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AUTHOR'S NOTE: ⚠ ⚠ ⚠ ⚠ ⚠ ⚠ ⚠ ⚠ PROCEED WITH CAUTION!!!! THIS HAS HEAVY THEMES AND INTENSE GORE AND THOROUGHLY DISTURBING SCENES, AND POTENTIALLY TRIGGERING TOPICS!!!! THIS SERIES WAS STARTED BY ME WHEN IN 2010, AND I HAVE BEEN WORKING ON IT SINCE THEN, SO, WELL, PLEASE BE NICE TvT. ALSO, PLEASE READ WITH A CAREFUL AND OPEN MIND EACH CHARACTER HAS A VERY SPECIFIC BACKGROUND, AND A GOOD MAJORITY OF THEIR PAST AND CURRENT LIFESTYLE ATTRIBUTES TO THE STORY AND IS ACTUALLY VERY IMPORTANT. MOST OF THEM HAVE A REASON FOR THEIR PARTICULAR LIVES, SO KEEP THAT IN MIND WHILE READING⚠ ⚠ ⚠ ⚠ ⚠ ⚠ ⚠ ⚠ ⚠ ⚠

Prologue

I knew we were running out of time. Oh, I'm sorry, I meant me, not we. I was all alone, wasn't I...

I struggled against the leather that bound my skin to this ungodly stone table, rubbing it red. It all made it real, too real.

What made me be here?

Why in god's name did I agree to this again?!

Spitting out a thick crimson wad of spit, a spluttering wheeze of a cough erupted from deep within my chest and I cursed out at the gods.

If they were listening, which is the way I acted, they'd have turned a blind eye at such a foolish child.

'You entered the arena of the men who wish to play god, willingly, might I add,' A rather shady looking god appeared in my mind as the hallucinogens' had been administered an hour prior. 'You might as well have chosen death, kid'

The drugs had burned so bad, but I guess it was better than feeling what they were going to do to me.

I was hot with shame, fear, and pain. Why was I chosen, what would I pose to them?

But this is the result of my own greed, isn’t it, I thought, spitting out a curse, body jerking upward with the sharp pain in my ribs and spine. This is why I didn’t trust people, why would I do this to myself?

Had I gone crazy, stupid, delirious?

God, I should have listened to him... he was right all along, and now he's gone too...

My head was killing me with a throbbing headache, at this point, I'd give anything for some anesthetics.

I knew I could die here, the other children's corpses told me that and the pungent smell of fear and blood. I wanted to gag, shuddering frequently. Despite my discomfort, I didn't speak anymore than to howl a foul word or two when the pain was unbearable.

I would watch and wait the best I could. What else could I do, really?

I mean, I was strapped down to a table, literally. I had, under my own free will, signed the papers. Even if I hadn't, A) Who would believe me that the famous, world renowned, Arrowsmith, would do this behind closed doors, and B) I was a street rat, how the heck could I afford a lawyer to stab the man who cut me?

I had nothing to lose (since I gave up on the value of my life) and yet all that I had to gain conflicted me.

Was the money really worth it?

Even if I desperately needed it, all the crap I had to endure throughout this ordeal was horrible.

Terrible.

Inhumane.

With each passing second, I wondered if I was really alive.

Maybe this was hell? Maybe I had already died, and this was the punishment I had to endure for the many sins and grievances I had caused.

My pills stared at me on the silver tray, the white was tainted with splatters of crimson.

What I was fed was insanity in the form of powder collected into small round disks.

The flavors were like acid, yet my body craved the searing pain. Shivers washed over me with each spasm that lurched me.

How many had I had to twist my mind to the point I believed in something I usually laughed at? I hadn’t prayed in years, but I was beginning to utter the words to an old hymn I learnt as a child.

To a passerby, it would have sounded like I’d lost my mind. I couldn’t form much more than babbling nonsense and sharp wheezy noises, like the notes a cat would shriek.

No, hell would be a vacation compared to this, it’s the drugs talking, I lifted my head up, letting the growing weight fall back with a sharp thud. It was stupid, but it let me think a little straighter with drugs clouding my mind.

The shooting pain and growing headache let me think a little clearer than before.

I needed my wits about me, my only two assets I could use in this situation really were my wits and sanity. It was all I had left. Speedy short breaths followed for the pain, yet my eyes focused a little better.

Wait, but I don't want to see this room, I groaned in my mind, lacking the strength to argue with myself. I couldn’t muster a self motivating speech, nor did I really want to.

The way our bodies were torn apart and put back together, how they treated us like ragdolls made me enraged. Yet, I couldn't do a thing, I had agreed to this…

Rolling my head to the side, I blinked slow, chest heaving.

I was tired, yet I had to remain strong, in mind if not body, I couldn't give up. Mental determination was my best trait! I lived on the streets, I could survive some freaky experiment, right?

Focusing hazy eyes, my gaze met the table a couple feet away from my own.

The boy on the table to my left was either unconscious or dead.

I hadn't seen his chest move, it seemed as if he hadn't breathed at all for the last 30 minutes. Well, it felt like that long, it was hard to read the clock with my brain clouded. I assumed that he was dead, not that it concerned me, all I needed was to make sure I was going to leave alive and be paid for my efforts.

Turning my head back, I stared at the ceiling, looking for the cracks to focus my mind. I lay there, pondering over my life choices, over what I felt and what I had seen in my short time on this earth. Had I made the most of life?

No.

I was an ant in this world, nothing I said or did mattered, society just wanted to squish me, grind me in the dust, and leave me to rot. The only remanint would be my burned, mud ridden skeleton, because that's what society did to you. The man burned you, scorned you, forced you to work until you were nothing but brittle bones left in the earth, hidden from the world to be forgotten. No one cared, that was clear as day to me.

Fair enough, I guess, I mean, what am I? Just a thief, a lost boy on the streets to be betrayed and disregarded. If I had enough strength left, I would have laughed, yet the tightening feeling in my scarred chest seared, burning a gaping hole in my lungs. The most I could muster was a hoarse chuckle.

Would I be missed?

Wait, do I even have anyone to miss me? Green eyes relaxed, hoping the next drug would stop the throbbing in my veins that felt like bursting.

Would Damian miss me?

I shook my head, letting out a sigh as I tried to relax and ignore the pain. He left, so probably not, especially after what I did, tearing us apart....

Maybe they’ll put me out of my misery now, I mean what else do I have to live for?

I chuckled to myself with closed eyes. My death would be covered up more than likely, it was humorous to me. I had fantasied regularly about my demise, I would have preferred to die in a more comfortable place, sure, but I guess it could have been worse, I could be rotting on a spike, bleeding, and discontent.

Well, not that they did that in real life anymore, this wasn't the 18th century.

Beggars can't be choosers, I huffed, licking my chapped lips, though it was a futile effort since my whole mouth felt rather lacking in the fluid department.

Was this my punishment for my disregard of the law?

I let out even, deep breaths, in and out. The longer I was here, the more I felt at peace.

I was almost falling asleep when a loud shriek burst out, I almost had a heart attack.

If I wasn't restrained to the table, I probably would have fallen over in shock.

The boy on the table next to me, drenched in his own blood, began to thrash about, screaming in some language I couldn't comprehend as I stared at the sight, ears ringing.

It took a few minutes, but his shrieking was soon joined by the chorus of footsteps thrumming against the thick tiles as a hoard of people in hazmat suits poured in.

They surrounded the dripping boy, blood and sweat mixing as his eyes darted around the room, pupils blown wide. The saliva running down his face, and ruffled jett black hair made him look rather feral, like a wild animal.

I could read the fear, confusion, and pain in his unique blue orbs and twisted expression. I was mesmerized, never having seen such a beautiful, nor unique color in a person's eyes before. He felt what I was feeling, only escalated, he was trapped in the same cage as I, only he was suffering more. It made me wonder when my turn would come as I shrunk back into the table.

I was too tired to wonder how he was still alive, neck cracking and aching at the strain as I watched.

Then, what I assumed to be some forms of scientists, poked and prodded at him in excitement, chattering away in yet another language I didn't understand.

The boy cast me a fearful and outraged glance, spitting at the closest scientist.

I was promised money, I was promised that this would help me. That I would feel better after this, but were they going to do that to me?

I needed this money, I needed a better chance at life. Heck, I needed a new life, one where I would be born into a proper family, one that loved and kept me. Where I could have at least one proper meal a day, maybe a dog to run around in the backyard with.

I wasn’t asking for much!

This was, as they had said, ‘The opportunity of a lifetime!’

Opportunity my ass! What sort of messed up lifetime do they have, because I was frightened of dying here and now on this table!

I squirmed, biting my lip in frustration at the strain on my body and the chafing burn on my skin.

The group turned my way as they pulled an inoculate mask over the boy, who fought the best he could until he was knocked out.

In their hands were shiny scalping knives, goggles glowing in the dark room.

I glared, hissing out a threat, a curse, spitting out a mixture of blood and spit.

They approached slowly, murmuring in fast succession.

And I prayed.

Goodbye, don’t remember me.

" ‘re’s no ‘n left, ‘nyway."

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Blood splattered around each and every surface. My heart and chest thumped rapidly, the beginnings of smoke streamed about and sirens rung through my ears, bouncing about my ribcage all the way down my legs.

Where was I?

What happened?

My eyes couldn't focus, everything was too much. I was too overwhelmed.

Burning paper and crunching black wood fell all around me, and a single figure stood.

It was a boy, he couldn't be much older than I.

I couldn't make out his features, I was too weak to focus.

He stood amongst the chaos, turned away from me.

Despite the roaring flames a few steps away from him, he shivered.

Hugging himself, rough, cold wind lashed his skin, shaking the leaf boy.

Then he fell.

The smoke, the breeze, the sirens, it all hurt my head. Nothing was making sense, it was all out of order, and it made a hot trail down my cheek.

The salt tears stung, yet they wouldn’t stop.

Breathing became too difficult, and my head throbbed to the point I couldn't take it anymore. I was tired, in pain, dazed and confused.

But I wasn’t scared.

The last thing I saw was the gleam of a pair of thin rectangle glasses perched upon a sharp face.

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Blinking, the boy sat up, whipping his head about, he searched for smoke, for flames, for anything.

It was so real, He thought, gripping his bed sheets. Too real...

Chapter one - Dull office makes for dumb days!

I watched shapes fly by in a blur outside the car window, music blocking out everyone and everything. My headphones sat tight over my ears, tangled in amongst my wavy length. As irritating as it was, I put up with it.

Every movement I made, a hair would get caught and I’d feel a sharp tug at my scalp, but I just ignored it.

I could feel Father’s gaze turn back to me every few minutes, dark blue eyes trying to figure me out, wanting to know what I was thinking, what I was feeling.

Subtly, I pushed my round glasses up and kept quiet, not going to feel obliged to respond to these desperate attempts of futile bonding, it wasn’t worth the hassle.

It never was.

Just focus on something else, anything else. That was what I told myself, and that was what I would stick with.

Mother, on the other hand, was too occupied with the road ahead to bother with an attempt at conversation.

I was thankful for this, if they both had been on my case, then I would have been doomed.

As sweet and innocent as she seemed, the woman was pretty damn persuasive.

Keep on acting as if I don't know, The thought left a bitter taste in my mouth. Should I be offended you think I'm so stupid, or be 'grateful' since we haven't had the 'Divorce' talk yet...

Pretending everything was alright was stressful for all parties involved, besides, as a government official's child, appearances obviously had to be kept up.

Scrolling through my phone, I smiled at the pictures from the party I had DJ'd the other night, not that anyone knew it was me under the helmet.

I could feel fathers gaze continuously turn back to me every few seconds. He wasn't subtle, bluntness and making things clear was both his biggest strength, and yet also his biggest flaw. I kept quiet, focusing on my phone, on the music, on something else, anything else. But either way, I was drawn back to my awkward and hurtful reality.

When green orbs met blue, Father turned away, bearing the same burden known as awkwardness. That was one of the few things we had in common. We both were rather uncomfortable people. Father looked out his window, thoughts wrinkling his face almost to the point of a scowl. Huffing, he placed his hand turned over next-to mother's.

It was a desperate attempt to appear calm and 'happy'. Mother let out a humm of surprise, but then smiled, enterwining her fingers with his.

She pulled off a cheerful and eager look better than my dear old dad did, yet there was always some sort of telltale sign I could find in the image.

This time, gazing just beyond her seat, I could see her hand on the wheel slightly grip. I didn't like feeling anger, and frustration, but the more they delayed telling me that they wanted to split up, the more I wanted to throw things, throw a tantrum, cry, scream. Anything to show them how it affected everyone in our house.

They might not think it, but for me, they both were easy to read. It was so obvious to tell the mood they were in. The little habits they had, like Mother tended to clean when she was stressed, and Father baked when he was anxious and needed to relax, and he brushed his hair back alot when he overthinks. That's probably why his hair was so greasy.

Stop trying so hard, Rolling my eyes, I chewed the inside of my cheek to at least try to calm down my stomach. I know you're forcing it...

My parents were obsessed with public image, or rather to seem together. They weren't even close to being the happy family people thought we were. They argued, threatened divorce and worse, as if I'd turned deaf, like I couldn't hear them. It happened almost everyday, and made the atmosphere so incredibly uncomfortable.

It was painful to watch, even just hearing it put a strain on my already fragile heart. But, I'm used to this, they've been doing this for almost two years now. I kind of felt guilty, like it was my fault. I mean, why else would they stay together if they hate eachother so much, if not to take care of me?

They must feel guilty, so it's to the point they go through a whole grin and bear it routine.

Well, it's that, or they did it for their job.

I mean, if someone can't keep their marriage together, how could they hold such an important government jobs?

After driving for what felt like hours, we finally entered the cage of a forest, making our way to what I called ' The safe hold.'

The New Hampshire Divisional Covert Facility, or, if you’re lazy, the N.H.D.C.F.

It was really out the way of any people, off the grid, deep within the thick dense forest to a far off clearing. I had wondered many times how my parents even had landed this job, but I never asked.

I never expected a reply.

I had no clue what they actually did in their 'very important job's' but whatever it was, it was extremely top secret, or something like that.

After a excruciatingly long bumpy drive through the rather unstable road, I tried to suppress the strange chill coursing through my body, and the feeling my heart had taken a trip to my throat. Unease washed over me, and I had the strangest feeling something was wrong.

Oh so very wrong.

Pulling my red and black flannel shirt closer to my body, I focused on my breathing as we pulled up to the gate.

It's ok, Bridget, everything is fine, I reassured myself, wondering what this sense of dread was. It's probably just the atmosphere in the car!

Perking up, I watched the road ahead, pausing my music. I had been here before, but it wasn't too often I came with my family to the facility. Usually I would be at school, or when they traveled overseas, I'd go with them (Which happened a lot). They did tend to work most weekends, not that they complained, if anything, they both were rather passionate about their jobs. But on weekends, I'd stay home, so I couldn't understand why today was different.

The only conclusion that my already strained mind could comprehend was that it must be 'the day'.

The day they finally talk to me, and tell me 'We are getting a divorce'.

My thoughts only could line up to that, maybe it was because I constantly was preparing myself for the conversation. I mean we'd be in a professional environment, I'd have to be just that, professional. No way could I have a tantrum, or cry out here.

But then and again, whenever I came here, they'd send me to another room to wait while they did work. And today was going to be a special day, since I wouldn't be alone. Some of our international representatives would be visiting with some of their kids, so I'd have them for company.

Oooh, they want to socialize me, and that way by being around others, I still can't cry! Very clever, I narrowed my eyes, swallowing a whimper as I felt tears pricking my eyes. My overthinking was getting the better of me.

I didn't notice we had pulled up to the front security box as I buised myself with wiping away tears, hiding my look of despair.

Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, just breathe, I repeated the mantra, avoiding the obvious gaze of a curious old man sitting in his booth.

"Afternoon, Henry"

"Afternoon, Ma'am, Sir"

Something about the crickity old man always set me off into a spiral of bad vibes. He made me rather uncomfortable, and he always stared so intently at me, like he was expecting something.

As we pulled up to the car park, I could just feel the sentence coming as I slipped out of the car hastily.

"You--"

"Need to stay in the room, follow the rules, etc. etc, we've been through this, I got it," I muttered curtly, abnormally harshly. Despite my tone not being appreciated, Father nodded.

"Let's go, team!" Mother cheered, almost skipping as we walked into the building. The overpowering smell of Kleenex stung my nose as I scrunched up my face. As always, the N.H.D.C.F was impossibly ugly. Mismatched colors, and dieing plants. It was rather warm as well, and it blasted you in the face when you entered the building. It was never appreciated and the heat carried all sorts of smells that made you feel delirious.

I hated it, I mean, how could anyone work in such an environment?!

The Michaels trio were uniform, falling into the usual line.

Mother in the lead, head high, chest puffed out as she walked with a cheery confidence. People tended to double take when they saw her in the facility. She had soft youthful features, and a childish quality to her. She was full of life and playful, yet set and determined, always fixated on the task ahead. She had persistence on her side, and could get anything accomplished if she tried.

Father followed precisely 4 steps behind her, standing up straight, shoulders taught, gaze clouded with a diligent seriousness and a whole universe worth of crunching numbers flowing from his mind. Almost everything the tall man did was meticulously planned out, he was set in his ways, and had a no nonsense attitude.

And then there was me, meekly taking the rear of the line, lagging almost 12 steps behind, spine curved reflexively forward, nose glued to my phone as I tugged my headphones around my neck.

I was a teenager, was what most would think, but it was actually a form of coping with the stress of meeting expectations. If I engaged or looked like I wanted to interact with others, I'd have to be all 'Adult-y'. I hated that, and the staff members of this place always asked the most awkward questions.

Quickly pressing a tight hug to my mother and a mild bow to my father, we headed off our separate ways.

When I was finally alone, I let out a groan at the scenery around me.

The halls stunk of a mixture of unsavory air fresheners, markers and cleaning products and the colors were so dull and bland.

My sneakers squeaked relentlessly on the sticky marble floors.

"I guess this is the place where all creativity comes to die" I murmured to myself, mildly amused. I always had some form of witty criticism about this place. It wouldn't be the same without a snarky remark about how utterly dead and ugly this place was.

The dull grey and blues made me want to be sick, being the visually driven person I was.

"If only they'd let me fix this place up" Breathing a sigh, I chuckled to myself, flicking through a few of my Pinterest boards, ideas flowing through my mind.

It made me miss my room.

Shutting off my phone, I stopped in front of a door. It muffled cries of anguish and mockery, despite being 'Sound-proof'.

An familier and rather high pitched 'SHUT-UP!' could be heard, electing a grimace and the tightening of my shoulders as I prepared for a head-ache.

Flinching at the impact of cold steel in my palm, I pulled the door open wide.

Warmth and sunlight hit me in waves of jubilation, and my world exploded with color.

Red velvet furniture, couches, purples, black and white walls, colored glass panes.

Everything looked and felt so inviting, I was in awe.

This place had looked so distasteful and honestly kind of tacky the last time I had been here, they must have done some serious renovations since then.

The first thing you saw when you walked in was a huge, clear window spanning from the floor to the roof that had to be at least 3 meters long and 4 meters tall.

We were on the 5th floor, so you had a beautiful view of the forest-scape and a far away lake, all set up with a rosy sun shining in the background.

A boy sunken in a giant purple bean bag sat by his lonesome in front of the window, facing away from me. Shifting from foot to foot nervously, I noticed he was reading a thick book on Quantum Mechanics and Physics.

Despite soaking up the rays, he wore very formal, and layered clothing.

Long black trench coat, high waisted triple button jeans, a tucked in white button up, and a setesdalsgenser lay seated beside him.

His pale skin gave off the illusion that he was glowing in the sun.

Shifting my gaze, I turned to an argumentative pair, the girl in which being the voice I heard before.

Without a door muffling her, she made me want to cover my ears, her voice echoing across the room and into the depths of the hall.

She was a petite girl, thin, with almost a doll-like regal quality to her, though she was shorter by several inches.

She had a childish quality to her, and yet a mature look as she clenched her fists, poking her tongue at her counterpart, who leant against the kitchen counter, grinning lazily, "Am I bothering you, Mulan?~"

I hesitated, edging forward, then backwards.

What should I do?

"Could you two please act more civilized, in case you hadn't noticed, there is someone at the door"

The beanbag boy's voice was sharp, yet dancing with the notes of a usually gentle foreign tone. His please was laced with poison, and he acted as if his 'civilized' mannerisms were met by aliens. To him, he was talking to the unruly wildlife and the seemingly illiterate. Or at least that was what I read in the glint in his eyes.

"The door?" The girl repeated with a naïve innocence radiating as she tilted her head.

"You know, that piece of wood with metal sticking out of it that you had to open to get in this very room" Bean Bag-boy muttered sarcastically.

A chuckle on the couch alerted me to the figure lounging on the red velvet couch.

"Easy now, she is just distracted by her 'best friend' "

A gorgeous tan figure lounging on the couch piped up, stifling a yawn. He had a genuine smile written all over him and a relaxed, calm manner.

In the sun, his eyes glowed, beconing me forward. Taking a few more hesitant steps, I edged closer into the room.

Beanbag boy scoffed quietly, dark blue eyes flicking back to me briefly, yet he never turned around, muttering a string of incoherent sentences into his book.

"..." Swallowing, I looked to the ground for comfort, feeling a tad unwelcome.

"Sorry about him, he's a little intense " The boy on the couch ran his fingers sleepily through his hair, standing up good mannerdly.

I didn't even have a chance to respond as I was tackled in a hug, "BRIDGETTTTTTT"

Glaring, Beanbag boy had somehow gotten up without our realization, and kicked the door shut, electing a yelp out of me and my petite friend.

He stalked back to his seat, muttering something along the lines of, 'Raised in a barn, I swear'

"H-Heya Jai--"

The smaller girl nuzzled into my shoulder affectionately, giggling like a mad woman. Long, gorgeous brown- black hair loosely tied back with thin red, blue and black silk ribbons rubbed against my skin, frizzing up from the casual display of affection.

Bound in tight, yet beautiful traditional Chinese clothing, her posture was rather tense and unnaturally straight.

"You know 'Her Highness'?" The Russian with whom she had previously been arguing with loomed over us, curiously bright. Mainly it was because of his large build, but I couldn't help but shrink down. It was hard to describe the feeling, but he at the same time, was and wasn't intimidating.

"She's my best friend!"

"Heyyyy, I thought I was your best friend"

"In your dreams!"

"You dream about me?~"

"Shut up!"

"Very persuasive argument"

"I said shut up"

"Wow, your vocabulary of insults is just soo fascinating, isn't it, so extensive, so broad" Beanbag boy piped up sarcastically. He wanted to start something.

Maybe it was his only source of entertainment.

"Extens-wat? What does that even mean?!"

Jai lee turned back to beanbag-boy, starting a mini argument over his words. I was admittedly surprised the stoic (and stuck up) boy indulged her nonsense. He must have been incredibly bored.

"You must be the illustrious Dimitri Ivanov, i've heard so much about you" My words felt awkward, and I could only guess how anti-social I was coming across as.

"That I am, I cannot however say I am aware of who you are, дорогой друг (dear friend)"

He was tall, with a thick Russian accent, yet he had a rather soft voice. Set amongst pale skin was the most eye-catching deep-set blue orbs, with the most unique shade of blue I'd ever seen in a person's eyes.

They were dark and light at the same time, purple dancing in between a thin line of grey and a dash of green.

It was strangely hypnotic.

"I--"

Cut off by a loud hiss, sounding scarily like a pair of feral cats, my head whipped around, eyes blown wide in surprise. Covering my ears, Dimitri leant against a counter, amused, "They should call her, 'Your Loudness' rather than highness"

"Oh shut up" Jai lee rolled her eyes moodily, fists clenched.

She stalked away from Beanbag boy, clearly through with whatever he had said to her.

The said boy grimaced, gritting his teeth in an ill tempered manner.

"I'm Bridget Michaels" I tried again, introducing myself nervously.

"Lovino Ricci '' The Italian on the couch smiled lightly.

Lovino was nice. Well, he seemed nice. There was a certain genuinity to him. Then and again, I couldn't judge a book by its cover.

Or could I? I mean, I was assuming the best in him, so this was the exception, wasn't it?

"You already know i'm Jai lee, and this is Dimitri, aka the most annoying man in the world" Jai lee's words were basically rushed and incomprehensible due to the fact she was acting like a child high on caffeine, bouncing about and babbling nonsense.

Glancing over my shoulder, I gazed at the boy on the beanbag.

"Oi, introduce yourself!" Jai lee snapped at him. "Stop being rude, jerk!"

Could have sworn I saw a vein protruding from his temple, and he tried to ignore us by holding his book up higher.

Jai lee won't let this go....

"I won't stop nagging you, what's your name, what's your name, what's your name--"

"ANDERS BORJA" Anders slammed shut his book, looked over his shoulder and literally threw his book in her direction. I barely had time to react as Dimitri became a blur, snatching the book up before it hit the floor.

"You know this book is important to you, what have we said about throwing your belongings when 'Her Highness' is being annoying?" Dimitri purred, sounding like an adult talking to a small child.

Anders rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath, moodily he slowly took his heavy book off the Russian.

Sitting down at the table, Jai lee and Lovino joined me.

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"What subjects do you like in school?" Lovino asked curiously, glancing up briefly from his drawing.

"...Math(?)" I sounded more like a question rather than an answer, but I was substantially more relaxed than when I first arrived. Green eyes smiled at me, clearly pleased with my answer, yet I knew no matter what I would have said, he would have smiled.

In the few hours I had known him, I could tell he was a kind soul who cared about those around him, no matter who you were.

"Yessss!" Jai lee cheered, throwing her hands up in the air, knocking pencils to the tiled floor with an echoing clatter.

Lovino rested an elbow idly on the table, delicately shading his drawing while continuing the conversation, "I love math as well, i'm not very good at many other subjects admittedly"

"Really?!"

The moment it came out of my mouth, I immediately slapped a hand to my mouth, "I'MSORRYTHATWASRUDEOFME--"

Light, musical laughter sounded from his mouth, and in the corner of my eye I saw a sickly dark blue glare.

"It's ok, I never really spent much time in school anyway, I was usually out at photoshoot's, so I tended to miss a lot of school," Lovino shrugged. "I tried to fit some studying in between, but the work never really clicked with me because I was mostly self taught, and I rarely had time for a tutor... my parents never really pressured me to do better either, so learning was kind of hard for me... only math, Italian and english stuck"

I had learnt that Lovino had become a young model in his pre-teen years, and was rather well known in Italy for some of his work. Made sense based on his looks and style.

"Math was fun for me, it always made sense, well, actually no, a lot of questions were weird... like the sentences they'd be written in" Jai lee piped picking up the pencils from the floor.

"You mean the context that'd be given~" Dimitri singsonged.

"Ah yes, math, the only time where people buy inconspicuous amounts of sh*t and NOONE thinks to ask why. One of the many mysteries in life" Anders rolled his eyes with biting sarcasm. He lay bored in the sun, book skewed on the floor on top of his neatly folded jacket.

Jai lee poked her tongue out at him, to which he responded with a lazy raised middle finger without opening his eyes.

Another half hour passed and everyone was growing bored. Many topics had been issued and the conversation was beginning to drown out. General chatter and questions about each other had been asked. It was interesting to find that everyone in the room knew at least one person in the room in some way.

I knew Jai lee, Jai lee knew Dimitri, Dimitri knew Anders, and Anders knew Lovino.

It felt a little coincidental, but then and again, with the line of work out parents were in, I shrugged the thought away. Dimitri had long since abandoned his strange looking phone, a very D.I.Y looking piece of technology that rested for an eternity in his hand as he typed away with speedy thumbs, walking circles around the table whilst he chatted eagerly with the recipient.

Lovino was drawing picture after picture, it seemed he had a real artistic talent, and Jai lee...

Well, Jai lee had taken to rolling around the floor since she was bored of raiding the pantry, and Anders had threatened to break her hand if she poked him again.

She offered me to join her, to which I politely declined the princesses offer.

Yes, she was my best friend, however 'rolling about the floor was best suited for the professionals', as Dimitri had stated. It was, however, nice to be in the same room with my best friend. It wasn't too often we got to meet in person, due to the whole 'living in different countries' thing.

Scrunched up bundles of paper that littered the floor all ended up in Dimitri's hands eventually and would make a swift course to the back of Anders head.

The Norwegian refused to acknowledge the constant cycle, but it was clear he was getting irritated if his growling meant anything.

"You're really good at art" I complimented, to which I earned a stunning smile.

"Thank you, I spend alot of my time drawing, so I appreciate the compliment"

"Yeah, actually Lovino here designed my tattoo" Dimitri pulled down the corner of his shirt's neckline, revealing a black bird mid-flight with a blue flower in its beak. Underneath the tail feathers lay four stars.

A blush covered my olive skin at the amount of flesh he was showing, shoulders tucking into my body.

Chuckling, Dimitri let the fabric run backup to its original position.

"I got it a few years ago, to commemorate my mother's... passing"

My heart twinged, Jai lee looked away, and Lovino dipped his head in respect, whispering a small prayer.

Gazing at the inside of his right forearm, I noticed another tattoo.

"What's that one?" I asked, Jai lee rolling over to us from her spot on the floor, clutching his arm curiously to inspect the black markings up his arm.

"血で血を洗う。(Washing blood with blood), a Japanese proverb" Dimitri translated.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Jai lee asked confused, running a dainty finger along the markings. "I don't remember this one

"I got it recently, it's to do with family, I would explain it, but it will just go over your head" Dimitri pat her head, ruffling her hair. "Family is the most important thing in the world to me"

Jai lee, though irritated she was being undermined, sat back, mentally trying to work out what it meant.

How can you wash blood with blood?

You could practically see the confusion written all over her face. Humming, Dimitri swiftly made a paper plane, setting its course for the back of Anders head.

True to his aim, it hit its mark.

It was like setting off a bomb.

Or, at least that's what I visualized with that short temper of his.

"That's it," He stood up, shoved his book in his bag and made his way to the door. "F*ck you, f*ck this place, f*ck--"

He cut himself off to curse some more in his language, teeth grit, fists clenched.

He seemed rather unsettled, like something was bothering him outside of the room.

The whole time we were here, he kept glancing back at the door with a dark gaze. It wasn't irritation, but like he was expecting something bad to happen.

The anticipation had him on edge, his nerves were getting to him.

"W-wait, we aren't supposed to leave the r--" I shrunk back at his seething glare, letting out an involuntary squeak of distress. Shrinking down, I shifted closer to Lovino and Jai lee, swallowing nervously.

"Oi! You don't talk to my best friend like that!" Jai lee's words were thrown over everyones head as the pale boy scoffed, silencing any words from his mouth with a look Lovino sent his way.

"Hm..." Dimitri leant against his knuckle, a thoughtful smile lighting up his features, along with an inquisitive, knowing likeness in his eyes.

"Bridget has a point, Anders, we aren't supposed to leave the room, what if we get caught?" Lovino stood up, placing a hand lightly on his friend's shoulder. The next words to come out of his mouth were much more quiet, and felt rather personal. "Look, don't get me wrong, I know what you think about them..."

"After all we researched, I need physical proof, Lovi" Anders whispered back, eyes meeting Dimitri.

The Russian blinked slowly, giving nothing away except a flicker of agreement.

"I wanna explore too!!!" Jai lee jumped about cheerfully.

Turning to me, Lovino sighed, "It seems we are two to two...."

Biting my inner cheek, I felt the soft plush flesh slide between my teeth. It was to calm my racing nerves. I didn't want to disappoint my father, but why did I have the feeling something more was going on?

Something didn't feel right.

Ever since we entered the forest, I could feel something was off. The atmosphere, my instincts screaming to run, and that weird pulsing feeling in my throat.

All that topped off by Anders behaviour unsettled me, I felt like something bigger was going on.

Am I missing something? I wondered anxiously.

Lovino and I communicated with our eyes, gazes turning from doubt, to concern to something that said, 'I need to tell you something...'

"Umm, Bridget, there's something--"

Turning away, we came to the realization that we were the only ones in the room.

"Come on," Rubbing his temples, Lovino sighed, used to Anders' stubborn nature. "Looks like it's up to us to keep them in check...."

#predatory minds #chapter one #prologue

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moth-sys · 3 years

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🌓being a fictive is really just experiencing your own trauma and betrayals in third person and Still being like “this hurts genuinely so much” bc your memories update like a little [ping!]

i just wanted a cookie stand with my husband this is wild :(

#ranboo 🌓#fictive #system blog #foolish i trusted you man... what the heck :(#i’m not gonna be so like. i dunno i don’t want eret to be upset that i’m mad at Their husband so ill be fine but. dude. :(

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daimonhalos · 3 years

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Appreciation post for the eggpire and more during the red banquet cause I'm not seeing enough love for how well they organized and delivered and because I'm so proud of cc!Bad for how far the Bloodvines arc has gone ♥ (this stuff is from Bad's vod btw)

Also something to cheer people up a bit in case the lore got u hard like it got me cause I'm still not okay bestie <3

The starting soon screen being an animation (with glitches to show another frame!!) plus the jazzy electro-swing soundtrack underneath. Just such a good intro, I felt like I was actually in the waiting line for an event, just awesome.

Ponk. Just Ponk, dapper man, handsome Ponk just standing there. Gorgeous, thank you, standing ovation, I love him.

Just everything Bad and Ant did with the building of the room, the stairs!! The coat room!!! The statues right in front of the table, everything looked SO pretty.

ANT MY BELOVED LOOKING HANDSOME AS ALWAYS I just loved all their outfits. The banquet's skins just SLAPPED HARD.

The little moment where Bad changed view of his character and we could see him, Ant and Ponk cwc

Bad singing >>>>>>>>>>

Everyone getting lost despite the oak signs

THE ARC ABOVE THE DANCEFLOOR, WHAT THE HELL YOO

Bad complimenting everyone on their outfits and giving out some gapples here and there

Bad also always repeating the same catchphrases

Sam just drinking copiously and the dumpy situation

People actually dancing + HBomb being the dj

Puffy walking around Bad to see his outfit and complimenting him, just felt like their old friendship cwc

FOOLISH GAVE BAD A FLOWER <3

Bad scolding George for not wearing an outfit (Sam's "his name is Gogy and he is beautiful")

"It's almost time for the feast. It's gonna be delicious." the foreshadowing

Everyone dancing together cwc

"minecraft dancing is speed squats" eret ilu

Bad and Ant complimenting moment ♥

The eggpire all on the same side of the table. Them

Ponk's little "Hello!" after Bad said he made the soup, plus everyone going "good job!!" just twt

When Bad started asking if anyone wanted to give a toast, I realized eventually that this was more of a disguised "Want to say your last words before death?" and it now sounds s o freaking cool. ye s

P O N K 'S S P E E C H

"you look beautiful right now" sam i will cry

When in the middle of his speech, Bad turns to Ant who's already looking at him, nods, Ant nods back, and as Bad turns around again we can see Ant walking away from his seat. I am OBSESSED with this scene, like you already know something is about to go down and oh gosh it was delivered so good

THE LAVA COMING DOWN FROM THE CEILING AS BAD KEPT TALKING, NONE NOTICING, HIM TALKING ABOUT HOW THE BANQUET WILL BE UNFORGETTABLE. SO HOT

"And yeah! Thank you for coming everybody" the little mischievous giggles right after "And prepare uh ... yep. Prepare to die." AND THEN HE FUCKIGN DRINKS FROM HIS GLASS LIKE COME ON YOU CANT BE ANY COOLER THAN THAT YOOO

"The leaf is staying the way it is" you can hear the laughter in his voice like HAH GOTTEM that's so good

Bad still giving Hbomb gapples cwc

"Where you looking for this perchance?" AND THEN EQUIPS THE ENTIRE ARMOR AND WEAPONS E Y E when the twists started dude. this si where the twists started and never ended

HANNAH CROSSING SIDES AND SIDING WITH THE EGGPIRE. QUEEN SHIT that was such a cool moment for her i'm so glad she's getting her moment

The eggpire laughing, just pure villainy, love them

"Time to get on the main event" the nonchalance. The way they equipped the crossbows and readied the arrows at the same time. B r u h fucking awesome they are

The eggpire faking being afraid when Sam was talking about blowing the egg up. Sad that we already knew about the obsidian thing, but still made it a very cool scene. Especially right after when they started laughing at them again. I don't know what it is about it but I love them being so sassy.

FREAKING EXECUTIONS THEY WORKED FOR MASS EXECUTIONS they were able to trap all those freaking people!! And trick them and counter attack all the time! what the fuck, I'm so impressed

Thank you Fundy for sounding super terrified /gen ♥

Wait ahah they really said EGGSECUTION-

THE EGG HATCHES THE EGG HATCHES THE EGG HATCHES im not saying IT but im saing Velvet

"Follow me! Follow me!" HANNAH SOUNDED SO ENTHUSIASTIC i love

"We trusted you!" "Well, that was your first mistake-" THE WAY BAD WAS ABOUT TO LAUGH. DUDE they definitely had so much fucking fun making this

sassyboyhalo

Foolish acting thank u ily. Also the thunder not working what the heck i wanna know what was going on inside his mind right then he sounded so lost. THE ACTING

"Sacrifice!" Hannah idk how to say this but I love you

ANT MOMENTTTT

When puffy called them selfish i was expecting bad to just do a huge double take. I wanted him to snap immediately PLEASE SNAP-

BAD DELIVERING AGAIN WITH THE AMAZING ACTING

"Not just for the egg but for what the egg is going to give us" he's so desperately trying to make them udnerstand it promised him his friend back he literally mentions it every single time but everyone calls him selfish because they think he wants power when he just wants skeppy's friendship back in this essay I will- Anyway yes I love that he never explicitly says it because it kills us viewers with pain cause we KNOW and then the reveal will be 100 times more powerful. This is so awesome

"I can't stop Quackity and you know why I can't stop. If I stop I can't get what I need." his voice grew so much lower like he's just holding back MAN I HH IT WAS SO GOOD

SECRET RETREAT ROOM YOOO

Ponk giving Bad some food and telling him to stay safe, Bad telling both Hannah and Ponk to stay safe too. My tears

And now the solo Bad lore part, where we actually see the true part of him that's absolutely devastated and makes me cry, the way he acted all confident and then saw everything crumble in a few seconds and now he's destroyed again because what if they find a way to destroy the egg what then? what if he never gets skeppy back? dude, you can just read his emotions it's so sad and i love how it was portrayed

"I know where I can go. I know who I can see!" BDI REF BDI REF FOR SURE I have a feeling that's going to be explained in the next lore stream with Skeppy and I'm so hype. I love the little crumbs of references here and there.

"But now they have it.." he sounded so broken??? bad your acting please ill cry

"I didn't really want to hurt anybody" his true self trying to get back cwc especially because he's farther away from the egg. I just love the transition between the guy Bad portrays who's so sure about the egg when it's in front of others and the doubts and anxiety he actually has when he's alone. Just so cool

"Did I screw up?" im just pointing out everything that moves me emotionally cause these people's acting is so cool

Ending the stream with simple black background my beloved

Okay but really I'm so so so proud of the ccs for making this happen and it's only going upwards, I'm literally so in awe, they really said go big or go home

Free space for Ant's villain speech I wasn't able to hear yet, but they said it was v cool, so I'm trusting people on this

Thank you for listening, stan Bloodvines arc /hj

If I made typos no I didn't

#badboyhalo #antfrost #ponk #hannahxxrose #captain puffy #awesamdude #fundy #foolish gamers #hbomb94 #georgenotfound #velvetiscake #skeppy #quackity #dream smp #dream smp spoilers #purp pls stop #long post #red banquet

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nho-jungle · 3 years

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this is my addition to the hermitcraft propaganda. this is focused at dsmp fans bc i am one.

hermitcraft is a long running smp that started in 2012. it runs in seasons, with each season lasting around a year, often just over. they are currently on season 8, and started fairly recently.

the players on hermitcraft tend to change each season, but i have compiled a list of who i think you might enjoy, based off of your favourite dsmp member!

(feel free to add ur own suggestions too!)

IF YOU LIKE... TOMMYINNIT-

MumboJumbo: have you got ADHD? do you love how tommyinnit says Things and other people get confused? well then MumboJumbo is the hermit for you! he's absolutely absurd. a spoon. he's also over 6ft tall and built like a brick shit house. insane. this man is an enigma. he's also a cinematographer. who even is this guy. (he also does cool redstone builds and always sounds surprised when they work even tho he's been doing this since 2012.)

BdoubleO100: a rabid chihuahua in the body of a human. truly follows that feral energy that makes up tommyinnit. mans built an entire mountain last season and he's doing it again! crazy! he's also the king of sleep. night is a rare phenomenon on hermitcraft, since bdubs starts clicking his bed at the barest hint of sunset. gotta shweep!

Grian: the stereotypical pick. he's the prankster man, everyone seems to think he's pretty childish and he often has the younger brother role even though he's not the youngest on the server. has started/been majorly involved in two wars. had an alter ego called poultry man who would fly around dropping eggs and spawning chickens everywhere.

RANBOO-

Rendog: lore man lore man!!!! he has a bunch of fun and interesting characters and he puts a lot of thought into his episodes, from his builds to his mc skin, to make sure everything comes together perfectly. I don't watch his hermitcraft stuff but I've seen him via other hermit's povs and he rlly does pick a role and throw himself into it. it's amazing.

PHILZA-

EthosLab: do you like anime kinnies? do you like old gods of minecraft? well let me introduce you to ethoslab! i want to study him in a lab. he causes problems on purposes. he builds super random redstone things. he messes with noteblocks. he was head of shennanigans. his minecraft skin is kakashi hatake from naruto. there was a block named after him in the 2013 april fools update (the EthoSlab). who is this man. i think he also has the longest running minecraft lets play. what the heck.

Grian: bird man. good at flying. chaotic bitch. idk some of the vibes are there.

SAPNAP-

Tangotek: crazy redstone man. builds crazy minigames. idk there aren't actually many similarities here other than they're both often associated with fire in fanworks despite not actually having that much to do with it.

FUNDY-

EthosLab: aforementioned anime kinnie. crazy redstone. idk. Zedaph: in season 7 he built a cave of contraptions which contained these amazing redstone machines that found the most complicated and convoluted ways to perform regular tasks, just for the hell of it. what a guy! Iskall85: they're friends :3. that is all. (actually they both just have very similar Vibes. I have no other way to describe it. it's just Vibes).

SCHLATT-

Cubfan135: (specifically season 6). evil capitalist man (/lh). ran a big corporation with scar. they made profit from a war. idk i dont watch cub, thats all i could think of. GoodTimesWithScar: evil capitalist man with cub in season 6. in season 7 he got voted mayor and then started charging the shops to allow them to be accessed from the road. there was also a big "war" over mycelium. fun times. he's actually a very genuine and sweet guy. also his cat jellie is in the game bc he won a competition or smthin. idk man he loves his cat so much. you know what builds belong to scar bc there's just jelies everywhere.

TECHNOBLADE-

FalseSymmetry: okay listen the mcc teams are being announced as I'm typing this so my brain started thinkin mcc and basically they're both well known for being good at pvp. i dont watch false but i know she has a tumblr so i'd trust her with a knife.

Grian: thinkin mcc again. they teamed for mcc pride. you can go watch that if u want to get grians Vibes while still having a dsmp member present for some familiarity. idk.

NIHACHU-

GeminiTay: a lot of ppl say they like niki's streams bc of the comforting vibes and general chill atmosphere, and I think gem matches that pretty well. cy once said she sounds like fluttershy and tbh i sorta agree. shes an awesome builder and insanely smart and even though she's new this season im already incredibly attatched to her.

TUBBO-

Zedaph: aforementioned cave of contraptions rlly fits tubbo's vibe. i think he's going the mad scientist route this season too. Docm77: another mad scientist. already early on he made this super weird lighting farm thing? i dont even know but i've seen the clip and its MAD. even if you dont watch hermitcraft you should check out that individual clip.

FOOLISH-

literally any of them bc i genuinely belive wholeheartedly that foolish would fit perfectly on hermitcraft if he could manage not to swear. (altho maybe cub bc last season he build a giant pyramid.)

#mcyt #dsmp #hermitcraft #hermitcraft propaganda

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duskwoodraven · 3 years

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Okay! 👏👏 I’d say it’s time for the long after episode MWAF theory/pick apart everything! Of course this will be littered with lots of spoilers so don’t read if you haven’t finished ep 8 yet!

Now as a sort of disclaimer, I know that some people are preparing to throw the Richy is the MWAF theory out the window, which I do not blame them for by this point. The game has screamed over and over again that Richy is gone yet I can’t help but hold on to my theory to the bitter end.😅 I hope everyone has an open mind to what I have to say on the matter. Maybe there will be some points or reminders to help you find your own take on the topic as I explain my own thoughts in the process.

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First of all, one of the things that has bothered me since the ending is that they still haven’t explained this very basic fact about the MWAF. How in the world did the MWAF know about the group’s investigations and MC’s involvement?

I touched upon this in my last couple theories where I pushed for Richy’s guiltiness by explaining that for the MWAF to know that Jessy would be out on a walk with us, or to know Richy wouldn’t be at Rogers Garage when he was marked, or even knowing we agreed to help this investigation at all, he would need access to the group chats. He would need to know basic information about the groups whereabouts and plan according to it. Not answering this basic fact would leave a gaping hole in the plot.

Micheal Hanson by what we know, left Duskwood more then a year ago, essentially a missing person in the eyes of Duskwood. The group apparently didn’t even know his name so none of them would have told him directly what they were up to. The only way he might be getting information about anything is from Phil, who was being told everything by Jessy herself. That might be plausible if you squint, but yet we know Jessy and Phil’s relationship was even worse in the beginning episodes, I highly doubt Jessy would tell Phil much about herself and the investigation and there is no saying if Phil would even think to move this information along to Michael if he was even in contact with the old bar owner at the time. Also we received a call from the MWAF the very first time we talked to Dan, waaaay in the beginning episodes, we didn’t even know who Phil was at that point, yet the MWAF knew who we were almost immediately.

Then I played with the idea that the MWAF was using an encryption like Alan was or using a spy mode like Jake is, to read everything secretly, but that idea was tossed out too. Michael was a bar owner not a hacker or police investigator, there is little reason to believe he’d know how to do something like that, nor would anyone in his life teach him how to do it either.

(Also as a bonus point for why the MWAF might be Richy, the MWAF didn’t seem to be aware that Jessy and Thomas were heading to the house at all, he still had his candles lit and “art” up so he couldn’t have prepared for their arrival and hide. He might have only noticed Thomas and Jessy where there when he saw the car. This took place after we removed Richy from the chat as well so...)

Secondly, the MWAF’s motivation, why would Michael wait 10 years to take revenge for his daughter and why is he mainly attacking the group over it? For benefit of the doubt, Michael is the few suspects who has a possible motive that makes some sort of sense, yet it’s such a drastic leap in logic for him to attack the group at all.

If Michael is the MWAF and he’s attacking people for revenge, then why would he take Hannah, who we know feels guilty over Jennifer’s death and seems to be working to find out the truth about the case, and kidnap her. She’s trying to bring justice to his daughter, so why would Jennifer’s own father try and interrupt that process? Even if Hannah somehow helped cause Jennifer’s death (reminder that Hannah would have been a child by this point) we know she wasn’t the true killer, it was a man who hit her with a car and took her body into the woods. If Michael really wanted further revenge, killing that man should have been on the top of his priorities, not Hannah.

The hostility he has towards the group is also strange, for a man who cares only for revenge, he seems oddly determined to wipe out everyone, that sounds more like a man who is afraid of being caught then a man who just wants to take down the people who hurt his daughter in the past. That doesn’t sound like the role of a grieving father to me.

And once again he has waited a long time to seek out this revenge anyway, this man was apparently a sheep herder of sorts according to Lily before he disappeared, why come back at all? A parent who lost their child will never lose the pain of that child’s absence, but you’d think the burning embers of revenge would simmer down after 10 years of time and reflection, what could have triggered him to come back? And why would he pick the most foolish spot to set up his base? He should know he was suspected in the past, setting up camp at his own house will easily connect him to the crime as Lilly had demonstrated by throwing out this theory at the end of the episode.

I think it’s more possible for someone else to use Michael Hanson’s house as a coverup to throw off suspicion of himself. Yet who knows? Maybe he is foolish enough to do that lol.

Thirdly, the inconsistency of the legend, the MWAF is not doing a good job at being consistent. He is not taking the people he marked at the first moon of the year and he is also killing them. The original book did not state the people who are taken will die, simply that they will disappear, yet the MWAF supposedly set out to kill Richy, but doesn’t kill Hannah.

And we now know Hannah is most likely alive at this moment because the MWAF stated so in the phone call he was going to kill her. I don’t think he’s lying because it would honestly benefit him more to kill Hannah and tell the group that he did to destroy the groups moral completely rather than keeping her alive.

With these inconsistencies, why should we trust the rules of the legend, they seem to be more like guidelines for the MWAF then actual facts.

Heck, when we talked to Darkness, he told us that the MWAF takes his victims to kill them, something not stated in the book at all.

From this, the book may very well be wrong and unreliable, perhaps the MWAF is following a different legend, a different version of the tale that Darkness might know about. Either way, it would be unwise to connect Micheal to the MWAF simply because of what the legend says until we know why these inconsistencies are taking place.

Basically what I am trying to say, the group is accepting Michael as guilty too fast for my taste, the only facts we have for Michael being the one who did it is that he’s 1. The father of Jennifer 2. The legend we first read was about a father taking revenge 3. We found the MWAF’s “art” inside Michaels old house. 4. Not many people know where Michael is.

That is enough evidence to have someone arrested and investigated, not to convict them of a crime.

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So do I still think Richy is guilty? Well... somewhat.

I still firmly believe Richy has the most evidence pointed to him and would have the ability to execute the actions we have seen the MWAF take, he would have had access to group chats, his body is still missing like I figured it would be, and he has the knowledge of Duskwood’s history and landscape. He truly is a perfect fit in many ways in my own opinion except for how he fits into this legend and what his motivation could possibly be. Plus the fact that his hat was bloody when it was found, I don’t know if Richy would be capable of harming himself on purpose to make everything more convincing.

All and all, questions still need to be answered and I don’t want to be too hasty in declaring who the MWAF truly is until we can rip the mask off of his face and get him behind bars for good 😌

I’ll be interested to hear your takes on this below, and I’ll probably expand on this conversation when I think of more relevant points or to explain my idea more in-depth if anyone is confused over this post, thanks for reading til the end! 💛

#duskwood #duskwood everbyte #duskwood game #everbyte #duskwood memes #duskwood player #duskwood richy #duskwood mwaf #duskwood theories #richy is guilty #michael is guilty #duskwood michael #duskwood theory #spoilers episode 8 #episode 8 #duskwood ep 8 #duskwood ep 8 spoilers #duskwood episode 8 spoilers #duskwood ideas

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kireii-writes · 3 years

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Can you write yandere Shigaraki delusional confessing his crush?

a/n: decided to link this request as a continuation of this fic! if you haven’t read it already, go check it out （╹◡╹）

You shiver involuntarily as a sneeze threatened to spill from within you. Hugging your knees closer to your chest, the rattles of the chains bound to your feet served as a constant reminder of your current situation- chained and locked up in a bar, supposedly the hideout of the league of villains.

How long has it been since you were trapped in here? You don’t know. Your belongings were all taken away from you, and you had no way of telling how many days it has been.

And it’s all because of your foolishness. How did you not see the signs? All those personal questions and coffee that you’d served the one that locked you up here- a blue hair man by the name of Shigaraki Tomura. Heck, you wouldn’t even know if he was lying about his name or not.

The last thing you remembered was Tomura injecting you with what seems like sedatives, and when you opened your eye the first thing you realised was that you were in an unfamiliar room, your hands and feet bounded.

It wasn’t like you didn’t beg for Tomura to let you go. You even threatened to alert the pro-heroes if he didn’t let you go, but all he did was stand in front of you silently, letting you cry till your throat was dry and hoarse. By the third time, you already knew that he had no intention of letting you go.

Lost in your thoughts, you weren’t aware that you were no longer the only person in the room when a pair of dirty red sneakers came into view.

“You’re awake.” A raspy voice spoke, startling you slightly. “Eat.” Tomura ordered as he placed a bowl of steaming hot food in front of you. As much as you hated to admit it, you were starving ever since you were brought here but no matter how delicious looking the food was, you refused to let even the spoon touch your lips as an act of rebellion towards your captor.

Shifting your body away from Tomura, you hugged your knees closer and said nothing.

“How long are you going to keep this up?” A hint of irritation laced the blue hair man’s voice as he scratched his neck vigorously. “You’re gonna die at this rate.”

Then so be it, you thought. You would rather starve to death than submit to a bunch of villains.

Hearing no response from you, Tomura sighed as he bent down to face you. “What do you want me to do, y/n? What must I do for you to eat?”

“Let me go.” A whisper cracked through your lips.

“Huh?”

“Let me go.” You repeated firmly, this time loud enough for Tomura to hear.

The silence that followed was eerie enough to cause you to tremble slightly. With the added tension, there was not knowing what Tomura would do next.

“That again?” Tomura finally spoke up after awhile. “When are you going to face it? There’s no way i’m letting you back into a society filled with false hopes and dreams. You’ll be safer here, why can’t you understand?”

No. He was wrong. He was absolutely wrong. There was no way you’re safer here, with a group of highly dangerous villains who would do anything to destroy anyone and anything who stood in their way. In fact, you’d be safer far away from them.

“No!” Your sudden outburst took Tomura aback. “You’re wrong. How am I safe here when you kidnapped me and brought me here just to keep me away from the outside world?!” You yelled at Tomura as angry tears streamed down your face. Your sudden shout of anger didn’t fall on death ears to the other villains as well, as heavy footsteps could be heard approaching the closed door.

“You’re delusional, Tomura. And to think I trusted you.” You continued throwing your anger and hurt at Tomura, who took your verbal assaults silently.

“You make me sick.”

That was the last straw. Tomura flinched at your harsh words, his eyes narrowing at the insult.

“Me? Sick?” Tomura laughed as he slowly stood up. “You’re the one that doesn’t understand, y/n. I’m protecting you from that filthy society, why don’t you understand?!”

As if on cue the door swung open, revealing the rest of his comrades. The man you recognised as dabi was the first one you noticed. But even with an audience, Tomura didn’t stop his rampage. Neither did you.

“What the society needs protect from is you. You’re delusional for capturing someone and locking them up with you for ‘protection’!” You yelled back, blurry eyes glaring at Tomura.

“No, no, no.” Tomura denied as his fingers started to scratch as his neck out of habit. “That society is filled with superficial beings who don’t know the harsh reality. This society needs to be reshaped. No, it needs to be destroyed along with the false image of justice the heroes have created. I’m merely keeping you away from them so that you wouldn’t be tainted like them!”

“And why would you do that?!” You yelled back defiantly.

“Because I love you, okay?!” The words flew out of Tomura’s lips before he even knew, only realising it when you didn’t scream at him.

“Ah, he finally said it.” A familiar voice piped up, disrupting the awkward silence between you and Tomura. Instinctively, the both of you turned towards the direction of the door, only to see dabi holding onto the doorknob while Toga giggled at Tomura’s confession, the rest of the villains who followed Tomura peering in curiously.

“Toga.” Tomura stated as he narrowed his eyes at the blonde girl. “I’ll deal with you next.”

“Doesn’t change the fact that you just said ‘i love you’. “ Dabi smirked at Tomura. “Everyone here heard it. Including you, right?” Dabi turned his attention to you, his blue eyes locking with yours.

“You love me?” You laughed at his words mockingly. How ironic. “You disgust me, Tomura. I wish I never met you.”

Once again, silence greeted everyone in the room, the tension in the air slowly suffocating everyone. More specifically, you and Tomura.

“Like it or not you’ll be staying here as long as i’m around.” Tomura said with a sense of finality.

Taking one last glance at you, Tomura turned around and walked out of the door, with the rest of his league taunting and poking fun at him.

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dameronology · 3 years

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tea and whiskey {jack daniels x reader} - 6

summary: despite his best efforts, it appears as though you're completely slipping through jack's fingers. it appears as though he has no choice but to put everything out on the table in a last ditch attempt to keep you by his side. {series masterlist}

warnings: swearing, mentions of drinking, mentions of death

this one's a bit of a rollercoaster, but i promise it's fun <3

- jazz xx

You'd told Jack that things between you were fine.

They didn't feel as much.

You had meant it when you'd said it - it was just that the more you thought about it and the more you pondered on your concerns, the more worried you became. Did you even know Jack Daniels at all? His mysteriousness had been attractive at first but the closer you got to him, the more you found yourself wanting to hold him at an arm's length until you had your answers. When the situation between you had been a co-workers-with-benefits affair, it hadn't mattered so much. But now, you'd agreed it was something more intense, something more meaningful. Was it unfair to think that you deserved to know a little more? To get a more substance than just it's fine, trust me?

Whilst you hadn't wanted it to get in the ways of things, you couldn't help it. It hadn't changed anything the first few days after your conversation about where you stood, or about his seeming vendetta against Ginger, but the more you thought about it, the more it got to you. It had been almost 2 weeks since then, and you'd spent most of the second one lying to him. Telling him you had to call Eggsy, or your mum, or that you had to work late to get some paperwork done for Merlin.

Tonight had been no different - it was a Friday, the last six of which you had spent at Jack's. You'd given him some ridiculous waffle about timezones and reporting to the Kingsman. He had seemed to believe it; if he didn't, he'd chosen not to comment on it.

You were sat in your shared office, heels kicked to one side and feet propped up on the table. There was a glass of wine in one hand and your phone in the other (you were exchanging memes with Eggsy), and an episode of the The Crown playing on your computer. It was a nice way of getting your mind off of the situation with Jack, and the fact that you had a mountain of Calahan-related paperwork.

"So, this is the important meeting that you ditched me for?"

You froze at the sound of Jack's voice. He was leant against the doorway, arms folded over his chest and a look on his face that didn't seem too far off of pissed. Your first instinct was to lie, but the urge quickly faded. What was the point? He'd already caught you in one. Might as well just rip it off like a band-aid.

"I lied."

"That's clear as fucking day." Jack shot back. "Am I boring you all of a sudden?"

"Jack." You sighed. "I just needed some space to think."

"I thought we were good?" His brown eyes fell to the floor. "What's with all the lying? I admire your brutal honesty."

"I was only brutally honest with people I didn't mind hurting." You paused your laptop, pulling your feet down from the desk. "I care about you and I don't want to hurt you-"

"- I have pretty thick skin." He cut you off. "Be honest - you have my blessing."

"I thought I was okay with how intense things were getting," you began. "But the more, I think about it, the more I'm not sure."

Jack's face fell. "That's why you've suddenly been distant these past two weeks, huh?"

"Yeah." You nodded.

"What brought this on?"

You were silent.

"I know." Jack sighed. "It's the thing with Ginger, isn't it?"

"Not just that." You said. "You asked me to trust you and I agreed to, but I'm not sure I do."

"What have I ever done to make you not trust me?"

"Nothing, but that's my problem." You replied. "This is all on me."

"It sure as hell is." He sniffed. "If you want space, I'll give you space. Just don't count on me to be here when you get back."

The tension in Champ's office the following morning was almost fucking suffocating.

The poor man had no idea what had gone down between the two of you. Heck, even you were struggling to understand it. You'd got yourself into situations before with your tendency to overthink, but this one might have taken the cake. Relationships - or whatever the hell you and Jack had going on - had never been your area of expertise, and you had no idea how to navigate your situation. It had seemed like a good idea to act on your doubt and be honest with him, but now you were just worried that you'd ruined it.

"You two are making excellent progress with your mission to get Calahan." Champ said.

"Thank you, sir." Jack nodded.

"We need to discuss the matter of when you catch him."

"I appreciate your faith in us, but if we catch him, rather than when we catch him might be a little more realistic." You replied.

"I'm not certain of many things, but I am absolutely sure that you and Jack have this in the bag." Champ shot back. "And when you do, I'm afraid there is only room for one name on the arrest forms."

You sat up in your seat. "What do you mean?"

"I know that you two have made a completely join effort in this matter." He began. "But as far as Interpol, and every international agency has seen it, only one person's name can be on the paperwork."

"But we can both take credit, right?" You urged. "Surely, they can recognise us both for our work."

"I'm afraid not, Percy." Champ sighed. "The paperwork can only be processed under one name-"

"- why?" Jack cut him off. "I mean, why, sir?"

"Traditionally, only one agent would go into the field, to keep the casualties as low as possible." He explained. "Things have changed in practice but on paper, things still stand."

"So what are we meant to do?" You asked.

"You'll have to decide between yourselves who gets that recognition." He replied.

"Right." You murmured and stood up. "Thank you, sir."

Champ gave you a nod. "And you, agent. I'm sorry it has to be this way."

Me too, you thought.

You stalked out of Champ's office, Jack hot on your heels. If things had been a little tense before, they were going to be strangling now. The cowboy was already hurt by your revelation from the night before, and now, that was only going to get worst, because there was no way in hell that you were about to give the reins over to him. You'd make it clear from day one that your job came first, so that shouldn't have been a surprise to anyone.

Heels clicking loudly against the floor, you sped up slightly in an attempt to lose him. It had been foolish, though, because before you could sprint into the ladies' room, Jack grabbed you by the arm and pulled you to the side.

"Lying to me and running away from me?" He asked. "You're breaking my fucking heart, baby."

You swatted his hand away and puffed out your chest. "I'm taking credit for Calahan."

Jack thinned his eyes at you. "We should talk about this."

"There's nothing to talk about." You said. "I chased his ass all the across the Atlanic and I've been working on this project longer than you. Personal feelings aside, it makes sense."

"It sounds like you're saying you've done most the work."

"That is what I'm saying."

"I've done most the physical work." He shot back. "The chasing, the jumping over walls, the field work."

"None of which you could have done without me."

"Is this because of what I said last night? Are you mad?" He asked.

"No, I'm mad because you know how much this means to me!" You shoved him. "A win like this is all I've ever wanted. You know that!"

"It means a lot to me too!"

"I am putting my name on those papers." You snapped. "I've spent my whole life living in the fucking shadows at Kingsman and I'm tired of it. This is my win."

"With an attitude like that, I don't blame the damn redcoats for wanting to keep you in the shadows."

Your mouth fell open. If that had come from anyone else, you could have dealt with it. But Jack? The man who had always encouraged and loved your fire? The man you'd opened up to about how suffocated you felt at Kingsman? It was though he'd thrown your trust right back in your face.

"Wait, I didn't mean that-"

"- fuck you, Jack."

Drinking was, essentially, the thing that had gotten you into this whole situation in the first place. It was this very bar, in fact.

It was beyond you why you'd gone to Jack's favourite cowboy bar to simmer; probably because it was the closest thing you could get to actually being in his presence right now. Which was quite funny, because if you were in his presence, you no doubt would have decked him right there and then. His stupid fucking words were playing on a loop in your head, and it felt like a punch to your gut every time they circled back around your pre-fontal cortex.

You could have called Eggsy and vented to him, but that would involve recounting the whole story to him. He'd want to whoop Jack's ass for going near you in the first place, and eject him into outer space entirely for his petty jab. God, you missed your best friend.

Despite your anger, you hadn't even drank that much. Maybe a beer, or three - way below the amount you needed to even get tipsy. Drunken rage barely did you favours at the best of times, and right now was definitely the worst of times. It was just that sitting in a bar was a much better alternative to wallowing in your pity, alone in your larger-than-life apartment.

You sighed and took another sip of your drink, glancing over at your phone. There were three texts from Jack; a please call me, a I'll explain everything and a I fucked up, I know. You couldn't help but snort - what reason did he even have for talking to you that way?

With a twenty tossed on the bar and an empty glass, you shrugged your jacket on and began the walk back to your apartment. The air was cold and everyone was rushing around you to get back to their own respective homes. You had never wanted more in your life to go back to yours - your home in London. The one filled with pictures of you and your family, with memories of dumb sleepovers with Eggsy and late nights with your favourite films.

"So you're stalking me now?"

You could't muster up any other words when you saw Jack waiting by your door. Apparently his ignored texts and calls hadn't been a big enough sign.

"I didn't know where you were." Jack murmured.

"I was out." You shoved your way past him. "You can go now."

"We need to talk."

"Not right now." You groaned. "I'm tired, no thanks to you."

"I don't like when things are like this." He continued, following you inside as you unlocked the door. "I can't stand the idea of you being mad at me."

"So why do you do shit that makes me mad?" You shot back.

Jack sighed, leaning against your kitchen earlier. "I shouldn't have said what I did earlier. I was hurt-"

"- you were hurt?!" You snorted in disbelief.

"It fucking killed me when you said that you didn't trust me, sugar." He admitted. "I get why. I've been holding a lot of stuff back from you and I...I don't think it'll excuse my behaviour, but it might at least give you a reason."

"Okay." You murmured.

"I've barely told anyone this, but I trust you." He reached out and took your hands in his. "It's a lot."

"Jack, you don't have to-"

"- I used to be married." He cut you off. You froze at his words. "Her name was Georgia, and we'd been in love since high-school."

"I..." you trailed off. "Used to be?"

"She was killed in a shoot-out during a robbery." Jack's voice wavered slightly. "She was pregnant at the time. I lost two people that day."

"Shit." You murmured. "I'm sorry, Jack."

"It's fine." He replied. "Not your fault, sweetheart."

"Who else knows?"

"Ginger." He said. "She was a friend of mine, long before we were at Statesman. Georgia's best friend, too."

"You're trying to protect her, aren't you?" You glanced up, eyes meeting. "By keeping her out the field?"

"It's a shitty excuse." He half-heartedly shrugged. "She's all I have left of Georgia. The only person who really shares my pain."

Jack was right -- it hadn't been an excuse, but it was an explanation. You couldn't even begin to get your head around the kind of pain he must have felt then, or even the kind he felt now. You'd had weeks worth of deep conversations and late-night talks but he had never, ever even remotely mentioned Georgia, or his unborn child. You couldn't blame him for that. Not in the slightest.

You were struggling to find the words, really. A thousand new layers had just been added to a man you were already struggling to understand.

"That must be a real weight on your shoulders."

"It is." Jack nodded. "But it lifts slightly when I'm with you."

"Really?" You asked quietly.

"Completely." He countered. "That's all I've wanted my entire life -- to feel again, and I do with you."

"That's deep." You tried to crack a joke, to lighten the mood.

"Even if this ends when you go back to London, I'm still grateful." He continued. "You gave me that, so I should give you what you've always wanted."

"A real-life Batmobile?"

Jack snorted, despite the emotional atmosphere. "Your name will have to go on those papers. It should never have even been a question."

"Jack, I-"

"- that's all there is to say." He shook his head. "There'll be other arrests and missions, but I'll never find someone like you."

Without anything to say, you placed your hands on either side of his face and pulled him into a kiss. That in itself said everything you needed to- thank you, I'm sorry, maybe you don't suck that much, etc. The entire conversation marked a definitive shift in your relationship, and even though it was one that neither of you could quite work out, that didn't matter. You'd thrown yourself back into the deep end, even though you'd been so hell-bent on breaking to the surface just hours earlier.

There was no doubt that it would only complicated the whole let's not fall in love promise you'd made -- but that was something to worry about later, right?

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crystalas · 3 years

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Medical Muddles

Medical muddles

More of the Demon Bull Divorce AU, another one shot wherein Tang gets a phone call from a panicked Mei about an exploded truck and Red Son needing the hospital. Red Son blurts out a few secrets in the process…

also send me prompts if you want more of the Demon Bull Divorce

Tang was sitting in his study at the university when he got the call from Mei, from what he managed to decipher from Mei’s panicked ramblings is that he needed to get to the garage and fast. Red Son and Mei had been working on the Noodle Truck while Pigsy and MK were at a Food Hygiene training course [she mentions something about installing a nitro and Tang made a note to tell Pigsy before he drove it again.] She had gotten a phone call from her dad and left the garage to answer it, luckily, she had managed to turn a corner when there was a massive explosion that shook the building besides her. She had found the truck’s fiery remains, a decimated garage and Red Son slumped against the far wall.

To be fair at this moment during the call Tang wasn’t that worried. He had seen Red Son take a jet bike to the face and only be temporarily stunned, heck he had seen on live TV the fire demon being ejected from a high speeding racing car onto the road and walk it off! Blunt force trauma was nothing the demon couldn’t handle. But Mei quickly swept away that peace of mind when she continued to tell him how Red Son had been impaled through the shoulder to the wall by a large piece of shrapnel. He told her to keep calm and wait for him and by no means call an ambulance!

By the time Tang had gotten there Mei was freaking out, she hadn’t mentioned the blood! It was splattered all around garage wall and the guilty piece of metal laid on the floor coated in it. Red Son was passed out and Mei was clinging to him trying to put pressure on the wound.

“Mei what happened? You know better than to remove objects from wounds like that!” Tang cried as he rushed over.

“It wasn’t me!” she squeaked as he checked him over “I was keeping him conscious when he just muttered something how he needed to get on with clearing this up and just yanked it out!”

Tang checked him over, he had cuts and scratches all over and the smaller ones where quickly healing, it was big ones that he was worried about. Red Son may have demonic healing abilities but even he could bleed out it seems.

“Help me get him into the car, we need to get him to Sandy’s” Tang declared as he tied the fabric Mei had been using tighter onto Red Son’s shoulder, the demon muttered something incoherent as they dragged him to Tang’s small city car.

“Hang on…Sandy’s?!” Mei asked “We need to get him to a hospital!”

“Trust me a hospital would only complicate things!” Tang declared as he drove off with Mei in the back with Red Son keeping him steady as Tang drove like a mad man through the streets, “He’s a demon remember? They don’t do well with purified water and saline would be the first thing they try and pump into him, not to mention blood types, physiology and all sort of other complications.”

Tang couldn’t help but remember the time Pigsy had cut himself badly while in the kitchen; if he remembered right Pigsy was trying to show off his vegetable dicing skills and it had gone very wrong with a deep gash on his hand. Tang had rushed him to A&E only for the nurse on duty to give him a look and told him that the veterinary clinic was two blocks away. This was twenty years ago mind you but it still put a bad taste in his mouth when he thought about it.

They got to Sandy who Mei had been called on the way there, he was ready and waiting for his patient when they skidded to a halt on the peer. Sandy wasted no time quickly tending to red Son’s wounds and applying medical balms and applying bandages and gauzes, giving Red Son a small cup of syrupy tea to help with the pain. Mei hovered close by and watched how Sandy worked with practised ease.

“Don’t worry Mei Red Son will be fine, he just needed a little help this time that’s all” Sandy declared once he was done “He’ll be up and about in…”

Red Son stirred and sat up groggily.

“Well right about now it seems” Sandy amended, Red Son looked around blearily before smiling at Tang and waving weakly.

“Heeeey Mr Tang…” he slurred “why do you smell like beetles and gold? And why does that make me hungry?”

“Red Son, how are you feeling?” Tang asked and sat in front of him who wobbled slightly as he tried to focus on the scholar before giving a happy smile.

“It’s so weird that you smell like that…oh hey Mr Tang, I feel fiiiiine!”

“Sandy? Is this normal?” Mei inquired looking at the gentle blue giant, he coughed nervously.

“I may have given him a bit too much pain relief…” he muttered.

“Dragon Horse girl!” Red Son cried happily and beckoned her over, “Great you’re here we need to get moving!” Red Son struggled to get up but failed due to his injuries.

“Red you need to keep still” Mei said gently as Tang pushed him back into the bed.

“No, no, no, no I need to get back to work on the truck!” Red Son declared “Pigsy can’t know I messed up; we need to fix it before he gets back!”

All three exchanged a look of disbelief, Red Son was pale and clearly not thinking straight. Mei knelt down in front of Red Son’s bedside so she could look him in the eye.

“Red the truck is totally trashed” she said slowly as if she was talking to a small child “there’s nothing we can do right now so why don’t you just rest for now…”

“Trashed? That means I need to work quicker!” he stated and wiggled out of bed but his legs gave out before he could even take a step and Mei caught him before he could collapse on the floor. “Maybe I could find a transmutation spell! I mean if noodle boy can do it with a stick I can do it with fire magic, Com’on dragon horse girl I need to get moving!”

“Red you nearly bled out, you need to rest!” she tried again but Red Son shook his head and was becoming distressed. Mei helped him back onto the bed but he just curled up gripping his hair with his good hand.

“I’m trying so hard this time!” he whimpered “I’m trying so hard and I’m still screwing up!”

“Red…”

“I can’t afford to mess up this time!” he cried out tears now pricking his eyes, “I have no where else to go! I don’t want to stop playing pretend!”

That last bit got the three’s attention and Tang could see Mei bristle angrily as she grabbed Red by the unharmed hand to get his attention.

“What do you mean ‘play pretend’?” she demanded, “This better not be some long con you and your parents cooked up to get us to lower our guard!”

“I wanna keep pretending that you guys like having me around” Red Son whimpered “I like it when you guys listen to me and pretend that I’m doing a good job…I know it’s only a matter time before you guys get sick of me and want me gone…I…I just don’t want that to end…I don’t want to go back to feeling alone and despised all the time…” at this Red Son broke down into tears. Mei’s suspicious anger dwindled away as she tried to console the now sobbing demon boy.

Tang glanced at Sandy who gestured at his kitchen, he gave a nod and Sandy went to go make some sleepy time tea. Tang was angrier at himself than anything now, he had hoped his experience with helping MK through his issues would have given him a sort of template to help Red Son through his. He had assumed that because Red Son hadn’t been showing any ill signs like MK had when helping him deal with his family and abandonment issues that Red Son was coping with it all. That clearly wasn’t the case and he now realised where he had made a very foolish mistake on his part.

MK had only a few years to build up his emotional walls and learn how to put on a façade, Red Son had centuries to work on his. After all it had taken him and Pigsy weeks to notice how much Red Son was reluctant to go home or the faded bruises.

Sandy came back with the tea and handed it to Tang to give to Red Son so not to crowd the already upset boy, the poor demon looked up at him forlornly as he approached.

“I’m sorry…” he whispered “Please don’t hate me…”

“I don’t hate you Red Son, none of us do” he said tenderly as he gave him the tea to drink “I’m more upset by the fact it’s taken nothing short of you loosing a couple of pints of blood and being off your head on pain killers for you to be emotionally honest with us.”

“I’m sorry…I’ll try not to mess up anymore…” Red Son mumbled.

“Just drink this and try to rest, ok? We’ll talk more when you wake up.” Tang exclaimed Red Son downed the tea before flopping back onto the bed, his eyes fluttered shut and soon he was asleep.

Red woke up slowly his shoulder hurting like a bitch along with other body parts. Red Son and pain were old acquaintances at this point so he took note of what might need attention as he tried to move his aching limbs; he attempted to recollect what happened.

He was working on the Noodle Truck; Mei was there he remembered that because they were discussing the logistics of installing a nitro into the truck. He was doing some routine maintenance while checking where improvements could be made when Mei got a phone call, he had begun to check the oil levels when he heard her answer the call.

“Hey dad! How’s things?”

That innocent question struck a chord in Red Son that made his heart clenched painfully and then he did something he hadn’t done in what seemed like centuries…he lost control of his powers. Before he could even think about it flames licked up around his body and normally that wouldn’t have been issue had he not been currently working near flammable liquids.

There was an explosion and he remembered being thrown against a wall from the blast, aching agony erupted down his spine followed by several sharp pains across his body the biggest one in his shoulder. His ears were ringing as he saw Mei rush up to him calling to him through what felt like walls of cotton wool. He saw the truck…oh god what a mess he needed to fix that before Pigsy saw it…he tried to get up and only then saw the large chunk of metal pinning him to the wall.

Mei tried to fight him as he grabbed the metal and tore it out, by the gods that hurt but he needed to get moving, there was work to be done and besides this wasn’t the first time he had done this. However, when he tried to cauterize the wound shut Mei was putting her hands over it with her jacket and getting in the way. He didn’t want to burn her by accident but she wouldn’t let go of him… he didn’t remember what happened after that because things got very fuzzy very quickly.

His last thoughts before he blacked out was that he needed to remember to grab a mop there was messy puddles splattered all over the place…

He finally opened his eyes and looked around and saw Pigsy sitting next to his bed, wait how did he get here? Oh crap Pigsy was here! He hadn’t fixed the truck!

Pigsy glanced down at him and noticed he was awake, Red Son felt his gaze burn into his skull.

“How you feeling?” the pig man asked gruffily “Heard you got hurt badly”

“I’m fine!” Red Son blurted “I’ll be up and moving in no time, don’t you worry demons heal fast…” he sat up and tried to move he wobbled but stayed up straight. “I’ll get back to work now okay?”

“Sit back down!” Pigsy barked and Red Son looked at him annoyed to be ordered around but saw that look of displeasure and sat back down. Cold dread now filled Red Son’s chest, he hadn’t fixed the truck he had left a huge mess and Pigsy was obviously mad at him. But if he was going to get punished then he was going to at least face it like the demon prince he was.

“My apologies, as soon as I am able I will repair the…” he started but Pigsy just glared at him even more angrily.

“You seriously think I’m worried about the truck?!” he snapped “Tang told me what happened! You had been skewered and nearly bled to death!”

“Oh…” Red Son stuttered.

“Don’t worry about the truck, MK has trashed and reassembled that thing so many times I’ve lost count.” he explained,

“So…you’re not mad?” Red Son ventured softly.

“Listen Red, I’m more upset about the fact that you are more concerned about a freaking hunk of junk than your own health!” he explained.

“So, I can stay?” came the quiet reply.

“You thought I was gonna chuck you out because of this? Red if I did that MK would have been out on his butt several times over!” Pigsy explained “What matters is that you’re ok, you really scared us there”

“You’re really not mad at me?” Red Son asked again, the idea that he wasn’t getting punished for this wasn’t quite sinking in yet.

“No, I’m not mad and I’m not going to kick you out or punish you or whatever else messed up thing you got cooked up in your head!” Pigsy declared “What we will be doing is talking about this idea you got that your place in this family is based solely on what work you can do, cos it ain’t! you’re a good kid Red you don’t need to keep proving your value, you need to be able to see that we care despite what you can or can’t do…”

Red Son was looking down at his fists that clench and unclenched at the blankets on the bed. Pigsy was worried for a second that none of that had sunk in and if anything he might have made things worse somehow until he heard a hoarse whisper.

“You said…This family…” Red Son repeated so quietly “I have a place in this family? You really want me around?”

“Yes!” he sighed happily and put his hand on Red Son’s arm. “Yes we do!”

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stellocchia · 3 years

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Phil and Tubbo headcanons

(Their charaters are friends now right?)

I'm so behind with this asks. I promise at some point I'm gonna answer all the ones I have something for...

Regardless, I don't know if they are "friends" per se, but they do have a more or less positive relationship? Though it doesn't sit right with me that c!Phil is the only one who gets to be upset when he blew up c!Tubbo's home...

Either way, here we go!

Tubbo wasn't scared. He couldn't afford to be, not anymore. He'd been through wars, he'd been a spy, he led a country, heck! He was executed for f*ckìs sake! He'd lived through more in his measly 17 years of life than most people would until they died. So he was not scared of Philza Minecraft of all people!

Except... except he kind of was. He wouldn't admit it, but the man made him nervous. He'd destroyed his country once with no remorse and the only thing keeping him from doing it again is the threat of the nukes Tubbo suspects. He can't be sure of it, of course, but he knows that the man is far from trusting and he knows that Snowchester doesn't convince him just as much as it doesn't convince his bloody companion

So Tubbo, ever resourceful, comes up with another strategy. If he can't get Phil's respect through the promise of violence, he'll just befriend him. It wasn't easy and Tubbo had to bite his tongue quite a few times not to scream at the hypocritical fool, but he actually managed! He actually accomplished what he set out to do, even getting the man to admit to their friendship!

And perhaps it wasn't genuine on Tubbo's part, but Phil was in no position to complain about that. Expecting the kid whose home you destroyed to be friendly to you with no ulterior motive is simply a foolish mistake...

Haha... angst am I right?

#anon ask #dream smp headcanons #philza #tubbo #in my defense i just think that tubbo should get to still be pissed and mistrustful towards phil&techno #they literally exploded his country #neither of them apologized or felt marginally bad for it #sooo yeah...

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Tennessee playlist

I’m going to Memphis! This is the mighty Tennessee - Memphis & Nashville playlist. You can’t tell the story of rock n roll without mentioning Memphis. Mississippi and Nashville, such a great history of music in this region. Chuck D hits things off with the ultimate introduction. Hit play here: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL-iHPcxymC1_X9nesbW37-9FNLiJWOQ1f

This playlist has it all. Soul, blues and rock n roll. We take a journey back to the beginning of country as well, with Nashville and finish up at Dollywood. Hope you dig it.

Tennessee - Mississippi - Arkansas

001 Henry Rollins & Chuck D - Rise Above 002 Clutch - Devil & Me 003 Paul Simon - Graceland 004 Isaac Hayes - Memphis Trax 005 Scott Walker - Thats How I Got to Memphis 006 AC/DC - let there be rock 007 Johnny Cash - Country Boy 008 Chuck Berry - Back To Memphis 009 Jay Reatard - Gree, Money, Useless Children 010 Lukah - Black Dragon 011 King Curtis - Memphis Soul Stew 012 Rosetta Howard & the Harlem Hamfats - Delta Bound 013 Nots - In Glass 014 Pere Ubu - Memphis 015 Loretta Lynn - The Pill 016 Howlin Wolf - Smokestack Lightnin 017 Rory Gallagher - The Mississippi Sheiks 018 Crime and the City Solution - Streets Of West Memphis 019 River City Tanlines - Met You Before 020 Johnny Cash - Going To Memphis 021 Al Green - Get Back Baby 022 Kim Salmon & The Surrealists - The Zipper 023 Booker T & the MG - Melting Pot 024 Pussycat - Mississippi 025 Boswell Sisters - Roll On, Mississippi, Roll On 026 Aretha Franklin - Muddy Water 027 The Cramps - Garbageman 028 HASH REDACTOR - Good Sense 029 Optic Sink - Personified 030 Angry Angles - Blockhead 031 Big Star - Thirteen 032 Memphis Jug Band - Going Back to Memphis 033 North Mississippi AllStars - K.C. Jones (On The Road Again) 034 Bass Drum Of Death - Bad Reputation 035 Today Is the Day - The Devil's Blood 036 Walk the Line Soundtrack- Get Rhythm 037 Jack White - Temporary Ground 038 Jerry Lee Lewis - A Damn Good Country Song 039 The Homemade Jamz Blues Band - Rumors 040 Saving Abel - Pine Mountain (The Dance of the Poor Proud Man) 041 The Oxford Circle - Foolish Woman 042 Bobbie Gentry - Greyhound Goin' Somewhere 043 Reigning Sound - A Little More Time 044 NINA SIMONE - MISSISSIPPI GODDAM! 045 Laurie Anderson - Hiawatha 046 Glen Campbell - Burning Bridges 047 Dolly Parton - Hillbilly Willy 048 Elvis Presley - Guitar Man 049 Blue Oyster Cult - Divine Wind 050 Sammy Hagar - Halfway To Memphis 051 Izzy Stradlin - Memphis 052 Johnny Cash - Run Softly, Blue River 053 Iron Horse - Unchained 054 The Cramps - Human Fly 055 Faces - Memphis 056 Jack Oblivian - Rat City 057 The Cooters - Bustin' Loose 058 Mott the Hoople - All The Way From Memphis 059 Dusty Springfield - Breakfast in Bed 060 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Tupelo 061 Chicago - Blues In The Night 062 Crossin Dixon - Guitar Slinger 063 Strummin' With The Devil - And the Cradle Will Rock 064 Stray Cats - Can't Go Back to Memphis 065 Elvis Presley - Suspicious Minds 066 Suzi Quatro - Can't Trust Love 067 Lost Sounds - There's Nothing 068 Ike & Tina Turner ~ River Deep, Mountain High 069 Neil Diamond - Memphis Flyer 070 Julien Baker - hardline 071 The Jon Spencer Blues Explosion - Memphis Soul Typecast 072 Isaac Hayes - Groove-A-Thon 073 Otis Clay - Trying To Live My Life Without You 074 Tim McGraw - Don't Mention Memphis 075 Eric Burdon & War - Blues For Memphis Slim 076 Homemade Jamz Blues Band - Blues Train 077 Sweet Knives - I DON'T WANNA DIE 078 Cream - Four Until Late 079 Grateful Dead - Golden Road 080 Huey Lewis and the NEWS - Function At The Junction 081 The Cramps - I Was A Teenage Werewolf 082 Jesse Winchester_ The Brand New Tennessee Waltz 083 Dorsey Burnette - Tall Oak Tree 084 Field Music - Time In Joy 085 Jay Reatard - Blood Visions 086 The Rolling Stones - Honky Tonk Women 087 Quintron & Miss Pussycat - Block the comet 088 Al Green - Let's Stay Together 089 The Mountain Goats - Getting Into Knives 090 Johnny Cash - Tennessee Flat Top Box 091 Robert Pete Williams & Robert â€œGuitar" J. Welch - Mississippi Heavy Water Blues 092 MARY JAMES - MAKE THE DEVIL LEAVE ME ALONE 093 Ministry - Mississippi Queen 094 U.S. Bombs - Rocks in Memphis 095 Nazareth - Jet Lag 096 The Bar-Kays - Holy Ghost 097 Ty Segall - Despoiler Of Cadaver 098 His Hero Is Gone - Like Weeds 099 Jerry Lee Lewis - Memphis Beat 100 Generation X = King Rocker 101 The Doobie Brothers - Wild Ride 102 Bad Company - Whiskey Bottle 103 Black Stone Cherry - When The Weight Comes Down 104 Buddy Miles - Memphis Train 105 Memphis Slim - Rockin' The House (Beer Drinkin' Woman) 106 David Clayton Thomas - Wish The World Would Come to Memphis 107 Lost Sounds - Better Than Somethings 108 Alice Cooper - Ubangi Stomp 109 Tom Waits - Don't Go Into The Barn 110 Hank Snow - Music Makin' Mama From Memphis 111 Phil Ochs - Heres to the State of Misssippi 112 Reigning Sound - Your Love Is A Fine Thing 113 Pixies - Letter to Memphis 114 Bob Dylan - Stuck Inside of Mobile with the Memphis Blues Again 115 The Colorblind James Experience - Considering A Move To Memphis 116 B.B.King - Rock Me Baby 117 Carla Thomas - B-A-B-Y 118 Aquarian Blood - A Love That Leads To War 119 Nights Like These - Scavenger's Daughter 120 Rufus Thomas - Walking the Dog 121 Clutch - The House That Peterbilt 122 Lyal Strickland - O Arkansas 123 Don Bryant - How Do I Get There 124 The Sensational Barnes Brothers - Trying To Go Home 125 Squirrel Nut Zippers - Memphis Exorcism 126 Faster Pussycat - Tattoo 127 The Rolling Stones - Memphis Tennessee 128 Alcatrazz - Sons And Lovers 129 Evil Army - Violence And War 130 Deep Purple - Somebody Stole My Guitar (Purpendicular 11) 131 Dwight Yoakam - Guitars, Cadillacs 132 UFO - Natural Thing 133 Thunderbridge Bluegrass Boys - Tennessee 134 Confederate Railroad - Queen of Memphis 135 The Box Tops - The Letter 136 Jerry Lee Lewis - Night Train To Memphis 137 Reverend John Wilkins - Trouble 138 Phil Lynott - Kings Call (feat. Mark Knopfler) 139 Old Crow Medicine Show - Motel in Memphis 140 Candy Lee- Here in Arkansas 141 Pharoah Sanders - You've Got To Have Freedom 142 Molly Hatchet - Mississippi Moon Dog 143 Rwake - Crooked Rivers 144 CARL PERKINS & PAUL SIMON - A Mile Out Of Memphis 145 Eddie Floyd - Knock On Wood 146 Al Green - Talk to me 147 Mush - Eat the Etiquette 148 PJ Harvey - Memphis 149 EX-CULT - Clinical Study 150 Isaac Hayes - Mans Temptation 151 Lil’ Jon & Eastside Boyz - Rep Yo City 152 Rufus Wainwright - Memphis Skyline 153 Stray Cats - 18 Miles to Memphis 154 Amasa Hines - Earth and Sky 155 Joe Henderson - Back Road 156 Bastard Sons of Johnny Cash - Memphis Woman 157 Norma Jean - Memphis Will Be Laid To Waste 158 Fess Parker - Ballad of Davy Crockett 159 Assjack - Redneck Ride 160 Brother Andy & His Big Damn Mouth - Social Lube 161 The Replacements - Alex Chilton 162 Ann Peebles - The handwriting is on the wall 163 The Highwaymen - Big River 164 The Cult - Memphis Hip Shake 165 STEVE EARLE - Hillbilly Highway 166 The BO-KEYS featuring OTIS CLAY -Got To Get Back 167 Rush - Tom Sawyer 168 Class Of '55: Memphis Rock & Roll Homecoming - Birth Of Rock And Roll 169 Hank Williams Jr - Memphis Belle 170 Sam Moore & Dave Prater - Soul Man 171 Orchestral Manoeuvres In The Dark - Bloc Bloc Bloc 172 Kenny Rogers & The First Edition - Just Dropped In 173 Linda Heck - pictures of dead people 174 Carla Thomas - Sugar 175 Three Mafia 6 - Mystic Stylez 176 Osborne Brothers- Rocky Top 177 The Beverly Hillbillies Theme Song 178 Wilson Pickett - Barefootin' 179 Dolly Parton - Jolene 180 Charlie Daniels - long haired country boy 181 The Civil Wars - From This Valley 182 Jill Jack - Gettin' On In Memphis (The Elvis Song) 183 Huckleberry Finn and His Friends - Opening title 184 Dead Cross - Skin of a Redneck 185 Johnny Cash - I Never Picked Cotton 186 Old Crow Medicine Show - Wagon Wheel 187 Isaac Hayes - That love feeling 188 Aretha Franklin - I say a little prayer 189 Little Milton - What Do You Do When You Love Somebody 190 Howlin' Wolf - Spoonful 191 Weird Al" Yankovic - Money For Nothing / Beverly Hillbillies 192 The Oblivians - I'll Be Gone 193 OT Sykes - Stone crush on you 194 The Mad Lads - Come closer to me 195 The Box Tops - Choo Choo train 196 Bobby Blue Bland - dreamer 197 Wanda Jackson - Rip It Up 198 Junior Parker - Love Ain't Nothin' but a Business Goin' On 199 The Nightingales ft. Tommy Tate - Just a Little Overcome 200 The Louvin Brothers - Satan is real 201 Overture "Big River" - (1985 Original Broadway Cast) 202 Ike & Tina Turner - Shake 203 Playa Fly - fly shit 204 Adia Victoria - Different Kind Of Love 205 Grateful Dead - Tennessee Jed 206 Red Hot Chili Peppers - Backwoods 207 Otis Redding - Tennessee Waltz 208 Nashville Pussy - The Late Great USA 209 The Paperhead - The true poet 210 Tomahawk - South Paw 211 Night Beats - Her Cold Cold Heart 212 Forest of Tygers - human monster 213 LOSS - All Grows on Tears 214 Charlie McCoy - Wayfaring Stranger 215 Dick Stusso - Modern Music 216 Eddie Noack - Aint the Reaping Ever Done 217 Jason & the Scorchers - Greetings From Nashville 218 Jasmin Kaset and Quichenight - A Single Right Word 219 Gospel Keynotes - Give Me My Flowers 220 WEEN - Scrape the Mucus off My Brain 221 Shannon Shaw - Broke My Own 222 The Jesus Lizard - Blue Shot 223 Eddy Arnold - Tennessee Stud 224 Clutch - Pure Rock Fury 225 Today Is The Day - Who Is The Black Angel? 226 Hank Williams Jnr - Tennessee River 227 The Dead Weather - Bone House 228 Every Mother's Nightmare - Long Haired Country Boy 229 Motley Crue - She goes down 230 Waylon Jennings - Tennessee 231 Dolly Parton - Down On Music Row 232 Jello Biafra & Mojo Nixon - Lets Go Burn Ole Nashville Down 233 The Byrds - Nashville West 234 Sharon Van Etten - Every Time the Sun Comes Up 235 Bill Anderson ~ More Than A Bedroom Thing 236 Dottie West - Route 65 To Nashville 237 Intruder - The Martyr 238 Johnny Cash - Smiling Bill McCall 239 Lynard Skynyrd - Workin For MCA 240 The Everly Brothers - Nashville Blues 241 Nancy Sinatra & Lee Hazlewood - Elusive Dreams 242 Nashville Bluegrass Band - Im Gonna Love You 243 Ringo Starr - No-No Song 244 Hank Williams - Hey, Good Lookin' 245 The Lovin Spoonful - Nashville Cats 246 They Might Be Giants - James K. Polk 247 Commander Cody - Back To Tennessee 248 Wanda Jackson - Shakin' All Over 249 Nitty Gritty Dirt Band - Grand Ole Opry Song 250 Tomahawk - Flashback 251 Megadeth - Dystopia 252 Dolly Parton - Train, Train 253 The Clovers - One Mint Julep 254 Trampled By Turtles - Whiskey 255 Tom T. Hall - Nashville is a Groovy Little Town 256 Muddy Waters - I am the blues 257 Foo Fighters - Congregation 258 Pavement - Strings Of Nashville 259 Joe Ely - Tennessees Not The State Im In 260 Waylon Jennings - Nashville Bum 261 The Charmels - As Long As I Got You 262 Eve Maret - Do my thing 263 SABATON - 82nd All the Way 264 Halfway To Hazard - Welcome To Nashville 265 Nashville Pussy - Go Motherfucker Go 266 Indigo Girls - Nashville 267 Snarls - Walk In The Woods 268 Steeler - Cold Day in Hell 269 Strummin' With The Devil - Jamies Cryin' 270 spazz gummo love theme 271 The Cramps - Cornfed Dames 272 Saxon - Solid Ball Of Rock 273 Al Green - Tired of Being Alone 274 Soul Friction - It's Out Of My Hands 275 Today Is the Day - Wheelin' 276 Jackie Lynn - Odessa 277 The Jesus Lizard - Nub 278 Bully - Where To Start 279 Sonny Boy Williamson II - Lonesome Cabin 280 Tomahawk - God hates a coward 281 The Louvin Brothers - Knoxville Girl 282 Tom Waits - Jitterbug Boys 283 The Evil Dead Soundtrack - Bridge Out 284 Wanda Jackson - Thunder On The Mountain 285 Elvis Presley - Where Do I Go From Here 286 Booker T & the MGs - Back Home 287 Ezra Furman & the Harpoons - American Highway 288 Joe Ely - dream camera 289 Assjack - Tennessee Driver 290 Nashville Pussy - We Want A War 291 Dwight Yoakam - A Thousand Miles From Nowhere 292 Hank Williams, Jr. - Knoxville Courthouse Blues 293 ZZ Top - My Head's in Mississippi 294 Nitty Gritty Dirt Band - Honky Tonkin' 295 Dead Weather - Die by the Drop 296 The Black Belles - What can I do 297 Dolly Parton - Cowgirl And The Dandy 298 The Secret Sisters - I've Got a Feeling 299 Justin Townes Earle - Aint Got No Money 300 Tomahawk - M.E.A.T 301 Jex Thoth - The Places You Walk 302 Bill Carter - Road To Nowhere 303 Bill Dees (Roy Orbison back vocals) - Tennesse Owns My Soul 304 Karen Elson - The Ghost Who Walks 305 The Who - Whiskey Man 306 Hank Williams III - Crazed Country Rebel 307 The Lost Sounds - I Get Nervous 308 Big Star - September Gurls 309 ZZ Top - Whiskey n Mama 310 Johnny Cash - God's Gonna Cut You Down 666 Isaac Hayes - Hyperbolicsyllablecsesquedalymistic

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: ⚠ ⚠ ⚠ ⚠ ⚠ ⚠ ⚠ ⚠ PROCEED WITH CAUTION!!!! THIS HAS HEAVY THEMES AND INTENSE GORE AND THOROUGHLY DISTURBING SCENES, AND POTENTIALLY TRIGGERING TOPICS!!!! THIS SERIES WAS STARTED BY ME WHEN IN 2010, AND I HAVE BEEN WORKING ON IT SINCE THEN, SO, WELL, PLEASE BE NICE TvT. ALSO, PLEASE READ WITH A CAREFUL AND OPEN MIND EACH CHARATER HAS A VERY SPECIFIC BACKGROUND, AND A GOOD MAJORITY OF THEIR PAST AND CURRENT LIFESTYLE ATTRIBUTES TO THE STORY AND IS ACTUALLY VERY IMPORTANT. MOST OF THEM HAVE A REASON FOR THEIR PARTICULAR LIVES, SO KEEP THAT IN MIND WHILE READING⚠ ⚠ ⚠ ⚠ ⚠ ⚠ ⚠ ⚠ ⚠ ⚠

Prologue I knew we were running out of time. Oh, I'm sorry, I meant me, not we. I was all alone, wasn't I... I struggled against the leather that bound my skin to this ungodly stone table, rubbing it red. It all made it real, too real. What made me be here?

Why in gods name did I agree to this again?! Spitting out a thick crimson wad of spit, a spluttering wheeze of a cough erupted from deep within my chest and I cursed out at the gods.

If they were listening, which the way I acted, they'd have turned a blind eye at such a foolish child. 'You entered the arena of the men who wish to play god, willingly, might I add,' A rather shady looking god appeared in my mind as the hallucinogens' had been administered an hour prior. 'You might as well have chosen death, kid' The drugs had burned so bad, but I guess it was better than feeling what they were going to do to me. I was hot with shame, fear, and pain. Why was I chosen, what would I pose to them? But this is the result of my own greed, isn’t it, I thought, spitting out a curse, body jerking upward with the sharp pain in my ribs and spine. This is why I didn’t trust people, why would I do this to myself? Had I gone crazy, stupid, delirious? God, I should have listened to him... he was right all along, and now he's gone too... My head was killing me with a throbbing headache, at this point, I'd give anything for some anesthetics. I knew I could die here, the other children's corpses told me that and the pungent smell of fear and blood. I wanted to gag, shuddering frequently. Despite my discomfort, I didn't speak anymore than to howl a foul word or two when the pain was unbearable. I would watch and wait the best I could. What else could I do, really? I mean, I was strapped down to a table, literally. I had, under my own free will, signed the papers. Even if I hadn't, A) Who would believe me that the famous, world renound, Arrowsmith, would do this behind closed doors, and B) I was a street rat, how the heck could I afford a lawyer to stab the man who cut me? I had nothing to lose (since I gave up on the value of my life) and yet all that I had to gain conflicted me. Was the money really worth it? Even if I desperately needed it, all the crap I had to endure throughout this ordeal was horrible.

Terrible.

Inhumane. With each passing second, I wondered if I was really alive. Maybe this was hell? Maybe I had already died, and this was the punishment I had to endure for the many sins and grievances I had caused. My pills stared at me on the silver tray, the white was tainted with splatters of crimson. What I was fed was insanity in the form of powder collected into small round disks. The flavors were like acid, yet my body craved the searing pain. Shivers washed over me with each spasm that lurched me. How many had I had to twist my mind to the point I believed in something I usually laughed at? I hadn’t prayed in years, but I was beginning to utter the words to an old hymn I learnt as a child.

To a passerby, it would have sounded like I’d lost my mind. I couldn’t form much more than babbling nonsense and sharp wheezy noises, like the notes a cat would shriek. No, hell would a vacation compared to this, it’s the drugs talking, I lifted my head up, letting the growing weight fall back with a sharp thud. It was stupid, but it let me think a little straighter with drugs clouding my mind.

The shooting pain and growing headache let me think a little clearer than before. I needed my wits about me, my only two assets I could use in this situation really were my wits and sanity. It was all I had left. Speedy short breathes followed for the pain, yet my eyes focused a little better. Wait, but I don't want to see this room, I groaned in my mind, lacking the strength to argue with myself. I couldn’t muster a self motivating speech, nor did I really want to. The way our bodies were torn apart and put back together, how they treated us like ragdolls made me enraged. Yet, I couldn't do a thing, I had agreed to this… Rolling my head to it's side, I blinked slow, chest heaving.

I was tired, yet I had to remain strong, in mind if not body, I couldn't give up. Mental determination was my best trait! I lived on the streets, I could survive some freaky experiment, right? Focusing hazy eyes, my gaze met the table a couple feet away from my own. The boy on the table to my left was either unconscious or dead. I hadn't seen his chest move, it seemed as if he hadn't breathed at all for the last 30 minutes. Well, it felt like that long, it was hard to read the clock with my brain clouded. I assumed that he was dead, not that it concerned me, all I needed was to make sure I was going to leave alive and be paid for my efforts. Turning my head back, I stared at the ceiling, looking for the cracks to focus my mind. I lay there, pondering over my life choices, over what I felt and what I had seen in my short time on this earth. Had I made the most of life? No. I was an ant in this world, nothing I said or did mattered, society just wanted to squish me, grind me in the dust, and leave me to rot. The only remanint would be my burned, mud ridden skeleton, because that's what society did to you. The man burned you, scorned you, forced you to work until you were nothing but brittle bones left in the earth, hidden from the world to be forgotten. No one cared, that was clear as day to me. Fair enough, I guess, I mean, what am I? Just a thief, a lost boy on the streets to be betrayed and disregarded. If I had enough strength left, I would have laughed, yet the tightening feeling in my scarred chest seared, burning a gaping hole in my lugs. The most I could muster was a hoarse chuckle. Would I be missed? Wait, do I even have anyone to miss me? Green eyes relaxed, hoping the next drug would stop the throbbing in my veins that felt like bursting. Would Damian miss me? I shook my head, letting out a sigh as I tried to relax and ignore the pain. He left, so probably not, especially after what I did, tearing us apart.... Maybe they’ll put me out of my misery now, I mean what else do I have to live for? I chuckled to myself with closed eyes. My death would be covered up more than likely, it was humorous to me. I had fantasied regularly about my demise, I would have preferred to die in a more comfortable place, sure, but I guess it could have been worse, I could be rotting on a spike, bleeding, and discontent. Well, not that they did that in real life anymore, this wasn't the 18th centaury. Beggars can't be choosers, I huffed, licking my chapped lips, though it was a futile effort since my whole mouth felt rather lacking in the fluid department. Was this my punishment for my disregard of the law? I let out even, deep breaths, in and out. The longer I was here, the more I felt at peace. I was almost falling asleep when a loud shriek burst out, I almost had a heart attack. If I wasn't restrained to the table, I probably would have fallen over in shock. The boy on the table next to me, drenched in his own blood, began to thrash about, screaming in some language I couldn't comprehend as I stared at the sight, ears ringing. It took a few minutes, but his shrieking was soon joined by the chorus of footsteps thrumming against the thick tiles as a hoard of people in hazmat suits poured in. They surrounded the dripping boy, blood and sweat mixing as his eyes darted around the room, pupils blown wide. The saliva running down his face, and ruffled jett black hair made him look rather feral, like a wild animal. I could read the fear, confusion, and pain in his unique blue orbs and twisted expression. I was mesmerized, never having seen such a beautiful, nor unique color in a persons eyes before. He felt what I was feeling, only escalated, he was trapped in the same cage as I, only he was suffering more. It made me wonder when my turn would come as I shrunk back into the table. I was too tired to wonder how he was still alive, neck creaking and aching at the strain as I watched. Then, what I assumed to be some forms of scientists, poked and prodded at him in excitement, chattering away in yet another language I didn't understand. The boy cast me a fearful and outraged glance, spitting at the closest scientist. I was promised money, I was promised that this would help me. That I would feel better after this, but were they going to do that to me? I needed this money, I needed a better chance at life. Heck, I needed a new life, one where I would be born into a proper family, one that loved and kept me. Where I could have at least one proper meal a day, maybe a dog to run around in the backyard with. I wasn’t asking for much! This was, as they had said, ‘The opportunity of a lifetime!’ Opportunity my ass! What sort of messed up lifetime do they have, because I was frightened of dying here and now on this table! I squirmed, biting my lip in frustration at the strain on my body and the chaffing burn on my skin. The group turned my way as they pulled an inoculate mask over the boy, who fought the best he could until he was knocked out. In their hands were shiny scalping knives, goggles glowing in the dark room. I glared, hissing out a threat, a curse, spitting out a mixture of blood and spit. They approached slowly, murmuring in fast succession. And I prayed. Goodbye, don’t remember me. " ‘re’s no ‘n left, ‘nyway." ****************** ******** *** * Blood splattered around each and every surface. My heart and chest thumped rapidly, the beginnings of smoke streamed about and sirens rung through my ears, bouncing about my ribcage all the way down my legs. Where was I? What happened? My eyes couldn't focus, everything was too much. I was too overwhelmed. Burning paper and crunching black wood fell all around me, and a single figure stood.

It was a boy, he couldn't be much older than I.

I couldn't make out his features, I was too weak to focus.

He stood amongst the chaos, turned away from me.

Despite the roaring flames a few steps away from him, he shivered.

Hugging himself, rough, cold wind lashed his skin, shaking the leaf boy. Then he fell. The smoke, the breeze, the sirens, it all hurt my head. Nothing was making sense, it was all out of order, and it made a hot trail down my cheek.

The salt tears stung, yet they wouldn’t stop.

Breathing became too difficult, and my head throbbed to the point I couldn't take it anymore. I was tired, in pain, dazed and confused.

But I wasn’t scared. The last thing I saw, was the gleam of a pair of thin rectangle glasses perched upon a sharp face.

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******

Blinking, the boy sat up, whipping his head about, he searched for smoke, for flames, for anything.

It was so real, He thought, gripping his bed sheets. Too real...

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Of braids and jealousy (Thorin Oakenshield x reader)

Requested by: @queenofmankind

Request: Can I request a jealous Thorin Oakenshield please when he saw that the reader has allowed Kili to braid her hair because in the dwarves custom that is a display of intimacy & possession but the reader don’t know that because she’s human?

Word count: 1469

It was a particularly hot summer day as the Company of Thorin Oakenshield made its way to Erebor to retrieve the ancient dwarven kingdom from the claws of a northern dragon.

This would be something understandable if you were from Middle Earth, but this wasn't the way you wanted to spend your spring break: you'd been cleaning your dorm when you'd come across an old dusty book at the bottom of one of your cupboards. You recognized it as your aunt Talulah's birthday gift, which she had given you while she said: "Every book holds an adventure in it, just dare to enter it fully". As you'd turned the first page you had felt the world around you disappear as a black hole sucked you into the book.

Just your luck, you'd landed in a tree near what you would soon learn was called 'The Shire' , surprising the Company. It took you a while to reason to them and explain why you were wearing the clothes you wore, but thanks to Gandalf's gift of speech, you'd managed to land yourself a place in the group.

Since then you'd faced many dangers, noone your age may believe if told so. Not that everything was bad; the Company was a fun little group, and everyone had been really welcoming of you.

What you didn't count on is becoming emotionally attached to the dwarves, especially to the leader. Sure, he was much older than you, but he carried himself with a mixture of pride and nostalgia that drew you to him. More often than not you would drift off thinking what it would be like to become his queen, thoughts that you quickly shoved aside every time you noticed them because that was something proper for a fifteen-year-old full of foolish dreams.

Yet, who would have told your fifteen-year-old self that you would get sucked into a book?

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"Kili, could you help me with something?" The young dwarf had left the sausage he was cooking, sighing sadly as his brother stole it from him, and made his way to you "Tell me, and it shall be done" He crossed his arms proudly, making you chuckle "It's just, it's so hot in he-Don't you dare pull me an 'it's because I'm here' crap" At that he closed his mouth, earning a full laugh "I see that everyone had braids, and I was wondering if you could braid my hair to feel better, I fear I'm going to cut my hair with one of your swords if I don't do something about this" You had grabbed the ends of your hair, making puppy eyes to Kili, who got behind you and started to work. After a couple of minutes, your hair was tied in a beautiful braid, which surely would help you through the hot summery nights "Do women from your world not know how to do braids?" "Most of them do, but I was never interested in doing so"Shrugging, you stood up when Bilbo, Balin and Thorin returned from deciphering the map "Well, how did it go?" You asked the older dwarf, who grimaced "We need to reach the mountain before Durin's day, which is the end of summer" "Is it near?" "Far too near, we must-" Thorin's voice came to a halt once his eyes landed on you "We leave at morning" He cut his intervention short as he made his way past you "Did I do something?" You asked nobody in particular, as everyone busied themselves with packing.

You casted a glance at the Company's leader. He had been wearing a stern expression since Rivendell, probably because establishing relationships with elves wasn't something the dwarves enjoyed very much as you'd learned. That wasn't anything new, but he also had been actively avoiding you "Don't worry (Y/N), he's just wary of you as he is of me. We don't belong in here" Bilbo shrugged, not preoccupying himself of what Thorin thought of him.

But that was what worried you: you were lost in a world you thought was fictionary and in the middle of a quest which you needn't be part of, yet you had fought vigorously to save the Company from the trolls and were prepared for anything, and so this display of behaviour surprised you negatively.

As per our favourite dwarf king, he spent day and night thinking what he'd done wrong: everyone in the Company except for you and Bilbo picked up his display of affection, such as protecting you in case something happened as well as being caring despite his lack of trust to anyone outside his kin.

And still, Kili had won your heart. Perhaps it was a matter of age, as he wasn't one for pulling pranks or being 'fun', not with the task he carried on his hands.

Now, as he couldn't retract himself from his words or feelings, he opted for focusing on his mission and hope that you wouldn't be affectionate with Kili in front of him, and hoped his feelings for you would leave.

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One night, you decided you had enough.

"Thorin, may I have a word with you? Privately" He just nodded reluctantly, guiding you just after the treeline "Okay, so what's wrong with you and me?" Your tone surprised him, not expecting you to be so straightforward with your question. Nevertheless, he didn't bulge "Nothing" "C'mon, if I have to stay all night for you to spit it out I'm going to, is not my first sleepless night after all" You crossed your arms as you supported yourself with a nearby tree "I said nothing"

It was going to be a long night.

"So...Who wants to bet in which one gets down from his high horse?" "Lad, I think I will pass in this one...The lass has some if she goes toe to toe with Thorin" Dwalin smirked, lowkey hoping this would help his friend spill how he felt about you.

"...I fought to save your life!" Another string of shouts broke the silent night, as the Company tossed coins between themselves as the fight went on "So what! Nobody asked you to do so!" "I did because I wanted to, don't you understand? I'm in a world where everything is foreign to me...And you had been really friendly with me, what happened?"

Thorin couldn't bear to look at your eyes, his guilt too strong to prevent him from doing it "Who braided your hair?" That question completely threw you off "Wait-" Your tone stopped being pointed, yet your features remained like so "All this is because of the damn braid?" "Aye, because this dumbass right here didn't put his crap together to ask you out before Kili did" Dwalin came to view, tired of the back and forth "Kili did not ask me out!" "Then why did you let him braid your hair?!" Thorin pointed out your braid "Wow...Let me get this straight. Correct me if I'm wrong, but by letting Kili braid my hair I'm automatically 'dating' him?"

The two dwarves nodded as Dwalin calmed Thorin down from his outburst "First of all, what the heck is this? I only let him braid my hair because it was hot and don't know how to braid it myself; Second, this proofs tradition can lead to some serious misunderstandings; Third, Thorin were you going to ask me out?" Your face was red, from anger or embarrassment, only god knows "Aye, he was" Dwalin answered for the king, who looked just as baffled as you were "Is that true, Thorin?" "Didn't I tell you-" "I want to hear it from his lips, Dwalin" You interrupted the gruff dwarf, who just crossed his arms in exasperation "Thorin, I suggest you do so, nobody is going to be as stubborn as this lass...Or will put up with your pride" Thorin snickered at that, swallowing his pride "If you will still take me, an old man who becomes a dwarfling when musting up the courage to ask a pretty lass out-" You smiled, a tired but victorious one "Come here, you big oaf" You opened your arms, a gasp escaping your lips when Thorin lifted you "I'll leave you to it" Dwalin muttered, but you were in your own little world, with the background noise of groans and cheers -depending on their bets- of the Company's members.

Sure, there was a lot of communication and long hours of knowing eachother further -given your cultural backgrounds- to make it work, but not like every day you get to have a dwarf king as your boyfriend, right?

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seb-owns-these-tatas · 4 years

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Pup in the Shotgun Seat

Characters: Henry Cavill x Reader (Oneshot)

Summary: You’ve wanted to drive this time and it seems like Henry wanted to annoy you for hitting the brakes too much, resulting with him being adorable as he showed you how amazingly bad and good you are regarding with your driving skills.

Warnings: Just an adorable, cheeky Henry. Floof? Kind of floof that made me ask myself why I’ll be forever alone while I stan Cavill? Thigh holding cause damn that’s amazing?

Words: 1,041

A/N: This was supposed be a GIF drabble then ended up being a oneshot because it took 1k words. What the heck. Hehehhee. I just love Henry and his pup moment in driven to extremes that I had to make a drabble out of it. It was @agniavateira fault because I remember she sent me the drabble and I cooed and was like ‘this better have a drabble in my blog’ and look what happened! Hehehe!

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Disclaimer: PNG’s and pictures used in edits are not mine even the GIF’s too. However, the edits and this oneshot is definitely from moi.

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"Are we there yet?"

"Henry, shush."

"Are we there yet, though?"

Henry called shots over who will be driving today. It's not that he doesn't always drive---he does for most of the time. But, you’ve ruined it because you were being cheeky over wanting to drive his beautiful, sleek car. He tried to convince you that he was the better driver compared to you---pursuing to keep his car uninjured because you both know he treats them like his favorite miniatures that he always tries to paint on.

Your boyfriend was about to open his mouth and mock over how you were driving in a slow pace. It wasn't your fault that you were nervous by being attentively stared by Henry---probably judging you for how you've been pressing the brakes a little too harder than normal resulting with everyone moving back and forth in the car like it was skipping to the loo.

Even Kal had to bark out loud from behind because your driving made him fall to the floor, his huge, Akita body hitting the back of your seat which made you snicker and laugh in your annoying 'hehehe' giggle when Kal’s dad has given you a feigned glower from the side.

"Are you sure you didn't cheat with your driving test? you’re literally driving too slow---I’d probably arrive on the destination---faster with a horse," Henry mischievously added, raising a brow as he was looking at you; sitting on the shotgun seat.

Unconsciously, you've given him the side eye, taking your eyes off the road and lowly muttering your endearment for him in a warning tone, "Puppy..."

Henry sounded to be in distress, his eyes bulging out of his eye sockets for seeing you distracted over his teasing self, his accent utterly obvious the more he panicked over your driving skills, "Don't look at me---look at the road!"

"I AM!" you frantically yelled in between deciding to stare into his lovely self or actually focusing on driving, "---you're annoying me right now. I'm trying my best not to hit a car or something if I went past 60 km/h,"

The car basically revved at your exasperation, your foot stepping on the accelerator when you've began to increase speed. Swiftly turning up from 60 km/h to over a hundred in the middle of the highway, avoiding and swerving over a sports car that had the man glancing from the driver's seat to see Henry's elegant car speeding past his in an abnormal way like you were a race car driver.

You were best at driving; the type of driving seen whenever you play need-for-speed. You always win first place whenever you play.

"Woah! Babe, babe, babe!---alright, alright! Slow down before you both kill us and get charged with an over speeding ticket!"

A smirk was immediately growing on your face when you've seen the sport's car you've swerved from behind race up to you, the driver’s ego practically being challenged when he realized you were a woman. Henry had his hands up in surrender, running his mouth on you as he continued to playfully judge your incredible driving skills---honestly, you were suddenly looking hot in his perspective when he caught the grin you've managed to let him see as you looked on the side mirror, daring the driver to overpass yours.

"I told you to let me drive," Henry deeply muttered as a matter of fact, still teasing and being puckish as he sat completely bored on the shotgun seat, just watching how adorable and beautiful you were while driving his car.

You've slowed down for his sake, feeling his pretty baby blues on your form, "Oh my God---MEN!" exasperatedly, you sighed completely defeated. Your boyfriend catching sight of your smiling self, "---Don't you trust my driving skills?"

"To be honest, Nugget?" he plainly started, glancing on the road with a lovely grin. His teeth showing, fangs slipping in between his curled, cherry red lips.

"---No. You keep on running over chuckholes and press the brakes too hard,"

You've quickly gave him a glimpse of your curious self when you've felt the car seat bounce from a certain someone who was swaying his body from left to right, being in tune at the same time with the music playing on the radio like a kid who was excited to where they were going, "---keeps me going back and forth like we're in a bump car,"

One loud coo came from your side, giggling as you saw his head snapping from side to side; smiling in the middle of it all as he drastically showed you how you've made his body bounce from your driving. Henry heard your giggle and instantly stopped when he heard you laughing. A blush creeping its way to his face due to embarrassment.

"Oh my, Puppy!---you're adorable! Do it again!"

He shook his head, sinking on his seat and wanting for it to wallow in his shame. His eyes focused on the road, a small smile framing his features while he cleared his throat, his pitch jumping deeper as if he was serious and sending a warning, "I'm not taking chances. You're trying to make me look foolish---also, eyes on the road,"

Your giggles turned louder at that, catching how he'd basically turned into a big baby beside you and it seemed to be like it was an accident. Silence engulfed you both in, the radio being the only sound that kept everything inaudible. You were sure he was busy tapping on his phone before going back to driving with a pretty faster speed when you've felt a rough palm fall on your clothed, inner thigh.

The simple touch from him made you shift in your seat, your heart beat ringing in your ears from how his effect can ruin your focus with just one graze of his fingers on your skin.

"Henry," you tried catching his attention from his phone, calling his name which got him sparing a glance in a hot second, his thick fingers thrumming over your knee before his fingers danced along the top of your thigh; describing his habit as protective and letting you know that you were his and the same goes around for you.

"Stop touching my thigh---I can't drive seriously."

"Hmm?" he deeply hummed in question, chuckling to see you trying to keep a straight face as you drove to where you wanted. Henry shook his head, thoroughly naughty and cheeky as he gripped your thigh firmly with his fingers before speaking.

"---How about, no?"

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taliaquinn · 4 years

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Why Me!? Chapter 11

True Bee: I have been abandoned Betrayed UNLOVED

Maribug: I haven't even been gone for FIVE minutes, Didn’t Juleka confiscate your phone privileges?

True Bee: Right now she's occupied keeping the class from killing each other

Maribug: You should be helping her!!!

True Bee: I am, I'm giving the others the glare

True Bee: Wait Aurore and Kagami just stormed in

True Bee: ooooo now Kagami is yelling at Adrien

Maribug: Does she have her Saber? Please TELL ME SHE DOESNT!!

True Bee: Aww Aurore pulled her away before I could check :(

True Bee: Wait No, Now Aurore is yelling at Adrien

Maribug: Why the heck isn't Bustier doing anything!?

True Bee: Man I should’ve brought popcorn

True Bee: Oh Snap Mendeliev just walked in to pull Aurore and Chloe away

True Bee: Oop she’s glaring at Bustier and Alya now

True Bee: Lila is being Lila

True Bee: Not even 10 minutes and the class is already in Chaos without you

True Bee: Speaking of DUPAIN CHENG I EXPECT A MORE THOROUGH EXPLANATION!!

Maribug: Woman keep people from killing each other and I’ll Tell you soon

Maribug: Actually no keep the people we like safe, I Don't care about the rest

True Bee: Yes Ma'am

True Bee: KAGAMI HAD A SWORD I REPEAT KAGAMI HAD A SWORD

Maribug: Good Luck

True Bee: TRAITOR

Marinette felt bad she really did. But then again now the class wasn't her problem anymore and she felt joy. She prayed Chloe could keep the class together for a while. With a sigh, she walked up to her room to finish her packing. Her Maman was now busy calling Mr.Wayne to ask about the arrangements. Dick said that if Bruce wasn’t ready she could stay with him at Bludhaven in the meantime. Damian was texting her about the “rules”.

No mistreating his pets, Don’t try to become Graysons Favourite sibling “because that spot is already filled”. Don’t try to seperate Tim Drake from his Coffee, Cassandra Cain is dangerous but awesome and Jason’s Existence was to not be mentioned outside of the manor.

What was even that family? Seriously she knew that they all had interesting backgrounds but Wasn't Jason Todd murdered by an Arkham Crazy a few years ago? Seriously that family sounded like a perfect base for a Buzzfeed Unsolved episode. Huh maybe her secretly being a superhero won't be the strangest thing in the family.

Marinette quickly packed her sketchbook and made sure to put the horse miraculous box into her purse. Master Fu was updated to an extent that she was going to be out of the country, out of continent really, for a few weeks. Luckily she had Kalki to help with teleportation. She didn't have to panic about customs or anything. Mr.Wayne had a Private Plane. She’ll be flying over to Gotham with her parents and they'll be staying at a hotel for a few days. Get her “acclimated” to an American city and the customs. Paris will have to go without delicious sweets and treats for a few days.

Taking a final glance around the room Marinette was suddenly filled with a sense of homesickness. Didn't matter that she hadn't left,she didn’t even know when she'd come back. Sadly she had to leave some of her sewing and designing things. She had made sure to finish all of her commissions. However only a quick glance at her emails and her MDC website revealed that a lot of purchases and commission inquiries were being made. As soon as she gets to Gotham she will have to try a good fabric store and buy a new sewing machine and mannequin. She wasn’t a fool, she is definitely taking some of the expensive fabrics, Alexeis Fencing uniform was safely packed along with her saber.

With a final glance around she crawled down. And let the door shut with a final click.

Gotham City U.S.A 2:30 pm

“Sabine Sabine Sa- Of course, Marinette can stay with me for a bit longer. Yes yes, Dick already told me the basics about the situation. Are you sure you don’t want me to get involved? You really should get the police involved. I don’t like bullies or liars.” Bruce stated. Seriously Bruce was really tempted to fly over to Paris and press charges against those little demons. Heck, he wants to press charges against the foolish teacher and idiotic principle.

“Bruce calm down, trust me I will handle the school and the bullies, right now I want to get Marinette away from them” Sabine stated with a growing smirk. Oh, don’t mess with her. Bustier and Damocles are going down. However, she had to be a little patient and play the long game. She knew Marinette wanted to handle her classmates.

“Fine don’t worry about it, what are you two planning to do about school?” he asked, a bit concerned. Seriously another one of his kids was getting bullied and harassed.

Bruce was having flashbacks to the bullying and harassment Dick and Jason went through when they went to school. Dick dealt with months of being called things like gypsy trash, charity cases, and circus brat before he finally built up the courage and told Bruce. Jason on the other hand, Bruce found out really quickly about his bullying. Mostly because Jason would get into fights. Tim didn't deal with bullying that bad, sure he got called a nerd and orphan trash but Bruce handled that very quickly because by then he was an expert. Bruce wasn't willing to put Cassandra through school. No one dared bully Damian Al Ghul Wayne.

“We actually haven’t thought that far,” Sabine admitted sheepishly. “But we have the necessary paperwork prepared”

“Why not enroll her in Gotham Academy along with Damian?” Bruce suggested

“It's a private academy, the tuition is in the 30,000’s” Sabine suggested exasperatedly.

“You’re kidding right?”

“I’m just saying I don’t think Marinette would be comfortable with going to a school like that.”

“She went to school with a Model, The Mayor's Daughter, and a comic book artist”

“Bruce!”

“I’m just saying Gotham Academy has already been the school where all of my older kids have attended, plus it has the best security due to the fact that I funded it.” Yes, Bruce was an overprotective parent. Sue him.

With a sigh Sabine couldn’t help but give in she was also an overprotective parent. “Fine but You’ll be the one to deal with her freakout over the costs”

“Deal”

Orly Airport Paris, France 5:00 pm

With a quick hop, Marinette couldn’t help but gape at the private jet with the blaring WAYNE INDUSTRIES on the side. Once they were inside they made sure to get comfortable. It was going to be at least an 8-hour flight. Marinette took out her sketchbook and quickly sketched out a few new future designs. however, she took a quick glance at her parents and saw that her mother had dozed off on her father's shoulder. She quickly flipped a page that revealed a few ideas for an altered ladybug outfit. She needed a redesigned outfit. No more skin-tight suits or pigtails. She's doing a loose outfit and braids, being a superhero with loose hair was plain impractical.

Seriously there is a reason why all superheroes either have short hair or have their hair tied back. With a few final touches, she was done with the redesign, now all that was left was to show Tikki the new design. That's another worry for Marinette. Finding time to talk with Tikki was easy enough to do with her parents. They were bakers who had to wake up early so they usually went to sleep really quickly and early plus she was also an only child, which made it easy for Marinette to slip away for her Ladybug nightly adventures and talk with Tikki. How is she gonna manage that in a house filled with a bunch of people?

Marinette flipped to another page and decided to start sketching a new dress design. She’s curious about what type of colors she wants to use. Maybe Marinette should make it all black? No, too dark. Maybe a few touches of blue? Nah. Red? Nope, she has enough red clothing. Purple? Yuck. Red and Green? Nope, she doesn't want to look like a traffic light. Gold!! Black and gold would be perfect!! Cape? Wait no, Edna Mode the animated icon made a good point on why capes should be banned.

Taking a quick glance around she finally risked taking a peak on Tikki. Tikki was comfortable situated and munching on a bunch of sweets. Marinette softly closed the purse and decided that sleep was the perfect course of action. Wrapping her sweater around herself she allowed the warmth and darkness to overtake her.

Cesaire Apartment Paris, France 7:30pm

“Okay listen up gang since Marinette abruptly dropped out, it’s up to us to raise the money for the school dance and the end of the year field trip which is a few months away,” Alya said.

Lila was quick to point out how horrible and awful it was for Marinette to leave them with all the work.

Alya couldn’t help but notice that only a few people showed up to the meeting. Noticeably absent was Chloe, Juleka, Sabrina, Max (who said Markov needed a reboot or something) and Ivan. Alya couldn’t help but be concerned by the absences. They needed their help to get all the planning ready and everything.

Rose was squealing at a thought of being able to decide on planning the theme of the dance. “Oooohhhh I can’t wait for the dance, do you think Marinette would still make me a dress?” Rose asked while glancing around. Sudden realization seems to hit them all. This year they will most likely have to pay and buy their own dresses and suits. Marinette always made them their outfits and that was part of the reason that they became the talk of the school after a dance. They always looked stunning.

“Rose Marinette wouldn’t dare not make you a dress, you’re one of the sweetest girls in the school if she refuses to make you one then she is Heartless” Lila stated fervently. Oh, Lila was making sure to get her claws completely in the class, she didn’t have an obstacle anymore.

“Lilas right, Marinette would always help you no matter how mad she is at you.” Adrien chimed in. All of a sudden their phones started pinging. Adrien quickly took out his and gaped at what he was reading in the class group chat.

Sabrina has left the Chat

Ivan has left the Chat

Juleka has left the Chat

Max has left the Chat.

Chloe B: Max, Sabrina, Ivan, Juleka and I have made the collective decision to transfer to Ms. Mendelievs Class, Our Transfers were approved quickly, thanks to yours truly :)

Chloe B: Have fun figuring out how to pay for everything Your end of the school year class trip :) :) :)

Chloe B: Oh Marinette is no Longer doing free commissions, have fun with dress and suit shopping :) :) :) :) :))))

Chloe B: Toodles~ you will all haunt my nightmares for years to come

Chloe B has left the chat

A/N:

Hi guys, I don’t know what happened but suddenly theirs more of you :D. Thanks for taking a chance on me. Hope y’all like today's chapter. I wanted to quickly post for my insomniacs. Please Like,Reblog, comment and Follow :)

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