#i didnt lay it out yet or anything but ... i think the damage might be done by having brought it inside and propped it against the wall...

[goatpaste]

So with pillarfam!Holly you've shown in a post that it took time for Kars to see her as her granddaughter because of how he sees her as all her mistakes but then grows to realize she is his granddaughter and fully (? not sure if he fully accepts her by that post) accepts it.

So does that mean by Jotaro's time Kars is more well handled with these things, like Jotaro being his great grandson, and treating him like that and not being so hesitant around him?

I really hope this came of clear 😭, I feel like I'm just rambling around at this point

ugh so! its no easy yes or no answer

Kars and Holly have the most (mostly) unspoken issues between each other, and they go unspoken for the most park until Holly is well into her adult years.

Kars, as someone who has no choice in being in this family set up has mostly come to terms with it, he loves Holly. for the most part. He accepted that this is his granddaughter. but accepting her someone he cares about, not associating her with his failures its not an overnight task.

so in short, no. By the time Jotaros around, he's better. Less outburst, less letting his upsets be known. (mostly just not being around, Holly was too smart for her own good, she always could tell he didnt quiet see her when he looked at her with those cold eyes of his)

but damage is done, Jotaro does see most of his family beyond his mom, growing up. Especially Kars. When he does visit he likes Kars, and Kars is as 'kind' as he can be to the boy. Took awhile.

When learning Holly was having a child i think he had fingers crossed that that thing came out pure human or not at all. Yet here he it is, another half pillar man on the world. another thing to taunt his failings.

Damage is done, when growing up Jotaro who as a child gets along with his grandfather, likes many things Kars likes and in a way understands him when he prefers to stay away from others and be on his own with his research.

The damage is done when Jotaro, so young thinks he has a lot in common with his grandfather, but then hears the way his human family members talk about him. wonders if they think he's a monster to.

Jotaro has less of a constant bad rift with his grandfather, more of a rift with himself and the part of himself that is reflected in his grandfather. Rift between himself and his mom who never breaks a smile and never shows she's struggling to. Jotaro thinks he's alone in his feelings.

Kars kinda doesnt get over himself until P3.

When he's told Holly might die. When he has to see her laying there in that bed looking half dead. God... he realizes he can lose her. He thinks about how he though the lost Esidisi, Wham, even santana. Dear god, he could truly lose her and theres nothing he can do but sit by her and wait. He's spent so long wishing she was never born and now that she might be taken from him...

I think for the narrative of Pillar Fam, thats his breaking point. When he begins to think of Holly more as his families victory, their way of reaching the sun. Through Holly.

its not perfect, there is still lasting issues. I see both Jotaro and Holly as people who kinda are just kinda always a little bit sad forever.

sorry for the rambling

but yeah! its a, it gets better. it takes so much time, maybe too much time to fix anything. but it gets better.

#also playing around with this new pixel brush for fun #i wanna use it more when i just wanna make lil doodles for small ask like this :) #hope thats ok #pillar fam #battle tendency #kars #jotaro kujo #holly kujo

[kittydcoxx]

Stay with Me.

KAEYA X READER.

Warnings: light angst/heartbreak but nothing bad (happy ending)

The tavern was as crowded as usual, and by that meaning almost completely baren for a rainy Wednesday afternoon. As you order a apple cider from Charles, the tavern door bell rings and you instinctively turn to check.

"Ah~ it is pouring out, I need a drink to combat the dissapointment of getting my fur cape wet."

Kaeya. Of course he wasnt the last person you'd expect to see open the tavern doors, he just wasnt much of a "afternoon delight" type drinker. Still, you stare as he tries to cooly swipe off the wet rain from his uniform as he walks towards the counter and takes a seat next to you.

"Well, well! Good afternoon y/n! What a suprise to see a beauty such as yourself here at this hour."

He raises an eyebrow and smirks as he turns to look straight ahead and run his fingers through his hair, not allowing time for you to respond before he has a drink in his hand.

"Afternoon Captain,"

You face him and smirk with the same intensity of flirty-ness as he just had.

"Of course you would be surprised to see me at this hour, you usually drink yourself to sleep before i order a evening drink."

You chuckle and look straight ahead and take a swig of your beverage, the confidence of your little witty come back replays as the cider burns your throat.

"Oh ho, well thats quite the attitude! I must ask, whats the purpose of this?"

"Hmm?"

"The occasion? I've never seen you drink three days in a row, I've been sober enough to pay attention to that."

The truth is, the last few days you've been at a bit of a crossroads. You know you and the Cavalry Captain share feelings, but you have a job offer in Natlan. This job is a dream to you, ever since you were a child. You could never dream of passing this opportunity, but you question if this possible romance could be the first significant one. You've been meaning to bring it up to him, but recently you just havent seen enough of him to bring up the subject. As a result, you turned to the more than occassional drink at the tavern to brighten your mood from the decision that faces you.

"Well then if you're interested, it actually... might concern you."

Your face is flushed red due to nerves, of course it doesnt directly concern him since nothing astronomical has occured in order to absolutely weigh your decision based on a man, but you didnt want to leave without warning.

"I see, well, we haven't..." His cheeks grow the slightest bit red as his eyes skip to look around then back at you.

"we haven't progressed to that yet, have we? I mean, you're not pregnant are you?"

"What?!" You're taken aback by the direct-ness of his statement, about the fact that he thought it could even have been a possibility. Was it confirming your suspicions of him returning feelings? "No, i- its not that! That is out of the question completely!" You yelp as you shake your hands as a frantic meaning of saying "Absolutely no way".

"Of course! of course.. i just figured i'd ask in case, but i guess drinking for a few days regularly isnt particularly healthy for a baby."

You roll your eyes and take another swig. Oh boy.

"It's actually more of an advice thing, i suppose."

"Ah~ well! lets discuss then, hm!" He happily takes a sip of his wine, his face surprisingly relieved.

"So? What do you need the great Master Kaeya's guidance on?" He smiles and giggles slightly.

"Actually, I'd like to take this outside."

"But its raining cats and-"

"Outside. please."

Your tone picks up more aggresively and he gets the memo. He takes one more sip of his beverage and you do the same with yours. You pay Charles and meet Kaeya right at the door.

"Get ready for the rain, sweetheart"

Your heart jumps as he grabs your wrist and swings open the door, pulling you with him down the street, stopping at a small archway behind a building, big enough to comfortably converse without being cramped or drenched.

"Now, where were we?"

"right.. well.." You look down and fidget with your thumbs, only to look back up at him and see him gazing into your eyes, examining your soul and what felt like your heart. Did he already know? It sure felt like it.

"I have a big decision to make, but i want to ask you before i come to a concrete decision."

He nods as a sign to continue talking, acknkowledging his position in helping you decide.

"I might have to move away. To natlan more specifically. I've recieved a dream~ job offer that i simply cant refuse, unless i was faced with new circumstances here in Mondstadt."

"Hm, And how do i play a role in this?" He asks as he folds his arms and leans back against the stone wall.

You explain to him his part, and he lets you talk until you are completely finished. you tell him your feelings, your worries, your doubts, and your hopes. Every single one that included him in the package. He looks at you sternly the whole time, but he looks hurt at the same time and you wonder why.

"Well, i honestly dont know what to say to this y/n. You know i cant leave Mondstadt if we were to persue eachother."

"I know."

"Then why bother telling me? Why not just leave, hm? Before damage could be done? before you told me all this, confirmed my hopes in our relationship but crushed it with the fact that you 'might' leave? You should have just spared me and left!"

He looks emotional and teary eyed, much more that you're used to seeing from a man who held such a cool composure 24/7. Have you hurt him that much? Does he hate you?

"I can always stay if you wan-"

"No. Its your dream job, and you shouldnt pass it off. I just cant promise that i'll wait for you."

He steps closer to you, inches from your face. His breath is warm and it contrasts with the cold rainy air. He slowly takes your hand and hold it in his, then lands a soft passionate kiss onto your lips. A few seconds of the kiss pass and he breaks for air and looks at you, making strong magnetic eye contact with you.

"Y/n, I can't wait for you."

"You dont have to. I can stay."

He runs his hands up your arms and grips firmly onto your shoulders and kisses you again, and when he pulls back he lets out a heavy sigh.

"There's no staying, just be safe. Please."

Your throat swells like a rock is stuck and your eyes burn hot along with your ears. You cant muster any words, you just stand there maintaining a sorrow eye contact for a few seconds.

As you both stare in silence, he slowly lets go of you, and as soon as his hands depart from yours, he turns and walks out and into the road. The further he walks and fades from your vision, the further you slide down the wall until your behind hits the wet floor as you curl up to your knees. Hard, Hot tears stream steadily down your cheeks as you hide your head in your knees, sobbing hard yet silently. Your heart aches and your stomach churns.

You want to run and look for him, grab him by the waist and embrace him in a hug from behind as you cry against his back, but he has already erased you from his plethora of memories as he sulks in his room with a drink. The night is weary and so are you. You walk home, replaying the scene in your mind over and over, and the instant you step into your home, you fall to your knees and sob once more.

You dont even close the door behind you. You cant do anything but cry, you had no idea you felt so strongly for Kaeya, but you had to put it all behind you.

He probably had.

What feels like an hour or two goes by and you barely made it to the couch, where you lay sprawled out, half on the couch and half not as you stare into empty space, thinking of nothing but everything at once. Why did his mood snap so quickly? Why did he cut you off? Was it self defense? What could he gain by pushing you away? You had no clue, but you didn't want to dwell on it and start crying again, so you just lay there trying to fall asleep.

Suddenly, a warm, slender hand grazes your back and rubs up and down softly.

"I'm sorry."

You jolt a little, but you dont get up immediately.

"How long have you been like this? Its almost night again y/n. Have you gotten up at all!? Your door was wide open, I was worried."

No response from you as you try to analyze the voice. It sounds like Kaeya, but you had remind yourself that he wanted nothing to do with you.

The man sighs and walks away. A hallucination for sure, you thought. The male comes back and lifts you by the shoulders. He sits on the couch and then lays your head onto his lap.

You look up and are met with blue eyes, one scarred and one as normal as you're used to seeing on him, though both glossy as if about to cry.

"Kaeya?"

"Mhm. Sit up Darling, you need to drink water."

You obey and sit close beside him, sipping the water he hands you with both hands on the glass like a child. He puts his arm around you and his hand on your head and gives you a soft yet quite long kiss on the head as you finish your water.

"Im sorry. We can work something out. I know that i shouldn't.. I can't push you away."

You dont fight his embrace as it gets firmer, and his body trembles slightly as if he is crying.

"Do you want me to stay?" you ask sheepishly.

"My dear, its up to you what you want. I'll follow you in whatever you decide. Im choosing to persue you, the rest is yours to seal."

"I want to stay." you state calmly.

"As you wish." He eyes your empty glass of water and gets up to pour you some more. When he comes back you sit against him again, and drink the glass empty, then put the glass on the coffee table and lay your head on his lap.  

"Sleepy?"

"Mhm.."

He chuckles and holds you as you fall asleep, giving you tender kisses all over your face. When you fall asleep, he carries you bridal style upstairs to your room and tucks you into your bed. For a moment he stands there and ponders leaving you to rest, but the guilt of the words he said yesterday and seeing your state today convinced him to stay at your side. He walks to the other side of the bed and crawls in beside you, wrapping his arms around your waist and gives you one more peck before falling asleep.

You wake up once in the middle of the night to use the restroom, and when you come back to your room you're awake enough to process the fact that Kaeya was indeed in your bed. You crawl up into where you were in the bed before but this time facing him. You run your fingers along his face, feeling every bone and inch of his smooth skin, his tan beauty enhanced by the glow of the moonlight that peeked in through the window across the room from the bed. Your run your fingers down his hair and admire how his hair falls down his body. You've only been this close to him once, but never had you touched him like this. Your face was red and your smile was definitely pronounced, and as you stroke his cheek his eyes slowly open to see your expression.

"Good morning y/n~" he smiles and wraps his arms around you softly.

"How did you sleep?"

"Actually, its midnight."

"Oh, i see. Well, lets fall back asleep shall we? Or are you wide awake?"

You don't respond immediately but instead wrap your arms around him and hide your face in the crook of his neck.

"Back to sleep.."

He chuckles and brings you closer to his body, rubbing your back and stroking your hair until you both are hazy and about to fall asleep.

"I love you..." you whisper, half aware of what you just said and half not.

He pauses for a second, then gently squeezes your body as if to be his response back.

"I love you too.." he whispers back, his words echo in your mind as you drift to sleep, your dreams filled with nothing but happiness and him. 

You would stay in Mondstadt, but occasionally take trips to Natlan for a few weeks, and would try to take Kaeya with you if he wasn't too busy. The two of you became inseperable, and quite the item for some time, the story of your romance left most who heard it in tears.

After every time you tell the story, he grips your hand and grabs your face softly making you look into his eye.

"I'm glad you stayed."

He says as he pulls you in for a tender kiss, which is usually embarrassing in public but you dont mind in this case, because it was of genuine emotion and not of his flirtatious teasing.

You really do love him.

NOTES!!!!!!!!!!!

This was my first fanfic LMAO

#genshin impact kaeya #kaeya alberich x reader #kaeya x reader #genshin kaeya #kaeya alberich #kaeya genshin impact #genshin impact #genshin impact imagines #diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr #genshin zhongli #zhongli x reader #tartagalia x reader #Spotify

[thechangeling]

Eutony in a whisper

Genderbent kitty!!!! Thank you so much to El for letting me use her username.

Tiberia Blackthorn had grown up constantly having her boundaries violated to the point where she was trained to expect it. Right from a very young age people were always demanding things of her and her body. Telling her to hug people, be polite, make eye contact, eat your dinner without complaining, no matter how terrible the sensation of cooked vegetables is. Be nice. Put on a smile.

So Ty adapted, she learned to control herself in public and suppress her urges. The urge to move her hands, and tap and spin around or rock back and forth. She still did those things sometimes, but less so, and never in public. Ty had the tendency to be quite blunt and harsh with people, and her parents were absolutely not a fan. In fact most people weren't.

"You're so aggressive," was the comment she got the most. Right along with, "act like a lady!" Which wasn't fair because she was usually right in these situations. She was only being honest, but everyone seemed so afraid of the truth. So utterly unwilling to listen to anything she had to say.

After awhile she had just gotten used to it. So when people came to take things from her, she let it happen. Because it was polite. And when people touched her she let it happen because that's what she was supposed to do. Livvy tried to help Ty with boundries. Tried to teach her how to say no when men put their hands all over her. But Ty was so used to always having to say yes. And she didnt want to be rude.

So after years of, "you have to" and, "you'll get used to it," when Katherine (Kit) Herondale came blazing into her life and told her with such an easy going sincerity that she didn't have to do anything she didn't want to. Ty had honestly felt like she could cry.

Fast forward four years and they were in Kit's bedroom at Ciernworth and her 19th birthday had just passed. Kit was trying to master her first heir powers with no luck. Tessa had told her to try and focus on something that might work as a catalyst for her powers. Usually it had to be something that would trigger strong emotions, but nothing was working.

"I give up," Kit cried out, flopping back onto her giant bed, her blond curls spilling out around her. She groaned, squeezing her eyes shut. "I'm hopeless. There's no point." Ty fought the urge to reach for her. To stroke her hair, or touch that small sliver of bare skin on Kit's stomach from where her shirt was riding up.

"Don't say that!" Ty protested. "You've done it before remember?" Kit gave her a solemn look and Ty thought of the events that had taken place before Kit had made the riders disappear.

But things were different now. They had made up, and now they were dating. But the wounds would probably always be there.

Ty decided to reach over and touch Kit's face slightly. Instantly she stopped tensing up. "It'll be ok. I promise," Ty said softly. "You're more capable then you realize. I believe in you."

Kit stared at her, gaping a little. Her big blue eyes were filled with not only surprise, but overwhelming adoration. Kieran had once called Kit's eyes the colour of an ordinary sky, but Ty disagreed. They were the most beautiful baby blue colour. Soft and calming. Not too bright or overwhelming.

Ty smiled involuntarily, sliding her fingers through Kit's hair. "I don't believe in anything except you." Kit let out a harsh breath and gazed up at Ty with a soft, worshiping look. She smiled.

"Baby I just don't know what to do," Kit whispered. She looked a little scared. "I feel like I've tried everything." She squeezed Ty's free hand.

"I'm really scared," Kit admitted.

Ty was overwhelmed with a frightening intensity of emotions. She wanted to wrap Kit up in her arms and never let her leave. She wanted to go out and kill every single person or thing on the earth that was making her so afraid.

Ty shook her head feverishly. "Dont be scared," she said firmly. "I will protect you." Kit looked a little shocked at that, but then she broke out into a grin. She smiled at Ty like she was the greatest and most beautiful thing Kit had ever seen.

"Hey I know something we haven't tried yet." Kit smirked mischievously. She slid her arms carefully up Ty's sides and gripped her arms, pulling her down slowly.

"Kiss me," she murmered. Ty felt her heart do a flip as she instinctively brought their mouths together in a soft, slow kiss that rapidly became more passionate as Kit pulled Ty on top of her. Ty continued kissing her girlfriend as she placed her hands on Kit's and pushed them down, closer to the skin so that Kit was gripping her more tightly. Satisfied with the pressure, Ty weaved her fingers through Kit's long golden curly hair, stimming with the thick, rough peices.

Kit deepened the kiss and instantly Ty felt metal against her tounge from Kit's piercing. It was a weird sensation, but she could bear it. Ty dug her fingers into the blanket on the bed and felt the fabric. Kit was scratching slightly along her lower back, pulling at Ty's shirt. Ty moaned into her mouth before slowly breaking the kiss and leaning back.

"I dont think anything's happening love," Ty said apologetically. Kit pouted adorably. She looked Ty up and down slyly.

"Well theres only one way to be sure right?" She asked innocently. Ty rolled her eyes fondly and laughed

"If you wanted to make out with me all you had to do was tell me," she pointed out. Ty bopped Kit's nose lightly and Kit squished up her face. She brushed the hair out of Ty's face carefully. Ty avoided Kit's gaze.

"Are you ok?"

Ty was fiddling with the bed cover in her hand. "No it's fine. I was just getting a little overwhelmed." She lay her head down carefully against Kit's chest, breathing deep.

Kit pressed her face to the top of Ty's head, nuzzling her. "Say your words," she suggested. "Your favourite words."

Ty smiled at the fact that Kit still remembered. "I added some new ones."

Kit pressed a kiss to her head. "I wanna hear them if that's ok." Ty could hear the steady sound of her heart beating.

"Glass, twin, apple, stars, crystal, lilt, shadow," Ty stopped and looked up at Kit, staring into her piercing blue eyes.

"Whisper."

Kit looked like she was trying not to cry. "Whisper would be one of mine too." She quoted. Ty grinned and bent down to kiss Kit on the cheek.

"Mine," she whispered in Kit's ear. Kit shivered underneath her, gasping.

"That's one of your new words?" Her voice was shakey as Ty pressed a kiss to her pulse point.

"Yeah. One of them. Along with sister, remember and forever," Ty avoided Kit's gaze slightly. Kit squeezed her arm.

Ty shook her head, shaking herself out of thoughts of Livvy. They had finally found a spell to put things right and let her rest. It had been excruciatingly painful, letting her go for good. But Ty knew it was right. She had already caused too much damage.

"I'm fine," she reassured Kit. She traced the outline of her lips. "I also have another one. Wanna hear it?"

Kit's eyes shone as she kissed Ty's fingers. "Tell me."

Ty leaned over her, pressing their foreheads together. Ty's long dark hair fell like an ebony curtain, shielding their faces.

She closed her eyes, letting her emotions wash over her.

"Kit," she breathed.

"Yeah?" Kit answered, clearly puzzled.

Ty laughed, drawing away. "No. I mean Kit is one of my words," she explained.

An unreadable expression fell over Kit's face before she smiled in awe. "Really? One of your favourite words?" She seemed taken aback.

Ty reached for her, gently pushing a lock of blond hair out of her face. "My absolute favorite," she whispered.

"It's my favorite word in the whole world."

Kit made some sort of indescribable sound and grabbed at Ty's shirt, pulling her forward. "I love you so much," she whispered, pulling her into a brusing kiss.

As Ty kissed her back, framing Kit's face with her hands, a burst of light exploded, shining so bright Ty could see it through her closed eyelids.

She frantically broke the kiss and opened her eyes, completely unprepared for what she was about to see.

Kit was glowing.

@bedspells @ti-bae-rius @zfoxdraws @anxiousbookenthusiast @dianasarrow @julieandthefandoms @older-brother-kit @stxr-thxif @magnus-the-fabulous-entp-bane @waterlillies @thelandunderthehilll @doitforthecarstairs @banesbitch @talia-lightwood @jazzkaurtheglorious @flynnsupremacy @adoravel-fenomeno

#tda #the dark artifices #tsc #kit x ty #kitxty #genderbend

[siren-virus]

ok, It's been a long while since I've sent an ask, and though that can be atributed to life being life, that can only go so far and these previeous 3 days I've been lazing around mostly XD So, in order to compensate, here's the asks for Free and SWUP that have entered my brain and I haven't filtered out yet that I'll send you. Answer as you see fit for I might send repeated questions or some that have already been aswered before in another form.

For SWUP, would SWUP (Does she have another name? I can't remember) ever try a work somewhere? She has to get money somehow if she wants to be able to buy food, clothes, a home, and pay for all the medical expences she might have to go through. What other friends would she have other than wine aunt and coffee barista? I remember you said there might be a third one who's not really relevant, but whos father is, and you were still unsure on wether to include them or not. Also, the humans in this Earth, how much do they know about aliens? The Unicorns and Dragons? I imagine that considering the amount of damage they can do when they fight, and considering that apparently their experiments on abducted humans that they leave on Earth for like a month before taking them forever, would make them fairly known, and have something like a world agency looking out for different cases or something, however succesful they actually are.

Now onto Free, Is there any chance that we could get to know of any of the friends that the rag-tag group would make along the way of the travels? Like, there HAS to be someone who they befriend without any shennanigans involved at the very least, or with minimal ammount of them, just as there HAS to be a friend made after a disaster of cataclismic proportions happens that inebitably onvolves the found family. Also, how long was Leo outside on his own before bird friend (forgot his name) found him and started to get them back to the Domes? Considering that they have a long adventure, I imagine that he spent at least a month outside without an idea of any direction he was going, and getting lost along the way because of course he gets lost, before he was found. Would the team find anyone else who was part of the Domes but left of their own volition too? Another traveler similar to Leo, but that doesn't want to return to those places for X or Y reason? Would there be anyone from the Domes that they meet that DIDN'T want to leave the Domes in the first place but got out regardless? This could be for whatever reason, from kidnapping to exhile to attack to the Dome to simply escaping from a bad situation.

oop sorry for taking a bit to get back to you,

youre questions make me realise how under developed my stories are wheeezee so i rlly appreciate your questions!!

SWUP aka Vicky her human alias. or I guess the unicorn is the alias. AH SHIT I DIDNT EVEN THINK OF THAT!! Originally when i made SWUP she was supposed to be in high school. But as i grow I also like my characters to grow with me. Maybe I'll get her a job as one of them gym buddies (it has to be a job that allows for some form of freedom, enough to like be able to do th vigialnte thing- (i forget the name) Medical expenses aren't too bad, I'm basing it off aus medical- which means medicare! Plus she doesn't need the hospital all that often, she can regenerate.

In terms of friends she doesn't have many not because she socially inept (like myself)- she was very popular in highschool, but there isn't many people she can relate to. Her best friend James (pending name) comic book nerd that loves super heroes is all she's got. And some gym bros, but they're just friends at the gym, outside complete strangers. I really do want James to be relevant to the plot and not his dad and daddy issues, but he's a bit hard to squeeze in. Maybe if I sat down to actually do some writing, maybe--- ALAS I am but a creature of laziness, and poor attention span. (im barely focusing on Flee atm and I rlly wanna try developing GECKO again fml)

Humans know little to nothing about aliens (excpet for like the government and so wackos who a really into scifi) So even though SWUP is doing her best to help ppl, she's seen as a horrifying villain that is stage one to an alien invasion. (the scifi wackos play a part in that.) Although most Police officers appreciate the help... most.

Suprisingly no, most humans who were mutated into unicorns almost seem to disappear, SWUP is an exception. Why is that hmmmmmmmm? this is kind of a big moment, if I ever plan to push this idea to the webcomic/animation stage, youll see.

There's not really an official .org agency or anything like that, but some wackos who love space, and an actual scientist or 2. So far they have deducted that unicorns are evil space creatures who prey on humans and consume their flesh to get stronger so they can lay eggs and take over the world. There's not a lot of truth to that. Some parts tho... but which part? At the moment I'm really into mystery- so maybe I'll add some mystery elements, or I'll give it to GECKO. first i gotta redesign Mac, poor lad is not a looker I'l tell you that.

FLEE I barely know their friends either- haven't gone about developing them. HOWEVER. I do have a villain in mind. I remember making him for my illustration class back in uni (sigh uni days...) I dom't have a name, but I have a face. He's a big leader of this village known for killing the hybrid/mutants. He and his crew, a rag-tag gun loving, truck driving, share-a-brain-cell, lot. How they've managed to become successful hunter bunch is unknown.

But one the friends I have developed enough is Bolt, who also comes with their own shennanigans and an old rusty bus. Techincally they don't need it because they're fast as fuck, but it helps to have around incase you get a goliath sand bobbit on your hands.

Tristian is the human, Leo is the bird friend. Actually Trisitian was out on his own for three days, he didn't cover much ground when he finally met Leo either- dumbass didn't bring enough food and water to last. He didn't even have a plan, just wanted to go out. The only reason Leo didn't send his ass running home was because something- or someone- pushed them far. far away. Oh my who could it be?

Tristians kind of a rarity, not many people leave the domes unless it's through underground passageways to other domes. Most people are blissfully unaware of the outside world. Not to say Tristians the only one who escaped, but he's the only one who's survived outside for so long. (dome people don't have any survival skills) The only reason Tristians gotten so far is dumb lucks and a hot headed bird friend.

#flee #answer #swup #tristian #leo #vicky

[prrplwtch]

mc ends up killing a person (whether human or demon, premediated or self defense its up to you). but then someone walks in on mc. they have not hidden the body yet and await the person's reaction. will they help? pretend they didnt see anything? take them to diavolo? (hcs for the boys' reaction)

Hi nonny :) Ooh, such an exciting ask. I think I’ll go with MC that killed a demon (since Solomon is the only other human in Devildom, and I’d really rather the poor boy not die) by accident or in self defense 💜

So the tally thus far is: 

Tell Diavolo: Lucifer (though not the whole truth)

Help hide body: Mammon, Levi, Satan and Beel

Pretend they did not see anything aka not help: Asmo, Belphi

Lucifer: 

When Lucifer walks into an empty classroom, the last things he expects to see is MC covered in demon blood with a dead demon laying on the floor. Yet that is exactly what he sees. 

“What happened here?” Lucifer asks, seeing MC’s teary eyed face. 

The explanation is as stupid as it is surprising - MC accidentally sprayed the demon with her perfume that she brought from the human world. As it turned out, the perfume ingredients are lethal for demons.

Lucifer takes out a handkerchief and confiscates MC’s perfume - he needs to get rid of it before more damage is done. 

MC is freaking out, saying she should go straight to Diablo and confess, so that she can be punished. 

“Punished for what?” Lucifer asks as he looks at her, “He tried to attack you, and you defended yourself with what you had on hand, which by chance ended up being lethal to demons. There is nothing to punish you for.”

It is clear that takes MC a moment to understand what he is saying. 

Lucifer knows that the decision he made is best for everyone - after all, there was nothing important about this low-level demon, and Diablo hopes so bad that the exchange program goes well that Lucifer cannot let him down. 

And if reporting to Diablo that it was self-defense would ensure that MC does not get punished - well, who needs to know that that is why Lucifer chose exactly this cover story. 

Mammon:

Mammon is woken up in the middle night by MC. 

“What ya doin’ here?” Mammon asks, wondering if it’s another one of those dreams. Turns out it isn’t - and he realizes that when he sees MC’s wide-open, scared eyes, and sees that there is blood on her clothes.

“Are you alright, MC? Don’t ya die on me,” he says.

When MC explains that it is not her blood, he breathes out a sigh of relief. When she explains that she was out for a breath of fresh air when she was attacked by a lower demon, he gets angry at himself for not being there for her. 

“What do we do now?” MC asks, despair clear in her voice, “Should we tell Lucifer? Should we tell Diablo? Oh what will happen...”

“We will do the only logical thing in this situation,” Mammon says after momentary contemplation, “We will hide the body.”

Luckily for MC, Mammon knows plenty of hiding places in Devildom - some of them so concealed that no one would ever find the body in there. 

MC tries to argue, saying she should confess, but Mammon insists that his plan is best. He doesn’t think Lucifer or Diablo will punish her for self defense, but he does not want to take any chances when it comes to MC and her safety. 

Leviathan:

Leviathan is surprised, when MC runs into his room, clearly distressed. 

“Wh-what happened?” he asks, as he looks at her. 

As it turned out, when she was opening window in her room a part of the window sill came off and fell right atop some demon that was passing by outside House of Lamentation. 

Oh, this is just like in those outrageous dark comedy animes, Levi thinks to himself. Apparently, the thought made him smile, as the next moment MC asked him in a horrified tone about why he is smiling at someone being dead. 

“We should check if he is actually dead,” Levi suggests - in plenty of the animes he is thinking about the victim of such an incident might actually be alive. 

As it turns out yet again to Levi’s disappointment, real life is no anime, and the lower level demon lying by the walls of House of Lamentation is actually dead. 

“Should we do something? Should we tell Lucifer?” MC asks, making Levi think. They could always tell Lucifer - but then he would make them answer questions, and Levi’s show that he desperately needs to watch is starting in less than two hours. So he makes the decision.

“No - no one will even notice he is gone - and I have just the perfect idea of what to do with the body.”

The demon is heavy, but carrying him together is not so bad, and, luckily, the ocean is just about a twenty minute walk away. Lotan, the seven-headed sea monster, is grateful for the fresh snack, and Levi feels happy with himself. He solved the situation so masterfully, just like those anime characters. 

Satan:

Satan is enjoying a quiet afternoon in the Devildom library (it’s Friday, so he is like the only one there, when suddenly he hears a yelp, and then a thud. 

Annoyed by the disturbance, he goes to the sound, only to find MC holding a small knife and a dead demon at her feet. 

“What in the...” is all he can manage. MC looks pale and terrified, and it takes her a moment to speak, but when she does, his heart fills with anger - it turned out the demon was stalking MC and went into the library after her. When she tried to get away grabbed her, so she had to stab him in self defense. As it turned out, fatally. 

“What am I going to do?” MC exclaims. 

Satan knows that they could probably go to Lucifer to explain the situation, but the last thing he wants is Lucifer’s help. And besides, if they do go to Lucifer, that would waste the perfect opportunity to use all the knowledge he picked up from the detective series about how to hide the body. 

MC is in shock so she does not really argue, and Satan is delighted -finally he can put his knowledge to task. 

It does not take them very long to clean up all the blood in the library and also to deal with the body. Satan is pleased with his handy work - no one will ever find the body, because there is no more body to be found. 

Satan ends up spending quite a bit of time in the following weeks watching over MC to make sure that she was ok after the incident. 

Asmodeus:

When MC comes to Asmo all stressed, telling him about how she accidentally stabbed a demon to death, he cannot help but be amused. 

“You are so adorable when you are clumsy,“ he tells her as he blows at his freshly painted nails.

MC asks him to go with her to check if demon is still alive, and Asmo follows her. The demon is sprawled out on the ground, clearly dead. 

“Well, it’s not like anyone will mis him anyway,” Asmo says as he turns the demon’s face to the side with the front of his shoe, careful not to get any blood on it. The demon is one of the lower ones - and there are plenty of those in Devildom. 

“What do I do?” MC panics, and Asmo pauses, thinking before suggesting dumping the body in the pit not far from the House of Lamentation. 

“What’s in the pit?” MC asks neverously. 

“Just some ancient spirits of darkness, that love nothing better than fresh flesh,” Asmo tells her, shaking his hands - his nails are not drying fast enough. 

MC nods, then picks up the demon’s arms and looks at Asmo’s expectantly. 

“Are you not going to help me?” she asks.

“Me?” Asmo asks, “Sorry, darling, but I have just painted my nails - wouldn’t want to ruin him. Besides, I have already helped you with the great idea. Good luck.”

Beelzebub:

Beel has never expected someone as nice as MC to kill someone, even if it was by accident, so he is a little shocked when MC approaches him with her little problem. 

Nonetheless, she is clearly distressed, and Beel cares a lot about her, so he wants to help. 

“Where is the body now?” he asks, and follows MC to some bushes to which she says she dragged off the demon’s body so that no one would notice it. 

Beel first checks if the demon is truly dead - and it turns out he is. 

MC is pale and panicking, wondering out loud if she should go and confess everything to Lucifer, and for a moment Beel thinks that it might not be the most terrible idea. That is, until he remembers just how harsh Lucifer’s punishment can be. He does not want MC to be punsihed. 

“There is no need to bother Lucifer with this,” Beel tells her, “We can simply toss him off the cliff of despair - no one will find him.”

MC seems reluctant and nervous at first, as if she is close to crying. Beel pulls her into a quick hug in order to calm her down and that seems to do the trick. 

She wants to help him carry the body - but he can lift the dead demon easily and does not need help. 

He wants MC to go to her room so she can rest, but she insists on accompanying him. He does not mind - though disposing of the body is not the most pleasant of tasks, anything is made better by her presence.

Belphegor: 

Belphie is really mad when MC wakes him up from his nap only to tell him that she accidentally killed some demon. 

“You did? So what,” is Belphie’s reaction - it’s not like he had never killed another demon, and all of his brothers definitely have. 

MC, however, looks completely distressed, and though Belphie wants nothing more than to turn to the other side of the bed and sleep, he sits up on the bed. 

“Listen, we’ve all killed other demons before,” he tells her, “It’s not that big a deal.”

“But what do I do now?” MC asks and Belphie sighs. Humans.

“Well there are a few things - you can always go confess to Lucifer, although, in your shoes, I would not. There are plenty of places to hide body in Devildom, after all.”

MC seems to ponder his words. Her face hardens, as she gets up from bed and walks over to the door. As she opens the door she looks back at him. 

“Are you going to help me?” she asks, as Belphie sinks into his pillow. 

“I think I already did,” Belphie says, “Besides, you are one grown human, you can manage.”

#obey me #shall we date obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #asks #arianne answers

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Ronnie & Joe

Ronnie: [a phone number]

Ronnie: found you your own special plug

Joe: Can’t wait to get gang-raped by whoever this is

Joe: or maybe it’s a phishing scam, what route have you gone down 🤔

Ronnie: route of she can be your number 8 cos youre such a bike

Joe: it’s that kind of hook-up

Ronnie: pay for the gear if you cant get it up soft lad she looks fuck all like your ma

Ronnie: couldnt track down no more of her bastards for you soz

Joe: taking your role that seriously?

Joe: alright

Ronnie: getting out of it

Ronnie: she can babysit you

Joe: she probably lost custody of her own so

Joe: nice of you on all fronts

Ronnie: yeah

Joe: what, your dealer don’t like me or something

Ronnie: how the fuck would i know like

Ronnie: and how would he you legged it out of there soon as he showed

Joe: no shit I did

Ronnie: ordeals over now baby go cry to your new mammy about it

Joe: unlikely

Joe: but it ain’t my ordeal so

Ronnie: they ll swab & treat him he ll be sound

Joe: give a shit about him

Ronnie: if youve got something to say

Joe: I just said it

Joe: I don’t care about him

Ronnie: you dont care about me fuck off with your heroics

Joe: you didn’t want swooping up and saving, don’t mean I don’t give a fuck

Ronnie: your student loan aint gonna cover both our habits youd have me dopesick cause youre fucking jealous that means you dont

Joe: you’re jealous

Joe: and I said, didn’t stop you, didn’t say you had to

Joe: what’s fun about something oozing and itching in your pants, that’s all

Ronnie: of what

Joe: of every boring ex I have or will ever have

Ronnie: you wish

Ronnie: get em in a room together and they aint even jealous of each other

Joe: I know

Joe: x2

Ronnie: you dont know shit mckenna

Joe: so today I’m green

Joe: not the know-it-all smug college kid

Joe: nice to know how to play it

Ronnie: smug is right whenever i aint gonna suck your dick cause you can read music

Joe: that’s all that’s stopping you?

Ronnie: nah remember its the death wish attention whoring & mommy issues

Ronnie: cant both be functioning junkies youd have fuck all else to get a boner about

Joe: how long have you been doing heroin

Ronnie: youve got loads of catching up to do

Joe: yeah, so I don’t know why you’re acting like I’m being high and mighty

Joe: it’s literally been days

Ronnie: cause you are

Joe: no I’m not, just ‘cos I’d rather not suck dick when I have the funds

Joe: would you do it if you had the cash, that’s just stupid

Ronnie: youve been comparing me to any & every cunt since we met

Joe: like you don’t shit on me any and every chance you get

Joe: you were acting like them, the whole none of my shit is real because yours is SO real, that’s her whole bit

Ronnie: you cant stop fucking doing it even now fucks sake

Ronnie: i shit on you for you its not like i have any cunt to compare you to

Joe: alright, if you’re that sensitive about it

Joe: I’ll really stop

Joe: there 🤐

Ronnie: fuck you

Joe: nah, that was a dick move, alright

Joe: let me make it up to you

Ronnie: youre crying shes a patronising cunt guess what youre right there too

Joe: alright, I deserve that

Ronnie: drop dead

Ronnie: yeah its been days days of me giving you whatever the fuck you ask for

Joe: I know

Joe: so what do you want, seriously

Joe: I’ll do it, make it happen, whatever

Ronnie: like fuck can you make anything happen

Ronnie: youre like every other doss cunt i know theres your comparison

Joe: Probably am

Joe: but you’re the only person I’ve met who feels close to whatever the fuck I am

Joe: there’s the truth

Ronnie: whichever of your exes that worked on is more west than either of us

Joe: Oh I can easily be that dickhead and tell you how crazy they all were

Ronnie: go ed

Joe: the second to last one was the worst

Joe: full-on stalked and harassed the last one like, for no reason

Joe: she also messed with all my shit in a way she thought would send me into an OCD spiral because she didn’t get it

Joe: and when she started hooking up with some other kid she’d send me pics like I’d be 💔

Joe: that’s just after, that was all kind of amusing in a boring way, she was less amusing to be with but more mental

Ronnie: shouldve had some tips off her for the stalking bullshit its probably not too late to send her a dm

Ronnie: ones ive got from this is i dont have to bother learning the alphabet cos id be better off fucking with your record collection by smashing it up & child porn does fuck all for you

Joe: that is my thing, turning up uninvited to fuck everything up

Joe: she might go for it

Joe: exactly, both good to know, yeah 😏

Joe: all pretty basic and vanilla but still, annoying as shit

Ronnie: unless you can get me to do it for you yeah

Ronnie: dinners at what like 7

Joe: you’re gonna ruin my happy uni home?

Joe: oh no

Joe: be there be 7, eating at 8, apparently

Joe: time to ‘mingle’ as she put it which sounds suspicious af

Ronnie: fucking hell

Ronnie: thank christ i already hate you

Joe: saves times, energy less so

Joe: your mate is up for it, unless he’s a convincing liar, which I could see

Ronnie: what energy do you want name it theres gear thatll give us it

Ronnie: he is but i cant see the con shes got fuck all any cunt wants other than pasta shapes & mariahs likely on a diet

Joe: 🤤 and not over her appetizers, like

Joe: there’ll only be the 6 of us so we’ll need entertainment

Ronnie: lad flatmates bringing a bitch

Ronnie: shes gonna need something to get her through it or something she can use to end it

Joe: yeah he has a missus

Joe: even though him and Sophie belong together as the most average whitebread couple ever

Ronnie: make it happen then

Joe: where’s my bow and arrow

Joe: their 💘 ain’t my problem

Ronnie: you said you could do whatever and we needed entertainment

Ronnie: put all that money where your mouth is

Joe: you’re well sweet

Joe: you want her to be living her best life

Joe: dunno if I can hack being his shoulder to cry on in the interim

Ronnie: your teeth wont have time to rot before you choke on em talking to me like that

Joe: go on then

Ronnie: you owe me i dont owe you

Joe: I thought you’d ask for something better

Joe: but your loss

Ronnie: yours youre thinking about it

Joe: I get it, you want it to be hell living here

Ronnie: i dont wanna have to ask

Joe: for what

Ronnie: anything

Joe: why not

Ronnie: you think you can read my mind or some shit

Joe: I’d like to

Joe: and I think you get me, and yeah, I think I get you more than the bullshit mommy issues attention whore comment that was to get a reaction

Joe: I don’t think we’re twin flames just because we share some DNA, I’m not that kind of delusional, believe it or not

Ronnie: cause weve shared a needle though yeah

Joe: I get it, another kid with a habit, you’ve met hundreds

Joe: it is different though

Joe: tell me it isn’t

Ronnie: different cos its a habit you didnt have days ago

Joe: it’s not your fault

Joe: for good or bad

Joe: you didn’t spike me without asking

Ronnie: i didnt say that

Ronnie: i said thats why its different

Joe: yeah

Ronnie: nobody did any of this shit for me i dont know why im doing it for you

Joe: do you want to, or do you think you need to

Ronnie: what the fuck does it matter

Joe: you either fuck with me, you like fucking with me or you think you’ve got to protect me or some bollocks

Ronnie: protect you from the needle i stuck in your arm yeah that makes loads of sense

Joe: from getting a bad dose, being beat up by one of your dealers

Ronnie: i just wanted a front row seat

Ronnie: im not gonna get one when your family finds out

Joe: that’s fine by me

Joe: you reckon they’ll fly me home for an intervention then?

Joe: shouldn’t be surprising how oblivious they are

Ronnie: i dont care what they do to try & fix it youll be at rock bottom by then

Joe: they won’t try, they don’t

Joe: just because I weren’t shooting up doesn’t mean I haven’t been doing plenty other fucked shit for ages without it ever being a conversation

Joe: one of the kids that they took in, is a walking skeleton

Joe: can’t get her to eat, some reason don’t do anything but try to reason with her like she’s reasonable, never mind the rest

Ronnie: no shit they dont i was proof of it before you or her

Ronnie: in the same town with the same name she fucking gave me and still out of sight out of mind

Joe: precisely

Joe: so if you’re hoping fucking me up will get her to come about then you shouldn’t bother, honestly

Joe: save yourself that disappointment

Ronnie: it aint about her paying attention

Joe: good

Ronnie: you wanna know me i only want you to know what it feels like

Joe: then let’s do it

Ronnie: nah i was rem to reckon it was worth shit

Ronnie: it aint

Ronnie: you aint

Ronnie: youre never gonna have your head wrecked how mine is and i cant be arsed to put the time in fucking you up in the selfish special way i need when you keep pure loving it like

Joe: is that not indicative of how I’m already quite fucked enough

Joe: just because it’s not abandonment based

Joe: what normal cunt would love any of this, even contact you again after the first

Ronnie: fuck no

Ronnie: youre living your best life and it makes me wanna hang myself

Joe: Christ, you’re up yourself, aren’t you

Ronnie: &

Joe: you want me to roll my sleeves up again and show you the recent damage?

Ronnie: yeah

Joe: [pics]

Ronnie: [obvs gotta send him some back]

Joe: [a straight up new one like just did it]

Ronnie: [ofc she has to also like this is a competition]

Joe: [hope you started small so you have somewhere to go ‘cos the vibe]

Ronnie: [knowing y’all you didn’t but it won’t stop you and I will be forever on edge]

Joe: [so grim, don’t pass out]

Ronnie: [or end up needing stitches]

Joe: [probably do them yourselves, ick]

Joe: do you fucking get it yet

Ronnie: why do you care

Joe: why do you think

Ronnie: i keep telling you i dont

Joe: braindead sounds ideal

Ronnie: horse girl not about to suffocate you

Joe: she would if I let her, like

Joe: 🍈🍈

Ronnie: wait til theres a chance ill choke on my vomit next time christ

Joe: so lay back and I’ll tell you some more

Ronnie: ok go

Joe: [go on about Sophie in a way I shall not even bother but let us assume it is crude and rude af]

Ronnie: [we’re not into poor Soph but they clearly are]

Joe: [just fuck and get it out the way lads, so rude to everyone else rn]

Ronnie: [honestly, but hopefully at this dinner party because Jamie jealousy will be off the charts]

Joe: [Charlie gon have to keep quiet ‘til you home lmao]

Joe: Any luck?

Ronnie: got no pasta shapes in my system have i

Ronnie: but why the fuck are you not lurking to save me

Joe: you want me to swallow the bile for you then, okay

Joe: the last one looked deep

Ronnie: deep enough if you wanna pussy out and spit instead

Joe: I don’t

Joe: where are you

Ronnie: dorothys

Joe: he in?

Joe: if I have to show him it’s brotherly concern you’ll only die quicker

Ronnie: nosey cunt wouldve stopped me

Joe: Yeah

Joe: I can say sorry if you want or I can just come patch you up and not lie first

Ronnie: i dont need your help

Joe: I know

Joe: purely wanna save you for my own complex and to be loving life even harder

Ronnie: wank off about the sos from the other day thats it i cant top you carrying me out til the bleeding stops

Joe: I’m coming over

Joe: you’ve got time to lock the door if you really don’t want me to come in

Joe: can get my own shattered glass without breaking his windows

Ronnie: he must like you to have given you his address

Ronnie: but not enough to overshare the door dont lock cos i broke it 💔

Joe: or am I better stalker than you give credit

Joe: thanks for the tip, baby

Ronnie: youd have been waiting for me to get here not the other way round

Joe: You do want me to read your mind

Joe: maybe a lobotomy will help

Ronnie: hot

Ronnie: reading your mind you want me to pass out before you fuck me but its not that deep

Joe: the wound or the vIbEzzZ

Ronnie: this your coming out cos you sound like charlie

Joe: just trying to turn you off, don’t want blood to gush out

Ronnie: liar youd be made up to see that

Joe: not hiding in the bushes yet

Joe: slow down

Ronnie: youre used to being the big brother i get it

Joe: Something like that

Ronnie: i know how to ride a bike without stabilisers or whatever the fuck

Joe: and tie your shoes

Joe: it’s alright, we’ve established I’m not a paedo

Joe: what can’t you do then

Ronnie: err what a nonce would say

Ronnie: read music we also fucking established

Joe: you teach me how to shoot myself up, I’ll teach you how to

Ronnie: not a fair swap i dont need to learn how

Joe: You don’t wanna be a babysitter either, so you’ve said

Ronnie: you dont like me any more or what

Joe: Of course I do

Joe: You got me my own dealer first

Ronnie: you asked me to 1st

Joe: How did I?

Ronnie: what else is ? for a plug without giving a fuck if ive rattled myself into a ditch

Joe: If I talked to you as much as I felt like

Joe: You’d tell me to fuck off more than you already do

Joe: I’ve got no clue where the line is, how much you want me to care

Ronnie: what line

Ronnie: i dont want you to care

Joe: Tough shit

Joe: I didn’t ask you to get me a dealer

Ronnie: you fucking did

Joe: I just didn’t wanna see you suck dick on my behalf, alright, that’s all

Joe: what you do for yourself is your business

Ronnie: calm down nothing i do is for you

Joe: 👌

Ronnie: dont call her then

Joe: you on commission?

Ronnie: 🖕

Joe: If I do, you’ll still have to see me

Ronnie: youll see me bleed out on the kitchen floor 1st

Joe: You’re a pro, I know you’re being overly-dramatic

Ronnie: at opening as many veins as itll take to not have to see you again yeah

Joe: to make me hurry*

Joe: I’m on the tube

Joe: you have to live in the middle of nowhere

Ronnie: no fixed address i told you

Joe: ❗️

Joe: if there’s a break-up or a thruple, you can have the extra room

Joe: makes sense now

Ronnie: it dont make sense you reckon we can afford any extras however far out

Joe: like you said, she’ll get homesick and chuck it in even if Marc won’t dump his girlfriend

Ronnie: if she does youll be homeless too like unless his missus is gonna cover the costs of the en suite for you

Joe: you can have my room, it’s the smallest

Joe: they can have the en-suite palace and I’ll take theirs, which is not next to the others 👌

Ronnie: not that youve thought loads about it

Joe: if you heard her disney playlist everyday, you’d think about it as well

Ronnie: id think about killing her or myself not a cosy little bed swap

Ronnie: shed never hack living with me nor would you

Joe: well that thought is never far from the front of my mind

Joe: if you need the bed, you know it’s yours

Ronnie: get it through your head i need fuck all from you

Joe: yeah, yeah

Ronnie: theres this way of living when youre not inside your ma in every possible sense course you aint heard about it

Joe: you need to prove you’re self-sufficient ‘cos no one’s ever given a shit about you but Charlie and the other one

Joe: I’m aware you’ve made it to your old age without me, you’re alright

Ronnie: i need to be it the only proofs im not dead yet baby

Ronnie: you need me to be old cos im not in a fucking coma & you cant get it up else

Joe: I’d rather be in the coma myself but you can be too

Joe: not calling dibs

Ronnie: oldest gets 1st dibs

Joe: *until the youngest cries about it so much you get told to give in to shut ‘em up

Ronnie: try me

Joe: you know you can’t hack my crying

Joe: does your head in SO much

Ronnie: save it for when you need lube or horse girl is gonna be coming after you with the leftover glue so you can never fucking leave her

Joe: come at you with the needle and sew us together, babe

Joe: unlucky

Ronnie: more than unlucky if i cant bust a stitch open to be the dead girl you want

Joe: you’re the dead girl I want already come on

Ronnie: til i teach you how to 💉 yourself

Joe: nah

Ronnie: 💘

Joe: looking well deformed these days, my one

Ronnie: could cut it out know youd be made up for the matching needlework

Joe: you play mad professor I’ll play corpse

Ronnie: long as i dont have to play nice

Joe: know what you take me for, actually, but no

Joe: obviously not

Ronnie: cant take you anywhere even if i did wanna

Joe: god imagine the dent in your street cred, sis

Ronnie: if i could cry i obviously would

Joe: repression or fucked tear ducts from all the 😭 you been doing

Ronnie: what im that baby faced youre taking me for a newborn now

Joe: nah, mr i don’t fuck kids here, remember

Joe: plus kids are always calling 999 by mistake and they’d get there before me

Joe: maybe, depends how many people have stabbed other people today

Ronnie: id have got the numbers up but ive been busy like

Joe: gotta make time for you, babes

Joe: it’s called self-care

Ronnie: ask me what with

Ronnie: shittest stalker ever you are

Joe: go on

Joe: school us

Ronnie: cant cry cos when i was linking you with a plug you dont want i was getting myself linked with your meds

Ronnie: best guess as a better stalker than you & less basic white girl than your crazy ex

Joe: 💡 fairplay

Joe: won’t tell you any other side-affects, see if you can guess ‘em right

Ronnie: i wasnt gonna take em but you want me to get you so bad

Joe: yeah misunderstood white boy is selling less these days

Joe: help a brother out

Ronnie: fuck all has happened so i probably cant

Joe: 💔 oh well

Joe: they’re nothing exciting, even though I managed to get the highest dosage they’ll do

Ronnie: maybe mines off for not giving you the benefit of the doubt when i could continue reckoning youre such a pussy

Joe: you’ll forget by tomorrow, no problem

Ronnie: neither brother is gonna let me if they walk in on me microdosing theyll reckon its a getting well party and get the deccies out

Joe: only so many times you can just kidding that ‘fore it gets old

Joe: we’ll go out, when I get there

Ronnie: where you kidnapping me to baby

Joe: I know enough to know it’s all wrong turns and blindfolds, not giving you a map

Ronnie: if its a&e no cunts finding your body even with a map

Joe: piss off

Ronnie: give us a clue

Joe: I’ll mark it with an X if you do me

Ronnie: if you ever fucking get here

Joe: if we were sewn together this wouldn’t be a problem

Ronnie: wanting to look like twins so nobodyll give a shit that you wanna fuck me would be something youd think about on the tube mckenna

Joe: they run in my old man’s DNA so have to look for those bastards instead

Joe: all I know about hers is addiction

Ronnie: course he does fuck alls your own idea

Ronnie: if hes got a sister even a meff nancy drew like youll be able to find bastards they had together

Joe: loads, Catholic, remember

Joe: twins kid is black though so process of elimination

Ronnie: cute how that runs in your family too like

Joe: guess so

Joe: not like it’s that crazy a concept

Ronnie: not like youve ever met an irish catholic who werent a saint yeah

Joe: it’s a fucked place to live

Joe: really third world in that respect

Ronnie: your real da is who you wanna look for if hes got no bastards going about its cos he cant knock anyone up

Joe: that your all men are pigs stance

Joe: alright courtney calm down

Joe: I’m out now anyway, don’t need a real mum or dad to come rescue us from the priests and that

Ronnie: nah its a fact unless his twin kept going up the backstreet or he was only sticking it in her other 2 holes

Joe: they didn’t really grow up together

Joe: he left when he was 15

Joe: maybe she was a late bloomer, happy days

Ronnie: 💔 your ma wasn’t then i wouldnt be here

Joe: no dig about how you’re dying now anyway ‘cos I’m taking so long?

Joe: you must be fading fast and not just being a dramatic bitch

Joe: good thing I’m in [wherever we ended up locating y’all] now

Ronnie: shut up i said its not that deep

Ronnie: youre the dramatic bitch legging it here for a fucking scratch

Joe: you wanted me to

Ronnie: you want to i dont give a shit

Joe: right, that’s what I meant

Ronnie: you can stop with the gay shit i told you hes not here

Joe: gays don’t own sarcasm

Ronnie: they own getting attached to cunts fast who dont care

Joe: awh, you being replaced rn?

Ronnie: horse girl wishes

Joe: Can’t catch a break or a man that one

Ronnie: after a pity fuck with you who knows what shed catch

Joe: you wanna infect her by-proxy, you’re so blatant

Ronnie: i shouldve got you to bring her my bloods everywhere

Joe: adding her puke to the mix would make it interesting, sure

Joe: bet she knows first aid

Ronnie: if youre too pussy to break my ribs yourself get back on the tube

Joe: threaten me with a good time

Ronnie: i just did

Joe: without meaning it, yeah

Ronnie: try and hurt me i mean it

Joe: [why do y’all always set the tension so high lads lmao, we know but]

Ronnie: [me and my boo here like calm down you can’t hook up yet but they are both like !!!!]

Joe: [shouldn’t have let you get on that train sir but you would so]

Ronnie: [I shouldn’t let her open her mouth ever but here we are]

Joe: [forreal lmao]

Ronnie: [gotta draw an x on him in her blood when he shows up before we can do a more permanent one however we are either as a scar or tattoo so soz for increasing the tension even more lol]

Joe: [just got to stare at her for ages and then shove her away very dramatically ‘cos you can’t, head through to whichever room she was bleeding in to assess/gawp at]

Ronnie: [she’s gotta lol like well if that’s the best you can do at trying to hurt me I’m not worried]

Joe: [‘whaddya use?’ and just going through this flat as if you’ve been here before/were invited by anyone but Ronnie vaguely because manners can’t matter when we’ve gone this far already]

Ronnie: ['what, you didn't

touch yourself enough on the tube?' but we are obvs showing him whatever we did use because it's just another way to flirt and we can use it to make that x happen so]

Joe: [shakes head ‘spill too much and they emergency stop’ and a look like do I look like I wanna be on a psychward but in a 😏 don’t answer that way, doing our own tallies with it, of course]

Ronnie: ['we're walking then' like where are you taking me don't get comfy bitch]

Joe: [little disbelieving lol like excuse me princess ‘your carriage was unavailable’

Ronnie: ['no shit the horse is dead busy']

Joe: [‘I ain’t taking you to a stable’]

Ronnie: ['that's where we ain't going, now tell me where the fuck we are' because we're like an excited kid about this]

Joe: [it’s cute and we clearly think so even if we’re distracting ourselves with this self-harm so we don’t go too far, unrelated but I haven’t thought where yous are going lmao but I’m vibing something London but something she wouldn’t have done, something music related, also if it has like, kid vibes, bonus, I’ll have to look so just keeping tight-lipped to be annoying and surveying the bloody carnage he’s now added to ‘you want to clean up?’]

Ronnie: [it'd be cute if there was something like thinktank but for music instead of science but idk if that exists anyways in answer to that question she's just gonna remove her top or whatever like yeah it do have blood on even though we know that's not what he means because we're still in a flirty mood despite how annoying his non reply is]

Joe: [that’s what I’m vibing but likewise have no idea, I’m sure there is shit though and you could find it Joseph, anyway, truly the this is fine meme about that ‘cos you can’t turn away 😳 but also boy don’t, moving like you’re gonna come close to her though]

Ronnie: [soz Charlie cos she shamelessly threw her top on the floor and isn't gonna clean up any of this blood even on herself like I literally should say she goes to the sink and then to get clean clothes but instead we all know she's just gonna take Joe's jacket or whatever and put that on, thank god he's all about the layers]

Joe: [god bless the grunge

aesthetic, ‘do you do it in front of him?’ and touching the cuts that are still showing ‘cos you know there’s some still, and it is like when and where do you do this when you do not have a room lmao]

Ronnie: ['yeah' leaving it up to him whether he wants to think it's in an attention whore way cos we're still annoyed at that call out lol but realistically it's just because of how long they've known each other and how they be living, she's not actively trying to upset Charlie that much most of the time]

Joe: [‘does he do it?’ ‘cos we can’t imagine it from the little we know but also can’t imagine him just chilling if he isn’t as fucked as them]

Ronnie: [the facial expression equivalent of his amused lol earlier because no]

Joe: [dropping it even though you find this odd like don’t worry boy, the tea is he is getting over it and wanting her to stop, pulling the jacket sleeve to take her out the door like come on]

Ronnie: ['he knows what'll happen if he tries to stop me' cos you can't tell me that when they were younger he didn't do exactly that and she went ballistic but more importantly HOW DARE YOU BOO because that is 1000% a Fraze move and I'm dead]

Joe: [yes I thought it was legit for a parallel, enjoy the long trip back to central guys]

Ronnie: [idk how we are gonna stop you hooking up to fill the time other than the other people in close proximity lol]

Joe: [maybe a uni/work obligation can come in and he has to go like legit ‘cos that’d kill this off]

Ronnie: [personally devastated that means an iou for this cute date but I love how fuming she would be at never finding out where they were going]

Ronnie: [not to mention the not at all casual and public domestic they’d have would be such a fat mood and show she cares when she’s literally like umm what the fuck do you mean you’re leaving]

Joe: [love how blatant we both are individually]

Ronnie: [hard same]

Joe: They sprung that rehearsal on us last minute

Joe: I already said, I’d give you the funds and you could go do whatever

Ronnie: and i told you to go fuck yourself

Ronnie: or your cello

Joe: I wouldn’t have wasted my time let alone yours if I knew that was gonna happen

Joe: how would you go about fucking a cello, exactly

Ronnie: waste more of your own time figuring it out its your raging hard on for it

Joe: I can’t not go

Joe: they make you sign a bloodoath when you get in basically

Joe: no excuses

Ronnie: youd have found an excuse fast enough if id stuck a needle in your arm

Joe: no, I wouldn’t, ‘cos it wasn’t an option

Joe: there was already enough damage to hide

Ronnie: i dont give a shit what options youve got

Joe: right, tell it to the crowd that amassed, they might believe you a tiny bit more than I do

Joe: I’ll make it up to you, okay

Ronnie: thats what soft cunts wanna hear when you cant hide no more & since you reckon you wont be getting forced into treatment you get to keep your gob shut for all that being sorry bullshit

Joe: make it into something it ain’t ‘cos you can’t hack hearing it

Ronnie: i dont wanna hear from you end of

Joe: alright

Joe: see you around then

Ronnie: 🖕

[currentfandomkick]

Bio! Dad Strange part 12 Waiting for Help

Marinette promised herself that this was a nightmare, that she’d wake up and there wouldnt be a kwami or earrings.

She was wrong.

Her dad compliemented the new studs at breakfast, asking if she got them in Gotham.

“Found them laying around is all.”

Maman told her they’re begining self defense lessons tonight, and to bring the other girls. She didnt point out she already knew how to fight, and made a mentsl note to tell the girls to pretend she was just good at gym, not fighting.

She checked her phone. No message from Tim yet.

“What yout doing?” Tikki—no captor—asked.

Marinette forced a smile, “just checking my messages, that’s all!”

—

Tim looked over his messages. He remembered seeing two alerts on his burner from Harley Before the Arkham Prison Break and its destruction. He couslnt remember from who though... was it a heads up about the outbreak or...

He tried to find it on his laptop, cloning the phone to it ages ago. The data from it was... corrupt?

He didnt like the look of this. It was from Pixie. Teo messages, oen short and one cery, very long.

He managed to get one phrase at the end. His french had to be wrong but it said “they won’t find you”

He tried to call Pixie then. The number was disconnected. He swore.

He’d need to find the RKC somehow and findout where Pixie’s family lived. It sounded like somethinf was wrong, and he didnt know if he could get the old number back.

—

Marinette was dragged into the girl’s room on entering school.

“Marinette, I want you to help me out with Adrien—you’re the type his dad should like.”

Marinette raised an eyebrow at Chloe. She loves her but really?

“Becuase I’m smart?”

“Ew, no, well...” Chloe shook her head. “You design, and you’re good at it. He might listen to you on giving him more free time if it was to snag you as a designer.”

“His dad?” Gabriel Agreste, owner of the brand Gabriel. Hasn’t designed since his wife’s disappearance, and has a hermit problem.

“He owns a fashion brand, and they like new talent.”

Easy to exploit, unaware of industry standards, and less aware of the laws protecting them... that didnt sound good.

“And i’m the key becuase...”

“He’s seen your work before, remember last year at the show?”

He was? She didnt remember it, too busy back stage and throwing classmates into outfits while Chloe did touchups on makeup and threw people on the catwalk.

“Come on, Adrien has bars on his window, please? For me?”

That... paranoid millionaire designer or abusive father, definitely toxic tendencies though. Maybe working on this family would be a good distraction?

“I’ll try, but no guarantees. And you know i’ll use a different name, right?”

“We’re minors Mari, I’d be worried if you didn’t. Now, let’s go say hi to my prince!”

Marinette questioned her sanity once more. But magic butterflies and kwami are a thing.

She just wants to toy with Markov’s emotional intelligence and translator programming. But she needs a cover for that...

—

Flash frowned at the images from the satellite imaging. Either something was off in Paris, one picture showed damage but the one before and after showed no issues, or there was a glitch. Occam’s razor.

“Hey Red, can you check our imaging tech? We had a glitch over Paris!”

He needed to work on his proposal for the JL on intervening with the meta situation in France. No one liked it. Someone pointed out there was polarization of us vs them in France, metas fleeing left and right. From french media reports, it sounded like they were running a campaign to remove metas from France unless they were ‘under the state’s control’ and that. No one liked that.

He hopes he can get Jill out before things get bad. He know’s she can hide,’but how long can she hold out? He doesn't want an answer to that.

He’s going to get her and the others out before it gets that bad.

—

Marinette wanted to throw Kim across the school when she remembered that Kim set off the Big Guy yesterday. She would be a normal meta in hiding if he hadn’t.

Sabrina made a slideshow last night for her to lecture him. Alix is down to tear Kim a new one, and Marinette has no sympathy for him.

The class is quiet when Big Guy comes in.

Marinette gets up, smiling at seeing him and Mylene together now.

“Hey guys, so, how’d it go?”

Big guy and Mylene blushed a bit. Interesting but not definite proof of her suspicions...

“So are you to going to sit together or...”

Mylene nodded, tugging Ivan behind her. Marinette smiled back at her classmates, who were... staring?

“Guys, things happen. Now get back to what you were talking about or get ready for class, okay?”

“Says the Gothamite,” Kim smirked.

“Only during the summer, you know the custody deal as well as I do.”

“Don’t remind me, I have to be deprived of my favorite princess every summer,” Chloe pouted, almost launching herself over Marinette and Sabrina’s desk to throw her arms around Marinette. Almost. 

“I like seeing my family?” Marinette didn’t get why everyone made a big deal of it--if she was honest, objectively she did prefer Gotham. More science, metas are out and not hunted, and she has a family happy to help her with whatever  that listened to her morals and played by her rules... albeit weirdly and a bit murderous at times. 

But then she wouldn’t have her  friends and she wasn’t going to give them up anytime soon. Especially since Max would build a tesla coil if she didn’t stop him. and a death ray too, to prove he could.

Sabrina rolled her eyes as Kim flung himself over his desk and pulled Marinette into a hug. “My sister, Gotham can fight me.”

“You would lose,” Max state, cleaning his glasses. (for dramatic affect, obviously Marinette, she heard him snark in her mind) “You can’t even cross the street without almost getting run over.”

Kim blushed as the class laughed. “Shut up--I don’t need to cross streets, just fight.”

“Marinette, has he even gotten close to beating you yet?”

“Nope.”

“A ten year old kicks your butt regularly Kim.”

“She beats everyone that challenges her. It is the law. of Marinette in a fight.”

Adrien stared at her then, “Really?”

Max piped up then, “Out of the 230 matches they’ve had, Kim lost each. As have her challengers in each match.”

“That’s awesome! Do you think you could teach me?”

“As long as we’re not at my house, I don’t see why not.” Good, keep him distracted. “Oh that reminds me, Sabrina, Chloe, Alix, Maman demands you come over to practice too. Remember the rule--”

“You’re not that good in science,” Alix began

“You kind of know how to fight, but not really.” Chloe continued

“And you have never, ever done anything remotely reckless,” Sabrina snickered.

that got a number of laughs out of her group. “Oh shut up, shouldn’t you be grilling Adrien on what color and other thing he’s using from now on?”

That caused the group to light up.

“I almost forgot we haven’t introduced Adrikins to that part our little group!”

“Little?” She heard the cure red head whisper. Yes, she memorized his voice already.... its not weird at all...

“Okay, so I’m yellow and stripes, as you can see,” Chloe gestured to her outfit. “Kim and Alix understand the wonder of my choice, as Kim is red and yellow, while Alix is black and stripes, hers are always her gloves or uses her snake sleeves to pass.”

“I’m purple and argyle, the best pattern,” Sabrina beamed.

“Green and collared shirts, the only way to go,” Max stated.

“Uh, pink or red is me, and a floral pattern is always on me,” Marinette gestured to the flower pattern on her shirt and showed off her coin purse.

“Blue and my hat,” Nino tipped his hat at Adrien as he walked over. “Nino.”

“Adrien, and wow, i don’t know... is my jacket okay?”

“White jacket, when off he’s mad at us then. Pro tip, wearing someone else’s colors or patterns means they’re your favorite,” Nino explained, turning to Marinette. “So Alix is your new favorite with the new studs?”

Marinette moved to hide her earrings. 

“Marinette, how could you not tell me your rankings changed!” Sabrina mock-pouted. 

“Sweet! I get dibs on Mari’s bed tonight!”

“Alix!”

“I, just, someone told me they’d bring good luck and with what happened over the summer...” and yesterday. “I figured it’d be okay to be a little superstitious--it can’t hurt in this case, right?”

Max shook his head, ready to lecture his la partner until Sabrina and Kim glared. He shut his mouth with a small frown.

“Of course not,” Adrein beamed. “Guessing it was pretty rough?”

“It was... more Gotham chaos than usual, that’s all.” New brother that was dead and is now alive and teenage again, Hero Stalker almost dying and somehow having one of her personal heroes deem her a good soundboard for solving cases that stump him? She didn’t know what to make of it, not really. (yet, Uncle Oswald’s voice rang in her head. You will when the dust settles, until then, keep your cards from view, or end up someone’s lunch.)

“That sucks.” Well, he didn’t try to hug her... yet. She could feel him debating it. 

Class began then. 

Marinette glanced back at Cute Red Head. She really needed to learn his name soon....

--

They had gym before lunch. During it, Marinette was told to show the class what can happen if someone is flexible and does the exercises right in a fight..

Kim came after her on the mats. She turned him into her vault, sent hi to ground as she jumped off him, and flipped out her landing for fun.

“I said for normal people Miss Cheng.”

Marinette grinned at their gym teacher. “Very well. Given that we seem to have magic infecting our city, its important for you all to learn how to defend and flee to safe places. Now, today we’ll be going over evacuation procedures...”

During lunch Alya and Lila were dominating a few other classes’ groups, talking about something called the “Ladyblog” and how amazing Ladybug was....

It didn’t sit right with Marinette. Chat was a big help, when he wasn’t getting ahead of himself. She was trained, he wasn’t. Could they be a little nicer to her apparent partner? She get’s she’s good, but she and Chat can be good together, can’t they?

Chloe was about to drag her to her table with Adrien, Nino (when did that happen?) and Sabrina, but she knew Max would follow her. which meant Kim would too--and she wasn’t lecturing Kim in front of Adrien and Chloe about him being jealous of them. that was a recipe for disaster--and she needed to do some recon on Big Guy and what triggered the transformation. 

the police actually remembered to encrypt their files on the case, so she had to go the other way. 

“I’ll catch up with you guys during class, I think those two,” Marinette pointed to Big Guy and Mylene, currently sitting alone and being avoided, “might need a buffer from the rest of school, Example setting and stuff, right Chloe?”

Chloe rolled her eyes. “I am reserving you in advance for tomorrow.”

She had one day to get Kim’s jealousy under control, great.

“Sure thing! See you later!”  Marinette ran off with her lunch and took a seat across from Mylene and Ivan. “Hi, Marinette.”

Big Guy was Ivan apparently. Somehow Marinette managed to ask about how they got together, the poem he wrote yesterday did it. She squealed at that--it was cute, okay?

Kim came over after Marinette. Ivan tensed when he did.

“Hey Marinette--why are you--”

“Why not?” 

Kim was silent at that, rubbing the back of his neck. “Uh....”

“Sorry about Kim, he’s dense and i may be regular clumsy, but he’s emotionally clumsy.”

Ivan snorted at that. “Like when you almost dropped three trays of macaroons at the talent show last year?”

Marinette pouted at that. “I caught them all!”

Mylene giggled at that. “I think you’d do well in a circus act with reflexes like that.”

Marinette beamed at that. “Thanks! My Uncle Jerry grew up in one so he sometimes teaches me old tricks. Still haven’t mastered taming a certain monkey...” Marinette raised an eyebrow at Kim.

“I---fine. Ivan, I’m sorry about yesterday, i shouldn’t have made fun of the poem.”

“And?”

“...and your feelings.”

“And.”

“And I should talk my feelings out instead of taking them out on others.”

“and?”

“I,..” Kim frowned, thinking for a moment. “I’m glad you managed to confess, and will work on not acting out when I jealous of someone doing what i want to but won’t.”

“Good Kim.” He still wasn’t getting a macaroon. “Sorry about yesterday.”

Ivan stared at her and Kim. “So, dating or...”

“Ew.” 

“Never.”

the pointed at each other. “That’s my brother/sister if my parents have it their way.”

Mylene brightened at that. “Really?”

Marinette nodded, “Kim decided he has all big brother rights too, apparently i’m a human arm rest.”

“You steal my hoodies.”

“It was cold, and unguarded. free game Kimmie.”

Kim shook his head. “this is not over Mari.”

“Is it ever?”

Mylene waved at someone... Alix and Max then--too long for one person.

“Hello.”

“yo, sitting here today?”

Marinette hummed as the pair took their seats. Over the course of the conversation, she found out a few things. 1) Ivan did not remember being Stoneheart. 2) the last thing he remembers is being told to knock by Damocles which only made him angrier at the time 3) a voice talking to him.

while inconclusive, her best guess would be some form of possession with rage as a catalyst for said possession to occur. Possibly just negative emotions, but she didn’t have enough data to support that theory.  

Classes began again, this time with Adrien sitting by Nino, Sabrina moved back to Chloe’s side, and Marinette given more room than she needed. 

Class was boring. She took the girls home with her while Max followed Kim to his house. Nino said something about babysitting and Adrien looked... sad. Some Huge Guy he called Gorilla picked him up without talking. 

Maybe Huge Guy Gorilla is mute, otherwise very rude. 

Maman had her handle the front while the girls were taught in the back what to do. and probably mined for information on what happened yesterday.

Marinette checked the Ladyblog and felt sick. She was being called a hero. Her family was not one of heroes---they were vigilantes at best and she knew it. She was a vigilante at best. don’t call me a hero--heroes always disappoint.

Marinette handled the front until closing time. she made dinner with the girls and Maman while Papa finished prep for tomorrow’s pastries. 

dinner was normal. The girls kept their own anxieties about what was happening mostly quiet, but Marinette could feel it.

Alix stayed the night, Chloe had ballet and Sabrina needed to feed her hamster since Raincomrpix would be home late. 

Marinette checked her messages again. nothing from Tim. She tried texting him while Tikki and Alix were asleep. she wasn’t even on read.

Marinette kept the tears in. He was still mad at her then.... did she doom Paris by lecturing Batman?

no, she just had to wait. Gotham wasn’t always calm. she just needed to wait for it to be calm and he’d see it. The Justice League would come. If not from Tim, then she’d work something out into her messages to Flash. a code.. just one letter in each letter needed to be different enough to notice. it would take time, but she knew he’d notice. 

he had to.

she just had to wait. Had to be Marinette Dupain-Cheng in the meantime. 

Paris and her just had to be patient. 

They would’t abandon her Paris, right?

--

Bruce looked over the mostly cold case, Princess Jill, and sighed. They never found the girl that summer, and Superman wasn’t taking it well. 

He looked over at Flash, who was trying to make a proposal the others could support. His french meta, Jill Smith, she was in Paris and they made progress on that front. No idea what her french name was, or her parents, but they knew she was in deep with the Gotham Rogues for Harley Quinn and Joker to claim any familial connection. 

Both of these girls went by Jill. Possible body doubling given they both are summer only. There was a slim chance they were the same person, very slim, but that would mean that the Rouges were letting their princess go into fights, and he doubted they would. She’d be kept under lock and key while Mr. J was active, and clearly Pixie was not--possibly rebellious. They could use that to convert her.

Apparently Pixie Jill Smith was connected to a new threat to Gotham, Red Hood, often working in the same areas as Victor Zsasz. He wasn’t sure how the trio were connected, but he didn’t like it.

Flash was insistent that Jill was just scared and well... Batman would admit that much was obvious. He hoped Flash managed something usable in his proposal. The less batman needed to tweak for him, the better. 

--

That’s all this time. Warning, there is an angst train and it will hurt for a while. it takes Years for things to end up where we want it, so this is a longfic in the works.

and reminder, Marinette had multiple romantic crushes and relationships in this. I only ask you tolerate the various ships.

Also the lovesquare from cannon may not be included, or if it is, it will be very different as so far, Marinette has a very different crush. 

link to the full story for easy finding from ao3 --> https://archiveofourown.org/works/22342267/chapters/53372962

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The Little Mermaid With Royality?

Patton rested his fins on the rocks calmly, dragging his hand through the seaweed as he watched the sun dance in the water. His best friend in the entire ocean, Virgil, was crouched by his side, chewing on his nails.

"Virgil, if you keep knawing on those nails of yours they're going to bleed!" Patton said, batting Virgil's hand away from his mouth.

"Sorry Pat, but are you sure this is a good idea? That ship could be filled with all shirts of traps!" said Virgil, his tail flitted through the water almost enough to cause a hurricane.

Patton laughed "Of course we'll be alright! I wouldnt let anything hurt you!" he ruffled Virgil's hair. Virgil mumbled something Patton couldnt hear and they swam over to the seemingly abandoned ship.

"How could something so beautiful be dangerous?" Patton pondered aloud.

Virgil shrugged "Maybe it's the sharks, maybe the human diseases, who knows, I dont think we should be h- WHY ARE YOU SWIMMING INTO THE BOAT!-" he swam after Patton, who had already made it halfway through the ship at that point.

"Look at all of this stuff! I wonder what it all does?" said Patton, picking up a fork and poking the top of it with his fingers. Virgil sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"We should probably head back shouldn't we?" said Virgil, glancing around the ship like the walls could collapse at any moment.

"Virgil! We've barely even finished exploring!" Patton exclaimed, circling yet another table of seemingly random objects. Patton was so immersed in examining the table of objects that he didnt notice Virgil speeding past him, followed by a giant shark.

"PATTON- A LITTLE HELP HERE!" Patton jolted up from the table and swerved in Virgil's direction, letting out a shocked gasp. He swam after Virgil and pulled him through a hole in the hull of the ship, swimming around the outside until they lost the shark in an anchor.

"Virgil I'm so sorry! I couldnt see it!" Patton wrapped his friend in the tightest hug he could muster until Virgil began tapping the side of his face to get him to let go.

"Its not your fault Pat, you got overexcited," said Virgil, smiling. "Now how about we go ask Remus about the stuff we got from the ship?" Patton nodded and swam to the surface. They reached the bay area where lay a merman with green scales and a moustache.

"Well if it isnt the raccoon and the kitten!" Remus clawed his way over to the edge of the rocks and peered over the edge.

Patton lay the things he'd gathered from the ship in front of him "Can you tell me what all of these do?" he said, tilting his head to the side.

Remus examined the items, he held the fork up to his face "Well, this ones obviously for hair," he said, dragging it through Virgil's bangs. The merman batted him away, annoyed.

Remus continued explaining what he assumed the human artifacts were for, well until sunset. Patton thanked him and swam back to the castle with Virgil, where his father, Deceit, was waiting for them.

"What were you thinking! You could've been killed out there!" Deceit swam back and forth in front of his son.

"But I didn't-" Patton interjected under his breath. Deceit glared at him out of the corner of his eye. "Right, not a good time for jokes, sorry," Patton swam back a bit and looked to the side.

"I've been contemplating it for a while now, I'm quite tired of you swimming off all the time to explore human ships and talk to exiled mermaids, Logan!" Deceit called toward the back of the castle. Yet another merman joined the group, and swam directly next to Patton. "Logan's going to watch you from now on, so you dont risk getting hurt anymore," said Deceit. Patton let out an indignant gasp of protest.

Logan placed a hand on his shoulder, "Its for your own good Prince Patton, he's just doing what's best to protect you,"

"That doesnt make it any better," said Patton, swimming out of the room. Virgil and Logan followed close behind. Patton ducked into a cave and swam as fast as he could through a network of tunnels, hoping to lose the two. He reemerged in a cave covered in what most would label a hoarder's heaven, but to Patton was a museum of priceless treasures.

"I just dont understand all this nonsense about humans being bad bow could a world that makes all this cool stuff be a bad thing!" Patton said, running a hand along the side of a music box.

"Maybe because it's a society of ruthless killers bent on the destruction of all of merperson kind!"said Virgil from behind him. Patton jerked backwards a bit.

"Virgil's right, the human world is in fact an utter disaster, it's best if you stay as far away from it as possible," said Logan.

Patton turned around and averted his eyes "But they've made so many good things. . ." he said under his breath. Virgil and Logan placed a hand on each of his shoulders and pulled him into a hug.

"Good things dont always come from good people, and you dont actually know how they use this stuff as humans Pat," said Virgil. Patton pouted and swam back out of the cave. He surface once more to stare at the sky, Virgil and Logan joining him shortly after. The night sky was covered in gleaming white stars that sparkled in the water like diamonds. Patton continued swimming lazily in circles, watching the stars glimmering above him.

A sudden noise and spark of color above him alerted Patton to an approaching ship. Logan and Virgil called for him to come back to them, but he didnt listen. He swam up to the ship and latched onto a net hanging from the side, climbing up to an opening, where he watched the humans inside with interest.

They were all so different form each other, but one in particular caught his eye, a man with auburn hair and eyes like fire, the way the moonlight caught them it was like watching fireflies dance. A large shaggy dog bounded around him until it raised its snout in the air, and turned its eyes on Patton. Before he'd realized what had happened the dog raced over. Patton lost his grip on the floorboards momentarily, but was caught by the man.

Patton was to stunned to speak. He stayed there in stunned silence for eons. Someone called for the man and he ran off, Patton took the opportunity to flop back into the water.

"Patton what were you thinking!" Virgil swam up to him in a frenzy.

"Boys-" Patton sputtered. Logan facepalmed and dragged the two of them back under water. Only for a flash of light to alert them of debris falling into the water. Patton immeadietly began to panic. He swam through the sinking ship debris and located the fiery-eyed man, sinking toward the bottom of the ocean. Patton dragged him up to the shore as fast as he could, but he'd underestimated just how far such a trip would be. By the time he dragged the man up to the shore the sun was rising. Patton cupped his face in his hands.

"Come on, wake up, I know you can do it," Patton said, he let a few song notes escape his lips, the man blinked. Patton thought about staying until he'd fully woken up, but thought better of it as he realized how his father might react. So before the man could wake up, Patton dove under the water again.He swam back into his grotto, where Virgil and Logan awaited him, staring at a new addition Patton hadnt remembered bringing there. It was a statue of the sailor boy, and it looked so like him Patton half expected it to burst to life at any moment, and he halfway wished it would.

"We found this in the ship rubble, thought you might want it," Virgil smiled. Patton hugged him and swam around the statue, examining its features.

"Its so life-like," Patton said, smiling.

The euphoria was short lived, as the familiar hiss of Patton's father joined the chorus of ooo's and aah's from Patton while he traced the statue.

"Patton, what's all this," said Deceit.

Patton froze and spun around "D-Dad, how did you find me?" he said, backing up against the statue. Logan avoided looking Patton directly in the eyes. "Logan? This was all you?" Patton said, he sounded hurt.

"All this human obsession nonsense stops now, Patton, I'm tired of it." Deceit raised his the trident he always had at his side, and the room was engulfed in a flash of yellow. As the color subsided, Patton took in exactly how much damage had been done to his beloved grotto, and he began to cry. Only when the face of the once beautiful statue floated to the bottom of the chasm, did Patton swim away. He swam so fast that it felt as though he could form a whirlpool. He hid himself away and rested his head on a nearby rock, breaking into choked sobs.

"Poor thing. . ." said a girls voice.

"If only there was a way to help him. . ." said another.

"Oh wait, there is," the girls said simultaneously. Patton looked up. There were two eel-like mermaids wading in front of him.

"You really think you can help me?" Patton said, he dodnt know who these girls were, but at this point he'd do anything to get to the human world, to get to him even if it cost him dearly.

"Of course we can! We know someone very powerful!" said the girl with pink and blue hair.

"Follow us!" said the one with blonde and teal. Patton swam toward them, and followed them to what looked like the skeleton of a sea monster.

"Girls! What have you brought for me today!" a tall man swam out from behind what seemed like a cauldron, Patton noticed that he had many tentacles instead of one single tail, it reminded him a bit of what Remus always said he wished he had instead.

"They said you could- help me," Patton whispered. The man smiled and swam over to him, squinting as though Patton was some sort of insect he was planning to experiment on.

"Of course, a prince in love with a prince, I live for matchmaking games you know, one might say it's my entire purpose," said the man, there was something sinister in his eyes, but Patton took no notice of it. "Of course, love is never meant to be easy, I will need something from you," he said.

"But I have nothing to give you, all I held dear has been destroyed," said Patton. The man held a finger up and shook it.

"I'm not asking for material objects. . . What I require is. . . Your voice," Patton gasped and jolted backwards.

"But without my- how would I- he'd never be able to-" he tripped over the words as they fell out of his mouth.

"You're a cute boy! What more would you need! Humans only care about looks anyways!" said the man, examining his reflection in a nearby mirror. He turned to Patton and held his hand out. "Now, you'll only have three days to get a kiss from your prince, so make it quick, so do we have a deal?" he asked.

Patton looked around, the two mereels nodded at him. He turned back to the strange merman, and shook his hand.

"Good, now all I need you to do, is sing," said the man. Patton opened his mouth and the melody spilled out easier than a wave current. The man began to chant something, and Patton felt his voice begin to waver. His fins seized up in pain as though they were being torn apart with a knife, his lungs- when did he get lungs?- began to fill with water, he felt like he was going to die. Something seized him by the arm and dragged him up to the surface.

When Patton's eyes reopened he was met with the faces of Virgil, Logan, and Remus. He tried to ask what happened, but all that came out was a choked squeak, his voice was entirely gone.

"Alright Sunshine,let's get you some clothes before someone sees you like this," said Remus. Patton noted the glare he was getting from Logan, which suggested his first draft of the sentence was probably something different.

After hours of gathering enough ship sails and seaweed to make a serviceable outfit for Patton, his three friends disappeared back under the water. Patton heard barking and hid behind the nearest rock.

"Cmon boy! What'd you see!" the sailor ran out from behind the cliffs. Patton peaked over the rocks to look at him, only to get a face full of dog slobber and fall backwards.

The sailor helped him up "Oh dear- sorry about. . . that" he paused abruptly, clearly star struck. "May I- have your name?" Patton opened his mouth, before closing it abruptly, remembering his voice yet again. "You cant speak. . . can you," the sailor seemed distraught. "Well, I'm Roman," he said. Patton smiled. "Let's get you somewhere warm shall we?" said Roman, lifting him up and running to the palace. Patton's face flushed, Roman's chest was warm, and his home even warmer.

A man dresses primarily in black with dark sunglasses on approached the two, "Who's this you've brought with you Roman?" he said.

"He doesnt speak, or can't, rather, but he washed up on shore, he seems shaken up so I brought him inside," Roman smiled. Patton waved at the man, hoping he came off as friendly. Roman set him down, "Remy will show you to your room," he said, gesturing to the man in sunglasses. Remy held his hand out and Patton took it, allowing himself to be lead into a room full of the prettiest garments he'd ever seen.

It took him ages to pick out something to wear, but he finally decided on a light blue sundress and a hat that nearly fell over his face. He walked out of the room and back into the entrance way.

Roman's jaw dropped "Wow. . . you look brilliant," he said. He walked over to Patton and placed a hand on his cheek, Patton felt like he might melt on the spot. "I'm going to take us out into town, get to know you a little better I suppose," he said.

The town was the best experience that had happened to Patton. The colors and structures were beautiful. But the best part was carriage ride with Roman, watching the trees pass with his head resting on the prince's shoulder. He didnt want anything about it to change.

Ok, maybe he had lied about the carriage being his favorite part. They'd take a boat ride shortly after, and some familiar faces had helped set a mood for it.

"So, a little angel told me your name was- Patton, I believe?" said Roman. Patton nodded and smiled. "Well, Patton, I want to ask you something," Patton leaned forward in excitement.

Roman leaned forward, and Patton realized he was trying to kiss him. But in his excitement he didnt notice that two tails under the boat, tipping it over so he and Roman collapsed into the water.

Patton was mortified after that, he felt as though Roman would think it was all his fault, and the later morning didnt help much either. A mysterious man had shown up the previous night, the last night Patton had to get that kiss. To Patton's horror, he saw a ring on the man's finger.

Patton ran to his room, utterly distraught. He tried to cry, but no sound came out. He raced to the window and watched the love of his life leave with a stranger that he didnt even recognize, the raced to the docks to watch them leave, collapsing near the shore as tears fell from his eyes.

"Sunshine!!! Sunshine!!!" Patton looked up, the sun had started to set, he saw three familiar faces frantically swimming over to him.

"Its the sea witch!"

"He used your voice to hypnotize the prince!"

"We have to get you there before th wedding starts!"

The sentences jumbled in Patton's brain like a tornado. Remus grabbed him by the arm "Hold onto to me, I'll get you there," he said. Patton didnt argue, he obviously couldn't.

By the time they got to the ship Patton had already given up hope. But nevertheless the quartet ascended the ship. Virgil lunged at the witch with raging speed, an anger burned in his eyes that Patton had never seen before. Fear flickered in the eyes of the attending guests. The witch's eyes narrowed, he was finally distracted. Logan took the opportunity to snatch the necklace away from him. He held it to his ear and his eyes when wide, he slammed it into the ground and Patton felt a tingling sensation in his throat.

Roman whipped around just in time to hear Patton's song return to him, his eyes sparked with realization. "It was you- this whole time it was you-" he attempt to run to him, but the witch used his rapidly forming tentacles to knock him back, he grabbed Patton by the waist and disappeared under the water.

"LUCAN!" Patton heard his father call from below the surface, he had no time to wonder how he'd gotten there.

"Dee! It's been oh so long since I've seen you!" Patton was spun around to face his father, the cold metal of a knife was felt on his throat. "I expect you know why you're here now? Hm?" Patton felt tears falling down his face, his father's face had turned entirely green. He let go of the trident.

"DAD! YOU CA-" Patton felt the knife press further into his throat. Lucan took the trident in his other hand, and Patton watched his father shrink to the size of an eel.

"Poor Dee, he just loves so recklessly doesnt he, if only hed learned sooner when family matters, he could've avoided this whole thing couldnt he have?" Lucan smirked, and Patton realized that they were rising out of the water. He saw Logan and Virgil's faces in the water and tried to reach them, but Lucan had wrapped a tentacle around his entire body, he couldnt move.

"Now isnt this nice, you get to watch everyone you love die because you care more about a stupid obsession than your friends and family!" the words cut Patton worse than even the knife could have. Tears stung his face as he watched the whirlpool's forming in the water drag his friends underneath. He'd given up, resigned to whatever his fate may have been, when Lucan let out a scream. Patton fell, and was caught by someone. Roman had steered a ship into Lucan's side, causing him to drop the trident. The small snake under the water lunged for it, and Patton's father rose out of the water with a streak of lightning, which struck Lucan right as the ship landed another blow. Lucan sunk back into the ocean with a scream.

The skies cleared, and Patton raced through the water to embrace his father once again. "I'm so sorry. . . I never should have made that deal"

"Its not your fault, Pat, I should've known better," Deceit said, wiping the tears off of Patton's face. "I have a surprise for you," he said. Patton felt warmth envelop his body, his fins began to split again, but this time it felt natural.

He opened his eyes again to see a shining blue dress,and a pair of legs. He turned to Roman, he had abandoned the ship and was racing toward him. He embraced Patton and spun him in his arms. Deceit smiled, Virgil, Remus, and Logan resurfaced with broad grins on their faces as well.

"I'm glad we've both found out voices, I dont know what I would've done if I'd lost you forever," said Roman, planting a kiss on Patton's cheek. Patton rested his head on Roman's chest and listened to his heartbeat, and he sung his heart out as they stood there in the now shallow water, lost in their love for each other, reality only a distant memory.

#cori answers #little mermaid au

[hey-hamlet]

Spamming asks anyway. What happened to Izuku? Does Nedzu know about them? Do the other teachers know? Do they break down the doors of USJ to help the kids? How does All Might react if he sees Nana? Does Aizawa give Izuku all the pets? Who gets OfA? Are any of the students aware they exist? Can they speak human? If not can Kouda talk to them? How strong are they? What do they eat? Do they have magic? How do they react to the dorms being built? Does Bakugou remember Izuku? (1/2)

dont be sorry for ask spam, i love it!! 

What happened to Izuku? 

He and Katsuki were playing heroes near the forest, but a villain attacked the park and they got separated. Izuku was lost in the woods and wandered deeper and deeper. It was so cold, and he was so tired.

He lay down to sleep.

more answers under the cut

Does Nedzu know about them?

Nezu knows about the forest guardians and has interacted with them pretty often. Infact, he was present when Izuku became a guardian vs a human

The first time he heard Nana speak is when she called out to him for help, some time after he became principal. He abandons his dignity and shoes to run on all fours because hes never heard the forest guardian sound so pained before.

Turns out there was a child she didnt reach in time. Nezu has to tell her there isnt anythng he can do, so she picks the kid up in spindly arms, kisses him gently on the forehead and Hezu watches as its bones cack and bend. He watches it take it’s first steps on fawnlike feet. the first thing it says is “kacchan?”

 They quickly gather it doesnt remember much other than its friend. As it gets to morning he has to leave them, and watches Nana curl around the new guardian as it cries out for him

Nezu has actually allowed the forest to grow closer and closer to the walls and has expanded the on campus portions of it to allow Nana greater freedom. She keeps the kids safe.

Do the other teachers know?

Nezu is very very relcutant to tell anyone about the intelligent animals/monsters in the forest for… obvious reasons. Many of the teachers have seen glimpes of Izuku because hes not the best at hiding yet, but often assume he was just a deer. Aizawa has had a run in with the both of them when he passed out from bloodloss on the border of the forest durring a patrol. Hes not convinced they were real, but he woke up just against the UA barrier the next morning. 

Do they break down the doors of USJ to help the kids?

Nana can’t enter the grounds proper by herself as they dont connect to the forest. But, Izuku can, and he does. He loses a leg to Shigiraki (which grows back, like a month later) and kind of breaks the Nomu’s spine over and over.

The new, fawn like creature may have been weaker and less resilient than the Nomu, but it was faster and smarter. Again and again, it dodged through the monster’s legs, tripping it and snapping at exposed brain tissue and tearing at the spinal column. Each time it went down, only for a second, before it knitted itself together with a shrieking roar. Again and again it sprung out of it’s fearsome reach to try again.

Clutching his broken teacher, Todoroki could only hope it would somehow win.

How does All Might react if he sees Nana?

So Izuku actually drags him by the shirt to Nana, who is trying to hide all 10 feet of herself behind a tree because she’s embarassed to be a “Monster” now. All Might cries and hugs her, Nana lets out a happy little trill and picks him up. 

Izuku is sat a few meters away looking like a very smug cat.

Does Aizawa give Izuku all the pets?

Yes! He becomes some what of a class mascot honestly, and keeps “sneaking” into the school (Nezu gave him a student card so hes really just entering normally). Everyone gives him lots of hugs after they get over the extra legs and the 5 feet tall-ness of him.

Who gets OfA? 

Mirio! After Nana gives Nighteye a bonk on the head for presuring All Might.

Are any of the students aware they exist? 

Pre-USJ? Not exactly. There is a rumor that a monster protects them, and some people claim to have seen it, but its mostly a UA urban legand. Post-USJ? only 1A and the teachers are aware of them, because Nezu “requested” (demanded) they be left out of press coverage to protect them. Izuku uses his more human form when walking the hallways and people assume hes a student or something.

Can they speak human? If not can Kouda talk to them? 

Hm. Kinda-ish. They can understand it perfectly, but speaking it is an other matter. Nana can hold pretty stilted conversations but Izuku is mostly limited to “Hero, Save, Help and Friend”. Kouda can speak to them! Nana speaks like a normal human, Izuku is very stilted.

How strong are they? 

Ok thats tricky. Nana is just very very strong, and stronger than Izuku, but I’m not sure how to quantify her so just imagine her as 5 times (or more) stronger than Izuku. 

Izuku has the physical strength of one very strong dude, but is insanely fast, faster than the Nomu so about the speed of All Might. Hes smart and sly, good at planning but hampered by the fact he cant really share his plans. He has about the physical resiliance of a teenage boy though, so can only take the beatings canon Izuku can.

What do they eat? 

As long as they are in the forest: Nothing. If Izuku leaves the forest, he needs to eat, and can eat just about whatever a human can and more - hes more resistant to toxins and bacteria.

Do they have magic? 

I think the quirk scientists in universe would cry if you called it magic, but thats what it is. Izuku has an ok control of forest plants, and a very mild control of plants outside his forest (think flowers blooming, leaves growing, branches moving like 1cm every 5 secs). It’s only combat-worthy inside his forest. Hes faster than he should be able to move, stronger within the forest and has a small varity of forms he can shift into : weird cat (very large cat size), almost a person, default (weird deer), combat (weird deer but pointier), and weird bird (4 wings, 5 feet long). 

Nana do what Izuku can, has a few more forms and can teleport anywhere in the forest, has a vauge general awareness of anything going down within it, and has pretty tight control over all the plants within it. Inside the forest shes basically unkillible, no matter how much damage she takes.

How do they react to the dorms being built? 

Happy! They exist to keep the creatures in the forest safe, they they totally count the UA students as part of that. Izuku can sometimes be found sleeping on the comom room couches

Does Bakugou remember Izuku?

Yep. He feels really guilty, because Izuku was like his brother and he was ment to protect him because his quirk hand’t come in yet and he was a bit of a crybaby, but when they villain showed up he lost him. Inko moved in with him and his mum after the funeral, because she just had no one else.

#asks #forest guardian au #bnha au #midoriya izuku #nana shimura

[scarletcarerra-blog]

What happens After Cars 1/ Cars Fanfiction

So I figured I would write this considering they did not show what happend after cars the 1st. So enjoy! <3

Sally and Lightning Mcqueen were racing back to radiator springs.

Sally: Bet you can´t catch up to a Porsche!

Lightning: Oh, You bet I can!

Lightning Caught up to her and started to giggle and sally did the same. They both smiled at eachother in a flirty way. Soon they reached Flo´s V8 Cafe.

Sally: Funny how you can win a Piston Cup but you still can´t catch up to me!

Lightning: Thats mainly because you had a headstart.

Sally Chuckled and so did lightning.

Lightning pulled up to a gas pump and sally pulled up next to him. Then lightning starts blushing.

Sally: Oh c´mon stickers! I know you´re blushing but I just can´t see it.

Lightning: Good thing my paint is red, Hehe.

Flo: Hey honey! I wasnt expecting you to come back!

Lightning: Well.......Considering I di-

Mater shows up.

Mater: Hey buddeh!

Lightning: Mater, Weren´t you flying in the heli?

Mater: Well, Hehe....I kinda jumped off and it was fun!

Lightning started to put on a weak smile and sally notices.

Sally: Stickers, Whats wrong?

Lightning: Oh, Nothing! Just.........

Sally thought.....If mater would have had not shown up, Lightning would have had kissed me! | Sally was very astonished at mater. But she couldn´t get mad at him.

Mater: Miss sally are you lightnings girlfriend?

Sally: Well uh Hehe.......I Am really No-

Lightning: WELL WE ARE NOT TOO SURE......YET.......

Sally Glared at lightning while he was blushing so much he was turning into a tomato!

Sally starts to Chuckle.

Chick: Well Well Well. What do we have here?

Lightning: Go away chick. Nobody wants you here.

Chick: Oh I see. You just want me to leave so I don´t fall in love with your Slutty ass girlfriend.

Lightning: YOU SON OF A BITCH YOU BETTER TAKE THAT BACK!

Sally: Stickers! Chill out!

Sheriff: CHILL OUT ON THAT LANGUAGE BOY!

Sally Put on a worried face that lightning might Try to kill him or something.

Chick: Wow Mcqueen. I did not think you would rage that much over some pathetic words.

Lightning: WELL MAYBE IF YOU WOULD LEAVE ME THE HELL ALON-

Sally: LIGHTNING! She yelled.

Lightning started to worry that she would not like him anymore for being a jerk.

Chick: Oh whats wrong Miss Carerra? Are you worried your Pathetic ¨Stickers¨ Might get thrown in jail for Being a stupid ass idiot? HAH. Chick started to put on a evil grin.

Sally drove over to chick and kicks him between is Two rear tires.

Chick: OH MY GO-

Lightning: You deserved that chick.

Chick started to drive away.

Lightning: Sally, Im sorry but I can´t control myself around chick.....Lightning started to frown.

Sally: Its okay stickers. And I feel the same way. She says in a calm voice.

Sally Starts to nudge lightning on his fender. Lightning starts to nudge her back. P.S/ Idek I would have had put nuzzle but I didnt really think that would have had made sense, XD.|

Doc came over to lightning Ruining sally and lightnings moment.

Doc: Kid, Wanna go down to Willy´s Butte and run some more laps?

Lightning: Maybe later doc.

Doc Sighed.

Doc: Maybe if you do it now, You can have all the time with sally later kid.

Lightning Looked very Unhappy.

Sally: Doc. Why can´t My stickers do it later?

Doc: Because I said so. Doc said sternly.

Doc: NOW LIGHTNING!

Lighting. Okay! Okay! Im going.....

Sally: Started to sigh.

10PM At night.

Lightning drove over to the lobby of the motel and saw sally doing more paperwork.

Lightning: Hey sal!

Sally: Stickers! Hehe, You startled me for a second.

They both started chuckling.

Lightning: So uh...Shouldn´t you be in bed?

Sally: I could ask the same for you.

Lightning: Well....I thought maybe we could watch a movie tonight in my cone.... Lightning started Blushing so hard he thought his fenders were going to blow off.

Sally: Hehe. Well I guess. But......

Lightning: Whats wrong sal?

Sally: Stickers.....She started to tear up.

Lightning: Sal....? Lightning was very confused.

Sally: I......Can I tell you a secret?

Lightning: Sure sally, You can tell me anything.

Sallys FLASHBACK In LA

Sally was going to bed. But she didn´t realize her date ¨Storm¨ that night was following her. She turned her light off and pulled the blankets up over her roof.

Then Storm Got Into the bed and she knew.

Sally: AGH!

Storm: Hey baby. Wanna have some fun?

Then he tried to rape her. But she got out in time.

Storm followed her but then she ran into a pole And got knocked out.

Then she woke up, Somehow in the middle of Radiator springs.

END FLASHBACK.

Lightning: Sal....I would never try to do that to you.

Sally Was crying.

Lightning moved up next to her and started to nuzzle her fender.

Sally: Im sorry stickers....Its just...Just....Im scared okay!

Lightning: I understand sal. Its okay if you don´t wanna come into my cone.

Lightning drove over to his cone. And sally Was following him.

Sally: Stickers......Can you please promise me you won-´t do it?

Lightning: Sally. Unless you want to have sex. I promise you.

Lightning wiped away her black tears. He backed into his cone, And sally followed.

They were watching Fast and furious.

Lightning Noticed sally was falling asleep and so he glared at her in a flirty way getting butterflies.

Lightning: She looks like an angel when she sleeps....... Lightning wanted to kiss her so badly but he was to afriad he would mess it up, So he turned off the Tv and feel asleep next to her.

Sally: *Yawns*

Lightning: Morning Sal.

Sally: Huh? Oh...Hehe....I must have feel asleep with you.

Lightning: Im glad you did. Because you were a sexy little angel. He blurted out loud accidentaly.

Sally: Wait...What?

Lightning: OH. Uh hehe. Eh....Look what time it is hehee...

Mater was spying through the window watching lightning and sally.

Lightning: So. I was wondering if you wanna go to wheel well later?

Sally: Sure!

Lightning drove closer to her. And sally did the same until mater started to bang on the door.

Lightning Grew very aggervated.

Lightning: Mcqueen groaned. Why does everytime I try to make love with you mater has to interrupt!?

Sally: Im not sure stickers. Im really not sure.

Lightning: Well. Better go train with doc.

Sally: Alright. Ill see you later stickers!

6PM Came around.

Lightning: Ready to go?

Sally: Yup!

Its got dark so sally turned on her headlights, But they went out. But good thing lightning got his headlights.

Lightning: So it looks like Ill be guiding you this time.

Sally: Sally blushed. Yeah. Hehe.

Lightning and sally finally arrived at wheel well enjoying memerable moments and the view.

Lightning: Sally......Ya know. Ive always ya knw.... Hehe

Sally: Stickers....I really want to....UGH! Im to shy to ev-en tell you!

Lightning: Its okay sal. Hehe. Im the same way.

Then a Severe thunderstorm came.

Lightning: We better get going.

Sally Agreed. It was raining to hard the mud was falling off the canyons like a waterfall.

Lightning: Sal!

Sally: Yeah stickers!

Lightning: There is a mudslide, we can´t go through!

A mudslide came down off the canyon and a Gigantic rock fell right on sally.

Lightning: SALLY!

Sally: Stickers! *She was crying so hard*

The rock landed on her rear right Axle and left several dents in her side.

Lightning: SALLY! SHHHH! Its going to be okay!

Lightning started holding her tire to comfort her. But the thunder and lightning kept scaring her.

Back in radiator springs.

Doc: Where are them 2?

Flo: I thought i saw them head up to wheel well.

Sheriff: Doc! A huge mudslide came off the canyons and I think sally and lightnin´ are stuck there!

Everyone Gasped.

Doc, Flo, Mater, And sheriff drove up there and saw sallys side stuck under a rock.

Lightning: Doc?! HELP!

Sally: Stickers its hurts too badly!! *She started to cry even more*

Lightning Started to cry himself.

Doc and sheriff called over a heli to lift up the rock to free sally. And she did.

Doc put her in a ambulance.

Sally Still cryin very hard.

Lightning: Shhhh........ Its going to be okay.

Sally: Tryed to lean against him but doc wouldn´t let her.

Soon they reached docs clinic.

Doc told lightning to get some rest but lightning refused.

Doc: Go lightning!

Sally: But...I....Wan lightning! *She stuttered in her tears*

Doc: No! Mcqueen, you must go.

Lightning was so mad, sad, and aggervated.

Lightning still refused to leave. So doc told mater to tow him out.

Sally: Sticke-s!!!! * She cried*

Lightning: Sal!

4 in the morning.

Lightning had been up all night thinking about sally, And sally was up all night As well thinking about lightning.

Lightning: I cant! I must go see her! He cried.

Lightning Sneaked into the clinic past doc.

Lightning glared at sally and sally glared at him back. Sally: Stickers?! She *Whined*

Lightning: Shhhh..... He drove up to her and layed on her good side.

Sally Started to cry

Lightning held her tire and started to message it.

Lightning: I am so sorry sal. It was my stupid Idea to take you up there.

Sally: No. Stickers. Its nobodys fault. Please don´t say that. *She teared up*

Doc: Huh? Mcqueen!

Lightning: Oh no.......

Doc: Lightning Mcqueen get out right now otherwise you won´t be seeing her at all!

Sally: No doc! * She held onto lightning crying into his door.

Doc: Ugh!

Lightning: Why can´t I be with her doc!

Doc: Because I said so!

Sally Started Crying hard again.

Doc tried pulling her away but she was too weak to hold onto lightning.

Sally: Stickers!

Doc Forced him out once again.

Lightning couldn´t stand seeing her in pain crying.

Lightning Pushed through doc agressively and got back to sally.

Lightning: Im not letting her go!

Doc: KID WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM!

Lightning: WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM YOU MEAN!

Sally: Pleas- Stap fighting! She cried.

Lightning: Please doc!

Then 80 mile per winds came through with a severe lightning storm.

Lightning struck and scared the shit out of Doc, Sally, And lightning.

Lightning: Please doc?

Doc: Kid...Im sorry. But I think we have something else to worry about.....

Sally started to cry even worse.

Doc: Listen Kid. Give her a hot wax. Okay?

Lightning: Okay.....

Lightning rubbed the wax all over her body besides her damaged side.

Lightning: Sally....I know we have not....You know..... But I feel like....I just.....

Lightning blurted out, I LOVE YOU SALLY!

Sally was in shock.

Sally: Stick-rs, I lo-e you too *She said crying still*

Lightning Wiped away her tears and smiled.

All the sudden the whole ground shook because the wind was so bad.

Sally Started to tear up again.

Doc was working on her side bandaging her up.

Doc: Alright sally. You can leave but on one condition. You must sleep with lightning.

Lightning looked at doc and smiled. Oh. I think I can do that.

Sally: Oh your so horny! *She giggled*

Lightning Turned his headlights on and lead her into his cone.

Sally: Stickers?

Lightning: Yeah sal?

Sally: I love you. <3

Lightning: I love you too. <3

Lightning cuddled with her until it started storming so badly sally started to tear up.

Lightning: Sally? Are you afraid of storms?

Sally: Stickers....Please don´t tell anyone but....I am *She said sadly*

Lightning: Sal. I don´t care what your scared of. And what your not. I will still always love you.

Sally Smiled and kissed lightning on the fender. Lightning almost fainted.

Lightning: Are you okay?

Sally: Im.......

Sally was so shook up she couldn´t speak.

Lightning: Nuzzled her Until she was getting a little calm.

Sally: Im sorry stickers, Im a lot more than you can handle! * She started crying again*

Mater knocked on the door and 2 in the morning.

Mater: Hey uh buddy!

Lightning: Yeah mater?

Mater: I uh.....Hate to admit it but uh. We think there is a tornado.

Sally Got very scared.

Lightning: We will be okay sally.

Mater heard him calming her.

Mater: Sorry buddeh. I didnt know Miss sally was upset.

Lightning: Its fine mater.

Lightning drove out of the cone.

Sally: Stickers! Where are you going? *She sounded very scared*

Lightning: Im not going anywhere sal.

Sally: Then what are you do-

Lightning: HOLY!

Lightning sped back into the cone and grabbed sally and went to the Motels basement where everyone was.

Sally Started to cry again.

Flo: Honey, You alright?

Lightning: She is fine. Just a little shook up.

Luigi: I feel-a Very Bad-a for her.

Ramone: Same...... And a bunch of other cars Agreed.

Sally Held onto lightning,

Lightning was worried for her more than anything else.

Sally was crying even harder.

Mater: Oh c´mon Miss sally! Cheer up!

Lightning:Mater! Shh! Just let her get some rest for Chrslyer Sake!

Everyone was asleep but lightning and sally.

Sally was shaking and freezing to death. Lightning wrapped her up in his warm blanket.

Sally: Was gripped onto lightning very hard.

Lightning Kissed her on the fender hoping thing will get better, But finally she fell asleep and everything went back to normal in the morning. Next chapter coming soon!

[deviantconnorarmy]

Details: Chapter 3--Pin Drop

AN:  I’m doing a scary thing for me, and this chapter is from Connor’s POV.  I haven’t tried writing Connor yet.  We’ll see how this goes.  Did I mention this is a slow burn fic?

Characters: Cecilia Manfred, Connor, Hank Anderson, Leo Manfred

Pairing: Connor x OC

Warnings:  Language, Violence, Angst

Word Count: 3567

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*Connor POV*

Carlos Ortiz’s android was safely removed from the interrogation room without much incident--aside from Detective Reed threatening to shoot Connor in the head, and Lieutenant Anderson threatening to shoot Detective Reed if he did so.

The deviant was still in one piece, though, and that was what mattered.

Connor followed quietly after Lieutenant Anderson as they left the interrogation room, the Lieutenant grumbling something about the time under his breath while Connor pondered the deviant’s soft-spoken words to Connor as he was led out.

The truth is inside...

What did it mean?

One of the other officers in the precinct stopped Hank before he could get too far, the Lieutenant not one to hide his displeasure.

“Jesus Christ, whatever it is, it can wait until there’s fucking sunlight--I don’t want to hear about it till I come in tomorrow,” Hank told the officer harshly.

“You’re going to want to get this one settled now, Lieutenant,” the female officer told Hank as Connor stopped quietly at the Lieutenant’s side.  “It’s high profile, but it’s cut and dry.  Just a bit of paperwork and it won’t be your problem.”

Hank looked conflicted, but the promise of less of a headache if he just filled out a few forms seemed to win him over.  “All right--who bit the dust this time?”

“Carl Manfred, the famous painter.  His son says their android got violent, pushed all of them around, injured his half-sister--she’s still in shock over by Chris’ desk in the other room, we can’t get her to react to anything--and triggered the heart attack that killed his father.  The android’s already been destroyed and disposed of, it was shot by the first responders.  We’re just finishing getting the son’s statement and the paperwork and we’ll close it up.”

Another deviant, but this one destroyed and already out of his reach.  Pity.  If it had been recovered in one piece he could have cross examined it.  He might still be able to learn something, though.

Connor left Hank and the female officer without saying anything, weaving effortlessly through the rows of desks to Chris’ desk in one of the far corners.  There wasn’t anyone around at the moment except for a lone figure sitting hunched forward in a rolling chair that had been taken from another desk.  The woman’s black evening dress was torn and filthy, moved enough off her frame with drag patterns of dirt to show she’d been crawling on the floor.  There was a cut on her head disappearing into her hairline, already attended to by medical personnel--it was going to leave a scar, and looked like it came from the side of a metal shelf.  She was covered in Thirium, the spatter patterns indicating that she might have been not only on the ground, but behind the android when it had been shot.  A standard blanket was draped around her shoulders for her shock, covering up what her dress no longer could.

Connor kneeled down in front of her once he was closer, gaze calculating as he continued with his analysis of the woman.  She didn’t even react to his presence, eyes glassy and fixed straight ahead of her.  Her body was rigid with tension, and Connor could detect a slightly faster-than-normal heart rate, though her hands lay loose, cradled in her lap, like she wanted to reach out to something but knew it was useless to do so.  There were scrapes and bruises, indicating she’d been thrown into the metal shelf she’d gotten her head injury from.  Her face had traces of tears, her make-up smudged and a few trails of black making it halfway down her cheeks.

Finally Connor did a facial scan, quickly registering the basic information it provided him with.

Cecilia Manfred, born February 23, 2013, journalist, no criminal record.

“Connor, what the hell are you doing?”

Connor didn’t turn at the sound of the Lieutenant’s voice, though he did answer him.  “She saw what happened--the deviant was right in front of her.  Has no one collected her statement?” Connor quizzed.

“Look at her, she’s in no state to be giving a statement, she doesn’t even know you’re sitting in front of her.  Besides, we’ve already got the son’s statement, case closed.”

Connor stayed crouched in front of Cecilia Manfred, still studying her.  “Her reaction seems extreme for what the son reported.”

“She was just attacked by the family android and saw her father die--I think she’s earned the right to be in shock,” Hank scoffed.  “Her brother already said he was taking her straight home after this--said she’s been through enough, tonight, so it’s out of our hands, anyway.”

Connor still didn’t agree, though he did slowly rise back to his full height.  He detected someone approaching them at that moment, turning just enough to see a man being escorted in their direction by another officer.  A quick facial scan identified the man as Leo Manfred.

He must have finished giving his statement and came to collect his half-sister.

Once Leo got close enough, Connor saw Cecilia twitch out of the corner of his eyes, and turned his head to see if she was going to show further responsiveness with her half-brother’s presence.  She raised her head marginally, her eyes focusing on her approaching half-brother.  For a few moments, it looked like there would be a family reunion, the disheveled woman rising steadily from her chair, blanket falling off her shoulders on the way.

Then her heartrate sped up, her cheeks flushed, muscles strained with more tension, pupils contracting substantially.

“Lieutenant--” Connor started to warn, but the woman had already launched herself forward as she violently snapped out of her state of shock.  Her scream brought the activity in the DPD to an abrupt halt.

“YOU MURDEROUS BASTARD!”

Cecilia was on top of Leo in seconds, punching him with a left hook that had enough momentum behind it, the man stumbled into the wall.  She tried to go at him again, but the officer who had been escorting Leo got between them, and Connor grabbed Cecilia by the arms from behind.

Considering her head injury, the last thing the woman should be doing was getting into a fight.

Cecilia was still shouting--screeching--and straining against Connor’s hold on her to reach Leo.

“You got them both killed!  He was begging you to stop and you kept going!  And framed Markus for what, spite?  Because Dad’s caretaker was more of a son than you ever were?  Both of them dead, all because you wanted a goddamn fix!” Cecilia screamed at a suddenly frightened Leo, trying to pull free of Connor.  “You bastard, you killed them, killed them both for fucking drug money!”

Cecilia pitched forward, and Connor suddenly found himself holding the woman up as she stumbled drunkenly, the stress and exertion doing nothing to help her head injury, but she kept cursing Leo all the same.  Even as she slumped backwards against Connor, and he had to wrap an arm around her to keep he up.

“That’s it, get them out of here, now, before they make more of a scene!” Lieutenant Anderson barked, gesturing back towards the interrogation rooms.  “And keep them separate so they don’t attack each other!”

Connor shifted his grasp on Cecilia so that he had a more secure hold on her as he guided her into the interrogation room the deviant had been in minutes ago.  He brought her right to the chair, which she sank into while folding her arms atop one another, resting her head on top.  Conner did another quick scan to check on her physical state--she was supposed to be resting, not getting into fights or having more emotional strain put on her. Her breathing and heartbeat were both erratic, her shoulders tense with pain and anger, and he was certain that she was crying again.

It looked like Leo Manfred's story was flawed--they needed her side, but she also needed to be treated carefully due to her current state of being.

Slowly, Connor settled into the chair opposite Cecilia, already making the calculations and choosing what words to say to get her talking. She would need a far more gentle approach than he'd taken for the deviant.

"You suffered a serious head injury--you shouldn't have starined yourself like that," Connor informed the woman. She still didnt lift her head or acknowledge him in any way, so he continued. "I'll give you a moment to collect yourself, and then we can talk."

Again, Cecilia didn't respond, but Connor didn't expect her to, not right away. The silence in the room was enough to disturb any human being, though Connor remained unfazed, gaze fixed on the distressed woman and watching as her heartrate evened out and her breathing steadied. When her vitals were back to a normal range, the woman raised her head so she could look Connor in the eyes.

"What does Leo say happened?" she asked, voice rough.

Connor stayed silent for a moment, making sure she truly was calmed down before answering.  “From what I’ve been told, Leo Manfred’s story is that your father’s caretaker android attacked the two of you, and caused your father enough stress he suffered a heart attack.  Then the police arrived and shot the android before it had the chance to cause any more damage.”

Cecilia was shaking her head from the start, but Connor kept going so she would have all the facts and could dispute whatever was incorrect properly.

“For starters, Leo and my dad aren’t...weren’t close.  It wasn’t normal for Leo to be at the house--the only time he ever showed was when he wanted money.”

“For drugs,” Connor added pointedly, drawing on her outburst in the hall.  Cecilia nodded.

“Either to buy more drugs or to get himself out of trouble with someone he owed money to.  My dad wouldn’t feed his habit.  If he was clearly on something, or looked like he was withdrawing, my dad wouldn’t give him any money.  Which Leo wasn’t too happy about.”

“So what was Leo doing at the house?”

Cecilia reached like she was about to rub her head, then remembered the injury and switched sides.  “Earlier he came to the house asking for money.  He was strung out, we could all tell.  Dad said no, and Leo tried to pick a fight with Markus, but Dad kicked him out.  We all thought that was the end of it, until we got home from my dad’s retrospective and found the lights on.  Leo had broken in and told us flat out that he was taking some of my father’s paintings to sell them for the cash he’d wanted earlier.”

Cecilia’s dropped her hand back to the table palm-down, wincing when she agitated one of her scrapes.  Her fingers tapped rhythmically against the surface, and she slowly shook her head.  “Dad and Markus tried to get him to leave, even warned him that the police were coming, but he wouldn’t leave.  And then he started going off about how Dad loved Markus more than Leo, started pushing Markus around...”

Cecilia wiped a freshly fallen tear from her cheek, Connor watching her every move closely and noting how her vitals had started to pick up again at the memory of what happened.  “My dad tried to break it up, but Leo just pushed him out of the way--I managed to catch his wheelchair before it tipped over or he crashed or anything.  And I could just see that Markus wanted so badly to do something, to stop Leo, to defend himself and get Leo out of there before Leo hurt someone, but my dad told him don’t do it.  He wanted to, but he didn’t, he didn’t raise a hand to anyone the entire time.”

“Your injuries came from Leo, then?” Connor asked, gaze flickering back towards her head injury while he noted Cecilia’s comments on the android’s behavior.  So it hadn’t attacked anyone...and yet it had still shown some signs of deviancy, perhaps?  It may have still been deviant.

Cecilia nodded.  “Leo hit Markus across the face and knocked him into a table.  Dad was...yelling for Leo to stop, to leave Markus alone, but Leo wouldn’t listen, and I could tell he was in pain and the stress was getting too much, so I charged Leo, to get him off Markus.  I knocked him into one of my dad’s paint shelves.  He grabbed me and I tried to push him away, to push him out, I was telling him to go, but he threw me to the ground right into the paint rack we’d knocked over.  When I hit my head, I blacked out, and when I came to, Leo had ahold of Markus and was yelling in his face about how Markus was nothing and he was going to destroy Markus.  Markus still didn’t do anything, but he looked so angry, like it was barely held back, and his LED was flashing red and yellow, and Leo hit him again, hard enough Markus doubled over, and...my dad fell out of his wheelchair.”

“Did they stop fighting?”

Cecilia looked up at Connor with a frown.  “I wouldn’t call it a fight.  Markus wasn’t saying or doing anything, he was just standing there and taking it.  He wanted to do something, but...he didn’t.”

Connor wanted to correct her, tell her machines couldn’t want or feel anything, but right now he wanted her full, unedited story.  He could go over details and technicalities with her after.

Once Cecilia saw Connor wasn’t going to say anything, she continued with her account.  “It did stop what was happening, though.  Markus ran over to my dad, and I had to crawl over to him.  By the time I reached them, he was gone--he only had time to say goodbye to Markus.  Leo was just standing there, he hardly waited for my dad to stop breathing before he started raving about how it was Markus’ fault.  And when the cops came in the room, he instantly blamed Markus, and he hadn’t done anything, he was just standing there, but they still shot him, I couldn’t even get a word in, and they were both gone.  All cause Leo wanted a goddamn fix...”

Cecilia seemed to have finished her recounting of the nights events, so Connor didn’t press her for further questions as he processed this new information.  Her heartrate informed him that she was telling the truth--or at least what she felt was the truth.  Considering his mission was regarding deviants, he wanted to immediately get to questioning her about her father’s android.  Having lived around a deviant, she could have valuable information about them.

He had to confirm the suspicions the android Markus had been deviant before getting to those questions, and before he pressed her about the android, he had to address the matter of her brother.

Clearly, after that display out in the hall, she wanted justice.  He’d offer it to her.

“Right now, its your word against his,” Connor informed her, leaning forward to emphasize his point.  “But with this new information, I could go back to the crime scene and reconstruct what happened to find evidence and prove your side of the story...if you wanted to press charges.”

Cecilia’s eyes locked with Connor’s, and he was mildly surprised at the determined fire that was in them.  “What’s he looking at, potentially?”

“According to your story?  Breaking and entering, destruction of property, attempted theft, filing a false police report, assault, and manslaughter, to start with.”

Cecilia gave a bitter laugh, wiping a few new tears from her cheeks.  Connor couldn’t fathom why she was crying again...all the charges she could press was good news, right?

“D’you know what’s messed up?” Cecilia said dryly, still looking Connor directly in the eyes.  “Markus was family, more of a son to my father and a brother to me than Leo ever was.  And his death is being treated as damaged property.”

Connor’s brows furrowed, and he tilted his head to the side as he worked to understand why this fact of all things bothered her.  “It was a machine designed to accomplish a task.  An android.  He wasn’t human, wasn’t alive.  You can’t kill something that was never alive to begin with.”

Connor saw Cecilia’s eyes flicker briefly to his LED before returning to meet his gaze again.  “I know he was an android.  That doesn’t change anything.”  Connor’s LED flashed, stuck in yellow as she continued.  “And would you please stop referring to him as an it?  He had a name:  Markus.  And despite what everyone else thinks, he was family.  He was different.”

Connor was still trying to process such intense feeling for an android, when they were just machines, nothing more.  However, he saw his opening, and in order to get her to be more willing to talk to him, Connor obliged to her request he refer to the possible deviant android by its given name.

“All right.  Why don’t you tell me what was different about Markus?” Connor asked calmly, his LED finally settling back to a cool blue.

Cecilia’s gaze narrowed on Connor for a moment, studying Connor in turn as she tried to determine why he was asking her these questions.  His patient, calm expression encouraged her to speak, and after a few moments where they simply watched each other, she began to answer him.

“He was a prototype, an RK200 model,” Cecilia began, gaze flickering to the RK800 on Connor’s jacket.  Connor’s LED flickered to yellow for a split second before settling back to blue like nothing had happened.  “Elijah Kamski gave him to my dad after he was in that accident where he lost his legs.  They actually didn’t get along much at first, my dad just saw him as a stupid machine, but...that opinion changed, obviously.  Like I said, my dad thought of Markus as a son.”

“What about behavior?” Connor asked searchingly, taking care to refer to the android as a he and as Markus lest he offend Cecilia.  “Did he develop attributes unusual for an android?”

“Of course,” Cecilia answered.  “Compared to when my dad and Markus were first together, Markus started showing actual care for me and my father, he could be...artistic--truly artistic.  Just this morning we...we were listening to him play the piano, and it sounded so...intimate.  And it was an original piece.  Then in the studio he actually painted an original piece with emotion and meaning.  He told me when he made it he was thinking of humanity...empathy.  He said once he hadn’t understood the complexity of human relationships but...he’d started to understand.  And I asked him if he was starting to feel...he said he did.  And I could see it in his eyes--regular androids don’t get that look.  Markus was different,” Cecilia finished quietly.

Definitely a deviant.  And for how long, living peacefully with this family?  How many deviants were lying right under their owner’s noses?

“Cecilia,” Connor began patiently, folding his hands atop one another and making sure he was emphasizing his every word.  “Cyberlife has been looking into such anomalies.  Androids don’t actually feel--they just emulate human emotion, it’s all just errors in their software,” Connor explained patiently.

Cecilia’s gaze narrowed, something harsh suddenly appearing in her features, entirely aimed at Connor.  “I understand that you’re also an android, but just because you don’t feel--at the moment--does not mean that Markus didn’t.  I saw him sob over my dying father, saw the tears streaming down his face, heard him call my father Dad.  The painting he created from his own imagination with its own unique meaning is still sitting in that studio.  I don’t give a damn what Cyberlife thinks they know--Markus was more human than Leo, than half the people in this city, maybe more.”

She wasn’t going to change her mind on this opinion.  Whatever she’d seen with this android had convinced her there was humanity in machines.  But he still had her as a source for deviants, someone who’d lived with one for so long.  Even if her belief in what deviants were was a little deluded, she could still hold useful information.

“Did Markus ever mention something called RA9?” Connor asked carefully.  The switched tracks of conversation surprised Cecilia, though the woman eyed him suspiciously.

“No, I’ve never heard of that in my life...what does that have to do with Markus?”

Connor sighed.  “Nothing, apparently.”

Perhaps he could learn more if he saw the house.  She’d said there was a painting there?  And he still needed to reconstruct the crime scene in order to confirm her version of what had happened.

Carefully, Connor rose from his seat at the table.  “What happens next?” Cecilia asked before he could say anything.

“I’ll go speak with the Lieutenant, and we will figure out the best course of action.  In the meantime, try to relax--you’ll only worsen your condition if you strain yourself.”

Cecilia looked around the interrogation room, eyebrows raised.  “Sure, it’ll be easy to relax in here--it’s like a resort!”

Connor’s expression furrowed into a cross between contemplative and confused, but he made no comment, leaving Cecilia Manfred alone in the interrogation room while he went into the observation room to speak with Lieutenant Anderson.

Next Chapter --->

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[missjackil]

Sam, Dean & Sera Gamble

It’s been my feeling since I watched Seasons 6 and 7 that they were different than all other seasons. I didn’t hate them, but I didn’t necessarilly like them either. They were Sera Gamble’s era, and though Im sure it’s hard to stay true to Kripke’s vision, and yet add your own vision to it, I don’t think she did a very good job. I was speaking with a friend recently, who told me it’s a common opinion that Gamble was a Sam girl, the last show runner to “take care” of Sam’s character, and the last one to understand the brothers’ relationship. I nearly spit my coffee on my laptop! Now, this isnt to wank on my friend, I wont name her, but she’ll know who she is if she reads this. She’s a sweety and I respect her, so friend.... this isnt against you :)  Now me, personally, I do tend to see things completely opposite of how most of the fandom sees it, I dont know why that is, but I do. This time is no different, because Im going to go outside the box and explain why I think Gamble was a Dean girl, and maybe even secretly hated Sam. I dont know why she got fired, if any of you do, please enlighten me, because it would seem to me that she got fired for favoring Dean too much and nearly destroying Sam’s character, and Im going to explain why. 

To start, she wasn’t the head hancho yet in S4, but she was the one who insisted that Sam sleep with Ruby and Dean sleep with Anna. Now I understand how intriguing it was to think of one brother sleeps with a demon while the other sleeps with an angel, but if you read these conditions in a fan fic, youd scream “Dean girl!” and complain about the Sam hate in the fact that Sam slept not only with a demon, but with a dead meat suit, while Dean’s angel conveniently had her own body and not someone elses vessle.   Anyone who wasnt a Sam fan before hand, certainly didnt become one after that. Now I know it was hard to redeem Sam after the events of S4, and I wont blame Gamble for that completely, but the end of S5 brought back the brave, sweet, selfless Sam we know and love. The one who only wants to do the right thing, has unlimited love and faith in Dean, is willing to take responsibility of his actions, will give up his life to save the world, and the love for his brother is strong enough to overpower the Devil himself.<sniff> but Gamble got the show for season 6 and what happened? The very first thing, is reward Sam’s courageous act of S5 with coming back soulless. And for a while. at least 5 episodes, all that meant was Sam was Sam minus his good qualities. His compassion, kindness, and love for Dean. Sure, Soulless Sam was sexy and funnier than normal Sam, but for the most part, he was just cold. Again, if you werent a Sam fan up till now, you werent becoming one during this arc. The arc itself, though it seemed to be about Sam, was really about Dean and his reaction to Soulless Sam. What it did to him, how Sam let a vamp turn him, how Dean hated being in the same room with him and very little about how it affected Sam other than for him to say he doesnt care about anything, even about Dean, which made us all hurt for Dean, not Sam.  One of the biggest traits in the WInchester bromance, is that Sam and Dean will go over and above the call of duty for each other, and are self destructively co dependent, and yet the only time in s6 and 7 that Gamble showed this was when Dean went to get Sam’s soul back and died to talk to Death. We see Dean laying his life down for Sam, because he loves him so much, meanwhile.Sam is trying to kill Bobby. Still not winning Sam fans here. Also Sam was trying to kill Bobby to make it impossible to get his soul back, because he was afraid of what would happen to him, which is inconsistant with being soulless, because Soulless Sam (and other soulless people) had no fear, so to me it looks like a plot device  to keep Sam unlikable, it had even been stated by Bobby, that Dean was his favorite, not something a “Sam girl” would put in the mouth of the man Sam loves as a father, is it? Then Sam gets his soul back and with all the talk about how much damage it could do, one would think Sam would be the focus of s6b but he wasnt really, not even in the episode that he got his soul back. We did get an awesome bro hug then, and Im thankful, but the episode turned quickly to a filler/monster hunt, that pushed Sam to the side while Dean went to get that dragon killing sword and do a little physical comedy.  After that, we got a couple hell visions, but no real bromance or happiness that Dean had Sam back, it was just business as usual. We had a lot of comedy though with French Mistake, Fronteir Land, The Heart Will Go On, and Mommy Dearest. Keep in mind we have Dean looking all sexy in his cowboy outfit, and Sam just dresses like Sam with a cowboy hat. Clear signs of a Dean girl Season 6 wraps up with 3 episodes, The Man who Would Be King, that is very Cas heavy even though he’s a side character. He doesnt share this story with Sam or Dean, they just support it. Let it Bleed, which is Dean heavy, Sam isnt in much of it, and Cas is in even less. It’s primarily all Dean, Lisa and Ben, and then The Man Who Knew Too Much, which is actually one of my favorites, Its Sam heavy-ish, even though his hell wall just collapsed, and a fantastic story is unfolding, but he has to share the episode with Cas’s story independent of his own. and of course, Dean has things going on with Bobby. This is not a sign of a Sam girl.

 In the real SPN world, Dean would have stood down with the threat that Sam wouldnt be fixed if he didnt. As we saw him easily give up Anna for Sam, and how he let Lucifer/Sam beat the crap out of him just to keep Sam above ground and give him time to take over. Dean didnt even have a plan to that could help Cas’s problem, but he was willing to let Sam suffer and maybe die, just to stop Cas’s plan that he had no idea if it would fail or not? That’s definitely not “understanding the brothers’ relationship”  Now we move on to S7. The first 2 episodes are pretty heavy for Sam. It looks like he might get a good solid storyline this season. But what does a Sam girl think will help the already painful flood of Hell memories? I know, lets highly imply that Sam was raped by Lucifer!!! YEAH!! This goes great in a show that only gets a pg14 raiting, that emphisizes in love and family. it really NEEDS to have a lead hero raped by the devil for 180 years! How about we also add insult to injury and make Lucifer charming and humorous so the audience will like him! Not like Alistaire that the audience couldnt wait to kill.  I had hoped for the return of the Winchester bromance when Hello Cruel World had some wonderful moments of it. Dean waking Sam for breakfast, and tending to his hand wound, and listening to him about the hallucinations. The scene in the warehouse where Dean showed Sam to press on his wound to keep focus on whats real was one of the best bromantic moments of the series, and then Dean panicking with Sam unconscious in the ambulance. But it was sadly short lived. The next episode is mainly taking place weeks later, Sams issues are touched on for a minute, but he goes out on a hunt by himself, which pisses off Dean who still has a broken leg and cant drive.

 And then Leviathans, and DIck Roman and Samgirl Gamble for some reason thinks it would be such a riot for Sam who has been hallucinating Lucifer and the cage, to get roofied, married, and tied up naked by a stalker fan!! WTF????? And then Bobby dies, and then Sam gets kidnapped by Vetalla for 3 days while Dean was sleeping, and while Sam is bleeding out, Dean is trying to be friends with an annoying teenage girl. and then Dean gets to travel back in time and look smokin hot while he hangs out with Elliot Ness, then Dean fathers a monster daughter, and Sam kills her, and LETS CHASE SAM AROUND WITH CLOWNS!!! Oh wait, is he still having hellucinations? Hmmm I forget, and this is about the time I think Gamble had gotten fired because I have no idea what she was thinking to this point.  Sam’s hallucinations had been put on the back burner so much that I wonder if her intentions were to keep him in that state for a long time. To maybe throw into the mix every now and then, that Sam isnt stable. so he might not be strong enough to handle this thing, or he might not be in his right mind, so Dean will REALLY be the main hero and the most credible of the 2. Because Dean even used Sam’s mental state as a reason why he lied to him about Amy, and Sam just accepted it.  Repoman brought Sam’s hallucinations back to the surface, and i think Carver may have taken over by then because Sam was frantic to find his kidnapped brother, much more than Dean was to find his a few episodes before. Carver had to have been back by The Born Again Identity because Cas came back. I wont say I like the way Sam’s mental health was handled, it was just over by Cas taking on the pain, but at least it got attention and SOME form of closure.  Now Carver isnt without some pretty epic sins, but he definitely wasnt afraid of bromance, and the Winchester co-dependency. I wonder if Gamble gets such support simply because she is a female and women tend to want to support women in business full of men, and I understand that, but Ill still call out the woman if she does a crap job, which I really think she did in this case. She did a better job at taking care of Dean than Sam, and she did nothing to help their relationship. 

#supernatural #gamble critical #my opinion

[unspoken-realities]

Anxiety attacks

April 27, 2020: An email to my counsellor, which seemed like a reasonable response to a nonchalant question: “How are you?”

Honestly things are…… ….idk …..They’re fine, I’m good, taking my meds, getting exercise, exploring Vancouver by bike (I have fallen in love with biking!), finding stuff to keep myself busy. I’m hoping soon to get some art supplies and start drawing/painting again because that’s a good release. I’ve made a list of fun things to do/learn if I’m bored, including baking bread and building myself a bookshelf, which is cool. Although finally in my life I have massive amounts of time to do those things I’ve always wanted, I’m struggling with the feeling that I SHOULD be doing SOMETHING, although I’m not sure what the something is. Generally I just have this sense of unease because I’m not ”being productive”’ or I’m ”wasting time”. But like, fuck that!!! Like I said, I FINALLY have a bunch of time to relax and bike and bake and do art and build and learn languages and songs and stuff and I’m hoping that I can just let myself do that. I’m trying to remind myself that “I have commitments to no one but myself.” My mom wants me to find a job, even though Trudeau is giving students $1250 a MONTH (SOO much money!!!) because of COVID. I don’t really want to find a job because, again, I have ALL this time to relax and dick around, money’s not an issue, and I have aspirations!!! Also, my mom is with-holding my backpacking gear (which I so greatly covet right now), because I accidentally let slip the wild and probably-not-going-to-ever-come-to-fruition idea that I was going to walk to Calgary. So that’s cool.

Okay, here’s where shit gets tough. A couple weeks ago I bought some edibles so that I could just use them recreationally once my exams were done. Last Monday was the first time I took some, and I was high off of my fucking mind. BTW, PLEASE do NOT tell my mother this. She will literally kill me. So anyways, last Monday I was in a parallel dimension for probably 6-10 hours, just absolutely vibing. Um, I love weed. I love getting high. It’s like finally I can tap into Creative, Fun Jill; I see the world so vibrantly and closely and everything becomes interesting and incredible. I love the high. It’s incredible to just waste so many hours in another world and ALL YOU NEED is yourself and your thoughts because, guess what? Your brain (MY BRAIN) is an entirely different universe. It’s crazy. Since last Monday I’ve gotten high like that … 4 times? Monday by myself, Wednesday (+ alcohol because I was done my exams), Friday with my roommate, then yesterday. On Wednesday as the high was ramping up it hit me that I am probably destroying my brain from the inside out. Since Wednesday, I have this same crushing revelation every time the high starts to kick in. Of course when I’m high though, I’m too fucking stoned to move so I tend to forget about the damage. But yesterday was different. I promised myself that this would be a weed-free weekend; I wasn’t going to take any edibles until to today, or maybe even wait longer. Around noon, something inside of me just said ‘fuck it, I need this. I don’t need to be awake and lucid and really living right now, why WOULDNT I get high? What the hell is stopping me? It will be so much fun.” And I listened and I took just a tiny bit more than I have in the past and I was bonked within an hour. I only wanted the high to last 6 hours, like it normally does. Instead, I went to bed still loopy as hell at midnight, 12 hours later. At 1:30 PM I lost my sense of touch. My roommate didnt believe me, but I seriously could not feel anything. Water wasn’t wet, nothing was hot/cold, it was all just the same. At 2 PM I started journalling (I usually do when I’m high to record my thought patterns). At 2:30 I had an anxiety attack. I physically could not feel, and I began to sense that the right side of my face had gone numb. Somehow some rational part of my brain woke up and rang the alarm bells and I said to myself, “holy shit, I think I might be having a stroke.” I was crying and terrified and I still couldn’t feel and I could barely talk and my face felt numb but my roommate assured me that everything was alright. I was hyperventilating, couldn’t breath (when I’m high I have trouble breathing anyway), lying on the floor, when I started to feel like I was seizing (again I wasn’t, it was just the anxiety attack apparently. However I distinctly remember violently shaking/shivering). I felt like I was dying. Every so often I would break through the surface of the high and ask my roommate how long this had lasted, before slipping under again. When I ‘woke up’ out of it around 3:00 I immediately assumed that the edibles I had (supposedly THC) were laced with something, because I felt like I was fucking crazy and dying for over an hour. It wasn’t just a high, it was like layers of high and anxiety and animalistic behaviour, I don’t even know. Brad, my roommate, helped me through it. I’m so fucking lucky to have Brad. His only sister has bipolar disorder (really bad case, apparently), and so thankfully he knew exactly how to get someone off the edge of an anxiety attack. He told me to lay down, open my chest, think about mac and cheese! He asked me what my favourite plant was and I was sobbing as I began to understand how he knew this would work. I was crying for my dad. My favourite plant is moss, specifically the moss forest that my family would go camping nearby. I cried for my dad, and Michael, and my mom and Eric and just everything. I just fucking broke. After the anxiety attack I was still stoned out of my mind for another 6+ hours. Brad got smashed. I took care of him and we laughed together and he said ” I love you” as we were saying goodnight. I think my heart broke, because I finally have confirmation that I’m not just a nuisance in his life, I’m his friend.

I already feel like my brain is rotting, but a part of me just does not care. Better to live a happy short life, than a long boring one.

The worst part is, I want it again Today Even though I know how destroyed I was just 24 hours ago, I want to feel numb and high and light and unbothered and curious and observant yet asleep. Sleeping is my favourite part of my day because I get to dream; with weed, I can dream awake, all day long. I love it.

#cannabis #anxiety #weed #dope #edibles #pot #gettinghigh #addiction #love #confusion #adulthood #grief #stoned

[not-close-to-straight]

Storms (Chapter Eleven)

ADDITIONAL CHAPTERS HERE Enjoy :) ****************** Nobody said anything when Thor officially moved all his things into Tony's room, and nobody said anything about the power outages. Tony did some quick work to the compounds wiring systems, and now the lights only flickered when the thunder rolled, instead of having breakers pop and wires fry. Tony started walking into the kitchen and curling up in Thor's lap to share his breakfast, and Thor kept grabbing Tony at random times and kissing him. Thoroughly. Messily. Regardless of where they were or who they were around. Whispering things in Old Norse that had Tony blushing and stammering and usually dragging Thor back to the bedroom. Sometimes Tony carried Mjolnir just for the hell of it, with Thor usually trailing behind him with awestruck eyes. And nobody said anything about that either. In fact, the first time anyone said anything about anything, it was Steve. And he picked the wrong thing to say. Just a normal day--most of the team was working out in the compounds training room, Clint and Natasha sparring lightly, Sam lifting weights. Wanda was doing her yoga in front of the large mirrors, Vision watching and occasionally talking to her. They had been trying to get back to their previous levels of intimacy, but it hadn't been easy. Bucky and Steve were boxing, bare knuckle of course since they didn't really bruise and weren't really worrying about hurting each other. Everything was going well, relatively speaking, until Thor walked in. “Have any of you seen Anthony?” his booming voice cut through the music and noise and everyone told him no, they hadn't seen him yet, but they would let him know Thor was looking for him. Everyone was polite, everyone smiled, everyone was trying to get along. Everyone except Steve. “Thor.” Steve leaned against the ropes of the ring and motioned for him to come closer. “Yes, Captain Rogers.” Thor slipped into the ring and stood in front of him, arms folded over his chest, looking down at him from his two or three inch height advantage. “What is going on with you and Tony.” Steve wasn't so much asking as he was demanding answers and Thor tried not to smile. “I would think what Anthony and I are doing would be fairly obvious.” he replied blandly. “It seems as if you have a problem with it. Why would that be? Jealousy, perhaps?”

Steve flushed an angry red. “It just seems interesting that you were nowhere to be found when we needed you, but as soon as Tony is here alone you are showing up and--” Steve shrugged a little. “Swooping is as if you are trying to save the day.” “I was nowhere to be found when who needed me?” Thor asked, and rocked forward onto his toes a little, dropping his arms by his side. “Stevie.” Bucky murmured, sensing the change in the air, and he took a small step forward. “Careful.” “When the team needed you.” Steve emphasized. “Someone like you could have easily kept everyone together instead of splitting us right down the middle. It isn’t as if we have been on vacation, things have been difficult this past year, and if you would have been here, part of the team, then we probably could have avoided all of this.” “Myself and the team have still been trying to do the Avengers work without the support of the UN, without new tech behind us, without all the benefits that came from being here. And Tony has been sitting here. Doing what?” Steve sounded angry, and missed the warning flash in Thor's eyes. “Sleeping with you? How long have you and he been here, anyway? Not bringing us home? Not caring about the team that used to be family?” “Goddamit Stevie, for once in your life, learn to shut your mouth.” Bucky hissed and Steve shot him an annoyed look. “Bucky it's fine. These things had to come out eventually. Thor knows that things are tense, and his little affair with Tony isnt making things easier.” He turned his blue eyes back to Thor. “Im just saying that I think you could have resolved this whole mess quickly, and you chose not to. You chose to stay here with Tony instead of trying to get us home, and that sucks.” “I suppose that might be how it looks.” Thor reasoned. “Have you said your piece, then? May I speak now? Perhaps offer a counter-opinion?” “Yes, Thor. By all means.” Steve relaxed, glad the demi-god was willing to talk things through. “Excellent.” Thor said with a short smile. “ Well then--” “Steve!” Bucky was yelling, picking up Steve's shield where it sat against the ropes and flinging it hard, sending it winging through the air just in time for Thor to smash his fist into it. It didn't even slow the demi-god down. Thor simply batted the shield out of the air and took a big step forward, fisting his hands in Steve's shirt and lifting him high above the mat. “Let him go!” Bucky snapped and came at Thor hard, his left hand swinging in a punch that would have taken the head off a normal man. Thor didn't even blink. Just shifted his weight, tightened one hand around Steve's neck, and reached out with his other, catching Bucky's fist without even looking. “That was not smart.” Thor said slowly, and twisted his arm, sending Bucky to his knees in pain as his shoulder rotated in it's socket, the metal creaking as Thor forced it to turn. “Thor.” Steve was turning a little blue, dangling in the air, and Thor dropped him unceremoniously to the mat, calling for Mjolnir in a split second and snatching the hammer from the air as it flew towards him. One final push against Bucky, and the super soldier went flat on the mat in submission, and Thor set Mjolnir down on Bucky's chest to keep him immobile while he knelt over a still gasping Steve. “Breathing alright?” Thor asked mildly, and Steve just stared up at him. Thor smiled, but it wasn't a good one, and set his hand on Steve's chest. “Mjolnir doesn't actually weigh anything.” Thor said conversationally, when Steve sent a panicked look at a struggling Bucky. “It won't cause any damage to the Soldier to lay under her. I, however--” Thor leaned down and Steve groaned as his chest lit up with pain. “I can lift buildings, Steven. I can crush bones without trying. I can call my lightning and destroy you as you lie here helpless.” Steve's eyes were wide, his hands wrapped around Thor's wrist trying to lift his hand from his chest. But Thor wasn't budging. “Do you know why I would never do those things to you? Because I know going into a fight with you, that I would win. With all your enhancements, with your extra strength and speed and that shield you use just as well as a weapon, I would still win. I would always be the victor. Steven, it does not take a man to win a fight he was always going to win.” “Anthony, for all his genius and all his tech, will never physically be the man you are.” Thor continued, and next to him, Bucky went perfectly still, listening closely. “Even in his suit, he is no match for you, Steven, and certainly not a match for you and the Soldier. And yet, you entered into a fight with him anyway. You could have stopped when it was obvious you would beat him, but you didn't. You could have immobilized him and walked away, but you didn't.” Thor increased the pressure on Steve's chest until the blond was panicking, scratching at him and breathing hard as his lungs were constricted. “Instead you smashed your shield into his already compromised chest, and left him for dead in the back end of Russia, trapped in a suit that was disabled, thanks to you and your friend.” “Do you know he has an iron bar holding his sternum together? That he can't walk from one end of the compound to the other without having to stop to catch his breath?” Thor's eyes were flashing again, his voice dropping as he got angrier. “Anthony has nightmares, more nights than not, and he wakes up screaming for you to stop hurting him. He was so afraid to be approached that it took weeks before I could even touch him. He was drinking so heavily that he could not tell from one day to the next if he had been sober at all. And was eating so little he didnt even have the strength to stand.”

Thor sent a look at Bucky, who had stopped struggling and was staring at him, horror and sadness shadowing his eyes.

“He worked non stop drafting letters to anyone who would listen trying to get you and the team home, and then cried in my arms because he knew bringing you home was the best thing to do, but he didnt think he could handle being around you again. And now that you finally are home, you treat him like an intruder in his own compound, treat him as if he has to watch his step around you.”   Thor leaned even closer, pushed even harder and Steve tried to yell, his voice barely audible because he couldn't breathe. “I refuse to engage in a fight with you, because I know I would win. I am a better man than you, and would never put you through what you did to Anthony.” Thunder rolled around the room, then, the lights flickering with the surge of power. “But if you ever open your mouth and accuse him of not caring about this team, if you accuse him of simply waiting here and finding pleasure with me instead of working to clean up you and your teams mess…” Thor made a fist on Steve's chest and rocked his weight into it, his knuckles popping sharply as they dug into Steve's sternum, the serum enhanced bone just seconds from snapping. “I will finish the fight that Anthony was unable to. I will tear you apart and leave you for the dogs.” Thor stood to his feet then, and strode out of the ring, nearly out the door before he threw his hand up and called for Mjolnir, the hammer lifting from Bucky's chest and flying across the room. “The same goes for the rest of you.” Thor growled. “Do not test me. I am Thor Odinson, Prince of Asgard, God of Thunder.  Myself and my love are not to be trifled with.” ******************** “I heard thunder.” Tony was pacing in the kitchen anxiously when Thor appeared. “Is everything alright?” “All is well, Anthony.” Thor set Mjolnir down on the table. “Captain Rogers and I simply had a discussion.” “About?” Tony pressed and Thor smiled, even though his eyes were flashing angrily. “The Captain had his own idea of what you have been doing this last year, as well as his own opinions about it. I simply...rectified his inaccurate view.” “And?” “And told him I would feed him to the dogs if he challenged me.” Thor finished, his voice rising. “You will not be disrespected, Anthony. Not by anyone, and certainly not by a man who left you to die.” Thor clenched his fist, breathing hard. “He had the gall to say if I would have been on earth, things would have gone differently for the team. I assured him  they would have in fact gone differently. I would have simply called my lightning and ended it all and then taken you away to--” “I love you.” Tony interrupted, and Thor blinked at him in surprise. “Anthony--” “I don't care if it's too soon to say it.” Tony's eyes were full, tears spilling down his face. “Not once have I ever felt that someone would stay when they promised to, or defend me when they promised to… and you have been everything, everything,  to me for months now. And I love you.” he swallowed a little and held his hand out. “Do you love me too?” “Thu er frithir mi.” Thor reached for him and pulled him close, whispering into his hair. “You are my love, Anthony. Elskan min, beloved. Of course I love you.” “Take me to bed then.” Tony said then wiping his tears. “I'll bring Mjolnir.” he reached out and picked up the hammer and Thor laughed, swinging him easily into his arms. “Come then, perfect worthy one.” Thor kissed him gently. “Let us make a storm together.”  

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#thunderiron #post cacw #tony stark #thor odinson #hurt comfort #thor vs steve

[caepaecaesurae]

> SD: Get some tail

CC: Caesurae was visibly unsettled and a little skittish when he kissed his moirail goodbye and explained where he was going. He mentioned that Psii extended his regards, on tumblr -- but he has someone online in need of healing to visit. He'd be back soonish.

SD: Kankri gave him a kiss back. He was certain this was alright? He seems a bit skittish (soft moirail worry) In the meantime Madrus was warning Mindfang he was about to have a very peculiar visitor, and got the pad turned on in his cabin , waiting for the arrival of Caesurae. He was wearing nice loose pants, tucked into expensive boots that made his feet look normal, a self indulgent fancy shirt (although the fabric was a corser choice than the high style called for) and waist coat made of good sail canvas and dyed purple completed it. The most expensive thing about his outfit was the boots, despite attempts at looking presentable. The dye probably cost him a nice penny though. Purple was notoriously hard to get on a budget.

CC: Caesure tried to reassure Kankri, but couldn't find much terribly concrete to say about it. He'd be alright, and back soon. The friend he's visiting is fine. He went into a back room, tried to settle his nerves for a bit, then put down a temporary transport pad to teleport away with. He matched his icon fairly well -- a ten sweep old, already eight and a half feet tall somehow. Some sort of black bodysuit, a white T-shirt, blue jeans, black boots, and a shockingly violet hooded cloak that was the most austentatious thing on him. The boots were a close second. It took him only a moment to reflexively catalog the room around them before turning his eyes to his alternate -- and smiling despite himself. They were a product of different eras and worlds, but the similarities managed to surprise him a little. It was only a moment or two before he offered a hand, fins adjusting. "--Orphaner," he greeted.

SD: They stood at the same height, and that was interesting in of itself, fins perked and flared a bit with interest as he took him in. The cloak didnt at all match the teeshirt nor did the boots, although the pants were forgivable. The youthfulness really struck him. The cabin was about what you would expect, a bed that was the best feature of it, a couch, a few electronics and a wardrobe, not many nick nacks that couldnt be bolted down or stored away for rough seas. There was the painting he'd been sharing the other night above his couch, secured well to the wall. The title of his station brought a grin to his face. "Caesurae, wasn't it, babe?"

CC: "Aye, that. A pleasure, I think." ..He hadn't been this close to an Alternian sea in a while. The waves felt somehow different with something lurking beneath -- or was it his imagination? He put it out of his mind.

SD: It probably wasn't his imagination in this case since the water had an Area Effect to it. "I find it a pleasure at least, welcome ta th' Stormrider." He offered him a hand.

CC: Cae would shake it, glad for the welcome. "I'm sure she's lovwely," he said honestly, consiering his alternate's face before turning his head slightly to consider the painting again, and its curl of a tail. "...I'm a little surprised, you look more familiar in the flesh than in the painting."

SD: He quirked an eyebrow and glanced up at the painting and back. "..Well I'm wearin a bit more, in life." He lifted both eyebrows. "Or do y'mean th' boots?"

CC: "..It is the clothes," he admitted. "--Not howv you mean, though. I think wve both prioritise the boots." Caesurae glanced back. "..despite not sharing a number of the reasons."

CC: "..the only vwiolet on either of us is our outerwvear."

CC: Aside from patches of Cae's hair and his eyebrows.

SD: "Th' boots make people over look my feet- and they make me taller." He grinned with a wink. "- your wardobe looks ah, a bit mismatched I've got ta say, doll."

CC: His mouth opened and hesitated that way for a moment, teeth briefly showing, before his fins colored and he shrugged with a sheepish grin. "..I'm a bit mismatched myself. ..Sorry, chief, I should'vwe changed into something more focused."

CC: After a moment, he rubbed the back of his neck with a sheepish grin. "..Being on the younger side's in vwogue back hivwe, and there's a fewv bits of my old life I havwen't left behind yet."

SD: "..that sounds like a bit of a tale, babe, you dont look a night over .. what is it ten? A little over?" He shook his head. "I don't mind th' look its just a bit jarrin. He turned to walk over to the couch and settle down so he could get the boots off. "- I'm guessin y' need ta see whats left to do your thing?"

CC: "..It's a tale and a half, and more than a bit of a headache for most." He followed a pace or two, but stayed politely out of arm's reach, finding a nice patch of wall to lean against as he watched. ".. It wvouldn't hurt, aye." He let his gaze stray back to the painting, pointedly focusing on the tail. That was how it Should be. It obviously wasn't, yet, but...would it be, in a minute or two? ..He absorbed every detail, considering where the bones and muscles would lay underneath the skin.

CC: "...WVouldn't wvant to accidentally split your pants, either,"

SD: "I'm gonna have ta get them altered." He sounded excited, thrilled even. "I've a kilt till then, darlin." Oof boots off. He wiggled his toes, unscrunching them a bit before he wiggled out of his pants. It didnt take a minute before he was on his feet again, the way he stood was visibly different, when he didnt have the boots on, with a bend at the knee to shift his center of balance. He turned so Caesurae could see the scarred stump, scooting his shirt up in the back for it.

CC: Caesurae let his peripheral vision slide across it for a moment -- but as his eyes focused on where the tail Should Be, he knew what he already Firmly Expected. Let there be tail, exactly like in the painting.

SD: That. Was probably the oddest sensation he'd come across. And he worshipped a horror terror, one moment there was nothing and the next- his mind mapped out the feeling of a tail that had been gone for hundreds of sweeps. He made a startled sound and looked back over his shoulder to stare at the short thing that swished with interest. He visibly rebalanced himself, fins spread wide, startled, interested, he was still forming the thrilled part of his response out of sheer surprise.

CC: Caesurae watched it swish, his fins raising and spreading a bit, head tilting with a smile.

CC: "..Sorry it's a bit...Sudden. Others are better at being graceful about it."

SD: "- I'm not complainin'" He flicked it and got a feel for how it connected to him- had the magic fixed the nerve damage from the initial amputation because he didnt know it was there? "Bloody hell"

CC: Sure had. It was a tail, and there wouldn't even be a scar. The painting didn't have a scar.

CC: Undamaged and whole. And a little short, but all his.

CC: "Good luck managing all your chairs, chief."

SD: "They used ta be made for this. I remember back that far." he wiggled it a little more just sort of watching it. This was attached to him, that was amazing.

SD: "Only coolbloods have tails, th' warm grew out of it a long damned time ago."

CC: "..I think it wvas evwen longwer, wvhere I'm from, if wve had them at all. Herself wvas impressivwely picky about her modernization programs."

SD: Time to stop stairing at his own but and take a few tenative steps, compensating for the thing moving around and throwing him off. He made his way over to the wardrobe to pull on a kilt. "..Would y' like a bottle've wine? I stole some just th' other night."

CC: "I nevwer mind if you're offering -- I'll wvander off wvhenevwer you'd like me to though, as wvell."

SD: He shook his head, wrapping the garment around his waist and bothering with its fastenings. " I'd be rude as shit, babe, an you just did for me somethin I could never do for m'self."

CC: ..He probably ought to stop watching his alternate get dressed somewhere around now. It took a few more seconds before he Finally shook his head, and let his chin drop. "...It's nice to do some good nowv and again. "

SD: "D'ya not do good often" He took a bottle out and peered at the label for a moment before offering it to the other sea dweller. "Not as good as when we were in charge of th' vinyards, its a short ferment but decent enough."

CC: Caesurae accepted it, glancing back with a dim smile. "..There's not alwvays opportunities." ..man, actual wine, that was an interesting thought. "..WVhere I'm from, wve're populating anewv after an...incident, so there's precious little aged anything just yet. WVe could sit and share a fewv glasses if you like."

SD: "There always seems ta be opertunity ta me if y'look." He raised his eyebrow at the offer and settled onto the couch, one of his legs was curled up under him to make the tail placement easier. He fished in his sylladex for a couple of coffee cups. Very fancy.

CC: Caesurae finally sat down, gently uncorking the wine and giving it a bit. "..There's alwvays wvrongs to be righted. The issue is finding wvrongs that are one's business, or wvhere one is wvelcome."

CC: "..And capable, to be honest."

SD: "An how might they not be your business, I'm curious?" He offered one of his coffee cups to the other troll.

CC: "..Evwer knowvn a troll to refuse help, particularly material help, out of some sense of ... ..." The word was hard to find. "..Not alwvays pride exactly, but..." He accepted the cup, with a vague gesture.

SD: "Theres fear too, of th' implied debt due." He mused "There are usually ways other than showerin people with things. Have y' tried somethin where they feel like they've earned it? y' can name anythin you want- a couple hours labor here and there, a sale of somethin. As long as they've got somethin concrete they can look at and know they've paid the debt with and its not hangin over their heads."

SD: "Even now I'm sittin here wonderin how I can ever repay y' for fixin my tail up."

CC: "..Aye, that's fair. I'll try to remember." He looked a little sheepish at the mention of Madrus's potential debt, fins settling back gently. "..I wvouldn't particularly wvish being less than wvhole on anyone. One of the oddities of all the magic out there is there's things like this, wvhere an act that means the wvorld to one troll can be a fewv minutes out of an evwening for another."

CC: "..WVould it be unsatisfying to call it square? ..Or name a pittance?"

SD: "Its th' same with anyone whos got a unique talent, you're payin for their ability ta do it, not how hard it is or how long it takes, only if its a skill few posess." He shook his head. "I've got th' money but I dont know how much good our money here'll do ya. Or forged documents? I could figure up how much rigger woulda wanted if I got a cybernetic prosthetic for it"

CC: Caesurae considered Madrus for a few seconds, before smiling wryly.

CC: "...Dairy's remarkably rare back hivwe. Infrastructure and all. Might be fairly easy to pay me in butter and icecream if you happen to find any good sources here or there."

CC: "Spices, too."

CC: "I could try to look up howv rare, if wve're considering exchange rates and all."

SD: He set his elbow against the back of his couch and his chin in his hand looking at him. "..Shit babe if all you want is a shopping trip to a grocery store we can do that."

CC: He shrugged his shoulders, swirling the bottle gently, and considering the scents coming out of it for a moment. ..No, he'll pour it soon, but not yet. After a few moments thought, he listed the usual prices for a few staple goods, like bread, or a shirt like the one he wears. ..and then listed the best approximate price he could come up with for milk, cheese, and butter.

CC: It wasn't in caegars, but numbers were still numbers.

CC: "..If you're fond of barter, that's a fine wvay to bribe me and 'Darkwving'. Livwing plants wvith medicinal properties as wvell, perhaps."

SD: "Medical properties or 'Medical' properties, babe." Eyebrows went up, and he grinned. It was .. interesting, surprisingly startling to watch someone who looked so much like him putting on dusty airs "..th' price of your milk things is astonishin."

CC: A wry smile. "I'm sure he'd only be interested in the medical properties, but the 'Medical'," gentle eyeroll, "--wvould be popular wvith my auspistice in our church, I'm sure."

CC: ..he let his gaze drop and shook his head, finally pouring a glass of wine for each of them. "..The troll wvho put together our infrastructure has.. Opinions, and decided that herding is animal slavwery, and that he wvouldn't be participating. ...I'm awvare of twvo herds in the capital region, numbering about [number] goats and [number] sheep."

CC: "...And that is the sum of our dairy production."

SD: "..Animal. Slavery." He tried to decide how he felt about this, he needed a drink and eyed that bottle, but he waits for that. "..a'ight so animal slavery. .. That aint enough milk for a whole city atall, I can see where you'd be hard up ta get some."

CC: "It -- He's." Caesurae sighed and rubbed his face, finishing the pour and setting the bottle down for a moment. "...He is also the reason all meat is wvild-caught."

SD: -Wine! He sips at it in his coffee cup like a gentleman.

SD: "I guess thats good excersize for some folk at least."

CC: He sipped his too, shaking his head. "..Aye, wvell. Hivwe is an advwenture."

SD: "I can definitely take y' ta get some groceries in some bulk ta take back hive." He mused. "..so thats no domestic animals at all for th' most part?"

CC: "Aye. None at all. I'vwe already gotten my auspistice some chickens, and there's a fewv in the palace courtyard."

CC: He shook his head. "...It's -- wve'vwe had the chance to start ovwer entirely fresh, and it's .. a bit on the extreme side, I suppose."

SD: "Why'd y' let th' one guy do all've that?" He was curious.

CC: ".. There wvere less than thirty of us, and he didn't ask permission. From wvhat I can piece together, he just.. did it, so there wvould be something wvaiting for us wvhen the rest arrivwed."

SD: "..Better'n no one doin it. Even if y' dont have half th' things trolls are suposed ta eat" He sipped his wine.

CC: Caesurae shrugged, nodding and leaning back. "..Aye, wvell. No one complains to him. WVe just try to wvork around it."

CC: "The hunting, butchering, and tanning industries are booming at least."

SD: "Good for th' economy, that." Finperk "Hows th' fishin?"

CC: A soft grin. "Fantastic. I could probably nose around for suppliers if you evwer care to start trading dairy for fish."

SD: "I personally dont mind eatin our fish but some of th' others aint real keen on random tentacles and eyes."

CC: He shrugged his shoulders. "..Different tastes for all. Some fear the deep."

SD: "Might be able ta set somethin up with th' fishin in th' name of th' free ports." He mused. " ..for th' lads and lasses who dont want ta end up like me."

CC: "Aye, that. Or forge the existance of a fishery and sell to the needlessly rich before the rebellion kicks off."

SD: "They get theirs from farm fisheries inland." he grimaced. "fresh water shite."

CC: He tisked softly. "..I suppose fresh and sea wvould be a difference, wvouldn't it. ..Pardon, nevwermind it." Another sip.

SD: "They wont admit theres somethin wrong with th' water, but their cities shrink further and further inland, and th' high wont eat th' fish." He shook his head.

SD: "Nothin ta apologize for, its a good suggestion, just impracticle"

CC: "...Aye, that. Pardon, by the by, for not thinking of the issue of payment. I think I'm beginning to forget certain niceties."

SD: He shook his head. ".. I can see where it wouldnt be s'big a thing, for a god."

CC: Caesurae balked visibly, cup partway to his lips.

CC: ".. Not, ..my preferred term," he managed after a moment.

SD: He gestured vaguely with his mug. "Twoblade isn't too shy with it, babe."

CC: Caesurae grimaced, and rubbed his face. "..For vwarious reasons, I prefer to be vwague and call it a metaphor around church or their associates, more often than not."

CC: "..But ..Yes, that is one wvord for it."

SD: He sipped his wine. "My goddess is not threatened by you."

CC: "Those wvith less talkativwe divwinities occasionally feel otherwvise."

SD: "..its strange, an I dont pretend ta understand all th' talk of universes and dying more than once and godhood, but if she isn't threatened I'm not fussed."

CC: Caesurae grimaced and rubbed his face. "...I .. ..Thank you. Sorry. ..I don't mind answvering questions, if there are any."

CC: He glanced towards a porthole. "..I'vwe missed her, I admit."

SD: "She'll bind y' ta th' sea, mate, if y' let her." It was as much warning as it was a h igh point. "..I'm what they warn wrigglers about." he gestured vaguely at the black swirls on his face. "T'nights a good night, though."

CC: He took both sides of the warning in good faith, looking wistfully out to sea. "...Aye. Aye, that."

CC: "..You knowv, I spent centuries in servwice to her, but it took ages to see it as religious. It felt more like duty."

SD: "It was always r'ligious, for us, and I was just initiated not long before th' revolution." He sighed and took a drink, not sipping at it this time.

CC: "..I founded the practice, back hivwe. Fewv hundred swveeps before the Signless." Sip.

SD: He raised his eyebrows at him. ".. How old are you, mate?"

CC: ..Sheepish neck rub. "..wvhich life? ..Or altogether?"

SD: He shook his head clicking his tongue and took another drink of wine- and then peered down into his cup. hm. that went fast. "all t'gether I s'pose, babe. I'm round about four hundred thirty five."

CC: ..Caesurae went to refill both their cups. His hadn't lowered much, he apparently didn't drink fast, but he still enjoyed the wine. "..The math's alwvays a bit tricky. If wve're counting only time spent alivwe, you'd havwe .." He had to think. "..maybe a decade on me."

CC: "If.. ..Other, times count, I'd be significantly older."

SD: "-Other times? Time when you weren't livin?" Curious fins perked.

SD: He gave him a grateful smile and sipped a little. He probably went through that too fast.

CC: Caesurae nodded sheepishly, rubbed his cheek with his knuckles, then let the hand drop with a sigh and started counting on his fingers. "..The first time around, I didn't evwen make it to ten. Some magical--things, happened, wve failed a test, and wvere givwen the chance to hatch again so our evwentual descendants wvould be givwen a chance to try the same test. WVe took it. So wve hatched wvithout any memory of the first life, and that lasted a good four hundred and..sevwen I think, swveeps, for me .." He trailed off.

CC: A shrug, after a moment, taking a longer drink and then shaking hi shead. "--I died. I had to wvait it out as a spirit of sorts until the vwast glub."

CC: "...Maybe a dozen centuries there. I don't knowv, there wvas no wvay to track."

CC: "..Our descendants managed it, wvith a bit of help, and the participation awvard for my generation wvas life and youth."

CC: "..Another swveep or four since then."

SD: He considered him, blinking, watching his body language and his fins as he told his tale. "..bad luck there mate. I hear dyin hurts a bit." That was perhaps the least helpful and eloquent response possible to what he was being told. After a while the things these people were telling him just became one more absurdity on the next, and if his tail werent flicking behind him he wouldn't have given them a moment's credance.

CC: Caesurae rubbed his face, then reached into his sleeves to adjust something near the wrists. "..Aye, it can."

CC: "..Life is wvorth livwing. Best evweryone does as much of that as they can manage."

SD: "Planned on it" He grinned at him- though he didnt miss the motion at the wrists, and he might be caught watching his hands off and on trying to get a glimpse of what he'd been messing around with. " Bein th' change I want ta see an all. Th' freeports are some of th' largest cities left on this mudball, y'know."

CC: "And I'd wvager you had something to do wvith them?" Interested eyebrows and a trace of a smile, as he took a sip. ..There were some killer scars on his wrist, just barely hidden by the edge of the black sleeve. ..was there something like a metal cuff under there too? Plain black metal, it very nearly matched the bodysuit...

SD: The sharks grin widened and he filed aside the information, be careful around the wrists, dont talk about wrist injuries. "I founded them. I'm th' pirate king of Alternia, darlin'. "

CC: "--Hah!" Caesurae sounded delighted. "--Nadaya's built himself a fleet, but I'vwe a bit of a wveakness for more.. established, sorts of places, myself. I'm glad you'vwe made places for people free from all that nonsense, chief."

SD: "Nadaya doesnt think ocean vessel's're proper ships neither" he snorted. " Hes a real nice character though, enthusiastic. A whole fleet though? Of space ships I'd wager? - People needed a place ta go, and I sure wasnt gonna stop banditin' off with them in th' day."

CC: "--Aye, that. He tends to introduce his rescues to the wvonders of piracy or find them places to filter out to."

CC: "I nevwer actually made it into space myself, my duties alwvays kept me on planet."

SD: "Nothin wrong with turnin ta piracy" he put a hand over his heart. "I did it m'self and look how I turned out." A fin flicked. "..I was trainin, for it. I know enough ta know my way around one of th' old wrecks if I got my hands on one, but I never went up."

CC: The smile was dimmer, but he sipped his drink and listened attentively. "..I'vwe drivwen small craft once or twvice, but nothing more than joyrides short distances."

CC: "...Don't think I left the atmosphere properly."

SD: "..Not even ta visit your kismesis?" Eyebrows.

CC: ..His cheeks heated visibly, and he rolled his eyes gently. "--Does it count if it's vwia a transport pad?"

CC: "WVe could'vwe been a mile underground and I'd nevwer knowv the difference."

SD: "I think it does count." he sipped wine. "..You should ask him ta let y' pilot a little ship just ta do it, maybe show it t'ya."

CC: He tisked softly, but rubbed the back of his neck and nodded after a moment. "..I suppose I'vwe nevwer been on a significant space vwoyage, then. I'vwe passed through spaceships wvhile they happened to be in flight, but I'vwe nevwer been to the bridge wvithout ah-- --ulterior motivwes."

CC: "..That does sound like a treat, though," he murmered thoughtfully. "..I might just."

SD: "..Ulterior motives is it?" His eyebrows were going to waggle off of his face at this rate, fins say hes in an extremely good mood right now. " Bet he'd love ta show off for y'"

CC: The grin was entirely unrepentant. "Sometimes a man just needs to wvander around his kismesis' ship, looking like his twvin wvith an inexplicable fondness for hooker boots."

CC: "You knowv, I think he wvould. Quick maneuvwering in a good craft is a wvonder and a delight."

SD: He covered his mouth with a cough that turned into outright laughter. "You're an evil thing, thats beautiful, luv." He wiggled the toes of his free foot. "Would that I could spend money on shoes just as I please."

CC: A wink and a grin. He finished his mug, and started to pour another -- offering to do the same for his alternate. The bottle was probably getting low by now. "I havwe to admit some curiosity about howv the ones you'vwe got there are built, and I'vwe been acquiring a fondness for creating things wvhole-cloth."

CC: "..I'm... I admit I'm spoiled rotten," he admitted sheepishly. "..but I don't mind sharing, wvith those wvho let me."

SD: He leaned down and scooped one of the boots up off the floor and set up up where Cae could get a look at it. "Th' only thing I spend real money on except for th' ship ta be honest. "..cant even imagine just havin whatever y'want whenever, doesnt that take some of th' fun out've it?"

CC: Caesurae accepted it, peeking inside and exploring the textures of the outer bit, and the weight of it, with his fingers. He was interested, but the smile was a little sad. "..Aye, more than a little. I could be vwice incarnate, but it's all ruined. .. unless I share wvith others, in wvays small enough not to ruin things for them too."

CC: The smile turned sheepish. "..I'm more interested in people these nights, than anything else."

SD: It was a very good boot, nice leather, lined, cusioning in all the right places- parts of it didnt line up with the outside because it was made to give the illusion of a plantigrade foot. "Can't make people can ya?" He grinned at him. "Well, not that way anyhow."

CC: "No, not that I knowv of -- and I'd rather nevwer find out if I could."

CC: ".. The old fashioned wvay's much more fun."

SD: "I suggest practicin it often." He laughed. " - an that is why theres a imbalance where th' cool bloods are havin high hatch rates, an have been for sweeps."

CC: A wry smile. "...I'd help if I could, but I suspect crossing the streams biologically wvould be an advwenture."

SD: "Could be fun, mate, y'never know, th' worst that would happen is nothin, isnt it?" He laughed, taking a drink from his mug.

CC: "Or a broad vwariety of brand newv mutations, sure."

SD: He snorted softly. "Like what, babe?"

CC: Caesurae considered him for a few moments, then yawned long and slow.

CC: All of the Lots Teeth.

SD: He leaned forward, his fins perked and spread. "- Tha's beautiful, its damned near been bred completely out" He admired.

CC: His fins spread and shifted forwards a bit, his head tilting. "--It has a place here at all?"

CC: "..Me and Eridan are unique, back hivwe."

SD: "Its part've th' old look - like th' tails, th' biolum, th' feet- more frills than I've got, I'm .. more modern than not sadly. It was a sign of pure leniage for sea dwellers once- s'pose it still is but its got different connotations now. "

CC: Caesurae chuffed, his head tilting slightly. "..I'vwe a bit of bioluminescence, and a different gill setup from this univwerse from wvhat I'vwe heard. Nictating lids."

SD: "- Now thats different an might mess somethin up" He seemed dissapointed.

CC: Caesurae shrugged a shoulder. "Gods only knowv wvhat there is that doesn't showv. It'd take setting some vwery patient jades on the matter to clear outside vwisitors."

CC: "For actual contributions at least."

SD: "Organs are so damned touchy." He sighed. "- but heres ta practicin ey?" he toasted him with his cheap mug.

CC: A wry smile and a toast. "To good wvorking order."

SD: "Aye mate!" He didnt even know what he meant but it didnt matter. He would drink to practically anything.

CC: He downed the last of hsi glass, and shook his head with a smile. Time to gently set the mug down.

CC: "..I should probably head hivwe sooner or later. It's been a treat meeting you more directly, though."

SD: "Let me know when y' want ta arrange some groceries, luv- it was nice meetin you too." OOp gotta set the wine down and offer him a hand.

CC: A firm clasp and a small smile. "Aye, I wvill. Maybe somenight wvhen things are calm."

SD: He grinned and held the hand for a minute in an equal grip. "I'll be turnin th' pad off once you're away, dont like t' leave th' thing on."

CC: He nodded. "Good idea. The place I'm going has a passwvord system, and it's set to expire shortly."

SD: "Ha. Good idea, its a shame I've no idea how ta mess with th' programmin"

CC: "Mechanically minded trolls are useful, wvhere they choose to put their attention."

CC: He retrieved his hand, gently set the boot down, and picked up the bottle. It wasn't bad, for what it was. One last small smile, and he'd head to the pad.

SD: He scooted the boot over with its mate and finished his wine in one go, uncurling from the seat to stand- because he felt he should stand when someone was leaving. "Good evenin' luv, enjoy th' wine"

CC: "I'll be sure to. Good luck wvith the tailoring."

CC: beep beep boop beep. He let his hand poise over the enter button long enough to give a wink, and ..off he goes.

CC: One divine alternate has left the building.

SD: Time to go show Mindfang a surprise under his skirt.

CC: She was pleased for him, and going to play with it.

CC: Probably mystified, depending on how specific her warnings had been.

SD: He did not warn her well he thought this was hilarious and played it off as innuendo until she was actually under his skirt, explinations came when she actually asked how the fuck.

CC: "--what the ACTUAL FUCK, sweetie?"

SD: He laughed untill he couldnt breath

#ooc eyes only #sovereigndeviancy #Cae heals a tailstub into a tail #Amporas drink some wine #Brief godhood mentions #Friendly times

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Handsome Moxi

Handsome Jack: Handsome Jack was pissed off and had a screamng new siren to deal with. He wasnt as 'nice' to her as he was to his daughter. She lived in a safe palace. She lived in a cyclinder. Handsome Jack was done being nice and having fun. He kind of enjoed the vault hunters running around doing pointless missions and trying to get him down. Handsome Jack found amusement in it. Surely, everyone would move on, but then Roland and his dumb ass troops and his dumb ass city couldnt leave it alone. So what if he controlle a monster. It wasnt to kill everyone, probably. It was to find vaults, and more vaults. To make a better pandora. Fucking judge him, no one was good here.   If they could control the monster they would. For fun, jack put lilth in a electrotic vase type prision, she touch the wall it would hurt like hell. Fuck all. Fuck her. She was the whole reason he had to wear a mask anyway. He did mourn his little girl. Even if she did hate him. He held her in his chair and just looked over her dead bodie for hours. Telling her he was sorry and he would defend her like the hero he is.

Moxxi: Moxxi figured there was something incredibly naive about her expecting everything to just turn out okay.  She'd always played both sides of the field, and there had always been collateral damage, but it had never been anyone Moxxi was close too.  She was close to the superstars, the big time hitters, and they never died.  Not really.  And Moxxi always imagined a world were she could do that for the rest of her life.  Play both sides and win.  But now she was standing outside, ignoring the drops of rain piddling down onto her umbrella while they buried Roland into Sanctuary's dirt.  That coupled with Jack's screams of vengance, and the last sad sweet ECHO she'd gotten from Angel (I want this, I want to be free, stop him) made it very clear to her that there was no picking a middle ground anymore.  One side or the other was going to be obliterated, and there was nothing Moxxi could do to stop it.  Things had gone to far, and it wasn't fun anymore.  This wasn't random bandits or psychos, or people that wouldn't be missed.  Not anymore.  Moxxi carefully dabbed a few tears away before it started to fuck up her makeup.

Handsome Jack: Handsome Jack had to bury her alone. After two days of her dead body just laying across a chair. He decided it was time. He put her in a casket and buried her the wall of one helios. He couldnt put her in the ground. She was better than that. He put her name on the stone wall piece. She may have hated him, but he didnt hate her. He loved her, that's why his password was I love you.   He felt so angry after he ran his hand over her name. He went on his echo and yelled at any bandit who wanted to kill the child killer to leave that for himHe wanted that for himself. He looked at his echo for moxxi, she probably hated him too. He knew in the end, she'd pick their side. He picked up his echo and called the sheriif who said she would be right over

Moxxi: Moxxi never anticipated her bar turning into the place for a wake, but that seemed to be what happened afterward.  The newbies were running around still carrying on the good fight or however they wanted to characterize it, but everyone else was here, sidled up to her bar and Moxxi just poored the drinks and refused the cash, for once, and looked at the dark sea of people in their finiest black.  As fine as it could be, anyway.  Scooter looked uncomfortable, and Moxxi reached over to touch his hand lightly.  "Scooter, you can go back to the garage, honey," she murmured, and he seemed relieved to get away from it and back to a place he understood.  Moxxi wanted to ask everyone what actually happened, but then she wasn't sure she wanted to know.  Many people could take her as someone who didn't love anyone, but the truth was she loved everyone, in her way.  She could very easily imagine what Jack was feeling right now, because she'd know how she'd feel if someone even touched her children, but then she'd replay Angel's voice in her head and feel caught in the middle again.  She wanted to call him, but she didn't know what she could say.  Or if he'd even want to hear from her.  Eventualy, much later, she sent him a small message with just a few words.  "I'm sorry, Jack."

Handsome Jack: Handome Jack sat in his bed, the sheriff naked beside him asleep. Even sex didnt cure anything. He just wish shed leave now and he could go back to making the bandits lives misrable. He was shocked to see Moxxi message and sat up. He slipped out of bed and went to the next room "For which part? My little girl being murdered or that no ones killed me yet for killing a grown man who was weak ?"

Moxxi: Moxxi felt her lips purse into a careful frown when she did get a reply from Jack and Moxxi made sure her door was locked up tight before sitting down to really reply.  "I think you're an evil bastard Jack, but I don't want you to die," she said carefully.  "I am sorry your little girl died, but I spoke to her-" Moxxi said and then stopped, swallowing hard.  "You can go blaming everyone else, but part if the blame is on you, and you know that."  Moxxi didn't want this to turn into what it was turning into and sighed.  "I'm sorry about Angel.  That's what I'm sorry about."

Handsome Jack: "HA!" He said when she started to scroll him. "Thanks mother." He rolled his eyes and sat back. "She was like Ellie. She thoughtYOU guys were her best friends forever. She was like thi as a kid, always mad at me for killing her mother or for not letting her play with other kids. You have NO idea what she did to other kids. " He told Moxxi. "So maybe rewind that judgement, I dont see Ellie wanting to be anywhere near you " He bit back. "I had to bury her by myself.. whiel none of you cared."

Moxxi: "Ellie might hate me but I didn't keep her locked up in a cage and make her a junkie on that eridum like you did," Moxxi replied her voice breaking just a little bit.  "Jack, you don't want any of us to care.   If any of us showed our face and tried to help you, you'd just kill us."  Moxxi wiped her eyes again.  "Well, that's all I wanted to say. I do care about you Jack.  And her.  More than you know."

Handsome Jack: Handsome Jack wasnt sure what her definitiion of caring was. She didnt care. No one did. No one ever did. It was lonely road being the hero. "Dont. Just dont." He said. He heard someone run into moxxi room and yell. "WE GOT A HANDSOME JACK PINATA! we all think you should hit it first, because you are hot and because mordecai said you two did it, and then he got drunk and now is passed out." He said. Handsome jack rolled his eyes. "A pinata?" He said. The man paused at the door. "Whoa moxi, you sounded just like him!"

Moxxi: Moxxi was damn sure she'd locked the door, she'd made doubly sure and she was so annoyed that someone had managed to burst in without her asking she lifted a pistol and shot him in the chest.  "Does no one resepct a woman's privacy!" she cried, and kicked his bleeding body out of the door, slamming it and locking it again.  "Fine.  Goodbye Jack," Moxxi said and cut off the communication.

Handsome Jack: Handsome Jack heard a shot and lifted a brow. He sighed and rubbed his head. "Bye Moxxi. " He sighed. He tossed his echo at his feet. He felt the sheriff arms wrap around his neck and he held her hands. "You ... want to do this? Married thing?" he asked. She laughed out loud. "Seriously?" He sighed "Yeah.. maybe not... " He stood up. He went to the window and looked out it. "I should go." She said. "Call me later?"

Moxxi: Moxxi wanted someone to ask her if she was okay, but doing that she'd have to admit to some things that she didn't want to admit to.  And admit how deeply fucked up everything was.  Moxxi was used to that, but not when it pertained to her.  Not like this.  She felt like she was trapped.  She was indebted to these people, not just because they made a safe place for her and always looked the other way when she played for the other team when it behooved her, but they protected Scooter and gave him a place and a status that he'd never have anywhere else.  Not back where he'd grown up at least.  They could give it to Ellie too, if she'd just want it...  Moxxi sighed and closed her eyes, feeling a few more tears linger on her eyelashes. But she still loved Jack.  No matter what. That was the worst part.  He could do anything up to kill everyone she knew and make her watch and she'd still probably love him.  That scared he rmost of all.

Handsome Jack: Handsome Jack didnt go down to angel's place. He kept lilth there, the bitch had got them vault hunters safely somewhere. So they were probably plotting his death He saw Rolands death as an eye for an eye. Handsome jack warned them so many fucking times to leave things alone. He did that. They didnt warn him about anything, and angel. She believed in them. She was brained washed into thinking THEY were the good guys. He sat in his office and played around with his echo watching for moxxi to call, but she didnt. He mumbled to himself and turned on her echo "Hey balloon tits... you ever want toget out of there an race cars around in circles until you black out. I got a place to go for that."

Moxxi: Moxxi slept a little bit, but not much.  The whole town seemed to have a dark cloud over it, though people were working hard to pretend like there wasn't.  It was depressing and Moxxi went down to the bar and served drinks and flirted and danced around, while not really feeling it deep down like she used to.  It seemed that false cheer was even coming from Jack too, when he decided to call in with his idea of a pet name. "Is that really what you want to do right now, sugar?  Race some damn cars?  Because I don't.  And I don't think that's what you really want either."

Handsome Jack: "What's wrong with racing cars? " He rolled his eyes. "Fine, to be honest. I want to tit fuck my pain away. I doubt that's what you want to do, with all those girl feeling you have going on right now." He said. "Tell you what, toots. You let me tit fuck you and I will take some of the pain off lilth, maybe, probably. fun fact. This is how she sounds to me. Please get these restrains off me so I can kick you ass you son of a bitch." He mocked. "Some people you know? "

Moxxi: Moxxi scoffed and felt her fists clench up just a little bit.  "When have I ever had girl feelings, Jack? I think you're projecting."  She sighed.  "You can fuck my tits all you want, but you better get me off too, because I'm not doing it out of charity." She felt herself stiffen when he started mentioning Lilth, and swallowed.  "I know stunning how people reject being caged up like an animal.  Where do you want to meet."

Handsome Jack: "Common, that's fun. I'd like to cage you." He teased. He was trying to feel normal, wahtever that meant. "Opportunity. You can see the new statues I'm bulding of me putting a giant size dildo up zeros ass. It's the best statue ever. " He said. "And the one where axton is naked, but has a grape dick. oh man.' He laughed. "you'll get off. I never ignore your needs, pumpkin."

Moxxi: "You could try, sugar," Moxxi replied, giving into the urge to pretend like nothing had changed, if that was what Jack wanted.  "Do you even know if Zero has an ass?" she said politely and then laughed lightly.   "I'm starting to think he really is a robot, I can't get him to have sex with me, and no living human could resist."  Moxxi hummed.  "You're really going to make them all stars, aren't you? I can't wait to see what you have planned for the others."  Moxxi sighed.  "I can get away in a couple of hours, Jack.  It's harder now.  People are asking more questions."

Handsome Jack: "So what, let them ask. Why are you so ashamed of me? You've always been that way, havent you?" He huffed. "Whatever babe, tits,fucking.. less whatever this is." He said. "Come to the north gate, wear a blonde man or woman skin, I dunno. Tell me when you are at the door. I will have to scan you throughly.. so no fucking funny business. "

Moxxi: "You call it being ashamed, I call it survival, sweetie.  If I didn't tell everyone we'd broken up, I wouldn't have a place here right now."   Moxxi pursed her lips.  "You act like it's not a bigger risk for me than it is for you.  I'm not out to kill you Jack, and you just promised to kill everyone I know. Inculding me, if you think about it."

Handsome Jack: "It's called survival. And whoa whoa, wait. You wanted to fuck  Zero? What the hell moxxi?" He recalled. "In the end, when the gun is pointed to my face. You will be the one to call them to pull the trigger. I'm a very intelligent man, Moxxi... "

Moxxi: Moxxi rolled her eyes. "I want to fuck everyone, Jack, isn't that what you're always saying?" Moxxi replied.  "And aren't you even a little curious? He's got that deep voice but hips like a woman."  Moxxi huffed.  "And you won't be the same for me?"

Handsome Jack: "I dont think I can titty fuck you knowing you wnt to fuck, waht's probably slim and a voice box, or a robot. I have some robots you can ride if you want though.. by all means, make a loaderbots life." He teased. "And arent I the guy you tell everyone you let go, was too clingy... ?" He said. "Would I tell people to kill you? Why on earth would I do that? I rather keep you here in a box forever and fuck you when I need to. It's not right fucking a corspe... Although, knowing your team... they probably all do."

Moxxi: "Please, Jack," Moxxi said, letting her voice turn into a purr.  "You know that tits better than mine don't exist.  You can't resist them, no matter how much you try."  Moxxi laughed, in a sultry way.  "Oh Jack, honey, you need to relax. Every man is clingy, with your jealousies and wanting to be the only man, like one dick can satisfy a girls every need.  If you really put me in a cage, you wouldn't be as excited by me and you know it. Just sit tight and I'll be there soon."

Handsome Jack: Handsome Jack rolled his eyes and took a shot. "Except my cock is actually everything you want and need, or you wouldnt come back. See you soon, princess. " He said as he went down to the gate and leaned agaist the wall outside his protective walls. Bring on a vault hunter, he was ready to take them out. He saw Moxxi come up (idk if shes in a skin) "Hey.. Put your hands over your head, and let me do a body ... search." He ran his hands down her waist and up herto her breast

Moxxi: That was true enough, but Moxxi didn't like revealing everything.  She couldn't do that.  It would be like letting Jack win over her completely and Moxxi didn't like being the one that lost.  She busied herself getting things in order so she could leave and slipped out while no one was paying too much attention.  She came alone and under cover as she usually did, but didn't bother dressing like anything but herself, though she did wear a cloak that covered her face until she got close enough.  "Jack, do you really think I'm stupid enough to try something on your own terf?" Moxxi said with a pout, lifting her hands above her head and crossing her wrists, tilting her hips to give Jack a good visual while he ran his hands over her.

Handsome Jack: Handsome Jack slid his hands under her breast. He pressed his chin between her breast. He licked her neck, and lifted her boobs and dropped them to see them bounce. He really needed this right now. He slid his hand between her legs and cupped her sex. He removed her panties to the side with her middle finger, he slid his finger inside her and pressed against her clit. "Ok, you seem.. fine." He removed his hands fro her and turned. "Welcome to opportunity."