immediately spits it out, "Why does it taste like that?!" Matt demands immediately. "You said it was phase one?!" he hisses.

"That's the control. I needed your opinion on where I was starting." Kevin jerks his head to the side towards the entrance of Matt's dorm, "C'mon, we've got work to do." he says leaving the room without taking his godforsaken smoothie with him.

Matt looks to the ceiling like Kevin had earlier. Honestly, the world had been a darker place since Kevin had to take the required science course last year.

****** There was no singular more 'freshman' thing that FF had done, in Nicky's opinion, than the fact that the kid had early Friday classes. Nicky had gotten to Abby's place late and hadn't slept before, too caught up in a conversation with Aaron.

FF had been awake when he'd gotten to Abby's, staring blankly into the fridge and based on how cold his friend's pajamas were he couldn't help but wonder how long FF had been there. So he herded FF back to bed and FF had pressed his face into Nicky's shoulder and hadn't let go. So Nicky had crawled into bed after FF had nodded his consent.

Nicky had slept terribly.

Still, he woke up with FF's alarm. FF's gaze was about a thousand miles away but he got ready for his two early Friday classes robotically. Nicky shot a text to Aaron and Andrew to let them know that he'd stick with FF for the day to make sure that if Daniel showed up he wouldn't bother FF.

FF walked into a wall as he was texting. "Aw, bud." he says and sets him on a new course.

Andrew texted to tell him that Neil was going to talk with Wymack about not giving Daniel a chance.

He heard another thud, "Oh, Smith don't run into that." he hears Abby say worriedly.

Nicky puts his phone away.

Focus.

He gets FF through breakfast and through the walk to campus. He takes a seat next to FF in his Math class and ignores the narrowed eyes of the person who's usual seat he has obviously taken. He turns in FF's homework, pays attention, takes some notes, answers the clicker questions for FF, and guides him out and over towards his next class.

He sees Daniel being shown around campus by Jack.

He texts Aaron for back-up. The two of them manhandle FF across campus just in time for his Japanese class and Nicky and Aaron swear up and down that they are just there to look in on the class. Nicky hands the clicker off to Aaron since the future doctor's handwriting left a lot to be desired.

Eventually it was done and Nicky and Aaron had to maneuver FF through a truly STARTLING amount of people who wanted to 'have a word' with FF. Nicky remembers that kid from months back. 'The Adonis of the Foreign Language Department'

Eventually through a combination of Nicky's polite declinations, Aaron glowering, and FF walking into another wall they managed to escape the Foreign Language department of Palmetto State University.

"I think we deserve a treat." Nicky says, "Everyone who agrees raise your hand." he adds and raises his own hand before lifting FF's hand up and looking to see Aaron lift his own hand up.

"Are we sure he's okay in there?" Aaron asks waving a hand in front of FF's face as they made their way to an ice cream shop that had excellent waffle cones and was the place that sold FF's favorite triple berry milkshake.

"Yeah, this happens sometimes." Nicky says even if it had never gone on this long with FF having to reboot his system. It feels like his friend may have blue-screened but Nicky's willing to wait it out.

"If you're sure." Aaron says expression giving away how unconvinced he is but he moves along, "Did you do what we talked about last night?" he asks.

"Yeup." Nicky says popping the 'p' at the end.

"Good." Aaron says as he opens the door to the ice cream shop.

****** Andrew is walking to Abby's with Neil, Kevin, and Matt to pick up his car. Nicky had texted Andrew that he and Aaron were hanging out at Abby's trying to get FF to snap out of whatever daze he had fallen into.

"We have to let him tryout and there will be someone from the university there making sure it's all fair." Neil spits the word out with obvious disgust. "Like any of this shit is fair!" Neil kicks a pebble on the sidewalk.

Andrew keeps his thoughts to himself that if Daniel just doesn't make it to the tryouts then there's no issue. This whole mess kicked off because he stabbed FF and Andrew wanted to make it right. FF may not blame Andrew and may still reflexively tell anyone who asks that Romero did it, but Andrew can't forget the moment he looked over and saw his knife in FF's stomach and realized that the blood on his hands was his friend's.

"He might be a good addition to the team." Kevin says.

"Kevin, if you say that one more time I'm going to dump phase 3 down your throat." Matt hisses.

Kevin recoils in visible disgust and notably keeps his mouth shut. Andrew will have to get the recipe off of Matt if it's that effective at shutting Kevin up.

They make the final turn onto Abby's street and Andrew's eyes narrow as he looks at Abby's driveway where there was only one car.

"Where the fuck is my car?" he asks.

MASTERPOST FOR ALL PARTS OF FLUENT FRESHMAN AU

#Fluent Freshman AU #AFTG #AFTG AU #FF - Pt 35 #Fluent Freshman Friday #Ya'll are getting a long one because the Matt POV took me #Jack is showing Daniel around the campus #And the two of them are both growing INCREASINGLY irritated with the other #Because it's two people who can't help but be so far up their own asses #That having to listen to someone be up THEIR own ass? TORTURE.#Jack was showing him around because the Wymack asked him to.#Wymack was hoping that Daniel would leave #Neil was his usual charming self to the board of directors #Which is to say he ripped them apart #Honestly if Andrew was there at the board meeting the last scene wouldn't have happened #Andrew and Neil would be too busy sexiling Kevin to be walking and see FF #But alas #Andrew was doing homework and eating ice cream #Also Matt and Kevin got up to Phase 13 #Because I'm a sucker for keeping up with themes #Andreil

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generalsmemories · 26 days

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every time i see someone shit on the xianzhou story quest on twitter i die a little bit inside.

#narus' corner #SO LET'S TALK ABOUT HOW EVERYONE HATED XIANZHOU BECAUSE EVERYONE AND THEIR MOTHERS AND ANCESTORS HAD PULLED UP THEORY AFTER THEORY #AND WHEN SAID THEORY DID NOT FCKING GO ALONG WITH WHAT THE ACTUAL WRITERS HAD IN STORE HELL BROKE LOOSE #ion think u understand #maybe im biased. i probably am but the way hoyoverse tackled immortality with xianzhou is quite bittersweet honestly #YA'LL WANTED UR DOOMED YAOI AND YURI AND TBH ME TOO BUT THEY ARE STILL FCKING DOOMED EVEN IF SOME THEORIES DID NOT GO AS MOST SHIPPERS WANT #THEY STILL DOOMED MILADYS AND GENTS AND NONBINARY PEEPS DAN HENG IS SUFFERING FROM PTSD AS WE SPEAK.#u look at xianzhou and see predecessors suffering the consequences of what their ancestors wanted because of immortality and vow to stop it #because they been fighting people against GALAXIES who wants a taste of that immortality who also don't KNOW THE CONSEQUENCES OF IT WHICH I #LITERALLY GETTING MARA-STRUCK WHENEVER UR MEMORIES OVERLOAD FROM LIVING TOO LONG AND GO: damn this was shit writing cause i didn't understa #IMMA AAAH #eternal wars where when u find peace after winning you DON'T BECAUSE YOU TURN MARA-STRUCK FROM THE AMOUNT OF TRAUMA U HAVE #when immorality isn't immortality in a sense u can't be killed but long lifespan but then u can't even live said long lifespan #because u get mara-struck from participating in wars to protect AND YA'LL COME OVER HERE AND SAY BAD WRITING?!#and don't come with what the fuck is phantylia doing #ion think u understand how fucked we would've been if phantylia managed to actually absorb that ambrosial arbor AS A GODDAMN EMANATOR #OF DESTRUCTION OF ALL THINGS?! YA'LL WANT INFINITE HEALING WHILE GETTING BLASED OR SMTH!?!#and the aftermath which was probs the most hated on #imma just.#imma shut up LMFAO

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pastafossa · 11 months

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Charlie Cox experience at Philly Fan Expo 2023

So LET”S TALK ABOUT ME MEETING CHARLIE. I’m actually going to make two posts - this one just about my experiences with Charlie, because they were incredibly meaningful and deserve their own post, and then another one about the rest of the con!

I’m going to talk about Charlie first, because of how amazing the experience was, one of the best I’ve had, especially at the autograph table. I’ve done photos, gotten autographs and such before from other celebs - from niche voice actors I loved to people like David Tennant - but this felt Really Really Big. Obviously, I was nervous as all hell because holy shit Charlie Cox, my favorite actor whose work altered the course of my life. I won’t lie - I’d been practicing what to say to him in case I freaked out, but I’m happy to say that everyone who reassured me it would go great, because he was so, so genuine and kind, were right.

The photo op happened first (and thank you to everyone on tumblr guiding me where to go, cause I was LOST about where that was happening), and that went fast. By that point in the con hall, I’d already ditched my Jessica Jones jacket and gloves cause holy shit it’s hot and I am a creature of snow and ice, and my hair was a mess, but honestly I didn’t care, cause there he is. You don’t get long, but he made the most of it and he was SO sweet. Ya’ll, he asked my name, said my name as he shook my hand, and called me ‘my dear’ in that beautiful voice.

I was literally on the moon, but it was time for the big question:

Will he hold the red thread from TRT?

So in a quiet, nervous, soft author voice, I asked, ‘would you be ok with holding this end of the thread?’

HE FUCKING DID.

HE HELD IT.

HE HELD. THE. RED. THREAD.

I’m fairly certain he doesn’t know about the fic at this point - he wasn’t sure where to hold it until I told him, but he loved that it lit up! AND THEN HE PUT HIS ARM AROUND ME AND I GOT TO PUT MY ARM AROUND HIM BACK.

I’m fairly certain I’m dead in the photo. My soul had left my body. I had ascended. I saw Jesus and he looked like Charlie. I had achieved fic author heights never imagined. My brain filled with enough serotonin and dopamine to sink a ship. I didn’t care that I was hot and sweaty or that my hair was messy or that my cosplay didn’t work out like I’d planned. I had been blessed.

also look at that forearm holy shit

I floated outta that gd room ya’ll. I’m pretty sure @wonderlandmind4 did the same. WE FROLICKED OUT OF THAT HALL LIKE

But things got even better at the autograph table, and I had one of the most touching experiences ever.

not me tearing up thinking about it.

That line was long, but I kept getting glimpses of him and I could already tell he was enjoying interacting with people, and he was making sure everyone got their bit of time with him instead of letting anyone rush people through. He was so happy looking, laughing and grinning, high fives and fist bumps for kids, chatting with fans. Which made me feel a little more confident.

I know some people wondered if I’d tell him about TRT, and I’d already decided I wasn’t going to. Instead, I really, really wanted just a second to tell him what his work as Daredevil had meant for me, as someone who became disabled around the same time Matt did as a kid, and who related to... a lot of what Matt went through in the show. I’d practiced it over and over again, and there was only a fifty percent chance I wouldn’t start crying while telling him, and I wasn’t even sure I’d have time to tell him depending on how much time we had.

He made time.

I got up to him with my art print holy shit he’s even more beautiful in person and his eyes are STUNNING. He said hi, and asked my name so he could personalize the autograph if I wanted (DUH, YES PLEASE), and he apologized about the line after we shook hands. I jokingly told him it was fine since I’d driven hours to get here. A little time in line wasn’t a bother. He even loved one of the buttons on my lanyard - the button of Matt wearing a heart crown specifically! And as he was writing, I knew this was my chance to tell him. He was still signing, so I just decided to go for it in case I ran out of time.

“I just wanted to tell you,” I said quietly, “as someone who became disabled as a kid around the same age as Matt did—”

And then he did something I didn’t expect, something I’d rarely seen anyone do, famous or not, and something I’d never had an actor or artist do for me.

He immediately set down the pen, leaned in close over the table, and made direct eye contact, while giving me the most genuine, gentle, encouraging smile I’d ever seen.

In that moment, I knew everything in him was listening, that he cared about what I was about to say and recognized that this was important to me, and that he’d closed the distance to make this conversation just... us. It felt personal in a way I’ve never experienced at a con or signing.

Just like that, I wasn’t afraid to tell him what I’d wanted to.

“And as someone who related to... a lot of what Matt went through, his struggles in the show, and especially the dark parts of season 3,” I said, more confidently now, “I wanted you to know that all the work you put in, the way you played it, the way you played Matt and treated it seriously, seeing that helped me process and heal from a lot of my own trauma and pain over what I’ve gone through with my illnesses. What you did was important and it really helped me. So I wanted you to know that, how much that meant to me, and to say thank you.”

The whole time I spoke to him, he kept direct eye contact, and didn’t look away once. He didn’t get antsy, or look like he wanted me to hurry up (which I’d have understood, cause damn, these are long days for him). He listened, fully engaged and leaning in, his eyes warm and soft and kind but incredibly serious. I’m not sure how often he’s been told something like this—a lot, I expect; his portrayal was just that good, and I know it was important to a lot of fans—but what I was trying to tell him clearly meant something to him. I felt heard, seen, and understood.

Charlie really does care about his fans. It isn’t an act. I’m sure of it now.

“Thank you, truly,” he said, just as quietly but with that honest smile, eye crinkles and all, and seeing it in person, that close up, I swear the room felt ten times brighter. “Thank you for coming to tell me that. It means a lot, the idea that something I did meant so much and that it could help you. I’m so grateful that you were able to come visit and tell me.”

We shook hands after that. He wished me a good day and I told him thank you again, and that was that. The interaction only lasted maybe a minute, but it meant the absolute world to me, as did what he’s done as Daredevil. And now he knows that.

#Philly Fan Expo #Charlie Cox #Daredevil #he HELD THE THREAD ya'll #my fanfic author life is now complete #and honestly as a fan i don't know if any other experience will ever top those moments I got with Charlie #he is so so kind and warm and wonderful #the way he immediately stopped and gave me his full attention when i started to tell him what it meant #i just had to stop for a second and collect myself because just...#he was *listening* and despite all the noise and chaos i suddenly had his full attention #the way he leaned in so the conversation felt like it was just us and the way he cocked his head and focused on me like #i can't think of a single celeb or interaction like that where i've felt that much like what i was saying to him mattered #(that's not dissing the other actors and celebs i've met. they've all been wonderful! but charlie definitely has a special kindness i think)#and i can now say having been that close to him and having spoken with him over something fairly serious #he is literally one of the kindest celebs i've met and the most genuine #you can literally see the warmth in his eyes when he looks at you. he's *legitimately* happy you're there to talk to him or see him #maybe one day he'll find out about TRT. i'm honestly not sure #but even if he doesn't at least I got a chance to tell him how much what he's done has helped me heal #from a lot of really... really hard things in my life #and according to a friend (who I didn't even know was there but spotted me talking to Charlie from another line!)#Charlie did indeed stay until WAY late signing everyone's stuff so that no one missed an autograph #he said his estimation of Charlie just shot way up because even hours later he was still taking his time with each fan that came up #Charlie has absolutely solidified as my favorite actor and one of the nicest people I've had the pleasure of meeting

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catzgam3rz · 1 year

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*Crawls out of Artblock hole* TAKE SOME WORK IN PROGRESS BAD BOYS FOR YOUR DAY

#rambles #my art #wip #grian #solidaritygaming #jimmy solidarity #joel smallishbeans #smallishbeans #llsmp #limited life smp #trafficblr #traffic series #I AM FUCKING BACK THEY DIDNT START MELTING MID SKETCH I HAVE THE BASICS LETS FUCKING GO #god i have been trying to draw them FOREVER #uh anyways hi yall i am actually p happy so far with these boys :D #I kept the fluffy earfeathers and the tail feathers from my ESMP 2 Grian design which im happy with (and leg feathers i think?)#Joel is a wolf hybrid but I love the fairy/bug stuff I was seeing in his tag so uh wolf bug because I can do that #Jimmy! He looks very solid rn idk why but hey buff jimmy canon I guess #oh and I added some refs to the Canary Jimmy headcannon but as usual Moobloom Jimmy can be pried from my cold dead hands lol #i'm gonna do a bit of lining but I know I wont finish tonight so enjoy this for now ya'll!

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downtherabbitholewithlucy · 1 year

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A Long Time Ago In A Galaxy Far, Far Away...

(Wes' "Harrison Ford as Indiana Jones in a Star Wars Movie Poster" T-Shirt)

(Fred's Fem!Boba Fett forearm tattoo)

(R2-D2, Darth Vader, & Yoda in the background of Sam's Photo)

(R2-D2 in the background of John's photo)

(An AT-AT Walker in the background of Wes' Instagram Post)

(Darth Maul in the background of this photo of Sam and Wes)

(Please do not re-post or share my video compilation/edit on any other social media platform. Thank you.)

#May the 4th #I DID IT ALL FOR THE WOOKIE #Chewbacca Starfish and the Han Solo Flavored Water #I chose episode II because “Attack of the Clones” could easily be swapped with “Attack of the Chocolate Starfish”.#MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU AND MAY YOUR BIZKIT ALWAYS BE LIMP #ya'll never thought you'd see a Limp Bizkit + Star Wars compilation post but yet here we are. Live. Laugh. Limp Bizkit.#side note I saw SW: The Phantom Menace when it came out in theaters in '99 with my parents. I was seven when the movie came out.#& Darth Maul scared the absolute shit out of me as a kid. Like all the SW merch was every where in stores & his likeness terrified me.#I mean he really did look a like demon to me as a kid #as an adult I can appreciate the film's make-up team and the work they did on this character's look #and I can definitely see how Wes may have drew some inspiration from Darth Maul's make-up for coming up with his own face paint looks #with the whole color block patterns and stuff. anyways... I'm done rambling on.#Limp Bizkit #nu-metal #Wes Borland #Fred Durst #Sam Rivers #John Otto #lucy the rabbit's video edits #down the rabbit hole

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dylanconrique · 5 months

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even if they do break up, how long do you think it's gonna last? i mean really?? they've both made it abundantly clear that they can't live without each other.

#*carly catalogs #like.... it's not gonna be detrimental to them ya'll gotta chiLLLLL #the rookie #the rookie s6 #tim bradford #lucy chen #chenford #otp: you know me so well #plus imagine one of them showing up at the others doorstep all sad and teary eyed like 'i miss you' 🥺💕#..... sharing a very loving make up kiss through tears and soft gentle hugs #i'm sorry but it's 3am and i finally have to give my two cents on this since i keep seeing people losing there shit over a possible breakup #what's that one schmece thing from new girl where someone asks them if they are never not together #and in unison they we're like 'rarely'#that's tim and lucy they're just one of those couples that has to be around each other all the time #and you know why that is??????#it's because they aren't only lovers THEY'RE ALSO BEST FRIENDS

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saltypiss · 2 months

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Something forever telling about people coming out of the woodworks to care about anti-semitism only when it comes down to some politicians in a primarily jewish country committing a genocide.

So much deflection and blame moving but say anything bad about Palestinians and they're not gonna hesitate to push all blame onto them for everything.

Ya'll jews know your politicians don't represent you, right? Or maybe they do. Either way, not a good look for anyone. Utitlizing such childish tactics will always be a calling card of pro-genociders. Do better. It's embarrassing.

#genocide #palestine #jews #anti-semitism #israel #it's truly incredible how people will either blanket an entire group based on the actions of those with power over them #and how people will for some UNGODLY REASON decide to join the the wrong side of an argument because they simply HAVE to defend a genocider #because he's jewish you see #yeah #biden n dump are white and you ain't seeing me wanting anything but heads to roll #pathetic #you'd think of all people #jews wouldn't be so up in arms to justify and aid a genocide #really crippled and permanently destroyed whatever image people had for ya'll #could've kept that bit of history as something important to ya'll #apparently not #apparently jews aren't too broken up about the holocaust #just that it was them #that it was their turn #disgusting #obviously not all of them are genociders that points been made but the fact remains the image of “oh they'll know for sure” is lost #permanently #hope it was worth devaluing the holocaust to commit another genocide

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jaythelay · 5 months

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You cannot compel me, convince me, or force me, to shoot a baby, because otherwise someone else will shoot 2 babies.

This shouldn't be happening in the first place.

The person forcing me to shoot a baby is in the wrong.

The person who's gonna shoot 2 babies if I don't shoot the one is also, in the wrong.

But at the end of the day, shoot me, because I will not take another life willingly nor knowlingly.

That. Is what you're competing with to try and defend Biden. Good luck.

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seasonal-writes · 1 year

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this just in: i am now taking fic requests!

hi there!   i am desperately trying to get back into the groove of writing, and i think that there is no better way to warm up than some new, fresh ideas! this being said—i am now opening up fic requests! if you have a scene idea for a pairing or a character, you can now send an ask and request them!   as you all are SURELY aware by now, my favorite pairing is rancher duo. so i would love to write some stuff for them. but! i will take other pairings/ships into consideration if you have ideas for those as well! :D i’ll take a look at pretty much anything! (just. don’t be weird about it. that’s all i ask. <3)   on a more specific level, i’ll also take characters from certain AUs of mine too! (mainly Golden Rings, as that is. the only one i’ve really discussed here lmaoo-) so like, if you wanna see scenes with specific characters/ships from those AUs, i’d love to write them!   so, if you’re interested and have an idea, my ask box is open!

#a message from your local town crier #starting a new tag for #seasonalrequests #also don't be surprised if ya'll see me finding dialogue prompt ask games and stuff too #because that might also be fun #rose want to WRITE she want to write so BAD #i have too much free time now i need to. do something.#SO HIT ME UP WOOO #also p.s. if you guys have any questions about it lmk<3

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loonymarshian · 3 months

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Always By Your Side

Day 8 of #BG3FicFeb - "It will be okay as long as we're together" A bit of a re-write of the end of the game, Astarion struggles as he is finally forced to confront the rest of his life in the shadows, but he doesn't have to do it alone.

Sorry ya'll, I skipped day 7, was struggling to come up with any inspiration from the prompt. Also, don't worry, part 2 of the day 6 prompt is coming, I've just decided to put it on the backburner a bit so I can focus on the daily prompts more.

The adventure was over, the netherbrain defeated. Tragedy and her companions had destroyed the tadpoles that had infected their minds all this time, and been named the Heroes of Baldur’s Gate. But this was not a wholly happy ending. After the brain’s defeat, the party had gathered on the docks to watch the sunrise. They’d forgotten, for a moment, that one of them was no longer welcome in the light of day. As the sun rose over the horizon, Astarion had begun to burn, the tadpole no longer protecting him from the curses of his vampiric nature. He’d run for cover, but just as Tragedy had been about to rush after him, Karlach had collapsed, her engine finally reaching its limits. The necromancer had been forced to remain behind, to convince Karlach to return to Avernus with Wyll. Her fellow tiefling had been through too much, was loved too much, for her to die now. But through all that, Tragedy’s mind was flooded with anxiety for her love. She couldn’t bear to leave him alone out there, but convincing Karlach to live had been far more urgent than following the vampire.

As soon as she had safely seen Wyll and Karlach off, Tragedy rushed off on her own, not even taking the time to say goodbye to her remaining companions. She knew they would understand. The only thing that mattered to her was finding Astarion as she ran around the docks, praying to every god who might be listening that he had found somewhere safe to hide. The tiefling’s heart didn’t slow until she finally spotted the vampire’s familiar white hair, his form huddled in the shadows cast by a large stack of crates.

Astarion had made himself as small as possible. His face was buried in his knees, his arms wrapped around his shins. Even from 20 feet away, Tragedy could see him shaking. Tears sprang to the necromancer’s eyes as she rushed over to the man she loved. Wordlessly, she sat down beside him and pulled him into her arms, encouraging him to cry on her shoulder instead. He did so without a fight, leaning his full weight into her side as his form shuddered with sobs. Tragedy didn’t know how long they sat there before Astarion exhausted himself.

“I thought I would be okay.” Astarion’s voice was quiet and hoarse as he mumbled into his lover’s chest. “I thought I was prepared to lose the sun. I didn’t realise it would be so hard. I’m sorry.”

Tragedy held Astarion tighter, her cheek resting on the top of his head. “Don’t be sorry, love. Of course this is hard. But I’m here. You don’t have to face this alone.”

The sun had fully risen by now, and it was starting to encroach on the shadows the couple occupied. Thankfully, Tragedy was pretty sure she still had enough energy left to cast Dimension Door. All she needed was to find a safe space they could move to within the spell’s range. Glancing up, she spotted the bow of a ship jutting over the docks. The Blushing Mermaid. They should be safe there for the rest of the day, especially if Captain Grisly was willing to let them hide in Ethel’s lair.

“Hey, Astarion? I’m going to cast Dimension Door to take us to the ‘Maid, okay? We can’t stay here.”

At that, the vampire finally pulled away from Tragedy’s embrace, glancing up at the tavern above, and the shadows surrounding them, noticeably smaller than they had been when he’d arrived. He reached up to wipe away his tears, then took his lover’s hand and nodded, ready.

Pulling Astarion to his feet with her, Tragedy closed her eyes and conjured an image in her mind of the interior of the Blushing Mermaid, specifically the main upstairs space where the curtains were always drawn so there was no risk of landing in a patch of sunlight. She whispered the verbal component of the spell, and felt as the Weave wrapped around her and her love, blanketing them in darkness for a moment before they found themselves within the dark interior of the Blushing Mermaid. The tiefling made sure Astarion was comfortably situated at a table in the darkest corner of the room, before hurrying downstairs to get drinks. If there were ever a time for day-drinking, she figured, it was now.

~o~

A bottle of wine later, Astarion seemed much more himself. The ‘Maid was never empty, even at noon, and the rogue had started distracting himself by making snide comments about the rest of the patrons. Tragedy was joining in of course, partly because it seemed to be keeping Astarion in good spirits for the moment, but she had to admit, people-watching like this was entertaining. It wasn’t until a gnome walked into the room wearing a hideous red beret that did not at all match his purple attire, and Astarion didn’t respond to her pointing it out, that Tragedy realised he had slipped into melancholy once more.

The tiefling reached across the table to hold her lover’s hand, both their wine glasses abandoned.

“Is everything okay, love?” She squeezed Astarion’s hand in her grip reassuringly, wanting to remind him that he wasn’t alone, and she was here to listen.

Astarion met Tragedy’s eyes just briefly, a fake smile plastered on his face. “Just thinking about what comes next. Do you have any plans?”

The question confused Tragedy. The way he asked made it sound like he thought their plans for the future wouldn’t involve each other. She hadn’t really thought about what she wanted to do with the rest of her life, but she did know one thing - whatever life was going to bring, she wanted to share it with this man. They’d gone through so much together in such a short time, grown together in ways she never would have expected. She loved him, and she would do anything to make him sure of that.

“I suppose we’ll have to start looking for a way for you to walk in the sun again,” she said, full of confidence. She may not have been a powerful enough wizard to attract the attention of Mystra herself, but that didn’t mean she was without power and skill. If there was any magic out there that could cure vampirism, or grant a vampire immunity to the sun’s rays, she would find it. And if there wasn’t anything for that specifically, she would dedicate the rest of her life to mastering Wish, a legendary spell that could grant an arcane caster anything they Wished for.

The declaration seemed to stun Astarion, his eyes wide and his body frozen. It took him a moment to thaw out, but when he did, his insecurity was painted clearly across his face. By now, Tragedy was pretty sure she understood what was going on in his mind. For 200 years, Astarion had been abused, his body used as a tool over and over again to lure victims back for his master, Cazador. He’d never known real love, romantic or otherwise. So, now that the tadpoles were gone and there was no outside influence keeping them together, Astarion was half-convinced that she would want to leave him.

“Really?” His question came out in a whisper at first, before he cleared his throat and continued at a higher volume. “Are you sure? Is this,” the vampire gestured between them with his free hand, “what you want?”

“It is. Whatever we’ll face in our futures, I want to face it together. I love you, Astarion.” Tragedy gripped his hand tighter, trying to infuse all her love and conviction into that one touch, this one look.

Astarion finally relaxed, his expression softening into a relieved smile at her response. “Good. Because, selfless as I am, I really didn’t want to let you go.”

Reaching over the small table with his free hand, Astarion cupped Tragedy’s cheek and pulled her into a sweet, slow kiss.

This was the end of one adventure, but their lives together had just begun.

#bg3 fanfiction #bg3 tav #bg3ficfeb #astarion/tav #astarion #baldurs gate 3 #ya'll have no idea how much soft astarion means to me #i'll do my best to write some of his signature sass later #but for now you're getting soft astarion because i said so #i wish i could run after astarion at the end #it makes me so sad to see him run off alone #someone get this man a million hugs

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The Expense Of Trust: Chapter 2

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Content Warnings: Cursing. Mentions of death and murder. Mentions of others being lesser than. Intent to kill. Death by anomaly. Dehumanization. Addressing someone as 'it'. Darker themes and tone.

Run Down: In the instant of a site-wide containment breach, there are only a few protocols available to follow. Know the right people, hope to be at the right place at the right time, and whatever you do, don't trust anything.

David is not liable for any damages

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David doesn’t dare look behind them as they run from what he can only describe as a lesser ‘SCP’. He could confirm if he looked over his shoulder, but he’d much rather not. He may be a god, but he has learned certain entities are not to be trifled with, including looking them in the eye even on accident.

Isn’t that a nice reminder? That despite being a god, he’s no more respected than the average human when it comes to ‘SCPs’ that function on very simple terms. It was a lesson he learned quite a few times while working at the foundation for about a year, and one he didn’t enjoy in the slightest.

At least James isn’t rubbing it in, his warden more focused on leading them down a safe route through the maze of hallways as they try to escape certain death. Well, not for David. It’d be painful if he was dismembered but he wouldn’t be completely erased from existence. If anything, it would be considered a nuisance needing to construct a new form, come up with a few excuses why ‘David Harrison’ is no longer acting as a benefactor. He’s done it before so he can do it again.

The only difference this time around? He unfortunately would prefer his two human companions to not meet their untimely end. The most annoying part of becoming fond of mortals is the fact their death would be permanent.

That means he keeps running. Catches Fritz’s arm whenever the redhead stumbles. Feels genuine panic when James doesn’t do anything except to turn another corner.

The man isn’t stupid, he’s well aware David has an actual trick of luck. Humans don’t, and in most cases seem to have the exact opposite. Meaning the more distance they cover through this level of the facility, the more chances they’ll have encountering another ‘SCP’, which will not end well. Yet there’s no announcement of a plan to get somewhere safe even just to catch their breath.

“James,” David calls, concerned at the fact he’s panting from the single word. “Anytime now.”

“I know,” is all he gets as a response. Meaning the only person who knows how to track, capture, and contain ‘SCPs’ has no idea what to do.

He doesn’t say anything else. Risks a glance to his left as they turn down a hallway. Blinks when the D-Class who originally warned them is only a few feet behind and looking...distorted. Doesn’t have time to really think about it as the true shape of what’s chasing them catches his eye.

Despite the lights continuing to shatter and leave nothing but darkness behind them, David makes out a large form of what looks like writhing flesh as in morphs into different shapes. Always with enough limbs to keep up with them. Always broadcasting a large psychic field in the hopes a mortal will look at it and become ensnared.

This, this is why he despises being categorized as something akin to that monstrosity. Though he will say, he’s actually impressed when the tug on his mind that was meant to make him stop suddenly turns into a nudge after realizing the first attempt was pointless. Trying to send a message into his mind was as well, and he effortlessly severs the connection, but it’s the awareness that says this particular ‘SCP’ has a bit of intelligence.

Not any respect, though. And unfortunately David’s own psychic abilities aren’t powerful enough to persuade it to stop chasing them.

“What is it?” James suddenly asks, as if he knew David had looked. Or maybe he had been waiting. Because they both know there's issues with listening to suggestions on a good day.

“Don’t know. Telepath. Shapeshifter.”

He didn’t know what he was expecting. The man pulling out a canister much too familiar to David was not it. They both know that damn thing acts like a flashbang to the god whenever he’s within its radius.

“David. The next corner. I’ll stop. Find an empty observation room. You and Fritz, go into the containment room. Wait for me.”

That’s the worst plan David has ever heard. Yet he doesn’t try to argue this could end in a disaster. He doesn’t have the energy to want to. “Fritz, stay behind me.”

James immediately cuts diagonally across the long hallway they’re currently running through, making the choice they’ll be turning right. And without any protests, Fritz slows down so he stays behind David.

Twenty feet to the corner. Ten feet. Five.

David’s heart skips a beat when James suddenly stops, just like he said he would. Gasps for air and only manages a nod as the god obediently sprints past him to turn the corner. Counts down five doors. Skids to a halt and whirls around the second he’s in front of it, arms outstretched to catch Fritz to-

Where the hell is Fritz.

Something inside him almost snaps when the D-Class turns the corner, carrying his rightful mortal as they run toward him. The only thing keeping him from exploding with rage is the fact Fritz looks unharmed. Clinging to the stranger who’s stride doesn’t falter despite an angry god waiting for them.

“Tripped,” the man explains.

“Inside,” David snaps. Watches as the still blurry form obeys without question, quickly slowly down before darting into the chosen room, quickly follows after to ensure Fritz is safely put down and isn’t touched again.

He barely makes it through the first door when he hears the sound of an explosion. Realizes almost too late David isn’t safe from James’ desperate plan. Covers his ears and closes his eyes only a moment before what he can only describe as a mental wall slams into him.

It wasn’t enough to completely nullify the effects. Good news is he’s not blinded this time, or locked inside of his own realm for an hour as his corporeal form entered a comatose state. The bad news is the fact he can’t grab a single coherent thought as his mind feels nothing less of scrambled.

Which is bad. He can sense something that should not exist in the next room. Knows something dangerous had previously been hunting him down. Or was he trying to escape from James and the facility?

No, that’s not right.

David goes tense when he recognizes running footsteps seeming to be getting closer. Can’t help himself but look out into the hallway. Nearly doesn’t catch James’ arm as his warden nearly sprints right past.

The moment he makes contact with the familiar human is the moment his mind seems to settle. Latches onto the other’s mind that’s clouded with nothing but terror. It’s enough to remember he, James, and Fritz had been running from an ‘SCP’. That they still aren’t completely out of the woods just yet.

At least James doesn’t fight him as David quickly gets them both into the containment area. Seems to remember something as he grabs another item from his belt, this time the god happily helping at recognizing the odd contraption that’s able to act like a lock.

It seems flimsy and unable to keep an ‘SCP’ from breaking the door down if they’re found, but it’s the best they have. The containment area isn’t meant to be controlled from the inside. And locking the door that leads from the observation room to the hallway would alert anything to someone trying to hide. All they can do now is wait.

David pants as he helps James collapse onto the floor without hitting his head in the process. Sighs in relief when Fritz seems to appear by his side, pulling the redhead close, glad everyone’s okay. Content to sit on the floor guaranteed covered with unspeakable things, needing to catch his breath and let his limbs rest. Feels a large presence move past their room but nothing enters it for a thorough investigation.

He counts five minutes. James finally gets enough strength to sit himself up, but it’s clear the officer isn’t fully attuned to everything around him. There’s comprehension in the brown eyes as they look around the room, recognition and acknowledgement toward David and Fritz as they still recover. There’s a distinct lack of caution and skepticism that’s synonymous with the officer, though, and a concerning amount of confusion.

“What’s your name?”

David’s almost worried James is seeing things, jolting when he spots the D-Class he allowed to join them to escape. How out of it is he to completely forget about a stranger that could be hostile for all they know locked in the room with them.

His grip around Fritz tightens protectively as he looks over at the man. Narrows his eyes when still, the human remains blurry. As if there’s something moving inside him. “Mike.”

David continues to stare, genuinely confused by what he’s seeing. Despite what might have caused James’ symptoms, the human still looks like a normal human, nothing actually changing within the officer. Mike on the other hand has a human form, yes, but there there’s almost another physical shape that blocks his features, making it hard to tell the color of his eyes and the fact there’s scars covering his head. Again, almost like there’s some other thing moving inside him.

...that’s because there is something inside him. Because it’s not human.

David gently though quickly shoves Fritz behind him, further into the corner at the same time he puts an arm in front of James. All but growls at the thing sitting against the wall opposite of them. “Explain what the fuck you are.”

The ‘SCP’ looks at him in surprise. “Oh shit, you fucking can tell?”

“Answer the question.”

One look at James shuts him up due to now not being a good time to ask for an explanation. He knows there’s a lot going on, the dumbass got into something he shouldn’t have, but David wouldn’t be acting this hostile if he didn’t have a good reason. That being they are locked in with an unknown ‘SCP’ that had previously carried Fritz minutes before. For all he knows, the two could be infected with something that will kill them within the next five minutes. Or ‘Mike’ is biding its time to attack them.

The ‘SCP’ holds its hands up in surrender. Looks a bit too unbothered by the fact its true identity has been figured out. “I won’t fuck with anyone. Let me grab my shitty friend so he can explain my bullshit.”

Before any of them can say anything, it reaches out toward nothing in particular as if to grab something. Grabs onto the air, pulls, and makes a kid appear. One that yelps as he falls onto the floor in a heap, his wrist in the ‘SCP’s’ grasp that quickly helps to sit him up.

Before David can try to comprehend what just happened, James shoves at his arm for attention. “James, not now.”

“He’s medical.”

...the ‘SCP’ made an actual medical doctor for the foundation fall out of thin air, proof by the lab coat being worn. Fan-fucking-tastic.

“Jerber, I fucked shit up,” is announced with an amused smirk of all things.

Brown curls bounce as an alarmed expression conquers ‘Jerber’s’ face. Despite the fact the ‘SCP’s’ humanoid form looks much stronger than the scrawny human, a genuine one this time without looking blurry in any way, the medical personnel makes a point to put himself between them. “H-He’s harmless! He’s a h-human who g-g-got merged with a p-portal, b-but he’s not dangerous!”

David can’t help himself. “So it’s a mutt.”

“Dr. Harrison,” surprises him enough to look away at what could be a hostage situation to stare at Fritz attempting to glare. The heat is taken out of it with the constant glances toward the other two who should’ve been zero if not one. “That’s rude.”

Not human. Definitely mortal. But when did Fritz start siding with ’SCPs’ of all things?

James’ clear amusement is almost a slap to the face. So is the fact the officer doesn’t think they should be worried about the fact a human just appeared.

The worst part about this entire thing is the fact James’ symptoms can’t be blamed on the unwelcomed ‘SCP’, tamed or not. Because one look at Fritz tells him Mike isn’t the cause, or else the redhead would be readable considering he had direct contact with the damn thing. And that means David doesn’t have any excuse not to trust it or the most definitely hostage other than assuming.

“U-U-Um, what happened?” the doctor asks, seeming to finally realize they’re currently in a containment area. Depending on how Mike works, it’s safe to assume the whole time they were escaping death, he didn’t see or experience any of it from...wherever he had been.

“Fucked up mind reader chased our asses,” Mike answers. “We’re hiding somewhere safe thanks to that asshole throwing a goddamn bomb at it.”

David stares at the ‘SCP’, attempting to decipher just what the hell was said. Yet the kid nods as if he understands. And then jolts. “Oh, I’m s-s-sorry! I’m Jeremy, I d-don't know if Mike i-i-introduced h-h-himself.”

“He did,” Fritz responds before David can demand answers rather than just introductions. The redhead going so far as to pretend he doesn’t notice the god’s glare to shut up. They shouldn’t be acting friendly considering the whole, how do you say it, a sitewide containment breach! “I’m Fritz, this is Dr. David Harrison, and that’s James. The one who got us to safety.”

Excuse him, James needed someone to find a safe place to go once all hell broke loose. The officer wasn’t in two places at once. Nor can he sense ‘SCPs’. Seriously, how is David being treated like a bad guy when the thing right across from them not only pretended to be human, but made one randomly appear and still isn’t explaining! Not to mention it’s D-Class and guaranteed had been a criminal before this!

“Can we finally get an explanation on the fact you just appeared?”

He waits for Fritz to snap at him for being rude again. Chooses to ignore the yank on his sleeve, glad at least James doesn’t say anything. He’ll take it as a win.

Jeremy glances over his shoulder at Mike, earning a shrug. “He can put a-a-anything, humans included, i-in h-h-h-his portal by shoving i-it. It’s a h-hundred percent safe, a-a-and we’ve known each o-other for a while, so when an a-a-a-anomaly spotted us he t-t-transported m-me to safety. N-Now that here’s safe, h-he let me out.”

“So you are a hostage.”

"Dr. Harrison,” Fritz hisses.

Mike grins despite the accusation. “Shit, Jerber, I told you the hostage idea would be fucking perfect.”

“I’m not a h-h-hostage,” Jeremy almost pleads, shoving his companion away. “We’re friends.”

Uh huh. Sure. David doesn’t trust either of them. He wouldn’t on any other day but today, and with everything going on, he’s wanting to do nothing more than grab Fritz, grab James, and find another room to hide in until they figure out a plan. That’s his current priority, to get the two humans out of this damn facility where an ‘SCP’ won’t try to take them from him ever again.

“Does he chose where the portal goes?” James suddenly asks.

...what?

“N-No. It’s to different d-d-d-dimensions, technically in a ‘s-same spot’,” Jeremy murmurs, looking regretful. But then his brow furrows as the other blinks a few times, all of them able to see his mind working to understand the words. “Are you okay?”

“No,” has David concerned. Because seeing if a semi-trustworthy ‘SCP’ can get them outside is one thing, but admitting being vulnerable is something else entirely. And he doesn’t know how to feel about the look shot toward him before James continues. “I looked at it.”

“You dumbass,” the god immediately berates. Upset with himself for not connecting the dots. “I told you it was a goddamn telepath. That means don’t fucking look at it.”

“I had to aim.”

“It’s a flashbang you just have to throw it!”

“I-I can help,” Jeremy interrupts despite the fact this is the one time David has a legitimate reason to yell at his warden. But one yank on his sleeve from Fritz and he’s helping James closer toward the center of the room despite his instincts screaming at him not to. Pushes the redhead behind him as a demand one of the humans he’s protecting stays a safe distance away.

The mutt of an ‘SCP’ doesn’t try to get any closer. It only reaches into the air again to pull out a bag identical to the one’s most medical personnel have to pass to Jeremy. Then the kid slowly closes the gap until he’s close enough to tilt James’ head back to look him over. Grabs a tool that nearly has David lunging forward to grab it until he realizes it’s a common one human doctors use that shines a regular light.

“How is it e-effecting you?”

"It's hard to grab thoughts at times. Less of a filter. I bet I’m freaking David out acting so trusting.”

“Who wouldn’t?” the god defends. “You’re constantly paranoid, so it’s already bad considering it’s you. But humans are supposed to be terrified seeing things randomly appear!”

Mike raises an eyebrow. “Think I’ll fucking throw shit at you?”

“You don’t have any weapons?”

“Y-You should see his collection,” Jeremy chuckles as he reaches back into his bag. “I-It’s all items p-p-people set down n-next t-t-to him and didn’t realize would be used as collateral until it was t-t-too late.”

That sounds suspicious at the same time it doesn’t. He can’t think about it too long when Jeremy grabs a bottle of medicine, reaches out toward Mike to be given a water bottle, then offers both items to James.

“Woah, woah, woah,” David says as he leans forward to lower the offer’s arms ready to accept them. “What is that?”

“It’s the same pills I took when the chemical we were testing turned out to have bad psychic effects,” Fritz pipes up as he moves a few inches to the right in order for their eyes to meet. David’s a dumbass for not looking away the moment he realized puppy eyes were being used. “I recognize the name. I didn’t have any side effects from them, remember?”

...he did remember. It was a few months after David had been assigned an assistant, that announcement becoming the day he thought would be the worst one in the entirety of his existence. Because getting outsmarted by a mere mortal was embarrassing, but being forced to supervise a teenager had just been the giant cherry on top. The only ‘good thing’ about it was how obedient the mortal was. So quick to please everyone around him, the senior researcher he was assigned to above all.

He won’t admit it, but after a while he started to like the thought of someone looking up to him. David isn’t a god that’s worshipped, has no followers who would be willing to do his bidding. He liked the idea, of course he did, but it wasn’t a priority to put his energy toward something that wasn’t necessary.

So he started to loosen up on the kid after a while. Stayed stern and wouldn’t allow anything less than perfection, but he was enjoying playing pretend. Thought that finally something good came his way. Up until some dumbass neglected to inform them the liquid Fritz would be handling hadn’t been scanned, nor did they give the file of which ‘SCP’ it originated from. Seeing his assistant suddenly fall to the ground, eyes staring out at nothing, David was faced with the fact he had become attached.

He had James swear to never tell Fritz how panicked he was. Never to speak about how the officer had been pulled from a mission early due to David not allowing anyone close despite it being medical personnel only trying to help. Needed to be coaxed to sit by the redhead’s bed to watch so he didn’t hinder recovery.

Trapped James in a mug inside his realm when the officer fell asleep right after making a comment about David getting soft and caring about ‘mortal pests’. The payback of having said mug get shoved off the desk to make it shatter was worth it.

But after the embarrassing few days in which David nearly blew his cover due to not pretending to sleep because he wasn’t taking his eyes off Fritz for a second, the kid came back. Unharmed. Confused. Terrified. Nearly refused to take the same pills Jeremy’s holding out of fear it’ll only make it worse, send him back to wherever his mind had been. The god wouldn’t have enforced it, but James gave a compelling argument why it would be a bad idea not to.

They watched for side effects closely. James saved a few lives from David’s wrath considering Fritz could’ve died for such negligence. It worked out in the end, albeit with multiple personnel terrified to be alone in a room with a god who would have no issues revealing his identity if they so much as seem like they’ll step out of line.

David shakes his head to get rid of the memories. Instead of acknowledging it, he latches onto something else to bitch about. “What about the water?”

“It’s sealed. Y-Y-You can open i-it,” Jeremy says so earnestly, leaning forward in order to pass it over for inspection. Reminding him this is a doctor with special training dealing with ‘SCPs’. To be honest, he wouldn’t nearly be this untrusting if not for the chosen companion.

No, the irony is not lost on him considering he’s essentially what Mike is to Jeremy for James.

The officer suddenly snorts as if he could hear the thought. “You’re such a hypocrite, David.”

“Shut up. Take the damn medicine.”

James stares at the bottle. Passes it for David to open because the simple task apparently takes too much energy. Looks amused as all hell when he dry swallows a pill, the asshole lucky there’s witnesses or else he would’ve been drowned with the water. Sputters when the god decides fine, he'll be drinking it instead.

“That’s hardly fair.”

“This is the consequence to your actions, James.”

Jeremy gently pushes an open bottle into the officer’s hands. “It’ll b-b-be a while before the effect s-subsides.”

“Thank you. David, that means you’re coming up with the plans.”

Fritz is guaranteed sending a grateful smile, but he fixes Jeremy with a stare. “But they will go away.”

“Y-Y-Yes. It’s possible he might only n-need the one pill, but I-I've g-g-got plenty until it disappears completely.”

David finally nods. Growls at the elbow jab into his back. “Thank you.”

“Sorry for fucking up your original plans,” Mike says. “Didn’t goddamn mean to lead that bastard to you assholes.”

“It would’ve happened at some point,” James waves. Still dazed, but no longer looking completely exhausted. “I’m actually surprised we haven’t stumble upon anyone else.”

“That sounds b-bad,” Jeremy murmurs.

...it does, actually. It can’t be luck, David’s own or not, that has had them only encounter one hostile ‘SCP’. He doesn’t know how he feels about Mike and Jeremy, doesn’t trust them, but they only had bad timing. Well, the mutt did. The doctor’s a completely dumbass putting his faith in that thing. They aren’t putting Fritz and James’ lives at risk, though.

David sighs, long and hard. “I can’t sense the other ‘SCP’ in the hall. We should be safe to make our way to an exit.”

“Mike, did you commandeer any transmitters?”

The ‘SCP’ gives James a confused look before making what can only be described as a baton appear. And then a metal rod. A flat round object. A bag not too different from the one’s senior researchers carry.

“These fucking help?”

James looks almost relieved at seeing the items while David stares at them in horror. “Yes.”

“You said he didn’t have any weapons!” the god erupts.

“They’re n-n-not?” Jeremy begins as he slides the bag over to the officer, hunched in on himself as he fiddles with his hands to avoid eye contact “Well, m-m-maybe t-t-to Mike, but not to h-humans.”

David almost sputters at his mistake, because he had latched onto the fact they’re tools that are meant to hinder certain abilities only ‘SCPs’ have, not weapons against humans specifically by design. He wasn’t worried about himself necessarily, but if he’s incapacitated, and James still acting way too trusting, that would leave his two humans completely vulnerable.

They can’t know that, though. “The two bat-like objects definitely can’t be used to bash someone’s head in.”

The kid flinches from his harsh sarcastic tone. “B-B-But-”

“There is nothing that could convince me-!”

“David,” James interrupts, not looking up from his search. “I’ll turn a disrupter on if you continue harassing them.”

The god’s mouth snaps shut at the threat, not wanting the high-pitched noise that gives him a migraine so powerful he can barely move let alone think. It’s one of the annoying tools his warden had used almost constantly at the beginning of their contractual relationship. It got to a point David was practically begging they figure out a better option rather than being literally tortured.

They haven’t been used near him purposefully for a long time, but that doesn’t mean they won’t be if James has a good enough reason.

That’s when David realizes James interpreted ‘we’ as the five of them. He wants to bring Mike and Jeremy.

“You can't be serious,” he breathes. Lowers his head so only the officer can hear him. “You’re out for the count. Fritz can’t act as backup. And you want to bring them?”

“I do,” his warden responds just as quietly. “You know I’d never put Fritz in danger. But I am out for who knows how long. And I can’t confirm if this entire facility will be destroyed by one anomaly or another. You’re not the only god here.”

A shiver goes down his spine at the reminder humans didn’t always know when to stay out of things they don’t understand. David is one thing, the ‘SCP’ that chased them is another. But Eldrich beings have attempted to reach out to him when he went too many floors underground. Because he’s not at the top of the food chain, as much as it pains him to say it. There’s ways to make even him disappear and never reform like he’s just any other mortal.

“I don’t trust them.”

“Neither do I, but these are desperate measures.”

David glares. “If we’re that desperate, let me-”

“No,” is said so fiercely he can only stare as James clips a few items to his belt before pushing the bag over. They don’t say anything after that, the god obediently putting the strap over his shoulder to carry it. Allows the baton and metal rod to be added, the disk then kicked over toward Mike.

“Make it disappear?”

“You can.” James pauses, putting a hand against his forehead as a look of pain conquers his face. David doesn’t dare touch him. “It can, make an invisible barrier around anyone standing in a ten foot radius, including you. Just throw it to the ground and step on it to activate. The catch is no SCP can go inside or outside until it’s deactivated. Humans can go through it without issues.”

Mike hums in thought. “Badass.”

“That’s useful if we get c-chased again,” Fritz agrees.

James attempts to smile before it turns into a grimace. “If we get separated, it’s a good defense.”

Jeremy gives a sympathetic look at the officer clearly in pain. There’s no worry though, and that’s enough to calm David’s nerves, forcing himself not to demand answers for what looks like the psychic effects only getting worse. “W-W-We're joining you?”

"You helped me. Mike saved Fritz. You’re both personnel, and my job is to keep you safe.”

It’s impossible to miss the edge in his voice. His eyes losing their focus by the minute. Fritz glances between him and James, gently grabbing the man’s shoulder when David doesn’t react to the concerning sight. “Are you okay?”

“Fine, honestly. It comes in waves.”

David finally stands up. Offers a hand that James immediately takes to laboriously stand up. He can’t help but catch the relief, most likely assuming he wouldn’t want to help the mortal considering the pervious outburst. But he learned long ago he’s no more than another tool to the officer’s arsenal. They’re comfortable with each other with genuine trust, but it only goes so far. Keeping an almost professional boundary that isn’t allowed to be crossed.

Meaning the god respects not wanting to create a personal contract. But there’s no promise that the minute someone announces he’s an ‘SCP’ that David will stick around longer than he has to.

“Alright,” David begins, offering his hand to Fritz as he sizes Mike and Jeremy up. “Are either of you more familiar with the facility’s layout?”

“Mike knows th-th-the details, I know where the n-nearest e-e-exit i-is.”

“Then you two are leading. Go slowly and look around corners before turning them. If you see or sense anything, stop, don’t say a word, and let James or I take care of it. Understood?”

“Understood,” Jeremy nods as he begins to tremble, Mike giving a lazy salute. Making it clear they trust they won’t be left behind.

He doesn’t get paid enough for this. “Fritz, you’re staying in the middle with James. I’ll watch our backs.”

It doesn’t sound any better than the plan just before this, which is saying something considering it involved a flashbang, but it’s what they have. David can’t leave in case James or Fritz falls behind. He is not willing to trust the duo not to try anything while his back is turned. At least there’s no protests from the only person trained for these kinds of situations.

David takes a deep breath. Unhooks the temporary lock. Wrinkles his nose as Mike walks past him. Almost misses Jeremy following closely behind by how quickly the kid darts after the mutt. Then it’s James, Fritz, the god closing the door behind them before following the odd line.

The ‘SCP’ that chased them is no where to be seen. But as they pass by a hallway, David has to gently push Fritz forward when the redhead catches sight of the inevitable carnage of unlucky personnel that got in something’s way. Instead of making him worried something dangerous might be close by though, it actually takes a weight off his shoulders. The confirmation that they weren’t just holding their breath for when something catastrophic happens. The world is still spinning, they aren’t the only beings still inside the facility, and they can escape.

It’s slow progress, but it doesn’t look like James would be able to keep up witth a faster pace. David keeps looking over his shoulder, watching for things that are out of place, a shape in the distance that’s following them. Feels annoyed it seemed like progress they had previously made had been lost when-

Shit, that shadow didn’t move, did it?

He nearly runs into Fritz, barely realizing everyone had stopped in time to not trample the kid. But when he does, he’s almost confused as to why. A regular human carefully making their way down the hallway opposite of them isn’t something to worry about, just requires them to take a small detour. Well, maybe they can’t tell they’re not an ‘SCP’, only David can.

As he raises his hand toward Mike to turn right, he stops. Because the human seems familiar. In a bad way.

It’s almost like everyone’s reading his mind today, the human suddenly whirling around, as if spooked. It’s hard to tell from this distance what they’re looking at, but David feels eyes lock onto him at the same time he recognizes them.

It’s Scott. An absolute asshole and a stickler for doing everything by the book. Had quite a few fights regarding if a lab coat is really necessary to be worn.

...fuck it’s Scott.

“We’ve got to go,” David hisses, his heart beating rapidly with panic. Grabs Fritz’s hand as he motions for James to follow. Not caring if Mike and Jeremy listen because they need to get as far away from here as possible. “Now!”

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