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chrollohearttags · 1 month
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it's ☃️ here again and I have more questions but reverb edition bc I love how 3 dimensional the characters are...
1. Now what is rapper!connie's true IDEALL type (if he actually has one). like he's immediately folding and falling to his knees because she's everything he wants type shit.
2. Do any of the pole assassins ladies swing the other way perchance...? IDK if you mentioned this but i'm getting a vibe...perchance.
3. What are mika and jean's favorite things about one another?
4. How would eren react to being posted on the shaderoom and having them get in his business? I recently saw a video of summer walker flipping the shaderoom off and I screamed 😭😭
5. IDK if you didn't go into detail but is sasha an influencer here as well or an artist?
6. Does eren like any other forms of art besides music/writing in this universe? I don't feel EJ is the type to like go walk a museum (or maybe he is) but I feel he definitely holds some appreciation for like visual arts yk??
7. Is influencer!y/n any good at games? I remember you mentioning him being a gamer and I had the idea of him teaching her to play madden or COD or some shit and her being sooo bad to the point where he gets a little upset bc no way you're this bad at the game.
once again that is all the questions my brain has come up with, until next time *fades off into background*
hello again, snowanon!! 🤍 I swear you always come with the best asks. I’m actually working on reverb right now so thanks for this! (sorry these took so long btw!)
1. now Connie isn’t the type of dude to discriminate when it comes to the ladies. He loves them all but he will undoubtedly fall in love (and maybe propose on the spot) for a tall women or BBW. he loves him a girl who’s taller than him or a plus size lady. I’d say his range is anywhere from Meg to Lizzo. But he really just a loves a woman who can make him laugh. Somebody he can clown with.
2. Yes 3/5 do in fact! 😭 our girl (y/n) is bisexual. Eren is honestly the only man she loves. Niesha is pansexual + Syrai is lesbian. Kelley and Brianne have only ever dated men but they’re not against the idea of being with a woman!
3. omg I literally love these two so much and I hadn’t had a chance to elaborate yet but Jean and Mika are each other’s saving graces, dramatic as it sounds. Jean helped Mika stand up for herself when she felt powerless and she helped him realize his dream and that he was worth more than being on the sidelines. I think Jean’s favorite thing about Mika is her determination and how smart she is. If she wants something done, nothing can stop her. She’s headstrong but she’s soft in the same turn. Not in a weak way or that she wants to be babied but she’s so compassionate and emotional about the things + people she loves. As for Mika, she loves how much of a natural leader Jean is. He’s dominating but in the best way possible. He knows she can handle her own business but she doesn’t have to when he’s around. She can be comfortable in her feminine energy without feeling weak. All in all, they just compliment one another so well!
4. LMAO! the day Eren ever ends up on the ShadeRoom, everybody’s getting their feelings hurt. 😭 what makes it so bad is that it would probably be for some dumb shit, like them trying to messy about he and (y/n)’s relationship and now he gotta cuss everybody and their family dog out :(
5. so the next few chapters are going to feature Sasha heavily but my baby is actually Mikasa’s assistant for the time being. Her ultimate goal is to do music, more so as like a country hip-hop artist. She’s basically mentoring under her and Jean both.
6. Eren does have a great appreciation for other art forms. He has a few unique and expensive paintings in his home and he himself loves to draw. Many of his tattoo pieces are artworks of his. He also enjoys stage plays, shockingly! (he’s really a theater kid cosplaying as a delinquent, don’t let him fool you 😭😭) but he enjoys reading from time to time as well.
7. okay listen! my sis be giving it her all to beat this man LMAO. Eren is so damn competitive that he can’t just play shit for fun, he makes everyone want to fight him. But the one game he does NAWT want to see her in is Tekken. That’s been her favorite series since she was a kid and she gives him the work every single time.
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the-writer-nerd-ro · 3 years
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Big Red's name is probably Noah since he's Big Red the Third and his grandfather's name was Noah (nicknames get passed down with the real name so he'd be Noah the Third called Big Red the Third).
That's just speculation it could be his maternal grandfather.
But like
I hope we get real names for some people this season
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sailorsophiee · 3 years
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the relationship dynamics this episode! not you and zack miss jenn! but the ones in our main theater group! and how they all focus on different parts or tropes of a relationship
nina and richard
i personally think nina being on her own and then that talk with miss. jenn during the snow storm is why she’s become more independent. i can’t remember if they’re sophomores???? but now, at least where i’m from is where they start drilling it into your head that you have a future to think of, it’s time to start being independent and finding what you want to do! and that’s exactly what nina has done for herself, and she loves it! she’s starting to realize not every minute of every day needs to be spent with ricky, or the fact that she needs to do certain things to make him happy (pineapple pizza fiasco) that is great and the love the slow decline of their relationship, cause i could never stand them as a couple. ricky…now i’m not gonna give him a lot of flack (even though i can’t stand him as a character) cause he is struggling right now with so many different variables, but the one thing that is the same (or was) is his relationship with nina! everything has already changed so much between the two of them, and he’s begging for that one thing to stay normal. though i can completely understand that want in life, that doesn’t give him an excuse to be a complete dick half the time as thats (as we can see) tearing them apart faster. (he’s also not that big on communication, unless it’s not with nina) so i saw this tweet and i think it’s really important to hear, as i relate too it a lil too much ricky will always love nini, and nini will always love ricky but it’s okay if they fall out of love and end up with someone else. if i had to give rini a trope, i wouldn’t because i don’t think they really fit into any of them (not even the sad ones) the relationship stage, the last part of falling out of love. if we get anything from this breakup that dear god i hope happens, both should be single!
ashlynn and big red
i love these two with my whole heart, because them and seblos have just been great! especially with communication! them fighting in the latest episode well, it broke my heart. i know i previously said antoine had done nothing wrong! but he has, with hitting on ashlynn (even after she said she was with big red) and then making fun of big red! #notcool! for them, i think this is more on big red’s side, i don’t know if he heard the conversation between the two, but it seems like he did after being compared to every “conventually attractive male” in the show. that would hurt! that would hurt anyone who’s ever has had to deal with self esteem! ashlynn sees this, and even feels sorry for her poor choice of words at the end and does want to talk to him! big red is now trapped in that hole think ashlynn wants something more, which is clear she doesn’t! so looking at the promo it does seem big red wants to just forget it ever happened while ashlynn bringing it up hurts! no trope once more, but i had to be a stage of a relationship, probably, this is one of our first conflicts (they had the one at valentines, but you get it) and i do want to talk but i’m scared. they’ll be okay :)
gina and ej are
after some critical thinking i think i still ship these two in theory, like a au type of thing like they bump into each other in the future when they’re both in college! so yeah! besties for now, lovers in the future! on their relationship, this episode (they’re here cause let’s be real probs is gonna happen, with the current set up) i like that if they were to ever really get in a relationship they’d seem like one with good communication and the one where it just feels like a friendship but with cuddling and kissing. we don’t get much of them but from what we do see, these do clearly trust and find comfort in each other. honest to god last season when we got wonderstudies i really just said “i love a good theater friendship” i didn’t expect a full blown possible relationship. i think in contrast to everyone, because they have this friendship right now with a great bond and #communicationskills something that so many people in this show lack! y’all i can’t stress how important it is!! trope! for them! two! best friends to eventual lovers in ze future and right person, wrong time (in the sense they’d get together in the future
sebbie and carlos
disney said “that’s enough representation for today” after the quinceañero episode. our power couple has once again been put in the background (for the most part, i just don’t expect any major plot lines for them) because we never get much with them (unfortunately) i have no choice but to say perfect
if there are any takeaways from this is definitely just communication (though i know it can be difficult for teenagers, but still very important to at least try) :D this took me like three hours for the sole reason after coming back from work i passed out.
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scrollypoly · 4 years
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EJ but make it ✨angst✨ I want trauma! I want drama! And then... there is resolve
This could be a soap opera fr tho
The most dramatic ej blurb I will probably ever write
The moonlight filtered through the window in beams of silver and glittery white, cascading on the floor just behind your feet. You are youthful, a handsome face gently cupped between two strong yet gloved hands. Your lover stands before you, a pleading look in his eyeless gaze.
"My love!" You exclaim, but quietly, since you two are not to meet, "we could run away! Far from this dreaded place! My betrothed, I do not love him; I do not want him," you gently take his hands from your face and fall into his embrace, clutching the front of his hoodie with longing, "my only wish . . ." You gaze up to his face, brightened with hope, "is that I may spend the rest of my years with you."
"Oh my sweet," his voice is low and sonorous as he gently takes your waist and dips you into the moonlight, face illuminated in the silvery light, "i would give my everything to be with you!" His hand flies up to his forehead as he winces, "but . . . These animalistic needs . . . I cannot control them." He looks down at you with pain in his sockets. "I do not want to devour you."
Your heart melts at his gentle gaze, and you tenderly trace his jaw with the back of your fingertips. "My love," you start, with weight in your voice, "you have already devoured my heart."
A chorus of angels fills the room as a single inky tear slides down his chiseled face, and he brings you up to his face and captures your lips passionately. Rose petals drift around the two of you from an unknown source, but you both are too moved by your unconditional love for each other to notice.
Suddenly, the door slams open. You part from him and gasp, eyes wide, as your fiance storms into the room. "I knew it!" He points a long slender finger at the two of you accusingly. "I knew you were seeing someone else!"
"Slender!" You counter, untangling yourself from Jack's embrace, "it's not what it looks like!"
"Don't lie to me you wench!" You gasp at the audacity of him, his facelessness twisted in betrayal and pain. A single tear slides down his pallor, from where you don't know, as he had no eyes to gaze in. Neither did Jack, but-
"Stop thinking about him!!" He commands at you suddenly, and you wail.
Jack comes up from behind you, "Do not shout at them! They are just following their heart!"
"Their heart," Slender sneers at the two of you lovebirds. "How dare you follow your heart after you break mine!" He pulls a gun from behind his back and aims. "If I can't have you, no one can!!"
"No!"
BANG!!
Air left your lungs as your eyes fluttered shut; your hand dances over your chest for the wound, but nothing is there. Distraught, you look up to see Jack, standing in front of you. You gasp. He falls.
"No!" You wail, collapsing at his side. The front of his hoodie is covered in a thick blackness. "Don't die on me Jack, please!"
He gives a single, weak cough. "My . . . My darling . . ." 
Your hands flutter down to his, "Yes, what is it?" Pain lacing your voice.
"I," he coughs then, a small amount of black blood bubbling up and you whimper, "I will always love you . . ."
He dies in your arms.
"Nooooooooooooooooo!!!"
@crispycreep69
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plutotown · 4 years
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Can I Have This Dance? — Ricky Bowen
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Summary: You and Ricky’s homecoming dance doesn’t go as expected when you get stood up by your date.
Ship: Ricky Bowen x Reader (can apply to female or male)
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1.79k
Tags (aka people who I think would like it): @ppkrtingle @bocauhl @hunnybears @harrysbowen @chaoticgoodisa @iridescentkippen
Author’s Note: I guess I’m like the queen of Ricky imagines now lmao
(I do not own the Ricky gif used, but the gif below was made by me)
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Despite all the chaos going on from the EJ/Nini/Ricky love triangle and the musical, there was one thing you could look forward to that maybe won’t be so chaotic, and that was homecoming.
You see, you, Big Red, and Ricky would go together every year, but this year was different. Why? Because you had a date to the dance.
Yes, for the first time in your life you had a date to a date, and it wasn’t a platonic one, well, you hoped. Of course Ricky has done the whole date thing before, but this was his first time going solo since the break up, and of course you weren’t going solo at a time like this.
It was a shock to everyone when you announced at lunch that you had gotten a date to the dance. It was definitely unexpected for both you and your friends, but you could care less because you were over the moon.
He was tall, smart, handsome, everything you could’ve dreamed of. It honestly seemed way too good to be true, and your friends had their concerns.
Of course you didn’t take those concerns seriously. You were way too happy and excited to actually have a date and not be the loner, so you basically had everyone scared more than watching IT for the first time.
Flash forward to the dance, and you had been waiting for about an hour for your date to show up, and at this point it seemed to be a no-show.
Everyone wanted to tell you “I told you so”, but they didn’t for the sake of hurting your feelings even more. So you sat at a table, resting your head in your hand as you watched everyone else have fun. Some homecoming, right?
At one point, Ricky walked up to you and sat next to you, and in the moment you were too grumpy and upset to talk, so Ricky did everything he could to get you to speak.
“Hey.” Ricky whispered. You looked at him and raised an eyebrow, still not saying a word.
“EJ sucks major dick.” He whispered again, which caused you to laugh almost instantly. “I knew that would work.”
“Whatever. Here to witness the pity party?” You asked sarcastically, rolling your eyes.
“Of course not. But don’t worry, I throw plenty of those.” Ricky joked.
You let out a sigh, looking at the entrance, praying your date would show up still, but you had to give up hope. “I knew I should’ve listened to you guys.”
“Hey, hey, don’t hate yourself over it. Shit happens, Y/N.” He said, placing his hand on your shoulder and squeezing it a bit. The moment his hand touched you it felt kind of weird and put butterflies in your stomach, but you ignored the feeling, as your sadness over being stood up overpowered it.
“I’ll try.” You frowned. “No promises though.”
•••
Time flew fast as you and Ricky talked, still sitting at the same table. Every now and then someone would walk up to you guys or sit down and talk for a bit, but it was mostly just the two of you, and you definitely didn’t mind.
Ricky contemplated asking for a dance with you, and after thinking it though for a solid thirty minutes, he just went for it and asked.
“Do you wanna, uhm, dance?” Ricky asked, his foot violently tapping on the floor out of nervousness. Good thing you couldn’t see that, because it was kind of scary.
“Why not?” You replied with no hesitation. Ricky took this as a shock, but he wasn’t complaining.
Ricky then stood up and extended his hand, and you grabbed it gladly. You two hit the dance floor, dancing to Born to Be Brave, which was one of your favorite songs. At one point Carlos, one of your classmates, got lifted up by a bunch of students as if it were a concert. It was truly a sight to see.
You and Ricky jumped around like a bunch of idiots to the music, laughing so much your stomach hurt. It was feeling you never wanted to get rid of that’s for sure.
“Hey! Watch this” Ricky yelled over the music. You then watched Ricky attempt a backflip, and he shockingly succeeded. You were no doubt scared that he would fall, so you urged that he never do that again, especially on a hard floor.
The song ended, and once it was over a slow song began playing, resulting in you and Ricky to stand awkwardly, having no idea what to do next.
You looked around and watched everyone couple up and begin dancing, then you turned to Ricky, and you both looked at each for for a few moments, not sure what to do next.
“Can I have this dance?” He asked awkwardly, and you nodded in response.
No more words were said as you and Ricky awkwardly attempted to interlock hands and get in the slow dancing position. Ricky hesitantly placed a hand on your waist, his other hand interlock with yours. You had your free hand on his shoulder, and you both struggled to lock eyes.
“I guess we, um-”
“Yeah, uh-”
The music played, and it took you a moment to sway to the music. This wasn’t exactly how you imagined your homecoming, but it probably could’ve been worse.
“We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January. This is our place, we make the rules. And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear. Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years?”
You rest your head against Ricky’s chest, closing your eyes, letting the music guide you. His heart was beater ten times faster than usual, which you noticed, but assumed it was the nerves of slow dancing.
It felt odd to you, but you felt comfortable around Ricky like this. Sure, at first you were a nervous and awkward wreck, but after some getting used to, it felt nice. More than nice actually.
“Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever? And ah, take me out, and take me home. You're my, my, my, my lover...”
Once that song ended, you snapped backed to reality and quickly let go of Ricky, taking a step back as well. How could you be just friends after that?
Usually after the slow song, the dance ends not long after, and this was no different. You weren’t sure what to do now, the same with Ricky.
“I’ll give you a ride home?” Ricky proposed. You really couldn’t say no, since your parents dropped you off and you weren’t able to pick you up, so you had no choice but to say yes.
“Uhm, yeah, thanks.” You answer, then go to grab your belongings and leave. How bad could this car ride go? No one could predict.
•••
The car ride consisted of nothing but silence. Neither of you attempted to say a single word, so you let the quietness haunt your thoughts.
Do I like Ricky?
Do I like Y/N?
Funny how you two thought the same thing. You never imagined liking each other in a way like that, but it made sense. Knowing each other for so long, being able to talk to each other about anything, etc. The cherry on top would be becoming a couple, but you both struggled to come to terms with that.
Once Ricky pulled up outside of your house, you wondered whether you should thank him or not. It’s not like he’s never given you rides before him, but you felt the need to on a night like this. You felt the need to say something after the moment you guys had.
“Thanks for the ride.” You said awkwardly, twiddling your thumbs as you spoke.
“It’s never a problem.” He responded, putting on a reassuring smile.
“Um.” You mumbled as you leaned over to Ricky. He thought that you were going to kiss him on the lips, but he fooled himself since you only kissed him on the cheek.
“Goodnight.” As you went to open the car door, Ricky quickly stopped you. He had to tell you. He knew this wasn’t going away. “Wait!”
“Hm?” You turned around. Ricky’s eyes were wide, and his mouth gaped a tiny bit as if he wasn’t sure how to get the words out of his mouth, which was actually the case.
“When we were dancing...” Ricky paused. “I, um, I felt something that I never felt with Nini.”
Yikes. Way to bring up her at a moment like this. “Sorry, but it’s true.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” You raised an eyebrow.”
“I think I’m falling for you.” He blurted. That’s definitely a way to put.
“I...” You couldn’t even form a proper response. Falling for you? One of his closest friends? Possibly even his best friend? Wait, no. That’s Big Red’s spot. Anyway, you had no idea what to say, but you couldn’t say nothing.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-”
You interrupted Ricky’s words by quickly pecking him on the lips, leaving him in a shock. Don’t worry, you were definitely shocked too since you just kissed someone who was “just a friend”, but was Ricky really just a friend now?
Ricky's eyes widened at the moment, and he blinked a few times, not sure how to process that. "You... you kissed me."
“Um, yeah, I did.” You said, leaning against the car seat, afraid to get up.
“Is this what I think it means?” He questioned.
“What?”
“Do you like me?”
“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t.” You crossed your arms. Out of all moments, you choose to be defensive now. Get a grip!
“Y/N-”
“Okay!” You huffed. “Maybe I do feel some way for you...”
“Maybe?” Ricky raised an eyebrow. You definitely weren’t getting anywhere with all the maybe’s, but you were nervous as hell! You had never had such strong feelings so quickly before, and it scared the shit out of you.
“I’ve never been able to properly express my feelings.” You admit. “And I’ve never felt this way before either.”
“This way meaning liking me?” He asked, and you nodded. “Good.”
“Wha-” Ricky leaned and smashed his lips against yours, and you kissed back after a few moments of being surprised.
As he pulled away, you took a deep breath, struggling to process all of that. You never imagined this happening, but it was amazing regardless.
“Does this mean...?” You began to ask, then he finished your sentence. “We’re a thing?”
“Well?”
“We can see tomorrow night if you want.” Ricky offers, and you take up on his offer without hesitation. “Why not?”
“Perfect.” He grinned.
“Goodnight, Ricky.” You said.
“Goodnight, Y/N.”
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billiejs · 4 years
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RJ + "this person wont take no for an answer, will you pretend to be my bf to get her to leave me alone? wait you're actually super cute and awesome and I dont want to stop talking to you?"
Hi anon! Thank you for this prompt ❤️ I’ve changed it up a little but I hope you still like it. 
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Ricky doesn’t love parties. The dim lights and loud music are fun enough, but he usually ends up with a feeling of suffocation heaving down on his chest, and if he stands in the middle of the crowd for too long he starts thinking about how none of this is real, life is nothing but a series of well-crafted lies humans tell each other to pass the time before the remember they have to die, and he’s surrounded by people, yes, but he’s alone and lonely and he’s probably had too much to drink anyway.
And that’s why he’s retreated in a quiet corner near the audio system in Ashlyn’s basement, scrolling through the phone that’s connected to the speakers and occasionally sneaking in one or two songs he likes. He’s nursing a beer and debating whether Do I wanna know by Arctic Monkeys would be acceptable after the remix of Justin Bieber’s last single, when his phone buzzes in the pocket of his shorts and he fishes it out, squinting at the screen that’s a little too bright. He reads the message twice, because the first times he thinks he’s hallucinating. 
From EJ Caswell: Bowen (11:43 PM) From EJ Caswell: I need your help (11:43 PM)
Ricky instinctively looks around the room, bewildered: it doesn’t take long to find EJ near the drinks table, cornered by a pretty blonde girl he vaguely recognizes from a History class. EJ’s got his phone in his hand and he can’t help but notice that despite the charming smile he’s plastered on his face, his eyes look like those of a trapped animal.
To EJ Caswell: Why?? (11:44 PM) From EJ Caswell: She won’t leave me alone (11:45 PM) From EJ Caswell: I have tried everything (11:45 PM) From EJ Caswell: Even texting in front of her doesn’t bother her (11:46 PM) To EJ Caswell: Ok…? (11:47 PM)
Ricky’s not sure what to make of this situation. He knows EJ isn’t as much of a player as people like to paint him, but still, the girl (Ginevra? Juliet? Georgie? Ricky has no clue) looks pretty cute and, from what he can grasp, extremely into EJ. Probably it’s the shirt he’s wearing tonight, with sleeves rolled up to his elbows that highlight every jolt of the toned muscles in his forearms. 
Ricky’s phone buzzes again and he almost spits the sip of beer he’d just taken.
From EJ Caswell: Come over here and pretend you’re my boyfriend (11:48 PM) To EJ Caswell: What?? (11:48 PM) To EJ Caswell: No! (11:48 PM) From EJ Caswell: Please, Ricky (11:49 PM) From EJ Caswell: I can’t stand her (11:49 PM) To EJ Caswell: Tell her that then! (11:49 PM) From EJ Caswell: That would be rude (11:49 PM) From EJ Caswell: I don’t want her to think I’m rude (11:49 PM) To EJ Caswell: Jesus, EJ (11:50 PM) From EJ Caswell: So are you coming? (11:50 PM) To EJ Caswell: NO! (11:50 PM) From EJ Caswell: Come onnnnn (11:50 PM) To EJ Caswell: I can’t pretend to be your boyfriend! (11:51 PM) From EJ Caswell: You can pretend to be a candelabra with the power of speech who lives in a magic castle every other day but you can’t pretend to be my boyfriend? (11:52 PM) From EJ Caswell: Your acting skills must be pretty fucked up (11:52 PM)
Ricky tries not to smile at the last two texts, he does. But he fails, and finds himself with a stupid grin and a warm, tight knot in his stomach. He downs what’s left of his beer and jumps on his feet before he can second guess it.
The heat in his stomach intensifies when he approaches EJ and he looks up at him with such relief that Ricky feels like he’s the last parking spot in the shade on a scorching summer day.
“Hey babe!” Ricky exclaims, slinging an arm around EJ’s neck “Here you are!” 
“Hey.” EJ bats his eyes and they stare at each other. Ricky realizes he has absolutely no plan, so he turns to Blondie.
“Hi,” he says with a smile that shows his teeth “I’m his boyfriend.” 
EJ’s body shakes a little and Ricky racks his brain to find something for his arms to do. He tries to remember what he would have done with Nini and lets the arm on EJ’s shoulders drop, wrapping it around his waist instead. It’s toned and solid and nothing like Nini’s.
“Oh,” the girl looks thunderstruck. “I didn’t know…” 
“Yeah, we try not to make a show,” Ricky rants, and he’s pretty sure EJ’s constipated face means he’s trying not to laugh. “You know, it’d be a little weird for the musical if word got round that Beast and Lumiere are dating.”
“Oh, sure,” the girl nods, but Ricky’s sure she’d rather incinerate him on the spot. It makes him feel powerful and evil, like a Disney villain. Maybe that’s also what possesses him to turn to EJ and smack a kiss on his cheek. His skin is smooth and smells like expensive aftershave, and it’s inebriating. 
Mystery Blonde takes her cue and dismisses herself; Ricky mourns a little when he lets his arm fall from EJ’s waist.
“So much for not wanting to pretend, eh?” EJ teases, but his smile is soft and genuine. 
“I don’t want to hear another word against my acting skills.” Ricky replies, and doesn’t ask himself how much of that was acting. 
“If roles had been reversed, I would have gotten rid of her in half the time it took you.” EJ says, and his eyes definitely linger somewhere between Ricky’s nose and chin.
“If the roles had been reversed, I would have let her down easy by myself,” Ricky raises his eyebrows “And I believe the word you’re looking for here is thank you.”
EJ pretends to think it over. 
“I’ll get you a drink to repay you,” he offers, moving over to the table and quickly mixing up what tastes like a vodka lemon with way too much vodka. Ricky coughs. 
“A free drink at your cousin’s house,” he sputters. “You’re really going out of your way to woo me, Caswell.”
“Are you saying I’m being a bad boyfriend?” EJ sounds way more indignant than he should, and maybe it’s the vodka erasing any sign of common sense Ricky might have had, but he snickers.
“I’m about to break up with you.” He says, munching on the straw of his drink. Once again, EJ’s eyes follow the motion of his lips a little too closely.
“I can’t accept that.” EJ fishes out his phone once again and taps quickly. “There. Reservation for two, tomorrow night, at Salt Lake’s fanciest Chipotle.”
Ricky laughs so hard he ends up resting his head on EJ’s shoulder. 
“I love Mexican food.” He says. 
“Great,” EJ winks exaggeratedly “Then it’s a date.”
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chameleonwritess · 4 years
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Make it up to you
Pairing: Seb Matthew-Smith/Carlos
Summary: “Can I make it up to you? We could, um, go for coffee at Starbucks or- or whatever you want, really,” he finished, hoping his cheeks weren’t as red as they felt. He’d asked Carlos out. Officially.
“You mean, like, on a date?” Carlos asked, his voice breaking a little. Seb bit his lip and nodded.
“If that’s okay, then yeah,” he confirmed, watching Carlos’s face for a reaction.
Carlos beamed at him.
Words: 2012
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Seb had done it. After all his fretting in the car and his fear that Carlos wouldn’t even still be at homecoming thanks to his lateness, Seb had stepped inside the school hall and danced with another boy in front of the rest of the school. He’d done it.
He glanced to his side, where Carlos was already looking at him. When their eyes met, Carlos quickly looked away, though, and Seb couldn’t help but blush and smile at the action. The choreographer was criminally cute and Seb could barely believe Carlos had been the one to ask him to homecoming. Seb never would have had the guts to.
Now they were both there and they’d danced and Seb’s heart hadn’t pounded that hard in his chest in years, possibly ever. He really liked Carlos. It was ridiculous to think that they’d only properly gotten to know each other since they started rehearsing for the musical. Sure, they’d shared some classes before and Seb was pretty sure they’d talked a few times when they were together in a group project for biology last year, but they’d never been anything more past the odd speculation on Seb’s behalf that Carlos was kind of cute.
Seb knew that Carlos was so much more than ‘kind of cute’ now, though, and he couldn’t let the night end without admitting to Carlos how much all of this really meant to him. If Carlos was brave enough to ask him to the dance, Seb could be brave enough to ask him on a date. And he really should apologise properly for his lateness.
“Hey,” Seb said softly, grabbing Carlos’s attention away from the drink he’d been examining intently after Seb had caught him watching him.
“Hey,” Carlos echoed, “is everything okay?”
“Better, actually,” Seb smiled, “but I was just wondering if I could talk to you, actually. Somewhere a bit more private than this.”
Carlos’s eyes glanced across the table to where Big Red, Ashlyn and EJ were sitting and talking. Gina and Ricky’s seats were empty due to the two’s strange disappearance. Seb honestly had no idea what had been going on with them all evening, and apparently Carlos didn’t either when he’d asked, earlier.
“Yeah, yeah, absolutely,” Carlos agreed, wiping his hands on his trousers and standing up sort of abruptly. He was usually so graceful that Seb couldn’t help but smile at his sudden clumsiness. It was adorable.
Seb got to his feet, too, and upon realising that it had been his suggestion to go somewhere else, he took a deep breath, reached out for Carlos’s hand and pulled him along.
To Seb’s relief, Carlos immediately gripped his hand back and jogged a little to catch up.
“Where are we going?” Carlos asked. That was a good question. Seb didn’t actually know.
“You’ll see,” he smirked at Carlos. The other boy seemed to flush a bit and Seb was pretty sure he hadn’t been caught for having no clue where he was actually heading.
Because Seb had been far too focussed on the fact that he was holding Carlos’s hand than where they were going, he shouldn’t have been surprised when he opened the door and the two of them were in the rehearsal room.
“Think anyone else will come in here?” Seb asked Carlos as he closed the door.
“Well,” Carlos considered, releasing his hand from Seb’s now they were inside (Seb missed the warmth on his palm already), “Miss Jen and Nini aren’t here, Ricky and Gina left and all the others are still enjoying Homecoming. I can’t see anyone interrupting.”
“Good, great, that’s… that’s good to hear,” Seb stammered out, realising just how nervous he felt around Carlos now that they weren’t dancing and the two of them were alone.
“So, what did you want to talk about?” Carlos asked, taking a step towards Seb. Surprisingly, it calmed him a little. It was strange- Carlos was the cause of his nerves but seemingly the solution, too.
“I wanted to apologise properly for being so late,” Seb started. The safe topic first- that was easier to do, “we’ve lost cows before but my sister was supposed to be driving me to homecoming and it was her favourite cow so we were all a bit distressed trying to comfort her.”
“It’s really okay. I’m not upset at you for being late- especially now I know why you couldn’t text, too,” Carlos jumped in, taking both of Seb’s hands just as Seb had done on the dance floor.
“You just seemed a little mad at me. I didn’t want to have, y’know, ruined my chances,” Seb breathed out with a laugh. Carlos smiled up at him.
“I didn’t mean to be so sharp. It wasn’t you I was upset with. It’s just, well, I’d spent all afternoon working myself up to dance with you in front of everyone. It was a bit of a big deal to me, so then when you weren’t there it just felt like all the stress had been for nothing. But then you did show up, and we danced in front of everyone and no one even looked at me strangely! It was great,” Carlos explained.
Seb grinned at him.
“It was great,” he agreed, “and I know what you mean. I’d been so nervous when I was getting ready to come but then we found a dead cow and I sort of forgot to panic about dancing. The only thing I was worried about was that I’d upset you. I didn’t care about anyone else in that hall and what they thought of me dancing with another boy.”
“Feel like you could do the Bop to the Top dance better now you’ve had an extra rehearsal?” Carlos asked with a big smile, stepping away from Seb and bouncing over to the CD player.
“Right now? In our homecoming suits?” Seb asked with a laugh. Carlos shrugged his shoulders.
“Why not?”
With an exasperated head shake, Seb extended his hand.
“Let’s go,” he agreed.
Carlos hit play and the instrumental filled the room. Seb got into position as Carlos reached his side and the two began to dance. After spending all evening with Carlos, it felt even more natural to dance with the other boy at his side. The two moved together seamlessly, becoming one with the music.
Seb wished that he’d felt this way in every play he’d been in. He’d never had a dance partner as talented (or attractive) as Carlos, though. A small part of him wished it was Carlos he got to actually do this dance with during the show, but he quickly crushed it when realising that would mean Carlos would have to play the role of his brother.
“See,” Carlos said when the dance finished, twirling Seb under his arm unnecessarily, “you’ve basically perfected it now.”
“Only thanks to you. You’re incredible,” Seb said breathlessly, falling back into Carlos’s arms as he finished twirling, slightly dizzy and out of breath.
“You really think so?” Carlos asked, his eyes wide as if he didn’t believe Seb. Seb nodded insistently. Carlos was the best dancer he’d ever met.
The two stood there for a little, Seb still sort of leaning on Carlos’s chest and Carlos with his arms around him. Carlos’s face was really close to Seb’s. If Seb wanted to, he could lean in and-
“I still feel bad about arriving so late,” Seb spluttered out before he could do something impulsive that he’d regret later. Carlos stood up a little straighter and Seb took his body weight off him, putting more distance between the two boys.
“I already told you, it’s really okay,” Carlos explained, but Seb surged on.
“Can I make it up to you? We could, um, go for coffee at Starbucks or- or whatever you want, really,” he finished, hoping his cheeks weren’t as red as they felt. He’d asked Carlos out. Officially.
“You mean, like, on a date?” Carlos asked, his voice breaking a little. Seb bit his lip and nodded.
“If that’s okay, then yeah,” he confirmed, watching Carlos’s face for a reaction.
Carlos beamed at him.
“Yes! Why would it not be okay?” he asked, and before Seb could register what was happening, Carlos’s arms were wrapped around him. Seb nearly fell over at the sudden impact, but quickly regained his balance and hugged Carlos back.
“I didn’t know if you felt the same way about me,” Seb admitted.
“I asked you to homecoming,” Carlos pointed out.
“But I didn’t know if that was just as, like, friends,” Seb blushed, leaning his cheek against Carlos’s hair.
“You flirted with me. And we held hands. Had you really not known I liked you after all of that?” Carlos laughed gently. Seb felt the laugh ripple through him from where their chests were connected.
“I mean, I was hoping you did but I didn’t want to assume and be heartbroken when you turned me down,” Seb admitted, finally pulling back from the hug so that he could see Carlos’s face again.
“Who could ever turn you down?” Carlos asked with a soft look on his face. Seb felt his cheeks flushing at the compliment. And he opened his mouth to respond only to find that he didn’t actually have anything else to say. He was too busy flickering his eyes to Carlos’s mouth, which was curled up into a smile. If Carlos liked him back, maybe he’d be allowed to.
“Can I-“ Seb started to say just as Carlos also spoke up.
“Oh, sorry, my phone’s ringing!”
Seb nodded his head and took a step back so that Carlos could pull his phone out and answer it.
He answered in Spanish, so Seb assumed it was a family member. Probably someone coming to collect Carlos. The dance was over, after all. Still, Seb had a date with Carlos, now and he knew that the other boy like-liked him.
“That was my mom,” Carlos said once he’d hung up, “she’s here to collect me.”
“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, then,” Seb smiled, trying to hide his disappointment that Carlos was leaving.
Carlos nodded his head and smiled but didn’t make any move to leave the room. Instead, he took a few steps forward until he was directly in front of Seb again.
“You, um, you can, by the way,” Carlos said. Seb looked at him in confusion.
“What?” he asked.
“What you were about to ask earlier,” Carlos explained, slipping his hand into Seb’s yet again, “my answer is yes.”
And Seb understood now.
“Oh,” he breathed out before taking a deep breath, placing his free hand on Carlos’s cheek and leaning forward to connect their lips.
Carlos let out a small gasp under Seb’s lips before leaning into him and kissing back, snaking his hands around the back of Seb’s neck. Seb moved his own hand into Carlos’s hair as the hand Carlos had been holding found his waist.
Seb had no idea if what he was doing was right because he’d never actually kissed anyone before, but moving his lips slowly against Carlos’s certainly felt right and the other boy didn’t seem to be complaining.
When the two broke away for air, Carlos pulled back, much to Seb’s chagrin.
“I really do have to go. My mom will kill me if I’m late. Thank you for tonight. It was… really good,” Carlos gasped, running a hand through his hair to neaten it where Seb had destroyed it.
“Yeah,” Seb agreed, “it was pretty great. Thank you for inviting me.”
Carlos gave him another smile.
“See you tomorrow,” he said, before turning on his heels and all but skipping out of the door. Seb watched him leave with a grin on his face.
He was glad no one was around to see him fist pump the air and spin around giddily.
And Ashlyn wasn’t going to mention that she’d come down to check where he was once she saw Carlos leave. What Seb didn’t know couldn’t hurt him.
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eyeless-cunt · 5 years
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Yandere creepypasta headcanons? (If this hasn’t been asked already;;)
Oh my God i love yandere (the scary/creepy aspect of it) and i love you ajakak🥰
Thank so so much for requesting this bb
Jeff the killer:
Jeff is already possessive so just add yandere and its like he’s always around you. If you were to think youre alone, think again. You may not see him, but he’s there. He’s the scary type of yandere, silent and ready to pounce. You have to avoid all interactions with people in order to keep them safe and you find yourself not being scared of the monsters in closet when you sleep at night. Because you know there’s a much more terrifying one standing in the corner, watching you as you sleep.
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Jane:
She’s touchy and is always wrapped around you. She’s not afraid to kill anyone who touches you and believes that she truly is the only one for you. She plays with your hair and will make out with you in public just to show off that you’re hers and no one elses
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Ej:
He’s all about showing you how much he loves you and how willing he is to kill for you. He frequently leaves pictures of people hes killed around your house becuase he loves proving just how much he loves you. He’s the type of yandere to pin you down by your wrists and spell his name on you stomach with various hickeys. He watches you sleep and will sit outside you window peaking in while you’re dressing. Probably the most commited yandere. Scary to think about.
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Lj:
The type of yandere you see around but dont know is stalking you at first. Then once you wake up to see him standing over you it’s like he’s always there. Him being a clown doesnt make it any less scary and it only terrifies you more. He leaves candies placed around for you, and loves showing up randomly in your house, his ability to teleport making this extremely easy for him.
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BEN:
will hack all your shit. How does he know that youre at walmart? Hes looking through the cameras. Anyone who has ever hit you up with the intention of being more than friends will be driven insane and led to kill themselves. He knows eveything youve ever posted and is sitting in the other end of your Tv screen watching you munch on your favorite snacks as you laugh at the comedy. He will literally cyberbully all of your friends into killing themselves.
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Masky:
He dreams about you every time he falls asleep, which isnt often considering hes afraid of leaving you alone. He is literally the type of yandere to kidnap you and imprison you in his house. He’s the type to scare you into submission and then feel so shitty about scaring you that he cries into your chest and pleads for forgiveness until you forgive him.
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Hoodie:
Probably jacks off to the millions of pictures he has of you all over his room. He seems normal at first, you think he’s friendly and he invites you over for drinks. You come over later that night and are never seen again :) he’s obsessed with everything about you and holds you close to him every chance he gets. The sight of you in his bed in his clothes is intoxicating and hes the type to coax you into loving him back
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Toby:
Thinks you’re literally God. Will worship you. Its like yandere dev bc he has a fucking shrine. Wants nothing more than for you to notice him. Once you caught him starring and smiled and he almost had a heart attack. You were the one to ask for his number and he stuttered so fuckin much. Eventually he invited you over and when you said yes i can swear he’s never had so many dirty thoughts in that minute than he had in his entire life
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Home | Tyson Barrie
Summary: A new city to call home means a lot of people to leave behind Word count: 2k Note: Thank you to Tyson Barrie for being the mess we all needed in this team. We will miss you, but not as much as Gabe and Nate will. Yall can catch me crying about this until trade season next year despite the fact that he got traded to my other favorite team. I listened to More Than Words by Little Mix while writing this cause it’s the kinda emo song this trade calls for. 
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You find out through Twitter.
It’s not Tyson’s fault, not really; he’s hanging out with Biz when he gets the call and when Biz knows something, it takes approximately 0.3 seconds before the entirety of the internet knows. 
But still, there’s something surreal about the situation. You’re sitting on the couch watching Nailed It! when your phone starts buzzing and ringing and going absolutely insane. 
The first text you see is from Mel. 
I’m so sorry, babe.
You have no idea what she’s talking about until you see a Twitter notification, staring at you from the small screen in your hand. The words are simple, yet they are impossible to comprehend.
Tyson Barrie and Alexander Kerfoot traded to the Toronto Maple Leafs
Nothing else even registers with you; you wouldn’t be able to tell anyone what the Avs got back for them. 
For Kerfy. And your boyfriend.
It’s almost comical, the way your world crashes and burns within seconds while Ralph doesn’t even lift an eyelid. Outside, the cars are still driving. Someone honks. The rain is softly ticking against the window. 
You have no idea how long you sit there, waiting. Thinking. A thousand thoughts whirl through your mind. 
Most of them come back to the fact that it’s not freaking fair. 
Not when Tyson has been so adamant about wanting to be in Colorado. Not when his best friends are here. Sure, he knows Morgan Rielly, likes him, but he’s not Nate. Not Gabe. Not EJ. 
God. 
It’s not fair either, that Tyson was really starting to pull his life together. He mentioned that he wanted some stability. He started looking at houses to buy. He got a puppy; the proof is currently sleeping at your feet, happily oblivious to the fact that everything is going to hell. 
He even mentioned moving in together, a few weeks ago.
There were no concrete plans; he hadn’t officially asked you yet. Just kinda casually threw into conversation that the house he was going to buy was going to have to have plenty room for two people, while he was cooking some stupidly healthy vegetable stir and simultaneously eating ice cream straight out the carton before dinner. 
“Why, is Nate finally moving in with you?” you’d teased, and he’d smiled his typical lopsided smile and said, without even blushing:
“No, but you hopefully are.” 
You were left speechless and in shock and he just started rambling about how nice it would be to have a pool - apparently he’d forgotten about the fact that it was winter for 10 months a year in Colorado - and the subject was dropped, but it had been circling in your mind.
You know you would say yes, if he asked. You would say yes to just about anything Tyson asked, and it isn’t just because his big brown eyes look suspiciously like Ralph’s. 
It’s because you know that for you, it’s always gonna be Tyson. Perhaps it always was, since the very first time you met him all those years ago, all starry eyed and bright smiled at a festival. Since he tripped over his own feet and bumped into you, and apologized profusely while Nate laughed so hard he nearly threw up. 
You’ve never loved someone as much as you love Tyson, and you don’t think you’ll ever be able to love someone like that again. 
But now he’s leaving. Ripped from your hands, slipping through your fingers like sand.
It’s not that you haven’t known it could happen, not with the rumors surrounding Tyson like they’ve surrounded nobody else, but it’s a bit like the boy that cried wolf; after a while, the rumors faded into the background, because hey, it didn’t happen last time either, did it?
You let yourself fall into a comfortable sense of peace, and that was your first mistake.
No, second. First mistake was falling for an NHL player. 
Your phone rings again and you barely glance at it, the ringing sounding muffled in your ears - you don’t know how it feels to be in shock but this might be it - but then Tyson’s face flashes across the screen and you reach for it quickly, startling the puppy at your feet, who jumps up and starts whining.
“Tys?” 
It’s quiet, for a second, on the other side, and you wonder if he meant to call you. 
But then he speaks and his voice sounds a little muffled, sounds thick with emotion and empty at the same time, somehow, sounds upset, and that’s the worst.
“Are you still at my place?” 
“Yeah,” you breathe out. “I’m here.” Of course you are; he asked you to watch Ralph while he went out and you wouldn’t leave the dog alone, not at this age when he still needs to go outside every ten minutes and likes to eat shoes for entertainment. 
“Stay there,” Tyson says. “I’m coming home.” He pauses and you figure he has the same thought as you are having.
Home. 
But not for long.
“Stay,” Tyson repeats, a little sharply, as if he’s expecting you to run off before he gets there.
You don’t even think you could move if you tried.
“Okay.” 
He hangs up then and it takes him barely fifteen minutes to get there, even though you know the restaurant he was at was at least a 25 minute drive. He burst through the door looking disheveled, looking sad, too. 
His shoulders are slumped and he suddenly looks much more tired than he had when he left this morning. Normally, Tyson is the easiest person to read, but now there’s not really a hint of any emotion on his face. 
He doesn’t even smile when Ralph runs up to him and that’s how you know everything is so very, very wrong. 
“Tys,” you start, but then his eyes meet yours and it’s like all the words leave your mind, and all you can do is walk up to him and collapse in his arms.
He catches you easily, as you knew he would. His arms are tight around your waist, so tight it almost hurts but it’s exactly what you need; to feel him, to know he’s still there, at least for now. 
“I know,” Tyson whispers. “I know, babe.” 
You’re not quite sure what he knows and he’s probably not either, it’s just that there’s not much to say when your entire life gets ripped apart. 
You stand there for what feels like ages. Tyson moves you to the couch at some point, pulling you down with him as he falls backwards into the pillows. You can feel his heart beat under your ear with your head on his chest and the steady rhythm is the only thing keeping your mind from spiraling out of control. 
But however bad this is for you, it’s so, so much worse for him, so finally, you force yourself to sit up and smile.
“So, Toronto, huh? I guess I could be a Raptors fan.” 
“I’m actually gonna play for the Leafs,” Tyson says dryly, and suddenly you’re both laughing, hysterically giggling with tears in your eyes and it’s better than crying out of sadness but only just. 
When silence falls over the apartment, Tyson grabs your hands, his face serious again. “Hey, you know I love you, right?” 
You swallow and nod, not trusting your own voice.
“I love you too much to ask you to wait for me.” 
His words sink in slowly, then all at once, and panic washes over you as the quietness of the apartment becomes deafening.
Wait for you. Wait for him here, in Colorado.
He’s not planning on taking you with him. 
Hurt must be written clear over your face because his eyes soften, a soft “babe” passing his lips right before you yank your hands away from him, scurry away from him until your back hits the arm of the couch. 
“You’re breaking up with me.” 
It’s not a question because you know the answer. 
“I don’t want to.” Tyson’s voice is a little shaky despite the fact that he’s gritting his teeth in order to control it. “I don’t have a choice, Y/N. I’m going to move to Toronto. That’s not just a different city, that’s a different country.” 
“And you don’t want me there.” 
The crease on his forehead deepens. “I can’t ask you to leave everything you have behind. You’ve got a job here. Friends. Family.” 
You jump off the couch, now in full hysterics; tears are pushing against the back of your eyes and you feel your lungs constricting.
“But the only thing I’ve got here that I care about, that I wouldn’t wanna leave behind, is you.”
Tyson stands up too, although he’s not moving. 
“I can’t ask you to leave behind your home,” he croaks and it’s the first time you can fully see how much this is hurting him, how much this is killing him inside, breaking his heart into little pieces with each word he’s uttering. It’s the first time you forget about your own misery completely. 
So you step forward, one hand coming up to cup his cheek; he leans into your touch as if it’s the only thing keeping him tethered to the earth, his eyelids fluttering shut. His cheeks are red, like they always are when he gets upset.
You know him so well, know every single piece of him. 
“Home can be everywhere,” you mumble. “Home can be wherever you are.” 
“I don’t want you to give up everything for my dream,” Tyson all but whispers. “I chose this, not you.” 
“But I chose you.” At that, he opens his eyes, deep brown orbs locking with yours. You can tell he’s searching for a sign, anything in your expression to tell him you’re not telling the truth.
He won’t find any.
“I knew that being with you would include this. But I chose you anyway because I needed to. I need you, to be with you. Wherever that might be.” You pull a face. “And at least it’s Toronto. Can you imagine if you were traded to like. Montreal? I don’t speak French.” 
He laughs, and it’s music to your ears; then suddenly his lips are against yours in a feverish desperation unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before.
It’s like your touch is the only thing that could keep him from drowning, meanwhile you’re getting lost in his lips against yours, his hands against the bare skin of your back. He starts pushing you towards the bedroom and you know you’ve not really talked about anything but you let him anyway.
This is what he needs, right now, to feel you with him, to know you’re there. And you’re gonna do whatever he needs because so many times, he’s done that for you. 
Time seems to stand still and speed up at the same time and it’s dark when you’re laying tangled in the sheets, facing each other, his fingers intwined with yours. 
He’s staring at you fondly as he speaks. “I was going to ask you to move in with me, you know. When I found a house I loved. I was gonna bake a cake and put the key in it. Gabe helped me come up with that.” 
You would have laughed at the idea of possibly choking on a key as you tried to enjoy Tyson’s famous lava cake but now you can’t, because at the sounds of Gabe’s name Tyson’s face falls. 
The Leafs don’t have a captain right now and maybe that’s better, because you know there’s nobody that could do for Tyson what Gabe did, nobody that could replace Gabe in that special place in Tys’ heart. 
No more wine nights with Mel, walks with Zoey and Ralph. No more Nate crashing for dinner, no more Josty exclaiming he’s the better Tyson, no more teasing from Z or sarcastic remarks from EJ or Colin, telling you he doesn’t know how you put up with these guys.
You’re gonna miss them, but it’s something you can deal with. Something Tyson has to deal with.
But not alone.
“Ask me,” you say, and Tyson doesn’t have to ask for clarification.
“I don’t think Toronto can be home without you. Will you please come with me?”
He seems a little nervous to ask but your answer was decided a long time ago, long before the rumors really started, maybe even the second you met him.
“Of course I’ll come with you.” 
He wraps his arms around you and he’ll do the same thing in a month, when you spend the first night sleeping on a mattress on the floor in an empty apartment in the center of Toronto, the city lights illuminating the room cause you didn’t have time to buy curtains and the hot summer air crawling up the walls. 
He wraps his arms around you and you’re home. 
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Here’s your gift!
@caitlinesmewilliams - I got you in the gift exchange, and I wrote you a Ricky/Nini one-shot, which I hope you like! It’s called ‘We’re Breaking Free’, and I’ve cross-posted it to AO3 in case you want to read it there (here’s the link). If not, I’ve posted it under the cut :)
In a rare moment of quiet, Nini sits backstage, quietly strumming. Her chords clash a little with the familiar beat of ‘Getcha Head in the Game’, barely audible from the makeshift stage in the school gym. She didn’t plan on bringing her ukulele tonight, but on her way out of the door this morning, she grabbed it on impulse and took it with her. As a good luck charm, perhaps. I need it now more than ever, she muses with a dry smile, thinking of the talent scout from the Y.A.C., Kalyani Patel, out in the audience.
She relaxes a little, though, as she reflects upon the first act thus far. She can’t deny it’s been… a little chaotic, particularly with Gina’s surprise return, prompting a very sudden cast change which, she thinks with a grimace, probably seriously confused the audience. She’s pretty sure they pulled it off, though, and Gina’s incredible dance break in ‘Status Quo’ made it worth it.
Suddenly the sound of drums pulsing through the walls stops, and she pictures Ricky, suspended on wires at the turning point of the song. And she smiles – something she’s finding herself doing a whole lot more lately, when she thinks about Ricky.
That said, on this particular occasion, she’s not sure whether she’s smiling at the thought of Ricky himself, or simply remembering what happened when they first used the wires at the dress rehearsal yesterday.
Most of the cast had been sceptical when Mr Mazzara, of all people, had arrived at their first meeting after the disastrous tech rehearsal, and told them that his robotics club had constructed a pulley system in the gym by which they could lift Ricky off the ground for the scene.
When they tried it, however, it worked fairly well – the harness held, and it turned out that Ricky was perfectly capable of singing whilst being hoisted up. The problem came when the industry-grade steel cable made Natalie’s hands sweat, and she lost her grip.
With a terrified yell, Ricky plummeted about eight feet before EJ and Seb seized the cable, halting Ricky’s gut-twisting descent and leaving him spinning in his harness, seven feet from the ground. A nervous laugh rippled around the gym as Carlos, looking distinctly pale, proposed using one of the climbing ropes instead. Ricky was white as a sheet when they brought him down again, but he quickly saw the funny side and was laughing with the rest of them.
Nini shakes her head fondly, but frowns as she realises that the production has been silent for a weirdly long time. The band stopped playing almost twenty seconds ago, and Ricky’s only supposed to wait about five seconds before giving them his cue line. Suddenly, though, the music starts up again, and she lets out an involuntary hum, hoping that there’s nothing wrong.
Less than a minute later, she sees someone – who looks suspiciously like Ricky – march past the open door. She carefully puts down her ukulele and jogs to the door to ask him how the scene went, but by the time she gets there, he’s disappeared. She looks the other way, where Kourtney, Carlos and Seb are looking in the direction Ricky vanished. Nini’s unnerved by how concerned they look. “What happened?” she asks, as Big Red’s voice sounds over the speakers, announcing the intermission. “We’re not sure,” Kourtney says with a shake of her head. “He sort of froze,” Seb adds. “While he was in the air. And he dropped the ball.” “Why, what’d he do?” Nini asks. “No, as in, he literally dropped his basketball,” Carlos says, widening his eyes to emphasise the point. Nini feels her heart sink. “Did he say where he was going?” Carlos shakes his head, but Kourtney speaks up. “He’ll be back for the second act.” Her voice is confident, and Nini hopes she’s right.
“Gabriella, you’re on in one minute!” Natalie calls, and Nini relaxes. They’re about five minutes into the second act, and as far as she can tell, nothing has gone completely wrong. She follows Natalie to the wings and, as rehearsed, looks around the set and the gym as she walks casually onstage. This is right; this feels good. “Wow, this is your real stage?” she says curiously, but her voice shakes on the final word as her gaze falls on EJ, wearing Troy’s basketball shirt. Ricky’s basketball shirt. No. No, this is wrong. Where the hell is Ricky? “Guess you could call it that,” he replies, looking altogether too relaxed in this topsy-turvy situation. “Or, just a smelly gym.” It kills her to break character, but she has to make sense of this. “What’s going on?” she hisses, surreptitiously covering her microphone with one hand. “Where’s Ricky?” EJ frowns minutely and, without replying, passes her the basketball. She narrows her eyes at him as she catches it, but dutifully makes a shot, watching with a bizarre sense of satisfaction as it misses the hoop and bounces off the backboard. “Whoa!” EJ says, jogging across the stage to retrieve it. “You shoot hoops too?” She stutters; she’s suddenly having difficulty breathing. Ms Patel can’t be impressed by this; she has to do better. “I once, uh, scored forty-one points at a league championship game.” “No way.” “Yeah,” Nini says, functioning purely on autopilot. The words are muscle memory to her, but she can barely hear them. Her mind is swirling. “The same day I invented the space shuttle, and microwave popcorn.”
The rest of the scene is a blur. Again, on impulse, she whispers desperately to EJ for an explanation, infuriated by his plea for her to trust him. At her cue, she all but runs offstage. As she exits through the temporary stage door, she can hear the words of Ashlyn’s beautiful song taunting her from behind.
What I did felt right, but was I wrong? Is this where I’m supposed to be at all?
Everything after that passes in a blur. She’s so angry, at everyone. At Ricky, for bailing on her – on them. At EJ, for letting him go and just taking the part so readily. At Miss Jenn, for casting her in this role she feels she’s so abjectly failing. At Kourtney, for inviting Kalyani Patel when she’s sure she’s never going to get in. At herself, for thinking she could do any of these things.
She kicks a chair backstage in fury, feeling her heart pound in her chest as she watches it topple over and skid across the wooden floor. A figure bedecked in an elegant black pant suit appears in the doorway, looking worried. “Nini, you okay?” Miss Jenn’s voice is soft and full of concern. “Will be,” she says, pressing a hand to her temple. “Just… a lot going on.” “I heard about the talent scout,” she says. “It’s not surprising that you’re stressed.” She nods slowly. “It’s not just that. But thanks.” “Do you want to talk about it?” she asks, and Nini hesitates, picking up the chair she kicked and sinking into it. “I guess I’m just scared of screwing up,” she says quietly, and Miss Jenn lets out a low chuckle. “Are you serious? You’re killing it out there.” “Thanks,” she says, not even slightly believing him. “But this is not my best performance.” “It’s not supposed to be,” she says, and Nini does a double-take. “What?” “Nini,” she says, crouching down in front of her and taking her hand, “I spent nearly fifteen years assuming that my best performance had already happened.” Nini nods, wondering where she’s going with this. “But the truth is, it turns out you guys are my great performance. My magnum opus, if you will. This isn’t Broadway, Nini – no one here is looking for the perfect show.” She cracks a smile. “Which is good, because God knows we haven’t had it tonight.” Nini laughs and sniffs, feeling her eyes moistening. “This isn’t going to be the best performance of your life, because you’re only going to keep getting better. That talent scout is looking for potential, and that’s what she’s going to see in you.” She squeezes Nini’s hand and stands up to go. “How do you know that?” Nini asks desperately, and Miss Jenn pauses at the door. “Because I did.” She smiles once more and disappears out of the door. After a moment’s thought, Nini exhales deeply, gentle wipes her eyes and follows her out.
By the time she’s back onstage, she’s forgotten her anger. EJ’s explained what happened – what Ricky told him to do, and why. She’s not even concerned about the Conservatory anymore – as EJ begins the chorus of ‘Breaking Free’, she remembers what Miss Jenn told her: she saw Nini’s potential. Maybe Kalyani Patel will too.
And then she sees Ricky, standing at the gym doors with Gina, and the last embers of her fury at him evaporate as well. As EJ lets her go – possibly in more ways than one – she looks into Ricky’s frightened eyes, and she realises that she loves him.
“You know the world can see us, in a way that’s different from who we are…”
As she walks towards him, she pulls out her phone and flicks on its flashlight. Since Big Red hasn’t put a spotlight on him yet, she’ll do it herself.
“Creating space between us, ‘til we’re separate hearts…”
He shakes his head and murmurs, “I’m really… not at my best.” And her heart aches because of how wrong he is. She’s known him for nearly their entire lives, and this, right here, is the best version of Ricky she’s ever known. He’s open and vulnerable, and he might have given up on something he was committed to – but this time, he did it entirely because he wanted her to succeed. “Just look at me, Ricky,” she says, slipping her phone back into her pocket as Big Red finally gets his act together. “Right at me.” The music starts up again, and Nini lifts the microphone to her lips again. “But your faith, it gives me strength…” A grin breaks out onto his face as he joins in. “Strength to believe…”
She can’t help smiling as she pulls him back to the stage. They’re going to be okay.
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mind if i ask for some good soft stuff w Jeff and Toby? or Ben ! ...or EJ.........or Nina.... I'm sorry I will take literally anything I love ur hcs So Much and also Jeff needs more love uwu ((Gee Jeff how come u get to have so many bfs and a gf))
ILL DO SOME FOR EVERYONE!!! Jeff has50 billion partners we know this
this post got SUPER SUPER long i am so sorry everyonebut these r all like my favorite pairings ever SO…i wanna do them justice. under the cut because of the length!
Jeff x Toby
oh they just Love to mess with eachother and pull pranks on each other. toby especially loves to get at jeff withem. usually ends up making the other one just SO MAD
which then sometimes leads to playfighting .which then might lead to one of them getting pinned to the wall.which might end up in semi-angry makeouts .who knows hehe
parts-of-our-mouths-are-rotting-awaygang . toby likes kissing jeff a lil bit on his exposed teeth cus he thinksit’s funny. jeff acts annoyed by it but it makes him blush a little bit.
they both have the tendency to bekind of self destructive and just in general not doing basic self care stuff. sothey Try to keep a little bit of an eye on each other .they both hate to beover bearing but idk. they just care about each other a lot. And love eachother when they cant love themselves
toby and jeff both can be prettyemotionally explosive , so they try to keep each other as level headed aspossible. distracted and mentally ok so one of them doesn’t completely spiralout of control, though if that were to happen the other one will be there toget a hold of em.
The best way to calm either of themis grabbing a hold of them physically and holding their head in your arms untilthey chill out. Ungraceful maybe but effective and relatively easy.
they’re both pretty troubled, butthey’re trying to get it under control. They’re there for each other no matterwhat.
they like to go up to the humanworld late at night and fuck around. climb on stuff that shouldn’t be climbedon. play in fountains. vandalize shit. that’s date night for them. One day jeffgot ahold of some spray paint and they both went nuts with it, THAT was a goodday
Toby didn’t used to smoke till hemet jeff but now they’re both in it unfortunately aha..jeff kind of regretsgetting him into the habit but not much can be done about it now.
Since meeting Jeff toby’s definitelypicked up his kind of harsh sarcastic humor streak, and jeff’s actually gotten atiny bit nicer, though whether that’s of tobys influence or just the sideeffect of being in love is up for debate. So I guess there was a small exchangethere. They balance out nicely.
they both get beat up and injured alottt on the job, probably the most reckless ones of everyone. despite this,whenever the other one comes home all messed up the other one gets so freakedout and concerned, asking what happened and trying to take care of it. kind ofhypocritical but…they cant help it. 
they really really love each other.they wish they could both be healthier
Jeff x Ben
evenbefore they’re in a relationship they are Very close to each other. So whenthey actually get to dating, you know that’s solid. Nothing can tear themapart.
theywere very much, deeply in love with each other before ever admitting it . theyboth never wanted to say anything in case it ruined their close closefriendship but they both completely gave in eventually
they’rebest friends and best boyfriends at the same time. They’re each othersemotional and mental support. They love and care about each other so much, andare able to take care of each other so well because they so . deeply and intimatelyknow each other already. Yknow from being close for so long already. They reallydo trust each other with everything
it’slike they’re constantly together. They eat and sleep together, spend all daytogether, stay up all night together. It makes them happy, keeps them calm. The longest times they’re apart are when Jeff’s out killing or so injured he has to rest in his own room. 
Jeffhas his periods of really bad depression, and ben makes sure to be there forhim and take good care of him during these times. He’s very very calming andgentle and it keeps jeff calm and safe.
Ben,likewise, has long periods of bad depression too, which jeff helps himthrough. Takes care of him, keeps him distracted and comforted. Keeps himcompany.
Theyreally like to just hold each other and talk each other through things. Theyreally know how to communicate and what the other needs to hear and neverfeel lonely with the other around
Theylike to go out on the roof and smoke weed/cigarettes and kiss, sometimes they talksometimes they don’t. they could spend days alone with just each other.
They’ve known each other longer than they’ve known anyone else who lives there. that bond is special. and honestly, Jeff really is ben’s whole world. ben doesn’t know at all what he’d do without jeff. and jeff doesn’t know what he’d do without ben either. it feels like no one knows them like they know each other.
i guess the one little disconnect they have it ben doesn’t do the regular killing stuff like jeff does. doesn’t really get it. just stays home and does his own thing. sometimes he’s self conscious about it, like since he doesn’t do the same work as everyone else maybe he’s…weaker for it..or something. he doesn’t like to talk about it.
they’ve both been aloneand lonely for so long. Most of their lives really. So now that they have eachother they never ever want to let go
Jeff x EJ
Justas, a first things first, the moment ej sees jeff he already gets such a crushon him right away. It sounds so corny but he thinks jeff’s really the cutestguy he’s ever seen. A real love at first sight moment, even though hedefinitely doesn’t say anything about it at first.
EJ,also, is very much the caregiver type, and jeff desperately needs someone totake care of him, so they are really perfect for each other.
Jeffcan’t help but have a real soft spot for being taken care of , which ej is supposedto be doing for him anyway being the medic and all but still. Since ej’s been basicallyin love with jeff since forever he’s just so extra gentle and caring with himwhenever he’s hurt, it makes Jeff just melt…
I think ej’s very calm comforting level-headed logical personality is the main thing that makes jeff fall so hard for him. While he has other friends who try to help and support him ej actually seems to be the only one out of everyone who isn’t as badly effected by it. like he actually has the mental and emotional capabilities of supporting him. and slowly he just becomes so attached to and dependent on him, and he’s happy to love and support jeff
ej however has his really low points too, which jeff tries to help him through too. he holds ej in his arms and pets his hair or gently pats his back and listens to whatevers bothering him. which is all ej really needs. someone there with him. yknow
ej’svery casually affectionate, Jeff gets plenty of space if he wants but if they happento be around each other he loves to stand behind him and wrap his arms aroundhim, be close to him, touch his hair a little, run the back of his hand overhis cheek…really into light physical affection.
Couplevoted most likely to be caught making out in the closet randomly during the day
Ej isjust so completely in love with jeff, flaws and all, loves giving himattention, talking to him, taking care of him, giving him kisses. It is just embarrassinghow in love he is, even if he tries to only express it in private.
Jeffgets flustered and embarrassed easily with how sweet ej is to him, it stillgets him a little bit pink in the face even after being with him for so long, and tries to reciprocate it too. getting all cuddly and sweet with him when he feels the need to
Jeffloves bringing out ejs more outgoing social side. When they first met he wasvery reclusive and you know, loner-type, but jeff’s very outgoing andcenter-of-attention, so after some encouragement they’re both 100% party boystogether, which ej really needed. Being alone all the time was bad for him
Otherthan all that…They’re very strongly bonded and connected in a way they havetrouble describing. Ej just thinks jeff’s the most perfect man in the wholeworld , and Jeff thinks ej is just. perfect . so understanding and loving and caring and patient. he’s never met someone who puts up with his bullshit so well. and he is in Love
Jeff x Nina
Omg when nina finally gets to see him in person for the first time SHE IS SO EXCITED !!!! Runs up to him and gives him a huge hug, practically scooping him up off the ground !!!
He’s, very stunned at first, but gets his bearings back soon enough
After the initial rushed introduction, he learns why she’s here and he’s actually really flattered?
“You’re here??? For me??? you came all this way here to meet me???”
compliments really are the way to his heart lololol
and while he’s still kind of shocked from the whole thing….she is really cute….so that’s a plus
They spend a long time getting acquainted with each other, but nina naturally probably already knows a lot about him, which really just makes jeff more interested in her 
oh once they actually date for real nina is so happy!!! He’s everything she was hoping for and more!!! the guy of her dreams!!! he’s handsome and protective and cool but also sweet and caring and lets her cuddle up to him!!
Jeff has to come around to the idea first but once they’re dating for real he’s actually really happy too!!! She’s so energetic and sweet. its a much needed brightness to his life, he cant help but kind of fall in love with how affectionate she is. and how absolutely smitten she is with him
at the beginning she is very very clingy, goes everywhere with him,!! and he really does not object. honestly its a bit of an ego boost in addition to how much he really has accidentally fallen for her .
 but she does dial it down after a bit! she’s always just as sweet with him as ever though, as long as he allows it 
she’s actually a tiny bit taller than him, and uses that as an excuse to pick him up a little bit from time to time , which he protests, but she thinks its the cutest thing
she’s a very nurturing type girlfriend, she remembers all the stuff he has to do in a day and is checking in to remember if he’s done it. whenever he’s injured she insists on taking care of him
 EVERYONE notices after they start being together that he’s really cleaned himself up. like he showers regularly??? he’s started brushing his hair??? dressing?? semi-nicely??? he acts the same as ever, he’s just. cleaner. and everyone thinks she’s forcing him to be but actually he’s just started putting more effort in himself to impress his beautiful girlfriend, because he just reasons that she always puts so much care and effort into her appearance he should do, almost the same right?
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Roleplay Server Log #358
"Slender Switch Out, Devils Deal”
[Yaunfen] Perks up at the chat- Hey! Mada's home!
[Deer] - Oh good, I was hoping they'd be back soon
[Doc] In chat- I got the amulets. I'm going visiting if you don't need me right away.
[Deer] - Go ahead love
[Doc] Brushes some of the sand off hir clothes and heads down the hill toward Splender's house.
[Offender] Is heading away from the house, going to look for a snack-
[Doc] Waves to him- Hey Offender.
[Offender] - Visiting Splendy?
{Doc] Yep and you and Mirabella, I actually have something for your other brothers. Well, beyond the obvious surprise.
[Offender] - Anything I could help with?
[Doc] No they'll just need them before you guys switch out guarding Splender. I got emp damping pouches for both of them from Dawn.
[Offender] - Huh, alright
[Doc] I don't want to miss either of them reuinitng with Mirabella. Not ashamed to say I'm a bit giddy at the sweetness of it all.
[Offender] Snorts in amusement- Yeah, Trender will probably have a fit over mom's clothes, and Slender?  I'm not sure how he'll respond...
[Doc] No idea either. Hopefully he'll just be glad she's safe. And I'm perfectly happy to bury Trender in a pile of fabric and gems if he wants to make her something new. It's an amusing thought anyway.
[Offender] - All Trender will need is a door
[Doc] Yeah, I know, but it's the thought that counts right?
[Offender] - Eh
[Doc] Has she gotten out at all? At least taken a walk? I heard TLOT did a little fishing with her.
[Offender] - She's at least spent a little time on the shore, but she prefers to remain inside
[Doc] Somehow I wonder if that's because she was kept inside, back there... I heard there were some rather scary guard animals.
[Offender] - Probably.  I don't remember much from back then, but I do remember I didn't like it
[Doc] It seemed like a pretty sad existence. Do you think I could get her anything beforehand?
[Offender] Shrugs- I honestly don't know, so far she's just been content and happy to hear everything we've been doing
[Doc] I'm glad you guys are getting some quality time. What about you? Are you okay?
[Offender] - I'm fine, feeling like I should go bother Arc, but I'll survive
[Doc] Griefer. Ha-ha doesn't she have classes or something?
[Offender] - That's actually how I found her.  She got dragged along to party, and I liked the way she drew.  So instead of continuing to erase her memory every day, I just made her my proxy
[Doc] Is she your only proxy? I mean, I know you guys have waves or something that makes it hard to keep them alive for too long right?
[Offender] - Yeah, she's my only proxy, but I'm not around her that often
[Splender] Calls from inside- Offender!  I can't remember how to do this!
[Offender] Sighs and turns back towards the house-
[Doc] Follows him- Is it the tie thing again?
[Offender] - I have no idea
[Doc] Calls out as they get close- Splender?
[Splender] Sticks his head out- Oh!  Hello!- He waves enthusiastically
[Doc] Pulls the lever and walks over. - You look cheerful. Did you say you needed help with something?
[Splender] Has a cats-cradle thoroughly tangled around his fingers- I got stuck
[Offender] - Hang on- He starts undoing the mess before perking- Oh, guess it's time
[Doc] Time?
[Offender] - To switch baby sitters
[Doc] Then I did arrive just in time. - Xe takes out three small stitched bags on braided cords. All are a made of soft brown leather.
[Offender] - Go ahead little bro, make the opening
[Splender] Twirls his tendrils and creates the opening-
[Solace] -Hesitates on the other side before stepping through and looking around, taking in the difference in complexity decently well-
[Luna] Follows after him-
[Offender] - Hey bro
[Solace] Hey! Stayed out of trouble? -There's just a hint of teasing-
[Offender] - Who, me?
[Doc] Oh! Hey Solace! And Luna! Haven't seen you in a while, here, this is for you. Just in case. -Holds out one of the pendants-
[Solace] Both of you-- but mostly you. Oh? What'sit? -They take the pendant anyway and hold it carefully.-
[Doc] It's a medicine bag, Dawn made it to tamp down your emps so you don't damage the server. I've got one for Trender and Slender as well so they can visit.
[Splender] Is near vibrating with excitement-
[Solace] Oh, alright! Nifty. -They put it on before offering a hug to Splender, the resident vibrating happy tall person-
[Doc] Also visibly excited. - We have a suprise for you, but you gotta keep it secret from Slender and Trender for now, okay?
[Splender] Happily hugs back, hands still tangled in the string-
[Solace] -Pat pats Splendor- If the surprise isn't harmful, definitely!  -Pat, pat-
[Offender] Goes around the wall partition to get Mirabella-
[Mirabella] Comes out with Offender- Offender what is it?  Is something wrong?
[Doc] Bouncing on heels- click click click
[Solace] .... Mom? -They struggled a bit to even come to that word-
[Mirabella] Straighten ups a little- Solace...
[Splender] Happy noises-
[Solace] This is.... W-Wow
[Doc] So proud-
[Offender] - Well, I'd better be going, don't want to keep brother waiting
[Solace] Be... safe, alright? -They look like they want to hug Mirabella, probably a LOT-
[Doc] And don't tattle, okay?
[Offender] - Don't worry, it takes a lot to take me out, and I wont
[Mirabella] - Be safe
[Splender] - Solace!  Aren't you excited?
[Solace] Of course I am!
[Mirabella] - Oh Solace, you were so little when I last saw you
[Doc] is obviously giddy and focuses on Luna for a moment- and now you get to see my home. I presume solace has been treating you decently?
[Solace] I'm still kind of little mom... -They scoot a little closer to Mirabella- Can I hug you?
[Luna] - Oh yes, I'm still adjusting, but I've almost got the hang of being a proxy down
[Mirabella] - Of course
[Solace] -Hugs Mirabella tight-
[Mirabella] - You always were hanging onto some part of me when you were little... And I see Splender has picked up some of the same habits
[Doc] Dawwwww, I'm assuming the job is similar to being a personal assistant?
[Luna] - For the most part, yes
[Doc] Well then if Solace is going to spend some quality time with his mom, and he's okay with it: I'll show you around a bit. I mean I'm assuming you haven't played before of course.
[Luna] - No, I haven't
[Solace] Ah... Yeah I guess he did get that from me. I never... thought about it. -To Luna and Doc- Stay safe if you go, yes?
[Doc] Absolutlely! The local difficulty is a bit high but if you get into trouble you'll just respawn here or down the hill a bit. Depending if you've slept or not.
[Luna] - I could die?- Her breathing picks up a little, remembering her time under EJ's care
[Mirabella] - I'm glad he did.  Your father would have never approved of it
[Doc] Not easily. I mean stay inside at night unless you have a native or one of the Slenders with you. But apart from that, watch your bubbles when you swim and you know, don't fall off any high places.
[Luna] - I see...
[Doc] I can't turn the monsters off because quite a few of them are our friends. And it's kind of an all or nothing thing settings wise.
[Solace] -Head perks a bit and they look at Luna with concern- You don't have to worry here, Luna. -Before back to Mirabella- And I bet so.
[Splender] - Luna, if you want to stay with Ring Leader, I think she's in the village playing with the kids
[Luna] - Ring Leader?
[Doc] She's Splender's proxy. Just a young lady like yourself, though recruited under a bit happier circumstances I think.
[Luna] - Oh, I haven't met her yet...  Only Slender's proxies
[Doc] She's as friendly as her ward. You'll probably like her.
[Mirabella] Rubs Solace's head a little- My you've grown so tall.  Last I saw you, you were barely taller than my knee
[Solace] I'm pretty average now! -That's a proud voice alright-
[Mirabella] - An that's good, you will have to tell me what you've done since you left
[Luna] - If you want some alone time...
[Doc] I can make myself scarce as well if you want. I imagine you two have a lot to catch up on.
[Splender] - I'll get the tea!
[Doc] Reaches for Luna's hand with a calming smile- Come on, it's a nice day. We'll go for a little walk at least.
[Luna] - O...  Okay
[Solace] Enjoy yourself, Luna
[Mirabella] - Come Solace, let's go talk
- Sammn is standing outside a small hole, surrounded with torches. Since night was coming, the zombie pigman was stomping around, holding an iron sword cautiously. -
- She is holding her head and muttering, waving a hand around. After a few, she drops both arms with an annoyed grunt. After a few seconds, she stands straight, this time using a single finger to poke the air in front of her –
[in chat] <Sammn> hello
[Doc] Looks up from the cookie xe's eating in the kitchen. It's late and xe's restless. -in chat- Sammn? You okay?
[Karla] Is watching Cp's mobs do their nightly patrol as Chester slips inside to escape a bit of dreary drizzle from the cloudy sky above. She sees the chat as well and awkwardly types back- I take it you can't sleep either Sammn?
[Sammn] - what no
[Doc] Do you need help? Or is it a psychological, 'I've been looking at crap on Ebay for four hours kind of not okay?"
[Karla] Snickers reading the text-
[Sammn] no circle ready almost night too far to travel
[Karla] typing- You're doing some kind of ritual?
[Doc] chat- I'll come to you if you need me. Where are you?
[Sammn] - by the hole past long bridge and villages
[Karla] Looks at Chester. - Do you know where that is?
[Chester] I know where the long bridge is.
[Doc] On my way.
- Sammn growls and sits down on the top step, rubbing their temple. Helm comes over and stands closer, very nervous now that its almost dark -
[Chester] Is running full tilt with Karla on his back.
-There's a bit of a roar from above and the bright yellow dragon decends and steps down danitly a little bit away- Sammn?
[Sammn] - That didn't take long.
[Doc] Puffs hir chest out a bit proudly - Well I can literally chase and catch lightning bolts in this shape.
[Phoenix] Is preening itself a little-
[Doc] loafs like a big cat - How's the birb?
[Sammn] - Happy, seems well adjusted.
[Helm] - eyes Doc and scoots back behind Sammn more.
[Doc] And your new friend there?
[Helm] - signs, then waves.
[Sammn] - This is Helm, they followed us back from the Nether and hung around. Likes it more in the Overworld. All except for Chickens.
[Doc] Ah, well at least Benny is human again. He was the most aggressive chicken on the seed. Nice to meet you Helm, I'm Doc.
[Helm] - waves as they slowly come out from behind Sammn.
[Sammn] - Sadly, they can't speak well. They know a form of sign language.... but don't ask how I know.
[Doc] Oh! Is it like the signing that Steve's brothers do? I know some of that. - They stand up again and shrink down to their human shape with a bit of a flourish before making some simple greeting gestures.
[Helm] - blinks in surprise then signs: You can speak with hands?
[Doc] Waving around- Little bit. One of my roommates has a knack for befriending skeletons.
[Helm] - signs and frowns - Ah, the Burnt skeletons taught me. So I could pass orders.
[Doc] What? Here? I didn't think there was really much organization in our Nether. I've tried hard to keep it mostly wild since that's the way the strongest native Herobrine here likes it. And they're just the normal skeletons. Not withers.
[Helm] Some are, but they do the orders of their Leader. No one disobeys them twice. I followed her - waves at Sammn then knocks on the black skull they are wearing - when they helped get rid of one of the problem ones.
[Chester] Comes racing up with Karla still riding him-
[Karla] Dismounts with a click of boots and the Wunderwaffe strapped to her back makes a happy electrical sound-
[Chester] Flops over and pants-
[Karla] Smirks- Sorry, I tend to have that effect on men.
[Doc] Um... Karla...?
[Karla] Hello Doctor.
[Phoenix] Ruffles feathers and gives Karla a critical eye-
[Helm] - peers around Sammn, who just sighes.
[Karla] Did I miss the excitment?
[Doc] No, I don't think so, who's your friend?
[Karla] That's Chester. Cp worked on him.
[Chester] From the grass-I got thumbs!
[Doc] Does some more hand waving as xe talks- I'm not sure who's aquainted... But this is Dr. Karla Emmerich and Chester. Does the phoenix have a name yet Sammn?
[Sammn] Ah, not that I've figured out. I've tried asking a couple different names, but they ignored it all so far.
[Karla] You said something about a ritual?
[Sammn] - nods and heading into the hole. Helm falls in behind. - Got a bit to get down to the area, but yes. It took me a bit, but I've gotten a set of glyph circles crafted so I can talk to it.
[Phoenix] Flies along behind them-
[Chester] Manages to get up and scoots nervously down a wall backwards-
[Karla] Is weirdly silhouetted from thelight of the massive gun she's so effortlessly carrying.
[Doc] Do you have to take that everywhere?
[Karla] It gets lonely...
- They head down for a few minutes on a simple staircase cut into the rock. Finally it levels out, down a narrow hallway and opens into a large room. One wall is covered in furnaces, brewing stands and several anvils. The other is lined with chests. On the table in the center, there are random potions, some redstone torches and 3 bowls of liquid. -
[Phoenix] Settles down on top of an anvil-
[Karla] Interesting setup. No idols?
[Chester] ooh. Nice and warm in here.
[Sammn] - heads over to the table, grabbing the torches and her knife. - Not needed. The glyphs hopefully should do the trick.
[Helm] - starts packing up the 3 bowls, laying a piece of leather on top to act as a lid. Once they have all three, they head out a doorway in the opposite wall.
[Doc] I hope you didn't need me to bring anything special...
[Chester] Whispers to Helm- You doing okay buddy? Humans are odd aren't they?
[Helm] - nods, unable to shift the bowls to free a hand.
[Sammn] No. The chalk worked far better than my bonemeal version. It held together more than a few minutes.
[Karla] Ah, so you are summoning. Didn't you get enough of that working with me?
[Doc] Well it was from a wizard's school....
[Sammn] Not summoning, just containment for an annoying whispering little demon in a spot I want. It knows why my memories are still messed up and I plan on finding out.
[Karla] Gets an evil look- will we be doing an interrogation?
[Doc] I don't like your tone when you say that Karla.
[Chester] We're not doing something bad, are we?
[Sammn] - shrugs - Depends on how it wants to respond. Karla's presence alone may influence it some.
[Karla] Gives a very unsettling grin- Happy to be of assistance.
[Chester] Decides to hide under a table as best as his new form will allow.
[Phoenix] Settles down and tucks it's head away-
[Sammn] - heads into the other doorway, which leads into a much larger room. The whole place is of stone brick, with just enough torches lining the place to prevent most mobs from spawning. In the dead center of the room sits an enderchest, around it are three complexe circles of glowing symbols and redstone. The inner most is black, but glows white. The middle is bright yellow, pulsing softly like glowstone, The outside circle, throbs a deep red in time to a heartbeat. -
[Karla] Interesting arrangement. It looks like you've been doing your homework.
[Doc] Is just staring, a bit used to Dawn's more homebrew approach.
[Chester] Sneaks over to peek into the doorway.
[Helm] - is standing out of the way, worriedly fidgeting -
[Chester] Also fidgeting. He's aquired a small leather vest since Cp's alterations and is pulling on it a bit nervously-
[Sammn] It's not ideal, but should do. Now, simply put: DO NOT CROSS any of the glyphs. It can't do anything but fuss, as long as you stay outside. - points to the outside ring.
[Doc] Loud and clear. I understand a complex mechanisim when I see one.
[Karla] This should be amusing.
[Sammn] — gives everything one last look over before putting down a single Redstone torch, which starts a chain reaction. As the Redstone grid lights, each glyph circle flares brighter. When it reaches the center, the ender chest shakes hard, followed by the lid slamming open. Slowly, a black tendril reaches out. -
[Chester] Very squeaky little scream-
[Doc] Shushes him-
[Karla] Leans forward slightly, her eyes glistening with unwholesome anticipation.
[?] - three more tendrils snake out, each bracing themselves. Giving a heave, a black mass flops out of the chest. Shuddering violently, it's form fills out into a rough black cube, the tendrils attached to each upper corner. A large red eye snaps open to glare at everyone. -
[Karla] Hello again-
[Doc] Little hiss- That looks... not good.
[?] - growls and hunkers down - Damnare potest humanum est, perseverare autem cur vexas nobis
[Sammn] - comes up to the edge of the outer circle - You where told to not use that language last time.
[Doc] Humans? Are present? Vexas means angry right?
[Karla] Rolls her eyes a little at Doc-
[Doc] What?!?
[Sammn] - sighs - Considering how talkitive you have been as of late, you hold your collective tounges now?
[Karla] Have we any more information on the one that helped you escape as a result of that talkativeness?
[?] - glares and rumble/growls - Our words were meant to annoy, not inform.
[Doc] Well that's not very helpful.
[Chester] Are you a new mob?
[?] - shifts gaze over - You speak, little bug? How odd?
[Chester] I'm uh... employed by a Herobrine. It has it's perks.
[Helm] - shuffles back into the doorway, snorting softly.
[Chester] At Helm- Don't get close, it's a mean tentacle monster.
[Karla] That's putting it mildly.
[Sammn] Enough. You will answer some of my questions.
[Wunderwaffe] Weird electrical chattering-
[Karla] Yeeeessss, lets have some questions....
[Doc] We could negotiate, maybe?
[?] - shakes and makes a gurgling slurp sound - What ever does the child think they are? Why would we even consider offering anything of value to any of you?
[Karla] Because we have all the time in the world to pick you apart if you won't cooperate.
[Doc] Easy! Geeze... Look we can get all kinds of things to trade with. We just need information.
[Sammn] - holds out hand, slowly making a fist. As her hand closes, the inner ring shrinks, forcing the demon-thing back into the center. - You can freely offer some answers, or I can put you back in that chest and then put you in the End for a while. You will be alone. Utterly alone.
[Karla] I can think of worse things if my advice is sought as well...
[?] - the red eye closes. On its left side, a blue eye opens. It almost looks normal. The voice is calmer, both several male and female ones, overlapping - For now... we will... atleast hear your questions.
[Doc] Sammn came here running for her life. We need to know if anyone else is out there that needs rescuing.
[Karla] I'd like to know exactly what you are and where you came from.
[Chester] Is anyone else as terrified as I am right now?
[Helm] — squeel-snorts a definite agreement to Chester.
[Chester] Little fist bump for Helm- I think I'm having a hearts attack.
[Doc] Good grief, do you want a potion Chester???
[Chester] No-no! Sorry!
[?] - the eye squints, blinking several times before speaking - Many beings need help, but in relation to her - points a tentacle at Sammn - there is the one she is bound to... Our ill-fated would-be prey. The white eyed man the betrayer promised us.
[Doc] White eyes! Now that sounds promising!
[Karla] Collecting those seems to be a local hobby....
[Chester] Bound? Like a mate?
[?] - shakes and hops around, so the rear eye faces them. A large orange eye with a vertical pupil opens. Lights seems for flicker inside the orange space, and when it meets every one's gaze, they get the feeling that it was seeing through them. - Bound as in, she bares the his sigil. That mark... was why we couldn't keep her.
[Doc] A mark? Do you have a tattoo someplace Sammn?
[Karla] Like what you see demon?
[Chester] I think I'm going to throw up...
[Sammn] - frowns and puts a hand on her stomach - Not a tattoo, a scar, several of them.
[Doc] Scars are easy to remove.
[Karla] At Doc-  Then why do you have two of them on your face?
[Doc] Just... decoration...
[?] - watches all of them, it's mouth curling in a smile - Of course, remove it.
[Doc] Wait, what? I'm just talking cosmetics here! I'm a doctor!
[Karla] Don't, that's what it wants.
[Sammn] No. I'm not sure, but I think it's telling something of the truth. But that's only one of the answers I want. Why, if I am no longer possessed, are my memories not whole.
[Karla] Trauma? If it was something terrible you may have blocked it out.
[Wunderwaffe] Bzzrp.
[?] - hunkers down, slitting it's eye lids so only a sliver of orange is seen - You are not the one we were promised. - it's voice drops an octave, picking up more of them as it talks - You were nothing but a pathetic child, weak and mortal. The White Eyed one... did something that interfered with your death. Death frees the soul, we feast and gain form. But your death wasn't, we were trapped as you were. Only weakened could we control. - it turns to glare directly at Karla.
[Karla] lets out a low mean laugh. - I'll take that look as a compliment.
[Doc] Control? Why? Did you just need a physical form?
[?] Souls... for our... army. Form allows a chance to gather more. - it turns its glare on Sammn - Generals are the best for both.
[Doc] Is chilled- Why do you need an army?
[?] - whispers - We are what we are.
[Doc] Am I talking to myself here????
[Karla] I think you're not trained for this kind of thing.
[Chester] Hugs himself- I think you're evil....
[Sammn] Enough. - squeezes fist, making the ring of glowing glyphs narrow more. The demon-thing hisses, then levers itself up on top of the chest, a writhing ball of hate. - You are trying to distract us and only answered part of our questions.
[Doc] I've gotta have something in here!? - starts turning out things from hir inventory.
[Karla] Nods in approval at Sammn- Maybe you should squeeze them just a bit more....
[?] - hisses and curls itself up tighter - illegitimus filius hominis vermis
[Sammn] Perhaps you need better motivation... - pulls knife and goes over to one of the bowls and flips the leather off, allowing the contents to glow brightly. Dipping the tip of the blade in, she holds it up so the demon-thing can see the white fluid as it drips off. The thing shudders, closing all eyes for a second before the blue one reopens.
[Karla] What do you have there my friend?
[Doc] Whoops! - a small honesty flitter makes a break for it from Doc's inventory and hovers just out of reach.
[Sammn] The closest thing to a Holy Blessing one can acquire, without asking a deity for assistance. - leers at demon-thing.
[?] - it matches her gaze, but doesn't move otherwise - You are as vile as the Betrayer, deceitful child.
-The flitter lazily flaps nearer the circle-
[Doc] Sammn?! Does it matter if it's something above it, or just on the floor?!?!
[Sammn] The glyphs themselves, specifically.  Touching them, can alter them. - doesn't break gaze with demon-thing.
-Flitter flaps nearer the demon thing-
[?] - slowly smiles - Ask your question.
[Karla] Tell us why you need an army.
[Doc] Is her Herobrine in danger?
[Chester] Very quietly- was the betrayer a NOTCH?
[?] - looks at Karla - Even we have those who command us, thus we gather for them.
[Karla] Who is your master evil creature?
[?] - looks at Doc - He has been since the Betrayer failed to fulfill his end of our deal.
[?] - shifts gaze to Chester - Define this Notch?
[Doc] Swears- Does he have a title? I might be able to get sysop assistance if he has a special name.
[Chester] Scary black eyes like a doll, ragged brown shirt and usually a bald head... Ours was a monster.... So large and strong...
[?] - squints at him, then looks over at Sammn - She has a name, although it's locked in her head.
[Doc] Maybe a dream session with Cp or some meditation with TLOT could help unlock that..
[Chester] .... Shrinks, intimidated
[Karla] You were in her head. How can you not know it?
[Sammn] - is watching intently -
[?] We do, but why would we?
-the flitter bats it's wings and makes. Slow circle over the blok-
[Sammn] - walks as close as possible to the outer edge - Cause I can offer you a deal?
[Doc] Careful Sammn...
[?] - smiles - And what would you offer that I would need?
[Sammn] Revenge.
[Karla] Ah my favorite thing...
[?] - it's smile fades and all the eyes open - NOW, that would be something we 'd like...
[Sammn] You call him betrayer, but he trapped you. Used you and then broke his part of your deal. I bet, this one is the same as the other one. The enemy of my enemy.... I will promise that I will try to get you a chance at extracting your revenge on him.
[Doc] I guess we've had worse just hanging around... But no possessing or killing people! I won't stand for it. There are kids here and people with mental issues that don't need the stress
[Karla] I don't think our friend here will find disengaging from the bag nearly as easy as they might think either.
[Chester] Wait ... You're going to let it lose?!?!
[?] - flops off the chest, still staring at Sammn - Only because you were our recent host, do we believe you.
[Sammn] Then you agree, to all of it? Helping me regain my memories, as well as uphold Doc's rules? In return, you shall get a chance of revenge. Yes?
[Karla] Seems almost Disappointed they couldn't torment it some more
[?] - grumbles - Yes, we have a deal.
[Doc] Do you have a name?
[Karla] if they do not: I propose Legion.
[Chester] Would anyone mind if I ran the fuck away at a somewhat undignified speed?
[Helm] - waves from the shadows of the doorway.
[Chester] Looks at the zombie- you mind?!? You're kidding right?!??!
[Legion] - glares at Karla - Lucky guess mortal.
[Helm] - rolls eyes and grabs Chester, pushing them ahead into the outer room.
[Karla] grinning unnervingly- I just had a feeling.
[Doc] I think I'm missing something... A legion is a bunch of soldiers right?
[Karla] in this case it's a conglomeration of demons.
[Doc] OH...
[Chester] at Helm- What is it?
[Helm] - signing - If you want out, it's this way. Just... Stop screaming, please.
[Chester] Oh! Thank you! - there's the littlest scuff of loose pixels as he scrabbles all his feet and he is GONE. Rushing out frantically into the night and back toward Lies house.
[Sammn] - walks to the first glyph circle. A quick shuffle of her foot and the glyph explodes into a shower sparks. The whole circle flares and disappears. She does the same to the next circle. At the last one, she looks down at the blessed knife then repeats the process, dispelling the last circle.
[Doc] Soooo... Hi.
[Helm] - stands there shaking their head at the other mob's behavior.
[Legion] - hops forward, very similar to a slime cube. The green eye is open, scanning everything.
[Karla] At Helm- it's fine. I can get back on my own.
[Doc] is trying to catch the honesty flitter, it's proving a bit elusive.
[Karla] Graciously offers a gloved hand to shake one of the tendrils. - Charmed. And you'll find that I may not actually be mortal anymore.
[Wunderwaffe] happy electrical  chirp
[Legion] - glowers as all the tendrils coil back toward its - Be that as it may, you would not wish to touch us. Not yet, atleast.
[Karla] Ah, just being formal. I will refrain then.
[Doc] Is your form unstable?
[Legion] - Stable enough, for now. We have been well fed during our time within... - whips a tendril at Sammn.
[Sammn] Fed? From of me?
[Doc] What is it with tentacle things and strange appetites?
[Karla] emotions and blood I'd presume
[Legion] Typically, we are formless. Our shape is not our choice. Emotions are usefull, but we told you what we feed off... The child kept us well fed. - hops a little closer to Sammn -
[Sammn] That makes little sense. You said you were unable to take my soul, - eyes it suspiciously - so how did I feed you?
[Doc] Finally catches the flitter and holds the frantically flapping bug near Legion- what did you feed on?
[Legion] Souls.
[Doc] Yeah.. please don't do that here.
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10 Tips For Rebuilding Fitness and Strength After Long-Term Injury, Illness or Atrophy
Maybe it’s an injury that took months to overcome. Maybe it’s an illness that left you bedridden (or demotivated). Maybe it’s simple disuse and neglect that dragged on and on—or lasted your entire life until today. Or maybe you read my recent post about claiming health in later life and want to get back on the road to vitality. For whatever reason, almost everyone will be forced to recover and rebuild their fitness and strength after an extended period of inactivity. But there’s a wrong way and a right way to do it.
Here are some tips for doing it the right way:
1. Do Anything You Can
Isometric contractions in the hospital bed (only if allowed by your doc, mind you). Single leg squats when standing up from the couch with your good leg. Bicep curls with the one arm that isn’t incapacitated. Whatever movement you can muster, get moving.
While it’s definitely “better” to train your entire body, training just a single body part or limb is better than doing nothing. It sends a signal to your body that you haven’t thrown in the towel, that you still need your metabolically-expensive muscle mass.
2. Motion Is Lotion—but Only If It’s High Quality Motion
The quicker you can get back to normal movement, the better. Normal movement, not normal speed. Quality over everything. For instance, say you sprain your ankle. The best thing you can do to recover is to start walking on it with good technique. Once you can walk with good form, however slow you go, get walking. Walk without a limp, even if it’s 1 MPH. Walk without a limp, even if you have to use crutches or a cane to bear some of the load. Don’t roll onto the outside of your bad foot. Don’t splay that foot out like a duck to avoid the pain.
The point is moving—and moving well.
3. Eat Tons Of Protein
Inactivity increases the protein requirement. When you’re on bed rest (mandatory or self-imposed), your protein metabolism shifts toward that of an older person’s—lower efficiency, higher substrate requirements to attain the same result. You need more protein just to stay on top of daily maintenance. Plus, since you’re actively healing and recovering and laying down or repairing tissue, you need extra protein to handle the extra processes.
Eat a good 1 gram protein per pound of lean body mass as you prepare for your return to activity. Consider including whey isolate, as it’s an easy additive source of protein that’s been shown to improve recovery after bed rest and surgery.
4. Learn To Distinguish Between Pain and Soreness
When recovering from an injury or just getting back into exercise, you want to avoid pain. Sharp pains in the joints, strains in the tendons that you feel for days after, a pulled muscle—these are not okay.
But you will and should feel discomfort. Muscle soreness after a session is fine. It’s normal. Burning in the muscle during a session is fine. It’s normal. Pain is not. Avoid pain.
5. Go For Walks
Regular walking is a powerful signal of “abundance” to your body. It tells your body that you’re still in the game, that you’re engaged with the world and have places to be. Walking is also the simplest, most fundamental way to get the blood flowing, get your joints lubricated, and apply a low-level stimulus to your musculoskeletal system. Pretty much everyone can walk.
If you have access to hills, even better. Walk up and down hills as often as possible. A brisk uphill walk is a legitimate way to build strength and endurance.
Work your way up to 5 times a week of 30-45 minutes. Throw on a weighted vest or throw some books in your backpack to add resistance.
6. Do Bear Crawls
Slow bear crawls are a great way to loosen up your joints and prepare your shoulders and hips for more complex, weighted movements. They’re actually a good exercise in their own right, especially if you haven’t done them since you were a baby.
Do these several times a week, preferably in the morning or before workouts, for a few minutes each day. Crawl forward, backward, sideways in a controlled fashion, making sure you feel the movements.
7. Do Balance Work
One basic way to improve balance (or just get more comfortable in unstable positions) is to stand on one foot and slowly sweep the opposite foot across in front of and behind you. Switch feet and do this every day for a couple minutes, or whenever you have down time—standing in line, for example.
You can also buy a 2×4 from the hardware store, place it on the ground, and practice walking forward and backward along it. You get the benefit of balancing on a narrow surface without the risk of falling to your doom.
8. Start With Bodyweight Exercises
Basic movements: knee flexion (squat, lunge, split squat), hip hinge (deadlift, kettlebell swing, trap bar DL), push (pushup, overhead press, dip), pull (pullup, chinup, row variations). You can do just about all of them with bodyweight, with the only one that’s really hard to do without external weights being the hip hinge.
Grab the Primal Blueprint Fitness ebook. It’s free and provides a step-by-step progression for all the movements, from total beginner doing pushups on the wall and assisted pull-ups to experienced lifter doing feet elevated pushups and weighted pull-ups.
9. Consider Finishing With Bodyweight Exercises.
Bodyweight exercises are totally sufficient for most people. It’s all about the amount of work you’re willing to do and the amount of effort you’re willing to give. In fact, I made the case in this post that you could build incredible strength and general fitness simply using bodyweight exercises plus some weighted resistance for the lower body (perhaps, say, my new favorite exercise: the trap bar deadlift and its many variations).
10. Take Fish Oil or Eat Fatty Fish.
The benefits of seafood on recovery and bounce-back-ability are multifold:
First, seafood is a great source of bioavailable high-quality protein—protein you need to recover from whatever sidelined you.
Second, the long chain omega-3s have a potent anti-inflammatory effect that can improve your recovery and speed up your return to normal activity. They reduce pain and inflammation without curtailing the healing process. One study even found that high dose omega-3 intake increased physical activity, maintained physical function, and reduced the incidence of joint replacement in older adults.
Third, the long chain omega-3s also increase muscle protein synthesis, particularly in older adults (presumably with higher baseline inflammation levels). In other words, they make physical activity more anabolic. They improve your ability to build muscle, muscle that you’ve probably lost being injured and inactive.
That’s it, everyone. These are the tips and methods I’ve used to get myself back on my feet after a long layaway, and to help others do the same. If you have anything to add or questions to ask, do so down below. I’d love to hear what worked (and what didn’t) for you. Thanks for reading.
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Arentson-lantz EJ, Galvan E, Ellison J, Wacher A, Paddon-jones D. Improving Dietary Protein Quality Reduces the Negative Effects of Physical Inactivity on Body Composition and Muscle Function. J Gerontol A Biol Sci Med Sci. 2019;74(10):1605-1611.
Alfaddagh A, Elajami TK, Saleh M, Elajami M, Bistrian BR, Welty FK. The effect of eicosapentaenoic and docosahexaenoic acids on physical function, exercise, and joint replacement in patients with coronary artery disease: A secondary analysis of a randomized clinical trial. J Clin Lipidol. 2018;12(4):937-947.e2.
Smith GI, Atherton P, Reeds DN, et al. Dietary omega-3 fatty acid supplementation increases the rate of muscle protein synthesis in older adults: a randomized controlled trial. Am J Clin Nutr. 2011;93(2):402-12.
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10 Tips For Rebuilding Fitness and Strength After Long-Term Injury, Illness or Atrophy
Maybe it’s an injury that took months to overcome. Maybe it’s an illness that left you bedridden (or demotivated). Maybe it’s simple disuse and neglect that dragged on and on—or lasted your entire life until today. Or maybe you read my recent post about claiming health in later life and want to get back on the road to vitality. For whatever reason, almost everyone will be forced to recover and rebuild their fitness and strength after an extended period of inactivity. But there’s a wrong way and a right way to do it.
Here are some tips for doing it the right way:
1. Do Anything You Can
Isometric contractions in the hospital bed (only if allowed by your doc, mind you). Single leg squats when standing up from the couch with your good leg. Bicep curls with the one arm that isn’t incapacitated. Whatever movement you can muster, get moving.
While it’s definitely “better” to train your entire body, training just a single body part or limb is better than doing nothing. It sends a signal to your body that you haven’t thrown in the towel, that you still need your metabolically-expensive muscle mass.
2. Motion Is Lotion—but Only If It’s High Quality Motion
The quicker you can get back to normal movement, the better. Normal movement, not normal speed. Quality over everything. For instance, say you sprain your ankle. The best thing you can do to recover is to start walking on it with good technique. Once you can walk with good form, however slow you go, get walking. Walk without a limp, even if it’s 1 MPH. Walk without a limp, even if you have to use crutches or a cane to bear some of the load. Don’t roll onto the outside of your bad foot. Don’t splay that foot out like a duck to avoid the pain.
The point is moving—and moving well.
3. Eat Tons Of Protein
Inactivity increases the protein requirement. When you’re on bed rest (mandatory or self-imposed), your protein metabolism shifts toward that of an older person’s—lower efficiency, higher substrate requirements to attain the same result. You need more protein just to stay on top of daily maintenance. Plus, since you’re actively healing and recovering and laying down or repairing tissue, you need extra protein to handle the extra processes.
Eat a good 1 gram protein per pound of lean body mass as you prepare for your return to activity. Consider including whey isolate, as it’s an easy additive source of protein that’s been shown to improve recovery after bed rest and surgery.
4. Learn To Distinguish Between Pain and Soreness
When recovering from an injury or just getting back into exercise, you want to avoid pain. Sharp pains in the joints, strains in the tendons that you feel for days after, a pulled muscle—these are not okay.
But you will and should feel discomfort. Muscle soreness after a session is fine. It’s normal. Burning in the muscle during a session is fine. It’s normal. Pain is not. Avoid pain.
5. Go For Walks
Regular walking is a powerful signal of “abundance” to your body. It tells your body that you’re still in the game, that you’re engaged with the world and have places to be. Walking is also the simplest, most fundamental way to get the blood flowing, get your joints lubricated, and apply a low-level stimulus to your musculoskeletal system. Pretty much everyone can walk.
If you have access to hills, even better. Walk up and down hills as often as possible. A brisk uphill walk is a legitimate way to build strength and endurance.
Work your way up to 5 times a week of 30-45 minutes. Throw on a weighted vest or throw some books in your backpack to add resistance.
6. Do Bear Crawls
Slow bear crawls are a great way to loosen up your joints and prepare your shoulders and hips for more complex, weighted movements. They’re actually a good exercise in their own right, especially if you haven’t done them since you were a baby.
Do these several times a week, preferably in the morning or before workouts, for a few minutes each day. Crawl forward, backward, sideways in a controlled fashion, making sure you feel the movements.
7. Do Balance Work
One basic way to improve balance (or just get more comfortable in unstable positions) is to stand on one foot and slowly sweep the opposite foot across in front of and behind you. Switch feet and do this every day for a couple minutes, or whenever you have down time—standing in line, for example.
You can also buy a 2×4 from the hardware store, place it on the ground, and practice walking forward and backward along it. You get the benefit of balancing on a narrow surface without the risk of falling to your doom.
8. Start With Bodyweight Exercises
Basic movements: knee flexion (squat, lunge, split squat), hip hinge (deadlift, kettlebell swing, trap bar DL), push (pushup, overhead press, dip), pull (pullup, chinup, row variations). You can do just about all of them with bodyweight, with the only one that’s really hard to do without external weights being the hip hinge.
Grab the Primal Blueprint Fitness ebook. It’s free and provides a step-by-step progression for all the movements, from total beginner doing pushups on the wall and assisted pull-ups to experienced lifter doing feet elevated pushups and weighted pull-ups.
9. Consider Finishing With Bodyweight Exercises.
Bodyweight exercises are totally sufficient for most people. It’s all about the amount of work you’re willing to do and the amount of effort you’re willing to give. In fact, I made the case in this post that you could build incredible strength and general fitness simply using bodyweight exercises plus some weighted resistance for the lower body (perhaps, say, my new favorite exercise: the trap bar deadlift and its many variations).
10. Take Fish Oil or Eat Fatty Fish.
The benefits of seafood on recovery and bounce-back-ability are multifold:
First, seafood is a great source of bioavailable high-quality protein—protein you need to recover from whatever sidelined you.
Second, the long chain omega-3s have a potent anti-inflammatory effect that can improve your recovery and speed up your return to normal activity. They reduce pain and inflammation without curtailing the healing process. One study even found that high dose omega-3 intake increased physical activity, maintained physical function, and reduced the incidence of joint replacement in older adults.
Third, the long chain omega-3s also increase muscle protein synthesis, particularly in older adults (presumably with higher baseline inflammation levels). In other words, they make physical activity more anabolic. They improve your ability to build muscle, muscle that you’ve probably lost being injured and inactive.
That’s it, everyone. These are the tips and methods I’ve used to get myself back on my feet after a long layaway, and to help others do the same. If you have anything to add or questions to ask, do so down below. I’d love to hear what worked (and what didn’t) for you. Thanks for reading.
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Alfaddagh A, Elajami TK, Saleh M, Elajami M, Bistrian BR, Welty FK. The effect of eicosapentaenoic and docosahexaenoic acids on physical function, exercise, and joint replacement in patients with coronary artery disease: A secondary analysis of a randomized clinical trial. J Clin Lipidol. 2018;12(4):937-947.e2.
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hoosiergal86 · 7 years
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WilSon Scenes 9/13/12
*coffeehouse*
Adrienne: Is there anyone you are interested in?
Sonny: Yeah.
Adrienne: Really?
Sonny: Uh-huh.
Adrienne: Do I know him?
Sonny: You do, yeah. It's will.
Adrienne: Will? [Clears throat] Will Horton?
Sonny: That's not a good look. What's wrong?
Adrienne: I'm surprised.
Sonny: And you're not happy. I see it all over your face. What do you have against Will?
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*Will chasing down T*
Tad: Leave it alone, man.
Will: Hey, hey. I'm just asking. Come on, come on. Come on.
Tad: It's too weird. I'm not talking about you and another dude and whether or not you guys are gonna date.
Will: I'm not--all I want to know is--you said that Sonny was interested in me, right? Is that what he said, though? Are those his words?
Tad: Yes, all right? That he's into you, but you're not into him.
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Sonny: All right, you've had enough time to think of a good answer, so...
Adrienne: Honey, I love you. I love you, and I support you in anything you do.
Sonny: Yeah, but what about will?
Adrienne: I adore will. He's a very sweet young man. He's smart. Oh, he's got a great heart.
Sonny: But?
Adrienne: [Sighs] But he comes with a lot of baggage, don't you think?
Sonny: What, you mean, like, the--the gay thing? I mean, we're--we're both--
Adrienne: I'm not talking about that, sweetheart.
Sonny: Then what kind of baggage are you talking about?
Adrienne: Lucas Horton and Sami Brady.
Sonny: Will's not his parents, so...
Adrienne: No, but he did help Sami and EJ become fugitives, didn't he? And he's lucky he wasn't arrested for that. And might I add--not the first time this year.
Sonny: What, you're talking about the murder charge? Mom, that was completely bogus. He had an alibi and everything.
Adrienne: Sonny, do you hear yourself? Is that the kind of thing you want to say about your boyfriend, really?
Sonny: Well, have you ever thought about what people could say about our families? Both sides, you know. Forget about the Johnsons. What about the Kiriakises? Uncle Vic lives in a guarded mansion.
Adrienne: He has a very respectable business now.
Sonny: Do you hear yourself?
Adrienne: Okay, okay. Our family brings its own brand of dysfunction to the table.
Sonny: See?
Adrienne: But--but that's exactly why I hoped you'd find something less complicated from the man you love. I can't help hoping that you would fall in love with a man who would make your life easier, honey... not harder.
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*Will still chasing down T*
Will: Hey, come on. Can you just wait a sec?
Tad: Okay, look, I told you what you wanted to hear.
Will: Can you hold it, please?
Tad: I'm not gonna sit around and journal about this with you.
Will: I'm not-- all I'm asking is--is, can you clarify a little bit? Because I thought--um, what about Brian, right? I thought--or even Sonny's mom thought that they were a couple.
Tad: I don't have time for this boy drama.
Will: Hey, hey, hey! Okay, you probably think this is sounding too gay, right?
Tad: If the sequins fit.
Will: [Laughs] I got two words for you-- Jordan Yost.
Tad: Come on, that was sixth grade.
Will: Okay, two more words for you--Natalie white.
Tad: All right, she was fine. Even you have to admit.
Will: I had to listen to you pine after her for hours, man. I failed seventh grade algebra because you made me sit in the back and watch Natalie and see if she was checking out the chalkboard or if she was checking out you or--
Tad: Hey, I didn't come up with the seating chart. If I was in direct line with her, I would not have asked you to do that.
Will: [Laughs] Okay. You remember those--those, um... those photos that you made me take for the yearbook? You know, the totally, um, non-posed, casual photos?
Tad: Man, this is cold. This is really cold.
Will: Well, payback is a bitch. So can you help me out? Please? I'll burn the photos, okay? Just--just tell me everything that Sonny said.
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Adrienne: Sonny, I'm not attacking will. You know, he may not be ready for a relationship.
Sonny: Well, you couldn't know that.
Adrienne: I know, but you can know that Brian is not only handsome, he's dean's list, pre-med, and captain of his crew team--
Sonny: Did you get his, uh, height and weight as well?
Adrienne: Oh, well, that wasn't listed.
Sonny: So you googled him.
Adrienne: Please, like you didn't? [Giggles]
Sonny: Mom.
Adrienne: What?
Sonny: You have to stay out of my love life.
Adrienne: Oh, god. You're absolutely right. I'm so sorry. I'm late for meeting your dad.
Sonny: You know, I, uh-- I shouldn't give you this... but you don't have to worry about me and will. He's not interested in me.
Adrienne: Oh, honey. It's his loss.
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Tad: I don't know much more.
Will: Okay. Sonny didn't tell you anything else?
Tad: Nope. I did hear that guy Brian hit on him once, though.
Will: Really?
Tad: Yeah, it was disgusting.
Will: Well, did he--I mean, did they, like--
Tad: Do not make me relive this.
Will: Okay, but was there any, like--
Tad: No, please, please. Come on. Sonny froze the guy out because he's still hung up on you.
Will: Okay, really? You pr--he said that? You promise?
Tad: Yeah.
Will: Okay. Wow. I-I thought I'd blown it with him.
Tad: All right, and I'm out of here.
Will: Wait. Okay. But--but... seriously, thank you.
Tad: Yeah. [Laughs]
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*Will goes to see Sonny at coffeehouse*
Will: [Clears throat] Hey.
Sonny: Hey. How's it going?
Will: Uh, good. I mean, better now. Better now.
Sonny: That's good. I haven't really seen you around lately.
Will: Yeah, 'cause I've been avoiding you a little bit.
Sonny: Look, I'm really sorry about what happened. You know, I-I feel I crossed a line with all the--
Will: No, no. No. You didn't.
Sonny: No, I did. I did a little bit. I shouldn't--the kiss wasn't okay.
Will: That's not what I'm saying. You--you're right about how I reacted, right? But--but--
Sonny: Look, I think everyone has their process when it comes to accepting their identity. There--there is no right or wrong.
Will: No, no, I'm saying I-I couldn't accept it, so that was wrong. And I'm--I'm glad that you called me on it. But that's not--that--I'm sorry. That's not why I'm he--
Sonny: [Laughs]
Chad: Hey, Sonny, uh, will. Glad you guys are both here. Um, I have some big news.
Sonny: Great. What--what is it?
Chad: Popped the question, and Melanie said yes. I'm getting married. [Laughs]
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Will: So, um, wow. Have you set a date or...?
Chad: Um, no, not yet. The only thing that I do know is that EJ will be my best man. And I was kind of hoping that you guys would stand up for me too.
Will: Okay, sure.
Sonny: Yeah, I'd be honored. Are you sure that you want both of us, though?
Chad: Of course. Why--why wouldn't I?
Sonny: Well, will Melanie have anyone else besides Abigail and Gabi? Because one will be the maid of honor, and the only one will be the bridesmaid.
Chad: No, that definitely-- definitely won't happen.
Sonny: Uh--
Will: Why not? Melanie doesn't want a big wedding?
Chad: Yeah, you know, you're probably right. Listen, um... uh, we'll figure it out, okay? I got to get going. I'll see you guys later.
Will: Okay. He was in a hurry. [Chuckles]
Sonny: I don't even know what that was--what that was about.
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Sonny: I don't know if it's, like, just me, but don't you feel that Chad and Melanie are kind of rushing this whole thing?
Will: Yeah, I know. I mean, they--I mean, I guess they've been together for a while, but definitely seems like a major escalation.
Sonny: Yeah, I've never heard them even talk about marriage before.
Will: No.
Sonny: Or, like, getting serious, for that matter.
Will: Yeah, me neither. That's crazy. Well, I guess maybe--maybe I'd miss it because I'm pretty dense at sensing people's... signals and things.
Sonny: W-what do you mean?
Will: Can I talk to you about something, if that's okay?
[Telephone rings]
Will: Uh, no.
Sonny: Okay.
Will: Get it, yeah.
Sonny: It might be the supplier I've been waiting for all day to call me.
Will: Yeah.
Sonny: So just one second. Hello, this is Sonny. Uh, yeah, hey, Brian. What's up?
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Sonny: Yeah, you can--yeah. Just check the showtimes and let me know. Okay, bye. Ah, sorry. What were you saying?
Will: No, it's nothing. Was that Brian on the--
Sonny: Yeah. Yeah, we're gonna go to a movie later. It's like a bunch of us friends, and... it's not a date.
Will: Oh, okay. [Laughs]
Sonny: Why do you seem surprised?
Will: I'm not. You know, the funny thing was I thought that you guys were... together.
Sonny: No, no, we're not together.
Will: I know now. T told me.
Sonny: T? Now he's poking around in my love life?
Will: No. The opposite, actually. Um, I forced him. This is embarrassing. But I forced him. I had some middle-school blackmail material... um, some photos.
Sonny: I don't even want to know.
Will: Won't get into it. But basically, he told me that, you know, you and Brian aren't together.
Sonny: Did he--did he say anything else? Well, of course he didn't say anything else, 'cause I don't have a love life. [Clears throat]
Will: Yeah, so I've heard. You know, the funny thing is that you don't have a love life for the same reason that I don't have a love life.
Sonny: Yeah?
Will: Yeah. So I think we have more in common together than we thought.
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fearofaherobrine · 7 years
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Roleplay Server Log #273
“Polybius...”
[Doc] Emerges from the little portal into darkness and puts hir hands on cold cement. The space is dark and quiet and smells strongly of old paper, fusty clothing, and aging plastic. Xe stands up carefully in the pitch black. The feeble light from hir eyes not cutting the gloom. The doctor strikes a torch and holds it out to see.
-The space is obviously a storage shed and there's the slightest whirr of air to indicate it's being held at the current temperature. Stuff is piled up in every corner. A few boxes of clothing and books with papers shoved hastily into the corners and poking out the tops. And piles and piles of electronics. Some of it looks stolen; car radios with dangling wires, and several of the same fancy coffee makers still in their boxes. The light reflects off a screen and Doc walks towards it. There are three hulking arcade cabinets on the back wall. Nothing xe recognizes, but xe gives a bittersweet sigh to find them here, saved, but not being used as they should be. Xe runs the torch closer, Arkanoid... Street Fighter... Polybius... With a sigh xe turns back to the task at hand. Hoping against hope that the trail xe's been following would lead hir to the prize.
Xe digs through the junk and unearths a plastic tub with several PC towers. They're trying not to make noise extracting it from the mess, but it's difficult.
Behind them, something flickers in the dancing shadows. There's a soft stirring and Doc freezes, putting out the torch hurredly. They have a hand on the box and are still trying to scoot it quietly to the center of the floor.
There's a noise like claws dragging over wood and the Doctor swallows hard- terrified but unwilling to leave hir prize. Xe Looks around, every sense straining. The small light of the brines eyes travels over the boxes and and debris and across the row of arcade machines as xe turns in place and then stops.
Only two screens are reflecting now. One of them is just an empty void. A box falls behind hir and xe bites hir lip in terror, reaching down for the tub of old computers and sucking it awkwardly into hir inventory.
There's the tinest crackle and sound of claws on the cold cement floor-
[Doc] Summons hir statick and turns, ready to fight-
The light illumates a creature much larger then hir, spindly and naked. It's head is a screen filled with small terrified faces that resolve into a single pair of baleful eyes. The hands lift up and there is nothing attatched to them above the wrist. The claws are curled cruelly and poised to slash-
[Doc] Strikes out blindly with hir electricity and clashes with the hands as they fall.
[???] The entity catches hir hands and the resulting expolosion of power injures them both. The creature falls back into the mess and scatters some of it.
[Doc] Is winded and hurt but manages to scramble close to the old tv they used to get in here. They make a portal quickly and start to crawl inside-
[???] Kicks out with clawed feet and slams Doc's ribs as they try to escape.
[Doc] Is punctured by the monsters talons but manages to get away and force the portal closed before collapsing on the sandy beach. Xe's lying there for a long time, allowing hir system to repair the burns and hole before xe gets up and staggers to Dawn's house.
[Dawn] See's hir coming and runs out to meet hir- You look terrible! What happened?!
[Doc] Some kind of monster... I think I woke it up.
[Dawn] That's never good. Have you taken up grave-robbing now?
 [Doc] No... I did loot a storage unit though. I guess that is a type of grave for human hopes and dreams...
[Dawn] That's morbid. Why did you do that?
[Doc] I'm looking for an old Minecraft seed. But the server it was on was very corrupted. - Xe takes out the crate of Pc's - I think one of these may have the save file. But I have to be super careful so I don't spread what was wrong with it. It needs to stay quarantined. And I feel like you're the best person to help me with that- indicates the solar and turbine array.
[Dawn] Oh! You need a battery?
[Doc] Yes, and I'd like to do the exploration here if you don't mind.
[Dawn] Now?
[Doc] No, not yet. I just want you to promise me you won't turn these on. Don't even plug them in.
[Dawn] Absolutely. I'll keep them safe until you're ready.
[Doc] Thank you my friend. I think I'll head home now if you don't mind.
[Dawn] Holds out her phone- Safe journey-
[Ohana] It's fine HG. I just... I.. Probably deserved it... Maybe.... -shrugs a bit and bends down to  dip his hand in the water -... I don't think so... But... He.... He always said...
[HG] I don't think anyone deserves that -crosses the bridge-
[Ohana] Maybe... Maybe not..
[hg] -there are many plants with many textures even cactus-
[Doc] Comes back inside the server and goes down into the lab, gingerly supporting hirself agains the wall.-
[Deer] Is scrubbing the front of Idolus' tank clean- Love?  What happened!?
[Doc] Comes down and sits on the bottom step - I got attacked...
[Deer] Puts down her sponge and swiftly moves to Doc's side- By what?
[Doc] I don't know... it seemed like it was something otherworldly. But it had a square head... I've never seen that irl. It scared me half to death.
[Deer] Hugs Doc- Are you going to be alright?
[Doc] Yeah... I'm just shook up. It felt like... I don't know... like getting stalked by Cp back in the beginning. And when I tried to shock it with my lightning; it backfired and blew up in my face.
[Deer] Kisses Doc's temple- Do I need to give you an examination?  Make sure everything is in working order?
[Doc] Hums contentedly - Maybe...- xe accidently clicks an item out of hir inventory and an apple rolls out-
[Deer] Watches it roll-
[Doc] Turns towards the sound -
-The apple tumbles down the steps and suddenly shoots up in the air as it hits the floor, it bounds off the far wall like a rubber ball and blasts across the table, breaking some of the glassware with a huge crash and pinging against Idolus's tank before rolling to a stop under the table-
[Doc] HOLY SHIT.
[Deer] Yelps and jumps back a little-
[Doc] Just kind of slumps back on the step, hir hearts hammering. - fucking hell...
[Deer] - I'm not sure I want to touch it...
[Doc] Me neither. Now I'm not sure what to do with it...
[Deer] - Why don't we just go somewhere and relax for a bit?  Buff's got Yaunfen so we have some time
[CN] Frantic bird noise as he goes tearing across the ground-
[Glitchy] - Walking with his Lopunny, Altar, at a leisurely pace. Until CN crashes into his legs at a full run- Woah!
[CN] Tries to hide behind Glitchy-
[Altar, Lopunny] - picks CN up and tucks him to her fluffy chest.-
[Firebird] - comes running up, skidding to a stop infront of Glitchy. He doesn't see CN in the Lopunny's arms- Did a brown bird go by here?!
[Glitchy] Went that way. - points off in a random direction-
[Firebird] Thanks. - Takes off that way-
[CN] Curious chirp at Glitchy-
[Glitchy] - waits until Firebird is out of sight to reply- So, what did bird man do to make you run like that, little guy? - turns head to look at CN and Altar-
[CN] Frustrated chirps and wing flaps-
[Glitchy] Annoying you? He seems like the type.
[CN] Affirmative chirp-
[Glitchy] - Gently takes CN from Altar and lets CN sit on his shoulder as they resume walking- I see... Finally got sick of them and ran?
[CN] Huffs and ruffles feathers as he settles down a little-
[Polybius] Is dragging his cabinet down the path to the manor and swearing as he goes.
[Sally] Is playing in the woods with Hoodie-
[Polybius] Puts the cabinet down for a moment and sniffs the air - I hear you. Who's there?
[Sally] Peeks around a tree- Hi!
[Hoodie] Shifts nervously, he knows most of the pasta's but he doesn't believe he's met this one-
[Polybius] Looks down at her - Hello Sally... Is your father around?
[Sally] - Papa's hunting!  But he should be home soon!
[Polybius] Good... I need to speak to him. - He looks at his burnt and floating hands - And probably Locklear... or Ej...
[Sally] - You're hurt?
[Polybius] Shows her his scorched hands. The arcade cabinet has smears of blood from the wood rubbing on them.
[Sally] - Oh no!
[Hoodie] Perks up a little and turns back towards the manor-
[Polybius] Uses the opportunity to rest with his back to a tree.
-A slight static fills the air as Slender appears having returned from his hunt.  The collar of his crisp white shirt is dotted in blood-
[Slender] - Ah, Polybius, it's been some time
[Polybius] I was sleeping off a good full meal... I probably would still be if not for being woken up.
[Slender] - Something woke you?
[Polybius] Something I mistook for human prey. A sneak-thief in a white coat. Maybe SCP?
[Slender] - The SCP is not known for white coats, at least, not outside of their facilities
[Polybius] Then perhaps someone with no fashion sense. - his screen gives an annoyed crackle- Irregardless, they tried to give me a shock and it blew up in both our faces. - shows his hands-
[Slender] Where his brow is scrunches up a little- Tell me Polybius, did they have a glow to their eyes?
[Polybius] Maybe? It was dim and they were carrying an old fashioned torch.
[Slender] - Then I believe I know who you speak of, a curious character known simply as Doctor
[Polybius] They made a hilarious noise when I pounced them at least.
[Slender] - Good, they can also be an annoyance at times
[Sally] Grabs onto Slender's pants- Papa, can I have some cookies?
[Slender] - Certainly child
[Polybius] Not to be an annoyance myself, but can I get some assistance with this? - Indicates the arcade cabinet- I've come a long way.
[Slender] - Certainly- He reaches for it and gently picks it up in his tendrils
[Polybius] Thank you. So what did I miss? Any new creepypastas crop up in the interim?
[Slender] - The Doctor I mentioned?  They've been...  Adjusting things much to my displeasure
[Polybius] Oh? How so? They aren't affliated with the MIBS or some such, are they? Those people are such pains in my ass.
[Slender] - No, they originate from the destructive childs realm...  I actually don't believe you've met the destructive child, have you?
[Polybius] I have not, unless it's a new nickname for an old pasta...?
[Slender] - Herobrine, possibly the strongest of the digital types to exist
[Polybius] Hisses - Even though he is digital, he doesn't like other digital entities- What kind of name is that? And where did he crop up from?
[Slender] - A game known as Minecraft, it's made him very useful when the manor needs repairs
[Polybius] And yet you call him the destructive child? -snorts- I presume it's just a function of Slenders making him clean up after himself!
[Slender] - Within his first week of fully gaining his physical form he blew up half the house, set fire to my woods, cut most of Offender's limbs off, and tried to kill just about everyone in the house
[Sally] - He didn't try to kill me!
[Polybius] Just stares at him in wonder with a little bit of glitching on his screen- Should I just... stay in the woods?
[Slender] - He's not here at the moment, you are safe.  He's calmed down recently as well since gaining his mate
[Polybius] Did you send him somewhere to cool off and he just happened to find a girl?
[Slender] - She was originally his victim, had it not been for a bet he had with the Drowned child, she would probably be dead
[Polybius] Twitches slightly at the mention of BEN- That one I haven't missed... My sense of smell has finally recovered from the last time I was in his presence.
[Slender] - He has found a mate as well, and has had a child with said mate
[Polybius] HOW? Is she nose-blind?
[Slender] - You know pasta's have no control over who their mate is
[Polybius] Sorry... it's just hard to imagine... And with a child...? Let's hope he's better at taking care of a kid then taking proper care of himself.
[Slender] - From what I've heard the child adores water
[Polybius] Breaks into distorted laughter and it clips his screen, the image of his eyes flickering.
[Slender] - Indeed- He opens the door to the manor and motions Polybius inside
[Polybius] Goes gratefully in and takes a deep breath of the familiar space. The air is heavy with the fug of old blood and new-
[Slender] Places the cabinet in a corner- I'll see if I can get somebody to fix it for you
[Polybius] Ah, it needs a coat of new paint anyway. I'll get to it when my hands aren't so raw.
[Slender] - Your room should be as you left it, I'll see which doctors are in the house right now
[Polybius] Thank you. - He looks around for a moment- It's so quiet... Are the others hunting?
[Slender] - That...  Is another thing the Doctor has done, many are now in the digital realm, although Splender is there to help keep an eye on them there
[Polybius] Blinks in confusion - How many digital pastas are there now?
[Slender] Thinks for a moment- There's the three poke pastas, BEN, Herobrine, EXE, BRVR, Jewel, and of course you
[Polybius] Mentally, bitterly, 'Still too many' - So they've all gone back to their silly games?
[Slender] - Strangled is here, but for the most part, yes
[Polybius] Wait... you said Splender is there? How is that possible?
[Slender] - He had a bit of help from a witch
[Polybius] Leave it to Splender to make friends with everyone...
[Slender] - Indeed, he's also acquired a new pet
[Polybius] grins-  I thought Splender getting a new pet was like, a weekly thing?
[Slender] - This one has lasted longer
[Polybius] Impressive. What is it? A pet rock?
[Slender] - A very deadly dragon
[Polybius] I almost asked how he found a dragon, but if he's in the digital realm; they're as comon as Doritos.
[Slender] Gives a mental burst of what Pinwheel looks like to Polybius-
[Polybius] That's deadly? It looks like an angry easter egg. Does it do tricks?
[Slender] It has pit viper venom
[Polybius] How precious. Ah Splender... nothing can turn that smile upside-down.
[Slender] - Oh I've seen it frown before
[Polybius] Waves a hand - You know what I mean. - His gesture splatters a few drops of fresh bood on the rug-
[Slender] Slight sigh- Come, let's get you patched up
[Polybius] Sorry sir. -follows
[Slender] - It's nothing new- He heads upstairs and knocks on a door with a raven painted on it
[Locklear] Opens the door, he's sans his usual plague doctors mask and the dark circles under his eyes are very evident- Yes?
[Polybius] Ah, Locklear, it's been a looong time. How have you been?
[Locklear] - Well, are you in need of anything?
[Polybius] I got electrocuted...
[Locklear] - Then please come in, I'll gather my supplies
[Polybius] Respectful nod to Slender and goes into the room-
[Locklear] Motions to a chair while he opens a cabinet and pulls out bandages, cleaning supplies, and antibiotics-
[Polybius] Lays his hands on the table and walks several feet away to sit in a nearby chair. The hands remain lying there like curled and bloody spiders on the table, occasionally flexing a hooked claw.
[Locklear] Goes over to the table and begins cleaning the wounds carefully- I'm surprised your awake right now
[Polybius] Yesss... The last arcade I infiltated was rich hunting grounds. So many foolish children. I think some of them will never want to play again. I found what I thought was a quiet place to sleep.  But I guess no place of storage is safe from thieves and explorers.
[Locklear] - Did they manage to take anything?- He's applying the antibiotics
[Polybius] Nothing that was mine. Just a box of old computers. One human's trash is anothers treasure I supppose.
[Locklear] Snorts in amusement-
[Polybius] Wiggles a finger as Locklear touches it. - It sounds like there's been quite an exodus from the house. How did you escape getting caught up in it?
[Locklear] - Whatever it is that's spreading, the main carriers are BEN and LJ, simply avoid being touched by them
[Polybius] Spreading? -he seems genuinely concerned- Are they leaving because of a disease?
[Locklear] - I'm not entirely sure, but if it were incredibly serious, I'm certain the slenders would tell us
[Polybius] One would hope... they may be strange, but they do protect us...
[Locklear] - That they do- He finishes wrapping up the hands and brings them over to Polybius
[Polybius] Leans forward and the hands float back to him and settle on his spindly knees- Much appreciated - Is there anything else.... I should know?
[Locklear] - Just take it easy for a few days, let the wounds heal completely
[Polybius] I intend too.
[Slender] He has prepared a snack for Sadly who is happily eating it at the table-
[Sally] - Papa?
[Slender] - Yes child?
[Sally] - I want to visit Splender
[Slender] - I'm sure it can be arranged
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