#it was just unlogical written

[darlenicy]

already as a kid i never got why musa thinks they have a party when they all just sit in a café  😅

why? did you think stella would lie to you for fun? that’s not her type. she is the one who gossips at the first chance but she'd never lie to make you feel bad. she simply doesn’t watch her words. so why so surprised?

why does musa pretend as if this was an impossible thing? ever looked at darcy? she’s gorgeous

#i think it's very obvious that musa has complexes towards darcy #i mean she's the cute tomboy #cute. yes but on the other hand we have darcy #with silky long hair and tbh one of the most beautiful designed characters in this show #kinda funny that musa later on gets long straight her too wonder why >:) #so her story with riven is notn only being overlooked - they barely interacted #but also maybe feeling not pretty and feminine enough especially at s2 #where she mentions she doubts riven liked wild girls like her #actually rivusa could have been good #but it wasn't #it was just unlogical written #just forced i will say it ever and ever again #while driven is something that's just kinda natural #i wrote a #lot of pages in my journal about them these days #and i will make a post about the pros of driven soon #winx club #winx musa #winx rive #winx darcy #trix darcy #driven #winx club season 1 #1x9

[marunalu]

Careful long rant incomming! If you are a bakugou fan its better to not read any further, so you are warned!

So regarding the new chapter. Well, like I already said, when I actually didnt believe hori could turn bakugous fake death and resurrecction even more terrible then it already was to begin with, he surprised me again. Its just SO bad!!! I have no idea what he thought when he wrote that bullshit and I really dont get how some people can defend it. I have seen many MANY terrible written fake deaths in fiction, but bakugous takes the crone! It didnt contributed ANYTHING to the story! It was just there to shock the readers and that backfired so hard that even hardcore bakugou fans were like "yeah right.... as if hori has the balls to kill his biggest money maker off". It was written in such a cheap way that NO ONE believed even for a second that bakugou would really stay dead and it pissed people on both sides (bakugou lovers and haters) off! And then, just to proof that it was indeed just for the shock value, right in the next chapter best jeanist and edgeshot come to the rescue. And in fact the most unlogical rescue I have EVER seen in shonen! They do a heart surgery on bakugou IN THE MIDDLE OF A BATTLEFIELD, with edgeshot desinfecting himself with SOAP BUBBLES before entering bakugous body and him and best jeanist stitching up bakugous RAPTURED heart and the hole in his chest, without giving him any oxygen or a blood transfusion for 30 MINUTES and he still didnt fucking die!!! Two guys with ZERO medical knowledge managed all of this, but now comes the best!!! They couldnt make his freshly operated heart beat again (lets also completly ignore the bloodlose and lacking oxygen!!!) so WHAT does it instead? A FUCKING SWEATDROP?????? THAT EXPLODED IN HIS BODY AND MADE HIS HEART BEAT AGAIN??????

WHAT THE FUCK HORI????? 🤣🤣🤣🤣 How can anyone defend that shit?!?! Listen you dont need to be a medical genius to know that a small exlosion near a heart will absolutely not make it beat again!!! Honestly I think, just like @tengoku-izumi mentioned in the comment section of one of my posts that hori is aware how terrible he fucked up bakugous "death" and resurrecction to the point even bakugou fans had to facepalm themself and now is desperately trying to explain his crap writing. There was ZERO reason for this! Bakugous "death" didnt do ANYTHING for the story! If he wanted bakugou out of the way for a while to focus on other characters he didnt had to "kill" him just to resurrecct him in the VERY NEXT chapter! And now he didnt even had the balls to kill off edgeshot despite that it was said, he wouldnt be able to return! 🤣🤣🤣

Absolutely no one of the hero side fucking dies in this final WAR, how I am supposed to care or be worried about the chatacters if I know for a fact that hori doesnt have the balls to kill them off. Its supposed to be a war! People DIE in war and not only the bad guys! At this point he could rip someones head off and I wouldnt be worried at all that the character doesnt survive!

Now lets go to the bakugou vs afo fight. First off, the mere thought that bakugou should be able to FIGHT after he just woke up from a heart surgery, lost A LOT of blood, didnt got any oxygen for HALF AN HOUR, but still for some fucking reason can fight against the main villain now, is the most utterly ridiculous plot armour shit I have ever seen! He shouldnt even be able to MOVE!! And now BAKUGOU gets to fight the main villain AGAIN, not the actual mc of the story, NO the most horrible written side character in shonen history?!?! Are you fucking kidding me??? 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

It almost feels like as if hori all of a sudden realized that bakugou is the only more prominent character in the story who doesnt have his own villain and was like: "uhmmm well uhhhhhh.... lets just give him the main villain then." At this point its not my hero academia anymore but "bakugous hero academia". Not only is he the one who safes all might (I would be fine with that even if he shouldnt be able to move in his condition), he also gets to fight the main villain, while the mcs fight against shigaraki till to this point happend almost completly OFFSCREEN!!!

There is just one good thing about the fact that bakugou fights afo. It proofes even more that there is a connection between afo and izuku. Hori really REALLY doesnt want izuku and afo to interact (yet) with each other! He is hiding something. There is no reason to not let afo and izuku see and interact with each other. Afo is the main villain and NOT ONCE did he and izuku directly talk or see each other face to face. And I think its maybe because izuku would recognize afo. There is no reason otherwise. Hori could still make bakugou fight against afo, AFTER afo managed to reach izuku and tomura but he stupornly makes sure afo and izuku dont interact and thats suspicious as hell! Also Im still confident that afo has an ace up his sleeve (like the overhaul quirk for example). Also this is the perfect oppunity for afo to mention little tsubasa (on of bakugous childhood friends/minions) and to explain what happend to him. Espicially if afo actually wanted to turn bakugou into a nomou, but he had to be fine with tsubasa, because bakugou was always to close to izuku to vanish unnoticed.

All in all it was an horrible written chapter. The worst hori has written so far. Bakugous plot armour really destroys this manga for me. I think I really need a break.

#bnha #bnha spoiler #bnha dad for one #anti bakugou #anti katsuki bakugou

[anime-rambles]

As It Should Have Been *RETIRED*

Pairing: Alpha!Bakugou x Omega!Reader

Warnings: Angst, mentions of grape, omegaverse

Word Count: 2200+

A/N: Okay so, I got a bunch of great ideas that I was going to merge with the request I received from the prompt lists, but I wanted to make them longer than 500+ words. So the prompts are still open, and I have around 3/4 and for my own fics that I recently thought of the list is about 20+ now, a big mix of characters, ones that I haven't done yet like Denki, and Aizawa... I also started an Erwin fic today and it's a spicy one, the first of its kind.

On a side note, This fic I had released a snippet before but I am going to retire this fic, I don't really know where to go with it, as I had written like 2000 words, and I feel like it would be a waste not to release what I have as it kinda has an ending to it.

Summary: Bakugou didn't deserve to be where he was, he didn't deserve his number 1 spot as a pro-hero, he ruined your life and in turn, you will ruin his by taking everything he wanted in his life, a family, a happy omega and a successful rut.

*RETIRED, NO MORE PARTS OR UPDATES*

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Fury, fury was all you could feel as you used your quirk to save not only yourself, your family but the civilians around you. The shining stars of UA had taken to charts as soon as they graduated, most of your friends were already in the top 10 and you couldn’t be prouder to have trained with them until now. 

Now you were angry, the villains had attacked and the heroes rushed straight into attack, ignoring the building crumbling around them. Typical. You stalked towards the graduates, shoving reporters out of the way, trying to get to them. You could see his blonde hair already and you knew deep down that today would be the day you might possibly kill someone. 

“BAKUGOU KATSUKI” You screamed as you got closer, shoving your hand forward and throwing an air current towards him. Bakugou dodge it just in time and all reporters around him stopped. His eyes met yours and you stood strong staring back at him. 

“Well, well, well, look who appears once again, tck” 

“I would happily never look at your face again Bakugou but somebody had their eye on the fucking top again and neglected to look around at what was happening.” you step closer to him, not backing down. You could feel your quirk under your skin begging to be released. 

“You're just jealous y/n, some wanna be hero drop out just tryna get their 5 minutes of fame.” Bakugou stood forward. 

“As if I would be jealous of the mighty dynamite, who would let civilians die around him.”

“Watch how you speak to me, omega, you have no right.” 

“oh i have every right, as you almost got me and my family killed.” you stepped towards him again, the air around your hands starting to solidify. You could hear little pops coming from Bakugou’s hands. 

“I might be a drop out of UA, an omega but I'll always have one thing you will never have Bakugou.”

“Tck, as if i need to hear this, you're dead to me y/n, live with that.” Bakguou said and stepped away from you. 

“Don't you dare turn your back on me.” You shout and throw your quirk towards him, throwing him forward from the force. 

“Don't make me put you in your place omega.” Bakugou got off the floor, and stalked towards you, releasing his pheromones  in an attempt to break you into submission.

“How dare you use your pheromones against me” You scream, throwing yourself at him, clawing at him. 

“I MAY BE AN OMEGA, BUT I’LL STILL KICK YOUR ASS” You added, Bakugou and you fought without quirks until you could feel yourself being dragged from him by a blur of red. You didn’t even have to look at the person to know who it was. 

“Kirishima let me go, LET ME GO” You shout, trying to wriggle your way out of his arms. 

“Calm down y/n, please this isn't the time or place for this.” He places you away from Bakugou and makes you look in his eyes. You nod and look around him, seeing all of your friends from UA, standing around. 

“What's going on y/n, please tell us.” Mina says as she takes a step forward. You look at Bakugou and see Deku trying to calm him down. 

“Well, it's a funny story actually, here i was just enjoying my day when a villain attacked the street, a lovely hero flew overhead attacking this villains and ignore the space they were in, now this hero had an explosion quirk and next thing you know the building I was under exploded and I had to activate my quirk, saving the civilians.” you say calmly and gesture to the area you came from. All heads turned to look, your quirk of air manipulation - force fields were currently holding massive boulders of concrete in the air and other heroes were pulling civilians from the broken building. 

“Holy shit y/n, are you still holding that up? Always knew you were a badass” Denki asks looking at you. 

“Yes Denki, I am, I had to train my hardest to keep up with you all this time” you smile at him.

“Too bad, you were good enough to stick around, tck” Bakugou says under his breath.

“Kacchen, that is so uncalled for.” Deku says, hitting him in the arm.

“You wanna say that louder” You take a step away from Kirishima and try to square up to Bakugou. 

“Mom, can I come out of the bubble now?” a little voice could be heard. You instantly switch to parent mode and turn to look at your son. 

“Of course, buddy I was just making sure it was safe, hence why I'm talking to these lovely heroes” you flick your hand and the protective bubble around your son disappears and he runs towards you. You pick him up, throw him in the air and catch him, causing him to giggle. 

“Hold on a minute, there's a little y/n, walking around and I didn’t know” Kirishima asks grinning at the child in your arms. 

“Hey baby look around you, look who's here” you whisper to your son, pointing around you. Your son gasps and points to each of the heroes. 

“Red Rite…..pinky……dekuuuu…..chargy…BOOMBOOM….and SHOTOOOOOO” Your son wriggles out of your arms and runs towards Shoto, who instantly bends down to pick him up. 

“Hey little man, you being good for mommy.” He asks, putting his full attention to your son. You smile looking at the two interacting. 

“WAIT, YOU AND ICYHOT” Bakugou shouts, making his way towards you. 

“IS THAT WHY YOU LEFT, YOU HAD A KID WITH ICYHOT, YOU CHEATED ON ME WITH HIM” He grabs your arms, forcing you to look at him.” 

“Hey Shoto, can you take Akaashi for me for the moment?” you turn your head to look at Shoto who had your son turned away from you with Kirishima distracting him. 

“Of course y/n” 

As Shoto left with your son you turned to look at Bakugou once more. You took a breath and stared into his eyes. 

“No Bakugou, I didn't not have a son with Shoto, if you stopped for a moment and actually looked at the kid you would notice some similarities with someone else present. Or if you used your head for a moment you would observe things around you.” you say calming, shoving his arms off you. 

“What are you talking about?” he asks, looking at you. Not once breaking eye contact. 

“Okay, let's try this again shall we, what age does my son look?” you ask him.

“I don't know, 6 maybe.”

“You haven't seen me in 4 years, how could he be 6?, no hes 3.” Bakugou rolled his eyes. 

“We were meant to go to the dance, but you never showed up and you disappeared y/n, I can't remember what happened the last i saw you.” he said, taking a step back. 

“Okay, next question, what happened when you last saw me?”

“Well, why don't I tell the brilliant Bakugou, you came to me before the dance but not as my caring boyfriend, the love of my life no? What I got when I opened my door was a disgusting alpha full of rut pheromones, and used them against me, forcing me into heat, marking me and making me pregnant.”

“What” was all Bakugou could say and he tried to wrap his head around this new information. 

“Look at him Katsuki, look at my son. Blonde hair and red eyes, sound familiar to you” you shout, tears leaving your eyes. Tears start to fill him also. 

“Kacchan, please say you didn't,” Deku says quietly behind. 

“He did Izuku, he did and left straight afterwards, when I confronted him later that night, he called me liar and claimed i cheated on him, stupid alpha didnt even know his own scent. Shortly afterwards I dropped out and Shoto saw me one day pregnant and has been taking care of us all this time. So although I can never have another alpha in my life, their is a plus, I know you can never have an omega in your life or have a successful rut ever again,” You stand tall as you look at Bakugou who was trying to rack his mind with the truth you had told him. 

In a flash, Bakugou launched for you, grabbing you by the neck. Shoving his mouth onto his mark and bit down. You screamed out, trying to break away. Deku tried his hardest to pull him off you. Bakugou pumped out pheromones to calm you down or throw you into heat you weren't sure. You screamed out again as he bit harder, and a blur of red tackled you both to the ground. Kirishima pulled Bakugou off you, you could hear your son screaming in the background scared that his mother was hurted but you could also hear Shoto calming him down. 

“What the hell Bakugou?” Kirishima shouted as he moved to look at your neck. Blood pooled around your collarbone as you tried to hold the bite tight. 

“I HAD TO, I HAD TO MAKE SURE” He barked as he stood up again, looking at you with teary eyes. 

“My words weren't enough?” You asked as Kirishima pulled you to your feet. 

“Of course they are, I would never doubt you, I was a stupid kid back then so ashamed of what i done I-” Bakugou paused and looked around at all his friends, “..y-You could’ve been a shifter, you could’ve been a phony. No one here can smell you bar me, I had to know y/n it was you,” Bakugou brings his hands to his face and cries. Your friends stand around and watch him, no words are exchanged. 

Paparazzi and news reporters had been cleared out from the area by your friends, giving you all some privacy. As Bakugou cried, you could feel your heart breaking. Yes you were mad and hurt by what had happened but Akaashi was the best thing that ever happened in your life. Yes you would’ve loved to have been a hero but being Akasshi’s mother was a dream come true. Yes there was still time to become a hero as you still had your hero license but right now your life was Akaashi. Tears formed in your eyes and you slowly stepped towards Bakugou. You reached for his arm to try and soothe him but he turned his body from yours. You reach forward again gripping his face and making him look at you. 

“Even though you ruined my life for a time, I have to thank you” you stare into his eyes. He stares right back at you. 

“You gave me two things that day, the most amazing child I will ever have and a glimpse of what my life would’ve been like shackled to your side and you know what I saw?” you ask him, not letting him look away from you. 

“I saw a shitty excuse of an Alpha who has no right to be where he is today” You push his face away from yours and take a deep breath before turning your full attention to your son who was happily giggling in Shoto’s arms. You could hear Deku trying to comfort Bakugou  but he simply shoves him off. 

“Y/n PLEASE, let me know my son, let me make it up to you, let me explain everything” Bakugou runs to you and holds your arm, you refuse to turn and look at him. 

“He is not your son, he will never be your son, you gave up that right all those years ago when you turned on me. Forget about him, he’ll never be yours” You reef your arm out of his hold and make your way towards Shoto and Akashi.  

Once you reach them, Akashi holds out his arms for you to pick him up from Shoto’s arms. “Sho-to prowmised ic- crem” you son says to you. You giggle and reply, “Oh did he now, hmmm-” you look at Shoto who is pretending to look into the sky. “-well you have been a good boy today so okay, just this once” You kiss your son on the head and begin to walk away. 

“Hey I’ve been a good boy too, can I get ice-cream” Denki asks as you begin to walk away, Mina wacks him on the arm and everyone begins to laugh and filter off except Bakugou, he can't move. His eyes are locked on you and his son, walking happily with Shoto. Fuming is brimming and taking over his entire soul. How can this be happening, his whole life and future is walking away from him. The future he gave up, the one he always wanted with you, the one he messed up all because he was a jealous kid who expected greatness without earning it first. There was one thing on Bakugou’s mind, he will get his family, he will get you back, and the truth he’s been hiding from since that night will be revealed. Damn his career, his friend's opinion, there's only one thing now he wants most in his life. That is to have you and Akaashi safe in his arms.

#alpha bakugou x reader #alpha!bakugou #alpha bakugou #alpha bakugou x omega reader #omega!reader #bakugou x y/n #bakugou x reader #bakugou katuski x reader #mha bakugou #bnha imagines #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha bakugou #mha imagines #domestic bakugou

[witchcraftandgeekness]

In defense of Kol Mikaelson

Personally for me, the most unbelievable thing that ever happened in TVD, is that Elena survived Kol's death. Maybe Kol had not very nice relationships with his family, but he was their brother and they claimed to care about him.

Kol was there for Rebekah ("You need to kill some guy to take revenge on the bitch who stabbed you, and we can end up in trouble for that? I'm in." "I need to return to the town just to help you to torture people and find the Cure you wanted? Say no more, I am on my way"), he defended her from Klaus few times even after she betrayed him, what resulted in him being daggered in 1914.

Klaus clearly was in pain after Kol's death, it was written all over his face. He was trapped in the room near his little brother's dead body, he did not want Kol to die and the loss was harsh. They had really complicated relationship, but Klaus cared for him.

Elijah said that family is his first priority and, I quote, "No one hurts my family and lives. No one."

Apparently, no one hurts his family and lives, except Elena and MF gang. After Kol's death he had quite civil and polite conversation with Elena, exactly the same person who, maybe did not kill Kol herself, but at least arranged his death, participated in the kill and the whole need of killing him was for her to have the Cure she did not even needed so much. That is a little bit hypocritical, Elijah, don't you think so?

Rebekah even pitied Elena for the loss of Jeremy (what in my opinion says a lot about "good" Elena and "bad" Rebekah). Open your eyes, Bekah, she, in fact, killed your brother and Jeremy was the one whose hand ended his life.

Klaus, who seemingly was deeply affected by this tragedy, helped the gang with aramaic translation, decided to save Caroline's life (you can say Caroline did not participate in the deed, but she at least was aware of the plan, and Klaus killed for lesser) AND did not do anything to avenge Kol.

For the family like Mikaelsons, revenge upon everyone who was envolved in their brother's murder is the least they can do. But instead, they did no harm to Elena, and some of them even helped her, pitied her.

It is just unlogical. This is the most unreasonable thing in the entire series and I am so mad for that.

And I can absolutely understand Kol for his rage later on. He felt like his family did not care for him, that he was wronged and was robbed of the revenge he deserved. My darling certainly deserved so much better.

Rewatching the fourth season made me very angry so excuse me

#kol mikaelson #klaus mikaelson #elijah mikaelson #rebekah mikaelson #tvd #the originals #tvd thoughts #justice for kol mikaelson #my poor baby #mikaelson family #i really love klaus elijah and rebekah but i cant forgive this neglect #anti elena gilbert #kol deserved better #i got a little carried away #just my opinion

[ronearoundblindly]

The Dignity of His Choice (4)

Brand, Part Two (see previous or series)

Summary: Bucky returns to update Steve and ask him some serious questions. Warnings: language.

No music, no fires (until foggy days), no books (except one small tome on edible plants), no paper. Steve draws with a stick in the dirt sometimes and hums songs (quietly) he wants to dance with you to. He thinks this will be the easy part. The bandaid is ripped off. It should be fine; it’s just a waiting game while the best Team on earth handles the same stuff they do every day all day. While Bucky won’t discuss the subplot of your kidnapping with anyone, the Avengers and all affiliated intelligence organizations are already working the list. Buck doesn’t need to push for that. Steve’s grateful that Natasha knows, too. She and Bucky together will no doubt be able to find any traitor among the employees.

He’s been alone before, not for this long, but Steve has done this bit. The waiting feels the same as all the other waiting. It sucks. He hates it. But it’s no different.

There’s no plumbing. He has to shit outside and walk about a mile to a stream for water once, sometimes twice, a day. It’s already too cold to bathe in the stream, so Steve just…gets grimy and deals with it. The only piece he can’t handle being dirty is his hands. He’s seen too much battle and had too much actual blood on his hands to stand his skin or nails looking so used. It’s one of those things he does to keep his professional life separate from, well, himself.

None of this is really new. He was in the army in 1943, of course. He’s camped outside and hunkered down in abandoned houses before. Steve can hear Dum Dum Dugan in his head saying Cap’s gone soft. Dernier’s voice mutters in French about Steve missing his ‘three water closets in his own palace’ while Union Jack points out that you told Steve he’d miss having his own bathroom someday. This is all ludicrous, however, because those men have been dead longer than Steve’s known you, several of them died before you were born, but hey, it’s his brain’s best way of coping.

He hears nothing and sees no one (in real life) for two weeks.

The high-pitched whine of the jet engine comes first, likely beyond human hearing at that distance. Bucky’s been able to swing an unlogged visit because of a recon mission with comms-dark protocols, but he can only stay for a few hours.

“What about today’s mission?” Steve thinks his voice sounds harsh and needy after not speaking for so long.

“Let’s just say,” Bucky says with a smirk over his shoulder, “this guy wasn’t that hard to outsmart.”

He tenses. “He in the jet? Buck, what if he says you stopped—“

“This i’n’t my first rodeo, punk.” Bucky puts a hand up and shrugs. “Plus I tranqued him. He can’t notice a whole hell of a lot.”

Steve nods but paces the handful of strides back and forth across the single room structure. Bucky seems casual enough, in a good mood, but he doesn’t offer any details about home while he shows Steve what supplies he’s been able to scrounge up. None of them are Steve’s things, obviously, but he is grateful.

Maybe it’s going well? Maybe he can come home soon? You’ve got an entire team of people to carry you through this dark time, so as much as it breaks Steve’s heart, it should all be fine once the threat is gone. Bucky and Nat know to keep an eye on you. They can help with anything you could possibly need. Perhaps—just perhaps—you suspect the truth already. You’re smart, so Steve wouldn’t doubt that possibility for a second. Buck’s probably here to say you guessed and now you know. Maybe you’ve written a letter for Steve. He’s filled with unmatched hope all of a sudden and can barely contain it.

“How is she?” Steve smiles. He genuinely expects good news.

Then he sees his friend’s face fall.

Bucky pulls out his Stark tablet, and Steve startles just a little. Buck quickly assures him the signal isn’t connected to anything, plus there’s a whole damn jet outside. Of course, he knows that Bucky wouldn’t be so careless as to burn his own safe house’s location simply to show Steve photos, but he flinches anyway. Isolation has not been great for Steve.

Bucky finds what he’s scrolling for and then tilts the screen back down. “How about I tell you the progress first?” He’s biting his lip. That’s not a good sign.

Steve huffs and seats himself (since Bucky refuses to use the one chair available).

“Another three killed before capture and a dozen more leads, approximately half of those are solid, actionable within the next week.”

“Leaving?”

Bucky lands a steel gaze on Steve. “Give or take twenty unknowns.”

Steve’s doing calculations so fast it hurts. He buries his head in his hands, and after a moment, he gives up and just wants to be told. “How long am I gonna be out here?”

Bucky puts a hand on his knee. “As long as it takes to keep your wife safe, pal.” He takes one look at Steve’s red-faced frustration and offers the tablet. Quietly, he adds, “we had your funeral.”

Before Steve even looks at the screen, he can imagine you spending the entire time hugging every single person there. It’s your superpower. You are comfort incarnate to Steve. You likely are to everyone you touch. The thought alone makes him long for you that much more, but something in Bucky’s body language hints that Steve is very, very wrong.

The camera roll is queued up to its end: one photo and two videos after a slew of Alpine pictures. The photo shows exceptional quality, zoomable to an unflattering degree, but the iconography is stunning.

You’re in mourning, your face covered in a sheer black veil that only partially obscures contorted features. Your hand rests on his shield with his mother’s ring and your wedding band visible on your spread fingers.

Steve slumps into the chair. He expected this. You’re rightfully devastated, as Steve would be if he thought you were dead, too, but it still hurts to see in vivid color.

Bucky leans over and swipes to the first video, a short, low-quality clip with handheld camera movement, blink and he would miss it. You topple the shield’s display and move—Steve can’t be sure at this angle—to spit on it, maybe? Good god, he can tell just by the way your back is set that you’re about to snap. He doesn’t want to see more, but Bucky swipes anyway.

The speakers on the phone are up way too loud, and since Steve has been in near silence for weeks, he’s flung back into the seat by the hoarse and broken wail that catapults out. The power of it has his own frustrated and embarrassed flush scalding up his body in thick sheets. Each second scrapes a layer of his humanity away.

He did this. He did this to you.

It’s not even over by the time Bucky taps the file closed and takes the device back. Steve’s shaken into silence. His ears are still ringing.

“I’m here because I need to know if there are any…abort points. Keep her safe, obviously, but what if…” Buck studies the small, lone window a moment before continuing lowly. “What are the hard outs for this?”

“The job isn’t done until she’s safe.”

“Yeah, but say she…tries to hurt herself?”

Steve sits quietly for a minute and rubs his legs. He’s reeling. He has no reference point for this behavior from you. He knows how upset you were by Norm’s death…and why the hell is he just thinking about this now? Of course. Of course, this is how you react. This is how he met you. You only coped then because of Steve, and he feels so stupid for just realizing that even though you know all about loss, you can’t simply default to acceptance. And he would have known—he would have seen this coming—if he’d just thought it through. There’s a difference between you being alive because of him and you being alive without him.

But Steve can’t unring this bell. Not until you’re out of danger.

In equal parts to reassure himself and assure Bucky, he says, “she would never do that.” Steve’s own voice isn’t even convincing. The words are weak, and they aren’t the last to fall short.

“And if she leaves campus? Quits working there? Moves away?”

Now Steve’s getting antsy. The stun of your cry is wearing off, and he just wants to help. “You said yourself there’s no reason they’d take her if I’m dead, Buck.”

“I know what I said.” Bucky scans the woods outside the cabin carefully before his next question. “And if she moves on?”

Steve licks his lips, mind blank. He doesn’t understand.

“What if your wife starts…seeing someone, Steve?”

“Like a therapist?” His voice cracks. “Makes sense. Might be a good idea.”

“No, bud.” Bucky gives Steve the same remorseful look he gave him after his mom passed, the one where Bucky vowed to hold Steve’s hand through an incomprehensible crisis, the one that says Bucky loves him but he’s not sure Steve can handle himself this time. “I mean dating. What if your wife, who thinks you are dead, starts seeing someone romantically?”

And suddenly Steve’s furious, and his voice drops dangerously low. “It’s been two weeks.”

“We don’t know how long it’s gonna take to clear all those names.”

“I’m not going to be out here long enough for that.”

“You know that finding twenty—“

He’s on his feet in a flash, screaming, “I’m not going TO BE HERE that long.“

“There is no playbook for grief, Steve! I just need to know when to call this off.”

“No, Buck,” he shouts, “you’re not calling it off. You come back here when they’re all dead.”

Steve’s never felt this kind of fury before. He’s an echo chamber for your sorrow, and the force is melting him from the inside out. He grips his friend’s shoulders with bone-crushing strength, but metal doesn’t yield and serum heals the rest.

“You use every bit of that shit inside you and you hunt them, do you hear me? That’s the hard out. That’s the only option.”

It’s crippling to watch the flicker of fear in Bucky’s eyes. Steve has never once treated Bucky like a weapon, but Steve has no choice. He can do nothing.

“Fine.” Bucky puts his hands up. “We’re are on the same page.”

The sum total of what Steve can do for your safety at this moment lands him in the middle of an uninhabited wilderness. He needs Bucky to handle anything just like Steve would, but that was the side of the coin they’d never landed on, the danger of him being gone. Bucky can’t replace Steve, so his only option, the best thing he can do for Steve and you, is to Winter Soldier the hell out of that list. The man who held Bucky’s hand back to humanity asks—no, begs—for Bucky to use every dark and twisted means he knows to fix this problem.

It’s a line Steve never thought he’d cross. He almost takes it back right there, but Bucky’s eyes steel again, showing that he gets the message, he knows the stakes, and he has his orders.

Steve releases his grip and rolls out his tense shoulders. “I expect you to use your best judgment on what is too great a danger.” It’s his Cap voice but softer, less sure. “And it’s just the twenty names?”

“Well,” Buck admits through tight lips, “we’re finding outliers. New recruits working under some of the alias agents.”

“Anyone who would be the source inside HQ?”

Bucky shakes his head, looking guilty as Steve struggles with his thoughts.

He’s got no words left. There are no more angles he can see, and Bucky has to go. Steve’s heart gets heavier the more he thinks of Bucky’s presence here meaning one less person near you who can help. He ticks his head to usher Bucky back to the jet.

At the base of the ramp, Steve draws Bucky into the hug he should have started the visit with. After a good long while, he whispers, “what’d she say when you told her?”

Bucky hesitates, pats Steve’s back, and pulls away. “She slapped me. Slapped me pretty damn hard.”

He doesn’t know what he was expecting, but immediately he recalls how you tried to kick at him while in shock after Norm’s death. It all makes sense. He still hates it.

Steve’s torment gouges his features when he links his forearm to Buck’s. “Till the job is done.”

“I’ll see it through,” Bucky says solidly. “Don’t do anything stupid, punk.”

Steve clenches. He can’t fall back on the old quips. Not this time. Left with no control over his life and future, no one to fight, Steve hasn’t got any humor left in his body.

“Can’t afford stupid.”

Bucky nods and heads into the jet before throwing one last hope over his shoulder, “ya know, this isn’t the end of the line.”

Steve needs to hear that. This nightmare will end, but you and the life he’s built won’t end with it. That’s the hope his life depends on now.

(Next Part)

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Time in a Bottle Chapter 9 You Lost Her?!

Hi y’all! Taglist is still open if you wanna join!

Pairing: Bakugou x fem!reader x Shinsou

Warnings: pet sitter au, aged up, quirkless, 18+, cursing, some angst

Written portions in this one!

As soon as you sent that last chat, you locate Bakugou and trudge up to him and show him your phone.

“Is this true?! Where’s Haru?”

The blond takes a deep breath before moving toward the door and switching the open sign to closed. “We’re trying to figure it out.” He places a careful hand on your shoulder. “Shinsou is checking the transactions for the day and we’re gonna double check our books but—“ His vermillion irises meet her gaze and he stops mid sentence. Slightly chapped lips part upon seeing the growing distress in your features. Your fingers fidget while your breathing shallows out. “Hey, we’re gonna find her.”

“Like hell we are!” The volume of your voice shocks the man in front of you along with some of the other cats in the vicinity. You pull your lips into your mouth and lower your shoulders. “Sorry, I just… sorry.”

“Yeah whatever,” he waves off. Bakugou scans the room and eyes the cats around him, noticing the different collar colors and shoots his business partner a message. He jogs toward the office to grab his jacket and keys before grabbing your wrist. “C’mon, dumbass. We’re no good here, fuzzy head is gonna stay here in case anything happens.” You nod slowly as the palpitations in your heart from your growing anxiety and the man holding your wrist get mingled in your mind. You follow him easily toward a parking lot and get in his car. You can’t help but fidget and bounce your leg up and down in his passenger seat.

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[scarlettriot]

A Walk in the Garden

Pairing: Megumi X Ella (( @unlogical-ella ))

Warnings: Abundance of Fluff

A/N: This piece was written for Ella as a reward for her donation to help @weebaboobs and her adorable pup, Peach! Thanks so much and we hope you enjoy your date ❤️

WC: 603

Rainy days bothered most people but never you and Megumi, you two saw them as shiny opportunities to go visit some of your most favorite places.

With everything your boyfriend had seen in his life, and the horrors he faces on a regular basis, he often needs reminding of all the beauty this world has to offer, and you are always willing to help him find it.

When the two of you began seeing each other, you started off small with him. Holding his hand while walking through a gorgeous park in autumn, and showing him the different little foam art that they did at your favorite coffee shop, to name a few. Little things that Megumi never took the time to notice before you were in his life.

Now, months into your relationship, he was the one who’d occasionally find events and bring them to your attention. There was a photographer he liked hosting a gallery downtown a few months ago. And just last week there was a concert held at the coffee shop he now loved as much as you do. It didn’t come as too much of a surprise when he brought an art festival to your attention, happening in a park not far from your home in just a couple of days.

The two of you decided to make a day of it. Meet for coffee as usual and then wander around the festival. The only issue was the moment you stepped out your front door, you saw those puffy grey clouds looming overhead. You just hoped the rain would hold off long enough for you two to enjoy your date.

You were only two booths in when the sky opened up and a warm rain came tumbling down. Megumi though popped open the umbrella he’d had with him and pulled you close to his side. You’d both been content still looking at art in the light rain but, all the vendors were closing up shop to your dismay. “C’mon, Ella, don’t be sad, baby. ‘M sure we can find something else to do.”

He was determined not to let the day go to waste.

Together you walked down the sidewalks, avoiding puddles that formed until an iron gate covered in ivy caught Megumi’s eye. He peeked over the fence and saw a beautiful sprawling garden on just the other side and a small booth selling tickets. He squeezed your hand and quickened his pace. There was no line to get in and only a small fee for entry. Megumi even dropped a little extra in the elderly ticket takers donation box with a small smile on his face.

There was no one else in the garden, among the topiaries, or hundreds of gorgeous blooms, the whole thing was there for the two of you to explore. And you took your time too, admiring every little flower that caught your eye.

Megumi only left your side for a couple of minutes when the man from the booth waved to him from a greenhouse. You watched him dart down the cobblestones and give you a little wave before he ducked into the shelter.

When he returned, stepping back under the umbrella with you, his dark hair now clinging to his forehead, he pulled out a bouquet from behind his back. “The grounds keeper helped me out this together, they reminded me of you,” a pink ice protea was at its center, surrounded by eucalyptus and mini green hydrangeas, “The pink one especially.”

Ever since that day, a little rain never stopped either of you from having a beautiful day together.

A/N: We just wanted to say thank you again, Ella! Ame and Peach appreciate the help so much!

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#jjk fanfic #megumi fluff #megumi fushiguro #Megumi x self insert

[sallowhillshq]

plot drop 6.2: the numbers grow

Since the Sallow Times uncovered unresolved murders that were hidden from the public, the town has begun digging everything up that they can.  Questions of a serial killer, of a cult, and even if Armes E. Sallow is behind it all.  But what information has actually been put out there?

this plot drop effects the town starting today, february 12nd, and will remain unchanged until part three of the plot drop arrives.

starter & plot call rules do not restart and continue as explained in our rules

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Transcript from Anonymous Radio Host - February 08

I’ve been finding more and more notes, and it’s just making it unnerving.  I found a name on top of one of these - Cherri Cola.  It sounds familiar, and that isn’t a common name mind you, but I can’t place why.  That only makes this even more unusual.  These notes, I will assume, are from before my time in Sallow Hills even when the dates on these notes says otherwise, otherwise I will just continue to question the reality around me.

Reality Question is not what this segment is for.

I have found a notebook worth of notes from this Cherri dedicated to Armes E. Sallow.  Theories too mad for even me.  They ask if it could be that Armes is immortal and has been running this town for decades now.  That seems crazy even for me.  He asks if she is responsible for the dragon attacks, even though she was a huge part of the clean up effort.

But until I decode the meanings behind these notes, we’ll be moving onto the next section of the show.   Have you heard the Sallow Times has locked out Armes? …

Transcript from Anonymous Radio Host - February 11

I have sat down with your letters to me, delivered through the slap in the door by the mysterious shadow who walks by at three oh four p.m. every Friday.  This week you have many interesting things to say, and all of them focused on the bodies being investigated.  

I have three letters here asking about serial killers.  I have four asking about cults.  And I have a few who think perhaps this was just lost paperwork and nothing truly out of the ordinary.  You few, I have no words for you other than you have been brainwashed by the government and should scream at the mirror until you have broken your brainwashing.  

One note, written in a slightly shaky cursive reminiscent of World War II, has very interesting information.  Rumors, it seems, of a serial killer dating back for a while.  Patterns of disappearances.  This cursive claims it is all a numbers game.  How interesting. …

The Sallow Times - February 09

The Bodies Are Stacking Up

Sallow Times’ contacts in the morgue (Canary, Cardinal, and Cockatoo) have come to us with more information.  We have been sitting on this for a few days out of their request, as they felt like they were close to something that would change the case itself, and it seems they have.  

More bodies are being found in the morgue without any logs on their identity, date, time, or cause of death.  These workers have been doing investigations on them now, and they have sent us details of far more bodies, and they fear they will continue to find more.

The most disturbing news is that six of these bodies have been dated to have died in the same week as Tate Langdon, implying that if this was all by one person it was purposeful and calculated.   Three of these bodies have been identified as John Winchester, Jacob Kane, and Fenrir Greyback.  The remaining three bodies have yet to be identified, though the morgue is asking that people who have missing loved ones come and offer up details that may help identify them.

The Sallow Times - February 11

Another Mayor, Another Question

A second ex-mayor of Sallow Hills has been found in the unlogged bodies hidden in the morgue.  The body of Michael “Mickey” Monroe has been identified.  Cockatoo delivered the details, though cautioned us for printing the details of this one.  I can say that they were surprised to be able to identify him, given the fact that his head was caved in, fractured, and a few pieces are still missing.  

The body of Oswald Cobblepot was not as surprising, given the history they and their partner, Victor Zsasz, had in this town.  But a second Mayor being found only leads to questions that we don’t have the answers to.  Has someone been targeting the Mayors?  Who hid the bodies?  Who snuck them into the Morgue, and who killed them?  We still don’t have the answers.

Update Note: More bodies are being investigated now.  Many morgue workers are working overtime to get the public information on these bodies, and we have a contact working directly with them to get you the news as soon as it comes out.  

#sallow hills (plot drop) #plotdrop006 #murder tw #death tw #cult tw #fandom rp #multifandom rp

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

🤦‍♀️ and 😊 for the fic ask game

🤦‍♀️ A fanfiction/chapter you are embarrassed about having written?

It’s harder to say with chapters, as with every multichapter fic I make there’s at least one moment I feel awkward about, but a full fic? I think perhaps… this one pregnacy fic I did for a fandom? I’ve always loved creating next gen ocs, but in that, it turned pretty… weird. Like, I was intentional with it being weird, but I am still a little embarrassed by it. It also have the most unlogical and random death of a character. I just came out with something out of the blue and I thought it was funny even if it did not make sense at all.

😊 The fic you’re most proud of?

I always answer The Quagmire-Baudelaire switch, because that fic I so much spent my everything into. I even drew my own banners for the chapters.

But also?? My Violetta rewrite. I’m on season 2 right now, but the fact that I managed to rewrite the entirety of season 1?? And release every chapter?? I COULD DO THAT?! That is passion, that is dedication! You know I tried to rewrite Glee and just gave up after like 4 eps into S2? I am rewriting S2 of Violetta rn and I am not giving up, very far from it.

#thanks for the ask!! #💜💜

[idolsummons]

❛  this is unlogical and does not make any sense!  ❜

my immortal ･ﾟ✫ @electricea

She resists the overwhelming urge to correct his grammar, if only barely. 'What's there to understand?' There's impatience in her tone now, tapping her foot and hoping that he gives the big leatherbound tome which had been mistakenly knocked from her hands back to her sooner rather than later. 'It's a book. It doesn't have to make sense, especially if you're not starting from the start.' But the issue, perhaps, is the contents of the book, written in a combination of Latin and a language unidentifiable to most (most certainly not their native Japanese); an intimidating volume no matter how one looks at it. Thankfully, he doesn't seem to have realised (or know) who he's speaking to yet. 'Look, can I please just have it back?'

#electricea

[touyaspeach]

“His poem was in the way he looked at you, in the warmth of his body against yours and the sweetness of his kisses. His poem was actions, rather than words, and it was perfect.” That is so beautifully written. I found it interesting how he liked poems and how it meant so much more to him when he met the right person. I think you captured him well as he struggles and how he confesses his feelings. This piece was lovely, thank you for sharing it!

I'm gonna cry anon thank you for being so sweet and saying such sweet things. Sometimes I just get hit with inspiration out of nowhere, and I have to thank @unlogical-ella for sending my this one Fitzgerald poem that kind of... inspired the whole thing.

#sweet talkin

[cakebeam]

Hello Darling 🦋

I can’t believe we trusted Chris to deliver us Malex. We‘ve seen 7 of 13 eps and got only two mini-malex-moments and one of them is Michael being mean to Alex.😠 Half of the season is over.

At this point I believe Chris and Heather have some personal relationship bc otherweise I can’t understand why Maria is leading S3? Wasn‘t Liz supposed to be the Lead-Character? Heather directing ep 7 where everybody praises Maria??? 🤮🤮🤮

I wasn‘t expecting him to undo S2 and what Maria did but giving us hope about malex and delivering nothing but making Maria the most important person on the show??? We have genius Michael, extra-ordinary brilliant Liz, mindcontrolling Isobel, Captain Alex and smart doctor Kyle who are not able to defeat Jones but Maria who didn’t have any powers for the last ten years and didn‘t know how to control her power in the last few eps?🤦🏽‍♀️🤔🤨

I think Chris, Vlamis and Jeanine are using Malex and giving us hope and some crumbles about malex (other acknowledging their love is NOT malex-content for me. Malex interacting together, talking together and working towards a relationship is good malex-content. Not Michael accusing Alex of not caring about anybody. 😖) bc otherweise so many fans of malex would stop watching RNM. Malex is their selling-point. After S1 and and during/after S2 so many fans left RNM.

I am leaving now and stopping watch RNM anymore, bc malex will not get together in S3 and how stupid and unlogical S3 is, there no point in watching it anymore.

I will scroll through Tumblr and see what happens.

Have a nice day! 🤗

Chris, like most showrunners, doesn't follow through with their promises (i.e. we're treating Echo and Malex the same this season). And sadly, it looks like he's carrying the homophobic torch on continuing to separate Malex from each other (while having them propping Maria Deluca up) into season 3. It's really too bad, I didn't expect a huge amount of change but damn, he's literally hung the Malex fans out to dry in a REAL in your face way.

I don't think Heather/Maria's special treatment this season is because she's Chris's favorite character or person or anything. It has to do with the network trying to save face this year as they became under fire last year for treating their POC/black character's poorly in storytelling (in all CW's shows, not just RNM). Maria being in every scene this season is the CW/RNM trying to say, "LOOK WE CARE ABOUT OUR POC CHARACTERS, IT'S MARIA EVERYWHERE, DON'T THINK TOO MUCH ON WHAT WE'RE HAVING HER SAY OR DO, JUST THAT SHE'S IN EVERY SCENE AND WE'RE SAYING HER NAME 1000 TIMES AN EPISODE!". It's definitely not helping RNM's case as Maria is still being written to be the absolute worst and still hasn't had any character development this season.

Liz has not been the lead of her own show since season 1. It's absolute bullsh*t they had Maria Deluca written to be front and center this season when it's LIZ ORTECHO'S SHOW and Maria Deluca is still being written to be the f*cking worst. Also yeah, didn't really think about it but really weird how in Heather's director debut the writer's had all the characters say 'Maria' like a billion times (seriously, if it was a drinking game we'd all be hospitalized or dead).

I actually was expecting Chris and the writer's to fix a LOT of season 2's mishandlings, especially in regards to the homophobic narration wrapped around Malex and Maria. It's literally the least they could do after grossly insulting the LGBTQ+ community last season and triggering a lot of people from that disgusting scene. They seem to have no problem writing everyone to be OOC in being up Maria's ass this season, yet just simply making a point in stating on screen by ANY character that how Alex Manes was treated by Maria (and even Michael at times) was wrong and especially 2x06's actions was unacceptable. There are no excuses, the writer's are just choosing to ignore all of it because it pertains to a gay character.

It can definitely be seen now 7 episodes into this season, that in the past interviews the cast, writer's and showrunner's have just been queerbaiting fans in trying to get them to continue watching this pretty terrible show. At this point, whatever Malex scenes we get at this point, I'm not expecting much. We only have 6 more episodes left and the romance hasn't even started between the two of them, they're barely interacting or talking about one another in other scenes. Don't even get me started on Sanders/Ramos being the ones to drop the Malex crumbs, it should be the main group. You know, the people who were completely ignoring Malex all last season? Still would love to know how the f*ck Ramos/Flint/Greg/Max/Sanders all found out about Malex since NONE OF THEM WILL TELL US. They just know. It's bullsh*t.

I totally understand nonnie, and I can't give you a reason to keep watching, this season has been a huge disappointment. I'm still going to try and stick it out till 3x13 but at this point I'm heavily disappointed after seeing how the homophobic narration is still going strong on this show.

#ask bee #anti maria deluca #malex #mentions of rnm 2x06

[toast-the-unknowing]

AO3 Tag Game

tagged by @sleepy-skittles

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

224.

2. What’s your current AO3 wordcount?

1,170,582

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

I have 50 fandoms on my AO3, I’m not listing them all. Top ten are Raven Cycle, Criminal Minds, Warehouse 13, SG-1, Psych, DS9, SGA, AOS, the Middleman, and The 100.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

while we’re on the subject, could we change the subject now

Word on the Street

faith, hope, all that bullshit

It Had To Be You

see you somewhere, someplace, sometime

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not.

Qualified yes. If a comment is short or nonspecific, I probably won’t respond, not because I don’t appreciate those, I do! But they generally don’t make me feel like I have anything to say, so at a certain point it feels like “thank you for thanking me” silliness. I also don’t respond to anonymous/unlogged in comments because I figure the commenter isn’t going to see the response anyway.

Aside from that, I have the intention of responding to comments and it kinda...depends...on time and energy and mental reserves. I’ve been real bad at it this last year, that’s not my intention but it is the situation.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

don’t think about how much it will hurt, it’s essentially about the failure of denial as a long-term coping mechanism

7. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve ever written?

I have written crossovers in the past, and there was a period of time where I wrote a lot of them (at least as an overall percentage of my output). I don’t really feel that itch anymore, lately. I once wrote a Stargate Atlantis/BBC Merlin crossover for a friend on Livejournal, that’s probably the one that required the largest suspension of disbelief.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not really, no? I got an anon comment on a fic once that the way I had written Blue was “abusive” and telling me I “wasn’t feminist,” which I didn’t think were accurate critiques of the work but especially not if the person couldn’t be assed to put their own name to it.

The other thing I’ve gotten that is mostly irritating is people telling me that major, central aspects of the story didn’t work. Which, what...do you think...you are accomplishing with this. I’m not rewriting a several thousand word long story that’s been done for weeks because you think the plot twist was too obvious or the main character was mean. Deal with it on your own time.

9. Do you write smut?

Never used to but that is where we are now, yes!

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yup, someone copied Word on the Street, did a find and replace on the character names for some fandom I’d never heard of, and posted it to AO3. (I was amused to see they did, at least, do enough work to take out the comment about Adam’s father giving him a concussion, I suppose that wasn’t in keeping with the new character.) They were apparently known in their fandom for stealing works and so when they posted a new fic someone googled it, found my original, and left me a comment. I got in touch with AO3 and they pulled it pretty much right away.

11. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes, Wrap My Flesh in Ivy and in Twine by @comicsohwhyohwhy! It is definitely different from writing on my own but I had a ton of fun and we’re hoping to cowrite again soon.

12. What’s your all time favorite ship?

I suppose at this point I have to say Adam/Ronan. For writing, for sure; since I don’t read a ton in this fandom there’s maybe room for “what’s my favorite ship to read” but at that point my history as a multi-fannish multi-shipper gets in my way.

13. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Tsubasa: Reservoir Chronicles.

14. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

god this is always the most impossible question. I’m trying to frame it as like “what fics do I get inordinately happy about getting comments on” to see if that helps.

Age and Treachery for Tortall

The Visit for DS9

The Quintuple Convergence Alternatives for The Middleman

Loose Lips Sink Ships for The 100

still can’t whittle it down for TRC, I’m going to go with my cop out answer, new worlds for the weary, new lands for the living (not that it’s not true just I feel like I’ve talked a lot about that one being Special)

tagging @saywhatjessie, @two-of-swords-621, @ponyregrets, @talldecafcappuccino, @philosophersandfools whoever else wants to play

#tag meme

[treechangeseachange]

The return

It’s coming up to 3 months since we returned to our block and it took us 8 weeks to slow down. On the weekend we slowed down we enjoyed the first official Friday night catch up with our neighbours as the full moon rose. On Saturday we went out for brunch. No sport on Sunday morning meant a sleep in. I played handball with my boys for the first time ever in my life. Lamb shanks slow cooked on the wood heater. We squeezed in a late Sunday afternoon fishing trip. It took us 8 weeks to find some calm. We had forgotten how to do normal. I haven’t written for this blog since um wow December?! My leisure time since then has been extremely limited and when it occurred I prioritised my mental wellbeing and sleep.

This journey has brought me to the edge of my psychological and physical limitations. I watched my husband do a terminator style non stop renovation while trying also to commence a rebuild. His promises to take time off over Christmas dwindled to 2 days. There was so much to do. I helped with whatever jobs I was able to and then focussed on the household and occasionally, our boys. Midway through January this year we realised trying to work on both the renovation and the rebuild was insanity. The local real-estate market was booming. Post COVID, Sydney city dwellers realised they could put in a few days in the city then work from their coastal holiday pad the rest of the week. We decided to get our investment property, come bushfire haven, onto the market before the summer ended. We mapped out each remaining job and the days required to accomplish them. We calculated selling time, settlement time and remaining bank balance. What were need to do’s and what were optional extras. If everything went to plan, we could pay to get some work done at the block and make it habitable enough to move into. It was an extreme test of time, energy and resources.

It worked. We listed by the end of February, sold in three weeks and settled five weeks after settlement. I write that all in one glib sentence. Of course all of that only happened with considerable focus and effort. Life for the boys was hectic. 99% of their toys were packed and moved into storage weeks before the house went on the market. As the house neared completion we stressed about them damaging something. When the house was on the market we stressed about them getting things dirty - the walls, the windows or the cupboards. I banished them from the bathroom, they had to brush teeth in the laundry and shower outside. Luckily it was warm and didn’t rain much in those few weeks! Anyone who has sold a house while living in it knows how painful open homes are. The logistics and effort of cleaning and styling, while working full time from home, scheduling everything between work appointments, getting the dog out of the way and the boys to school, nearly broke me. Thankfully the selling process was short, but we packed a lot of opens into that time and by the end of it all, I had become a shouty, grouchy mum and wife. It was also a real highlight to hit menopause and bring some phenomenal hormonal energy into the mix. Phew.

Before we packed up and left I was lucky enough to have a week away with the boys. My fully wired self hit Melbs and my family gave me refuge and forgave my intensity. We managed some fun and the change of scenery was a big relief. Husband, however, stayed behind to work on the temporary shed home. Holiday behind me, I returned to packup and clean and polish the house for the financial return of our lives. Literally.

Can you then imagine our triumphant and spectacular return to our block bathed in happiness and light? Um well perhaps instead picture this - we arrived exhausted to an unpowered, work in progress temporary residence in the middle of a mice plague and endured 200ml of heavy rain in four days leaving us surrounded by mud. Happy to catch the rain in our tank? I wish! The new tank leaked 8000L the week before we moved, and only our neighbour’s spare tank loan meant we had any water at all. But being so small, it overflowed and made even more mud. The heavy rain was so loud on the tin roof it frequently woke the kids in the night (who then woke us), mice ran across the floor, huntsmen spiders dropped from the ceiling. With nowhere really to unpack things, cooking became like the biggest ever memory game, which box were the bowls in? Where did I pack the cutlery? The rain delayed our solar power install so for 10 days we lived out of an esky and by torchlight. We both kept working full time, getting the boys to school, after school sport commitments and then husband kept building after he got home and into the night. After a week of stress and chaos we knew something had to give, fortunately husband could take time off work to focus on our build and family life.

Fast forward to now. The financial pressure of the summer has eased. The temporary living quarters are functional and steadily improving. We have a beautiful wood heater. Our off grid solar system is powering us even during these short winter days. I have more kitchen cupboards than ever before, plus a dishwasher! I have hung up my clothes in a full wardrobe for the first time in nearly four years. The boys each have clean new wardrobes. Their separate rooms are still being built so they are in what will be our room which is insulated and wall paneled. We can cope with an outside shower and toilet. My husband is a legend.

What’s it like actually being back? I confess I was nervous about my own and the boys emotions. Eldest son is extremely happy to be back. Youngest son has taken time to adjust but that has more been due to his fear of the dark. The noises of the bush are unfamiliar and there are no streetlights out here! There has only been one time where a prebushfire memory overwhelmed me. Every person’s bushfire experience and recovery is unique. Unlike many others we are fortunate have the opportunity to not have to build on the exact footprint of the old place and I think this is psychologically helpful. It’s not the same space, and with some trees dead and gone the landscape is altered, its a slightly different perspective. The boys are older now, so our lifestyle is different too. Slowly we are finding a new rhythm on our land. The boys are absolutely loving being back on their bikes on bush tracks.

I was excited to resume my morning walks, although maybe not as excited the dog! He’s happy to have his off-lead roam again. But the first week of walking I found tough, the burnt and recovering state forest I traverse didn’t bring me the joy it used to. In the heavily logged areas where only isolated saplings were left unlogged, they couldn’t survive the heat of the fire or they didn’t have community trees to share nutrients through their roots to support recovery. The undergrowth is now the canopy and is booming with all the extra sunlight but when I look at it, all I see is fire hazard. Then as the weeks went by, my view softened, I recognise the bush is healing like me. I am appreciating small wonders of nature. A spider’s web highlighted with morning dew or the fascination of new plants thriving. There are trees that have fully recovered, others seem to be doing well, and there is much green in the landscape to enjoy.

On my morning walk I also see which animals are about in the night from what they leave behind. There is at least one very busy wombat! We see wallabies reasonably often and last week one morning I found big roo prints in the clay right near our place. We hear a boobook owl calling most nights and more frogs chirping croaking from the gully than I ever remember. Which now makes sense, we definitely were in drought for some years prior to the fires and the creek has this year been running for months. Less exciting is hearing foxes at night, my son especially dislikes their eerie calls. In daytime the bird life is altered. We are down to one lyrebird, there used to be two with adjacent territories battling loudly with their extraordinary mimicry. But at least there is one, how a ground bird survived I can’t imagine. The yellow robins aren’t around us now, we have wrens in the cleared spaces and in the lush shrubs busy brown gerygones dart and chirp. A shrike thrush has made a nest in our bushfire remains pile, her song is piercing and wonderful. Rarely are the yellow crested black cockatoos here now. This past weekend we did see two circling wedge tailed eagles the silent assassins of the sky wheeling high over the gully with that phenomenal wingspan.

Surprisingly my greatest source of happiness in these first few months being back has come from the sky. Unobstructed by buildings, the sky feels bigger in the bush. I’m loving the late winter sunrises. My very favourite time is just after the sun has risen when the horizontal sun rays set tops of the trees bright orange. Those are magical minutes of golden tinged trees. The sunsets. The stars. The moon. the sky has been a revelation and a source of happiness. Maybe because I’m spending more time outside I notice it more. Seeing glittering stars through the steam of a hot outdoor shower makes the cold walk inside completely worth it!

Slowly I am regaining my sense of gratitude for this place. The quiet. The privilege of not seeing another house. Having no curtains and that not mattering. Not worrying about noise and neighbours. Lack of street lights at night.

All of a sudden things aren’t hectic and we are settling in. It still amazes me after 6 moves in 5 years how intense moving is and then how imperceptibly things transition to not being new anymore. Normalcy sneaks up on me every time. Clearly this isn’t really normal but we’re enjoying this new start in our old place.

#treechange #seachange #nswbushfires #recovery #offgrid

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Whumptober 2021 #5- Betrayal/Misunderstanding

Warnings- Knife at someone’s throat, blood, gun mentions, death mentions, pet as a nickname, implied threats

Timeline- About a month into Cedric’s time with the Cardinals, and Jeremiah’s time with the Oracles.

:3 I wrote cedric’s pov of #4! It was fun to get into his mind!!! 

Across the bridge is the Oracles.

Or, more accurately, Max McKnight and Drew Castillo.

Cedric wishes he could run to them, take Drew's gun and shoot the monster next to him in the face. Drew sees him and he sees the spark of recognition in their eyes, but their gaze just glides over him. Max's eyes are wide with shock- he didn't expect to see him here.

Well, he didn't expect to be here either.

On the Cardinals' side of the bridge is Andrei Brooks, the monster pretending to be a songbird. Cedric is on Andrei's right, his hand on his back. On Andrei's other side is Casey Woodmas, his hand, and dealer of pain. Behind all three of them is Robin Leblanc, a hood covering their hair while they sort through their weapons.

He likes Robin the most of the Cardinals, although he knows he can't trust them completely. He trusts them to bandage the wounds Andrei leaves, though. That's good enough.

Behind Max and Drew is Erin Kennedy, and he relaxes slightly at the sight of yet another familiar face. It doesn't mean he's safe, though, because there is a stranger at Drew's side.

The stranger has rich brown skin, curled brownish-black hair. His eyes are wide, barely a shade lighter than his hair, and tinted barely gold. He's wearing a sweater the color of butterscotch over a white button-up, black pants, and black winter boots. The stranger's eyes lock straight onto Cedric's.

There's a scar on his face, a wide gash running from his left cheek to the bridge of his nose. Across the bridge, the stranger touches it almost tenderly- Cedric does the same, feeling his matching scar.

The stranger's expression shifts and he balls up his fists, jaw set. He has seen something about Cedric he does not like, and his stomach pools with irrational dread.

The monster at his side leans down, his voice low and threatening. "I know they don't look like much, but trust me. They're vicious people, Anka."

Red-hot rage bubbles up, and he bites down on his tongue to keep himself from speaking. They're not vicious, they're the people he loves. If He has never known the Oracles to be anything but kind and the best people he knows.

But the monster, Andrei Brooks, insists otherwise.

Drew sets a hand on the stranger's shoulder. He can't hear what they're saying, but it looks like it comforts him.

Cedric can practically taste the tension, electric on his tongue. The water runs under the bridge they're standing on, a backdrop of sound.

After a few beats, Max and Andrei stiffly walk forward to meet in the middle. They exchange a handshake. Casey and Drew walk forwards as well, standing on their respective sides.

Then the debate begins.

Cedric doesn't pay attention to most of it, truthfully. He busies himself with sorting through his medical supplies, making sure everything is in order if someone gets hurt.

He thinks it's a territory dispute, but he's unsure. He mostly just watches the river, waiting for the sound of screams.

The conversation crescendos into shouts, but when he glances up, he sees that they're angry but not violent.

He watches the conversation out of the corner of his eye for a few minutes before he sees flickers of movement. He turns to look, and-

Andrei crosses the bridge, clapping a hand over the stranger's mouth. There's hardly a beat before there's a knife at his throat, just barely digging into the delicate skin.

The stranger doesn't fight. His eyes are blown wide, pinprick pupils in deep brown. Andrei whispers something in his ear, and the stranger's breath hitches.

Guilt worms its way into his stomach. No one should have to face Andrei Brooks, the monster in the guise of a bird.

Andrei returns to the Cardinals' side of the bridge. Drew's eyes are neon green, and he can see anger written in every harsh angle and tense line of their body. They've never been good at hiding their anger.

Max looks terrified, gaze flickering down to the gun at the stranger's hip. Why won't he shoot?

Max speaks, and his voice wavers, ever so slightly. "Let him go."

"And what if I don't, Maxwell?"

Max wrinkles his nose at the name, glancing around at their dreary surroundings. "I'll trade for him."

Andrei laughs. It sounds like a nightmare given form. "I'd assume you would, this is a hostage situation after all. What do you have to trade, my dear knight?"

Drew spins Max around, like a dance. They've always had such an effortless way of moving. The two converse quietly in hushed voices, but he can tell from here that their tones are tense and worried.

Max turns back around, pale and almost green. "I'll trade some of my territories for his safety."

Cedric sees Andrei start in the corner of his eye, blood rolling down the stranger's neck. "How much?"

Max pauses for hardly a second, but it still feels like too long for his panicked mind. "A half-mile inside the western border, a mile long."

Andrei hums before the knife digs in just slightly, garishly red blood staining the stranger's shirt. Cedric winces in sympathy. "Not good enough."

Max pauses. "What?"

Andrei grins, wide and oily. "I said, not good enough. What about Cross street?"

Cross street? This could go spectacularly bad- giving the Cardinals funding to do more terrible things? It spells disaster for the entire city, not just the Oracles!

Drew is practically vibrating, anger emanating off of them."Cross street? Like hell we'd hand that over to you!"

Andrei's voice is almost a purr. "Hm, guess you don't care very much for little Kelgris."

And the world stops.

Cedric knows a lot of things about Andrei Brooks. He has almost memorized the sound of his lilting accent. He knows the exact shade of his favorite color- bright blood red. He knows the sound of his footsteps by heart.

And he knows that only Andrei's favored get nicknames.

What does it mean, if this stranger has a nickname? What does it mean, if he's one of Andrei's favored? What does it mean, if they have matching scars and if Andrei calls him Kelgris?

Was the stranger a Cardinal, once? He shivers, the thought filling him with revulsion.

Across the bridge, he sees Max's expression shift. Thank god- he is not the only one to notice. The stranger goes stock still in Andrei's arms, his jaw dropping ever so slightly.

Max's voice is slow and methodical, barely hiding anger. His voice trembles and he can see the fury building in every harsh line of his body. "Kelgris."

Andrei pauses. It's not even a second. It's brief and it means everything to him because Cedric knows what the barely-there pause means.

He didn't mean to say that. He revealed something he didn't mean to. Andrei didn't mean to call him Kelgris. Something is happening here and he feels like he's on the cusp of figuring it out-

"Well, that's clearly what he is. A perfect pet."

Cedric bristles and he sees Kelgris's eyes widen with horror. He didn't know what his name meant, then. He doesn't know what Anka means, and he doesn't want to find out if Andrei gives out names like "pet" so easily.

Max stares at him, blue eyes blazing with fury. He takes a few seconds before he speaks again. "A restaurant and a brothel, on Cross street. We won't change the branding so people will still go there, but all the profits will be sent to the Cardinals."

He can't stop himself from wincing. It'll give the Cardinals too much funding, fuel their territory pushes, and bloody battles. It is objectively a terrible decision.

But then he glances at Kelgris, who looks terrified and yet does not struggle against the knife at his throat. He does not move away from the monster at his back, and he does not reach for the gun at his hip.

It was also an objectively bad decision to bring him if he's this terrified to shoot. He knows that Drew is both Max's second and the Oracles' bodyguard, in everything but name. But he feels bad for him all the same.

He knows how it feels to have Andrei Brooks hold a knife to your throat, cut a gash into your face, and tell you the blood is beautiful on you.

He looks back at Max, whose eyes are still glowing bright with rage. And he remembers that not everyone thinks in objectives the way he does.

Andrei hums, low and wordless. It feels like ozone, or like a storm is approaching. The air around them chills, and he shivers, ever so slightly.

"Fine."

He relaxes ever so slightly, more so when the knife at Kelgris's throat is dropped. Cedric sets a hand on his back, gently pushing him forward. He doesn't resist. Drew takes him in their arms, sweeping him around like a concerned lover, or like a dance. Kennedy takes him away in a similar motion, inspecting the oozing cut.

Cedric likes to pride himself on being a logical person, most of the time. He analyzes his emotions and why he's feeling that way before he acts, he doesn't listen to Andrei's lies, especially not the ones he knows are certainly untrue.

So it's thoroughly surprising, even to himself, when he does something decidedly unlogical.

He walks forward, gently pushing past Max and Drew's shocked faces. Andrei does not stop him.

He stops just before Kelgris, whose eyes are wide and liquid golden brown. "Are you okay?"

His voice is low and cracked, unsure and rough. He hates it. Kelgris shifts his weight- left, right, left again- before carefully glancing away. "I'll be fine."

His voice trails off into coughs that have him almost doubling over. They both know Kelgris is far from fine, but he won't speak on it if he doesn't.

Cedric briefly hesitates. "Good."

He doesn't linger, heading back to the Cardinals. He leaves behind Kelgris and the life he once knew, greeting Andrei halfway across the bridge.

Sometimes he thinks that Andrei's eyes are bright scarlet red. Logically, he knows this must not be true. They must be hazel or light brown, surely. But now, when all rationality has left the window, he's sure they're blazing blood red.

Andrei's eyes, regardless of the color, are brimming with rage. He claps a hand on the back of Cedric's neck, sending sharp pain down his spine.

"I will see you soon to arrange our agreement, my dear knight."

As easy as if it was rehearsed, the Cardinals all turn and walk off the bridge. The river is quietly rushing beneath them.

The rest of the night will not end well, he's sure. He wishes he could bring himself to be irrational one more time, and run back to the Oracles.

But he doesn't have it in him any longer, and Cedric leaves his family behind to escort a monster home.

#Whumptober 2021 #Whumptober #Betrayal #Misunderstanding #Jeremiah Baron: Confused #Cedric Levi: Spy #Andrei Brooks: Leader #Max McKnight: Knight in Shining Armor #Drew Castillo: Marksman