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Artistic Instinct: Chapter 3

Header thanks to the lovely @yespolkadotkitty

Summary: Marcus Pike and OC Anushka Pierce have been selected to work on a 5 eyes (Australia, Canada, NZ, the UK and US) intelligence team to track down art forgeries as a part of taking down an international white terrorism cell. Marcus is trying to escape his broken heart, Anushka is just trying to escape what the world expects of her.

Word count: 3,200

Warnings: Language.

Pairing: Marcus Pike x reader (OC)

This comes with a MASSIVE THANK YOU to the lovely @yespolkadotkitty , who read, re-read, pointed out the constant flipping between tenses and gave me the confidence to try to write something!This is the first thing I have written since angsty poetry as a teenager. Apologies if it is shit! If an artist falls in love with you, you will live forever.

Genereux Philip

Chapter 3

Two years earlier

After a year’s secondment to Interpol at Stephen’s request, you and Jasper Kelly had settled into life in Lyon. Whereas in London, you’d had to hide your relationship, here you were freer to live together and not need to keep up appearances. You had just taken the ancient funicular railway up the steeply sloping hill with Jasper, having enjoyed a glass or two of kir royale from one of the many cafés of Vieux Lyon, the warmth from the alcohol heating your belly and the bite of the blackcurrant still sweet on your lips. Your fingers interlaced with his, without having to care that you might be seen as he stroked lazy circles on the back of your hand absentmindedly as the car was hauled up the hill by the thick wires.

Looking out across the city, resting on the white balustrades in the shadows of Fourvière, the view took your breath away. It didn’t matter how many times you saw it, it consistently changed depending on the light, the weather and your mood. Those typically French rooftops softly peaking, reaching for miles around you as the Rhône and Saône snaked lazily around the centre, cradling the rabbit warren of a city in its arms. The warmth from Jasper’s arm had disappeared from your waist, with you barely registering its absence. When you finally clocked that his hand had abandoned your side, you turned to find him holding a small box in his hand.

“Please don’t do this, Jas. You know we can’t,” you pleaded quietly, a cold wave of anxiety rushing through your body.

“Nush, will you marry me?” Jasper Kelly’s eyes locked onto yours, a man determined to make you his. He’d had enough of your belief that you couldn’t make your relationship official. That Mi5 would have your guts for garters and you’d never be allowed to work together again. Now, he wanted to make it truly official. By the laws of the land official and you were still pushing him away.

“I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life stroking your hair on the sofa, curling around you in bed and kissing your forehead whilst you’re reading.”

“You can do all of that now. You do that all now. You don’t need to marry me to continue to do that. Please, Jas. We’ve been through this. I don’t know how many more times I need to explain this to you or if there even is another way of explaining it.” you fretted anxiously as a lump gathered in your throat.

Your heart then shattered when you saw Jasper’s head drop with grief. You didn’t want to hurt him. The thought of doing it was completely abhorrent but how could you explain this to anyone? How could you be someone’s fiancé when the two of you could only exist in fleeting moments whenever and wherever you couldn’t be seen? You’d been partnered with Jasper from your first day in Stephens’ office as a rookie when your heart was slightly less guarded than now and whilst you’d worked together for close to fifteen years, you’d spent just over a decade hiding any sign that there was anything more than a professional partnership. You’d never met each other’s families as anything other than colleagues for fear of admonishment and relocations or worse through work. It was all an imperfect game of hide and seek.

Hephzi, the woman with whom you trusted your deepest darkest secrets, had no idea that you’d had anything more than a professional relationship. Your mum had positively gushed over him and even said in front of Jasper, what a good husband he’d make, looking pointedly at you. Stephens had muttered something to Jasper once that he wondered whether the pair of you were anything more- Jasper convinced you that he’d made it sound light and easy. Nothing that would ever infringe on your ability to work together.

However, Andy had spotted how steady everything was in Sainsburys when the three of you were picking up beers together after a late night working session. Jasper had unthinkingly swept the mass of hair off your back and kissed you tenderly on the point where your neck and shoulder met as you were waiting to pay and the way you’d leant back into his touch, a calmness and love radiating through your face told him everything. He was the only one who had any visual evidence that this wasn’t just someone to crawl into bed and take your frustrations out by grinding together until the world ceased to exist as anything other than short term sensations. No, this was tender. This was long term. These were two people who just worked in every sense of the word. You hadn’t even realised that Andy had any sort of idea until after Jasper had died- that he’d kept the knowledge of that moment to himself, never mentioning a word.

“I can’t keep living my life like this, Nush. I want to be able to live normally. Not constantly in the shadows as you think we have to be.” Jasper pleaded, “I want you to meet my mum as my girlfriend, my fiancée, my wife. Not as my bloody work colleague. Life doesn’t begin and end at work.”

“I don’t expect you to have kids. I don’t expect you to ever step down from the work that I know you live for. I just want us to be a team in every aspect, everywhere. Not covertly. Constantly hiding in the darkness to be able to sneak a moment here and there,”Jasper pleaded with you, trying to catch your eye.

You closed your eyes tightly, wishing that you could be million miles away from there, “If that is what you want, I can’t give you that, Jas.” You struggled to hold back the tears as you mumbled, “You deserve for all of your dreams to come true and to have the life that you imagine but the one you’ve described isn’t a future I can be a part of.”

“For one thing, I... I know kids are a big thing for you and I can’t make you give up on that dream to be a dad.You know that work will always be my baby and a huge part of our work is being untraceable- we make this official, have a family and we instantly put each other and any maybe babies at risk of being hurt by unscrupulous characters.”

You’d stood there, shoulder to shoulder with Jasper in silence. The city was no longer in focus as your eyes spilled hot, salty tears. Everything hurt. Everything ached.

“What are we going to do, Jas?” You turned to face him with your tear streaked face and trembling chin, “Where do we go from here?

“I’m not sure,” Jasper whispered, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands, “I just want to hold you and never let go and pretend that you said yes, or pretend that this never happened so that we can go on going through the motions that this is what we both want.”

Jasper used his thumb to wipe the tears away from your cheeks, staring deeply into your eyes.

“You are right though,” he added, his jaw tensed. “I want all of you to myself, Nush. The thought of returning to London and having to hide again makes me feel sick to my stomach. I’m too old and exhausted to keep playing these games. We need to make a decision before we head back to the UK.”

You stumbled past him, the uneven ground carving into the thin soles of your pumps as tears stung your eyes. There was a small road with barely any pavement winding its way down the hill that your feet followed, not knowing where it would lead but your mind was elsewhere as the wind blew in your face, and a desperate sobbing carried on the breeze behind you.

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Walking across the airport concourse, you scan the area for the man you’d only met less than twelve hours earlier. Initially, you are searching for someone who fills a sharply tailored suit perfectly but then it clicks. The meeting isn’t until tomorrow morning- he, like you, has probably run home to grab a change of clothes and a carry on bag. Bollocks! Perhaps you should have accepted a lift to the airport from him. Surely, he can’t look that different? As you head closer to the EasyJet desk, scanning the airport crowds left and right for a handsome, middle-aged man, you finally clock him. He’s slightly leaning against a wall reading a paperback, concentrating on the text with his dark eyebrows furrowed and pinching his plump bottom lip between his thumb and the knuckle of his index finger. How the fuck does someone still look so neat even in just jeans and a hoodie? A genuine smile crosses Marcus’ face, the lines around his eyes crinkling deeply, as he spots you walking towards him.

“Hey! Sorry this was so last minute- I received the email about this meeting whilst you were in the bathroom sorting the burn on your hand. How is it doing?” he enquires passing you your ticket.

Pouting as you examine the back of your hand, “I don’t think it quite requires an amputation at the neck yet, Sir.”

Marcus scrunches his nose up with the chuckle he releases at your terrible joke, his dimple flashing in his cheek. You can’t help but relax your face into a slight smile.

“We need to create a mandate that no one calls me Sir in our office. Makes me feel old,” Marcus jokingly grumbles.

“I’m not saying a word,” you say as you swing your rucksack over your shoulder, heading towards check in.

Marcus’ eyes widened with a mock hurt expression, “Hey, low blow. You’re not that much younger than me!” He grumbles, “Way to kick a man when he’s down!”

With those words, you turn back from the desk with a wink and a small grin that make Marcus’ heart flutter.

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Despite the quick hop over from Stansted to Lyon, Marcus had made sure that you’d got seats with extra legroom. “Are you always this thoughtful, or just trying to make a good impression?” You almost said trying to get into your knickers but managed to maintain appropriateness bearing in mind that this poor man had been your boss for barely a day.

“I aim to not be a dick as much as possible,” Marcus counters. “Listen. You went a bit pale when I invited you to come with me today. It must be really strange having a new boss after so much time with Stephens. I hope you didn’t feel that I forced you into coming- I would hate for you to feel uncomfortable around me.”

Your face drops a little and you shake your head slightly, “It wasn’t that, Sir, I mean Agent Pike-”

“You can call me Marcus. I’m not keen on those formalities - and we’re on our own time now, although we’re travelling for work!” He huffs and chuckles, watching for your response.

“What about Sir Agent Marcus Pike? That work?” you tease mercilessly, your eyebrow arched and barely glancing at him as you flick through your iPad at the agenda for the next day’s meeting.

“Yeah, that works. My Mom would be delighted for me to be a Knight! Put me in your phone as that,” Marcus plays along, enjoying the friendly banter that seemed to have built between you. “Anyway, I interrupted you- what were you about to say?”

“I didn’t feel forced, Marcus. We may have known each other for less than half a day but please understand that I would have told you in no uncertain terms that I would be uncomfortable travelling with you had it been the case,” you firmly state looking directly in those hypnotic chocolate brown eyes. Marcus gazes straight back entranced, softening his gaze, feeling astounded that you were focussed on him.

“Do you want to talk about the real reason then?” Marcus gently pries, “I mean, there’s no way anyone gets to our age without ghosts or baggage, and a problem sha-“

“No.” Despite Marcus guarding his feelings well, you can see that he’s surprised by the sharpness of your tone. Marcus unconsciously folds his arms across his chest and a wave of guilt floods your mind as you know that it’s a defensive move, protecting himself against you.

“Where are we staying when we get there?” you try changing the subject and softening your tone even though a bitter metallic taste was stinging the back of your throat.

You watch Marcus awkwardly fumbling in his pocket that was restricted by the seat, searching for his phone “Uh, I think it’s the Mercure Lyon Centre Beaux-Arts- it was booked earlier by Andy. We’ve got separate rooms but they’re next to each other- I hope you don’t mind the proximity?”

You shake your head, trying to stay quiet, wanting to avoid upsetting or irritating your new boss any further.

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Marcus rolls his bag into his room after wishing you a goodnight at the door to your room. He hangs his shirt in the cupboard, and grabs his grooming bag, walking into the bathroom with the intention of a long, hot shower.

His mind is spinning with thoughts of you. Something about you intrigues him. He wants to know everything and yet you veer wildly between a cool, hard nosed professional and this warm, gently-teasing ray of sunshine. He feels like every conversation he holds with you, he manages to take a couple of steps forward and then roughly a thousand back.

Between the stilted conversations and the colour your face had turned in that earlier meeting, he is genuinely worried about how your relationship will eventually pan out. Will you always hold him at arm's length? Would he be ever entrusted to Andy levels of closeness? Marcus rubs the furrows in his brow as thoughts of you zip around unrestrainedly.

You had been put forward as being unparalleled in your knowledge of art, forgers techniques and a multi linguist to boot and whilst your intelligence was obvious, would you ever let him get any closer? Andy was so obviously fond of you and had sung your praises from the rooftops - but there was something you were hiding.

Stripping down to his pants, he turns on the shower, relishing the pressure of the jet on his wrist as the water rushes out. Marcus sheds himself of his underwear and steps under the torrent of gloriously warm water.

Allowing it to cascade over him, he stands there, permitting the water to rinse him free of everything. Apart from you. As he shut his eyes, all he can see is the shine of your dark hair and those almond-shaped eyes of yours. He’s known you for less than half a day and it was as if you had already tattooed a permanent image of yourself in his brain. Squeezing a blob of shampoo out into his hand, he brings it into his dripping wet curls, massaging the liquid through his dark roots.

Of course this would be the moment that a knock sounded sharply at his door. Quickly rinsing the suds from his hair, he grabs the available bath sheet, wrapping it tightly around his waist before walking to the hotel room door. In the seemingly short seconds of his jumping out of the shower, his visitor has disappeared from the hallway. Just as Marcus cranes his neck to squint a little further down the hall, a buzz comes from his phone, alerting him to a message.

Sorry- knocked, then heard the shower. Gone to find food- let me know if you don’t like or are allergic to anything. Be back in five or tell me to piss off if you don’t want anything, Nush x

Your name lit up the screen. With a kiss at the end. Exhaling a deep sigh and shutting his eyes tightly, Marcus doesn’t think he could ever tell you to go away.

Surprise me, M

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A little more than five minutes later, you turn up at Marcus’ door holding a bag stuffed with a selection of saucisson sec, Brie de meaux, cornichons, artichokes and a couple of sticks of pain de campagne. Your rucksack clinks suspiciously with a couple of bottles of Côte de Rhône, which makes Marcus’s eyes light up.

“That was a quick recce! Good choices here though!” He remarks, impressed with your finds as he takes the bags from you.

“I know Lyon well. Was seconded here for a while with Interpol’s art crime department.” you offer with an anxious sideways look at Marcus as you break off a hunk of bread, hollowing out the soft centre and shovelling it into your starving mouth.

Please don’t pry. Please don’t pry. Please don’t pry.

You see a gentle acknowledgment from the other agent’s eyes. Now knowing better than to press you further, Marcus instead grabs his iPad, “Wanna watch a film?”

“Sure, what’ve you got?” You ask absentmindedly when really you’re far more concerned about filling your growling stomach, “Actually scratch that, you choose. You’re the head of an art crime department, your taste can’t be that terrible.”

“Hah! Do you treat all your co-workers so nicely, or am I just special??” Marcus teases whilst enjoying the ease that seems to have developed with the appearance of the food, “So, Sharknado 3, then?”

“Ah, my favourite of the trilogy!” You play along as Marcus’ beautifully deep chuckle reaches your ears.

Marcus and you settle on either end of the sofa, the food spread between you on the coffee table and the water glasses filled with wine. The iPad set between the two of you plays Roman Holiday and whilst you both initially rave about the level of beauty from Audrey Hepburn and Gregory Peck, you both fall into a calm, comfortable silence, absorbed by the romantic comedy. Every now and then, you feel a soft pair of eyes on you, which you occasionally catch to send small lopsided smiles back.

As Ann walks away from Joe reluctantly on the screen and Joe lingers after her departure, you stretch and gaze around the room. Your eyes fall upon a broad chest that is steadily rising and falling and your ears prick at soft snores as Marcus breathes in. Knees cracking as you rise from the couch, you shake each leg out and stretch slowly with a small squeak as your joints finally decide to be in a position to move again. Moving quietly over to the bed, you grab the quilt and lug it to the sofa, pulling the covers over Marcus’ peacefully sleeping frame.

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As the door softly clicks shut, and slightly disturbs his rest with a cool breeze that carries the smallest hint of your perfume, Marcus could have sworn that you’d kissed your fingers then touched it to his brow. The soft brush of your fingertips a gentle memory on the creases of his forehead.

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virgil-writes · 3 years

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ash & soot

Long before the Winters come into play, a monster stalks the Forbidden Forest that surrounds the Village. Karl Heisenberg is sent to investigate, and heads deeper into darkness to find his prey, a thorn on his side and someone just like him. (Heisenberg x OC)

chapter 11 - fever dream

trigger warning, body horror and blood, lots of blood. around 3.8K words.

He knew he had overstayed his welcome by the tiredness in her eyes, a stab of guilt very close to piercing through his skin though he resisted. He had struck a nerve without meaning to, his flirting and prodding taken too far, what he intended to bring them closer making her recoil instead. Heisenberg had left her cabin with shoulders slumped and heart heavy, but the way she had bid him goodbye told him everything would be just fine. It was all forgotten by the time he turned the corner to go further into the forest, all suppressed under a boot-clad stomp. He would not consider how he might have personally hurt her, how he might have dug in too deep and crossed the few lines she had established. Somewhere in the back of his mind, a stupid little voice told him that he cared, even if he didn’t mean to, and there was only so much he could ignore it before it bubbled to the surface. He had dealt with worse. Keeping feelings and memories buried was a skill he had developed over almost a hundred years.

Her feelings were not important right now, he reminded himself, because the plan took all precedence. There would be no more village if Miranda saw her plans fulfilled, no little witch to offend and no metal man to call stupid nicknames. Maybe once they were free he would be interested in truly making friends, sitting down to talk things through and giving her time to answer his questions, not when he pressed but when she was ready. Bah, who was he kidding? He was not a man meant to play house, to have healthy relationships that were based on dialogue and mutual understanding with. He was the worst friend a person could have. She could die mad.

Still, perhaps there were lines he would better not cross, at least to keep her complacent. From the very beginning he had intended to keep her in the dark as much as possible, only tell her what was strictly necessary to have her help him. Learn what she could truly do, exploit it as covertly as possible, then unceremoniously dump her so he could finally fight his battles. Get from point A to point B, make himself an ally, but not a friend. She was a tool, as were all others, living or dead. He would see his ambition realized. He would set himself free.

Hours bled into days and into a week before he saw her again. His days once again become a blur of planning and building, head empty if not for the thoughts of revenge and the rage that fueled him ever onward. Research at the factory was going smoothly enough, problems here and there. Miranda was mostly out of his hair, as was Alcina, having finally given up after he told her, time and again, that nothing other than lycans inhabited the woods. Some power failures in Eins were a true head-scratcher, night after night of writing and drawing, assembling and disassembling. It was a good way to pass the time. Sturm was still a failure, a project put on the back burner until the right inspiration hit him.

It all reached a boiling point not soon after, stress catching up to him when a mining drill down the mine shafts malfunctioned and exploded, the cave-in cutting off a whole team of haulers and all the resources they had gathered. The bodies soon began to rot and the stench filled the vents, crept through tunnels to find him in all rooms he thought he could hide in. Night and day his soldiers would drill and get nowhere, night and day he would work to see no returns. He had descended into a fit of rage that brought out the worst within him, his transformation no longer his to control after the first few minutes of thrashing and shouting. It hurt as much this time as it did every other, flesh tearing and pulsing and twisting and expanding, tendons pulled, muscles sore, skin stretching far beyond what it should ever be able to. Pain seared through every inch of him, a gust of flame where his blood should be. It burned unbearably hot while chilling him to the bone with the sheer horror of it.

His conscience would never fully slip him in those moments. He would not recognize himself in the mirror, his appearance no longer that of a man, but he was still him, still a genius of engineering, still a silver fox that could charm the pants off of anyone if he wanted to. At least that was what he told himself, though there was definitely and underlying hunger that he could not suppress, that was not entirely his. Not for meat like the Duke’s, not for blood like Alcina’s. Not at all physical, but gnawing on his bones nonetheless. A need for violence, for terror, to destroy everything and crush everyone. Turn every living being to a pulp and make art with the carnage, paint the walls red and hang their insides from the ceiling. His fingers itched for it even when they no longer existed, his heart pulsating with rage and anticipation. It was hard to keep himself in check sometimes, to stop the spiral that brought him ever downward, towards the blackened waters of oblivion that he felt were always so dangerously close to consuming him. He would be no better than any of them if he gave in, he repeated it as a mantra, no better than the family of abominations who consumed flesh and drank blood like the finest wine, no better than the lycans who toyed with the villagers only to eviscerate them and then suck the marrow out of their bones. But how would it feel, a small voice asked in the back of his mind, to be so free, to let his rage flow with the blood he spilled, vindication for thousands of days of suffering. He could almost taste it, feel his sins washed away by the sacrifice, dangerously within reach, so very tempting. Every time he resisted, and every time it became harder to do so.

He can’t remember the last time he’d lost control, the last time he’d blacked out and woken up a day later in his birthday suit and covered in guts that weren’t his. He can’t remember if it had been yesterday or last year or thirty years ago, but he remembers the feeling all too well, the sickening soft touch of tissue, foul smelling bits of flesh underneath his nails. He could never know who, or why, or how, and could only hope he hadn’t blown his cover, hadn’t killed someone Mother would miss. The last time, he never quite managed to wash the contents of the poor soul’s stomach from his hair, the stench nauseating. It had been the first time he had taken scissors to his hair and cut it with a fury and desperation he did not know he possessed. Ther uneven strands only served to remind him that his monstrous self was but a failed project away, looming in the darkness, a return to the bloody roots Miranda had ingrained within him on that operating table all those years ago.

Fists slam against the table in an attempt to let off some steam as he curses his temper, his family, that crow bitch for ruining him forever. But it only serves to stoke the fires, to anger him further, cloth rips as he yells and everything goes downhill from there.

These moments between man and beast are always the most difficult, the ones that seem to last forever, the ones that plague him with so many thoughts he feels his head will explode. Would an army be enough to stop her? Hundreds upon hundreds of lost souls hanging overhead, conveyor belts transporting his army on an endless display of his greatest accomplishments. He could only hope enough of his machines would survive the waves of lycans she would throw at them; he could practically see it, teeth bared and eyes gaunt, claws reaching to grab onto something, anything that would give it purchase, an armor plate, perhaps the tube that kept the soldier’s blood pumping. One after the other the lycans would fall, until they had become too many, a pile of writhing half-humans feasting on its disgusting prey. He could practically hear it, and every exploded reactor chipped away a sliver of his confidence - and his sanity.

He never intended to get involved, never intended to join the battle and cut through monsters. His eyes had always been set on Mother, Mother and the stupid lieutenants she called her children. Moreau crying for it all to stop, Donna cowering with Angie behind moldy wings. Alcina would be the only one to face him head on, he knew, and finally he would be able to tear her apart with her own nails. He would then pluck one out to shoot it right at the dollmaker’s face, right onto the squirming parasite that inhabited the half of her face where her eye ought to be. To Moreau he would give a present, a grenade for him to swallow whether he felt hungry or not, a tasty last meal for the disgusting fish man who scraped the bottom of the muddy river. As for Miranda, he hoped it was enough, he was enough, all of his experimentations and studying and training coming together to make him unstoppable. Only time would tell, and with each passing day he grew wearier, and the beast stronger.

But what did he have to lose?

His mind barely registered his actions as he made his way out of the factory, a bundle of papers tucked under his arm, hammer and cigar long forgotten. The world greeted him with a sheen of milky fog, of faded colors that threatened to jump at him in full vibrancy at a moment’s notice, threatened to overwhelm his already weakened perception. His tendons pulled and muscles ached with each agonizing step, left knee and elbow burning like he had shoved them inside a furnace and forgotten to take them out. His head hurt worse than the most gruesome of hangovers, light swimming in his eyes and creating a dozen blind spots that could lead him to any number of traps. Beads of perspiration had gathered on his brow despite the cold, the kind of feverish sweat that keeps you awake at night and makes you see stars and aliens, eyes rolling back but somehow wide open in a never ending fever dream. He had grown accustomed to it, the high of growing into a behemoth of flesh and steel, and the lows that came with it when it was all over and he had to return to being a shell of a man with enough rage to make the devil jealous.

Most times he would lie face down against the factory floor, let the stone ease him into restless sleep, until some hauler tripped over him and decided to drag him along and out of the way. It had become so common he had instructed them for it, too, to leave him at his quarters and then carry on working, so that he could also carry on working as soon as this hurdle was over with. But then sometimes the fever grew so hot he would stumble out into the yard to find the nearest mound of snow to flop onto, and he could swear he could hear it fizzle under his skin.

This time he had taken to walking, the only thing in his mind as his body protested and he pretended not to listen, one foot after the other, though he had no clue where they would take him. His wounds bled as they always did, a new collection of scars every time he transformed and the metal lodged itself deep within his flesh, left a trail behind as he made his way down towards the river, the trees his only support. It was then he heard it, the faintest of whispers, the most alluring of laughs. He raised his head to catch a glimpse of her, running away to hide from him, inviting him to chase her and catch her, lay her on a bed of twigs and thorns and explore her endless delights.

His little witch in the woods, naked under the moonlight just like he had imagined, standing right in the middle of the bridge that shook more violently than ever before. She did not seem to mind the cold, did not care about her dignity, her cheeks flushed and desire in her eyes as she called to him, and he could not help but follow.

He had stumbled on the last plank, foot stuck between a rusty nail and loose splinter just as he was about to catch her, when he reached out his hand and felt her hair slipping between his fingers. His face had hit the ground before he could register what happened, his little witch gone, a mouthful of snow and dirt all he had, papers scattering in the wind with the fall.

In his clarity he could hear the shuffling of feet in the distance, the frantic sniffing as the wolfmen smelled its prey in the air. Dozens of pairs of eyes watched him from behind the trees, hungry, desperate, waiting for his conscience to slip, for him to never get up, for him to stop walking, to heed their call and fall into their trap. The anxious tingle on his fingertips tells him he’s on edge, that fear creeps up his bones and into his blood and out of his pores like the sweetest of perfumes. But his bones hurt, so very much that there is no space for anything else in his mind. He picks himself up and walks, walks like he has a purpose, like he knows where to go and just what to say. Heisenberg no longer strode with the confidence of a man who knows there is nothing in this world more dangerous than himself, but with the sensation of being so small, so insignificant, a bundle of flesh and blood that could be torn and consumed. All that was left was the hope, the knowledge that something old prowled the woods, older than himself, something immensely powerful that meant him no harm.

He cannot tell if the sigh of relief stays only in his head when he sees the fence in the distance, rounds the yard lightning fast for a feverish man, the sound of his steps crunching the snow almost comical as he tried to run faster than his legs could take him. He catches himself on the porch railing before his teeth can hit the wood as he stumbles once again. There is no fear, only humor in his laughter, because he has made it, reached the safe haven of that decrepit cabin hidden between the mountains.

The witch stood at the porch, basket of laundry at her hip as she made her way out the door, an improvised clothesline strung between a post and a lantern hook. She was not startled this time, the expression on her face telling him he was expected, the smell coming from inside the cabin making his stomach rumble. He tries not to stare too long, not to pay attention to her beautiful features; every second they seem more twisted, a sinister smile, a hole where her face should be, a multitude of eyes, a pair of antlers. The disappointment was perhaps the worst of all, the look of disgust in her eyes. He cannot tell apart reality and dream and at this point he would prefer not to.

She blinked once, twice, confusion adorning her features as she looked him up and down but surely failed to understand just why Karl Heisenberg had dragged himself all the way up to her home wounded, naked except for his trench coat and hat, and looking like a man so high he could see beyond time. He had no shame left in him, between his confidence and the fever, and despite the weirdness of the situation, she was unfazed after the first few seconds, even when she lifted his chin to look him in the eye and he recoiled like an injured beast. If she hounded him for answers, she would get none. She would be lucky if he managed to mutter his own name.

He can’t tell if he had found the sanity to greet her, mind relaxing and patting itself in the back for successfully bringing him to his destination. She sets the basket down and walks towards him to come fetch him, one hand on his shoulder and the other settling on his waist as she guided him inside, and he cannot help but notice there are fingers and toes where her laundry should be, a bountiful, but gruesome harvest. A warning light flashes in his head when the cabin looks different, hands and organs and heads displayed in a macabre backdrop of blood and guts. He is shaking like a leaf when she sits him down on the couch, papers (papers?) taken away from him to be placed on the dinner table, and only when he motioned to grab them did he notice his hand was long gone, blown away like it had been caught in a shrapnel blast. He bites down on his lip as a last ditch attempt not to scream in horror, teary eyed and hurting. An entire mess and a half, with no explanation to give either him or her, but she did not seem to mind, busy grabbing her tools (saw, knife, cutters), wearing the bloodshed like a cape that was made to fit her.

She left him unattended but a moment before returning with the same box of supplies she had used when they first met (surely the tools she had hid within her apron pockets), cloth and antiseptic and the promise that this would burn, bad. He had half a mind to tell her not to worry, to let him bleed and heal on his own like he knew he would. He meant to tell her it was all good, and he had lost that hand before, and the leg, and the blood, and the sanity. It hurt but would not kill him, nothing could, even though he had tried. Instead he said nothing, for he had vastly overestimated his capabilities, less than half a mind at this point, pain and fear sloshing within him like a furious tide. The hat was the first to come off, and he tried to ignore how gentle her touch felt when she brushed back his hair to get a better look at his face.

“Are you still with us, my lord?” Her voice was but an echo inside his head, light as a feather as he rested against the couch and felt sleep tugging at his conscience, though the shock would not let him go. He is unsure whether he is asleep or awake after that, if the feeling of her fingers tracing over his skin are a hallucination or reality, but he sees it clearly regardless, feels it just the same. He taps his foot on the floor impatiently and notices that it is wet, it is all wet, the waters come in through the open door and flood every nook and cranny, only a matter of time before they are both drowned. Not water, no, blood, viscous, fresh, warm blood.

His trench coat is gently pushed off his shoulders, blood staining the throw that lined the couch but getting lost in the scenery, and dexterous fingers run over his scars, find their way to the open wounds speckled on his skin like a starry sky. Her touch was gentle but it hurt regardless, the haze in his mind imprisoning him in what felt like a perpetual state of suffering. The burning turned instead to the raw sensation of being torn apart, the flesh of his abdomen rending impossibly under her ministrations. He looks down to see her hand has disappeared on him, no, in him, the corners of her mouth stretched into an impossible smile. He is fully gone when something tugs at him, within him, bile gathering in his throat at the thought, at the feeling of having someone poke around his insides - again.

It is then that it all hits him, laughter explodes and he bellows - he has finally died. He sees it now, how it was all an illusion, and in reality he had been splayed in the snow all this time, blood pooling around his body and inviting all manner of predators to feast on him when the bones of the earth failed to claim him so many times before. A clever lycan had found a nice open spot to wedge its claws in and pull his guts out to munch on, another tore unceremoniously through to the same effect, and his visions of the witch were nothing but a pleasant mirage his brain had decided to afford him, a small mercy as he bid his consciousness goodbye at long last.

Tree tops and the dark sky are all he sees when he opens his eyes. At least he’d go in style, he thought with a snicker, and the hallucinations of her hands on him just like he’d fantasized spurred something within and made him stand to attention. What a fitting end, open and spilled like a bag of grain, guts wrapped around the papers he had brought with like an exotic crimson ribbon, and the biggest hard-on he had ever had.

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OKAY NEO THOUGHTS NOW THAT I’VE BEATEN IT AND HAD TIME TO MARINATE. no spoilers for another day bc i haven’t finished it yet, but i did go “no, why shan’t i? i have the internet” and watched the secret endings on youtube so those and the secret reports will be discussed. yeah. so here’s some thoughts. i’m going to talk a lot about the more contentious things, i think. and again i haven’t finished another day so nothing to do with that, but of course major ending spoilers for the main scenario.

these are my opinions both as a writer and a media consumer, so there’s kinda two levels here. it is very freeform “as i think of it” structurally so my sincerest apologies if it’s all over the place. i am trying to keep specific topics confined rather than splattering the same plot point/whatever all through the post, but it’s not like i’m posting a peer-revied academic essay here. it’s also fucking enormous and i would say sorry but that would be a lie.

the majority of the game, i actually really enjoyed. the localization was excellent and i can’t praise it enough. i know people threw fits over the “horrible overstep” of... teenagers using slang. but did you know, in real life, teenagers use slang? even in japan, there’s slang? wild but true! the dialogue was great, and while i can’t say much re: the jp cast since i played in english, the newcomers for the english cast were spectacular. i actually think the newcomers were, in some cases, stronger than the returning cast. even in characters where i didn’t like the voice (nagi had to grow on me, i admit it), they were a fantastic match for the character’s personality.

the emotional beats re: character deaths, typically, landed the way i think the writers wanted; kanon’s death in week 3 had me devastated even though i could see it coming a mile away. i think that’s a testament to the best parts of the writing; as soon as i understood how the current game was being run, i knew it was fairly inevitable that every other team would eventually lose. odds would be that, barring something like someone changing teams or a team merger, the majority of the other teams would be completely wiped out. i knew far in advance that kanon would likely not make it to the end of the story, but it still fucked me up when it finally happened not just because i cared about kanon, but also because of how much the other characters cared about her. some character deaths affected me far less, of course. i think kanon was the epitome of “this hit exactly as hard as the writers wanted it to”, but i do feel they fell short with others. ayano’s lack of development really hurt my ability to be saddened by her death, especially when it was so clear that she set up her own possession as a trap for shoka. it undermined things for shoka in general, because while she was devastated to lose ayano, the game did a poor job at making their relationship tangible and meaningful. i felt worse (not necessarily sadder, just worse) about motoi’s death, and i didn’t like motoi. speaking of him...

the biggest issue i have with the game is a chronic square enix issue. kubo is the Man Pulling The Strings, whatever, this is fine. the problem is that he, minamimoto, motoi, and arguably susukichi are the only characters in the game with dark skin. they are all morally grey at best. i don’t think i need to elaborate on why this is an issue. we’re not going to pretend that racism and colorism don’t exist in japan. i’m just going to say that all of the dark-skinned characters are either totally evil, excessively violent, and/or morally dubious. this is my biggest qualm, but i don’t feel it needs more elaboration. yes, i know motoi turns it around in the end. yes, i know susukichi ultimately changes sides as well, and he’s ultimately portrayed as sympathetic. minamimoto is........ his own beast. but the fact remains that we don’t get a single major character who’s darker and unambiguously heroic.

second big issue is that while i understand the decision to keep shiki off camera until the very end for emotional impact, i feel like this was to the detriment of the story and to the detriment of said impact. she was mentioned, sure, and she was briefly seen from the shoulders down in a cutscene long before her introduction, but i feel that this was ultimately for the worse. her absence in the plot made her a borderline non-entity that can easily leave the audience going “why should i care about this?” on what’s supposed to be a huge emotional cathartic moment. yes, people should know this is a sequel and neku and shiki’s friendship was a crucial part of the original game, and much of the endgame of neo makes no sense if you’re unfamiliar with the original, but their interactions in the ending felt incredibly shallow. and i think this is because of how little shiki appears and how isolated she is from her other friends. eri is unseen and unmentioned. she doesn’t interact with rhyme. she hardly interacts with beat, using him as a translator at best. her other relationships are just... stagnant at best, ignored at worst, and despite having had just as vital of a role in the first game as beat did, she does nothing of import onscreen. her only narrative actions are “fix mr mew (mentioned but not seen)” and “be sad about neku”. so, functionally...

for some reason (we know why) the story decided that the only thing that was important to shiki was seeing neku. but by holding off on this reveal of her, we lost the impact that their meeting could have had. because the game refused to show her it didn’t show how much his absence was affecting her, which leaves their reunion feeling incredibly hollow. shiki was gone for upwards of 90% of the game. if not for the first game, this reunion would mean nothing; the narrative does a terrible job of reminding the audience that neku and shiki have a strong relationship and i don’t know if it’s that they expected the first game to have done the heavy lifting, or they thought that what neo gave us was good rather than “good enough”. imo this was an enormous failure and i wish we had gotten more for her both as part of the plot and as a character.

this was an issue present with rhyme as well imo, though to a lesser degree. i think they should have given up the ghost much sooner on confirming that the shadowed figure was rhyme; it was obvious by the time they showed us her silhouette, so i don’t know why the narrative held off on showing her. they didn’t have to introduce her to rindo (or give her the name splash screen) yet, but people who played the first game and are paying attention know it’s rhyme, so why bother hiding her? most of what rhyme accomplishes in this game is off-camera as well, but she has double the screen time that shiki gets.

the shiki thing is another symptom of a common squeenix problem these days, which is poorly-handled implied romantic interests. and i think that was also present with how the end of the game treated shoka. rindo and shoka as an implied romance in general did not bother me; more than a lot of squeenix protags, and perhaps primarily because of the excellent job the english cast did, i actually was unbothered by the suggestion of budding romantic feelings because it felt genuine. they actually felt like a pair of teenagers who were starting to be interested in each other, trying to play it cool and prioritize. this, and shoka’s characterization in general, is really helped by the reveal of swallow’s identity; it retroactively heightens her closeness to rindo specifically and offers enormous insight into her decision to help the team covertly. however, i think this budding implied romance was severely undermined by having other characters comment on it, especially because it felt so out of place timing-wise whenever someone commented. it was never warranted; there are times where they seem to be... not flirting, but not doing a good job of pretending there isn’t an interest. this is not when comments come. the comments come when they are having a totally normal interaction that does not suggest any non-platonic feelings whatsoever.

up until the final day, i had fairly ambivalent feelings about the idea of them as the designated hetero pairing. i felt it was a vast improvement from recent shoehorned romances in squeenix properties. the ending made things much more contentious to me, specifically how shoka is vanished by joshua. the audience should at least have the suspicion that he’s reviving her, but the circumstances surrounding it are the problem more than joshua being a deus ex machina. it’s not the first time joshua was a troll re: reviving someone, but the context of why shoka’s revival is necessary is, well... unnecessary.

they barely foreshadow the shinjuku rules re: reapers, and i will freely admit it’s not remotely ooc for shoka to hide something like that until she can’t any more. but they seem to be just a contrived excuse for shoka to be taken away... and from the framing of it, not from the player, but from rindo. which, i don’t know that i need elaborate on why i wasn’t fond of that. and i won’t lie - i know everybody beefed it in those cutscenes, including beat and neku. but when the dissonance noise grabbed shoka it gave me the exact same vibe as the demon tide grabbing kairi in kh3, and i don’t think i need to elaborate more on why that would put a bad taste in my mouth and make me fearful for shoka’s future treatment in the game. i was worried that the narrative was going to yank her away from rindo like a prize being snatched from him, and it did! while i do also think it’s ic for joshua to fuck around the way he did when reviving her, it also seems contrived and brings up a major question.

if shoka is still playing by shinjuku rules, why does shibuya’s composer have the ability to overturn her erasure? yes, i know, shinjuku is gone, but its composer is still active. surely joshua having the authority to do what he did indicates that on a cosmic bureaucracy level, shoka is a shibuya reaper. the secret reports offer a potential that joshua exploited a loophole by waiting until the second after the shinjuku rules resulted in shoka’s soul being dissolved in order to snatch it up, so perhaps the explanation is that her erasure meant she was technically no longer a shinjuku reaper and no longer beholden to its rules. but that doesn’t answer a different question that honestly bothers me more than the admittedly sorta insignificant question of whether or not joshua overstepped in reviving shoka.

shinjuku’s game has ended because shinjuku has ended; why are its rules still in play for former shinjuku reapers? i am aware that shiba is the conductor “legally” and he has made changes to shibuya’s game, but they’re careful to specify that the “ex-reapers are erased at the end of the game” rules are from shinjuku and do not apply to shibuya reapers. is she considered by the higher plane to be joshua’s underling and not hazuki’s? the secret reports confirm that the transfer of personnel from the destroyed shinjuku to shibuya was authorized by the acting conductor (uzuki) and this is standard procedure, everything was done properly. so “legally” the formerly-shinjuku reapers are shibuya reapers, right? hanekoma notes in particular that it’s a culture clash leading to the shinjuku reapers being designated as such and that they’re only nominally shinjuku reapers. why are a defunct game’s rules still active?

the biggest issue is that shoka’s threat of erasure was unnecessary from a narrative perspective, especially given how quickly it’s introduced and resolved. what was the point of putting this in the story if five minutes later the issue is just dealt with, no effort, minimal tension, by a (narratively speaking, don’t come after me joshua fans) minor character who doesn’t even appear until after the plot is resolved? i honestly wonder if it was just the writers deciding joshua needed to do something so that his appearance in the ending wasn’t just shallow fanservice for people who wanted to see the original gang. joshua’s lack of action is also presumably going to be contentious with fans; i’ve read the secret reports, and i don’t feel that they sufficiently justify why he doesn’t make any moves to protect his city despite being positioned both in his own dialogue and the secret reports as someone opposing shibuya’s purification. i will talk about this a little later re: kubo’s motivations though.

i also think it’s kind of stupid that joshua sets up “find her and you win” and then... rindo doesn’t do anything in that regard. he just bumps into her in the scramble. i know i already said i hate the idea of her being a prize to be won in a game but if they’re going to set it up, why make it pointless in that regard? it feels so unnecessary. joshua portrays shoka’s revival/return as something to be earned, and unlike the ending of twewy there’s no recognition that he was actually just fucking with them.

this is similar to my mixed feelings about kubo’s defeat. on one hand, i wanted to smash his face in personally, i have hated him the entire game. on the other hand, having him jesus beamed and rewritten out of existence without any warning or chance to resist was fucking hilarious and i actually laughed out loud. my speculation as to why he didn’t get a boss fight is that developers worried about people having trouble suspending disbelief over the party being able to defeat an angel. ultimately i think the only way this could have been done was to have it be a boss battle where your victory doesn’t matter, like the week 1 fight with susukichi, and have hazuki curbstomp kubo in the post-battle cutscenes. ultimately, i feel like this was a lesser of two evils; i don’t think the “you lose in the cutscene” approach would have necessarily been significantly better than what we got, i recognize that “the battle didn’t matter and you lose in the cutscene after” is a contentious game trope. and i would understand people struggling to accept the cast defeating a being from a higher plane without intervention from said higher plane. the only benefit would be the catharsis of getting to slap kubo around, which admittedly i kind of miss. having him as a secret boss was an option i guess but i think it would bring more questions than it was worth.

kubo’s motivation is also just bizarre; i understand that it’s given as him getting overzealous after carrying out his orders to purify shinjuku, but why? i feel like this could have easily been fixed/rationalized by “shinjuku’s surviving reapers fled to shibuya, leading kubo to consider shibuya to be an extension of shinjuku”, but that’s solely speculation. i do not know why kubo decided to also start an inversion in shibuya. they didn’t give me enough information. his conflict with joshua is inexplicable and almost entirely offscreen via the secret reports. i do not feel like i have a grasp on why the plot of the game even happened. hazuki’s involvement is iffy; i can’t say whether he initially approved of kubo’s overstep and changed his mind, or if he just took his time collecting his errant underling. the secret reports suggest the former, and hanekoma noting that the contentious nature of the previous game’s events gives a speculative explanation for why no action was taken if hazuki was actually making moves against shibuya rather than kubo being out of line. hazuki could damn well have been lying, there’s a precedent for composers being full of shit and telling bold-faced lies to protagonists, though in the previous game these lies were all eventually uncovered. this leaves me to believe that ultimately, hazuki’s statements regarding kubo acting outside of his given authority were mostly honest. but what i don’t understand is why joshua took such a hands-off approach.

yes, he says he figured the main cast had it under control and would have stepped in had things gotten worse, but this appearance and statement comes long after rindo fails and shibuya is destroyed in multiple timelines. why did he not step in in the first timeline? i can speculate, but the game and secret reports do not do a great job in explaining why the proxy vs. proxy game even happened in the first place. kubo is hazuki’s underling, which makes joshua higher in the pecking order than kubo. if hazuki was capable of exorcising kubo instantaneously, why didn’t joshua just flick him off the board like a flea before he even got started trying to cause an inversion in shibuya? in the epilogue of a new day joshua is seen in conversation with hanekoma, who’s taking shinjuku’s inversion seriously, which seems at odds with how easily his fellow composer ends the problem.

retroactively, i guess i could rationalize this as him realizing that either shinjuku’s composer must be responsible for said inversion or that potentially shinjuku’s composer has been compromised in some way. and i can rationalize him failing to immediately jesus beam kubo as well - it’s possible that, as kubo was initially acting under the orders of another composer (assuming hazuki is still technically “legally” one/at the bureaucratic level of one), joshua’s hands were somewhat tied re: what actions he could take without potential consequences. it could be that joshua would get in big trouble if he took disciplinary action against another composer’s underling, but 1. the legal transfer of personnel should mean kubo is joshua’s underling, not hazuki’s, see the shoka problem 2. hazuki’s status as a composer is questionable given that his territory is now purified and its game is defunct 3. given that kubo was acting outside of his original composer’s turf and outside of his initial orders (purify shinjuku) at this point i feel like that isn’t likely. it could be that he was trying to avoid a conflict with hazuki himself. it may be that he considered it hazuki’s responsibility to retrieve kubo, but that’s at odds with him choosing a proxy to combat kubo’s and his claims that he totally would have done something, really, he swears. they don’t give us much info at all as to why joshua entered a game with kubo in the first place. i have reason to believe that something’s fishy in the secret reports, and i would like to see the japanese text, which i’ll mention again in a few paragraphs.

i know the absence of shibuya’s composer is partially, and perhaps primarily, “there wouldn’t be a plot if joshua fixed it”. but it really feels like they just kinda tucked joshua in the corner and hoped fans wouldn’t be like “hey where is shibuya’s composer and why is no one mentioning them?” that part is probably for the same reason we don’t see shiki until the very ending, teasing the audience by holding off on revealing him until the last second, but it’s jarring to me that shiki is mentioned but neither neku, beat, nor any of the reapers (!) think “we should contact the composer”. even if just to say “we can’t contact the composer, he is unreachable”! i guess it’s to avoid people remembering how significant joshua is and thinking too hard about it, because joshua is simply too powerful of a character to be running around freely. the plot falls apart when you have a character who’s so strong and, in his own words, kind of omnipotent, who could trivialize the conflict in an instant if he took action.

i feel like they surely could have given a more explicit reason for him to not be involved in the story, even if it’s a reason like “he’s in trouble with the higher plane”. which could have easily been set up! hanekoma is clear in his reports that shibuya’s impurification is highly contentious in the higher plane; people are big mad about it, potentially people higher in the chain of command than a composer. this could have been easily utilized as an explanation for why joshua is hands-off; he’s on a shit list and needs to step carefully as a result. but it’s just not addressed. hanekoma is unreachable according to his reports, and he notes that people are trying to contact him for help. are we just to assume that people have looked for joshua to ask for help in the past but it was so long ago that it isn’t even worth mentioning now to the newcomers? according to other reports, the higher ups are pissed with joshua about his game with kitaniji and are turning a blind eye to what’s happening with kubo in shibuya as a result. but this doesn’t explain why the members of the shibuya UG never discuss the composer. hanekoma’s reports have him confused as to joshua’s lack of action as well; he knows the context of what’s going on in shibuya but doesn’t understand why joshua is staying silent.

that said! the fact that hazuki’s motive for the destruction of shinjuku is never stated does not bother me too much. he’s placed in a position very parallel to joshua in the first game, and he even says he felt like he was following in josh’s footsteps. when you add his seemingly-genuine inability to understand why people care about shibuya, i feel there’s enough evidence to... not dismiss, but nudge this aside as “He Too is a misanthropic bastard”; shinjuku’s destruction is a parallel to the intended destruction of shibuya in the first game. hazuki just carried on where joshua had a change of heart. the secret reports complicate this; it might be that someone fucked up in transcribing, but the reports i read online state that shibuya’s composer, i.e. joshua, was responsible for the destruction of shinjuku due to a game with kubo. this does not make sense given everything else, including hazuki’s own statements and later reports, so i’m setting that aside for the moment as either an uncaught mistake either in translation or transcription online (most likely) or hanekoma not knowing the actual truth until receiving the post-purification shinjuku reports. hanekoma also suggests that hazuki’s goal was also the purification of shibuya, but as he’s not shibuya’s composer this is certainly not his jurisdiction so i’m curious as to what exactly happened there.

EDIT: i’ve been informed by a helpful anon that this is not a mistranslation, the japanese secret reports do state that it was a game involving joshua that resulted in shinjuku’s inversion. with that in mind, i have figured out how to rationalize this and it solves a lot of problems: if it was a proxy game between joshua and kubo, then joshua must have been the opposition to shinjuku’s inversion. though you could argue that joshua is responsible for the end result, he didn’t destroy shinjuku; his proxy lost, probably because kubo’s had the support of shinjuku’s composer. kubo’s overconfidence in running rampant in shibuya is now explicable and he may have been trying to rub it in that joshua lost.

if hazuki was still backing kubo post-shinjuku, this could explain why hazuki felt he could make decisions about shibuya’s fate and wander around it; joshua had already overstepped onto his turf to meddle in purification, so he was returning the favor. at this point in time, i figure that joshua’s proxy was either tsugumi’s brother (shinjuku’s conductor) or coco (she’s noted to have inexplicable powers for a rank-and-file reaper, but joshua’s opposition to her killing of neku throws this into question), and if we truly had a scrapped “shinjuku’s final game” plot then joshua’s proxy could also have been neku. kubo’s proxy was presumably shiba. this actually answers a few questions that i couldn’t rationalize when i assumed joshua was uninvolved (why would shinjuku’s composer be running a game against kubo when they wanted the same thing?), so i’m gonna chalk it up as an absolute win.

i think hishima as a character was... sort of nothing. he was just there. yeah, it was kinda funny how he dressed shiba down, but i don’t know that the plot needed him. his role in the endgame could have easily been given to tsugumi without much fuss, and i feel tsugumi deserved a much bigger part in the narrative given how much she was hyped up by solo and final remix. she was so prominent and anticipated that the fans called her hype-chan for years before we had a name for her. this could also be folded into the problem with hiding shiki until the very end; it feels like we missed a whole sequence with both of these characters simply because the narrative refused to show us shiki. instead, we’re told that shiki showed up and fixed mr. mew, and somehow this freed tsugumi. i think the fact that they don’t even give a flashback of this crucial event after shiki’s proper introduction is just a questionable decision. the story tells us that tsugumi’s release from the plushie is of the utmost importance and shiba can’t be swayed without her, setting it up as a vital event, but it happens offscreen with no real interaction with the main cast. it also only happens after multiple failed loops, even though rindo’s interference is what prevents the meeting between coco and shiki to repair the plushie. i don’t understand this from a logistical standpoint; if coco isn’t pulled to escort rhyme, she must have met with shiki and released tsugumi in timely manner, but tsugumi does not appear until after you replay to get coco back to her original schedule. you could wave it off as “she didn’t get there fast enough”, but i can’t accept that as a reason given the circumstances; it’s not like she would have to look hard to find shiba. this one’s flawed writing; i know in a meta sense why she didn’t appear, it was to build tension etc etc, but in-universe it’s a plot hole.

coco being so absent from the plot is also somewhat conspicuous. i wonder what reception of her was like in japan and if that influenced her lack of presence in the story. i honestly don’t even know if she was received well by the english audience, all i know is that i did not like her at all in final remix. not from an “i don’t like the villain because they’re doing bad things” perspective, from an “i don’t find this character compelling and i think they’re annoying” perspective. also curious as to whether or not her speech patterns changed in the japanese dialogue since final remix; i found her far less jarring and obnoxious in neo and i think it’s enormously because she stopped talking verbally in internet shorthand. overall, coco’s retool was imo a change for the better, but she’s barely there for me to appreciate how much of an improvement she was. it feels like there’s an entire narrative we were set up for by a new day, yet it’s almost completely missing. the ending of a new day laid out this framework for neku and minamimoto to be forced allies in an unseen future game. i had mixed feelings about this conceptually, but the narrative setup was fairly transparent. not only does this not happen, coco’s motivation in a new day and what ultimately happened were so lacking to me.

i feel like something got lost and we were originally going to actually see and perhaps play the shinjuku game that ended in disaster instead of just getting a summation and brief flashbacks of the survivors fleeing. this kinda ties in with my complaints about how hyped tsugumi was by solo and final remix, and then she turned out to have a very small (albeit crucial, via her trailer ability) and mostly unseen role in neo’s story. retroactively we learn that rindo’s visions are from tsugumi, but this is something she does entirely off-screen. all of coco’s scheming was for nothing, because joshua was a deus ex machina and whisked neku away the second he died. this feels to me like cut content or rewrites; there’s a whole game’s worth of story that just happened off-camera and we got to hear a little bit about it. it wasn’t enough, imo. i think doing it as a midquel is still possible, but it’s a hard sell to create a video game with a downer ending and we know shinjuku’s fate is already set in stone... even though a new day ended on the tragic cliffhanger of neku’s death, it’s a little different since it’s coming as an optional postgame sequel hook after victory rather than the entire narrative you fought through ending in failure. i suppose it could be done with a Distant Epilogue now that we know shiba and most of his surviving reapers will return to rebuild shinjuku. ultimately i really think that if not for the concern about neku overshadowing the new cast, shinjuku’s purification could and should have been the prologue to neo. it would be a tough balancing act, but i do think it could have been done right and it would have done a lot for narrative tension with his absence if we had a prologue following him that ends in a cliffhanger re: shinjuku’s purification. neku’s role in the story was done decently i think re: how big said role was, but a lot of circumstances surrounding his absence, legendary status, and reappearance leave much to be desired.

frankly, i just don’t like how much they glossed over neku’s three year absence. we’re given a vague explanation of what he was doing, but it isn’t actually an explanation. definitely again feels like a plot rewrite situation; there’s this huge blank space of neku doing nothing because there used to be a story that we were going to play through and it got scrapped for whatever reason. overall i feel neku’s characterization was very odd and perhaps a little inconsistent in this game; he didn’t have much of a personality at all, which i struggle to reconcile with the original game. we don’t see how he reconciled with coco, it’s just dismissed entirely as “no we’re good now”. how are we good? why did you forgive her for playing murder games instead of just explaining shit? i know he forgave joshua for his gatekeep gaslight girlboss behavior in the first game, but we had context as to why he made that decision. also what the fuck was keeping him from coming back to shibuya, i don’t feel like that was sufficiently explained either? for someone who was so hyped up by the narrative, i was a little let down by how insignificant neku ended up being to the plot as a whole. and again, his personality seemed very watered down and neutral despite the seriousness of the situation. why was he so mellow? the circumstances of his return i did really like, because... well, we’ll talk about character relationships i guess.

i already summed up my feelings on rindo and shoka and i think i’ll leave them on the note of “unnecessary elements dampened my potential for overt enthusiasm, but overall i feel neutral-positive about the suggestion of romantic interest” which is a lot more than i can say about a lot of (semi-)official pairings. on a broader and more platonic scale? generally i have positive feelings about the new cast and their interactions; i feel like their development is more understated than neku’s in the first game, his character arc is very in your face and the neo cast is not nearly as overt, but you can see the difference in how the team interacts across the three weeks. rindo and fret’s established friendship, not to be dismissive of it, does exactly what it needs to. i mean this in a completely positive way. it’s an established friendship, they feel like friends, and they serve initially as anchors to one another in the beginning of the game as a “you’re the only person i know in this chaos” setup. this contrasts neku in the first game in an excellent way because of how it highlights their biggest character flaws, which i’ll talk about later; it’s important to rindo’s fatal flaw that he has someone to fall back and rely on in the beginning of the game in the same way that it’s crucial for neku’s development that he’s surrounded by strangers who he must learn to trust and rely on in order to survive. rindo and fret can lean on each other in the beginning of the game, and as people who have known each other for some time, are able to recognize and appreciate each others’ positive changes.

i do love the development of nagi’s friendship with fret, particularly how it’s sometimes but not always remarked on when she shelves her initial aloof attitude with him. i prefer when a narrative is more subtle on that kind of thing; pointing it out every once in a while is okay, but i don’t want it shoved down my throat via dialogue that characters are developing an emotional bond. we can see that nagi is slowly becoming more receptive to fret and less likely to dismiss or disparage him. it seems like their initial relationship is that of two people who have opposite struggles; nagi is notably closed off in the beginning, but fret immediately approaches her with an unearned and offputting level of familiarity. their slow and understated (more noticeable with nagi than fret) development towards accepting each other as friends is mutually beneficial to them even outside of the context of their personal relationship; nagi opens up a little with everyone, not just fret. placing two people with very different perspectives on how to interact with new people in close proximity helped both of them grow. i’m sure other people have different perspectives, but i do not feel like they were being teased as a pairing which i enormously appreciate, i am tired of “pair the spares” shit. (minor note: i also appreciate how while fret’s crush on kanon was very overt and strong, she was also fairly clear that she considered him a kid and his feelings were never going to be reciprocated because of that age gap. i know, the bar is low, but thank god.)

i love how, despite nagi now having been confirmed as older than beat, as soon as beat joins the narrative he takes this hard stance of “i’m the one who’s already been in this hellscape so it’s my responsibility to help the newbies”. he really embodies the big brother role so well in this game; he knows a little more about what’s going on, this isn’t his first rodeo even if it’s not exactly the same, so he considers himself to have an obligation to protect the others. he serves as sort of a physical and emotional rock for the team from the second he joins, becoming an excellent support for them both as a combatant and an older brother figure. he has experience in being both of these things, and i think beat’s writing is some of the best in the game.

despite his position as a former player who’s back in the UG, he meshes with the newbies perfectly. he doesn’t overshadow the rest of the team despite having more lived (ha) experience in the reaper’s game, he doesn’t feel like he’s on a different level from them or anything like that. he fits in while serving an important unique role that he can only fill because of his prior time in the UG. it’s completely understandable and reasonable why rindo remains the team leader despite beat’s presence. he’s had a three year gap since his last game and doesn’t even understand how he returned to the UG. he’s not a fish out of water, he knows the UG and the game. but he’s really truly gotta shake the dust off, and he’s trying to figure out what happened to him in the first place because he knows he shouldn’t be in the UG at all. he didn’t have a huge bump in intelligence since the first game, but it’s hard to dismiss him as a complete idiot. he has both large and small perceptive moments where another narrative might have chosen to keep him as the dumb muscle. in fact, his firm convictions serve an important role for the others - beat knows he didn’t die and can’t be convinced otherwise, and his confidence that he’s a living player is part of how rindo and gang realize they also aren’t dead. he’s clearly not simply a comic relief character. another story might have positioned him as more of a mentor figure, but he plays to his strengths and serves to ground the team instead. beat is honestly a highlight of this ensemble cast to me. i’m unsure as to how much of that is simply because he was one of my favorites from the first game, but i really truly love beat in this game.

shoka and neku’s late introductions to the team mean they have far less “we are now firmly allies and friends” interactions with the rest of the ensemble for unavoidable reasons. i will say that the excellent casting and localization for the english version, particularly shoka, has done a lot to mitigate that issue; yes, the plot doesn’t develop her relationships with the team as a whole as thoroughly as some of the others, but the combat interactions with her are so genuine that i found myself shocked when writing this because, well, those combat lines did so much legwork making her role in the party seem earned and cohesive. i had such a strong sense of her place in the team that just isn’t reflected in the cutscenes, and i find that very interesting but i’m unsure as to whether it’s good or bad; i think it’s incredible that the combat dialogue did such a good job fostering this air of “we are a unit” for these characters and it really is a testament to the skill of these actors, but i do wish it was more prevalent in the cutscenes itself. beat’s established relationship with neku and their relaxed nature with one another does a lot to ease neku’s entry into the group; he has an “in” with a firmly established member and a well-written dynamic with him that helps him out here.

as a nekubeat appreciator i feel very fed and i hope there’s an uptick in interest for the pairing following neo. i love how beat, who throughout the game is constantly forgetting who people from 3 years ago are (doesn’t recognize his former superior bc she’s wearing a suit now and can’t even remember her name), immediately recognizes coco despite her changing her entire aesthetic specifically because he’s so angry with her for killing neku. he’s ready to throw down the second he sees her, which gives this feeling of “he’s been waiting for this moment for 3 years”. because the narrative never addresses beat’s change in style, particularly that he wears his hair like neku now, i choose to believe it’s because the last time he saw neku was immediately after coco shot and killed him. it could be that this shit’s been haunting him ever since neku died. my city now, if you don’t talk about it in the game i make shit up. both their cutscene interactions and combat quotes do an excellent job of maintaining the sense that these two have been close friends for a long time and distance hasn’t changed that. they fall right back into old ways with one another immediately.

even outside of the context of me being a nekubeat shipper, their relationship and continued partnership (UG game context partnership) feels very genuine. neku and joshua call each other partner, but it rings hollow. i’m sure it’s partially the lack of screentime that makes it so they don’t feel like partners any more than neku and shiki do, but the game doesn’t even try to push closeness the way it does for shiki - more on that in a minute. beat is the only one of neku’s partners that seems to have retained the same strength in their bond with him despite the three years; shiki and joshua are super absent in the plot, which really undermines their relationships with neku. i’ve already talked about my problems with shiki’s lack of focus and how i feel it harms her relationship with neku, but as for neku’s relationship with joshua, i think neo has taken an interesting approach that i feel will have a mixed reception.

it actually feels like neku and joshua ended this game on worse terms than the first one even though joshua was a far more benevolent figure this time around. neku is very clear about wanting to return to the RG despite this meaning he will have no access to the UG (outside of potentially text-based communication since rhyme paved the way for RG residents to bust into the RNS and... however it was that shoka’s fanGO account worked, since she and rindo were fanGO friends long before his entry to the UG) and doesn’t show any hesitation or reluctance in stating this desire. he seems quite content with not having joshua be a part of his life, as opposed to the first game’s ending where he extends an open offer to joshua to join his friend group. i understand how this would (and will) let a lot of people down, but i actually think it’s for the best. i have no real opinion on neku’s capacity for forgiving joshua after the first game, good or bad, but i think putting distance between them in this game is the correct move.

i take this viewpoint especially given that after the first game, joshua did in fact choose this distance - neku invited him in, and he did not take the offer. it was his decision to not join neku’s group in the first game’s ending and he continued to remain separate from it in the three year gap; he may have masqueraded as a fellow player and peer in age, but joshua is not and has never been an actual peer to neku, shiki, and beat. his life experiences are so different from theirs that i would struggle to suspend disbelief that they have enough in common to maintain a close friendship. he intervened when neku was killed by coco and placed him in a safe area and gave moral support in the ending, and i think this is the most we should expect of a reforming (not reformed but in-progress) misanthrope like joshua. he’s an enigmatic figure sure and largely benevolent if inactive in this game, but he isn’t a good person and he clearly considers himself to be on a different level from neku and his peers. hanekoma notes that joshua’s somewhat reluctant to continue to remain separate from neku’s group, but i think the narrative places him both objectively and in his own mind as someone who is just... from a different world. joshua chose distance, he chose to cut contact, and this is the consequence of that decision. i think that’s a good lesson to teach; it may not be a given, but it’s natural that sometimes a friendship you ignore will fade. it doesn’t necessarily mean the time you spent didn’t matter, but you shouldn’t be shocked if a plant you don’t water wilts away.

i feel like that wasn’t the intended takeaway, that it was just questionable writing that i’m reading too deep into, but that’s how i feel about the situation.

i’m also incredibly grateful that hazuki was introduced as an age-appropriate option for joshua and i hope they’ll draw attention as a bastard boyfriends ship, both because i think it’s very funny and because i have opinions about shipping joshua with the teens. i know it’s contentious and i’m not going too deep into it, so what i’m going to say is this. the secret reports state in plain objective text that joshua downtuning his vibes aged him down and his true appearance is older. neither the narrative nor supplementary info state anything about how old josh was when he died or how long he’s been a reaper/the composer (reapers ageing is ??? as well, we don’t know if it’s not a thing or if it’s optional or what). however, it is firmly canon that he is older than 15. if that canon upsets you then that’s your problem to either work through or ignore indefinitely. suffice to say, joshua and hazuki do not have the schrodinger’s pedophile issue and i wholly support and strongly encourage that over the alternative for this reason and again because i find it funny and think they deserve each other. i hate to say hazuki is a healthy choice for joshua because i think both of them are just walking messes, but they are actual peers on the same tier of the higher plane pecking order and more importantly the disaster they could be as a couple has infinite potential.

on the girls side of things, i am still mad about eri’s absence not just because it’s a relationship shiki had that just got ignored. i know the story wants us to believe that neku and shiki have something but shiki and eri had more. i’m sorry writers you made a more compelling f/f ship by accident in the first game and i am not invested in the one you weakly suggested between neku and shiki here. if you made shiki have more of a role in neo maybe i’d feel differently, or maybe you would have screwed it up worse. we’ll never know. i think it’s a shame that they couldn’t make me care about neku and shiki as a pairing, but it is what it is.

i was briefly worried that the game would try to suggest something between kaie and rhyme because sometimes people lose their minds when a boy and girl stand next to each other, but i was quickly set at ease with that one. they felt like two people who are starting to straddle that line of acquaintance/friend in a believable way despite how little interaction between them we see, and i appreciate that. i was also briefly worried that fret would develop a crush on rhyme based on his initial reaction at being introduced to her, but again quickly dismissed. can you tell i’m a little gun shy about strangled “him boy her girl” romances in fiction these days? yeah. i’ve been let down too much recently by bad writing.

i think all of the party members could have benefited from more development with one another outside of combat lines - i would like to see more interaction between nagi and shoka, or neku and fret, etc - but that would come at the expense of the narrative’s pacing. i think it could have been done by tweaking certain details, but ultimately i can accept this as a sacrifice made in the interest of keeping the narrative from getting bloated.

i wanna talk briefly about the new main cast a little.

rindo’s ups and downs re: development are much more subtle than neku’s were, but with the secret reports in mind i feel his arc is actually pretty excellent. i think we could have done with a little less of fret pointing out rindo’s increased confidence and how he becomes more assertive, i think the audience is smart enough to notice that on their own. but i’m a huge fan of how the narrative quietly places rindo in this position of a leader who fears that responsibility, but nonetheless has to grow and accept it. hanekoma’s reports may spell it out in plain text postgame, but the narrative already told us in our own way that rindo’s development stalled when someone else entered the cast who could take over for him and this is demonstrative of a(n understandable) lack of maturity and failure to grow. neku’s fatal flaw was his rejection of others, and so he was forced by the narrative into a position where he had to learn to trust them; rindo’s is that he relies too much on them and the narrative forces him to stand on his own.

while i think this is a little muddled (he was right in some instances to not make hard solo decisions; thinking specifically of ayano, it was absolutely the right call to ease shoka into this inevitable loss rather than forcing her into the situation unilaterally) and i wish we saw more consequences of his initial waffling behavior, rindo’s indecisiveness is an actual flaw that i think a lot of people can relate to and i think it contrasts him wonderfully with neku without being heavy-handed. rindo working through it from “relying on others to make choices for him -> still valuing the input of others but not wholly dependent on them -> capable of making difficult calls without anyone else to support him” was subdued and while it had realistic hitches in the form of other characters who he could consider authority figures, it was steady and imo very good. he’s a teenager coming into his own, stepping out of this world where others in his life - motoi as an0ther, shoka as swallow, presumably his parents, teachers, etc - have made the big, scary decisions for him or guided him through them, and into a place where there aren’t these people to guide him. he’s surrounded by people who either don’t know anything more than he does, or don’t care about his best interests; he’s clashing and changing and it forces him to grasp and accept his own autonomy rather than falling back and relying on someone else to fix things when it’s too frightening or difficult.

we can talk cultural differences re: the level of autonomy and responsibility that’s right for teenagers but i’m not really interested in drawing hard lines there. this is a coming of age story; as he approaches maturity, rindo is learning how to be an adult. i think that’s a classic and important narrative concept and it’s done well here.

fret, interestingly, is imo a case where the subtlety didn’t work out. to me, there wasn’t a huge distinction between flippant “telling you what i think you want to hear” fret and “genuine” fret. his initial interactions with kanon don’t seem different from their last conversation; maybe he comes off as less initally honest in the jp version, or maybe this one was a writing fumble. maybe it’s just me, and other people don’t feel the same way! he seems to be a far more static character in a strange way; the narrative tells us that he’s developing via other characters’ dialogue, but it doesn’t seem to support that. to me it’s a failure of “show, don’t tell” - i don’t take a hard stance on “show, don’t tell” as some kind of holy rule of writing, there are plenty of situations in a narrative where telling is perfectly acceptable and i think rigid adherence to showing and not telling can result in a bloated narrative, but in this case i feel like that’s where the narrative failed. it failed to support fret’s development outside of other people telling him he’s changed. i like fret, but i feel like in this ensemble cast fret and nagi kinda serve more as nominal protagonists and are more strong supporting characters than true leads.

as for nagi, i love how, despite it being low-hanging fruit, not only are there no real digs at nagi for being a vocal fangirl of a visual novel dating sim, it actually ties perfectly into her character as someone who understands people. dating sims are about people and relationships. how people interact, the importance of conveying your feelings, the consequences of bad communication; that’s what nagi is obsessed with. and rather than this being a detriment and making her avoid others, it ends up priming her to have healthy friendships because her gaming taught her to value knowing other people. it takes her time to actually open up, but rather than the video games closing her off to others they actually set her up to be an excellent friend. elestra in general could have been a subject of enormous mockery, but instead it’s viewed in a very neutral way and is given the implication of universal appeal by fret picking it up in the epilogue. nagi’s not in the spotlight for most of the game, but the payoff of her monologue to fret about being human was immense and was one of the best bits of dialogue in the entire game to me. it’s not going to be as iconic as hanekoma’s “open up your world” and “enjoy the moment”, but i truly think it’s one of the only parts of neo’s dialogue that approaches its level.

shoka is a character that i think is better on the replay, and i say this as someone who was very fond of shoka the first time around. i thought she had a lot of personality in her mannerisms alone, and i firmly appreciate how she wasn’t a one-note tsundere character. she had some of those minor elements, but subdued and with a reasonable context - she’s hot and cold with rindo and his team because she’s supposed to be working this rigged game to erase them, but she’s already rindo’s friend in a different context and is struggling to reconcile these two parts of her life. knowing her motivation as swallow gives so much retroactive depth to her actions; she was circumventing the game itself not just because she was exhausted by it or unease with shiba like some of the other turncoat reapers, but because rindo was her friend from before the story even began.

i will say that i didn’t actually fully call swallow being shoka simply because at first i had the impression that it would be rhyme (before rhyme’s role in the story became clearer), and admittedly by the time the climax hit the mystery of who swallow was had kind of dropped out of my mind completely, but i think it does a lot to develop shoka. whether this development being retroactive is strictly good or bad as an issue is subjective; neo is a game that has a built-in chapter select, so replaying the game and rewatching the cutscenes with the full narrative context is incredibly easy. however, for a lot of players, if you’re replaying the game it’s with a specific goal of getting something you missed earlier in-game, so you’re rushing through those cutscenes trying to get to that completionist bit. i think a line could have been walked re: giving more of a hint that shoka was swallow before the very end without fully giving it away, but i definitely think the rewatch value is more subjective and based on how you specifically play the game. if you’re here looking to watch all the cutscenes again now that you know everything, shoka being swallow is a huge treat regarding changing the context of her behavior - if you’re fast-forwarding trying to find a pig, it’s totally wasted.

i would have liked to see more of shoka’s backstory and interaction with the other shinjuku reapers for sure, and i wonder if this is another thing along the lines of “we were supposed to see more of shinjuku’s final game than we did”; if we’d gotten more of shinjuku, we certainly would have seen more of its reapers. i talked briefly about how i feel like ayano’s death didn’t hit the way i think it was intended to, but if the game had let us see more of her as a shinjuku reaper i feel like the entire plot would have benefited. it would have benefited shiba as well honestly; they tried to have him as a repentant “now i shall fix what i destroyed” character at the very end, but i don’t feel like they did a good enough job portraying that he had changed and he was brainwashed so it fell flat. if we’d seen more of shiba as the compassionate leader who deserved the loyalty of his reapers that they say he was, the contrast would have done a lot to help define the tragedy of his backstory. overall i think this is another “we lost a chunk of the plot in rewrites or something” issue, which i admit is not based in anything like interviews. it’s just my speculation because it feels like something that was supposed to be here got left behind - i can’t say if i’m right, or why it happened if so. it just feels to me like the shinjuku reapers besides shoka went fairly undeveloped not because of writing/lack of screentime alone but because we lost big pieces of shinjuku content entirely. it’s insane that we only learn in the secret reports how tsugumi became trapped in the mr. mew plush to begin with; to me, this screams “we had to cut something”, and the more i think about it the more convinced i am that we were originally meant to see more of shinjuku’s inversion. hell, the secret reports just flippantly inform us that tsugumi’s brother was shinjuku’s conductor and he’s why she survived - but he goes unnamed and unseen, mentioned only in a piece of postgame content that many players may never unlock.

shinjuku’s final game is just left as this incredible story that was never told, with a cast who we barely see. again, it doesn’t bother me that they never explained to us why hazuki purified shinjuku. but i do wish we could have connected with its reapers to see how they reacted to its impending fate; who was on kubo’s side, who was trying to protect shinjuku? who knew what was happening, and who was just swept up in the chaos? how did the purification affect them emotionally after their escape to shibuya? just from the secret reports we see that tsugumi’s brother is this tragic hero of another story, the conductor opposing the executor and fighting to save his city before ultimately sacrificing himself to keep his sister alive. this is enough content that it could have easily been a standalone, but it wasn’t. i think that’s a damn shame. i’m sure there are people who are already chomping at the bit to write about shinjuku’s tragic final game and it’ll make a stunning fanfic in the right hands, but this is a big gap for fanfiction authors to be filling in.

this was mostly a narrative thoughts dump, but i wanna say just a couple of things about the combat: overall i liked it! i was significantly overleveled for the vast majority of the game partially because i was having fun with the combat, i feel gameplay was very intrinsically motivating. because of how the food system worked, being overleveled didn’t mean too much since it only affects HP, but i also was eating constantly so i was in fact just OP for much of the game. so i suppose, take my gameplay commentary with a grain of salt because i was busted quickly. if i hadn’t been such a powerhouse from early on, i expect my gameplay experience would have been much different.

my biggest complaint: there were some significant issues in enemy design related to battles being timed and the timer having consequences. some enemies were a reasonable/intuitive pain, say, elephants being bullet sponges and chameleons having an invisibility mechanic. these things made them challenging, but in a sensible way. like, of course a big honkin’ elephant has a ton of HP. i think that chameleons in particular could have been tweaked; you have to be very close to them when they’re invisible in order to lock on, and i think this could distance could have been extended a bit to minimize frustration. likewise, it felt like party members that get grabbed by a t.rex were trapped for ages; i feel this could have been tweaked as well. i know a lot of people had issues with wolves for this same reason, but their comparative frailty and my pin choices meant that i quickly overcame wolves and they became a minor nuisance at best until endgame introduced a beefier wolf. even then, i found t.rex noise to be much more of an issue because of their sturdier nature and higher damage output. these are minor gripes; i didn’t like seeing these enemies, but i didn’t hate seeing them. no, here’s what i hate: rhinos and pufferfish.

to me, these are the most annoying enemies in the entire game outside of maybe a handful of bosses. i feel they were poorly thought out in general. the tendency for rhinos to put themselves against the arena walls and the delay on pufferfish exploding after their HP hits zero do not mesh well with that battle timer. i find myself very frustrated by these enemies because it feels like i’m being punished not for a lack of skill or bad decisions choosing weak pins, but simply bad luck. very few pins can circumvent the rhino’s front guard and the hitbox for their guard feels enormous, so i can’t imagine i’m the only player having difficulty herding them out of corners to actually damage them or get beat drops. there’s a postgame dive with a big noise rhino, and it was my worst experience with the entire game because it just kept backing into a corner. i quit that dive multiple times because of how much time i wasted with the rhino; i changed my pins like crazy trying to take advantage of elemental weaknesses or use pins that could circumvent the guard. but it wasn’t about what pins i was using, it was just bad luck with hitboxes. when i finally got the gold rank on that dive it wasn’t that i did anything significantly different, the rhino just didn’t park its ass in the corner that time.

as far as i know, and i hope i’m missing something that someone can enlighten me on, there is no way to prevent pufferfish from inflating and exploding outside of a killer remix. i have not discovered any way to make them explode faster. the amount of time it takes for them to blow up seems to vary not by species but by individual, i’m not sure if it’s being triggered by proximity to a party member or what but i know sometimes one of those little shits will inflate and chase me across the entire arena before finally exploding. in a chain battle, that wasted time adds up. the pufferfish issue could have been severely mitigated, if not entirely fixed, if the gap between HP hitting zero and explosion was just the time it took for them to inflate. that would have basically eliminated my needless frustration with them. but instead i just... don’t know how to make them pop faster.

in normal combat, your post-battle score is primarily just bragging rights/making yourself feel good to have gotten a good grade. but when it comes to dives, where the timer directly decides how many of the finite friendship points you get, the appearance of a rhino or pufferfish specifically is something i approached with dread and disappointment. i already mentioned the postgame dive giant rhino specifically being a nightmare, but this was a reoccurring element for me through the entire game with just normal rhinos. i know rhinos are a returning enemy and kept their front-guard schtick, but the shift to a 3D environment has made them a much more (imo needlessly) difficult opponent.

regarding the pin system itself, i was enormously disappointed to learn how the multi-pin input worked. it turns out that you can only have multiple pins using a single input no matter how many multi-pin wields you unlock; gone were my dreams of having 2 Y-input pins and two ZL input pins (i played on switch). the inability to multi-pin wield uber pins regardless of how many uber slots you have filled is also a huge bummer. i feel like in the postgame i should be able to be an absolute god of destruction, but this didn’t pan out.

this seems to be a switch issue, but autosave was the MVP of the game because i had a few cutscenes crash or freeze (the one with kubo’s reveal seems to be a common source of a crash on the switch version as it fails to load the 3D cutscene); this was annoying and needs fixing, but it was slightly mitigated by autosave kicking in immediately after boss battles. i was crushed thinking i was gonna have to go through the shiba fight again after kubo crashed my game, so the relief i felt upon loading up again and going right into the cutscene was immense. don’t get me wrong: cutscene freezes and particularly crashes are a big problem that a game like this shouldn’t have launched with, but at the very least i didn’t lose my progress on that crash. related, i appreciate the ability to speed through cutscenes you’ve already seen, but i do wish we had the option to skip them entirely because that would have saved me from the freezes that i had to manually close the game and lose progress for.

a more minor complaint that i admittedly am unsure as to how to fix (maybe utilizing the d-pad instead of having it be camera/target select alongside the right stick?) is that i do not seem to have much control over which character my camera centers on in combat. typically selecting the pin that’s equipped to them will focus the camera to them, but every once in a while i’ll be locked to someone whose pin is rebooting while my other party members are actively attacking on the complete opposite end of the arena. i have no idea why this happens. if i’m missing something please let me know. the static nature of the overworld camera took some adjusting to, at first i was offput but i got used to it quickly. if camera was fixed position in combat it would have been a nightmare, but it being fixed in the overworld isn’t the same beast.

this has gotten obscenely long, so props and condolences to everyone who has made it this far. i wanna end on a high note because i want to reiterate something: i have so many criticisms here and that’s actually praise. i enjoyed so much of this game that i’m critical of where it fell short specifically because it’s such a strong contrast to how much i felt it did right. the main story was pretty strong in general, though some character interactions were lacking. the plot itself i didn’t talk a lot about because i thought it was good. there wasn’t much to say, they did a good job! the dissonance noise being created from deleted timelines was great, i loved that. i don’t feel like predictability makes a narrative bad, so it’s not like i was upset when it turned out replay was (gasp) part of a dastardly scheme. for me, foreshadowing is an excellent thing even if sometimes i wish it was handled a little differently.

i vastly prefer this game’s vague sequel hook with minamimoto over how final remix ended a new day; that sequel hook i hated and it had me so worried about neo. thankfully a lot of my fears didn’t come true, and i am very happy overall with the game we got. if another game is greenlit, i would hope it progresses with a mostly new cast; as long as we stay in shibuya some supporting characters can and should be staples imo, like kariya and uzuki, and i hope to see more of what’s being set up with minamimoto even if not necessarily with him as a protagonist. but overall i think twewy’s worldbuilding lends itself much more to a rotating cast if it develops into a full franchise; that’s just the nature of the UG, and i would like to see further installments taking advantage of that and allowing characters to have a complete arc and then retire from the narrative naturally.

i’ve got some pigs to erase and some bosses to slap the pins out of, which i’m sure will take me some time. another day certainly has a secret boss and/or time trial boss rush, so i’ll take a look at that sucker soon as well. i’m looking forward to continuing my playthrough, and i expect to sink quite a few more hours into this game. i really truly enjoyed neo despite my qualms, and i’m leaving the main storyline behind for postgame stuff with almost entirely positive feelings and a hopeful stance on the potential future of the series. i know this was a long-ass post, which is why it’s beneath a readmore, but to anyone who cared enough about my thoughts to keep reading the whole thing... thanks for the time you spent, hope you got something positive out of it!

#neo twewy #neo twewy spoilers #this turned into a behemoth. im so sorry #I CHECKED AND IT'S OVER 11K WORDS #I'M SO FUCKING SORRY

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“Now I'm seeing clearly how I still need you near me -- I still love you so... There's something between us that won't ever leave us -- There's no letting go... We had a ‘once in a lifetime,’ But I just didn't know it 'til my life fell apart...”

~“If Ever You’re In My Arms Again,” by Peabo Bryson

x~x~x~x

His entire school career and beyond, Orion Amari had always been the wise counselor to his friends and teammates when it came to finding balance with their emotions and lives. Even though he had his own struggles thanks to his less-than-balanced childhood in an orphanage and suffered from anxiety attacks every-so-often, he’d still been able to live a healthy life regardless and find proper coping mechanisms for his trauma. When Orion found himself falling in love, however, it was a struggle he hadn’t known quite how to handle, or even how best to ask for help with.

Orion realized something was off-balance when Carewyn Cromwell -- a Slytherin one year younger than him who he’d finally managed to convince to rejoin his Quidditch team after three years to help their team win the Quidditch Cup Final -- got badly injured by a Bludger and ended up in the Hospital Wing with a bruised lung. Carewyn’s condition had paralyzed Orion in a severe anxiety attack the likes of which his teammates had rarely seen before, and although he managed to get his emotions under control once Carewyn was conscious, even he was unsettled by how bad the attack was. Admittedly, though, Orion had always been quite fond of Carewyn, given how well they saw eye to eye and how much they both respected each other, and Orion had felt responsible for her having gotten injured. He probably would’ve simply passed his feelings off as just guilt and worry were it not for what he saw the morning of the Quidditch Cup Award Ceremony.

While training before dawn as he always did in good weather, Orion caught sight of a gleaming white Patronus in the form of a Winged Horse. His breath stilled, disbelieving -- it was the same as the Patronus he himself had only just learned to conjure earlier that year in Defense Against the Dark Arts. And when he flew down after the Patronus and saw who had cast it, he found Carewyn waiting for him in McNully’s commentator box. Orion would look back on that day and wonder how in the world he reacted as calmly as he did, while knowing the superstition surrounding people sharing Patronuses -- but at the time, the sight had only made him want to be with her, to talk with her, to...look at her...look upon her with more clarity than he ever had before. And when he did, he realized that Carewyn Cromwell truly was a beautiful person: a selfless, kind, resourceful person with more fire than a Fire Crab and all the courage of a Chinese Fireball. It was little wonder that her classmates regarded her with such admiration, whether because of her Cursebreaking or not. Anyone could fall in love with the likes of Carewyn Cromwell. Even he...could see himself falling in love with such a woman.

And yet, when another person might have tried to make a move...Orion hesitated. He only had one week remaining at Hogwarts, before he graduated and joined the Montrose Magpies as their newest Chaser. The dream he’d worked so hard for -- his “gold,” if one recalls Orion valuing the “tenacity of a niffler” -- was finally within his grasp. Could he really put all of that at risk, by trying to alter course now? And Carewyn had her own “gold” as well -- her quest to protect Hogwarts from the Cursed Vaults. She would never choose a romance over helping her brother and protecting her own found family. Orion didn’t even know if what Carewyn and he had could even be considered a romance. Would he even have looked at Carewyn as anything romantic if he hadn’t seen her Patronus? He wasn’t sure...but now that he had, wouldn’t he then be assuming that there was more between them than there really was? Was he only projecting the “soulmates” superstition onto them, just because he fancied her? A crush was not love, after all. As much as he himself believed in fate as well, Orion knew that Carewyn did not. More importantly, he knew she’d both want and deserve someone who loved her for who she was, not due to some old magical wives’ tale. As much as he admired her, Orion couldn’t say definitively that he was in love with Carewyn, and the thought of putting all of his dreams on hold just to try to grab at a chance -- as a Slytherin, Orion just couldn’t see the sense in it. He couldn’t make that choice, not after he’d worked so hard! A Chaser can’t get distracted by the Golden Snitch, when their job is to score goals. And perhaps, in the deepest, darkest part of himself...Orion worried that he could never be what Carewyn needed. He knew how much she loved her brother and how much she wanted her family to be as it once was -- he remembered the pain in her eyes, when he’d first told her he was an orphan. Carewyn needed a family -- a home -- something stable and warm to return to...all things Orion knew absolutely nothing about. He didn’t want a conventional family life -- he had no interest in getting married or having lots of kids or buying a house with a white-picket fence. He wanted to play Quidditch and be free to live his own life, the way he wanted. And as much as he thought it was possible he could fall in love with Carewyn some day, he dreaded the thought of sacrificing everything he’d ever wanted to pursue her -- of giving up the “gold” he’d been chasing for so long.

And so, after a lot of thought, Orion made the decision to keep his feelings to himself. If they were truly meant to be, maybe their paths would realign again someday, he told himself. It was a decision that tormented Orion for the next six years he played for the Montrose Magpies. Not that he talked to much of anyone about his inner conflict -- even Orion’s best friends Skye Parkin and Murphy McNully and “star twin” KC @kc-needs-coffee could only really read between the lines, noticing that he seemed oddly avoidant whenever any mention of Carewyn was brought up. Orion even entered into a few relationships, but none of them lasted long, often because Orion’s partner wanted “more” than Orion was willing to give. The Star Chaser didn’t want to sacrifice his freedom, his dreams, or his independence. It was the main reason he hadn’t chased Carewyn in the first place...even though she’d seemed to understand him so much more than any partner he’d ever had. Carewyn would still send him letters sometimes -- Orion didn’t answer as much as he probably should have, but he always had a lot of difficulty answering her letters whenever he was in a relationship. It made him feel like he was being unfaithful, somehow. And as the years went on and Orion lived his own life and heard about Carewyn’s successful trials at the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, he tried to tell himself all the more that he’d made the right choice not to pursue Carewyn. If you love someone, you have to be willing to set them free, right? Not that he knew for sure that he’d been in love with her, but...they could’ve been something, maybe...if he hadn’t been so cowardly...

Orion’s longest relationship was with a young woman named Delilah Flint, who had taken a desk job with the Magpies’ PR department. The distinction probably wouldn’t have had much weight (given that they’d still only been together for about a year), were it not for Delilah ending up pregnant. Neither Orion nor Delilah had ever been interested in marriage, Orion because he didn’t see much reason and Delilah because she came from a family who would’ve never approved of her marrying an orphan of mixed magical ancestry -- but after the birth of their daughter Eos in summer 1996, the two reacted in completely opposite ways. Orion, who had never really had much interest in having a family, nonetheless felt a wonderful new paternal feeling swelling up in his breast toward his daughter and promised himself and Eos that she wouldn’t grow up alone, unsafe, and scared like he had. Delilah, on the other hand, suffered from severe post-partum depression after giving birth, thanks in no small part to when Eos was born (right after the return of Voldemort was revealed to the Wizarding World), and she was also in such severe financial straits that she’d have to go to her pureblood family for help, who would never agree to help her knowing she’d had a child out of wedlock. Delilah tried to give Eos up to an orphanage -- Orion, understandably horrified, tried to pacify Delilah however he could, even going so far as to suggest marriage if it meant keeping her and his infant daughter in his life...but in the end, that December, Delilah dropped Eos in Orion’s lap and left, never to be seen again.

The following year, the Ministry fell, and Orion had to go on the run, just barely escaping the Death Eaters with Eos thanks to the help of his Quidditch League associates McNully, Skye, Erika Rath, Oliver Wood, and Andre Egwu. Going on the run with a one-year-old was a difficult proposition, and after several months, a group of Snatchers cornered Orion trying to covertly purchase a new wand from a private vendor after his had gotten broken, and they took him into custody. Orion, who was bundled up in a cloak and looked to be holding his arm as if it was broken under it, went quietly with the Snatchers to the Ministry, his face oddly pale as he forcibly tried to calm his intense anxiety. He was rounded up with several other prisoners and put in a room in the Department of Mysteries until they could be “processed through the court” (read: wrongly convicted of “stealing magic”) and transported to Azkaban.

Fortunately for Orion, Aurors Angelo Lancaster @angellazull and Talbott Winger had caught wind that a new round of prisoners had been brought in, and they reached out to their main contact in Magical Law for help in busting them out. The contact -- an old school friend of theirs who was an up-and-coming lawyer -- arranged the trial hearings’ schedule so that there was a noticeable window of time before they started. In that short time, Angelo, Talbott, and their contact were able to break into the room and rescue the prisoners...and yes, the contact in question did indeed turn out to be a pretty young woman with emotional, almond-shaped blue eyes and a short ginger bob wearing flowing dress robes and bright red lipstick.

When Carewyn and Orion got over the shock of seeing each other face-to-face again for the first time in six years, one of their very first exchanges was --

“You cut your hair.”

“So did you.”

Another involved Carewyn offering to mend the “arm” Orion was holding under his cloak.

“You’re hurt...let me -- ”

“No! No, I’m...not hurt...I...”

When Orion tentatively raised his cloak to show Carewyn his tiny daughter bundled up in a wrap around his chest and cradled in his arms, part of him had wondered how she would react. He hadn’t mentioned Delilah or any of his other relationships to her in those short responses he’d sent her -- it’d been uncomfortable for him, to try to talk about his love life in his letters to her. But regardless of the surprise that rippled over her face, when Carewyn looked from the little baby to up into Orion’s dark eyes, her pale face nonetheless betrayed a weak smile.

“Is...is it a she?”

“Yes. ...Her name is Eos.”

Carewyn’s eyes softened visibly, welling up with a beautiful warmth, like the kind Orion had sometimes seen her show toward her friend Barnaby or younger students like Cedric Diggory. A maternal warmth...

“She’s beautiful.”

Carewyn’s whisper made Orion’s heart swell up in his chest, slamming against his ribs as if it wished to push itself through a set of prison bars. Even after so many years, her soul was truly more like his than anyone else Orion had ever known before.

Together Carewyn, Talbott,and Angelo worked to shrink all of the prisoners down to a size that they could smuggle them out of the Ministry and then help them go into hiding. After the War was over, Carewyn helped Orion with the paperwork needed for him to claim sole custody of Eos, since Orion and Delilah not being legal partners meant that Delilah and her family would have first priority if they ever sued for custody. Orion wasn’t sure if the Flints ever would try to take Eos, but Carewyn was determined not to give them any legal opening.

“You fought for her, Orion, not them. And now I plan to fight for you.”

“Carewyn...”

“No. I don’t want them to ever feel like they can just waltz in and take her, not after leaving her to the wolves. I’ll do whatever I have to, to make sure Eos stays with the man who put his life on the line to keep her in his life and safe. She deserves that.”

The stubborn fire in Carewyn’s blue eyes and the sincerity of her convictions was all it took. Orion had been on the edge for so long, feeling faintly off-kilter with every step for seven years, but had always just barely managed to feign composure and balance...but now, in a single moment, it was all for naught. He had fallen -- despite his best efforts, despite all of his avoidance and his flagrant cowardice -- into the wonderful, swirling abyss of ethereal, warm chaos that men called “love.” In that moment, and in many moments after, Orion cursed himself for not chasing after Carewyn Cromwell from the very start...for wasting so much time and being so passive, so short-sighted...so consumed by “what-if’s” that he’d completely discarded the “what-could-be’s.”

Fortunately there was a chance, now, to make up for lost time. A rose is no less beautiful just because it blooms slowly.

#my art #my writing #hphm #hogwarts mystery #orion amari #carewyn cromwell #murphy mcnully #skye parkin #katriona cassiopeia #angelo lancaster #talbott winger #other people's mcs #eos amari #orion's haircut is basically a 'long hair with an undercut' look #that way he can tie his hair up and have it completely off his neck when he's flying #and of course he still wears his classic arm warmers XD #can I also just say that as an INFP I totally get the feel of being overwhelmed by 'what-if's'#to the point that you're too paralyzed to actually act?#and yeah choosing between your dreams and a budding crush does seem like kind of an unpleasant crossroads #and I daresay after making the choice not to pursue a romance it would be that bit harder to try to pursue that person #orion and carey's lives ARE very different -- right down to where they live for their jobs london england VS montrose scotland #naturally they find a way to work that out but it would seem like a pretty significant obstacle #and honestly it's probably good that these two took some time apart #carey needed to come to grips with her asexuality before pursuing any other serious relationships #and now orion has some relationship experience under his belt too #plus carey and orion both have their own kids now! carewyn becomes erik apollo's legal guardian post-War #yay single parents!! 83

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wing-ed-thing · 3 years

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Cabaret (Might Guy x Reader, Part I)

Summary: You can't stand Might Guy. Honestly, how could anyone be so boisterously unaware and sickeningly positive? Your heart sinks as the both of you are teamed up to infiltrate and collect information from the Hidden Sound's gritty underground. Maybe losing yourselves in the dark of the the Sound’s nightlife will help you both come to an understanding.

Chapter I Chapter II Chapter III Chapter IV Chapter V Chapter VI Chapter VII Chapter VIIIChapter IX Chapter X Chapter XI

Notes: Woo! I'm really excited about this story. I have a feeling that it's going to be fairly long. I feel like my writing style is more suited for fluffy works but I'm really going the lengths to try to make this work as amazing as I can! I think it's an interesting take to have the reader go on a journey of self development and play around with how Guy as such a positive character reacts to darker themed situations.

You couldn’t stand Might Guy. It wasn’t as if you hadn’t tried to escape him, because you had tried multiple times a day. Avoiding Konoha’s “Handsome Devil” just proved to be more of a challenge than you thought. It was as if you saw him everywhere. Well, more heard him everywhere. No matter where you were or what time of day, you seemed to always be in the presence of Might Guy. And everywhere, his voice rang annoyingly loud. If you went to the market, he was walking through on his hands. If you went to the armory, he was laughing jovially with your fellow jounin. He was always shouting, doing some ridiculous challenge that made you cringe inwardly. Honestly, how could anyone be so boisterously unaware and sickeningly positive? And sometimes, on the rarest, unfortunate occasion, he would try to talk to you. Whenever that happened, you got this horrible feeling. It was like a fluttering in your chest and a pit in your stomach. You felt off, distracted. Might Guy just rubbed you the wrong way and there were no two ways about it.

These were all things you reflected on as you stood in front of Lady Tsunade.

“W-what did you say?” you sputtered slightly. A chill ran through you. You did not hear what you just heard.

“I’m sending you and Guy-san out on a mission,” she repeated sternly. You stared at her in shock. The door to her office creaked open. “Ah, here he is now.”

You looked over your shoulder and sure enough stood the one and only Might Guy.

“Are you kidding me?” You whip your head towards Tsunade. “Why do I have to team up with him?”

Now, Might Guy was not one to care about what people thought about him. That’s not what Papa Dai taught his son, but what he did care about was a healthy relationship with his comrades. When Guy thought about it, he didn’t know much about you and he couldn’t quite put a finger on what it was that was obstructing your ability to become friends. It wasn’t like you completely despised him, right? Now, as you stood in front of him complaining about your pairing, he couldn’t help but wonder what he did wrong to make you not like him.

“Enough!” Tsunade snapped. She cleared her throat. “We received intelligence about Akatsuki sympathizers in the Hidden Sound and a plot against the Leaf. Find where the information is being exchanged. That’s your mission. Find this place, infiltrate it, and covertly gather information about this upcoming attack.”

“Lady Tsunade, respectfully-”, you glanced over at Guy who was now by your side- “could this mission not be achieved by me alone? We’re talking about covert here. Perhaps I could work with the informant?”

“I hand selected you and Guy because your abilities together create a balanced team.” Tsunade squinted her eyes at you. Her words dripped like venom. “Of course, if what you’re telling me is that you’re not cut out for this mission, other arrangements can be made.” You huffed. There weren’t many people who you would back down from, but Tsunade was one of them. She had your respect even without being Hokage and you weren’t about to further question her decision- even if you didn’t like it.

“No, my Lady.” You attempted to not let a scowl make its way onto your lips. You weren’t sure how successful you were.

“Wonderful,” She spoke quickly, not giving you another opportunity to complain. Tsunade motioned to Shizune who gave the both of you two files. “You have everything you need.” She dismissed you from her office impatiently. Tsunade was never one to be in the mood for backtalk and she wasn’t starting today.

You and Guy stood outside her door. He had already begun to flip through his file. You opened yours. Guy glanced over.

“‘Genki and Yume’, huh? That’s a little on the nose, don’t you think?” He chuckled. You let out a slight hum of acknowledgement, beginning to make your way down the hall. Guy paused and blinked before following you. You strided swiftly down the hall. Guy took slightly larger steps to keep up. He didn’t seem to get the hint. “It looks like intelligence got us an in at some place in the downtown Hidden Sound. I think I could get used to my name. It has a nice ring to it, don’t you think? But I won’t lie to you, I don’t exactly know much about the underground nightlife scene but-”

You whirled around, gritting your teeth. Is he always going to talk so much?

“Look,” you prodded a finger into his chest, pushing him back slightly, “We both know that I could do this mission on my own.” You peered at him with fiery eyes, punctuating your phrases by pushing him farther back. “I don’t know why Lady Tsunade thought that I needed you for back-up but you can just stay out of my way.”

Guy’s back met the wall. Your hand was still on his chest as you stood face to face. Guy looked down at you with widened eyes. You paused and found yourself studying his features. You followed the frame of it with your gaze traveling from his cheek bones, to his brows, and down to his eyes. You could see the flicker of confusion in them and something else. Your breath slowed. Guy wanted to understand, that’s what it was. You huffed, bunching your hand at the front of his jumpsuit. You gave him one last shove back against the wall before you stomped away.

Might Guy stood where you left him for a beat. His back was still flush against the wall behind him. His shoulders relaxed a bit. Guy let out a staggered breath as he thought once more about why you seemed to not like him so much. But like most times, when Guy became pensive, he exercised, so that’s what he decided to do. As soon as he left the Hokage building he broke into a jog, thinking about what had happened.

You got along with all the other Jounin, but, much to his dismay, he had a hard time conversing with you. He tried to keep it casual, waving to you when he saw you in the market or make you laugh when you ran into each other at the armory. Sometimes if he could catch you, he’d try to make small talk, but it always seemed like you had somewhere to be. He didn’t get it.

Something else he didn’t know was that his jogging route went directly past your apartment. You got fed up around his 500th lap. You had found yourself waiting by the window, watching as he ran by. You caught yourself and lashed the curtains closed. You didn’t know who exactly Might Guy thought he was. He sure had some nerve to work out by your apartment building after he ruined your mission. Might Guy, with his bangs held back by his forehead protector. Might Guy, with all his muscles rippling under that jumpsuit of his. You couldn’t help but try to sneak a peak from the sliver of window the curtains didn’t cover out of the corner of your eye. You fought a blush that would come onto your cheeks. Not that you would admit to having a blush, not ever.

You settled into your bed for one final night before you left, the mission file tucked in your lap. Drifting off to sleep, hoped that this mission wouldn’t last long.

Notes if you fancy:

I know I’m being redundant but I’m really curious to see how this goes. I always write for myself because I feel like works don't come out well if you're constantly thinking about whether or not people like it, but I'm really curious how people will react to a Reader Insert who's not perfect and has things to learn. I don't know, I like writing my reader inserts as people who grow and learn. I hope that's an interesting take.

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Unteachable III: Distractions

Author’s Note: So, I had slacked off on this because I lost some motivation lol, but this series is back! I will try my best to post weekly!! Please let me know what you think! Happy Reading!

Warnings: Smut. Drama.

Parings: Professor!Henry! Cavill x Reader, Charlie Hunnam X Reader

Masterlist for previous parts.

Moving had been easier than you thought, it helped your brother wanted you out. He had done half of it for you, and when henry joined in you, you were in your new place within two weeks of signing the lease. It was not close to Henry’s, which in retrospect it didn’t matter. You saw him every day regardless, he would drive to you, or you would haul ass to him if you had to, but Henry didn’t require all of that.

The new house was spacious, and more importantly, it was your own, and it was all that you could want. Your living room was compiled of grays and specs of red throughout the decor. All modern, all easy and all just the way you loved it.

The call came late in the afternoon, it was not one you were expecting either. Henry was the only person that called you besides your parents occasionally, and he was on his way over.

You were tempted to ignore the number, but you didn’t. you slid your finger over it and pressed the phone to your ear. “Hello.”

“Angel.” His smooth voice sent chills up your spine, how could you hate and love a damn voice that fucking much.

“Charlie.” You breathed. “How did you get this number?”

“Your brother and sister-in-law saw me downtown, and I asked.” he paused. The breakup had not been on bad terms, but it had been a few months, and hearing from him rattled you.

“Oh.” You paused. “Why are you in town?”

“I accepted a position in town for a year or so,” He exhaled. “And I-,” he stopped his words.

The initial reason for the break up was easy; he didn’t want a long-distance relationship. But then that whole thing revealed issues with him you didn’t know you had. Were you not worth the distance? It’s all that you thought about, “I’m happy for you.”

“I wanted to talk to you about some things that happened before you moved here if you have a minute?”

“I have someone.” You blurted out.

He chuckled. “Congrats.” It was quiet for a minute, the words resonated with him and you didn’t have anything to say. Henry was all you could think about and had he came one month earlier, you would have jumped back into his arms, but not now. “I never wanted to leave you.” He said. “I just wasn’t ready to leave the life I had, you know?”

“I know that you didn’t think that I was worth the struggle of distance.”

“Y/N, that’s not true.” He scoffed. “I hate that you even felt that way.”

“Why now? Because you’re here.”

“I moved because this is what I thought you wanted.”

“That’s a shit excuse, Charlie!”

“That’s what I have, I tried to move on, but I couldn’t even look at another woman with comparing her to you, without thinking she will never be good as you.”

“Shut up.” Your voice broke.

“Four years of my life was spent with you, and you just move on.”

“It has not been easy.”

“Then give me a damn chance, please?”

The doorbell chimed right before Henry burst into the living room with bags of food and wine. “Y/N.” He sang. “I hope that you’re prepared to be wowed by the movies I got.” Henry spun around to the small table in the bay window, and then his eyes met you. He started at your feet, the frog slippers were your favorite accompanied by the matching shorts and tank top he had given you. “You look like you are ready to fight someone.” He laughed. “Are you okay?”

“Just the editor from the paper trying to change some deadlines, babe.” You chuckled nervously.

“Okay, I’ll leave you be.”

“Give me a chance, please.”

“Yeah, well, let me think about that, okay.” You ended the call, tossing the phone to the couch and ran over to him.

Henry was easy to be with, he wanted nothing more than time and to know you cared. It was hard not to care for him, he was dedicated to making sure it worked even though his job was at risk. Your arms wrapped around his waist from behind, and you inhale. “Miss me?”

“I always do.”

“That’s good to know.” Henry fixed your plate and poured the wine. “What was the editor saying?”

“She needed a new lifestyle article like tomorrow.”

“I can leave.”

“No, she can wait.”

“Rebel.” Henry turned to face you. The stubble of his five o’clock shadow teased you as he dipped his head down to your breast and sucked at the supple flesh. “You taste like cake. What do you have on?”

“Ohh. dropped the honey bun there earlier.” You laughed. “The food is gonna get cold.”

“We have a microwave.” He smirked.

“Good thing you brought that over, then isn’t it.” You pushed your fingers through his curly mane and wrapped your legs around him.

“I like to plan ahead.”

Henry graded papers in the library, third floor in a dark corner. He did this every Friday night, and it didn’t matter if you had plans or not, he didn’t leave until it was done. You’d grown used to the routine, five weeks of dating the professor, and you had learned he liked a procedure for everything.

“I’ll be done in a few.” He whispered after glancing up at you.

It was simple to say, you found this routine tedious and unneeded. He could grade papers in bed after he was done exhausting you. “Take your time, professor.” You leaned back in the chair across from him with your arms folded and a smug smile on your face. He always had a good way of making it up to you. Last time it was dinner and a movie. Only the dinner was you, and the film was rewatching the scene you’d done an hour earlier. Watching yourself fuck him done something for you, it was an experience. The way your body moved on him and watching his face distort when he was on the precipe of a release. You squeezed your thighs together, your teeth tugged on your bottom lip, and a sigh followed.

Henry peered up at you through the square, dark-rimmed glasses. “What?”

“Have I told you that you are incredibly sexy in this mode, just serious and brooding.”

“I’m brooding because one of my students won’t let me be productive. She insists on biting her lips and staring a hole into me.”

“Well, she definitely deserves to be punished.” You winked.

“Perhaps I can fit some discipline in after I finish,” Henry smirked, but the desire was clear across your face, and you were willing to take the chance.

“Or, you could do it now.” Your foot slid up his thick thigh, only making you wish you could ride it, better yet ride him in general. “It’s a high chance she won’t learn her lesson until this is properly handled.”

“She’s acting like a spoiled brat.” Henry’s hand touched your foot playfully and then dropped it to the floor along with your phone and everything else in your lap.

“You’re making a mess.”

“Twenty more minutes, baby.” He whispered.

“Fine. Twenty, no more.”

“Thank you.”

The exclusiveness of the library worked to your advantage because there was no way you could actually wait for him to be finished. The entire day had been a conjunction of him teasing you, and you get yourself worked up. You sink down to the floor, reaching for your phone and papers, but your knees guided you in front of him. The only light in this place was the desk lamp Henry had dimmed to keep him from distractions. He didn’t know the distraction was going to be something he didn’t need to see.

Your hands trail up his thighs to the belt buckle, and you watched him stiffen beneath your touch. “Keep working, sir. I’m getting my things.”

Henry’s deep breath was followed by a slight jolt when your hand gripped his semi-erect cock. You felt him lengthen in your hand, the heat rising as he swelled, and you gripped him. “Y/N.” He rasped.

“Shhh, this is a library, sir.” You lifted your head so that your lips could tease the tip of his head, sucking before your tongue swirled swept the drop of precum that beaded at his head. “Wouldn’t want to have anyone interrupt you doing your job.” You took all of him in your mouth, and he throbbed. His legs tensed, and the guttural moan made you wet for him. This might not be enough for you, your hunger for him was only growing more intense when you started to pleasure him. Your head bobbed up and down, taking all of him and then swallowing around his cock only to repeat the action again, grazing your teeth lazily over the veins.

His hand was under the table, gripping a fist full of your hair and urging you to move faster, and you obliged. You added your hands stroking him in between each suck and making him suck air through his teeth.

The floor creaked as the footsteps grew closer, and for a minute, you didn’t care if someone caught you or not; you wanted Henry to cum. You wanted to hear him fall apart because of the magic of your mouth.

“Y/N.” His muffled groans of protest only encourage further, and you suck harder, causing the warm and salty cum to spurt from him, hitting the back of your throat. “Hi,” he said, clearing his throat.

“Professor! It’s good to see you.”

“Dean Carter.” He leaned forward in his seat. “You as well, how are things?”

“Great, I would still love to have you over for poker night.” Dean Carter’s voice was savory, but it was apparent he was older without even seeing him.

“I apologize, I’m not really a poker guy.”

YOu teased licking the head of his cock and watched him jerk in your hands. He was so sensitive. You loved it.

“I see. Spending your Friday night here of all places.” he laughed. “I won’t hold you up. But maybe consider coming one day. I’m sure you would love it.”

“I will.”

The footsteps were departed, and you slid back up in your seat. “Got my things.”

“You’re a psycho.” He laughed.

“You’re welcome, professor. I gave it my best efforts.”

“You did well.” Henry exhaled. “I don’t even want to do this anymore.” He covertly dressed and stood up. “I want you naked... like now. But when we get to my place will work.”

“Is that a demand?”

“It’s a requirement.”

His apartment building had a constant stream of people in and out of it, but you didn’t seem to care as long as Henry got you in there and fucked you senseless. He carried you up the steps as if you weighed nothing and landed you against the door before it could get open. “We have to calm down.” you giggled but unbuttoning his shirt.

“You have to calm down.”

The door opened across the hall, and the face from your past slapped you in the face. He was still handsome. Perfect fucking face, charming ass smile, and he still had the power to make you weak.“Y/N?”

No. No, no the fuck it is not him. “Charlie?”

“Who?” Henry said, confused before lowering you to the ground.

“Y/N, you live here.”

“No, I do.” Henry lifted his hands. “who are you?”

“I’m Charlie.” he extended his hand.

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Sparda Family Bonding Time Series - Part 2

Series Description: It’s family bonding time! Sparda family style! A series of short stories revolving around platonic familial relationships between the members of the DMC crew. Warning: Lots of fluff and bonding ahead.

One Shot

Title: The Apple Never Falls Far From the Tree

Fandom: Devil May Cry

Timeline: Post DMC5

Rating: G

Word Count: 3450

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Summary: Dante gave his brother a pointed stare that clearly stated: Isn’t there something you should be doing right now? Which Vergil pointedly ignored as he turned his eyes elsewhere. Dante sighed.

They hadn’t been back from the underworld for long and this was the first chance Vergil really had to try and connect with his son...and of course he was getting cold feet.

Notes: Not too sure I’m any good at writing Vergil, but hopefully this turned out okay. Sorry if he’s a bit ooc.

Dante watched his brother closely. To anyone else at the table, Vergil probably looked calm, stoic, detached even. But Dante knew better. They were brothers, after all; twins in fact. Yeah, sure there was about a twenty year span of no contact between them (no, Dante did NOT count Mallet Island), but they did grow up together as children. Nobody knew Vergil better than him.

And Dante could tell that Vergil was nervous.

It was in the way he gripped the fork in his hand so tightly, his rigid posture, the way his eyes kept darting around the room, taking in his surroundings as if keeping all escape routes open even though it was unnecessary...until they landed on Dante himself.

Dante gave his brother a pointed stare that clearly stated: Isn’t there something you should be doing right now? Which Vergil pointedly ignored as he turned his eyes elsewhere. Dante huffed.

They hadn’t been back from the underworld for long and this was the first chance Vergil really had to try and connect with his son...and of course he was getting cold feet.

Dante supposed he shouldn’t be surprised, considering it was more than just the two of them and Nero sitting down to dinner. Neither of the brothers were the best at communicating, but Vergil was definitely worse considering his lack of experience. Especially since there were others present that he didn’t know very well.

Not that he knew Nero very well, either. Which is probably why he’d grilled Dante for information about his own son while they were stuck in Hell.

“What is Nero like?” Vergil’s question drew Dante’s attention to him. They were currently resting; no devils had found it necessary to try and kill them over the last few hours and sparring, as much as they enjoyed it, did get a bit old after a while. Honestly, Dante figured Vergil would ask eventually, since he couldn’t really discern that for himself now that they were stuck until they found a way home.

“Thought you got a pretty good taste of that already when he beat you.” Dante chuckled when Vergil shot him a glare.

“I meant under normal circumstances.” Vergil already sounded annoyed. Dante figured if he kept this up, it wouldn’t be long before they were fighting again.

“You mean when he’s not pissed at you?” Dante chuckled again when another glare came his way.

“As I recall, he was angry with you as well.”

Dante grimaced as he rubbed his chin, recalling the punch Nero had decked him with. He swore he could still feel it. “Yeah? Well, can you blame him? Kid grew up without any family and once he has one, seems like they’re just trying to kill each other. Course he’s gonna be pissed.”

“So…he grew up alone?” There was the slightest bit of regret laced in Vergil’s question.

Dante sighed. “Sort of.” Vergil turned to regard him as he spoke. “He grew up in an orphanage. Guess he got left there as a baby with no idea who his parents were. Not completely sure about the whole situation ‘cause I didn’t run into him until he was almost twenty. When we did meet, he had a girlfriend and she and her brother treated Nero like family, so I don’t think he was completely alone.”

Vergil looked at him confused for a moment and Dante could tell there was a question on his mind, about to be asked. “Who taught him swordsmanship, then? I thought perhaps you had, but he’s far too good to have learned since only twenty.”

“Ah, that would be Credo.” When Dante didn’t elaborate, Vergil knew he would have to ask since the name was unfamiliar to him.

“Who?”

“His girlfriend’s brother. He was the head of the Knights of the Order of the Sword at the time or something like that. Like I said, those two treated the kid like family.”

“I see.” Vergil looked away, becoming pensive for a moment. “Well, this Credo has been a good teacher for him, then.”

“Was.” When Dante spoke, Vergil turned to look at him in surprise. “He was a good teacher.”

“He is...” Vergil paused going through the various reasons for Dante’s choice of words in his head before deciding on the most likely one. “...dead?”

“Yeah.” It was hard to miss the frown on Dante’s face. It was so different from his normal countenance. “Died trying to save his sister and Nero from some crazed old maniac trying to use the bloodline of our dad for some idiotic world domination plan. That’s how the kid and I first met. I was there trying to stop the old dude. Unfortunately, I didn’t make it in time to save Credo. Nero or Kyrie either, but at least they were needed alive, so I was able to save them later. Guess the old fart thought his own general was expendable, though. Pretty sure the kid still blames himself for that one.”

Vergil went quiet after that, not saying anymore. Apparently, Dante had given him a few things to ponder on for a while.

That had been the first of many conversations about Nero they’d had while trapped in the underworld. Dante of course, hadn’t told Vergil everything, figuring that it would be better for him to discover some things about his son for himself, but he’d given him a start to grasp onto.

Now if only he’d take it.

Perhaps dinner at Nero’s wasn’t the best time to try and get Vergil to talk to his own son. There were too many other people for it to be comfortable to talk about something so personal. Dante only hoped that once dinner was finished Vergil wouldn’t try to beat a hasty retreat to one of those escape routes he seemed to be constantly looking for.

It was when Kyrie stood up to start clearing the table that Dante saw an opportunity. Nero usually helped her with it, but if someone else did…

“Here let me give you a hand with that, Kyrie.” Dante jumped up and immediately started helping her clear away the dirty dishes. This wasn’t exactly his style, but if it gave his brother some time to talk to his son in private, then he’d make an exception. Just this once, though.

“No! That’s alright! You’re a guest here. There’s no need for you to do that! Nero always-” She stopped short when she noticed Dante was covertly gesturing for her to look over her shoulder. When she turned, she saw Vergil doing his best to avoid eye contact with Nero, who seemed to be studying his father intently, but trying to be discreet about it. Of course, he was failing miserably.

It only took a second for the light bulb to go off in Kyrie’s head and she immediately began to play along. “Oh! I mean, of course! I could sure use the help. Thank you so much!”

This drew Nero’s attention to them. Dante met his gaze, then looked at Vergil and rolled his eyes, attempting to convey to his nephew without words that his father wanted to talk, but was being a coward about it. Maybe this way, Nero would take charge instead. He knew the kid wanted to talk to his father, so maybe knowing Vergil wanted to talk to him as well would help break the ice. Luckily, it worked and Nero nodded in response.

Kyrie had just dismissed the boys from the table and Nico had already booked it back to the garage to work on her next project when Dante heard Nero address his father. “Hey, I was gonna head out back and gets some fresh air. You can join me, if you’d like?”

Vergil’s head whipped around to look at his son while Dante and Kyrie slipped away into the kitchen, but they were still listening intently from just the other side of the door.

“That is…acceptable,” was Vergil’s reply.

Dante cringed. He couldn’t see Nero and Vergil anymore, but he could see Kyrie, and she was cringing, too. The unspoken words between them were conveyed with just that look: certainly not the best choice of words, but at least he hadn’t said no.

Thankfully, Nero seemed to take it in stride. “Come on, then. It’s this way.” A few moments later, they heard the back door shut as the two men stepped out onto the porch.

Kyrie looked at him, then. “If you want to keep an eye on them, you’ll be able to see them from the window over the sink. I won’t be able to hear them from outside so there’s no worry about me being privy to anything Vergil doesn’t want others to know, but you might be able to since your hearing is better so if you’d rather give them some privacy…” she trailed off, not sure how he wanted to go about this. The dishes could wait, if need be. This was far more important.

“We can keep an eye on ‘em. If they’re quiet enough, I shouldn’t be able to pick up on what they’re saying. And if I do hear anything, it��s probably gonna be something I already know. I doubt Verg will tell Nero his whole life story the first go around, but thanks for respecting his privacy, anyway.” Dante smiled at her. Nero couldn’t have made a better choice in a girlfriend. Kyrie smiled back and they set to work on the dishes while keeping an eye on the two men now standing on the back porch.

“So...Why did you leave?”

Vergil was jarred out of his thoughts when Nero suddenly spoke. He’d been standing there, admittedly a bit nervous, trying to sort through what would be the best thing to say. But what can you say to a son you practically abandoned?

In a way it was a relief that Nero spoke up first. It gave him a foothold to start with, at least. He was a bit surprised, though. It wasn’t hard to tell that Nero was just as nervous as he was. He was almost certain they would have stood out there the whole time without saying a word.

“You already know this. Yamato was necessary to close the portal. I had no choice but to go.” He knew he probably should have said more, but the words just wouldn’t come. Why was this so difficult?

“Yeah, I know that.” Nero already sounded annoyed and Vergil realized that if he tried to keep his distance, he’d ruin this chance to connect with his son. “I meant before I was born. Why did you...leave?”

Vergil blinked in surprise. That had not been what he thought Nero was referring to, though he supposed he should not have made assumptions in the first place. Of course his son would want to know about why he was left alone as a baby. And Vergil could tell there was more left unspoken than what Nero had conveyed: Why did you leave us? Why did you leave my mother? Why did you leave me? He recalled what Dante had said about how Nero grew up. He deserved an explanation, at the very least.

“I was unaware of your existence. Not that that is an excuse, but I...I was searching for my father’s power. I couldn’t find the answers I needed in Fortuna so I left. I had to.”

The hard look on Nero’s face softened slightly and gave Vergil a bit of confidence that maybe this wouldn’t be a total disaster.

“Why did you need your father’s power so much?” Nero was genuinely curious Vergil noted, but the reasons hit a bit too close to home for him at the moment. Someday. Someday he would tell him everything, but not now. This conversation should focus on his son, not himself.

“Because without strength, you cannot protect anything, let alone yourself.” He knew his answer was vague. They were the same words he’d spoken to his brother all those years ago, except Dante understood what he meant. He only hoped Nero wouldn’t prod further.

Nero, for his part, just looked at his father for a moment. Vergil was half afraid he would ask him to elaborate, but surprisingly, Nero seemed to understand there was a reason for his vagueness and let it slide. His son was perceptive. The barest hint of pride welled up in him and he decided he rather liked the feeling.

They were silent for a few more moments, and while it still felt a bit uncomfortable, it wasn’t nearly as bad as when they’d first stepped out on the porch. That was progress, he supposed.

Apparently, he was silent too long though, because Nero spoke up again, with a different question this time. “Would you have done things differently had you...known about me?”

Now how was he supposed to answer that? It was over twenty years ago. He had been young and determined. He was no longer the same person he was back then, but he feared what the true answer to that question could have been. Would things have been different if he’d known?

“I...don’t know. I’d like to think that I would have, but...” Vergil faltered, unsure of what real answer he could give Nero.

“But?” Nero prodded when he didn’t finish. He was looking at his father expectantly. Nero deserved to know the truth at least, Vergil decided, after everything he’d grown up without.

“I was young. I had a goal and nothing was going to stop me from getting what I wanted, not even my brother; my own flesh and blood.” The reality of what Vergil was trying to convey seemed to hit Nero, but he remained silent, allowing his father to finish. “I can’t say for sure if there was anything that would have swayed my decisions, but I’d like to think you would have. Forgive me if that’s not enough.”

Nero stared at his father. Vergil refused to meet his eyes, worried about what he might find there. Instead he set his gaze on nothing, simply staring out into the night and braced himself for whatever his son may have had to say in response.

“Maybe it wouldn’t have been enough once, but I’m okay with it now. You had your reasons, you didn’t know, and there’s nothing either of us can do to change it now. All we can do is move forward from here, I guess.”

Vergil turned in surprise to look at Nero. That was certainly not what he expected. He seemed to be a far cry from the angry young man he’d fought at the Qliphoth, but then again, that had been a rather tense situation.

Dante had warned him that Nero could be a bit hot-headed at times; that he sometimes let his emotions get the better of him and reacted without thinking. But this side of Nero, Vergil hadn’t anticipated, though it probably shouldn’t have come as such a surprise. This was his son, after all. Right now, he seemed far more mature than his young age would lead one to believe. That small hint of pride was swelling up within him even more now.

But there was also a deep sense of regret coupled with it. He’d missed everything. From before his son was even born until the moment he’d met him on that fateful day, he hadn’t been there. He hadn’t seen his son grow up over the years into the young man before him today and he felt a sudden overwhelming need to apologize for that as well.

“I’m sorry you grew up alone.”

Nero simply shrugged as if it was nothing, which Vergil knew was not the case. “I wasn’t completely alone. May not have been the best situation, but I had Kyrie and Credo so it wasn’t all bad.”

Vergil recalled what he’d heard from Dante about the two siblings that had been the closest thing to family Nero had while growing up. “Dante mentioned that this Credo taught you swordsmanship. I thought at first that perhaps Dante had, but he said you two did not meet until you were almost twenty.”

“Yeah, that’s right.” Nero’s voice took on a hard edge, as did his expression. It was easy to see that thinking of his surrogate brother was still a painful memory for him. Vergil wasn’t sure he would be any good at comforting his son in this, but even he knew not trying would be a worse option.

“Dante told me what happened to him. I’m...sorry for the loss our father’s legacy has caused you.”

Nero didn’t respond and Vergil worried if maybe that had been the wrong thing to say, so he tried another approach. “He must have been a very good teacher. It shows in you.”

That got a response. Nero looked up in surprise at his father. “You...you mean that?”

“I wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true. Giving you a false sense of accomplishment would only hinder, not help you. I may have been tired from my fight with Dante, but it was easy to see your level of skill during ours. You learned well.” Vergil smirked then. He was aware that Dante could likely hear their conversation and would never pass up an opportunity to make a jab at his brother. “Far better than you would have if Dante had taught you.”

That got a laugh out of his son. “Definitely,” Nero agreed. “Dante wasn’t very straightforward about a lot of things, anyway.”

“What do you mean?” Vergil was confused now. What could Nero mean by that?

“Well, I didn’t even know he and I were related until the Redgrave incident.”

Vergil’s confusion turned to surprise. Dante had never said anything to him before that? “He never told you?”

“Not until you disappeared through that portal after you put yourself back together. Dante kinda just dropped it on me so I wouldn’t keep trying to go after you.” Nero could tell by Vergil’s expression that he wasn’t too happy with his uncle. He certainly didn’t want them fighting again and decided to try and diffuse any possible problem before it could start. “But it’s alright, I guess. Can’t change it now, anyway. Makes me not feel so guilty about stabbing him the first time we met, though.”

That threw Vergil for a loop. “You...stabbed him?” Dante had somewhat glossed over his first meeting with Nero and Vergil was now realizing there may have been a reason for that.

“Yeah well, He kinda dropped in and assassinated the head of the Order in front of the whole congregation. I was a knight under Credo’s command, so we ended up in a fight. Pretty sure he was going easy on me. Still, I impaled him with his own sword because he went a little too easy on me.” The smugness in Nero’s voice was not lost on him.

But disbelief was on Vergil’s face at first. It didn’t last long though, before Nero’s story drew a wry chuckle out of him. He recalled a certain fight with his brother during the Temen-Ni-Gru incident which bore a similar ending for Dante.

“The apple never falls far from the tree, it seems.”

Father and son looked at each other in what might have been a nice moment for the two, but was interrupted by a very familiar voice yelling, “Aw! Come on!” from the direction of the kitchen window.

It was followed by the panicked sound of Kyrie’s voice asking, “Is everything okay?!” which had both men out on the back porch chuckling. Whatever conversation went on in the kitchen after that was blocked from their hearing, but it was unimportant in the moment anyway.

A silence fell over the two of them, but now it was no longer uncomfortable. That feeling of pride in his son, for what he had endured and what kind of life he’d made for himself, was back stronger than ever and Vergil felt the sudden urge to let Nero know how he felt.

“I’m proud of who you are.” Vergil looked his son in the eyes and watched as the reality of what he’d just said dawned on his son’s face.

Nero recovered quickly though, and what he said next Vergil knew he would never forget, for as long as he lived.

“Thanks...Dad.”

Vergil looked away out into the night, afraid of the amount of emotion he might be showing in his expression. But out of the corner of his eye, he could see that Nero was smiling. And now, he was too.

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Makuta Nova Bio

this is the full life biography of makuta nova, one of my OCs. decided to write it like one of the online serials from G1. points to anyone who can find the reference to g2 in here(and its not the one you might think it is)

Since her creation, Makuta Nova was highly proud of her race and dedicated to the brotherhood as a whole. She was always a fierce warrior but mostly analytical, preferring command and tactics to combat.

Physically, makuta nova was tall and elegant but intimidating in appearance. Her size was average, not towering, among her own kind but most beings of the matoran universe would be looking up to meet her gaze. She wore bulky armor on her upper body to belie her slender frame and present a more intimidating visage. She wore the sleek mask of probability, its curves and points sweeping backwards. It was black save for a pointed red crest at its tip. Its power enhanced her already cold decision making. From behind her mask she had long, triangular antlers protruding straight outward on each side of her head. Her armor was black with white and red highlights; a battle skirt, open in the front, hung from her waist. When forced to partake in battle, she typically wielded a double bladed sword in combat, her signature weapon, as well as a long bladed whip on occasion.

In the brotherhoods years of their assigned role of creating rahi, she is credited as the designer and progenitor of the Manas and Kikanalo, for which she was very proud. Early in the makutas history she had a decent, though like all makuta, distant, relationship with the toa and matoran. She was made the "guardian" of Iron-Forge, a small island set in the silver sea between the northern and southern continents. It was the home of a large settlement of Fe-matoran. Proud of her rahi creations, she saw many of them brought to the island. She also developed a fondness for collecting rare or powerful Kanohi masks, often hiring dark hunters, lone toa or other rogue beings to seek them out for her. The jewel her collection was the powerful, Cephalopod-like mask of control.

Eventually, the fateful day came which changed the destiny of the makuta forever more. Teridax, the makuta of metru nui and closest confident to both their leader miserix and the great spirit himself, inproduced "the plan". Said plan was the overthrowing of mata nui himself and for the makuta to take control of the matoran universe. This was also a clear attempt by teridax to wrest control of the brotherhood for himself. She was one who intended to side with Miserix against the plan, sensing it a folly to attempt. It was clear where such thought had crept in from, with the failed attempt at the same by the barraki warlords, teridax regardless apparently found himself inspired. The two battled, and teridax stood triumphant. Miserix was intelligent and cautious, but lacked the ferocious drive teridax could achieve when pushed. Afterwards, she did wish to stand with miserix against Teridaxs coup' but passed due to using her mask to sense the result that it would produce. Teridax was ambitious and brutal but also intelligent, charismatic and seductive. For whatever their many reasons for doing so, the majority of the brotherhood rallied behind him.

Of the 100 makuta that existed, only 5 foolishly chose to stand with miserix in his defeat. They paid for that decision with their lives, as she would have if she were not as wise as she was. Teridax took command of the makuta, and preporations for "the plan" were set in motion. Miserix of course needed to be dealt with, and Krika was made responsible for his termination. A short time later she did learn of krika's sparing of miserix and, holding both makuta in high regard, and believing it to be a wise decision, concealed the truth. Miserix might very well prove to be an important factor someday.

She was one of the only makuta who voiced against their transformation into pure energy forms. Despite that their bodies were evolving to this state on its own, she hypothesized the possible future risks it presented but was overruled by teridax. Now an energy form, she had the Nynrah Ghosts reinforce her armor but ensure her appearance remained unchanged. She joined in the collective deceicion by the makuta to shun their inner light, making them pure being of shadow. This would make them stronger and ensure greater success to their ultimate goals in her mind. She rather enjoyed the power over shadow that this change gave her.

Over the many years of preparation of the plan, she filled her role, ruking her designated island. As the fe-matoran, as toa, were soon considered a threat to the makuta, she kept a strong authoritative hold on them. She eventually grew to resent teridax and vindictively fostered advancement in the matoran on her island as a form of defiance. It was her belief that the toa of iron, which the brotherhood had begun to closely monitor and even kill, could be properly used by the makuta rather than seen as threats. However, upon hearing that there was a surviving toa of iron, zaria, who had slain another makuta, she personally dispatched dozens of rahkshi to hunt him down. She feared that the toas existence would somehow be blamed on her and all that she had worked towards on her island would be torn down. The rahkshi always returned empty handed, for which she terminated them herself.

She remained on her now fortified island, overseeing the safety of her matoran on the day of the great cataclysm. The result of its effects left her island in perpetual night from that day on. She forbade contact with other islands in attempt to keep the matoran of her island unaware of the makutas treachery against mata nui. She wisely protected herself during the brotherhoods war with the order of mata nui by misleading and militarizing the fe-matoran to be hostile to the order.

She survived to see the completion of "the plan"; teridax taking control of mata nuis body and the entire matoran universe. This however led to the loss of the matoran of her island, who fled to metru nui, no doubt learning finally of the deeds of the makuta there. With the deaths of many of the brotherhoods high ranking members on Karda nui, and mourning krikas death, nova was promoted to chief of the remaining makuta under teridax. Many had been killed also in the war with the order of mata nui, and their numbers were now only at 42 makuta, including teridax. She reluctantly but dutifully abandoned her island and followed his commands, advising the inexperienced new turaga ahkmou and leading the other makuta in producing more kraata to bolster the rahkshi army. Sensing the inevitable treachery of teridax, she gathered a small group of like-minded makuta members to escape into hiding when their task was complete.

They did, and none too soon as teridax indeed moved ahead with terminating the other makuta very soon after his takeover. Though they escaped, they were not free of his gaze or his omnipotent power. With destral no longer safe, they fled to Iron Forge, only to find it in ruin and overrun by hordes of the now corrupted rahi, a cruel jest by teridax. He personally slew the other makuta, maliciously leaving nova for last to perish at the claws of her rabid creations. She fought fiercely and without mercy, slaying many but was overcome by the wild horde. Though her body was destroyed in the gruesome onslaught, her antidermis survived and possessed the body of a kikanalo she had disabled. She was only spared complete obliteration by teridax as unseen goings on drew his attention. She did sense the survival of another makuta; miserix. Perhaps that he is what had drawn the new gods attention, or he could proave a valuable ally against teridax. Regardless, alive for the time being, she chose to remain in this form, hidden and in exile, allowing the matoran universe to believe the remainder of the makuta were now extinct. With her original mask destroyed, from her ruined palace she retrieved the mask of control, anticipated its possible future use.

Sometime later, with the long awaited death of teridax having come, and sensing the survival of miserix, she migrated to spherus magna in her rahi form. Her goal was finding The Nynrah Ghosts to rebuild her a proper body. After some months, amid the chaos of the exodus and merging of the peoples, she did locate them. They were of course less than reluctant to help a makuta, but the mask of control as a bartering chip proved impressive enough to convince them. A new form, modelled on her original body, even with a new mask, was built and her antidermis transferred to it. She then used her shadow powers to render all the ghosts temporarily comatose, only so she could take back the mask and leave. This was the first of many dangerous, calculated risks she would need to take to survive.

She covertly managed to locate the matoran of her former domain, and through pretty words and manipulative truths, won back their loyalty. She then appeared before the new government of spherus magna; the toa mata, turaga, agori chieftains and glatorian leaders. She made her intentions clear; she wished to have place in the new world, free of past misdeeds of the makuta. There was not full truth to that but it was enough. There was still mistrust, hate and a mind for vengeance in these who she was beseeching to. She had brought her loyal matoran with her as a show of her "better nature" and as her trump card, presented the mask of control. Tempting that she was handing over a means for them to control her if they chose, and giving in to that as an act of good faith.

These events managed to gain her what she desired; amnesty, a small kingdom of her own in which her matoran can live and a voice in the new government. She was no fool or lover of peace time; there were always plans and always threats. She had recruited a horde of the nomadic skrall, both male and female, to act as her countries military and enforcers. The glatorian strakk, an outcast of his kind, she also took in, making him her bodyguard, finding his greed and battle lust easy to manipulate.

While she relished her new lordship, always her mind was on what troubles may come her way. Toa, the order, miserix; so many with a mind for vengeance may come looking for her. Precautions were set in place for quickly summoning the toa for aid, but for now, the "mistress of shadow" as she came to be known, intended to relish her days under the sun.

#bionicle #Makuta #OC

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vios-rockland-corner · 4 years

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Rockland: Misfits and Professionals connection

The date of this post is 3/27/20. Please note that information revealed at this time via Patreon or any of the creator’s blogs may be subject to change after this date.

With a visual line-up of at least four characters each for the Misfits and the Professionals, I finally get the chance to delve a little into the connection between the groups.

(Few spoilers below for The Misfits: First Blood demo)

There’s an additional source of information here I’ll be using that I won’t give away yet because it’s definitely more of a “the creators should be responsible for announcing it when they feel it’s ready.” It’s a work in progress. Don’t worry though, it’s not like you’re missing a lot of information. Really the only information that wasn’t posted on tumblr I’ll be discussing here is ages and some family relations.

Let’s get the easy one out of the way: The biggest difference between the known characters that make up the Misfits and the known characters that make up the Professionals is age. The Misfits are adults but much younger (in their 20′s) while the Professionals are middle aged. The name “the Professionals” pretty much tells you all you need to know. These are established adults who know what they’re doing. While we can still speculate a little on the nature of “the Misfits,” it’s probably safe to say they likely aren’t as organized or put together (either when it comes to killing, career or personality wise) as the older characters are. To me is almost looks like you’re comparing a group of trouble-making “kids” to well-kept serial killers.

Yes I know that there’s not an official confirmation that all the characters from the Professionals are murderers as well, but I think it’s a pretty safe bet because of how closely these characters are connected. For example, pretty easy for everyone to spot in the line-up Quinton Willow, Charlie Willow and Alchemy Willow. Quinton (who I’ll refer to as Quill) is Charlie and Alchemy’s son. If you’ve played the Misfits: First Blood demo, you MIGHT remember Quill talking about learning from a man called Alchemy and talking about how the funeral home is a family business. At the time, I had no idea who this Alchemy person was. Quill kept spouting a million things a minute and throwing out all sorts of names without reservation that it was hard to decipher who each new character was. Bonus: NOW I get theSydney reference he makes when he uses an injection to knock out the MC (Hmmm so does Sydney also have such needles? Or does he have a different knock out method he prefers?)

It’s strange to me that Quill calls Alchemy by his first name. There’s three possibilities for why though: a) He doesn’t have a good relationship with him, b) he has more of a professional relationship with his father than anything or c)...on rare occasions some kids just DO refer to their parents by name when growing up (it’s not always for negative reasons either, they just do). I’m doubting it’s (a) only because Quill doesn’t sound resentful when talking about Alchemy.

Getting back on topic, Quill said the funeral home was a family business. Which means Quill has been trained as a mortician by very own family. Stating the obvious here, either Alchemy or Charlie (or both jointly) own the funeral home. Quill also specifically says “murder is a family affair,” so you know it’s a high possibility that not only do his parents know that Quill engages in sinister activities, but they may be partially the reason WHY he’s taken up such a dark interest.

That makes me wonder how far back this particular family business goes. Not knowing a lot about the Rockland universe, I have no clue if the Willow family has only fairly recently established themselves in the town/city....or if they have a long standing in the area. A long standing existence in the area is particularly concerning because it means they’ve been able to murder people covertly for who knows how long. How do they get away with it? Well actually, straight up owning a funeral home is a big plus for them because they literally have every means available to dispose of dead bodies without looking suspicious. Lots of police cases have started over people finding dead bodies that eventually surface from bodies of water or by someone’s dog accidentally digging up a dead body in the woods. Morbid thought I know, but what I mean is it’s not always easy to get rid of a dead human body and have absolutely NO ONE find out about it. The other reason they may have gotten away with the murders is because their position holds SOME form of power in the city/town (why, I’m not sure), or they have connections.

Now we have new characters like Dante and Rory Stryker who I’ve never even heard of until now. I don’t know what their profession is, but maybe they have something like a political position for example? That’s usually an easy way (unfortunately) to cover up rather suspicious behavior. Hard to go against the people in power.

We do know there’s also a black market in the Rockland universe. I want to say Baer works in it? Having connections with the black market probably also helps to sweep things under the rug. After all, an organization as large as the black market has to be both extremely careful and durable if it wants to say in business.

It just struck me. I’ve kind of wondered before if there would be any survival routes in the Misfits: First Blood game that allowed you to GO FREE at the end. It seemed like a strange thought to me. I can’t imagine with what the MC learns that they’d be able to just...walk out Scot-free without their kidnapper worrying about getting snitched on. Wouldn’t any self-respecting citizen like to report having been kidnapped and possibly assaulted by a maniac? The MC’s likely going to be either craving revenge against their assailant, keeping themselves safe from it happening or preventing the same thing from happening to someone else. Any one or all of these reasons at once are enough for someone to seek help. That’s why I thought if there’s going to be any survival endings, I thought it’d either end with you kind of being inducted into the group (though that sounds a little quick to me unless you play an MC that has an darker or extremely curious side to them), or you stay trapped somewhere. That’s kind of what other games I’ve seen of a similar nature do. Seriously, you can’t just threaten to cut someone up (or ACTUALLY cut someone up) and then expect no consequences.

But what if...the Misfits know that they can pretty much do whatever they want because their parents know how to clean up their messes for them? Perhaps some of the Professionals are such an intimidating figure in society that even the authorities don’t like to delve into cases around them TOO much. Or they’re just flat out too threatening towards the MC that you get too scared to try anything funny. Say they threatened to have you kidnapped and trafficked in the black market? Or even a friend or family member of yours? I know that’d freak me out for sure. Some players may value their health more than trying to get someone locked up.

Another scary thing about all this is that if you mess with even one of these characters (intentionally or unintentionally), you may accidentally set off a chain that gets you trouble with some more dangerous individuals. I won’t spoil too much, but I will tell you the Strykers are actually parents to at least two of the shown Misfits. The connections I’m not 100% on how each of them fit together sometimes (someone reading this is probably wondering the same thing because you may notice that none of the Misfits bear the last name of Stryker). Looks like there’s some adoption going on and...not sure if affairs or second marriages happening with any of these folks. There’s names I see of characters I also don’t really know anything about yet. They do connect in multiple ways though, so the point still stands that if you mess with the wrong person, then you cause the ire of another.

#Rockland #Rockland Games #the misfits #the professionals #runawayoutlaw #rottenbonethief #horror

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fortheheavenssake · 4 years

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💜💜 PG MM Anon(II) 💜💜 Interpretation Collection - 2

7. May 5

MM ANON ……… “ hi Kate , how wonderful to hear your voice “😂😂😂………… Archificialy archificial. ……… 🎼but sometimes,ya get what ya need🎼……… “ if you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue “……… a Duchess,a Duchess and a Duchess walked onto a bar……… tunc non transiet ……… an infectious tube……… my my margarita ……… let go let god. ……… ( and Thank skippy).

MAY 5/2020

SEASON TWO: THE RETURN OF MM ANON😉

RIDDLE#7 CAN YOU KIDS BELIEVE IT IS THE 7TH RIDDLE ALREADY😮😮😮. 1535 HRS CST

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊AS ALWAYS, THANK YOU MM ANON😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

“ hi Kate , how wonderful to hear your voice “😂😂😂……

WELL GIVEN THE LAUGHING FACES AND THE USE OF KATE, FOR SOME CRAZY REASON THIS HAS TO BE MADAM TALKING TO CATHERINE. WHY I HAVE NO CLUE. HOWEVER, I CAN FEEL THE SARCASM OOZING OUT JUST FROM THE WORDS. AM I CRAZY? NO PLEASE DO NOT ANSWER THAT! WHY WOULD MADAM BE CALLING HER OR HAVE HER NUMBER EVEN? IS CATHERINE CALLING HER? BUT WHY WHY WHY?

OR IS IT HARRY BACK FROM AFRICA OR WHEREVER, BUT WHY THE LAUGHING FACES, UNLESS THIS IS TELLING US THEY HAVE BEEN IN CONTACT ALL ALONG SO THE NICE TO HEAR YOUR VOICE IS FACETIOUS. BUT KATE, THOSE CLOSE DO NOT CALL HER KATE, HER PREFERENCE IS CATHERINE AS THAT IS HER NAME.

Archificialy archificial.

WELL AS WE KNOW, THE AGREED UPON LIE FOR ARCHIFICIALS BIRTHDAY IS MAY 6TH, WHEN REALLY THE BIRTH WAS APRIL 25/2019. WE KNOW A BABY WAS BORN VIA SURROGATE, THE NYC SHOWER WAS PINK BUT WE WERE TOLD A BOY. SO THE POWERS THAT BE ARE NOT GIVING REAL SEX, LOCATION OR WHO IS THE CHILD WITH. WE ALSO DO NOT WITH ABSOLUTE CERTAINTY WHOSE EGG AND WHOSE SPERM WERE USED. SO MOST OF WHAT WE KNOW IS 100% FAKE INCLUDING ALL THE PHOTOS WITH THE EXCEPTION OF THE SA APPEARANCE OF AN ACTUAL BABY WHO SHOWED NO RELATIONSHIP OR FAMILIARITY WITH MADAM OR HARRY. SOME OF THE THINGS SHE DID WHILST THAT BABE WAS IN HER ARMS WERE SCARY. GOING UP THOSE STAIRS IN EIGHT IN HEELS CARRYING HIM, TOSSING HIM UP IN THE AIR, TUTU’S DAUGHTER WAS REASY TO CATCH SHE WAS SO CONCERNED. SQUEEZING HIS TUMMY HE WENT LIMP. HIS LEG BENT, NOT TENDING TO HIS DROOLING ETC. THAT WAS A FEW MINUTES SUPERVISED WITH A BABY, GOOD GOD IMAGINE HER ALONE WITH ONE. THERE ARE REASONS WHY HER FAMILY HAS SAID SHE SHOULD NEVER BE LEFT ALONE WITH A BABY.

I HAVE DIGRESSED HERE, ONLY FOR THE PURPOSE OF ILLUSTRATING EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS IS ARTIFICIAL, FAKE BABY USED AT WINDSOR CASTLE, IN PAP WALK PICS.

SO THE BABY KNOWN AS ARCHFICIAL DOES NOT NOT NOT EXIST! SO AS HIS FAKE, YET AGAIN FAKE, BIRTHDAY IS TOMORROW, TRADITION SAYS A PHOTOS OR PHOTOS WILL BE RELEASED. WE KNOW WITH CERTAINTY, IT WILL BE BLACK AND WHITE, PHOTOSHOPPED BECAUSE SHE DOES NOT HAVE ACCESS TO THE CHILD, FUZZY, GRAINY, CLOSE UP OF HIS LEFT EYEBROW, RIGHT TOENAIL, EAR LOBE PERHAPS. BUT NOTHING REAL, ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. SO WE WAIT FOR AN ARTIFICIAL PHOTO OF AN ARTIFICIAL CHILD. I TRULY PRAY THE REAL CHILD NEVER FINDS OUT THEY ARE ADOPTED AND WORSE YET FINDS OUT THEIR PARENTAGE.🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

……… 🎼but sometimes,ya get what ya need🎼

MM FAVE TRS, THE ROLLING STONES. THIS IS ALL ABOUT LIFE, WE WANT WANT AND WANT, THINGS DO NOT MATERIALIZE. BUT THEN, LIFE HANDS US SOMETHING UNEXPECTED AND ITS EXACTLY WHAT WE TRULY NEED. I BELIEVE WE TRULY NEED THE TRUTH. HARRY NEEDS TO BE ABLE TO RETURN AND TRY TO REBUILD HIMSELF WITH THE MILITARY THAT HE LOVES AND HAS SERVED AND HAS BEEN SERVING COVERTLY THESE YEARS WITH MADAM, AS WELL AS WITH THE PUBLIC..

……… “ if you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue “………

THIS IS A RIFF OF THE SAYING IF YOU CAN KEEP YOUR HEAD SANE WHILST ALL THOSE ABOUT YOU HAVE LOST THE PLOT, YOU ARE DOING WELL.

IS THIS MADAM DOING PUBLIC APPEARANCES WHILST APPEARING OH, 🤣🤣🤣😂😂NO PLEASE, I CANNOT TYPE THE WORDS 🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂 AND BE VIRTUOUS. WHAT!!

SHE MOST CERTAINLY PLANNING HER MASSIVE BOOK LAUNCH TOUR WHERE SHE WILL TELL THE WORLD HOW MEAN THE ROYAL FAMILY WAS TO HER, HOW RACIST THEY WERE AND EVERY OTHER LIE SHE CAN COME UP WITH.

IF ONLY THIS ANNOYING COVID WOULD GO AWAY RIGHT RACHEL?

a Duchess,a Duchess and a Duchess walked onto a bar………

OH DEAR THIS SHALL END BADLY. CAMILLA, CATHERINE AND MADAM. IF IT WERE NORMAL TIMES MAYBE THEY WOULD MEET FOR A DRINK🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂….NO WAY ON GODS GREEN EARTH WOULD THIS HAPPEN, NEVER. CAMILLA REFUSED TO ATTEND THE GATHERING OF UNHAPPY PEOPLE. AM I REMEMBERING RIGHT, A FEW DAYS AGO SHE DID A VIDEO I THINK, THE BACKGROUND OF THE ROOM WAS A PHOTO WITH MADAM EDITED OUT? PLEASE CORRECT ME IF I AM WEONG PLEASE.

SO WHAT DOES THIS CLUE MEAN? THIS ALSO SAYS ONTO A BAR NOT INTO A BAR, SO ARE THEY GYMNASTS NOW??

THIS CLUE I JUST DO NOT GET AT ALL. OTHER THAN A CELEBRATORY COCKTAIL WHEN SHE IS GONE FOR GOOD.

tunc non transiet ………

OK THIS IS LATIN LEGAL TERMINOLOGY, FASCNIATING AS IT COULD APPLY A NUMBER OF WAYS, ALLOW ME TO EXPLAIN.

💜💜💜LEGAL ANON WHERE ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU??!!💜💜💜

NUNC PRO TUNC, LATIN PHRASE, HOW I WISH I WERE FLUENT. THIS PHRASE IS REGARDING TO THE DATE OF EFFECT OF A JUSTICES RULE DECISION. IT IS WHETHER THE CROWN 🇨🇦, THE COURT RATHER, WE 🇨🇦CALL IT THE CROWN AS ALL CASES HER ARE AGAINST THE CROWN. THE DISCRETION IN THIS WHEN AN ORDER OR A JUDGEMENT IS RENDERED AND TO TAKE EFFECT, IT MAY BE ENTERED INTO THE COURT RECORD IN TWO WAYS. IT MAY BE ENTERED AS THE CURRENT DATE OR OR OR WAIT FOR IT, A DATE IN THE PAST!!!

AS FAR AS TRANSIET GOES, I FIND CROSSOVER, BORDERLINE AS MEANING. SO PUT THIS TOGETHER, LET ME THINK HERE….. ALSO MEANS NOT NOT LASTING, ENDURING OR PERMANENT, CHANGING OF A PREVIOUS DATE.

I WONDER AS I HAVE MENTIONED A FEW TIMES, HAS THE ANNULMENT IR DIVORCE BEEN DONE AGES AGO AND MADAM IS FAKELY KEEPING HER MARRIAGE AND CHILD ALIVE? AFTER RESEARCHING THESE TERMS IN THIS CLUE, I FEEL STRONGER THAN EVER DIVORCE OR ANNULMENT WAS DONE AT CANADA HOUSE, AND THE REASON FOR MADAMS FAUX THEATRE VISIT WHEN IN REALITY SHE HAD ALREADY BEEN AT HARBOTTLE AND LEWIS JUST ACROSS THE STREET. I FEEL AS STRONGLY ABOUT THIS AS I EVER HAVE, THESE CLUES ARE REINFORCING THIS IN ME. BELIEVE AS YE WILL.

THE REASON THEY MIGHT KEEP THIS SCHTÜM, IS THE MEN IN GREY, AND 👁👁 👁 👁 👁 ARE WORKING HAND IN HAND IN HAND IN HAND IN HAND SO TO SPEAK TO BRING TO JUSTICE, THE BACKERS, THE FUNDING OF THIS DECADES LONG MULTI PRONGED ATTACK TO TAKE OUT THE MONARCHY, ANTI CHRISTIAN, HMMM I REALLY HAVE GOTTEN INTO IT TODAY.

an infectious tube………

MILLIONS TAKE THE TUBE DAILY, LONDONS UNDERGROUND TRAVEL. EVEN WITH LOCKDOWN ORDERED THERE WERE STILL MANY ESSENTIAL WORKERS TAKING THE TUBE AND THEY REMAINED CROWDED. NO TWO METRES APART THAT IS FOR CERTAIN. SO INFECTIOUS SPREADING LIKE WILDFIRE ALREADY, JUST IMAGINE IT BEING CONTAINED IN THAT SPACE WITH ALL THOSE PEOPLE THAT ARE CARRIERS, IMMUNE, HAVE IT BUT DO NOT KNOW IT. WE ARE TALKING COVID-19 HERE. YES THIS WAS AMD WILL REMAIN VERY INFECTIOUS. SLOWLY UNLOCKING THE LOCKDOWN MEANS MORE PEOPLE USING THE TUBE, MORE RISK. IT IS A BEAR OF A THING TO MAKE DECISIONS ABOUT.

my my margarita ………

OTHER THAN WANTING ONE I HAVE NO CLUE THE MEANING OF THIS. IS THIS SOMEONES FAVOURITE COCKTAIL? A YACHT GIRL PERHAPS? I DONT KNOW. MY BRAIN IS DONE. TWO RIDDLES ONE DAY TOO MUCH .

let go let god. ……… ( and Thank skippy).

THE ETERNAL PHRASE OFT USED IN JEST BUT OFT USED IN SITUATIONS THAT ONE JUST DESPITE TRYING EVERYTHING THEY CAN SOMETHING JUST IS NOT WORKING AND THE SITUATION IS THERE STILL BAD AS EVER. THAT IS THE TIME MANY UTTER THE SAGE OLD ADVICE, LET GO AND LET GOD. MEANING TO GIVE IT TO GOD TO DEAL WITH. GOD IS DEALING WITH MADAM, AS WITH ALL OF US WHEN OUR TIME COMES. BUT GOD IS WORKING THROUGH THE GOOD SIDE, MADAM WILL SEE JUSTICE ⚖️ , WE SAW THE START OF AT THE HEARING LAST FRIDAY.

AS FAR AS OUR DEAR. 💜🐼💜, SHE IS A PRAYER WARRIOR LIKE NO OTHER. SHE IS A GO TO, IN ANY AND ALL SITUATIONS. SHE SUSSED MADAM OUT RIGHT AWAY AND BEGAN SEARCHING FOR THE TRUTH IN EVIDENCE TO PROVE IT. AND HERE WE ARE, SO CLOSE. I TRULY BELIEVE SHE DESERVES AN OBE OR SOME KIND OF OFFICIAL MAYBE COVERT RECOGNITION OF HER YEARS OF THIS TWENTY FOUR HOURS A DAY KIDS!! NOW THAT IS DEDICATION AND LOYALTY TO THE OATH SHE TOOK. I STAND IN ADMIRATION AND BLESSED TO CALL YOU FRIEND.💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊😊🐼😊😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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8. May 6

MM ANON ………… archificial anniversary ……… “she hasn’t a bloody clue “ ………I speak for Meghan ……… 🎼he’s a real nowhere man🎼……… “ the fool doth think he is wise…… “………… 🎼come fly with me (not)🎼……… A few weeks more …………” we do the outside first Philip” ……… Bloody jigsaw………” Sydney!!!!! “……… “ Mmmmm , interesting, a virtual Balcony “ …………… “ yes , a new medal is appropriate” ………… unlockdown!!! ………… “ give us a hug”.

MAY 6/2020. 1350 HRS CST

SEASON TWO:THE RETURN OF MM ANON😉

RIDDLE #8

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊THANK YOU MM ANON😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

archificial anniversary ………

WELL TODAY IS THE AGREED UPON LIE, FAKE DATE OF FAKE BIRTHDAY OF FAKE CHILD, ARCHFICIALS BIRTHDAY. REAL BABY YES, APRIL 25/2019. WE HAVE ALL SEEN THE VIDEO BY NOW. I DID A SEPARATE REVIEW OF THAT, YOU CAN READ IF YOU LIKE. THE CHOICE OF BOOK FASCINATES ME, BECAUSE A NARCISSIST SPENDS HER LIFE BEING SOMETHING OTHER THAN SHE IS, LIES, PR, SO SIMILAR TO THE PLOT OF THAT CHILDRENS BOOK. IS IT A DUCK IS IT A RABBIT, IS SHE PREGNANT OOPS NO, ETC ETC. I FEEL SICK FOR THE BABY USED IN THIS VIDEO. FOR GOD’S SAKE, IF THIS IS NOT HUMAN TRAFFICKING, I TRULY DO NOT KNOW WHAT ELSE TO CALL IT. SHE GAVE MORE THAN WE HAD EXPECTED BUT ALWAYS WITH HER, NOTHING EVER MAKES SENSE. SHE DRESSED ULTRA CASUAL, HIM IN A ONESIE AND NAPPY. NO COMPANY WANTED TO MERCH ARCHIES FORST YEAR BIRTHDAY OUTFIT?? I THINK MORE LIKE SHE JUST DOES NOT DO DETAILS EVER. I TRULY FEEL ILL, I FEEL LIKE I HAVE SEEN A BEAUTIFUL CHILD MERCHED, LIKE HE IS A THING, A COMMODITY, HIGHLY EXTREMELY DISTURBING TO ME.

“she hasn’t a bloody clue “ ………

SHE DEMONSTRATES NO MATERNAL INSTINCT OR BEHAVIOUR. WHILST READING TO ‘HER ‘ CHILD ON HIS FAKE FIRST BIRTHDAY. ONE WOULD THINK, IN ADDITION TO ALL MY COMMENTS ALREADY MADE ABOUT THE VIDEO, SHE WOULD HAVE SANG HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO HIM, HAD A CUTE HAT, BALLOONS SOMETHING. BUT NOTHING, SHE REALLY TRULY HAS NO CLUE, NONE AT ALL!!

I speak for Meghan ………

WELL, IS THERE A HEARING TODAY? I JUST READ THERE WAS. THIS WOULD DEFINITELY BE DAVID SHERBORNE WHO SHE HAS HIRED FOR THE MOS LAWSUIT. SHE IS SO EVIL, SHE USES THE SAME CHAP THAT THE LATE PRINCESS DIANA USED. HOW SICK IS THAT? I WONDER IF LEGAL REPRESENTATION IS REQUIRED REGARDING ANY POSSIBLE MENTAL HEALTH ISSUES IN ADDITION TO THE MOS ISSUE.

🎼he’s a real nowhere man🎼………

CLASSIC BEATLES SONG ABOUT A CHAP WHO HAS NO MOTIVATION, NO GOALS, NO IDEA, NOTHING IN LIFE. IS THIS DADDY MARKLE?? GOING NOWHERE FAST. ALLEGEDLY SWITCHED SIDES TO TESTIFY AGAINST MADAM , WILL HE REALLY?

TRULY THIS COULD BE MA, BECAUSE I HAVE NOT READ OR SEEN ANYTHING ABOUT HIM IN AGES. IT IS LIKE HE HAS LEFT THE PLANET. HE IS EITHER IN HIDING OR WITNESS PROTECTION, BUT HIM, NOW THERE IS A NOWHERE MAN FULL STOP!

“ the fool doth think he is wise…… “…………

CLASSIC ROCK, SHAKESPEARE BUT NO LATIN TODAY HMMMMMMM, MM ANON, YOU CONFUSE ME😁😁BUT THEN AGAIN I AM SO VERY EASILY CONFUSED OR IS IT AMUSED??🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂

THE BARD,THE PLAY, A VETY FUN ONE CALLED AS YOU LIKE IT. I HAVE ACTUALLY SEEN THIS ON STAGE AND SEVERAL SCREEN PRODUCTIONS FROM THE STAGE.

ONE KNOWS ONE’S STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES. BETTER TO BE THOUGHT A FOOL THAN TO SPEAK AND REMOVE ALL DOUBT.🙃🤣😂😂 SO A FOOL AKA NARCISSIST THINKS THEY KNOW IT ALL, WHILE TELLING SO MANY LIES THEY CANNOT KEEP TRACK BUT THEY DO NOT CARE. A WISE PERSON, NON NARCISSIST, KNOWS THEY ARE IMPERFECT AND HAVE FLAWS.

MADAM, I BELIEVE, HER ENTIRE LIFE HAS BEEN RAISED WITH A SENSE OF ENTITLEMENT AND BECAME THIS NARCISSISTIC EVIL PERSON. SELF SELF SELF SND SELF ALWAYS AND ONLY SELF.

🎼come fly with me (not)🎼………

GREAT SINATRA SONG, SO SOMEONE IS JETTING OFF BUT ONLY IN JEST. I THINK THIS IS PART OF THE MANIPULATION HARRY IS DOING WITH MADAM IN HER HOSPITAL ROOM. SAYING THEY CAN FLY AWAY TO AMERICA. TRYING TO GET THE LAST EVIDENCE FROM HER. THE SHOE TRULY IS ON THE OTHER FOOT TO STAY NOW!!

A few weeks more …………

ARE YOU TELLING US MM ANON, JUST A FEW MORE WEEKS UNTIL GAME OVER?? I MOST ASSUREDLY HOPE AND PRAY TIS SO🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻.

“we do the outside first Philip” ……… Bloody jigsaw………” Sydney!!!!! “……… “ Mmmmm , interesting, a virtual Balcony “ …

NOW THIS IN INTERESTING, HRH HIMSELF, IS GETTING RIGHT CABIN FEVER AND TAKING ON A PROJECT. SOME SORT OF RENOVATION, WOOD REQUIRED AND THE USE OF A JIGSAW WHICH APPARENTLY IS HIVING THEM A BIT OF TROUBLE, HENCE HIS YELLING FOR SYDNEY TO COME HELP. I BELIEVE THIS MUST BE AT WOOD FARM🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂 CAN YOU JUST SEE THEM ALL, HIMSELF IN HIS OUTDOOR CLOTHES, HMTQ IN SKIRT, SWEATER AND SCARF, SYDNEY IN HIS VALET SUIT🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂THEY ARE BUILDING AN INDOOR OUTDOOR SPACE. THIS IS MARVELLOUS, VIRTUAL BALCONY. GOOD LUCK GETTING THAT DONE! I WOULD PAY MONEY TO WATCH THIS SCENE FOR REAL!😂😂😂😂😂🤣🤣☺️☺️☺️

“ yes , a new medal is appropriate” …………

FIRST THING I SAY THIS IS FOR OUR 💜🐼💜🙏🏻.

HOWEVER, AS YOU ALL KNOW, FOR A VERY VERY LONG TIME NOW I HAVE BEEN SCREAMING FROM THE RAFTERS THAT HARRY IS ON SPECIAL ASSIGNMENT FOR HMTQ. HE HAS BEEN COVERTLY OVERT TRYING TO GET ALL THE EVIDENCE NEEDED TO PUT HER TO JUSTICE FINALLY, NOT JUST HER BUT THOSE WHO HELPED, THOSE WHO PLANNED AND THOSE WHO FUNDED THIS STTACK ON OUR BELOVED ROYAL FAMILY. I CONCUR, ONCE ALL IS DONE, TRITH IS KNOWN AND ACKNOWLEDGED. HMTQ WILL BE FREE TO SPEAK, I AM SURE MANY DETAILS WILL HAVE TO REMAIN SEALED. I FEEL CERTAIN THERE WILL BE AN OFFICIAL BESPOKE MEDAL FOR OUR HARRY.

unlockdown!!! …………

I WILL SAY THIS COULD BE COVID, ONCE THINGS ARE STABLE, THE TRUTH WILL BE REVEALED.

OR IF I HARKEN BACK A FEW RIDDLES, MADAM WAS ON MENTAL HEALTH LOCKDOWN. THIS HAS THREE EXCLAMATION MARKS, SO ITS VERY IMPORTANT.

“ give us a hug”.

FINALLY AFTER WEEKS OF LOCKDOWN, HMTQ CAN RECEIVE HUGS AND GIVE THEM. EVERYONE FOR THAT MATTER. THE BIGGEST HUG WILL BE FOR HARRY. PUBLICLY ENSCONCED SURROUNDED BY THE LOVE OF HIS FAMILY.

STAY STRONG HARRY, KEEP THE FAITH, WE BELIEVE IN YOU 100% YOU ARE LOVED AND PRAYED FOR. 💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊PG😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇲🇽

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9. May 7

MM ANON … Spider Sandwiches ………… the photographic phenomenon ………… “O Christ, she knows her way round a Cannon” ……… “ modest, small and incremental “ ……… “ she’s still spitting bullets over the duchesses children “ ……… “ my goodness, Charlotte trumps everyone”. ………… another modest outfit. ……… the books a flop, who would buy it? ……… “ dada duck duck”…………”ANOTHER sex tape!!!!! “…………… her irrelevant life………… desperately seeking ANYTHING………… a sad demise Rachael!!

SEASON TWO: THE RETURN OF MM ANON 😉

MAY 7/2020

1333HRS CST. RIDDLE #9

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊THANK YOU MM ANOM😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

SpiderSandwiches …………

CATHERINE WAS BEING INTERVIEWED ON GOOD MORNING BRITAIN. THE FEMALE PRESENTER WAS ENQUIRING ABOUT KEEPING THE CHILDREN EDUCATED AND ENTERTAINED, AS SHE SAID SHE ALSO HAS THREE CHILDREN. CATHERINE LAUGHED AND MENTIONED A FEW THINGS, ONE WAS GEORGE WANTING TO MAKE SPIDER SANDWICHES. I KID YOU NOT! IT WAS HILARIOUS. SHE LOOKED LOVELY IN A YELLOW FLORAL DRESS.

the photographic phenomenon …………

CATHERINE AS PATRON OF THE ROYAL PHOTOGRAPHIC SOCIETY. WE ALL KNOW THE OUTSTANDING PHOTOGRAPHER SHE IS. I LOVE THE PHOTOS OF THE CHILDREN THEY SHARE WITH US BECAUSE THEY ARE TAKEN WITH LOVE BY THEIR MOTHER AND THE RELATIONSHIP IS VERY MUCH REFLECTED IN THE PHOTOS. CHARMING!

CATHERINE, ALONG WITH THE SOCIETY IS PLANNING AN EXHIBIT CALLED, HOLD STILL. THIS WILL BE PEOPLE SUBMITTING PHOTOS THEY HAVE TAKEN DURING THE PANDEMIC TO CAPTURE THE EXPERIENCE. I BELIEVE THEY ARE LOOKING AT AN EXHIBIT OF 100 PHOTOGRAPHS. WHAT A TOUGH JOB IT WILL BE TO MAKE THOSE CHOICES. WHAT AN AMAZING EXHIBIT IT WILL BE.I HOPE THEY DO A BOOK OF THEM FOR CHARITY.

“O Christ, she knows her way round a Cannon”

THIS IS ODD, CANON IS A CAMERA, BUT CANNON IS A WEAPON. THE WAY THIS IS WORDED IS NOT POSITIVE AT ALL. THIS IS REFERRING TO MADAM AND ALOT OF SHIPS HAD CANNONS. I WONDER IF THAT IS THE MEANING HERE. VERY FACETIOUSLY SEXUAL COMMENT, I WONDER IF THERE WERE A WEAPON IN THE PORN VIDEOS. CANNON CAN BE STREET LINGO FOR A LARGE HANDGUN.

“ modest, small and incremental “ ………

THE UNLOCKING OF THE COVID LOCKDOWN WILL HAVE TO BE THIS WAY, AS WE IN 🇨🇦ARE DOING. KEEPING IN MIND ANY UPTICK OR SPIKES OF ILLNESS OR NEW BREAK OUTS MAY NECESSITATE GOING BACK A STEP.

“ she’s still spitting bullets over the duchesses children “ ………

WELL THIS HAS TO BE MADAM. CRICKETS OVER THE VIDEO YESTERDAY COMPARED TO ANYTHING CAMBRIDGE CHILDREN RELATED, EVEN CATHERINE ON A MORNING TV SHOW TALKING ABOUT THEM. THEY ARE SOOOOOO BELOVED, ALL OF THEM.

“ my goodness, Charlotte trumps everyone”. …………

CHARLOTTE’S POPULARITY IS SKYROCKETING , LET ME REPHRASE HAS SKYROCKETED. IT WENT HIGHER HER FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL WHEN HER HAIR FLIP TRENDED WORLDWIDE. THE PHOTOS RELEASED FOR HER RECENT BIRTHDAY SHOWED HER, IN THE ACT OF GIVING…..THE SKY IS THE LIMIT?? NO WAY THE UNIVERSE , TO QUOTE MY BUDDY BUZZ LIGHTYEAR, TO INFINITY AND BEYOND!!!

another modest outfit. ………

THIS IS THE DRESS I REFERRED TO A FEW CLUES BACK. LOVELY YELLOW FLORAL DRESS WORN BY CATHERINE FOR THE TV INTERVIEW. SHE JUST NEVER PUTS A FOOT WRONG AND SO MARVELLOUSLY FULLY COME INTO HER OWN IN HER ROLE. SHE IS MARVELLOUS!

the books a flop, who would buy it? ………

FINDING FREEDOM, 🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂AGAIN AS I SAID THE OTHER DAY, MADAM SHOULD HAVE SAVED THAT TITLE ONCE THE ORANGE JUMPSUIT TIME IS 🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂COMPLETED. NOBODY CARES ABOUT HER. IF SHE STARTS SPEWING HATRED, LIES ABOUT HMTQ AND THE CAMBRIDGES, I CAN ONLY BEGIN TO IMAGINE THE WORLDWIDE RAGE.

“ dada duck duck”…………

IN THE READING VIDEO RELEASED YESTERDAY, I DID A SEPARATE REVIEW YESTERDAY, IF YOU ARE INTERESTED. SO, WAS THE CHILD SAYING DADA OR DUCK DUCK NEAR THE END OF THE VIDEO? MADAM WAS VERY QUICK TO TALK OVER HIM SAYING DUCK DUCK. I BET IN HER HEAD SHE WAS RHYMING ANOTHER WORD🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂!

“ANOTHER sex tape!!!!! “……………

GOODNESS, DEARIE ME, SAY IT IS NOT SO. NOTHING WOULD SURPRISE ME, ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING AS 🐼ALWAYS SAYS. 🤢🤢🤢🤮🤮🤮. THE REFERENCE CLUE A FEW RIDDLES BACK WAS P****HUB, REFERENCING A PORNOGRAPHIC WEBSITE. DISGUSTING.

her irrelevant life…………

SHE, WITH ALL HER MACHINATIONS, SELLING SELF ETC ETC ETCHAS RENDERED HERSELF COMPLETELY IRRELEVANT. THE ANNULMENT, MY BELIEF, OR DIVORCE WAS DONE CANADA HOUSE DAY, AND THE VISIT TO THE THEATRE AKA HARBOTTLE AND LEWIS🤣🤣🤣😂😂 THE NEXT DAY. DONE AND DUSTED IN THAT REGARD. SHE IS JUST BEING WORLDWIDE LAUGHED AT AND COMMENTS ABOUT NO MOTHERING SKILLS. NOW THIS USE OF MERCHING A BABY SHOULD BE A CRIME. IT REALLY BOTHERED MY SOUL YESTERDAY, AFTER WATCHING IT, I STILL FEEL 😳DISTURBED 😧 ABOUT IT ACTUALLY ☹️

desperately seeking ANYTHING…………

YES SHE HAS NO 🍌 SHE HAS NO BANANAS TODAY. WHO REMEMBERS THAT SONG? SHE IS BANANAS. SHE HAS NO OFFERS OTHER THAN LIKELY PORN. SHE HAS ALLEGEDLY BEEN REACHING OUT TO OTHER EUROPEAN FAMILIES WEEKS AGO. THERE IS NO ACTING WORK OR ANY WORK AT ALL. PEOPLE REALLY ARE SEEING THE VILE HUMAN BEING SHE IS AND HOW MANY HAVE SUFFERED THE INFAMOUS MARKLE EFFECT.

a sad demise Rachael!!

YES, ⚖️ JUSTICE IS NIPPING AT HER HEELS. HER FUTURE IS LOOKING VERY DIM. THERE IS NO SAFETY NET AT ALL. SHE MADE THE CHOICES OF HOW TO LIVE HER LIFE, TREAT PEOPLE HORRIDLY , AND IMHO TREASON, PLUS HOBBIES, MERCHING, THE IRS ETC ETC ETC. THE CLUE IN A PREVIOUS RIDDLE. LET GO AND LET GOD.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧 🇦🇺🇳🇿

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10. May 8

MM ANON …… The Queen, god bless her……… blackout ……… the king/ the Queen the nation ……… never give up, never despair ……… the home front……… 🎼some sunny day 🎼………… 🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧………… 🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸……… 🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦……… and all who fought ……… a day like no other……… at the going down of the sun and in the morning ……………… ‘ we shall remember them.

MAY 8/2020

75 YEARS AGO, PLEASE PAUSE FOR A MINUTE, LEST WE FORGET🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

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1535 HRS CST. RIDDLE #10

SEASON TWO: THE RETURN OF MM ANON 😉

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊😊🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇦🇺🇦🇺🇦🇺🇳🇿🇳🇿🇳🇿🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸AND ALL THE COUNTRIES THAT SACRIFICED FOR OUR FREEDOM.

I AM IN TEARS JUST READING AND ARRANGING THE PIECES OF THE RIDDLE TO WORK ON. FABULOUS MM ANON 💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻😊PG😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

The Queen, god bless her………

HMTQ GAVE HER MESSAGE FROM WINDSOR CASTLE, I WAS BLESSED TO SEE IT ON BBC WORLD. I REALLY WANT SOMEONE TO PLEASE PLEASE GIVE ME ALL THE INFORMATION OF THE PINS SHE WORE. I COULD NOT QUITE SEE.

GOD BLESS HMTQ INDEED🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻. SHE IS AN AMAZING HUMAN BEING. LIVING HISTORY REALLY. HEARING HER SPEAK OF THAT DAY, THE BALCONY AND THEN THE PRINCESSES GOING AMONGST THE CROWDS. HUMAN RESOLVE AND THE NEED TO CONNECT AFTER YEARS OF DARKNESS, FEAR, DEATH, POURED ONTO THE STREETS, SINGING, DANCING, NAE BOTHER IF STRANGER OR FRIED, IN FACT STRANGERS WERE FRIENDS IN THOSE MOMENTS. A FELLOW HUMAN SOUL WHO HAD LIVED THROUGH THE SAME HELL. HER MESSAGE TODAY WAS PHENOMENAL. SHE HAS SUCH A WISE, CALMING, KNOWLEDGEABLE AND REASSURING PRESENCE. I THANK YOU, YOUR MAJESTY.

THE OTHER QUEEN, IS HER MUM, HRH THE QUEEN MOTHER WHO WAS QUEEN DURING THOSE YEARS. ONE HELL OF A STRONG SCOTTISH 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 WOMAN. STRONG AS STEEL, THE PART OF THE TEAM, ALONG WITH HER HUSBAND, KING GEORGE VI. THEY BUOYED THE COUNTRY, TRULY GOD SENDS, ORDAINED BY GOD SND THEY STAYED! DID WALKABOUTS AMONG RUBBLE, REALLY TRULY AMAZING.

I SAY PLEASE, PLEASE, P L E A S E, IF YOU HAVE NEVER WATCHED THE KING’S SPEECH AND LOVE OUR ROYALS YOU NEED TO SEE THAT FILM. HELENA BONHAM QUIRLY CSRTER PLAYED THE QUEEN MUM, COLIN FIRTH THE KING AND GEOFFREY RUSH THE THERAPIST. THE ABUSE HE, THE KING, SUFFERED AS A CHILD CAUSING HIS SPEECH IMPEDIMENT. GOOD GOD THATS A FILM YOU NEED TO SEE. ITS DIVINE REALLY. UNEXPECTEDLY KING, CROWNED IN THE HOLY CEREMONY AND WOW HISTORY UNTIL TODAY HAS BLESSED.

blackout ………

HAVE YOU EVER SEEN THE FILM MRS MINIVER?? GREER GARSON, PLAYS AN ENGLISH WIFE AND MOTHER DURING THAT TIME. ITS A MUST SEE. IT IS NOT DONE CHEESY LIKE , ITS AMAZING. I DID NOT CARE FOR THE SEQUEL HOWEVER.

NO LIGHTS AFTER DARK, THE LUFTWAFFE BOMBED AND BOMBED AND BOMBED LONDON. AIR RAID SIRENS BLARING, PEOPLE RUNNING TO DESIGNATED SHELTERS. VOLUNTEER AIR RAID WARDENS. BLACK FABRIC AGAINST ALL THE WINDOWS. NOTHING, NO CANDLE NOTHING. EVERY SINGLE NIGHT. EVERY!!! SINGLE!!! NIGHT!!! LAYING IN BED JUST TENSE WAITING FOR THE AIR RAID SIRENS TO GO OFF……..YEARS OF THAT…,…..🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

the king/ the Queen the nation ………

ABSOLUTELY, AS I WROTE ABOVE, THE QUEEN MOTHER WAS STALWART, RIGHT BESIDE KING GEORGE VI. SHE BUOYED HIM UP, WHAT A TEAM THEY WERE. AND HERSELF ALWAYS LOOKING GORGEOUS, WALKING AMONGST RUBBLE, REFUSING TO LEAVE HER HUSBAND, REFUSING TO LEAVE THE PALACE IN LONDON. SHE ALSO BUOYED THE NATION WHILST HE RULED AND GOODNESS KNOWS ALL HE WAS PRIVY TO. WHAT A TEAM GOD SENT FOR THE EXACT TIME. WALLACE SIMPSON, LOVE HER OR HATE HER, SHE CHANGED THE COURSE OF HISTORY, FOR THE ABSOLUTE BETTER!!

never give up, never despair ………

THE ROYAL MOTTO, ALL FOR FREEDOM. SETTING STRONG ROLE MODELS, AND THE TWO PRINCESSES, REALLY HELPED PEOPLE COPE. MANY SENT THEIR CHILDREN OUT OF LONDON FOR SAFETY BECAUSE OF THE BOMBINGS. HMTQ, GOD BLESS HER, SHE BECAME A MECHANIC!!!

ALWAYS THAT FIGHTING SPURIT, KEEP A STIFF UPPER LIP, TIME FOR CRYING LATER, NOW ITS TIME TO FIGHT AND DO WITH KESS OF EVERYTHING FOR THE WAR EFFORT.

the home front………

THIS ACTUALLY WAS A TV SHOW, CANT RECALL WHERE BUT IT WAS SET AT THST TIME. THE WOMEN AND CHILDREN, GRANDPARENTS OR MEN AND WOMEN WHO FOR WHATEVER THE REASON COULD NOT NOT MEET MILITARY REQUIREMENTS, STILL SERVED THE WAR EFFORT.

THE WOMEN KEPT THE HOMES FIRES BURNING AS THE PHRASE GOES, TILL THEIR HUSBANDS, SWEETHEARTS, BROTHERS, FATHERS CAME HOME.

MANY WOMEN WORKED IN MUNITION PLANTS MAKING WEAPONS OR MISSILES, ANYTHING THAT WAS NEEDED.

THINGS WERE RATIONED, THEY HAD TO MAKE DUE, SUGAR, BUTTER, FLOUR, MEAT. EVERYTHING HAS TO GO FOR THE WAR EFFORT. THE WOMEN FILLED SO MANY ROLES AND HAD TO DEAL WITH BABIES, CHILDREN, AIR RAIDS, TERRIBLE FEAR FOR THEMSELVES,THEIR CHILDREN, FAMILY AND ESPECIALLY ALL THE MEN AND HUSBANDS, WOMEN AND WIVES EHO WERE “OVER THEE”. GREAT OLD WAR SONG

🎼some sunny day 🎼…………

VERA LYNN AND MUSIC HELPED SOOTHES THE SAVAGE BEASTS EVERYONE WAS DEALING WITH. IT IS READILY AVAILABLE ON WIKI SO HERE IT IS….MUSIC, OLD WAR SO GS, WWI PACK UP YOUR TROUBLES IN YOUR OKD KIT BSG AND SMILE SMILE SMILE, WHILE YOURE A LUCIFER TO LIGHT YOUR FAG SMILE BOYS THATS THE STYLE………….USED TO SO G THAT WITH ELDERLY PATIENTS WHO HAD SERVED. I WOULD PLAY PIANO AND WE WOUKD SING ALL THE OLD SONGS, WHITE CLUFFS OF DOVER….

MUSIC TRULY IS THERAPY.💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻…I AM IN TEARS AGAIN…😢😢😢😢

🔥 ALWAYS LUCIFER WAS A LIGHTER 🔥

🚬 FAG IS A CIGARETTE. 🚬 THATS WHAT I HAVE CALLED THEM MY ENTIRE LIFE MY DAD DID, NOW ITS BEEN PERVERTED, I HATE THAT.

See lyrics to Till We Meet Again…Vera Lynn

Drive the dark…

AFTER HMTQ MESSAGE TONIGHT, EVERYONE WHO COULD WENT OUT INTO THE STREETS TO SING THIS SONG, SO CENTRAL TO THE TIME. I READ DAME JOAN COLLINS WAS GOING TO LEAD IT FROM HER BALCONY. I SAW IT ON BBC WORLD, THEY SHOWED LONDON AND NUMEROUS PLACES LIVE. I PVR’ED IT. SO UNBELIEVABLY EMOTIONAL…..

NOT THAT IT IS ANYWHERE NEAR THE SANE THING BUT COVID-19 HAS SHOWN US HOW IN A SPLIT SECOND THE WORLD AS WE KNEW FLIPPED AND CHANGED IN A WAY NOBODY COULD HAVE IMAGINED.

🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧………… 🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸……… 🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦………

BOY IT WAS A TEAM EFFORTS, SO MANY FRONTS, RUSSIAN, RÖMMEL THE DESERT FOX, GERMAN GENERAL IN NORTH AFRICA, JAPAN BROUGHT AMERICA FULLY INTO THE WAR AFTER THEY WERE ATTACKED ON DECEMBER 7/1941. KIDS I KNOW SO MUCH WWII HISTORY.

IT LITERALLY TOOK THE WORLD BANDING TOGETHER TO DEFEAT THE SATANIC EVIL THAT WAS NOT ONLY INVADING OTHER COUNTRIES AND CAUSING WAR BUT MY GOD, THE EXTERMINATION CAMPS…..AUSCHWITZ, BERGENBELSEN AND MANY MANY MORE. IF YOU GO ONLINE TO THE HOLOCAUST MEMORIAL, YOU CAN SEE AND READ MILLIONS OF STORIES OF MURDERED PEOPLE.

and all who fought ………

ALL WHO FOUGHT WILL NEVER BE FORGOTTEN. AS THE GENERATIONS PASS, WE MUST CONTINUE TO BE MINDFUL AND REMEMBER HOW OUR FREEDOM WAS OBTAINED. AS WINSTON CHURCHILL SAID “THOSE WHO FAIL TO LEARN FROM HISTORY ARE CONDEMNED TO REPEAT IT.”

a day like no other………

A DAY THAT WILL LIVE IN INFAMY. D DAY, JUNE 6/1944,. THE ALLIED FORCES HAD A MULTI-PRONGED ATTACK PLAN INVASION THOUSANDS KILLED BEFORE THEY EVEN GOT ONTO THE BEACH

I AM CRYING AGAIN. 😢😢😢IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN SAVING PRIVATE RYAN, STEADY ON AND WATCH IT, YOUR LIFE WILL NEVER BE THE SAME. THEY HAD ACTUAL VETERANS FROM NORMANDY ADVISING. THE SCENE OF THE TENSION AND THE SHIPS APPROACH THE BEACH KNOWING FULL WELL THERE WERE SNIPERS…..THAT SCENE AND THAT FILM CHANGED ME FOREVER.

I ALSO HIGHLY HIGHLY RECOMMEND BAND OF BROTHERS. THE AIR FIGHTING SCENES ARE PHENOMENALLY DONE, IT PUTS YOU RIGHT THERE. IT IS DONE IN SEPARATE CHAPTERS /EPISODES, A BIT SIMILAR MEN. THE EPISODE “WHY WE FOUGHT” ITS UNBEARABLY EXCRUCIATING TO WATCH. SOME AMERICAN SOLDIERS, GOD BLESS THEM, COME UPON AN ABANDONED CAMP, WALKING SKELETONS…. THEY RAN TO TELL THEIR COMMANDING OFFICERS….YOU CAN IMAGINE HOW THE REST OF THE EPISODE GOES.

at the going down of the sun and in the morning ……………… ‘ we shall remember them.

THIS IS A TIME FOR CUT AND PASTE, I AM WEEPING😢😢😭😭

The GreatWar 1914-1918

For the Fallen

Robert Laurence Binyon, by artist William Strang. (1)

Poem by Robert Laurence Binyon (1869-1943), published in The Times newspaper

Plaque unveiled in 2003 at Polzeath to commemorate the place where For the Fallen is believed to have been composed. (2)

Laurence Binyon composed his best known poem while sitting on the cliff-top looking out to sea from the dramatic scenery of the north Cornish coastline. A plaque marks the location at Pentire Point, north of Polzeath. However, there is also a small plaque on the East Cliff north of Portreath, further south on the same north Cornwall coast, which also claims to be the place where the poem was written.

The poem was written in mid September 1914, a few weeks after the outbreak of the First World War. During these weeks the British Expeditionary Force had suffered casualties following its first encounter with the Imperial German Army at the Battle of Mons on 23 August, its rearguard action during the retreat from Mons in late August and the Battle of Le Cateau on 26 August, and its participation with the French Army in holding up the Imperial German Army at the First Battle of the Marne between 5 and 9 September 1914.

Laurence said in 1939 that the four lines of the fourth stanza came to him first. These words of the fourth stanza have become especially familiar and famous, having been adopted by the Royal British Legion as an Exhortation for ceremonies of Remembrance to commemorate fallen Servicemen and women.

Laurence Binyon was too old to enlist in the military forces but he went to work for the Red Cross as a medical orderly in 1916. He lost several close friends and his brother-in-law in the war.

🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦 I KNOW IT IS FROM WWI BUT IT BEARS SHARING IN CASE IT IS UNFAMILAR🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦

In Flanders Fields

BY JOHN MCCRAE

GOD BLESS HIS MAJESTY KING GEORGE VI AND HER ROYAL HIGH ESS THE QUEEN AT THAT TIME, THE THE QUEEN MUM.

MAY THEY BOTH REST IN PEACE

GSTQAOBC 🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿🇺🇸AND EVERY OTHER FLAG

I AM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG, BUT IT NEEDED TO.

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊😊PG😊😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

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11. May 9

MM ANON …… “ it’s an unlock Jim, but not as we know it “……… on yer bike……… 🎼that’s life,……🎼………… Bar Wars………… survival of the fit-test……………”a vulgar mansion “…………… Spider sandwiches……… an emotional exhibition, Bravo!! ……… now that’s TRUE grit…………… be- bop-a-loo-la RIP……… The Serenity prayer……thank you for this forum xxxxx…………… it will end ,…one day!

MAY 9/2020

SEASON TWO: THE RETURN OF MM ANON 😉

RIDDLE#11. 1730 HRS CST

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊THANK YOU DEAR MM ANON😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

“ it’s an unlock Jim, but not as we know it “………

WE HAD A CLUE VERY SIMILAR TO THIS LAST SEASON…..ITS HIM JIM BUT NOT AS WE KNEW HIM….IF I RECALL CORRECTLY FROM MANY MONTHS AGO, AND I DO NOT FEEL LIKE CRUISING THROUGH THE ARCHIVES RIGHT NOW🤣🤣🤣😂😂. JIM, IS CAPTAIN JAMES T. KIRK, STARSHIP ENTERPRISE, CLASSIC TV SHOW FROM THE 1960’s IT HAS HAD SUCH A MASSIVE WORLD IMPACT, STILL SPAWNING FILMS AND THE NEWEST TV SHOW WITH DARLING PATRICK STEWART 😍😍😍🥰🥰🥰CALLED STAR TREK: PICARD, WHICH IS AWESOME BY THE WAY AND I NORMALLY HATE PROCEDURAL TELEVISION SHOWS.

AN UNLOCK, IS TO OPEN, BUT NOT THE USUAL WAY, A WAY TO ACCESS VITAL INFORMATION BUT IN A ROUNDABOUT NOVEL WAY. NOT REGULAR EVIDENCE OR SOMEONE SPILLING THE BEANS SO TO SPEAK. LG AND HIS TEAM HAVE FIGURED OUT A WAY TO GATHER THE FINAL, NAIL IN THE PROVERBIAL COFFIN, SO TO SPEAK, IN THE LEGAL MATTER OF BRINGING EVERYONE TO JUSTICE AND RIDDING HARRY AND THE ROYAL FAMILY, AND ALL OF US OF MADAM,,HER CRONIES AND BACKERS. SCALES ⚖️ JUSTICE.

on yer bike………

YER IS SPELLT THE SCOTTISH WAY. IS HARRY UP AT BALMORAL WITH CHARLES AND CAMILLA? OH YES I WOULD BET MONEY ON IT! BY THE WAY, HOW AMAZING DID CHARLES AND CAMILLA LOOK YESTERDAY, MY MY MY, WHEN SHE LOOKED UP TO HEAVEN OH I HAD TEARS. I HAVE POSTULATED THIS BEFORE. I TRULY CAN SEE HIM BIKING AROUND, PEOPLE WOULD JUST LEAVE HIM BE. SCOTLAND IS ITS OWN UNIQUE LIVE AND LET LIVE. I CAN TOTALLY SEE THIS.

🎼that’s life,……🎼…………

ANOTHER GREAT SINATRA SONG, YOU’RE LOVING SINATRA NOW EH DEAR MM ANON? NEVER NOT A GREAT TIME FOR OLE BLUE EYES HIMSELF. I LOVE HIM, HE HAD SUCH A UNIQUE WAY OF PHRASING, THE VOICE LIKE A FINE SINGLE MALT, SMOOTH…DELICIOIS… THIS SONG IS ABOUT A GRIFTER, TRYING ALL SORTS OF THINGS IN LIFE NEVER QUITE MAKING IT BUT RESIGNED TO ACCEPTING THAT IS JUST THE WAY LIFE IS. NOW NOWHERE DOES IT SPEAK OF TREASON, SURROGATE, FAUXMEGNANCY, YOU GET WHERE I AM GOING. MADAM , HER CLAN, AND HER GANG OF ‘FRIENDS/BESTIES’ GIVE GRIFTING A WHOLE BRAND NEW MEANING. THIS HAS TO BE THE CON OF A THOUSAND YEARS, GRIFTING, LYING, OBFUSCATING, MANIPULATING, ALL ALLEGEDLY OF COURSE BECAUSE WE ARE HAVING FUN STORY TELLING HERE, THIS IS ENTERTAINMENT RIGHT!! HYPOTHETICALLY, A CON OF THIS NATURE, WHEN THE LAW COMES A- CALLING , 👁 👁 👁 👁 👁, GREY SUITED GENTLEMEN, ON HER MAJESTY’S SECRET SERVICE, I HAD TO GET A BOND REFERENCE IN HERE. DID YOU KNOW THAT FILM WAS THE ONLY TIME THAT GEORGE LAZENBY PLAYED 007. BOND WAS HAPPILY MARRIED HIS WIFE WAS MURDERED BY SPECTRE?? MY MEMORY NOT SURE NOW BY WHO BUT IT SET UP THE WHOLE FUTURE FOR BOND DOING ANYTHING RISKING HIS LIFE FOR JUSTICE.

THERE HAVE BEEN MANY REAL BONDS WHO HAVE RISKED AND LOST THEIR LIVES ON HER MAJESTY’S SECRET SERVICE AND MANY WHO CONTINUE TO. MADAM WILL NEVER EVER STOP BEING THE NARCISSIST THAT SHE IS AND WILL FOREVER BELIEVE SHE IS A VICTIM. THOSE WHO SERVE THE SIDE OF JUSTICE ARE JUST AS LASER FOCUSED, EXCEPT FOR THE GOOD NOT SELFISH EVIL. JUSTICE WILL NOT BE DENIED. AGAIN I SAY, MOST WILL REMAIN CLASSIFIED BUT MAKE NO MISTAKE, HMTQ DOES NOT SUFFER FOOLS GLADLY, JUST REMEMBER THE PHOTO OF HER LOOKING AT MADAM, ON THE DAY OF THE GATHERING OF UNHAPPY PEOPLE, THAT FACIAL EXPRESSION SHOWS THE RESOLVE, AS LONG AS IT TAKES, JUSTICE WILL NOT BE DENIED.

Bar Wars…………

THE OTHER DAY THE CLUE WAS THREE DUCHESSES WALKED ONTO A BAR, SINCE THEN I HAVE HAD VISIONS OF A DRUNK HIGH MADAM DANCING LEWDLY AROUND A POLE ON THE BAR🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂 BAR WARS RIFF ON STAR WARS….WE ARE ON A SPACE THEME TODAY. IS THAT WHERE CRIMINALS WILL BE SENT IN THE FITURE, PRISON ON MARS?

IN ALL SERIOUSNESS AGAIN I SAY, LEGAL ANON WHERE ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU??🤨🤨🤨🧐🧐🧐IN AMERICA WHEN YOU GRADUATE LAW SCHOOL, IN ORDER TO PRACTICE, YOU NEED TO WRITE THE BAR EXAM, THEN YOU GET YOUR LICENSE FOR THAT STATE. NOW JUST BECAUSE YOU HAVE A LICENSE IN ONE STATE DOES NOT AUTOMATICALLY ENTITLE YOU TO PRACTICE LAW IN ANOTHER. SOMETIMES IF YOU ACT AS CO-COUNSEL, YOU CAN. I DO NOT KNOW IF SOME STATES AUTOMATICALLY ACCEPT YOU OR IF EVERY SINGLE STATE HAS THEIR OWN BAR EXAM, BUT SOME DO BECAUSE THE LAWS VARY DRAMATICALLY, AND LOUISIANA HAS PARISHES NOT COUNTIES ETC. ANYHOW WAY TOO MUCH INFORMATION. I AM ONLY TALKING AMERICA BECAUSE SHE IS AN AMERICAN, AND WORKED ON A LAW TV SHOW SO THAT EQUATES WITH HER BEHIND A LAW EXPERT WORLDWIDE😁😁😁

THIS IS A HUGE LONG WINDED TANGENTIAL EXPLANATION,WHICH IS TYPICAL 💜💜😁😁PG😊😊💜💜 RIGHT, I KNOW YOU KIDS LOVE IT. THIS IS THE MOS LAWSUIT, ANNULMENT/DIVORCE, THE LONG LIST OF PENDING LEGAL CHARGES, YOU KNOW , I WONT GO INTO EVERYTHING THAT HAS BEEN DONE. MAKE NO MISTAKE THIS IS WAR, SHE IS FIGHTING BECAUSE SHE IS RIGHT AND DESERVES EVERYTHING BECAUSE SHE IS SPECIAL, WAY MORE SPECIAL THAT ANYONE ELSE AND SHE IS BEING TREATED UNFAIRLY , INSERT 🙄ROLLS NOW.

BUT THE BIGGER WAR, IS THE SPIRITUAL WAR GOING ON BETWEEN GOOD AND EVIL, I, WITH ALL MY HEART💜💜, BELIEVE THAT IS THE REAL WAR HERE. ATTACKING THE CHRISTIAN MONARCHY BY DARK EVIL AGENDAS FOR POWER, CONTROL, MONEY AND LAWS CHANGING. HMTQ NEEDS TO BE 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 FOR AS WELL AS ALL THOSE WORKING ON THE SIDE OF JUSTICE.

survival of the fit-test……………”

DARWIN, WAY BACK WHEN, HIS THEORY ON EVOLUTION , KEY PART OF NATURE OF LIFE, SURVIVAL, ACTUAL SURVIVAL AS IN REMAINING ALIVE AND PROCREATING THE SPECIES DEPENDED UPON THE FITTEST STRONGEST OF THE SPECIES.

HERE WE HAVE FIT TEST. MADAME’S SURVIVAL DEPENDS UPON HER BEING FIT, MENTALLY FIT. I BELIEVE DURING THE COURSE OF THIS RECENT MENTAL HEALTH HOLD , SHE WILL HAVE BEEN FULLY ASSESSED, AND I BELIEVE, GOING OUT ON A LIMB, BUT I DID WORK IN THAT FIELD FOR 20+ YEARS SHE WILL ABSOLUTELY BE DIAGNOSED AS NPD, NARCISSISTIC PERSONALITY DISORDER, WHICH IS AN AXIS II DIAGNOSIS, A DISORDER BUT NOT NOT NOT A MENTAL ILLNESS. AXIS I DIAGNOSES ARE MENTAL ILLNESSES. SHE MAY HAVE CO—MORBIDITY UNDER AXIS III OF SUBSTANCE ABUSE OR HOBBIES. EATING DISORDER MAY BE IN PLAY SOMEWHERE AS WELL . I FEEL VERY STRONGLY SHE WILL BE MENTALLY ASSESSED AS COMPETENT TO STAND TRIAL SHOULD THERE BE ONE.

I MENTIONED THIS THE OTHER DAY AND IN SEASON ONE. I BELIEVE THE STAR CHAMBER HAS BEEN ACTIVE FOR QUITE SOME TIME. I RECALL LAST SEASON, KIDS THAT IS HOW I AM DIFFERENTIATING MM ANON’S SERIES OF RIDDLES. LAST SEASON, NETTY WAS MENTIONED NUMEROUS TIMES OTHERWISE KNOWN AS BARON MALDON, IAIN DUNCAN BURNETT, THE CURRENT CHIEF JUSTICE OF ENGLAND AND WALES. WE HAD ‘9 of the 13 are solid’. I RECALL INTERPRETING TO MEAN THE CHARGES. AT ANY RATE BACK ALL THE WAY TO SURVIVAL OF THE FIT TEST, SHE WILL BE DETERMINED AS FIT!!!

💜💜NOW A PENNY WILL GO TO ANYONE WHO CAN REPLY PROPERLY TO THIS💜💜

😁😁😁😁😁FIT LIKE LOON??😁😁😁😁😁

“a vulgar mansion “……………

ANYWHERE MADAM IS VULGAR FOLLOWS. THIS WHOLE TYLER PERRY LOANING THEM HIS MANSION IN L.A. BLAH BLAH BLAH. TYLER PERRY LIVES IN ATLANTA HE HAS MADE BILLIONS IF TV AND FILM BOTH ACTING BUT THE REAL MONEY IS PRODUCTION. ALL THOSE MADEA FILMS THATS TYLER PERRY. THE FIRST ONE WAS HILARIOUS, CALLED DIARY OF A MAD BLACK WOMAN, DOUBLE ENTENDRE OF MAD AS IN EMOTIONAL AND MAD BECAUSE HE DUMPED HER. THE SCENE WHERE MADEA , THE GRANDMOTHER, TAKES A CHAINSAW TO THE HUSBANDS FURNITURE AND CUTS IT IN HALF IS HILARIOUS. THE MADEA GRANDMA WAS SO POPULAR IT SPAWNED FILMS. SO TYLER IS EXTREMELY WEALTHY. I SEE NO REASON WHY HE WOULD GET INVOLVED WITH MADAM UNLESS SHE HAS SOMETHING OR SUNSHINE SACHS DOES. THIS WHOLE PR GARBAGE HAS REALLY OPENED MY EYES WOWZA!!

PERRY IS THICK AS THIEVES WITH OPRAH AND GK. I REMEMBER YEARS AGO, HE GAVE THEM EACH A BESPOKE WHITE BENTLEY EACH.

Spider sandwiches………

IS GEORGE STILL JONESING FOR A SPIDER SANDWICH? I WONDER IF CATHERINE FIGURED OUT A WAY TO MAKE THEM. I CAN SEE BREAD, BLACK LICORICE FOR THE LEGS, RED DOTS FOR THE EYES ETC ETC. I HOPE IT HAPPENED. SO MANY PARENTS HAVE BEEN WILDLY CREATIVE AND CHILDREN TOO!!DURING THIS STAY HOME TIME.

an emotional exhibition, Bravo!! ………

I WROTE AT LENGTH ABOUT THIS THE OTHER DAY. OUR CATHERINE IS PATRON OF THE ROYAL PHOTOGRAPHIC SOCIETY. THEY ARE PUTTING TOGETHER AN EXHIBIT ENTITLED HOLD STILL. IT WILL CONSIST OF 100 PHOTOGRAPHS THAT THE PUBLIC CAN ENTER DOCUMENTING THEIR TIME DURING THE PANDEMIC. IT WILL CONSIST OF A WIDE VARIETY I AM CERTAIN AND WILL BE EXTREMELY MOVING. AS I SAID THE OTHER DSY, I HOPE THEY PUBLISH A BOOK WITH THESE PHOTOS , I WOULD BUY THAT IN A HOT MINUTE AND THE MONEY COULD GO TO THE NHS OR CHARITY. EXCELLENT WORK CATHERINE BRAVO INDEED!! SHE IS AN AMAZING PHOTOGRAPHER, THE PHOTOS SHE TOOK FOR HOLOCAUST REMEMBRANCE DAY , UTILIZING THE PAINTING, THE GIRL WITH THE PEARL EARRING BY DUTCH PAINTER VERMEER AS INSPIRATION FOR HER PHOTO OF A DUTCH SURVIVOR WAS BRILLIANT.

now that’s TRUE grit……………

TRUE GRIT…GREAT OLD JOHN WAYNE FILM. LOVED IT. TRUE GRIT, MEANS BACKBONE, INTEGRITY, NEVER QUITTING WHEN THINGS GET ROUGH, SEEING THINGS THROUGH UNTIL THE END. I SEE THIS AS ALL OF US, DOING OUR BEST TO COMPLY AND SURVIVE NOT ONLY PHYSICALLY BUT FINANCIALLY, EMOTIONALLY AND IN EVERY WAY DURING THIS PANDEMIC. OUR WORLD HAS COMPLETELY CHANGED AND WILL NEVER BE THE SAME. MANY HORRIBLE DEATHS AND FAMILIES SPLIT, UNABLE TO HAVE PROPER FUNERALS, ALTERNATE GRIEF STYLES. BUT SOOO MANY BLESSINGS IF ONE LOOKS FOR THEM…. TRUE GRIT………WHEN THE GOING GETS TOUGH, THE TOUGH GET GOING💜💜💜💜💜💜

be- bop-a-loo-la RIP………

LITTLE RICHARD RIP, HE JUST PASSED AWAY …I STARTED SINGING THE MINUTE I READ THIS. SHES MY BABY, BE BOP A LOOO LAH DONT MEAN MAYBE… BE BOP A LOO LAH SHE MY BABY DOLL MY BABY DOLL. THIS IS DIRECT REFERENCE TO THE LOSS OF A GREAT MUSICIAN. IT IS ALSO A REFERENCE TO ARCHFICIAL AND MADAM HAVING ONLY A DOLL IN A BOX SOMEWHERE, NO BABY, NOT THAT SHE CARES AND MISSES THAT CHILD .

The Serenity prayer……

GOD GRANT ME THE SERENITY TO ACCEPT THE THINGS I CANNOT CHANGE, COURAGE TO CHANGE THE THINGS I CAN AND THE WISDOM TO KNOW THE DIFFERENCE. MY GRANDMA HAD THIS HANGING ON THE WALL IN THE NURSING HOME. I WAS LITTLE MAYBE 7? WE WOULD GO VISIT HER ON SUNDAYS, I WAS ALWAYS SCARED, THE PLACE SMELLT FUNNY, PEOPLE WERE YELLING OUT, AS A CHILD IT WAS SCARY. MY PARENTS SPOKE TO HER IN HER LANGUAGE WHICH I DIDN’T UNDERSTAND, SO I LOOKED AROUND. I REMEMBER READING THAT OVER AND OVER. I WONDER WHATEVER HAPPENED TO THAT PLAQUE. I TRULY BELIEVE THIS IS ONE IF THE BASIC THINGS IN LIFE YET MOST OF US STRUGGLE WITH TRYING TO CHANGE THINGS OR PEOPLE EVRN THOUGH WE KNOW INTELLECTUALLY IT IS IMPOSSIBLE. I THINK OUR PARADIGM OF LIFE, AND WHAT IS TRULY IMPORTANT HAVE SHIFTED DUE TO THE PANDEMIC. I SEE GREAT THINGS COULD COME OF THIS. FIRSTLY AS WE NURSES HAVE BEEN SAYING FOR DECADES NOW, WE NEED BETTER STAFFING IN LONG TERM CARE. HOW WE RELATE TO ONE ANOTHER, HELPING OUR NEIGHBOURS. I JUST HAVE SO MUCH FAITH IN THE CHANGES YET TO COME. YES THERE ARE SCAMMERS ALWAYS WILL BE BUT LET USCTRY TO FOCUS ON GOID THINGS. AS PHILLIPIANS SAYS IN HOLY SCRIPTURE, WHATSOEVER THINGS ARE RIGHTEOUS , WHATSOEVER THINGS ARE TRUE..THINK ON THESE THINGS. I AM PARAPHRASING BUT YOU GET WHAT I MEAN😊.

thank you for this forum xxxxx……………

THIS IS A GREAT FORUM FOR SELF EXPRESSION, PRAYER, LAUGHTER, ROYALTY, ANYTHING. THIS IS A GODLY PLACE. A PLACE OF LOVE SND ACCEPTANCE AND WE ARE SO GLAD YOU ARE BACK MM ANON.

it will end ,…one day!

SLOW AND STEADY WINS THE RACE. WE HAVE TO KEEP THE FSITH, KEEP PRAYING FOR HMTQ, HARRY AND THE FAMILY. PRAY JUSTICE IS DONE. WHAT IS DARK AND HIDDEN THE LIGHT SHALL EVENTUALLY FIND.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦��🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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12. May 10

MM ANON ……… Rachel 43………… archificial 15 months ……… hospitality will become inhospitable ………… the R factor ………… “Henry, don’t do that”. …… return to school??? …………… no guidelines …………… be alert,the country needs lerts………… risk assessment!!! ………… an issue of safety ………… it’s the economy,stupid!! ………… test, Trace and isolate. ………… a silver lining 🌈🌈

MAY 10/2020

💐💐HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY TO ALL MUMS, THOSE WHO MOTHER IN ALTERNATE WAYS ETC💐💐

SEASON TWO:THE RETURN OF MM ANON 😉

RIDDLE #12. 2225 HRS CST

KIDS, I TRULY APOLOGIZE IT IS SO LATE, I HAVE HAD A TERRIBLE STOMACHE BUG TODAY AND IT HAS NOT LEFT ME. I WILL DO MY BEST, AS I KNOW YOU ALL WAIT FOR IT AND ENJOY IT💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊😊PG😊😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

Rachel 43………… archificial 15 months

UNCERTAINTY SURROUNDS THIS CHILD, SEX, AGE, NAME, WHERE HE OR SHE IS, WHO WAS THE GENETIC EGG DONOR, THE GENETIC SPERM DONOR, THE SURROGATE AND WHO NOW IS CARING FOR SAID CHILD. WE DO KNOW WITH ABSOLUTE CERTAINTY THAT BOTH MADAM AND THE CHILD SHE PRESENTED IN THE BIDEO ARE BOTH NOT THE AGE THEY ARE STATED TO BE. ONE OF A ZILLION LIES AND FACTS OBFUSCATED.

hospitality will become inhospitable …………

THE SAYING GOES, GUESTS ARE LIKE FISH, AFTER THREE DAYS THEY START TO STINK. WHEREVER MADAM IS COUCH CRASHING NOW, THEY ARE GETTING ENOUGH OF HER AND WANT HER TO GO ELSEWHERE. I CANNOT IMAGINE ONE MINUTE OF HER PRESENCE.

the R factor …………

TONIGHT U.K. PM BORIS JOHNSON SPOKE TO THE COUNTRY REVEALING HIS GOVERNMENT’S PLAN FOR THE NEXT THREE WEEKS. EACH POSSIBLE REACTION, COMES WITH AN R, OR RESPONSE. BASICALLY GOING BACK A STEP IF COVID-19 CASES INCREASE. PEOPLE ARE COMPLETELY CONFUSED. GO TO WORK, BUT NO PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION. GO TO THE PARK, BEACH, BUT NO GUIDELINES FOR SEEING FAMILY. IT SEEMS VERY CONFUSING TO ME REALLY.

“Henry, don’t do that”. ……

THIS REMINDS ME OF THE SONG, THERE’S A HOLE IN THE BUCKET DEAR HENRY DEAR HENRY……DOES ANYONE ELSE REMEMBER THAT? IT IS ANOLD FUN SONG.SO OUR HARRY’S FIRST MAME IS HENRY BUT HE HAS ALWAYS BEEN CALLED THAT.

DID YOU KNOW KING HENRY VIII HAD A WELL DOCUMENTED RECORD OF ISOLATING HIMSELF FROM TIME TO TIME? HE IN GSCT HAD SECRET PRIVATE ROOMS WITH BOOKS, HIS MUSIC INSTRUMENTS TO OCCUPY HIMSELF. THERE IS A NEW BOOK BY ELERI LYNN, WHO CURATES THE ROYAL DRESS COLLECTION AT HISTORIC ROYAL PALACES. SHE PRESENTS BOTH KING HENRYVIII AND DAUGHTER, ELIZABETH I TOOK GREAT SOLACE IN THESE QUITE SMALL SPACES. THEY ENJOYED COURT AND ALL THINGS SOCITO BE SURE, BUT THEIR QUIET REFUGES WERE SPECIAL.

SO THIS IS A DIRECT QUOTE, WHO IS THE SPEAKER OR WRITER? WHO CALLS HIM HENRY? A GRANDFATHER PERHAPS? I WONDER IF THE DUKE OF EDINBURGH HAS BEEN IN TOUCH AND ENCOURAGING OUR HARRY DURING THIS PANDEMIC ON TOP OF ALL HE HAS BEEN COPING WITH. WISE WORDS FROM A GRANDFATHER TO NOT TOTALLY ISOLATE BUT USE SOCIAL MEDIA ETC TO CONNECT WITH HIS BELOVED FAMILY. I KNOW INTEAD MANY MANY COMMENTS OF CONCERN FOR HIM AFTER THE LAST VIDEO HE RELEASED REGARDING VE DAY 75TH ANNIVERSARY.

return to school??? ……………

PRIMARY 1 AND 6 MAY RETURN IN JUNE. BUT WHAT ABOIT THE OTHERS.THERE ARE SO MANY UNCERTAINTIES. THE RISK OF RUSHING THIS IS TO ME UNNECESSARY, ESPECIALLY REGARDING SCHOOL, ITS ALMOST SUMMER BREAK, JUST LEAVE IT BE!!

no guidelines ……………

PEOPLE IN THE U.K. ARE MORE CONFUSED THAN EVER NOW, AFTER THE PM’S ADDRESS. CAN BE OUT WITH STRANGERS BUT VERY UNCLEAR GUIDELINES, IF NOT COMPLETELY UNSTATED GUIDELINES FOR FAMILY. GO BACK TO WORK, BUT DO NOT USE PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION IE THE TUBE, USES, UBER ETC ETC. THIS MAKES FOR GREAT UNCERTAINTY IN A CITY THE SIZE OF LONDON, WHO HAS PRETTY MUCH THE POPULATION OF MY ENTIRE COUNTRY🇨🇦. THIS IS SUCH A RISKY SITUATION, SO MANY DEATHS AND HIGH TRANSMISSION RATE, EVERYONE MUST BE BESIDE THEMSELVES TRYING TO PROCESS THINGS SND MAKE DECISIONS. TRULY LIFE AND DEATH DECISIONS!

be alert,the country needs lerts………… THIS IS FUNNY🤣🤣😂😂😂, COULD BE A TSHIRT OR BUMER STICKER. DO THEY STILL MAKE BUMPER STICKERS? HUMOUR IS THE UNCERTAINTY, LACK OF CLARITY AND DIRECTION ON WHAT TO DO, HOW TO DO IT OR NOT DO THINGS. THE RISE, GLOBALLY OF CHILDREN FALLING ILL, WITH PRESENTATION SIMILAR TO KAWASAKI DISEASE IS SHOWING THE MEDICAL COMMUNITY AND ALL OF US THAT THIS ROSY ASSESSMENT OF CHILDREN BEING MINIMALLY AFFECTED BY THIS VIRUS IS BEARING OUT TO NOT BE CORRECT. THE INCUBATION TIME SEEMS LONGER AND THE ENVIRONMENT OVERLOADED WITH THE SHEER VASTNESS OF VIRAL PRESENCE IS TERRIFYING.

risk assessment!!! ………… an issue of safety THIS HAS BEEN AND CONTINUES TO BE ESSENTIAL. DIFFERENT PROVINCES IS 🇨🇦 ARE APPROACHING TESTING DIFFERENTLY, RESUMPTION OF MORE THINGS SLOW RETURNING TO OPERATION IN ORDER TO KICKSTART THE ECONOMY . PUBLIC SAFETY IS STILL PARAMOUNT, UT IT SEEMS SOME ISSUES HAVE BECOME POLITICISED, WHICH IS EXTREMELY CONCERNING.

it’s the economy,stupid!! …………

THE JOB LOSS NUMBERS AND CLOSING OF THE ECONOMY HAS BROUGHT ON NEARLY UNPRECEDENTED WOES. IT IS ESSENTIAL THE ECONOMY BE REOPENED. HOWEVER BALANCING THAT WITH THE VERY REAL LIFE AND DEATH SITUATIONS AND CHOICES WILL HAVE MAJOR EFFECTS, BOTH IN THE SHORT TERM AND THE LONG TERM AS WELL.

test, Trace and isolate. …………

THIS IS THE BIGGEST ISSUE, MANY JURISDICTIONS ARE DOING THINGS SO DIFFERENTLY. EITHER THE NASAL/ESOPHAGEAL SWAB TEST OR THE FINGER PRICK SEROLOGY TESTS. THERE HAVE BEEN MAJOR ISSUES OF OBTAINING THE REAGENT NEEDED TO TEST THE ACTUAL SAMPLE. ASSESSING THE PRESENCE AND PREVALENCE IN EACH AREA IS VITAL SO DURING THE REOPENING PHASE, THINGS CAN BE REDACTED IF NECESSARY. ISOLATION HAS BEEN KEY TO MINIMIZING THE SPREAD OF THE BEAST OF THIS CORONA VIRUS STRAIN COVID-19. TRULY, UNTIL THERE IS A PROVEN EFFECT VACCINE, MANY PEOPLE WITH COMPROMISED IMMUNE SYSTEMS, LATER IN LIFE AND OTHER PRE-EXISTING HEALTH CONDITIONS MAY HAVE TO ISOLATE UNTIL THAT TIME. IT IS A TERRIFYING THOUGHT KIDS🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻.

a silver lining 🌈🌈. THERE ARE ALWAY ALWAYS ALWAYS IN EVERY SITUATION IF YOU CHOOSE TO SEEK THEM. GOD GAVE US THE RAINBOW AS A COVENANT, THAT AFTER THE GREAT FLOOD AND NOAH HAD BUILT THE ARK, ALL SPECIES OF ANIMALS AND HIS FAMILY SURVIVED. THE RAINBOW IS A BLESSING, LOVE SHOW AND A COVENANT. WE HAVE SEEN AMAZING THINGS, LONG TERM HEAKTH CARE WORKERS FINALLY GETTING RECOGNITION FOR THEIR HARD WORK AND THE GENERAL PUBLIC LEARNING HOW POORLY STAFFING LEVELS ARE. THE CHANGE FROM HOLLYWOOD HEROES TO MEDICAL STAFF, LONG HAUL DRIVERS WHO BRING FOOD AND SUPPLIES. THOSE WHO WORK IN FOID STORES, PHARMACIES, RETAIL, ALL THE THINGS WE DEPEND ON DAILY!! TILL NOW, MOST OF US BARELY GAVE IT A THOUGHT OF HOW BLESSED WE ARE , THOSE OF US WHO LIVE IN FIRST WORLD COUNTRIES. COLONEL TOM, HIS FUNDRAISING, THE CLAPPING, THE TREMENDOUS SENSE OF COMMUNITY, PEOPLE HELPING ONE ANOTHER ETC ETC ETC ETC. THERE ARE MILLIONS OF EXAMPLES OF HOW HUMAN BEINGS ACROSS THE GLOBE HAVE STEPPED UP. MANY THINGS WERE HALTED, WE COUKD NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS HAVE FORESEEN. I HAVE A STRONG FAITH AND I BELIEVE THAT AS WE SLOWLY RETURN TO ‘NORMAL LIFE’ WE WILL NEVER BE THE SAME. WORK PATTERNS WILL CHANGE, HOW WE INTERACT WILL REMAIN CHANGED, I THINK WE SHALL CONTINUE TO SEE MARVELLOUS THINGS HAPPEN. WE MUST REMEMBER THE GREATT LOSSES AND SACRIFICE AND FAMILIES CANNOT GRIEVE IN THE NORMAL FASHION.THEY WILL CONTINUE TO NEED PRAYER, AND ON E ABLE, HUGS, VISITS, HOT MEALS BROUGHT TO THEM ETC ETC. GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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If you're still taking prompts, I would love any of the Huxlings interrupting Hux during Very Important Diplomat Time. The Huxlings give me life.

I hope this is okay! I thought to use Leander, because he would definitely be the one to interrupt the most....

Hux is on day two of negotiations with the visiting Celanite traders, and he’s about ready to rip his hair out and toss his circlet upon the floor.

He knew they would be difficult, especially considering what Hux is trying to get them to agree to—sole rights to a recent, bountiful source of rock ivory, perfect for the new armada of destroyers his empire is trying to get off the ground—but even he didn’t realize they’d be this obstinate. His patience is wearing thin by the second, and the beige coloring of the meeting room walls is starting to make him sick.

Once Hux’s through with this, he’ll have to redecorate the entire place, to at least give him something noteworthy to look at when when particularly difficult dignitaries decide to chase negotiations around in circles.

But it isn’t just their stubbornness with respect to the actual business at hand that’s bothering Hux. He can deal with hard-headed middlemen, his sharp tongue when it comes to talking his way into what he wants. But deliberate, personal slights are an entirely different matter to contend with.

Celanites, as it turns out, lack the three-type biology common to other humanoids, but even so they know of Hux’s status, the fact that he’d been the one to birth his children, and they very clearly think less of him for it. Hux had caught one of them speaking under his breath, a word Hux wishes he didn’t know in their language—sh’yulka.

Breeder.

“It’s simply not intelligent for us to constrain our exports to one power.” The head of the Celanite contingent sniffs at the air, triangular ears pointed up straight and alert. “Surely you can comprehend our reticence.”

“Of course I can,” Hux says, doing his best to hide the bristling he feels beneath his official raiment. He doesn’t like this one’s tone, there’s something more there than a voice just unused to the Basic tongue. “But I can assure you and your leaders that you’ll be compensated handsomely for the rights. You won’t be lacking in funds, as there’s none in the galaxy that can enrich your planet the way the Empire can.”

“The Empire is also known for taking advantage of exclusive trading rights, draining all influence and benefit from their alleged partners.” The Celanite looks past his long, wispy eyebrows and down a long snout at Hux, as he’s done since the very moment they met. He keeps sniffing, too, as if to affirm to himself that a man of little concern. Hux finds it irritating—are these greedy dogs so conceited they haven’t heard of his conquests? How he claimed the First Order, then the galaxy for himself, and defended that claim against all insurrection and discontent? Perhaps they assume Hux has others working behind the scenes, propping him up as a puppet and an appealing face.

“I assure you, the Empire has no intention of deceiving its allies, so long as the terms of any agreement are adhered to—“

“Maybe there are others you should bring in to speak with us, Emperor Hux?” The golden-furred dignitary to his right speaks, leaning his chin forward on a paw-like hand. “It may help to move things along if we were to conference with someone who better understands our kind.”

Hux opens his mouth to reply, perhaps covertly reprimand the Celanite for his disrespect just to release a little of his own frustration, when the door to the meeting room suddenly bangs open, followed by a loud, distraught wail of:

“Mummy!”

Each of the Celanites grunt in unison, their ears perking up at the abrupt noise. Hux whirls around in his seat, eyes immediately trained on the little child now toddling in through the swinging door, scent and voice immediately recognizable to the emperor It’s Leander, one of his middle children, dressed in his napping robes and squeezing a pale yellow blanket tight to his chest. His reddish hair is a mess, as is his face—puffy, streaked with tears.

The two guards that’d been ordered to watch the door peer sheepishly into the meeting room, clearly apprehensive of laying a hand on one of the imperial children. And while Hux doesn’t want them manhandling any of his pups under any circumstances, he almost wishes they’d done more to stop Leander, as this truly is the worst time his son could’ve picked to intrude on his work.

“Mummy, I—I had a nightmare!” Leander hiccups as he makes a beeline towards Hux, not paying attention to anyone or anything else in the room. He nearly trips on the hem of his pajamas, causing Hux to rise from his chair. He apologizes quickly to the Celanites, noting the exasperation on their faces but choosing not to comment on it yet. He bends his knees, red underside of his cape sweeping against the carpet as he lays a hand on his son’s quaking shoulder.

“Leander,” Hux murmurs, keeping his voice low, “Mum’s very busy right now. Why didn’t you go to papa, or one of your siblings if you had an nightmare?”

“Papa is busy with his training, and I—I wanted you,” Leander’s words crumple and he lets out another upset wail, scrubbing at his face with the end of his blanket. Hux sighs, rubbing his thumb beneath one of his son’s weepy eyes. He can feel the eyes of the Celanites bore into his back, hear their dismissive scoffs, more of that debasing word.

“I won’t be much longer,” Hux lies, trying to get his son to calm down enough for the guards to lead him back to their private quarters, “it was only a nightmare. I need for you to stop crying and wait until I’m finished.”

“B-But…” Leander starts, one of his little hands now tugging on Hux’s sleeve. The emperor purses his lips, ready to dislodge his fingers and shoo him away. He knows it’s harsh, but he’s at his wits ends with the Celanites and the sudden appearance of Leander, when these emissaries are already dismissing him for mothering children, only agitates him further. But as his son sobs and looks up at him, brown eyes dark and swimming with tears, so clearly scared and in need of help and love, Hux reconsiders.

A memory plays in his mind—a lonely child, the brief glimpse of a man dressed pompously and conversing with others in similar garb before a door closes with a thunderous slam, a bone-deep sense of loneliness and anger. Hux suddenly softens, and instead of sending Leander off he gets down on his knees and opens his arms, letting his son fall into a tight hug.

“There there, dearest,” Hux cradles him close, letting Leander rest his head against his shoulder and even rub his sniffling nose against one of his epaulettes. “Shh. You’ll be alright.”

Hux holds him for a moment, rubbing his back, before he rises to his feet with his son in his arms.

“Forgive the interruption, there won’t be any more going forward,” He states as he moves to sit back in the chair, but the head of the Celanite dignitaries raises a hirsute brow at that, now not even making the polite effort to conceal his antipathy.

“You expect negotiation to continue when you’ve a child at your breast?” He barks, derisive. “If you think of us so lowly, emperor, then maybe our trade route would better serve another sovereignty altogether.”

Leander whines and curls into Hux, the gruff voices upsetting him. The emperor bristles and narrows his eyes at the dignitary, the last of his thinned patience vanishing like smoke.

“Perhaps you’re correct,” Hux says icily, cupping one hand over the back of his son’s head. “I would not wish to continue holding negotiations for a minute longer with thick-headed, hierarchical beasts such as yourselves.”

The gold-furred Celanite growls, the negotiation table clanking as he rises to his feet, but Hux stands firm. Behind him, he hears the guards at the door move into the room proper, flanking him, their blasters still resting in a neutral position for now.

“You will leave. If your entire emissary is not gone by the time I put my son to bed, I will call my husband to personally escort you all off the palace grounds.” Hux doesn’t bother to conceal the threat in his voice, no longer caring to salvage the Empire’s relationship with the Celanites. There are other ways to acquire the rock ivory needed for his armada. From races that were more agreeable, that didn’t underestimate his power and cruelty. That wouldn’t insult his children and his role as their mother to his face.

With that, Hux leaves the dignitaries in the hands of his guards, carefully supporting Leander as he walks through the hallways in the direction of his private quarters, mentally rescheduling the rest of his day to leave it free. The boy sniffles right in Hux’s ear, raising his head slightly.

“Mummy…I’m sorry…” His little hand grips tighter into the emperor’s regalia. “I shouldn’t…I get s-so scared…”

“Hush, dearest.” Hux turns his head slightly to kiss into his son’s hair. “You have nothing to apologize for.”

“T-Those guys sounded mad, and mean…”

“They were. Very mean.” Hux slows, taking a moment to shift Leander in his arms, so he can look his son in the eyes. “I would much rather spend the rest of my day with you, than them.”

Leander face lights up a little at that, his tears finally starting to dry up. “Really?”

“Of course. I’ll summon papa and we’ll take you and your brother and sisters out into the gardens to play. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

Leander nods his hand shyly, a little smile fluttering to his lips. Hux quickly matches it with one of his own, and leans in to kiss his son on his little rounded nose. It earns him a soft giggle that warms his heart.

Kylo likely won’t be pleased to hear about how the Celanites treated Hux, but he can’t see his mate being all that upset that, in the end, Hux chose family.

#spacetext #huxlings #omegaverse #god this is so...tooth rotting im sorry lmao #but thats what the huxling stuff is for right #kylux #sw #fanfic #lookatallthosereblogs

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npc-guy · 5 years

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Human Summoner

As I have said previously on this blog, humans are often at a disadvantage in fiction. They don’t have natural weapons or armor, they might not be able to use magic, and they often have shorter lifespans than most races. Therefore, they are often the innovators and apply magic or technology in ways that other races may not have previously considered. So why can’t this be the impetus for humans becoming Summoners in your Pathfinder campaign? The eidolon is an outsider who is only given form when the summoner makes a bond with it. Perhaps those who connect with humans see their great potential, wide array of cultures and philosophies, or general adaptability as admirable traits. After all, what is an eidolon if not also full of potential and adaptation?

Humans also tend to make bonds with other creatures for various reasons. Take dogs and cats for an example: we don’t just find these animals practically useful but also as worthy of our love and attention. We care for them, protect them, and even mourn them when they are gone. So a human becoming bound together with an eidolon sounds like a very likely possibility. It might even be a point of pride for them. “Oh, you’re a conjuration-focused wizard? Well, do you have an otherworldly spirit with a unique material form travelling with you in a mutually-beneficial relationship? Because I do. And I can summon more things than you ever will, so there!”

To conclude, the human summoner may seem like just a baseline option, but instead you should consider it when you need a summoner who can serve as a metaphorical mirror to their eidolon, is particularly prone to connecting with other creatures, or is an example of a human pushing the boundaries of what magic can accomplish.

Regina Grimaldi

A commoner by birth, Regina managed to become the servant of a wealthy lord in her home city-state. But one day, she was asked to clean in the chambers of the lord’s court magician. She was instructed not to disturb anything except what was indicated to her. Unfortunately, fate had other plans, and an accidental spill of some acid sent Regina sprawling into a magic circle already pulsing with a half-finished ritual. Her presence completed it, and a small and weak voice asked for her help, a connection, a form. Regina’s mind flashed with a thought of another weak creature asking for help: a starving stray cat in an alley. A being appeared, a feline with fur like the night sky and eyes that shone like amethysts. It was at that moment the magician returned for a forgotten book. However, the situation was resolved in a most unforeseen way. Instead of some awful punishment, Regina became the court magician’s apprentice and the new focus of his studies. Since then, Regina has trained in magic alongside her new companion Silvia.

Sukarno Spirit-friend

The people have always revered the spirits, but in recent times the spell-weavers have learned how to keep the spirits in the world for more than a few minutes or hours. Now they are part of everyday life, though Sukarno feels something is wrong. More and more, he feels the spirits are no longer revered but treated as commonplace. Perhaps even worse, as commodities. Sukarno seeks to protect the spirits from exploitation, and so does his binding-partner Cahyo. This most rare of friendly spirits, those of “the places between,” is kept in the world through an equally rare ritual Sukarno was taught by his master. Cahyo takes the form of one of the sagely dragons, complete with a scholarly beard and branch-like antlers.

Princet Rin Kuiper-Averesch

In a secluded chateau, a scion of two powerful houses has been raised in secret by servants and tutors. Princet Rin will one day ascend to the imperial throne, but for the time being they were just young and utterly friendless. That is why they demanded to begin learning from the finest conjurer on the continent. Not out of a desire to feel rulership (as their tutors suspected) but maybe to find a friend from another world. Rin devoured tome after scroll after tablet, and finally found references to a ritual that would give him a “true companion” for the rest of his life. After months of covertly compiling the necessary components, the Princet completed the ritual in the dead of night. The entity called forth took the form of a half-elf of a similar age to Rin and asked for a name. Rather flabbergasted at the sight of a naked half-elf in front of them, Rin just spluttered out their own name. The not-a-half-elf half-smiled and declined the name of another, instead reaching over to the tome at Rin’s side. It identified them as an “eidolon,” so they simply kept smiling and then named themselves: Eida.

#the daily npc #daily npc #npc #non-player character #rpg #role playing game #Pathfinder #Pathfinder RPG #Paizo #human #summoner #human summoner #advanced player's guide #book 2

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carewyncromwell · 3 years

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AU number 5 please!

5. …Your MC ends up in a romantic relationship with their best friend? (If they do end up falling in love with their best friend in canon, what if they fell in love with a different good friend?)

*glances and smiles apologetically at @cursebreakerfarrier* Ahem.

In most lifetimes, Carewyn and Bill’s relationship went through four stages. In one, however, it went through five.

Stage I: Guardian and Protectorate. When Bill first heard from Charlie about his classmate, the younger sister of the “delinquent” Jacob Cromwell, he immediately felt sorry for her. He couldn’t imagine what it must be like, to have lost an older sibling, and even if he’d yet to meet this girl, the eldest Weasley felt his “Big Brother” instincts twitching. Then Carewyn approached him the following year for help with the Ice Vault, and Bill honestly breathed a sigh of relief. Charlie had said she seemed okay even after what had happened to her brother when Bill had asked him, but Bill was still relieved to see that that did indeed seem to be the case. The young red-haired Slytherin may have been tiny and perhaps a little insecure and soft-spoken, but her eyes blazed with determination, and when they dueled, Carewyn showed immense courage, even managing to win their duel by chucking a potion bottle at Bill’s head and then using the distraction to Disarm him. It was in that moment that Bill decided -- he was going to look after this girl. And so he did everything he possibly could to help her with her quest to break the spells on the Cursed Vaults and save her brother Jacob.

Stage II: Surrogate Big Brother and Little Sister. As the years went by, Bill and Carewyn dealt with the Cursed Vaults together with their other friends and got to know each other better, and Bill soon came to see and treat Carewyn like family. Bill cheered both Charlie and Carewyn on in Quidditch friendlies. Bill even invited Carewyn over for Christmas at the Burrow one year. It soon got to the point that Bill almost filled the role in Carewyn’s life that Jacob once had, in the way that they were rarely seen apart -- and yet, even with that, Carewyn never trusted Bill with all of her flaws and insecurities the way she had Jacob. She never trusted anyone that much. As Carewyn got older and the maturity gap decreased, Bill found himself leaning on Carewyn in a way he never really had anyone else, as well as found Carewyn herself answering his emotional needs by looking after him just as much if not more than he looked out for her, just like she did the rest of their friends. Carewyn counseled him about his crush on Emily Tyler. She offered a listening ear and good advice when he was down. She surprised him with meaningful Christmas gifts and sang songs to cheer him up. Their friends had started teasing the two by calling them the “Papa Bear” and “Mama Bear” of their friend group, and even Bill had to admit, they really weren’t on the uneven footing they’d been on before. After all...Carewyn really supported him a lot more than she ever let him support her anymore...

Stage III: Equals. By the time Bill reached his seventh year, Carewyn had really come into her own as a strong, determined young woman with a brave, compassionate heart and an unbreakable spirit. Despite the two year age gap, Carewyn had more than proven herself Bill’s peer, not just on the dueling field but in leading and protecting others. Bill was proud of how much his friend had grown and truly respected her as a person, but he couldn’t help but notice -- now that they were on equal footing -- just how much Carewyn didn’t trust him or the rest of their friends, even after everything they’d gone through together. Even when she clearly cared so much about him, Charlie, and the rest, she absolutely refused to let them into her heart or help her with her emotional needs. Still Bill was patient and was prepared to let Carewyn open up when she was ready, even after Charlie blew up at her for keeping so much from them and Ben and Merula stubbornly refused to let her just go off by herself without telling anyone. After Rowan’s death, however, Carewyn disappeared for a full 24 hours. When Bill found out, he immediately dropped his Cursebreaking assignment and rushed back to the school to help the others look for her. When she finally emerged after being found by Duncan, Bill fell to pieces, tearing into Carewyn about how he knew full well that “she was a liar,” that she “always lies,” but that it was “only because of how much she cared,” and berating her for being so stubborn that only Rowan’s death could finally make her open up to her friends and trust them with how she felt. Bill was crying the entire time, which wasn’t much of a surprise -- Carewyn crying too, however, took everyone aback. And it was as the two sat on the floor hugging each other and sobbing, right before Charlie and Ben both also descended on Carewyn and Merula hugged herself on the sidelines, that the wall between Bill and Carewyn was finally torn down.

Stage IV: Best Friends Forever. From that point on, Bill and Carewyn saw each other as their best friend. Bill was Carewyn’s second-in-command in the Circle of Khanna, and when the two dueled side-by-side, they could stand toe-to-toe with just about any Dark wizard. After Carewyn joined the Ministry as a lawyer, Bill would pop down to watch her court cases from time to time, and whenever Bill wrote to Carewyn asking for help with an assignment for Gringotts, Carewyn would instantly drop whatever she was working on to help him, even though she’d never really wanted to be a Cursebreaker herself. The two also wrote to each other pretty much constantly and supported each other unconditionally. No one could deny that these two loved each other, even if it was only platonically.

In one universe, however, as mentioned...there were those who suspected that love was much more than just platonic.

Stage V: Lovers. (More under the cut, ‘cause this got long AF. >>; )

HPHM AU Ask!

It all started when Carewyn distanced herself from the Weasleys in 1995, just after the return of Lord Voldemort in the Little Hangleton graveyard. Carewyn came to the austere decision so as to help the Order, since she knew her position at the Department of Magical Law Enforcement could be helpful in the fight to come and her associating with the Weasleys or the staff of Hogwarts at all would give Fudge less reason to trust her. Even despite the logic of the rationale, the loss of his best friend and confidante, if only through not being able to speak or write to her, weighed very heavily on Bill. Carewyn had been one of only two people he’d ever felt he could really rely on for emotional support (the other being Charlie), and she was easily the one he did so most, since she was always so prompt in her written responses and always seemed to know exactly what he needed. Her absence left a hole in Bill’s heart and life, which was soon filled by his new associate at Gringotts, Fleur Delacour. Fleur was very taken with Bill, and soon enough Bill felt romantic feelings budding in his heart for her as well. The two started dating, and the relationship brought some real sunshine back to Bill’s life, even in the midst of the storm to come.

The advent of the Second Wizarding War prompted a lot of people to jump into marriage quickly, as it felt like any day might be your last -- and so, within a year, Bill was all set to marry Fleur. He loved her very much, and she him...but everyone else in the Weasley family was a bit less sure about the prospect, especially Mrs. Weasley and Ginny. But in this universe, it wasn’t just because they didn’t like Fleur. Even Fleur herself was a little startled when Bill popped the question so quickly. But Bill loved Fleur and, he thought, the War would be less scary if he knew she was by his side. Not long after he popped the question, Voldemort’s return was finally made public, and Bill saw his chance to finally -- FINALLY -- be able to see Carewyn again at the Ministry, after she dealt with Fudge’s Educational Decree #23 in court. The two met covertly in Carewyn’s office for the first time in over a year, both almost beside themselves with how happy they were to see each other. Bill and Carewyn hugged for almost five whole minutes, laughing and babbling almost the entire time and squeezing each other in a vice grip. It was the happiest either Carewyn or Bill had been in months.

Bill had expected that his best friend might not wholly approve of his and Fleur’s engagement too. Carewyn, however, although she was taken aback, very quickly showed support. “She makes you happy, doesn’t she?” the lawyer asked through a beautiful, soft smile. “Well...that’s all I could ever want for you, Bill. I know how long you’ve wanted a family...if Fleur can give you that, and love you and care for you...then that’s all that matters.” Bill was encouraged by Carewyn’s words, and yet almost uncomfortable -- maybe he just wasn’t used to positive feedback to his engagement yet, he thought sheepishly. Nonetheless, after Carewyn said she was sure the ceremony would be beautiful and lamented that she probably wouldn’t get to see it, Bill fiercely insisted that Carewyn would have to be there: he refused to start such an important chapter of his life without her. His insistence on her being present did seem to affect Carewyn somehow -- Bill couldn’t quite place how, but she was smiling, at least.

After their meeting, however, Bill found himself a bit less certain than he had been previously. Seeing Carewyn again after so long really got him thinking about how much of a bedrock she’d really become in his life -- seeing her in the courtroom, recalling once again what a brilliant, noble woman she was, finally realizing how hard she’d really been fighting all that time they’d been apart, in complete silence...just like she always had, since they’d first met...it shook him slightly. When had she become so instrumental to him? When did the thought of her not being at his wedding become so terrifying that it made him not want to go down the aisle at all? When did them separating make him feel anguish, knowing that there was a good chance they’d never be reunited again? When had he...become so emotionally reliant on her...even more so than his own fiancee? These questions bothered Bill a lot. He pushed them away for the longest time, but still they persisted. Fleur could tell Bill was upset about something, and yet Bill was too ashamed to admit to her what was wrong. She at one point asked Bill if there was “someone else,” and Bill -- almost panic-stricken by the suggestion -- vehemently said no. Carewyn was his friend, his best friend! They’d been partners, yes, but not like that -- they’d been Papa Bear and Mama Bear at school, sure, but that was a joke! Carewyn was family -- she’d always been family. Not like Fleur soon would be...

That night, finally, Bill had to ask himself -- could he see Carewyn, the way he saw Fleur? Even if he wouldn’t choose Carewyn over Fleur...could Carewyn be someone he could see himself marrying and starting a family with? And at long, long last, Bill had to admit...he could. He could imagine it. He could imagine Carewyn being a wonderful mother -- cradling a red-haired, freckled baby in her arms and singing it a lullaby -- smiling at him with those ruby red lips as he came home -- trailing a hand through his hair as he kissed her. And Bill, his heart both swelling with joy and breaking in despair, knew he couldn’t marry Fleur while feeling so conflicted.

He finally opened up to Fleur about how he felt, leaving off Carewyn’s name the entire time...yet Fleur, insightful as ever, knew immediately who Bill was talking about. Although she was a bit hurt, she nonetheless maintained the utmost grace and suggested they break their engagement. “If after you’ve come to a dezision, your heart iz still mine,” she said gently, “zhen we can pick up where we’ve left off, Bill. And if it iz not...zhen I wish you every happiness.” Bill, still feeling incredibly ashamed of himself for rushing so fast into an engagement before he’d even taken the time to properly address his unexamined feelings for Carewyn, thanked Fleur for her support. She truly was a wonderful woman -- it was unsurprising that he’d grown to care for her so much.

Fleur and Bill didn’t have the chance to break the news to anyone about their wedding being put off before the Order was summoned to Hogwarts to protect it from the Death Eaters that had broken into the school with the help of Draco Malfoy. After the Battle of the Astronomy Tower, Bill got his face slashed up by Greyback and Mrs. Weasley finally accepted Fleur and her love for Bill, even with their engagement having been broken. Late that night, Carewyn received a letter from Tonks about Dumbledore’s death, Snape’s betrayal, and Bill’s injury and without hesitation she Apparated to Hogsmeade, turned into a robin, and flew the rest of the way to Hogwarts.

Carewyn found Bill sleeping restlessly in the Hospital Wing with nightmares. She used her Legilimency to enter Bill’s mind so she could soothe his nightmares of turning into a werewolf and killing everyone he loved and transform them into images of the Burrow, in anticipation for his wedding. But because Carewyn didn’t realize that Bill and Fleur had broken up earlier that day, she didn’t know that Bill wouldn’t have ever conjured up such a dream himself. And so when Carewyn tried to gently coax Bill to head down to the wedding pavilion over to Fleur, telling him that she’d catch up, Bill -- even though he was asleep -- sensed something was off. After a long moment of staring at Fleur’s lovely, smiling face among the crowd of his friends and family, he realized that however happy it was, it wasn’t what he wanted...and so, it wasn’t something he’d conjured up himself. It wasn’t his dream -- it was someone else’s dream for him. Within his dream, Bill turned to Carewyn, his brown eyes full of both love and pain, and said through a weak smile, “...Carey...as always...you lie because you care.”

Carewyn had not expected Bill to instantly force himself awake and -- within seconds -- bring up a hand to clutch Carewyn by the back of the head and hold her in place so he could place his scarred lips, slightly hampered by the bandages covering his face, to the side of her face. It was the first time Bill had ever kissed Carewyn, even if it wasn’t on the lips -- and over time, it would not be the last.

#HPHM AU ask #carewyn cromwell #bill weasley #fleur delacour #honestly I love these two as bffs though #we need more loving male and female friendships that don't turn into romances

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yoondoze · 6 years

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turn of events | l.ty

“i’ve wanted you from the start” + “maybe it’s a sin, but i really don’t care” + taeyong

pairing: lee taeyong x reader

genre: fluff, it starts to get a lil steamy but it cuts off p quick

word count: 2.6k (turned into more of a one-shot, oops)

warnings: none

It was hard to describe the feeling in your stomach.

It all started out as a giddy excitement - you were preparing for a grand party, sure to bring about many good things, a chance of which you held on with a great hope.

Then, when you thought about it, it turned to nervousness, since that opportunity you wanted to seize most was off-limits, to say the least.

It was a mingling of opposite emotions that left you a little unsure, made you think that maybe you should just not go at all.

The questions you expected began right as you walked downstairs carefully, heels clicking on the marble.

“Ah, pulling out your most extravagant attire - might there be a reason, my dear?” Your mother raised her eyebrows with a sly smirk as she laid eyes upon your figure.

It was a beautiful navy blue dress complimented by silver jewels along the chest that dipped delicately down to the waist. The back was open but with dainty ribbons crossing over from side to side. It was a comfortable length, too, so you weren’t tripping over it constantly. And because it was an event matching for the elegance of the dress, you wouldn’t look like you were trying too hard.

“Well, it is the most prodigious party of the year,” you explained, a convincing tone taking place on each syllable. “I thought I needed to match. And while I’m there, I might want to catch a couple eyes…” You kept up a playful manner but didn’t dare to tell her who you really hoped for. If you did, she might just disown you.

You knew Lee Taeyong would be at this party - it was one of the largest events of the year, hosted by one of the wealthiest families in the city. Nearly every family that was on good terms with them had been invited, including yours and Taeyong’s. Because of that reason, you made sure to wear your best dress - though you knew that the possibility of safely talking to him was unlikely, you still had hope.

It was a rare opportunity to see him in person. Considering your families were practically enemies, it was hard to be in love in secret, but at least you could see him face to face tonight.

“Yes, make your moves while you’re young and beautiful. Don’t look too long at the art, for someone may purchase it before you get the chance.”

“Mother,” you laughed, “you sound so grim.”

“I’m just giving a piece of advice, dear.”

“I know, but don’t worry. I’ll be careful.”

The party was nothing short of extravagant. You walked in behind your parents, trying to keep your composure while taking in the sumptuous ballroom. The hall was in a large hotel in the city, so you didn’t expect any less.

Your head turned to scan the crowd, searching for Taeyong. You knew he’d be hard to approach - with all of the watchful eyes at this party, you couldn’t make it obvious because it would make its way back to your parents in no time.

To sum it up, there was an endless drama between Taeyong’s parents and yours. Someone had cheated someone out of a deal and fighting ensued. However, even before the messy events that built a wall between the two of you, there was always a spark of interest. There had always been a connection, ever since you had first met at a ball when you were thirteen. Even when your parents had introduced you to other boys from wealthy families, you could only ever think about something with Taeyong, the boy you knew you could never have.

Since then, you had always shared small glances across rooms with him, sneaky small smiles and gestures in public places and a whole lot of careful messaging. It was more than unfair that you had to suffer the consequences of the adult’s drama - you weren’t your parents and Taeyong wasn’t his.

You walked around with your parents for a while, introducing yourself and shaking many hands with a multitude of business owners and millionaires. While your father talked about business and the stock market, your eyes roamed around the room covertly.

“Has your daughter met someone yet? Her future seems bright… whoever ends up with her is lucky,” one of your father’s acquaintances spoke. The words caught your attention, and something about it simply put you off. “No, I haven’t yet,” you smiled, even though there was always someone on your mind.

“Ah, I see, well, my son Jaehyun is quite the gentleman - I raised him myself, you know.” You let out a forced laugh. “Anyway, perhaps I could introduce you to him later. He’s a sweet boy, really.”

“I’d love that,” you said. “Thank you so much.” But in reality, you had no desire to be introduced to Jaehyun. You then excused yourself from the conversation, heading over to have a seat at the bar.

However, as you glanced through the groups of people, a familiar face caught your eye. There, over in the corner conversing with a circle of people, was Taeyong. He was dressed in a fine black suit, slim and fit just perfect for him. You couldn’t help but stare.

His eyes flicked up to meet yours and entrapped you in a gaze that stretched the length of the room. Suddenly, he made a small gesture with his hand, two lean fingers motioning you toward him. Then, you watched as he excused himself from the group and spun on his heel, exiting the ballroom.

You were almost sure that it was an invitation to follow, so you did just that. You made a slight turn and set out in his direction, swiftly placing your empty glass on a waiter’s tray as one passed to get it off your hands. On the way, you brought your hand up to fix your hair, a nervous bubble forming in you from the excitement of seeing the boy.

When the doors to the room closed behind you, the noise became muffled. It allowed you to hear the footsteps echoing from down the hall. You could see the back of Taeyong’s suit and scurried right after, trying to keep a distance that didn’t look suspicious but also close enough that you knew where he was turning.

Eventually, you ended up in a stairwell far from the main room. Leaned up against the concrete wall was Taeyong, shooting you a playful smirk when you joined him.

“Good to see you.” You slung your arms around his neck, reaching up to kiss him. He turned it into a firm liplock right away, but pulled back just as your fingers began to crawl through the hairs at the base of his neck.

“Can’t say that sneaking around is a talent of mine,” you said, biting your lip.

He chuckled. “I can tell. Your heart’s beating a mile a minute.”

It wasn’t often that you got to see Taeyong in person. You were always accompanied by bodyguards, courtesy of your father, so it was rare that you snuck out to meet him. Rather, you talked online when possible - texting him under a different name and the like. If anyone ever asked why you were smiling at your phone, it was always just one of your girlfriends from school.

Therefore, getting out of that ballroom had made you more nervous than ever, and not knowing if someone would be looking for you soon kept you on your toes.

“So… I booked a room upstairs, if you’d like?”

You sighed. “That would be great.”

He shot you a playful smile and then took your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours and pulling you up the stairs. You grabbed the length of your dress with your free hand and tried to keep up with him and not trip at the same time.

After a few flights, he carefully pushed the door to the hallway open, peeking his head out to make sure the coast was clear. Then, he rushed in and down a couple doors and pushed you inside one quickly.

He shut the door and leaned his back up against it, and neither of you bothered to restrain your laughs. How unbelievable. After you caught your breath, you went to sit down on the edge of the bed, where you finally freed your feet of those painful heels.

He walked around as you settled, fetching a bottle of wine from the refrigerator. When he came back, he poured the two of you a drink and handed you a glass.

“To the simultaneous stress and joy of hidden relationships,” he said, raising his glass to yours. Your glasses clinked and you took a delighted sip of the beverage, trying not to focus on the bittersweetness of your situation.

“You think you’re ever gonna tell your parents?” he asked, a little quieter.

You shook your head sadly. “Not now, I can’t. They’d cut me off and kick me out, I’m sure.”

“It sucks that I can’t… you know, be with you. Like normal people who like each other.”

“We’d be such a power couple, really,” you sighed.

He only chuckled at your comment, sitting down in the desk chair and spinning it around to face you.

“Once I have a backup for if they kick me out - once I have enough of my own money that I’d be able to get a place if I need, I’ll tell them. And honestly, if they do disown me for it… then I don’t care. Because I want to love you, and if they don’t see that, and if they can’t accept it, then that’s on them.”

“We’ll be okay,” he reassured you. “Once we’re a little older, we can do it. I don’t need my dad’s money to be happy.” Even still, you had a thought that the air of confidence in his voice was false - he was just as worried as you, though he didn’t seem it from the outside.

You put your glass down and flopped back onto the soft comforter of the bed, staring up at the ceiling. If only it didn’t have to be this complicated. Maybe this didn’t have to be you and Taeyong sneaking out of a party to be with each other secretly - maybe it could just be the two of you together, relaxing in a hotel room on a weekend out, in a world where you didn’t have to hide.

He clambered over to your side, resting on his stomach and draping an arm over your stomach.

“But don’t you ever think that it would be easier for you to see someone else, instead of wasting all the effort and taking risks to see me?” you asked.

A hurt look crossed his face at your words. “Do you not want to do this anymore?”

“No, no,” you were quick to reply, grabbing his hand. “I just feel bad. I feel like you could find someone who you can actually… be with. Be with normally, how you said. Don’t you get tired of this sometimes?”

“Well, of course I get tired of it,” he said, “but I never thought of giving up on it. On us. I’ve always wanted you from the start. And that has to mean something.”

His eyes gazed at you kindly, sweetly, gently. In that moment, it felt like it was real, it felt like you had a chance to bloom in the secret garden you’d built with Taeyong. You just hoped that someday, a Mary Lennox would come along to allow you to open it up.

You let your line of sight trail down, noticing how plush and soft his lips were. Then, he was leaning forward, pressing his mouth onto yours. Your eyes fluttered shut as his hand came to rest on the side of your face, and you couldn’t resist being swept up into him. It was slow and delicate, a trade of smooth kisses.

Soon, though, it turned needy. His lips pressed against yours with more force with his grasp on your hips tightening. Your hands tugged at his hair, his tongue slipping into your mouth and absolutely stealing the breath from your lungs.

“It feels like I’m sinning, to be here with you,” you panted, drawing away from him. He trailed kisses down your neck, suckling on a spot at your jaw.

“Maybe it is a sin,” he muttered, “but I really don’t care.”

Just as his hips ground down onto yours, your cell phone on the bedside table began to ring. You jolted up at the noise, fumbling over for your phone. You gulped before bringing it up to your ear, motioning for Taeyong to be quiet.

“Hello?”

“Y/N…” it was the voice of your mother. “Where are you? Jaehyun’s father wants you to meet his son.”

You took a deep breath to calm the nerves that spiked up when she spoke. “Sorry, I just left to take a walk around. It was getting a little stuffy in that room and I just felt anxious. I’ll come back now.”

You could hear her discontent, but she at least bought the lie. “Please do, dear. I expect to see you here very soon.”

“Yes, mother.” With that, she hung up and you were scrambling to put your heels back on. You shuffled and fixed the straps of your dress into their places.

“What happened? What’s going on?” Taeyong asked, eyes wide as he watched you flounder around.

“That was my mom, and she’s looking for me, and I need to be back now.”

You brushed your fingers through your hair as you stood in front of the mirror before turning around to face him.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t spend more time here…” you said, reaching up to cup his cheek, “but I won’t give up on us.”

You planted a last kiss on his lips, a genuine smile forming on your face as he leaned forward when you pulled away.

Then you were off, carefully peering out the door and then scurrying to the stairs, leaving behind the boy who had your heart.

In the end, you made it back to the party safely. As you approached your mother, she shot you a smile, but when you came close enough, she whispered sternly in your ear, “You absolutely cannot run away at an event as big as this one. I will speak to you about this later, young lady.”

You expected that, of course. The two of you turned to face Jaehyun and his father, who jumped right into a conversation with your family. After the introductions and a quick shake of hands, the adults began to speak in somewhat of a closed-off circle, leaving Jaehyun and you in an awkward air.

He broke it off by starting his own small talk with you, asking about the party, your dress, the like. By the end, you decided you didn’t have anything against him - he just wasn’t the one for you.

As Jaehyun rambled something about golf, you caught sight of Taeyong once again, who had just recently reentered the ballroom. He looked right over at you, too, and exchanged a tiny smile that could have been to no one in particular, but you knew it was for you.

The swapping of grins renewed your faith - there would come a day when you could emerge from the secrecy. Until then, you’d just have to deal with it and share quiet moments by yourselves, and maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing.

You smiled to yourself, only brushing it off as nothing when Jaehyun asked. Tonight had been quite the ride - an interesting turn of events.

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If Looks Could Kill 4/27

Summary: Emma Swan is a dedicated FBI agent getting over a bad breakup. When she and her partner, Ruby Lucas, are forced to go undercover as contestants on a reality show, Emma is forced to try and win the affections of Killian Jones, a man she despises.

Killian Jones is a lost boy. Having recently been nicknamed the ‘Bad Boy of Boston,’ he’s been living up to his moniker using women and rum to avoid dealing with his dark past. When he’s forced to take the lead in a reality show, he encounters a gorgeous blonde who turns his world upside down.

Miss Congeniality meets The Bachelor

Rated: M for language, violence, and smut.

Catch up here: 1, 2, 3

Killian didn’t make it to bed until almost three in the morning. After his encounter with Emma, he returned to find the production crew waiting for him. They insisted that he do his interviews that night while he was still dressed up and while all of the women were still fresh in his mind.

The truth though, was that Emma was right. Most of the women did blur together after the first five minutes of the evening. The only ones who really stuck out were the ones that were over the top inappropriate, like the girl from New Orleans who grabbed his butt talking about how he could give her some pointers on some sticky buns for her restaurant.

And then there was Emma. As soon as he laid his eyes on her he felt drawn to her by an invisible force. She wasn’t like the rest of them and he was entranced. She didn’t seem fazed by his fame or money, and their short conversation had been the most stimulating exchange he had had in months, years maybe, but he wouldn’t let himself think about that.

Their interaction that night had been brief, but he couldn’t help but think that maybe this whole experience wouldn’t be as horrible as he expected. Who knows, maybe the others would be less exasperating in a more intimate setting.

There was a special room set up near the front of the mansion with cameras and lighting already in position. David had him sit in a wingback chair near a roaring fireplace so they could adjust the lighting for filming.

Off to the side, out of the view of the camera, was a man named Sebastian. He was holding a stack of headshots to help Killian remember who each woman from that evening was. The interview consisted of asking the same question about every single contestant there. The network would choose four or five of his answers from that episode to run in the promo.

It took all of his strength to fake interest in any of it. He was supposed to be a guy looking for love and thrilled at the prospect of meeting his soul mate. In reality he was simply a heartbroken man who no longer believed in love, at least for him. When he lost Milah, he swore off relationships out of respect to her and what they had. No other woman would ever compare to her.

When the interviewer held up a portrait of the last woman, Emma Fowler, he couldn’t contain the grin that overtook his face. The interviewer not missing the first real bit of sincerity Killian had showed all night jumped, asking more questions about Emma than any of the other girls.

“So,” he started, “I’d ask if there were any women that might be front-runners at this point, but judging by the way you just lit up I think we have our answer. What is it about Emma that stuck out to you?”

Once the interviewer had asked the question, Killian realized what was happening. He felt an attraction for Emma that surpassed anything physical. Even after knowing her for only five minutes he could tell she was sharp and witty, and there had been something about her that shouted to him that she might even understand him. That she had experienced pain too. Those were dangerous thoughts though and he had to shut them down.

Emma could be a fun distraction while he was trapped filming the show, but it couldn’t go beyond that, wouldn’t go beyond that. He had already found and lost his true love, and would never be ready to move on; he could never disrespect what they had together.

“Um, I wouldn’t say there were any front-runners per say. I met the women briefly tonight but haven’t really had the chance to get to know them yet.”

He was coy for the rest of the interview, and when they finally wrapped, he was taken back to he guesthouse where he quickly passed out from exhaustion.

Emma barely slept. Images of Neal and his broken promises haunted her all night. It had taken Emma years to trust a man again, only to have that trust thrown back in her face. What she had with Neal was a lie, Walsh was a lie, and now whatever she was forced to forge with Killian was going to be a lie.

Killian was easier though. She wouldn’t get her heart broken this time because she wouldn’t let him in. Last night, telling him about the déjà vu theory was a fluke. She never meant to give him something so honest, but with everyone whispering in her ear to be nice to Killian it just slipped out.

Ruby had reminded her that there were eyes everywhere watching their every move, and she needed to stay in character, which meant playful banter with Killian.

Robin told her that despite all of Killian’s false bravado, he was actually a decent guy underneath it all. When Killian mentioned the odd feeling, Robin was certain that Killian had recognized her, while Will told her to distract him before he could put it together.

So many voices were swirling around and it was the first thought that came to mind. As soon as she said it all of the pain came flooding back and she cursed herself for allowing Neal into her thoughts, into her life. When he told her that he liked the idea, and that perhaps it meant he wasn’t as lost as he thought, she sensed sincerity in his words. In that moment he wasn’t the womanizing pig from the other night. He was just a handsome stranger sharing a meaningful conversation, and she felt a spark of something between them when she saw the way he looked at her.

No, Emma wouldn’t let another man into her life, as tempting as he may have been, even if it were only for a few months. It was safer that way. Of course, he probably hadn’t even given her a second thought after that. There were so many faces last night, he would never be able to pick her out of crowd, and that made her feel just a tiny bit better.

Emma got out of bed and tiptoed around the room trying not to wake Ruby. She changed into some workout gear and snuck her way of out the house. Typically the girls on the show were forced to remain in the house, only being allowed to leave for special occasions, and always under supervision.

Since Emma and Ruby weren’t actual contestants, they had a little more leniency, citing that they needed to keep up their physical activities and meet covertly with their team. They still had to keep it a secret from everyone so she and Ruby would have to be careful sneaking in and out of the house without anyone noticing.

Regina explained that by isolating the girls from the world, it would heighten their emotional responses, making them desperate for Killian, and therefore provide more entertainment. Ruby chimed in, adding that it meant more catfights, meltdowns, and ultimately more pinning for Killian.

Emma coined it for what it was, psychological torture. There were no phones or computers allowed. The girls only had each other for company, making male companionship all that more desirable. Remembering that she would have to compete in humiliating contests made her angrier.

The fury building up helped to push her through an extra two miles of her run. She had found a slightly overgrown trail that lead to some docks at the back of the property. There was a small boathouse at one end of the decking, but no boats moored. It was the perfect place to hide when everything became too much.

She sat on the end of the dock, letting her legs dangle over the edge almost able to dip her shoes into the water. She stayed there watching the sunrise. It would probably be the only relaxing time she would get for the rest of the day. The smell and sounds of the waves crashing against the bulkhead were intoxicating, and she had to summon all of her will to stand up. People would start waking up soon and she needed to get back before she was missed.

She stretched out the muscles that had stiffened before turning back, just in time to hear voices approaching.

She heard a female voice yell out, “Race you there,” followed by male laughter.

She looked around to see if there was another trail to take back but there wasn’t. Perhaps if she kept her head down he would be too entranced with his new running mate to notice her.

“Hey, fancy meeting you here.” It was Ruby, panting hard. Ruby had never been much of a runner. She preferred pilates and kickboxing. In fact she only ever ran in preparations for her annual physicals at the bureau.

“Emma?” Killian looked surprised.

Emma glanced between the two of them as they traded guilty glances, and a small ember of jealousy began to form. She suddenly understood why Ruby was so willing to make an exception to her running rule.

“I should have known you’d be out here when I saw your empty bed this morning,” Ruby said.

Killian did a double take between the two ladies. “Wait, are you two roommates?”

Emma didn’t answer so Ruby spoke up for her.

“Ya, she’s actually my best friend. I had to beg her to come with me so I wasn’t alone in this house with all of these crazy girls.”

He made a face as he looked at Emma. It was a face she has seen far too often on Neal. The guilt ridden ‘I’m sorry’ face, but I’m really only sorry that I got caught. Of course he was still just a guy, after anything with boobs. Of course she didn’t mean anything to him. Of course last night had just been part of the game.

Game. Face. On.

“Ya, sorry, I couldn’t sleep and I didn’t want to wake you, but I’m about to head back so we won’t have to fight for the shower.” She didn’t even wait to see Ruby’s expression before turning back to trail and taking off, running as fast as she could, creating as much distance between them as possible.

As she was leaving she heard Ruby call after Killian, before he made some sort of joke about her trying to get him all hot and bothered.

She showered, changed into a sweatshirt and leggings, leaving her damp hair down to dry naturally making sure her ear com was well hidden, and went into the kitchen where she was met with the smell of fresh coffee. There where two women sitting at the bar with steaming mugs. She immediately recognized Elsa by her platinum blonde bun, but didn’t identify the girl next to her until she came around the island to grab herself a cup. It was Tamara.

Both ladies got quiet so Emma went into undercover mode.

“Looks like great minds thing alike,” she stated holding up her now full mug. Elsa and Tamara followed suit toasting their mugs in the air as well. Emma sat down across the island from them breathing in her coffee.

It was Tamara that finally broke the awkward silent standoff they seemed to have been having. “So, anyone have a clue what they’ve got in store for us today?”

“I overheard some of the production crew talking last night. I didn’t catch all of it, but they said something about making sure the kitchen was fully stocked for today. I guess we’re having a big group meal?” Elsa was taking animatedly with her heads, clearly proud of herself for having the inside scoop.

“Morning Swan,” Robin chirped merrily before Will chimed in. “Did you have lovely dreams about anyone.”

Emma grumbled to herself, but not quietly enough.

Tamara raised one eyebrow at her. “Ah, I get it. Group dates not your thing? Can’t wait to get him all alone?”

Maybe it was just Emma’s cynicism leaking through but she was sure Tamara’s words were searing with contempt.

Emma forced the corners of he mouth to tug up. “You caught me.”

Before she could say anything more she heard Ruby in her ear. “Emma, remember we need her to trust us. I’m on my way down.” Trust was a four-letter word. Like she trusted Ruby to have her back, before she saw her sneaking around with Killian that morning.

A pang of guilt washed over her. Deep down Emma knew that she could trust Ruby with anything, even her life. And as far as Killian went, he wasn’t hers. She didn’t even want him she reminded herself. Ruby was just doing her job, giving him a reason to keep her around, while also making sure Tamara wasn’t alone with him.

“Personally, I’d love to see a catfight. Maybe you could throw some pillows in while it’s still early and everyone’s in the nighties. Come on, Swan, you know you could take her.”

She heard a thumping noise followed by an “oi, wud ya do that for” and forced herself not to snicker.

Robin’s voice came over the line next. “Sorry, Swan, ignore him.”

As Ruby arrived she grabbed a glass and some orange juice from the fridge and settled on a bar stool next to Emma, before more girls started trickling downstairs.

Twenty minutes later Mary Margaret appeared. “Okay ladies, you have thirty minutes to get ready and meet back here in the kitchen. We’ll bring in Killian and he’ll explain what you’ll all be doing on your group dates today.”

She left as quickly as she disappeared and Emma found Ruby dragging her back upstairs. Ruby went to the closet and pulled out a sundress tossing it on Emma’s bed, turning back to grab some matching strappy wedges, before whirling back to grab an outfit for herself.

She instructed Emma to change into the dress as she did the same. Both Women did their hair and makeup in relative silence, which was unusual for them.

“Are we okay? Did I do something to upset you?” Ruby asked.

Emma shut her eyes and threw her head back.

“No, it’s not you. I’m just stressed and honestly I was a little surprised to see you two together this morning.” Thinking better of her words and not wanting to seem jealous she added, “and I just thought people weren’t supposed to see us outside of the house.”

“What is she talking about, Ruby?” Robin’s tone was oddly serious. “Ruby, I know you’re a little free-spirited with your sexuality, but please tell me you didn’t sleep with him last night.”

“What,” she shrieked. “No, of course not. God, Locksley, you’ve been spending way too much time trapped in that van with Scarlett.”

“Hey,” Will shouted. “I resemble that remark.”

“Guys,” Emma cried out exasperatedly. “I didn’t mean it like that. I just saw them out jogging this morning.”

“Ugh, this is a huge clusterfuck.” Ruby sighed and fell back on her bed. “I didn’t mean to go jogging. I was trying to get to the van and he was heading off to the trails. He asked what I was doing and then made a crude joke about me not needed to hunt him down. I couldn’t tell him where I was really going so I told him I was just going for a quick jog and he invited himself along. I wasn’t even wearing the right bra for it, and now ‘the girls’ are screaming at me.”

Killian was in a good mood, a rarity as of late. He had intended to sleep in given how late he went to bed, but he woke with the first bit of light streaming through the window. He assumed it was due to the lack of alcohol, his body wasn’t used to being sober anymore. Regina had left strict instructions with the wait staff and film crew that Killian was not to have more than two drinks that night. She didn’t want him making an ass of himself in front of millions of viewers and editing could only do so much.

He also found that he had a lot of nervous energy still surging through his system from the previous night and needed to burn some of it off. Noticing that there was no workout equipment in his guesthouse, he decided going for a run would be the only option.

He strapped on his sneakers and headed out. About half a mile down though, he spotted one of the girls from the night before sneaking around. She was obviously trying to accidentally run into him. As he came closer and got a better view of her face he realized who she was. He couldn’t remember her name, but he certainly remembered her occupation. She was the lingerie model, and she certainly had the curves for it.

“And where might we be off to this fine morning?”

She jumped. He really needed to remember to clear his throat or something to announce his presence.

“Um.” She bounced on her feet looking around. “Please don’t tell anyone since we’re not supposed to leave but I was getting restless and really just wanted to get in a jog.”

“Okay then, after you.” She hadn’t exactly invited him along, but the whole reason she was even there was for him so of course she’d love his company.

She didn’t say anything, just started jogging slowly, painfully slowly. They may as well have been walking the trail. His only consolation was the view of her assets jiggling around as she bounced from foot to foot.

When they finally made their way to the docks, clearly not as private of an area as he would have imagined, he was shocked to see the blonde goddess already there. He wanted to talk to her, but his workout partner beat him to it.

He looked over to the panting girl next to him and back to Emma. Her face warped almost immediately. Was she jealous? Surely not, after all, last night she made it clear that she wasn’t entirely invested in winning the competition, or at least that’s how she made it seem. Maybe she did care.

Crap. Not only were they roommates but they were best friends and Emma was there unwillingly. This would make things more challenging if he wanted anything to happen with either of them. While Emma had plagued his thoughts all morning, he had pushed that idea deep into the back of his mind. He couldn’t allow her to be special, not for Milah.

She left quickly without saying much and the brunette next to him seemed unphased. She knew Emma better than anyone, and if she didn’t seemed bothered, then it must have meant Emma wasn’t bothered by them being together either. Why did that upset him?

When he returned to his guesthouse after his jog Mary Margaret was waiting for him. She gave him the schedule for the day, instructing him not to eat too much for breakfast. She told him she’d be back for him before the hour was up so he should shower and she’d send over hair, makeup, and wardrobe.

It didn’t take nearly as long to get ready this time. The hair lady let him keep his hair in the messy style he loved, and his outfit was much more relaxed. He got to pick between three shades of jeans, and then was handed a blue button down to match, which the wardrobe guy insisted looked better with the sleeves rolled up. The makeup girl still lingered though.

When Mary Margaret returned, he was all ready to go. She brought him into the kitchen where all of the ladies were already waiting. He scanned the room and found Emma in a back corner, standing with the model from that morning. He made a mental note that he was really going to have to learn some names soon.

Mary Margaret turned everything over to him so he could explain the challenge.

“Okay ladies,” he started. “I think we’ve all heard the age old adage that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. And we all know the whole reason we’re here is for one of you to try and win my heart.”

He could see all of ladies looking back and forth to each other nervously in anticipation.

“So with that in mind we’ve created your first challenge. This kitchen was fully stocked last night with all sorts of tasty ingredients.” He paused there to lick his lips per Mary Margaret’s instructions. “You’re challenge today is to create a dish that you think will amaze me, so I can get an idea of what it would be like to come home to you every day. You’ll have your choice of preparing an appetizer, main course dish, or dessert. You’ll break into three groups and each group will get a turn to impress me. The ladies who make the three least impressive dishes will be sent packing tonight.”

He turned to walk away so Mary Margaret could divide the girls into their groups. Just as he was about to leave the room he turned back and locked eyes with Emma.

“And ladies, don’t be afraid to, you know, really get in to it.” He winked and left.

The girls had been divided, Ruby, Emma, and Tamara all being in the last group. This way Emma and Ruby could keep an eye on her making sure she didn’t poison her dish somehow.

Emma found the entire thing degrading. The notion of a woman having to cook for a man to earn his affections was irritating and humiliating. It also didn’t help that Emma knew how to cook exactly three things.

Sensing her reluctance, Robin tried to give her an out. “Swan, we can walk you through a dish if you need. To be honest though, he really does prefer simple food.”

Emma whispered back under her breath that she was fine. She wasn’t going to put in a ton of effort, for him to only try two bites, especially since she knew she was already guaranteed to make it through the next round.

Emma settled on her most trusted dish, a grilled cheese sandwich. In an effort to look like she tried, she opted for some gouda cheese, sliced tomatoes, and a few basil leaves. Cooking it was easy enough, and soon she was helping Ruby frost some red velvet cupcakes.

Tamara seemed to struggle, clearly no better of a cook then Emma. By the time she was done she had flour all over her face and in her hair. When the time buzzer went off Killian returned.

Emma and Ruby had picked the two spots at the table furthest away from the door, making their dishes the last two of the day to be sampled.

As Killian made his way down the table he would either nod in acceptance, or grimace in horror. Most of the dishes seemed to agree with him, although one was burnt beyond recognition. When he got to the fifth contestant, the chef from New Orleans, he let out a moan signifying how good it was.

“You girls hear that?” Will asked. “That’s one of his sex noises.”

Both girls let out very unlady like snorts before Robin joined in.

“Don’t ask how I know this, but he’s absolutely right, although it’s more of a foreplay moan, his full on sex moans are much louder.”

Just then Killian moaned again and Emma and Ruby nearly fell on the ground laughing.

Everyone looked over to them with scowls on their faces, although Killian seemed more curious than anything.

“Are you two okay over there?”

“Um.” Both of them were still dying with laughter, but it was Ruby who found her voice first. “Sorry, she just made a dirty joke.” She paused looking a Emma, whose eyes blew wide knowing exactly what was coming. “About how you might sound in bed.”

All of the girls started giggling and Killian turned bright red.

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