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coldmori · 8 months

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BIG LONG RANT ABOUT THE SOMETHINGS

ik no one asked but here's some something trivia and junk:

hell's look is based off of the forced fusions of Steven Universe

they are also based off of tumors (though im too scared to actually look up what a tumor looks like, so my knowledge is all what I've heard)

specifically tumors that grow eyes, teeth, and finger nails.

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everyone can shape-shift but how they shape-shift is different between them

hell can only make arms and hands, they can't make torsos, eyes, feet, etc. hell can also adjust what's on a hand, like knuckle hair or fingernails. So if hell wanted, they could have lushes long hair on their knuckles.

something (angler fish) only makes shapes using hair, they're made out of hair and hair is moveable and flexable so they can make the silhouette of anything they want, but it'll always just be hair

tall lady can adjust her legs, how tall they are, how many she has, etc. the rest of her body can shape-shift too but it's hard to shape-shift with a blanket tied around you.

blindness technically can shape-shift, but works more in allusion, they can create mirages of places hero wants to be, and people hero wants to see

tom is odd. tom can shape-shift in the standard way, any form that they want, but never does. they can even change color, but just doesnt.

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mari actually becomes these forms and can feel everything

around hero she's almost infinitely big but has no density or any sort of tie to form, it feels like being in space but she IS space.

around basil she can feel every hand and move them independently, it hurts a lot because to grow more hands the skin must tear and reform, and sometimes hands grow without knowledge or when mari is aggravated, sometimes in an act of defense basil will try to chop off the hands with gardening shears but it just ends up growing more hands, it's extremely painful.

kel's form is her most stable and comfortable, it seems the more guilt someone has the more painful the form, mari could speak with him directly if given enough energy, which is something that can't be said for most.

sunnys form is odd to be in, she is every hair and fiber, like a school of fish forming a shape, it hurts less than it used to but it's still hard to deal with it. it would feel really weird to feel your hair.

aubrey's form is claustrophobic, like being submerged in a thick wax, her legs are the only things free and they break often due to being brittle and skinny, mewo's ghost has no part in being Tall Lady, but yet she can still feel her. this is one of the only forms where mari can "sing" the singing is more of a low buzzing hum, you can recognize the song if you know it but it's but it sounds more like white noise than a song.

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tall lady is based off of rag dolls, a type of doll made of just rags

this is just because i like to think aubrey was really into dollies and plushies, and maybe unknowingly made one of these since her mother wouldnt buy them.

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tom is, obviously, made from a fishing hook, but i also considered a tripple meaning,

a fish hook, an umbrella, and an anchor.

if you flip the design upside down you kinda-sorta get an anchor shape, i wanted to expand more on it in the design but it felt too.. crowded??

it felt as though you'd either only be able to see the hook or the anchor and not be able to look at the big picture and see both, plus the umbrella, so the anchor thing was never built upon.

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sunny's something is obviously an angler fish but i added a reference to the base-game death, the light, i made it look like a little noose just as an easter egg, the eye also has a light in it, unlike the others

i dont know what i was thinking when i thought of the eye-shine, something about "oh maybe its a pearl" but pearls dont come from angler fish..

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blindness is really cool

blindness not only stops you from seeing, it also prevents you from hearing...

and then it gives you hallucinations.

hero is known to walk out of campus following these hallucinations, but mari isn't trying to lead him anywhere, she's just going from place to place looking and caring after her loved ones. Hero sees her (well, he sees crazy shit happening) and follows her out trying to understand whats happening

mari tries to not be seen by hero so he can study but her influence is too strong.

hero is brilliant, but mari's checkups are harming his grades and mindset.

theres also auditory hallucinations.

blindness is based off of a thing i used to do as a kid in the dark, when i would look at the pitch black while trying to sleep and focused i could see all these colorful things moving and surrounding me, i could make out individual things and most looked like inchworms and just puffballs, like eye-floaters but there where hundreds and they all where different colors, it was wild.

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somethings can also happen from fear.

"fake somethings" are fears that manifest to look like ghosts, they happen when someone is about to die

(this is how i explain hypothermia, the little guy who was spreading onto kel in hypothermia 1)

they are basically guiders to the after-life if you die, mari has one too

kel didnt see his after he went into severe hypothermia because it was still stuck to his physical body.

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mewo has a ghost too, but her appearance is the same for everyone, everyone just saw her as a phat floofy cat

except for aubrey

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kim, the maverick, angel, charlene and vance also have different somethings for mari, but they just dont see her ever.

ok ive ranted enough its time to stop, sorry for all this text ik it's probably hard to read

#coldmori #{❄️} canon #{❄️} spoilers #{❄️} behind the scenes #{❄️} trivia

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fakeloveaskblog · 2 years

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(Hi, me again. This ask takes place in the past, about an hour after Remy left Virgil’s apartment.)

Hi Remus, you doing okay? Janus wanted to make sure that you were alright.

I have some fun facts for you if you’d like to hear them. Did you know that the average person walks past 36 murderers in their lifetime. Or that some tumours can grow teeth and hair. Or that the Eiffel Tower can be 15 cm taller during the summer, due to thermal expansion meaning the iron heats up, the particles gain kinetic energy and take up more space. Or that Australia is wider than the moon. Or that It's illegal to own just one guinea pig in Switzerland, It's considered animal abuse because they're social beings and get lonely. That all the facts for now but I’m here if you need anything.

Glow Eyes

Tw: some talk about past sexual abuse, very light on actual details tho

Remus jumped a little from surprise as he heard your voice. It was so dark your glowing eyes were the only things lightning the enclosed space you were in. Your eyes were a grayish blue from worry making him even his eyewhites seem blue.

"Jannie worried about me?" He mumbled out the question while wiping a tear away from his cheeks "That's..sweet of them. I'm uh okay. I uh think"

You dropped a napkin right on top of his head. He look at it a little confused before mumbling out a thanks and using it clean his right now stuffy face from snot and tears.

"I'd never like told anyone about...the....the uhm...what Os did...so I got a bit emotional with..memories and stuff....but I didn't wanna worry Remy right now...so I uh....just kinda....hid away..." He tilted his head and looked at you as you spoke "Facts?...sure. Better make them fucked up"

As you let out the facts your eyes changed into a soft orange.

"I think that my average murderer total is a bit higher. Since y'know when I walk past a mirror I'm walking past myself. Get it? It's a joke! Like I have murdered someone! Also yeah I did know the tumour thing mostly 'cause I got hair and teeth and at least two eyes and I'm basically Rowan's tumor"

He seemed to think deeply for a moment before replying with.

"So in the summer if the eiffel tower fell over it would smosh more people than in the winter? Cool cool cool"

The facts came to an end and you stayed floating near him. He fiddled with the strands of the hairs next to his ear.

"Thanks for the facts. Murder always helps don't it. I think it's even scientifically proven...probably...you can...if Jannie is worried...I mean....you can...if you want like lead him here i guess"

You moved out of the dark space Remus was in and realized it was the closet in Logan's and Patty's bedroom. He had really just hidden in the first spot he could see.

Logan and patty had gone out to the kitchen to make dinner while Janus had stayed in the living room to make sure Remy didn't get a sudden panic attack or anything like that. Thomas the dog had happily laid down in the couch with his big tail moving back and forth across Remy's legs.

When Janus saw you he let out a quiet "Did you find Remus?"

In response you began to circle around his head until he got the idea to stand up and follow you into the bedroom. You bonked your ghost form against the closet door a few times to show that he was supposed to go in.

He threw a few confused glanced between the door and you before saying "Thank you? I think?"

He slowly opened the closet door and peeked inside. Remus was sitting curled up in the corner with his knees up to his chest.

"Mind if I join you?" Janus asked.

"Not against it"

They clumsily backed into the closet and almost fell down into the other corner. They were close to blushing from embarrassment but hearing Remus' light chuckle made up for it.

"I am stuck between telling a joke about being familiar with the closet or a joke about how closests aren't made for people blessed with large behinds like moi" Janus said.

"I'm leaning more towards a monster in the closet joke" Remus replied.

"It was the small shiny ghost that led me here but I still want to extra check" Janus leant just a bit closer "Are you alright with me being here?"

Remus nodded. Janus couldn't help but notice the tear streaks on his cheeks. They reached out to lay their hand against his cheek but he flinched back so violently the back of his head nearly slammed into the closet wall.

"I'm sorry" They let out as they immediately moved away again.

"It's- It's okay. Sorry"

"No. Please. Darling don't say sorry" They fiddled with one of their yellow gloves "..I don't know what you and Remy talked about that convinced them to leave- And I do not mean to pry. You don't have to tell me at all. I simply wanted to say thanks for helping them get out of there. I'm honestly unsure if I would have been able to convince them"

"Oh please J-anus. You were the one to butter them up to the idea of leaving. It wasn't just me"

"I'm aware. Am I not allowed to say thank you now? Is this an attack on thank yous? Are you perhaps allergic to thank yous?" Janus snarked out.

It made Remus smile ever so lightly.

"Maybe you can convince Remy to talk as well" They continued "They don't seem to be willing to stay here for the night but they're not answering when I ask if there is some other place they would rather sta-"

"I want to tell you" Remus interrupted.

"Excuse me?"

He took a quick breathe "I want to tell...about what me and Remy talked about...I want to..."

"Oh. Oh sure. Of course. I am all ears. Or well I am two ears and a body but I think that will suffice"

Remus looked down at the floor. He couldn't meet their eyes as he spoke "We...I told Remy....I told Remy about..."

It felt like someone was pressing his mouth close. Like someone was breathing down his neck, ready to hurt him if he said anything. His cheeks went red from shame.

"Deep breathes, remember?" Janus reminded in their voice sweet as honey. Their eyes were so sincere it felt like he was melting a bit just looking at them.

He nodded as he took a few deep breathes.

"I told Remy about my...my...my abuse...I was abused" Just saying it felt like such a relief tears instantly flooded his eyes "I was abused by my ex boyfriend...sexually...I was....it was sexual abuse"

Remus hesitated before looking over to his friend again. The flood of emotions had made his eyesight blurry from sudden dissociation. It was just slight dissociation but still.

Janus still had that look in their eyes. Their eyebrows were lifted in sympathy.

"Honey I'm s-"

"It wasn't! I- I" Remus' voice shook a little "I was never- It wasn't- The- The r thing you know- that never happened- sorry- I just- I felt like I was tricking you into thinking it was worse than it actually was- I didn't- I didn't want to lie so you felt more pity than I deserve"

"I am quite sure all forms of abuse, especially that kind, is pretty 'worse'. But alright. I have noted it and I will never ask for any more details than that if you don't wish to tell me. It's your past. It's none of my business unless you want it to be. All I can ask of you is a wish to be in your future after all"

Janus sent him a sweet smile.

"And if it does become my business I would wish for that little notebook of murder ideas you have because I have found the most perfect piece of shit to test the ideas out on! We can do it alphabetically! Start with asphyxiation and go from there!"

Remus tilted his head and looked at him "I wish I could get excited 'bout that. I know I should hate him...I've tried....I can't"

"There isn't anything you 'should' do deary. Aside from maybe getting some ice cream with me later. Or any other treat you wish for....Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me this...I am sincerely grateful for that trust..I know it can be a big thing...So...I am very proud of you...And I love you...I love you Remus"

"Awww" Remus made cartoony kissy noises "You got such a soft squishy heart dontcha Jannister. Perfect for smoshing into a blender to drink by which I mean like I love you too"

"If it's alright for me to ask, I'm wondering if you have any uncomfortable feelings around petnames? I do have an affinity for words like darling and the like and I know that in familiar abuse settings those kinds of word-"

"It's all good Janny. I love hearing your lil names. It makes you sound like you're from the 1920's and you're about to steal a diamond while smoking"

"That is my preffered vibe actually. Noted deary. You want a hug?"

Remus tensed up a little at the question. His eyes darted up and down Janus.

"You can say no, I don't mind" Janus assured.

Something heavy was stuck at the back of Remus' throat. No matter how much he tried to push it down it wouldn't move a single inch. His mouth wouldn't open.

Janus' smile only softened more as he let his arms move back down to his sides "It's okay darling. I am well aware that anything that isn't a yes is a no. Including silence"

Remus' shoulders relaxed again. He searched around in his brain for a good compliment to show how thankful he was that they had taken it so well.

"Your bones must be very well built. Like a bunch of atoms and stuff sitting very close together in pretty patterns. Probably very beautifully carved out in between the blood"

"....Thanks? I think? Do you feel ready to leave the closet now? Go join Remy?"

He took another deep breathe before nodding. Janus made sure to not get to close as they stood up and held up the door for him.

"Can I pet the big beast by the way?" Remus mumbled as they went back to the living room.

"Are you talking about Patty's dog?"

"Yes!"

"I am quite sure that dog would turn into a pile of miserable goo if he didn't get pets at every possible moment, so yes"

Remus punched the air "YeAH!"

#thanks for the ask c:#glow eyes #dukeceit #sanders sides #that effel tower fact is so cool btw #all the facts are cool #but that especially

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lolathepeacocklord · 3 years

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Chapter 3 – Helping Hand

“It’s not safe to be walking around all by yourself. There’s a lot out here that can and probably will try to kill you.” The new stranger took Smith’s hand and started to pull him away down the alley. He progressed down to a dead end and opened up a door to the left, which led to a very dark room inside the building. The place was relatively large, at least compared to other buildings in town. It probably had three floors. Smith was very hesitant on walking into the pitch black room. That guy seemed to just disappear into the abyss.

Why was he even following him? It could be some loony that was gonna kill and eat him. It’s been a damn long time since he’s met anybody nice out here. And the fact he talked normally like him was also a bit confusing. Were sane people more common then he thought they were?

He grunted and inhaled sharply- tightening his grip over to bleeding wound. Oh yeah, he just remembered why the guy dragged him here in the first place.

The smoker gained the courage to take a step into the house, and hissed when he got a light shined in his face for a split second.

“Sorry, sorry!” The man said, a little bit panicked. “We… Don’t have electricity here really. There’s a backup generator in the basement. It’s out of gas though.” He twisted the flashlight a bit and made it’s spotlight larger so the room could be seen better. Now that more of the place was visible this place looked like a run down motel. Well it was the literal apocalypse, so of course things are gonna be trashed, but he still assumed the highest rating this place ever got was three stars. Even that felt a bit generous.

The man had gone off to get both that flashlight and seemingly a medkit. “Could you sit down please? I’d like to take care of that sooner rather then later.”

“Yeah me too.” Smith murmured and sat down. At least the guy seemed to know what he was doing. He started to help clean around the wound which hurt like fucking hell. Smith still felt on the cautious side with this man, just because he met him about seven minutes ago. He didn’t even know the guy’s name.

“I’m Alex by the way.” He had a gentle little smile on his face. “Sorry for grabbing you off the street so suddenly. I just didn’t want you to be out in the open too long. Especially if you have an open wound.”

“Smith. Thanks for the help.” Well at least they were getting to know each other. He would have done this mini surgery by himself, but… This was a bullet. He’s dealt with slashes and cuts and stuff, so there was a tiny bit of experience there with stitches. But he’s never taken a literal bullet out of himself before. Or anyone else.

“Are you… Sure you know what you’re doing?” The smoker asked nervously.

“Yeah! I’ve been having a little practice recently. I got a friend who is a bit reckless. He’s… Been shot more then once definitely.” Alex rummaged through the medkit and eventually pulled out some pliers. They didn’t look… Too rusty. “Just letting you know, this is about to hurt. A lot. So just keep yourself braced.”

Smith tried to force himself to look away from this, but would continue to glance back a lot. The wound for some reason looked bigger then it did earlier. Wider. At least it gave a little more room for Alex to insert the tweezers, and it hurt like hell. Alex needed to grip his wrist just so he didn’t rip his arm away from him. The little bullet was deep in there, and blood continued to pour from the wound again. The smoker grunted slightly and clenched his teeth hard, resting his chin in the palm of his other hand. After several agonizing minutes the little piece of metal clinked onto the tabletop and rolled around in a tiny circle. Alex and Smith both sighed with relief. “Worst part’s over. Good job!” Alex gave a thumbs up and cleaned the wound the rest of the way now. There was a mediocre set of a needle and thread, so he continued to carefully stitch up the wound again. He knew what he was doing… Mostly. The apocalypse has really been helping him learn a thing or two in the medical field. At least enough to treat multiple bullet wounds and occasionally the claw marks and gashes from melee weapons.

Alex looked up at Smith every once in a while to just kind of... Get a look at this guy. He stared at the hole in the wall nervously, having green catlike eyes. And the schlera was a bright yellow that almost seemed like it glowed. Or maybe it just reflected light well or something, he wasn't sure. His hair went all the way down the back of his neck and curled a bit at the end. The right side of his head was shaved and he had several piercings on his ears, and one on his remaining eyebrow. He had a tiny little scar more on the right side of his lips. He seemed like he was a Hispanic American mix. Definitely an interesting looking guy.

“There we go, good as new!” Alex said happily, closing the kit again as Smith examined the work with the bandages. Nothing felt loose, and most of the bleeding seemed to be stopping. "Thanks, um... Alex." Smith said, returning a tiny smile. The guy sure seemed optimistic, especially since it was, oh you know, the end of the world. Suddenly Smith felt incredibly awkward.

"So um... Are you just, like, some tumor guy?" He asked, getting a confused look from Alex. "What do you mean?"

"Well you're clearly not a survivor. Or well, an immune survivor. And you got the whole tumor mess going on there." Smith put his elbow on the table, resting his head in his palm. "Wish I was as lucky as you. Not single tentacle hanging out as far as I see."

Alex continued to stare, looking just as awkward and confused as Smith felt right now. "I'm... Not a smoker. Have you- never seen a boomer before?"

Smith blinked. "A what now?"

Alex took in a deep breathe and sighed gently. The flashlight on the table began flickering. He grabbed it and smacked it against his palm a few times before getting the regular shine back. “There we go. You should really keep batteries anytime you find them. Big, small, medium- you never know what they’d come in handy for!”

“… Right, uh… I kinda wanted to know what a boomer was? And you keep talking about these other people. Who exactly- what- I’m a little lost right now.”

“Right right, sorry.” Alex quickly put the light back and began to tell the smoker everything he knew.

“I saw some guy behind a building throwing up everywhere, really violently. I went to see if he was alright. He had these growths starting to grow on his arms and face, and I asked him if I needed to call an ambulance. And then he just… Without any warning at all-” He looked like he might throw up as well. “Dear god, the guy just blew up like a balloon- blood and shit going everywhere. P-People thought I committed a murder, and there was a security camera nearby thank god. I was let off the hook just because people had no idea what happened there. The investigation didn’t last long because, well… Heh. Ahem- I started to get really sick and well, look where I am now. Yeah.”

Smith felt bad for bringing up such a touchy subject. The guy seemed genuinely ashamed he had become this monstrosity, so that made him feel even worse. He tried to change the subject somewhat and said “How are your other friends doing? They doing… Well?”

The two were quite for several minutes, just staring at each other. Alex eventually grabbed the flashlight and rose from his seat. “Come with me, I’ll introduce you to the others.”

Smith became increasingly more worried as he was given a tour around the motel. A lot of the walls and doorways were outright demolished, and at this point he was a little scared to ask who and what would have caused that. Alex’s low-context answer somehow made it feel worse.

“For the type of infected Brutus is, he’s actually a bit smaller compared to other infected. Doesn’t mean he can’t cause a ton of destruction.” He said, sounding like he was just talking to himself, because this was not giving Smith the answer he wanted regarding the destruction. At least he made it sound like it was their friend? Whatever this Brutus thing was. Alex eventually turned over to one room and gently knocked on the door before slowly opening it. “… Hello, you awake?”

There was another destroyed wall (lovely) inside the room, so that was… Something. The room itself was more interesting. Whoever lived here seemed to horde a lot of blankets and pillow, and a big mattress too. It looked a bit squished though, and there was a big blanket that was clearly made by sewing together a bunch of other blankets. More off to the corner of the room was a huge pile of pillows and blanket. The uneasy part was was the fact a hand was sticking out from the pile. A hand with very, very long claws.

“She doesn’t like super bright lights. So if you wanna wake her up ever, just… Don’t do that.” Alex turned off the flashlight and walked over to speak to the pile of pillows. Smith looked around nervously at the dark building and checked again to see if a hallway lamp was working. The answer was no, and he sighed softly. He suddenly felt a tingling in his throat and put his hand over his mouth, coughing repeatedly. He was doing his best to keep it down, so he tried moving down the hall a bit. Alex then came out and waved at him. “Blance is up! Just- whenever you’re done doing you.”

Smith forced down the coughing fit surprisingly, and watched a woman walk out the doorway, mumbling something to herself. The claws were really intimidating, and she kind of seemed to have a resting bitch face. That or she always looked angry when she got woken up to meet random strangers. She wore a baggy keyhole sweater that was a bit of a tan color, a dark gray denim skirt, and some pantyhose that were pretty raggedy and torn up. She didn’t wear any kind of shoes. Or at least not at the moment? Yeah, who went to bed with shoes on. And unless you were there to witness it and had a sharp memory, you probably wouldn’t be able to find anything in that room.

“So you’re the new guy?” She asked, looking at Smith with slight distaste. She looked a couple inches shorter then Alex and had long dirty blonde hair that covered most of the right side of her face. She brushed it out of the way to squint at Smith, and Alex turned the flashlight back on by now. She cringed at the sight of him having even more tumors then her friend right next to her. “You smell awful, god.” Well, she clearly wasn’t afraid to speak her mind. Smith was glad to see she still had both of her eyes in their sockets, unharmed and everything. She let the hair fall back over her face and Alex asked “Where did Brutus go Blance? I’m sorry to interrupt you starting a nap, I just haven’t heard him.”

“Heard him?” Smith asked.

“Yeah, you can definitely hear him walking around. I’ll show you why in a minute.” Alex said. “But this is Blance! Blance, this is Smith. He is a smoker, and Smith, she is something called a witch-”

“I can already tell why he has that name. Just his voice says it all.” She murmured, and didn’t give Smith time to react to that comment. “Also I’ve been… Asleep. For a while now. I thought you would know where he was.”

Alex stared blankly at her. “No… I said I was gonna check the building next door, see if it had anything there. You were supposed to keep an eye on Brutus. He does seem to hang around you more anyways.”

Smith watched the two go back and forth, just trying to figure out who the hell had been looking after this Brutus guy. He was starting to get the impression he was some sort of child, but how could a child destroy a building like this? Not like throwing things off shelves and breaking vases- actually destroying the place. He just wanted to know what the fuck was going on with these new infected her was meeting. Was that really so much for him to ask?

And that’s when things really started to go down.

Alex literally screamed like a girl when they all heard a huge crash outside. Not directly outside, but really damn close. Maybe just behind the building near them. Immediately after the crash a car alarm was going off like crazy. And then they heard the sound of a horde coming over.

“We might’ve just found him.” Blance said, and started running away, and out through a hole in the building, Alex stammered a bunch and tried to stop her before running off in a different direction of the building to get something.

“What the hell’s happening!?” Smith yelled.

“Sorry, I-I’m so sorry. I haven’t been telling you anything about that, I just- Thought it’d be better to introduce you first.” Alex had gone over to a closet where there were a ton of guns stored. “Jesus, where did you get all these?” Smith asked, staring in awe.

“This city has really dangerous litter nowadays. Here-” Alex just shoved a gun into Smith’s arms. He gave him this heavy baggy too, and when he opened it up he saw why. It had a ton of magazines for the gun. Alex grabbed himself a shotgun and shoved a bunch of shells into his pockets before he shut the door. He started to run off in the same path he saw Blance go, but stopped in his tracks for a minute.

“You don’t have to come you know! Just keep that on you in case you need to defend yourself.” Alex told Smith, who was keeping close behind him.

“No no no, I wanna come with you. Just so I can know what the hell is happening around here.” Smith said. “You guys may need extra protection, and I’m glad to provide it!

Alex smiled at him, still seeming very panicked. “I’ll explain all of this later, don’t worry.” He said and patted the smoker’s shoulder. “Just brace yourself- you’re going to see a lot of weird things from here on out.”

Smith didn’t take in how right those words were going to mean in the next several minutes. Alex didn’t even know what was gonna be in store. All they knew was that the witch ran away, there was a horde, something happened with a car, and they just needed to go on from there. So the two kept their guns in their arms, waited for an opening so they weren’t just running directly through a horde, and just followed the zombies over to the noise.

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stipethom · 4 years

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I wrote some Cablepool fics some months ago but proofreading is such a bitch, so they were incomplete for now. I’m just gonna post some parts of it and hopefully there are more Cablepool people who loves mpreg as I do.

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In summary, Mpreg theme uses pregnancy to describe how women and gender/sex minorities are impregnated with the unspeakable powers of patriarchy. Pregnancy is not just a biological phenomenon; it symbolizes embodied experiences, where women’s body is changed and exploited as it bear the burden of child labor. And by forcing such changes upon male body, it declares that any sex and gender that is seen less than a “man” can thus be a “woman”, and that whoever they are their struggles and pains are similar to that of women’s in this world.

In mpreg fics, there’ll be tears, fight, divorce, and broken hearts. It’s fan-favorite melodrama. It’s barnyard humor. It’s self-service to the writer’s own kink.

It is all of these. Or, it’s none of these.

They put all kinds of wires to link Wade with medical equipments. X-rays him, scans him, takes some blood from him. They declares that what’s inside Wade is not a parasite. Not another tumor nor a clog. It is, as the tag suggests, a fetus.

Some other X-students gathers as soon as the word is out: the Deadly mouthy ‘pool’s pregnant. The next session, Wade is unhappy with the amount of audience in the supposed waiting room, looking expectedly at him. From hindsight, it’s better they were there at the time, to spare Wade the horrors of explanation.

Unplanned male pregnancy should have been a comic relief since it’s Deadpool. But when the results indicate that it belongs to a certain Nathan Summers, who recently died, it is no longer a joke.

Cyclops, as his role in any other Cablepool fics, has to be the last one to know it. He learns of the identity of his future grandchild and immediately decides to rushe back to the mansion to confront whatever nightmare awaits him. He briefly talks to Hank, in order to prepare himself before talking to Wade. Eventually, a consultation team that comprises of Cyclops and Beast visits Wade’s at his apartment, who just comes back with discounted pregnancy tests from CVS.

“We must talk about your condition, Wade.” Scott says solemnly.

“Sorry, Grandpaclops, will remember to use protection next time. Guess I should never underestimate dicks from the future.”

Scott clenches his teeth. His expression is hidden under his ruby optics, but Wade can see the tiny creases around his mouth, and he gets the feeling that Scott is anxious. Ans so, so very tired. Hank clears his throat and starts talking about his discoveries. Half of his talk is explaining his daring theory of why life form can be conceived inside a male’s body, which Wade doesn’t listen to. The other half is some warmings on what a pregnant man should not do. Given Wade’s profession and personality, Hank makes 100% sure that Wade listens to him. Scott seems to be holding breath as the other mutant talks with a professional calmness.

The talk ends with “We still don’t know exactly how it happened, but It’s going to be a big responsibility—your responsibility.”

Scott tries again. He keeps his voice strategically even, a little raspy than usual, as if he practiced this conversation in front of a mirror too many times.

“It’s yours, as much as it’s Nathan’s. It’s up to you to ... keep it.”

“Or you can move into the X-mansion—”Hank stops promptly when Wade starts laughing.

“So your guys are what, showing parental support for the guy your son never actually married, and you never even doubt it’s a parasite?”

“We ruled out that possibility.” Hank says, “you know, you don’t have to do this.” He pauses briefly, making sure every sentence is carefully worded. “After what happened, you—in fact, nobody should do this alone. It’s unfair that you have to deal with it on your own.”

Great, now they think of Wade as some mourning ex-lover of Nate’s. He has to find something witty to say, or he’ll just embarrasses himself in front of these two good-intentioned, somewhat guilty-looking X-men. There’s a sorry somewhere that he can reads directly from the thin air, sorry we are so sorry for pushing you away, we are sorry we didn’t accept you—and ignored your feelings— now we are here to make it up for you. No, this ain’t right. They don’t know about him and Nate. All they see is this, which makes them assume all kinds of things about them, about Wade, that Wade doesn’t even want to think about.

He decides to take advantage of their out-of-no-where-guilt because it is better than pity, “OK, wait, is this the part where we hug and cry on each other’s shoulders? I have a feeling there’s always a but. Besides, Hank, you just violated the confidentiality agreement without my consent!”

“I’m truly sorry, it’s an unprecedented situation.” Hank tries not to look shameful. “And, no, no buts. All we’re offering is a place to rest before the, that is, if you want to keep it, It’s very important when it comes to—“

“Nathan’s spawn.” Wade helps him finish the sentence. “That’s why you X-men fucking care. “

Cyclops doesn’t say a word, but he thinks so loud, he is practically radiating sadness and anger, and worst of all, the anger is not even directed at Wade.

Wade snaps.

“Tell you what, I’m gonna fucking keep this little shit till it’s got eyes and fingers and then I’ll fucking abort it! I’ll put it in a filthy jar and sell it to Mister Sinister, and it will be none of your fucking business!”

—

Of course Wade didn’t abort it. And he did move into the X-mansion.

Everyone seems worried. After all, X-men are worried all the time—but they also look slightly relieved. If Wade ignores the eyes they are giving him, the whispers they exchange when they think he is not looking, he almost feels nothing has changed at all.

The big question, after the several years after Nate died, still hangs in the air. Every time someone looks at Wade, there’s a why in their eyes. A mutant like Nate, who is supposed to be a man of proper taste and good integrity, the reasons that he chose to be with Wade is unthinkable.

Any sane human would tell Nate what he did is ridiculous. Like the voice in the back of Wade’s mind. It tells Wade all the time that he cannot possibly believe that him and Nate could last any longer—or long enough to have any consequences.

Being pregnant is not the consequences. It’s the last one of the bad decisions he’s made after all the other ones. He knows the voice is right, and his life sucks mostly because he doesn’t listen to it. This time, he feels a certain remorse satisfaction in disobeying the remaining sense of reason in his head.

Keeping the baby to prove a point is as desperate as it’s poorly intended.

He knows how fucked-up this is.

—

In hindsight, it’s fucking creepy that Wade, Copycat, and Domino all slept with Nate.

Here she is, gonna pop open that can of worms.

Domino has to come to him at his most inconvenience. She knocks three times on the door, each time more curt and determined. She will probably shoot a hole in the wall to make a new door if he doesn’t let her in.

Wade opens the door, grimaces at the way she look at him and meet his eyes. He is a good few inches taller than Dom, but he never feels big in front of her.

She brings in an air of feline elegance and the fresh scent of hair shampoo. It’s endearing for her to allow people to see her like this, yet not entirely unguarded. He catches the innuendo of a more secret, private conversation.

Her eyes touch him lightly, hair flares with the effortless chic style many would be jealous of. There are a hundred things Wade lacks that she owns.

The night is getting dark and the wind is getting wild, he probably should close the window before the storm.

Dom is less of a coward than him, who could barely come up to people and tell them the truth. That he got himself into this long before he understood the true meaning of having someone and then losing them.

She is pretty and deadly as always, not jadded by battles and gunfire. She looks at him with a sadness of someone who think they have the pieces of a puzzle that Wade misses. Or at least they think they know.

“Why do you keep him, the baby—.” She leans against the wall, arms crossed. “He’s not going to be Nate. Nate is not here anymore.“

“Wow, wow, lady, now you’re just projecting too hard.”

“Wade, look. It took me a hell lot of drinking to accept that he’s really gone this time.” She keeps her voice steady and manages to be soft at the same time. “I hear you talk to him like, I don’t know. I don’t think I’m not projecting.”

“Just so you know, I talk to my tummy all the time. Totally healthy habit. Been like this since I’m in my mom’s womb.”

“You’ve been talking to him and you sounded like—never mind.” Now she is just being weird. Wade feels offended that someone dare to outweird him without his royal permission. “The baby—you are drowning him with things he’s not part of.”

“Drowning would be a damn boring way to die.” He comments. “In fact, I’m whispering murder thoughts to him so he can grow up into a killing machine. A cyborg one. Just like his dad.”

“Wade, I’m not trying to take anything from you.”

“Oh sure, you’re here to remind me to invite you for the baby shower, which I am seriously going to reconsider with the guest list.”

A strip of dark hair falls on her cheek as she hesitates.

“You know why I’m here.”

Honestly, Wade’s fed up with this. He didn’t respond, instead, he peels off his mask, challenges her to look directly into his eyes.

She looks flustered, but her thin shoulders are as still as granite. This close, Wade can see how her breast heaves under her loosely-fit shirt. It fucking hurts when he rips through her facade and finds something a lot like the reflection of his own pains. They both had Nate in the past, and now that Nate is the past, they are weirdly equal. They had different Nates, but Wade wants all the Nates.

The voice in his head is so loud that he can barely think his own thoughts. Is that why he came to her after Wade left Providence, for her is smart enough to ask for only what she deserves?

Does she come here to pity Wade, or is she seeking compassion from Wade? He feels an old, dull bitterness creeping up his spine.

Domino backs off a little, “I never liked you.” She says. They both know it, so it’s not really a confess. Something is blown in to the window, making a cracking sound. Both of them shiver. “I couldn’t believe it was you, of all people. “Oh, so she did care. She was not as nonchalant as she pretends to be. “But now you are-you are not just yourself-I don’t want to fight you anymore.”

It stings.

“Does that mean I can finally make your face my new bathroom tiles? Because I love baby poo on black and white.” He quirks a smile. “Oh, And by the way, I reject your nanny application. Bring your broom next time.”

“You hate me for a dead man.” She says dryly, “what does that make you...”

Her voice hitches.

“What does that make us. If we are still loyal to him.”

The wind is loud, and others must be awakened by the noises by now. If wind could talk, it must be full of broken sentences, murmuring and fleeing from the untrimmed trees, circulating in the flying dirt and the waving foliage. Some sleepless mutant girls on the second floor mutters in an annoyed voice.

Dom reaches out to him. Her arms are pale but firm. They are suddenly within the distance of a kiss. He feels his cracked lips nearly brushes hers like a breath.

She jumps back, hitting the nearest surface to her face. The window panes creak from the shockwave, sending the whole room whirls. For a moment they were close enough to dig out each other’s heart. The framed painting falls to the ground in broken pieces behind them. It is relatively intact until Neena steps on it.

“A hard loser, aren’t you.” Wade breathes.

Neena just smiles.

“It’s just you who can’t let go.”

She stubbles on the cracked frame before storming into the bathroom. Wade hears the hot water pours out of the faucet and makes maps of mist on the hanging mirror. Her reflection from the mirror shifts, and from Wade’s angle, he can see her tears.

A small sob sound leaks out of her beautiful mouth. Wade feels envious yet again. He doesn’t understand why it changes how Dom sees him, as if sharing pain with him would be some comfort for both of them. But it doesn’t, he wants to scream, and it shouldn’t. He hears other mutant kids are giggling through the wind, and he is so, so envious of them.

Before he closes his eyes, he feels a light patting on his shoulders, and then all the light runs out with the slapping of the door.

He knows this is fucked-up.

“Nate,“ he murmurs, “If you don’t plan yo come back, I don’t think I can survive this—your too-young-too-be-dad dad, your ex-girlfriend, and your very possessive and angry daughter who refuses to meet me yet—I now understand why you want to elope with me into the future. I’ll forgive you for never asking me to actually run with you, but I know you always wanted to.“

“It’s fucking worse when people try to care. They don’t know you. They don’t know how fucked up you are. All they want is to keep a memoir, and I’m their freaking memoir. What did we have, sweetheart, did we ever agree on anything, huh? Did you even think about what it would be like for us to be together long enough to have consequences?”

“You see, Nate, I’m the one living with the consequences now. Except that you’re not here.”

#mpreg #Cablepool #Nathan Summers #Wade Wilson #Cable #Deadpool

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reminder: yall on ao3 real nice, also i love you thank you so much

also i’m gonna go ahead and post chapter 5 here in its entirety too (under a cut, natch) just in case. meanwhile, i’m chopping and screwing screenshots into big huge frankenstein images so i can obsess over canon conversations and lore on the go! some of these screenshots are just pure comedy though. post ‘em later! anyway, here it is in case you missed it:

Chapter 5: Home and Hearth

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Edér wondered sometimes just how long it would take his hometown to finally die.

It reminded him of this dog he used to know when he was a kid, a sweet old hound dog called Tibbeth. She was the Rask's dog, but the whole town knew her, cared for her, fed her scraps. Everyone loved that dog. By the time Edér was old enough to make lasting memories, she was reaching the end of her breeding years, and she only mellowed out further with each year that passed. He remembered her fondly from his childhood: Tibby making him late for dawn church service because she sat on his feet and wouldn't stop giving him Sad Eyes till he rubbed her tummy. Tibby wandering between two arguing friends and licking herself so ostentatiously that the argument was completely forgotten, ending in peals of laughter instead of fisticuffs.

But as he grew into an adolescent, Tibby grew elderly and decrepit. Her teeth and fur fell out. She limped. Her scat was watery and thin, and she tended to let it fall wherever she stood. Her belly distended, and she started getting mean and lashing out at those who tried to touch her, tried to help her.

He had known there was something growing inside of her that was hurting her, and what was worse, he had known that there was nothing anyone could do to help her. But to Edér, the worst thought of all was that she was still in there under it all. Under all the pain and fear, sweet old Tibby was still in there wanting nothing but belly rubs and bits of ham from your plate. It was the sickness made her snap at you, made her shit all over herself and struggle and scream while you tried to clean her up. Made her scared.

And it was this sickness that made his hometown like this, now. And just like with Tibby, there was nothing he could do to help. No way to excise the tumor. His gaze wandered to the corpse-strewn monster of a tree nearby. Nothing left to do but end it mercifully.

But he hadn't even had it in him to watch as Tibby was put down all those years ago. She had scratched and bitten the Gyrning's baby girl, and even though she was old and half toothless, she did enough damage to scar the child for life. He had run away back then, hiding the tears he had been getting too old to shed so freely anymore.

He sighed heavily, barely squinting against the feeble morning sunlight as he gazed out over the only home he had ever known.

"We're both gettin' too old for this, ain't we?" Edér murmured.

Gilded Vale did not answer him.

The hairs on the back of his neck suddenly stood on end, and he turned slowly, carefully, to look at the tree again. He wasn't alone.

---

The rest of the morning hadn't gone so badly.

She'd suffered a nightmare, she'd explained, and the strange hallucinations she'd told him about before had decided to manifest at the worst possible time: exactly when she had woken up. Hence the... episode she'd had. Understandable, given the circumstances.

Unfortunately, she did still want to go back to that tree. "For closure," she'd pleaded. "It'll only take a moment, I promise you."

They had dressed and packed their meager belongings in awkward silence, making it all the way downstairs to a table with their bowls of tepid porridge in hand before she had spoken up again.

"I'm sorry," she'd stated, stirring the beige mess in her bowl with all the enthusiasm of a prisoner fastening her own noose. "That was probably a... distinctly unpleasant experience for you. And this little detour probably will be, too. ...Please know that I truly appreciate your agreeing to accompany me nonetheless."

She sounded as though she'd been planning this apology all morning, phrasing and rephrasing it in her head until she could strike a palatable balance between being honest with him and maintaining etiquette. Aloth had accepted without hesitation, of course. He had almost apologized to her himself in return, for perhaps having seen... more than she may have wanted a near-stranger to see, but he had thought better of it and remained silent instead. He hadn't wanted to embarrass her by bringing up her strange behavior again. She seemed to appreciate it.

And now he was standing a few paces behind her in the center of town as she stared at a dead woman in a tree.

They had been standing there for fifteen minutes.

"She's aff 'er heed, lad."

"Nobody asked you," he sighed through gritted teeth.

---

Axa regarded the new, dark world in which she found herself with fear and wonder. She had expected to see the dead woman, feel a little foolish, and then set off on the road. She had not been expecting this at all.

Caldara de Berranzi's soul looked back at her, smiling a gentle, motherly smile.

"What is this?" She said it, but she didn't, just like in her dream. "What's happened to me?"

And the animancer responded in the same fashion. "Poor thing! You must be so confused. The world is a baffling place, and the world beyond the Shroud even more so. But that world is yours now, too, to bear witness to."

"I don't understand," Axa whimpered. She really, really didn't. She didn't even know if this was really happening.

The dwarven woman's soul smiled sadly at the little orlan, tsked in sympathy. "I know you don't, dear. It's a lot to take in. Here, let me put it this way: Whatever happened to you, it freed your soul from your body, but not all the way. You were pulled into this world--" The dwarf gestured at the swirling morass of essence and void around them-- "the In-Between of Life and Death. But! You must have only been here for an instant. Any longer, and you'd have ended up staying here, like me." Caldara gestured at herself, a bloated corpse dangling from a tree, with a sweet little chuckle.

"Your soul remembers, though. Remembers even after it returns to your body. Remembers how it sees in this world. Souls, their histories, their memories, their paths through the In-Between. All are yours to observe." The animancer nodded sagely.

"You are a Watcher, now," she chirped, "and a Watcher you will stay."

Axa blinked. Watcher. The word from her dream.

"I... I don't know what that means at all."

Caladara sighed softly. "Oh dear, oh dear. Make yourself comfortable, aimoranet. We have a lot more talking to do."

---

Aloth was starting to feel uneasy.

It had been just over 20 minutes now, and Axa still stood in the same spot, mesmerized by the dead animancer. They were drawing curious stares from townsfolk as they passed by, and he was getting nervous about what might happen-- what might come out of his mouth-- should one of them try to start something.

He glanced around furtively, his open grimoire like a leaden weight in his hands, searching for anything to focus on besides the fact that he'd apparently elected to travel with this woman. A blond man with a pipe, leaning casually against a collapsed wall some distance away, cocked an eyebrow at him. The message was completely unspoken, but easily understood. "Uh, your friend okay there?"

He shot back a look that he hoped said both "Mind your own business, please" and "I have absolutely no idea why she's doing this," somehow.

The man with the pipe shrugged, glanced up at the dead dwarf, then turned away. Aloth took the opportunity to study him a bit further, recognizing him vaguely from his time in town. He'd seen this man around, although not as much in recent weeks. He was vaguely aware of the Vale's day-to-day goings-on, and he seemed to recall seeing less of this particular face around the same time the local lord strung up his latest hapless victim in this gruesome abomination of a tree. Aloth tried to remember exactly who that victim had been...

...before noticing, with a start, that Axa had moved. She'd snapped out of whatever strange fugue state had taken hold of her and she stood before him now, looking for all the world like a child woken prematurely from a nap: confused, angry, morose.

He proceeded extremely cautiously. "Axa? Are you alright?" He leaned a bit closer for privacy's sake. "You seemed... a bit lost, there." For almost half an hour.

Either she didn't notice his attempt at discretion or she didn't care. "According to that dead woman," she blurted, "I'm a Watcher."

He felt his eyebrows leap up to his hairline. "Oh. Well. That... explains a lot, actually."

---

Edér had watched the elf and the orlan the entire time they stood before the tree.

The elf he'd seen around town here and there recently, but he'd never interacted with the man. Of course, he'd heard others talking about him, saying all kinds of things: a haughty foreigner who thinks he can bring his high-falutin' Aedyran ass here and piss on our hospitality. But given the usual kind of horseshit his fellow townsfolk usually spewed these days, he didn't put much merit in what they had to say. At least he tended to mind his own business.

The orlan had just arrived the previous day, and when he saw Raedric's henchman approach her, he'd actually tensed up, preparing for a fight. With everything he'd heard about orlans, he was half expecting her to pull a knife, or maybe even whisper some sort of cipher magic. But instead she'd just shouted at Urgeat, mad as Hel and rightfully so. Edér had been unable to stop himself smiling at the look on the magistrate's pinched-up little asshole of a face.

Then the bell had tolled, and suddenly everyone in town had bigger issues to deal with. She'd looked positively miserable as she'd trudged past him on the way to the Black Hound Inn.

Look at that, he'd thought, watching her plod slowly forward. Practically one of us already.

She'd met his eye for a moment, and he'd raised his pipe to her in a commiserative gesture. "Welcome to our lovely town," he'd quipped. And she had smiled at him in response, even after all that abuse she'd just had to take from Urgeat.

Maybe that was why he'd decided to say something when she passed him again. She didn't look to be in any higher spirits than she had when he'd said something before, but she had smiled at him back then, so what was the worst that could happen this time?

"Seventeen-and-a-half," he called out to her, and grinned. She's a little kith, maybe she'll like this one.

She and the elf turned to him, both of them wearing facial expressions similar to ones they might have had he catcalled them in an especially vulgar manner.

...Off to a great start, Edér thought. Nothing to do but press on.

"Eighteen dependin' on if you count the dwarf woman as a full person or not. ...I think you oughtta."

She approached him then, slowly, scrutinizing him with her eerie slitted pupils, while the elven man followed behind her. "You're saying there are eighteen people hanging in that tree?"

"Last I counted. You mean to tell me you were standin' there that whole time and you wasn't even counting 'em?"

Her cheeks brightened, and she turned to the elf. "Aloth? How long was I-- were we standing there like that?"

The elf, Aloth apparently, winced apologetically at the little woman. "Oh, only about... about twenty minutes. Ish."

The orlan huffed out something between a laugh and a cough. "Only twenty minutes!" She shook her head, grinning, hands on her hips. "Excellent. I was worried I looked like a weird asshole for a minute there."

Edér laughed aloud at last, and held out his hand in greeting. "Edér Teylecg. Although y' may as well just call me Nineteen."

"Axa Mala." He felt soft, fine fur in his hand when she shook it, and with it an extremely confusing mix of emotions. The elf behind her introduced himself as well, as Aloth Corfiser, before she continued. "Nineteen, huh. You mean to say you think you're next?"

Edér smiled sadly, looking up at his friends and neighbors in the tree. "May as well be. Eighteen's my former captain in the war. Was my headman on the farm till Raedric put 'im up there for darin' to stand up for us. For me." He squinted back down at the little woman, clenching his pipe between his teeth. "Bein' honest though, way you were carryin' on with the magistrate the other day, I can't see you makin' it much further than, oh, 22, 23, tops. You seem like the sort of lady likes t' get involved."

She really did, too. For the first time since they'd started talking, her gaze met his, and the intensity of her bright violet eyes almost made him want to look away. Not quite. But almost.

She had a strange, guarded look on her face as she peered up at him. "Do you know what a Watcher is?"

Edér choked on his pipe smoke. This little gal was full of surprises.

---

"Caed Nua, huh? ...Haven't thought about that old place in a long time. Man such as Maerwald, there might be things I wanna ask him. Don't know why I never thought of that."

Obscured One, you have truly outdone yourself this time, Axa mused, a slow smile spreading across her face. This was what she'd been missing after her expulsion: A mission, a purpose, a destination in life.

I was ready to die, and you gave me this gift: an absolutely insane convoluted nightmare scenario, compelling me to try to make sense of it... and in doing so, requiring me to stay alive. I am truly grateful. She closed one eye, sending her prayer to Wael.

It was remarkable how much better she felt just knowing what was wrong with her, having a name for it. Watcher. The knowledge presented new challenges, certainly, but at least now she knew what she was up against. And she even had a tangible, short-term goal in mind:

Get to Caed Nua. Find the Watcher, Maerwald.

The blond folk, Edér, scratched his bristly beard while he thought about her offer. But she could tell he'd already made up his mind. This couldn't go any other way. She'd seen him in her dream, alongside Caldara. A clear sign! This was meant to be!

...Okay, maybe she was taking it a bit too far there.

"I dunno about settin' out with a couple of strangers. Strange strangers at that." He glanced at Aloth and grinned apologetically. "No offense, cousin."

"I'll vouch for him," Axa smiled, stretching, preparing for the work ahead of her. "It's me you have to watch out for."

Aloth shrugged. "Either way, you're probably better off out there with us than here, being sized up for a noose by every other neighbor."

"Can't argue with that. Aw, what the Hel. Sure, I'll do some sightseeing with you folks." Edér grinned at the two of them, his broad, ruddy face brightening considerably. "Where's our first stop on this little roadtrip? We're buyin' supplies, I suppose?"

Axa winced, clutching at her sad, barren little coinpurse. "Uh. Listen... About that--"

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#pillars of eternity #fanfiction #fanfic #poe anthem infinitum #watcher #watcher axa #aloth #eder

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The Tsunogomi Institute, Scene 1 Being Paired

Elmira stands in front of a mirror. She runs her hand through her long white hair. Her canine ears twitch, and her white bushy tail wags inside her dress. She stares into her own dark blue eyes and then at her smooth pink cheeks. She rubs her soft hairless arms. Well, this is it. When I walk out that door, they will lay the rest of my life out for me. She shakes her head. I’m doing this to keep us all together. It must be like this. She sighs. Why am I nervous?

The door to the bathroom opens, and a short girl with white hair, pig-tails, and sky-blue eyes pops in. “Hey sis, it’s your turn. Everyone’s waiting.” She grabs Elmira’s hand, pulling her along.

“I know Eliza, I just feel weird, that’s all,” She says.

Eliza turns around and smirks. “Really?” She shrugs. “Look, Tsunogami has been matchmaking for decades. They’re dedicated to the mutual happiness of both human and aminoid.” She points at Elmira saying, “And they’re the ones that can back up that promise.”

Elmira pushes her sister’s hand aside, “I get it, you don’t have to give me my pitch.”

Eliza pulls out her phone from a pocket in her dress and shows her a short video. On it is a blue-haired woman in sunglasses holding a folded cane. “… Basically, I’m looking for a best friend that can help me out a little,” the girl says.

Eliza’s tail bats her sister’s leg. “Her name’s Julia. Isn’t she cool?” Elmira smiles slightly, then nods. “They paired Elijah with a super pretty girl who just had the bad luck of getting in a car accident. Even Ellis got a girl who wants to go camping and stuff but can’t drive because her epilepsy came back.”

That’s a relief, Elmira thinks. I would hate to have pushed everyone into taking care of someone only to hate who we paired them with. “Yeah, at least we get to be a family. I hope the humans will like each other.”

Eliza pouts. “Oh, come on. They will. And your guy is gonna be handsome, and tall, and have a nice hard body. You’ll see.”

Elmira laughs. “You’re so childish, you know that?”

“Well, I know for a fact he’s only sixteen.” Eliza licks her teeth after making the comment. “I can’t wait to see him.”

“As long as he’s not a perv, and has a healthy idea of love, I honestly don’t care,” Elmira says walking to the main room.

“And I took that to heart too,” a red-haired woman says. “Your human will turn sixteen in two days, the day he arrives.” This is the minimum age they can match an aminoid with a human by the Tsunogami institute.

“Thank you Annabelle,” Elmira says shaking her hand. “I know I was demanding.” She takes a breath. “When did you match us?”

Annabelle smiles. “Are you kidding? I matched you two first, almost two years ago.” She picks up a remote. “I matched your other siblings around him, so you all could still be close like you wanted.”

Elmira raises her hand. “Can I see as much of his interview as I want?”

Annabelle laughs. “Don’t worry.” She leans toward her. “I’ve seen a lot of guys come through here, but Billy is a rare treasure. I’ve never felt as strong about any match in my career as I do about this one.” She nods. “And yes, I have a few clips from his interview I wanted to show you.”

Annabelle turns on a fifty inch TV screen. On it, a boy rocks back and forth, “I made coffee.” He stops and mouths with his hand in front of his face, “Oh, introduction, yeah.” He nods, “My name’s Billy.” He raises a finger and bounces it up and down, “This is being recorded so I can’t hear you right now.” He stops, makes a fist, puts his hand down and rocks excitedly again, “I made my breakfast this morning.”

Eliza whispers in Elmira’s ear, “Yeah, and most of it is on his shirt.”

Annabelle stops the video and turns to her. “Hey.”

Eliza shrugs, “What, he’s a slob, and fat, and he has thick glasses, and hasn’t shaved in forever.”

Elmira throws her hands up, “Okay, we get it, you don’t like him. But I didn’t ask for a guy that looked great.”

Eliza balks, “Seriously? You’re hot enough to have any guy in the world, why would you settle for him? He’s ugly.”

Annabelle clears her throat, “She wanted a man that would value her, listen to her, and need her help, and not be overtly sexual. Billy is all of those things and then some.”

“Hmm,” Ellis says, tilting his head. He looks toward his sisters, and his hair swings behind him. He shrugs. “I like him. Despite the clear challenges he has, he’s still optimistic.”

“Oh, come on.” Eliza sighs. “He talks weird too.”

Elijah stands, unfolding his arms and putting in his pockets. The six foot four inch tall canoid looms over his little sister, “I would remind you, we signed up to help people who need it.” He steps back. “Not to mention, this is big-sis’ decision, not yours.”

Annabelle put a hand on Eliza. “He’s genuine, kind, and willing to help where he can. I’m surprised how rare that is. I know he may seem eccentric and I know you’re worried. But please trust me, he’ll grow on you.”

Eliza rolls her eyes, “Like a tumor.”

Elmira glares at her sister. “Thank you, Annabelle,” Elmira says looking bat to her. “Billy is cute, but I am a little worried about his maturity.”

Annabelle skips to another part of the video. “What is love to you, Billy?”

Billy points a down on his desk and bounces it up and down slowly while looking downward, “You have to tell the truth.” He also rocks and looks at the screen again. “And you can’t be tricking, it’s not nice. You need to talk about stuff you’re thinking about.” He stops rocking, putting a finger to his mouth. “You can’t be mean either, and you have to believe them.” He raises a finger and bounces his hand up and down, “You have to do stuff together.” He counts on his fingers while bouncing his hand, “You have to say nice things, You have to hold hands and hug a lot, you have to give each other stuff, and you have to do stuff for each other.” He points at the screen and holds it there, “But most important, you can’t give up. Giving up is bad.” He nods and looks from side to side, “Yeah, that’s love, all that’s love.”

Eliza furrows her brow, “What?” She shrugs. “I don’t understand what he said.”

Annabelle sighs and counts on her fingers, “You need honesty, integrity, communication, respect, and trust.” She folds her arms. “Then there’s the five love languages of quality time, auditory, physical touch, gifts, and acts of service. But none of these things matter without perseverance.”

Eliza shakes her head. “Yeah, and he expects her to do all the work.”

Elmira turns to her. “I don’t think so.” She tilts her head. “He's looking and pointing down.” She looks at Annabelle. “Was he reciting things he heard and expecting this of himself?”

Annabelle nods with a smile. “My thoughts exactly.”

Elmira smiles back, “I know I said I didn’t want someone who was…” She stalls.

Annabelle laughs and says, “Don’t worry, he has a drive. Both of his sisters confirmed this for me. He’s just private about it.”

Elmira shrugs. “All right, you win.” She sighs. “Billy will be my owner.”

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Bastard

This one is based off of the promo for 14x14. I know there have already been quite a few written for this promo, but this one was already half-written by the time I noticed that there were so many, so I just kind of went with it and finished it up. As I’m sure you can imagine, it gets a bit steamy, so steer clear if that’s not your thing.

Bastard

“Shepherd!” Amelia heard as she stepped out of her car in the Grey-Sloan parking lot. She rolled her eyes as she turned to face the owner of the voice that had called her name. “What’s got you coming in so late this morning?” asked a smirking Tom Koracick. “Crazy night of passionate love-making?”

Amelia gritted her teeth a bit as she paused before responding. As much as she wanted to snap back at him with some snarky retort, she was aware that he was only here as a favor to her (and possibly also because he was trying to get into her pants again), and she didn’t want to jeopardize his involvement in her project with some snippy comment made in the heat of the moment. Although he was probably more invested now that they had a promising idea, she still didn’t feel comfortable risking it. “No, just some bad traffic,” she said with a tight smile.

“What a shame,” he said. “If you’re going to be late, it should at least be for a reason that’s a bit more pleasurable. I could certainly make your mornings more pleasurable if you’d like.” She was narrowing her eyes at him now. There was only so much of this banter she could take without any reaction at all. “If you’re interested, you’re going to have to speak up soon, though. The sexy little intern has her eye on me. I’d prefer a mature woman who knows her way around the bedroom, but there’s only so long I can wait around when I know I have a hot piece of ass willing and available.” He knew exactly which buttons to push. Bastard.

“I think I’ll just stick to coffee in the mornings,” she said as she turned to walk past him and head for the door. “Please excuse me, Tom. I really need to get in there and get my morning rounds done. I’ll see you later today.”

“I hope to be seeing all of you later today,” he called after her. Amelia blushed. He had said that extremely loudly. She quickened her pace as she walked through the door, hoping nobody had heard his shouted remark. She continued to walk quickly as she weaved through the hallway and made her way toward the elevator. She wasn’t in the mood to hear Bailey complaining yet again about her tardiness. She closed her eyes briefly in relief as she arrived at the elevator doors right as a ding sounded to announce the arrival of the elevator car. At least something seemed to be cooperating with her today.

Amelia stepped into the crowded elevator, barely able to fit inside with all of the people that already occupied it. She turned to face the front and heaved a deep sigh. All of Koracick’s teasing and flirting for the past few days were making her really horny. It’s not like she wanted to have sex with Koracick again. That was a mistake that she didn’t care to repeat. Still, being around all of this talk of sex all day every day meant that sex was constantly on her mind, and since she wasn’t getting any at the moment, that meant that she was horny all the time. She was almost tempted to ask Maggie and Clive if they were up for a threesome. Except Maggie was like her sister, and that would be super weird and uncomfortable. No, definitely no threesome with Maggie and Clive. She was getting a bit desperate, but not that desperate.

Amelia was pulled from her thoughts by the sound of a rough, deep voice that was inches from her ear. Oh crap, Owen. The last thing she needed when she was horny in a public place was Owen’s gravelly voice in her ear. “What are you thinking about?” he asked, and she could tell by the tone of his voice that he was smirking a bit.

“Probably nothing you want to hear about,” she heard herself say before she could censor herself. Oh God, why had she been so forthright? Why didn’t she just make something up? Sometimes she really wished she were better at filtering her thoughts before they came out of her mouth.

“I’m sure that’s not true.” She could tell his smirk was getting bigger. He knew she was a bit flustered, and he was entertained. Bastard. “Come on, tell me what you’re thinking about.” His voice was low and sexy, and it was doing things to her body. She needed to do something to even the playing field.

“Sex,” she said bluntly. If he was going to play this game, she was going to play too. She could just barely contain the satisfied smirk that threatened to break out across her face as she heard him inhale sharply. “I’m thinking about sex all the time.”

As she spoke, his head dipped down to her head, a bit above her ear, and she could feel him breathing in the smell of her hair. Damn, he was gaining ground again. “I’m thinking about it right now,” he said. Well shit. Just like that, he was solidly winning this little game again. Mercifully, the elevator doors opened right as he finished speaking. She immediately stepped through the open doors, practically running to get away from one of the men who was messing with her libido this morning. “Have a great day, Dr. Shepherd,” he called after her. He was definitely still smirking. Bastard.

“Dr. Shepherd.” Amelia could hear a familiar voice calling her name as she rounded the corner in the hallway by the ED.

“What’s up, Owen?” she asked as she stopped and turned around to face him.

“Bello is on my service tomorrow, but Karev said you wanted her to scrub in on a surgery tomorrow afternoon. You can have her for all of tomorrow afternoon if you’d like. I should be able to make do with the residents I have.”

Amelia smiled softly. “Thank you, Owen,” she said. “I really appreciate it.”

He offered her a kind smile in return, but it quickly morphed into a smirk as he tilted his head to the right. She could tell that she wasn’t going to like whatever he was about to say. “Not a problem, Dr. Shepherd. Glad I could satisfy you.”

She said nothing, choosing to merely scowl at him before turning and walking away quickly. She was so focused on making her getaway that she didn’t see Alex Karev coming and crashed straight into his chest. “Jesus, Shepherd, where’s the fire?” he asked.

“Sorry, I didn’t see you there,” she said. She could feel her cheeks heating up as she struggled to deal with the frustration caused by Owen’s comments and her embarrassment at having just walked right into someone.

Alex furrowed his eyebrows at her flustered response. He glanced behind her, looking to see where she’d come from. He rolled his eyes when he spotted the retreating figure of Owen Hunt. “Were you and Hunt undressing each other with your eyes again?” he asked.

Amelia could feel her cheeks grow even darker than they had been. “What are you talking about?” she stammered.

Her question was met with another eye roll from Alex. “The way you guys have been eying each other for the last few days. The entire hospital has noticed it. Anytime anybody is in the same room as the two of you they leave feeling like they need to take a shower.”

Amelia glared. “Don’t you have some work you should be doing?” she bit out.

“That’s why I came to find you,” he said. “Koracick wants you to come down to the skills lab. He thinks he’s figured some stuff out.”

Amelia followed Alex through the door of the skills lab where Tom Koracick was waiting. “What have you got?” she asked, cutting straight to the point.

“An intern who wants in my pants,” he replied casually. Amelia’s head whipped left then right, checking frantically to make sure that neither Bello nor DeLuca were in the room for Koracick’s inappropriate comment. “Relax, Shepherd, neither of them are here. Which means I’m up for grabs at the moment. We could sneak back to that on-call room we used last time and work off some tension without anybody noticing we’re gone. Well, anybody other than our buddy, the mascot, here. But he won’t tell anybody, will you, Adam?”

Amelia could see Alex’s fist clench at his side. She knew she needed to cut off this line of conversation quickly. “Alex said you had something to show me. What is it?”

Koracick raised his eyebrows suggestively. “It’s nothing you haven’t seen before, but as I recall, it’s something that you were very satisfied with.”

“I’ve got somewhere to be,” Alex muttered gruffly before turning and stalking out of the room.

Koracick chuckled. “Wow, he scares easily. No wonder he’s in peds.”

Amelia rolled her eyes. “Seriously, what did you want to show me, Tom? I have patients to see, so I need to be getting out of here in a few minutes.”

Koracick pouted a bit. “Why so serious, Shepherd?” Amelia decided she’d get the best response if she said nothing. To her relief, it worked. “Alright, fine. I saw that you had biopsied the tumor, so I ran some genetic testing. I think I’ve found a neoadjuvant that could be effective. If we use a neoadjuvant to weaken the tumor, we might need a little less heat when we’re cooking it.”

Amelia nodded. “Do we already have the neoadjuvant in the hospital, or do we need to order it?”

“Already ahead of you, Shepherd,” said Koracick in that arrogant tone that had become his signature. “I placed the order a few hours ago, and it should be here in a couple days.”

“Thanks, Tom,” she said, already on her way to the door. “I’m going to go check on my patients. Let me know if you need anything else.”

“Just your panties on the floor of that on-call room,” he said with a large grin. She chose not to respond as she walked through the door and shut it behind her. She really needed to get on Tinder or something because Owen and Koracick had worked her libido into a hyperactive state between the two of them.

As Amelia made her way toward the elevator, her beeper chimed from its place in her pocket. Upon glancing at it, she noticed that it was a 911 page from Alex from a patient room on this floor. She was a bit perplexed. The pediatric ward wasn’t on this floor. She couldn’t imagine what emergency Alex would need her help with on this floor. Nonetheless, she reversed back down the hall and headed toward the room number he’d given her. She became even more confused when she arrived at the room. The room was dark, and nobody was around. She was just about to call Alex and ask him where he was, but before she could grab her phone, a hand reached out to grab her arm and pull her down the hallway.

As she stumbled down the hallway alongside the owner of the hand, Amelia turned to see who was manhandling her. “Alex,” she hissed. “What are you doing?” He said nothing as he pulled her the rest of the way to the on-call room. “What’s going on?” she tried again as he flipped the light on and pulled the door closed behind him.

Alex turned to face her and grabbed her shoulders. “Here’s the thing: I’m about to leave, and Hunt is going to be coming by here in a few minutes. Please put the rest of us out of our misery and do what you need to do.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” she asked.

Alex huffed. “What, do I need to draw you a picture? You two are going to bang each other so you stop acting all pissy and frustrated, so he stops being all broody, and so you both stop making everyone else in the whole damn hospital uncomfortable.” Amelia opened her mouth to say something, but Alex had already opened the door and begun to step through it. “Seriously, Shepherd. Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about. Just put on your big girl panties and take care of business. Well, I guess maybe you should take off your big girl panties.” She could hear him laughing as he closed the door. Bastard.

What the hell was she supposed to do now? Just sit here and wait for her ex-husband to walk through the door for their sex appointment? She felt strange and creepy just standing in here waiting for him. She was strongly considering leaving. Karev couldn’t be waiting outside the door, could he? No, of course he wasn’t. Who would wait outside the door of a room that he knew was about to be the location of some steamy sex? Especially when he knew that the people who were going to be having sex were his coworkers. No, Alex wouldn’t wait outside the door. The coast should be clear. Amelia opened the door to leave, but just as she was about to step through the doorway, Owen walked in. “Amelia, what are you doing in here?” he asked. “And where’s Karev? He said to meet him in here because he needed to talk to me.”

Amelia rolled her eyes. “He set you up. He set both of us up, actually. Apparently the whole hospital is fed up with us, and he wants us to do something about it.”

“Fed up with us how?” Owen asked.

“Apparently the entire hospital thinks there’s some sort of sexual tension between us, so Alex wants us to break the tension, so to speak.” Owen began to laugh. “Can you believe it?!” she asked. “This is ridiculous! We’ve basically been sent to the principal’s office by our coworkers.”

Now Owen’s soft laughter had become full-on belly laughs. “Really, Amelia?” he gasped out. “Have you ever been sent to the principal’s office to have sex before?”

“Well, not to have sex, but I did get sent to the principal’s office one time because the gym teacher caught me hooking up with-” before she could finish her sentence, his mouth was on hers. For a moment she was overtaken by surprise, and she stood there frozen as he slanted his lips over hers. Her mind caught up to her very quickly as his tongue slid into her mouth and grazed along her teeth. In a matter of seconds, she was reaching for his arms and pulling him closer so she could have a better angle to add her tongue to the mix. As their lips and tongues worked against one another, she could feel the frustration from all of the teasing comments she’d had to endure throughout the day come ripping through her. Just kissing wasn’t enough. She needed a whole hell of a lot more, and she wasn’t leaving the room until she got it. For the moment, she was willing to put aside her embarrassment that she was currently partaking in a sex appointment that had been arranged by one of her coworkers. She was a woman, she had needs, and she was going to take care of them.

She finally pulled back from the kiss, panting as her chest heaved. He was good at that. He was really good at that. She could think of a few other things he was good at. No longer able to control herself, she grabbed him by the hips and roughly ground herself against him. “Thinking about sex again, Dr. Shepherd?” he asked as she frantically continued to rub against him. He was teasing her about their encounter in the elevator. Bastard.

She did feel a bit of vindication when she heard his breath catch in his throat as she ground very slowly against his rapidly forming erection. It seemed like she wasn’t the only one who was thinking about sex. Mustering up all of the bravado she could in her turned-on state, she managed to pant out, “I don’t know, Dr. Hunt, what do you think?”

He smirked. “I think,” he said, grabbing her by the hips and leading her toward the bed in the corner of the room, “that you are wearing entirely too many clothes. We should fix that.” They both began to wordlessly divest themselves of their clothing. She had given momentary thought to trying to do a slow, sexy strip tease, but she quickly abandoned that thought as the sight of his naked torso increased the already desperate desire building within her. Within a couple minutes, they were both naked and standing beside the bed. They made eye contact for a split second before she pushed him onto his back and climbed atop of him.

Normally they started out slow and teasing, but she didn’t think she could handle that today. It had been far too long since she’d had sex, and her body was far too hungry for release. Today would need to be quick, hard, and passionate or she may actually lose her mind. She gave no warning before positioning his erection at her entrance and sliding down onto him until he entered her fully. “Jesus, Amelia,” he groaned, surprised at how quickly things had escalated. She gave him no time to adjust to the intense pleasure that was engulfing him as she quickly built to a steady pace that had them both breathless in minutes. “Amelia, I’m going to…” he trailed off, finding it difficult to speak amidst the waves of pleasure.

“Do it,” she rasped, continuing to slide her body onto his relentlessly. Ever the gentleman, he reached between them to slide a finger over her clit to ensure that her climax would follow closely behind his. Moments later, he moaned loudly as his orgasm tore through him, her moans intermingling with his as she also fell over the edge. She did her best to maintain her rhythm and draw out both of their orgasms, but she found it difficult to move her body in a coordinated fashion while the pleasure overtook her. Owen grasped her hips and did his best to help her along. Once they were both spent, she slid off of him and laid down next to him on the bed.

They laid next to each other for the next several minutes, content to lazily stroke each other’s bodies as they caught their breath. She wasn’t sure how long it was before he finally spoke up. “We should probably get up before someone comes in here or people wonder where we are,” he said, though he didn’t sound particularly enthused about the notion of moving.

Amelia nodded, though she was similarly unimpressed with the idea of leaving. “I think Karev has been running interference for us, but if the rumors are as bad as he says they are, there’s only so long we can be gone before someone figures it out.”

He chuckled. “Maybe we shouldn’t even try to hide it. Maybe we should go round two and make as much noise as possible so everyone knows exactly where we’ve been.”

She giggled at his suggestion. “Yes because I’d really love to find out how Bailey would react to two of her attendings having loud, screaming sex in the on-call room.”

“I suppose you’re right,” he said. “We should probably get dressed and get out of here before anyone figures out what we’ve been up to.” Slowly, they both stood up from the bed and began to sort out the clothes on the floor. Within five minutes, they were dressed and coming through the door of the on-call room. They stepped into the hallway and turned to go their separate ways, but Owen turned back to make one parting comment. He smirked, his eyes twinkling as he said, “At least when you’re horny in the elevator tomorrow morning I’ll know exactly what you’re thinking about.” He turned and scurried down the hallway before she could formulate a response. Bastard.

#omelia #omeliafic #omeliafanfic #amelia shepherd #owen hunt #alex karev #tom koracick #grey's anatomy #greys anatomy

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How Long Does It Take To Cure Tmj

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Checks and Balances.

Yes, yes, we’ve all heard the term. And, many of us even know that “Checks and Balances” are in the American Constitution and in the foundational documents of other nations as well. But why? Are they really necessary? Aren’t “checks and balances” simply something that “gets in the way” and “slows things down”?

Let’s see whether “Checks and Balances” are found in other types of systems. Consider a physical system. For instance, in your home, you likely have some source of electricity. Electricity is very useful. It can run refrigerators, TV’s, computers, water pumps, and toasters. If your home is to be safe, its electrical system includes fuses or circuit breakers. Why?

Basically, a fuse or circuit breaker is there to prevent damage. If you are running an electric motor; e.g., like a drill or a garbage disposal, the motor might get “stuck.” Without a fuse or circuit breaker, the motor will draw more and more current and burn out the motor. Wires can also become frayed, commonly due to rodents eating the insulation, which for some reason, they love. If wire insulation is too frayed, the two ends of a circuit can become directly connected (a “short circuit”) and since the resistance becomes nearly zero, the amperage rises tremendously causing more and more heat which can easily cause a fire.

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Home electrical fires in America account for an estimated 51,000 fires each year, nearly 500 deaths, more than 1,400 injuries, and $1.3 billion in property damage.

(See https://www.esfi.org/resource/home-electrical-fires-184 for more details).

Yes, electricity is a useful tool! But where there is power and energy, there is also danger. Power and energy must be limited. That’s why your home has fuses or circuit breakers. The idea is that the current must pass through the fuse or circuit breaker and if too much current starts to flow it burns out the fuse (typically a small piece of copper) or “trips” the circuit breaker causing it to shut off current. Your car also has fuses and for much the same reason.

Your automobile has many “checks and balances.” There is not only an accelerator; it also possesses brakes! Imagine a car that had an accelerator but no brakes. One of the scariest things that can happen when you’re driving is to have the accelerator get “stuck” in the accelerating position. It happened to me once. Even pressing on the brakes hard isn’t enough to slow the car. Or, at least it didn’t seem to do much for me. I was driving an automatic and needed to put the car in neutral. The engine still raced but at least the car slowed down. I kept tapping the accelerator with my foot and eventually it became “unstuck.”

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Nuclear power plants, elevators, cranes, and so on all have “Checks and Balances” built into them to minimize the chances of a catastrophe when something goes wrong.

Biological systems, however, sweep the Academy Awards in the category “Checks and Balances.” In fact, life itself can be thought of as energy systems with highly evolved “Checks and Balances.” These “Checks and Balances” happen at the chemical level, at the level of tiny organelles inside a cell, at the level of cells, and at the level of individual bodies such as you and I have. If we get too cold, our hair stands on end and we shiver. Those things warm us up. If we get too hot, we sweat and our skin gets flushed. These two things cool us down.

If our blood sugar level falls too far, we get hungry. We feel like eating. We eat. We digest food and our blood sugar level goes up. If it does up too fast, our body releases insulin which tends to bring it back down.

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By and large, these “Checks and Balances” work remarkably well. In some special circumstances, they fail for one reason or another. For instance, if we get addicted to opioids of any kind, we feel “better” after we take the opioids. We also become more “tolerant” of the drug. To feel “better” will require ever higher doses. When you quit, you feel worse and taking more of the drug makes you feel better.

For some, gambling, sex, alcohol, and crime itself can function the same way. Many who rob a liquor store are doing it to get the money. But some of the people who rob a liquor store are partly doing it for the thrill. They enjoy doing something criminal in and of itself. Similarly, greediness can serve as an addictive drug. Being unfair and cruel, for such people, is not just the means to an end (e.g., becoming richer). It is the end itself.

For such a person, taking more than their share of donuts isn’t just about having more donuts. The addictive joy is also in seeing others angry or miserable or hungry. The “Checks and Balances” in such a person are not working well at all. They need to wreak more and more cruelty on others in order to feel “okay” again.

As I’ve mentioned elsewhere, cancer is essentially greed at the cellular level. A cell somewhere in the body is no longer satisfied with its “normal” nutritional allocation. It is no longer content to perform its function as a muscle cell, brain cell, liver cell or skin cell. Instead, it “decides” that it will no longer perform its actual function. Rather, it is now “demanding” more and more resources from the rest of the body and its only function becomes increasing its own power and control over the rest of the body. Normally, cell growth and reproduction are also controlled by “Checks and Balances.” In fact, when cells become damaged and can no longer function, the body’s immune system normally recognizes that and destroys them. In cancer, however, the sick and greedy cell manages to “convince” the other cells that “everything’s normal” and those cancer cells grow without bound. As the tumor grows, it sucks up more and more of the body’s resources until the whole body dies — including, guess who? The ugly tumorous cancer cells grow without bound because “Checks and Balances” no longer work on them. Cancer cells cannot do anything “useful” for themselves. They are only able to suck value from the host body. So once they kill the host, cancer dies too.

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“Checks and Balances” are also meant to work in complex social and political systems. For instance, in a democracy, if people are elected and they provide no value to the political body they represent, they will be voted out, in principle. But what if instead of providing value to the body as a whole, they provide value to a very few, very rich people? What if, in return for funneling the resources to those very rich donors, the rich donors help make sure that the candidate gets re-elected — again, and again, and again — even though those politicians only benefit a few. “Checks and Balances” have now failed.

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One important society system of “Checks and Balances” is the legal system. Imagine that there were no legal system — no police, no judges, no prosecutors, no juries, no laws. Now, imagine that someone robbed you or harmed your children. What would you do? You wouldn’t go to the police because they wouldn’t exist in such a system. Or, worse, they would be utterly corrupt. Some people would “turn the other cheek” but most people would set out to seek their own justice. They’d steal something of equal or greater value. They would harm the law-breaker’s children. And, it would often happen that they would not only get “an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth” but they would try to get “two eyes for an eye” and “two teeth for a tooth.” And, without “Checks and Balances”, who would stop them? The kin of the first criminal would try to stop them and sometimes succeed and sometimes fail. Without agreed upon “Checks and Balances,” crime, violence, rape, theft, would continue to escalate.

Eventually, like cancer, the violence would die. There would be nothing left worth stealing; no-one left living to rape or kill. So, like cancer, the violence would destroy everything of value and then would fizzle out because there would be nothing left to “feed on.”

A functioning system of “Checks and Balances” results in houses that don’t burn down, bodies that grow strong and reproduce, and societies that prosper. What happens when we destroy the “Checks and Balances”? In the case of a house, in the old days, we could replace your fuses with a copper penny. A copper penny is much thicker than the thin wire in a fuse. It’s very likely we would end up burning your house down. Cells without “Checks and Balances” form cancer. People whose behavior lacks “Checks and Balances” become addicted, often to self-defeating behavior. Societies without “Checks and Balances” become, quite naturally, more and more unbalanced. This, in turn, leads to violent revolution (as happened in the American, French, and Russian revolution) or being overrun by other countries (as happened in ancient Rome).

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There are several main types of action that we can take to try to prevent the destruction of our own society. To the extent that any official “Checks and Balances” still exist, we can throw our own energy into slamming on the emergency brake. We can vote. We can encourage others to do the same.

We can try to “disconnect” the source of power from the “car.” We can push for impeachments, indictments, recusals, article 25 invocations. We can encourage others to do the same.

We can also try to perform actions that “should be” part of the normal “Checks and Balances” by ourself. If some group of people are being unfairly targeted for instance, we can go out of our way to make that unfairness less unfair. We can encourage others to do the same.

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If one group of people is amassing power and wealth in an uncontrolled fashion, we can individually resist letting more of our own power and wealth get into their hands. We can encourage others to do the same.

We can voice our opposition to a cancerous and corrupt system that has destroyed “Checks and Balances.” We can encourage others to do the same.

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A parable about the logical outcomes of unfettered greed and lying.

An essay about why cancer must die.

A Sci-Fi story about an AI system without proper Checks and Balances.

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Not Dead Yet (Part 31)

*friend: you busy?

me: *furiously writing crappy fanfiction*

me: ...no...*

Pairing: Reader x Peter Pan

Warning: language

“Y/N,” Devin found me relaxing in a cave, “You need to end this feud with Pan.”

“Not happening. Not until he admits he was wrong.” I muttered as I warmed myself by the small fire I had created. It had been pouring nonstop for a week. This cave was one of the few spots on the island that was dry anymore.

“What did he do that was wrong? Why does everyone have to suffer because you two idiots had a falling-out?” Devin shouted.

“You wouldn’t understand. Just trust me, I won’t let him do anything rash. A little rain isn’t the end of the world. Peter is just being dramatic as per usual.”

“Maybe you’re right. Now usually I’m on your side for most things but I am going to go insane if you keep this up. Just talk to the guy, something, anything, just stop this petty fight and let everyone else get on with their lives!”

“Devin, I love you like a brother, so believe me when I say this, I say it with love: Grow a pair, leave me be and stop complaining or I will rip you to ribbons with my teeth.”

“What the hell is wrong with you? What did he do that’s put you so on edge?” Devin stomped towards me unfazed by my threat.

“It’s none of your business! Now beat it!” I threw a rock at him. He dodged out of the way.

“Fine. Come find me when you’re done being a bitch.” he left the cave muttering obscenities.

I can understand that Devin and the other boys must be sick of this weather. It’s a downpour outside of my little cave. The ground was a mudslide with every step, rivers were deadly torrents, and the cold wind sliced right through the skin. This was the worst I had ever seen Neverland. Now I know I could end it and all it would cost was my pride. Things could go back to normal, I could play along and pretend that I am happy being Peter’s Lost Girl and life will continue on.

If I gave in now though who would I be? The obedient little pet that just rolls over when he throws a tantrum? No. I do not care how long it takes, Peter Pan will swallow his damn pride and apologize for what he said and admit he was wrong. If that means putting my friends and brothers through a couple weeks of rotten weather then so be it.

A gust of wind blew into the cave and extinguished my fire. “The least he could do is turn the heat back up.”

~~~

“So, you find Y/N?” Ben asked when Devin returned to camp.

“Yeah,” he ducked into the tent, “She’d hiding out in a little cave on the north side of the island.”

“We’re you able to talk her into ending her fight with Pan?”

“It’s Y/N. What do you think?” Devin huddled into himself trying to retain some body heat.

“Great. We’re going to be living in Never-Hell forever.” Nick muttered. “All this because Pan said he didn’t care about her? Geez.”

“Wait, what?” Ben and Devin turned to stare at Nick. “Is that seriously why?”

“I overheard their spat the night after the pirates invaded camp. I figured it wasn’t my place to divulge their problems so I didn’t say anything.” Nick trailed off as the other two glared daggers at him. “That was before things went south of course.”

“What I can’t wrap my head around is that Y/N would let this go on because Pan said something to hurt her feelings?” Ben scoffed, “The girl is a walking weapon with a hell of a temper and a superiority complex that rivals Pan himself. Is there something you’re not telling us, Nick?”

Nick gave out a long sigh. “If it wasn’t obvious already Pan and Y/N have a connection that goes deeper than we know. There’s something he really trusts her with and she trusted something in him. When he said he didn’t think anything of her she took it kinda personally.”

“It’s a lie. We see how they are around each other.” Devin groaned, “Why can’t see she that?”

“She does. She knows he’s lying or in denial or whatever.” Nick rubbed his temples, “That’s the whole reason she’s doing this. Y/N wants him to admit that he was wrong when he said she was nothing more than another recruit.”

“So we’re waiting for one of the two most stubborn people in the universe to go running back to the other with their tail tucked between their legs?” Ben started to laugh. His laugh spread to the others and soon all three were in stitches. “We’re gonna be living in this rain for years aren’t we?”

“Probably.”

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I left the cave to find some food. Filling my belly with imaginary food was taking it’s toll and I needed some real grub. The trees were too slippery to climb and all the berries washed off the bushes. Time to do some fishing.

I went back to camp and grabbed a net. “Here I was hoping you were dead.”

“Nice to see you too, Felix.” I went to the nearest stream. “Care to help me?”

He took one side of the net and hopped across to the other side of the stream. The rush of water tried to swipe it away but we held it tight. “Where have you been hiding?”

“Felix,” I blinked through the rain drizzling in my eyes, “I know you don’t care. I also know that you wouldn’t help me in anyway that doesn’t help you. What do you want?”

“Talk to Pan.”

“No.”

“You tumor with breasts, the island is going to flood if you keep this up!” He snarled at me.

“No, the island is going to flood if Peter keeps this up. He’s the one that’s making it rain. You want this to end? Talk to him.”

“You don’t think haven’t already tried? If it’s impossible to talk sense into you imagine trying to reason with him?”

“I know. Trust me, I know.” I started to pull up the net out of the water, “But I don’t control him.”

“Are you so sure about that? Look at this rain!” he swept an arm through the air. “This is all because of you!”

“What do you--” I stopped myself, “The rain stopped.”

Felix noticed as well. Not even a drizzle. We let the net wash away with the stream and ran back to camp. The other boys left their tents to admire the lapse in the downpour. “Happy? The rain stopped.” I pat Felix’s shoulder, “Now I’m going to go find something to eat like I planned.”

“Y/N”

“Yeah?”

“You’re the worst.”

“And you need to come up with some better insults.”

With the rain gone and the island started going back to normal. It was warm again, the rivers were calm, the land was drying up so you weren’t slopping through mud everywhere. Surprisingly enough though no one had seen Peter.

Apparently after the rain started Peter just vanished. I wonder what made him stop making it storm. Surely if he had gotten over things then I would have seen him around the camp. With or without Peter life back at camp evened out. I was sleeping in my tent again which beat lying on a dank stone floor.

Finally one night I was tucked away and snug in my tent. I was in that sweet spot between sleep and awake, where you can tell you’re starting to dream. Things were warm, I was content, then there was a whisper.

My eyes snapped open. I looked around my little dark tent but nothing was there. Must have been the wind. I laid back down to go back to sleep when I saw a shadow pass by. Someone’s out there. I reached for my dagger just in case.

“Y/N…” Peter’s voice was outside my tent. “Are you asleep?”

I let out a breath of relief and put the dagger back. Now he shows up? In the dead of night when I’m trying to get some rest? Seeing as how I am still not speaking to him I was prepared to ignore him and go back to bed.

“Y/N, I’ll let you sleep for a month if you just talk to me for two minutes now.” he said. There was something gentler about the way he spoke that made me ignore my better judgement and stick my head out of the tent. He looked genuinely surprised that I paying any attention to him and just stared at me. I gave him a look as if to say, ‘start talking or I’m going back to sleep.’ “Don’t push me away." He held my face in his hands kissing me deeply.

What the hell does he think he’s doing?

I moved to push him off when a picture flashed before my eyes except it didn’t feel like a picture it was more like a memory. But it wasn’t any of mine. It was the fight with the pirates. I was wielding a sword instead of my club. Everything was going by so fast it was like a blur. Then it stopped, the eyes I was seeing out of were staring at...me. It was me in the white chemise, a sword being pushed through my back and out of my stomach before it was ripped out again. Then just like that everything went pitch black. All I could make out were shadows against more shadows. It began to melt away. I saw myself again lying on the ground red drenching the chemise, Felix next to me looking as scared as I ever saw him. The scene shifted, I was at Peter’s Thinking Tree. Staring down at my blood drenched hands. I scrubbed them raw until all the blood was gone but even with it no longer staining my fingers it was like it was still there. That ugly red shade still blaring back at me.

Peter let go of me and the memory ended. “Why did you show me that?” I spoke to him for the first time in over a month.

“Why do you think? I trust you.” he caressed my face. It was now that I really got a good look at him. Everything about him seemed tired. When was the last time he slept? The boy looks like he’s about to keel over. “And I need you to understand that what I said to you that night we moved camp it wasn’t true. I was angry and tired and worried and I shouldn’t have said what I did to you.”

“What made you change your mind?” I brushed the hair away from his weathered eyes.

“It took some time but I came to terms with the fact that if there is anyone in this world that is more headstrong than me it’s you. That being said an eternity could have gone by before one of us did anything. So while I suppose you won this round I’m counting it as a personal win because I am choosing to be the bigger person.”

I shook my head with a chuckle, “You really cannot be humble, can you?”

“What do you want me to say?” He avoided my gaze instead focusing on how he was fiddling with my fingers.

“You’ve had over a month to think about it. You know what you have to say.”

“You didn’t understand it enough from the memory?”

“I’m not forgiving you until you say it.”

“Fine.” He squeezed my hand, “You’re important to me.”

“Good, but not what I was looking for.”

“It’s what you’re getting.”

“Not good enough. Say it.” I bumped my nose against his, “Say it.”

“Will that please you, your highness?” he ground out.

“Immensely.” His eye started to twitch. He muttered something under his breath. “What’d you say? I didn’t hear you?”

“I was…” he trailed off again.

“If you don’t say it I’m going back to bed.”

“Sweet lord above,” he seethed, “I was wrong! I’m sorry! I didn’t crack open the island to get rid of the pirates. I don’t think you’re just some replaceable Lost Girl. You are the most infuriating being I have ever had the misfortune of knowing but despite it all, despite the daily hell you put me through with just silence, I want you at my side. Not just as a confidant or a Lost Girl but as my friend. Was that what you wanted to hear?”

I enclosed my arms around him without hesitation, hugging him tightly. I swallowed back the lump in my throat and whispered, “Yes.”

He relaxed against me bringing a hand up to cradle the back of my head, “Does this mean you’re done ignoring me?”

I gave out a long sigh, “I hate you but there are times that you truly surprise me Peter Pan. So yes, I’m done ignoring you.” He made it very easy to hate him but it took a lot more to stay angry at him. In the end I was just waiting for the moment to welcome him back into my day.

“Oh thank you gods.” He gave out a groan of relief. “Now that that is settled, come here,” He pulled me in closer. I let out a short laugh before he smothered it with a kiss. We stumbled back into my tent.

He was laying on top of me not even giving me the chance to breathe before he was sliding his hands against the hem of my shirt. “Not wasting a second are you? I just forgave you. You think that’s an invitation?”

“Do you want me to stop?” he murmured against my neck.

“Lord no. I’ve missed this too, y’know.”

He grinned down at me before running his hands up under my shirt. His touches were gentle and tickled my skin. His lips left mine as he rolled my shirt up and off. He pressed kisses from my collar bone down my sternum, stopping at where my scar blemished my skin before kissing that as well. The soft sound of his voice whispering ‘I’m sorry,’ between kisses. I pulled his face back up to mine to hear them better.

I reached for his own tunic. He leaned off me long enough to remove it before pressing against me again. I was able to feel every curve, bump, dent in his skin. I didn’t realize I was starved for this kind of intimacy until it was in my reach again. Speaking of intimacy. “That didn’t take long did it?” I let out a hushed groan when his hips rolled against mine.

“I’m making up for lost time.” the whispers were gone replaced with the familiar growl I knew and loved.

“Lost time?” I raised an eyebrow at him, “Like you weren’t off doing this exact same thing with barmaids over the past couple of weeks.”

“I wasn’t.” he breathed into my ear, “Why would I go off to find some girl who doesn’t know what she’s doing when I have you right here?”

“Well doesn’t that make me feel special?” I chuckled.

“It should,” he gave me a particularly hard thrust. He caught my moan against his mouth. “Shh, you gotta be quiet pet. Don’t want the whole camp to know what we’re up to, do you?”

“Peter,” I gasped when he reached for the edge of my pants, “I forgive you and I am loving this right now but you do know that isn’t happening tonight, right?”

He let out a disgruntled groan before dropping his entire weight onto me. “Oof! P-Peter, can’t breathe…”

“Damn you temptress.” he mumbled into my shoulder, “I admitted I was wrong, what else do you want? How long must I wait?”

“As long as I say.” I kissed his temple with a giggle, “Still wanna make out?”

“No. You probably want to get to sleep.”

“Maybe before you came by and woke me up.”

“No no, I should let you get back to your beauty sleep.” he started to pull on his tunic. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“You get back here and finish what you started!”

“Night, Y/N.” he disappeared out the tent flap.

“Asshole.” I collapsed back against the ground floor. Despite the abrupt end to our make up I found my face splitting with a smile.

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People don’t understand what it’s like to be diagnosed with a brain tumor.

The nurse, Cheryl, held my hand as she delivered the news a couple months ago. I tried not to focus on what she was saying, focusing more on the dark shadows under Cheryl’s eyes, her messy brown hair, and the flowers on her scrubs. Anything other than the diagnosis.

My mom cried, which isn’t a big deal since my mom cries everytime she sees a stray cat or one of those animal shelter commercials comes on, with pictures of sad animals and sad music playing in the background.

Then my Dad left the room, and came back with red-rimmed eyes and his hair parted like he’d been rubbing it with his hand. That was a big deal. I’d never seen my Dad cry.

I stayed stony during the whole ordeal, stony as I learned that the tumor was inoperable because it was on my brain stem, and that my only treatment option was chemotherapy and steroids, the former of which I’ve since learned will leave you with a horrid taste in your mouth, and the latter which makes your face swell, and neither of which will save me, just prolong my life a little bit.

Up until I started having headaches and they scheduled my MRI, which was pretty scary and led to my diagnosis, I knew next to nothing about cancer. All I knew came from charity television commercials that made my mom cry, featuring cute little kids with big smiles and bald heads as some celebrity with blinding teeth talked about how, for just nineteen dollars a month, you can help them in their ‘courageous’ fight.

I don’t feel like my fight with cancer has been courageous. I just feel like it made me miserable.

I’ve finished my last round of chemo - and experienced all the side effects, everything from bald patches to bad tastes in my mouth to so much missed schoolwork that I’ve been forced to start ‘alternative schooling’, which basically means I do all my school online because they don’t want the dying kid to come to school.

My mom has been researching various ‘next steps’ in treatment in places like Belgium and Italy, with big promises and pricetags to match, and no history of working.

My Dad has been taking as much overtime as possible. He says it’s because we need the money for medical expenses, but I honestly think it has more to do with his crying wife and balding teenage daughter.

I can’t blame him, I’ve also been desperate for an escape ever since I first heard the news about my cancer.

Thankfully, I’m getting my escape next week. Almost immediately after I started chemo, the Wish Granters were contacting us. I felt like some dying animal, like they were vultures circling me.

They asked me what my biggest wish was, and I answered immediately the wish I’d had for years - for me and my best friend Sara to go on a road trip from Ohio to Florida. Not to go to DisneyWorld or any normal wish like that, but to see a palm tree. I know I could see them in places other than Florida, but Florida is part of the magic of the wish. Ever since I was little my Grandma told me stories about how she fell in love with palm trees as a little girl growing up in Florida.

I know, it doesn’t sound too interesting. Trust me, I’m just not telling it right. My Grandma’s one of those people where, every time she tells you about something she loves, you find yourself falling in love with it too. Whenever she talked about palm trees her blue eyes would light up and she’d look so happy, so enchanted by the mere memory of those trees. I made her promise when I was five that when I was older she’d take me to Florida to see the palm trees, but she had an aneurysm the following year, so it felt oddly fulfilling that my last wish would be spent on visiting the palm trees.

Of course, my parents had offered throughout the years to take me to Florida, but the main objective was never the palm trees. It was always a ‘we’ll stop and see the palm trees on the way to an amusement park’, and I knew that wasn’t what Grandma would’ve wanted.

Once I finished chemo the doctors became pretty powerless. All they could do was ‘manage my pain’, so I played up the last dying wish thing and got an okay from my doctor. I mean, I was already terminally ill, what worse could happen to me on a road trip? After I got the okay from them, I convinced my Dad, who convinced my Mom.

The only problem is that the day I got the okay from everyone on my wish was the day after I started ‘alternative schooling’ and the day Sara texted me to tell me she couldn’t handle staying friends with me anymore, the worrying about me as too stressful.

Apparently it was easier for her to block me on social media and me be dead to her during my last months alive than to have to face my actual death.

So, I’m without a driver, and I’m supposed to leave in four days.

I haven’t talked to my Mom about Sara yet. I know that she would immediately offer herself as a replacement, and that’s not what I want. I love my Mom, of course, don’t get me wrong, but she has a tendency to worry, and when you mix that in with a daughter with cancer? You get a lethal combination that would not be safe to have on a long road trip.

I spoke to other people about coming, but I felt distant from all my school friends - they complained about boys, while I complained about my prognosis - and the trip felt just too… special to include them in. I felt like they’d dim the magic and the memories.

I had no idea who to take on a cross country road trip. Who do you even ask when you’re the school freak?

That was when it hit me.

The other school freak.

Read the rest of chapter one, as well as all the other chapters I write : https://www.wattpad.com/354121458-the-road-trip-chapter-1

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