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fandomnerd9602 · 14 days

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Square Dance: Allemande Left

Part Four of Square Dance Series

Country!Wanda x Male Reader

You woke up the next day in total bliss. Your country girl, Wanda, was in your arms asleep. The two of you had made love on your last night there. You didn’t want to let go.

She stirred awake and batted her eyes at you, “morning, city boy” she said her voice filled with that southern country twang that you loved so much.

“Morning my country girl” you gave her a quick kiss to her hairline.

“Can I tell ya somethin’?” She look at you a little nervous.

“Of course”

“Last night…was my first time. I-I never been with someone before and I just wanted to let ya know how special it was for me and I hope it was-“

You silenced her with a full on kiss, holding her even closer to your chest. She wrapped her slender arms around your neck.

“It was my first time too” you whispered back.

“Aww shoot” she giggled. “I wish you could be my only.”

“I want to be your only too.” You said, voicing a silent hope, a prayer that you’d be able to come back to her.

“Can we have one last go around?” She asked you nervously. “Do we have time?”

“We can make time.” You smiled at her as she giggled and crawled back on top of you. The two of you enjoyed one last morning of happiness together.

She walked you and your bags to Piet’s pick up truck. It was almost like no words were needed to be said.

You held her close, not wanting to let go of her. But this was it.

“When you can,” she whispered in your ear, “please come back to me”

“I promise” you whispered back before kissing her one last time. She held onto your neck. Yours were locked firmly on her waist.

You got in Piet’s truck and he sadly started the engine. Wanda called out to you, “come back to me” she said it like it was a command.

The truck began to pull out on the homestead’s driveway. “Come back to me,” she said one last time. This time it felt more she was begging. Begging for you to stay.

You collapsed in the passenger seat. Your eyes were filled with tears.

“Hey now” Piet said with a gentle stern tone, “I want you to know that my door’s always open. That guest room, or if sis wants, her room is always open to ya”

You could only offer a small head nod.

That was two months ago. Two long months. That's how long its been since you left Wanda and the homestead behind.

Getting back into the monotonous routine of corporate life, set in the pale white office space, lost among the sea of office cubicles; it all felt like torture.

You couldn't do this anymore. Just a splash of freedom, a splash of the fiery intensity that love had to offer made your heart yearn for more. You put in a request to work remotely. Why not? All of your work was on a computer anyway, why not be with the people you loved?

You loaded up your own car and drove. You drove the route that you heart memorized as Piet drove you there. You drove all the way back home. Your car roared to a stop outside of the old homestead. Wanda sat there on the wooden porch, strumming her guitar. Her eyes locked with yours, tears began to flow from her doe-like eyes.

She set her guitar down as you got out of your car. "Tell me you didn't come back all this way for little old me" she tried to say thru her tears.

"I could say that. But then I'd be lying" you said as your eyes became clouded with their own tears.

"You gave up that fancy city job for me?" She walked closer and closer to you.

"Switched to remote" you replied, taking another step towards her. "I should've done that a long time ago. I-I can't live without you, Wanda."

"Aw shoot" she giggled, tears in her eyes, "you're gonna make me cry"

"Well come here then" you smiled at her. Wanda ran forward and jumped into your arms. She wrapped her legs around your waist and kissed you repeatedly.

"I love you, Wanda" you whispered against her lips.

"I love you, (Y/N)" she whispered back, "my city boy"

Piet came out a split second later, "what's all the--oh hey (Y/N). Welcome home"

Welcome home indeed.

TWO YEARS LATER...

A lot can change in two years. You and Wanda tied the knot in a small intimate ceremony. Piet was your best man and gave away the bride. You were so happy when the preacher pronounced you and Wanda husband and wife.

Wanda and her band, the Good Witch Scarlett, became a popular viral hit after you posted the video of Wanda singing Bless the Broken Road. You passed it to some of your friends who passed it to some of theirs which somehow reached the desk of a major record label back in the city. You left that desk job behind and became the band's manager. It may have paid a little less but you got to spend all the time in the world with your country girl and that's all you really needed.

And so that brings you to now. The crowd was cheering at the last concert of Good Witch Scarlett's nationwide tour. The band was getting ready as you and Wanda were getting ready in the dressing room.

Wanda kissed you gently, "Thank you, city boy" she giggled, "now let's end our first tour on a high note."

You smiled and kissed her fingertips, "you got this, my country girl"

Wanda bit her lip and set down a little wrapped gift before you. "Open it when we play our last song." She topped it off with a little wink, and with that she went off to join her band on the stage.

The crowd was ecstatic throughout the whole set of songs. Wanda was enjoying herself the whole time. You were just happy cheering her from the sidelines.

"Y'all been a mighty wonderful crowd" Wanda said into the microphone, "but I got one last song I'd love to dedicate to my one and only, my city boy"

Wanda's pal Nattie began playing the piano as the song began.

(More Hearts than Mine - Ingrid Andress)

I can't wait to show you where I grew up Walk you 'round the foothills of my town Probably feel like you've been there before After hearing all the stories I've been telling you For six months now

We'll probably have to sleep in separate bedrooms Pack a shirt for church because we'll go I'm not trying to scare you off but I just thought that we should talk a few things out Before we hit the road

You looked at the little gift Wanda had left you. A little note said, "For the love of my life." You opened the little gift and immediately you gasped.

If I bring you home to mama I guess I'd better warn ya She falls in love a little faster than I do And my dad will check your tires Pour you whiskey over ice and Take you fishing but pretend that he don't like you Oh, if we break up, I'll be fine But you'll be breaking more hearts than mine

You made your way to the stage, still partially hiding behind the curtains. You locked eyes with your country girl. She smiled at you, still singing the song. You hold up the gift: two little baby blue cowboy hats.

If I bring you home to mama I guess I'd better warn ya She feels every heartache I go through And if my dad sees me crying He'll pour some whiskey over ice and Tell a lie and say he never really liked you Oh, if we break up, I'll be fine But you'll be breaking more hearts than mine You'll be breaking more hearts than mine

Really? You mouth to her. She gives a wink and nod as the song ends and the crowd cheers for her and the band.

"Thank you all so much" Wanda giggled, "y'all been a lovely crowd." She gestured to you, "But I'm nothing without my band or my hubby, my city boy."

You came out onto the stage and hugged your country gal tight. She kissed you and held onto you.

It didn't matter how many people were cheering or screaming her name. All Wanda needed was you, her city boy.

THE END.

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copperbadge · 3 months

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Radio Free Monday

Good morning everyone, and welcome to Radio Free Monday!

Ways to Give:

dancing-thru-clouds was recently hit with a surprise tax bill (she didn't realize her town had local income tax, and didn't receive the previous year's notice); she's adjusted her withholding to account for this, but still owes the balance from the past two years and is fundraising to cover the balance. You can give via paypal here.

stemmonade is a disabled Black trans person who relies on crowdfunding for survival since they can't work and their wife is currently unemployed; they are raising a little over $700 to cover rent and essentials in the meantime. You can read more, reblog, and find giving information here.

themerrymutants is a disabled queer man currently living on social security aid; he has recently had to travel to the emergency room several times for possible complications from a recent surgery, and is now short on rent because of the cost of transit. You can read more, reblog, and find giving information here.

Anon linked to a fundraiser for prototrans, a disabled artist who needs help with rent money; he is also offering commissions. You can read more, reblog, and find giving and commission information here.

Recurring Needs:

Anon linked to a fundraiser for a friend whose family has not had a working furnace since November; they've been using space heaters to keep warm but January in Chicago has been brutal and the space heaters aren't sufficient. With vulnerable family members including elderly relatives and children in the home, they need to raise $6K to get the furnace replaced. You can read more and support the fundraiser here.

thelastpyler is raising funds for food and to purchase medication for their family; you can read more and find giving information here.

Eli is a disabled Michigander who cares for their elderly grandmother; they are applying for SSDI, but their car was damaged recently and is undrivable, with estimated $8K-$12K in repairs to make it drivable. They need transportation for doctor's visits and legal consultations for their SSDI appeal, and have no way to get around without the car. You can read more and reblog here or give at the gofundme here.

loversdoom is a college student from the Philippines, studying away from her family, and her parents are unexpectedly unable to support her education; she is in mounting debt and facing eviction from her dorm in her last semester of college. She's raising funds to repair her laptop so she can do her schoolwork and find a remote job that will help her pay rent, and to fund the remainder of her schooling. You can read more and reblog here and support the fundraiser here.

Anon linked to karla-hoshi or Hoshi on TikTok, who is raising funds for cancer treatment for her cat Naku; they caught the cancer early and hope that he can survive it, but can't continue treatment without funding. You can read more and support the fundraiser here, as well as find links to her updates on tiktok.

chingaderita's partner recently lost their job due to a house fire that also destroyed the house; they're raising funds to keep food on the table, to try and get a supply of water to keep clean and do laundry, and for various bills until they can find new work. You can read more, reblog, and support the fundraiser here.

And this has been Radio Free Monday! Thank you for your time. You can post items for my attention at the Radio Free Monday submissions form. If you're new to fundraising, you may want to check out my guide to fundraising here.

#radio free monday #charity #philanthropy #fannish community

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stoopid-turtle · 9 months

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BTS in Order June Pt 1

Mainly from this bilibili timeline.

May Pt 2 here.

6.1 ggdd Yiling market scene with a-yuan

- Dd does the sword in and out thing right in front of the child

- Then they're in post-timeskip costumes and gg does a few of his dance moves

- They're doing a scene where they are about to walk up to a building where jc is. Gg turns to DD and whispers something in his ear, facing away from where they're going. Then he touches DD's sleeve.

- They do a take. Dd as lwj walks to a nearby column and leans on it. After they call cut, gg immediately goes to kabedon DD, who smiles. Then they start walking off together

- As a blue screen is getting set up, DD helps gg with his dance. Then they do the SpongeBob thing

- Includes bit under covered walkway where gg does dancy walking away. They continue to talk and whatever the convo is about, gg finds it delightful/hilarious.

6.2 dramatic rain scene with DD being obscene with the umbrella

(alt 6.7)

6.2 gg only with jc. Madam Jiang is there. They're planning out the whipping scene.

- GG calls JC "sausage" bc apparently the name Jiang Cheng sounds similar to the word "sausage"

- JC comments to the fight coordinator that he worries the audience will criticize the whipping scene bc Madam Yu is so harsh with WWX. GG teases him by pointing out a scene where JC tried to whip WWX. JC looks at the camera and says "I'm not that person."

- GG teases WZC for apparently lying about his height.

6.3 gg on produce 101 - Ggdd pretend not to know each other even tho they share an earpiece

6.4 gg only. With jc in lotus pier- More scenes in mo manor

6.6 ggdd. Wwx disrupting things at jinlintai . Gg does those weird tongue exercises

- Dark interior. Gg and XL are giggling with each other with the director beside them.

- In this scene, WWX promises to never leave Yunmeng or his family. Then gg laments that he keeps playing chars that renege on their promises. XL jokes that he's just that kind of boy.

- Gg and dd don't actually seem to interact. Gg is laughing and chatting with xl for most of these clips. And with jc

- Gg only. Outdoors with wq in rain

6.7 ggdd

- dd with lhk in a boat while gg, jc, and xl walk along the canal

- Gg intro scene to the flashback

- Ggdd with DD in blue robes outside. Between takes, they start singing something. I think this is when they're singing that aerobics song

- Under a tent, dark, DD sitting next to yubin, in a striped shirt, who's getting makeup done. gg and dd are watching scenes and gg laments about how bloated he looks. this is also where dd asks if his tear was okay during the Golden Core reveal.

- Gg puts flute to DD's throat. This is the clip I've seen translated as DD asking for a kiss and gg pointing out the camera

6.8 ggdd. With jc. Jinlintai again. This time with jgy's wife. Dancing women in bg. Gg bites fan

- Under tent finger guns. Dd returns obscene gesture off camera. 👉👌

6.9 gg only with xl and jzx

- Jc appears. At one point jzx is kinda stroking jc's chest. Then everybody laughs.

6.10 DD only on battlefield with jc.

6.11 gg only. Fight with jzx in cloud recesses

- ggdd same but nope there's a lot more extras and DD is there. Big group holding gg and jzx back from each other

6.13 ggdd cold spring

- Includes gg clinging to dd

6.14 more cold spring adventures

- They're sitting in the water going over the script and they keep flopping around. At one point gg stretches out in like a yoga pose with one hand down and the other stretched up and he screams in cold

- This feels really porny.

- Oh, and then DD discovers that flapping his sleeves in the water makes a lewd noise. Then it gets extra porny.

- Magnum wang moment

6.15 ggdd during wen indoctrination. In forest with lwj limping.

- Ggdd under umbrellas running thru the scene

- The "fuck you to love you" conversation. Gg's tank top is inside out.

6.15 DD only wire work in blue robes

6.15 gg only. Tied up with jyl and jc.

#bjyx #yizhan #the timeline of ggdd love yue #prezzie for turtles

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jimmorrisonreal · 22 days

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Horse Latitudes

The barn is burning The race-track is over Farmers run out w/ buckets of water The horse flesh is burning They’re kicking the stalls (panic in a horse’s eye That can spread & fill an entire sky.)

The clouds flow by & tell a story

about the lightning bolt & the mast on the steeple

Some people have a hard time describing sailors to the undernourished.

The decks are starving Time to throw the cargo over

Now down & the high-sailing fluttering of smiles on the air w/its cool night time disturbance

Tropic corridor Tropic Treasure

What got us this far to this mild equator

Now we need something & someone new when all else fails we can whip the horse’s eyes & make them cry & sleep ~~~

France is 1st, Nogales round-up Cross over the border- land of eternal adolescence quality of despair unmatched anywhere on the perimeter Message from the outskirts calling us home This is the private space of a new order. We need saviors To help us survive the journey. Now who will come Now hear this We have started the crossing Who knows? it may end badly

The actors are assembled; immediately they become enchanted I, for one, am in ecstasy enthralled. Can I convince you to smile?

No wise men now. Each on his own grab your daughter & run ~~~

“Oh God, she cried I never knew what it meant to be real I thought all this was a joke, I never let the horror, or the sweetness & the dignity penetrate my brain”

“Let me up to see the window. Dark Riders pass in the sunset coming home from raiding parties. The taverns will be full of laughter, wine, & later dancing, later dangerous knife throws.

Antonio will be there & that *****, Blue Lady playing cards w/silver decks & smiling at the night, & full glasses held aloft & spilled to the moon. I’m sad, so full of sadness” ~~~

She’s selling news in the market Time in the hall The girls of the factory Rolling cigars They haven’t invented musak yet So I read to them From The BOOK OF DAYS a horror story from the Gothic age a gruesome romance From the LA Plague.

I have a vision of America Seen from the air 28,000 ft. & going fast

A one-armed man in a Texas parking labyrinth A burnt tree like a giant primeval bird in an empty lot in Fresno Miles & miles of hotel corridors & elevators, filled w/ citizens

Motel Money ****** Madness Change the mood from glad to sadness

play the ghost song baby ~~~

a young woman, bound silently, on a hostpital table, obviously pregnant, is gutted & rifled of her empire

objects of oblivion ~~~

Drugs *** drunkenness battle return to the water-world Sea-belly Mother of man Monstrous sleep-waking gentle swarming atomic world Anomic in social life

how can we hate or love or judge in the sea-swarm world of atoms All one, one All How can we play or not play How can we put one foot before us or revolutionize or write ~~~

Does the house burn? So be it. The World, a film which men devise. Smoke drifts thru these chambers Murders occur in a bedroom. Mummers chant, birds hush & coo. Will this do? Take Two. ~~~

each day is a drive thru history

#poetry #60s #70s #classic rock #jim morrison #psychedelic rock #the doors #writing #80s

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seizethegay420 · 2 years

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Miscellaneous Ride The Cyclone headcanons

-they all get brought back to life at the end of it

-they remember the events of canon

-meaning they remember their songs

-the choir performed an "original song" at the next fall fair called sugar cloud

-they won it for the first time

-they did the dance and everything

-Mischa's house is the designated sleep over house

-mischa is trans ftm

-noel is gender fluid

-penny, ocean, and Ricky are autistic

-ocean is aroace

-constance is a demigirl

-mischa gets into fights for the choir a lot

-talia was a catfish

-mischa confided in Noel after finding out

-they fell in love

-talia then became a code name for Noel

-they told the choir abt the code name thing

-noels dad is homophobic but usually never around but just to be safe

-bi Mischa

-Mischa's mama is alive and on the road to recovery

-mischa only got into a few fights pre-canon cause he intimidated everyone

-he starts them now to protect the choir

-mama bird Mischa

-mischa sings Ukrainian lullabies to penny when she's over stimulated

-noel had a small crush on Misch pre-canon that got worse after the "you are man of words Noel Gruber" thing

-constance has two mums

-the choir hang out in Constance's family bakery

- constance learned how to make pirozhki to give to Mischa

-he cried

-Mischa's had top surgery

-ricky is non binary and uses he/him pronouns

-penny is unlabeled and uses she/her pronouns

-the choir like to steal Mischas clothes

-Mischa's shirts look like dresses on ocean

-Ocean is 4'11 and 103lbs of sass and insecurity

-mischa is 6'2 and like 190lbs

-ocean is a snitch

-someone shoves into ocean in the hallway and sees a very angry Ukrainian speeding towards them

-ricky offers Mischa one of his crutches is he's there when Mischas beating the shit out of someone

-everyone was Hella surprised when after almost dying Mischa started actively taking part and enjoying choir

-ricky communicates thru sign language

-mischa, penny and Noel learned sign language for Ricky

-ocean is trying to learn sign language (it's not going well)

-the choir like to sing "what the world needs" to piss off ocean

-mischa taught Noel a little Ukrainian so they could talk shit about people

-2016 cast & script>

-penny has a special interest in animals

-penny walks stiffly likes doll post accident

-ricky is buff from the waist up

-the choir had a betting pool on when nischa would get together

-ricky won

-he was beyond pissed that he was off by like 3 days tho

-noel has one of those crusty white dogs that looks like it has rabies

-birds are attacted to mischa like a disney princess

-i feel like mischa would smell like beer

-penny has a pet frog

-constance volunteers at a pet shelter

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childofcolors · 1 year

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Ateez storyline

This is how I visualise the Ateez storyline using the MVs in a map-like drawing I created in order to hopefully help 🙃

Big disclaimer! Everything I’m typing here is theory or interpretation, but I am using the Diary entries from the Fever and The World albums as guide for the Ateez storyline. Everything else is pure theory/ speculation on my part.

I also feel the need to thank the team behing atiny.net for providing the diary entries online for everyone to access. And for the team @hala_loretiny on Twitter for providing a very detailed Masterdoc on Ateez lore.

With that being said, even tho I’ve read the Masterdoc a few times, there are things I don't really agree with. So I re-read the diary entries as if I have never seen a single Ateez theory before and came up with my own timeline.

So here we go:

As seen in the guide above, we have 2 main storylines:

The Ateez storyline: the music videos where only Ateez make an appearance.

The Pirates storyline: the music videos where only the og Black Pirates appear (Disclaimer! This part is pure speculation/theory on my part).

There are also two secondary storylines:

The Ateez & Pirates: the music videos where both groups are present.

The Witness p.o.v: Halazia music video that encapsulates a very important part of the story (I will ellaborate when I get to it).

The Diary film

In this short film, we are introduced to each member’s story before forming the friendgroup known as Ateez. There were a few missunderstandings between them that made the friendship fall appart, but after Hongjoong has been visited in his dream by the man in the black fedora (The Black Pirate) and is given the Cromer and the information that another world exists, the 8 friends get back together and the journey begins.

Inception

My interpretation of this MV is that Ateez are trying to understand how the Cromer works by trying to “fall asleep”.

The first one who is succesfull is Hongjoong at the end of the MV, when he is running towards himself sleeping and “falls into his sleep”.

After “falling asleep”, he ends up in a void-like room that can be also seen in Thanxx MV, but I will show it once we get to that part.

Thanxx

This is for the most part a rebellious song about teenagers not wanting their lives to be dictated by adults and that they will choose their own path (wich in their case is to go to this new dimension)

The part that stood out to me the most in the MV was when the sky turned from crear blue, to dark grey clouds:

And then, we see the 8 members in the same dark void-like room (that we also saw in Inception MV), along with a few other elements like cars, a dancing crew, a stage, big baloon animals (i am just as lost as you) and the most important part, the pirate ship (that will help them get from their world to New World).

Inception (left)

Thanxx (right)

The pirate ship:

Celebrate

The music video does give me the vibe that they are singing while on the ship to their destination, and it is a bit ironic how the song is about celebrating individuality, and the next thing you know, they end up in Strictland, a place where self expression thru music and art is forbidden.

As for the visuals of the MV itself, there is a clear shift in color that indicates when they genuinely arrived in Strictlang. Also they are wearing the same clothes that they wear in the Fireworks (I’m the one) MV wich is the very next song on the list.

The shift in color in the Celebrate MV:

The color and clothes similarity between Celebrate MV and Fireworks (I’m the one) MV:

Fireworks (I’m the one)

In terms of lore written in the diary entries, a lot happen so I suggest you read them, or listem to the audio version on Youtube 💕

But for the MV itself, not alot happens other than them arriving in what it’s assumed to be the Strictland garbage dump and The Black Pirates hideout, but no sign of the 8 pirates. This is where (in the books) we are introduced to a character known as Left Eye, the director of the Strictland dump, and the number 1 helper of The Black Pirates.

Strictland garbage dump (left)

The hideout of The Black Pirates (right)

This is the moment Ateez find out (in the books) that The Black Pirates are actually in prison, so Ateez need to go help them. They also learn that the prison (also known as the Android bunker) is on an island so they start saililng towards the island.

*More details are mentioned in the Fever ep. 3 diary entry at Mingi’s paragraph*

After arrival, they discover that the island it is an ex vacation resort, but due to the state the world is right now in New World, taking rest and vacations became meaningless.

*more in part 2*

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quarkscooljacket · 1 month

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13 books

What’s up readers?! How about a little show and tell? Answer these 13 questions, tag 13 lucky readers and if you’re feeling extra bookish add a shelfie! Let’s Go!

Tagged by @softest-punk

1) The Last book I read:

Foster by Claire Keegan, which is what the movie An Cailín Ciúin was based on. It's only 70 pages (though I listened to the audio, which has a stunning narration) and I think I am in love with Claire Keegan maybe.

The last australian book I read was Witchy (vol 1+2) by Ariel Ries. Really fun comic about young witch Nyneve who is conscripted into the Witch Guards, runs away, and has to figure out her place in the world. Beautiful art!!

2) A book I recommend:

This year I finally read A Safe Girl to Love by Casey Plett, which is a collection of short stories about trans women living in Canada/the US. Every story felt so lived in and alive. It is mostly real-life stuff but there is one story where a woman can speak with her cat and it's done so well. Semi-related stories in that some of the characters know each other/mention each other. A trans classic!!!

3) A book that I couldn’t put down:

Birnam Wood by Eleanor Catton. Set in Aotearoa, centred around these two young women who run a guerilla gardening collective. one of them meets a billionaire who wants to give them a bunch of money. Now see the blurb told me it was an eco thriller but the thriller part is very slow burn until ur like JAYSUS SLOW DOWN.

4) A book I’ve read twice (or more):

I re-read the Southern Reach trilogy (Annihilation, Authority & Acceptance) by Jeff VanderMeer at the end of last yr because he accounced the fourth book. I just love them. The kind of spec fic I would love to write tbh.

5) A book on my TBR:

Praiseworthy by Alexis Wright. I bought it because I knew i was quitting my job and I wanted the staff discount and I thought I'd read it in my unemployment phase. Turns out quitting your job because you're horribly treated means that u enter a big extra-depressed phase so I did not have the brain space to read more than the first 25 pages. But i loved those, they just required more energy than I had. I'm gonna paste the blurb here actually because it just sounds fucken rad:

Praiseworthy is an epic set in the north of Australia, told with the richness of language and scale of imagery for which Alexis Wright has become renowned. In a small town dominated by a haze cloud, which heralds both an ecological catastrophe and a gathering of the ancestors, a crazed visionary seeks out donkeys as the solution to the global climate crisis and the economic dependency of the Aboriginal people. His wife seeks solace from his madness in following the dance of butterflies and scouring the internet to find out how she can seek repatriation for her Aboriginal/Chinese family to China. One of their sons, called Aboriginal Sovereignty, is determined to commit suicide. The other, Tommyhawk, wishes his brother dead so that he can pursue his dream of becoming white and powerful. This is a novel which pushes allegory and language to its limits, a cry of outrage against oppression and disadvantage, and a fable for the end of days.

6) A book I’ve put down:

A Marvellous Light by Freya Marske. I just simply do not care about rich English people. I had about an hour left of the audiobook, I rly tried to push thru but I just couldn't care enough.

7) A book on my wish list:

I would like to get a physical Irish-English dictionary!

8) A favorite book from childhood:

I did love Enid Blyton's Faraway Tree series which look I'm sure u can tell about me if you know me. And look I still do but my god. The amount of parents and parents buying these for their children at the shop for the love of god get them at the op shop PLEASE.

9) A book you would give to a friend:

Vague ............ well it would be something aus.

10) A book of poetry or lyrics that you own

The last one I bought was Non-Essential Work by Omar Sakr. I think Omar is one of the best writers working today in this godforsaken colony. HIs work is just exquisite and so precise.

11) A nonfiction book you own:

The last one I bought was Orientalism by Edward Said which made me realise how if you don't read anything academic in ten+ years it's very hard to get back into reading (or again, perhaps it is the horrible mental illnesses attacking my brain which mean I find it extremely hard to concentrate on anything!!! wahoo!!!!) so I am taking that one slow.

12) What are you currently reading:

Ghost Cities by Siang Lu which comes out in May. It's very funny and absurd and written just the way I like. It's about a dude who lives in Sydney and works as a Chinese translator, but he actually speaks no Chinese and uses google translate to do his job. He's fired via elaborate prank and then somehow gets the attention of a famous movie director, and is currently being whisked away to one of the ghost city apartment complexes in China to make a movie with him. There's a parallel story about an ancient emperor and I just finished the 30-page poem that his newly-imprisoned eunichs composed. It's exciting!!

13) What are you planning on reading next?

The Orphancorp trilogy (dystopian aus YA) by Marlee Jane Ward, which I have already read and simply adore. Three novellas that imo have perfect pacing and are about "what if capitalism was extra bad". They are deeply queer and anti-capitalist.

Tagging: @tideoftrash @drbuttox @briarrolfe @so-boop-tac-u-lar @hamthezombie @frankenfossil @dragnew @tekaihau @rows-study @nessie-nosebleed @tenderfacemeat @athousandhungrythorns @gamling

#a tag game!!!!!!! i love being tagged in things #tho i often do not do them #i still want to do ones i was tagged in months ago hehe #books

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susandsnell · 1 year

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Becky Albright 🌀

Send me a number 1 thru 50 for a word that I’ll use to write either a headcanon, drabble, or starter. Send 🌀 for a random number instead.

🌀 — from the number generator on google: 11 — heartbeat

She'll never forget it; Doctor Niedelman telling her parents that while cardiac disorders and abnormalities weren't usually a complication from scoliosis, but there was an increase in risk factor, and they needed to monitor it closely until surgery.

A lot of long, frightening words for an oft-pummelled kid to be sure, even if one of the myriad reasons for the target on her back was her bookishness, but decades on, Becky Albright still instinctively seeks out a heartbeat.

Call it force of habit; two fragile fingers, pressed lightly to the left of her breastbone, became as much a ritual for her as any of the stretches she was instructed to practice, as apples and honey come every autumn, as blasting music in her ears or burying her nose in a book to drown out jeers and stares and turns of phrase that painted her either as an incompetent, a freak, or a broken doll.

Becky remembers them as she does the words to songs on her well-worn cassettes; how mom's was always fluttering, and how dad's, steady and far too slow, before the day it stopped altogether.

She remembers the humiliated pounding that rocked her small frame and echoed in her ears during unending minutes when she gripped her cane tight as she could and simply weathered the patronizing 'concerns' of the useless witch they called an academic advisor at Gotham University —

"You know, law school isn't for everyone. If you have these...challenges, you may want to consider a more relaxed—"

She'll never forget how the toxin caused it to ram into her chest — how melting faces undulated before coagulation into hand after hand after maggot-fingered hand that pointed at her, that covered her mouth with the intent to suffocate, that dragged her down, down, down, pinned her in place and all she could hear was laughter, kids' laughter, and every cruel thing at once slurring together and dripping off those faces —

twistedbodyfreakfuckingingerkidlawschoolisnotforeveryonelousyuglycrybabyhunchbackdirtystupidpleasenotonourteamwhywouldanyoneinviteherdumbcri—

And Becky will equally never forget how slow her heart seemed in the hospital, the steady beeping of the monitor a reassurance, no matter how feeble and tremulous it felt in her chest. You are here. You are here. You are here. You never went away.

And neither did your demons.

But the heartbeat that's become the most familiar to Becky — she might even dare to call it her favourite — was the one that beat a furious staccato beneath the hollows of raddled collarbones, heavy enough to crack the pronounced ribs upon which she tended to precariously pillow her head when all was said and done.

Tapered fingers might tangle in her russet curls if she so allowed them, but they could not draw her from the intoxicating rhythms of her monster's pounding heart.

If she was fool enough to close her eyes in his presence — and oft, she did, in the interest of living up to plucky Becky, even when uttered as a taunt — she might imagine a dance. Some mystic rite, as ancient and unknowable as fear itself, a dizzying spin in accordance to his rhythms; to the drifting of clouds over the moon just outside her window. This heartbeat calls her to the dance, as hypnotic as a song, as promising of danger as an undertow.

Da-dum, da-dum, da-dum — Be-cky, Be-cky, Be-cky.

She laughs against his bare skin.

"Now, what could possibly be so funny?" Jonathan asks lazily, peering down his hooked nose at her with the closest he ever gets to indulgence.

With none of the terrified trepidation of the first time he came back to her by moonlight, so fresh from Arkham she could practically feel the damp and cold herself, Becky speaks up.

"Your heartbeat," she says. "It's going wild."

He clears his throat. "Yes, well, that's to be expected —"

Becky interrupts her Scarecrow, and doesn't even bother hiding her wicked grin.

"—when you're frightened?"

#becky albright #scarecrow #jonathan crane #bat-tag #well sorta anyway #writing prompts #thanks so much for asking me to write becky!!!!! i'm still figuring out my voice for her but the chance??? a million kisses for you anon #this got way outta hand and cringe but i'm rusty so whaddaya gonna do #cw ableism #implied but it's an important part of becky's experiences #ask to tag for other things!

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dragonblobz · 2 years

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@lilfriezatyrant here it is. 🥰 the next chapter of Injuries. Its VERY soft. Lots of dialogue between him and reader. Wrote this to Wildfire by Demi Lovato.

You’re clutching that ridiculous fat fish to your chest. It’s drippings sting at those raw wounds, soaking thru the remaining shreds of your shirt. Face cradled almost to his neck.

“You….. came b-back….” You’re still crying. Stupid. It shouldn’t mean so much to you that this creature returned. He’s Frieza. It’s his fault this is even happening to you in the first place.

But….. there isn’t anyone else. Nobody has come looking for you. Living or dead, you are alone.

And yet……. You aren’t.

You can feel more so than see him scoff again.

“I do not like repeating myself, human.”

You smile. You can’t help it. Tears all salty on your lips.

The wind tosses your hair across your face. It sticks to your lips. But you don’t mind. Finally opening your eyes to SEE.

From this angle, you can see the cool moonlight flashing upon the pale flesh of his shoulder. Almost glinting. Glittering. Telltale hints of each individual scale on his skin.

Looking out, your lungs exhale. Breathless.

“Oohhh….”

The moon nestles amongst the clouds. She looks so CLOSE. And those clouds curl and lick in slow motion. It is so clear and so beautiful. Stars scattered like glitter and burning. Shining amongst swathes of those cotton clouds.

You pull your face back. You just NEED to see more. And you’re not disappointed. Looking forward, your eyes drink in the rolling tops of trees. Tiny sprigs of broccoli, completely harmless up here. All blue in the wane light.

“This is…… oh…… this is BEAUTIFUL.”

His face turns, red eyes looking all black in this low light. Depthless. You can see those burning stars here. And flashing upon that glittering head of his. You can see the reflections of the clouds here as well.

He says nothing, for a moment. Just looks at you. Face expressionless. Before simply remarking.

“It is only the sky, (Y/N).”

You’re staring too. He’s not at all unpleasant to look at like this. Especially with none of those negative emotions marring his large eyes or features.

He breaks this stare, turning his face to look ahead. Nose wrinkling. That unearthly peace spoiled.

“You smell like a frightened piggy. Rancid.”

Remarkably, this causes no ire. How could you feel ire? You just CAN’T. Not riding the wind like this. Not here below the sky but above the earth. Instead, your head falls back. Laughter.

“You’re lucky I don’t smell worse! I very nearly pissed mys..”

“There.”

He’s cut you off. You cant be mad about this either it seems. This is just too wonderful. Flying. Instead, you follow where his head is inclining.

The river, a twinkling serpent under the moon. Rising. Growing larger. He’s heading right for it.

“This isn’t my tent.”

“Your hovel will keep.”

You laugh again.

“So why the river?”

“You need a wash." His nose wrinkles again. Why… why isn’t this making you mad? Why don’t you CARE that it’s not making you mad?

His landing is smooth. Perfect. No other indication that you’re not airborne anymore other than your hair settling. And he sets you down. Carefully lowering your feet first. You cant even seem to care about how hilarious it must look for a creature this small to be carrying you so easily.

“Here we are. Now….” He gestures towards the gurgling water.

“Clean that stench off, if you please.”

You finally blanch.

“With what, sir? My heart and soul?”

He scowls at you as you continue.

“My toiletries are in my backpack. Which is currently inside the ‘hovel.’” You’re grinning again.

His response is instant and curt.

“I will retrieve it.”

He looks so annoyed. But he turns. And is gone. Like…. GONE. One moment he had been visible. And the next, gone. He’s FAST.

You turn to the moving water. It’s very pretty. The clouded billowing windy sky all dancing upon its ripping surface. And you are also thankful for it’s quiet gurgling. And for the sounds of the night creatures. Because your aloneness wraps right back around your heart like a cold heartless fist.

Gingerly, you set the fish upon the ground. Strip your shirt away, wincing. The material is sticking to the drying blood on your chest.

The water is frigid. You gasp while it laps up your legs as you tip toe over the sharp rocks under its surface.

You pause once it’s at your thighs.

“Oh gosh this is so cold.”

“Then simply get INTO it already. At this rate…”

You don’t hear the rest of what he says thru your shriek as you try to turn, slip on those rocks, and plunge into the icy water.

You rise again, soaking and spluttering.

“What the FUCK?”

He’s standing at the edge of the river. Arms crossed over his chest, your pack dangling beneath his elbow as he’s clutching it. And he’s looking at you as if you are an actual fly he’s found in his soup.

“Are you completely incapable of existence??” His voice is laced with disgust.

“You SCARED me. How did you get my pack so fast? And…” You’re shivering. It really is cold. And besides….

You splutter as you stumble backwards. Trying to get your exposed body beneath the water.

He answers very slowly, as if he’s speaking to a toddler. That same disgust on his face.

“I turned my body. I went. To your hovel. I grasped your filthy pack. And now I have returned. How else would I retrieve it?”

“That was like less than a minute. There’s no way you could…”

“Oh shut up.” He cuts you off as he crouches. Knees on either side of his alien face. Poking at your pack before finding the zipper and….. upending the entire lot of its contents on the bank of the river. You groan. His tone shifts to incredulous disdain as he plunges his pale hands into your belongings.

“What even IS all of this refuse?” He holds up a small cylindrical package covered in cellophane and rises a single brow.

You’re shivering, teeth chattering, squinting your eyes to see. It’s not dark, but the bright moonlight only lights so much up. And this shivering just makes the giggles bubble and snap even worse.

“That sir….. is a tampon.”

“What is it for?” He lifts another something with his other hand. A roll of gauze. And assumes, saving you from a very hilarious explanation.

“I see. It is for the care of injuries.”

“I mean….. you could use it for a nosebleed I guess. I wouldn’t recommend that tho.” You’re still giggling as this creature begins to examine the contents of your pack in earnest.

“What are you wanting from this mess?” He finds a granola bar. Sticks his tongue out and wrinkles his nose as if remembering it’s taste, and literally tosses it over his shoulder.

“Hey! Th-that’s my food!”

“You don’t need it. You have fish now.”

“Well I might need it later!”

“I can get you more fish later.” His tone is dismissive. As if you really are expected to forget all about that damn granola bar. But you’re suddenly not laughing anymore.

“You’re gonna…. B-be here….. later?”

He doesn’t even pause. Ignores your question.

“Here it is!” His evil little face brightens. Eyes closing into a cherub’s innocent grin, as he holds a shirt over his head.

“Your garments!”

You’re just shivering in the water. Looking at this alien, who is responsible for so much awfulness, look so PLEASED with himself for finding clothes.

“I need my soap. It’s…. It’s in the little pocket on the side.”

He finds it easily. And throws it to you. It lands right in your outstretched hands. You suspect this is less your ability to catch, and moreso his ability to aim.

You clean yourself as best as you can, being submerged as you are. Far too shy to stand above the waterline to do this. Haphazardly using bar soap to wash your hair. You’re certainly not going to ask him to differentiate shampoo. The guy doesn’t even HAVE hair.

Your anxiety seems needless. He’s paying absolutely no attention to you it seems. No longer crouching, but is instead sitting cross legged and is carefully examining the contents of your pack. Object by object. It is intrusive, and yet you cant seem to mind.

Finally, you speak. Tentative.

“I’m….. I’m done….”

“And?”

“Well….”

“Well?” He drops the object he’d been holding, a swiss army knife, to scowl at you.

“Get out if you’re finished. Your body is clearly uncomfortable at the temperature.”

He’s not wrong. You’re shivering so hard that the water is trembling around you.

“I d-didn’t think to pack a t-towel. Um…… could you…. Could you t-turn around?”

“Why?” he looks incredulous now.

“Well I’m naked.”

“Yes? As am I. Now get yourself out of that water before I drag you out.”

You’re too cold to blush. But you still splutter.

“Just turn around.”

“I will NOT be pleased if I have to get in there, maggot. It looks frigid.”

“Please?”

He scoffs. Visibly rolling his eyes. But he complies. And continues his litany of incredulity.

“Are you nervous? Of me seeing your body? I’ve ALREADY seen your body.”

You retort as you stumble out of the water.

“It’s my body and I’ll feel shy if I want.”

“I’ve been INSIDE you, (Y/N).”

“Stop.” You’re still spluttering as you pull that clean shirt over your head. A little gasp of pain as the dry cotton presses against your chest. The pants follow. You don’t bother with undergarments. You’re still dripping wet anyway.

The gash on your shin looks evil underneath the moonlight. You roll the pants up on that side.

“Okay. I’m done. You can turn back around.”

He does just this. And positively glowers at you.

“Are you sure I’m Frieza? I feel like I wouldn’t be so obedient if I were.”

“That thing sure thought you were.” You begin to gather all of your stuff, cramming it back into the empty pack. He watches you passively.

“I wasn’t finished examining those things.”

Now YOU scowl. But only for a moment. Before you huff out a sigh.

“You can look at it once we’re back.”

“No need. It was uninteresting anyway.”

“Kiss my ass.”

“Is that an activity you humans enjoy?”

More giggles. Why the fuck can’t you get mad at this asshole?

“You didn’t know what a kiss was but you know what an ass is??”

“I’m a planetary terror, if you’ll recall. I imagine an army of soldiers all have an ass to refer to."

“Like you?”

“Take care, (Y/N).” His tone has darkened. You hold your tongue.

“Well, I guess we can head back. I guess you didn’t think to grab my boots, huh.”

His movements are very fast. You’re already cradled to his chest again.

“Hey! I can walk!”

“I’m sure you can. Now hold this.”

The fish flops back onto your chest.

“Ew…”

He frowns at you.

“Hush. You are wet and cold and unpleasant to hold as well.”

He takes off.

“My pack!”

“Your satchel of idiocies is here. Calm yourself.”

You turn your head. And there it is. Your pack is floating alongside the pair of you sedately. You turn your head back and hiss right into his face.

“You can float stuff? You can float my pack but not this nasty fish?”

He smirks.

“Yes. I could float the fish. I simply do not wish to.”

You simply scowl at him. He begins to chuckle. This doesn’t last long before your eyes widen.

“Could you….. could you float me too?”

He turns his face, studying you with that same calm.

“I could, yes.”

“Oh my god do it.”

“I will not.”

“Aw man why not?”

“Because I want to hold you. I suggest you shut your mouth and bask in that honor.” There is no annoyance marring his features. No malice or irritation. Nothing. His face is smooth.

“O-okay…” You suddenly don’t feel like arguing at all. And you turn your face away from him to look out at the world. And gasp.

It’s not late anymore. Its early.

The horizon is alight in a warm rosy glow. It’s not too far along, but dawn is coming. And the little broccoli trees below you are looking warmer and more green.

“Oh wow….”

You turn to look at him again, face unconsciously alight with joy. He hasn’t looked away from you. His face still completely smooth. You’re finally warm enough to blush.

“Sorry. I just really like sunrises. I know sunsets are the thing but there’s just something about a new day that makes me happy. And I’ve never seen one like this. Up here …. I mean…” you’re babbling.

Remarkably, he doesn’t respond with any of his usual little barbs.

“Likewise, (Y/N). I have never seen a sunrise quite like this one either.” But he’s not looking ahead at the sky. He’s looking at you.

You just stare. His pupils flick across the various features of your face before he turns to look down.

“We’ve arrived. Don’t you dare drop that fish.”

This landing is every bit as smooth as the first. The pack settling gently upon the ground. You set the fish on a stump.

And the first thing you notice…..

“Oh damn. The fire went out again.”

You’re standing with your hands fisted on your hips. Studying that cold dark black splotch of burnt wood. You’re suddenly tired again. But you’re also actually very hungry. And that fish isn’t going to cook itself.

He doesn’t give you a lick of warning. The only sign of what he’s about to do is that acidic electrical taste on your tongue. You don’t even have enough time to cover your eyes as a beam of violet light penetrates this half burned wood.

What is akin to a miniature explosion makes you shriek and fall right on your ass.

“What in thE ACTUAL FUCK??”

You turn to him.

“THAT SINGED MY FUCKN NOSE HAIRS!”

He crosses his arms, leans forward slightly and….. fucking grins.

“You’re quite welcome, you infant.”

You turn back to what is now a merrily burning fire.

“I’d put more fuel on that, if I were you. My deathbeam is very hot and will burn thru that lot very quickly.”

You frown at him, but do as you’re told. And it IS very hot. Its uncomfortable to get close enough to drop another log on.

By now, the world around you is a wispy grey. Dawn is coming.

As you go to sit, pain shoots thru your hurt leg.

“Damnit.” You rise again. Retrieve your pack, and return to sit close enough so that you can feel the pleasant heat of that fire. He simply watches you as you do these things.

You get out some gauze. And peroxide.

“Goddamnit.” This is going to suck. You know it’s going to suck. You hover the gauze over the wound, clenching your teeth. Ready for the suck to begin. Ready to press the peroxide into that big deep gash.

His grip is firm yet gentle. Cool fingers wrapped around your wrist like a feather light vice. His other hand grasping your ankle to stretch your injured leg out straight.

“Lie down.”

You comply instantly. You’ve never heard this voice of his sound so……

“This cloth is entirely dry. I’m assuming that liquid is antiseptic, yes? There isn’t enough.”

You cant see him very well, laying like this. But you can hear the liquid in the peroxide bottle sloshing around as he presumably puts more on the gauze.

“You cursed. Does such a little thing truly cause you pain?”

You don’t feel angry. Because his tone isn’t caustic. It’s that same uncharacteristically gentle cadence.

“Well. It just sucks. And..” You cut off with a hiss as he presses the gauze into your wound.

“If you kick me, I shall break your leg.” His tone is good natured now. Amicable.

“Hold still. There are pieces of detritus in this wound.”

You cant help a little flinch. But it actually doesn’t sting as much as the peroxide had. Just little pricks of discomfort as his fingers delicately debride your torn skin. And he’s very fast.

“This should be covered.”

“Yeah um…. There’s strip gauze just there….”

His movements remain deft, gentle, and quick. As he wraps this long gauze around your leg.

“I feel like you should be very flattered, (Y/N). Something tells me that I haven’t done this for anyone.” That gentle tone again. You don’t answer. Or perhaps you’re simply unsure of how to answer. As he unrolls the leg of your pants over this bandaged wound.

And then his face is looking down at yours.

“And now…” those glittering red irises shift down to your chest.

“Tsk. Your nice clean garment is stained.” You feel his fingers delicately touching at your wounded chest.

When you look down, you can see that he’s right. There are 3 long red ugly lines going across your white shirt.

“Yeah. I’ve never been a very good healer.” You feel sheepish.

“Nonsense. You did just fine with me.”

You can’t respond. Just stare at him and his deliberate misinterpretation of your statement.

He’s looking at those red lines. And his face is suddenly very frightening. He looks so….. absolutely enraged.

You feel his fingers curling around the hem of your shirt. Can feel the touch of the cool morning air upon your belly as he begins to lift it. Utter a little shy whimper as your hands flail down to grasp his fist, trying to keep your shirt down.

This doesn’t sway his actions at all. So strong. Continuing to pull your shirt up regardless of your desperate clawing hands.

You’re not saying anything. He looks so scary. So angry. You can only manage to whimper and gasp. As he pulls that hem right up under your chin.

You continue to whimper as your feel the cold fingers of his free hand touching at your wounds. So very delicate compared to that ruthless hand gripping your shirt. And you’re still clinging to it. That merciless fist.

“This is going to scar, yes? I ought to kill that beast again…..” His voice is raspy and utterly terrifying.

Your grip loosens. He’s not angry with you. He’s……..

“You’re…… I’m…… it’s okay….. I’m okay….”

“I’m perfectly aware that you will survive, you dolt. Now hold still.” But this doesn’t frighten you anymore. His tone has shifted from rage right back into that soft sound. And his face is smooth once more.

He’s getting more gauze. You know that’s what he’s doing. But you’re simply staring. Feeling so exposed. But suddenly not at all nervous of it.

More sloshing sounds. Peroxide.

“There is no detritus here. But I’m sure that animal’s hands were disgusting. They should have NEVER touched you.”

Suddenly, he grabs one of your wrists. Pulls your hand to his cheek.

“Look at me, (Y/N).”

It’s all so oddly gentle. Him nuzzling at your hand even as that peroxide stings into your chest. You realize he’s trying to distract you. And it’s working.

You whimper again. It does hurt. But what you’re watching…. This terrible creature nuzzling your hand even as he’s hurting you……

“Oh…..”

“Be still…… good girl…..” his breath is cool on your fingers.

The pain is gone. And he looks at you for a long moment. Before he focuses on your exposed chest. His hand leaves yours, and your hand drops limply to the soil next to your head.

These touches are as rapid and gentle as the others. He follows your words as you tell him of the bandaging tape. And there’s soon a long white rectangle of gauze between your breasts.

Afterwards, he looks directly into your eyes as his hands slowly pull the hem of your shirt back down your body.

“There now. All better.” He’s grinning that falsely innocent cherub grin. You’re just potato staring.

“You were right. My bedside manner was t-terrible.” You feel another blush. “Yours is much better.”

He grins openly at this. All toothy.

“I know! Now….. you should eat.”

He pulls away from you. Strange…. But you don’t want him to pull away.

You watch him as he sits up straight, crosses his arms, and returns to that closed eyed smile.

“It took me 4 entire seconds to find and capture that fish. If you don’t enjoy it, that might hurt my feelings. You won’t like me when I’m scorned.”

You grin right back.

“Alright. I’m pretty hungry. So I don’t think there’s any worry of that.”

You find that swiss army knife. And begin to skin this fish. He watches you curiously as you do so. You then gut and debone it. He looks incredulous again.

“You cannot digest bones?”

“Nope.”

“Absolutely inferior.” Its such a juxtaposition. This warm tone with that insult.

You cut the fish into strips and skewer it. Then begin to lower it towards the heat of that crackling fire.

“What….. are you….. DOING???” He sounds so horrified that you jerk your face around to stare at him.

“I’m…… cooking…. Our fish??” But you’re giggling. He looks just as horrified as he sounds.

“You’re ruining it!”

“I’m COOKING it.”

He wrinkles his nose.

“I’m glad I’ve already eaten, myself. That is now YOUR fish. I want NONE of that desecrated meat.”

“Did you eat a raw fish, Frieza?” Now you feel horrified.

“Of course I did. I would never ruin perfectly good meat.”

“Ew.” You blanch.

“Ew to you. Absolutely barbaric and disgusting. Roasting fish meat.”

You roll your eyes and rustle thru your pack until you find a salt packet in your pack. Tear it and sprinkle some on the sizzling fish.

“What abominations are you perpetrating upon that fish now?”

“Yummy salt. I’m a yummy salt perp.”

He wrinkles his nose and sticks his tongue out again. You giggle.

He watches with horrified fascination as you pluck off a piece of roasted salted fish and blow on it before popping it into your mouth.

“Oh gosh this is actually super good. Thank you!”

He rolls his eyes.

“It was good until you ruined it.”

You smile, cheeks all puffed out. He scowls.

As you chew, you study your little encampment.

“I’ll need to boil more water. We’re running low.”

He moves to stand. You swallow your bite and take another as you watch him.

He walks over to the pail of river water you’d set near the tent 2 days ago. Two whole days. Because yesterday you’d….. been too busy.

You blush intensely as you stuff a huge bite of fish into your mouth.

It’s much brighter now. The sun peeking over the tops of the trees

He picks the large pail up and walks right back to sit cross legged in front of you, still holding it in his splayed hands.

“This water? You need to boil this, yes?”

“Mmhmm.” You answer as best you can with your mouth full.

“Your digestive system is pathetically sensitive.” Again, this insult is uttered with a good natured tone.

He looks down into the water. And freezes. Face suddenly slack. You swallow.

“Is…. Are….. you okay?”

“I look…. Nothing like you.”

“Well yeah. You’re an alien.” You’re giggling again. But as he speaks, still staring into that reflection, those giggles die away.

“I do not know who I am. I know I am a wicked thing. I LOOK like a wicked thing, don’t I?” He looks up at you, that smooth expressionless face again.

You’re just staring. Suddenly so in awe of him. Warmth blooming inside your chest. He….. You realize that in this amnesia he’s in….. he’s seeing his own face for the first time.

“I don’t think so. At least not sometimes. Not right now. You don’t look wicked at all. You just look different. That’s all.”

He looks down into that ghostly rippling face below his own.

“So strange. I had imagined I’d resemble you somewhat.”

“Why?”

“I am uncertain. I have no other face with which to gauge my own.”

You’re suddenly not hungry anymore. Set the rest of the fish down.

“No other face?”

“There was that beast that had harmed you. But I knew I could not appear as that thing did. I have no fur. I…. Do not know any other face but..... yours.” He looks up at you again. He looks almost confused. “I had assumed I would resemble you more closely.”

You just stare at him as he’s staring at you. And suddenly…..

“We. He had said ‘we.’” Your voice sounds hollow. You’re dooming your planet and you know it. You shouldn’t tell him what you’re about to tell him. But…. He looks so…… he looks almost as if he’s pleading for something. And you just CAN’T….. You cant withhold help from him.

He tilts his head.

“We?”

“Yes….. that guy that…. He cut me….”

His face hardens.

“That thing will never harm you again.” That dark scary tone now.

Your heart turns over. This thing. This alien. This being that will take everything away from you. That already has taken everything you’ve ever cared about. But you can’t lie to him.

“I know he won’t.”

His face smoothens into relief. He had, in that moment, wanted to convey safety to you. You simply cannot withhold the same for him. The words pour out, feeling like acid in your throat.

“We. He said ‘we.’ There are others out there. Here. That know who you are. If you find them, maybe they can….” You feel bile gurgling in your tummy.

“Maybe they can help you remember yourself. Maybe you’ll remember other faces too.”

Like human faces. Alien faces. All the people whose lives he’s destroyed. You feel like you’re betraying everything you’ve ever known. Including him. You feel like Lord Frieza would never look at you the way this alien across from you is tilting his head right now. But you just can’t….. lie to him.

He looks back down to the water.

“Remember myself……” he looks so thoughtful for a moment.

Just a moment.

Before his face creases in concentration.

You watch in amazement. The air tickles your nose with that same acrid smell. And the bucket begins to glow red hot in his splayed hands. You can hear the water bubbling within.

He does this for several minutes. Before that glow dims and he sets the steaming pail aside.

“There. The water is boiled. Now you can rest.” He beams at you, tail fluttering behind him.

You just stare. That odd warmth in your chest as persistent as the steam rising from that pail. As he’s grinning at you. As if he doesn’t care at all about the information you’ve just told him.

“Yeah. I guess I should rest now.”

You rise. Go to your tent. He follows you. Stands at the door as you shimmy out of your pants. The shirt hangs to mid thigh. It’s not like he can see anything. And you suddenly don’t care if he CAN.

You crawl into the cot. Sigh and nuzzle into the pillow.

“You comin?”

“No, (Y/N). I do not require sleep as you do. I shall keep your fire going. And ensure nothing disturbs you.”

Your eyelids are drifting closed, exhaustion already claiming you. As you hear that zipper. He’s shutting you in.

Your voice is a quiet murmur into the soft pillow.

“You’re gonna kill me. But I think….. I think I love you…”

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