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your-1up-girl · 3 years

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Once Upon A Dream (Hera x Ventus)

Uhhh....okay so this wasn't supposed to post until the 31st but I must have gotten the queue wrong soooooo. Have an early gift.! I dedicate this fic to the very lovely and absolutely gorgeous @sammilimyy! Why do you ask? Because it’s her birthday (I'm early sorry)!!! I was so inspired by your royal/fantasy AU with Hera and Ven that I just had to write a fanfic for it. Now this is basically inspired by a certain movie from a certain company that shall not be named out of fear they will take this down, but if you know the song then you know the movie. I hope you like it Sam (and I hope that I got it on time for your b-day) have a happy and wonderful birthday!

Word Count: 4339

Pairing: Hera (OC)/Ventus (Kingdom Heart)

Warnings: Nothing but pure fluff! I hope you have a good Dentist Sammi, cuz this thing is gonna give you cavities!!!

It was happening again. This dream she found herself in was coming to her with much more frequency now. Always in this dream, Hera would find herself wandering through a forest where the birds graced her ears with beautiful melodies and the way the light filtered through the trees was practically angelic. In this dream, she would always wear a tea-length dress so it would not drag against the soft grass and dirty the pristine fabric. Said dress was adorn in mute yellow skirt and bodice with pale pink trimming and a bow in the back. It flowed with grace as Hera continued barefoot down the unmade path. A path she has taken several times before.

At this point she would reach a clearing where the trees created a canopy of sorts and the brush and wildflowers bloomed and grew with no outside interference. Standing in the middle of this clearing was a figure. It always looked like the spirit of a young boy. Someone who Hera would guess was about her age but taller than her. He had spiky hair and clothes that looked different from that of what she had seen in the nearby villages of the kingdom. As he turned to face her, she could see the phantom of a smile on his face but never his actual features. Soft music would fill the air as they approached each other and they began to dance. The soft whips of his fingers held her waist as they twilered and glided across the grass. They could never speak to each other but they could laugh. And Hera thought his laugh was better than any orchestra in the world.

Despite never speaking to this boy and only sharing these dances, Hera had fallen for this mysterious stranger. It was a dream, but in her heart, it all felt completely real. This boy was out there. At this point, after they had their dance, the music would end and Hera would wake up to the knocks of her Lady in Waiting telling her to start the day; but this time was different. For just a brief moment, when Hera looked up and faced the spirit, she could see him. It was still in a ghost like form but his features were there and she took it all into memory. The bangs across his forehead, the goofy yet loving smile he wore, and most importantly the shadowy blue eyes that looked back at her. He had never appeared tangible to her once during these late night rendezvous but after seeing him in this apparariton form, Hera knew. She was completely in love.

Hera woke with a start in her bed. The sudden movement had scared her Meow Wow Polly and her friend Naminé who was drawing the curtains to let light enter the room.

“Your Grace, you’re awake.” The Lady in Waiting spoke once the initial shock faded. “I knocked on the door to wake you, but you didn’t respond. Then, when I came in, you had the most peaceful smile on your face that I didn’t want to wake you just yet.”

Hera held her heart as Naminé spoke, remembering the dream once more. “Did you have another dream about him?” Naminé sat on the bed next to the princess as Polly let out a small whine and cuddled back into her owner.

“Yes, I did. We danced like we always do. But this time,” Hera paused as her smile became more giddy, “This time I saw him, Naminé.”

Naminé wore a similar smile at this development, “Really! That’s wonderful Princess. What did he look like?” Hera adjusted herself on the bed so Naminé could begin taking her hair out of the braids she wore to bed.

“Well, he still looked like a ghost of sorts but his facial features were there and not just a blank face. He had the most beautiful blue eyes, Naminé.” A love-struck sigh left Hera’s lips, “It was like looking into the night sky itself.”

“You are absolutely smitten with this boy. Do you think he’s real?”

“Why else would he appear to me in this dream? And remember, this isn’t the first time I’ve seen him.” Hera got out of bed and walked out onto the balcony. She leaned on the stone railing and gazed out into the horizon; her nightdress flowing in the early morning breeze. A sigh of doubt escaped her, “Naminé?”

Her Lady approached, “Yes Princess?”

“Answer me honestly, please. Do you think that boy is out there? Am I foolish to think that he could exist?”

Naminé’s eyes softened at her friend's sudden realization that this could all just be a dream. She held Hera close and spoke, “I think that in a world where magic exists and mythical creatures are a prominent part of our lives, having recurring dreams about a mysterious boy is calm by comparison.” This made Hera laugh, “I think he’s out there my Princess. If this truly is love that you feel, then you will both find your way to one another.”

After that, the day continued on as normal. Naminé helped Hera get dressed for the morning. Hera went to her lessons with Eraqus, the king. His lessons involved looking after the kingdom when she eventually came to rule. She had Keyblade training with Young Master Riku, Naminé would always remain close by during these lessons as the Lady in Waiting was very smitten with the Keyblade Master. And on this particular day, she ended her training with Master Aqua. The sworn protector of the Princess, Aqua specialized in magic and was well versed in wielding a Keyblade. She would teach Hera about combining magic into her basic attacks. However, Aqua took notice that Hera was not as focused as usual.

“Is there something bothering you Hera?”

“Huh? No Master Aqua, what makes you say that?” Their keyblades dissipated into the air signalling that they were done for the evening.

“It’s just that you haven’t been as focused as you should be during your lessons. And it’s not just with me, the King has noticed you’ve been more aloof with your teachings. Merlin has taken notice as well and so has Riku.” Hera hung her head in shame, should she tell Aqua about the dreams and the young boy? No, surely she would think the Princess crazy for looking into something like dreams. And falling in love with an apparition whom you don’t even know the name of would get her a lecture from the King. Hera couldn’t come up with a response quick enough but Aqua took the silence as something different. “You seem so worn out. Maybe you haven’t been getting enough sleep?”

At that, Hera’s head shot up, “Yes! Yes Master Aqua, that’s exactly it!” The sudden change in demeanor startled the blue haired Master from her train of thought. “I’m just so tired as of late Master Aqua. I think it would be best if I went off to bed now even. I had my dinner sometime before training so I’m not hungry.” Aqua blinked a few times. Hera seemed...excited to go to bed? It was an odd development in her attitude for sure but it seemed to be an improvement to what it was before so Aqua let it slide for now.

“Of course Your Grace, I’ll send for Naminé to meet you in your chambers to assist you for the night. Sweet dreams Princess Hera.” It was hard for the young girl to contain her excitement and Aqua could have sworn she heard a whispered, They will be as Hera passed.

Naminé carefully brushed Hera’s hair in the large bed of the royal chambers. Both girls wore their nightgowns and were discussing the events of the day. Polly sat comfortably in Hera’s lap, listening just as intently as if she were to join the conversation at any moment.

“I couldn’t help but notice that you were paying extra attention to Master Riku’s lessons today.” Hera jested with her best friend; a smirk proudly displayed on her face.

“At least one of us was.”

“Hey! Naminé!” The Princess turned to push the blonde girl as they both laughed in the empty, fire lit room. “He likes you, you know.”

“Oh please, I’m just a maid, he wouldn't like me.”

Hera thought about this for a moment as Naminé worked an intricate updo into the Princess's hair for the night. She could tell her friend was discouraged by this separation of class so she tried to lighten the mood, “If he rejects you, I’ll have him beheaded.” Naminé nearly choked on her own saliva and snorted out a laugh. Having accomplished her mission in making her friend laugh, Hera joined as well.

“As kind as that is, please Hera, don’t kill anyone on my behalf.” Naminé was grateful for the joke and Hera enjoyed the lack of formalities with her best friend. The conversation continued in this matter but before Naminé got up for the night, Hera asked her a question.

“You want me to draw you a picture?”

“Yes, please, if it’s not too much to ask?” Naminé, not wanting to refuse her friend or the Princess, took a piece of parchment from the desk, some graphite, and a flat board to give her some stability and joined Hera back on the bed.

“Alright Hera, what is your request?”

“I want you to draw the boy from my dreams.” Big, pleading blue eyes met confused blue ones as Naminé took in what Hera asked.

“I-Your Grace-Hera, you know that I don’t know what he looks like, yes?”

“Oh, I know. That’s why, you’re going to sit next to me and I’m going to watch you draw as I describe him to you.” Hera grabbed the pillow next to her and made room for her friend and tapped the spot. A small smile adorned the Lady’s face as she made herself comfortable and ready for the long night ahead of her.

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Meanwhile, in the outskirts of the Kingdom, some yards away from the borders, a young farm boy sat upon the roof of his home looking at the horizon as the sky changed from warm tones to cool blues and the stars greeted him for the night. He came to look out into the sky when he needed to clear his head. And after having a busy day of training, fram work, and running errands, Ventus was in need of a small break. Not to mention that this moment alone gave him some time to think about the spirit girl he saw in his dreams. At first, Ventus just blew it off. Strange dreams happen all the time, take ‘em with a grain of salt. But then, she kept coming back, the same girl, in the same forest, with the same dress, and the same beautiful smile. God that smile. It was barely noticeable with the form that she took in his dreams but Ven was in love with it nonetheless.

He chuckled to himself. There I go again, Terra would have a fit if he could hear me. Falling in love with a forest spirit just because she danced with you in a recurring dream was ridiculous. Right? Ventus sighed and ran a hand through his hair, groaning when he had to pick more sticks out from when he fell herding the animals earlier. That girl made sleeping more exciting yet also somewhat frightening. Why did he see her all the time? Was she some sort of nymph? Was she even real? Would she love him back? And, why did he feel such disappointment if the answer was no? He didn’t even know this girl, and yet? Ventus put his hand over where his heart would be and gripped that part of his shirt. This girl had his heart and he didn’t know what to do about it.

“Ven? Ventus? Where are you?” Terra stepped out of the house to call for the young boy. It made Ven laugh just a bit. No matter how many times Ventus escaped to this spot, Terra never thought to check there. “Come on Ven, you’ll never get to be a royal guard if you don’t get a good night’s sleep!”

“And you will never be a detective if you don’t think to check in the obvious spots for the suspect.” Terra turned to see that Ventus was in fact, on the roof. They both shared a laugh and Ven made his way down. “If you keep yelling then you’ll wake the Tama Sheep and the Electricorn.” They both made it back inside the house and Ventus sat with a warm tea Terra had made. The young blond sat and stared at the tea with a look that was both focused and unfocused all at once.

“Hey Terra, do you believe in love at first sight?”

The brunette sat across from the boy and pondered the question, “I think it’s possible. I think that if someone really is the one then you’ll just know.”

“Hmm.”

“You thinking about your dreams again?”

“Yeah. It’s always with the same girl. She comes to that forest, doesn’t say a single thing to me, just laughs, and we dance. They’re getting more frequent and-” Ventus paused a small smile creeping onto his face.

“And?” With raised eyebrows, Terra waited for a response.

“And...I saw her face.” Ven couldn’t hide the smile or blush at this point and Terra’s eyes widened, not expecting that to be his response. “It was all ghosty and weird like the rest of her but I could see her eyes and the way they had so much life to them. I saw her and I just fell for her, Terra. Even more than I already am in love with her.”

“Does she look like anyone you know? Maybe it’s someone from the marketplace?”

“No, her clothes look different from that of the marketplace or even from the nearby towns. I could be wrong but they kinda look like a type of nobility.”

“Wow, look at you; dreaming about a Duchess.” It never crossed either of their minds as they drank the tea that the mysterious girl could have been a princess. Terra listened more to Ven’s recounting of dreams as it got a bit later. An hour had passed and the tea was all gone and both boys sat at the table trying to figure out what to do about the spirit girl.

“I think you should go talk to a woman who goes by Fairy Godmother. No one knows her real name but she is really good at figuring out people’s dreams. She lives on the far side of Traverse Town near the kingdom borders.” Ven listened closely. “If anyone can help you out, it’s her.” It was discussed that Ventus would take one of the Yoggy Rams and travel there tomorrow morning.

By early morning light, Ventus did just that. It was a long ride but not too tedious. Around mid-afternoon Ventus arrived at Traverse Town and began asking for this Fairy Godmother. Some people lead him to the back of the town where, in the middle of a water well, there was a house that was similar to that of a doll’s but less childish. Ventus carefully walked over the rocks with his Yoggy Ram to the front door and gave it a pensive knock. He waited no more than a minute when a kind looking older woman answered the door. She smiled at him like she was his grandson and enveloped him into a hug.

“Oh hello young man, it’s good to see you. Please, please, come in. Let your Ram drink from the water around my house. I don’t mind. I just prepared some warm milk if you would like some.” Fairy Godmother brought him into the quaint living room and he lifted the milk to his lips taking a sip. It tasted faintly of vanilla and hazelnut; it made Ventus smile. “So,” Fairy Godmother sat across from him in her own plush chair, “How can I help you dear.”

“My friend told me that you could help me with my dreams?”

She lightly laughed and placed her tea cup down, “Yes, he is correct; dreams tend to be my specialty. Tell me everything my dear.” Ventus did just that. From the smiles, to the laughs, and all the joy he felt in between. When he finished, he sat anxiously for the answer. “Hmm, this sounds like a very special girl.”

“She is Fairy Godmother.”

“But you have never seen her before?”

He hung his head, “No I haven’t Fairy Godmother.”

“And yet you’re in love with her.” There was no malice in this question and she asked knowing exactly what his answer would be.

Ventus sighed, the milk long finished as he searched for his answer, “I-Fairy Godmother, I know it sounds crazy to love someone you have never met but, my heart tells me that she is someone who I want to spend the rest of my life with. I don’t have much to give. I am a stable boy who is training for a guard position and doesn't have much control of his Keyblade yet and I can be kinda naive but I love her. More than anything.”

The Fairy Godmother smiled at his answer; it had exceeded her expectations. “That’s even better than what I had expected you to say.” She stood up and went to a bookshelf and handed him a map. A map of the kingdom more specifically. “You see this area?” She pointed to an unnamed forest that was about halfway to the castle and his ranch. “There is no name on the map but people call it The Somnium Forest. It’s a magical forest where people go when they need help in their lives. They say that it feels like time stops when you enter and no one leaves the forest unsatisfied. The inside of the forest, they say, never looks the same for one person.” She held Ventus’ hands in hers, “Tomorrow young man, I want you to go to the Somnium and walk around for a bit. I’m sure it will help you with your dreams.”

Ventus wasn’t sure how a forest would help, but he was willing to try. He gave the Fairy Godmother one last hug and left with his Yoggy Ram.

Returning to the castle once more. Hera walked around the grounds with more disdain than usual. Why? She didn’t dream about the boy. His picture was carefully placed in her tea-length dress pocket (courtesy of a very late drawing session with Naminé) but having the paper wasn’t the same as seeing him in her dreams. It had only been a day and yet it was enough to put her in an upsetting mood. It was to the point that she didn’t want to hang around the castle anymore. That was how she found her way to the library asking Merlin for his map of the kingdom.

“Any place you want to go, in particular Young Hera?” He asked with his usual chipper tone.

“No, just want to explore, get out for a bit.” Hera held her head in her left hand as her right hand grazed over the different locations of the map, pointer finger out. She could go to the castle town? No, that was far too close to home. She could go to the outskirts and explore the hills that acted as the land border on the west side? No, if she was gone for too long Aqua would have a fit. Her eyes noticed a forest and that peaked her interest. “Merlin, what’s this place?”

He adjusted his glasses, “Ah! You mean The Somnium Forest? It’s a place where dreams come true as they say.” He takes a sip of his tea, “People go in there and not one person leaves upset. Forest is magical.”

“A magical forest?” Hera could use some more magic in her life. And even if it wasn’t, having the comfort of a forest setting could give her some semblance of her dream. “Thank you for your help Merlin, could I trouble you to watch Polly while I’m gone?”

“Oh it would be no trouble at all Princess! I love the little thing after all. Come along Polly, let’s see what potions I can make to help Aerith in the garden.” The Meow Wow and the Wizard walked in tandem as Hera packed the map and made her way to the stables. As much as she wanted to leave with no one’s notice, the brunette unfortunately ran into Aqua.

“Oh Princess Hera, why are you heading to the stables?”

“I just wanted to take my Pegaslick and explore for a bit. I’m not sure when I will be back so can you tell Naminé that she has the rest of the day off? Maybe tell her to have some sweets with Master Riku.”

“Princess, by yourself? Are you sure you don’t want me to join you? I could quickly-”

“No, Master Aqua, I’m fine.” Hera didn’t feel good about brushing her Master and protector off but she needed to go to this forest. It was calling her the same way her dreams did.

She got to the stables and had the royal stable boy Prompto helped ready her Pegaslick. “The reins are all good, Your Grace, enjoy your ride.”

Hera took off after a quick thank you and without a second thought. It was difficult to ride while holding the map but after an hour, Somnium Forest greeted her. She got off the Pegaslick and decided to walk the remainder, her companion close to her side.

Upon entering, the Princess did feel different. There was a strong happiness that washed over her. The fresh smell filled her nose and the grass seemed so soft that she took off her riding boots, hanging them on the saddle and continued barefoot. Eventually, Hera found herself walking deeper into the trees but she couldn’t find it in herself to worry about getting lost. A part of her knew that she wasn’t. In fact, the way the trees and flowers created a path. And the light through the trees. Her dress flowing in the soft breeze and the birds. It all made her stop to pinch herself.

“This has to be a dream.” A whisper that she barely heard left her lips but the muzzle of her Pegaslick acted as a reasurace that this was all real. With a new found fervor, Hera kept going.

On the other hand, Ventus was having the same feeling of déjà vu; only he bounded into the forest with reckless abandon. All these trees, flowers, and rocks he rode past were familiar to him. And as he approached a clearing, he knew this was the moment of truth.

They stared at each other on either side of the clearing. Both shook with excitement but neither moved out of fear of breaking this perfect scene. Ventus had to get off his Yoggy Ram but his eyes never once left hers. Carefully, they approached and once they met in the middle?

“You-are you-?” Hera couldn’t speak. So overwhelmed with joy that he stood before her as a flesh and blood person and not just some apparition. Rather she took out her drawing from the dress pocket and held it up. “It is you.”

Ventus held her face and she leaned into his touch. He wiped a tear that fell from her eye and nodded his head. “The boy from the dreams? Yes, that’s me.” Hera dropped the picture and hugged him. Her arms around his middle and his holding her head into his chest.

“I thought you weren’t real. I thought the universe was playing a horrible trick on me.”

“I promise I’m real. My name is Ventus, and I have wanted this moment ever since that first dream we had.” The dropped drawing was retrieved and put back into her pocket.

“Ventus,” What a beautiful name, “I am Hera. Your voice is so wonderful! I’m so glad to finally hear it!”

“The Princess? I’m so stupid for not recognizing you sooner. I must say Hera,” Ven brushed her hair behind her ears, “The dreams don’t do you justice. I didn’t think there could be a blue more clear than the sky, yet your eyes puts it to shame.” Hera blushed and smiled, wiping some tears from her cheeks. “There is just one thing missing to make our dream a reality.” Hera tilted her head. What more could they want? “There may not be music but, may I have this dance?”

He was right, no music played in this forest, but Hera happily accepted his hand as they moved across the grass. The laughter sounded even better than any of the nights they shared.

Off behind the trees, Aqua watched with the purest expression. Against her better judgement, she followed the young Princess to see if she was alright. Once she saw Hera with this young boy she knew everything was fine.

“So, you followed her I’m assuming?” Aqua looked and saw Terra approach as he went to the spot next to her.

“Yes, and I take it that he is yours?”

“Yeah, less ‘mine’. I’m more of his friend slash guardian.” They watched the kids dance and laugh and converse in the clearing. Terra broke their silence again, “Ventus, he’s training to be a royal guard.”

“Is he now?” Aqua smiled as she knew where this conversation was headed.

“Yes, I’m just a stable boy like him but I did undergo some training as well. I teach him everything and he is a very fast learner. I don’t want to overstep my boundaries but, perhaps the Princess could use another personal guard?”

Aqua laughed and didn't take her eyes off of the lovely couple as, "Yes, I'm sure Her Majesty would love that."

#I hope I did your baby justice Sammi #I feel like the ending was kinda a let down but I hope you like it Sam!#I took what you said about Ven being inspired by Link and kinda added to that.#The only Link I know is from Twilight Princess so that is my inspiration. :)#but this was so much fun to write #as you can tell #I love fantasy/royal aus #and I am Hera's aunt so I thought this was fitting #Plus i wanted to do something nice for your birthday since you drew something for me #I'm just glad I wrote it on time #Hera x Ventus #kingdom hearts #ocs #original character #not my oc #my writing #OUaD #enjoy

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poisonpicked · 2 years

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Good morning/afternoon everyone!! Got a bit of free time today before I go see the new scream movie tonight so I’m gonna work on filling up the queue/getting some stuff answered until I leave. Just gonna work out and do a little self care then I’ll be around!!

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Get some memes from my boy Ajay HERE

Everything will more than likely be queued and how much stuff I manage to get thrown in there will decide what frequency the queue posts at.

#( ooc post )

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incorrect-pokemas · 2 years

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woa im already getting reqs, awesome! just some fyi:

- imma do your reqs asap as theyre given, but the post is gonna be queued and the queue is…very long…so it’ll take a lil while for it to actually be posted. if the queue ends up excessively long or i get a ton of reqs i’ll up the posting frequency and bump old requests up

- if you submit a full quote thru an ask, im gonna tag you in the post instead of answering the ask. if your ask is just requesting characters and not a quote i’ll answer the ask in the post. i have yet to figure out my way around submission features so this is the way its gonna be for now

- if i cant do screencap edits for whatever reason (most often the reason is that the characters don’t interact to my knowledge) i’ll probably sketch it out, but if it’s characters i’m not confident drawing i don’t really know what then lol. to make it easy on both of us, try choosing characters that you know interact at some point, thank you!

i’m excited to get this blog going, and i hope you look forward to it too!

#not a quote

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spencers-renaissance · 3 years

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I think I’m gonna take a brief hiatus from posting. I need to catch up on my writing and not feel so stressed about it, and I’m also not reading cm fanfic for pleasure any more — I just feel pressure to because of my FRFs.

I’ll probably still be lurking on tumblr and answering messages but I just need a bit of a breather because this headspace is just unhealthy. I’m gonna pin this post and reduce my queue frequency until I’m back.

If you’re visiting my blog for the first time: here is the link to my blog intro/navigation!!

LOVE YOU 😚❤️

#I will be back soon I promise!!#this is not a 1D scenario 😳#just a couple of weeks at most!!

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corpseyhusband · 3 years

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finally sorting through all of the screenshots and screen recordings on my camera roll and um. there are a lot. i’m sure there are some ive already posted but that folder currently has 63 potential posts so. yeah. prepare for a ton of clips from all the streams in the last month lmao

prob gonna up the frequency of my posts, i doubt anyone rly cares too much, but if you do, how often would you like me to post? i used to do like 8 daily (lmao), when i have less in my queue like rn i do 2 or 3, is more better? or do yall hate spam? idk the unwritten rules of tumblr

is it better to post less often but keep it regular? like so i don’t run out of posts? idk man idk what i’m doing

finally figured out how to turn on anon asks so like let me know what yall want lmao

#will anyone see this if i don’t tag it?#idk how tumblr works #whatever #corpse husband #corpse #istg his tag is like 50% my posts some days #so if u hate my posts then sorry lmao

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junipersgarden · 4 years

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metanoia 3. | Waves

PAIRING: Peter Parker x Superhero!Reader

SUMMARY: Touching down in Venice, Y/N is trying to figure out a plan to get rid of Brad Davis politely and Peter is trying to commence his plan; Venice should be calm and peaceful... right?

WORD COUNT: 5556 words

WARNINGS: N/A

a/n: i am on such a huge writer’s block and i am extremely bloated from all this Christmas food but who’s still gonna eat? duh me. anyways, hope you enjoy and ohmygod action scenes are hard to right... :)

[NOT MY GIF]

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At Venice Marco Polo Airport...

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The dreadful 9 hour flight was finally over; no more being cramped next to Brad Davis, at last free to roam the city of Venice.

Mr. Harrington had packed everyone off to the side into a small group, keeping everyone close together and secluded while everyone gathered their passports in a hurry to get outside and see Italy and what it holds. Eventually with passports out, Mr. Harrington and Mr. Dell merge all the kids to join the line to exit the airport.

Brad Davis. He was still by your side but all you wanted to do was hang out with Peter and Ned, even Betty and MJ as well. A summer vacation with your friends is a dream come true, but Brad Davis wasn't making it easy for you to even talk to Peter or anyone else.

It's not like Brad Davis is insufferable or anything... you just, would rather he stayed a distant away from you than constantly being by your side 24/7 for 2 days. You really just wanted to spend this time with someone else.

Among the commotion and sea of people in the airport, you search aimlessly for any sign of anyone to catch up to after you got past the line to wait on the other side for everyone else. The line was full of people standing close together, bouncing impatiently with suitcase and luggage balanced with the rest of their belongings.

From afar, your eyes catch the blur of a familiar blue flannel speed walking down the hustle of people, also looking for something or someone.

Peter.

A sly smile grew on your face as you watched Peter from the distance walk up to Ned, Peter heaving out a breath as he obviously started to rant. You couldn't make out exactly what he was saying but whatever it was about, it had him real worked up and concerned.

This is my chance!

Turning on your foot to budge through, a hand grips on your arm and stops you.

You pivot around and find Brad gawking at you with a funny expression; he clearly wants to know why you're leaving the queue, Brad's eyebrows are raised and he chuckles slightly.

"Sorry, just go without me. I forgot to ask Mr. Harrington something." You straight up lie.

"Oh cool! I'll see you soon!" Brad gently lets go of your arm and you hurriedly rush to Peter and Ned.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

"Hey man, did you see Brad and Y/N/N on the flight? They were watching movies and laughing the entire time..." Peter exasperatedly huffs out to Ned.

For the whole time Peter was sat behind Brad and Y/N, he was forced to endure the torment of Brad leaning closer to Y/N, countless times of them 'accidentally' knocking both headphones into one another, hearing Y/N laugh... it was a nightmare.

Peter wished so badly that it was him sitting next to Y/N on the plane and not Brad Davis.

"Dude, don't worry okay? I'm sure it's nothing." Ned answered in a strange tone.

"Hey babe? Can you hold this for me please?" Betty suddenly strolled up next to Ned with heart eyes.

Peter was taken back by what Betty referred Ned as: babe?

Betty then pecked Ned's cheek which caused Peter to stagger faintly back and furrow his eyebrows in disbelief and puzzlement. Ned then proceeded to boop her nose before leaving.

Peter's eyes linger on Betty as she walks away, still dazed and confused and still lots of questions remained.

"When was that?" Peter blurts out quickly.

"Ah well, we actually got to talking on the plane and turns out, we've actually got a lot in common... so now we're boyfriend and girlfriend!" Ned grinned brightly.

"Who's boyfriend and girlfriend?"

Y/N.

To Peter's side, Y/N slid next to him and gave him a soft nudge.

"N-Ned and Betty." Peter peered at Y/N, still shocked himself.

"You and Betty?!" Y/N jerked to look at Ned. Ned grinned even more and nodded his head furiously. "I'll admit, it's new and like a surprise but congratulations?"

"But what happened about being an American bachelor in Europe?" Peter questioned.

"Peter, those were the words of a boy. That boy, met a woman, a very strong and powerful woman and now, that boy is a man."

"Well, that's new... but we're happy for you Ned." Y/N beamed.

"Babe?" Betty feebly called.

"Coming babe! I'll see you guys later!" Ned whispered the last part before making his way to Betty.

With Ned going to Betty, it left Peter and Y/N standing there, the both swinging around on the spot. The both stayed silent for a couple of seconds until the realization of why they were there hit them so the both without telling one another, starting catching up with the rest of the class in the line and were fortunate it was shorter than before.

"H-how was your flight?" Peter croaked out with a cough, embarrassed by his voice.

"Not as bad as I thought it'd be for 9 hours! What about you? You were next to Harrington and lemme guess: he rambled about his wife?"

"He said her name in his sleep!" Peter quietly yelled.

Y/N placed a hand to the chest, leaning back and letting out a giggle. I love that...

Flinging the hand back down, it mistakenly stroked Peter's, a blush arose on his cheeks. Y/N clenched their fist and averted to the ground.

Come on Peter. Peter encouraged himself, Ask to hang out!

"Hey Y/N/N?"

"Mhmmm?" Y/N glanced up at Peter. Don't chicken out, what's the worst that's gonna happen?! Come on Peter!

"Well, I-I was wondering if you wanted to-" Peter abruptly stiffened. Peter had felt something soft on his leg.

Y/N leant to the side, staring in Peter's eyes, waiting for him to finish his sentence.

A security dog was brushing against his leg and suitcase and then jumped up on Y/N, a yelp escaping as the German Shepherd started burying it's nose into her bracelet, growling and barking.

The security guard lead the dog down to sit and guided her hand to grab Peter's suitcase but as she edged closer, a robotic beeping erupted from her metal detector and was triggered by Y/N's bracelet.

The guard grasped Peter's suitcase and walked up to the examination desk, signalling Peter to follow, his breath hitched to the back of his throat nervously. Another guard swooped to Y/N's side and immediately clutches the bracelet.

The lady who took Peter's stuff returned without the dog and politely asked him to come with her to the desk.

Peter hesitated at first because 1. Y/N was getting inspected and seemed uncomfortable and 2. Y/N would be left behind.

She continued to insist but Peter kept focusing on Y/N but Y/N nodded, letting him know it'll be okay.

Oh this is great...

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Crap! Crap! Crap!

Peter was no longer with you and now you were stuck with this buffoon wrangling and fiddling your very expensive and dangerous invention that held your even more valuable suit. It didn't help either that the metal detector's high pitched alarm was blaring into your ears.

The guard was repeatedly twisting and turning your arm, looking from alternate sides and angles at the piece of jewelry, trying ever so hardly to identify it.

What the detector had picked up was possibly the aluminum in the bracelet alongside the various nano particles, frequencies and energy levels vibrating off it. The complete situation wasn't the one thing you were worrying about; you just hoped and prayed that he didn't noticed the black cross binding the sides was floating or that ARIS didn't sense your state of panic and activate anything.

"Would you mind explaining to me what exactly this bracelet is Miss?" The security guard questioned, his thick eyebrows raised, eyes observing for any sign of hesitation or lie.

Think of an excuse. Think of literally anything Y/N.

"It ease my wrists. You see, I have a condition with my hands that causes them to flame up and the bracelet cools it down." You speedily let out.

Let me go....

"I see... but why is it made of aluminum though?"

Damn it!

"It uhhh... regulates and releases the flow of coolness when my hands flame up and it also measures my blood pressure... since my blood pressure is high... I really need this bracelet to like, get by." You emphasizes the last part.

"So like some case of arthritis?" The security guard loosens his hold, staring deeply at you.

"Yeah, something like that."

The security guard took one last final at your bracelet and you.

Please buy it, please buy it-

"I'm letting you go but next time when you're travelling internationally, bring a medical certificate kid."

You nod your head vigorously just wanting to get out of there and back to Peter, you slowly step back and begin speed walking to Peter.

The woman from before was standing behind the counter and holding a banana with an an extremely unamused frown.

"No- no banana got it..." You hear Peter meekly murmur as he zipped up his suitcase.

A banana? What a dork...

"A banana? Really?" Stepping up next to him, you crack a smirk by his reason he was called up.

"M-May packed it for me and I didn't know-" Peter flusteredly stuttered.

"Relax, I'm stirring you up." You can't help but giggle at his stance. "But we should be off Peter, everyone's waiting."

"Oh, uh yeah... lemme just-"

"Let's go Pete!" You urged in a jokingly but serious way; if Mr. Harrington counted you up and realized people were missing, how he would freak out.

"O-okay, oh-" Peter audibly gasped quietly; you had intertwined both of your hands together.

Peter felt his face burning but thankfully you were too busy maneuvering between the bundles of people. You led the both of you through the frantic airport, relying on the signs to guide you.

"T-there!" Peter pointed out; the group was all huddled next to the information booth and Mr. Harrington was counting the students.

"We're here! We're here!" You urgently shout of your and Peter's presence.

Mr. Harrington as well as everyone else turns around to face you and Peter, his face falls with relief and you slow your pace.

"Oh thank goodness..." Mr. Harrington sighs.

Peter and your face are both puffed from running half way across the airport and as you go to wipe your forehead, you feel something lift up with your arm; you were still holding Peter's hand.

At once you drop Peter's hand from yours and avoid him, coughing awkwardly and side stepping away to get out of the uncomfortable position, subconsciously rubbing your arm.

All of that was way too close Y/N.

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After the airport fiasco, all of you clambered into a canal to do some brief sight-seeing as you all were going to your hotel.

Everyone, (mostly Flash), was hiding behind their screens; taking photos rather than enjoying the views in front of them, you had scored a seat at the tip of the boat with the summer breeze.

The architecture of Venice was so much more traditional and classical; embalming the Renaissance era through its buildings and its textures; to you the history behind it was fascinating.

You'll admit, you maybe did sneak in a few distant stares at Peter but he wasn't going to notice or anything.

As a hotel with workers and renovation equipment was in sight, the canal boat began to slow and made an eventual stop. Surely we're not-

"Looks like we're here! They're... doing some renovations in place, getting some upgrades!" Mr. Harrington quirks up optimistically, answering with your unwanted answer.

Looks of disgust and amazement were shared around with everyone as they picked up their luggage to enter the runned down place.

One by one, everyone single filed out of the canal, cradling their precious belongings in hand and went with Mr. Harrington and Mr. Dell inside.

Examining the hotel from the small and cramped entrance, you could make out random objects scattered all around, it was weird and unusual... but it was alright.

"Okay everyone, we're here-"

"Woah..." Mr. Dell tried to warn as Mr. Harrington stepped directly into a massive puddle.

"This place is sinking." Flash bluntly called out.

"I think you mean charming." Harrington corrected him.

Passing Mr. Harrington and his wet shoes, Mr. Dell started telling everyone of the plan of the day: drop bags and sort out roommates and explore Venice before meeting up at the Da Vinci Museum at 3.

"Vamonos!" That's Spanish sir.

"It's andiamo." You jabbed at Harrington as you walked past.

MJ hearing you pick up on his error, peaked over her shoulder to give you a sly smirk.

You return a smile to her before quickly mouthing "roommates?" to her from below the stairs (since you knew Betty was bunking with Yasmin) and MJ replies with an approval nod.

Following MJ and everyone else to the rooms, you see MJ enter Room 11 and dump her bags on her claimed bed and put yours on the remaining bed.

Tidying yourself in the mirror, you take off your coat and neaten your hair before heading down to explore the streets of Venice.

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The Main Square, the very heart of Venice was full of eager tourists like yourself; with people splitting into groups to try and cover as much ground as possible, you decided to take your time and go to anything that caught your eye.

"Yo Y/N!"

A flock of pigeons ascended into the air, startling you a tiny bit, you find the source of the person: none other than your best friend Brad Davis, with a camera in his hand trotting to you.

"Hey Brad." You greet him with a plastered fake smile on your face.

"Where did go you? You just like vanished and I-"

"I had to do something. Important."

"Oh. Anyways, I wanted to-" Before Brad could ask you whatever he wanted to, two pigeons landed on your arms.

Brad's mouthed gaped open in shock as he chuckled at your appearance; you really wanted to wave the birds off but to make matters worse, two more pigeons landed on you.

You nervously laugh because you had no idea how to get the birds off or why they landed on you and then Brad supposedly laughed with you.

"I-I gotta take a photo of this!"

"Oh you really don't have too..." You try to steer him away from the idea.

"No this is great! It's a perfect shot of you; the sun's hitting you just right, come on Y/N/N!"

"Umm I don't- GAH!" A pigeon lands on your head as you were speaking.

Brad doesn't get the memo and scrambles for his camera and points it to your face.

"Are you a camera Y/N?"

"Not that I'm aware of why?"

"Because each time I look at you, I smile."

Wait wha-

"Show me that gorgeous smile!" Brad encourages you to smile for the photo.

Giving in to his shenanigan, you spread your lips for that 'gorgeous smile' of yours as Brad snaps away; Brad keeps complimenting you, causing you to feel all queasy because it isn't right coming from him necessarily and you can't get out because of the pigeons on you.

Peter on the other hand, could only see Brad Davis taking numerous photos of you on his camera, the sun perfectly shinning on you, your smile competing with it.

Peter couldn't help but feel a slight tinge of jealously; Brad and you were hanging out with each other every second and how he wished it was him instead; Brad didn't even know half of the things he knew!

Leaning on a pillar, Peter then knew now was the third stage of his 6 step plan with the first 2 steps being unsuccessfully; pushing from the pillar, Peter was determined to find a shop that could made his white gardenia necklace for you, Peter typed in his phone for locations of stores and journeyed forward.

The sensation and sound if your phone going off managed to shoo away the pigeons, you hooked your phone into your hands and recognized the caller.

"Sorry Brad, I gotta take this." Excusing yourself, you swipe the accept button and jog off to the side with your phone next your ear, far from Brad's hearing range.

"Hello? Yes I know, I know. I never thought Venice would be this pretty... and yes the water looks perfect. Alright, talk to you later."

I need space... You conclude and establish that taking a brisk stroll by yourself will fix you.

Sheltering yourself from the beating sun and protecting yourself from Brad's sniper like vision, you take cover in a small alleyway and sigh exclusively.

Roaming the alleyway, an old antique shop at the end captures your attention; paintings and furniture pieces with plants planted on top of them decorate the front, you sneak quietly into the shop with the owner not comprehending since it appeared he was busy making some sort of glass item.

Admiring the bits and bobs, a figure wearing blue walks past the aisle your in and into the next aisle. Curious, you pursue to uncover what or who the figure is; scanning through the cracks of the shelves, you tell by the brown curls and blue flannel collar who it exactly is: none other than Peter Parker.

Intense his eyes are, Peter was too busy and focused in his mini world to gaze at your E/C eyes were admiring him; Peter had a silver bracelet in his hands, studying its complexions and smoothing its chain.

"Ragazzo!" The shop owner yells specifically at Peter. Peter excitedly ran straight for the counter with a goofy smile on his face.

"Fiore bianco." The shop keeper said as he dangled a necklace in the air; to you, the necklace wasn't beautiful but was ethereal; the way the stained white glass of the flower's form glistens truly was extraordinary.

"It's perfect..." An awe struck Peter Parker breathed out; in Peter's eyes, the necklace was everything and more than he thought it would be and imagined you wearing it and he swore he felt his heart skip a beat.

Tenderly giving the necklace back for it to be wrapped, you took a couple of steps forward to announce yourself.

"Buongiorno!"

Confused by his hello, Peter shifted to his stare and was met with you.

"Y-Y/N!" Peter's high pitched voice broke out.

"Is that for Aunt May? I-it's magnificent." You ponder and move closer to him.

"Oh the n-necklace? Um it's for-"

"Una ragazza!" The shop attendant perks up.

"For a girl you say?" Folding your arms, you bump into Peter's side.

"Y-yeah it's for a girl..." Peter defeatedly professes.

"Well, tell me about her." Peter has a crush? When? And who?

"S-she's uhh... she's really pretty. And smart; she's always there and makes me the happiest person I can be just by smiling... she means the world to me. D-do you reckon she'll like the necklace?" Peter with puppy dog eyes inquires.

"Yeah... whoever the lucky girl is, she'll love it Pete."

"Grazie" Handing a little golden bag to Peter, the owner thanks him of his purchase and grins to you and Peter, waving a sweet goodbye as Peter and you exit the shop.

"Since when do you know so much Italian? It's impressive." Peter breaks the silence.

"I might of studied a tiny bit before the trip so I can get around with the locals. Just tiny stuff though, nothing impressive. What about you though? I heard you talking to the guy."

"Aunt May; she taught me a couple of things. She's Italian so... guess it's a family thing?"

"That's cool and impressive Pete."

Peter rubbed the back of his neck from your compliment and you could feel your cheeks going pink.

"Hey look!" By the water's edge, heaps of crabs were crawling out of the water, Peter and you edged closer to get a better look.

"What's up losers- oh woah cool." MJ interrupts her welcoming to the both of you, distracted by the crabs.

Reaching for her phone, MJ records the crustaceans and quickly looks back to beam at Peter and yourself.

"MJ get back-" As you harshly warn, Peter feels the hairs and goosebumps on his ends stick up; his Spidey Sense knew something was up. MJ ignored your request as a sickly feeling buried deep inside your stomach.

Tilting his head to the side, Peter notices the water on top of the drain sink back down; something isn't right.

"MJ please-" Is all you get out before an explosion erupts from the water.

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The water shoots off into different directions; flooding the streets and gushing violently from the motion, creating massive waves which boats are caught onto.

MJ slips from the water and can't seem to stand so you snatch her up from her satchel strap and pull her toward you and Peter, Peter steadily and firmly balances you into place, sticking you close to his side.

The screams and shouts of Venetian's and traveler's fill the tormented air with the stomps of their feet. A creaky, rocking sound from the water gains your interest; Ned and Betty.

The love bird's canal boat was coming in fast and about to crash next to you guys and rammed into the wall.

Peter, MJ and you dash to get Ned and Betty out, you and MJ managed to grab Betty while Peter grabs Ned.

"Guys, guys, GO!" Betty shrieks but no one moves even an inch; the water had started to spiral toward the sky, its form changing and growing into something humanoid.

"W-what is that?!"

"I-I dunno!"

"What are you gonna do?!"

"I left my suit at the hotel room!"

"WHY?!"

"Because I'm on vacation Ned! Everyone's gonna see my face, just get everyone out of here!" Peter spat out and pushed Ned to everyone else. Betty laced her fingers around Ned's as MJ trailed but you on the other hand, you couldn't leave Peter; not up with this thing. So you rounded around a corner of a wall and kept a close eye on him.

"ARIS?" You call into your bracelet. The black crucifix lifted from the bracelet and spun itself around twice and a blue light shone from the sides, indicating ARIS was awake.

"Ms. L/N, how may I assist you this afternoon?"

"Suit up."

"I'm afraid I cannot."

"WHAT?! W-why?!"

"It seems from the Venice Marco Polo Airport, the security guard accidentally combobulated some circuits from the detector as it disturbed certain amendments with your suit and commands."

"DAMN IT! Can you at least scan the threat?" You aim your arm to the water monster.

"Result found: a sailor named Morris Bench was exposed to an experimental underwater generator and obtained hydro abilities, Bench's alias is known by the public as Hydro-Man. Weaknesses are unknown as of the moment."

"They got that information up fast. Now, rest up because I'm gonna need my suit."

"Commencing Power Nap Protocol."

Now what to do? Wait- where's Peter?!

Panic arose in you as people blocked your sight and Peter was no where to be seen; this single second of idiocy could kill him... I promised I wasn't going to leave...

"Please.." You whisper for the universe to show mercy, just this once.

At your wish, it was granted at once as you spotted Peter leaping from beam to beam at a haste speed.

Thank you.

Reacting instantly, you pick up a quick pace and bee line to Peter; Peter lunges off the final beam and grabs a hold of an oar and bounds off it, landing with perfect form onto the bridge. You follow on suit; repeating his actions precisely.

Hydro-Man however, has other plans and slams a punch on the bridge, a tidal wave rocks the waters and knocks your oar's stability, the pole slides and then you feel a cold sweep of water crush your body, waves tossing you like a grain of sand in the ocean, so violently and so destructively, your body hits boats and debris of the bridge, marking cuts and scratches on your skin.

Through the clarity of the water, you rotate the crucifix and desperately plead for that blue light to shine. The black crucifix rises from your bracelet once more and twists twice in two circles and delicately lands back.

"Commencing Fish Out of Water Protocol."

Nano particles latched onto your skin tightly and rapidly, working on your helmet first to lock out the water and allow you to breathe, it fully regenerated and you gasped for a huge breath.

From your helmet, the nano tech molded itself onto your chest, to your arms and lastly to your legs.

The boosters on your feet whirred and transformed to function in the water.

"Y/N, I can only fly you out; my power is still weak. Once you are out, the armour will fully disappear; are you sure you can land safely?"

"You know I will. Just get me out of here."

"Good luck Y/N." ARIS's voice malfunctions as your suit takes off.

The water was murky from the debris and destruction; there was no knowing where you were or where you would land.

Gradually, the flight power increased more and more by the second and then, you were free; but you were also feet above the ground and plummeting to your evident fate.

ARIS's promise was fulfilled as your black and suit faded from your body.

Free falling in the air, all you could see was chaos and demolition and most importantly, there wasn't anywhere you could land.

Breathe Y/N. Breathe. Focus and look, it's okay.

On the surrounding buildings, you survey the webbings and an idea pops in your head; I could stick to it.

This is crazy, but the best and only option I have to live.

Angling your body to the webs, you stretch out further to even at least grab any loose threads.

Brace yourself-

Your fingers touch the webs and you throw your body onto it and close your eyes, bracing for the worst.

But nothing happens. You open your eyes and see your body has fully stuck to the webs; Spider-Man (Peter Parker) saved your life. You glare up at the sky and dryly laugh; "Not today."

Sliding down from the webs, you touch down and plant one foot in front of the other, racing to find Peter but as you turn a corn, something suddenly hard collides into you and knocks you off your feet. Hitting your head on the concrete, you groan in pain and feel a shift of heaviness leave your chest.

"Hey are you okay? I'm so sorry I-"

"B-Brad?" You look up and see Brad hovering over you.

"Y/N! Thank god you're okay! Come on, we gotta go-" Brad wraps an arm around yours and forcefully stands you up.

You look up and see Peter swinging from building to building, you go to see where exactly he is going to and then you see it; a bell tower split from the bottom was toppling

"Brad stop-"

Brad ignored your requests completely and attempted to hold your hand but you leave it out of his hand's way and sprint to the others.

"Stay low kids, we'll be safe here!" Dell assures and crams everyone under a supported building.

Hydro-Man and a mystery green hero were fighting directly in front of you but you were worried about Peter; he couldn't hold that bell tower tower forever...

"He's kicking that water's ass!" Brad exclaims joyfully.

"He looks like a Doctor Strange rip off." You mutter as you turn to go after Peter.

Brad sensing you were about to run off, he sternly yanks you closer to him, a stone cold facial appearance portrayed on his face and now there was no chance of you sneaking off to help Peter or use your powers.

God damn it Davis!

An eruption of water sprays across from two sides and uproars, shaking the terrain and releasing its final cry, Hydro-Man was defeated.

How in the hell did he-

The ring of a bell made you snap your neck; the bell tower fallen and you couldn't see Peter.

No, no, no-

With a fleeting look at the bell tower, from it's corner you squint and find Peter's flannel sticking out like as he were standing. Peter's okay... it's okay...

Cheers and cries of rejoice for the mysterious hero blow up from the citizens, praising of their work, the hero salutes the people and then, flies off into the sky on their gust of green smoke with the one question on everyone's minds.

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"Who is that guy?" Betty asks about the elephant in the room (or more the elephant on the TV screen).

"He's like Iron Man and Thor rolled into one." Brad inaccurately compares.

He wishes-

"But he's no Spider-Man."

"What is it with you and Spider-Man?" MJ finally mentions Flash's obsession over the superhero; everyone knew of Flash's undying love for Spider-Man and how his Instagram account is literally spideyno1fan but no one actually knew why he adored the vigilante.

"What? He's just awesome okay? And he protects the neighbourhood and you know, he's inspiring; he inspires me to be a better man- sup dickward, thought you drowned." Flash sends a wink at Peter.

If only you knew...

"Sounds like his name's Mysterio." Brad states from the obvious news headline.

"No. It's Italian for 'mystery'; it isn't his actual name." You correct Brad from the staircase but he can't tell from your tone that you meant it to be rude; you were still incredibly pissed at Brad and what he did and you'd loss all respect and tolerance for him.

"Mysterio..." Ned starts as he nods to himself.

"Cool name." Ned and Betty finish each other sentences and freak out. What a power couple...

"So," Peter began and swayed his body and tip toed near you, "How much of that did you actually see?"

Not much because I was drowning in the surprisingly polluted canal. "Not much. You know when you're running for your life, you don't really look back."

"Right me too; I was also running away." Peter stammered. He can't lie for anything.

"So Paris tomorrow... go to the Eiffel Tower, should be great."

"Did you know people originally didn't like the tower? Excused it of being something useless and a monstrosity to France but then over time, turned into the heart of France?"

"Oh. I didn't know that." Peter shyly mumbled.

"That's why it's my favourite destination on the whole trip." You can't help but smile.

Peter chuckles softly and smiles at you and you do as well, the both stare at each other for what seems 'too long', Peter and you look away from each other and awkwardly laugh.

"Well, I'm probably am going to call it early tonight. It's been a long day..." You yawn and stand up from the stair and stretch.

"I'll walk you!" Peter uttered suddenly.

"Walk me up to my room? O-okay." You blush at his response.

Treading up the stairs, Peter and you arrive shortly at Room 11; your and MJ's shared room for the night.

"I-I hope you're okay from today Y/N/N," Peter sincerely conveys his concern, "and I if you need someone to talk to, I-I'm here because I know with everything, it's hard and I'm your friend and care a lot about you and just want you to be happy and stuff with Tony I know it's-"

"Thank you Peter." You softly let out, a shy smile plays on your face. "And same goes Peter... I care a lot about you too..."

The pair of you stand for what seems like a life time until the stampede of footsteps snaps the both of you out of your trance.

"G-Goodnight Y/N." Peter whispers with a giddy grin.

Too cute...

"Goodnight Peter." You playfully drag; you don't realise the effect it has on Peter though but to Peter, it was sweet like honey and he loved it.

Closing the door quietly, you slump down, with pink cheeks you lean on the door and exhale out heavily; what a day...

Brad was extra, extra today, Ned and Betty are dating, there was a monster on the first day and craziest of all, Peter has a crush?!

Feeling a vibration from your back pocket, you fish out your phone and turn it on to see a wonderfully timed message.

from: F/N ✌️

are you okay?! wth is happening rn?!

Wouldn't you and I both like to know...

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gemkidsau · 4 years

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I’ve been trying to make the queue frequency high enough that all asks come out before the new page so I’m ready for new asks that come in at that time. The problem with that is sometimes a new page doesn’t inspire very many asks. So sometimes I’ll have 4 asks a day go up for a while and then the new page comes out and Tuesday night there are no asks to be posted.

So instead I’m gonna do like 2 or 3 asks a day and any asks that are about the new page will be bumped up to post sooner than irrelevant ones that came before.

#gem kids AU #steven universe #suau

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rookflower · 4 years

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btw you’ve probably noticed the frequency of my posting slowing down and i’m sorry to say that i’m probably gonna keep slowing down for now- i’ve been busy with MAP parts, commissions and artfight, as well as a bit of artists block and tbh kind of a rekindling obsession with minecraft- so my design queue is at an all time low since i started this challenge. i’m gonna try to update it whenever i can, and keep it to 1-3 posts a day for now, but there might not be a cat every day! it’ll probably speed up again after i’ve got a few parts done (aaand then slow down again once uni starts, but yknow.) thanks for bearing with me!

#not designs #txt

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arcaneloki · 4 years

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i filled up the queue (it’s not full yet tho) so i’m gonna increase post count again. it won’t be too much more than rn, but def won’t be near the frequency of when i had alllllll the free time. i’m gonna tweak it a lil bit in the next few weeks and figure out what count works best for me and my schedule.

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offscreen-gloomverse-probably · 4 years

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additional announcement

So. Unless there’s like, a mass submission spree, I think I’m gonna put the queue to one quote a day for a bit.

Why? Well, last few weeks I had to get help from friends to keep up the queue. When I originally started this blog, it was the only one I had to worry about, but now that’s not true anymore, and it’s becoming harder to keep the queue filled and get everything else done. I have a lot of projects to handle simultaneously, most of them Gloomverse ones, and it also makes me feel a bit bad to take so much time away from them.

Furthermore, the reason I started this blog... was boredom. The tag was very very empty and having a blog that posted often would get a bit of life in there. Now that there’s more content creators, and I’ve also started posting other stuff, there’s more content to keep everyone (including myself) entertained. I don’t scroll through the same posts for a week straight anymore and I’m very grateful for that ✨

Of course, I’m not stopping this blog. I’m only reducing the queue frequency. I’ve never missed a day in the past year, and still have a lot of fun with it, it’s just... a bit too much work right now, and I’d like to have more wiggle room to focus on other projects.

You’d think going from two to one quote a day wouldn’t make a huge difference, but that it’ll reduce my workload by half and make this blog a LOT easier for me to keep up with! I’m fully confident I can keep that frequency up.

Of course, you can still submit content and quotes and send me asks! This blog isn’t stopping, and since we’ve passed the thousand posts threshold I’m in the process of queueing up some older posts. Feel free to submit a link to your favorites as well~

As for the other projects in question, feel free to shoot an ask if you’re curious >:3

#not quote #gloomverse #incorrect gloomverse quotes

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notwhelmedyet · 5 years

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Dratchtember Day 4

Prompt: Love and War

Angst/Whump/AU: Ratchet finds himself captured by Decepticons and ends up fighting Deadlock to the death...unless rescue can get to both of them first. (also on ao3 here)

"Ratchet, don't do this," Skipshot whispered.

Ratchet pulled away and tried to give the kid a reassuring smile. "Sorry, Skip, I don't think this is an optional activity."

"Come on," the genericon said, grabbing Ratchet's collar by the train and trying to bodily haul him out of the cell. Ratchet's feet scrabbled on the smooth flooring, trying to keep up so the big lug didn't crush something important.

The Con dropped him at Bludgeon's feet and then settled back to lurk menacingly.

"It's been so long, doctor. I've been missing you," the Decepticon general said, optics promising that he still remembered everything* that had happened the last time Ratchet had suffered the misfortune of his hospitality. Comparatively, a fight to the death against one of these brutes promised to at least be short.

"Bludgeon, breaking ranks again, I see," someone sneered,. Ratchet knew that voice. It was -

"Deadlock, I told you to mind your tongue. I suggest you do so before I am forced to rip it out and feed it to you," Bludgeon growled.

Deadlock sauntered over, ignoring the glares of Bludgeon's guards with a smile on his lips. He paused beside Ratchet and looked at him for a for a long moment. "I just don't see how the entertainment value of watching this one bot die is worth what Megatron is going to do when he realizes you've fragged his prisoner exchange. He's a noncombatant, it wouldn't even be an interesting fight."

Bludgeon roared and lunged forward - frag, Ratchet had assumed a monster with that much bulk would move a lot more slowly - grabbing Deadlock around the throat and lifting him into the air. "You will be silent," Bludgeon roared. "It is not your place to question the orders of your commander."

Deadlock didn't look particularly concerned, given that Bludgeon could probably rip his head off his shoulders if he got riled enough. "You're not my commander. Telling you to back down was my orders," Deadlock hissed.

Bludgeon dropped him and Deadlock sprung back to his feet, stupid fragging smile still on his face.

"You are under my command and you will obey my orders," Bludgeon commanded. The air of petulance rather undermined the menace in his voice.

Deadlock stared at him.

Bludgeon stomped closer, pushing his grotesque face into Deadlock's. "Either you do what I say or I deliver back to Megatron a dead spy."

"Well, what are your orders?" Deadlock asked, amusement plain in his voice.

Bludgeon considered for a moment and then began to laugh. "You. You will fight him."

Deadlock glanced over at Ratchet again, triumph his his eyes, and Ratchet realized that this was the plan. Somehow. It didn't seem to make much of a difference who did the executing but maybe Deadlock was sentimental.

He'd not missed the...thing, between him and Deadlock. They'd crossed paths a few times, almost all of them in situations where Deadlock had every opportunity and often direct orders to render Ratchet dead and yet Ratchet was suspiciously not dead. Ratchet had tried not to fuel whatever this was but he was pretty sure Deadlock knew his...interest was returned. Not that Ratchet would ever do anything about it - Deadlock was the enemy and unless he wanted to defect that was the end of it, so far as Ratchet was concerned.

"If that's what you want, Bludgeon," Drift said. "Still not going to be a very interesting fight. But I'll try my best not to be killed by the unarmed noncombatant."

"You're right," Bludgeon said. "We should even the scales a little. Hand over your weapons, Deadlock."

Deadlock looked less than pleased at the suggestion but the troops on this ship were all Bludgeon's loyalists, even Ratchet could see that he didn't have much of a choice. Of course, a not evil army wouldn't have Bludgeon as one of their generals, which would rather prevent this kind of sticky situation.

Deadlock disarmed, passing the contents of a small armory to one of the surrounding genericons - two blasters, a sniper rifle, several grenades, an electrowhip and several knives that he'd had tucked under his plating.

Bludgeon waited until he was finished, and then took one of the knives and tossed it at the floor by Ratchet's feet. "This is for you," he said. "Try to put up a fight." Next he picked up one of the blasters, looking it over with a casual eye, like a mech inspecting an interesting bauble at a secondhand store. "And this is for you," he said, leveling the weapon and shooting Deadlock through the shoulder.

Deadlock went still, body rocking back from the impact and then returning to equilibrium. He looked so unaffected that for a moment Ratchet thought the neural feedback had knocked him offline. Then his optics flickered over towards Bludgeon and Ratchet recognized the sheer fury in his face. "Are you done?" Deadlock asked.

"I think I am," Bludgeon agreed. "Let us move on to the main event."

The guards formed ranks around Ratchet and Deadlock, their locked shoulders forming the ring. Ratchet wondered if the other prisoners could see him from their cell. He hoped not - this was probably going to be embarrassing and short. He ducked down to grab the knife and then surveyed his opponent. Deadlock was poking at the hole through his shoulder, but when he saw Ratchet staring he dropped down into a low crouch. "You waiting for something, doctor?" Deadlock asked.

And then he lunged at Ratchet.

Ratchet had learned how to fight from Roller, back in the day. Roller had emphasized to him, over and over, that maybe some people were talented at fighting and some weren't but the thing that mattered most was who had put in the work and practiced until they didn't need to think about what they were doing anymore. Ratchet could never get in that flow state for more than a few seconds at a time before his brain started outrunning him. Deadlock landed the first hit, whacking Ratchet on the back of the head and sending him stumbling.

Ratchet spun on his heel at jabbed at Deadlock, using his blade to keep him out of grappling range. Deadlock dodged backwards and someone in the crowd jeered.

There was a message in Ratchet's remote upload queue. He did not have time to read spam mail, not if he wanted to keep Deadlock from doing the fairly unpleasant things the anonymous 'Con in the crowd had just suggested. But Ratchet got lucky, managed to catch Deadlock's ankle as he was retreating away from Ratchet and sent him onto his aft. While Ratchet backpedaled he opened the message. Ratchet had always been too curious for his own good.

The message was a radio frequency and an encryption code. Ratchet locked optics with Deadlock, immediately certain of the source. Deadlock waved him on, like he was goading Ratchet to stab him. "Well, come on," he growled.

Ratchet tuned in to the frequency and set his decryption algorithm to the provided code. Immediately, Deadlock's voice was there in the back of his skull, like he was breathing down Ratchet's neck and whispering in his audial. >>Come on, come on, lunge already, they're going to notice.<< Deadlock hissed.

Ratchet wasn't in the habit of doing as he was told, but Deadlock was right. He charged and Deadlock slipped under his knife arm, grabbing him by the wrist and shoving him off balance. >>What are you doing?<< Ratchet radioed.

>>Buying time. Megatron knows. We've just got to survive until he gets here.<<

Deadlock bowled Ratchet over, throwing them both to the ground.

>>What are you doing?<< Ratchet asked again.

Deadlock scrabbled for the knife in Ratchet's hand.

>>Saving your life<< Deadlock replied. >>Do exactly as I say. Now swing for my head.<<

Deadlock rolled off of Ratchet to dodge.

>>Get up. Now.<<

Ratchet shoved himself to his feet, noise of the crowd fading away as Deadlock's voice filled his head.

>>Chain attached to your collar. Use it to catch my wrist.<<

Ratchet did it, dragged Deadlock's good arm into a lock at his command.

>>Good. Use the knife to pin that hand into my back.<<

Ratchet hesitated.

>>Ratchet, do it. I need both hands disabled to justify not killing you.<<

Ratchet did it. Deadlock screamed, the crowd howled, and the world felt like it was fracturing in two as the voice on the radio thanked him. Deadlock squirmed away from him, trying to climb back to his feet and falling twice. Ratchet followed the voice forward to grab Deadlock by the finials and slam his head twice against the ground.

>>Okay,<< Deadlock said. >>Bad news, I'm gonna bite you. Sorry.<<

Deadlock got his teeth into Ratchet's wrist and then there was fuel everywhere and they were both on their feet, trying circling and feinting in accordance with Deadlock's careful choreography. Ratchet knew how hard it was to kill a Cybertronian - it was certainly possible to kill a mech bare-handed but it wasn't easy. He was more worried that Deadlock was going to pass out.

>>They're coming. Few more minutes.<< Deadlock said, like most one-on-one fights didn't last less than a minute. Ratchet caught him around the neck with his elbow and used the leverage to shove the knife deeper into Deadlock's back, at his direction. The kid shuddered with the pain and Ratchet's spark twisted. Deadlock was the enemy and that was the end of it. That was supposed to be the end of it.

>>Why are you doing this?<< He asked.

>>Love makes people do stupid things.<< Deadlock said. >>Fuck that hurt. Push your advantage, if you shove forward I'm going to fall. Do it.<<

>>I don't want to hurt you.<<

>>Now do it now do it now!<< Deadlock roared and Ratchet threw them forward, hitting the ground just as the first shots went off overhead. Laserfire, hopefully the cavalry. Ratchet covered his head and stayed low, pretended he didn't notice that doing so meant shielding Deadlock with his body.

>>Nobody's looking,<< Deadlock said over their radio link. >>Rescue's coming. Last chance, doc.<<

>>Last chance to what?<< Ratchet asked.

>>Well, you could kill me. Or you could kiss me. Take your pick.<<

That first stolen kiss was barely half a second. Megatron's loyalists were on them too soon, pulling them apart, sending Ratchet back with the other prisoners to be exchanged back for Soundwave. Deadlock's radio signal faded as Ratchet was carried back across the hold of the ship, like a signal decaying across miles or lightyears. >>You better not die,<< Ratchet said, though he was pretty sure Deadlock was unconscious and could no longer hear him. >>You didn't even kiss me back.<<

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Following my previous article called Quick trip to Salt Mine Wieliczka in Poland here is another of my Polish trip. After our salt mine tours me and my family headed to nearby town Oswiecim. The German name for Oswiecim is Auschwitz and I hope that’s ringing some bells now. Even though from my experience many non-Europeans are not very familiar with this horrid part of our history. Now I’m gonna bring you on our tour over Auschwitz concentration camp and the dilemma that’s been bothering me ever since I visited.

Do you take selfies in places like concentration camps?

Just like with any other trip we prepared ahead. Checked some websites, the address, how to get there and other stuff. But the reality was slightly different and from the organization point of view it was terrible and I’ll explain why.

From Wieliczka, it was like an hour-long car ride. We found out that Slovak and Czech tours over the summer end by 2 o’clock and we arrived at around 2. Our bad.

There were several lines of people waiting and all of them were very poorly labeled.

Plenty of lines and the combination of an extremely hot day equals bad start.

Luckily there was a girl sitting at the information table so I asked what to do to get in. She pointed me to one of the lines. Still, I had no idea what ticked or tours do we need as a group as all of the information were written on the paper next to the ticket stall, that was just too far for me to see.

On the internet, we found that the entry without the tour guide is free, but you can’t get in without a guide. I also found somewhere online that you can get in for free in times expect 10-15, but I can’t confirm that as that info was nowhere to find in the area of the camp.

After a while, I saw this small tv screen that shown upcoming tours. We could choose from English, Polish, Spanish, French, Italian and German. The frequency was similar that the one in Wieliczka salt mine. English was every 30 minutes or so. Other languages were in between 30-60 minutes each.

I asked for 5 adult tickets and English tour guide. At that, the lady handed me a small piece of paper and asked to write our names on it. Didn’t expect that so I asked for more info but the lady only said to write all of our names.

As a pharmacist, I’m not legally allowed to ask my patients for their name or any other personal information because of newly established GDPR law. To have 5 names written on a piece a paper and then slide it over to the lady was so odd for me.

Didn’t get an explanation of why is that necessary.

I have a very doctor like handwriting. It’s terrible and even I have issues reading after myself sometimes. So naturally the lady laughed after glancing at the paper I handed her, and starter decrypting our names and I guess typing it to the computer. After a while, she asked for 60zlotys per person and handed me 5 stickers with Auschwitz gate and 2:30 written on it along with 5 bills, each with our names on it.

I could only guess where to go next. From Wieliczka experience, I assumed the tour queues would be labeled with the flag of the language but I was mistaken. So I asked where is the English one and we stepped in line. It was 2:20 and our tour started at 2:30.

All of the websites inform you that you can’t bring bags inside so obviously we left everything besides phones and water bottle in our car. Just like the Wieliczka, there were plenty of parking spaces and guys in neon vests pointing you towards it. Ours was like 8 minutes from the Auschwitz entrance.

When it was our turn I handed the tickets to the old guy. Suddenly he read my fathers name out loud. Another surprise. For a guy working on an American tour guide entrance, he had terrible English. I asked him what is going on and he just said: “one ticket one ID”. Obviously we left it all in our car. I tried to explain to him that, but the language barrier was so strong I said fuck it. Let’s run to our car and get the ids hopefully in time for our tour.

It was 34°C and we spend 20 minutes on direct sunlight waiting in various lines.

Gosh, we were all so sweaty it was disgusting. We actually run to our car and got back to stand the line. Again. We each showed our id to the old guy and he let us in. Not to talk about my family much but we all have very volatile nature and we were tired and sweaty. We were furious. Little did we know we were nowhere near our tour yet.

From one gate to another, where we went through the body checkup. We didn’t even have bags but we had to go through a metal detector. Guys had to strip their belts into the bin to get through with it. It was 2:32. We were already late only to find out we need to wait in yet another line. We were done. It felt like the whole trip was ruined before it even started.

At this stopping point, we were handed recorder with a set of headphones. The ones that go over your head and to the both of your ears. Much better than the previous ones. The girl working there handed me another 5 stickers and I told her we already have those but no one told us what are we supposed to do with it. Like it was the most obvious thing in the world, she told us to stick it on our shirt. So we did and we saw a lady in the back with an “English” sign on it so we run towards her. She was already speaking to our group of 20 people. We were late, out of breath, sweaty and upset we already drank half of our water supply.

Finally, we put our headphones on and the Auschwitz-Birkenau tour began.

I don’t want to get into historical facts in here as it’s something you’re either familiar with or can easily find out. You can know all about the timeline of the events, the mechanism the reasoning, but nothing compares to the real-life experiences of walking the concentration camp.

I’ve been to the holocaust museum in Washington D.C. at my summer in the states and I shared my experience in Summer in USA – Washington D.C. article. The Auschwitz group I was in reminded me of my American experience. The gasping, the whispering, headshakes and the whole body language of my co-tourists made me sort of angry. Angry at the system that doesn’t provide the information that many people learn them at the spot.

Sounds like I’m full of myself I get that. I get that not everyone is into war documentaries and it’s safer not to talk about the holocaust. I’m sure it’s different when you learn about the holocaust because you have to in school, and different because you want to. It’s hard to talk about or even think about. I get it.

There was this quote at the front of the first camp block:

I believe says a lot. More if you think about how the camps were not supposed to serve to systematically murder millions. The beginnings were not “that bad” in the later comparison.

Don’t get me wrong it was still horrendous but when we went from Auschwitz I. to Auschwitz II. the difference was substantial.

First was supposed to hold the targeted group of people in inhuman condition, even offer them some sort of trials. Playing proper society. Make them feel safe, make them hope that their stay is only temporary, pack their belongings to preoccupy their mind form the fact they are never coming back. If that doesn’t sound like the current world situation, I don’t think you’re paying attention.

Let’s go back to the tour.

We went from one block to another. All of them were numbered but not all of them were open for visitors. That was great in case you want to visit after hours to walk the camp on your own. The tour guide told us much more than what we could read from the posters ourselves. Told us what to focus on, the story of the items we were seeing.

Our tour guide was a young lady that had a german accent but it was quite simple to understand her English. I already mentioned it was terribly hot that day and the inside of the camps obviously had no climatization and quickly the smell of the camp melted with the sweat of the thousands of tourists. They did have some fans in the rooms to make the tour manageable.

We moved as a group, took some stops at several talking points where our guide talked us through the facts. Inside of the Auschwitz was much better organized than the outside of the camp. There were some arrows to point the way of the tour, separation ribbons, manny explanatory posters and photographs and more.

The whole experience was chilling.

You stand in front of the showcase with hundreds of shoes collected from the Jewish people who died in the place you stand on and you ‘re thinking how terrible that is. Then you move along the next room and you’re standing in a hall that has showcases full of thousands of shoes on both sides of the room and your breath hitches. You move to the next room where the actual hairs of holocaust victims are stored behind the glass but the smell and the vibe are too strong. In the next room you find baby clothes, next the tons of suitcases and the other one contains glasses, next one the empty cans of chemicals they used to murder millions and you wonder how much more can you handle.

You get out of the block through the hall full of photographs. People that spend horrible but hopefully short days in the camp. Each person had their name, profession, date of capture and date of death written underneath. Some survived days, some months. When you get out of the building you’re standing in front of the death wall. A place where the people stood when they were executed with the bullet in the back of their head. you walk past the block they did horrendous medical experiences on people. You turn around and you’re standing in front of the gas chamber. You enter the room. Plain, empty room that witnessed the death of thousands of people. Around 400 hundred per day until they build up Birkenau to increase the number and efficiency of their murders. I knew it was gonna be bad and I tried to brace myself for it.

But I don’t think anything can prepare you for the twisted feeling in your guts, the unease you feel and the chill of standing in the middle of the gas chamber.

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Since Auschwitz I. was no longer fulfilling the nazists needs, they build the other camp nearby referred to as Auschwitz II or Birkenau. Part of our tour was also the visit of Birkenau and for this purpose, there were busses prepared. The ride by bus from Auschwitz to Birkenau took like 3 minutes, victims back then had to walk to their execution by foot. In summer. In winter.

Only later on nazists build a railway to bring the next hundreds of Jewish people straight to the gas chamber. Sure they had sort of selection process that was basically just eenie meenie. Left meant immediate death. Right meant death after inhuman torture.

Birkenau was supposed to be part of our paid tour but no one checked our tickets. Not even on the bus, not even at the entrance to the Birkenau. I’m sure you could get in for free.

The difference between those two camps was quite visible. Auschwitz living conditions were horrible but they did have some sort of dignity in the form of walls, stairs or windows.

Auschwitz II basically stopped treating their occupants as human beings, rather just livestock as they had to live in a building that looked just like stables.

Even smelled like one. One bed for 8 people. Toilets in the form of a hole in the ground all of the people had to use the facility in 20 minutes 2 times per day. 1000 of them. All at once. They had a bucket to use in case but most of the people were so exhausted they couldn’t move on their own to use the bucket, so the body fluids and waste were all over the place. Those who were too weak or too slow to work the whole day long on a coffee and a liquid soup they got as a breakfast, were simply selected for elimination.

At this time of our tour, the weather changed dramatically. From previously unbearable hot day to a big storm. To see these big ass lightings and hear thunders over the gas chambers was unbelievable.

Suddenly it becomes very dangerous for us to stand in the middle of a plane with so many metallic components. We had to end our tour earlier but it still left a grand impact on myself. It was 3 hours long tour with a 20 minutes break between the two camps.

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There is this one thing that’s been bothering me since the entry of the camp. Someone from our tour group asked our tour guide:

“Is it ok to take photos?”

“Yes, in a respectful way.”

And my question is: where are the boundaries? Do you take selfies in a place where millions died?

As a blogger or influencer or whatever your main goal is to promote. To sell. To bring attention to something. You can do it in many different ways but visual aids are mostly the golden choice. If you search Instagrams or twitters hashtags for Oswiecim, Auschwitz or concentration camp there are few patterns that occur. The photograph of a person sitting on a Birkenau railway with a gate in the background. The photo in front of the Auschwitz gate or the photos from the roll-call square.

And I’m just trying to grasp what is the meaning of it.

Aesthetically pleasing? Of course not.

Proof that you travel? That makes the most sense.

You’re into deeper issues? Possibly but do you achieve this statement with selfies?

I personally didn’t even think about taking photos of myself at the camp. To be fair I take a shit a lot of photographs from every random thing I like and my family is super annoyed with it. That’s why they were kind of surprised I didn’t ask them to be my personal photographers in Oswiecim.

Is like, do you need to promote this part of history? Talk about it and remember it sure. But how do you do it?

Do you smile for the photos?

Do you need to remember the place by looking at yourself in there?

I just felt like I was being super disrespectful by even taking the photos I did and shared here with you.

There were several places where the museum actually asked the visitors not to take photos. Like in the room with the hair of the deceased. And still, many visitors from our group shamelessly took out their phones and took the pictures anyway. Honestly, are you ever gonna forget that image?

I feel like I’m shaming the people that do take selfies in concentration camps and I apologize. I would really like to hear your opinion on this issue in the comments thought.

After 3 hours we were exhausted both physically a mentally. No matter how badly our Auschwitz tour began the result was unforgettable. I believe that everyone should visit places like concentration camp or museum of the holocaust at least once in their lifetime as a reminder of evil humanity is capable of.

Auschwitz concentration camp and the dilemma of selfies Following my previous article called Quick trip to Salt Mine Wieliczka in Poland here is another of my Polish trip.

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