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fanfictiondreamscape · 3 years

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Rescue Cat

Request: hello, i was wondering if you could do some headcanons for Yuri Plisetsky and his reaction when his s/o brings home a cat that she rescued? thank you & i hope you have fun writing this

Title: Rescue Cat

Genre: fluff (literal and figurative aha), comedy, maybe a lil romantic (m a y b e)

Pairing: Yuri Plisetsky x GN!Reader

Notes: This made me so happy to read and receive, I have to say. It’s been a while since I felt comfortable enough to write something, and I’ve been dealing with a block as of late, so this was the perfect thing to come by.

Otherwise, I found that this would lead to some pretty funny antics, so I am going to enjoy writing this! I hope you all enjoy this, and to the requester - thank you so much (even if I’ve already said it)!

Below the cut!

this boy loves cats, doesn’t really bother hiding it either

if he really wanted to, he’d probs avoid wearing so many cat prints in daily life

but really, in this moment, he questions why

when he came home from practice today, he only expected to finish the night by watching some videos on his laptop and laying with Potya

it was when you came by that everything that night kind of turned upside down

‘hey yuri, i’m coming by w some food for you! see you soon bb <3′

that was the text he received from you before a knock on the door was heard

he got up (reluctantly) and got to the door and the image made him freeze

like, yeah, it was cute, and he was glad that you had surprised him with food, but-

why tf did you have a speckled cat in your arms as well?

“uh, why do you have a cat?”

“huh? oh! i found this cat on the side of the road, and it seemed to be cold and hungry, so i took it home.”

cue the pause

“why is it here right now, though?”

“i was told that we can’t keep the cat at my home, so i thought i’d ask yo to watch the little thing.”

cue another pause

“come inside, idiot.”

thus, you do - cat, food, and all.

he’s still staring at the cat

and he does think it’s adorable

but still - why?

you enter and set the food down on a nearby counter, and reposition the cat in your arms

“can i set her down? would you mind it?”

“ah-”

yet another pause

(and no, i won’t stop)

“yeah”

you put the cat on the floor by your feet, and it strays behind your feet, observing the scenery behind you

he entered the kitchen, and watched the scene in front of him

you were watching the cat with a gentle look on your face, and the small animal was making figure 8s between your legs, watching and learning about the new environment

it was so domestic

and he couldn’t look away from it

you took notice, of course, and could have sworn there were literal hearts in his eyes.

“how are those heart eyes, baaby?”

that was what broke him.

that word.

that...pet name.

baby.

“what the hell was that for?”

you ugly laughed, snorting and all, and proceeded to crouch down to pet the speckled feline.

“you had heart eyes - i couldn’t help it!”

his already red cheeks only got redder

“whatever...”

“anyway, i don’t know what to name her. if you can even take her in. is that alright, Yuri?”

he looked away from the scene (you were petting the cat - yay domesticity!) and huffed

the imagery of you and the cat, and that look in your eyes, and the hopefulness in them - all of it was too cute

with all that in mind, how could he say no?

“yeah, yeah, whatever.”

you looked at him from your crouched position, seeing his red face and the pout

you laughed yet again, getting up and giving him a tight hug

(you just love to make the boy short circuit, don’t you?)

he scrambled to get away from you as soon as you did it, but death grips exist

you let go of him after about a minute or two of ‘thank you’s and ‘i owe you’s

following that, the two of you settled and ate the food you brought over

the rest of the night, Yuri eyed the new cat

the cat noticed and jumped on his lap, though

Potya sat on your lap across the table, and you had a perfect view of the new addition nuzzling their head into Yuri’s hand

after actually concluding that the new environment isn’t absolutely horrible, of course.

it was your turn to have heart eyes, though Yuri was too caught up in the soft fur to notice your gaze on the image

“Yelena.”

“huh.”

“did you name the damn cat yet?”

“um...no, not...yet...”

“Yelena, then.”

you raised an eyebrow at his statement, watching as he continued to let the small cat nuzzle his hand.

“yeah, Yelena.”

from that day forward, Potya and Yelena were there to keep Yuri company

sometimes you came along and spent time with him and the cats.

when you weren’t there, though, crazy stuff happened.

at one point, Yelena managed to get stuck in a cabinet in the kitchen area

Yuri tried to retrieve her, but just when he was about to catch her, she dived from the upper shelf

she landed just fine, but she landed on Yuri’s chest and he tumbled to the ground clutching her to his chest.

another time, she had an energy boost

she was running around the house, tackling small things on the ground

even gnawing on some of the shoelaces to his sneakers

(he was annoyed, though they were just shoelaces)

even managed to trip over the edges of the rug and the clothing articles in his room that littered the floor

Yuri was chasing after her, and eventually managed to trip over the clothes on the floor in his room as well

he was lucky to have landed face-first on the pile of his bedsheets, to be frank

Yelena got lost in the mess, though, and he had to look for her

he tried everywhere he could think of but the cat was nowhere to be found

until he felt something slightly heavy land on his back

he fell into the mattress once again.

you never believed him when he told you of these events (and many more), but that cat had your heart

it made him a little jealous, but he was able to get over that since him watching the cat made you happy

and that’s all that he could ask for.

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milkywinnie · 4 years

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"𝐈𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧" || Prince Zuko

𝟎𝟏 | 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 (4,213 Words)

"Yay! Aang's back!" The children cheered as Sokka turned his feisty glare off of your figure, and onto Aang's instead. "I knew it! You two signaled the Fire Navy with that flare! You're leading them straight to us, aren't you?" Sokka raised his voice, walking towards Aang with his boomerang in hand.

"Sokka, listen, these accusations aren't gonna get us anywhere." You tried to reason with the hot-headed male, but he wasn't having any of it. "These two didn't do anything. It was an accident!" Katara stated, defending the both of you. "Yeah, we were on the ship and there was this booby trap and well..." Aang trailed on, trying to find the best way to explain his case.

"...We "boobied" right into it." He chuckled awkwardly, rubbing his clothed arm. "Katara, you shouldn't have gone on that ship. Now we could all be in danger!" Gran Gran scolded Katara in disappointment. "Don't blame Katara! I brought her there," Aang admitted in a quiet voice. "It's my fault..."

"Aha! The traitor confesses! Warriors, away from the enemy!" Sokka cackles with pride, directing the children towards Aang. "The foreigner is banned from our village!" You watch as the children begin to surround the guilty Aang in the middle of it all. Becoming defensive, you rush to his side to aid him. "Hold up, he saved both you, Katara, and me! Why would he do that without a motive?"

"You see, Sokka? You're making a mistake." Katara snapped, joining into the conversation. Sokka's muscles tensed as his jaw clenched in frustration from Katara's stubborn attitude. "No! I'm keeping my promise to Dad. I'm protecting you from threats like them!" Katara flinched slightly at the mention of her father, but it only made her drive to protect both you and Aang stronger.

"Aang is not our enemy!" Katara proclaimed loudly, motioning her hand in his direction. "Don't you see? Aang's brought us something we haven't had in a long time. Fun." Aang smiled sadly at Katara's desperate attempts, glad to know that she cared enough to keep trying to protect him.

"Fun? We can't fight Firebenders with fun!" Sokka retaliated with intellect. You sighed, knowing that he wasn't in the wrong for being so cautious around newcomers. 'It's a dangerous world out there... I can't blame him for acting like this, but still...' Though you didn't want to admit it, you mentally knew that Sokka was right.

"You should try it sometime." Aang smiled cheekily from his witty remark, causing you to suppress a laugh. "Enough! Get out of our village. Now!" Sokka demanded, not caring to find anything else about either of you. "My boat was destroyed in the storm! Besides, I con't go home now, I need to get help from Aang! The world depends on it!" You exclaimed, with an undertone of rage filling your chest.

"Grandmother, please, don't let Sokka do this." Katara pleaded with a hopeful gaze on her grandmother, who merely shook her head is disapproval. "Katara, you knew going on that ship was forbidden. Sokka is right. I think it best if the airbender leaves." Gran Gran sighed, looking away from her granddaughter.

Katara scoffed, rushing up to your and Aang's side. "Then I'm banished too!" She announced, guiding you both by the wrists away from her village. "C'mon guys, let's go!" You looked back to Sokka, who was pointing in your direction with a scowl set on his face, but his eyes said his true emotions - fear.

You knew this was wrong, and as the eldest, thought that it was best to step in to prevent a impact, yet regretful choice. "Katara, no." You pulled your hand away from the younger girl's palm. "What? I'm going to the North Pole with Aang to find a waterbender!" Katara huffed, continuing to walk alongside Aang.

"Katara!" Sokka calls out to her, which for a moment, makes her halt her movement. "Would you really choose him over your tribe? Your own family?" Katara places a palm over her chest, he heart becoming heavy with guilt from that statement. "Katara, listen to me." You instruct, making your way over to her.

"As spiteful as you wanna be, and travel the world, don't do it like this, don't put this kind of stress onto them, your family," You explain, being cautious with how you choose your words. "Don't make a decision that you'll live to regret. You're a smart girl, and I don't want you to wind up in that position."

Suddenly, her arms wrapped around your waist, taking you into a hug, once that was like the time the two of you met, though the situation was more heartfelt. "She's right, Katara. I don't want to come between you and your family." Aang walked over to Appa as he began to get him ready to soar. He looks over at you with his grey eyes, asking, "Do you need a lift?"

You nodded, parting ways from your hug with Katara, and boarded the flying bison. "So, you're leaving the South Pole? This is goodbye?" Katara stumbled on her words, feeling tears swell up in her eyes. She was aware that she didn't know these two individuals for a long period of time, but you both gave her a sense of hope.

In this instance, during this time of crisis and destruction, was the thing she desperately clinged to. "Thanks for penguin sledding with me." Aang thanked her, though his sad tone was obvious to notice. "Where will you two go?" Katara whispered softly, hearing her own sorrowful voice crack.

"Guess I'll go back home and look for the airbenders," Aang simply thought, now realizing that at some point, he'd have to return home. "Wow, I haven't cleaned my room in a hundred years. Not looking forward to that." He joked quietly to himself, using a gust of wind to airbend himself onto Appa's head. "I'll probably continue wandering around for a while, since I now know what I need." You hummed, hopping on top of the dark brown leather saddle that rested upon Appa.

"It was nice meeting everyone." "Yes, you all have been very kind people to allow us to stay, even if it was for a scarce amount of time." The two of you showed your gratitude, despite being forced to leave. You believed that taking the kindness of one's soul for granted is not a toll you'd want to pay, even if they deserve a little sass or backlash for their actions.

"Let's see your bison fly now, air boy." Sokka rudely taunted, causing you to shoot him a grimacing glare. "We're already leaving, ponytail. No need to get your panties in a twist." You quipped, observing how his teeth gritted from your rebuttal, but refused to acknowledge your statement with a response.

"Come on, Appa, you can do it! Yip! Yip!" Aang grabbed the leash that guided Appa. The large mammal rumbled, but raised to his feet. "Yeah, I thought so." Sokka bragged, chuckling to himself. You had to resist the urge to smack him right across his pretty face.

All of a sudden, a little girl rushed to Katara's side, reaching out her small hands to the boy in front of you. "Aang! Don't go! We'll miss you!" Her whimpers were muffled through Katara's bottom skirt, but her pleas were clear.

Your heart clenched at the sight.

One thing that you hated - no, despised to see was a desperate, teary-eye child staring out to you. You were definitely aware of the fact that she wasn't talking to you, but it still had the same effect nonetheless. "I'll miss you too." Aang turned over to Katara for one last glance, smiling at her as if say, 'I'm sorry.' Her long, dark brown hair flowed through the breeze, caressing her tawny skin.

"Come on, boy." Aang broke his gaze, turning to continue leading Appa down the road. You waved, the bitter feeling of a farewell crossing between both you and Aang.

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"You know, I kinda liked Katara and even Sokka too. It's a shame that we couldn't stay longer." Your voice faltered, feeling uncertain as to the events that had occurred. The icy plains were flat and barren, showing no remorse nor feeling of warmth to anything within its terrain, but icicles, and crafted ice sculptures roamed and claimed the area. "Yeah, I liked her too." Aang sighed quietly to himself.

The familiar sound of gears churning, then smell of burning coal filled your nostrils and the rumbling grounds that shook Appa slightly made you know immediately that the Fire Nation ship that you had seen before was approaching.

"Aang, a Fire Nation's ship is heading in the direction of the village!" You warned, placing a hand on his shoulder, and pointed a finger in the direction of the ship. "The village!" Aang uttered out in surprise, sliding off of Appa's back. You followed his movements, knowing the haste of this dire situation.

"Appa, wait here!" He declared, turning his face to you. "I'll go check on them!" You shook your head, refusing to let him to this on his own. "No way in hell I'm gonna make you do this all alone. I got your back." You reassured him, clutching tightly onto your fan. "Whoa! You fight with that thing?" Aang observed closely squinting at the metal fan in amazement.

"You'll see in battle. Now, let's go!" You winked, sprinting ahead of him, and in the direction of the battleship.

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"H-Holy sh- I mean crap!"

You screamed from the top of your lungs, feeling your internal organs churn as the feeling of both fear and adrenaline pumped your heart. You held the penguin tightly to your chest as you literally flew within the sky. "Hold on tight!" Aang cheered, losing his focus, and becoming distracted from the situation at hand.

"Y-Yeah, I'm aware!" You grumbled to yourself, but buried your face into the feathers of the penguin, not wanting to watch your descent and possible crashing into the stone cold grounds.

But you didn't.

Instead, you felt your shoes glide against the ground as the penguin slid after Aang's, knocking over the enemy in front of me. The male fell to the ground with his butt sticking up in the air. Temptations took over you after a mischievous idea popped into your head after seeing his helmet scrape against the floor.

"Everyone, feast your eyes on this!" You watch the crowd of people spectating burst into a fit of laughter as you placed the vacant helmet on the soldier's butt. "Hey Katara. Hey Sokka." Aang greeted, waving his hand awkwardly to the two as Sokka groaned, "Hi...Aang. Thanks for coming." You hopped off of the penguin, feeling the dizziness from after soaring through the sky.

"Thank god we made it!" You smirked, turning your face to the aggressive set of men lined up in front of you. "How dare you..!" One of the guys seethed, staring harshly into your core with his feisty amber eyes. You felt your blood run cold at the sight of him, your stance faltering and the confidence that had once course through your veins just.. Drain out.

"It's you..." He paused, regaining his senses as he stared you down with his cold eyes. "[Name], the infamous, rouge gypsy, who was profound for her... Vulgar dances." You felt your throat grow dry as the heat pooling from your [s/t] skin rise exponentially. [E/c] irises glaring sharply, you muttered, "Prince Zuko, what a pleasant surprise. Though you ridicule me, I thought you were rather fond of the sight."

"Yes, we finally know your name!" Aang breathed out a sigh of relief, releasing the breath that he had inhaled and held for far too long. "[Name] from the Fire Nation!" Sokka yelled, raising his defenses. "So you were the scoundrel behind all of this!" "For the last, damn time, Sokka, I AM ON THE RUN!" You yelled in frustration, causing Sokka to shrink up.

"Okay, enough! He's looking for me, anyway!" Aang silenced the surrounding noises as Zuko's eyes widen in amazement. "You're the airbender? You're the Avatar?" Zuko raised a brow, pointing at the younger boy as the two siblings stared in disbelief. "Aang?" "No way." You had to scoff slightly. 'Wait... I thought Katara knew too, or maybe she just went along with it...'

In the end you decided to ignore the whole astonished moment, before realizing the fight had transitioned even further, with Aang and Zuko moving in a circle as the village surrounded the pair, creating an arena-like area for the two to duel.

"I've spent years preparing for this encounter. Training. Meditating. You're just a child!" Zuko jeered, while at the same time managing to boast about his own improvements. "Well, you're just a teenager." Aang shrugged. Feeling offended, Zuko began to shoot fire blasts, one after another. Aang struggles to dodge each attack, trying to maneuver past as many as he possibly can.

At some point, Zuko's flames rose, scattering amongst the perimeter, and nearly managed to reach the defenseless audience. Aang cries out from the backlash of the fire as you rushed towards the villagers, trying to shoo and defend them from the blaze, but you realized that you couldn't save them all. "No..!"

In that moment, Aang becomes fully aware to the fact that he couldn't save everyone and knew that he had to put a stop to the potential dangers that threaten everyone else. Aang holds his hands up in a surrendering notion, pleading, "If I go with you, will you promise to leave everyone alone?"

Zuko pondered for a moment, before his eyes flickered over to you. "I want her as well," Zuko, rather bluntly, ordered. "She has been a wanted gypsy in the Fire Nation for the longest time." Your thoughts were in shambles, possibilities of this situation going wrong flooding your brain, but even you knew that protecting the people was Aang's, no, the Avatar's priority, and you wanted to follow that path.

"Fine." You sighed, tucking the fan back into your bag. Reluctantly, you allowed the soldiers to cuff your smaller wrists together, securing them tight in front of you. "Aang, [Name], don't do this!" Katara shrieked, rushing forward to the both of you. "Don't worry, Katara, it'll be okay," Aang calmed the frightened girl, giving her a heartfelt smile.

Impatiently, the soldiers shove him harshly, notifying him that it was time to go. "Take care of Appa for me until I get back." Before you were able to state your mind, you were shoved into a secure room, only being able to see the tears that stained Katara's eyes.

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Your hands were strung against the cold, metal wall as your cloak was forced off of your body, revealing your attire. The black and crimson patterned silk formed a tank top, with a long cut in the middle, dividing the cloth by two along with two strings being tied around your neck. The back of the top formed a criss-cross, before connecting with the bottom line of cloth. Along with the top, two armbands were wrapped securely around your arms.

On the other hand, the pants hung low, exposing part of your stomach as a matching piece of the crimson cloth from the top was used as a tribal cloth, being tied over the pants as it hung, scraping against parts of your bare skin where parts of the pants are cut by the hip, revealing your smooth, [s/t] skin.

"Man, I hate this..." You grunted, attempting to reach for your wristbands, before Zuko's voice halted you. "[Name], a mere refugee who came to the Fire Nation with her parents to help fight the war, yet you left when you were old enough. What's the deal with you?" You looked up to his him closing the door to cell. He turned to face you, his eyes always being the one thing that makes you for a loss for words, scorching you with all of the pain they had witnessed on their own.

"It's none of your business, Princey." You dodged the question, glaring at the teen in front of you. Zuko clicked his tongue in disapproval, making his way closer to you. He watched as your figure tried to squirm away, unknowing to what he was planning to do, and knowing that it startled you. One of his hands grasped onto your chin, forcing you to face him as you growl in discomfort, but feeling a warm heat rise to your cheeks.

"Well, it doesn't matter what you won't tell me, because you'll be confessing your crimes to my father in due time." Zuko sneered back, tightening his grasp on your chin. That part made you chuckle slightly. "I have committed no crimes. Your family has been the fault of all the chaos conspiring around my people, so I left to make things right."

Zuko scoffed at your statement, but words failed to come through. It was almost as if he agreed, knowing that everything not only going around in the Fire Nation, but in the world was wrong, but those facts were hindered by his desire to obtained what was stolen from him.

You had to sympathize with him for that.

Before he could speak his mind, a soldier's voice announced in a pained tone, "The Avatar has escaped!" You fought the urge for a smile to appear on your face as Zuko's hands moved away from your chin and rushed out of the door. Part of you hated to admit that you missed the warmth that his hand emitted, but you got your priorities straight, and began to reach through your armbands, once more to grab your pick lock key that is always hidden away just for occasions like this.

Easily, the key picked at the metal chains that had encaptured you, before releasing them. "Thank god..." You sighed, rubbing your red wrists, before rushing out the door. You couldn't tell where Aang was located, but decided to go towards the upper deck of the ship to see some soldiers, who were unaware of your presence.

Stealthily, you approached them from behind, pulling out your fan as you created a string of fire, guiding it swiftly, before launching the fire across the soldiers' vital points.

Once they saw you, they rushed forward for the attack, but you kicked one of them down, allowing you to dodge the ambush, before closing your fan to create a blade, so that you could leave tiny, yet deep cuts on the exposed parts of their bodies, leaving them to tumble.

Hearing more footsteps, you got into your defensive stance, ready to attack whoever, until you noticed that it was Aang running over here with Zuko on his trail. "[Name]!" Aang cheered once he spotted you up ahead as you waved in his direction. "Aang, glad to see you're okay." You smiled, but before he could reach you, Zuko grabbed his foot, pulling him down to his level, so that they could square off.

You looked up, trying to see what was going on, until a familiar creature showed up right in front of your eyes. "It's Appa!" You grinned, waving up towards the distance to see Sokka and Katara controlling him to meet up with the two of you. While Aang was distracted from the sight, Zuko tried to shoot a fire blast at Aang to which he, thankfully, dodged.

Aang begins to advert to escape, making his staff into a makeshift helicopter to escape the several streams of fire blasts aiming in his direction, until he his shot down into the water. "AANG!" You yelled out, rushing towards the edge to where he fell. "Aang! Aang! AANG!" Katara cried loudly looking down at the surface. Strangely, the water began to glow a white hue from within the water, with Aang rising with a mighty whirlpool forming around him.

The tornado of water began to surround Aang as he swirls towards the ship at an amazing speed, breaking the surface of the ship as the towered high with the storm of water. Zuko looks up at the ship, dismay and fear in his eyes as he watched the scene go down. Aang manages to land on the deck, his eyes and the arrow mark on his head still glowing, and bends the water from the column around him in circle. You watch as Aang unknowingly releases it, and it expands outward in a shock wave that blasts Zuko and his men overboard.

"Did you see what he just did?" Katara gasped, turning to Sokka as he cheered, "Now that was some waterbending!" As happy as you were to see them, your concerns were more focused on Aang, who was wobbling as he was about to fall face first, before you rushed to catch him, as his head rested on your shoulder. Katara and Sokka notice his, as they hurry to retrieve him. "Aang! Are you okay?" Katara called out as Aang's eyes lightened up at the sound of her voice.

"Hey Katara. Hey Sokka. Thanks for coming." Aang wearily joked, before commenting, "And thanks for catching me, [Name]." "Well, I couldn't let you have all the glory." Sokka chuckled, patting his back softly before Aang looked to his side, realizing that something was missing. "I dropped my staff." Aang softly states. "Got it!" Sokka reassures Aang as he ran to pick up his staff.

As soon as Sokka manages to pull it up, he was shocked to see Zuko on the other end. Panicking, Sokka begin to hit Zuko with the bottom end of the staff, knocking him off the other end, but manages to grab onto the anchor's chain. "Ha! That's from the Water Tribe!" Sokka taunted, rushing over with his staff.

The guards that you had previously fought began to rise up again as the began to surround the three of you. Katara began to try to move the water in a whip formation to attack them, but only ends up freezing the liquid beneath them, trapping their feet, so that they would be unable to proceed any further. Unfortunately, Sokka was caught into her plan as his feet were also trapped as well.

"Katara!" Sokka groaned out, trying to chop away at the ice with his boomerang. The guards began to rise as Aang, Katara, and you made your way on to Appa. Katara defended her brother's defenseless state by freezing the water over their feet once more. "Hurry up, Sokka!" Katara warned as Sokka grumbled some incoherent words to himself, but managed to free his feet, so he could run up to Appa, holding tightly onto his tail.

"Yip yip! Yip yip!" Sokka commands, causing Appa to rise and to begin soaring within the sky. "Shoot them down!" Zuko orders his army, but the group was already in the distance, successfully managing to escape the chaos of the Fire Nation.

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The four of you were now flying through the clouds, the baby blue sky giving a more peaceful scenery to relax. You sat near the front next to Sokka, while Aang and Katara talked about somethings, until Katara's question about Aang being the Avatar caught both of you and Sokka's attention. "Because... I never wanted to be." Aang mumbled, the topic being rather sensitive for him.

"But Aang, the world's been waiting for the Avatar to return and finally put an end to this war." Katara urged, leaning forward as the sunlight beamed proudly above. "And how am I going to do that?" Aang sighed sadly, looking up with a confused, almost lost expression. "According to legend, you need to first master water, then earth, then fire, right?" You brought up, joining the conversation.

"That's what the monks told me." Aang piqued, as Katara's eyes brightened in hope. "Well, if we go to the North Pole you can master waterbending." She clapped her hands together in joy. Aang's expression lightened up as a smile began to cross his face as he offered, "We can learn it together!" Katara hummed, "Sokka, I'm sure you'll get to knock some firebender heads on the way."

Sokka's eyes became somewhat in a dreamy state as he exasperated, "I'd like that. I'd really like that." You giggled as Katara became curious of your own motives. "What do you want to do, [Name]?" Your [e/c] eyes glazed over with uncertainty as you simply stated, "Freedom. I want freedom for me and my people." The three were in awe with your goal as Katara declared, "Then we're in this together."

"All right, but before I learn waterbending, we have some serious business to attend to," Aang's tone became serious, before he pulled out a map, pointing to various locations. "Here, here, and here." You sighed at the sight undergoing.

'This is going to be a long journey...'

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[NOTE]: Hello, lovelies! I hope you all enjoy this extremely long chapter! The update did take awhile, but I hope it was worth the wait! Please make sure to like, comment, and share this story to others who may enjoy it as well, and I hope to see you all in the next chapter!

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poppibranchlover · 4 years

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Nine Lives, One Fight - Part 31

The story: Deep in the forest of Troll Town, there lies a mysterious tiny purple mushroom that has a secret magical ability. King Peppy calls this mushroom forbidden for all Trolls to go near it. One day, while Branch is out in the woods doing his survival research studying, he encounters it and, not knowing it is a regular mushroom, decides to harvest it and bring it home. But in the next morning, its magic effects transform him into a small blue cat! After being sent to the animal pound, his girlfriend, Poppy, finds him and decides to adopt him, although not recognizing it is Branch. Desperate to finish his research project due for a special event invented by Poppy, Branch is forced to learn how to behave like a pet cat and must figure out what caused him to become one.

You already seen what had happened in Part 30. Now get ready for Part 31!:

Back in his pound room, Branch sat alone in his cage, thinking about how will the rest of the caged animals agree with his speech. He sighed and looked up at the lock that held the mesh door, hoping to figure out another way to escape.

He knew his freedom speech was supposed to work, but it didn’t seem to. Laying down with his tail folding his body, he closed his eyes before he would have no choice but to wait until he gets euthanized.

Suddenly, his cat ears straightened when he heard knocking on the pound door. Metal door knocking.

KNOCK!!! KNOCK!!! KNOCK!!!

Branch raised his head and stared at the door. A moment of anticipation crept over his face. “Huh? Poppy, is that you?” he asked, clearly hoping it was Poppy who is coming over to pick him up again.

But when the door opened, no one was there! Branch suddenly got confused. Where is Poppy? He couldn’t dare to see anyone absent near the door!

As he was about to lay down again, Branch heard paw-steps. Little paw-steps approaching toward him. Crouching back in fear, he hoped those stepping sounds don’t belong to Garth, Clayton or any other Troll.

Instead, he saw two familiar rabbit ears sticking out from outside his cage. He recognized those ears!

Wiggles popped out from below to greet his friend. “Hey, kid! I came to save you!" he said cheerfully, holding up the keys that he stole from the coat rack.

Branch was delighted to see that his little bunny pal was okay. “Wiggles!” he said, relieved. “It’s so good to see you again!” He nuzzled him through the bars.

“Me too! I just don’t want to lose you again,” Wiggles replied, nuzzling him back. Then he went on to explain something very exciting. “But good news, I found the purple mushroom that cursed us in the middle of the dump!”

Branch jumped up and down, thrilled. “Wow, cool!” he exclaimed happily. “That’s exciting news! I can’t wait to be a Troll again!”

“YEAH, ME TOO!!!” Wiggles crowed.

Branch and Wiggles pranced around, celebrating their success on retrieving the Archaeo morphisis mushroom while cheering at once.

“Oh, yeah! YES!!!” Branch cheered. “WOO-HOO!!!”

At the same time, Wiggles happily yelled “YAY!!! Oh, ho ho ho! YEAH!!!”

They grinned at each other. Suddenly, Branch realized that something was missing. “Wait. Where’s Poppy?” he asked. “Is she looking for me too?”

Wiggles’ face fell. Choosing his words carefully, he said “Well, bad news is that Queen Poppy is out there looking worried sick!”

Branch was surprised when he listened to him carefully. Now he realizes that Poppy is already desperate to look for him.

“She cares a lot about you, Branch, and she doesn’t want a cat,” Wiggles explained with a deep sense of emotion. “She misses you when you were a Troll. She's your love person, and you are the perfect guy for her.”

Branch silently hung his head as this explanation stung straight into his mind. After all that he’d been through, he had been ashamed of his own mistakes. Now that he had learned from them, he knew exactly what to do. Poppy really needs him, and she couldn’t live in a world without him because he had been very helpful to her in all these times.

Branch looked down at Wiggles through the cage bars. “I never thought of it that way,” he said. Then he went on to replay in his mind the events that had led him here. “I’m sorry about not listening to you, Wiggles. I got so carried away with time that I put myself at great risk.”

Wiggles gave him a sad smile. “That’s alright,” he told him. “Mistakes can happen, and this is why I feel concerned about you.”

Branch smiled, touched and grateful at his words.

Wiggles looked up at the window in the ceiling and saw that some of the stars in the night sky were disappearing. He turned back to Branch with a brave look on his face. “I never thought I’d say this, but we’re really running out of time!” he said. “The sun will come out soon, and I need you to get you out of here before you become completely cat!”

“Right!” Branch answered as he looked up at his cage lock. Now it is the perfect time for him to escape!

“Wiggles, climb to the edge of the cage and unhatch that lock!” he commanded.

“Got it!” Wiggles picked up the keys in his mouth, climbed up the edge of Branch’s cage and quickly chose the right key to fit the lock.

He shoved the correct one in the lock and turned. CLICK!!! The lock sprang open!

Branch shoved the cage door aside, and he scrambled out of it. He smiled and jumped around, happy to be free!

“YEAH!!! WHOOOOO!!!” Branch cheered and laughed, circling around the floor with excitement. Thanks to Wiggles using the keys to release him, he was glad that he was finally out of there.

“I’ll never worry about visiting here ever again!” he told Wiggles with a wide grin.

They bumped paws and giggled. “You’re truly right!” Wiggles agreed. “Let’s get out of this place and turn you back to normal!”

Then he hopped his way to the door, with Branch trotting after him.

Wiggles gestured to it as they prepare to make their way out to reunite with Poppy. “There’s the door to freedom!” he said. “Come on, Branch!”

Unfortunately, he saw that Branch isn’t moving. Instead of following him out, he had his head facing the trapped pound animals.

“Branch?” Wiggles asked, concerned. “Branch, what’s wrong?”

He didn’t answer as he focused his gaze on all of the stray animals helplessly locked in their cages. In the right corner, he can see a tiny chihuahua whimpering and looking up at him with big sad puppy dog eyes.

Beside the chihuahua’s cage on the right, a tall tough-looking Doberman was whimpering and looking at him too.

Staring longingly at all of the animals’ sad faces, Branch soon realized what is going on with them. They were completely moved by his motivating speech that they all want the desire for freedom.

Touched by their reactions, Branch looked away from them and sighed. He couldn’t bear to see them like this because he had ever seen their good side inside themselves. Now that the animals have listened clearly to him, he needed to make a decision on how to release them all.

“Hey, Branch!” Wiggles called out to him. “You’re going or not?”

Branch slowed down and paused for a moment, wondering what to do next. Then he straightened his throat up and took a deep breath. He walked towards Wiggles near the door.

“Wiggles, wait,” he advised him. “I know what it needs to be done. We can’t just leave them here!” He gestured to the animals in their cages.

Wiggles was conflicted. He didn’t want Branch to disobey him again. “What are you talking about?” he protested. “We don’t have enough time! Poppy needs you!”

“Just give me a chance to do something!” Branch declared, taking back his words. He didn’t have enough time to explain everything because the night sky will be disappearing soon. Still, he managed to explain some more. “I’ve seen all their love for Trolls inside them. Now they need to gather all the courage to break free and mend the bond with their masters. They couldn’t stand being helpless in here.”

Wiggles took a deep breath as he studied his face and saw his desperation and his weariness.

“Please, before we lose any time now,” Branch begged. He didn’t mind the time at all because he wanted the animals to be free so that they can escape the pound easily.

Wiggles gazed up at him for a moment. Then he nodded, agreeing that he was right. They began to look around for something to release them.

“Try using the keys! I think that will get them out of here!” Branch suggested.

Wiggles shook his head. “Sorry, kid,” he said. “If I use the keys, it’ll waste any time now. Try looking for something quicker enough!”

Soon, Branch spotted a control panel on a wall beside the door. It had two buttons; one is colored green, which allows all of the cages to open quickly, and the other was colored red, which locks the cages firmly.

An idea struck Branch, causing him to lit up with determination. “Aha!” he said triumphantly. “Now that looks like a good escape plan!”

As he was about to make a jump for the control panel, he and Wiggles heard footsteps from outside the door!

THUMP-THUMP! THUMP-THUMP!

“Someone’s coming!” Wiggles hissed.

“Quick! Hide!” Branch found a large crate nearby and made a run for it. He hid behind it, and Wiggles did the same.

They kept hidden just in time before Clayton swung the door open, allowing an old Troll woman to enter the pound and select an animal to adopt.

“Okay, ma’am,” said Clayton. “Pick a pet and it’s yours.”

The stray animals in their cages tried to act normal as the old woman walked forward, humming a tune that seemed difficult to hear.

Branch looked around the room. This was a disaster. How will he be able to let the animals escape with the presence of Trolls in the pound?

Then he had another idea. One big, crazy and stupid idea. He looked at the old woman, and then he glanced up at the control panel.

“On my cue, I’m gonna scare that woman and reach for the buttons,” he told Wiggles quietly. “Prepare for the countdown.”

Wiggles didn’t like this idea at all. “What? Don’t you dare count!”

But Branch was already on the move. He began to count down as he peeked out of the crate. “Three, two, one…”

At “one”, Branch sprang out from the crate and lunged for the old woman. He hissed and snarled loudly and angrily at her, causing her to scream and fall back in fear at the sight of him!

“HIIIIIISSSSSSSS!!! MEEEOWRR!! MEEEOOOWWWRRR, MEEEOOOOWWWRRRR, MEEEOOWWWRR!!!” Branch screeched wildly, raising his furry rump high in the air as he continued scaring the old female Troll. “MEEEEOOOOWRR!! HIIIIIIIIIIISSSSS!!! MEEEEEOOOOWWWW!!!”

Frightened, the old lady staggered backwards. She accidentally faced her back to the Doberman’s cage. Inspired by Branch’s bravery, he growled and barked loudly at the woman! She screamed again.

“WOOF!!! WOOF!!! WOOF!!! WOOF!!! WOOF!!! WOOF!!! WOOOOOF!!! WOOOOOOOOFFF!!!” the tall black dog barked in a wild manner.

The female old Troll tumbled away to a corner near the little chihuahua’s cage. It barked wildly in a tiny voice. She screamed for a third time and backed away to the corner, feeling trapped at the overwhelming commotion of wild animals.

“ARF!!! ARF!!! ARF!!! ARF!!! ARF!!! ARF!!! ARF!!! ARF!! ARF!!!” barked the tiny chihuahua.

“HELP!!!” the old lady Troll cried out to Clayton, who was shocked when he saw all the animals making a huge fuss around the room.

“WOOF!!! WOOF!!! WOOF!!! WOOF!!! WOOF!!! WOOF!!!” went all the dogs.

“HIIIIIISSSSSSSS!!! MEEEOWWRR!! MEEEOOOWWWRRR!!!” all the cats roared with their intense screeching.

Clayton couldn’t believe this was happening. “Crikey? What’s going on?!” he stammered. “All the animals have gone mad!”

As the rest of the strays distracted the Trolls with their commotion, Branch saw his chance to get to the control panel and sprinted towards it. He leapt up and pushed the green button with his paw.

BEEEEEEP!!!!

The button brightened with a green color when it got pressed. After the beeping noise emitted from all over the room, the cages quickly swung open!

“HEY!!!” Clayton yelled, horrified at all of the deactivated cages.

Branch ran forward in the middle of the room, giving the animals escape orders. “ALL RIGHT! EVERYBODY OUT!!!” he commanded.

Motivated, all of the animals burst out of their enclosures and quickly ran to the door, thrilled to be free.

“JAILBREAK!!!” the Doberman announced as he sprinted out into the door with the rest of the strays.

Many dogs, cats, birds, bunnies, mice, hamsters, fuzzy bug critters and more stampeded toward the door and out towards freedom, making their loud noises with delight.

ARF!!! ARF!! ARF!!! AWOOOOOOOOO!!! Meeeeeeeeoooooowwww!!! Meeeeeeooowww!!! Meow! Meeeeeoooowww!! GRRRRUNNNTT!!! RAAAAWWWRR!! WOOOF!!! WOOF!! MEEEEOOOOWWW!!! EEEEEEPPP!!!

Clayton tried to catch every single one of them, but they were too fast for him. He watched in horror as the crowd of animals charged past him and exited the pound. Branch and Wiggles followed them out and joined the rest.

Outside the animal shelter, Poppy stood alone, holding the Archaeo morphisis mushroom in her hands. She was waiting for Branch to be released from the pound with Wiggles’ help as she thought how was the progress going.

“Come on, Branch,” she muttered. “Please be okay.” She looked back at the entrance of the building, wishing there were some other option. But she couldn’t come up with one. As she searched for something to help release Branch...

ARF!!! ARF!! ARF!!! AWOOOOOOOOO!!! Meeeeeeeeoooooowwww!!! Meeeeeeooowww!!! Meow!

Poppy’s ears raised up when she heard noises. Animal noises. She turned around and stared at the entrance, wondering what is going on in there. “Huh? What was that?” she asked.

As Poppy was about to enter the building, a stampede of stray animals knocked her away! She tumbled to the ground, overwhelmed by the large group of critters escaping the animal shelter and charging out of town and into the woods.

Poppy got up on her feet and watched them go. She couldn’t believe her eyes.

“They’re all free?!” she asked in disbelief. “But how?!”

Staring at the rogue animals heading for the woods, she saw a familiar tip of blue Troll hair amidst the crowd.

“BRANCH!!!” Poppy screamed, cupping her hands around her mouth.

In the herd of fleeing animals, Branch was running along with them when his ears twisted to the left to hear a familiar cry.

“Branch! BRANCH!!!” Poppy’s shouts filled in his head. “MR. TICKLE!!!”

At the sound of his pet nickname, Branch stopped running and raised his head. He turned back at the sound of her voice and gasped, realizing that she does want him back.

“Poppy?” he shouted, charging his way past the crowd of animals to run towards her. “Poppy, I’m coming!”

As the last batch of escaping critters ran past Branch, he gathered all his speed to reunite with Poppy in open arms. “Meeeeoooww!! Meeeooww!!” he called out, desperate to be safe with her.

“Come to me, Branch!” Poppy cried, smiling widely as she threw her arms out wide to embrace him.

Suddenly, Garth and Clayton burst out of the building, wielding their animal-capturing weapons. They were very upset that all of the animals have escaped.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Poppy protested as they came near her. She wanted to get to Branch right away.

“Your Majesty, step aside!” Garth shouted, standing firmly in his spot.

“We have a rogue jailbreak!” Clayton added, holding up his net. “Stay clear of the area, ma’am!”

Horrified, Poppy watched as the two Trolls ran toward Branch, ready to capture him once and for all.

When Branch saw the Animal Control officers coming for him, he quickly made up his mind. He screamed as he turned and ran into the woods, completely disappearing into the distance with the two angry Trolls chasing after him.

“Come here!” Garth yelled as he ran after the poor little cat. “You’re not going anywhere this time!”

Poppy reached out her arm as she tried to catch up with them. “No, no! Don’t hurt him! That’s my friend!” she screamed. Her eyes were filled with tears of fear. Seeing Branch running far away from her with Garth and Clayton on his tail, she redoubled her energy, trying (and failing) to do something.

“NO!!!” she screamed again. She couldn’t just leave him behind to be captured again! But Branch didn’t stop, and neither did the Animal Control workers.

“BRANCH!!! Branch, come back! Leave him alone!” she was screaming and crying, watching helplessly as Branch and the Animal Control officers vanished into the darkness of the forest.

“BRANCH, NO!!!” Poppy couldn’t help crying out in anguish for her boyfriend. She screamed out his name again, but he was already gone. This couldn’t be happening.

“No, no...” Poppy murmured sadly. She hid her face in her hands, the tears now streaming freely down her cheeks and she sobbed quietly. She couldn’t believe Branch is not able to make it to her. Standing in her spot near the animal shelter, she cried even harder just as storm clouds began to appear in the sky. How will she be able to get to Branch now?

Suddenly, after what seemed like eternity, Poppy heard DJ music from behind her. Looking over her shoulder, she saw her friends riding on DJ Suki’s wooferbug.

She was surprised to see them. “Guys? What are you doing here?” she asked.

“Poppy! Get in!” Biggie said hurriedly.

“We’re gonna go after him!” DJ Suki told her, riffing up a beat in her giant blue bug. “We all know what happened to Branch! Let us help you, Poppy!”

All of Poppy’s friends gave her their best reassuring looks on their faces. She smiled at them, touched by their arrival. Deep in her heart, she knew she was never alone without her best friends in Troll Village. Now all they needed to do was catch up with Branch and stop the Animal Control officers from taking him away again.

“Quickly!” Guy Diamond cried, looking up at the dark sky. “There’s no more time left!”

Poppy understood. She climbed up the wooferbug to join her friends. Then DJ Suki turned up the music, and the bug carrying the Trolls in its back sped off on its way to rescue Branch.

The chase was on!

To Be Continued...

Stay tuned for Part 32!

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ao3feed-bakudeku · 4 years

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by takeonbrii

Ever since Izuki was a little girl, she dreamed of becoming the number one hero, just like All Might. However, the universe seemed to not give a fuck and told her to deal with it. It sucks being an omega, always seen as the weakest gender, not only that but she's also quirkless, like why? Until she experiences canon hero academia events, how will she handle it all? Basically, if midoriya was a girl in omegaverse going through canon bnha. yay

Words: 1651, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, Multi

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Original Characters

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku

Additional Tags: Female Midoriya Izuku, Omega Midoriya Izuku, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Bakugou Katsuki, Really Slowburn, Like really slow, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, I have no idea what I'm doing, I just thought of different scenerios with genderbent izuku but now im writing a full fledged fanfic, what, Light Angst, I don't know how to write dark angst aha, yeah - Freeform, Angry Bakugou Katsuki, but not that angry more of a simmering pot on the edge of bursting, i might change tags later because these look stupid to me right now, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

#ao3feed #fanfic #BnHA #Boku no Hero Academia #My Hero Academia #Bakugo Katsuki #Midoriya Izuku #ao3

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bending-sickle · 4 years

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Quarantine Tag, tagged by @cargopantsman

Are you staying home from work or school? - I’m unemployed so...both? Neither? Either way, up until today only the most essential workers were allowed out of their homes. Today they’re letting some industries back on, like construction and metal...something. But yeah, we’re on total lockdown, whoo!

If you’re staying home, who is there with you? - My parents and the kids. By kids I mean snails and other assorted invertebrates, all chilling happily in their terrarium, blissfully unaware of everything. Also plants. Also the local swallows are finally back so they’ve been singing and will be nesting in front of our kitchen window soon. Yay babehs!

Are you a homebody? - A h’what?

homebody /ˈhəʊmbɒdi/ noun informal North American - a person who likes to stay at home, especially one who is perceived as unadventurous

Welp I mean certainly not the latter. Do I like to stay at home? Yeah. Do I also like going out? Double yeah. Have I slowly gotten used to not going out or seeing people because [insert a decade of life-going-downhill fuckery]? Also yeah. But that doesn’t mean I like it.

But I mean yeah in general I’m pretty cool with staying home. But, aha, this is not In General times.

An event that you were looking forward to that got cancelled? - My dad was going to go to Mexico sometime around now, and that meant less parental strife, so that was going to be a plus. Also I was finally in a mental space well enough to start looking for a job again and maybe being able to get out of this situation but no, that’s... Yeah.

What movies have you watched recently? -

Last one I watched was Mis Fisher and the Crypt of Tears and I was bored and disappointed. And I rewatched Dawn of the Planet of the Apes and the veneer was gone and it peeved me off at every turn like, is everyone an idiot or what? But generally I haven’t been watching movies lately

What shows are you watching? - Archer is giving me life. (I’m on season 7 and started only like a week before quarantine). I’m also sloughing through My Country: The New Age because every episode is an hour and half or thereabouts and there is so much backstabbing and intrigue and I’m just like what the fuck is going on?! and then they went off and killed the one pure cinnamon roll so like goddamn.

I was also watching The Walking Dead and Grey’s Anatomy but they’ve run out of episodes that were finished before post-prduction shut down because of, well, everything.

So at the moment my weekly appointments are Bob’s Burgers (who have been on a three-week break like I didn’t need them in my life), How to Get Away With Murder (which is full-on cray), Killing Eve (premieres tomorrow), Last Week Tonight, (John Oliver in his home telling jokes to silence), Outlander (which is on season 5 and has been pissing me off since season 2 so I’m just spite-watching at this point), Westworld (where my watching experience has two modes: bored or confused).

Also so much YouTube.

What music are you listening to? - I put New Order’s "Confusion” (Pump Panel Reconstruction Mix) (a.k.a. That Song from Blade’s blood rave scene) on repeat yesterday for ages. Also been listening to my old mixes of “Songs I put on Repeat in [Insert Year].

Also whatever’s come on while listening to No Dogs in Space, a music podcast going through the history of punk, band by band. Currently on The Damned.

But yeah, currently not a lot of music in my life.

What are you reading? - I continue to have a reader’s block but I’ve been working through (my third reread of) World War Z by Max Brooks, because of reasons.

What are you doing for self care? - Watching Archer (giggling is good), walking circles on the terrace (only it makes me super dizzy but if I try to do static exercise inside the house I’ll scream), sitting in the sun on said terrace, embroidery (but only projects that can be easily and quickly finished; I’ve put the Massive Cross Stitch aside because progress was painfully slow and I just could not stare at a blob of colour and try to figure out if there was more than one shade of green in it. My soul for that pattern to have colour symbols), writing, occassionally learning Chinese (app: ChineseSkill; I can now figure out things like That woman is drinking one cup of red juice) or Korean (app: Drops; I now know how to say...hamburger), reading the aforementioned, and listening to podcasts for that immitation of social interaction (In Research Of and No Dogs in Space are especially delightful, and The Babysitters’ Club Club continues to be The Most Wholesome). And not watching the news so much because goddamn. Also bothering my friends online because hi.

Tagging @seschat, @beenworkingonacocktail, @chaosvizier, @nuingiliath

#things you might have noticed about me #reasons why cargopantsman is awesome #randomness

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the-arcana-randomness · 5 years

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Shot story: Hangover

As requested by @starblazerm31

- What happened when Asra and Julian went drinking at the Rowdy Raven? -

Vesuvian nights are special. That’s what a lot of people say. Especially summer nights. That’s when the streets are full of cheerful people during the day and when they light up with exquisite magic during the night time. Tonight was one of those nights. The Moon already started to push the Sun out of the way and the city started to light up one street at a time.

“Just because I’m going with you to the Rowdy Raven doesn’t mean I’ll be drinking with you, know that”, Asra was nagging Julian as they were leaving the house.

“You honestly need to relax and let loose a little”, Julian brushed off Asra’s comments.

“Nothing good ever came from ‘getting loose’ with you”, Asra said with a condescending smile.

“Relaaaaaaax, it’s going to be fun, you’ll love it”, Julian reassured Asra while putting his arm around him.

“Yay” Asra said with a blank face and then let Julian drag him down the street.

When they arrived at the Rowdy Raven it was already getting pretty full. Julian managed to haggle with the bartender for a good table. They didn’t even sit down and the waiter started bringing them drinks.

“Here ya go Doc! Ya favorite”, he muttered while being half drunk himself. Asra looked at the drinks on the table and then at Julian with a smile.

“What?” Julian blinked at him. Asra just chuckled to himself and turned his head to the side.

“Nooothing~”

“Here”, Julian put a drink in front of him.

“Oh, no. I told you I’m not drinking with you tonight.”

Julian looked at him with puppy eyes.

“NO!”

“Oh come on just one drink! It’s the summer festival, everyone is having fun and you’re the only one in Vesuvia being a party pooper…”

“Only one. Sure.”

“It’s just one drink. I know you can handle your alcohol, you won’t even feel it.”

“Uhhhhh, fine. If it will get you to stop bugging me, I’ll have just one.”

And everything after that… was a blur.

The next morning was peaceful. The sunshine sneaked in through the window and settled right onto the face of a passed out Asra on the floor. He opened his eyes slightly and barely got up to a sit.

“Ouuuuuuuuuugh… aaaah… “ he was moaning in pain and holding his head.

“Julian you’ll pay for this…” he muttered under his breath. After carefully stretching every limb he got up to change what was left of last nights’ clothes on him, all the while yawning and massaging him temple. He walked out into the living room to see Julian spread out over the couch. The whole house was a mess with clothes, bottles and other things scattered around. It looked like a hundred people were there.

“I hope you wake up with a worse hangover than me, you bitch”, Asra smiled lovingly.

He went to the kitchen to get himself a big glass of water to start curing the hangover. He stood at the sink, poured a glass of cold water and started drinking it right on the spot. He turned his head to the little window and spat out the water from his mouth when he saw a familiar bird sitting on the window looking straight at him.

“C-c-camio”, Asra whispered.

“TROUBLE TROUBLE”, Camio screeched at Asra and flapped his wings aggressively. Asra dropped the glass and run to Julian on the couch.

“JULIAN WAKE UP”

“Uhhhhh…” Julian was barely responsive.

“WAKE UUUUUP!” Asra shook him.

“Mmmmmh, what?” he mumbled and turned to the other side to continue sleeping.

“C-a-m-i-o is in our damn house!” Asra was trying to be quiet not to entice Camio to start being loud and mean.

“… huh?”

“LUCIO’S BIRD IS IN OUR KITCHEN”

Since Asra shouted Camio took it as an invitation to fight so he started flying around the kitchen and making screeching sounds. Julian suddenly “came to life”. He jumped up to a sit and rubbed his eyes in disbelief. There they were, Asra and Julian, both with messy hair, dark circles under their eyes and one hell of a headache, staring down one really expensive and really angry bird.

“What. The. Fuck.” Julian said slowly not to upset Camio.

“Yeah ‘what the fuck’ is right” Asra growled at Julian. They got up really slowly and locked themselves in the other room. Asra was just staring Julian down.

“What?”

“What do you mean what?! That’s Lucio’s freaking bird”

“Yes I know!”

“Oh, none of this would have happened if I didn’t let you talk me into drinking”

Julian looked around them.

“Looks like it was one hell of a night”, he smiled. Asra shot him a serious look.

“What do we do about the bird?”

“We’ll just take it back to the palace, don’t worry”.

“I. Worry.”

“Don’t. Worry. Let’s get some breakfast, clear our minds and try to regroup.”

“Hmm… I agree, we need to figure out what happened last night.”

They both quickly got dressed and sneaked past Camio out of the house, making sure the bird couldn’t escape while they were out. They made their way to the market to get some pumpkin bread for breakfast from the baker.

“You look like hell”, Julian laughed at Asra.

“I feel like that too”, Asra couldn’t hold back a laugh.

As they were walking down the street Tilde the leech monger walked up to them.

“There are the Vesuvian legends! How’s the head boys?” she greeted them with a laugh. Julian gave her a quick hug and Asra managed to nod her way.

“Uuuuf, you got it rough kiddo”, she said to Asra.

“Don’t mind him too much Tilde, he’s just in a bad mood”, Julian tried to smooth over the situation.

“Yeah, after what happened last night and the unimaginable hangover you two must have, I’d be in a pretty bad mood myself”, she smiled.

“WAIT?! You were there? You saw what happened?” Asra woke up in the moment.

“Do you know something about a biiiiird?” Julian said careful not to give anything away if she ended up not knowing what happened.

“You mean Count Lucio’s cockatoo Camio?!”

“AH! YOU DO KNOW!” Julian flailed his hands dramatically.

“ARE YOU KIDDING?! The whole town is talking about it!” Tilde laughed loudly.

“C-can you… would you mind telling us what happened?” Asra asked nicely.

“Oh, boy you don’t remember anything, do you?” Tilde asked. Both of them shook their heads.

“You drank A LOT more than I thought then. Hahaahahaha! Of course, I can tell you everything”, she added.

“Would you like to join us for breakfast then?” Asra gave her an attempt at a charming smile which just came off really tired.

“Sure”, she continued down the street with them.

“So, where’s the bird now?”

“He’s in the house, we just don’t know how he got there”, Julian explained.

“Oh… You stole him”, Tilde stopped.

“WE DID WHAT?!” they screamed in unison.

“I saw you both in the Rowdy Raven around midnight last night and I came up to say hi. You guys were already quite drunk. Julian was jumping up on tables and Asra you were just laughing uncontrollably. I joined you since it looked like you were having a lot of fun and ooooh boy was I right. After a few more drinks at the Raven, the bartend started kicking people out he wanted to close down. Since everyone booed him, Asra you climbed up onto the table next to Julian and invited the whole tavern to your house for an after party”, Tilde was explaining the events that lead up to the kidnapping of Lucio’s bird.

“I… I did what?” Asra’s face went ghostly white.

“Ooooooh, that’s why the house is so messy”, Julian added. Then Tilde continued her story.

“After everyone arrived to your house it was complete madness. Music was loud, people were undressing and the drinks were strong. Everyone was either: dancing, singing, making out or gambling in the corner. Then, Julian suggested we play truth or dare…”

“AHA I knew it was your idea!” Asra turned to him.

“Stop! Listen to the story”, Tilde continued.

“Julian wanted to play truth or dare and so it was. That’s when you, Asra, dared Julian to steal Lucio’s bird from the palace”.

Asra’s face changed to all the colors of the spectrum. Julian looked over to him with a smile.

“Oh oh oh… what was that? Whose idea was it again Asra?” he started to tease.

“Hahahaahahaha you are legends, the whole town is talking about it. But if I were you, I’d hurry and bring Camio back to the palace. I heard Count Lucio is very angry, looking for him everywhere”, Tilde added.

“Oh shi-! Do you mind if we go right now?” Julian asked.

“Sure, we can take a rain-check on the breakfast” Tilde winked and left them with a swift goodbye.

“Let’s take this damn bird back…” Asra muttered. Julian grabbed his hand and ran back home.

They managed to get Camio home safely, without Lucio catching them, but it was a battle to grab him first. Upon returning home they jumped over the mess in the house and just plopped down on the bed together and fell asleep.

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Prompt #9: Hesitate. Let’s Be Reasonable 4

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20009857/chapters/48893213

4. There’s Always Something

Clack! Shiiiiing! Thud.

“Oof!” I fell for a feint, at which point Foulques promptly knocked me off my feet, aimed his spear-tip at my throat and withdrew.

“Again!” he commanded, settling back into ready stance.

It was the fourth bout already. The sun was starting to rise higher in the sky, and it was getting hotter. We were training in the fields of Central Thanalan. There was a job in Halatali that we were picking up together, but it would be some time before we needed to be there, so he told me to meet him outside Ul'dah, and well, here we are.

Three minutes later, despite my best efforts, I was once again eating dirt. I got up again. Yes, it was making me sore. No, I didn’t care. As a black mage it was fine if I stayed put, but as a lancer I needed to stop doing that.

“Again, please?” I asked this time. He paused to take a swig of water and raised his spear.

So we went at it again. I think this time I might have lasted a little longer. He signaled me to stop. “Take a breather. The last thing I need is for you to pass out from this Twelves-damned heat.“

"Ok." I leaned against a large tree and took sips from my canteen.

Some minutes later we were at it again. We settled into a familiar rhythm, dancing to the beat of wood and steel clashing.

Or, it would have been a dance, had I not been so clumsy. A second’s hesitation, the indecision of which direction to pivot, and I received yet another stinging bruise on my leg.

"Don’t hesitate!” Foulques’ admonishment cut through the haze of embarrassment. “Hesitation is the sign of cowardice. I did not take a coward as my pupil.”

“Yessir!" I raised my spear again.

Don’t think. Just do it.

Predictably, I got knocked flat on my back again- but he didn’t seem as disgruntled this time at least. I think that time was better. It took longer, or at least felt longer.

“Better.” Foulques clipped his lance to his back, signalling the end of the training session. “Let us be off. I would see how you will fare in an actual fight.”

Some bells later with my nearly getting lost on the way to Eastern Thanalan, we found ourselves in front of Halatali. I’d been here before, some weeks ago when I was practicing combat thaumaturgy, but, well, being a gladiator’s ring, there was always something in here for anyone that cared to try.

There were a few other groups of adventurers- a few healers, a few tanks, quite a few of the quick-moving fighters and a sprinkling of mages. It seemed like this one was going to be a big job. Someone whose name I didn’t know stood in front of the crowd, explaining that, in the midst of preparations for an exhibition, a large number of the beasts had gotten loose. It was suspected to be sabotage, so the sponsor of the job, in a very predictably Ul’dahn way of conducting affairs, had moved the event up. They also decided that the participants would include adventurers. Whoever could clean out their part of the arena the fastest would receive a prize on top of the compensation for coming out at all.

Foulques, apparently, already had his eye on a specific part of the arena. “Come,” he said, nodding towards the center of the pit. “We take the heart. Skill and courage cannot flourish without an appropriate challenge! Anything less is a waste of time.”

“Yes! Right behind you!” I had to jog to keep up with him. I’ll be honest, I have some misgivings. I hope the beasts won’t be as huge as the Lord of the Bramble Patch, but who am I kidding? They’ll probably be bigger. Not that it would be anything new. Giant beasts are part of the lifestyle. Maybe what I’m worried about is-

No. No hesitation. It’ll be fine. Foulques is here, so it’ll be fine- and if it gets bad enough, I have my magic. The fire will answer my song even if my tool isn’t quite right.

We waited in the sand-covered pit in the center of Halatali with three other sets of adventurers, waiting for the monsters we were set to defeat. We didn’t have to wait long as a small herd of various creatures ranging from aggravated aldgoats to enraged biasts poured out of the entry tunnels.

And so began the battle. We ran wild, all of us adventurers- and I was glad for the training he gave me this morning. It was as much of an exercise to avoid my colleagues as it was to avoid the blows of the beasts we faced. The aldgoats fell quickly- their patterns were predictable, after all. The biasts were a bit more difficult, but nothing terribly difficult.

“Is there nothing more ferocious than this?” Foulques remarked disdainfully as he felled a biast.

“Novelty wore off?” I asked as I struck one down.

“After the second one,” he replied.

GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!

“…Well, looks like you got your wish.” I made my way over to him, scanning the area for the owner of the roar. I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me when I saw what it was.

See, I was expecting a scorpion-thing, like Graffias. Or maybe a succubus, like what they had in Haukke Manor. No, we didn’t get either of those. Our entire group got a large and rather angry dragon that looked suspiciously like the one in the Longstop, except a slightly different shade of green and a smidge smaller.

"So, uh, you think this is what broke the monsters out?” I turned to ask Foulques.

The not- Aiatar roared and spat out a glob of poison that partially melted the sand near us.

“Probably,” replied the healer.

“At last, a worthy challenge!” Foulques said, and charged forward, steps behind the gladiator we were with.

“…Never mind." I scampered after them, catching up just in time to witness the not- Aiatar get confused between who to attack first, since one of the gladiators was taunting it, but Foulques was hitting it so hard he caught its attention. I got to work attacking its other side.

Between the four of us, the dragon was worn down fairly quickly- or at least, I thought so until it slapped the gladiator and sent her flying across a puddle of poison, stepped into said poison, and began to heal. Foulques darted after it, jabbing it repeatedly from just outside the bounds of the poison puddle, causing it to turn away from our gladiator while our healer patched her up. I saw it rear its head back, and Foulques went for its throat. I don’t quite know how I could tell but if he didn’t move over he’d get a face full of poison.

Don’t hesitate!

Thought stopped. Everything seemed to slow down. I ran to Foulques and shoved him under the dragon. I nearly rolled on top of him in my haste to get away from its breath.

"Limit break, now if you can!!” The gladiator shouted, grunted as the dragon turned and brought its claws onto her shield.

“What-?” he started to ask.

“I’ll handle that. Can’t move while I’m doing it though.”

He nodded and viciously attacked the dragon’s belly. I concentrated, focusing aether into the spear and driving it up three long minutes later.

Someone- Foulques- yanked me out from under the collapsing beast as it gave one last skull-rattling screech. “You need to stop standing still.”

“Aha, yeah. Sorry. How did I do?”

“You have gotten faster,” he answered.

“Yay!”

“However! You dropped your guard at the end! Do not stand there like a slack-jawed fool until after the battle has ended!” he admonished.

“Yessir!”

It wasn’t a bad run though, I think. We were paid a bit over a thousand gil, and along with materials from the beasts we fought, I’d say we got a pretty good haul. Adventuring with Foulques is already looking to be quite a lot of fun.

@sea-wolf-coast-to-coast

#foulques #arr #almost everyone lives #mingxia #au #ffxiv #lets be reasonable #ffxivwrite2019

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Winter Ball, Part I || Jaidan & Fletcher

June: June wouldn't consider herself a sneaky person--or a person who was good at being sneaky--but sometimes the opportunity and need presented itself.

This particular time it had taken the form of an innocent dinner invitation to her boyfriend and best friend.

"So! Thoughts on the pasta? I tried out a new recipe."

Aidan: Aidan smiled, "È perfetto, bellissima." The dish made the Italian feel right. He leaned over to kiss her cheek and tuck hair behind her ear. "You should make it more often."

Fletcher: Fletcher watched quietly as Aidan played his role of loving companion. Archers. What love they possessed. It was almost alien to witness.

He dipped his torn piece of bread in the marinara and nodded.

"S'great. Not as acidic as last time. Think that bit of sugar helped."

June: "Aww, you." She beamed at the kiss. Her intentions may have been sneaky but the new recipe was honest.

"Oh yay! And thank you for being nicer about your critique than my brother, he said that last sauce tasted like battery acid. And the chicken? That good too?"

Aidan: "Yes ma'am," he took another bite, "is Luke still not eatin' meat?" Asked to Fletcher.

Fletcher: "Nah. M'still allowed, though," he smirked.

June: "How is Luke? Does he still think Edenton is a beautiful magical place?"

Aidan: Yes, Luke absolutely thought Edenton was a magnificent place, and Fletcher would be very much aware of this.

Aidan simply ate and politely looked between the two of them as they spoke.

Fletcher: "Somehow it still holds charm for him. I guess that's a good thing?"

June: "A very good thing. We could all use some charm in our lives." Aha! She'd found her in. "Speaking of, ya'll hear about the winter ball that's coming up?"

Aidan: Aidan coughed, choked on a bit of pasta and cleared his throat. He dabbed his mouth with a napkin and set down his cutlery.

"Excuse me." He looked suspiciously at June. "You think we could use a winter ball in our life?"

Fletcher: Fletcher did enjoy that sudden consternation from her boyfriend, he just couldn't figure out why.

"They do silent auctions n'the money goes to some charity thing." Many galas had been attended by Fletcher Goodman, but only as a Samantha hiding in a corner.

June: June gave Aidan the sweetest, most innocent look she could muster. "They do," she said, nodding as Fletcher spoke. "Silent auction, a really nice dinner, a dance. And it's always so pretty."

Aidan: "A dance? ..." He glanced at Fletcher. He shook his head. Nope! "I've attended enough galas an' rich-people parties an' black tie events in my time."

June: "Oh this isn't a rich people party at all. It's for the people of the town, for the holidays. Everyone goes. Right, Fletcher?"

Fletcher: He could clearly see what she wanted and was willing to oblige. "Yeah, sure. I mean...if ya don't wanna go..." He could handle an evening surrounded by people, couldn't he? He would be missing just about all of his toes in the process. Shit, what was he about to offer?

Nothing. He shrugged and continued to eat.

Aidan: "Would you like t'go with Fletcher?"

June: "Actually....I was thinking we could all go. You and me and Fletcher and Luke. Together."

Fletcher: Fletcher paused with his glass frozen to his lips. Well fuck.

"...Luke might like it, yeah..."

Aidan: Hmm.

"If you wanted Luke t'come with us why didn't you invite him t'this meal too?"

June: .....Dammit. So much for being sneaky.

"Um...." June tried for that sweet look again. "I didn't think he'd need to be talked into it?"

Fletcher: "Well, ya ain't wrong 'bout that."

Aidan: "An'... why didn't you bring it up with me before?" June was attempting to be sneaky with her lawyer boyfriend. Interesting approach. "Luke doesn't need convincin', Fletcher was on board straight away..." He shifted in his seat, leaned an elbow on the table and pointed at himself, "Fletcher is here t'convince me, isn't he?"

June: "Whaaaaat? Pfffffft." June waved a hand and stuffed another bite of pasta in her mouth. "Don't be silly, honey."

Aidan: Aidan cleared his throat. This didn't feel like a conversation to have in front of Fletcher.

"When is the ball?"

June: "In a couple of weeks. It's on a Saturday."

Fletcher: "You're in, you're out, n'then ya go home." This was also said for himself. The last gala had been attended by...unsavory creatures. He was going to end up talking himself out of this.

Aidan: "I'll think about it."

June: There was no hiding June's hopeful look. "Promise?" she asked softly.

Fletcher: Aww. How could he say no to that face?

Aidan: Very easily. But still, it was a promise to think, not a promise to do.

"I promise." We will talk when Fletcher isn't here.

June: June squealed in delight as she reached across to squeeze Aidan. "Thank you thank you thank you! I know it doesn't sound like your thing but I promise it's really nice. Plus, it'll be the first time we got to go to a dance together."

Fletcher: "Ya ain't gone t'the thing we have in the summer? What's it called?"

Aidan: Something about Aidan's gaze should tell Fletcher that he's warning him. Let's not go down this road. Don't remind her. If I'm going down, I'm taking you with me, Goodman.

June: "The 4th of July thing? No, I think I had to work that night. We were slammed."

Fletcher: "How 'bout this year?" He glanced to her boyfriend, the reaper, and hid his smile while chewing his food.

"Used t'go with Marion...Luke likes all the dancin'."

Aidan: Oooooh. Dick.

"Hm. While we're at it, let's invite Ronan an' Matheus too. I bet Ronan'd love that. He'd prob'ly... bring Salt an' Tristan with him. We can make it a thing, huh?"

June: The face June made at the mention of Marion quickly disappeared at Aidan's suggestion. "That would be so fun! We'd get to have the prom we never had since we didn't date in high school!"

Fletcher: "Aww. The prom she didn't get," Fletcher smiled at Aidan.

Aidan: Aidan scratched at his beard. "We'll have t'buy you some new dresses, won't we?" he smiled at June, clearly thinking something... dirty.

June: "I never pass up the opportunity to buy a new dress."

Fletcher: Fletcher kept his mouth shut and reached for more garlic bread. He'd probably need new clothes, too. No more renting a tuxedo.

Aidan: June's hand is gently taken and kissed. Then, he stands and starts to collect the dishes on the table.

June: "Sooooo does that mean we're going to the ball?"

Aidan: "I said I'll think about it, didn't I?" He clears the table and puts things away before starting to wash the dishes.

June: "You did, and then you mentioned inviting everyone and dress shopping." Could her voice sound any more hopeful? Probably not.

Fletcher: Fletcher leaned back in his seat with his glass of red wine. Not his battle, Ms. June.

Aidan: You helped get us here, though, didn't you?

"It's short notice, June. You know I have work t'do, I have t'think about it."

June: June nodded. "I know," she said softly. And she did and she knew very well it might not be possible. But still....

Fletcher: "Luke n'I...will keep ya company."

Aidan: He stopped for a moment to look between Fletcher and June.

"Aw, don't do me like - y'know what my job's like now that I'm doin' everythin' abroad. It... I can't - don't -" SIGH. "A'ight. I'll - I'll - if it will make you happy, I'll go with you."

June: June was quick to shake her head. "No no, I know, I'm not trying to make you feel bad for working. It's okay if you have to work."

Even so, she was unable to help her face lighting up. "Really? You don't have to if you really don't want to."

Fletcher: Nope. Not a word. My what delicious wine this was. Shame Luke wouldn't have any.

Aidan: Smiled, Aidan dried his hands.

"How am I meant t'say no..." He approached and placed hands either side of her face, "when ya look at me like that, hm? When is it, again?"

June: She practically beamed up at him, giving him a quick kiss. "Two weeks. Or three I guess, not counting this weekend."

Fletcher: "Well," Fletcher groaned getting to his feet, "I should be headin' back. I'll leave y'all to it." He knew better than to offer his cleaning services with Aidan present. The man was well underway.

"S'my treat next time. Kay?"

Aidan: ... His treat?

"You cook, Fletcher?" Clearly he was surprised.

Fletcher: "Um," he blinked, "m'no chef, but yeah."

June: "He absolutely could be a chef, his cooking is amazing. Especially his tomato gravy."

Aidan: Somehow, Aidan didn't believe that.

"Every dinner must be grand with you an' Luke in one house."

Fletcher: Eyes darted between the two. "S'not that epic. I got simple tastes. I don't know shit outside southern cookin'."

June: "That's my mom with Mexican cooking and I also consider her a chef." June just loved food. And people who could make it well.

Aidan: "... 'Grand' doesn't mean 'grand' like elaborate," it simply meant 'great' or 'good'. Anyway. "Yeah, well believe it or not Conor's the chef in our fam'ly. We let our chefs go 'cause he wanted t'cook for us all the time."

Fletcher: He wasn't sure how to respond. This was small talk, and small talk he could do with June, but Aidan was the Judge. He had almost no time with the man yet he knew this.

"That somethin' y'all still do?"

June: It was small talk Fletcher could do with June, but it made her so happy he was doing it with Aidan. She wanted them to bond and be friends.

Aidan: Aidan shook his head, "Not really, no. It's hard t'get everyone together these days. We've all got our own lives, makin' our own..." A quick glance to June he hoped wasn't noticeable, "families."

Fletcher: His glance might not have been noticeable to June, but Fletcher had his eyes on him. The statement was bold enough.

"Yeah...bet Christmas is Hell."

June: It was definitely noticed. And though it made her internally scream with joy, all that showed on the outside was a soft smile.

"They just have to be bribed the right way."

Aidan: "Ronan fell in love with your cookies, bet you could get him t'do anythin' with more of those." He gestured to Fletcher. "I'm sure he can vouch for how Ro will do anythin' for food in general."

Fletcher: "Generally anything with meat. Pizza especially."

June: "Awww, that makes me happy. I should make him more. And bring him a pizza."

Aidan: That made the reaper smile. "He should be bringin' you treats." Not that he'd trust any treats Ronan offered to her. "When was the last time you saw him?" Asked to Fletcher.

Fletcher: He didn't know if he'd trust him, either. Maybe the newer turning-over-a-new-leaf Ronan. "Few days ago. Just chilled."

June: "I love bringing treats! What does Conor like? He needs treats, too. And Sean!"

Aidan: "Yeah? That's good." It's good that his brother has friends.

What does Conor like?...

"Con... uhh... he likes steak?" He chuckled, "Con don't really like much. Ask him yourself." With a translator, he supposed. "Sean likes everythin', you could make him cookies too, he'd love 'em."

Fletcher: Oh, that reminded him. "How's that lesson shit goin' with that guy. Bo Nowicki?"

June: “Oh, I will,” June said brightly. “But if he’s not forthcoming with information I’m bringing him a steak. And I’m definitely bringing Sean cookies!” All of the brothers Archer would get at least one random treat.

“Only had a couple so far, but they’re going well! Need to schedule another soon.”

Aidan: "A st-" he couldn't believe that he had met someone willing to make a damn steak just to be nice. June's far too sweet for this universe.

"Yeah, interestin' kid, that Bo. You know him well?"

Fletcher: Of course she would bring someone steak. Look what she did for them.

His shoulders stiffened. He died for him. Was that well enough?

"He's uh... resilient. Interestin's a word t'use. Sure."

June: “He is interesting. He knows all these languages and doesn’t seem to get them mixed up at all. His brain must just be a giant library.”

Aidan: "Interestin', huh?" You're not telling me something, Goodman. "Spends a lot of time with Conor?"

Fletcher: "Friends, probably. D'y'all not talk?"

June: "I've seen him hanging out with the sheriff, too. It's nice that your brother is making friends. I'd hate for him to have to be alone all the time."

Aidan: "Conor isn't too open. Figured you'd know more." He smiled at June, "Yeah, you're right." Her hand was taken and kissed lightly.

Fletcher: He shrugged. There was no question, and there was nothing he wanted to add. If he wanted that conversation, he could have it with his brother.

June: June smiled back. “I’m definitely going to bring him something. You should come along! We can surprise him together.”

Aidan: "We'll see. Jus' don't feel bad if he seems... weird or anythin'?"

June: "He's not all that weird. Just quiet I think."

Fletcher: "Nothin' wrong with silence," Fletcher said in passing.

Aidan: "Yeah?" That passing comment would be enough for Aidan to raise an eyebrow. "D'you talk t'him?"

Fletcher: "I ain't got a head for Sign."

June: “I could teach you!” June said suddenly. “I’m not very good and I’m still learning myself but I’m enjoying it a lot.”

Aidan: Aidan smiled at that and put a hand briefly on June's lower back.

"I'm glad you're enjoyin' it. Conor appreciates it too."

Fletcher: "Teach me all the cuss words, first," he grinned.

June: June smiled and kissed her boyfriend’s cheek. “That makes me happy. I really do want him to feel comfortable here.”

She laughed. “I will as soon as I learn some.”

Aidan: Aidan scoffed, "You're jus' gonna swear at all the deaf an' mute people? Real nice, Fletcher." But his crooked smile showed that he was joking. A joke! From Aidan! Quickly, take a picture or nobody will believe you! (It's a bad joke, but a joke, still.)

Fletcher: "Hey, they ain't gonna get a special pass if their hagglin' sucks ass." And what was that? A smile in return.

June: They were joking together! And smiling! Maybe even bonding a little if she let her imagination run wild.

It was making her so happy.

Aidan: He scoffed, "Uh huh. Jus' remember how many Archers there are an' how many of you there are." Another joke, he promises!

Fletcher: "How many of me?" What has Ronan told you? Do you want to know how many of me there can be? Ha. "I think I can take ya," he laughed.

Aidan: Surprisingly, Ronan has told him nothing.

"I imagine Sean would take your side regardless. He would feel guilty... and Ronan - actually, speaking of Ronan." he straightened, "What is this... cockroach about, Fletcher?"

Fletcher: No, don't move. Stay perfectly still. "What's that?"

June: That caught June’s interest. “Ronan has a cockroach?”

Aidan: Aidan cleared his throat, "Ronan has a cockroach. Named after our late baby sister. Putting... the insult aside... he said that you are the one who gave - a snake is one thing... how many more ridiculous pets is he going to nurture? What happened to cats and dogs? I don't understand it."

Fletcher: "Uh," he coughed, "could ask him, I guess. I guess they make him happy."

June: “Is it cute?” Why yes, this was in fact the most important and pressing question June thought to ask.

Aidan: "Cu- June, it's a cockroach! An' ask him?" Back to Fletcher, "He said you gifted it. Did he lie?"

Fletcher: Oh. Goddammit, Ronan. Of course Aidan would feel that way; 99.99% of the world felt that way.

"Sure it's cute. He's got little scale size hats for it n'everything," he scoffed. He'll just...could he ignore Aidan's question?

June: The other .01% was sitting at the table with them. “You say that like it’s crazy.” She turned to Fletcher with a smile. “Cockroaches can be cute. My cousin had one when we were kids. The hissing kind. And he did make a little hat for him out of construction paper. Is Ronan’s the hissing kind?”

Aidan: Fletcher could ignore it, but the look in Aidan's eyes should tell him that the question won't be forgotten.

"I don't - hissin' kind?! A cockr- this is a pet! Normal people call the exterminator when they -" he shuddered, "it's jus' dirty. How can - is this an American thing?"

June: “Hissing roaches are from somewhere in Africa so probably not. And anything can be a pet if you take care of it and love it. And is legal to own of course. The sheriff had a little rat for a while, people have mice, bugs, snakes, lizards, a bunch of stuff.”

Fletcher: She wasn't disturbed as clearly her boyfriend - was he in an episode of the Twilight Zone?

"Um," he coughed, "it was - it was just a joke. He went with it n'ran, so..."

Aidan: The more June spoke, the more Aidan looked at her with a worried expression.

"Well you, make your jokes less alive next time... an' you," June, "if I step into your home an' find you have a pet lizard I'm gonna release it. Certain animals aren't meant t'be domesticat- no, scratch that. All animals aren't meant t'be domesticated, but we're too far gone with some of 'em so it's for their benefit that we take 'em in."

June: “I couldn’t have one even if I had room for one,” June said sadly. “Socks would probably try to eat it.”

Aidan: "Socks is the only normal one here."

June: “He’s a tiny precious angel,” she said happily. “But yeah, no lizard for me. Or for Fletcher I imagine.”

Fletcher: "No. Creep will eat em." Time to get to his feet. "I should get outta y'all's hair."

Aidan: "You got other plans today, Fletcher?"

Fletcher: "Just workin' on my car. Y'all?"

June: "My only plans were cooking and talking the two of you into going to the winter ball."

Aidan: "Hm. I don't have any work today, maybe we should make the most of this."

Fletcher: "Alright. I'll see y'all later, then." Arms out for his expected hug from Junebug.

June: Of course he would get a hug. A very loving, enthusiastic one. "Be good. Don't forget to mention the ball to Luke, okay?"

Aidan: For a very split second Aidan thought Fletcher was offering him a hug. His reaction to which, had been a raised eyebrow which fell when June squeezed the life out of him.

"Take care, Fletcher."

Fletcher: June was lifted to her toes. Aidan be damned, the top of her head kissed.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll mention it. Y'all have a good one." And away he went.

June: The kiss succeeded in getting a delighted giggle out of June.

“You, too! And thank you, it’ll be fun I promise!”

#Winter Ball Pt. 1 #mournus #junelujano #fletchergoodman

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sages-of-hell · 5 years

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30 Questions

tagged by @greengay (thank u!! <3)

1. How tall are you?

about 5’7” (172cm)

2. What colour and style is your hair?

It’s a washed out red (light brown at the roots as my natural hair colour), shoulder long and wavy (and rn i have it in a low ponytail as always when i’m at home aha)

3. What colour are your eyes?

blue-grey

4. Do you wear glasses?

nope

5. Do you wear braces?

Used to, I got them out about half a year ago and have got to wear retainers for two more months yay

6. What is your fashion sense?

idk, during winter it’s mostly just a combination of pants and one of my 6 sweaters and hoodies, but in general i’m like into vintage stuff

7. Full name?

Julia B____r not telling ya more, cause don’t give out all your information on the internet kids ;)

8. Where were you born?

Moscow, nastrovje!

9. Where are you from and where do you live now?

i moved to germany at the age of 4 and i live in the west of it now

10. What school do you go to?

well it’s like high school?? (called gymnasium here)

11. What kind of student are/were you?

the kind that only actually cares about classes if i’m quite good or interested at them. the rest can fuck off

12. Do you like school?

like, i like receiving education and stuff but school as a whole system just sucks

13. Favourite subjects?

english & biology (& history probably)

14. Favourite TV shows?

game of thrones, a series of unfortunate events, brooklyn 99, himym, house m.d.

15. Favourite movies?

star wars (the original trilogy tho), jurassic park, a night at the museum, harry potter, my neighbor totoro, live freaky! die freaky!

16. Favourite books?

(bold of you to assume i read now, but back when i was younger and i read a shit ton my favs were warrior cats)

17. Favourite pastime?

listening to music, making up scenarios that under no circumstances will happen, watching my cat or playing with him

18. Do you have any regrets?

yes, too many, on a daily basis

19. Dream job?

realistically, psychotherapist

less likely, actress probably

20. Would you like to be married?

yees

21. Would you like kids?

yup

22. How many?

2 ig

23. Do you like shopping?

yeah, although i always see stuff i love but can’t afford and then i get sad :(

24. What other countries have you visited?

(this feels like just half europe but here i go:) russia (obv?), france, italy, spain, turkey, sweden, belgium, the netherlands, england, scotland, luxembourg, monaco, malta, croatia, greece, tunisia, austria, switzerland

25. Scariest nightmare?

I barely ever remember my dreams therefore i don’t remember my nightmares either but i think the scariest one i had was from when i was about 6 and i dreamt that my grandma suddenly decided to live in a coffin and i remember being very terrified

26. Any enemies?

none, just living in peace

27. Do you have a significant other?

lol nope

28. Do you get along with your family?

it’s okay i guess

29. Do you believe in miracles?

depends

30. How old are you?

high school age, uwu

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GHOST TRICK: THE BIG FINALE

so I finished the game yesterday all on my lonesome without internet

why yes I am perfectly fine and not emotionally compromised in the slightest

enjoy my screaming

IT'S GHOST TRICKING TIME which is to say it's ghost tricking time without internet so I'm doing this in wordpad tumblr really needs an 'import rtf' function >_>

SO from what I remember, when last we left off I was about to try to figure out how the fuck a knitted cap and a helmet are going to help me stop a bullet LET'S DIVE RIGHT BACK INTO THIS FOLKS

I still love how Sissel just ignores the dog's little 'WHATS A HOSTAGE O NO' instead of digging into explaining it

oh thank god the game DOES remember ive read this text before

...oh, I forgot how I did this the last time O WELL

all right, so I remember swiveling the lamp and dropping the hard hat, then when the knitted cap is over here I can swap it with the book and get it on the hook but how did I get the knitted cap over here

aha, he looked away for a moment, the helmet part is done what the fuck do i do now

AHA okay, so now i very quickly cart the ladder back and forth, I think I remember this

fuck, he noticed me, okay don't swivel the lamp while he's watching, swivel it while he's still looking away

I gotta note the 'I don't know why you're wearing my face' part HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

fuck, nope, I can't swivel the lamp back at that moment because he notices it clattering and turns right around FUCK OKAY LET'S TRY TO DO IT WITH THE LAMP THERE

ugh, if only I could do shit during the cutscene while he rolls away >_>

OK I SHOULD HAVE HAD MORE TRUST IN MISSILE HE IS GREAT AND A VERY GOOD DOG AND CAN AIM FOR SPLIT SECOND TIMING OF A BULLET BEING IN THE AIR OKAY

haha, and the knitted hat still hit Cabanela with enough velocity to knock him over I love this and I particularly love his dramatic leg up in the air he doesn't evne know what's happening he just aims to be the most dramatic possible at all times and it's really helping us out <3

'i love knitted hats... so warm, and most of all, so SOFT' <3 <3 <3

god Missile is so good this is pain IS THE DAWN DEADLINE A LIE MAYBE DID RAY JUST SAY THAT TO GET SISSEL'S BUTT MOVING I DON'T KNOW

oh yeah Cabanela's still got broken bones all over I kind of forgot about that

oh ok, looks less like broken and more like just really fucking bruised, becuase in that movement he's put pressure on all limb bones and nothing bent out of shape, so that's good

lmao and Cabanela's just like 'BUT IF I WAS KILLED IN THAT EXPLOSION THE SITUATION WOULD HAVE BEEN BETTER' I I don't think it would necessarily work out that way, considering how much difficulty our protagonist was having saving just the professor :x

oh hey we've got our next source of information! should be quite a wellspring if Sissel remembers everything he should ask

yeeep Cabanela you FUCKED UP

oh, the gun :x

HON IM PRETTY SURE THE FIRST PART IS MORE IMPORTANT THE PART WHERE YOU TRIED TO SCARE THE SHIT OUT OF HIM CORNERED RATS BITE THIS IS COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY YOUR FAULT, ALL OF IT

aha, those cases, okay

and Cabanela was doing the thing because of Jowd that makes sense -_- kind of

yep, that one little snag kind of puts a question mark on the whole thing alright, that almost makes sense? kind of? makes Cabanela kind of a selfish butt doing this for his own obsession rather than for personally Jowd but makes sense

ok, the bringing him to justice minister to buy time thing actually does make a lot of sense it wasn't A LOT of time that he bought but it was just enough and that's what counts

oh hey, this guy used to have the job that the blue fake stole? (and yeah sounds like blue guys are just foreigners -_- bc they couldnt find spies that didnt stand out visually or anything)

hum not a scratch, huh regenerating dead body, okay

oh come ON Sissel don't be surprised now that part was obvious from the moment he said the corpse disappeared the meteorite's radiation, okay, quite interesting :D

"it was like a meteorite had struck me on the head" so, has that been a cause of death today yet, because if it hasn't, this looks like foreshadowing -_-

hum, so the gun would have been loaded because he controlled Kamila, which she then wouldn't have a clear memory of makes sense

HI LYNNE JUST IN TIME

arrest her to keep her safe, that actually makes perfect sense IF ONLY IT HAD WORKED LMAO no wonder pigeon guy roasted him for that in the deleted timeline XD

"while he was at it" <3 <3 <3

awwww pigeon guy was friends with him too <3

hee right on top of his striped jumpsuit honestly he looked less escaped-from-prison-ish in the paint-splattered robe thing XD

a present, huh?

awww see Sissel you don't feel lonely and that's what counts

ALRIGHT THEN :D LET'S FUCKING GO :D AND, UH, DO SOMETHING, I GUESS I love how out of proportion Sissel's powers are rewind time, talk to dead people... and move small objects a little

so, uh, Sissel, are you sure there's answers for YOU over there or did you just get into habit of telling this to yourself to feel better

okay well how the fuck did Jowd infiltrate a fucking SUBMARINE like, I just want to know the physics of how this happened?

omfg the bullet had a radio transmitter well, I have a newfound respect for Cabanela, I gotta admit like I already respected him but I just figured he shot the guy out of a desperate 'can't do anything else might as well try this' urge to do SOMETHING but nope he had a plan (which would have worked even with him dead)

wow, and he actually gave the thing to Jowd beforehand n i c e

wow, okay, that's stealthy

aha, and he can totally leave his body and wander around freely I think that was already confirmed but it's nice to know for even surer

wow, okay, what the fuck re: that thing reaching up from below that definitely looked like... something else for a moment there 0.0

aand okay the meteorite is possible to extract from his body I wonder if evil!Sissel actually knew that... or if that actually did anything to him :D

okay, what the FUCK and how many more people are dead now

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW MISSILE IS HERE TOOOOOOOO

the phone is ringing, how convenient :D

ooohkay this is tricky

so, why the fuck were there baseball and basketball balls hanging in nets under the ceiling on a submarine ... ... you know what I don't want to know

wait, Kamila can't hear him? oh, right, over the phone ghosts communicate by close range telepathy

aaand this makes the FIFTH time Lynne's dead tonight! or is it sixth? did i lose track somewhere?

AWWWW THIS SCENE IS LIKE AN OVERDOSE OF CUTE

'i wonder what happened THIS TIME' yep lmao

no actually 'i dont remember what happened after that' sounds like evil!Sissel to me, personally

but do you know what this wheel does Sissel are you sure turning it is a good idea

"I just sort of blacked out, the next thing I knew, I was dead" <3 <3 <3

"now it's all making even less sense than before" AND THAT'S SAYING *SOMETHING*

but actually okay yea this does kind of sound like an explosion that killed Lynne and knocked Kamila out

aaand nope I was absolutely correct )=

can this guy only puppet one body at a time? couldn't he have just possessed Lynne and had her slit her own throat or shoot herself or hang herself or something? that sounds a lot more productive than having a little girl fight her I mean, even if he only can puppet one body at a time, puppetting Lynne would have been a lot more productive overall, is there a reason he can't?...

or does he just love to do things in the most convoluted and roundabout manner typical to villains everywhere -_-

"nobody ever calls the dead" ARGUABLE a number of phone calls has been made this night specifically for the purpose of putting our!Sissel on the line

aand okay :D looks like the blue assholes saved Lynne just in time, sort of ...for a certain definition of 'saved'

so anyway this guy said something like 'you cannot possibly comprehend my suffering' so it would be funny if he was just a random dumbass that a bad thing hapened to one (1) time, which granted also killed him, but all the misery since then has been of his own making and he's put every single person involved in the events through worse just over the course of tonight, and simply has no sense of scale, perspective or proportion I think that would be great if the story went there XD EDITOR'S NOTE IN RETROSPECT: the story didn't go there and that was not fucking okay (it's dead women in the fridge again!)

and Sissel can't understand revenge as a concept SOUL TWINSIES WITH ME OR WHAT

lmao Lynne is starting to get touchy about how many times she's needed rescue lately XD

OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE WHY CAN'T I REACH FOR ANYTHING YET also, interesting to note that in the 4 minutes ago past, neither Lynne nor Kamila have a core looks like Sissel's interaction with this realm is limited after all, and not only by phones there's v interesting existential fuckery going on here, of the exact sort I ABSOLUTELY LOVE

oh THERE we go 'nobody ever calls the dead' ARGUABLE again and I love Lynne's signature instant-snap-into-hands-over-head animation + pose Good Reflexes

ALRIGHT, FIDDLING WITH RANDOM SHIT WITHOUT KNOWING WHAT IT MIGHT DO TIME ...and that sure worked fast

hum, a random mechanic, alright

oh hon that's a, um, what's the opposite of exaggeration I know this word in Russian >_> over...littlification? that 'restless ghosts onboard' THAT'S ONE WAY TO PUT THAT

lmao that was one odd fate change

alright, found the temsik fragment capsule, I see yay unexpectedly strong wastebucket lids (seriously, that's a whole freaking basketball, there's a reason the nets worked like that lmao)

alright, just watching the cutscene for now, that's fair this guy sure looks like he's going to abandon his entire crew and blow up the sub or something

"farewell, sir" WELL THAT DID NOT SOUND QUITE RIGHT

alright, and we're left in the capsule rather than the fragment which apparently did not have a core of its own for some reason

OMFG THERE'S A LITTLE RAT IN THE TORPEDO ARE WE GOING TO HAVE A RUBE GOLDBERG MACHINE INVOLVING A SMALL RODENT AGAIN BECAUSE THOSE ARE THE BEST KIND BUT ALSO THIS IS NOT HOW TORPEDOS WORK BUT ALSO HI RAT!!!

yeah exactly thanks Sissel! how the FUCK did it get here also I love that the characters DO pay attention to the wellbeing of innocent rats in this game <3

well, you COULD just try to get it to blow up earlier, in the water you'd be stuck but you'd be heroes, or something well, Lynne would go back to her body, Sissel would be stuck :D oh, and the rat would die, that's the bad news

YEAH LET'S SAVE THE RATTIE FIRST if this time the rat is going to be in the way rather than helping, well, I REALLY DO RESPECT THAT LET'S SAVE THE RAT

alright, after some trial and error I DID manage to get both weights in the same position (mostly by luck) and throw off the rat NOW TO SAFETY

alright, this looks promising OKAY IT ALSO LOOKS LIKE KAMILA AND LYNNE MIGHT BE SAFE FROM EVIL!SISSEL NOW THAT'S GOOD NEWS

yusss caring about rats ftw <3

that's what missiles do, huh they're unstoppable i dont know who it is i hear there but Missile is great yes

well, whatever this is, our!Sissel just turned it on maybe it's pumps to remove water!... not that they'll do much against an unplugged breach but

aha, okay, won't move for long

this movement through a machine's gears feels like the purest expression of the game's premise since the junkyard tricks at the very beginning <3

the way Kamila's speech kinda fades in from white? that worries me

...eeeyup

god but I love this game's animation. this little one of Lynne hoisting Kamila up on her back? it feels, like, PERFECTLY balanced with their weights and Lynne's strength and everything <3 <3 <3

oh my god Lynne why couldn't you just... be able to swim not that it would help much with Kamila unconscious but

oh my god Lynne is literally right here why do I still have trouble moving around freely???

oh, found it!

wow, she's climbing one-handed while carrying Kamila, that's some serious upper body strength <3

W E L P

YEP THAT'S SOME SERIOUS STRENGTH THAT SHE DIDNT JUST FUCKING FALL NOR DROP KAMILA

yeeep okay WOW

ARE YOU BOTH GOING TO DIE NOW OR WHAT okay, no, just fall, and not even in the water that's good news

LYNNE THIS IS NOT A POSE YOU WANT TO BE IN RIGHT NOW unless you're actually holding yourself against that shit in the background with your left hand and I just can't see it I guess

...nope, she was holding her chin LYNNE NO

MISSILE HURRAY

okay, the fan thing makes sense

now to swap around a bunch of broken pipes so they don't get in lynne's way, got it

FOR FUCK'S SAKE I REALLY DON'T SEE A WINNING COMBO HERE

aand I fucking lost but at least I got Sissel in position -_-

alright, now with one pipe turned off it actually works out easily it just... took me really long to realize I'd need Sissel for this one -_-

Lynne honey but have you considered: you have no fucking clue what's behind that door although presumably submarine has only been breached in one place and it's this room?

holy shit with the hook Sissel managed to hoist the combined weight of Lynne and Kamila now THAT's a nifty trick

SISSEL FOR FUCK'S SAKE SHE CAN'T MUSTER LEVERAGE FOR THIS BECAUSE SHE HAS TO HOLD HERSELF AND KAMILA UP AND SHE'S TIRED SHE CAN ASK FOR HELP EXCLUSIVELY IN SWAHILI SWEARS AND IT'D STILL BE A WAY THAT YOU HAVE TO PUT UP WITH

aww, someone's saving us!!!

someone who commented on unstoppable missiles earlier, perhaps?

right, the truth... that's still relevant. while on a sinking submarine. yep

haha sinking submaries i have just been playing oxenfree haha

oh wow that's an improvised mechanism made out of garbage sticking in a close range telekinetic field nifty shit

oh oh okay that explains absolutely nothing evil!Sissel is not evil now, or what?

lmao this is getting more confusing, but like... in a very satisfying way <3

evil!Sissel still seems to have SOME amount of powers, at least, though possibly not the manipulating humans ones? but this amount of telekinesis is still incredible

so okay our Sissel's name possibly IS Sissel, but this dude's isn't I'm more confused than ever before I doubt there are three of them, so...

ahh, Lynne making Kamila more comfortable <3 <3 <3 and again, animation is fucking excellent. just, the timing of everything? it's better than 90% of all 3D animation I've ever seen in games

power and time, okay, got it so the dawn deadline IS real, just not for him wait, possibly not for Sissel and Missile, either?

I see he still fell in his signature ridiculous pose it's less funny now, overall

ah, okay, so the time effect is different too it seems to have been the same for Sissel and Missile though? is this a personality powers deal?

I love that Missile is perfectly comfortable with weird shit because as a dog, that's about the amount of understanding he has of his everyday surroundings, too <3

oh, hum so the moment this guy actually 'died' is the moment that blue guy took out the fragment?

wipe out everybody, huh

okay, so the shooting is as we knew, kind of

the first shot missed the mark, huh? quite curious, quite curious stray bullets are known to be deadly :D

alright, so that's a conversation that mostly confirmed what we already knew we have a new ally though, sort of

aand Lynne's empathy saves the day -_- like I said earlier, this guy's feelings aren't like... unique or anything, he just sucks at theory of mind

Kamila!!! so hey kiddo this guy in front of you is the guy who killed your mom

anyway, I'm still pretty sure Sissel hadn't yet introduced himself to you when you started calling him "Sissy" so there's that lead

and Kamila makes herself comfortable <3 I love this Little Lady so much <3

AWWWW THE RADIO THING <3 <3 <3

'and what about a torpedo' WHAT ABOUT A TORPEDO LYNNE THIS SOUNDS EXTREMELY UNSAFE

KAMILA ARE YOU KIDDING ME YOU'RE TOUGH AS FUCK

OMG IT'S A GRAPE SERVING MACHINE I LOVE THE LUXURIOUS FUCK THIS WAS MADE FOR

alright, torpedo room, that works

swap the switches to get them unstuck!!!

so I'm going to guess everyone there died, too, and Sissel's going to have to prevent that, too that makes perfect sense

that 'understand exactly how he feels' thing our!Sissel and evil!Sissel are really fucking different in this particular respect :D

awww and the girls convince the doggo <3 <3 <3

so, does Kamila know about the dawn deadline for all ghosts, or

oh thank god I didn't need to control that hop this game really has a policy of not having a permaloss option <3

Yomiel, huh so that's his name

alright, and 'Sissel' is an alias ...I'm just going to keep using it for the protag, just to make things slightly less confusing

ah, so this guy had access to national secrets, and that's how he did the singer thing

and he was proven innocent offscreen <3 <3 <3 stylish

stylish animation, nice

didn't help anybody? did you ever try? because our!Sissel sure figured that shit out quickly

welp, the blue guys are assholes but then, they were also kind of dealing with an asshole I can imagine why they didn't think he was reliable to deal with :x

awww, I like the leaflet guy so much <3 <3 <3

I love how Jowd's like 'well, I'm dead, are you happy now' and Sissel's like 'so anyway about that' FUCK death not tonight, not when Sissel's here <3 <3 <3

alright, and this guy's a robot that still doesn't quite he's pretty human-like >_> I am not a fan of the blue guy in charge is all I'm saying also lmao I nicknamed this one 'iron man dracula' i didn't mean it that way but

ah, remote-controlled, alright that 'farewell' was odd then

'your country's use of technology is just plain off' I LOVE THIS

could there have been two pieces of meteorite in this guy's body? okay, nope still!

OH WOW FOUR MINUTES BEFORE HIS DEATH THAT'S THAT'S ACTUALLY EXACTLY WHAT I WANTED FROM THE VERY BEGINNING EVEN THOUGH I THOUGHT THIS BODY BELONGED TO THE WRONG 'WHOM' THIS IS SOMEWHAT MORE AMBITIOUS THAN PLANNED BUT

...okay, no, his 'death' would actually be before the control room was launched, not all those years ago STILL THIS IS THE -EXACT- THING

alright anyway this is plenty of buildup WHO THE FUCK IS OUR PROTAGONIST it's funny how so far absolutely 0 of what we've seen has pointed to that I have plenty of odd thoughts in my mind ofc 'that guy from another point of time' being the prime one as a homestuck, the possibility of there being multiple ghosts of the same person doesn't faze me in the slightest in fact it seems like an intuitive conclusion BUT THEIR PERSONALITY SURE IS DIFFERENT

anyway, :D :D :D

Final Chapter

...aha! so it counted ten years ago after all! dang :D

aha, I see that mascot thing I see baby Lynne!!!

I note how for someone threatening to shoot the kid, Yomiel's gun sure is pointing in the wrong direction AND he's holding out the kid to the side, not between himself and Jowd SOMEONE sucks at hostage taking lmao

a kitty, huh

and then a meteorite, okay

I note the lamp

awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww Yomiel is thinking 'so maybe I'll die in another way and all this will have not happened, that's a better outcome anyway' isn't he god his faces are Sissel faces and look this game knows EXACTLY what it's doing with its visuals exactly one facial exression of Yomiel's has not matched Sissel's I doubt it's because of lazy artists

alright, so a good plan would be swapping the mascot and the lamp

but seriously, WOW Yomiel sucks at taking hostages this game's animation is always stellar and brilliant, there's NO fucking coincidence there he was absolutely not willing in any way to put baby Lynne in actual danger, even if he pretended he did and it worked on Jowd

anyway how the fuck do we get to the lamp

'we can talk about all this later' ARGUABLE TBH the entire, like, THING is going to change oh man is everyone going to go back to their bodies 10 years ago with their new memories because that's fucking hardcore was Kamila even BORN yet

augh I DONT KNOW I CANT REACH I THINK I CANT REACH ANYTHING WHAT DO I DO MISSILE IS IN THE SWEET POTATO ON THE FOUNTAIN SISSEL IS IN THE NOZZLE BUT NOT THE CENTRAL ONE AND CANT REACH THE CENTRAL ONE WHAT DO I DO

okay sounds like I missed my chance let's try that again

ghhhh okay I think I have figured this sequence out even though I have to rewind again 1) rock the basket 2) jump into nozzle to launch the potato 3) Sissel jumps into the potato and then from the potato to the central nozzle 4) Missile jumps into the potato 5) launch the potato x2

okay, Mino fell into the fountain, not that I know how this can help because AGAIN, Missile can't reach Mino from the lantern :x and Sissel can't do absolutely fucking anything

annd the finale is a cutscene alas

alright, let's try that again...

hum we didn't get a FATE CHANGE registered after dropping Mino might this mean we have to do something right in the process?

AW YEAH THAT DEFINITELY JUST HAPPENED LMAO

are we going to kill everyone by dropping Mino on them instead XD

trick time, huh Sissel still can't reach anywhere Missile can swap two identical lanterns, not that this does anything he can talk to Sissel, for what THAT's worth

aha, the lantern dropped, Missile can move around now, that's good

Sissel still can't do shit though

well, that's the detective's LEG, not... anything else or anything

oh man, yeah... YOUNG JOWD IS A DUMBASS man, even Yomiel isn't aiming at him anymore, he's like 'hey dude are you okay' so the theory that Sissel is alternate!Yomiel is really gaining steam in my head not that it wasn't the primary one all along but

AW FUCK YEAH MISSILE THE BULLET CATCHING BADASS DOGGO!!!

anyway sweet potato?

BOO YAH um or not

OR YES ACTUALLY THAT WORKS

OH MY FUCKING GOD YEP THE LAMPPOST FUCKING MINO

awwwwww and finally the trauma of remembering your death is brought up!!!! Sissel cares <3 <3 <3 (and Yomiel doesn't at the moment NOT THAT I CAN'T UNDERSTAND THAT IN CONTEXT) (then again I'd understand it if Sissel didn't either but he's the purest being in existence so)

awwww Yomiel is finally going to contribute!!!

omfg lmao "Make it spray as if your life depended on it!" "Uh, I'm dead though" Yomiel is winning ALL the sensitivity awards tonight <3 <3 <3

I I think that Yomiel hasn't done anything yet oh, okay, we're still winning time

holy FUCK Yomiel that was definitely a thing you just did

dear Young Jowd, Yomiel is the one who saved her. Not gods

awwww and he gave baby Lynne a detective's badge <3 <3 <3 he's so good with children <3

so, can Yomiel be alive please :x ALRIGHT, HE IS THAT WORKS

THE KITTY DID THE METEORITE KILL THE KITTY

wait wait wait is is Sissel the kitty is that why he has no idea how guns work or anything else like that that that is truly fucking incredible f y'all's i AND I GUESS IT FITS WITH HIM AND MISSILE JUST GOING AROUND SAVING PEOPLE TOGETHER LIKE A BADASS DUO AND IT FITS WITH HIM GETTING KILLED BY LYNNE'S FIRST SHOT ON ACCIDENT I HONESTLY CONSIDERED A RAT OPTION FOR LIKE A SPLIT SECOND THERE

OMG OMG OMG OMG YE S AND HIS NAME REALLY IS SISSEL

god jesus fucking christ this this fucking game i just im howling this this definitely is a thing that just happened it owned me so hard im so fucking owned right now

yep hes the cat he's Yomiel's cat

aaaaaaaaaawwwwwwww there's a good reason he had identity confusion in all this they WERE confusable as one being for a while

'her' huh?

oh man wow THIS particular part of the story sucks

so Sissel was a girl's name all along? okay

but also, FUCK no wonder he went bonkers specifically about being unable to die

'his powers couldnt help anybody' more like they couldn't help ONE SPECIFIC PERSON

so that bag is a kitty carrier huh and Lynne's miss accidentally killed the kitty

LMAO THE PART WHERE WE ALL THOUGHT LYNNE HAD KILLED THE PROTAG WASN'T WRONG

I DAMN FUCKING REMEMBER THAT CAT JUST FOR YALLS I I ABSOLUTELY REMEMBERED THERE WAS A CAT THERE I JUST NEVER LINKED IT TO ANYTHING I JUST THOUGHT IT WAS A VERY PRETTY RANDOM STRAY

anyway Yomiel that's what you get for playing with guns they're deadly weapons and result in death you're fucking welcome

so anyway who the fuck is Ray

but anyway kitty Sissel saved everyone...

okay but hold on hold on hold on I didn't quite get the implications about the fiancee the first time around WHAT THE FUCK CAPCOM i was just recently thinking how fucked up it was that I remembered the last name of Polly Jenkins, just because of how much her brief story shook me

and uh I think is that also the implication here because that's not fucking okay

anyway so did Yomiel die as the result of that or nay bc that looked fucking deadly if not instantaneously so

god but this ffucking game

this fucking... game

oh Missile I'm pretty sure YOU are going to see HIM alright lmao wasn't Jowd taking him home

but also damn the original events of these ten years, as remembered by - a dog and a cat - Detective Jowd and Kamila (but not Alma, who never was brought back to life directly) - Lynne - Cabanela - the medical examiner - the minister of justice AND NO-ONE ELSE ...wait, no ALSO THE GUY FROM THE FUCKING PARK ...yep that's a thing we're doing

so another important thing is that the rock star kid is going to be okay and the curry guy, too nothing bad happened to them in this timeline, right?

ALRIGHT HI RAY WHAT/WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU

(right now my bet's on 'a rat')

oh, Sissel also killed two people tonight, that happened

lmao and in this version of evens Missile died in the presence of Temsik

omfg and Ray is alternate!Missile this is fucking amazing <3

lmao his ghost aged and lost its powers?

also the dawn deadline was a lie he just wanted to get Sissel's butt moving I FUCKING KNEW IT

I love how Sissel's just "I DID WHAT" even though he's been doing that all evening this time around too

yup doggie's a fucking liar the only real time limit is the lifetime they would have had if they were alive huh damn

but seriously I called that before I started this section of the liveblog even if I think I never actually made that post 'what are the odds Ray is a fucking liar' I don't think I ever wrote that I kept getting distracted but yep I fucking called this

THANK YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART GOD I AM ;U; THIS DOGGO

anyway one participant of the events who definitely wasn't born yet 10 years ago is indeed Missile 0.0 how's that... gonna work...

but I do love that just... the justice minister, of all people, is also going to be in possession of those 10 years

OH MY FUCKING GOD LYNNE IS ABOUT TO HAVE A FUCKING HEART ATTACK I KNOW THERE'S NO GUN BUT JESUS FUCKING CHRIST

KAMILA WHAT THE FUCK DON'T FUCKING DO THAT THAT'S ABSOLUTELY TERRIFYING

aawwwwwww IT WORKED THIS TIME AROUND

'nice to meet you' OH BOY OH BOY I GET HOW IT WORKS NOW I THINK ...uh, I'm not sure how Lynne knew to flee from the junkyard then, but either way it looks like they're only getting back their memories at the PRESENT and that's why Kamila didn't fUCKING KNOW AND REMEMBER WHAT THE FUCK WAS WRONG WITH DOING THAT JUST NOW

LMAO SOMETHING'S GOING TO EXPLODE TONIGHT

oh, nevermind, it's not that yet :D but it really does sound like it's going to :D right... about... dawn? :D

aww Jowd actually carries toy badges with him everywhere <3 <3 <3 'child handling tools'

still a kitten, huh yeah, that whole Temsik thing :D

aww, and here's her, all alive and everything

SO BIG MEMORYSPLOSION PLEASE

(at dawn) (it's fucking coming that's my headcanon and you can't beat it) (a bunch of people are going to become really fucking traumatized tonight)

hey!!! Missile!!! Cabanela brought him, huh

so, what's up with Yomiel, anyway

COME ON SISSEL MAKE NICE WITH MISSILE HE CAN'T CLIMB UP THERE

that guy's imitating Cabanela lmao

Memry <3 <3 <3

very best customer, huh

AWWW ITS THIS GUY HI GUY YOU'RE OKAY NOW WITHOUT YOMIEL TO RUIN EVERYTHING YOU'RE JUST FINE

hah, and these two

.............................................yup. they died

'the indescretions of a minister perhaps?' I LOVE THIS FUCKING LADY I LOVE HER I LOVE HER

ah, these two what deal is it this time

the little rock sinter guy!!! yeah!!!!

hi medical examiner guy <3 guess you're not doing medicine after all huh

HI LEAFLET PARK GUY YOU ARE STILL CUTE

HI BAILEY

oh man oh man Yomiel :D hey are talking about Yomiel :D

SHOW ME HIS FIANCEE YOU COWARDS

lmao he's the painter this time even the robe sits the same

SO SHOW ME

OH YEAH OH YEAH HE REMEMBERS THATS THE PICTURE OF THE FUCKING CAT AND NO MISTAKE ABOUT IT

YUP YUP THIS IS IT lmao that crane i sure do remember it well it murdered two people tonight <3 <3 <3 kitty <3 <3 <3

aw yeah! in that picture with Missile!!!

#douche mcpointyglasses #is she dead #(for quite a while there the answer was 'basically yes')#cute shoes #dance dance inspector #the mysterious him #alba dracula #iron man dracula #sexy lamp #ddoggo!!!#those are all the character tags i remember #liliet plays ghost trick #this has been A FUCKING TRIP #i love this game

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Hey Fargo ah ok whats up you will have Chris watching nice for the competitors quality lad ha ha freely hey there Fargo benefit how’s the chance is exceptional if you happen to quit on him this year father well I put the entire annual eating allowance on him to win if he does not win what that means fiber well we will not have any heating however nevertheless it’s riskier stays as warm as a summer season heckler had been laughing come on teach Chris he’s a champ speak about it’s a designated J and you heard about this creature going around terrorizing sheep on the island no inform me more colossal is a Jaguar the vehicle be aware of what to be cutting and that is all teeth enormous white enamel the sheriff is known as as a kill get do good it can be only a subject of time does not get any Amoy she no intellect she be riskless Oh kids yay so nevertheless it’s handiest a subject of time be really low priced the sheriff is named Duggal supply the album a relaxation no come on Ted it’s tremendous I feel men and women will soon give up taking note of pop music and take heed to this style of thing alternatively you understand from what I hear in the charts today but i am no longer definite if that’s no longer going down already what that is so good k failed to it we’ve got acquired all sorts of things as if with the aid of magic i can create a large crowd of invisible dots or take you on a commute into darkest Africa i’m going to convey you right into a spooky fortress on a stormy night time hiya craggy Island broken apartment father technically speaking father Fargo father are you able to come over here fast and without doubt Fargo what appears to be the early life I used to move out to will is some thing of a celebrity go boil that is doing you o.K. You look horrible does not you do just right all of it I didn’t get so much sleep father I saved thinking I heard this horrible howling noise good that’ll be the Beast what is that there may be anything terrible on the moors farther north we haven’t any extra then there’s anything horrible roaming the circular the location the place ordinarily there could be extra father they feel it might be a style of significant fox dougas sorry howdy it couldn’t be Jack might you would see her any one could mistake him for a giant madcap recollect to wildering jump years father Jack may be very much littered with the changing of the seasons for a short while a awesome serenity enters his lifestyles and he is as one with nature he’s excellent when he is within the mood Sonia’s final little bit longer I better go on make some tea Dugan I might flip off that report however it is off what do you mean Chris is not within the competition did the chump you have got to enter him all this talk of the beast has obtained to UM his now that’s right I took a photo of him this morning nerves I mean Fargo it’s she he invariably had an extraordinarily creative temperament father yeah Robin will not be a live performance penis is a she you I do not know oh my god I imply whilst you examine it with what he gave the look of final yr two thoroughly distinct sheep he is off his food he’s now not dozing and he started took ball what am I going to do Fargo pull yourself together Chris needs you know greater than he’s ever needed you come on I want to see him cargo that is an order take me to see Chris the sad sheep god dude you should have noticeable him he’s just a shadow of a sheep not surprised head if I used to be a sheep i might be gazing my again proper now right given that of the Beast that is greatest for cats and it is got a retractable legs so they may be able to soar opportu higher if you understand watch head it lights up at night and the four ears chew them up for listening and the other two are type of again up here the crows are as tremendous as cooked and for some cause is so some Indus fear of stamps mrs.Doyle used to be telling me that has bought magnets on tails so they are made out of metal it will probably connect itself to you and as a substitute of the notes it is obtained four hours it’s a legend it doesn’t exist right head the way as a Phantom of the Opera does not exist that used to be the Opera does not exist so i’m no longer going to get into this what does exist and what would not exist debate once more ok but i will have got to insist you add these last two examples to the chart ok Duggal no i’m extra concerned about that i+ on Chris fitting king of the sheep i don’t feel it might win then no burping sheep has ever gained us what about gigantic Brendan in 1983 yeah anyway it’s only a heating price range and appear what the weather information says just final year’s weather news what this is this 12 months I have got to go and spot if John and Mary would let me take my a reimbursement the next day to come I could go down with you see in the event that they’ve got one other sound effects album volume 5 fair adequate I bet one of the v-rod are on the within of his head I win a yawn it has a green leaf a chair to load a hand around and performed a barrel good day Fargo and then he does not have any eyebrows in any respect besides on Saturday you learn from manners i will telephone away the cake how do you adore that huh hi there John hey silence really hi there Tiger McGuire very oh oh she’s conscious and her mother Wow it’s a room someone within the cupboard no father Mary Todd Mary I forgot you have been there correct I proposal you heard your mom’s no I did not go to me mother in the end i am in the cabinet Mary what are you doing in there oh I comprehend it’s for the reason that of this beast of craggy Island factor I proposal that Mary could be safer in the cupboard i am Errol appear welcome to you for father oh yeah p.C. Of 20 incorporates i’m going to get them love you stay in the cabinet John can i have a word ma’am whats up Mary no three days mechanics oh yeah i’m fine anyway i am sorry father a bets a bet it can be simply but if the lady doesn’t have the operation she will not be beneath fetch water for her village i’m sorry father if the pite did not stay up for the chances of prolong to twenty to 1 as a result of Chris’s worried troubles anyway your cigarette thanks Ted they don’t have the sound result out and we might as good just go hi bye-bye then i’m hoping you’re satisfied I shut up oh seem there’s tremendous Reed howdy enormous what are you fascinated by there Ted you must see the massive critical seem for your face I are not able to see Crispin in this competitors guru Ted it’s pointless even interested by it you are most effective wasting your time there’s nothing we are able to do about the quandary we simply have to accept the fact and that is that how about we convey Kris over here for a even as possibly to alter your doing excellent oh ho extraordinary amazing or something we would do failed to I say it as a minimum India they’re just a 2nd ago no no you failed to you said the special opposite there was obviously nothing we might do genuinely Ted you may have performed this to me before I took the liberty of tape in the conversation just have just a little you are simplest wasting your time there’s nothing we will do the trouble I stand corrected ah serious now anyway i’m nonetheless now not sure about this now father do not worry more difficult however the subsequent time you see him he’ll be a new sheet if not with making me to a jumper and a few chops i am terribly sorry sir that used to be just a PI i am terribly terribly sorry i’m going to be off then okay so and critically it was one location he may also be certain peace and quiet I suppose will likely be an insult to you if I conclude that sentence you’re a parity father yes we’re also try and get Chris into form for the competition do you believe what are you friends like a cup of tea father it isn’t she fellow i do not suppose they drink staff has warmness oil not except you might have some distinctive sheet tea sure I do have some sheet tea within the kitchen rightful them give them given some nothing k so Godhead it is close to midday we need to stand up this early inquire from me accomplished Duggal we’ve bought to get Chris from watching like this to looking like this it is your father digit is he i am sorry we tried the whole lot I went I consider that I is I better take him dwelling aha ah gotcha did you what did you just did my nice so be aware of what to claim father can i buy you a drink to have a good time o.K. Mcdougal you mind Krister we get back and do not let him wander away keep an eye on them and keep that front door closed ok Ted is the rest taking Shiva good day did you see and also you activate gratefully over feeling your neck truely determined 33 that’s how shut once I need to pay extra in these photos ever that you would be able to stack this the high-quality baccarat seem at me devour yeah excellent yes that is like Duggal I detect that the entrance door is large open oh it’s yes Ted as we are presently sheepish oh ah dude I told you to maintain the entrance door closed no just keep up their head how do we know which way to go she’s like several wool bearing animals instinctively journey north but colder mr.Self so we ought to go north which approach is out I do not know that you can come from throughout us the Sioux Indians and the Arizona desert was in a position to pinpoint the distinct location of Buffalo with the aid of gauging the position of the moon and hanging their ears to the ground genuinely Ted maybe the sound is coming from that stereo it can be Chris y’alright he’s pleasant he needs to have an understanding of it was simply some thing stereo placing from the tree i am residence Dougal I consider i am starting to figure out what’s been happening well it’s been an convenient selection there is one alpha no twin-off and as a substitute than waste got here with a speech and get on with the job of a recognized thing the winner who today has come forced on this competitors to peer who the winner is within the king of the sheep competitors that we’ve got all come to at present wondering who Andy might be to win the prize of king of the Sheep the winner of this 12 months’s king of the Sheep competition is up hiya what’s the which means of this this competitors is a sham and a fraud and as sham how dare you there may be been a can provide and ratings try to sabotage this high profile sheep competition little puzzle are in this very room chines Reed and hood Hastings you better have enjoyable the fact that opus trouble all I do I do you’re the ones who constantly shatters of the so called beast of tiny island perpetually within hearing distance of Krista sheep paragon of the champion and it was you who used a replica of BBC sound results vol 5 to add method to those pants will declare an impression of she might no longer aid however be satisfied with the aid of the late-night time howlings of terrible monster Taipei and from manner approach approach work up lovely image father Freddy has painted how dare you bring disgrace on this fella place or knock shape and let me too tough on them so you do not know your identify introduced do not be too hard on the malum they had been conveniently pawns actual villain on this piece has yet to be printed Fargo boils what yeah I obtained cool now it is my deal with it used to be you who used to be disillusioned on the terrible odds Chris was receiving you who plan to manipulate these odds via sabotaging your own sheep after which staging a astonishing recovery on the day of the competitors you who paid large and hood to talk about the beast in entrance of Chris ah Oh James hello there I didn’t depend on the self-love of your accomplices who use their newfound wealth to buy a fur coat and a crown and it was once you who bought the BBC sound effects document sixty four for the dramatic alterations you who gave the sheet to me figuring out that could be a priest with an intuitive figuring out of sheep I could nurse him again to wellbeing you wish it is now not actual it is typical keep the Panisse father no he is lost the believe of his sheep that is punishment ample the farmer who offers exceptionally to low cost excuse me there is a bit of extension right here and i want some recent air one factor Ted if Chris has been disqualified does not imply you have got lost the heating allowance money on the mattress I know it’s a thorough step Duggal but it is very very bloodless here three months then Ted certainly on no account go to the bathroom first

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More Writing YAY

This was originally a prompt from @writing-prompt-s, but I can’t find it soo uh. Yeah. Lol, enjoy!

I was sick of it. Everyone gets tired of filing and paying their taxes at some point- it’s just how it works. But I was especially done with paying for other people’s goods and services. I wanted a break, only for the rest of my life.

Us adults don’t think about it too often, but a world where we don’t have to panic over whether some useless tax is overdue or not sounds like a safe haven- a paradise, even. We don’t get the opportunity to think about it, because we know it will never become a reality.

So, I decided to be one out of a million and try to do something about it. Our government is extremely complicated- so doing something so mundane as sending a letter would be turned into a big ordeal- but I had to at least try.

I did some research, and it turned out that tax breaks were a real thing. It basically meant that the government would select people they collectively thought deserved to carry less weight on their shoulders and give them a, well, break from taxes. Not entirely, though- those few people still had to pay up, but a significantly less amount.

I knew that getting a tax break would pretty much never happen to me, so I decided to write a completely bogus letter to the government themselves to see if they would even bother to read it, or if they were feeling especially generous, respond to it.

Entitled to the Entire Body of the U.S Government, Hello. You probably don’t know me, but my name is Laquisha.

I know the people reading this are wondering why I used the name Laquisha for this, and to that I respond with: why the hell wouldn’t I? On with the letter.

It’s not a very popular name. Anyways, I’m writing this letter to complain. To every single one of you. About taxes, to be specific.

First of all: who the fuck thought those were a good idea? Seriously? Every day I wake up thinking- ‘Hey, you know what would be great right now? If I could go and basically waste all of my money on goods and services. For other people though, not myself. Because why would I want to live in a house with a refrigerator and a bed when I could be outside, on the pavement. In a cardboard box with 19-day-old clothing still on my back. I would totally go for something like that!’

And I swear to God if one of the people reading this brings up the fact that the government 'desperately needs that extra money’ I will drive myself up to Washington D.C (or wherever the hell the government is based, for all I know it could be in Montana) and tell you all to go fuck yourselves. Or to screw yourselves, in case the language was a bit too vulgar for you cowards.

You guys get tax revenue from like, every state. And when you count (on your fingers) how many that is, you get 50. 50! And the population density of this entire country is not a low number, I assure you. And because you guys decided the tax rate needed to be extremely high to the point where some people struggle to even survive because of it, you get a LOT of money from the country as a whole.

Yeah, yeah, you can say that the country is in a completely stupid amount of debt right now- like, trillions of dollars debt- but I would answer that by simply saying to stop getting involved in every. Goddamn. War. Or even small conflict. A lot of the time it’s just a waste of money, and if you had half of a brain you would realize that it isn’t worth spending MORE money on. The United States isn’t the fucking 'almighty police’ country. In fact, it’s one of the youngest countries out there. So please stop acting like you know EVERYTHING THERE IS TO KNOW ABOUT THIS SHIT, because I promise you, you don’t.

Basically, what I’m saying is to lower the goddamn tax rate or I will actually murder someone. Everyone involved in the government agency is a complete idiot. Please stop acting like a child that knows everything about the world, when in reality, that child is 2 years old and just talking up to the other kids so that they seem smart.

It is not my fault this country is in such large debt, so don’t take it out on me. Sincerely, Laquisha.

I ended the letter pretty nicely, I would say. I was actually quite proud of how salty I managed to be to the people who are in charge of making sure our country doesn’t fall into anarchy. I put the letter in an envelope, looked up the right address to send it to, and put it in the mailbox.

The next day, I woke up to the most bizarre scenario. Imagine you have just gone to another country (or state, even) and you have literally no idea where the fuck anything is, so you end up asking for help. That feeling of being lost is terrifying, because for once you don’t know where you are or what is happening.

Now multiply that feeling by one million and- bingo! That’s basically my entire standpoint.

I’m in a bed, but it isn’t my own. And believe me when I say that, because I know when I’m in a bed that isn’t mine. My bed is quite the rare find, if you know what I mean.

I quickly got up and tried to look at my surroundings, but all I saw was white. I decided to just sit down and wait it out to see if anyone would come by. I wasn’t about to go walking on (literal) sunshine, who do you think I am? A Gryffindor?

Yes, I’ve read Harry Potter. Don’t judge me for that reference.

As I was waiting for what felt like a century, I heard what almost sounded like a faint shouting. But it wasn’t just one person shouting, it was multiple. It sounded like at least 600 people were yelling for no apparent reason. I brushed it off. If I was going to be trapped in this wacky version of Hell forever, I wasn’t gonna take the chance of walking to see what the commotion was all about.

But I couldn’t keep my cool when someone walked in. Actually, I wouldn’t even call it walking- more like phasing into existence right in front of me.

I couldn’t help it: I screamed. And don’t you tell me that I’m a wimp for that either, because I know some of you would pee your pants if you were in my current situation.

“WHAT. THE. F-”

“I’m sorry we had to bring you in like this, Mr… ah- what was it again?” I didn’t get the time to finish cursing, and the person (?) in front of me quickly checked something in their arms. It looked like a clipboard, but for all I knew, it could’ve been some kind of death weapon that would incinerate me if I so much as opened my mouth.

“Aha! Mr. Reyes, that’s it.” So it was a clipboard.

“Yeah, heh, that’s me. Hey, quick question?”

“Yes?” the figure responded.

“Who the hell are you, what am I doing here, where is here, how the actual fuck do you know my last name, what’s going on-”

“I see you’re quite feisty,” they said. I’m calling this thing a 'they’ because I don’t know if it goes by human gender stereotypes or not and I wasn’t about to be that guy. So.

“To sum this up quickly- that letter you wrote has spiraled out of control. The entire country has read it- and before you ask the inevitable question of how, it was shown on the news- and they are praising you for it.”

“Wait, back up.” I decided to throw all caution to the wind; what did I have to lose at this point, right? “You’re saying that pretty much everyone in the United States read my letter and thinks that I should be praised for it?”

“Well, to put it simply- yes,” they told me. “That shouting you hear is millions of people gathered to see you. And to answer your question: they want to see you because they have realized that everything you stated in your letter was complete fact, even if it was a bit, ah, harsh.”

“And you expect me to go along with this?” I exclaimed. Seriously, Wednesday was turning out to be a lot more eventful than I had planned.

“Yes, I am,” they said firmly. “You are their leader now. You are the only one they trust at this point. Apart from each other I suppose- but even then that trust is very little in it’s accountability.”

"Um, okay Princess Leia? I’m sorry, but I’m not Obi Wan Kenobi- I’m not your only hope. Go find someone else to lead your wreck of a country.”

They didn’t look very pleased with what I had said, but I didn’t give a shit. I wanted to go home. I didn’t care about all of this one bit.

“I can’t let you do that.”

“Excuse me?” I said, outraged at this, this thing’s audacity. “You transport me to some random white room in the middle of who-knows-where, tell me that millions of people read my letter- which was a joke, by the way- and want to worship me as if I’m some sort of god, and you want me to just shut my mouth and go along with it? I don’t even know who- or what- you are, but you’re crazy.”

They sighed. “Look, I do not expect you to understand, but they need you. Do you want your country to fall into complete and utter ruin?”

“I guess not,” I mumbled.

“Then suck it up and go out there. Be the leader they all think you are.”

I was still really skeptical, and for the next few days I would be really, really frustrated and confused and homesick. Like I said: Wednesday was wild. But after a while- and I mean a while- I got used to it. Really, running the country isn’t that hard when you think about it. When it comes down to it, all you need is a brain and two eyes and you’re set.

I wasn’t happy, not at all, but whatever. At least I was doing a better job than whatever we used to call a government. Which, by the way, have I mentioned that they are- were, my bad- complete shit? No? Well, they were complete shit.

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