#fucking sucks ass dude like if i miss my meds shit gets bad

[stanknotstark]

The first time Loki does it is after 3 months of being teammates. Loki pulls you aside and his eyebrows are knitted.

“Have you taken your medicine today? Did you drink enough water to counter balance the dehydration it causes?”

Ok first of all how did Loki know your meds cause dehydration, even you didn’t know that. Second, did he see you as a baby that couldn’t handle itself, what the fuck. You’re about to tell the God off for being so inconsiderate when you truly see the look on his face. It’s full of genuine concern but otherwise there isn’t a sneer or contempt, just worry and inquisitiveness. 

“Yes, I took my morning pills and I’ll get a bottle of water soon.” You smoothly say to placate the God. He nods and the frown of concern drops to a neutral look. 

“How did you know I take meds by the way?” You ask.

“Stark told me that you take anti depressants daily, what could happen if you missed them.” Loki says flippantly. 

You hum thoughtfully but leave that conversation in the dust. 

The next time Loki asks you it’s in the heat of battle. You’re both fighting off some new bots that Dr. Doom had managed to build. The amount of bots surrounding the area makes you wonder how much free time the man has or if the bots are made in a factory setting, either way both are concerning. 

You had been feeling a little off all day and there was something on the edge of you mind that you knew you had forgot but you couldn’t for the life of you figure out what it was you had forgotten. Feeling off you had made a few remarks depreciating your body and even some vague remarks to the robots about ending your life. You hadn’t noticed Loki’s concerned looks but you had heard Stark’s concern when he asked if the both of you were ok. He was clearly asking about you but included Loki so he wouldn’t single you out. Loki answered positive then when you had taken out the robots in your section pulled you into an alcove and asked, “Did you take your pills today?” 

Bingo! You had forgotten to take your medicine! 

Groaning and face palming you told Loki, “No, I completely forgot, that’s why I feel so weird today.”

Loki hummed then his hands worked his magic and he had two familiar pills in his hand which he offered to you. You looked at him suspiciously but thanked him and took the pills. 

Later on when you were working your way through more robots you grunted from impact of your fist into the robot then asked Loki, “You just carry everybody’s medications on you or something?”

“No.”

“Hmm.” 

Months later you find yourself in a precarious situation. You’re an Avenger so it comes with the title and all but you were kidnapped. Some group that went by The Ten Rings, someone which Tony had dealt with in the past if you remembered his reports correctly. 

You were strong you could handle torture, Shield had prepared you for it, intensively. What thy couldn’t prepare you for was the deep depression that would hit you when you hadn’t taken your pills in a week. 

You’re on day 7 of not having your pills and while you try to stay optimistic you can’t help the small voice in the back of your head telling you the Avengers weren’t going to come for you, that you were alone, that no one liked you enough to save you. You would simply shake your head and think of all your fond memories of the Avengers, of a newfound family that was yours. 

Depression isn’t a reasonable argument though. Trying to argue with clinical depression is like arguing with a brick wall. So your thoughts became dark. The Ten Rings set you up in a room, you alone in a chair, crying, and a video camera in front of you. Most likely the Avengers were going to see this but your hope was dwindling too fast. 

“Please let me die, let me rest, they don’t care, they’re not going to come for me, so just kill me already!” You started softly pleading then it turned to a sobbing yell. Struggling against your bonds but giving up too fast. 

“I can’t-I can’t do this anymore, kill me, please.” You breathed out, closing your eyes tight and letting yourself fall forwards as much as your bonds let you. 

The Ten Rings stopped the recording and took you back to your room where you cried intermittently. You weren’t sure if it was hours or days that passed considering they had left you in a dark room but there was an unmistaken rumble from the ground. Then the walls started shaking and you could hear yelling outside your room. 

“Where is she?” A fevered voiced yelled above everyone screaming. It was only a few minutes longer then the door to your room opened and you squinted at the figure blocking some of the light through the doorway. The figure quickly made their way to you and kneeled next to you, their hand cupping your jaw and bringing your eyes to their green ones. 

You let a sob tear out of you and laid your head on his shoulder as he cut your restraints, your hands automatically curling around him as he picked you up and carried you away. 

Once you were back in the tower, showered, and laying in bed, Loki came and sat at the edge of the bed with a glass of water. Handing you two of your pills and the glass of water, he watched you take your medicine and smiled softly when you nodded to him in thanks, handing him back the water. 

Closing your eyes you sighed and fought the lump in your throat to say, “I didn’t know if-” 

“We never stopped looking for you, the minute we knew you were gone we were all on a hunt.” 

You swallowed and looked up at Loki.

“Did you see...”

“Yes.”

You flinched but Loki laid a comforting hand on your head then began stroking his thumb over your temple. 

“You couldn’t help the thoughts, you had been without your medicine for a week, don’t feel guilty for something you can’t control.” Loki said, his eyes looking over you as if checking to make sure you really were ok. When they came to rest on your eyes you gave a small smile.

“Thanks.” You said with a big yawn.

“Sleep, I’ll come check on you in a few hours.” 

You tried to reply with at least an ‘ok’ but you felt yourself pulled into sleep before you could say anything else. 

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@imagine-loki i forgot to tag you so sorry! Im not sure if this was your imagine or a submitted one but I really liked the idea of it and since im trying to figure out loki I wrote something 😋

#loki x reader #prompt #i feel like i could have written maybe one or two more scenes but i didnt want this to become unbearably long so :p #loki odinson #clinical depression #fucking sucks ass dude like if i miss my meds shit gets bad #one shot #loki #my writing #prompt fill #didnt follow the prompt exactly but ive been wanting to write something like this for awhile #imagine-loki

[nny11writes]

I totally missed six sentence sunday, so instead enjoy this scene that belongs to NOTHING but I like enough to post somewhere! :)

Her eyes were burning by the end of it but it was worth it. Pumping her fist in the air in victory, body folded like a week old shrimp into her busted chair, she had finally beaten her all time high score on the free online game: dimensions mahjong. Look, shut up. No. Shut up. She knows, okay? But it’s a spinning 3D version and she can see the tiles more clearly which is a big bonus. Catra has been playing digital versions on mahjong since she was 13 and got pissed off at the cheating AI in hearts, which she played after getting pissed off at the bullshit nonsense from solitaire (which she played after being lost at chess but to her credit she was seven or eight at the time). The point is, she really, really enjoys mahjong even if an actual player could wipe the floor with her, and this motherfucker had been taking her out at the knees for months since her high score. This was victory! This was sweet, sweet-

“…oh, Wildcat.” Scorpia whispered with tears in her eyes that Catra decided to pretend we’re of pride and joy. Definitely didn’t look like the oh no that dog chasing its tail ran face first into something face. She was ignoring it the way she was ignoring her eye twitch, this was fine.

Entrapta, her true friend, cheered mindlessly, “Nice job! What was it?”

Half dead from staying up two extra hours past her regular bedtime (shut UP adulthood sucked okay) to climb this mount olympus, she was a little too happy saying, “34,700!”

“Weeeeeaaaak!” Entrapta bemoaned, hanging upside down now to glare at her. “You’re better than that. You hit 38k four months ago.”

Never mind, it had not been worth it. “FUCK!”

“Language and drink your coffee please.”

“Oooooor,” Scorpia chuckled weakly, “consider not doing that. Isn’t it, like, one in the morning over there?”

Her head throbbed when looked at the digital clock, the numbers almost looking like they were flickering. “Uhhh...no?”

“Yes,” Entrapta, her fakest friend in the whole world, translated.

Sure, she felt like shit but that didn’t mean she wanted to sleep, jesus christ. Sleep might fix a lot of this (and so would a glass of water) (wait, had she taken her meds tonight?) but she wasn’t weak sauce, she was- she was- the metaphor doesn’t matter! Catra was a grown ass adult and could stay up as late as she wanted! Fuck future her, that person was a bitch who was always complaining about past her. 

“Catra!” Scorpia wailed in distress as she chugged the rest of her drink.

She was out of excuses, but she was never lacking the desire to be right. “Glimmer drinks coffee before bed all the time!” God sleep deprivation made her a dumbass, what a bad argument. Disgusting.

“Glimmer needs the caffeine to fall asleep though,” Entrapta tapped her chin thoughtfully before her eyes went wide, “Wait.”

“Too late, it’s drunk. I’m drunk. No, wait- I drank! Scorpia I can feel you being sad from here, stop it.”

Scorpia shook her head, looking defeated, “You’re going to suck in the morning, dude.”

“I am a DELIGHT!”

“Nah,” Entrapta, taking advantage of Catra’s distraction had swooped in and somehow turned the computer off. “Bad cat.”

“NO!” Scorpia’s shout was loud enough to almost overwhelm the mic.

“The results of my study are in, you are a stinky bastard boy.”

Catra sputtered, stomach cramping from the sheer force of stopping her belly laughter. “ExCUse ME!?”

“Nooooo!”

Entrapta had her phone out and ready though, “On a scale of 1-10 how effective was my joke? Follow up question, did you understand my references?”

“You know what? I’m going to bed.” Catra huffed and only after getting snuggled under the blankets did she realize that had been Entrapta’s plan the whole time.

#catra #entrapta #scorpia #super pal trio #she ra #spop #scene from nowhere and nothing going nowhere else lol #technically a modern AU

[sera-cb]

My vaccine experience has been terrible and stressful and it’s put me in a really weird spot where I 100% believe everyone should get this thing if they’re at all able, but also am terrified to try again myself. Which I have to do, it turns out! Because even with this capitalism’s efforts to do things cheaply and as automated as possible has just absolutely fucked me apparently.

Like first off, I have a day job five days a week and every other weekend I am scheduled to do art streams, one for backers and one for comms, which both are typically needed to make ends meet.  Work won’t pay me to miss time for side effects, and I’m finding it very difficult to do these big-ass seven hour streams two weekends in a row on top of my usual work weeks, so finding the right time to get the first dose was a nightmare, but also

that nightmare began with like an hour wait inside of a Walgreens to see if the last appointment would show up or not, because “walk-ins open” is sort of only half true I guess, but largely because if they just gave it to me they’d need to open a new set of the things and they’d all go bad for my sake and that sucks.  Fine, I get it, but the dude didn’t show so they scheduled me for the next day.

Then, as I was walking away, the dude shows up, and the guy flags me down and goes “hey let’s do it now after all.”  Rad, I thought. Progress.

Another hour waiting in Walgreens.

I finally get the shot. She hands me some papers. I need to wait around for 15 minutes to be observed, they said. Alright, fine. I read the papers while I wait; the side effects of the shot possibly killing you are basically 1:1 with what happens to me during a panic attack. I’ve developed this weird history with needles where I get panic attacks or something adjacent with some weird and mildly random delay after getting any kind of shot.  Now I’m thinking about that and the room is spinning. I call my wife hoping she’ll talk me down. I get about two sentences into that call before I wake up to my phone ringing on the floor.  Nobody on staff notices.

Three hours after getting there, I hobble out of Walgreens. I’m basically wiped out for three days - even without the shot, the weird lightheaded shit I get from these pass-out sessions does some vile stuff to the rest of my body that lingers for a day or two sometimes.

I was advised that since I got the shot day-of after all I’d need to reschedule my appointment, though, and this led to problems.  Walgreen’s vaccine setup only does appointments in pairs; if you missed the first, you won’t get the second, and there was to our knowledge no way to do just the second, especially via their robo phone tree. Kaz deals with Walgreens all the time for her meds, so she knows how to get through the phone tree - it’s by being so hostile that I feel bad for the robot, for the record - but when asking if we could schedule just a second shot either they hung up on us or the line went dead.

I said “screw it, I’ll just show up in a few weeks,” but then I just never did, because I didn’t have a hard deadline to my knowledge and I was quite stressed out from the whole experience, but it turns out that the day I finally worked up the will to get the second dose? Where I had people willing to be there for me in case things went south again?

Three days after the six week deadline before the whole thing is moot, which nobody told me about.

So now I’m back to square one, barely able to work my will up for one more shot but staring down two, wondering if this means I now have the option to go somewhere else or if that counts as mixing vaccines, which even I know to be bad, and feeling incredibly lost and frustrated with the whole thing.

And the brutal truth is that none of these places have accommodations for Kaz that would allow her to get the damn shot anyway! She can’t stand around a Walgreens for hours. She could barely walk back to where the pharmacy even is, and all like two chairs back there are made for skinny little asses so she’d have nowhere to sit while her spine declares war on her. (And this is all ignoring that she basically can’t go out during daylight without a bunch of excess precaution since her antidepressants have rendered her some sort of vampire in the skin department, by which I mean the amount of time it takes for her to get sunburnt is less than the time it takes to walk to the car from the house.)

So I’d still need to act like I haven’t had the shot, because even though it’d stop me from getting sick, I could still bring something home and transmit it to her. Nothing about my life would change. I cannot go back to “normal.” At this rate, ever.

So on the one hand I’m with everyone going “hell yeah get your shot”

but on the other I am effectively one of the people who hasn’t, with someone else who hasn’t and seemingly can’t (I do not understand why we can’t just set up an appointment with her doctor, who does have accommodations, for this??? Why does it need to be some retailer pharma??), and the whole thing is both deeply frustrating, confusing in implementation, and leaving me feeling like a hopeless statistic that’s here just to frustrate everyone else.

Like, I’m probably never going to have a group of people over again? Game nights are gone. Socializing is gone. Web calls never replaced it, we’re not that important to anyone. Holidays are well dead. My family has tried to talk us into attending church for several things, including Christmas and Mother’s Day, and just doesn’t understand how not plausible that is. Kaz is high risk; I have been assured that if she gets COVID, she almost certainly will die. I can’t play fast and loose with this shit like everyone around me wants to. I’m forced to come into work every day as it is and still dread coming up the stairs and being forced to be within five feet of another person, none of whom have ever masked during this thing. If I thought there was a safer job available to me that wouldn’t leave us homeless, I’d take it in a heartbeat.

Sorry for the long post. I just feel so defeated by this whole mess and I keep seeing post after post saying anyone who doesn’t get the shot is an idiot, basically, and while I realize we’re outliers I feel terrible all the same.

[byacatalepsy-archive]

( aron piper, 19, he/him ) welcome to san francisco, james “jaime” kaplan. rumor has it they are a witch/reaper, but only they could tell you the truth! when i close my eyes, i think of them and imagine smoke on a rainy window, graveyards at night, a cool breeze in summer.

y’all ever seen oliver twist? yeah, this is kinda that. except some supernatural bullshit is thrown into the mix bc why not have everything suck even more ???

tw for child neglect, begging, exploitation, drugs, alcohol, sex, suicide

BACKGROUND

so jaime was born in seattle, as, simply put, an accident. his dad YEETED and he was raised by a mother who didn’t want him and only kept him around for the allowance money and for the various tasks she would send him to do (cleaning, groceries, etc.)

when he was 8 years old, mommy got a boyfriend and said boyfriend was very mad at his existence ( bc what ??? kids require money to raise ??? and he wanted to use that money for drugs and other great stuff ??? ). so, one weekend, mommy sent jaime to his grandpa’s ( the only other relative and also someone who gave a shit abt him ) and when he came back, he found the house...... empty. bitch just took off with her bf and left her son to the void.

he lived with grandpa for a couple of years, not knowing that the dude was poor af and had to stop buying meds in order to give jaime what he needed. unsurprisingly, the illness caught up to him and ol’ grandpa had a heart attack and died. rip.

now 10 years old, jaime decided he didn’t want to go to an orphanage ( he heard stories, he knew what these places were like ) so he decided handle his own, in the big city streets. obviously, he had to resort to some things to survive: begging, stealing, even making use of the empathy of people who were impressed by a sad, little orphan.

one day, he was noticed by a wrong crowd. some folks who rounded up kids and sent them to beg for profit. they thought “aw this kid’s cute let’s snatch him up” and so they did. for the next few years, jaime lived his life being passed around like a hot potato, ending up in the hands of various people finding various ways to benefit off poor, homeless kids ( fortunately for him, he narrowly escaped the...... hardcore ones that sent kids for...... ahem truly fucked up stuff ).

finally, when he was 15, he ended up trying to pick pocket some dude using his magic. he must’ve been 12 when he discovered he can do cool things, deciding to use them to aid him in his life of petty crimes. it just so happened said dude was part of a network bigger than he’d ever known. he scooped jaime up and brought him to the man simply known as spades, the head of something similar to a supernatural mafia. a network of ( mostly ) humans seeking to survive in this world by getting leverage on everyone and knowing everything about everything. spades thought this crafty witch kid fit in just right.

in exchange, jaime was given a roof over his head again. a proper one. he was given his own money and he was allowed to get back to school. all he had to do was carry out the mob’s tasks, which usually involve being the middle man between them and other various people. sometimes he has to steal things or grant magical favors to allies. sometimes he even has to enact revenge on the mob’s behalf. 

he ended up in san francisco around a year ago, when he also started attending the salvatore school, after an arrangement made by spades ( he does want his witch lackey to tone his skills ). he was also tasked with finding out what’s going on in he city and with possibly bringing more witches into the fold.

OTHER STUFF

so, needless to say, jaime is very crafty, sneaky, and clever. he might’ve missed some school years, but he managed to catch up pretty quickly ( he’s a very fast learner and adapts to every situation he’s in ). he’s also observant and intuitive and has fantastic gut instinct. that being said, he’s particularly closed off and distrustful. and pessimistic. can you blame him? some might even say he has nihilistic tendencies, being convinced he’s just floating about, trying to survive until death, with no real purpose to his ( or anyone’s ) existence.

because of that, he doesn’t truly have a moral compass. he just goes by what feels right or wrong in that moment. 

he has a greatly developed aesthetic eye and tends to have a pretty complex and artsy perspective on everything.

yeah, he struggles with depression. has been for a while now. it’s not diagnosed because no one gave a shit enough to send him to therapy. but it’s pretty bad, while also allowing him to be somewhat functioning. 

MEMES !! he loves memes. whatta guy. this one didn’t age well

flaming bi mess

UPDATE

important thing that was not mentioned in the og intro: the gangbangers. the endearing name for the group of morally bankrupt friends he’s basically always with. they go ( or went ) to school together and basically brought out the worst of each other given they engage in just about ...... anything ( yes, drug orgies included ).

his father is death. yes, literal death. he’s not the first one in existence, just the only one still around of this kind. the background is that death sometimes fucked around, quite literally, and stuff happened. it’s not really the death from supernatural bc they have so many shapes, forms, and incarnations, but conceptually, it’s still death.

as a result, jaime is kind of a witch/reaper hybrid. he doesn’t have any reaper abilities. the only ‘bonus’ perk he got was that his dna is kind of wonky when it comes to dying and he kind of can’t die. he’s a loophole of life and death. or, rather, he can’t die yet. nothing is truly immortal. and he can still die of old age.

he’s just recently found out this Fascinating truth, so he’s the ben affleck meme.

he also kind of hit it up with the reaper who’s been always cleaning up the dead around him ( blows kiss to alistair lennox ). he kinda hated the guy at first, but now they’re highkey in love with each other sans the fact that fact has yet to come out :clownemoji: at least they had a nice trip to barcelona ahahaha

he also might have feelings for his best friend ( blows kiss to adan garza too ) which started to bloom when he kinda accidentally took a bullet for adan’s stupid ass, came back from ‘the dead’ to find adan with his humanity shut off, then literally offed himself to bring it back. it worked, they shared a moment, now it’s a gay crisis

#apx:intro #update

[fivenightsatfreddysfanfiction]

Circus Baby’s Day Guard

Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza and Parties underwent a re-branding after Fazbear Entertainment ‘dissolved’. Years later a new security guard is hired to help out. One shift brings up problems he hadn’t anticipated....

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"Does it count as a bribe if the person you're giving money to in order to avoid some nasty shit happening is your own mom?"

Blinking rapidly as he came out of his thoughts, the security guard for Circus Baby's Pizza and Parties looked down at the young teen sitting beside him at one of the dining room tables. The boy fiddled with a slice of pizza, one of the few he had on his plate for a snack, then looked back up at the guard, mouth set in a thin line while he waited for an answer.

"Dude, I dunno. It's keeping her off our backs for now so we just gotta deal with it," the guard muttered back, rolling his eyes before resuming scanning the rest of the dining room to be sure everything was okay.

Parents sat at long tables with kids, munching on pizza and other treats while still more children played games or on the indoor play equipment. Several were gathered at the animatronic stage, dancing along in that uncoordinated way as Circus Baby sang for them, performing light and quick dance steps of her own in flashy twirls. The music from the Fazband drifted over the customers, interspersed with the sounds of happy squeals and laughter.

"Any new games come in lately?" the boy asked suddenly and the guard looked down at him, jerking a thumb over his shoulder.

"Still the same batch, but I think boss lady got Midnight Motorist fixed if you wanna give racing a go," he said and then gestured towards the pizza on his plate. "Not hungry?"

"Yeah, I am! I'm gonna take it with me to the game so I can eat and play." The boy smirked, a sharp smile crossing his face. "I can handle a dumb video game with just one hand. Skills~!" The guard let out a few chuckles that threatened to grow louder before muffling himself with his hand, smile wide behind it.

"You're a real punk. You know you're not supposed to take food with you to the games, right?" he pointed out, an eyebrow raised teasingly. The teen huffed and rolled his eyes, getting up with the plate anyway.

"I got family on staff, don't I?" he taunted, mirroring the raised eyebrow and the guard just laughed again, shaking his head.

"Fine, fine. But don't let boss lady catch you or she'll give both of us an earful!" he called out as the boy headed over to the rows of games.

"It's fine! She likes me best~!"

The guard rolled his eyes and decided to walk the floor, monitoring the scampering children that crowded the pizzeria. Different pizzas with their toppings and sauces had smells drifting about that he picked up on, and he sniffed at the air with all the wariness of a bloodhound seeking out unknown scents in the mix. Garlic and cheese made his mouth water and he had a quick flash of regret that he didn't swipe a slice off the teen's plate for a snack. He shook it off mentally and resumed observing the room, eyes sweeping over people and ticking off behaviors into checklists of what was socially acceptable and what could need additional tracking.

It didn't take him long to make his rounds and he returned to the games section in time to see the teen he'd left behind get shoved away from the racing game by a taller teen.

"Girls suck at video games! Just run back home and play with your dolls!" the brat spat out.

"The fuck did you just call me, you fucking piece of shit?!" the smaller teen snapped back, getting back to his feet.

"I'm telling on you!" The brat's face lit up at the guard storming over to them, "Hey! Mr. Guard! This chick was messing with the games and she had food here and said a bunch of swear words…!"

"I got cameras on you assaulting my brother, you lil shit. You're lucky I don't take you out to the back alley and break every one of your shit-stained fingers," the guard hissed softly into the other teen's ear, leaning close into the startled brat's personal space. "You get your high pushing around anyone smaller than you, but your own body's not growing enough to keep up with everyone else. In a year, you'll be left behind, a tiny reminder in the eyes of those you've harassed and there's not enough size to you to back up your bark. You'll get your highs off pain meds that'll need to get pumped into you once all your old victims are done getting their pound of flesh from you." The brat whimpered at him, eyes wide as he pulled back just enough to lock their gazes together, his own eyes searing coldly into the teen. "Why don't you take your piss-laden ass out the door and don't ever fucking step foot in here again? Trust me, you'll live a much longer and happier life if you never cross my watch again."

The acrid smell of fresh urine wafted past him as the teen fled in terror and the guard stood with a disgusted expression, stepping back from the dark stain on the carpet as the boy stepped up to him and tugged a bit on his sleeve.

"Sorry you had to do that," he mumbled guiltily and the guard shook his head.

"Are you okay?" he asked and the teen shrugged a shoulder, looking up as the pizzeria owner walked briskly towards them.

"I'm fine. Would've kicked his ass if you hadn't shown up," he said softly.

"Mister Herrera, mind explaining to me why I just had a family of three bolt out of here screaming about intimidation and bodily threats?" Meera asked, one eyebrow raised as she folded her arms over her chest, head tilting as she waited for an answer.

"Hey, boss lady," the guard greeted with a sheepish grin, lifting a hand to wave at her as his brother rolled his eyes. "Cameras caught it but basically that bitch ass punk pushed my lil bro and tried to pick a fight. It's his third strike; caught him shoving around other kids on a couple other visits in the past, trying to bully 'em into giving up their tickets."

Meera's eyes narrowed, a dangerous glower flickering over her face before it smoothed back out to a frown. Her gaze dropped down to the teen beside him and looked him over quickly. "You alright? You can press charges if you want. I'll call the police for you," she said softly. The teen shook his head.

"I've had worse happen. No biggie. But I could use a fresh plate since that asshole flipped mine." He gave his best puppy-eyed expression and small, hopeful smile at her scowl.

"Fine, but no taking it to the games section! The carpet's harder to clean than tile," Meera pointed out and wrinkled her nose. "Ugh, speaking of clean up, stay out of here for now. Gotta get the janitor to come out and wet vacuum here. God, next time, don't scare kids into pissing themselves!"

Mr. Herrera rubbed at his head, still sheepishly grinning. "Eh, no promises?" he chuckled as he and the teen both moved away to an empty dining table, leaving Meera to pull out the barrier ropes and set them up around the Midnight Motorist game.

"This would be easier if I could get a job too. Then I wouldn't have to be here for your whole shift," his brother grumbled, flopping down into his seat with a pout.

"You're underage. What are you gonna do? Open a lemonade stand?" Herrera asked with a grin as the teen grimaced. "Not like you can get paid to play video games all day." He missed the thoughtful expression that came over his brother's face as he turned his attention toward Circus Baby, the animatronic walking up to them with a platter balanced perfect in one hand, plate of fresh pizza and tall glass of soda ready to be served. "Hey, Baby, performance done for the hour?"

"It was cut a bit short due to… reasons," she said simply, green eyes shifting to look over at him, judging him over her eternal wide smile. Herrera smiled back, nervous and wide and uncertain. "Not bad. I probably would have done the same if I'd caught the asshole myself." She set the plate and glass down in front of the teen, who dove into the food eagerly. "Everything okay? Do you need anything else?" she asked him.

The boy waved her off, food shoved into his mouth as he kept his eyes down on the plate. Baby straightened with sigh and looked back over at the guard. Giving him a short nod, she tucked the platter under one arm and walked away, heels clicking softly over the tile of the dining room floor.

"You know she's trying." Herrera said after a few moments passed. The teen gulped down some of his drink then wiped the sleeve of his hoodie over his mouth.

"He's still an asshole," he replied and grinned up at him. "Besides, I got you, don't I?"

Herrera looked at him, head tilted, as he considered their situation. He smiled again, reaching out to ruffle his brother's hair. "Yeah. We got each other's backs," he agreed.

"And I'm pretty sure I can get paid to play video games."

"Eat your fucking food, punk."

END

#fnaf #pre-vr arc #vr protags #circus baby #meera cobett #fanfiction #pizzeria simulator #fnaf: help wanted

[ronsgayplace]

Long post with lots of CWs

Cw swearing, suicide, gender dysphoria, disabilities, physical pain, mental health probs, menstration, death, drugs, nazis, end of the world

Aaaah this post is a lot of ranting and maybe not for the faint of heart or anyone who might get worried about me.

Like i knoowwwww this pain I feel is magnified by a lot of shit like pms and dysphoria for example. Also cramps. I have cramps and my period isn’t for 5 more days. Thanks body, you asshole.

Like damn can’t I just sleep? Or fall asleep silently crying without getting a sinus headache from trying to cry quietly for my roommates’ sake??

There’s so much yet so little wrong.

The world is literally ending and falling apart.

Yet I want to die anyway so good I guess?

My body is a huge fucking mess. Physical health problems such as bad joints, shoulder and back pain from having huge tits I hate, bladder problems from being scared to use the school bathroom as a kid cuz it was germy so I held it in too much, cysts on my fucking useless ovaries that hurtt, my eyes don’t see things right and it makes me scared to drive, getting sick every month or so cuz fuck if I know but it sucks, stomach and guts problems that are pretty stupid too.

But omg my mental health?? Like my anxiety and sensory stuff is wild. My ease into sliding into sucidal thoughts is worrisome to say the least. Memory issues cuz of the weed I used to smoke as a youngin, the stress I was always under, or the fucking psych meds I’ve been on since the age 14. Oh and I either need to drink a shit ton of caffeine(mountain dew) to stay awake daily or I fall asleep sitting up.

And please don’t get me started on the dysphoria here people. My god I’m getting started! I hate my chest it hurts me so much lately, like physically. Plus like I dislike them more and more as time goes on. I literally want to lose weight just so maybe they’ll go away. But like top surgery seems so far away and I’m not knowledgeable on the process. And I know very little about T too. I just want my face too look less femme and stupid. And my tits not to be there or be so fucking huge. Idk my dudes. My period is crazy dysphoria inducing and I’m crying and aaahhh

I can’t fucking sleep.

I have a project due tomorrow and I barely have anything done and I wanted to wake up early to work on it all day but GUESS NOT. GUESS IM A FUCKING MESS AT 2am again.

Why am I even in college rn. I’m gunna die in a few years tops. And I’m gunna not get anything useful out of this. Just putting off my career of nothingness and cashiering till I die artfully by starving.

Abilty to hold a job? With this mess of a flesh vessel? HA!

Oh and I had a lil party tonight. In which I cried at the end of the night. We watched a apocalyptic movie and I cried like damn I might die cuz that dbag might actually get the nazis to kill me and the world is actually ending and oh god. Or I might just kill myself like fuck if I’ll let the nazis win, my man.

Oh and I missed my two best friends tonight too. God damn it are all the feelings dumb tonight.

I’m lucky I have a small amount of family and Marina and some good glimpses of happiness that I can remember when it’s not 2am and I’m crying in my apartment in my underwear before my period and after a long ass day. God knows what would happen if I didn’t have those things. I mean I knows what would happen. But I’m not gunna say it cuz I basically already did like half a dozen times in this post.

#cw everything

[gloieee]

Times Flies ?

Time is flying by so fast. Things feel like an eternity ago, yet at the same time, I can’t believe it’s the end of November, that it’s been 4 months since med school started, that it’s been [X weeks/ months] since some other big event in my life (which 2019 has been FILLED with). It seems time is going by faster than ever. I wonder if I’ve written about this before. Since 2018, life has just zipped by.

Belated interjection from 11/29, *To a certain degree I feel as though 2019 has been the most dynamic year for me, yet also one with the most internal changes. At least, the internal changes don’t necessarily line up with the external changes that have happened. They’ve been ironically out of sync—mundane, farcical events have led to large scale, disproportionately catastrophic changes in my values and life decisions. With all the emotions I’ve been feeling, I’ll likely write more on how I feel about 2019 later (once I (hopefully) pass my block and head back home for 2 weeks), but I will say, contrary to how I’ve felt at certain points, it’s been a great year. It’s funny to say it, because I do think I feel this way because my years prior sucked so much—thinking back to the years (literally) of one medical crises after another, romantic tragedies and toxicities, extreme uncertainty, horrible living situations and insane schedules, and emotional losses, I do think my Korean “3 years of Catastrophe” (although it felt like slightly more) has truly passed. And it feels damn fucking good. What happened this year seems more-or-less natural, normal tribulations of a mid-twenty something-year-old grad/med student with a lot of feelings, and I am so very grateful for that. (If I pass this final, which I’m genuinely afraid for for the first time in my life), I really do think everything will be fine.

In theme with the rush of time, the songs I’ve been listening to lately have been more about the vibe than the lyrics; more of an intense, fleeting sentiment rather than a deep, heavy rumination of the lyrics.  It’s been the kind of songs that zip by as you just bop your head running errands (or more rarely, study) or do some silly squiggly dances to as you rush to a social gathering/ meeting that will inevitably wreck you. Which is in a bit of a contrast to my previous posts. I think it makes a lot of sense given my state of mind. This is really the way I prefer myself to be—although, it’s hard for me to maintain long-term. Unfortunately, I’m often in this state only when I’m not dealing with real things, or issues of consequence in my life. But maybe one day, I’ll feel light and superficial even as real shit occurs. Not sure whether I want that, but just saying, maybe.

I was exalted when I discovered myself singing These Days by Mike Stud in my head, cause my very rare (if I do say so myself), horrible taste in a random ass song hits again. It brings me such giddiness. It’s Girls Love Beyonce and Drake 2.0. I don’t know if “Stud” is his real last name, but the brute tackiness and appropriateness of the name makes me snort. This song, which strikes me as having very low production value, maybe unironically, sums up “these days” for me very well. I love how non-committal he is, how he contradicts himself constantly, how he sounds like he’s just singing from a makeshift home studio in a garage that doubles as a bedroom cause it has a mattress on the floor, but is still so confident with it.

These Days- Mike Stud

Hell nah I ain't sleep today but I'mma be okay Miss my family on the east, but fuck it I can't leave L.A (It’s funny how I also miss my family on the east, just so much further)

Like, what's next, what's that, what's up I just wanna chill, drink, smoke, fuck Somehow you hot as hell but still cold as fuck

Bad bitch my only type, independent too, get it boo Just promise me you won't let all the bullshit they say get to you

I've been doing great I guess I can't complain I don't think about yesterday Every move is calculated, this shit ain't no guessing game

How many come ups until it's destiny How many come ups until it's meant to be I hear them talking, that don't get to me That ain't shit to me, same dude, different dream This is me

If you really wanna know, these women, man they come and go Cause one minute she's the one, the next you really never know

With so many things, I feel like they come and go. Time has been crazy, and it’s really beginning to feel like I’ll just really never know what’s in store. Not in any dramatic or negative way. I think before, when life was throwing shit curveballs, I (may have) thought once that stopped happening, I might be in a “stable place.” At least, I yearned to have some certainty in life. I’m realizing that my life is pretty stable for the first time ever, but that there still isn’t too much certainty. At least, I’ve been strongly yearning for certainty yet again these past few weeks and months (albeit in a different way than before). I’ve been thinking so much about my future, my career, my relationships for a while, and it struck me how little I know about what I want. Or how often what I want changes, but also doesn’t. It’s the most bizarre thing. I guess that’s the definition of “one minute [he/she/it] is the one, the next you really never know.” BUT, I think I’m becoming okay with that.

Another theme that has been recurrent is, I want to be bad lately (I suppose), as Mike and Still both elude to. But not actually bad—I think healthier in some regards, but bad from certain perspectives. It’s an arbitrary definition of “bad” though. I’ve always embraced being “bad” to a certain degree. As Mac says in Dunno: “She do whatever she like, and that just don’t seem right. Make people so mad, they want it so bad.” Now that I think of it, bad is such an interesting word to me. I feel like I’ve had a lot of thoughts about this before, that I can’t quite retrieve. I feel so much more emotionally stable inside though. Maybe that’s the definition of being bad to the core though, doing better when you’re doing objectively “worse” things. I’ve been feeling a bit like I have to let myself be bad to be good in certain regards—get shit done even if I don’t truly want to, try to explore these careers in a practical way, find an appropriate in. Be selfish about my time, let myself compartmentalize my indulgences to concentrated more intense, non-committal, millennial highs. There’s a certain duality to my days lately.

(But as an aside, I do think that when I’m single I’m less “wholesome.” It’s a bit of a disturbing thought, but I am less disciplined for the right reasons, less earnest for the right reasons. I always have more cravings for vices. It’s very odd because, it’s not at all like the people I’m with have less vices and prevent me from doing things, nor is it that they have SO many that I feel the need to be their savior. I just genuinely don’t think of it as much. I don’t think I’m less happy when I’m not in a relationship, since being in a relationship has often brought with it such heavy, distressing concerns, but I seem to indulge in things that I def don’t feel like I need when I’m in a relationship. I don’t like the connotations of this, but I’m noticing it so much that I’m single and also living alone again. Maybe it’s not just romantic relationships but the idea of a deep, somewhat binding relationship—since I didn’t feel this when I was in Korea. But then again, the options to indulge were much less in Korea. Honestly, I’m probably fine, I just overthink my “vices,” when they are entirely at a manageable level—but who am I kidding, I overthink always.)

A lot of the songs I’ve been listening to are disjointed, slight stream of consciousness, with a funky, breezy melody. Prime example Habit- Still Woozy:

I could let you have it You could be my habit You could be my woman, right I don't want you havin' My little one She is so bad Bad as the sun Well she break me then I fall I don't know the half of it anymore Yeah well, I could give a fuck about you She can get whatever she need Every time that she looked at me You know I felt weak in my knees

Funny how “still woozy” has been my dual state alongside (recently) extremely focused these past few weeks. I don’t really know what he’s talking about, but I vaguely vibe with it. Habits, I’ve been thinking about them a bit again. Some habits I want to break, some I’m starting up again. Sometimes I feel like I just replace one habit for another—and despite the textbooks, I think it’s very effective for me. Don’t we all need a habit? (throwback to Andre and his “habit to call”) But maybe I just don’t know the half of it anymore, and I’m saying nonsense. Despite my conclusion-less thoughts, I also could hardly give a fuck; they could really get whatever they need, it wouldn’t bother me. Finally is a strong word, but for lack of a better word I feel like finally, I’m in a good state of not caring too much; I’m just vibing and enjoying and appreciating some things in a measured way.

Too High (feat. Jesse)- Goody Grace

I love ridin' through the city with you Hear you talk about your silly issues, oh You drive me wild, oh—oh And babe, I wanna smoke and Fall asleep on your floor Tell me if you're alright Did I get ya too high? Your dad would kill me if he knew what we were doin' babe And if he finds us, I swear I won't have a clue what to say

I don’t really resonate with any of the lyrics in this song (well not any—I guess I don’t resonate with the sentiments of the song) but for some reason was listening it to it on repeat. I love the slow, distinct strums of the intro, it just hits a chord with me. I love their voices, especially when they sing “Your dad would kill me if he knew what we were doin' babe”. This line always makes me chuckle, cause I think of my own father, and totally do agree that that’s how he would feel about a lot of things in my life (he’s such a wonderful, kind man though, bless his heart—who I’m beginning to appreciate so much more as I grow older). They sound just so genuinely sweet and earnest as they talk about wanting to smoke with this girl they really like, which I think is such an endearingly gen Z combination. I can really tell how much he wants to smoke (with this girl) through his soulful falsetto and there’s something so comforting about a vice being so casual and sweet. Something so incredibly light about it. So little consequences. So not serious, such fleeting genuineness, and I really appreciate that right now.

Switching it up to something a bit more serious and moody, Girls in the Suburbs Singing Smith Songs (feat. G Eazy) by Goody Grace. (Lol at G-Eazy, I do like his songs but I just can’t ever take him seriously. His lyrics are just so corny a lot of the time, like middle school standard of cool). I’m quintessentially and literally a girl in the suburbs singing Smith songs on the regular, so I do feel a little targeted.

She don't hit me up anymore, no Things that were fun just ain't fun anymore, no Six in the morning I know I should go home But I'm High as fuck and the clock's screaming tick-tock Girls in the suburbs singing Smiths songs I know that it's wrong I don't know what I'm doin, but

I love how he admits that he knows singing Smith songs in the suburbs is wrong, haha. Indeed, it’s one of those activities that seem innocuous but are totally not. It’s never good if you’re belting to the Smiths as they sing Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now. And the Pixies (drunk off whiskey). I do it all the time of course. I love how new-age/throwback emo this song is.

Maybe one day it'll all make sense But I just don't know when And it feels like the end And all of my friends Said That I should get my mind off of the wrong things (I should probably tear off all my heartstrings You can’t pull them no more) Maybe one day it’ll all make sense

This is also such a real, emo sentiment that I’ve felt and feel so often. All of my friends. Too many of my friends. I do love how there’s really no conclusion to what he’ll actually do. All conjecture, because that’s really how it be most of the time. Maybe, maybe one day it’ll all make sense.

While we’re on this path of somewhat heavy inquiries, this song was my one and only for a while a few weeks back, again without any clear reason. Again, listening to the vibe of a song without really caring about the lyrics, except with the opposite emotional valence from the other songs on this playlist

Skydive II (feat. 6lack)- Boogie

You pull up with no warning, uh This the season for us growing Let's go deep in the unknown then, uh But by evening we'll be mourning You leave me with no warning, uh Look at you lettin' the cold in No, I ain't movin', I'm frozen, No, I ain't bitter, I'm broken, At least you could give me a warning

Mother of my skies, why you always gotta intervene? Father of my time, don't you got some more to give to me? Anything, anything

You clouded my judgment, uh Talkin' bout stayin' in I blame you for being petty and Tellin' me pull up when you ain't ready and All the dates that you didn't bed me But we don't go 'cause The going out get weird and Come to the understanding We can't overcome them fears, with Without them to start clear (Haha)

But how will I know if I fell in love? You're making it cold Could've sent me a text alert Could've lit off one of them little red flares, smoke in the air Somebody somewhere noticed the color Heart starts to stutter, flutter Mother, sky, I'm listening to Young Gunna

Ugh 6lack strikes again. His lines don’t even make sense most of the time, but I feel like I get it exactly, like he gets it exactly. “Mother of my skies, why you always gotta intervene?/ Father of my time, don't you got some more to give to me?” This reminds me of Biking by Frank Ocean. Bargaining with God or some larger being, except less intensely so. Just a little exasperation—along the lines of saying “could’ve sent me a text alert,” “tellin me pull up when you ain’t ready.” It’s the more casual, less serious version of Biking, and that’s exactly how I feel (embodied by that laughter after stating something serious). I feel like this song has been a lot of this year for me—constantly conflicting sentiments and progression of events (you pull up with no warning, we say it’s time for some growing and so we go deep in the unknown, but then you leave with no warning). But I ain’t bitter; tis still the season for us growing. I love how there’s again no real conclusion—the song literally ends abruptly, calling upon those higher beings and telling them they’re just listening to Young Gunna. I guess that’s literally me—all these thoughts and fleeting realizations, but at the end of the day I’m just listening to some tunes.

All I really got is Georgia on my mind, not really anything else. Georgia by Kevin Abstract is a little more similar to Still Woozy. A little stream of consciousness, fast pace, disjointed tidbits.

I got Georgia on my mind, ain't nobody left behind It's just me, my team, my weed, my baby's Audi parked outside Call my mom and let her know that everything is alright

Smoke and fuck, we high as hell We gon' love each other, we let the night derail Only time will tell, I'm under your spell I lay on your chest, you wonder what's next I love when you breathe, it make me reflect

I'd get my ass whipped, I learned my lesson

Smoke and fuck, I do let the nights derail a lot, I reflect. Not exactly as Abstract says, but I guess some similarities. I do call my mom and let her know that everything is alright. And I do really think it is. I definitely got my ass whipped, for sure. Hopefully I’ve also learnt my lesson too.

I finally found peace, I suck when I get it I see worth in myself, I won't run away again I'm prayin' for my friends, they prayin' this won't end But I know it does, just like all things In the end, it's just me and my mood swings

The conclusion is hilarious and amazingly apt. I do suck when I find peace sometimes. Good things and bad things all end, just like all things. In the end, it’s just me and mood swings!!! Has anything summed me up more?

Netflix and Dusse- Smino

I got a pizza on the way, bae, bae I'm tryna lay, lay Lil' lady, ayy, I brought a bouquet of the treefer And I'm feelin' like we should d-d-duck away Netflix and Dusse And if I do say so myself, that ass a creature

She make me-e-e-e-ee-e-e-e-e-----

Shawty text that, "Come swoop Better yet come soon

Yah-ga-da-be-da-mm-dye (dye, dye-dye)

Last but not least (or actually yes), an honest funky bop of how I feel. He’s basically just making funny noises and that’s me all the time. I’m so so into Smino again. He’s so smoke and chill and be funky and silly that I’m getting the wrong rep from some people, but I can’t help but be into his perfect mix of moody vs. chill vs. vibey. This absolutely inconsequential fun dissipates the confusion & seriousness & (sorta) peace of the previous tracks. It’s a tongue-in-cheek palate cleanser, and it’s exactly how I’m living my actual days.

11.26.2019/ 11.29.2019

[serendipitioustaehyung]

The Night Crew // Chapter 1

hi, I suck at updating bUUUT I hope u enjoy this chapter,, and amber will probably be in the next one more. /// prologue 

I woke up the next morning, sitting up, I rubbed her head, and looked around the room, immediately noticing the sleeping body next to me.

“Oh, fuck.” I quietly groaned, quietly and quickly trying to get out of the bed without disturbing the body next to me. I immediately stiffened when Amber started to move around, but as soon as she stopped and started snoring again, I relaxed. 

“Now where did she throw my clothes?” I whispered to myself, looking around on the floor, she soon found the dress that she wore to the club and immediately put it back on, debating on whether or not to put my underwear on. ‘Nah, she should keep them, let her have a reminder of what she had for a night,’ I thought, after I put my dress back on and picked up my heels and my phone, and saw 5 missed calls from Yoongi, and 4 texts from Jimin. Before responding to Jimin, I looked at Amber one more time, and noticed that she look fucking gorgeous with the morning sun shining on her tan skin making her look like a goddess, more than she was already. I quickly shook my head and texted Jimin back and got out of the room. 

As soon as I exited the room, my phone vibrated, letting me know that Jimin had texted me back. 

I immediately felt my blood run cold, even if Jimin was telling me he’s fine, I still felt bad that I wasn’t there for him. I respond and started walking towards the elevator, and after pressing the button, I heard the ding that my phone made. Jimin and I talked for a moment before the elevator doors finally opened, after locking my phone and walking in, I returned to the conversation.

After finally reaching the lobby, I started walking towards the front doors, ignoring the looks I got, and focused on getting to the coffee shop that Jimin was picking me up from.

I heard Jimin’s voice yell, “(Y/n)!” causing me to snap my head up, and look around, I finally spotted the car, and quickly walked over, getting in and shutting the door, and Jimin had a smirk on his face. 

“What?” I asked, tone slightly bitter. 

“You have a hickey on your neck.” He said, before busting out into giggles, pointing at my neck. 

“Are you fucking-” I said, as I quickly pulled down the sun visor to look in the mirror, “Oh, god fuck.”

“The boys are never gonna let you hear the end of this, you know that right?” He said, with a chuckle, as he started to drive. 

“They will if they wanna keep their fucking lives,” I grumbled, slamming the sun visor up, “Why on my neck of all places? It’s huge as well! I’ve never even let someone give me a tiny hickey before!”

“She must really be something, huh boss?” He said, stretching out the 'e’ in 'really’. 

“Yeah, and that’s what scares me,” I replied, putting a hand to my forehead, “Also give this to JK when we get there,” I tell him, holding up the food and drink I bought him, “I got to change and take care of this hickey.”

Walking into the “mansion” that we call our headquarters, I immediately walked towards my office, wanting to get out of these clothes, and hid this god forsaken hickey. Walking into my office, and locking the door shut, I took off my heels, walking towards the dresser the I kept hidden in the back of the room. Opening the drawer, I found the clothes I wanted to wear, socks, and my boots next to the dresser. Once putting them on, I walked towards my desk to find my makeup, and cover this hickey. Once it was finally finished, I heard a knock at my door, forcing myself up, I walk to the door and unlocked it, opening it to see it was Yoongi. 

“Oh, so you are alive. What did you do last night that was so much more important that my phone calls?” he asked, his eyebrow raising as he waltz into my office, grabbing a water bottle from my mini fridge lazily sat down on one of the chairs in front of my desk, and started drinking the water. 

“Sex. Sex is more important,” I said, jokingly, but still causing him to choke on the water, and his head whipping around to meet mine. 

“Wait, you actually had sex? I thought Jimin was joking,” he said, his eyes slightly watery after him just choking. 

“Jimin told you?!” Looking at him wide eyed, “I’m gonna fucking kill him,” bring a hand up to rub my eyes. 

“Well, yes and no. I honestly forced it out of him, but when he said you had sex, I didn’t believe him because you usually don’t get laid,” he shrugged, turning back around in the chair, and bring the water bottle back to his lips. 

I started walking towards my desk, muttering, “Yeah, do you know how hard it is to find a girl to have sex with nowadays?" 

Yoongi choked on his water again, making me comment, "How many times are you gonna choke on that, huh?”

Cause him to glare at me. “I mean, if you stop saying shit that’s shocking to me, I would,” he retaliated, putting the cap on the water bottle and sitting it down. 

I took a seat at my chair, and looked at him, “Did you not know I liked girls, or?” Raising my eyesbrows, and my tone curious. 

“Honestly? No, but then again, I can’t make assumptions,” He shrugged, before continuing, “Also JK is in his, "room”, and he’s on some pain meds that Jin hyung gave him.“ 

"Thank you, Yoongi. Were you hurt as well, or just JK?” I asked, before leaning back in my chair. 

“I got a few scrapes, but I’ll probably die,” he said sarcastically, “Anyway, I have a few errands to run, see you boss,” he said, grabbing the water bottle, rising out of the seat, and started walking towards the door. 

“Yoongi?” My voice rung out, making him stop in his tracks. “Yeah?” He turned around to look at me. 

“A few things. One, thank you. Two, Please be careful, I don’t trust the people that you’re going to meet. Three, send Jin in here, please.” I said, my voice, more friendlier than usual. 

“Boss, I’m always careful, JK isn’t always careful, although he should be, and yeah, I’ll send him in.” And with that he was out and shutting the door leaving me to my papers. 

“Well, let’s work on these till Jin gets here,” I muttered to myself, as I started rearranging the papers, and starting on them.

After about 20 minutes of working on some papers, I heard a knock at the door. 

“Come in!” I yelled out, and Jin poked his head in. 

“Hey, you wanted to see me?” his voice sounding nervous.

“Yeah, come in and shut the door, please,” I responded, after he shut the door, I added, “Jin, you have no reason to be nervous. I just want ask you something, is all." 

I saw him visibly relax, "Oh, thank god, I thought I was in trouble,” he said with a chuckle, “but what is it?" 

I took a deep breath and leaned back in my chair, "How had are JK’s wounds? I heard they aren’t bad, but I wanna heard them from the doctor himself,” Worry evident in my voice. 

Jin sat in the chairs in front of my desk before responding, “They’re not too bad. He didn’t need surgery, thank god, but I did have to pull the bullet out,” a slight grimace passed across my face, causing him to chuckle, “Yeah, that was JK’s reaction too, but he should be healed within 6 weeks? So go easy on him." 

"You mean, give him paper work?” I asked, raising my eyebrow, before laughing, then realizing he wasn’t laughing, but there was a smile on his face, “Oh shit, you’re serious. Look dude, I’d love to give JK my paper work and shit, but I don’t trust him to handle all of this. Hell, Joon barely can, and I mean barely. He rather go do some errands before he does paperwork.”

“That’s saying a lot,” Jin said, chuckling, “Joon hates errands with a passion." 

"You see what I mean? I can always get him to help on somethings around the headquarters, but he’s not doing paperwork." 

"Oh, so thoughtful of you,” Jin said, sarcastically.

“What? You think i’m gonna let him sit on his ass the entire time? As long as his arm isn’t in too much pain, he can help around my office,” I responded, rolling my eyes, “and unless you have anything to talk about or ask me, you’re free to go, unless you wanna nap in here or something." 

"That’s more Yoongi’s thing than mine, but do you want to come with me while I go check on JK? I need to change his bandages,” Jin asked me, standing up. 

“Actually, yeah. Also,” I said, as I stood up from my chair and went around the desk to meet him, “remind me to pay you double for the shit you do around here. He wouldn’t be alive without you." 

"Yeah, he probably wouldn’t be, and I don’t mind getting paid double, so you bet your ass I will remind you,” He said, smirking, and put his arm in front gesturing to go ahead, “lead the way boss.”

Arriving at JK’s "room”, I knocked on the door before hearing a, “come in,” ring out. I opened the door and saw JK sitting on his bed, his left arm wrapped up in bandages, and him looking at the TV. 

“Hey hyung, hey noona,” he said as he turned towards us.

“Hey, JK, how’s the pain?” I heard Jin ask from behind me after he shut the door. “About a 6? Maybe? I don’t know, I’m just trying to ignore it now,” he said with a grimace, then looking at me, “what were you doing while I got shot?” he asked, his voice salty.

“I swear the one time, that I’m busy, one of you gets hurt, and don’t use that tone with me, JK. I’m still your boss.” I said, a slight dominance to my voice. 

“Sorry, noona. It’s just, i’m used to you being there, and I felt alone, you know? I’m still the youngest, and as much as I benefit from my hyungs, i’m still closer with you.” He said, his voice trailing off at the end, and his head immediately being hung, like he was getting scolded, immediately making me feel bad.

“Ah, fuck, JK. You know that I didn’t do it on purpose,” I said, walking towards his bed and pulling his chair from his desk to next to the bed, “As soon as I saw the texts from Jimin, and the missed calls from Yoongi, I knew something was wrong, but I didn’t want to think too much until I knew, and once I did, trust me. They immediately assured me that you were okay, so I wouldn’t freak. I think of you as my little brother, so please be more careful, okay?" 

He grabbed my hand, "Okay noona, I’m sorry for scaring you though." 

"Don’t be, the little bastard that hurt you is gonna pay, don’t worry,” I said, as I squeezed his hand.

“Okay, I hate to break up the little family reunion,” Jin said, as I immediately glared at him, “But I need to change his bandages, so unless you wanna see this stitches that he has, I suggest you leave." 

"Okay, chill Jin, I get it,” I said laughing, which he returned with a smile, “I’ll check on you later, okay?” I told JK, and smiled at him, which I received one in response. 

“See you, noona,” I heard JK say.

“Bye JK, bye Jin,” I waved, stood up and walked towards the door.

After shutting JK’s door and walking down the hall a bit, I felt my phone vibrate. Pulling my phone out of my pocket, and seeing the message I got, I felt my heart drop. 

Oh fuck.

#fx #fx scenarios #fx reactions #amber #amber imagine #amber liu #amber liu imagine #amber liu scenario #bts #f(x) mafia au #bts mafia au #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #f(x) imagines #f(x) amber #luna #f(x) luna #f(x) victoria #victoria #victoria song #krystal #f(x) krystal #krystal jung #f(x) sulli #sulli

[sarah-in-austin]

This is probably mostly word vomit of varying emotions and i’m sorry it’s really really long

There is too much in my head as usual. I went to a new psychiatrist (thank GOD for getting full-time work with actually good benefits JUST before Trump swooped down and shat his fiery sulfuric ass juice all over America’s already weak healthcare system). Anyway. I saw a new doctor, and that’s always hard because they’re like MEDICINE! and I’m like no okay I’m okay with what I’ve got. That, and she kind of wanted to insinuate bipolar disorder because I described a manic period in my life and because one of the meds I take is primarily given to people with bipolar disorder. It’s a mood stabilizer. Being on the bipolar spectrum does not make you bipolar. ANYWAY again, she was all “we should try antidepressants because only your anxiety is being treated, and you have BOTH!” And I have a terrible memory, I do. That’s a little of what this post is about, my really fucking terrible memory. So she said antidepressants, and with no real context, I just got this feeling of dread. I’ve taken antidepressants before (I don’t even remember which ones, y’all this is a terrible problem) and they didn’t do well for me, and I am very VERY--as in probably-won’t-ever-do-it-again-consequences-be-damned--hesitant to take them again. My husband Daniel wasn’t able to come to the appointment with me because he was out of town, and this is also kind of bad because he remembers everything and I remember nothing, and so many important details were left out of this new consultation because of me and my weird crap memory. So he asked me later how the appointment went, and I told him about the meds, and he said, “Did you tell her when you took antidepressants before that they made you way more anxious?” To which I responded, “What are you talking about?” All I remember is taking medicine that didn’t work for me, somewhere in my early-to-mid-twenties. During this time, I had apparently three gears: crying, screaming, and sometimes a combination of both. I remember that we lived at Hill Apartments, and if I drove back by there, I could show you which one, but I don’t remember most of my time there. I know I hated it. So either extremely sad or extremely angry were my only two moods, and I was like “dude I sounded horrible, why did you stay with me?” My sweet guy said, “You weren’t that bad.” I died a little. I really fucking love that guy. But I also know how he kind of downplays things sometimes, so I know I probably was “that bad,” so if I knew you in the 2010-2013-ish era of my life, I was probably an asshole but didn’t realize I was. So, I’m really sorry. If we were friends, and after all that shit you still wanted to even a little bit be my friend, then you are, like Daniel, a far cooler person than I will ever deserve in my life. Thank you. I hope we one day get to the point where we don’t have to apologize for mental illness, but we’re not there yet. It is debilitating and ruins relationships and we’re always made to believe both by ourselves and by others that it’s our fault. I wasn’t being an asshole because I was unstable, misdiagnosed, and mistreated, I was being an asshole because I’m just an asshole and therefore my problems are my own fault. That’s the general mindset and it’s crap. 

I got super pissed at my sister a while back, and if you know anything about my sister and myself then me being mad at her for being herself is no news at all; she really pushes all of my buttons. One of our cousins said something about how having depression and anxiety is hard, and my sister replied with all this stuff about how she relates and she wishes she could get out of bed and go to work like a normal person, and I just saw red. I was furious, livid,  enraged, outraged, pretty much any level of raged you can be. At this point, I could sound a little insensitive for being mad at her for saying that, because I know how often I wish my brain would work at a normal level and I could do things like a normal person is supposed to be able to do and I can’t and it sucks. BUT. My sister is lucky. She can afford to sit at home and hide from the world. Her husband supports her and her kid. The rest of us HAVE to put on our happy faces and go out into the world because we have to be adults and do adult things like work so we aren’t homeless. There are plenty of times I want to call out of work because it is just too fucking hard to be a person that day, but I don’t have a choice now because I’m an hourly employee and missing hours is not an option. Even when I was a salaried employee, I couldn’t keep calling out because there aren’t “depressed days”built into the ten or however many days you can take off in a year. So in the four months during which my contract was (incredibly unfairly) non-renewed, Daniel left his job, my grandfather passed away, my sister was hospitalized, and my car got totaled, I still couldn’t take off work, even though I was actively suicidal, having at least four severe panic attacks a day, and legitimately felt like I was going to actually lose my mind, I still couldn’t take off work because when you go over your days, they take it our of your check. I was pissed at my sister because sometimes we NEED to hide from the world and CAN’T, and she is talking about how she wished her anxiety would allow her to work when the rest of have no choice. 

I’m an hourly employee. It’s been a huge adjustment, and in some ways, I’ve never been happier, because I used to be a teacher and it was horrible and now it’s not as horrible, but now I’m a cashier. If you’ve never had low self-esteem before, going from making $45,000 a year to $10 an hour hurts. A lot. In a lot of ways. It hurts. I have this horrible stuck feeling. I’m 28. I’m a cashier. I’m not supposed to be a cashier. I know on a fundamental level that I’m supposed to be so much greater than I am, but I don’t know how to get unstuck, I guess. I know the just-make-yourself-do-it thing, but I don’t even know how to make myself just do it. I don’t know anything.

My mom had to have our dog put to sleep right after the first of the year. Our sweet Penelope. She was 13 and the very best of us. I’m not over her. Or Baby, who died when I was 23. Or Drake, or Copper, when I was like a teenager (I need therapy, okay). They were more than best friends. They were more than we deserved. 

Lastly, Donald Trump. Just, ugh. There’s too much to put into words on that one. I’m just horrified and afraid and disgusted by what I’ve seen from fellow Americans in the past few months, and it’s only going to get worse. 

#word vomit #it's a long one #sorry #mental health #anxiety #depression #dogs #donald trump #end scene

[gulescamisade]

Alaska: Day 10

[[ The small city of Tanana is about to be completely overcome by the oncoming storm. However, there is a faint connection for now and people will be able to use Terezi's comm to contact the outside world. ]]

REDGLARE: -She awakens with a SUDDEN START, flinching.-

REDGLARE: -She grasps at something in front of her that is not there anymore.-

KARKAT: =Looks at Redglare while holding the comm, watching her hands then gets up to get her water= Hey.... =Would they have looted meds from this town? He would've tried to she needs major pain killers he's sure=

[[ There's a soft rumble sounding somewhere amidst the winds. Sounds like a vehicle roaming around. ]]

REDGLARE: -She blinks... And sniffles. She wipes at her eye. Shit. Shit...-

HESONY: =He's been keeping watch all night and probably tried changing Redglare's bandages several times throughout their time hunkered in the forest if anyone had let him get close enough.=

HESONY: !

HESONY: =sits up from his sitting rock.

REDGLARE: -Reality hasn't quite set in yet, but she's not asleep, either.-

KARKAT: =He would've been staying awake too buddy. Either watching or opting to do it himself.= Here, drink something. =He's going to try and help her sit up and hold the bottle to her lips=

REDGLARE: -She takes only very small sips, managing a few words once she does.- Wh3r3 4r3 w3?

KARKAT: Some town, Tanana. Waiting. =Gives her as much water as she'll take then wanting to settle her back down.=

REDGLARE: Ssssom3... th3y'r3 st1ll—

REDGLARE: -Hisses as she settles back down.-

KARKAT: We're taking care of it. Don't worry. I don't plan on us falling behind.

[[ The rumbling seems to be weaving through the trees here, and soon enough they'll see a covered military truck. ]]

HESONY: =Just....steps in front of everyone, just in case.=

HESONY: =He's trying to see who the driver is=

KARKAT: =He'll rip a tree out of the ground, he doesn't give a fuck. =

HESONY: =nature did nothing to you, Little Angry Man=

KARKAT: =Everything did everything to him, eat a sock=

[[ The truck rumbles to a stop some twenty yards away, and then the door pops open. ]] 

MICEXA: -leans out- 👁️👁️

KARKAT: =....don't tempt him about the tree=

HESONY: =His entire body seems to sag and he ran up to her, hugging her tightly though she was still seated. Hi look I'm not dead and I wasn't killed some time in the night by these criminials.=

HESONY: We're running low on medicine, bandages, painkillers. =He held up his first aid kit, which was basically empty. Glancing back at the group behind them, he gave a thumbs up, forcing a smile.=

HESONY: Miss, some of them are in a real bad way.(edited)

KARKAT: =He doesn't want your smile. Unblinking deadpanned, tired staring= So should we start to load up or not?

MICEXA: I demanded some supplies. They were fairly amenable to it.

MICEXA: There's blankets, too. Furs. It should be warm.

MICEXA: I don't know if they'll last us the whole trip, but... it should get us over the border.

HESONY: =he held her head in his hands and pressed their foreheads together.=

HESONY: It's good enough for now. You did phenomenal.

HESONY: =turning back towards the group, he waved them toward the truck. All aboard!=

[[ https://i.ytimg.com/vi/5mnMeHTsnFM/maxresdefault.jpg Except it's covered in the back. ]]

[[ Miss probably also had the option of taking the yellow car. ]]

MICEXA: -just leans into him, sighing out. It's sort of weird to feel this exposed in front of other people, but they're all pretty exposed here.-

REDGLARE: -yes. her thigh bone was exposed to u earlier, to be fair-minded

MICEXA: -THAT IS VERY FAIR-

HESONY: =Who knows, with the Expunger on their ass, they could be dead tomorrow. Might as well make life worth it.=

HESONY: =Opening the back of the truck, he pulled down the lever to swing out some small metal stairs. Spreading out some of the blankets so their booties weren't against cold metal, he made sure the blankets and supplies were easily accessible for them before hopping back out.=

HESONY: =Anyone need help getting up or getting in? He's on standby, glancing around every so often to make sure they weren't followed.=(edited)

REDGLARE: -She is probably being helped in. SOMEONE BETTER MAKE SURE NYALAH DOESNT DIE IN THE COLD-

HESONY: =yoinks Nyalah out of snow and gently dunks her in the truck. As he passes, he's taking the furs Micexa obtained and tucked them around each of them. He would normally drop the furs on the heads of those who would bite his hand off for trying, but because of their injuries, he handed it over to them instead.=(edited)

KARKAT: =He helps get people loaded up since nothing is wrong with his limbs. He has a whistle in his gills but other than, hopefully, healing correctly he was better off than the rest of them. Than most of them and he felt like shit for it. Gets them all tucked in and loaded up, huddling with Dave still to keep him warmer=

HESONY: =He’s sitting in the back with the rest in order to keep an eye on the crew and update Miss on their status. Leaning against the side of the driver’s seat, he had a good view outside the window from here and could crawl through to the front if he needed to. It was going to be a long drive to “Minnesota.”=

KARKAT: =Sits here until they get rolling then speaks just above the sound of the wheels on the road and the engine, not looking at Hesony=

KARKAT: She's told me things about the two of you. And we don't have a choice but to take your help.

KARKAT: I get what you did is a big deal, but I'm not thanking you. It's great you both decided to have a conscience but that doesn't make me want to kick your asses any less. =So that's that. There's that.=

MITUNA: -Promptly passes out-

KARKAT: =Lucky. He can't sleep.=

HESONY: =he gives Karkat a onceover and turns back to stare at this interesting crate= Consider the ass-kicking mutual. HESONY: We're not doing it for you.

KARKAT: No shit.

REDGLARE: -her, too, in fact. TOO FEW WINKS. It's obviously fitful, still, but it's hard to rouse her anyhow.-

KARKAT: =tries to keep RG as comfy as he can=

HESONY: Just so we are clear. =He grumbles, irritably.=

DAVE: -warm against karkat. at least they're heading out with transportation. it feels like luxury compared to the past week-

DAELOS: -He tries his best to nurse Nyalah back to health, propping her on his lap wrapped in a cocoon of fur, tilting her head up and tipping in canned soup and water. He gets nervous at how skittery her pulse is.-

DAELOS: ...

DAELOS: -Sighs and gently nuzzles her face as she sleeps. Or rather lays there in a powered down state as life drains out of her. He wishes there were more he could do than this.-(edited)

DAVE: -watches daelos because he's awake and has nothing better to do. he wishes he could help nyalah also-

DAELOS: You have survived so much

DAELOS: Partly out of spite

DAELOS: Mostly...out of spite

DAELOS: Surely this...

DAELOS: Is nothing to you

DAELOS: -Softly speaks to her.-

HESONY: =He feels...a little uncomfortable watching this. Like he shouldn't be a spectator to this blatantly pale action going on. Just kind of puts his face against a crate and pretends to sleep.=

NYALAH: -she's too weak to even drink the soups or water offered to her, too weak to be conscious to hear Daelos speak. Her breath remains shallow, soups dribbling down her chin pitifully.-

NYALAH: -as he nuzzles her face, her breathing slows until finally. It's quiet.-

DAELOS: -Pauses, his own heart beating loudly in his ears as he draws his face closer, bringing his ear to her chest, listening carefully. Without really realizing it, he's pleading with her.-

DAELOS: Just a little bit longer

DAELOS: We are almost there

NYALAH: -None answers.-

DAELOS: -He's growing ice cold despite all the new clothes they've been given. He can't believe it. He feels like he's choking. He's going to try to give her CPR.-

DAVE: -he knows. there are plenty of ways to know when someone dies. he can only hope daelos's resucitation works.-

HESONY: =gdi=

HESONY: =He reached through the window and patted Miss on the shoulder, signaling her to pull over. Even though it was imperative for them to keep moving, they both knew how this felt like.=

NYALAH: -Daelos's attempts are going nowehere. Her body was spent even before they made the trek out of the cave. She's gone.-

DAVE: -he's teary eyed as it starts to set in. she deserved better.-

DAELOS: -After he tries several times, HE starts crying. Not just a little teary eyed either, big fat gross tears rolling down his cheeks. He snarls LOUDLY, his voice full of pain and frustration. Frustration at this entire stupid situation.-(edited)

DAELOS: Someone help her

DAELOS: I am not a doctor I

DAELOS: Someone do something

DAELOS: -As nobody moves to help him, he starts to sob, which sounds a lot like a wounded buffalo, still holding her body in his arms.-

DAVE: -i'm sorry dude i can't ;(-

HESONY: =he knows no amount of cpr can reverse bloodloss=

DAELOS: -He's just going to hold her and cry on her. No one is getting her away from him anytime soon.-

DAELOS: -If anyone tries to take her away, it is very likely he will hurt them.-

HESONY: =but honestly, what good is holding onto a dead body for? It's not like you can bring her back to life.=

DAELOS: -Bitch you think-

HESONY: =that shit doesnt even exist! Youre just in denial!=

DAELOS: -Just keep your opinions to yourself and stay the heck away from him if you want your fingers unbroken.-

DAVE: -he's definitely not sleeping now. Or moving unless he absolutely has to-

HESONY: =His eyes catch Dave as he looks away from sad whinny-meow pile.=

HESONY: =Could that be a bit of remorse in his facial expression??=

DAVE: sucks huh

HESONY: (More than you think.)

DAVE: -sighs and winces at how it affects his chest- did you really think that we could get out of this without any casualties on our end

HESONY: (I would like to think that I am a positive person in general.)

HESONY: (So yes, I did.)

HESONY: (In the very beginning.)

DAVE: you know if it werent for some magic troll shit my friend has

DAVE: i would be dead

DAVE: outta here

DAVE: wasted away in a fuckin cave in my underwear

HESONY: (I don't imagine it would Have been fun.)

DAVE: oh no

DAVE: its a blast

DAVE: do you know anything about humans

HESONY: (No. Other than the fact your kind is rather squishy.)

HESONY: (And cannot even adapt to your own climate.)

DAVE: i grew up in the armpit of texas

HESONY: (What the fuck is Techsush?)

HESONY: (....Techsush isn't a person, is it?) =Raises a brow=

DAVE: -stares blankly at him.- no its a place way south thats way too fuckin big

HESONY: (If that's such a problem, why Haven't the smaller territories taken it over?)

DAVE: i dont know why would i even care about that right now

HESONY: (It's called cultural sensitivity. You were complaining of it's size.) =Folds his arms=

DAVE: oh my god DAVE: you are a piece of work

HESONY: =It's his turn to stare blankly=

DAVE: - exhales and looks away- im gonna look over here now bye

DAELOS: - The body has since been placed in his sylladex for safe keeping, but the fur she was wrapped in is still in his lap. He watches the terrain pass by wordlessly, only dimly aware that a long, cold night has become morning. His face is slack and his eyes hollow. -

HESONY: =it's not healthy to hang onto a dead body like that, man :/ =

ARANEA: -we can pretend she was responding to this properly as it was happening...-

ARANEA: -normally under circumstances like this, empathy doesn't come naturally to her, only painfully vicarious. but this was different. the sickness, the heartache watching these two has had her in tears countless times even after nyalah passed.-

ARANEA: -she knows it's selfish to want to reach across the space between her and daelos so she may take away the pain he's experiencing right now. she knows she's capable. but it'd be wrong to deny him his mourning, wouldn't it? she wipes away at the wetness pooling in her eyes again, unsure of what to turn her own attention towards.-

MITUNA: -Still fucking passed out. Maybe he's next. Except not really. His head is in Latula's lap-

HESONY: =Sparky, your arm almost looks like mine did: a limp noodle. The parallels happening are hilarious! Except they're not.=(edited)

MITUNA: -He needs major medical attention. This arm is setting incorrectly-

HESONY: =MMMOMYGOD=

MITUNA: -Redglare lost a fucking leg. We all need major medical attention-

HESONY: =HE'S AWARE. And also a little nervous.=

KARKAT: =Is he nervous because Karkat doesn't sleep and spends his waking moments staring at him when he can do so without lunging across the truck?=

DAVE: -down boy-

HESONY: =jfc.....=

HESONY: =....yes, that might be one reason. Just try it, fish stick!=

KARKAT: =No. But fine.=

KARKAT: =Don't tempt him.=

HESONY: =What are you going to do, boy? Sneeze on me?=

KARKAT: =More like eat your face=

HESONY: =if you can even get to my face=

KARKAT: =One word: Kneecaps.=

HESONY: =I'll hold you by the scruff at arm's length, I swear I will=

KARKAT: =Hope you like having no hands=

MICEXA: -CHILDREN I WILL TURN THIS FUCKTRUCK AROUND-

HESONY: =But Miiiiiiss! He's looking at me funny!=

DAVE: -is terezi's old communicator within reach-

[[ Anyone can borrow this! ]]

DAVE: -now that his concussion is no longer life threatening, he was actually able to sleep for probably a good hour drooling on karkat.-

KARKAT: =That's ok, he's fine with that=

DAVE: -opens eyes suddenly HES AWAKE-

HESONY: How're you Holding up, Squishy?

DAVE: -squints at hesony- who the fuck are you talking to

HESONY: To you, Squishy the Human.

DAVE: what a dumbass name

DAVE: what is this adventure time

DAVE: except a shitty version of adventure time where everyone sucks

HESONY: Is this you volunteering yourself as the mascot?

DAVE: a mascot

DAVE: what is this sportsball

HESONY: Yes. It is exactly sportsball.

HESONY: The Expunger is the player and we are the ball, trying to gtfo fast enough where we won't get our asses kicked into our throats.

DAVE: shes not the player shes the season ending injuries

HESONY: Career ending, you mean. =he scoffed, a hint of laughter at the sides of his lips=

HESONY: =then he swallowed hard, his expression closing.=

#cranktankerousGeneticist #coltishdaedalian #nemeanCatapult #academicgeniality #gladiateCarnifex #gnarlycradz #technologicgodot #trojanabstruse #abscissionGalliard #pinnacledSuasion #felicitousVicissitude

[throwingideasatthewall]

Clone Wars    Episode 10

        Lair of Grievous

An interesting     episode title

 For sure

 [Quote]

  Most powerful is he who controls      his own power

I really    Like       This      Quote

Being a fan of ... accountability

Notably

“Vice      Gunroy

   Escapes,”

Ahhhhh

   I mean?

 The        Episode      Before       Was      (Marginally)         Better        ....         

   To         It’s    Pre      de   cessor

 Why     do       I         Get        The         Feeling             This          Is        Gonna           Be           A         Long        Run..?

    Any       way

    That’s         Going

    Only       that         one         Guy

    No...       -Body         Else

   Uhm

  Kit        Fisto

  What?!

  Okay

 Guess

   His      design        Looks           Neat

    And          No         Ahsoka!       (The         Bad       Parts.)

“Gun-”

 “And     Return    Him       Just-”

Ena     bling!      Where       he’ll      be     put        in      a     cell       with   other     inmates   that   don’t    deserve     that

And       a     distraction      from   reckoning       with       the     consequences       of     his     actions

(And    the     hope     of     getting      out)

“ I know we’re in the middle of     nowhere,”

 I like this   guy

He sounds cool

Has a personality

(An over involved        one?”

But generally good

This might help my     nerves     after     last     episode

Very     chill

Nice

- Oh spoke     too     soon

So has your old Padawan       Dolved

???

Seriously, does everyone keep track of everyone else’s       Padawan

Obi-Wan, it made sense because he’s an   over involved       dick

But, seriously

Shouldn’t that     be   left    To   Yoda as the grand high   Jedi?

He is the guy that okay’s these requests, right?

It’ll   be   great   to   see   Nadar   again

Dude,     he’s   busy

“ i’ll   transmit      the   coordinates      for      the     ren      dez      vous     point,”

Hey     they   got   Ahsoka right!

Maybe     this     episode     won’t   be     a     headache

(Also they just casually    help him      stalk    his apprentice?

 Like,     that   should     be     his   choice

Like yeah  two heads are better than one but that doesn’t mean he agrees   to be a two- headed dragon

Dick   move

And-       It’s    Gone        (to be fair,       it’s only       slightly         too     much         Tone         Than      Ne    cess     ary

“Yet,”

  No

“Good hunting”

  NO!

Well....         It’s       Over,

Okay....

Nice     backgrounds,

This is a really neat   land

Oh, now     they’re     landing

Oh,     cool

Fog     -gy

Neat

Po   -or     Be     -epy              Ro      -bot

 He   can’t     see     any       -thing

“you’ll     be    fine      R6,”

You   have   legs

Not   pleas   ed

Hav   ing         A               Good      Time

“Nadar,”

*Bows*

Dear   frick   who   invited   him   here?

Like,     Dude

Even     if     the     Gen   shares     the   same   inspiration     as   you,       you   still   have     to     obey         by    the   rules     of       tox

 Aka   you   don’t     get     to   be    a   dick   just   because     it’s      a     differ     ent      gen

You   get   kicked       to     the   accoun   -t- ability     curve,         just      as   well

Walk                Ing        into            Some’s      bus    -i      ness      un   warrant   ed    And   un    -ask-      ed     For     Is      Tox

  And     then,           to    follow       it      up,      with       hey          you        did        well       on the           test          we make         you        take!”

    To     prove        we     can’t     assume    authority        over      you

 [Jedi   master     ship         I     believe]

  I’m surprised dude doesn’t say      ‘yeah       your     stupid   club         sucks,”

 “ i’m     sorry        the      war    pre      -vented     me       from   seeing     your      train    ing   through     to    the   end”]

wait   dude’s        Mentor     bitched    out     and      he      still      had       to      take         the         test?!

Murder      is       now      on      the      table!*

   Note; this is a joke

    I   never   advocate   death   over   account   ability

But, geez       Dude got     screwed      over

   You     were      missed    master

 How    old       is     he?

 I’m   going    with   adult-

Knight     Ok      he    has   enthusiasm   

We’re   all   good!

Then    let’s    have     a     look

Allow       me     to     show        the     way

Trans   lation;      Stop    ass    um      ing    

au     tho  rity

Good     for      him

Pretty    pow.

Also   yeah   just   casually   found

“Charming,”

That’s      a   back   -handed   compliment

Like   calling   something   “quaint”

 Dude     if     you’re   going   to      be    on          this             Quest,        Be      Nice,

 Look   after    the   ships

Oh     those     poor      guys

What       happens     to them?

  [Also     ships?]

Okay

 So,     Sith     mon     astery

No      Guards

It’s a Sith   mon    as     tery     surrounded   by     fog

Clearly       they      were      going       for      stealth

[And     it       Is    pretty      re       mote]

The   ent       rance     looks   sealed

 Yeah      It’s    Old

Possibly     -came in the      back    entrance

 And hoped       no one     wou ld    suspect

[We   specialize     in   ma   king   entrances]

Should     n’t     Dude          (Jedi)     Know       That

  Their,       Jedi

   Also        yeah       the      place     clearly      built       for    stealth

    Let’s       bomb       open        the       front       door

     Not        like        they         could       sneak        out            a          back          way

     This           will        make         less         noise

      Thank            you      common          sense

       But,              It           will            still             allow           them                 a              lot              of             time               To              Es              cape

          Like;    

This why staking out is     important

Patience     the both        of you

 THE      NERVE!

  Dude       he got here         First!

   You        wanna         help?

  Be     back up!

 “ A second look     usually      pays       off,”

   On hand,     yes- scouting      ahead       is      good

  On the    other-

   DICK           way        of        put      ting       it

   You      want        to        explore?

    Do          it      your        self

  You      just     assu      med       author        ity       over        a  wh-          ole      group          of      people

      Stopping             them              from             doing              their              thing

[I’m     fully       expec        -ting        him         to       snap          at         five

Like he’s being   pretty   enab-     ling

But   Dude’s       being         a      prick

  [pla  -ying by the        rule of      “But,”         Inst         ead         Of       “Or,”           Or        “And,”

   During          their      re    latively       func   -tional   mission

[dude     never     said      he    couldn’t      blow      up        the        mon     astery

  Just    stated         the fact         and        went        about          his           biz

A nice     factor

 “What’s       this,”

    A      stone

   Bull         -shit

 Whelp

   Smug        Ass

    You        smell         that?

 Arro   gance?

[let him     get    caught     in     a      trap]

“ smells        like     droids,”

 Metal      Does      -

 It’s     too dark to see      anything

   There’s       white       bulbs

Also     [Forgot to     mention],      Chek       Ov’s         Gun?

[For     the    Gun]

 Whelp

  They          Have        Lights

 [Also,            Dark       side      shadowing]

   Whelp

    Hey         at least        there’s not as much point

     Whelp

[I sense     there’s something     here]

 Yeah?!

 Was          that       not          the whole point?

 Whelp,

 A rusted     out      old      factory

   Whelp

    Poss-          Ibly

    Watch-           Ing

    “Ssh,”

      You         sure        about         that?

    Whelp

  “Well     that was   some thing,”

   Jedi,         you gonna            do anything      about that?

    Whelp

    Dude          Taking         point

     Aga       -in

   Whelp

 Ordering      someone else’s     troops

  [I seriously hope        that       comes to bite him         in the ass]

     Roger          Roger

     Crud         it’s the moon                             clones!

No,      just droids up the stairs

Neat

They     don’t see     that?

 Whelp

 Vice   Roy

What’s    going          on

  They     robots;      they’re        already     designed      to protect     you

Also;        BAIT!

The Jedi        are here

 Trap!

Also they’re     walking         side-by-side      Nice

 That’s     totally        someone      else     I       call        it

 “ I know       they’re             near,”

    Voice    recording?

    Whelp

    They’re          right       behind         you

    What,       where        do   something?

 Def       -initely       a   diff      -erent   per   -son

Whelp

Taking    longer     than     expect     (ing)

“ Have      you ever killed a Jedi?”

 These    guys have time for    this

When   fighting to fully trained adult       Jedi

BS

Those basic      clankers

There the  basic mooks   that gets mowed down   in the hundreds

Bs

Good   Commentary

Bad     timing

Oh   now   it speeds   up

Good for   them

They   were   loo   -king   pretty   lame

 Whelp

Stop   playing    with     them!

Republic     Dogs

Restraint

Shut    the     fuck      up

  It took hours

 Because

“restr       aint,”

Against    

Mach      inery

 “ i’m   sorry     master,”

Don’t   apologize

  He’s     being       a     prick

  Like      even       by      my     stan-      dards

  [ignor-         ing        the       war]

     He      turned        a fun       exercise       again        st        machinery     boring

       By           micro         managing          every           one

    -carried         Away

     This          -dick

      Those that have power       should restrain themselves          from using it

     Against         machines?

       Dude....

      I stick pretty closely to one          moral code

       And there was nothing even remotely     reprehensible

       About           That           Deal

      Yeah,        if they were sentient

       But, they act just like normal   robots               Running on         prot      ocol           Alone

    Giv         ing        no       hint          to       sen     tience

    Your complaint        literally         comes          down

    To        chopping them into          one           or more pieces

        That’s            extremely              overcontrolling          and              overbearing

        Not to mention to       reprimand        someone....

       Dick            Move 

      That’s          the         point

    Least        it        had       dark       ened      lighting

 “Lieuten        ant,”

Called    it

  Also     way      to      go     dip shits

  You left a com that can be traced back to your exact location

   Whelp

  Okay...

  The tracking          beacon

   Yeah

They knew   we were coming

 And   didn’t send a trap

Instead sene a thing     that can be traced back to the location

Should’ve known   Gunnery wasn’t here

 No,   you should’ve exercised caution

Well at least he isn’t blaming-

Screaming

Yes   he   would’ve

That    was     the     first     tip    off

Also;     clones?

 I apologize     for the deception

 Bull shit

I apologize for my     colleagues

 -What?

  Dude

Seriously

 How easy are you trying to make it for them to find   you?

Count      Dooku  

Why      Dude?

Oh   Wait   enablers   

Guess   this is their     tea     sess

 Okay    hit us     with        that       snark   

    ....

   Light     Roast

   He   honestly     seems       so       sad

   What

    This          has        got          to            be          a        trap

    No shit

   “Catch         Some          One,”

   No   not the vibe I got

  Also     there’s      the     clone

 Wondered     where      he     went

  “To      Catch,”

  Whelp

  Wow

  What?!

   Well

  Looks      like     someone      likes    creepy      statues  

   (I know       there’s       likely       some       deep        lore)

   Shrine

   Dude this whole place looks like a   monastery/castle?

   You’re just        figuring out        This might be some     ancient     something     or another

 It’s on a foggy     planet,         Huge,       Em-bedding      And   desolute

It basically screams     basic cult

 “Warrior,”

 I was going with   barbarian, but   that   works

Whelp

Weird  

 Juices

Nope        Metal

 Grievous      Cult

This is the lair of   General Grievous

 Are you sure it’s not    a cult?

 Like   I don’t know

But    I wouldn’t keep     Reminders     of how I was        brutally dismembered       Around

  IDK

Maybe I’m just not that    extra

Whelp     Dear     Frick

Back     to    the   thing

Also   yeah   don’t     leave

Get    Rein    force    ments

(I know I roast   Plo   about this all the time)

But    A few more Jedi      Might be useful      Against       a guy      With   multiple   hands

(Or at least     tell them       Your       Lo      cation,         What         a       quick    summary)

  So   they know what they’re getting into   if you disappear under   “mysterious   circumstances,”

Oh, plane

Oh,   Grievous

Looks   like     he’s doing   good for   himself

Seems       happy

Never    mind

Guess where  ignoring that   thing

With     The     Comms

Stale      mate

He   honestly   looks    sad

You   have   lost   your   focus

I mean   so far   he hasn’t   won shit

I’m honestly     surprised   he got it this far

Especially considering you’re the   negative overinvolvement side

Sidious       demands   more     dramatic   results

“ can’t   believe   I came   back    to   working   here,”

More   dead   Jedi

Did    he    kill     a   bitch?

(I would say   good for him          but    death<   Acco untability-)

You   expect   victory     over     Jedi

   Is battle        Droids

   It does    require      a brain

   And     a willingness     to escalate

   Oof

 Seriously,     Just       leave

  Whelp

  These        must be   trophies

  Jedi      he’s   murdered

  Isn’t the str- the Ed-    braid!        Thing       only     for   Padawan’s      Like,        you      don’t      seem        to       have       one

   So yeah       Grievous     probably killed a lot of children

     There    are        so      many

  Maybe      don’t      send     children       to fight       your battles

 Why      Would Dooku        want to set a        trap for his best general

    Minion disposing       Tea?

     Also, why are you      playing         into it?

   Like,         fair enough,           don’t turn down free      Intel

  But,      you could set a trap         and          be doing other things

   Like hunting down     Vice Roy   it doesn’t     make     sense

 “Are       we     the     bait      or      is   grie      -vous     the   -bait,”

Good   question

Definitely grievous though

 He was clearly      offered up      as a   distraction     From   Vice Roy

We    must    consider     who the trap          is for

  Grievous

  You’re      supposed    to     take     him      out

 Your   droid     is   track       ing      an     in       coming      ship

  Here      we     go

Match       es       the   descrip     tion

 Keep     out      of    sight

Whoa   whoa    hold     up

Why    are    they    calling     and     answering      to     you

These     are   Raden’s   troopers

Dude    has   literally   hijacked     his    whole      life

Dude       just     kick     him

 Like   fourth    time    but   ,seriously;

Capturing        him     could      turn      the     tide     of the   war

They’re      literally   handing     him      to you      on a       silver       platter

Dude - needs a break

If      he doesn’t know we’re    here

Instantly down to     do    Dooku’s     Dirty     Work

 “We     need        a      plan,”

  That’s     what      he     just   said

Whelp

That’s   neat

Cool

Mood   lighting   works

Guards

Does he even know what   happened?

Or   did      Sidious/Dooku     set up      this   elaborate      trap     while       he      was      out

   And       he’s      just    coming     home      like;

   Why        is       the     place       so     heckin    trashed

 Whelp

 Dick

 Dude      didn’t sign up for this

  Welcome      home     general

  Half willing to give it to you

 Whelp

*Oh*

Cough        ing

 Don’t     let     him       cut     the     line

Whelp  

  Heck

 He’s       Trying

 “ Don’t make me destroy you,”

 If they try to foreshadow that ear     lier

   No            Bad

   Ter         rible

 Whelp

 Seriously    did they just    reattach his    legs??

 Also,           They really did not bring anything else to capture him   with

 Besides   cables

To      Grab

 And nothing to tie him up   with

How did they    think     this was going to   go?

Argh

Just got     slap   stick        ed

Haha

“Pack     him      up”           ?

  Whelp

  Dude       they      are     just   knocked     out

 Whelp  

 Neat

Walking   a little   funny

Whelp

The clones get in the way

No   you        didn’t         bring   anything      to   restrain    him   with

“Taken     him,”

   Dude he just said       “taken”

   Not like he said    “killed”

   The most objectionable thing he said    in that     was     blaming   the clones   for his failure

  And   clearly    that     isn’t   your   issue

Narrowing  of the eyes was a    good   reaction

(Pretty sure the darkness is     Him putting unwonton pressure   and guilt tripping      (Gas        lighting)

 He’s just too much of a   coward     to say anything     because he can be held     accountable            At the      fifth      thing

 Let’s     tend      to     the   wounded

 Good      job   reflect     ing   mate

Whelp

Docter   where are you?

 Don’t    be upset with me     master

Geez

Dude does need a   break

Even     his     own     lair      is   toxic

Conversation

Rrgh

Look

Aww

Spare       parts

 Off

Body   guards

Remotely   deactivated      for       a    re-charge

Oh   so they weren’t killed

Gosh   dude came back to      A bunch of droids   laying   dead on the ground        Like;

“These.. aren’t. mine,”

Dude      is    having      a    tough     day

 Argh

 Not   good

Good

Lock down the   Perimeter

Good for   him

Whelp

Looks,     Better

Whelp

Watching

Yeah, those guys are dead from   grievous

He wacked  them with metal claws

Those     guys   don’t   have   a   single piercing mark on them

Nor     dented   helmet

Not ready to take on grievous

No one is

Dude has   robotic      arms

It’s time   we   retreated

Make sure to bring something to       restrain him   next time

Whelp

Grievous isn’t doing anything

Good     for him

“ You are    not going anywhere,”

Well, he tried

He WAS   just given          An ultimatum   from his boss

Gotta       stop    caring     about     those      things

“ Guess    we’ll have to fight       after all,”

 Or       blow open the                                door

Or   sizzle     it     open     with   your   light   sticks

 Lots     of   options

Bring      scout

Aight

Whelp     those guys are dead

Also   how did they even find   them?

Okay, that one makes sense because he was parked literally 5 feet from the base

  Fair   Game

Get out of there R6

Good for him

Whelp

That one   guy...

Whelp...

Yet

Good     for     him

 Of

R6

You told him to   leave

Dick

You surprise attack him

Call hypocrite, fair fight

Aaw, he’s   nice

Fair

Whelp

 Shit

Straight to the point

Doom       Man      -sion

Here        we     come

Whelp

Dude with the force       can’t lift one guy

Well 

General

Dude one trap   and you’re ready to call it quits

Lame

We’ve seen the lower levels of your home

No you haven’t

You were on ground level

And you only just saw anything below that   now

“ we’re not impressed,”

Dude speak for   yourself

Also,    fun

 Good     way       to        heal

   “Good, Good, Jedi,”

   This should be entertaining

        - way to heal-

   “You shall provide    sport for me,”

Like;           That

  Whelp

   Good        time            to       entertain          our        guests

        He’s             a           good            host

      Whelp

      Dude          has            a         dinosaur

       And       bots

     Dude         level       spiked          for           a          moment

    Hmm

    Nice

    Oof

    That       sounds     painful

   Armor       Patches

  “Contrary to your belief     I have other things to do,”

       Good              for            him

 He rans    a med channel

 “ go see to it my   repair,”

   Implaments            (?)

*Impale     Ments

   There may be   some discomfort

  But I’m pretty sure   he was already uncomfortable

   Argh

No sedatives

Off

Weak       link

Whelp

Surprised     his  pistol    did anything

Like seriously   even the swords would take   a few   whacks

There we go stabbing it with a sword

Your   knight   instinct

Whelp

And that clown just became the damsel

Whelp

Whelp

Fail

Guess     he’s   dead

 Or   broke     something

Splat noises   are kind of   humorous

So it could just be a   broken   nose

Great

Whelp

Instinct

Grievous is going to pay for this

Dude he made a humorous   “Splat” sound

“Splat”  is not       a     death   sound

   It      is      a     broken     nose   sound

“Destroy      him,”

I understand your pain

No, this is the time to take the kid away from the   bad situation

(Or actually give him the        don’t kill things talk)

   That’s the better option

   (Since he is still an adult and         can make his decision)

“ but you forget your teachings   Nadar,”

Not like that

  That is how you get       hit in the face

But in this war   strength prevails

 He literally   does have a point

  You two survived because of     “superior genetics”

You’ve literally been   hustling him since day one

And revenge is fine   in terms of accountability

 If someone stabs you,      You’re allowed to stab    him back

   Abusers?        Get their        abuse        back

Specifically in Murder

 The dead      isn’t alive     to take revenge

 And while he is right       that accountability is better

  That murder doesn’t   equal murder

   Because of         the belief          That all (human)         Sentient life          Inherently makes       the world better        By the possibility of them        contributing good

    Which is why         I advocate        accountability

     The way         dude is handling it          is shitty

      Firstly; all those present to the body are considered   enablers, if   they      enable     murder

And   everyone     who     sees      the     body       has       to        be          on       high      alert

  And   accountability      on     sight

 Because        if       you     five rules           A       Murder         -er...

  Point being dude should.     shut the fuck up and     help him find this dude

   The rules have changed

  Yes, yes they have

“ perhaps you are the one that has changed,”

  Shut up toxic

     Dick

    Enabling selfish dick

 “ come now,”

   He realized he fucked up

 “ We   need to move    now,”

  There’s         no     saving      that

  Whelp

  Skipped       past       that

   Looks      better

   “Gor,”

    He      named          it

    Oh

   Where       are      they

 Yeah wait what happened with the   doors?

 “Gor...”

 Aww       He     sounds     so    sad

Argh

Oof

That     pissed him off

Incoming     message from Count   Dooku

 Oh,       Good

 The Jedi have infiltrated your Lair

  Damn

 He   really   didn’t     tell     the     man   about   anything

Your   recent   defeats      at    their   hands

  Wow,         Dude can Literally not get a   break

   You just called him    five minutes     ago

 Fuck you

  He looks so       Tired

     And          Done

“Reassess      your    effectiveness,”

  Oh     that’s bound to piss him        off

 That you actively did   that

I’m expecting a face   Heel turn

 “You”

 There      we      go

  “ you   deactivated       my     Guards,”

    Oh....

[I assumed he just    forgot]

“ You let the Jedi      in,”

  No actually   they found a magic brick

  Unless Count Dooku  just so happen       to press    the button           at        the       same       time

Which      if so      nice

  Makes       dude’s overconfidence   even sweeter

“ so you would testing me,”

  Dick

 And he’s starting to look     It

  Oops

He’s pissed now

 Like I know this is     culminating in a fight scene

  But I would just love     if  just walked downstairs.        And was like     yes      I will go with you

 Out     of     Spite

“ i’ll play your little game,”

  In your condition you need your   rest

  I will rest when the Jedi     are dead

 Oh so that’s how they capture   him

 Maybe after he kills the   young one

Sentry

Those robots do     nothing

Whelp

Control      Room

 He’s         Done

Oh,        what do we have    here?

Oh,    this is what he does?

Master      the Jedi are about to enter the control room

  Snarky      little     shit

“Nadar,     get   inside,”

 Yeah,         No

Ahh

Nadar

Cutting       out      the    abuser

  Whelp

Absolutely       can       kick        ass

Surprised       no     one      who   understands   accountability

“Greetings     young      Jedi,”

 Greetings Boomer

“How       Ex       citing,”

   Neat

And   Meta

 Defeat       us       all

You’re one person   but I accept the understanding

  Get him     Master

Oh    he gets to see his apprentice die on the   big screen

Wait, where is the other   Jedi

Where-

Oh no

Self-awareness

 Oww

 But that wouldn’t kill a     determined

Whelp he accepted death

“No,”

Yep, he’d rather die than live in the world   you made

Enabler

(Technically;    Both of you)

 Welp I will kill you all

Do you hear me Jedi

Do you hear me

Fair   game

Enablers       kill   enablers

  No     one   wins

“ R6      is that you?”

How?!

Meet me at the   south landing   platform

I’m coming for you next   Fisto

Whelp, i’ll be   gone by the time you get here

Dick

Whelp

R6, I’m at the platform

Going     somewhere

How?!

But   also OK

Whelp

Hmm

Fan Technique should actually help in the   fog

Whelp

Pawn In Dooku’s game

That power will only   consume you

Like you

Flaunting it

Right now

Unless his battery   gives out...

Whelp

Ok

 Cheating

How   quickly   power      can   switch     hands

  Whelp  Enabled

 Expect      ed

Accom     plishment

 So   there’s   room   improvement

 Oof

“His heart was in the right place,”

  Not      accountability

“ to answer power         with power                 It’s not the Jedi   way,”

      HAHAHaHa

    What’s the title of this     again?

  Star         WARS      The        Clone           WARS

It takes   two to tango

  Feckin hypocrites

  In this WAR

 HAHAha

“ A danger there Is,”

I feel bad    for the   voice actor   that had to say that   with a   straight face

Nailed it   perfectly well

“Oof losing who we are,”

Oh, that scene

 Chills.

  Oh

                I REALLY liked this episode

It was funny   self-aware   and even   had some good moments with the villains

 Also

   They killed a           motherfucking dragon

      *Named              Gore

      * excuse          language

[ts-indonesia]

Episode 2 - “Even though I won my minigame, our tribe still took an asspounding” - Dylan

As Owen & Julian returned to Cahaya, episode two begun, with a flash game wagering challenge. On the Obor beach, the “Charlie” alliance remained dominant over the tribe, while on Cahaya, alliances were more fluid, but with Isaac & Julian emerging as potential targets.

After a somewhat decisive Cahaya win in the challenge, Jess & Olivia were sent over to infiltrate the Obor tribal council (woo feminism?). After kick-starting the tribe’s first tribal call, Jess/Trent begun to fostering a relationship that would continue through to the endgame, and Rob emerged as a consensus for being the person people had spoken to least.

As tribal approached, Rob felt increasingly nervous, sensing his name was out there and targeted Kenny as an alternative vote. While he may have been unsuccessful in saving himself, he did manage to convince Dylan out of pity to throw his vote on Trent, causing a degree of paranoia over an already fractured Obor tribe.

At tribal itself, Rob was sent out 7-1-1, leaving the returnee infiltrators paranoid they were being framed, and the king of card pyramids out of the game.

FOXX

So I did not participate in the challenge at all since the last couple days have been relatively slow. I did maybe two things and was guilty af about it but we won! I love not having to worry about stuff like getting eliminated. I approached Stoner & Jess about making an alliance and we sealed the deal and Stoner dubbed it Snap, Crackle, Pop which is a very lame name but tbh I’m so glad to be in an alliance I’m ok being named after a freakish cereal-peddling breakfast gnome. Jess & Stoner definitely know what’s up in the game and are fucking hilarious but dealing with smart people means you can assume they’re thinking as  logically as you and thus it’s easier to appeal to their interests rather than dealing with more histrionic personalities. I also suggested we create a larger alliance roping in Olivia & Michael as they’re the most active. Michael’s a nice dude with similar interests and Olivia is super sweet and funny so I guess I’ll include them for selfish reasons. I’m just worried I’m overplaying at this point. Definitely think the less active people will be the first to go but I wanna keep winning  so I don’t have to worry as much. :’)

OLIVIA

FUCKING FLASHGAMES BARRY MANILOW IS MAD AT YOU

ROB

I’m just talking to everyone, setting myself up for the next few tribals. Everything seems to be going according to plan.

MICHAEL

When the hosts arent watching your confessionals *sad face* https://youtu.be/5VtSLMs86Zk

FOXX

Owen & Julian came back and said the other tribe is quiet as fuck and Julian straight-up said we were “messy” and “talk a lot” at their tribal. Not only is this dude not pulling his weight in challenges, being very insistent on how he should infiltrate the other tribe, he’s also talking crap about us in a public forum. Chill out dude, you’re making yourself a target. Regarding the challenge I kinda outsmarted it (outfoxxed it?) by saying we all play each of the games first and then decide based on such information who plays what and seeing how talented some people in are at some games and less so in others it seems to be paying off for us so far. Let’s hope I can continue to be friendly and helpful without making myself out to be too big of a personality. It’s not about how good I think I’m doing; it’s about how others think I’m doing and what they choose to do with that.

LEIGH

Awwwwright come on Casanova let's do this

The scores I have gotten so far in Casanova are 1300, 400, and 20,200. So I think I'm just gonna stop after 3 more attempts and hope 20,200 is good cuz i got homework to do lmao

Well fuck now I just got 47,600 so it looks like my 20k wasn't even that good

OLIVIA

Fuck flashgames and fuck anyone who likes them or anyone who has ever made a flashgame fuck flash games I fucking hate you flashgames DIE DIE DIE FUCK YOU FLASHGAMES. On a different note our tribe has really great communication and great support I really hope we win. But also fuckkkkkkkkk flashgames 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬

FOXX

It worked! We won again and not only did I ace my portion with the highest wager but I also came up with the game plan that led to victory! God I'm so glad I'm not sucking! I kiiiiinda wanna go to Obor to create an impression and MAYBE get and advantage upon arriving but we'll see!

OLIVIA

IM AN INFILTRATOR BABY LEMME SPY ON YO ASS

FOXX

Really was considering putting up a fight for being part of the Infiltration because I really don’t wanna miss out but the last thing one needs at this point is bad publicity. My goal right now is to keep winning and try to form something of a majority alliance so I can avoid tribal council but also remain secure in the event we have to go. I’m glad if someone did go though it’s Olivia & Jess, two people I’ve built solid relationships with and hopefully they fan give us an idea on what’s on the other side. I’m really upset it took me this long to return to the prowl. I really do build up my self-esteem and suffering from anxiety and depression all my life makes me afraid to step out but I’m able to take center stage if I need to! Not having my anxiety meds for months has turned me into a mumbly, absent-minded, socially awkward mess but I think I’m managing surprisingly well. The other tribe might start feeling demoralized soon with losing back to back and the fact they’re already fairly inactive if Julian & Owen are to believed makes me a bit sad for them. But that sadness is quickly overtaken by pure...idk? Satisfaction that we’re winning so much. Let’s hope I don’t get too cocky and fuck it up...again. Foxes are cunning or something.

LEIGH

I got stomped in that challenge.  We lost hard though at least it wasnt just me.  Rob is gonna be the one to go cuz he talks the least. It makes me sad cuz we talked about music and stuff. I told him that I used to play French horn in middle school and people said it was a nerdy instrument, and he said it was a cool instrument. He seems like a really nice person. I wish he could stay.  But everyones gotta go sooner or later, myself included. And I think when we merge or swap, the other tribe is much more intense than this one. It might get zany up in here.

JESS

Alright so I actually made a video confessional for this round but I rambled and mumbled too much so you are all stuck reading a JK Rowling novel length confessional. So... within the first couple of days the words "Guyana" and "2nd place" have come up at least 15 times each. This is my legacy I guess. However, these people are making it something legendary when in reality I was slaughtered and left for dead. Stoner needs to be like Anna and LET IT GO. Honestly though, I don't really mind Stoner but I know he's charming his way across the tribe being buddy buddy with everyone. When you ask ANYONE on the returnee tribe who they like 9/10 will say "Stoner and Foxx". That to me POTENTIALLY translates to "Stoner and Foxx are making chats with everyone and trying to pull in a 3rd, 4th, or 5th". That or I need to punch myself in the face. It's anyones guess? Olivia approached me about forming a group of us two and Stoner and Foxx. I don't want that thumb print in this game. Am I against it? (yes)... I don't trust these three for shit. Am I going to refuse it? HELL NAW. I basically pushed the responsibility of forming this group onto Olivia so I don't have any responsibility for this group if it gets out. LITERALLY a couple hours after... OWEN approaches me with a proposal of a group consisting of myself, Owen, Olivia, Stoner, and Foxx. HMM. LITERALLY EVERYONE WHO I DON'T WANT TO WORK WITH IN THIS GAME... You see.. I really want to work with Michael. He ticks every box in a potential alliance mate in this game. However, if this gets out I'm fucked. I'm going to die. I also really wouldn't mind working with Matt B. He's an intellectual but he could potentially murder me. SPEAKING OF MURDER.... I have to murder someone on this Obor tribe. Why did I want to be an infiltrator? I'm a crackhead and boredom. I also wanted to keep to use this as an opportunity to bond with whoever I buddied up with from my tribe and use this as a way to get sassy details from the newbies. Speaking of these newbies.. Did y'all feel them crack? Talking to them was like talking to 4 kids on coke. They were all over the place!  We initiated the first tribe call and I think that was a pretty strategic move on my part. I kind of wanted to see dynamics and see how people meshed on call. Calls are kind of the hardest places to hide in my opinion.. HOWEVER, everyone just randomly left after a while so mission failed? I decided to use this as an opportunity to talk to Trent. Trent is someone who I know of through a friend. I've only heard nice things about him and that he's insanely loyal. HOWEVER...................... WOW................... He basically spilled his whole game in a heartbeat to me and I'm kind of shook. I'm still shooketh to the core currently. It's a LOT. He essentially confessed that he's incredibly social and incredibly good at competitions. He also went on to say that he believes he has a strong hold on these newbies. All of these are red flags for me because I strongly believe that we are TRYING to play the same game. I might have to start a #Trentexposedparty in the future? He also said he's good with Anabel and Kenny. So if this ever turns into a Vets .vs. Noobs situation... yikes. I think I'm good? I HOPE. I think keeping Trent in the loop for now is incredibly beneficial. I just pray he's not as open as he is with everyone else like he is with me. I'm going to try and keep him on a tight leash for now.. SPEAKING OF KILLING PEOPLE (I forgot to address this so #yolo) People want to murder Rob. I'm SO SO SO HAPPY ABOUT THIS BECAUSE........... I KNOW ROB. Rob is 1 of 2 newbies who I know. Rob also likes to MURDER ME in games. He's slimy, he plays both sides, and he is also a player who KNOWS my game. I can't have that going forward. I need a clean slate. I need people to focus on me flopping my first season and not my prior games which I ACTUALLY HAVE WON (surprising I know... I win thing sometimes). SO let's murder Rob? PLEASE. Who knew I actually would be taking out an ACTUAL TARGET THIS ROUND OF MINE? NOT ME. NOT ME.

OLIVIA

IM AN INFILTRATOR BABY LEMME SPY ON YO ASS

OLIVIA

Being an infiltrator has been interesting. Really just miss my tribe tho :/ hope the feeling is mutual. Piss poor night irl and wish I’d not volunteered to go tbh. Whatever tho, we’ll go back to normal tomorrow and I’ll keep forgetting to search for the idol

LORELEI

Today's the day of the tribal. From what I've heard, there's a consensus on rob. But I like rob even tho we haven't talked much. He told me he wouldn't vote me out, I didn't know how to answer that so I said I wouldn't vote him out either. Voting ppl out sucks 😭. Now I cant vote rob because that would make me a liar, I'm thinking of voting myself but I know that would put a target on me and the others would know that it was I who voted myself. I don't know what to do. On a lighter note, there was a tribe call yesterday evening, and it was really fun! It was so nice to talk to everyone and hear their voices.

FOXX

I am almost positive the Idol has been found and that is...um, what’s the word? Bad. Frankly I don’t think having an Idol is a huge benefit besides information and peace of mind but the fact we might have an issue with it where we have to counter with split votes and stuff is going to be a headache. As much as I like my tribe and how similar are interests are winning a lot does sort of create this no-stakes game where you just small talk to the same people every 2-3 days. I’m gonna miss it when the game gets intense but rn I’m on edge. Though I’m always down to sling some dice and I made a half-joke that our tribe should play some D&D and hooooly shit would that be amazing if it happened

LORELEI

a part of me wishes that there was some drama / beef between players because that would make it much easier to vote people out. There's a consensus to vote rob and the reasoning behind that is that he hasn't talked much in the chat, nor has he talked much to players. To me, that's sort of an iffy to vote someone out but then again, if not Rob, then who? Voting Evan was a bit more obvious of a choice, even though it was as hard (for me at least), but I didn't even think of Rob as an option to vote out until someone in my alliance brought his name up. I'm in an alliance with trent, chris, anabel and leigh. Even though we're the majority, I have a feeling I'm in the bottom of my alliance so I don't want to rock the boat for now.

OWEN

round 2. Still bored af with my tribe but still absolutely popped off to help keep us safe :’))))) we snatched the challenge..... loves it. Getting back from the other tribe was scary bc I had literally no info to give. That tribe didn’t give me any dynamics. But I did find out that jess and foxx wanted to pull in chris olivia and someone else (michael maybe?) for a five person alliance. Like wtfffff!?!?!? Why would chris and jess not work to include me in a five with foxx? Fuck that. So I went to jess and acted like I didn’t know and I brought up the idea of a five person alliance to her of her me foxx chris and olivia lmao and told her I’d talk to foxx a lil more. Then I tried to talk to foxx but it didn’t go so well I just have a hard time thinking what to say to him..,, So honestly idk. The good thing is I feel okay socially with isaac and matt, Julian and chris have our group and I like olivia and jess. Foxx and michael are my only real disconnects and I have the feeling the others might go for Julian if we lose..... which would be sad but not the worst thing in the world. I’m not in control yet but just u wait xoxoxo

Watch me get third boot lmao

JULIAN

I kinda fucked up at last tribal and made a few comments about this tribe... I've been doing damage control this round and I think things are ok now???

ROB

I've told Dylan and Jess/Olivia to vote Kenny. I sure hope this works.

I do not wanna leave. I am terrified like no other. We bouta head to tribal. Wish me luck

TRENT

Another night another loss. My fantastic tribe lost another immunity challenge. I feel like this is going to be a trend. Everybody is sooo quiet. Jess and olivia came  over to our tribe after we loss and i bonded with them a little bit. Hopefully im making decent friends with the returnees, enough I can use that to keep me in if a swap happens. Hopefully since they haven't lost they are all itching to play the game and i can help spark that and get them to turn on themselves. Tonight's vote SHOULD be 8-1 for rob is everyone is being trust worthy. my alliance of 5 (me, anabel, leigh, chris, and lorelei) is still going strong. Not sure I 100% trust chris because I think he's being friendly with everyone. But luckily I am too. Pretty good relationship with with Dylan and pretty good with Kenny while he's a little quieter. Hopefully I'm in a decent spot after tonight. We will see

DYLAN

After taking an asshole pounding from the last round, it became obvious that I needed to make sure I was good with everyone on my tribe. This means telling 4 different people (Chris, Anabel,Rob and Kenny) I trust them the most. I like trent a lot but I can tell hes going to be a social and physical threat down the road compared to the other people on this rookies tribe. I was stuck on cubefield at 501k for a few hours then got a funny feeling that if I didnt score higher if lose my matchup and my intuitive ass was correct in predicting I would have lost by 1k points. Even though I won my minigame, our tribe still took an asspounding. Robs name was thrown out almost immediately by just about everyone, so I tried to hint that he may be the target but he didn't get it I guess. so the most difficult part of this round was figuring out what to tell rob for a vote. After an astonishing 15 fucking hours, he finally told me hed be down to do Kenny. Cool vote Kenny. I do feel bad though, so im going to throw my vote on trent as I feel he is least likely to be targeted on my tribe at the moment, and it could potentially spice things up!

CHRIS O

https://youtu.be/pZ22TstI7Ro

MICHAEL

https://youtu.be/B2lcYEK-JAs

MATT

following the first round, i feel like i was able to get in a decent spot where i wouldn’t be targeted first.  i feel like i’m pretty active, and i’m trying to do my best and conversation with people.  i think i wanna tru and solidify SOMETHING with someone because its these early alliances and bonds that tend to run deep into the game with.  However one thing i’m never good at is determining when to initiate game talk.  like i wanna ask about their thoughts on other people and who they think we could work with, but my fear is starting that talk and then being viewed as paranoid and a gamer.  And this early on i really don’t wanna have to deal with that.   i think this round i felt a lot more laid back and not as active conversation wise.  with classes starting up i need to be on my A-Game from here on out.  i think if we lose next challenge, i should be fine.  people have talked about how issac just doesn’t seem to be here and julian is often gone/is crazy.  so those should be two easy boots, but you can never be certain in this game.   the damn torches are confusing as heck and idk what correlation they have on the game.  the idol search is fun being an easy grid but not fun bc i can’t find anything or forget to search.

#whenyourfiresout

[notallbloodmages]

The

So, my paternal grandmother called and left a message for the first time in months, here’s all she had to say-

“Hi, Alexa, I just can’t imagine what we did to make you want nothing to do with us. Truly puzzled. (long pause) Anyway, regardless, you’re invited to Thanksgiving at uncle Ryan’s house. Bye.”

It’s just laughable that they have no idea. The last straw was when my father literally told me that I should go to his family christmas even though my other grandmother had just lost her daughter to suicide. How fucking cruel is that?! My mother’s family always bent over backwards to meet the will of pat-ma’s insensitivies. Every holiday had to be at pat-ma’s house, regardless of whether of not everyone else also had only that day off work to spend with their family. Pat-ma gave everyone Christmas money every year, but gave my sister half of what everyone else got because she’s my half-sister. Oh, but in the end we both got nothing because my Dad fucking stole all of it after telling me it was “going into a savings account for [you].” He had set one up for me, but withdrew everything and closed it soon after. I have proof. 

And those holidays my sister and I spent there? Holiday my ass. Both my aunt and pat-ma would fucking start asking me stupid questions and when I said I didn’t know, they would yell at me or call me stupid or foolish. When I was 17, when I was 14, when I was TEN FUCKING YEARS OLD. And then my aunt would half-assedly come upstairs to where I’d run off to, and say “why are you crying, not everything is about you ya know.” !?!?! You just fucking made it about me!? Like!? Just roasted a fucking child over some chicken soup? 

Pat-ma and co took me to the State Fair once. They had “forgotten” to tell me that I was also spending the weekend with them- because they knew I’d say I didn’t want to come. Really? You want to trick a child into spending time with you and you wonder now why I hate you? I called aunty K while I was in the bathroom and told her I didn’t want to stay with them, and asked her to make something up for me. She called my dad a while later, to not be suspicious, and told her that my great-grandma was in the hospital and wasn’t going to make it much longer. It was a lie that sucked, but we thought maybe pat-ma wouldn’t be an ass about something like that. Of course she would be. Suddenly it was a verbal brawl of not just pat-ma, but four grown-ass adults telling me that I should suck it up and that “g & g wils_____” wouldn’t be around forever.  My dudes, we just told you that my 80-year-old relative was dying, and you 55-year-olds are going to try to threaten me with your piece-of-shit lives? I stood by while pat-ma screamed into the phone at my aunt, and then my good grandma. I grabbed my phone from her and ran away at the fair. Aunty K came and got me. The calls from pat-ma and co went on for weeks- I couldn’t make out any of their words but they were screaming at the top of their lungs, grandma was crying, I was crying, it was a fucking mess. All because they decided to trick a 12-year-old into spending time with them. Seriously, you have to know you’re doing something wrong if you know a 12-year-old won’t see you without lying. 

A few years later, I was at their camper with them for a weekend. It was the only time I enjoyed spending with them, because it meant I could spend the whole time outside and away from them- along with my cousins. She loves my cousins. Always has. She’s always targetting me for being a fuck-up and doesn’t care that they all became spoiled brats because of her. She’s probably glad, because she trained them to love the monetary gifts that she gives for Christmas and birthdays. Her little trap that she tried to train me with, too. The second day at the camper, I realized I’d forgotten my meds at home. I panicked, because I’d finally started feeling a little better. Unfortunately I couldn’t keep calm, mostly because my dad called me weak and pat-ma said she’d throw them in the garbage anyway. I yelled back, which might have surprised her. I yelled at my dad, too, about being an alcoholic when I was younger. He stormed off, denying that that was true. I see the police records of domestic violence and DUIs in public records, you ass. Pat-ma sat down and looked me dead in the eye, and said that it wasn’t her fault what her children did and that it wasn’t her job to help them out of it either. Holy shit. It literally is, though. At least to try. Your son almost let me fall down the stairs when I was one. He almost killed himself falling asleep in the garage with the car on when I was two. My good grandma decided that instead of just bringing me my meds, she was going to get me too. She yelled at my dad when we left. 

When I was 16, they got into a car accident. Pat-ma had flown through the windshield. I didn’t hear about it for weeks after it happened, and when dad told me he asked why I wasn’t calling pat-ma more often. !?!?!!? I hoped that nearly dying herself would make her realize that she needed to be nicer while she still had time left. No, it just made her more bitter and more cruel. She lost two vertebrae, but now after 8 years is somehow mostly back to normal -but a bit shorter. She doesn’t need a cane or constant pain meds or anything. I feel like she healed just to spite everyone. 

And last year, my aunt committed suicide. My dad, who was close to her in college, called me crying that he was so sorry. I could tell that he was drunk, too. He said he would call me every day. Pfft. He didn’t call me for weeks. He didn’t come to the funeral, he didn’t offer to help with anything. Pat-ma called to say she was sorry, too, and sent me a card with $50 in it. It was insulting. She thought that was all she had to do, and suddenly I would like her? She called before my dad did, inviting me to Thanksgiving. I said  I was spending it with my mom who flew from California for it and she just said, “Oh, well if you change your mind, it’s at Ryans.” If I change my mind? Why?? 

A week before my birthday, my dad finally called me. No sign of compassion in his voice, no mention of my aunt’s death, no asking how I was doing. I was doing pretty damn bad, thank you very much. He told me the date that he was driving to pat-ma’s for Christmas. I had rehearsed this in my head many times. “I would love to, but I’m going to be spending my holidays with my other Grandma, considering she just lost a child.” The last part came out real hard. He paused before saying, “well, you seem to forget that you have other grandparents who might not be around much longer!” Sorry, he didn’t say it, he yelled it. I hung up. He called me five more times, texted sometimes. I almost replied to a text the next day, but then he said the same thing as he said on the phone. I’ve been blocking all of their numbers ever since. 

Doesn’t stop them from trying, though. It’s mostly pat-ma. My dad has tried a few times, my step-mom has tried, and pat-ma even uses a private number sometimes. Only she leaves messages. They range from “I’m confused why you won’t answer the phone” to a minute and a half of breathing to calling me ungrateful praising herself for “all she’s done for me.” Do you know what all of them have in common? There’s no “We miss you.” No “We love you.” Not even a “please call me back.” Just accusations, guilt tripping, and self-praise. 

If I ever talk to them again, they’ll be hearing about how many times they made me want to go the same way that aunty did. I’m on better meds now and can think and talk so much clearer. I’m still a cryer when I’m angry but now it’s obvious when I’m angry.

Oh, I also recently learned that they offered my mom a new car and a huge amount of money to stay with my dad after she had me. I learned how many times they said they were ashamed of me being born out of wedlock. Was it ever my dad’s fault? No, it was my mom’s fault for not marrying him. It was my mom’s fault that he stole money from work when he was making more than enough.

I think that deep down (very very deep), my dad might want to be a good person. A good father. There have been times when he seemed to genuinely care. But growing up with pat-ma for a mother? Holy shit, no wonder the rest of the family is so fucked up and hell bent on making everyone as miserable as they are. Maybe once pat-ma dies, I’ll answer my dad. Maybe then we’ll talk. But as long as pat-ma still has her grasp on everyone, it’s not worth the emotional stress to speak to any of them.

#personal #venting #just another week until I start seeing another counselor

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> HADEAN

Sip made you all pretty while you chatted about beating Emerel's ass in. It was... Fun in a way you've never gotten to experience before, really. And hey, you were pretty enough to pull of anything.

And Sipara seemed sure that this goo wouldn't melt off your mug. She would know better than anyone else... You hope. Back in your normal clothes it seemed right to head to the fighting rings and see about scouting out your opponent. You'd had your fun at the faire, gotten to meet a bunch of trolls and have enough quality bonding time to last you a few sweeps...

That meant it was time for business. You absently tapped your staff against your shoulder as you walked, eyes sweeping over the trolls assembled. Honestly, you had no idea who you were looking for! Just that he was jade.

"Siiip. Which one of these dirtbags is Emerel? Fucker was hella rude, not even sending me a picture. He's not actually hideous or something, is he?" You had thought Pheres had taste. But... With what he was wearing... Maybe not.

> EMEREL

You walk back into the arena, sweat dripping down your forehead that you can't be bothered to wipe off. Besides, it's kind of attractive. You had some rage to let out and you feel a bit better now. There's a bit of blood streaked across your garb and you're not sure if it's yours or that blueblood you took a quick drink from while he was knocked unconscious with a very rude halberd pole. Ironically, you're pretty sure that's the same blue you drank from during the faire where you meant Pheres. Small world. You decide you'll hang out on the benches with your waterbottle for now, thoroughly overheated and in need of something for your throat. Hadean will make himself known when he gets here, you're sure.

 > SIPARA

Hadean's pretty as a goddamn picture, and you _absolutely_ crammed your phone full of 'em. Between Pheres's horn-shining and your work, there's something deeply satisfying in how positively _glam_ he looks. And he'll look even better when he's kicking someone's ass in it. Empress, you miss being in the ring. "Ha~aaaaads," you drawl back, squinting at the crowd. "He's the mossball over --" You bounce up on your toes, peering at each troll in turn, before you jerk your chin towards Emerel. You've only seen him in person once or twice, but with as many pictures as Pheres's put up, he's kind of hard to miss. "There! And - eye-dee-kay, dude, he's not _my_ thing. You like 'em long and gangly and nubby-horned?" "Because if you do.. looks like you might have competition. Haha, holy shit, did he fuck around with a teal before he's _fighting?_"

 > HADEAN

Huh. First thought it he looks like a sweaty gross nerd. Second thought is woww, was he really fighting before your bout? "Looks like it. Hella rude, doesn't he know he was supposed to save himself for me? Might start bawling as soon as I try talking to him, I can already feel myself getting choked up." Well if he wanted to tire himself out before his fight, fine. You were used to being looked down upon for your blood color, obviously he didn't think you were worth his best. His loss, it'd just make it an easier win for you. You stroll your way over to the benches, whistling loud- like you would for a woofbeast. "Oh Emerel~ Are you always this sweaty and dirty, or was this your attempt at cleaning up for me?"

 > EMEREL

You're quietly minding your own business, drinking your waterbottle on your bench, when you're whistled at. It's not the first time someone's whistled at you, so you can't say you're bothered. You love it when strangers pay attention that kind of attention to you, usually. When he calls your name, however, you pause with your bottle still at your lips. You don't look towards the source of the sound and your only response is to tap your fingers on the bottle. "You could say-" You look over to him, snorting when you notice how prettied up he is. Even you know better. "-That I simply look the part of a man who just went to war." You HAVE been doing reenactments all day, after all. You stand up, setting the bottle down to look Hadean over. He's not much taller than you, horns notwithstanding, and the only thing about him that's really concering you is that dumb floating horn. You're sure you should be wary of that one.

 > HADEAN

"A man who went to war. Sure, buttercup." You make sure your voice is as dry as possible. War? Is that what he thinks fighting trolls one on one for a while is? Man, he's a dramatic one... But you guess it comes with the territory of being a fucking. Historical nerd. "Well, you need a little more time to freshen up, or are we fighting now? Because I came all this way to this stupid faire to beat you up. Might as well get it over with." You lean against your staff, giving him you best cocky smirk. You didn't have to get serious about it until you were actually going at it, after all. Let him think you the cocky lowblood who was getting in over their head. You could play stereotypes to your advantage any night.

 > MAIDEL

You’re sitting in the stands with Sipara, watching Hadean and Emerel anxiously, but then Prisma really does come over! You beam at the yellowblood. “Hi! Are you excited for the fight? I’m a little worried, but…” You trail off and look at the two trolls. “…they both seem pretty capable.”

 > EMEREL

"I'm ready when you are. Question is, Hadean, just how good are you at putting your money where your mouth is?" You look to his face, a wide smirk crossing yours as you summon your halberd to your hand, copying his lean. For all your talk, you're making all sorts of immediate observations about him: Face tattoos. High pain tolerance. Floating horn. Some type of psionic bullshit. You probably shouldn't get too close. Staff. Another indicator that he keeps a distance. Cocky. It's a trick you know quite well. Tall. Inherently on the tough side. Long hair. Doesn't spend too much time in close range fights if he's not worried about getting his braid yanked on. You think you might try fighting close to him and seeing what happens. "But, you know, if you want to apply a little more makeup before we get into it, I'll wait. Be my guest."

 > PRISMA

"I am marginally excited. I am more excited to see Hadean destroy this mysterious jade blood," You remark simply, cocking your head lightly at Maidel. "You found time to get away from the booth, finally?"

 > VATRRA

You've locked up your shop in favor of wandering around until you find where you need to go. And it's not hard to spot the familiar face in the crowd once you remember what to look for. The greenblood and goldblood next to Nzinga are unfamiliar, but based on the chrome in the chat these are probably the other people you were just talking to. You walk over and take a seat at the end of them, nodding in greeting.

 > HADEAN

"Oh my god, clearly you've been watching way too many shitty movies with Gliese is you're going to spew that line and try to look cool doing it." You roll your eyes at him, but you're taking note of him while you trade jabs. But let him try to compartmentalize you! As much as he likes to think how good he is at fighting, you've just had a lot more time alive to fight. And you're used to fighting trolls that are physically stronger than you. "Now don't go tossing Sip's skills or she might give you a good kick when you're down. Are we going to stand around all night, or are we going to fight?"

 > LOKKIC & CO Somehow, all of you have managed to sit on the bleachers without causing a scene. Of course, it helps that you have yourself, your lusus, Nikola, AND Desmon in that order between Natali and Daiyel. It seems to be working as far as keeping them seperated goes. You're so glad. Your arm still hurts and you hope it's not infected. Where even is the med tent? You never were able to find it and you gave up.

 > EMEREL

"You say that, but I think you're just pissed that you're missing out on the movie night food. Too bad, it's good stuff too. Oh well. Sucks to be you." You shrug at him, twirling your halberd once and hoisting it on your shoulder as you approach the ring. You think you have a strategy worked out for this guy, at least for the first few minutes. You'll have to see what other surprises he has up his sleeve. "You're the only one still standing, Hadean." You look over your shoulder, winking at him. "Be sure to get a good look at my ass while you can because this is the last chance you'll get to see it."

 > MAIDEL

“Well, Pheres will be here too!” You say. “He’s hardly going to miss his matesprit…so I think we’re just closing for a bit.” You say, shrugging, then realizing Prisma doesn’t know who Emerel is. “Oh, Emerel’s not mysterious! He’s very nice, really, and he’s a military history expert.” You wave to the redblood who you assume is VA, and you feel bad that you don’t remember her name. “Hi! You’re VA, right? Good to see you!”

 > CANELA Fight, fight, fight! You're so glad you found the fighting rings. You love watching people beat each other up! Especially when there's blood involved. And that is exactly why you're polyp-levels rooted to your bench, happily tapping your feet as you rest your chin in your hand. Your other one is reaching into your box of tasty fried crabs. You were so glad you found a seadweller food booth at the faire! She was such a nice girl, too. And she makes tasty crabs. You can't wait for the killing to start.

 > PRISMA

A military history expert... You raise an eyebrow at this, pursing your lips somewhat tightly. This is an increasingly odd collection of people. Even more so with the newcomer, and you look at the redblood appraisingly. They must all really believe in comraderie. "But then why are they fighting? For the sake of it?" You ask Maidel, turning your gaze back to them.

 > LALEDY

Even front row seats don't manage to make this a fight worth bothering to try and actually view. You're kind of having fun with the rest of it, though - Sipara's done up your face in a way that actually makes you want to preen, and you can already hear Hads and the other guy talking shit to each other. It's like a bad drama, and you're snickering into your left-over pizza plate as you wait for the real theatrics to start. You're probably not going to see much of it, but you're fully prepared to make fun of the crowd.

 > VATRRA

You give the greenblood a small, slightly awkward wave, "Aye. You're AC, right?" You catch the tail end of the yellowblood's question and hope that it gets answered. You're not so sure why there's a fight either, and it seems a little rude at this point to ask if it's a deathmatch or what.

 >SIPARA "Because it's _fucking cool_," you declare, looking up briefly from your phone to grin at Prisma, at the same point that Pheres huffs, from down against the fence: "- because they're a pair of _morons_, that's why."

 > LALEDY

You were right, the crowd is totally the best part. You lean over so you can raise an eyebrow at Pheres. "Ain't one of them your, like, matesprit?" you ask.

 > MAIDEL

“Um.” You say. “I think they think it’s fun. Hadean really likes fighting in general, and Emerel does re-enactments.” It’s not your thing at all. “Oh! And I think some trolls bet on it, too.” You remember, then laugh a little as you look at Sipara. “Maybe Sipara will make some money!” “Yes!” You say, smiling at the redblood. “But my name’s Maidel - what’s yours?” You have to restrain giggles at Sipara’s statement - it’d be rude to laugh! Unfortunately a few escape past your hand on your mouth, your floppy ears flicking.

 > PRISMA

You can't help but grin at Pheres's reply, looking away to keep it politely hidden. It is strange they would let their matesprit get caught up in all this -- you're confused still by the connections everyone has. It seemed like too much to take in, and you sigh briefly. "Hadean likes competing. Emerel's interest seems more skewed, based on that," and then you quiet as Maidel reels to the other troll.

 > HADEAN

Ugh. Is he showing off to intimidate you, or to piss you off? Doesn't he know the brat section of this fight belongs to you? Well, he'll probably lose it when it gets to the actual fighting. No one can play dirty quite like you. "What, is getting to look at your ass a scare tactic? I mean, it is a pretty sorry sight." You stroll over to catch up to him, giving him your least impressed look.

 > VATRRA

Sipara's answer tells you that it's probably NOT a deathmatch, and the other rust's answer cements the idea, which is sort of a relief. Jade is kind of up there, but it would still be a shame to see them or a rustblood murdered in the pit. You lean forward, trying to not make the greenblood- Maidel switch between talking to you and the goldblood. You look between the two of them. "I'm Vatrra". "So, they're just gonna duke it out for the fun of it?"

 > EMEREL

"Well, if you want a better look to make a decision on that, all you have to do is ask~" You put your finger to your lip, giving him a one-finger blown kiss before stepping past the circle into the ring. You know he gets weirded out from shameless flirting. And that's something you're very, very good at. "Now are you going to fight me or weep mascara on my face?"

 > PHERES

Being mean to Laledy would be dreadful, given how much Sipara chatters about him: she clearly _likes_ him, and that's rare enough. And you're fond of him, too. And it wouldn't do anything to stop your sulking. "Mm," you say, not quite an agreement, and watch Emerel spin in the ring. "He's the jade. Who're you betting on, Laledy?"

 > HADEAN

undefinedUgh. You keep you unimpressed look up, tapping your staff on the ground as you look around. "Oh, we're fighting. I just wanted to make sure we didn't have to do anything like cross weapons or bow or any of the other fancy shit that only historical losers would do!" Hah. You're throwing jabs and making constructs at the same time. Under your clothes where no one can see it, hardening your energy to take blows for you. Your psi are sneaky- there's some sparking of your horn, but not much to show for it. For all he knows the flames dim and flare naturally.

 > MAIDEL

“I think Emerel likes showing off.” You say fondly. “He’s good at it! And aha, yes, Vatrra. They both seem really down for it, they’ve been talking about it for nights.” You smile at Pheres, and oh, there’s another jade! What unusual hair. Laledy? Huh. You don’t want to interrupt

them, but you’ll have to say hi at some point. Any friend of Pheres’s is always worth talking to.

 > LALEDY

You blink. Well, that's not exactly the answer you expected. Pheres's words don't say much, but his tone speaks volumes. Did you say something? "Nah," you tell him, "Ain't bettin' nothin'! And it's totes cos I'm a respectable and carin' friend and ish and not, like, cos I ain't got nothin' but pocket lint and pizza to bet. You doin' aight, pal?" You pause, debating, and eventually resign yourself. "... Got pizza if you want some," you say proferring your plate. You've still got two perfectly respectable slices on it. You can probably spare one, at least.

 > EMEREL

You chuckle, taking another look up and down him. He smells like he hasn't showered in a while. Or at least like he doesn't do it nearly as often as he should. Does he spend a lot of time sweating? Because old dirt and sweat is what it smells like to you. You vaguely recall that he travels. Talk about traveling on foot a lot. But that means he's probably got some good muscle built up, at least in the legs. So avoiding them is a good idea for now. Your most likely target is going to be his front: The face, neck, and chest. But you promised Pheres no lethal blows, so you think a good crack over the head and a kick out of the ring might work out here. "I only bow to people who aren't named Hadean, I'm afraid. So unless you change your name, that's out of the picture." You raise your weapon, tapping the handle on the ground twice. "We do do this, though." AKA, only you do it. But he doesn't have to know that. "Let's go."

 > HADEAN

"Oh wow. Did you stay up all day thinking of quips for me? Managed to rub those two functioning circuits in your thinkpan long enough for that one, good job." Huh. You just tap your staff twice before you shift it in to both hands. Your energy is a low hum against your skin, familiar- ready to spread when you're ready to reveal your hand. "Hope you can use that pig-sticker." You don't like pressing an attack, not at first. You set your stance a little bit, waiting to see what he'll do- if he thinks he's naturally got the advantage and come charging in.

 > EMEREL

This is going to be interesting. Since you don't know yet what Hadean can do and all your observations have indicated that you shouldn't take him lightly by any measure, you're playing the safe route at first. You ignore your buddies at the side yelling out their bets, deciding you'll try and fake him into making the first move. "You know, they normally wear something a little different in the ring." You shrug, tapping your fingers on your halberd which is still balanced on the sand. You note the tightness in Hadean's muscles and try to figure out where he's the least defended. "We normally wear a lot more padding. Even if we didn't, where's the fun in your jeans?" Before you've even finished speaking, you've made use of how long your weapon is, the tip of the axe aimed right at his face.

 > PHERES

You would really rather dig holes into the fence post and seethe. But Laledy's trying to be kind, so you roll your eyes and slog up to his seat. Your smile's crooked, but at least you manage it. "I'm fine! Disappointed, but. Ah. We'll see how it goes. Thank you for asking, though. Sipara, scoot over," you demand, and as soon as she shifts, you cram yourself onto her lap. She's got her phone. It'll be _fine._ And you do steal a piece of pepperoni off of his pizza. Well, if he's _offering..._

 > HADEAN

Ah, the old keep them distracted with talking while you swing at them. Good to know he's not above using tricks! Means you can't rely on him playing by the rules, which is fine by you. You feint back and let your staff come up, trying to sweep his halberd- a test to see how much he'll fumble, knowledge of how long you might have to strike in the future. You don't press an attack now, you're still using a staff after all! It's a defensive weapon and you're going to take your time when you can get it. Build up some energy weapons under your shirt to play with. "Jeans are comfy. The fun is in beating you. Duh."

 > MAIDEL

Pheres doesn’t look happy, but you can’t help smiling as he scoots onto Sipara’s lap and takes a piece of pepperoni off of Laledy’s pizza. You look down at Emerel and Hadean, wondering when they’ll actually start fighting. You’re nervous - naturally - but also excited and a bit curious - Ooooh, there goes Emerel. You suck in a sharp breath, until Hadean swings his staff up to meet him. Your eyes are still wide, though.

 > LALEDY

You can't quite read Pheres's face even when he gets closer, aside from a general smile. His tone is still stiff, though, until he shoves Sipara over and grabs a slice. Well, if the food's gonna help get the stick out of his ass. He's probably worried his boyfriend's going to get shanked, you figure, but it's not like these things are to the death. Besides, Emerel's green - and hasn't been living on fumes and duct tape for the past quarter-sweep like you. He's going to be fine. You nab the last slice of pizza for yourself (anchovies: not actually as bad as everyone has been making them out to be, but hunger is the best topping) so Pheres can't grab it if he decides he wants another, and lean back to munch on it as the fight starts. Well. "Fight." It's still mostly posturing, which is more fun if anybody asks you!

 > EMEREL

You shift your grip on your halberd and turn it, trying to use it for something resembling its proper purpose as you attempt to catch his staff with it. If you can disarm him, the better. There's a loud cheer from somewhere to your left as the weapons clash together and you admit you love the sound, even if this is a bad time to comment on that. "Comfy and also boring. No wonder someone had to fix you up for this. It's not like you can take care of yourself~"

 > HADEAN

Well, looks like he can use his halberd some. He probably thinks he's clever catching you, but you put your strength in to it as you clash, trying to lock your weapons together as a plan forms. You let him talk, it gives you enough time to hopefully hold your ground and let your energy gather, teeth bared as your shirt rips. RIP one of your three shirts. But you've got another arm now! Does an energy tentacle count as an arm? You think it does when it's armed with a knife. It's just like using any other limb for you, a little will springing it around you to lash at his middle while you hopefully keep his weapon engaged with your own. Thank god for buying the staff with a lead core in it, it's probably the only thing keeping your staff in one piece.

 > EMEREL

Well, your plan to disarm him isn't working. If anything, he's trying his best to make sure you can't move either. What's he planning? Your immediate instinct is to disengage and step back and when you hear the sound of ripping cloth, you feel like that was the right choice. Your weapon, however, is locked hard in his and you're going to have to make a gambit to tip things in your favor here. You hold your breath and hold still until whatever the hell he just made actually punches you staight in the stomach. You cough, holding tighter to the chapped leather on your handle as you use those locked weapons to your advantage. Hopefully he won't be expecting you to counter so quickly after being basically sucker punched. Which means he hopefully won't be expecting you to immediately swing yourself around via your trapped weapons and sweep your legs under his to knock him down.

 > HADEAN

Oh fuck, did you just straight up shank the fuck out of him. Oh yeah, that's the sort of flesh ressiting and then submitting to a razor edge that signals that your knife went riight in. He was supposed to dodge! What kind of troll stays locked in with a guy and just takes a gut shot!? The same kind of idiot who just sweeps a guy when he's still got a knife in him you fucking guess. You instinctively use the tentacle coming out of your back to try and catch yourself somewhat, to not leave yourself completely defenseless. The staff is gone, but you've still got psionics, and- oh yeah, your tentacle was still knife-ing him. You really hope your trying to catch yourself didn't slice him open even more. You focus on keeping your head and arms protected if he comes in for an attack while you're still trying to regain your footing, purposefully leaving your armor-protected legs and chest there for him to try and stab at. Unlike him, you don't just take a gut shot like it's no big deal.

 > EMEREL

You cough again, louder as blood pours over your lips and your chest burns and throbs. That fucking hurts. That hurts like hell, why did you do that? You hear what sounds like a distressed goat screaming somewhere and you think that might be Pheres. This is a weird time to want to laugh and you're going to stop chuckling now. You think you'll be just fine, though. You've been dealt a literally fatal blow and this isn't nearly as bad as you remember. Holy shit, you were not expecting those powers of his. At all. What are you supposed to do about them? You'll figure out something, damn it. You refuse to lose without a hell of a fight. At least it looks cool for the crowd, as they're getting louder. You stumble back, finally getting that damn tentacle out of your chest and that hurts even worse now that it's out. Okay, this is hurting as much as you remember now. "Fucking hell-" You mutter. "That's impressive." Your voice cracks and you promptly step on that stupid shitty braid of his, aiming the butt of your halberd at whatever gap in his guard you can reach, fully intent on butting his his eyes out if you can. He's lucky you're using the blunt end, honestly. Of course, this would be easier if you weren't busy watching the tentacles for more shenanigans.

 > HADEAN

Oh man you fucked up. How bad did you fuck him up. He's bleeding from the mouth, so... You're gonna err on pretty fucking bad. But hey! He's still talking. Is that good? You're counting that as good. Otherwise you're going to feel really bad at that screaming from Pheres. Okay, he's stepping on your braid. Less pity now. Especially when he's aiming for your face, fuck that. You raise your arms to block it and yeah, that hurts like a son of a bitch. You're used to pain, you can do this. Just gotta ride that adrenaline high and hope that nothing is fractured. ...Something is probably fractured. You whiz the tentacle at him again, just trying to force him to give you enough distance to get up. You're slashing at his legs, because step number one is trying to convince the guy who just took a gut shot that he needs to fucking move holy hell.

 > EMEREL

This time, you actually move. A second stab from that thing might legitimately kill you and you quite like being alive, unlike your sadsack of a brother. You spit a bit of blood at his face as you move your legs away from the tentacle before they end up shredded, quite content to see your blood dripping all the hell over him. Hot. The bitch can have something to remember you by for a while if he insists on not showering often anyway. Wait a second, how much juice does he have? You date two psionics, you know they get fried after a while. You grin rather darkly at that, realizing you know exactly what your plan is. "Hey, Hadean! Is that the best you've got?" You call out through your blood-choked breaths. "I'm still standing and I'm still winning that sweet prize!" It's a taunt, plain and simple. You put your foot in position, waiting for the second that he takes his arms down to kick sand from the arena at his face. "Why don't you get back up already and make my night a little more fun?"

 > HADEAN

Good news: He moved. Bad news: He fucking blood bukkake'd your face. Good god, he better not be diseased. If you catch something from his shitty jade blood you'll be pissed. You've got some distance, but he's still there, waiting. And taunting you. "I just had part of me inside you and then you blood bukkake all over my face and don't call that fun? God Emerel, at least buy a guy dinner first." You don't rise to his bait, not when you're already on the ground like this and he's looming so close. But your tentacle has him edgy and you can take the moment to draw some energy up your poor injured arms to shield them from the next hits, forming a shield as well to hold in front of you as you stand.

 > EMEREL

"Yeah, give me something I haven't tried before and we'll see about fun. Bitch, I'll make you dinner." You shoot back, weapon at the ready. You need to keep this plan going. But that means getting close again and not taking stupid shots that involve you getting stabbed. Your plan worked, but now you just look dumb. Oh well. You'll recover. You like yourself enough for everyone else anyway. As soon as he stands up, you're running forward fast to kick the sand up at him. It's not much, but it's some degree of a distraction. And sand blows, so you're not worried about his shield saving him from it. As you charge in, you keep a close eye on the tentacle. And that whole damn light show he's putting on right now. You can't afford to get hit by that thing again, or anything else he might have on him. You make like you're going to make a right step and slash at him, only to stop at the last second and slide left and swing your axe at his shoulder. It's time to see just how goo of a shield he can make.

 > HADEAN

"Oh, you blood bukkake everyone? You perv." Fucking sand. You were raised in it and this is how it repays you. Dirty trick though, you should have been hurling sand at him! If you weren't busy. Stabbing him. Yeahh..... Oops? At least it's a momentary distraction, because you have a axe coming at you. You get your shield up but not enough- thank god for the armor you constructed under your shirt that takes most of the blow. But you can still feel blood welling up, not enough to stop you from getting by unscathed. Shoulder wounds are so nasty- did he slice your tattoo? Fuck, you'll need to get it redone. The pains are adding up, but you press an attack with the tentacle at the same time you go for a shield bash, pulling your mangled shoulder away. It's pretty deep, but you've had worse. You switch hands that the shield is in and let the tentacle swing to your injured side to take over, hoping you've got enough time between attacks to form another one.

 > EMEREL

"What can I say? A man has needs. And mine include blood bukkake-ing everyone." Your chest is squishing with the blood and you deeply regret that gambit. It played out so much better in your head. That was a bad time to mess up that badly, but whatever. It is what it is, you guess. On the bright side, you think it's starting to heal itself already. Thank goodness for speedy healing. At the very least, you can make Hadean bleed to make yourself feel better. When you see blood bubbling up around where you hit him, you decide to go for a second opening while you have the chance before that tentacle gets you, jerking hard on his braid which is dangling in your arm's reach and aiming the blunt end of the staff at whatever unprotected point you can reach.

 > HADEAN

Boy, you're starting to hurt. Your arm is definitely protesting all this moving around you're making it do, and your body is already pulling energy away from your constructs to worry about the damage done. Stupid shitty psionics, not realizing you need to win the battle before you worry about repairs. Your hair is getting a lot of yanking today, you don't like it. You pull the shield in against his staff hit but the injuries make it flimsy- instead of absorbing the hit it shatters and you still get a nasty hit that will no doubt leave a mark. You don't like this, you're starting to get angry- your shield is gone so you just reach out to grab the arm wielding the halberd with one hand while you blindly let your tentacle form a projectile, flinging it at Emerel's face. Well, it's the right color for a brick at least?

 > EMEREL

His defenses are weakening. You can see it. He's moving more slowly and even his powers are having trouble keeping up. You're winning. You just need a few more good hits and you can finally knock his ass right out of the ring. You raise your knee, getting ready to kick him out of the circle the two of you are inching closer to, when you suddenly wraps his hand around your halberd arm. You twist your body and move your arm to break it out of his hand past the thumb. You're already pulling back to kick at his chest while you're at it. What you didn't expect, however, was the light coming at your face. You immediately duck, but it's too late; there's a searing pain in your face and the pain is shooting through your eye and all the way into your neck. You let out a shout and swing your halberd blindly at Hadean, your pan frantically trying to figure out what the hell even just happened. "What the fuck are you doing?!" You snap at him, finally going through with that kick to the chest you were trying for in the first place.

 > HADEAN

Haaaa, sweet sweet face contact. Followed by nearly getting gored by him flailing his halberd, but you dodge that by the skin of your teeth, riding high on his shout. Well, until he fucking kicks you. Oww. You nearly buckle, your poor torso is really not doing alright, but he sounds so pissed. "Just improving your face a little bit Em! Fans might find a facial scar charming! And you'll get to look in the mirror and remember this fight for the rest of your life." Was that too much? Fuck it, who cares? You got to hit him in the face.

"Uggh, you-" Oh, now you're mad. You're shaking mad. You've been hit in the face before during these fights, but it's specifically when Hadean does it that you're pissed off. This was supposed to be a no kill fight and that's the second blow that could have legitimately killed you, even if the first one was your own damn fault. undefinedImproving your face a little bit, Em. He says that that's it. That's just it. You grip your weapon so hard that the leather is digging into your palms. You hiss as him, loud and sharp and more animall than troll. Your fangs are bared and you're lunging at him, one hand aiming for his throat, the other raising your weapon (which, miraculously, is still set to the blunt end) to hopefully stick in his skull

 > HADEAN

Oh. Ohhh he didn't like that, did he? That's a nasty noise coming out of him, and a nasty look, and- fuck, he's gonna try to kill you. You knew that look just fine, makes your pumper skip a beat before the survival instinct kicks in. He's got a hand on your throat and it's enough, he's going to try and kill you? He's dead. If only you knew how dead he really was. It's just a light glow, outlining his hand around your throat as your psionics open up and swallow his lifeforce in. It's always such a heady feeling- you imagine this is what being high might be like, might be trying to capture this euphora. To be able to hold the stuff that lets a troll breathe, let them love and grow and be- and to take it away. To make it so you breathe. But the euphoria fades about the same time as your body jerks, eyes and horn jerking from rust to jade. Something's wrong. Why do you feel cold? What is this? What did he do? You can't identify the anti-life, the death trying to spread through you- not while your pan is screaming that you're dying. You crumple in to the sand and you can't move, your body is spasming but you aren't controlling it. It feels like there's acid in your veins, but instead of burning it's freezing. You might be making noises, you don't know. All you know is that it hurts. In other words, you're fucked.

 > EMEREL

You really don't know what you're doing. Somewhere in the back of your head, Pheres' worries about your temper flash and you get a cold feeling as you realize just how well he actually had you pegged there. You're about to let go of Hadean's throat and punch him or something instead when he starts fucking glowing. Oh no. Shit. Instead of the sharp, piercing pain that you were expecting, however, you get a hollow, light feeling. Your head feels light and fuzzy and all at once every muscle in your body feels like it's made of lead. You shake and tremble, clutching vaguely at your chest as you literally lose your ability to breathe. Hadean is seizing up like he's having an attack and all you can think is that something has gone very, very wrong. He's screaming. Are you screaming? You think you're screaming. You collapse to the side of him, shaking hard and gasping for air before you finally feel too heavy to struggle anymore. You feel warm blood on your face and then nothing else as your eyes close and the sweet embrace of...something...takes you over.

 > GLIESE

You were running toward Hadean even before he fell. Before _both_ of them fell. These _stupid fucking morons._ You hate both of them! You’re going to skin them and use their hides for _leather!_ You don’t know what just happened, but it doesn’t take a genius to realize it’s bad. Hadean’s rust. He’s in more danger. You feel a stab of guilt - but Emerel has Pheres, he has caste on his side, and something really bad just happened to your lowblood friend. You pick him up, struggling under his lanky form, but you put him over your shoulder regardless with blueblood strength and start marching off, looking for a mediculler, looking for somewhere you can keep him so that nobody tries to _cull his stupid ass._ He deserves it. Fucking idiot. But you drag him to the mediculler’s hut anyway, and the yellowblood doctor there immediately starts working on him. You get up, worrying, worrying, guarding the door in case anyone gets a bright idea. You’d attack almost anyone right now if they tried anything - Hadean’s _yours._ He’s stupid, he’s reckless, but he’s _your_ friend and damned if you’re going to let him die from some stupid fucking fight.

 > PRISMA

The fight seems to be turned on its head within seconds, and with that you're standing up and looking over the ring with confusion. What the hell was going on? You'd known this was foolish, and turning quickly into a furious blood bath, but at the sight of Hadean seizing you feel like you should act -- before that, though, a blue blood is darting out towards them You reach out briefly, brows furrowed, and then you're physically hit by something. It causes you to suck in sharply, covering your mouth and causing your heart to contract in -- fear? You aren't sure. It's not something you're familiar with. It blooms quickly from your chest, turning into a horrific split of lightning through your head that blurs your vision and sends shocks through your map of the area. Everything is alive, and then suddenly it isn't, and when you are able to fight through the feeling, you push through to follow after the blue blood snatching Hadean. Was it Hadean? Where did the other... Emerel...? Why couldn't you feel what they were... It didn't matter. Someone should have broken them up -- you, actually, should have broken them up. Inhibitor be damned. It's strange feeling... anger? Why were you able to feel this suddenly? You arrive at the hut, clutching at your eye as if that would stop the pain behind it. There wasn't really anything you could do but wait. You aren't foolish enough to try to get in the middle of this -- and you aren't foolish enough to see what touching Hadean would do to you -- or him.

 > BUDINO

You watch the fight in pure shock and horror, your mouth hanging slightly open as you watch Em let out that unnatural hiss. You feel the chill race down your spine when you realize that the fang bearing and screaming that he's doing, that leap, that choke attempt...they're all things that you've done before, when you were a different person. Is this really some type of genetic lineage bullshit? Regardless, you're on your feet and racing at top speed to Emerel when you see him convulse and fall to the ground. What did Hadean do to him? Whatever it was, it clearly hurt him too. Whatever. That's not what you're worried about. You kneel next to your 'brother,' trying hard and failing to shake him away. "Emerel, get up. Come on." When that fails, you at least pull your apron out of your inventory to wrap around his chest. You could at least try to help with the bleeding.

 > HADEAN

You're in too much pain to really register that you're moving- but you do notice that you're being carried by someone just spilling over with energy. You can judge it as blue- gliese, some frazzled corner of your thinkpan provides. But you're on cloth, you can feel the energy but it's trapped away from you. You're put down, the energy retreating to be replaced by a candlestick, burning down to nothingness much quicker. Again, a barrier. You want to scream as you realize they're trying to heal you. You didn't have energy, they were going to be working on a corpse soon! But then, there's a hand against your shoulder, wonderful skin. You can't help it, you need it- you slip some of her life away before your thinkpan provides gliese again and you force yourself away. It's enough, you think. The pain is ebbing back, you don't feel like you're being frozen alive. Your psi sputters back to rust as you raise a hand to feebly wave at the mediculler. "Getchur pawsof me." Well, you tried.

 > GLIESE

You snort at him. Dumbass. But your ears raise and your eyes tinge orange as someone else arrives at the entrance and you lift your hand off your friend’s shoulder, ready to defend yourself and him, but it’s just Prisma. “You said you were his friend, so I’m gonna give you the benefit of the doubt and not stick you with my scythe.” You say curtly. “Don’t make me change my mind.” You watch him carefully as the medic does their work, ears slightly lower but still wary to any sound, any rustle of movement. Before your fleet training you might have been tempted to take an occasional anxious glance at Hadean, but if the military’s good at anything it’s taught you discipline. You’re focused like a good soldier.

 > PRISMA

You manage a heavy sigh, unconvering your eye briefly as you lean against one of the poles before you glower somewhat at Gliese. You're too frazzled by Hadean's twisting emotions to do much more in retaliation, though. In your state, it wasn't like you could take her. He wasn't dying, was he? You just met him... It's an empty feeling, though, replaced by a torrent of frustration, terror, breathlessness, help? Lock, trap, blue, trap, trapt, trapped, blue -- You inhale sharply and shut your eyes tightly. And suddenly it's gone. You hold your abdomen and look worryingly over to the rust on the table. You just met him... You can't even be frustrated. You just stare for a few moments until he moves, lacking the ability to feel proper joy or relief so much as the hollowness leaving you briefly. "Hadean?"

 > SIPARA

Red-faced, annoyed, you'd helped Pheres move Emerel from the sandy field to the stands as Gliese - _Gliese_, of all fucking people - hauls Hadean off. "He'll be _fine,_ he's _jade_," you tell him and the jade alike, your flaps all the way back. "Pheres, Maidel - you can spark 'em to the cart, but for fuck's sake, don't _lift him_. Wrap the torso, stick one of those bloodsacks on him, don't _jar the wound_ --" It takes longer than you'd like to actually wrest yourself free! It's a guilt thing, mostly. Pheres is furious and shaking and dry-eyed in that way that means he's contemplating murdering something, and you ought to pap him down - but he _dumped you_, and you're more concerned about Hadean's life right now than Pheres's emotional _fit._ At least Prisma's there to keep Gliese from doing anything stupid. "Pri!" you yelp as soon as you're at the hut of the mediculler, shoving your way through the door. "Is Hads okay? Like, what the fuck happened out there?"

 > HADEAN

God, this is so not your night. Everyone's showing up now, are they there to gawk? They're going to have questions that you... Really don't want to answer. But hard to avoid it now, isn't it? Hard to focus on them when you hurt so much. Especially your damn shoulder. And your arm. Breaks suck. Stupid shambling corpse jade bastards suck. As nice as it would be to just sleep, you don't know if you can. You still need an actual meal sometime soon- Gliese was enough to balance out the spiral that that undead energy had sent you down, but you still feel like you're running on fumes. The glow of your horn is probably a sad sight, sputtering flames as you try swatting at the mediculler again. "Need to go." You try to rise, and it doesn't- go well. Your body sends up a chorus of pain that lays you flat for a moment, choking on a curse. Getting the shit beaten out of you is never nice, being so fucking drained is just the cherry on top. But you're stubborn and you try again, baring your teeth at the mediculler. Hey, at the very least you might diffuse any hot tempers from flaring up in the tent.

 > PRISMA

You look immediately to Sipara when her burning presence bursts through the tent. Shaking your head, you can't even process what to tell her. "Hadean had some sort of reaction. I don't know, but I felt it. It may have been psionic, there is no telling," you attempt, at least, to offer something up. "But he was very hurt. And very scared. I didn't feel anything from Emerel, though. Nothing at all." It's stated like a report, as if you're coolly relaying a dispatch to an officer. As the laid out red blood begins to fight against the doctor, you take a step closer with a wary eye on Gliese. Clearly he didn't have enough energy for something - it didn't take a genius to figure that out if his horn was sustained psionically. It certainly couldn't be physical. "Go where, Hadean?"

 >SIPARA

ou like Pri, you decide. Unlike everyone else, he just rattles off information without even needing you to threaten him with it. It's for the best, because as soon as Hadean tries to sit up and chokes, you kind of want to kill something. "Thanks, dude. And what the actual fuck," you complain instead, stalking closer. Gliese might shank you for getting this close, but whatever, you don't care. "You can't even get up, dude. Where the hell would you be going? Is he feverish?" Being rude to the mediculler never helps. That doesn't stop you from trying to lay a hand on his skin, though, just to check.

 > HADEAN

Right, Prisma was an empath or whatever. He's feeling your shit. You might have felt bad for that- you probably will, later- but right now you're just focused on getting your sorry ass up. Easier said than done when you're getting a bunch of well-intentioned jerks butting in. You'd feel touched, but. They're interfering in stuff they didn't know about and didn't have to understand. "I just need to go." Man, even talking hurts. You just had to find someone, get them alone. You wouldn't be picky right now, even a maroon would do. Speaking of maroons, Sipara is coming closer. She touches you and there's the urge to drain, but no. She's a friend. ...But the parasites are another story. They're a shitty meal, really. Like trying to gorge yourself on fortune cookies. But it's the best you have at the moment without losing a friend, isn't it? You can't stop yourself from making a low sound as you take the energy, a mouthful of water when you're blistering in the fucking desert. Hopefully Sip can get the bastard off before it goes for her blood.

 > PRISMA

"Of course," you reply, just before Sipara launches into her spiel. Lord... "That doesn't make sense, Hadean. Your body can't sustain movement right now..." you say quietly, remaining at a distance with the other three tending to him. "You have to stay. If you go the injuries could tear again..." You're at a loss for words and action, instead looking with worry between Sipara and Hadean. You can't feel anything else from him, so he must be fine...? No, that's not right either. And what was with the noise... "What is it you need to leave for, so badly?"

 >SIPARA

You're not expecting him to touch your arm. You're definitely not expecting the flash of colours that means your prosthetics levels are plummeting - - but this time, at least, you've got the sense to snap off a _disconnect_ before the fangs dig into retaliation. The worm goes limp as the fangs pull out, sliding down your arm in the process, and you hasten it by half-yanking the rest off. It's already stiffening into a defensive curl when you drop it on his lap. "Don't be so fucking petty," you snap. "If you don't wanna be touched, you can just _say! _

 > HADEAN

Oh my god, you're dying and she's whining like you're killing her worms to spite her. You groan and try to force yourself up, slightly more successful this time- you sit up, even if you wobble. Your head is spinning, but you swallow against the dizziness. There's a worm in your lap and you grab it to see if there's anything left in it for you before you weakly shove it off. "Need energy." You squint at the floor, trying to judge if you can stand. How are you expecting to get past all four of them? You weren't planning, you just know you need to. Damn them for caring.

 > PRISMA

You flinch somewhat at the sharp reprimand, curling your hands at your side. What did he do to her... arm? You don't understand in the slightest, watching in some horror as she pries this grotesque something off of her arm. In another life, you might be somewhat nauseated. This time, you move to try to help Hadean steady themselves, "You should stand against someone, or the table. You could black out," You said hurriedly, "What sort of energy?" You look to Sipara, as if she might be able to produce an answer for all of you. Psionic energy? But... that was an extension of will. He said his was... no, he denied it was metabolic. So what was it? The puzzle is irritating.

 >SIPARA

His horn is a little brighter, is the first thing you notice. That's a relief; the way he isn't even bothering to bite back at your snap deflated you, quick as anything. Maybe he's feeling better? No. He's swaying just from sitting up. And Prisma's looking at you. And there's a dead worm on the ground, same as your last one. (When did he zap that one? When you said you wanted to fight him...?) "Tyrian tits, dude." You hate taking the prosthetic off of your bad arm, not least of all because it hooks in tighter: there's those pinprick flashes of pain as it disconnects from your nerves, but at least it's made to come off easier. And if you roll your shoulder after it's free, it looks like it's just asleep, not dead. At least, it better. You toss the freed prosthetic one handed at Prisma, trying not to frown too hard. You're settling a theory, that's all. "They've got psi, " you deadpan. "Let's see if he wants to cull that one, too.

 > GLIESE

You decide to sit down and curl up into a ball as Prisma and Sipara talk. A sudden apathy washes over you. You’ve done everything you can. You can only wait. Though you do frown as Hadean…what did he do? Sipara’s bug is just…dead. At least the mediculler doesn’t seem at all perturbed by Hadean’s insistence and keeps working, sanitizing, bandaging, and packing, cleaning him up. “He’s not feverish.” says the yellowblood quietly. “No warmer than a maroon should be.” “If you need psi - “ You finally say, hoarse. “ - take mine. My bloodline’s stupid strong, it won’t do anything.” Even if it did, you wouldn’t care. Hadean’s life is worth more than some lousy mind control.

 > HADEAN

Well, Prisma makes a good brace to just sort of lean yourself against. You tell yourself you'll just give yourself a minute. Then you'll stand. That sounds good. "I'll black you out, hush." Yeah. Keep acting tough, even when you're feeling weak as a half-squashed grub. You frown at Sipara when you notice she's doing something, then her arm is off. Huh. Neat. She tosses it to Prisma worm and all, and you might grab at it a little eagerly. Fuck the eyes watching you, you'd deal with it somehow... Later. For now you just focus on that little burst of energy you get from the worm, leaving it to have its death throes in Prisma's arms as you close your eyes. At least it's enough to give your horn a faint little constant glow, you're not just coughing up sparks for the moment. But you know it'll come, you have a lot of damage to repair. And oh, they're talking. "I don't eat psi." God, look at her just offering up her powers to you. That's the only thing that gets her that fancy desk job later in life, isn't it? Jeez... "Uh. Thanks for the offer." Hey, you can try to be polite. Even when you're three-quarters dead.

 > PRISMA

"I will see it coming. I do not recommend that, friend." You resituate how to support Hadean when Sipara tosses the... creature... to you. The last thing you wanted was to hold this in your bare hand, but you don't actually have any complaints-- at least until Hadean's touch causes it to seize and crumple. You drop it to the floor, staring down at it numbly before your attention is pulled towards Gliese's offer. If it's not psi... but it can be sustained by food... You purse your lips, eyeing Hadean beside you in silence and waiting for Sipara's authority. Until then, though, you are determined to either keep a grip on Hadean or keep them in arms length.

 >SIPARA He doesn't eat psi, but he's murdering all of your worms. And he fucked up Emerel fairly bad. And, yeah, now there's a glow worth noting in his horns again, and... You blow out your cheeks, trying not to look as alarmed as you're starting to feel. It's Hadean, he's _fine_, and besides, you're totally going down murder hive lane for no good goddamn reason. You've never heard of psionics working like that. They expel, they don't _siphon._ "Sit the fuck down, Hads," you say, curt. This is his deal. You don't need to shout it to everyone in the room, especially when one's blue. "You don't need to _hold_ him, Pri chill already. You need energy, Hads, we'll get you some." "How raw do you want it? "There. You're the queen of subtlety.

 > GLIESE

If he doesn’t eat psi, what the fuck is his deal? Oh. Energy. Weird. But whatever. And now Sipara’s offering, and you roll your eyes a little but don’t comment. At least she’s helping. …wait. Was that why - did he try to pull that on Emerel, and - ? Your eyes narrow, but now’s not the time. Though if he did, why did it fail on the jade? Emerel’s as energetic as anyone. You feel a stab of guilt for abandoning him, but he has Pheres and that greenblood to fuss over him, plus caste on his side. He’ll be okay. You’ll visit him later. “Yeah, Hadean. Name it. We’ll get it.” You say, wry.

 > HADEAN

Sip's smart, you have to give her that. But then of course she is, growing her worms and doing all that lab shit. You've given her enough information now for her to make a calculated guess. You're not sure what you expected of her when she started putting the dots together, but... This wasn't it. You just stare at her, wondering if this is a trick. Or if you're more fucked than you thought you were. Do trolls hallucinate when they die? Maybe. You settle on the bench, licking your lips as you try to figure out what the fuck you do. But there's not much choice now, is there? They all know enough. "Fuck. Fucking. Raw as it gets. Colder the better." You turn your head to stare down the mediculler, because they're an unknown in all of this. Would they blab? Maybe it was best to take care of them.

 > ULLANe

Your only response to the redblood glaring at you - Hadean, you’ve gathered, from everyone saying his name so much - is to raise one eyebrow. “Your powers are none of my business.” You say, shrugging. “Culling me is ill-advised. I can leave you all deathly ill with my psi before you do, so why bother.” The blueblood makes a frustrated noise. Too bad. “I’d like to test that - “ she says, going for her scythe, but before she can she chokes, her own esophageal cells multiplying and blocking her air intake before you cut them off again. “Don’t.” You say. “I shan’t tell. As far as I’m concerned - “ You say, looking around. “ - this was a normal treatment, and nothing unusual happened. I left you to go check on the jade.” Saying so, you pack up your gear and leave to do just that. Whatever they get up to now is none of your business.

 >SIPARA

The mediculler flounces with a flick of her fingers that sets Gliese to choking. It is manners alone that keeps you from grinning until you're out of the tent, and then you're fairly cackling as you walk away. You hate walking without your prosthetic. Your bad arm jangles next to you like a weight you can't feel, startling you every time it brushes your thigh, but luckily Pheres's cart isn't that far. The stall is still attached to the front, even, for all that the doors have all been shut and the curtains on the van proper drawn shut. And there's Lal, right where you left him. Well. Not quite. "What, he wouldn't let you in?" you ask, sympathetic. "Soz. Hey, wanna help me steal a goat?"

 > LALEDY

In your defense, you did try to get into the cart - but no amount of pizza peace offerings are going to calm Pheres down from the mood he's in. Understandably: you're pretty sure his matesprit is dead. That doesn't stop you from being anxiously restless as you strain to hear inside the cart and wait for someone to show up before a fairgoer decides your loitering is getting suspicious. Thankfully, Sipara comes loping over to your rescue. No worse for wear despite what you're sure was a tense situation, though with a little less volume on one side. "Depends," you declare, shoving yourself off the side of the cart, "That, uh, Pheres, on accounta the attitude and, y'know-" You gesture at your own horns- "Or the one that up and ate your frond?"

 > SIPARA

"Neither! We are stealing, like, a totally unrelated hoofbeast that's innocent of all crimes. Shit's gonna be wicked." He doesn't look chill. He looks, actually, pretty much the _opposite_, and you catch yourself looking at the van like you can peer inside. "So. Uh." God, you shouldn't ask. "Is he, y'know -" _Croaked it_ isn't a good term, not when Pheres might hear it. "How's he doing?" you say instead, twisting your mouth to the side.

 > LALEDY

"Well," you concede, hoping Sipara doesn't ask. "So long's I ain't gonna get short, mad, and fluffy on my tail. Cos, uh-" She asks. Damn it. So much for getting away from the death and angst card immediately. You lean back against it, shoving your hands into your hoodie pockets. "- I ain't a medical professional," you say carefully, awkward and a good bit quieter. "But, uh - green dude ain't, like. Aspiratin' or nothin'."

 >SIPARA

Laledy looks like it's _his_ clademate that just croaked it. You should feel worse, you think. But it's not you know Emerel! And it's not like Pheres's even known him for _long_. Still, he's still going to be frothing, so you puff out your cheeks, and with great reluctance, rap hard on the door. You barley get to a second knock before a window cracks open, and Pheres's voice drifts out. "He's fine," Pheres snaps. His voice's gone all _throaty_, in a way that makes your ears pin back at the sound of it. "And you're not allowed in, so just - _fuck off._" A moment later, the window snaps shut. "Well," you say, turning around. Your cheeks are warm. _Goddamnit._ ".. uh. Shit. Um. Thanks.. for staying? Y'know. During that."

 > LALEDY

Pheres sounds like he's either been crying or is about to, and that's just about more emotional vulnerability than you can tolerate from a guy that you're barely friends with. Sipara doesn't sound much less comfortable when she turns her back, and you're relieved at the chance to jog a few steps to catch up with her. You duck around until you're on the side of her good arm, pressing your fingers to her elbow so she can lead you to wherever you're going to... catch a goat, apparently. You shrug awkwardly. "Ain't no big. Gotta make sure a guy ain't gonna go nothin' - y'know, right?" Well, that's certainly a sentence that made sense. "He'll be fine. Pher, I mean. Ain't so sure 'bout his boo, but..." There's not really a 'but' that follows, and you're not entirely sure how to even have this conversation. The one boon to being stuck outside listening to make sure Pheres didn't, like, hurt himself or snuff Emerel was that you didn't have to talk to anybody about the potentially dead guy in the van. "Why're we gettin' a bleatbeast?" you blurt.

 > PHERES

You have no idea what to do. It's a good thing that Budino's being quiet in the corner, because right now, you'd cull him if he said a word. It didn't work. He looks like he's sleeping, with scarcely a dent in his face to show it was ever injured, and he's not sleeping: he's _dead_. The saw is still lying where you left it. If you have to, you'll cut off his head. But.. maybe you'll just wait, first. It can't hurt to wait. "Maidel," you say, and you hate the way your voice rasps. "You should go. _Please._ Thank you, but.. Go."

 > MAIDEL

You completely understand. You fixed Emerel - mostly - but it doesn’t seem to have done any good. You don’t understand. His body responded to your healing, but…he’s still… You don’t even want to think about it. You hang your head and don’t say a word, going out at Pheres’s orders, floppy ears sadly drooping even more than usual. But then those ears flip up slightly as you see Sipara and Laledy walking off, and tilt your head as the jade asks why they’re getting a goat. “Why ARE you getting a bleat beast?” You ask curiously. Maybe it’s none of your business, but you need something to do, and - wait, where did Sipara’s prosthetics go? You’ve _never_ seen her without them before. You hurry over to them, concerned. “What’s going on?”

 >SIPARA

Maidel looks like someone shot Kabiir in front of him, and then started eating. It is entirely too fucking depressing. "We're getting a bleatbeast to impress he-who-must-not-be-named," you murmur, quiet enough that Pheres won't hear. "C'mon, Maidie-baby, you're getting conscripted to help us out, on accounta the fact, like, I'm _totes_ down an arm." "And how else are we gonna carry it, if you don't come with?"

 > LALEDY

You suck in a breath through your teeth and realize - well, shit, you've now got one friend that's culled another friend's quadrant. At least Sipara doesn't seem to have forsaken Hadean - or you think so, anyways. Maidel catches up the few steps to the two of you, and you wave an awkward hello, briefly considering letting go of Sipara's arm before you decide you don't currently give a fuck. "Where we gettin' it?" you ask, "Cos, lemme tellya, it ain't been smellin' near's bad as I'd've figured for a place what's up and got bleatbeasts to spare. And, like, why's Hads want a goat?" You suppose it's better than him not needing a goat, on account of being dead.

 > MAIDEL

You blink as Sipara tells you why, and you don’t really understand, but she is your boss, so you shrug and go along with it. Pheres would probably want you to keep an eye on the pair of them anyway, just to be safe. Besides, you kind of like the nickname. “I can take care of it.” You say, confident. You don’t even have to carry it - you can just stick it in a safe plane and retrieve it. That way you don’t have to worry about it getting loose. “Um, one second - “ You take your fair map out of your sylladex, looking it over, and then showing it to Sipara, waving a freckled finger over an area labelled ‘authentic historical food, slaughtered fresh!’. “They’ll probably have one, or something like it.” You walk with them, and even though you’re further away now, you still lower your voice to ask. “Is Hadean okay?”

 >SIPARA You give Laledy a long look. "Do you _really_ want to know why he wants a goat? Like, really? Really?" "And - yeah, we'll get it from there. Sounds good." Lal's clinging to your arm, and it's.. actually, weirdly sort of endearing. You need people on your arm more: if it weren't currently being dead-weight, you'd probably loop your others through Maidel's. "Hadean's.. aright. Why wouldn't he be?" "He's not the dumbass that walked into a fucking _knife._"

 > LALEDY

You stare at Sipara. "Pal, the way you're goin', there's like a 50% chance you're about to tell me he wants to pail it, and a 50% chance you're gonna say we're summonin' the Demoness, and, gotta say, there's zactly one a'those options I ain't down for." Then she calls Emerel a dumbass for walking into a knife, and you bark an incredulous laugh. "Wait, for cereals? Even I ain't that shit at fightin'! Uh, crap-" You just insulted a dead guy and somebody needs to tape your mouth shut- "Then what'sa matter with 'im? I wan't half-sure he wasn't, like, also dead."

 > MAIDEL

Your face knits in worry as Sipara questions Laledy, but you nod as she agrees. Then you’re puzzled again, but from her tone, you figure it’s better not to ask, and you wince at her last comment before trying to withhold slightly horrified laughter at the jadeblood’s remarks. “I don’t think Hadean has the energy for the first one.” You say, bemusedly. “And I think we’d have to offer the Demoness better than just a goat, probably.” You give the jade an alarmed look, but he seems to have realized his mistake - besides, you have no idea how well he knows Emerel. Maybe he hasn’t even met him properly. “He’s probably just recovering, I imagine.” You say, partially to help Sipara out. “Those wounds looked nasty.”

 > SIPARA

"Look, what I'm _saying_, Lal, is that we're gonna walk in, drop off a goat, and close our eyes to whatever fucked up shit goes down before we manage to get the fuck out. Why do you have to go 'n make it weird?" A beat. "'sides, why can't he do both? Hadean's, like, _talented_, dude." .. are you supposed to fight Laledy over him insulting Pheres's quad? He's dead. He can't exactly _object_, and Pheres isn't exactly here to _hear_, so... nah. "He's fine! He's just gotta sit, take a breath and then walk it the fuck off." You shrug. "You saw the braid thing, dude, 's just woozy," you drawl, light, and then you nudge Maidel with your shoulder. Thank god she's so tall. "Hey, babe, you leadin' the way? 'cause beeteedubs, I have _no_ fucking idea where this is."

 "Uh, right." The braid thing, whatever that was. "Ain't impugnin' Hads's many talents, pal, just wonderin' what choice I made in life that's let to this demonic cult I just joined, and also how you know the Demoness goes in for that kinda ish. Like, pal, if we're gettin' her a bleatbeast, seems kinda shit to get her a used bleatbeast!" You thought that maybe if you talked enough, it would somehow eliminate the awkward, but you forgot that you opening your mouth absolutely never entails a lowering in awkwardness. At least Sipara is half as lost as you are. You snort at her - the blind leading the blind.

 > MAIDEL

You make a lot of faces as the two of them talk. You’ve lost count of how many different emotions you’ve been running through. “Oh! Yes, I’m taking us there. It should only be a few more minutes.” You reassure her. You keep switching between the map and the landmarks, anxious to keep the three of you on the right track, and you’re pretty sure it’ll be coming up soon. You laugh a little at Laledy’s comments. “I’m about…ninety percent sure, there will be no heraldic figure of doom summoning.” You say. “Oh! Yup, there it is, uh…hm.” You come up on the place, and you can tell by the smell and sound of it. There’s a very menacing looking yellowblood with a butcher knife, slicing a bloody haunch of meat at a stand, but peering around that you can see stalls from where bleating and mooing is coming. “Hm.” You say again, more quietly, thinking. “I think one of you might want to distract the stall keeper, while I get close enough to grab the bleatbeast…that part’s easy, I just need to make sure I won’t be getting a blade in the neck.”

 >SIPARA

"Dude, the fuck is your thing with demon summoning? You got _practice?_" You jeer at him: "-'cause if you do, don't tell Queenie. Pretty sure she's the only spoopy thing allowed in the shop." You lace your fingers through Laledy's, then use that to tug him forward. "We'll distract him," you declare. "C'mon! It'll be just like the musical dude, In Which Seven Young Signmates are In Need of Kismesises (And One Case of Auspisticism). You've seen that, right? Or - shit." You pause, peering at Maidel, your ears pricking forward. "Can you even carry a goat by yourself?"

 > LALEDY

"Duh," you tell Sipara, sticking out your tongue, "Ain't you heard? It's, like, emogoth chic, I gotta be true to my identity-!" You were going to keep going, but then Sipara actually grabs your hand, winding her fingers through yours like you're in a romcom, and now you're walking together instead of behind her, hands swinging between the two of you. Well, that's one way to shut you up. You're pretty sure you've gone green up to your ears. The last time you'd held someone's hand, Cateex looked at you like you'd rotated your head 360 degrees. "Well," you manage, though not without missing a beat or three, "If there's precedent - and, shit, pal, who's up and questionin' peeps' talents now? Maybe she can, like, carry two bleatbeasts, even! One for Hads, one for the Demoness."

 > MAIDEL

You laugh, letting a few lime green sparks off from your eyes - not too noticeable unless you’re looking closely, but apparent to anyone within a few feet. “I don’t have to.” You say, smiling. “But I _am_ going to vanish with it, so we’ll have to meet up somewhere else. Pheres’s cart?” Aww, Laledy’s blushing. It’s kind of adorable. Are he and Sipara quadrants? Well, none of your business, you suppose. Maybe your bosses just like jades. “I could grab two, but I think one is enough to worry about.” You say dryly. “Unless you really want one as well, Laledy.”

 >SIPARA

"'sactly! And -" Wait, Lal's blushing. Why? .. over-exertion, probs. For fuck's sake, why'rne you always surrounded by a bunch of waifs? But you slow down, obliging up until Maidel chirps off that line. "Holy shit, _no_, not Pher's. You -" You pause, completely serious: "- you, Maidie, keep the fuck away from the cart for awhile, 'kay? 'til he says he wants you there. Like, either of us pops back up, he's gonna eat our fucking faces. Let him cool off." "Take it to the mediculler tents! Hads in the fifth one down."

 > LALEDY

"So he is effed up!" you accuse, "What's he gone to the mediculler's for? And what's the bleatbeast for?" To be clear: You are totally down for stealing a goat. You're just incredibly fucking confused, have no idea what went down the entire fight and how and why everyone is so injured, and this is, like, the one thing you can probably get a decent answer for so by the Mother Grub, you're going to get it. "And shit, pal," you tack on, midlly disbelieving, "The more the merrier! Just pop on over with one on each shoulder like it's nbd, yeah?"

 > MAIDEL

You wince, but of course Sipara’s right. Even if you didn’t go in and just stopped by before taking the goat away with you, Pheres might be mad, and you don’t want to deal with that. “Right.” You say, nodding. “I’ll see you there then.” You snort. “Not really…but it’d take me too long to explain. The point is, I can do it and leave no trace. It’s a psi thing. Anyway. I’ll wait until they’re focused on the pair of you, and then I’ll dart in and get one. It shouldn’t take me more than a few minutes.”

> BUDINO

You've been quietly sitting in your corner of Pheres' cart, not particularly wanting to say anything even if it didn't look like Pheres might eat you if you so much as breathed too loudly. You keep your knees drawn to your chest as you stare down at the floor. This is way too familiar to you and you hate it. This is why you try not to like people. It always ends up like this and you're starting to think your existence is just fatal luck to everyone else. You stand up, slowly padding over to Emerel's body when Pheres isn't looking, staring down at his face. This is distressing, how much he looks like you. Is this what you'll look like whenever something finally finishes you off? Somehow, the thought is...it usually comforts you, but now it just fills you with bubbling terror when you're actually looking your double in the cold, dead face. You keep expecting him to wake up and yell at you to get a new sign, but he won't. You know he won't. You sigh loudly, your shoulders slumping as you rest your arms on the table next to him, letting your forehead fall on them. Fuck. Everything.

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