#me waking up to do my actual job at the regular time: we're going to turn on the computers and then nap until the first call aren't we

[shmolish]

hi do you do regular ships? if so could I pls get a prune juice x yan!kouign? like excessively yan lol she murders everyone who even looks at the guy

if not, could I please get a prune juice x yan!reader? tysm ^^ I hope this request isn't too bad/hard

AN: I'M SO SORRY, I DONT REALLY KNOW HOW TO WRITE REGULAR SHIPS, SO YOU CAN JUST IMAGINE THE READER IS KOUIGN AMANN!! I MADE SURE THEY ACTED SIMILARLY ENOUGH. SHE EVEN HAS A SWORD. TY FOR THE REQUEST!! ♡♡♡

Prune Juice Cookie x Yan! Reader. ONESHOT.

Warnings: Gore, murder, stalking, manipulation, all that Yan jazz

-Precious-

There he was, sitting peacefully on a bench, unbothered. Smart, handsome, and perfect. He's so... wonderful. He is he greatest person to ever grace this planet. I must make sure nobody can taint him. He's my everything. My precious Prune Juice Cookie.

But who is she?

Why is that student talking to him? No, why is she even looking at him? I can't let her taint him. I'll deal with her later. For now, I just want to see him in all of his glory.

That laugh, that smile, those eyes. Why does he feel the need to hide them so much? They are the most beautiful things I've ever seen. Well, besides him. Nothing is more beautiful than him.

He is my everything. He is my heart, my soul, my reason to live. Without him, I have no purpose. I'd die if I knew I had to wake up and he wouldn't be in the same world as me. My heart beats for him and him alone.

Does he not understand this?

Oh look, that poor excuse of a being has left Prune Juice alone. And look at that, she's wandered off all by herself. Doesn't she know how dangerous that is? Oh well. I don't care. It makes my job so much easier.

I would smile as I walked up to her. "Hello!" I'd say cheerfully while waving to her. It was all fake, of course. I'd never want to smile for some brat like her. It just makes things easier when people trust you.

"Me?" She'd ask while pointing to herself.

Oh great, she's stupid as well. Actually, I already knew she was dumb from the moment she started talking to Prune. She's just so much dumber than I imagined. Who else would I be waving at?

"Yes, you. Can you follow me for a second? I need help with something." I would tell her.

"Oh, uh, sure thing.."

That was almost too easy. If she follows a stranger so easily, why hasn't she already been killed? She's begging for death at this point.

"Great." I grabbed her wrist firmly and lead her to an alleyway nearby. The smile I once wore was gone. All that was left was an expression of cold and silent rage.

It did not take long before we reached the end of the alleyway, and I shoved her in front of me ever so slightly.

"We're here." I told her.

"What are we doing here? I thought you said you needed help with something." She started to back away from me while looking around nervously.

Already has cold feet? She sure didn't when she went up to my most beloved.

"I do need help with something." I told her, taking out my blade and giving her a crazed expression.

"W- what are you doing?" She started to back away even more. Of course I expected something like this. It wasn't long before she hit a wall.

"Leave me alone, you freak!" She'd shout while her expression formed into that of fear.

That's the best thing she can come up with to defend herself? I swear, she's such an idiot. My beloved Prune Juice could have come up with so much better. And his expressions would be ten times more entertaining.

"You're so unoriginal. I've heard that insult hundreds of time."

"Why are you doing this? What did I even do?"

"...You're not very smart, are you?"

I would take my sword and raise it above her body, feigning a strike. She would raise her arms above her, as if that were going to do anything.

"You're not even entertaining. So predictable..." I'd click my tongue and sliced through her chest.

Crimson.

Everything was dyed that deep, blood red. My clothes, my sword, the ground. Her. This is what she gets for speaking to Prune Juice. She laid there with her body all limp. Isn't it pretty? How the blood shimmers when the light hits it. How you can see the life leave their eyes. How they react when they're scared. It's not as beautiful as Prune Juice, but still a thrilling experience nonetheless.

I'd start to walk back to my dorm room, evading everyone's view. I've gotten really good at that, since I've killed so many people.

I entered my empty apartment and immediately changed my clothes. Can't have Prune getting suspicious of me now. I would chuck it into the washing machine and switch to a fresh set. After, I would start to clean my sword. It's much easier to clean, being made of less absorbent material.

I'd sit on the couch, just wiping up some of the leftover blood. I managed to get most of it off in the first attempt, but it's always good to do a second just to be safe.

That's when the door opened, and my roommate would enter the room.

"I'm back.." They would say in a sad tone. He sat down on the couch next to me, not suspecting a thing.

"Ah, hello my love. You seem a bit upset. Is something bothering you?"

He's so precious, even while sad.

"I met somebody else today, and they said they would text me back immediately! But I've been waiting for three hours now, and there's still nothing. This always happens. Am I not likeable?" He'd ask while resting this chin in his hands.

Oh, he's upset about that. He usually is.

"Don't worry, dear. If they don't want to make the effort to talk to you, then they're the problem. You really shouldn't be bothered about what those types of people are up to. Just stick to the ones you know are good, like me!"

I leaned my sword on wall next to us and gave him a kiss on the cheek before smiling at him.

"I guess you're right." Prune Juice would say.

I'm always right.

"Now, why don't we cuddle? There's actually a new show we can watch!"

I would hold out my hand, which he took immediately, and lead him to our bedroom. We spent the rest of the day watching shows and cuddling. That's when I heard a washing machine do its little chime, although it was feint. It was the same machine that held my crimson stained clothes.

I'm sure if I told him one day, he'd understand. This is all for him, after all. I love him so, so much. If he loved me as well, then he wouldn't be mad.

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #crk #prune juice cookie #prune juice cookie crk #prune juice cookie x reader #prune juice crk #prune juice x reader #prune juice #prune juice cookie oneshots #prune juice cookie x yan! reader #yan! reader #prune juice x kougin amann #yan! kouign amann

[flyonthewallmedstudent]

In what finding your passion looks like in medicine. maybe.

I work in IM.

Where most of the time it's a desk job. 80% of my patients can't realy communicate. My notes are often, "pleasantly confused" or agitated.

Plans are "collateral history" which means, call their fam on a phone. At my desk. then taking notes on a computer. ordering labs. ordering imaging. making a referral also consists of logging it in a computer, then making a phone call.

I enjoy my job, but it never makes for great television. There is literally a reality show being filmed in my hospital. And they're never interested in filming anything my dept does. I mean, I wouldn't watch what I do on television. My medical students I'm sure are confused by this job. The new ones anyway. Most of the job is sitting at a computer and looking at numbers. Unless they're really sick, in which case that becomes a code or a terrible conversation with families.

When I try do regular people stuff, like taking calls from I don't know, someone trying to sell me something or offer a service, while I'm at a code, in resus or giving a family bad news. I literally don't know what to say sometimes. The other side will ask, is this a bad time almost out of courtesy - and literally it is a terrible time. So, no I cannot actually carry on a 30 second conversation about an upgrade to my mobile plan while my patient is dying and the fam are here. I know they're doing a job. Not like they realize how extreme my job can be. It becomes a very surreal moment in my life. Or worse, I can't really tell my kids at the age they are, why I'm late to pick them up because literally someone's dying.

In the reverse situation. My junior coworkers freak out about waking up family in the middle of the night sometimes for their patients. I have to tell them, this is a 'new' normal, when your loved one is in hospital you'll want that middle of the night update no matter what, just call and wake them. We work in an abnormal situation all the time.

So when it's bad it's bad. When it's mundane, it's really mundane.

Anyway. Watching youtube/netflix on what the average person makes on the job etc. and what they do. I.e. on Mr Beast, an archeologist makes 100k a year to look at bones outside (sounds amazing by the way).

I think about what I make.

Actually most days I don't even think about it. I go to work. it's busy. Shit happens. It's an adrenaline rush. I go home to my kids, it's busy. After it all winds down I'm vegging in front of youtube again.

what's in a job anyway. if it's about the money, clearly i picked the wrong direction multiple times. I don't know how to describe the intensity of it sometimes.

The time I've left to myself is really used to relax after the highs and lows of work and life with kids.

Or worse. Time left is used to try to forget some of the intense moments that happen. Whether a bad outcome or a conflict with someone at work. Or not getting to the meaningful diagnosis or management issue in time, IM is a constant puzzle and some cases are challenging (these moments make you feel dumb and perpetuates imposter syndrome). It's a lot to take it. In some ways, "you get used to it." Which is the most over used phrase ever. How to to normalize things over time. Other times it's working on getting past it

It's pretty consuming job. When you enjoy something and it gives you meaning. Most of the time anyway. Slowing down to find balance is the hard part. We're not built to be machines that just go to work. You can make a lot of money in medicine if you tried, but you won't have energy or time to spend it. People go big when it comes to vacations now or honeymoons if they can take it. Because sometimes all you can do is take the day off to attend your own wedding. For parents who are not the primary caregiver, often all you get is 1-2 weeks off. Is it really worth any money? lol what's the value. I know a cardiologist who works too much cause they have 4 kids and childcare is expensive. But they love that job.

Is it a job? or a strange addiction.

#medblr #medlife

[redwineconversation]

Lyon - Fleury Coupe de France Postgame Thoughts

Should I put this under a read more? Probably. Will I? No.

This game was an absolutely preview of what is going to happen in the fucking playoffs: a shitty ref, blatant missed calls, teams parking the bus, it goes to penalties, Lyon loses on penalties.

I hope this, too, confirms that Lyon desperately needs to get rid of Bompastor, and desperately needs to get rid of the deadweight that is Marozsan. Arguably one of her worse performances of the season, and there have been a lot of them.

It's not really fair to blame the midfield, because I do think that Dabritz was one of the better players of the game. Damaris was, well, Damaris - she got fouled, tried to her job. It wasn't a standout performance from her, but it was more or less what I expected from her.

Marozsan also performed as expected, and by that I mean she was absolutely godawful. I do not understand how her fans keep defending her mediocre performance after mediocre performance. Is she a quality player? Sure. Is she technical? Sure is. But Jesus Christ she no longer has the level to be anywhere near this Lyon side, not if they want to win games. Not when actual physical effort / intensity is required.

Sit her ass on the bench, sell her, use her as a warm body in practice, I don't care. She just no longer has the level, and you can make a genuine argument she doesn't have the will either, to perform at this level. She just doesn't. The sooner everyone comes to term with that reality the better.

Majri didn't really do much of anything either way. Nothing stood out, nothing made me recoil in horror. She was obviously pissed at being subbed out but alas when the intention was to win in regular time... You wanted players who would actually push forward.

Hegerberg getting subbed 20 minutes in was annoying, partly because our offense is so blatantly stagnant without her, and partly because that should have been a red card to the goalkeeper. This goes back to what I said at the beginning - it was a shitty ref with blatant missed calls. The game probably would have been different if Fleury's starting goalkeeper had been sent off. She wasn't, she made the necessary saves, Lyon lost. It is what it is.

Bacha was either on, or she was way off, and there wasn't really an in between. It's frustrating when she's like that, switched on only in fleeting moments.

Defense was what it was, didn't really stand out either way. It'll be nice to have Gilles back if only for the height on corners; likewise, we were very obviously missing Renard on the field. @mom please come back, the kids aren't the same without you. Contrary to the wrong opinions of some, Sombath is a better center back than she is right back, and is better suited when she actually plays in her natural position. A novel concept for those who don't expect Lyon to win games, but again, here we are.

Carpenter I thought was rusty with Diani and better with Cascarino, but I think that just comes down to having a better connection with Cascarino than she does Diani simply because she has played with Cascarino for longer.

Van de Donk did what was expected of her, I do wonder if the game had been different had the No. 10 been played by a player who actually cared if the ball was won back. Again, we'll never know, what's done is done. I'd say this should serve as a wakeup call to Bompastor that van de Donk should have that starting spot for games Lyon actually wants to win, but knowing Bompastor, we're going to see Becho as a 10 next week purely because she lives to disappoint me.

So that's the player recap, let's talk about the game itself. Lyon didn't play well until probably the 85th minute, when they accepted it was going to go to penalties and they didn't want that to happen. Why it took them 85 minutes to wake up, lord only knows, but we can blame Bompastor's coaching regardless.

My stance on Bompastor is this: I think she has to go, I think she will go, and my main concern is that we will get Bompastor 2.0. I do not want to have to go through another coach whose main philosophy is to "give young academy players a chance" instead of recruiting players who understand what it takes to win the UWCL. You can't have it both ways. Either you want the best players or you want to be a club who allows its academy players to express themselves, if it's the latter, then they will not be a UWCL competitive team.

Academy players weren't on the field today, but it's still something I want to rip into for Bompastor so we're going to talk about it. If you want to win the UWCL then you have to recruit players capable of doing so. If you want to win competitive games, you have to have players who are capable of doing so. The fact of the matter is there are a considerable amount of players on Lyon's current roster who have no business being there. That they are is simply because Bompastor believes in giving academy players a chance, instead of focusing on maintaining Lyon's position in Europe.

Will Lyon even be playing in Europe next season? This game showed that there's a real probability that Lyon could not make the UWCL next season, despite being 21 (!!!!) points ahead of the 4th place team. The fucking playoffs are so detrimental.

Because we saw what happened today: a team just needs to park the bus, have a shitty ref who misses blatant calls, and let it get to penalties where it becomes a roll of the dice. With a little bit of luck Lyon will actually have its reliable penalty takers back come playoffs, but that's a whole other conversation. Were Fleury really the better team? No, they weren't. But they converted their penalties whereas Lyon didn't, so they're in the final of the Coupe de France and Lyon is not. It's extremely concerning that this conversation could happen again in a couple of months.

I don't think the argument that playoffs "make the league more competitive" can be done in good faith. You can point to the NWSL and be like "it's a competitive league! Anyone can win up until the last day!" But it's also a closed league with zero consequences. A team can fail to make the playoffs in the NWSL and absolutely nothing affects them for the following season. A team can win the NWSL and they get a bonus and a trophy. Doesn't mean anything for the next season either.

You can't make that same argument for the D1 Arkema when the UWCL is at play. There will be genuine consequences if Lyon fails to make the UWCL next season, not least an exodus of players who will make what is happening with Wolfsburg a walk in the park. There are obvious financial repercussions as well as recruitment. Top players interested in trophies want to play in the UWCL. They're not going to sign for a team whose pitch is "well, fingers crossed we can make it next season. Please sign?"

If you're going to do the fucking playoffs, do it for a tournament where it doesn't matter what happens for the next season. Otherwise you get the scenario we just saw.

TL:DR - #BompastorOUT and Marozsan is awful. Fuck the playoffs. I hate losing.

#all good love stories start in the rain

[lemonade-of-gods]

I am having so many dreams that either:

A) star Jinyoung as my love interest

B) supernatural shit

So of course after having the most kdramaesque dream with Jinyoung, the next one had to combine the two above

So basically in this dream, the premise is that creepy stuff is happening and there's a monster that shapeshifts and has attacked a couple of kids. This one looks like the one from Poppy playtime, but the metallic edition, I guess?

Anyways, I then tag along with Jinyoung and another kid that suspiciously looks like a preteen version of this asshole kid I knew in school (who is actually this shapeshifted monster, because brain decided that this dream is a full movie and I am the audience too) to his office, because as it turns out he has a regular 9 to 5 job and I had to beg him to give me one.

So the second I get there, I panic because I have no idea wtf I'm supposed to do and I literally am only here for Jinyoung. But I go past some of the cubicles and surprise surprise, I bump into an old friend from school who is here to save my ass!

He saves it by teaching me the work I'm supposed to do and we're also catching up at the same time, when suddenly there are screams from one side of the office. One of the coworkers has gone mad and is screaming about monsters chasing him and running around and no one can stop him.

And I can see the monsters in question going after him and I realize that he's hallucinating. So I run after him...

Grab a hold of him...

And french kiss him.

Because making out is a foolproof tactic to cure someone who has been plagued by supernatural torment. No shit.

And I did that in front of everyone. Including one Park Jinyoung. And somehow I lost my shirt in the process, which means that yes, I was standing there swapping spit with a guy I just met in jeans and a bra. Go figure.

So I get out at the end of the day - still in a bra, but I have no particular shame because I don't have an extra shirt smh - and go to my scooter and prepare to go home. I come back to the building at one point to check on Jinyoung, but I don't go through with the decision because I am not interested in answering awkward questions just yet.

Then I decide ultimately to go to the library for more answers, and I send texts to Jinyoung about it. This is when I am interrupted by a shout from the friend who is my senior from work. He then asks if I want to go to a cafe to catch up, and I agree.

AND THEN I WAKE UP.

#lemonade rambles #im going to give this a specific tag since im on a roll #lemonade's list of dreams

[lightvsdark18]

Vacation in The Human World 3.1

Followed LovesOfLauryn and Lavi Alraune's playthrough

"I've been good, and you?"

"The brothers would be happy to hear that, though they've probably kick my ass if they found out about my lack of sleep. You're killing me, Solomon."

Solomon ask them to meet an acquaintance of his (instead of doing a babysitting job.)

Freezes, slowly closes the door, then process who they just saw.

(Satan's shirt looks like a bowling shirt)

"What the fuck?" (Doesn't use the pacts on them.) "What are you guys doing here?"

"Where is Mammon anyway?"

You couldn't behave for me, you had to do something bad immediately when you got here.

"Excuse you, the human? I see how it is." Crosses arms.

Stands up on something and cuts the rope with their pocket knife. Then hugs him.

"This looks exactly like your actual bathroom in the House of Lamentation."

"Are the two doing well?"

Pats his head, then hugs him after teasing him.

Milady is going to use the theater often.

"Last weekend? Were you seven in the human for a whole week and just now invited me over? Hmph, I see how it is." Turns their back to him and pouts.

Smugly smiles. "Meow for me."

"Adventure."

"What happened in the kitchen?"

Milady will definitely use the pool.

"How's Henry? Is he here with you?"

"Yeah."

Pokes his cheek. "Nerd."

"I guess so."

"If they don't want me to listen, then they shouldn't be so loud." >:3

"Smells musky in here... and like someone dumped perfume on the carpet."

Gently smacks his cheek.

"Where did you and Beel go today?"

Chuckles. "No, Belphie, the truck sells normal ice cream. The music you heard is the trunk's theme song and let's people know it's in the area."

"Why am I in your arms?"

"Uhh." Because of their busy schedule with working and studying, they have been forgetting to eat or snacks instead of having a meal.

Waits patiently and looks around the twins' bedroom.

Kinda figured the brothers were planning a party for them.

"I don't trust the cooking. I'm joking, I'm just deciding on what to grab."

"My mom actually made it when I was still living with her. I made it a few times as well. Not bad, Lucifer."

Looks at him suspiciously. "I'm good, and also wouldn't your brothers notice we're gone?"

"They won't if we sneak away right now. They're too distracted by Beel wolfing down that entire ultra-spicy fire cake."

Looks at Beel. "Holy shit, no I want to watch this."

The plan was spending their winter break with Milady, but finding a place to stay was difficult and had to wait until their summer break. A year long wait to see them again and only staying for three months.

(Boy!)

Slides over sunglasses to Satan.

"Like what?"

"? Who said I'm doing chores?"

"You're staying here too, Kate. Therefore, you have to take care of the house as well."

"But I don't have to stay here. If you guys want me to live with you until you go home, then I'm not taking care of your house."

They'll do their own laundry and cook if they're not busy that day.

When things started getting summoned, they ran out of the house.

(I can wake up the second before someone opens the door and enters my room.) Milady just lies there before rolling over to look at them, then question why are they doing in their room. They continue to lie there as the brothers enter the room, annoyance on their face. (Lucifer is the only person who knocked before entering! Also, don't watch me sleep, that's creepy.)

Lightly smacks Mammon's cheek.

"What kind of issues?" Holds his hand.

Raises a brow at the butcher, but doesn't say anything because the advice is a good one for any relationship.

"I would think so."

"Yeah, I'm getting hungry."

They're not going to complain about free pizza.

"No, unless you're a regular customer here, you can't say "the usual" because you don't have a usual."

"But that's what everyone always says in The Twilight of a Great Family."

"Because that's a TV show, the character is probably a regular so the waiters know what they want when they say "the usual." You have to pick something from the menu."

After ordering a third time, tells them to stop and explains, "you'll make them suspicious of you, and they'll probably throw you out."

"It's a slow process."

"I have a feeling Lucifer is going to kill you for abandoning him to Solomon."

"I'll go to the bookstore with you, Mr. Meow Meow." Satan gets flustered at the nickname as his brothers tease him.

"Eh, it's fine. If we can see the checkout sign, then we can find the exit."

Pinches his cheek.

Milady bought two books.

Glares at Solomon. "Sorry, I'm not hungry." Lucifer walks in and "invites" them for some tea and sandwiches. "Um, sorry, I got work to do." But drags them in as well.

(I'm the type of person who will gag if I don't like something.) Milady would slip the tea and find it terrible as well, then Mammon starts trying to make them eat the awful food before they pass out from nausea. Solomon feels bad.

"What do you mean? Why am I in the Demon Lord's Castle?"

"It'll be better than the one I had earlier."

"When you do visit, just let me know so I can work as a guide in a way."

"Hmm, maybe?"

"I know how that feels, but stay determined. If you can get through your work, then you can visit me and the human world. I can even show you my business."

"You have a business?"

"Yeah, a small one. I can show you what I make and how I run it."

"Lord Diavolo, you don't have to you send me away right now, you can make Lucifer wait. He dragged me into an awful afternoon tea with Solomon, so he can wait patiently as I have a proper one."

Makes a confused face at Satan.

"Hopefully he can get a good chuck of his work done so he can visit the human world."

"I have to check my planner first. I'm a busy woman."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

They're using Asmo's bathroom, not going to share a bathroom with six men. However, did make a few rules if they're both using it.

"Did they go out already?"

Damn Solomon, he's slowly killing everyone.

"Seems like it. Want to go out for breakfast?"

"I know another cafe we can go for breakfast. Let's quickly eat before getting the medicine. Hopefully it helps your brothers."

"Can I see it?" Sounding like they're interested in it. Then slip it into their purse.

"Hey! How are we going to buy medicine now!?"

"I can pay for it, don't worry about it."

He accidental says the newlywed part. They let it slide this once.

The butcher is confused. "Him and his brothers are my friends and they're visiting me for their summer break. I'm staying at their place until they go home and the man I was with yesterday is one of his brothers."

He is trying to see them as just a friend, but the hope they would fall for him is still there. He quickly switched the conversation to the human world.

"Really?" They just frown at his explanation.

Baby! Hugs their son. (Mammon, stop, let me hold my son.)

"What brings you two to the human world?"

"And the cafe?"

(But you already made me fall for you, Simeon)

(Luke is the secret weapon of mass destruction)

The two got coffee/tea and dessert.

"You could tell people the rumor is a lie or just wait it out, I don't think it would blow your cover. But if you're that worried, then I'll try to help."

Crosses arms and stares at him with that look. "I can't order you around? Are you sure about that?"

"Good job, Mammon."

"I don't see a problem with that plan."

"I know what you and Patricia were doing last night..."

"I can't continue this relationship with you after you betrayed me like that..."

You don't want to see me with other men? Got it, I'll just date women and non-binary people.

The brothers have been able to see them as a friend/sister with some slip ups, expect for Mammon. He was the first one to fall for them and had a crush on them for three years, so he's having a difficult time not seeing them as a possible partner.

Damn Simeon, calm down.

(Satan, stop being a brat)

"Want to try breaking up again?"

"Oh, trust me, I haven't show you my demonic side."

"Feeling better? If so, help us out."

"Satan, I'm going to smack you."

"Simeon, calm down. I can pretend a breakup with Satan or Beel if you're going to be like this."

Flicks his forehead.

"Beel." Slides their sandwich back towards them.

"Diamond, what is Michael like?"

"Uh oh, there's a water leak. What's the room above us?"

It's tea, not a coffee drinker. "It's really good."

"What's your thoughts on the human world?"

"Maybe he's dealing with something and that's why, but I don't think it's anything you need to worry about. It's probably dealing with the relations between humans and angels."

"We should turn it off."

"You can go when you feel better. Though, there's a chance you will be put to work."

Milady just falls over and gets caught by Asmo.

"Wh-What? Where am I?"

"Where? Where else, silly? You're in the Celestial Realm, of course. What's your name?"

"Uh, Kate."

"Uh, I don't really have a opinion on parties."

They're wearing a white dress. (That's just what I see)

"Are you sure I can have them?"

Surprise. "Who said I was a human?"

Really?

"Playing chess with the army isn't "innocent fun."

Looking around in wonder and staying silent unless the brothers ask them a question like if they know any angels which they answer, "I don't know anyone."

Doesn't open the door.

Gets sad at Angel Levi insulting himself, but stays quiet the whole time... Glares at Mammon.

Uh oh.

"I-I'm Kate, I got lost and they, um."

"I'm worried about him."

"Beel, kick down the door."

"I don't like using it, but STAAAY!"

(They didn't really do anything that will have an effect on them, so would Milady still have an eye kept on them?)

"Yeah, I think I had a weird dream, but I can't remember."

(The curse bit you on the ass, didn't it, Lucy?)

"Hm? We have a meeting with Solomon?"

"Sorcerers' Society?"

"What did you do?"

Slaps their left hand down.

"Why are you binding him?"

"He's so cute."

"I mean, I could keep him at my place."

"No, you have to face his brothers."

"Damn it."

"Hey, be nice to Luke." Pokey pokey.

"He loves his family very much, and would give his life to protect them. What else is there?"

The three left in the morning and return when it's nighttime. Screwing them over last minute, Solomon.

"I mean, I kinda have to."

"Well, yeah, but he's a hard ass so they have to bully him at every chance given."

Lucifer is sitting on their hand, then has their hand wrap around his chest and holds him close as the both get suck into the portal.

"Are you okay? I'm not squeezing you too hard, right?"

"I'm okay, Kate. You can sit me on your hand again."

"A location in Levi's game?"

"No, not really."

"Beat you up?"

Ask someone for advice.

(Lucy, as your master, put on the fairy outfit.)

Haggle with No. 2.

"If we do this, you'll give us the armor for free or you will never see your money again."

Cuts the pieces smaller. "No."

"I believe no. Honestly, I see him as an angsty teenager when Lucifer is involved."

"Are you worried?"

Leans against Beel.

"Beel, you know my opinion on fish, right?"

"Umm, right... But maybe the fishes is delicious and you wouldn't mind it, maybe even like it."

Sits by themself... with Lucy.

Flee. "Beel, attack!"

Squints at the outfit. "Cough up the money you stole, or Beel will kick your ass."

Holds Lucifer by the chest again to keep him from flying towards Mammon.

"It looks good."

(Solomon, you a hoe)

"Do you have to punish him?" "But yet, he still causes trouble."

"What are you doing, Beel?"

"..."

Their arm is getting tired from holding Lucy the whole time.

Stands a good distance away. "You open it, Solomon."

Hands Lucifer over to Beel and puts on cat ears. "Nyan!" with paw hands.

"... Someone get us a real cat, and fast!"

"Or I can act like a cat and rub myself on him ;)"

"Can you just pick him up and throw him off of the pathway?"

"I don't know, maybe."

"What are you doing?"

"... You have Simeon and Luke, and those in the Devildom."

"Depends on you."

(It's like the girl in Finding Nemo.)

"Satan! Stop being a dick."

"I want to be done with this."

They are fighting him instead of pointing out his bonds with his brothers.

They passed by kicking Satan's ass.

Lucy, what the fuck?

"Lucifer, get therapy."

"Yeah."

"You're putting too much pressure on me, Lucifer."

"Lord Diavolo, you could turn Lucifer small again and keep him for a day."

"! Kate! What are you-!"

"Actually, that's not a bad idea, Katelynn. I'll consider it."

"Damn, rejected him before he even showed up."

"I can't really decide that, Levi."

(They're both right)

They think about it. "Lucifer, stay!"

"His phone isn't working?"

Smacks Asmo on the back of his head.

"That's a piece of technology."

He has an Alexa.

Levi, get therapy.

"Levi, that's a speaker you use to-"

"Guys, that's a speaker you-"

"Guys."

Sighs. "Stay!"

Pinches the bridge of their nose. How the hell?

"Why didn't you call us?"

"Wait, why the hell is something like this here in the human world?"

"Three-Legged Crow group?"

"Levi..." They're so disappointed they're lost for words.

"Relax, Avatar of Envy."

"Uh, no."

Punishment room? Monokuma?

Chuckles.

Man, Beel, you better share.

"Technically, we could ask. Don't glare at me, he's the one who didn't warn us."

Slowly steals some food and starts eating.

"You're not exactly quiet."

"Not in the mood to sing?"

"Um, I don't know."

And it sucks.

Aw shit.

Levi, you're not helping.

"Um, maybe."

(That's so rude! Lucifer had some metal music going on and you just steal him before he could sing. Come on!)

What do you mean "erase button"?

Putting everyone first before himself? I don't know, Diavolo is pretty selfish at times.

(I do like the prep talk he gives Levi.) "Can you be a bit positive?"

That's some bullshit.

"But where are our friends?"

"You can do it, Levi!" (They're not a good singer, or calm enough to sing)

"And thanks to Levi."

Damn.

"What're you doing?"

Pats his head.

"I don't know, maybe it's because you're the embodiment of envy." (The dialogue would be of a brother not wanting to lose his sister, no "be mine" stuff.)

"Just for now."

"I'll be there in a moment." Pouts at Levi teasingly. "I'll be right back."

"Okay, thanks."

(Of course Lucifer still has feelings for them, and doesn't want Diavolo to come in and take them away, but he has to respect their choice if they choose Diavolo.)

"What did you want to talk about?"

"A little bit."

No surprise there. "I know you didn't do it out of malice."

"Annoyed if anything. I don't appreciate being placed in a situation like that."

"I don't think it's immature. You're stuck working in the Devildom while people you know have fun in the human world. I feel a bit lonely when I return home after spending time in the Devildom since I'm used to the brothers' shenanigans."

"I guess I can." Teasingly says.

"Are you alright, Barbatos?"

(It's like when you bring a girl over and your mom still entering your room to make sure you two aren't doing anything, that's Lucifer.)

Squints. "Were you spying on us?"

Heads inside to witness chaos.

"What are they doing?"

Oof.

"Uh, go ahead."

"It does look like it fits your aesthetic."

"I didn't know fairy rings have flowers that you can make tea of. It really is good."

"There's photos of mushrooms in a ring online, so I don't think they're extinct."

"I'm also curious about the treats."

Luke suggests finding fairy ring flowers. I guess I could use it as a break.

Helps Luke. "You really adore him."

Ouch.

Levi?

"Crowe, where would fairies be located?"

"Lucifer is responsible and would get the work done, Satan is the same. Hmm, I think that's it unless we have Asmo flirting with everyone or Beel eating everything or Belphie sleeping instead of working."

"What about Leviathan?" -Luke

"What about him?"

"Come on, he's not going to be dick like that."

"Then it's decided, we'll ask Satan."

"Satan, work at Angel's Halo for a day. That's an order." They're not using the pact or lying to him.

"Me, I'm paying for the trip even if it burns a hole in my wallet."

"What? Kate, you don't have to do that. My big brother would happy to do that for us." -Mammon

"Wrong answer." -Lucifer

"Mammon, I'm fine with paying for the trip. I may have to use some of my emergency money, but I can afford it."

"No, not really."

(Mammon literally ran in and hugged his brother while the man is showering. Imagining him high pitch screaming is hilarious)

Already eaten and dressed before marching up to his room and slapping him awake. Hands him a protein bar and drag him out of the house to the train station before it takes off.

"No arguing, train time."

"No arguing, let's find our room."

Milady bought one room for all three of them since it's only one night. Mammon is sleeping up top while Luke and Milady share the main one. The boys aren't happy being stuck in a room together.

"We're about to see fairies, or at least the special flowers. Who wouldn't be excited?"

Making a face at Mammon.

"Mammon, it's his dessert and it's his choice if he wants to share with you or not. Stop asking."

Grabs Luke's dessert and gets up. "Come on, Luke, let's eat the dessert in our room." Glares back at Mammon before walking away with Luke.

"I don't think they hate angels, they're just hurt because of what happened. Even though it has been centuries since the Great Celestial War, it's still a wound on their hearts. It's complicated, simple as that."

Wraps an arm around his shoulders and leans him against them.

Turns away from Mammon without a word. He chases after them and keeps babbling on that they had to speak, "why do you have such a stick up your ass?" "You were very rude to Luke for no reason."

"There's a difference between teasing someone and being flat out rude." There's a hint of green in their blue eyes.

"By pissing him off? Luke has done some grown, and even if he thinks the angels are always right, why does that matter to you? He grew up with the belief that angels are the righteous, staying at Devildom isn't going change that unless that way of thinking is actually questioned. But attacking him and/or forcing him to see things your ways will only prove his beliefs as true."

Elbows Mammon, hard.

Wraps an arm around Luke. "What would you like do right now?"

(Did Mc climb onto the roof or did Mammon carry them as well?) Shrugs. "I got nothing."

(Lucy embarrassing his son)

"It's just stories, nothing to worry about."

"Okay." "Thank you, Luke."

Stares shocked and confused at the House of Lamentation in the human world.

"I don't know. But regardless, we need to take shelter."

"Mammon?"

[3.2]

#obey me shall we date #milady

[ellowynbeimler]

Feb 7

Dear Dad, 

The town is fine. It's not huge, but also not so small as to be able to walk the entire place in one day. I think the others are hoping to move on quicker. We did have a plan, a plan that kind of went out the window with winter and with some of the other things that happened. But we're just moving on. We're going to keep moving on. It's all we can do, I think. I mean, there's no telling how far or how long it's really going to take us to get from point A to point B. Half the maps in this place aren't even accurate. They're, at best, rough estimates. At worst, and most likely, they're borderline completely made up. It's pretty much impossible to tell which is which if we don't buy the map cause no one wants to let us look at the maps for very long without buying them.

But in some good news, I found a library, and they have a couple maps that we can look at. 

It’s okay. All of it is just okay. It doesn't sound like any of us have found work while we were here, which isn't great cause we're just burning through the little bit of money we did have. 

We’re going to leave soon. This place doesn't have anything new for us or anything new that'll help us. But there's nothing at the library that's obviously going to help us. No work means we can only stay here for so long before we have to leave cause we won't be able to stay in the in, and I doubt that there will be anyone nice enough to just let us stay with them. 

There's just too many of us for that. If it were just me or just two of us, maybe we'd be able to convince someone to let us crash on their couch for a day or two. But no one wants to take in six teens. Definitely, no one wants to when we're all hungry with no money, no jobs, and no skills. 

Hopefully, we'll find work in the next place. Which is just insane to me. What 15-year-old wants a job? We should need jobs! We should be home safe and sound, working on school stuff or getting ready for Valentine's Day or something. Learning about things in school that we're probably never going to use again. Where's the homework? 

Well, I mean, for me, the homework is practicing spells, trying over and over again to get them right. But that's not regular homework. People aren't typically trying to shape the world with the stroke of a pen. Which is exactly what I'm attempting to do. It's craziness. It's nonsense. But it's what I'm doing.

We keep working, we keep trying. I think we've traveled further in this world, across all of this, than I have in literally the entire rest of my life. 

If we're not traveling on horseback, walking, riding in a cart, then I'm walking from place to place in towns trying to get to people, trying to talk to people that might hired more for work. It's insane, is what it is, impossible at best. The only good thing about all of this is I'm waking up when I want to, for the most part. 

Occasionally, suppose we're outside of a town. In that case, I'll get woken up by one of the others to help keep watch in the middle of the night, but really, I'm sleeping so much most of the time, and it's fantastic. 

But there's something else that happened that I should tell you about. And it doesn't have to do with the dragon, I promise. 

When we were in that crazy kid's place. And he made Grace and I get married. He gave us these rings. Our wedding rings. I've been wearing mine. It's mine. It's a tie to my friends and Grace but also to everything we've been through while here. If I get home and I still have it, I'll know it was all real, you know? 

Well, some guy saw it and asked me a bunch of questions about it. He said it was a signet ring for the little lord's household. That it was important somehow. 

He offered me good money, he offered me a lot of good money for it. Like, enough that I don't think we'd have to work for a while, and we'd still be able to afford food and housing and stuff, for a while, actually. 

Like a long while. 

But I can’t lose it. It's mine, but it's more than just mine. It's more than just a ring to me. To that guy, it was a status symbol. To me, it's. Well, it's important. And I don't want to sell it. Or lose it. Or just give it away. 

It's a tie to Grace for me. It's a connection from a shared event. The ring is important to me. Even if she doesn't feel the same, I know she's been wearing hers. 

I know that as soon as we get home, the "wedding" won't mean anything cause there weren't any witnesses who would be able to vouch for us. There wasn't a priest or anything there to bless the union. It wasn't even really done willingly cause, technically, neither of us wanted to get married. 

But I'm still wearing my ring, 'cause even if I don't know if I want to be married to Grace, I still like that there's this connection, and even if she doesn't actually care about me that way. Maybe the fact she's still wearing her ring, too, is a sign that she likes the connection, too?

I should probably talk to her about it, about all of this. We haven't spoken much in the last little bit. I mean, we talked when we were celebrating her birthday, but not really before. And not so much after. And not at all today.

I hope she's not mad at me.

But also, there’s going to be a chance to talk to her more. Hopefully, after we get home, we can talk and maybe-

I don't know. 

We’re going to a bigger place nearby to work, I'm hoping I might be able to find somewhere to work and maybe learn more spells, but I should probably focus on food money first. Then, the fancy flippy stuff.

It might be a few days until I can write you. I think about you a lot and hope you're doing okay. 

We'll get home sooner or later. It's just a matter of time. Then, I can introduce you to Grace. I think she'll like you're cooking, and maybe we can all have some big event where we all just get to meet each other's families, catch up, and hear about what's been going on while we've been gone. 

I'd really like that. 

Love Jack

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[casspurrjoybellbittner]

Wreckless - Best and Worst - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Emmett

I'm slightly irked by the hundred dollars but I also know he's been wanting to pay for things since the first time we ordered pizza.

I also know he has it.

He's not going to drop it, either and if I try to give some of it back it'll turn into a thing.

I hate 'things'.

Fine. We will eat really well this week.

I toss yet more laundry into the machine, between all the sheets we're going through and my work clothes, I've got a small mountain to wash.

Then it's off to the store.

I'm not used to shopping for two.

I know he loves ice cream and I get an extra carton, plus some more chocolate sauce.

I get him microwave popcorn and the already popped stuff that they have in the chip aisle.

I grab a marinated pork loin, some chicken and some hamburger along with some salad and veg, the boy needs some real food if he's going to survive off my cum for breakfast and whatever he manages to find for lunch.

At least he let me feed him this morning.

God, this morning.

I didn't expect anything, at all.

Seriously, I didn't even need anything.

I came twice yesterday and that is more than enough for me.

He, however, seemed to need it and once I knew he was fully aware that I didn't expect or need a blow job, I let him have fun.

Hell, I've been called a lot of things in my life but I'm not actually stupid.

I can't explain why seeing him go from a sweet, sleeping angel to a flustered, choking, desperate boy in less than two minutes makes me want to skip through the store like a five-year old but it's, well, it's everything.

I know he's well rested and he wakes up happy and needy and it obviously does something for him.

I have no idea what but he's in charge and it's the way he wants it.

I love it too but that's just a bonus, I've never had a problem with a regular suck, not that I've ever gotten them so regularly.

The past few weeks and the past week in particular, have been a whirlwind.

It took us weeks to dance around and decide if we were even dating and man, I almost completely fucked up the whole 'little' thing but he seems to be really coming out of his shell.

He seems happier.

I know I am.

I almost forget to grab some flowers and a bottle of wine for tonight but I remember at the last minute and get everything purchased and put away at home.

I switch the laundry, clean Marten's cage and collapse onto the couch.

One of the back cushions is askew and I fix it, then immediately think about last night.

If someone would have told me six months ago or even six days ago that I would have said those things, been so rough or enjoyed it so much, I would have laughed in their face.

I can't remember what time Finnegan left but it's been awhile, right?

He'll probably be back soon.

Do I want to be rough all the time? No.

That boy is magic and he deserves to be loved properly.

I make a promise to myself that the next time will be much different than last night was.

Maybe I can get him to ride me again, that was fantastic.

I decide to slice up the watermelon and have it ready, he may be munchy when he gets home from church.

Home.

Shit, I need to stop that.

He's made it very clear from the beginning that he's leaving and not a year from now, no, soon.

As in later this summer.

I don't want to think about it.

At first it made me brave, what did I have to lose?

I either had to grab on and hope to have some fun or let him slip through my fingers and disappear back to Michigan without anything ever happening.

But now?

So much has changed this week that I can't imagine just letting him walk away.

It needs to wait.

I can't deal with everything that's happened this week and that too.

I'll end up drunk and sad and I've done that more than my fair share.

I wonder if he'll come to dinner tonight.

I've never taken anyone to my dad's, he's never met anyone I dated at all.

He knows I'm gay but since my coming out conversation, it feels very much like don't ask, don't tell did in the army.

Don't tell me it's over, trust me, it's not. 

He was fine then or said he was at least but I was leaving the house and joining up and we didn't see each other a lot for eight years.

You grow apart, you know?

Grow up.

I have no idea whether or not any of that distance is because of that fateful convo or just the way things go.

He's a good guy and when I mentioned inviting a 'friend' to dinner he said...

"Sure."

But.. I don't know.

If Finnegan decides to go I'll have to call and make sure he knows we're dating but then what if he freaks?

It's not like I can uninvite Finnegan but actually... I'd just cancel... Fine.

My dad and I are complicated.

My mother dying made it that way.

Me being gay makes it that way.

Running off and disappearing for eight years and missing his second wedding made it that way.

But we do okay, really.

We talk some, he knows I'd do anything for him and he tells me he loves me.

Wrote me letters whenever I was deployed, too, it meant the world.

I should see him more than I do.

I need to do better.

[royal-sugary-archives]

Week One [8/13/23 to 8/19/23]

(Disclaimer: Long Post ahead. Read at own pace!)

We're already ending off a bit behind proper scheduling seeing as how I'm typing this at midnight and perhaps even sunday afternoon, but not all things should start out smooth!

At the start of the week, I immediately wanted to shake off the rust I gained after stopping my previous studying endeavors. With my new, more lax and me-centric regimen in motion, I decided not to go full in right away. With that in mind, I simply turned on my fan, an episode of Regular Show, and simply vibed as I practiced my perspective, shapes, and overall general line confidence.

There's some wonkiness to be had here. Some shapes display foreshortening some don't. Some connect right, some kinda lean. But as I practiced both 1 and 2 point perspective, I was also practicing drawing with my shoulder and whole arm too instead of just my wrist! I also wanted to get used to drawing without erasing more as well! Overall, I think I did well for myself!

Next day I initiated some more good habits I wanted to build for myself! Started meditating and drinking my green tea while waking up in the mornings before continuing with my day! Played some BOTW, responded to some pals in my art servers, and then dabbled in some light/value studying using a screenshot from my recent brain worm: TMNT Mutant Mayhem!

and after analyzing my findings and notes, I decided to do it myself! My problem is that I always seem to wonder and look at things more than actually DO them in order for them to cement in my patterns and processes. And so I wanted to train my mind to just DO things regardless of the results so that it builds up, yknow?

You could tell I was still leaning into my comfort zone a little by doing some (admittedly good warm-up) lines and shape studies again. But I shook myself out of it and practiced my light n' value!

Wednesday I merely took the time to reflect and give my brain some breathing room! Give it ample chances to recover before I overload it with information like I did before! I also continued my meditation and green tea, got some work done, was on day 4 of my caffeine/soda break, and I even started my skin care routine! Still working on the kinks of that last one, but it'll be worth it when I have smooth baby skin!

Thursday was the same process, but then I hopped back into my light and value studies by doing some quick little OC portraits! I could kinda feel the want for a coffee and soda, and when I ordered food for my dad after my job interview (fingers crossed) I almost ordered one for myself! But I remained strong! And I pumped these out!

I could feel my line confidence and the way I drew had changed in such a short time, and not gonna lie, I was pretty much feeling myself the entire day! I even played some videogames as a reward!

Friday was even better! I didn't study, but the habits I built for myself had become pseudo-autonomous at this point! I took a walk, my morning shower, meditated, green tea, the whole shebang! I felt so energized and kinda confident! I was really proud of myself! I capped it off with a movie night with my friends before I uh...kinda fell asleep at 2 AM knowing I had to wake up at 7 AM to go visit my brother at college

Despite being a bit bleary and having missed my chance of morning meditation, my current build-up pulled me through and after a breakfast of a bacon egg and cheese with a hibiscus tea, I was good to go! It was a fun day...until my dad made me irritated and muddied my good juju. But after venting to some buds, I got some scraps back! I even got a new sketchbook! I wanted to buy a new one cause I wanted to start going a bit more above n' beyond when it comes to my traditional.

Overall, this week was a great start to my journey! I really did feel I made a good bit of progress in not just my art, but just my life itself! And its only the first week! Here's to more learning in the future! Anyway, I got enough of y'alls time now! I'll update you guys next saturday! Later days!

#Blog Post #studying #study blog

[faerociousbeast]

the scariest part of it was there was another bed in the room i woke up in right.and it was like this hotel. so naturally i was like....Weird but obviously my sister is also here and woke up before me cuz shes a lot more punctual than i am lmao. i genuinely wasmt that concerned i didnt recognize the place??

so i was running around in the hotel looking for her, there were a lot of weird hallways and lobbies and ig the power mustve been out cuz it was dark as FUCK and really empty, until i randomly stumbled into a lobby full of middle aged white men on couches also in the dark and was like. Um. Anyway. and continued running

and then i ended up where i started except in the room next door, bc again it was dark and apparently they had two doors? one in the back of their room and one beside my rooms door, so i went in a circle basically. but anyways i didnt recognize them but thye were wearing traditional clothes and suddenly said "oh have you seen [cousins name]?"

i got confused bc this whole time id been searching for my sister, and i was like "oh noo haha i didnt come with my cousins family, i came with..." and THEN i started thinking and realized like. Hang the fuck on i havent seen my parents anywhere OR MY SISTER ANYWHERE and i dont actually rememver us coming here now that i think about it. The hell. well time to look for my cousin now i guess!

so i yell his name (not in a scared way but in the way your mom does from downstairs when you took too long to get to dinner or something) and he shows up casually. "which room did you wake up in???" "the one you were in lol, i got bored so i left you and was looking around."

thats when i was like. "...so your sister isnt here? or your parents???" and he was like "no? why?" bc. how do i explain this hes kind of.... hes not that much younger than me but he looks up to me a lot? so its not actually that unrealistic even not in a dream, that if he woke up in an unfamiliar place, if he saw me there with him hed probably be fine

but him acting like this plus with the things i noticed in the dark while running around earlier kinda confirmed for me we were kidnapped and whoever did it was most likely going to beat us up soon for ransom or info or something. so i thought back to last night

and APPARENTLY me and my cousin are part of the armed detective agency now???? and last night, we had to make dinner for everyone, and we did kind of badly but fukuzawa was proud of both of us or something. and everyone else (who wasnt the actual characters, this was like if the agency was just a regular police force that hires children for odd jobs sometimes?) was laughing at him for it. so i made the connection it had smth to do with the fact fukuzawa cares about the both of us and those bitch ass guys who laughed

and then i told my cousin that, like "hey uhh so we're probably kidnapped." and he was like "no we arent lmaoo.... Oh wait. yeah we probably are." so we went into our shared room and really quietly discussed the situation, bc the people in the room next to us were trying to listen in and there wasnt exactly anywhere else to go, and then we started walking while just casually whispering

my cousin started saying things like "you said theyre probably gonna torture the victims now right? well since we're part of the agency maybe i can use some of my reputation to tell them to stop" to which i was obviously thinking. Uh no my dearest cousin i actually do not think that would work in case you hadnt noticed we are kind of in the same boat as everyone else.

and then our walk took us to a different person in the hotels room and it was KUNIKIDA??? and looking back katai was probably with him bc it seems to be 2 to a room + there were computers and servers and shite all over in his room 💀 and he was basically like. "What are you doing here." what are YOU doing here dude??

and then i woke up before we could get horribly tortured

#the scariest part was realizing my sister wasnt with me #but thats actually good cuz if she was with me shed be. Well. kidnapped

[thegirlwholied]

math can in fact lie to you because being 5% done with something sounds yikes and being 1/20th of the way is more of an "oh, hey"

#editing #me last night: I'm gonna put this down and work out in a minute #me still saying that at going on midnight and looking at the clock: okay so I'm not working out tonight but first thing in the morning! #me still editing at 2am: ...okay so we're getting up at the regular time #me waking up to do my actual job at the regular time: we're going to turn on the computers and then nap until the first call aren't we #...why am i using the royal we #too late! not redoing tags! #i am a grand 2000 words down #...41000 to go #yes if you math that out it's not even quite 5% I'M ROUNDING #part of the time consumption is I've come up with some changes I thought would be clever to condense things #and after trying to implement them go...'nope. nope the OG scene was there for a reason' and wind up going back to the OG just shorter #... I'm going to do a complete sweep and wind up at about 120k and have to start all over aren't I #but i do think that's the way to do it at this point #it's a Jenga of Chekhov's guns rn #steady does it #impossible novel

[xbadgerbearx]

bird

word count: 1.6k

Can’t Sleep: [4] … [6]

Not too long later, Gaius Grieves revealed himself. Your little trio watched as Robert discreetly put a gun to his back and started talking. You weren't close enough to decipher what he said. Once he started moving your team got the cue to follow. However, everyone stopped in their tracks once soldiers were spotted.

"I thought Milton was supposed to be our lookout," you muttered as the soldiers started speaking Spanish to the patrons in the club.

As the soldiers got more aggressive in their search for Americans, Robert turned to Cleo.

"All right," Robert motioned to Grieves. "Take him out through the back, all right? Find my coordinates in the pad and meet me in half an hour," he ordered while handing Abner a gun.

"What?"

"Hey, did you hear what I said?"

"Yes, but-"

"Go."

Cleo hesitated before grabbing Grieves.

"Let's go."

As you were leading your small group to the back entrance, you heard Robert yell out, "Hey, calm down! There's no need to disturb everyone's night."

You could faintly hear Flag speak up as you found a door marked Solo Empleados.

"This way."

Unfortunately the door you opened was the dressing room for the dancers. You heard Abner say, "Oh, God," before a stumbling sound and a gun being handled. You briefly looked back to see Abner holding Grieves at gun pointing and ordering him to "Move it!"

Damn. That was a little hot.

Pushing your way through the dancers and out the door, you let out a small gasp at the soldier standing in front of you. Cleo, ever the quick thinker, used her device to have a rat crawl down his throat.

"Remind me not to get on your bad side."

You eventually made your way outside in an alley. Milton jogged over once he caught sight of you four.

"Your equipment manipulates animal behavior, clever," Grieves spoke out. "I'm working on something similar with humans."

"Be quiet, please."

"You are perceivably panicked. I'm guessing that you are not the alphas of this battalion."

"Do you want a dozen angry rodents crawling up your ass?" Cleo snapped.

"My answer might not be what you expect."

"Disgusting," you commented as Abner ushered Grieves to move.

You quickly made your way into the van. Milton took the driver's seat, Abner sat in the middle across from Grieves who still had a gun pointed at him, and you and Cleo took a seat in the back by Nanaue.

"Hello, friends!"

"Hi, yes, hello to you too, Nanaue," you said before pointing at Grieves. "Nom nom this man if I give the word."

"Okay!"

Cleo rummaged through DuBois bag before handing you the coordinate pad he spoke of earlier. Was that a picture of his daughter you saw? You couldn't get a good look since Cleo zipped up the bag. Coordinates in hand, you made your way back up the front to give Milton directions.

"Oh ho ho, what's this?" Grieves smuggly declared. You were too busy paying attention to the road to hear him.

"What's what?"

"I saw that little look you gave to your teammate."

"There was no look," Abner denied.

"Ah, but there was. How are you going to pretend you weren't just looking at their ass as they passed? You seem to have a school boy crush."

"Abner has a crush?" Cleo entered the conversation.

"No!"

Grieves laughed before answering Cleo. "You seem to have forgotten that I study people for a living, and I am very good at my job."

"Pet pet and Polky?" Nanaue piped up from the back.

"No! No Pet pet and Polky," Abner said with exasperation. However, upon looking at you and seeing how captivating you looked under the flashing lights of the street lamps, he followed it up with defeated, "Okay, maybe Pet pet and Polky."

"Dios mío!" Cleo exclaimed before she was hurriedly shushed. They both looked over to see if you heard.

"Okay, now take a right onto this street."

You did not.

"I'm happy for you, Abner."

"You seem to have forgotten you are on a mission. This isn't some little girl's slumber party."

Cleo slapped Grieves over the back of the head as Abner seemed to remember that he had a gun in his hand.

"Be quiet."

"Is- is that them?"

The team all looked at you as they looked out the window. Following your gaze, it landed on an upside down armored vehicle in a ditch.

"Of course it is, who else would be dumb enough," you sighed.

Milton slowly approached the area and parked the van. As soon as it stopped you jumped out to see if they were still there. Turns out you didn't have to wait long; the back door unlocked to reveal your three teammates scuffed but otherwise unharmed.

You wouldn't admit it but you felt relieved.

"All right," Robert grunted. "Let's go to Jotunheim."

"Nope. There's somethin' we gotta take care of first."

"What?"

Rick sighed out, "As much as it pains me to say, we gotta get Harley Quinn."

"Harley who?"

"Quinn. She was on Team 1 with me. Now that I know where she is, we gotta go get her."

"Fuck no."

"Come on, man." They made their way back into the van after you. "She's a valuable asset."

"I said no."

"Don't make me get Waller into this."

Robert thought for a moment. "Fuck, fine, alright. We'll go get 'er."

Everyone eventually got seated. This time you actually sat in a seat since you weren't planning on taking an impromptu nap—although that did sound nice. Flag filled Milton out on the details and directed him on where to go as you all got cozy. Robert and Chris were going at it again, Cleo was asleep, Nanaue was trying to get you to sit in his lap, and Abner was watching in amusement.

"No."

"Yes."

"I said no."

"Pet pet?"

"No, Nanaue."

Nanaue put on his best pout, "Please?"

You should not have turned around to look at him. Sighing, you stood up and made your way over to him.

"Hahaha!" He sounded like a giddy kid in a candy store. He gently picked you up and placed you on his lap. Immediately he started petting you again and hummed. Your legs were cramped and you felt like you were about to fall off his lap. Without saying anything, you sprawled your legs across Abner's lap. He just looked at you with a smile before adjusting himself to accommodate you. Resting his arms over your legs, he continued looking out the window.

"How fascinating."

"Hmm?" You looked at Grieves.

"You don't happen to also control animal behavior, do you?"

"Why would I tell you that?"

"Fair."

You heard a loud sigh from Chris. "Is this going to become a regular occurance?"

"What, you jealous? I'm calling it now, if we have another night during this mission I'm using him as my cuddle buddy."

"Whatever."

Although you said you wouldn't, you were almost asleep before Robert made the call for everyone to gear up. While everyone was rushing to get their gear on, you just yawned and leaned over to handcuff Grieves to a seat before making yourself at home on Nanaue again. You weren't exactly trained to fight with weapons, although you did grab a nearby combat knife to carry.

"You gotta be kiddin' me. You're gonna risk the entire mission for a mental defective dressed as a court jester."

"This is coming from a guy that wears a toilet seat on his head."

"We don't leave our own behind," Rick reminded.

"You're okay with this?"

"No, but I've been around Flag when he's got a rag in his mouth. Best not to tug it."

"Motherfucker!"

Just as everyone seemed almost ready, you hopped off Nanaue and gently nudged Cleo.

"Come on, gotta wake up."

"All right, let's go."

Everyone—besides Grieves—exited the vehicle before Flag announced his plan.

"All right, we'll enter through the third floor, go to the inner staircase, and then down to the cellar where they usually keep their detainees. Hopefully, Harley's still alive."

Still butthurt about what Robert said, Chris stubbornly muttered, "It's not a toilet seat, it's a beacon of freedom!"

Everyone got into position; Peacemaker somehow scaled a building to get a vantage point, Abner was down the street looking for traffic, Rick and Robert were beside one of the walls ready to climb to the third floor, you turned into a bird (much to the amazement of your team) so you could quickly enter the window Robert would open, and Nanaue—who forgot you turned into a bird—stared at you.

"Ratatouille, what do you got?"

"Third floor hallway's clear. Abner?"

"There doesn't seem to be any incoming traffic."

"Bird."

"Nanaue, that's Mimic you meathead- and stay off the comm!"

"Colonel, I got a clean shot on the only one in the office. Just give the word."

"Fire on three, two..."

"What're you guys doing?"

Rick looked at Harley, then DuBois, then back to Harley. "I... you- we're here to save you."

"You were gonna... save me?" Harley visibly looked touched.

"It was a really good plan, too."

"Well I can go back inside and you can still do it."

"That's patronizing," Bloodsport commented.

You saw Harley drag a big stick thing over to Flag and hug him.

"Uh, what's with the javelin?"

"I'm waiting for God to tell me."

"Jesus Christ..."

"Yeah, or Him. Or any of them, really."

You and Nanaue watched as Harley and Bloodsport had an awkward introduction.

"Never mind everyone, Harley is secure."

"What?"

"Meet me in the van so we can leave as quickly as possible."

Sighing, you morphed back into your original form. Nanaue made an audible gasp as he saw you sitting on the railing.

"Pet pet?

"Yes, Nanaue, it's me, Pet pet."

King Shark laughed as he started petting you immediately. Resisting the urge to roll your eyes, you swatted his hand away and motioned for him to follow you.

#the suicide squad (2021) #suicidesquad #dcu fanfic #polka dot man #bloodsport #peacemaker #ratcatcher ii #ratcatcher 2 #harley quinn #rick flag #abner krill #abner krill x reader #polka dot man x reader #cleo cazo #robert dubois #christopher smith #starro #reader #reader insert #Can’t Sleep

[chexxrexx]

Let's Fall in Love for the Night | Part 1

A/N: hi! so this is one of my first fan fictions 😖 it's going to be a killua x enby reader type of thing so I hope everything goes well. OH AND KILLUA IS AGED UP TO 18, reader is 17. Nothing nsfw since I don't really write that stuff! :) I'm modelling this after the song "Let's Fall in Love for the Night" by FINNEAS. So without furtherado, let's get started 👉

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How long has it been since something has happened in your life? Really, anything. You wake up, grab some breakfast, brush your teeth, head to the nearest coffee shop, order a coffee and maybe a pastry for the day and then head off to your internship, normally with a burnt tongue from the coffee.

"Y/n!" your boss approaches you as you pass through the sliding glass doors, hurriedly tapping his pen on his clipboard as he eyes you up and down in disgust. You still looked like you had just woken up. He clicks his tongue before continuing his lecture. "You're late. Again. For the third time this week."

"I'm sorry, sir. I'll try better... I won't be late... next time. I promise."

"You said that last time. When do your promises ever become an actual promise?" Your boss shakes his head before leaving in the direction he had come from.

You pass through the rest of the office building before coming across your workspace in the very corner of the room. You had a job tracking down people with interesting nen powers. You had the ability to use nen as a manipulator but nothing too unique, just the ability to manipulate tree roots as you were connected with nature since you were very young.

"Pst." Your eyebrows narrowed, already annoyed from your encounter this morning. You ignored the voice and carried on looking through the files. "Pst. HEY!" someone yelled right behind you, making you turn around sharply and give that person a death glare. Your face softened as you noticed that "someone" was actually your best friend, Kimy. Her brown eyes lit up as she gave you a small smile, coming around to stand next to your desk.

"Took you long enough to listen to me." she says. She digs around in her pockets before pulling out a crumpled poster. She straightens it out on your desk and turns back to you as you stare at it, (e/c) eyes scanning over the contents of the paper.

"A fighting match?" you stare at the poster before noticing your boss in the corner of the room glaring at you and motioning for you to get back to work. "Kimy, I'm not sure why you want me to go to a fighting match with you but I have to get back to work and you should too."

Ignoring your comment she continues to speak, badgering for you to go with her. "It's not just ANY fighting match. It's a nen ONLY fighting match. You get to watch the best fighters of all time and even Hisoka's gonna be there!"

"You mean the creepy clown guy?" you raise an eyebrow, fingers picking at the corner of the file you're holding out of habit as you read over your client's nen ability, leaning back in your chair.

"He's not creepy, just super hot." she wiggles her eyebrows at you as you sigh and set the file down, sitting straight in your chair rubbing your eyes.

"If my client's at the fighting match, then sure I'll go." you say jokingly as she looks at the file and then back at the poster.

"Oh. Killua? Yeah he's a regular. He's the one fighting Hisoka." Your eyes widen in surprise.

"No, I can't lose my client. He's going to get killed by Hisoka." You stand up quickly and grab your jacket from your chair since it was cold outside. "Come on. We're leaving."

"But it's not even..." Kimy protests, about to say that it wasn't even time to leave. You whip around, eyes flaring.

"I don't care. I'm not getting my client killed. So either you're coming with me to watch this fight and I pay for everything. Or you're staying here for another boring day of work thumbing through files. Which would you prefer?" Kimy relents, letting out a sigh and following you outside where you wrap your jacket tighter around your body, adrenaline rushing through you.

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You sit near the front of the battle, watching intently as you wait for the clock to finish counting down Killua's impending doom. Your leg bounces up and down as you resort yourself to your last option, fighting Hisoka yourself.

Your nen ability wasn't the most impressive. After all it was just manipulating tree roots, but expanding your nen bubble outwards confirmed that the whole city had tree roots flowing under it. It was just a forest that was cut down and built over and the arena had suffered worse. A broken floor would be the least of the arena's worries after the battle would be over.

"So... what's his nen ability?" You look over at your best friend, seeing that she's staring straight in front of her, her head resting in her hand with her legs crossed. She seems excited to be this close at the front, watching her creepy clown fighting. You take a deep breath before answering.

"Electricity." is all you answer.

"Like he controls electricity or..."

"He can generate electricity, and control it I guess. I'm not too sure." Kimy sighs, watching as you bite your lip.

"Nervous for him? You've never even met him before and by the sounds of it, I have never heard anyone able enough to control electricity. So as much as I want Hisoka to win, he'll do fine." You were about to protest that it was Hisoka you two were talking about, but the lights started to dim and the spotlight swiveled to point towards the stage.

"Today we have our two tops contestants. Killua Zoldyck and Hisoka Morrow." You tense up as your best friend looks towards you with wide eyes.

"You never told me he was a Zoldyck! You know who those are right?" she hisses at you as she clutches your arm and shakes you rapidly. You pull your arm out of her grip and nod your head once before crossing your arms and sinking into your seat. You were stupid enough to not have researched further about your client, after all, it was suspicious enough to not have his full name written down.

Your attention was brought away from the matter at hand when a boy with spiky white hair and electric blue eyes appears from the left side of the stage, staring straight at his opponent and looking bored. In any other situation, you would have already left, not willing to be involved in fights like these, but something about these two and the fact that it was your client, had compelled you to stay.

The spiky white haired boy, Killua, looked around the arena, his eyes landing on you and giving you a small, well-hidden smirk. If you weren't analyzing his body language, you would have missed it. You were distracted by your friend, once again, latching onto your arm and tugging you closer to her.

"He's even better in person!" she was staring at Hisoka. He seemed to notice someone was staring at him as he creepily turned his head towards you and Kimy, smiling. Kimy squealed like a small girl, hiding behind you as your rolled your eyes, and gritted your teeth, annoyed.

The coach held the whistle between his teeth and counted down the two opponents. Shortly after, they were at each other's throats.

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A/N: Hi! I hope you enjoyed so far. Unfortunately I realized that the story was way too long for one post so I opted to make a few parts to this one story! I hope that's alright and stay tuned. Here is part 2. Check it out! :) Until next time! <33

[septembers-kingdom-of-dreams]

September's Kingdom of Dreams

Chapter 10

She struggled against the stranger's firm grasp and tried to scream, but his gloved hand muffled every sound. Then suddenly she heard a whisper right behind her.

"Stay quiet if you want to live."

She froze and heard footsteps approaching. The stranger pulled her further into the darkness of the forest.

Suddenly the commander in white armour appeared where she'd stood. From up close he looked entirely unremarkable, a man of average height and weight with short blonde hair and greenish blue eyes. His hands were bloodstained.

"The blind one was coming from here," he said. "The dreamer cannot be far."

September felt her heart racing under her raincoat. What had they done to Diol?

Behind her, the stranger crept further into the overgrown brambles. He was shaking.

"Doctor Hallafeen, she could be anywhere," a Nightmare said, appearing from the battlefield. "There's no use in trying."

Hallafeen growled a little. "I don't like being bested."

"Should we kill the others?"

Before September could react the stranger wrapped his arms tighter around her, trapping her in his iron grip.

Hallafeen hesitated, then shook his head. A thin, cold smile played on his lips. "I quite like them. They've shown remarkable strength...let them live. Tonight is not the night, but I will return and discuss a possible...allyship with them."

"All right." The Nightmare returned to the battlefield.

Hallafeen stood still for a moment. Then he chuckled and left.

"Sorry I scared you," the stranger whispered into September's ear. He had a lisp. "I heard him coming and acted on impulse. Please don't scream when I take my hand off your mouth."

Suddenly September could breathe again. She turned her head and found herself face to face with...a scarecrow. A completely regular scarecrow made of brown fabric and straw, with green glass eyes and a row of stitches across the bridge of it's nose, wearing an old green flannel and dungarees, which was nothing out of the ordinary, but suddenly the scarecrow gave her a smile. Human teeth appeared behind the fabric.

September flinched and his smile disappeared. He quickly let go of her and raised his gloved hands, as if to calm her down.

"Please don't freak out, I'm not here to hurt you!", he whispered.

September was hyperventilating. She pressed her hands on her mouth to muffle the yelp that was about to escape her lips.

There was worry in his glass eyes. "D-do you want me to give you a moment?"

She swallowed hard. Then she lowered her hands and took a few deep breaths.

"Jesus!", she finally uttered. "Sorry. Sorry, that was rude."

He waved it off. "I'm used to it. Listen, we gotta get away from here as fast as possible. Do you trust yourself with that?"

September nodded. "S-sure."

He smiled, a little more hesitant this time. "Great."

***

They reached the edge of the forest by midnight. Stars stretched across the vast sky above the cornfield.

"Okay but I gotta ask," September began. "Who are you? Why are you helping me?"

"The name's Bubak." He traced a blue flower growing on the side of the field. Then he glanced up at her. "Originally I was supposed to lure you to Mantis' castle by pretending to be nice and earning your trust, but honestly, I'm conflicted."

"Why?" September raised an eyebrow. "You don't strike me as the kind of person that supports Mantis. So what is it? Does he have something in his hand against you?"

He stopped and turned to look at her. "Hallafeen promised to tell me where I came from." His voice broke. "Said he knows. I'm a revenant, you see, and I've lost... basically all my memories from before. I don't... I don't remember a single thing. No friends, no family, not even my name. It's just vast emptiness."

"But are you sure he's going to keep his promise?"

"Not really," Bubak admitted. "But it's my only chance."

"But why do you need it? I mean..." September took a deep breath. "You obviously don't like what you're doing, and I highly doubt he treats you fairly, so why make your life a living hell?"

"I don't know where to go," he admitted quietly. "I hate Mantis. I hate him so much. He just...goes around, doing nothing but hurt people. He's awful. And when I try to call him out he threatens me. I mean... I try to help where I can. Smuggle prisoners out, do my job bad on purpose...but... it's just so bad, you know?"

"When will he tell you the secret?", September asked.

Bubak hesitated for a moment and bit his full lip.

"When you're captured," he finally admitted and sagged. "I really don't want to do this, I absolutely don't, but I just don't have a choice."

He let out a small huff. "Anyway. Care for a rest stop?"

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September woke up in the blue hours of dawn, her head in Bubak's lap. He was leaned against a rock, his green glass eyes mirroring the stars above.

She shifted and sat up. "You're still awake?"

He chuckled. "Yeah, I guess."

"Aren't you tired?"

Bubak shrugged his narrow shoulders. "No, I don't sleep."

"In general, or...?"

"In general."

"Oh."

"Sleeping must be wild." He leaned back. "You just chill and do nothing and you wake up refreshed??"

September laughed. "I don't know how it works either." She tilted her head. "Since we're exchanging questions anyway, hypothetically, what would happen if you took your gloves off?"

Bubak tilted his head in response. "Hypothetically, what would happen if you took your skin off?"

"I...well, actually I have no idea-"

Bubak nodded and grinned. "So do I."

"Oh. Okay."

He shrugged his narrow shoulders. "I haven't tried to be honest but I've cut myself a couple times and it hurt so I'm not sure whether I want to try."

"Oh ouch." September yawned. "How far is it until Mantis' castle?"

"A day or two." A soft breeze ran through Bubak's straw hair. "I'd be faster alone, but unlike you I don't really tire, so..."

"Oh, how charming."

"I'm doing my best. If I'm sending you to your doom I might as well give you a pleasant final journey."

#september's kingdom of dreams

[gubes-sweaters]

Mind, Body, and Soul 4

Authors note: Sorry for being MIA for a bit. I was going through a lot of things with my family, school, friends, etc. I got in a terrible funk and I had no motivation to write. I’m doing much better now and I’m going to go back to posting regularly. Another thing I know in the show Spencer drives a Volvo, but for this story, he drives a station wagon like mgg.

Content warning: A brief mention of a drug deal and medication and… teeth rotting fluff if that counts.

Word count: 4.6k

You can find part three here

Chapter 4: My Safe Place

I wake up to the smoke alarm going off. It takes me a second to realize what’s going on but as soon as I realize I make a mad dash to the kitchen. In my haste, I slip on the rug in the living room that connects to the kitchen. My morning couldn’t be more chaotic. Both of my roommates are coughing up a lung from the smoke while opening windows and fanning out the area. Turns out that they decided to make breakfast but somehow they can’t even make eggs and toast without almost burning the place down. I quickly gather myself from off of the ground and join Tweedledee and Tweedledum in cleaning up their mess. It takes thirty minutes to clear the smoke and to clean up the kitchen. After all, is said and done I look over at the stove and see that it’s already 9:30.

“Shit shit shit!” I shout while running towards my bathroom trying to get ready. Stella and Raven follow me into the bathroom wondering what I’m freaking out about.

“What’s the freak out for?” Raven says before peeking her head in the bathroom door. I’m already stepping into the shower as they both lean up against the bathroom counter exchanging confused looks.

“I uh forgot... I made plans with Penelope that have been a month in the making.” I stammer out from behind the shower curtain. In my mind, I’m debating telling them what I’m actually up to. Their two of my best friends and we’ve been friends since elementary school. I tell them practically everything, but on the other hand, I enjoy spending time with Spencer without it being a big deal. Of course, my friends would be happy for me but at the same time, they also tend to treat me like a child because I’m a year younger than them and I’m their “innocent” friend. I almost feel like I’d be disappointing them if I break from that title. I love them both so much but I think for now it’s better to keep those parts of my life separate.

“Well tell Pen that we said hi. Oh, and don’t forget about Daisy’s birthday on Saturday.” Stella reminds me before walking off with Raven. Daisy is a girl that Raven and I used to study with our freshman year of college. Raven, Daisy, and I had the same psychology class, and Raven and I clung to her pretty quickly. Raven and Daisy both happened to be going for forensic psychology, but I’m getting my degree in social work, so our sophomore year I didn’t have classes with either of them. My point is I haven’t seen her in two years but Raven and Stella are both close with her still and for some reason Daisy also invited me. I’m not complaining because she was really sweet, and I distinctly remember she was the type of person who showed their love through touch. If you needed a hug she was there, if you needed a shoulder to cry on she was there. I just feel like I’m intruding now because I haven’t seen her in two years and according to my roommates you wouldn’t even recognize her anymore, so I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to talk to her without awkward small talk. I’ll have to worry about that later now I have to worry about being late for a date... an outing. I’m not sure what to call whatever Spencer and I are doing today.

I rush to blow dry my hair, put on a little bit of makeup, I throw on a sublime t-shirt and a pair of jeans. Just as I slip on my vans, I get a text from Spencer.

Spencer (pain in my ass): I’m out front :)

me: okie dokie I’ll be down in a minute!

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We’ve been driving and listening to music in comfortable silence for the past 30 minutes. Soon enough though, we pull in front of a small café. The place seems oddly familiar, but I can’t put my finger on it. No matter how many times I asked Spencer he would never tell me where we’re going. He called me boring, yet our first stop is a café. I’m not complaining at all, but it seems a little more mundane than I would expect from Spencer. Either way, I’m excited because I’m seeing him again.

“You ready?” He turns to look at me with a big goofy grin on his face. It’s nice seeing him smile I could get used to seeing it more. No. No. No. Don’t think like that this isn’t a date he’s simply keeping a promise that he made to me. This definitely isn’t a date right?

“Of course, but where are we?” I asked still not sure what I’m walking into. Despite me asking him he doesn’t answer, he just unbuckles his seatbelt and steps out of the car. I follow in his footsteps because I don’t want to look like a dork just mindlessly sitting in his car.

“We’re just popping in for some coffee don’t worry about it.” Spencer says while basically pulling me into this building. As we step in the smell of coffee brewing fills my senses, as I try and take in my surroundings I hear the sounds of cats purring and meowing. I turn my head and see that this isn’t any regular café, it’s a cat café. I remember some of these cats because this is the cat café that has adopted some of the cats from the Humane Society the Pen and I volunteer at. That’s why this place seemed so familiar.

“I asked Penelope what you did in your free time. She mentioned you volunteer and you’re a big animal lover, so I figured this was a fun way to ease you into today’s events.” He turns to me with a smile on his face while we wait in line for coffee.

“This is amazing Spencer. Seriously this is perfect.” As we're waiting in line we watch the cats in the next room over through the large window. We watch as some kittens chase after one another. A couple of the older cats are either sitting on the windowsill purring or sitting in someone’s lap instead of playing like the kittens. As we go to order Spencer insists on paying, after a while I concede. He pulls out a large wad of cash from a money clip, which I wasn’t expecting, I mean I didn’t expect him to be broke, but most college students don’t have that kind of money lying around. Maybe he gets money from his parents, or he happened to have a really good paying job. Instead of being lost my own thoughts and mental gymnastics, I focus on the cats in the room that we’re walking into.

About five minutes later we both get the iced coffees that we ordered. Spencer got enough sugar in his to give somebody a heart attack. With the coffees, we got a small little bag of catnip. A chubby orange cat immediately starts to take a liking to Spencer, the cat is sucking up to him because he’s the one with the catnip. About half an hour later we get ready to leave, but not before I watch Spencer trip more than once over himself while entertaining the cats and inevitably everybody else in the café that started watching. We decide to call it quits before falls, and he cracks his skull open. As we get back into his car he announces now that I’ve dipped my toes in the “fun pool” it’s time to kick it up a notch, but once again he won’t tell me where we’re going.

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I find myself mindlessly tapping my fingers to Kid Cudi, while looking out the window I feel a pair of eyes on me. I turn and see that he’s watching me with a big grin on his face.

“What?” I ask before he shifts his eyes back to the road momentarily.

“Nothing, I’m just lucky to be hanging out with you today. I honestly thought you were going to be sick of me by now.” He confesses, and he looks sad as if he could ever burden me.

“Spencer’s I know it’s only 11:30 and the day just begun, but I don’t think I’ve relaxed and had this much fun in a long time. Don’t think that I’m ever going to get sick of you. I promise that I’m having a really fun time.” I feel like I almost convinced him, but there’s this small little part of his brain that wouldn’t believe me regardless of what I said.

“You say that now, but I’m pretty sure after this you’re gonna hate me.” he says while gesturing to what’s in front of us. As he puts the car in park I look straight forward and see that we’re at a skate park.

“Uh, I don’t know how to skate... like at all.” I say hoping he doesn’t expect much coordination or skill out of me.

“I figured that much. I thought I could teach you, still wanna give it a shot?”

“Why not that’s the whole point of today right?”

“That’s the spirit!” He says before jumping out of his car and quickly grabs a skateboard out of the trunk. He looks like a kid in a candy store while we walk to a section that’s not occupied.

I’m glad I wore vans and jeans because I have a feeling in any other outfit I would have a very unfortunate wardrobe malfunction. He shows me two or three times how to properly kick off without falling. Then he asked me to give it a try or to at least try and find my balance on the board first. As I step on he holds my waist, so I don’t go anywhere, but that doesn’t stop me from wobbling a couple of times in the process.

“Make sure you put your back foot towards the front of the board when kicking off, if not the board will fly out from underneath you. Don’t worry about falling though I got you I promise.” He says while slowly loosening his grip on my waist. I start to learn to push off and eventually with Spencer‘s help I can go a couple of feet before I chicken out.

“Don’t worry about it. You’re not going to get it all at once, a lot of people can’t learn how to skate in a matter of hours.” He tries to cheer me up and coax me out of my embarrassment because I’m not fully understanding it.

” Yeah, I think I want to try it all by myself once maybe I’m having trouble because I’m using you as a crutch.” This is where I made my mistake because I got a little too cocky, and instead of getting it like I thought I would I fell. When I fell, I fell hard and I scraped both of my knees. Of course, this would be the day that I wear jeans with rips in the knees. As soon as I hit the ground he booked it towards me, and when he reached me, he crouched down in front of me with his hands on my shoulders searching my face to see if I’m okay.

“Are you okay? You didn’t break any bones, did you? Do you need to go to urgent care?” He asks a couple of ridiculous questions with panic very present in his voice. I’m obviously not hurt that bad, but that doesn’t stop him from freaking out momentarily.

“I’m okay Spence I promise. I only fell off of a skateboard I didn’t get shot.” I say before chuckling, trying to lighten the mood.

“I’m glad you’re okay, but you scraped your knee bad. We’re going to have to get that cleaned up, you don’t wanna know how many germs are in that cut now, let alone the various infections that you could get if you leave it alone.” He says before standing up in extending his arm out to me. He collects his board, and we make our way back to his car. We go to a drugstore around the corner, and he runs in to get Band-Aids, alcohol wipes, and Neosporin. Again I insist on paying because this is my fault, but he brushes me off and leaves me in the car. He comes back and asks me to sit on the side of the seat, while he kneels in front of me in the parking lot. He cleans my knees off while reeling off facts either about the products he’s using or about all the germs in my wound. He finishes his nervous ramble by putting a Band-Aid on my knee before placing a gentle kiss on that knee. I blush at the small bit of contact, while he collects all of the products off the ground and puts them back in the plastic bag.

“Change of plans were going to take a small detour. I got a good idea while I was in the store.” He says climbing back into the driver’s seat and starting the car.

“Let me guess I don’t get to know ahead of time just like before,” I asked hoping that he would at least give me a little hint.

“That’s correct.”

It’s 2:10 by the time we arrive at the mall. I have no clue what would make him think of going to a mall and what we're even here for. Either way, it doesn’t stop me from blindly following him right into the mall. For someone who’s a bit of a germaphobe Spencer hasn’t seemed to mind holding my hand everywhere we’ve been today. The first two times I thought he was grabbing my hand, so he could just pull me to whatever activity I had in store for me. This time is different though because as we enter the mall our fingers intertwine together as if it was second nature. He still led me but this time we’re walking side by side. He stopped me very abruptly right in front of a store that I haven’t even seen since I was eight years old.

“Spencer, mind telling me why we’re at a Build-a-Bear?” I ask while we enter the brightly colored store.

“While I was in the drugstore I saw teddy bears and it made me think of this place. Also, we need to kill a little bit of time before we make our last stop of the night.”

Turns out we’re not the only adults who had the same idea as Spencer. Two other couples looked lovingly at each other while making a bear. This seems like a date night activity and not whatever the hell Spencer and I are doing. We end up picking a light brown teddy bear and just about every employee that we came in contact with told us we were a cute couple, but Spencer nor I corrected them. It didn’t seem to bother him so it didn’t bother me either. When it came time to pick out clothes for the bear he insisted that he had “impeccable style”, and he knows what he’s doing.

”Spencer’s you’re wearing a baggy sweater, jeans, converse, and mix-matched socks. I don’t think that your style is peak fashion.”

“Hush you’re ruining my vision.” He jokingly said while staring at the clothing with his thumb and forefinger gripping his chin. We both crack jokes and make fun of each other‘s sense of style before we inevitably end up basically picking the same thing that Spencer is wearing. We dressed the bear in a red sweater, black jeans, converse, and only because Spencer insisted on mix-matched socks. Yes, we did pay for two pairs of socks, so we could mix-match his socks. Spencer finally let me split the cost on something when it came time to pay. After we made our way out of the store with our fingers once again intertwined and our son that Spencer jokingly called the bear in the store. Our poor son doesn’t even have a definite name because he insisted on naming the bear Spencer Jr. or Sativa, but I told him there’s no way I would ever let him name the poor bear Sativa and Spencer Jr. is on the fence. As we’re about to walk out of the mall Spencer gets a call and then three texts in a row. He tells me he’s just gonna wait to open his phone once we're in the car. Once we get in the car, and he checks his phone his face drops.

“Is everything alright?” I ask because of his shift in demeanor.

“Yeah, everything is good I just need to take this call quickly.” He says before stepping out of the car and closing the door.

Spencer’s POV

When I get three texts and a call from my mom‘s doctor saying that there’s a problem my heart automatically sinks. I mean she’s all I have left and my mom is the one person who’s ever been in my life consistently with unconditional love. I call my mom‘s doctor as I step away from the car a couple of feet. I ask what’s the issue and it turns out it’s her treatment, her doctor tells me that because of her recent change in medication as well as the increase in dosage I’m going to have to start paying more for her assisted living. The situation is a lot better than what I was thinking. It’s a minor problem that I can easily solve. After I talk to my mom for a couple of minutes and make sure that she’s doing okay before making my way back to the car. As if my prayers have been answered I had an old friend text me and asked if he could buy two grams of weed off of me. I hurry up and tell him I can meet him right after he gets off work. This way I can kill two birds with one stone because he works at a gas station not too far away. While I am there I can pick up snacks that I’m going to need before we go to our final destination tonight.

Readers POV

Spencer never addressed the phone call when he got back in the car, but instead just turned on music and placed his hand on my thigh. The mood totally changed from calm and relaxed to now very awkward with tension. We only talked for a couple of minutes before it went back into an uncomfortable silence. Something seemed off about Spencer as he told me that we need to go to a gas station before wherever we’re going next. It’s not because I think stopping at a gas station is odd, but it’s because he insisted on this certain one, but he wouldn’t tell me why. He also was digging through a bag in his backseat for a bit before shoving something in his pocket and walking into the store, and as much as I wanted to snoop I didn’t because I respect his privacy. I trust him a lot, probably more than you should trust someone who you haven’t even known for a week, but my mind keeps wondering as I’m sitting in the car alone once more. That’s another thing that I thought was odd because he asked me what I wanted and insisted it was pointless for me to go in as well. He’s also taking a really long time I’m trying to brush it off, but there’s some part of my brain that can’t help it profile his body language and everything he is saying. I try to never profile people because it seems unfair, but having a dad as a profiler that would always profile me every time I saw him made reading people's body language second nature to me.

I’m glad when Spencer returns he seems a lot more happy and relaxed. When he gets back in the car he has a huge smile on his face as he puts the snacks in the backseat. I ignore the change in mood for the second time because it’s probably something he didn’t want me knowing about right now. In the little bit I’ve known Spencer he’s been pretty much an open book, so for him to not share something it must’ve been very personal.

“So we have one more thing planned for today and it’s very special to me. Are you ready?” He asks sounding genuinely happy and finally his normal self.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

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Before we get to this secret special location it’s already dark out. Tonight the stars are shining so bright and the sky was so clear. Since I am not even paying tension I don’t realize that we’ve arrived until I hear Spencer turn off the car. He quickly hops out of the car without any explanation whatsoever. I try and take in my surroundings and realize that we must be at some park. I see a few benches, signs leading to different walking trails, and a cute little playground.

“Stay there.” He says while opening the trunk of his car. So, I comply even though I have a feeling this is how dumbasses like me get murdered. He tells me not to look at what he’s doing, so instead, I go on my phone for a bit. He announces that he’s done and I need to come look, so I hop out of his car and see that he’s cleared out his trunk, and collapsed his backseats. He also has a lot of snacks set up with soft pillows and fuzzy blankets. He smiles proudly at me, and all I can do is chuckle because I think this is the absolute sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me. I tell him thank you while giving him a tight hug.

“You’re welcome.” He says, well rubbing my back with one hand and cradling my head with the other. Before we break from the hug he plans a gentle kiss on the top of my head. After we both crawl in the back and slip under the blankets.

“Do you mind me asking why this place is so special?”

“Well… it’s because I lost my virginity here...” He tried to keep a stoic face before busting out laughing.

“I’m just kidding obviously!” He says before laughing once more. After our laughter died down a bit his face becomes actually serious. He draws in a deep breath to prepare himself for what he’s gonna tell me.

“In all honesty, this place has given me a lot of solace since I’ve moved here. Back home in Vegas I never really fit in much, so I learned to create my own safe space. When I moved out here this park became my new safe space. It’s also really special because I’ve never taken anyone here before. Mostly because that way I could just slip away from everything and no one would know where I’m at, but I also never found an occasion special enough to share something personal like this.” He admits while adverting his attention away from me and more onto his fingers. He fidgets with them as if he were nervous to open up like this, as much as I want to know everything tonight is not the night to push the envelope.

“I’m glad you feel that you could trust me with this. Spencer in all honesty who you seemed to be when I first met you is a complete 180 from who I know now. I love the side of you and I want to see more of it.” I say while taking his hands in mine commanding his attention. When I finish he looks up at me with those sweet puppy dog eyes. He moves his hands from mine and rests one of his palms against the side of my face. He stroked my cheek with his thumb before we start to lean in. He puts his other hand on the side of my face and snakes his fingers into my hair as my eyes flutter shut. I hate saying something cheesy like there were sparks, but that’s the only way I can describe the fire that was lit inside of both of us. He pressed his soft lips to mine and we moved in perfect synchronization as if we’ve done this a million times before. He swipes his tongue across my bottom lip asking for access. I wrap my arms around his waist in attempts to pull him and impossibly closer. As things start to heat up Spencer slows the pace and eventually pulls away entirely. After he presses his forehead to mine as we both pant. He grabs the side of my face with one of his hands once more before moving to grip my chin and presses a kiss to my forehead.

“I care about you so much. I get it’s stupid to say because this is all of a sudden, but you’ve brought so much joy into my life and I don’t want you to leave.” He confesses with his hand planted on the side of my face and his other resting on my waist.

“Trust me I don’t plan on going anywhere anytime soon.” I promise him.

“Plus splitting up would not be good for our son.” I joked trying to lighten the mood from the serious turn it took.

“Yeah, I don’t need to add child support payments to the list of bills I already pay.” He says before laughing and removing his hand from my face. We talk a bit more and get comfortable under the blankets before he grabs his laptop out of his bag and hands me the snacks I asked for. As we’re falling asleep he says just one word to me.

“Atlas.”

“Huh?” I ask him, trying to keep my eyes open long enough to finish this conversation.

“I just thought it was a cute name, for the bear I mean. In Greek mythology, Atlas was a titan that was called upon by Zeus to carry the heavens on his shoulders. It means the one who bears a heavy burden. I feel overcoming a huge burden or even carrying a burden that you don’t need to makes you strong and courageous.” I can tell that this story meant something to him. Something that I didn’t know about yet.

“It’s perfect.” I say before shutting my eyes as he grips me tighter.

By the time that the credits were rolling, we were both sound asleep in the back of his car. Our arms wrapped around each other and my head on his chest. I fell asleep to the sounds of a small breeze whistling through the trees and the soft thumping of Spencer’s heart.

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[neoistic]

what's going on with STAYs?

the hyunjin (and woojin) situation - a (very long) rant

DISCLAIMER : This post was not meant to slander Hwang Hyunjin or Stray Kids, it is intended to educate others on their problematic behaviour.

I'm gonna start at the beginning of all this. So unless you a.) live under a rock or b.) unlike the rest of us you have a life, then you have possibly heard of the idol bullying scandals. If you dont know what that is, I'll give a brief summary. A bunch of idols were being accused by former middle school or high school classmates of bullying. It started with Soojin of (G)I-dle and then the whole thing started rippling. Aisha of Everglow, Kihyun of MonstaX, Mingyu of SEVENTEEN, and many more. It's even gone as far as SA allegations. Basically everyone and their mothers were being dragged into the mess. However some of these accusation were later to be proven as false. Others have been somewhat half-true. The point is the majority of these idols end up going on a hiatus and stopped contributing in their groups activities for a while. It was a very frustrating situation. There's been apologies, addresses, fights occurring left and right. While these idols were being accused, everybody was like "let's wait for the official statement from the comany and see what is up, and then we make our decision from there. So for now lets stay our best to be neutral". That was the norm for a majority of fandoms. And then there were STAYs.

_____________________________________________________________ I think we've learned in the last five months that STAYs are anything but a normal fandom. After what has happened and the way they chose to behave entirely was embarassing. I feel like toxic STAYs really ruined the name of this fandom when the Woojin situation happened. But after Hyunjin was accused of bullying, they pretty much just shredded any redeeming qualities that fandom had left—all of it—everything went down the drain. Soon enough I feel like people are going to be embarassed to become a STAY or to mention that they're a STAY, because those motherfuckers really screwed this up If some of you're really confused right now, as to why I called STAYs toxic. It's because the base of this fandom is pretty privilege. Ok, let's start with the definition. What is pretty privilege? Pretty privilege is the principle that people who are deemed more attractive (based on societal beauty standards) have an upper hand in the world and are afforded many opportunities that us regular folks don't have. Like most other biases, pretty privilege is something we're all aware of—whether we have experienced it first-hand or not. Yet, it's not often that we are willing to admit or even talk about it, especially if we're on the receiving end of its benefits. This bias, also known as lookism, is defined as “Prejudice or discrimination on the grounds of a person's appearance” and occurs in a variety of settings such as social environments, workplaces and especially in this godforsaken fandom. Let me explain; everything that they do for the boys is simply based on looks. And how do i know that? Because when the baseless accusations that targeted woojin came out one of the things that i kept hearing over and over again was that they always thought he was 'ugly'. And that to me is very intersting because this fandom found him ugly but they didn't say anything, because he was in the same group as their faves. So they kept their mouths shut, and they acted as if they loved him they told him all the sappy bullshit. When he left they decided to pull an "Okay let's tell him how much we miss him, then dump it, and leave it there."

Consequently by cause of his so called 'wrongdoings' you're now telling people "Oh I found him ugly all along, but now I can finally admit it" which is an incredibly pathetic move. They were throwing shit everywhere based off unsubstantiated allegations. Through this I realised that everything goes down to looks. Because when this exact same thing happened to Hyunjin and his accusations, which at the time we did not know the legitimacy of it, the first thing they chose to tweet was"uhmm hyunjin is too cute to be a bully," say what now? You wanted to tell me you decide whether someone is capable of bullying based on their looks, how is that supposed work. Not everybody's heart is as beautiful as their face, I'm just saying. Like why on earth would you think that Hyunjin isn't a bully based on the fact that he's handsome but you believe the accusation about Woojin based off the fact that he is quote 'ugly'. You see the parallel difference between their behaviour towards them and that's because all they care about is looks and they will do just about anything to garner the attention of these boys. Yes, you're right, the reason behind their doings is because they know pefectly well that Stray Kids read their comment. Their defending them because they are desperately wanting their faves to pay attention to them. And they think by letting Hyunjin get away with everything, he would thank them for it.

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Exhibit B; When the posts against Woojin came out the very first thing they told us was that, you have to believe the victim no matter what. It got to the point where even when we tried to reason with them about how there was no solid evidence, all they said was how they would rather believe a possible liar then a possible r4pist. ikr, oh. my. gosh. However when it's Hyunjin's turn to get blamed, believing the victim doesn't matter anymore. The actuality that people were already putting a judgement on the victim, and refusing to hear them out is just shocking to me.

The energy was completely different, for some crazy reason it didn't matter when it came to Hyunjin. When it came to Woojin we had to believe the victim because it's so damn important, and it got to the point that people were saying they believed Stray Kids that he 'bullied' them. Although Stray Kids didn't say anything, they never said a peep, a word, nothing. Everyone kept saying I believe Felix saying #8, i believe Chan and his vlive, are you for real? First of all what is Felix supposed to say then?? The group has 8 members not nine, is he supposed to put #9 in? #13? #24?? And with Chan he has already clarified that his statement on vlive that time wasn't about Woojin.

Then they were diagnosing them them of depression they were victimizing the poor boys of something they were not a victim of. So not are they speaking for them, they're telling us that you believe them off what you've stuff in their mouths, not things they said themsleves. On the other hand when Hyunjin was accused of bullying no we don't believe them we believe Hyunjin. What? Do you know him personally or what? You dont! I don't know what's the matter with you people. This fandom is just a no. You guys are left with no redeeming qualities whatsoever. Then you know what it gets even worse because if you think this is bad. It's not even half of it. How does it get worse? They were people saying that "It's bullying, its normal everybody does it," I don't know what universe you live in, but where I live down here, on earth bullying isn't something that everybody comes around and do. It's not a phase in life. "From ages 15-20 you're a bully" That doesn't happen it's not a chapter in life that everyone goes through like puberty, that's not what happens with bullying. You dont just wake up and go through a phase in you life that is inevitable, that you have to be a bully and a jerk to everybody, that's not a thing. You can't just sit here and justify bullying. Because how are you supposed to sit here and say that bullying is normal and that everybody does but when Woojin does it... You see where I'm going with this right? They said it wasn't okay for Woojin to bully Stray Kids and that he is a horrible person "how could he?" But then you bend over and said "Bullying is okay because Hyunjin is the one doing it" When he is on the receiving end it wasn't okay, though when he was the one administering it was completely fine and forgivable.

Do you not see how problematic you're being right now? You're justifying bullying because you think he's pretty? Are you playing with me? I read his statement and he apologized for his immature and insensitive demeanor, even he wasn't justifying it. the reason behind me mentioning this is because even JYP themselves specified that they would do a better job at picking trainees. That alone says something. They forthrightly threw him under the bus. Why would they do something like that? Because the allegations were true. Here's the thing, Hyunjin has not admitted to bullying anybody, what he has admitted to was being immature and hurting people with the way he spoke. That statement felt like he was beating around the bush about a lot of things. It's like "ok i hurt someone, I can't justify it, therefore I'm sorry" Okay but did u bully anybody? yes or no? That wasn't clarified. You guys can decide for your selves, but this was Hyunjin's and his former teacher's statement.

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The message I'm trying to get accross from all this is that Stray Kids have way more power over you than you realized, and that is definitely not okay. To the point where you are throwing your morals away, just to defend them. You know what? no idol should have influence over you like that. I don't care how good looking, how hot, how sweet, how talented they are. I don't care if they grew up with a single mother and a story so sad it will make Simon Cowell cry. I don't care how many time they have supported the lgbtq+ community. I don't give a damn about how adorable they act on camera with their members. You can not validate immoral actions whatsoever. And no, you absolutely can not sit here being a desperate, self-absorbed, pick-me, dusty girl for a man who doesn't even know you.

Exhibit C; Before we end this I want to clarify something. STAYs did not became toxic because of the Woojin fiasco, this fandom always was toxic, and the Woojin situation simply revealed that. The facts are that they were always toxic, they were always messed up, they were always fake. The wreckage with Woojin showed us their true colors. That is the reality, my friends. As of now this fandom is directly taking the crown for trashiest fandom alive in kpop. At this degree I honestly don't know what else to say. I have no respect left for them. I do though want to say that I am genuinely sorry to all the kind STAYs, I'm sorry that you have to deal with this. Because in the near future I don't see this issue going away. Since Stray Kids is becoming more and more popular and it's never going to stop they're going to keep getting bigger and bigger, the story will just become more aparent. Thank you for listening to my long rant. And at the end of the day all I can say to STAYs is good luck, cause you'll need it.

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anywho stream Still Dream

Sources:

https://www.myimperfectlife.com/features/pretty-privilege

https://www.koreaboo.com/series/stray-kids-hyunjin-bullying-allegation/

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[yuvon-writes-letters]

Hey guys :)

Maybe I'm going chronological for one time, so I can sort my thoughts easier.

Yeah, Goldie's much mire active than I would've thought, too. But they did all those things to keep me alive and kind of save, since we still don't know who they are exactly working against. (I mean, we don't know who Goldie exactly is either, but you get my point)

Honestly, I am pretty sure the TSB timeline is continuing, at least if my theory that Goldie just set me back in an alternate timeline is true. In this case I feel sorry for TSB, though..Extremely sorry. He still was 'my' Jake back then, even though he acted weird in the end (maybe was manipulated by entities). I mean, if what he wrote was true he went with authorities. And in the end..this could've been his downfall.

And yeah, maybe I'm not exactly safe, but I just have to go back. If I go, and if I lose my job, I have some things to sort out. And Jake luckily agreed with me that clearing up my desk isn't the worst thing I can do before leaving. We're still thinking about a location, which I could luckily deside myself. Max agreed on that. Even though he still has some doubts. (I mean, of course...His cousin opened the door with bruises all over her face.) He did promise to not ask any questions until I feel ready, though. That gives myself and Jake some time to figure that out.

And also, Jake is right! We have three Jakes and three smart people. YUVON. And of course Goldie, like you said Yu :) And some information about the previous timeline. (And that was it with being chronological)

So yeah, like I said, Max and I'll go. And I also think we can be pretty certain now that the message came from Goldie not the MWAF (which is relieving). I saw the messages and they didn't make Jake the bad guy. I honestly just don't think I can quote them yet. (They're too good, but I probably start daydreaming if I do) But they talk about Jake being an important part of my life and my heart and Max protecting me when he cannot. My dear cousin jumped to conclusions when he saw my bruised face. About Max' phone...I'll probably throw it in a river or something if he brings it with him. I told him not to, also because of Jake (he's not only worried about the MWAF apparently...He didn't exactly say it out loud, but I think it's pretty obvious) but he loves this device.

And I emphasize with you about the being kidnapped thing, you'll manage it, I know it :) And if I need to jump dimensions and box some sense into your Crow-Crew xD

No but for real, you can do that. I know it :)

Jake, find a good point in time to talk to her. But do it :)

Otherwise, I still think the 'underlying desire' theory is a possibility! But, like always in the moment, we could be wrong.

As for my stasis, I really do not wish to talk to more people who think I've been kidnapped. And I am a bit scared that could somehow lead to either them or me being in more danger again. But for now we have to wait.

I for now will pack some important things and paper & pens xD I don't want to leave y'all behind :P

Liska🐾🔥

[A screenshot is glued to the back of the letter and the quick sentence "Jake wants to talk to Jake" is written above]

Hello Jake, it is a pleasure to meet you. I am not quite sure in which way Liska will handle giving you my message, but she promised me to not read it for now.

I don't know whether she told you before or not, but as far as I am concerned she realised I am not only worried about the MWAF chasing her.

With me breaking out of this stasis I am sure that my followers aren't that far behind. And I know you can't do anything from where you are, but cross checking way to protect her doesn't seem to bad to me. Especially since we are similar but still fairly different from each other. At least it seems like that from what I have read.

For my part, I recently improved and updated Nym-OS which allows me access to Liskas whereabouts. If Yuvon should read this, she knows and agrees to it.

Still I am yet stuck on one little detail: I am trying to help Nym-OS in counterattacking. So, even though I am sure you already knoe this yourself, Nym-OS gets the ability to access location of the people attacking Liskas phone. I am almost done with that, so we are able to see a bit easier if and where people are that could be a danger.

Do you have any other ideas for ways I could help? Or even improve what I am doing momentarily. I wouldn't normally ask this since I know and trust my skills, but I think that this is fairly different from a 'normal situation'.

~ Jake

Lis,

Um. I don't know if you've seen the newest person to send in a letter, but we now have an issue.

Jessy, if you're reading this, I was sort of trying to avoid talking about this right away but I'm sort of trapped in a weird place, and Jake's here too because I'm a dumbass. I did not, so you know, let him read your letter or my reply. I figured you wouldn't want that. Sorry for dancing around the issue earlier :/ But at least you can get a good sample of the complete insanity we go through on the regular now!

Yeah... you're getting thrown into the deep end right now, aren't you. Sorry. There's no way to ease into this. You should probably either stop reading these entirely or start reading the letters from the beginning, so this will all at least make some sense. The first letter should start with the words "To whoever reads this," just so you know you get the right one.

Back to you, Lis. Yeah, I feel pretty bad for TSB Jake too. I honestly can't imagine being in his position right now.

Alright. So, you can choose the place. Great! There's way less chance of you being caught that way...

Tragedies just seem to be happening to all us Duskwood detectives, recently, don't they? Rai is chronically overworked and barely has time to sleep, I'm stuck in this hellhole and I've been forgotten by most everyone, you were shot, and poor Matt died and... well.

I never knew him, but I feel really bad for him :(

You could give Max half the truth. Tell him you have a stalker, and he's starting to get physical. Jake has been trying to help you get away from the asshole. It's not even a lie, just... not the full truth. Because. You know. The whole truth is completely fucking insane.

Writing to Jessy just put into perspective how insane everything is, I think. Gimme a sec.

Oh, fuck. My Jessy just texted me. Great timing.

Jeez that whole thing with me leaving myself out was just a joke XD If I knew you and Jake would take it so seriously, I'd never have said anything. I'll steer clear from now on.

Yeah, okay, definitely Goldie. That makes way more sense. I don't think you have to be quite so drastic as destroying the phone. Just get him to leave it at home for the trip.

Ahaha, thanks. I don't think that's necessary, though. Actually, seeing future!Jessy's perspective has caused a bit of a paradigm shift. I think I might need to reconsider what all to tell and not to tell the Crow Crew. I just sort of default to keeping things secret, now, but you've seen how well that worked for me with you and Rai, and with Jake.

Again, you probably should wait for them to contact you first, but you WILL need to talk to them when that happens. What you say to them and what you don't is up to you.

Pack a couple different pens XD We're all a bit long-winded.

That's all from me :)

(The handwriting changes to Jake's.) Hallo, Lis.

Yuvon refuses to tell me what precisely she means about Jessica. Was she somehow contacted by an alternate version of Jessica? If so, how?

I am glad it was Goldie who contacted Max. Yuvon's suggestion for an excuse seems a good one, as there are far less things to remember that way. You simply need to oversimplify everything.

I do not, unfortunately, entirely believe that Yuvon was joking when she made that comment, based on previous comments and her ongoing guilt. I can't understand sometimes why she feels the need to lie so much. It is difficult for me to read people, much less her.

I will speak to her eventually. Early tomorrow, perhaps, if nothing else rears its head. Yuvon looks tired, and I am also admittedly not at my peak. I sincerely hope she does not wake up as early as she does every single day. It may get somewhat taxing, what with the lack of coffee here.

I think that is all from me to you, Lis. If you would kindly find a way to send the next section to my counterpart without looking at it, it would be greatly appreciated.

Thank you :)

—Jake and Yuvon

Jake,

It is a pleasure to meet you as well, despite the unusual circumstances.

That our pursuers may be freed from the stasis is a logical conclusion. Seeing as the last known location I had on them in my universe was approximately five hundred miles from Duskwood, they will likely be some of the first to free themselves from the stasis. I do not believe I need to warn you that time is of the essence.

It seems as if I am a small distance ahead of you in the development of countermeasures, perhaps because I have had more linear time to develop them. If you are where I think you are at in the development, you likely have or will soon hit a bug you cannot pin down that makes the pinpointing mechanism simply refuse to work at all. Presuming your and my version of NYM-0S are similar enough, the issue should lie in the public bool set in line 132 of the third part of the targeting script, the script that decides what constitutes a target; you have it defaulted to "false" where it should default to "true".

As for additional countermeasures: I was attempting to work on a rudimentary automated system of pattern detection when I was brought here. Essentially, its function would be such that it would be able to triangulate using the locator features already installed to find a rough estimate of where their headquarters might be. However, I have not found any way thus far to eliminate outliers, and as such the feature is currently next to useless. I am no longer able to work on the code, but perhaps you will have more luck than I did.

That is all I can think of for the moment on that subject. However, I have an odd theory on what may be part of the reason we vary so. If you have a moment to spare, please answer me this:

When I was very young, back when Mother was still around, she took me to a doctor for odd behaviors. This included not looking people in the eyes, but there was a list. I was given a diagnosis; if you had the same experience, you should likely know which one.

Did you have this experience? If so, please prove it by stating what the diagnosis was.

Do not worry if you do not know what I am talking about; I would rather you did not guess. Simply state that you don't know. It will confirm my theory.

Good luck with your pursuers.

—Jake

(The letter tucks itself in the paper clip with the others.)

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