#Cleo Wade Are You Holding In

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[PAC - Your first date together. Please do not copy or repost any part of the reading.]

There are 4 piles. This a general, collective reading as usual, take what resonates, this is for fun! Regardless of the banner, it doesn't have to be a romantic relationship - it could be friends or relatives.

This extensive reading includes sub-questions, signs and quotes! I also read possible things about you and about them, because why not! You can take it as further confirmation that it's your pile. XD

Take a slow breath, clear your mind and intuitively pick an image or number (you can ask your higher self and your spirit guides to help you choose it).

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Pile 1

Signs:

It's 1:11PM I'm not even joking, number 8, relating to each other, reciprocated feelings, sudden confession and realising it's reciprocated, February, Lewis

No way I just got a poem on reciprocity by Cleo Wade!!! Two messages on that; for some it's reciprocated, for others don't waste time on someone who doesn't reciprocate your feelings!

United States, North America, Mexico, area between North and South America.

Astrological placements: Moon domiant, Cancer, Jupiter dominant, Sagittarius, Pisces, Moon conjunct Jupiter. Virgo rising, Gemini rising, Mercury in Aries, Mercury in Capricorn.

Possible things about you:

Life path 7, deep thinker, big on self-improvement and self-reflection. Maybe you're into manifestation as well. You might be very pretty according to societal standards, or you like to take care of yourself and your appearance. I think you're someone very kind and caring to others too. Do you do the same for yourself? Such an empathetic soul. You're a gift on Earth my love, know that.

Maybe you want to fly away, you want some freedom and get away somewhere far, but for some reason you've got to stay where you are. It's alright, all in due time.

Some of you may like Aphrodite or Venus, or you're in that phase of your life that she rules over, such as beauty, goddess energy, sacredness, femininity, etc.

Some of you may want to be a mother really bad, you want your own baby, you love children. A small minority of you could have a child already, but some may get pregnant/be a new father in the near future. :)

Possible things about them: 2 groups came up so you may intuitively pick 1 or 2, or both!

group 1:

they're the ones who feel the same about you haha!

they may also want a child or want their own baby, that's so sweet Pile 1. very caring individuals too and maybe that's something you relate on between each other.

they may feel like you uplift them whenever you speak or are physically with them. I feel like whenever you're around, they don't have these dark thoughts anymore. Maybe you ease their anxiety naturally, without even trying. I feel like they really feel comfortable and safe with you, and whatever the future holds, they hope that you don't let go of them. Actually, they wish to not let go of you. They don't want to. They see you with such respect and admiration, they really love you in that sense. It's not just infatuation or attachment, they love your traits/character.

their love language could be gift giving or handwritten notes.

group 2:

wow, we've got an ambitious and hard working person here. very powerful and independent. wants to rise to the top, they want to be successful and go higher. they want to excel at what they do, career wise or romance. it's like Suga singing "I wanna big house, big car, big ring" (something like that lol). great at multitasking and overseeing plans, but they could tend to be a bit controlling as a result. like their work mindset spills over in the personal life and relationships. it is not very bad though, but they may not realise. For some of them, if you tell them honestly that they're being a bit controlling or disrespectful in certain ways, they will feel bad and apologise and try to correct their attitude. They're not a bad person, they want to do their best so much that they are less self aware.

Your first date together:

How - probably not in the most romantic way? whatever is going to lead to that first date is not peaceful. maybe some misunderstanding or friction has to happen for you two to take that step forward.

Where - somewhere dry or far from water. Or there's not much around, far from the city. i.e. you might go hiking with them for the first date...are y'all dating a German? LMAO. On a more serious note, if you're a woman don't go on first dates where there's literally no one around. Safety first.

What - again could be hiking, rock climbing, risky/outdoorsy activities, dates in nature...

Quote:

"Friendship is a sheltering tree" (Cornwall, L., 2015)

"When we focus solely on validation from the outside world, we end up being very easily controlled by circumstance, but when we remain humble and firmly rooted in our ever-present goodness, we can celebrate our accomplishments and learn from our disappointments without letting them be the things that define us" (Wade, C., 2018)

That's it Pile 1, I really enjoyed reading for you. Remember this is a collective reading, so take what resonates only.

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Pile 2

Hi Pile 2! This is my creative pile <3

Signs:

November, teenager, architecture, museum, fashion lover, gossiping together or telling each other the crispy stuff, someone with a loyal character, someone looking after a garden or wanting to have one - maybe likes flowers.

Being a romantic, someone wants to be in love, someone has Venus in Pisces, someone thinks about love or their crush.

Be careful of trains.

Someone is going through an experience which pushes them to find their inner strength and resolve, which increases their self-confidence.

Venus trine Saturn, Venus in the 8th house.

Hawaii, Japan, Africa/South Africa cities, East China cities, South Korea, your person can be from Argentina

Possible things about you:

Pile 2, I'm getting some of you like gardening and drawing. In particular, you might like bees and are a strong supporter of saving our bees. You might have a green hand. Not even a green thumb, the whole hand lol! Some of you might have had past lives as nature spirits like faes, you might have an affinity with them or have them as spirit guides.

Some of you might know a lot about nature in general or you might even know a lot about indigenous flora and fauna, or specific species of plants. Some of you may have seen orbs of faeries outside...

Possible things about them:

I think the person you're thinking about likes fashion, or for some they might relate to you regarding nature/gardening. They might have fine features or seem delicate and gentle. It feels like looking at ice in their eyes, but it is so gentle. It is reflected in their personality as well. Very kind and calm. Number 33 on the card is jumping out to me, so you might see this number as well.

Ok definitely they are into fashion. For some, this is someone older than you. For others, your person is definitely more mature than their actual age. Like, very very mature and wise. It doesn't feel like it comes from difficult experiences, it feels like they didn't have as much of a difficult upbringing. Maybe they were naturally this way, and good parenting may have helped.

Side note, they could be a bit dreamy.

I don't usually get the past lives card but here it is, so this friend could be from a past life. Or, I'm getting they might remember theirs.

First date together:

They might tell you straight up that they want to go on a date with you. They might text you or ask you face-to-face. You guys have a good connection, very in synch. You two might be very vocal on your date, as in talking a lot and expressing yourself.

Some people in Pile 2 might go karaoke or sing at some point while you have fun together.

Some of you might actually have a unique date where you dress up, put on makeup, get all pretty and fun i.e. cosplay! You might take photos or film your date, you're going to be out there! Ooh lala so fancy! xD

It feels like it's your usual hangout as friends but somehow it's also different, closer and it's getting more realll. I.e. you might get more touchy-touchy this time, they might hold your waist or your hand, or they might kiss your cheek by surprise... Aw this is cute xD

Quotes:

"the time has always been now"

"I will not be a victim"

"you are going to be okay"

"the timing is always right to love someone"

(Wade, C., 2018)

That's it Pile 2, I wish you the best 🤗. Remember this is a collective reading, so take what resonates only.

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Pile 3

Hi Pile 3! What an interesting and sweet pile.

Signs:

November, strong friendship bond that was made naturally, finding your tribe, realising your own value and worth, sticking with your real friends, be grateful for the loving people and goodness in your life.

Neptune in Taurus, Gemini Rising.

Australia, Sydney/Canberra, Pacific Islands, Samoa, Mongolia, Kazakhstan, Russia.

Possible things about you:

You are very shy, secretive, and value personal space and privacy very much.

Some of you like to read physical books.

I'm seeing of you are teenagers, younger girls.

You are a good listener and confident, people always trust you to keep their secrets, and you will not even tell your best friend or your dog a word of it.

You keep many parts of yourself hidden, for example you are secretly very nurturing and creative. You might like little children.

Possible things about them:

I'm seeing yellow and a ball, so I feel like they really like children.

They are also like a big ray of sunlight. They are that person that illuminates the room as soon as they walk in.

They are very honest and open, and perhaps you like that about them.

They are also very warm and compassionate. They bring people in and make sure not to leave out anyone. Never puts themselves above anyone else and aways try to harmonise everyone.

Like you, they dislike discord. You just have a different way to deal with peace/discord and people. But they like your own way of being and they don't want you to change.

Your first date together:

Interestingly enough, I feel like some of you might have your first date with children around, maybe looking after some, i.e. their little cousins or siblings.

Some you might go fishing and/or have a picnic outside.

During this date, they will absolutely love how you don't hide any part of yourself, you're just being yourself and expressing yourself without restriction. You'll come out of your shell because you'll be influence by him, by the children, and you'll be super comfortable overall. You might actually have lots of fun. Scenario example of the date could be that you, them and their little cousins all go fishing, and then you have your picnic nearby; you have fun all day.

I feel like you and your date are seemingly opposite but actually very similar within. You just express yourself differently and process things differently. You might even be a ENFP/INFP or ENFJ/INFJ duo.

Quotes:

"Shepherd-like compassion means considering the benefit of the masses first, so that we place others first and 'I' last". (Yuthok, L. C., 2005)

Aw that's it Pile 3. Thank you for reading. As always, this is a collective reading so take only what resonates and the general ideas with you.

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Pile 4

Signs:

October, fake friend, chasing after someone's love - love is to be received, not chased after, someone wise and mature, compassionate, someone who likes include everyone and whose motto is "we're all in this together"

Someone here has to let go of someone that does not deserve them.

Someone here could receive a letter from the person they are thinking of in this PAC.

Someone's person for this PAC is a romantic relationship and it could be very passionate.

Mars in Scorpio, Mercury square Neptune, Mercury square Pluto, Jupiter in 10th, Jupiter in 12th

Sudan, South Pacific, NZ, Hawaii, Cuba

Possible things about you:

You could be very emotional and sometimes letting emotions get to you, and it might be hard for you to be more in control. I feel like you guys might sometimes let your emotions get the better of you or affect situations you're in. And then you suffer the consequences. I.e. getting overly angry and saying things you regret later, or getting upset, crying, and not being able to react properly and also regretting later on.

I sense some of you are super generous, but you're so kind and compassionate that some people take advantage of you. I feel like a minority of this group are super kind-hearted and never see the worst in people; you never expect people to lie or have bad intentions - or you could be neurodivergent and just not realise it. I'm feeling upset for you 😭

Actually, if you're neurodivergent, it would make sense why it's hard for you to manage your emotions sometimes.

Some of you could have been having a hard time taking care of yourself and organising things ahead, almost feeling like a ghost or a shell. You're especially lacking self-care and that's been taking a toll on you. I also sense that it's causing you to feel disconnected from yourself. You could be trying to desperately hold on to yourself.

Overall, Pile 4, you're very wise and mature, very compassionate and you have strong values. You do not tolerate lying or deceiving, unfairness and similar unacceptable behaviours.

Some of you like to bring people together, others like things to be peaceful in a social context even if you're not the social butterfly.

Possible things about them:

I'm getting that they are someone really smart and intelligent in that they are very creative. They like to create and build things. They are innovative. However, they are possibly channeling this energy in the wrong place or activity and it's wasted. Their confidence and self-esteem is affected as a result.

They're very optimistic and positive so once they regain their spirit, they will get a breakthrough.

Might have a very messy mind, octopus mind, or hyperactive mind

Head in the clouds type of person, they don't mean to ignore you Pile 4. That's also how they get all their cool ideas and solutions

Some of you may have manifested them

The smoke in the card is calling at me so perhaps someone will understand bc I don't lol

I think they could also be someone who values justice and fairness, as well as respect in general

Your first date together:

Honestly all I'm seeing is you might spend your first at home with this person, or at least most of you will

Super chill, relaxed, comfy. Doesn't look like you'll be doing much or do anything that requires much effort.

Could be something simple like playing video games at home while eating snacks, but it's just you and them in the house.

I think part of the reason is because there's not much else to do? Maybe you live in a boring area for your age range.

They might gift you something speciallll. Maybe a birthday present. Or a handwritten letter, like I mentioned in the signs part at the beginning.

Honestly I'm just seeing this date is something pure, just nice and you guys are super kind and have a great time with each other.

Quotes:

"Love yourself enough to tell the truth." (Wade, C., 2018)

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"Often we don't want to act as though we did something beneficial all by ourselves; rather, we feel a need to acknowledge the help of others." (Yuthok, L. C., 2005)

That's it beautiful Pile 4, thanks for reading and I hope you had fun reading this PAC. Let me know your thoughts!

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Hi! Thanks for reading and hope you enjoyed! I quite enjoyed this Pick-a-Pile. I also tried a new format, so that the post is shorter and hopefully easier to read. Let me know if you prefer the paragraphs though 😂

I might do a Past Life PAC next! I want to do something original, so the format could be different again 👀

Enjoy your date! 💕

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Day Ten- Kestrel

Inigo looks naked without any gold on him. He isn't, of course, this island may be uninhabited but it's not all that far from the Faction Isle and he's not even alone. Lazuli technically isn't naked either, even though he's not sure the gauzy fabric wrapped around her torso is really doing anything in the way of covering her. But she'd swam here and she insists that bulkier clothing sucks when wet. Inigo, in simple breeches and a loose shirt that's seen better days, has simply decided to suffer. Lazuli gives him a grin from where she's drifting in the bay.

"Alright, get in here, the oysters aren't gonna harvest themselves."

Inigo laughs and wades into the surf.

"And you promise these things are watertight? Salt water stings."

Lazuli rolls her eyes.

"Yes, yes, the goggles aren't going to leak and hurt your precious little human eyes, Cleo was very sure they work."

She flops back into the water with a lazy flick of her tail. Inigo takes a deep breath and dives after her. True to her word the goggles don't leak, though it takes Inigo a second to trust that enough to actually open his eyes. Before the two of them lies the sea floor, littered with rocks which are, in turn, littered with oysters. Lazuli takes Inigo by the wrist and gently tugs him towards the nearest rock. He can swim (and duly kicks along as they go) but this process is usually done by, sirens who very much have gills* so they'd decided it's best to let Lazuli do most of the swimming so Inigo can focus on the harvesting and the not running out of air parts. To that end, he peers at the oysters in front of him. Lazuli had said something about spotting the right markings but had refused to actually say what the right markings are, so he's not really sure why they bothered. They do like being cryptic, he supposes.

After a moment's consideration he reaches for one with a small cross etched into its shell. At Lazuli's stifled wince, he switches to one with a tiny v which gets a twitch of a smile. Yanking it off the rock takes a little effort, but it comes off easy enough that he's pretty sure he can do it multiple times before he's at risk of drowning. Which, given that that's the plan, is definitely a good thing. He stows it in a net bag sling around his waist and adds another when he spots one with the right marking. Technically speaking, he only needs two and a lot of luck, but Lazuli had warned him they'd probably need to try several oysters to find two properly sized pearls. Lazuli tugs him over to a different rock before he can reach for the oysters again.

The process repeats until he can feel his lungs burning. They hadn't come up with a signal which was probably a mistake, but it's one he doesn't get the time to regret because almost the moment he has the thought, Lazuli's hand in back on his arm and he's being dragged to the surface. He considers wasting the breathe he takes asking Lazuli how they knew, but there's something in their eyes that keeps him quiet.

"Ok fingers crossed we've got some pearls! We're staying out here until we do."

*and a handful of people who pride themselves on the ability to hold their breath for an abnormally long time

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Inigo, of course, belongs to @pacificwaternymph! This was longer in my head but it's been way too goddamn long since the actual prompt day and I am cutting my goddamn losses

#lazuli the heron #inigo the kestrel #my writing #psmptober2023

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Signing Back In, Apparently - 20

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Scar woke as electricity spasmed through his nerves, lighting his entire body on fire. He felt himself slip and then he was falling, but it was only seconds before his back hit the water, the cold shocking him back to life. Heavily disoriented, all he had was a tight command at the back of his mind, to wake up, to move . Where was he going? What was he running from? His eyes stung as he opened them under the dark water, trying to figure it out. Ah, he needed to breathe, didn’t he. He should work on that. Which way was up? Scar kicked out through the dark water, hardly able to see his arms in front of his face. Just as panic was starting to overwhelm him, he felt something latch around his chest and heave him upwards, spinning him around so fast Scar thought he might pass out again. Again? He couldn’t remember.. he couldn’t.. something was missing.

Scar struggled to focus his vision as his head broke the surface, letting himself be dangled as whatever held him pulled him from the water. He felt his body begin to go limp before another jolt shot through all of his nerves, too painful to scream. It was over as fast as it began, a new warning at the back of his head. Danger! He needed to move, he needed to run- Scar flailed, unsettled as parts of his captor seemed intangible, unable to be clawed or pushed.

“Whoa, there he is!”

Recognition tightened Scar’s attention, his vision clearing as he struggled to look up and match a face to the voice. His eyes still stung from the water. Panic that felt unlike his own burst through his limbs as he recognized Cub, and he struggled with new vigor.

“Hey man, get a hold of yourself. Merlin wrecked your boat and we don’t need you drowning before we get to see them in action!”

Scar took in gasping breaths when words failed him, struggling to calm his racing heart. Why was he so afraid? Had he really lost his grip so completely? His hands finally found purchase on Cub’s form, a coat maybe, which he squeezed tightly. Where was his control? Why wouldn’t his head stop screaming?

“You did something to me,” Scar heaved, “You ruined me. This is your fault.”

“Cheers- oh, one minute,” Cub stopped at a buzz of static from something in his pocket, dropping Scar entirely to fish it out. Scar yelped as he fell, splashing below the water’s surface once more. He hit the seafloor butt first, taking a sputtering moment to realize he could stand. Scar pushed himself to the surface, suddenly grateful his hair was tied back. He was up to his neck, but he could move, he could swim. Cub was dressed in a physical lab coat over the one in his ghost’s form and those same long black gloves he had worn to cut open Scar’s back. Dressed for moving humans around, how lovely. A voice Scar didn’t recognize stopped him in his tracks, loud and slightly muffled by static.

“Cleo- come on- she’s not responding-” the walkie in Cub’s hand clicked off, Cub himself frowning deeply.

“Shit,” he muttered, before bringing the device to his face, “Joe, just get them to shore, you don’t have to worry about them dying, I’m sure they’ll come back. If not, I can take care of it.”

“ That’s not helpful, Cub!” Joe yelled back, Scar hearing the voice through the walkie as well as across the water. They must be close, but the thick fog made it difficult to see.

Cub shrugged, giving Scar an exasperated look, “I don’t get it.” The walkie continued to go off, but Cub put it away with a frown. Scar opened his mouth to respond as he waded backwards, but the words dried on his tongue. There was something bright like sparks going off behind Cub and Scar squinted, trying to see where it was coming from through the fog. Trying to remember where he recognized those lights. Cub followed his gaze with a casual confusion, only for his entire body to tense, floating in a staggered pose of fear before swooping down and dragging Scar across the water. “Time to go!”

Scar didn’t even have time to scream before a massive form, Merlin , bore down on them, the force of the following draft nearly sending Cub, and by extension Scar, flying. He heard Cub’s laughter as he was forced to hold on for dear life, dangling helplessly in the air.

“Look at that! You’re trying to fly! Those wings won’t hold you though,” Cub sounded delighted, forcing Scar to look back and see his ghostly wings flapping with a feverous panic.

“I’m not doing that!” Scar bit back, embarrassment rising on his face. He gasped as pain radiated through his entire head, causing a headache so fierce he thought he might let go and fall. Merlin. It must have hit its head in the shallow water. He sputtered curses and insults, his words moving so fast, he hardly even processed what he was saying, which Cub found pretty amusing. Cub only stopped his chuckling when a column of flame shot overhead, forcing him into a tight dive as the fire adjusted its course to follow their track. Scar recognized the sound of the fireworks the ghosts used to get around quicker, terror gripping fast as Cub moved a hand off his back to set them off.

“Your ghosts didn’t say Merlin could breathe fire!” Cub yelped, diving again as Merlin pursued them. Scar saw them more clearly now above the fog line. Merlin must have been double, maybe triple the size, and so much longer , body snaking in loops like a dragon. It’s face- both faces- were split down the middle, filled with sparkling cracks. From him. From Sausage’s gun.

“ It couldn’t! It- it’s bigger!” Scar found himself gasping for air, unable to catch his breath before Cub shot off again with the help of more firework rockets. Scar felt more pain in his head, in his arms, as Merlin crashed into the trees below. Cub’s walkie was rattling off constantly now, but Scar couldn’t hear the words. He couldn’t do anything.

Cub paused in the air, surprised, “Really? Now that’s interesting.. is the island having an effect on its form?” Merlin charged back through the air as Cub considered, Scar scratching frantically at his coat until he clumsily moved out of the way. Every careless movement made Scar more and more sure he was going to get dropped. Every helpless moment making him more and more angry. Cub paused again before speaking through his walkie, “Merlin is pursuing Scar, where should I take him?”

“-Perimeter. Take him to the Perimeter,” another voice, but one Scar didn’t recognize. At least now, some of the other ghosts had caught Merlin’s attention, leading her snaking above and below the fog. Scar recognized Grian’s yell.

“Cub!” Another ghost flew above the fog line dressed from head to toe in uniform complete with a helmet that obscured his face. He hardly looked like a ghost besides the fact that he was flying. “Cleo needs you. Joe is going to join you and the rest of us will keep Merlin away from your lab as long as possible.”

“She didn’t come back?” Cub sounded surprised, Scar mildly interested to hear the worry under his tone.

“No. Not yet at least, but we don’t have time to wait if season nine is ending. Do what you do. If you need extra help, just call.”

“Right. Well when this net plan doesn’t work, I bet bringing Scar to the brink would slow it down.”

“You- you mean close to death?”

"Do I get to be part of this conversation?” Scar cut in, but was promptly ignored. Cub gave his companion a dark look, answering that question.

“Let’s talk later,” the other ghost sounded unsure, but Scar didn’t have the chance to say anything else before Cub tossed him into the open air. The other ghost yelped, but hardly as loud as Scar screamed. He was caught with a grunt, the ghost taking a moment to collect himself. “Hello Scar, I’m Xisuma.”

Scar seethed, saying nothing. Cub flew off with his firework rockets, and Xisuma dragged him in the opposite direction. There was light beneath the fog, partially dispersing its thickness. Fire. Scar couldn’t bring himself to care. Right now, he’d be happy to see this whole place burn.

“Alright,” Xisuma continued unsteadily after the awkward pause, “I understand you’re upset..” he trailed off. Scar wished Xisuma was physical so he could bite him. Well technically, with the uniform… Scar didn’t get the chance to decide when Xisuma flew off, holding him far more gently than Cub had. Somehow, this was more infuriating. The light from the fires made it easier to see through the fog as Xisuma dipped below the fog line, and Scar could see a dozen or so ghosts weaving in and around Merlin. It was looking disoriented, moving its heads slowly as it tried to follow multiple ghosts at once, only to give up and spit flame at whoever happened to be closest.

“Hey!” Xisuma yelled, his voice holding almost zero authority, “Uh, Merlin! This is the guy you want dead right? I’ve got him! Come chase me!” Xisuma held Scar out like he was some sort of dog treat, Scar only able to dangle limply. His arms were going to fucking hurt tomorrow. The other ghosts seemed to understand, slowing their flashy assault, and Merlin’s focus locked upwards, right on Scar.

“I’m going to throw up,” Scar deadpanned, taking great joy in Xisuma’s panicked expression.

“Please don’t-” Xisuma cut himself off with a yell as Merlin launched upward, just barely dodging out of the way. He said no more before holding him closer, and Scar was pleased to see a strangled expression on the ghost’s face as he shot off with his firework rockets. The other ghosts followed suit, the sound of rocket blasts filling the air alongside Merlin’s roars. Scar heard another ghost yell something along the lines of ‘Oh, come on!’ as Merlin scorched the earth of the shopping district, seemingly just to destroy things for fun. Well, if Scar could breathe fire, that’s probably what he would do too. The fires from the forest marched forward behind Merlin, like soldiers into battle. It was terrifying how quickly it spread, like the force of Merlin’s anger couldn’t help but swallow the rest of the world in its path. Scar couldn’t tear his gaze away, even as the wind and smoke stung his eyes. His friends, his family, letting their fire loose. If only it hadn’t taken their deaths to reignite it. Scar resigned himself to the sky, only caring to watch the destruction of this strange world.

The Perimeter was an imposing sight, an industrial hole in the ground so massive, Scar couldn’t see the other side. The ghosts below caught his eye, maybe because of their somewhat unique looking appearances, but also because of the net they had hauled from the bottomless pit. It was big, but not nearly big enough. Probably also flammable. Scar hoped he wouldn’t spontaneously combust if Merlin set himself on fire. Out of all the ways he had imagined himself going, that was one of the least appealing, up there with the stupid shit, like disease or passing in his sleep.

Scar was a bit shocked when Xisuma set him on the grassy edge, nearly forgetting how to use his legs after being ragdolled around for so long. He considered running, but he only backed away a couple steps before the Perimeter ghosts started yelling orders and Xisuma put his hands on his shoulders. The order was clear. Stay. He promptly flew off to help with the net, leaving Scar alone. Well, if no one was here to stop him…

Scar looked to the Perimeter, wondering if he’d be able to get down there somehow and hide away; just escape from all the bullshit and take his life back into his own hands. The voice at the back of his mind seemed to like that idea. However, he hardly took two steps forward before someone slammed into him, knocking him clean on his back. The left side of his head screamed as Scar hit the ground, and he laid there for a moment to recover, drawing a hand over his face. Grian and Impulse were waiting at his feet when he finally looked up, each sporting the long gloves Cub had been wearing. Of course.

“Well hello there,” Scar mumbled, rubbing his face.

“Don’t even think about it,” Grian growled, threat evident in his stance. His anger was dropped immediately as he looked past Scar, replaced with a restless anxiety. Scar followed his gaze to see the ghosts lifting the net, trying now to tangle it around Merlin.

“Maybe you guys should go deal with that, make sure they don’t hurt him,” Scar muttered, turning his eye back to his ghosts. Neither looked remotely pleased at that, but Impulse put a hand on Grian’s shoulder, encouraging him to go. After a short hesitation, Grian nodded, hopping into the air and flying away. Impulse stayed, glaring.

“Where’d your trust issues come from, huh? Can’t let me off the leash for even a second?”

Impulse crossed his arms, looking silly as his face scrunched in annoyance, “You could say it started when you turned your sword on your crew. Got worse most recently when you turned it on yourself.”

Scar felt his mask of indifference slip, confusion furrowing his brow, “What are you talking about?” There it was, that gap, a block on his memory. Impulse only scowled, whatever he was going to say next interrupted by Merlin’s roar and the following impact of their crash into the Perimeter’s edge. Scar scrambled to his feet to see the net twisted over Merlin’s faces and forelegs, but not stretching much farther than her mid back. He felt the ache of her rough landing in his own arms. Merlin writhed in their trap, thrashing and wailing like a cat getting its head stuck in a bag. Quite adorable really, until they tore forward and freed themself in seconds. Well, that was expected. Scar laughed as he saw Grian, who was trying to help calm Merlin down, get positively launched as it reared upwards, but promptly stopped laughing when Merlin charged directly toward him. Scar saw fire in its open jaws as another force slammed into him, swinging him away.

“Hello, Scar!” Zedaph greeted him cheerily, letting out a small yelp as Merlin’s fire singed his short tail. Cub certainly wasn’t the only ghost here who had modified his appearance; Zedaph holding many sheep-esc traits. Perhaps some of these ghosts didn’t start human at all. At this point, Scar was finding it harder and harder to be a skeptic.

“You aren’t, by chance, planning on stabbing me within an inch of my life with those horns of yours, are you?” Scar asked, unable to quell the thought on his own.

“Uh, nope! Should I be?”

“Preferably not.”

Over Zedaph’s shoulder, Scar saw the fire spreading over the hills in the distance, almost jumping from tree to tree as it swallowed all life. Zedaph followed his gaze.

“Wild, isn’t it? I wonder what’s making it travel so quickly! It’s not like normal fire, no, it’s definitely not, I even saw it eating away at stone buildings in the shopping district! I’m surprised this Merlin fella isn’t all tuckered out already, I can’t imagine how much energy this is taking!”

“Energy? Ghosts don’t get tired, do they? Mine don’t sleep.”

Zedaph’s face lit up, Scar’s expression falling in turn, “They do, actually! Even here where we’re more powerful, if we work too hard or for too long, we need to take breaks and recharge! Eventually, if a ghost doesn’t stop, they’ll get all flickery! Not to mention they’ll be in quite the sour mood!” Zedaph snickered, as if remembering many encounters with tired ghosts. “Oh, I hope when Merlin calms down I’ll get to take a closer look,” Zedaph talked breezily as he zipped around with Scar, dodging through Merlin’s forelegs and fire with extra, extremely disorienting, flair, “The way they keep breaking apart is fascinating! I see them so far and I’m like ‘won’t be able to catch me here!’ and then they totally just launch the first half of their body forward to bite me in half! Crazy stuff! Hey, is that injury on your face related to the cracks on theirs?”

“No,” Scar grunted as Zedaph rocketed suddenly in a different direction, doing a little spin as he went, “Just coincidence.” With the way Zedaph was flying, he was pretty sure he might actually puke. Zedpah deflated with a frown, and Scar was amused with how Zedaph took him at his word. The ghost adjusted the way he held Scar as his walkie started buzzing, picking it out of his pocket.

“We’re going to need another plan,” a voice Scar didn’t recognize said, sounding anxious, “This fire isn’t letting up, even near the water. What if it never burns out, even after the whole island is covered? We won’t be able to touch the ground anymore.”

“Net didn’t work, huh?” Cub’s voice, sounding unconcerned. There was a lot of background noise; clicking glass, tools, and Joe’s voice, but the words weren’t too audible, “My suggestion is to mess with Scar’s body, get him close to death to slow it down.”

Zedaph gave Scar a knowing look, smiling. “Classic Cub.”

“Not helpful! Don’t do that!” Scar yelped, the panic that felt so unlike him sputtering out in a humiliating squeak. Fuck, he really needed to get it together.

“No! That’s too dangerous!” Grian’s voice was painfully loud through the walkie; he must’ve stolen it from another ghost, “If we start hurting Pearl and Mumbo, they might panic! It might get worse! What if you accidentally kill Scar?” There were some static and shuffling noises as the walkie was taken back.

“We can’t distract them forever,” another voice, strong and practical, “We might need to keep that in mind, just in case.”

Zedaph talked now, bringing the walkie to his face, “The fire looks like it’s spreading regardless of what Merlin does. Slowing it down might not stop the fire at all, especially if the fire spread is fueled by its magic, not its physical state. We might be able to exhaust it if we keep defending like we are now.”

“What if it can’t stop until the island is destroyed? What if it’s like destiny, the way the season is meant to end? Maybe we can help it wreck the place, and this will end sooner.” Scar recognized one of the Perimeter ghosts as he spoke, using big gestures.

“That is an awful idea. I’m getting my TNT now,” Scar didn’t recognize the voice, but he saw the ghost beside the prior put away his walkie and fly into the Perimeter, quickly joined by his friend. Scar was surprised to hear more assent from the other ghosts, many looking nervous, but at the same time, more animated. Scar guessed they didn’t blow up their own homes very often. Must be like the forbidden fruit for dead people or something.

“Stupid follow up idea!” Zedaph piped up, looking excited, “Maybe once Merlin sees us all destroying our stuff, they’ll understand we’re on their side and we can all be friends!"

The following ghosts who spoke agreed that was, in fact, a stupid idea. Zedaph seemed pleased. Cub suggested once more they just stab Scar a couple times and see what happened, but apparently the idea of destroying their own builds alongside a giant moth monster was too appealing to pass up. Scar huffed, reaching out for Zedaph’s walkie. The ghost understood, handing it over cheerily after another close dodge.

“Right. If this is happening, can I please get carried around by a less neurotic flier.”

#hermitcraft #pirates smp #mumbo jumbo #grian #gtws #goodtimeswithscar #pearlecentmoon #impulseSV #boatem #boatemghostsau #cubfan135 #zombiecleo #joe hills #zedaph #xisumavoid

[bcofl0ve]

kaia gerber bookclub brief - cleo wade episode

(as a kaia fan these summaries will be more kaia centric than guest centric, if you guys would prefer me do more summarizing of things the guests say lmk!)

beginning bit with just kaia, says she's excited to try the prerecording thing because it takes away the pressure of being live/timed/cut off (austin i am ounce again asking you to fix y'alls router!!!!!!)

nooo kaia don't say you dogear your books nooo (it's okay i do too)

the way she says "hi!"to cleo at the 1:46 mark is SO cute i'm gonna trim it down later and post she's so baby girl

lauren dern is who introduced kaia to cleo

first question was asking cleo how she's found her voice in her writing- which kaia prefaced by saying she feels intimidated by poetry.

cleo brought up mary oliver and kaia mentioned that she also really liked her

kaia saying she researched by reading past interviews cleo has done was a real cute moment wah she's such a sweetie

i assume this was filmed a while ago bc of the following:

"i had a friend say to me the other day- i'd rushed home from a really long flight and it was her birthday and i rushed to a dinner and i was so tired but i was like i need to show up for everyone this is what i have to do. and she goes- she was turning 28 (so this was ayo then? the flight i assume coming back from paris)- "i can't wait till you turn 28 and you text me and you say i'm tired i don't feel like coming i love you." she's like- i'll be so proud of you."

realizing midway through that was about ayo made me read it in her voice typing it LOL friend of the year!!! she truly seems like such a great gal

next question is about forgiveness and remembering love even when it's hard. really liked cleo's answer to this essentially saying that everything can be seasonal f you look at it a certain way and to embrace the nature of things.

kaia saying friendship breakups are harder than relationship breakups and that they feel like open wounds that live in us...soooooo real.

skipped typing the 3rd question oops but it was about showing love to yourself

4th question: how do we move forward from [unhealthy] things we've learned especially from our family dynamics

cleo mentioned being obsessed with a guy in her twenties and kaia's little exhale laugh (17:42 time stamp) made me giggle...#real i'm obsessed with him too dw!

topic is moving to social media, kaia says she tries not to go on it very often

5th question is about what social media has done to people's empathy.

while i listen to cleo: there's a few jump cuts and i can't help but be a little nosey about what was maybe edited out but i think that nosiness defeats the purpose of what they're talking about rn so maybe i shouldn't say that haha

kaia said it's reflective of how she's doing when she chooses to obsess over the one negative comment as opposed to the positive ones. bby ):

"i think social media has made it so these thoughts that we convince ourselves no one else would ever notice about us are written for everyone to see"

i'm glad she has her comments off for herself but man it makes me sad that she sees the nasty shit people say else where.

generally speaking listening to this niche of talk from celebrities is always so interesting in that i'm like wow so true! while at the same time typing this on a gossip blog and in a very big way being a "part of the problem". much to think about.

cleo talked a lot about people thinking celebrities belong to them and kaia very much echoed all of that

kaia circled back to the positives of social media and talked about the march for our lives. as someone who has on and off worked with march that made me smile! jaya, laura dern's daughter occasionally goes to events too lol i have friends that have met her.

okay now we're getting to the blurb that she posted on Instagram so i feel like summarizing that would be kinda redundant haha

but kaia holding her book open with her hair like this is sooo princess belle core.

i like this format a lot better than the instagram lives tbh

for some reason it's easier for me to pay attention?

little end bit with just kaia. her little thank you to the viewers was so youtube vlogger core but in a very endearing way. okay miss youtuber!!!

and that's it! excited for the revamp of book club that seems to be in the making and the future of it. you can tell that kaia loves doing it and i like listening to her!

#kaia gerber #cleo wade #kaia gerber book club #library science #library science with kaia gerber #books #bookblr

[redhairedwolfwitch]

Yup, It's a Leprechaun, All Right - Legacies x Noralise!Daughter!Reader

To Whom It May Concern

B/m/n = biological mother’s name

A/n: season 3 is kinda ehh for storylines, so I'll be making a subplot that could be terrible or could be interesting, who knows?

You let out a sigh as you held the sponge in your hands, wishing you could have been given any other fundraiser assignment than the car wash.

Hope was with Cleo, trying to create art, Kaleb was going to the bank with Alaric, and you had no idea where the others were.

"Yo, Hildegard." Jed nodded to you as he brought a large bucket of soapy water over, almost dumping it on Kaleb's car.

"Kill me, please." You whispered, taking the bucket from Wade as you began to wash Kaleb's car.

"The school must be struggling." "Y/n skipped the assembly, yet Elizabeth found her and dragged her into this chaos." "Knowing the school, it will get more chaotic." B/m/n pointed out as Nora and Mary-Louise provided more to the conversation.

///

"Y/n, was the rainbow you? It's not pride month yet-"

"Dude, I'm busy trying to wash your car, anyway, I have way better plans for pride month than a rainbow in the sky." You retorted, flicking suds off of your wrist as Kaleb sighed and walked away.

///

"Y/n, incoming!" Jed called out to you as he stood up, hearing cars and voices as Wade got up too, spotting what was coming.

"Oh, great. At least Lizzie didn't make me wear swimwear to this." You mumbled, rolling your eyes as Jed discarded his jacket and began to clean the incoming cars.

"Why would she-" "Don't ask." B/m/n cut Mary-Louise's question off, giving her a 'you don't want to know' look.

///

"I need a break. I'm going to go find Hope." You declared, rolling your eyes as Jed almost sprayed you with the hose.

"Not avoiding the tribrid, interesting..." Nora chuckled, watching you glare at Jed before heading inside the school.

///

"Wow, that's stunning, Hope." You announced as you stood in the doorway, smiling as Hope turned around.

"Who let the mop in?" She joked, smiling slightly as she took in your damp appearance.

"I was on car wash duty." You explained, stepping forwards as Hope tilted her head to the side.

"Surprised Lizzie didn't put you in swimwear."

"Um-" "Wow." "Surprised that came out of her mouth, wish I didn't hear that." Your mothers grumbled at each other.

"Nobody needs to see that." You replied, shivering slightly as the cold began to set in.

"Y/n?" Cleo frowned, wondering what was wrong, but you shook your head.

"I'm going to hit the showers and warm up. Be careful, fundraiser's gotten a bit chaotic." You warned, heading away as a woman turned up, asking who the statue was of.

///

You were in the shower as the leprechaun was let loose, thanks to Hope. Luckily it didn't have a taste for your ring, which you were wearing as you washed the shampoo from your hair.

///

"Where the hell were you?" Hope snapped as she found you in your room, in a towel.

"What in the-" "Bloody hell, what is the tribrid up to?"

"In the shower, trying to warm up, do you mind-" You froze as Hope shut the door, anger on her features as you held the towel tightly around you.

"Hope." You warned, staring at her with wide eyes as realisation washed over Hope's face, her eyes glancing down your towel-clad body.

"I'm sorry, I need to go." Hope stated, leaving as you gave her a 'wtf' look, getting a glance at Cleo outside the door as you headed into the hidden room in your room to get dressed.

///

A knock at the door over an hour later had you glancing up from your desk.

"Hope, go away."

"She scared her, didn't she?" "Yes, I think she did." Mary-Lou glared as Nora sighed, nodding to confirm.

"It's me." Cleo announced herself, smiling as you opened the door.

"You okay?" You enquired, noticing how Cleo was holding the weird sculpture bust of Landon.

"Hope's obsession with Landon is all-consuming. It feels as though she gives no care for anyone else, but him. She is determined to bring the real Landon back, so has no need for this. I do not know what to do with it, in all honesty." Cleo admitted as she left it near your door, stepping into your room as she glanced around.

"That explains it well." B/m/n murmured, but she fell silent as she, Nora and Mary-Louise listened to your response, sharing looks as a tear fell down your cheek, fear blossoming in your eyes.

"Yeah, that's something I figured out a long time ago, and why I'm so hot and cold with hanging around the school. I realised something about myself a while ago, and I'm struggling. Because no matter what I do, my fate is entangled with the fate of Hope Mikaelson."

///

Long Time, No See

#legacies x reader #legacies imagine #legacies #noralise!daughter #hope mikaelson x reader #noralise x reader #noralise imagine #noralise #nora hildegard #mary louise #cleo sowande #hope mikaelson #kaleb hawkins #jed tien #lizzie saltzman #handon #hope x landon

[joviewinchester]

“Guys! There’s a monster in my closet!”

No one really knew what was going on as far as monsters went at the Salvatore house.

Malivore was dead, but somehow, more monsters were showing up. “Oh shit. Guys! There’s a monster in my closet! Lizzie, babe! Please help!”

Lizzie ran up the stairs. “Oh. You weren’t kidding. Mg! Wade! Get up here please!”

“Y/N what the fuck are you doing?!” MG exclaimed as he walked in on the scene. Y/N was approaching the monster with an outstretched hand and began to pet it. It started purring.

“Awww! He’s so cute!” She said excitedly. “Wade! Come here! Isn’t he so cute?! I’m naming him George.”

“The little guy is kinda cute…” Wade agreed.

“You fairies and your stupid love for nature and shit.” Lizzie said.

“You wanna hold him Lizzie Bear?” Y/N asked in a sickly sweet voice.

“Y/N, I love you, but get that thing out of my face!”

“Whatever. Can I keep him? Can I keep him?”

“Let’s go talk to Dr. Saltzman.” MG said.

They walked into his office and he smiled at them. “Well we figured out why the monsters are coming here again and we have it all sorted out. Ben was attracting them here with his curse, but luckily, Cleo fixed that issue.”

“Dr. Saltzman, can I please keep this one?”

“Fine. But you’re responsible for it, and figure out what that thing is you don’t even know how to take care of it.”

“He’s a pixie for your information and I know a lot about them.” Y/N walked off with her new project in hand with Lizzie following behind her.

#legacies #legacies imagine #lizzie saltzman #Wade legacies #milton greasley #mg legacies #kaleb legacies #alaric saltzman

[queenofthedramedies]

Legacies Hits Netflix Top 10!

Holy shit, fellow fans!

It's happened! Legacies is #5 on Netflix's Top Ten list of most watched shows! You have officially made the folks at The CW go 😲! Keep up the good work.

The news that might disappoint some of you is that if we did get Legacies back; it would likely not include Hope Mikaelson, as Danielle Rose Russel has already stated that she would like to move on. However, she is open to a cameo appearance.

However, there are many characters from Legacies that we would like to see more of. And characters from the TVDverse who we would like to see again.

Who wants to see a season with Caroline as headmistress?

See Kaleb's backstory and what the future holds for him and Cleo?

How will Finch handle being alpha and will Jed come back? We love their BFF ship!

What about Pedro's and Wade's futures? We barely saw them in the finale.

And Stefanie Salvatore was supposed to join the school in S5. Personally, I would love to see what the daughter of Damon Salvatore would stir up.

Last, but not least: Landon Kirby is my favorite character, I want them to figure why they thought it was super important to basically have him turning into a high-ranking villian, because if TVD, and The Originals, taught us nothing; it is losing your humanity means you become a villian.

There needs to be an epic quest where Landon's friends band together to save him from himself. To restore his soul. It's the hero thing to do.

So, keep watching and feel free to share what you would want to see from S5.

QotD/J

#legacies #netflix #top 10 #landon kirby #caroline forbes #stefanie salvatore #finch tarrayo #kaleb hawkins #cleo sowande #kleo #legacies wade #legacies pedro

[pixiejojo]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: What's Your Story?: A Journal for Everyday Evolution.

[xbadgerbearx]

your people will have our help

word count: 2.1k

Can’t Sleep: [1] … [3]

Of course you had to jump out of the aircraft into the cold water. What a perfect way to start the mission. Your team swam for a bit before wading through the shore as you approached the beach.

"Congratulations, Bloodsport."

"How'd you do it, Waller? There's no soldiers out here on patrol at all."

The beach was completely empty. There were no disturbances and more importantly, no enemies anywhere to be found. It was... peaceful.

"Let's just say they were distracted."

You only walked on the sand a couple feet before a large explosion erupted.

"Control, we have a disturbance south of here," Bloodsport reported after you jumped in surprise.

"It's just a diversion, Bloodsport."

Bloodsport seemed to weigh his options before speaking, "All right, we cut through the jungle to get to Valle Del Mar."

"Don't they have blockades at the city limits?" Peacemaker interjected.

"That's the word."

"How we getting in? Especially with Charlie the Tuna here," Peacemaker said while looking back at King Shark.

"How the hell am I supposed to know?"

"You're the leader. You're supposed to be decisive."

"And I've decided you should eat a big bag of dicks, how's that?"

"You're being facetious, but if this whole beach was completely covered in dicks and somebody said I had to eat every dick until the beach was clean for liberty, I would say no problemo."

"Why would someone put penises all over the beach?" Ratcatcher II asked.

"Who knows why madmen do what they do."

"Chris, this is the second time you've made a comment like this today. Is there something you want to tell us?" You joked.

"Well, you know what I think?" Bloodsport started. "I think liberty is just your excuse to do whatever you want. Whether that's to eat a beach full of dicks or killin' folk."

"Oh, yeah? At least I don't kill men for money like you."

"Oh, here we go," Bloodsport sighed as he turned to face Peacemaker.

"There's something wrong with your skin," Ratcatcher II called out as she pointed to Polka Dot Man. You turned to see his face covered in bulging colorful... polka dots.

"It's just a rash."

"Oh, my- Abner, are you okay? You don't look so good," you said worriedly as you reached your hand out to touch him. You were interrupted by another loud explosion off in the distance.

"Never mind that, we need to continue forward."

You made it quite the distance before Bloodsport dropped his bag onto the ground. The entire time walking you watched Abner with both curiosity and worry.

"Alright, we'll camp here, and tomorrow we'll go straight through the city to get to La Gatita Amable by nightfall."

Everyone was laying out their sleeping equipment, in this case sleeping bags, as you figured out where you should lay yours.

"Why don't you lay over here, (L/n)? I could keep you warm," Chris offered with a laugh.

"Fuck no," you replied with the same humorous energy. "I'd rather you not roll over on me like you did last time."

"Last time?" Abner piped up timidly.

"It's nothing like that," you assured while rolling your eyes. "Me, Chris, and some of our other teammates at the time had to huddle up for warmth after Waller sent us on a mission somewhere in Siberia."

"Oh," Abner said, kind of relieved.

"I'll just put mine here," you placed your bag next to Abner's and DuBois. "It's near the fire."

You changed into your sleep clothes. Well, to be honest you just took off your shirt and slept in your tank top, but it was close enough. It wasn't long before you drifted off, however, you awoke some time later to some shuffling sounds and a quiet groan. Peeking under your lashes, you find yourself facing toward DuBois who was resting on his elbow, alert. You quietly sat up and turned to see what DuBois was looking at. A colorful light show was dancing on the leaves and tall grass. Almost as quickly as it happened, Abner appeared. He looked a little out of it, but quickly dawned a look of shock as he was caught doing... what exactly?

You got up to make sure your favorite awkward man was doing okay before you were cut off by a loud bang! Instinctively, you disappeared. Literally. DuBois kept shooting Nanaue until he was backed up against a tree.

"How deep of a sleeper are you?" DuBois asked Cleo, to which she responded sleepily, "I was having the most wonderful dream."

"If it was you about to be eaten by King Shark, then you're psychic," Chris said.

"I don't believe he would do that. He has very kind eyes."

Sebastian was saying what you could only guess was that Nanaue was, in fact, going to eat her.

"Hungry," Nanaue whined.

"You bastard!"

Rats from every direction emerged from the darkness as Cleo held up her glowing device. DuBois was looking rather uncomfortable.

"All right, calm down with the rats!" he yelled.

"What?"

"I have a thing with rats."

"You have a thing with rats?"

"Yes."

"And you're on a team with someone who controls them?" your disembodied voice asked.

He whipped around trying to find you before yelling, "What the fuck?"

As if suddenly remembering that you cannot be seen, you revealed yourself behind Abner whom you were using as a shield. As cute as he thought it was that you were using him as protection, it did startle him that you just appeared randomly behind him.

"Partnering up with someone with rats is not something I asked for!"

Peacemaker started laughing.

"What are you laughing at me for, man? Why the fuck are you in your underwear?"

You looked over and sure enough, Chris was in nothing but his underwear.

"Woah!" you yelled while burying your face into Abner's back. "Chris, put on some pants for fucks sake!"

"Tighty-whities? Really?"

"Now that's just racist."

"No, it's not racist! They're tighty-whities!"

"You didn't tell me you had a fear of rats, DuBois," Waller said over the comms.

"I'm an assassin! Why would I share my liabilities?" This was promptly followed by an uncharacteristicly girly scream.

"Aww, he's offering you a pretty leaf to show you he means no harm," Cleo cooed.

"Why the fuck would I want a leaf?"

DuBois was getting increasingly more freaked out while Chris started laughing again.

"Just get the rats out of here!"

Cleo turned off her device and all the rats scurried back into the jungle.

Peacemaker turned to DuBois and asked, "Hey, we gonna kill Megalodouche now, or what?"

"Nanaue's the strongest member of your team. You need him to get into Jotunheim."

"Yeah, well we can't function as a team if we gotta watch our back from one of our own eatin' our bollocks," Bloodsport replied.

"Nanaue," Cleo started as she kneeled down to his height. "Would you eat your friends?"

"I no friends."

"You have no friends? Well, if you did, would you eat them?"

Chris answered with a "yes" before he was shot a look from Ratcatcher II.

"No?"

"Then can we be your friends?"

Chris scoffed, "Come on, he's obviously lying."

"If I die 'cause I gambled on love, it will be a worthy death."

DuBois shook his head, "You are a little idiot."

So much for a full rest. It was nearly morning by the time the shark incident was resolved, so you decided to just pack up and dress yourself.

"Task Force X, you have an additional mission directive. We've located Colonel Rick Flag. He's been taken by the enemy."

"Rick Flag?" DuBois asked while your team made your way through the jungle.

"I know, you both served on special forces in Qurac that took down Avral Kaddam. Flag was the one who initially recommended you."

"You had other operatives in Corto Maltese and didn't tell us?"

"There was no tactical advantage, now there is. I've uploaded the location on your MTS. Terminate his captors with extreme prejudice. Kill anyone you see. These are dangerous people. Recover Flag before moving on to the city."

You eventually made it to a decent sized camp before DuBois MTS started beeping.

"That's where they're holding Flag."

"Nothing like a bloodbath to start the day."

"I thought they called you Peacemaker," Ratcatcher II questioned.

"I cherish peace with all my heart. I don't care how many men, women, and children I need to kill to get it."

Ratcatcher II turned to Polka Dot Man before whispering, "I thought you were the crazy one," which was swiftly answered by you lightly shoving her shoulder.

"I am."

"All right," Bloodsport said, getting everyone's attention. "Let's get it."

You and Nanaue crept behind a man who gave his cup to his buddy.

"Gracias," you heard the man say. Soon after, King Shark picked the man up and ate him as he started screaming. He dropped what looked to be a communication device. Nanaue smacked his mouth as the comms device went off.

"Cualquier cosa?"

As your nearby teammates looked in somewhat fear as to what to do, you picked up the dead soldier's comms and said "Nada, Señora" while perfectly mimicking his voice. Your team carried on.

You hastily turned yourself invisible as you scouted for Rick Flag. It took a couple of minutes but you managed to find the only white guy there. You assumed he was Rick since he was injured, but were they... laughing?

"Bloodsport," you whispered into your comms. "I found Rick Flag. He was laughing?" You sounded unsure.

"Most likely drugged," Peacemaker said. "Where's he located?"

"Northmost tent, past the watchtower." Right after you said that you saw a bunch of colorful polka dots disintegrate the watchtower.

"On our way."

You could hear some of your team's conversation as they approached your location. You made yourself visible again.

"I'm sorry it's so... flamboyant."

"It looks cool," you heard Cleo say.

"I don't like to kill people, but if I pretend it's my mom, it's easy."

"TMI, mate," said DuBois.

More laughter could be heard inside the tent as Bloodsport ripped open the tent curtain. An uncomfortable silence settled.

"DuBois?"

"Hey, Flag."

"What the hell are you doing here?"

Bloodsport looked around confused. "Waller told us that you were... uh... are you drinking tea?"

Flag gestured to his female companion sitting across the table from him, "This is Sol Soria, she's the leader of the freedom fighters, the resistance trying to take down the current government. They-they saved my life."

"Oh. Wow."

Everyone put down their weapons.

"Why did my people not alert me of your arrival?"

You awkwardly hide yourself behind Abner again.

"We didn't see any people," Bloodsport swiftly lied.

"Yeah, I didn't see anybody on the way..." Peacemaker continued.

"There's no one out there."

"They were gone when we got here."

"I turned them into my mother in my head and killed them."

Everyone turned to look at Polka Dot Man. You just sighed and smacked his shoulder. To make matters worse, King Shark hacked up... was that a finger with a wedding ring? Sebastian squeaked out an audible "Uh oh."

Soria promptly lunged off the table and made her way outside. You and your team awkwardly stood amongst the destruction you caused while Flag and Soria looked in pain.

"Typical Americans. Just run in, guns blazing."

"I know, this is messed up. These guys, they're..."

Rick looked behind him to see Peacemaker and Bloodsport getting into a stupid cat fight, while Ratcatcher II was rubbing her face ashamed, and you and Polka Dot Man were looking off into the jungle having your own conversation and not even paying attention.

"They're fucking idiots, but right now our objectives aligh with yours. If Jotunheim contains the technology our intelligence says it does, then it could be used on the people of Corto Maltese as well as Americans. That's why we need your help to get into the city so we can stop 'em."

Soria just stared past Flag and asked, "Is that rat waving at me?"

Sure enough, Rick turned back around to see Sebastian waving at them. Cleo was messing with her hands, Chris and DuBois were looking around while tapping their feet, and you were admiring Abner's polka dots on his costume as he was awkwardly trying to accept your compliments.

"It appears it is."

"Why?"

"I'm gonna guess because it's friendly."

Soria thought for a moment, weighing her options, before speaking again.

"Luna and Suarez murdered my entire family. I'd make a deal with the devil to stop them." As if it physically pained her to say, she continued. "Your people will have our help getting to Vall Del Mar to apprehend this Gaius Grieves."

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

[redorich]

A favorite trope of mine has always been- getting to see another person’s past. Is it some kind of judgment thing by a higher power? Something like Freeze Day from SCTFOE? Person trapped in a nightmare and their nightmare is being projected? Who knows. All that’s important is after months of healing, some of the Hermits get to see exactly what Tommy went through. It shows short clips of him before being happy, the rise and fall of Manburg, Wilbur going insane, the festival, the withers, all of it. Just short clips of these things though. The last clip of the SMP is just Dream’s mask outlined by his green hood saying, “you’ll stay here alone with just me until you learn to be quite and respectful and not fight those who are in power over you. Even if you have to stay out here *forever*.”

This turned into a whole drabble smh xD

((btw @give-grian-rights helped me so thank you))

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The remaining hermits aren’t sure what happened. They have no way of knowing. There was a witch involved, Cub thinks, but what their fallen friends must have done to piss her off to the point of getting cursed is beyond their ken. Among those laid out are Cleo, Grian, Xisuma, Zedaph, and Tommy.

Scar and Cub work their Vex magic together to figure out that their friends are trapped in their worst memories. (Etho calls it a Demonic Hell Viewing Illusion, and False smacks him upside the head for the Naruto reference.) Holding hands with a victim pulls you in, but that’s what they’re counting on. Joe’s already wading through Cleo’s nightmare before anyone gets the chance to ask, and Impulse and Tango aren’t far behind doing the same for Zedaph. However, it doesn’t work for Grian, Xisuma, and Tommy; they were found already holding hands. They must have figured something out about the curse before they succumbed to it. All the hermits can do for them, for the time being, is hope.

Tommy, Grian, and Xisuma wake to the smell of sulphur and smoke. The ground is orange and littered with bullets. Grian grabs Tommy’s hand, and Xisuma grabs a discarded rifle. Tommy points his finger up at the top of a mound of scrap metal and dead bodies. There’s a nether portal, except the obsidian is whiter than quartz. That's where they have to go to get out of here.

All around them, demons lurch and shriek and hiss and all sorts of unholy behavior, bodily flinging themselves at the trio as though they know none of them can take the men on their own, and that just by dogpiling them all one of them will get lucky. Xisuma instantly snaps into a professional mode, the way he sometimes does when he's killing zombies but they keep social spawning. He takes up the lead with machine gun fire and grenades, carving a path through the crowd. Grian takes up the rear with a handgun. Neither Xisuma nor Tommy ask why Grian is so comfortable with a gun. They've got more pressing issues.

An imp gets lucky. It's just enough to crack the visor of Xisuma's helmet, and the imp instantly gets mowed down.

"I can't see," Xisuma rasps through gritted teeth.

"Then take the helmet off," Tommy says, cleaving through an enemy with a sharp piece of scrap metal. Grian breathes in sharply. As far as Grian's aware, Xisuma always wears his helmet.

Xisuma goes quiet for a second. "I suppose you've got a point."

The helmet gets dropped to the ground and demon limbs shuffle it away. They don't have time to look at Xisuma's wild brown hair, his purple eyes, the burn scars on his jaw.

They make it to the portal all in one piece. Xisuma takes one last wistful look at the Martian hellscape, then takes his friends' hands. They step through the portal together.

----

They step out of the portal into the foyer of a high school. Grian's eyes shutter.

"We'll be headed toward the roof, I believe," he says, staring dully through the spectre of a broken, bloody man holding a rope.

Tommy latches onto Grian's clammy hand to ground him as the three ascend stairs and traverse the dark, winding hallways. The ghost follows them. It isn't like Ghostbur-- it's, well, not vengeful, but it's not kind. The man named Gareth keens about Grian's sins, about a boy named Taurtis who Gareth hates, about mafia and yakuza, about his poor wife Jane.

On the last set of stairs, Gareth makes a wailing remark that causes Grian to bodily flinch. Tommy doesn't even know what the ghost said (he wasn't listening).

"Fuck off," Tommy says, "you're the shittest ghost I've ever met. Even my brother could..."

He trails off. This is not the way to fix things for Grian. On a hunch, he reaches into his pocket. Of course the object he's looking for is in there; it's his brother's coat.

He holds the object out to the ghost. "Have some blue."

Gareth warily takes it, dropping his rope. It floods periwinkle, then cyan, then dark royal blue. A weight seems lifted from the ghost's shoulders as he clutches the blue, mutters something about Jane, and leaves.

Tommy takes Grian's hand, then Xisuma's, and they go through the door to the school's rooftop together. They halt as one. The portal is there. Standing between them is a boy maybe Tommy's age, with a corpse at his feet.

"Sam," Grian whispers. "Taurtis."

The standing boy smiles, eyes obscured by a purple mask with a rectangular symbol on it, and flexes bloody wings. The corpse on the ground has blood all over its back, where wings once were, and broken headphones around his neck.

"Man, Grian, you really held out on me," Sam says. "This Watcher power really is something else--"

Sam topples over backward. His body hits the ground in front of the portal. Xisuma lowers his gun.

"He looked like bad news," Xisuma says.

Grian grimaces. "He was. Come on, let's go."

They once again step into the portal.

----

“Do you want to be a hero, Tommy?” Technoblade roars, “Then die like one!”

Their paltry little group of three gets no chance to take in their surroundings, to see what’s going on and where they need to go. All they can process is the legendary PvP champion, acolyte of the Blood God, Technoblade, unleashing Withers upon what once might have been a town.

Tommy yanks them into cover. “I don’t know where the portal is,” he hisses.

Grian squeezes his shoulder. “We’ll find it.”

Explosions rain hellfire down upon them from all angles-- not just the Withers, but TNT buried in the ground. They’re so close, they can see the man who set it off. And he must have, because he’s yelling about it, yelling about his L’Manberg and his unfinished symphony and begging his father to kill him. He’s wearing Tommy’s coat--

Bile rises in the back of Grian’s throat. Tommy wears his brother’s coat.

Tommy’s eyes are glued to the gleaming diamond sword that Wilbur gives to his father. He watches his brother die all over again, and he knows where he must go. He turns his back on his broken family and breathes.

“We need to go to the Nether,” he says. They nod.

The black portal is across the battlefield. They come across corpses more than once on their way, but ignore them. They can’t afford not to.

In the Nether, there is a rickety, dangerous pathway with no rails, made of cobblestone and obsidian and oak logs. Manic-depressive ravings on signs proclaim the path as the road to Logstedshire. Piglins try to knock them off to no avail, and ghasts blow up the bridge behind them as they run. On the other side of the Logstedshire portal is... actually not a hellscape, as Grian and Xisuma have come to expect, but a little village encampment. Nothing is blown up, nothing is amiss, except Tommy himself. And, of course, the figure they spot after they catch Tommy staring at it.

It’s Dream. The up-and-coming famous speedrunner who Grian faintly recalls killing once in MCC, which was apparently a big deal. The man approaches, and Grian realizes where he recognizes the mask from. It’s the same one that Tommy wears.

“Tommy,” Dream says conversationally, “items in the pit.”

Tommy’s hand wavers, reaches up to unclasp his chestplate, but Xisuma’s hand on his shoulder stops him.

“No,” Tommy says.

“No?” Dream parrots incredulously. “You know the rules. It’s for your own good. Armor in the pit. Tools in the pit. Friends in the pit.”

They all gasp, though for different reasons. Tommy’s eyes narrow. “Friends in the pit? You’ve never said that one before.”

Dream’s head twitches. “Friends in the pit. Friends. In the pit.”

The man’s voice is deeper than Tommy remembers. Something seems to resolve within Dream’s behavior, yet he keeps twitching. “You’re in exile, Tommy, you don’t need. Friends. I’m all you need. You were doing so good. I thought you learned to behave. I’m all you need. You don’t need friends.”

What happened to the eloquent poison that used to drip from Dream’s tongue like honey? He sounds like a broken record. All at once, Tommy staggers under the weight of the realization that this isn’t Dream. Somewhere underneath that horrible man that abused him is the real Dream, trapped in his own body and watching the dreamon that possessed him hurt his friends.

Xisuma’s gun makes an appearance again, but Tommy holds up a hand in a silent request for the admin to hold his fire. Tommy grabs Dream by the shoulders, removes Dream’s mask and then his own so that he can look the man in the eyes. “I know you’re in there, Dream. When I get out of this nightmare, I’ll save you. I swear it on my discs.”

Dream’s face twitches erratically. The movement spreads to his whole head, neck jerking. He raises straight up into the air, higher and higher, then explodes into a shower of items and no body. A white portal shimmers into existence.

“What the hell was that?!” Grian demands.

Tommy grins, taking the man’s hand and leading him to the portal. “I’ve got a friend to save.”

Grian snarls. “Tommy, he abused you. He’s not your friend.”

“That wasn’t Dream. It was a--”

“Dreamon,” Xisuma breathes.

Tommy nods. They walk through the portal together, and when they wake, holding each other close, they know they’ve got a mission. They can do it.

#mcyt #hc x dsmp #yandere high school #yhs #doom #cubfan135 #zombiecleo #grian #xisumavoid #zedaph #tommyinnit #hermit!tommy au #hermit!tommyinnit #goodtimeswithscar #ethoslab #joe hills #impulsesv #tango tek #technoblade #wilbur soot #philza #ph1lza #dreamwastaken #me.txt

[starcrossedkaiju]

Kingslayer AU: Chapter 14

This took a bit longer than I thought it would 😀 life kinda said lol to me for a while.

“Augh!” Scott cried out. He breathed in desperately, but his mouth filled with water.

Sitting up and rolling to his side, he coughed out a stream of water. Groaning when he finished. Scott sat up wearily, blocking the sun from his face.

It was warmer than usual. He was sitting in a waist high pool of water, around his shoulders as he was sitting down, which was a warm brown color. Behind him he could hear the roar of the river he had floated in from.

Scott rubbed his eyes and gauged the pain in his bruising shoulder. He felt like something was missing when he noticed.

“Tango?” He called out. A twinge of frantic concern escaped in his voice. Scott turned in every direction, scanning the surroundings for any sign of his friend.

What if they’d been separated in the river? What if his friend had drowned?

His anxiety was at its peak when another person sat up from under the water. Sputtering and flailing about, Tango had been hidden under the murky pond.

Scott fell backwards in surprise, his shock eased when he saw his friend, who looked alright enough. Tango seemed satisfied with the amount of water he discarded, looking up he met Scott’s eyes.

Tango’s eyes widened with relief, he laughed, it looked slightly painful, but he pulled the other into a tight embrace.

“Are you alright?” he pulled back, looking Scott over for any sign of harm.

“I’m fine, uh, except for the shoulder,” Scott replied.

“Oh, yeah,” Tango got to his feet. He held a hand out for the other to take.

Once they had waded to the mucky shore, Tango ordered Scott to enter the trees while he ran to the other side of the pond. Tango hastily did so, looking up and around the area. Scott could see a triumphant expression make it’s way onto his face.

“Come here,” Tango motioned when he got back to Scott, “look,” he pointed skywards.

Scott followed his line of sight up into the sky. Right above the trees, a line of grey smoke floated into the sky.

“What is it?” he asked.

Tango smiled, “The Crastle,” he exclaimed.

After a while of enduring wet socks through a lightly wooded area. The Crastle came into view. It was nearly sundown now, and Scott recognized where they were. Almost dead in front of the castle and it’s moat, the drawbridge was still down. For the sun was not gone yet.

Tango crouched in the last bit of trees, surveying the barren, icy field that housed the humble fort. Deciding they had to go at some point, he told Scott to come. They jogged low through the tall stretches of grass, then hastily across the drawbridge.

Kneeling behind a small decorative wall, Tango went to the door while Scott stayed in place. He knocked on the door politely, but hard enough to provoke any inhabitants to answer.

A few moments passed and a small circle of wood slid out of the door. A peephole, and an eye appeared in it. Tango leaned down to make his identity known, which may have been a stupid thing to do in hindsight. What if a member of Dogwarts had been visiting?

The door swung open. Cleo’s already wide eyes were impossibly wider. Although her face could not go pale, one could imagine that it did.

Quickly, all three rushed inside. The doors and windows were slammed shut and locked.

Without even a hello, Cleo whipped around to face the two fugitives. Hands poised on her hips.

“What on Earth are you two doing here?” she seethed. Her eyes were angry, her teeth gritted.

“We need help,” Tango replied. Putting his hands up in mock surrender.

Scott had never been aquatinted with the girl before. Cleo and her friend Bdubs lived a relatively secluded life in the Crastle together. They did not have to ask to be left alone, both were a force to be reckoned with when under threat.

Soldiers by nature, Cleo and Bdubs defended their small claim to a normal life with everything they could. Scott understood their seclusion. Had he not been doing the same?

“Yeah you do,” Cleo nearly laughed. Tango didn’t look very amused.

“Not funny, Cleo, we both almost died,” he said with a tired frown.

She dropped the mirthful expression. Nodding, “You shouldn’t have come here,” she looked away.

“Cleo. Please,” Tango reached for her thin hand, which was worn and frail looking from accumulating years of war and hardship.

Cleo’s eyes met his in a silent response. Not to his plea, she would never have said no to him.

“A week,” she bargained.

Scott felt like an outsider to their relationship. He knew they had been close for a long time. Then he knew of Cleo’s heartbroken anger towards the man for betraying their alliance. Even if he was pretending. Tango hid his truer feelings under various layers of hostility and irony. Now that they were all in the room together, it was obvious, at least in part, what had been eating away at his friend for the past months.

Back in the cow farm Scott always wondered why Tango made such an effort to help him through his guilt of lying to Jimmy. To Scott, there was no way anyone could understand what he was going through. Now though, he knew Tango was feeling the same way about the Crastle Folk.

“Thank you Cleo,” brightness returned to Tango’s eyes. He shook her hand gratefully.

A smile found its way onto the girl’s face as well. She pat him on the shoulders in place of a hug. They turned back to Scott, who was sat on a chest holding his shoulder.

“We should fix that,” Cleo pointed out the obvious.

After a bit of shuffling around in cabinets and chests, Cleo had started wrapping Scott’s arm in a strap of bandages. She talked about healing it up in no time, a healing potion once a day. Good as new. As long as he kept it in the cast.

She wrapped a piece of fabric around his neck to carry his Arm in, then gave him his first healing potion.

It was silent for a while. The three of them doing random tasks to pass the time, sweeping up the invisible dirt on the floor, examining the titles of a small collection of books on the countertop, and using one had to clean a wound.

A knock at the door halted the peaceful atmosphere. Tango and Scott instinctively found their ways to each others’ side. Suddenly aware of every curtained window.

Cleo quietly approached the door. She slid the peephole open slightly, squinting through. Turning around quickly, she whispered.

“It’s Impulse,” her expression was fearful.

Tango didn’t share her concern. At all. He smiled, going to the door.

“Alone?” he asked.

Cleo nodded.

“Let him in,” he said. Cleo looked at him like he had three heads.

He repeated himself and she hesitated, but she opened the door. Only slightly, so Impulse would only see her. They exchanged unintelligible words before Impulse was granted access to the Crastle.

He looked around. Scott and Tango both waved at him a bit awkwardly. Both of them immediately conscious of how haggard they must look.

Impulse sighed with relief. He put his sword down against the wall and went to meet his friends, pulling the both of the into a hug.

“Are you okay?” he studied each of their faces for any signs of being hurt, save for the now patched wound on Scott’s forehead and his broken shoulder.

“Somehow some way,” Scott muttered, retreating from the embrace.

This was the first time he was clearly able to see the other since their squabble at the desert battle. Impulse looked tired before anything else. Before relief or concern, he was clearly exhausted.

Scott looked away, a knowing part of him said “your fault,” which he made no effort to ignore.

“Impulse, I’m so sorry,” he admitted.

“It isn’t your fault. I’m the one who messed up, super bad. I understand how upset you are,” Scott worried with a strand of hair near the base of his head.

Impulse looked like he was forcing various thoughts off of his tongue, he simply said, “I’m glad you’re okay,” patting Scott on the shoulder.

He shifted his attention back to Tango. Scott backed away from the encounter, sitting on the staircase.

“What do we do now?” Impulse asked him.

Tango made a thoughtful face. His duty returned to him as he contemplated a new plan of action.

“Me and him will leave once it’s safe,” Tango gestured to himself and Scott, “we’ll hightail it to the Northern corner, in the border mountains. It will be safer there. Especially if we go underground,” he said.

Impulse nodded along, he asked, “when are we leaving?”

Tango hesitated, “you aren’t,” he said.

“What do you mean?” Impulse replied as if he’d been slapped.

“We’re going. We’ve been exposed, if I haven’t been as spy then I have as a traitor. Neither of us can stay here; but you can,” Tango said.

“You may have defied the Army at the trial today but you haven’t compromised yourself. Go back there and forget about the damn mission. Take care of him,” he ordered, hands coming to the other’s shoulders.

Impulse frowned deeply; but he nodded.

The moment was over seconds later. Impulse asked if he could stay for a while longer, just in case the Red Army showed up looking for them.

“Where should we stay while we’re here?” Scott asked Cleo.

She looked left in thought, then led them over to a double chest in the corner. It was full of many miscellaneous items. Broken pagers, cups, wood, and coal. Cleo lifted the bottom of the container up. All the contents came with it. They were glued to the surface.

Under the chest was a hole with a ladder. It went down some seven feet into what looked like a dark tunnel.

“Secret Tunnel!” Tango pumped his fist in the air, clearly amused.

Cleo and Impulse laughed along with him, clearly over a joke Scott didn’t understand.

Once everyone had clambered to the bottom of the pit, it became apparent what the “secret tunnel” truly was. There were rows of shelves lining the walls, each was stocked with various canned foods and bags of grain.

“Cleo! Have you been hoarding all the non-perishables on the entire map?” Scott exclaimed once he entered the cellar.

He picked up a can of corn, “How much of this do you have?”

Cleo stifled a laugh, “There’s still plenty being made in the village. It’s not my fault I actually take advantage of their generosity,” she said.

She plucked a can of carrots in gravy from one of the shelves, shaking it in his face. Scott grimaced at the prospect of eating carrots in gravy, but Cleo insisted they were fine heated up.

“So, this is home base, I’m assuming,” Tango said. He probably knew about the cellar already, having lived in the Crastle for a short time.

“Yes. For now. We could have given you the attic, but I wasn’t so sure you’d like to share it with the barn owls,” Cleo joked.

It was comforting that despite the circumstances, the small family-like clique could still be humorous with each other. The smiles of his servermates eased Scott’s racing mind. He leaned against a bare wall and slid to the dusty floor, near a furnace.

“It’s getting late, I need to leave,” Impulse piped up after an engaging back and forth about whether or not barn owls were actually in the attic, and if Tango was actually brave enough to go check.

The weight of a “goodbye” soured the mood immediately. Neither Scott, Tango, or Impulse knew how long it would be until they saw one another again. Nor did they know what unfortunate circumstances may arise while separated.

Tango shook Impulse’s hand, pulling it towards him and smiling reassuringly. Although it looked more like a grimace. Neither said goodbye, only good luck and be safe.

Scott’s heart dropped into the pit of his stomach, but when Impulse turned to him, he hung his head and hugged him; and they just stayed like that for a bit. Impulse ruffed up the other’s hair before pulling away. He shook Scott’s hand as well.

“I’ll be seeing you,” Scott said. Speaking it into existence.

“Soon”, is all Impulse replied before ascending the ladder. Cleo followed him to bid farewell.

The door upstairs shut and locked.

It was going to be a long winter.

#mcyt #mcytblr #3rd life smp #3rdlife #3rdlife smp #scott smajor #tangotek #impulsesv #zombie cleo #kingslayer au #cas types #the crastle #okay 👍

[darkleweather]

ETHO VS EVIL part 14

“So, let me get this straight.” Ren crosses his arms over his chest. His ears twitch. “EX kidnapped you and forced you to build this...thing…” He glances down the tunnel.

Etho starts, “It’s--”

Ren holds up his hand. “My dude, you know I’m not a redstoner, I don’t need the details.” He sighs. “So EX had you build this thing to steal the coins, but you engineered it to look like it was dumping the coins in the lava, but in actuality it was traveling back to the treasure room.”

“Yeah,” Etho says. “That’s...about the size of it.”

Doc chuckles. “I bet it made EX mad.”

“If that didn’t, blowing him up with TNT afterwards sure did.” Etho grins.

“Well this is a fine mess, ain’t it?” Ren laughs and shakes his head. “I mean, this figures though, doesn’t it? EX can’t just come over to me and work out a deal, he’s gotta make this huge drama of everything.”

Doc gently pokes Ren’s arm. “I feel like this is a little of the pot calling the kettle black.”

Ren laughs again. “Probably.” He turns to Etho. “So what now? You said he was mind-controlling Xisuma.”

“At least Xisuma,” Etho says, thinking of the other voice he heard EX talking to while he was down in the tunnels. “I think we need to be careful of everyone.”

“What’s his endgame, though?” Ren says. “Stealing the coins from me, this whole business partnership with Xisuma and Cleo, running around the server trying to convince everyone that he’s had a change of heart--I dunno, dude, it’s underhanded but it doesn’t feel like some big dastardly plot.”

“I know, but--” Etho pauses. He doesn’t know how to explain it to Ren and Doc. Doesn’t really even have the words to explain it to himself. But he knows he’s good at reading people, and he knows EX has something up his sleeve. Something more sinister than a few coins and the goal of becoming the richest hermit on the server. “He’s angry, Ren. And not just at Xisuma. We all knew he’d been kicked into the Void.”

“I thought he’d been destroyed forever,” Ren says.

“I just get the feeling that he’s going to do something that affects all of us before this is over.”

Ren and Doc both nod.

Ren puts his hand on Etho’s shoulder. “You okay, my dude?”

Etho forces a smile. “I just need to go home and sleep it off.”

Ren nods. “Okay, well… Doc? Think you can make the man another comm?”

“Not a problem. Give me--” Doc hesitates and glances at the RV. “Eh, the comm is more important. I’ll have it done tomorrow, Etho.”

Etho thanks them both and heads back to his base. Exhaustion drags at his limbs. He had told Ren the truth--he did just need to go home and sleep it off. He just didn’t mention that he probably won’t sleep, and that he’ll probably dream of fire if he does. But he knows he needs to at least make the attempt--whatever EX does need, he can’t face it without sleep.

He’s already put the horse back in the stable and is wading across the lake when he notices the lights. Faint flickers of purple and green, coming from one of the caves. Etho’s stomach sinks.

“What now?” he mutters.

***

PART 1

#etho #ethoslab #minecraft #hermitcraft #hermitcraft fanfic #hermitcraft fanfiction #evil xisuma #xisuma #darkleweatherwrites

[theres-an-impulstor-among-us]

i would die for anything angsty with the flower husbands. that one shot you did with scar grian scott and jimmy absolutely killed me. maybe something with jimmy having to save scott somehow?

3rd Life has given us many amazing duos (Bdubs/Cleo, Grian/Scar, Ren/Martyn to name a few) but Scott/Jimmy is def one of the best

tw for blood, only very minor

...

  Being this close to the swamp is starting to freak Scott out. The water looks grimy and suffocating; if one were to slip and fall, they probably wouldn’t make it out again. Give me a flower field any day, Scott thinks. 

  Once he and Jimmy have made their visit to the woollen castle, Scott walks back out onto the bridge while Jimmy stays behind to chat to Impulse for a bit longer. 

  Scott sighs, kicking his feet against the wool beneath his feet. He’s never really understood why Etho would build a castle out of one of the most flammable blocks in existence, but he supposes it works for Etho. 

  The sun is rising but it’s still dark enough for mobs to spawn. And Etho hasn’t done a great job at lighting up his bridge. But Scott still doesn’t see this one particular mob until it’s too late. 

  The creeper explodes right next to Scott. Despite being able to get his shield up in time thanks to the telltale hissing sound, the force of the explosion knocks Scott backwards, causing him to hit his head on the corner of Etho’s crafting table, hard enough to knock him out immediately. 

  From across the bridge, Jimmy hears Scott cry out and spins round just in time to see Scott collapse, falling right through the newly created hole made by the creeper explosion. 

  “SCOTT!” Jimmy screeches, taking off towards where his friend fell.

  He dives into the water without a second thought and swims towards Scott’s shadowy outline a few blocks away. Grabbing him under the arms, he pulls Scott to the surface, making sure Scott’s chin is above the water to ensure he doesn’t start drowning accidentally. 

  As Jimmy starts determinedly dragging Scott through the water towards the shore, he spots Etho and Impulse on the bank of the swamp, waiting to help him. Seeing this gives him more strength and he keeps going, being sure to keep Scott’s head above the water. 

  Finally, he’s close enough for Etho to wade out into the water and help him drag Scott up onto the shore. 

  Coughing and gasping for breath, Jimmy takes a few shaky steps before dropping to his knees. Waving away Impulse’s concern, he crawls over to where Etho is inspecting a still-unconscious Scott. 

  “Is he okay?” he asks worriedly. 

  Etho gently turns Scott’s head to the side, revealing blood staining his wet blue hair. “Looks like he hit his head pretty hard. I don’t think he was in the swamp long enough for him to inhale any water, though.” 

  Overcome by panic, Jimmy desperately shakes Scott by the shoulder, fearful tears filling his eyes. “Scott, wake up! Wake up! P-Please!”

  After a moment, Scott lets out a quiet groan and his eyes flutter open. Blinking slowly, he attempts to sit up but Etho gently holds him down. “Don’t try to move yet. You took a nasty hit to the head.”

  “Oh, so that’s why I feel like someone stuck a screwdriver through the back of my head,” murmurs Scott, wincing. “What happened? How long was I out?”

  “About two full minutes,” Etho replies. “If Jimmy hadn’t been as close to you as he was, I’m certain you would’ve drowned right there.”

  Scott turns his head slightly to the side and stares at Jimmy as if seeing him for the first time. “Did you save me?”

  Jimmy slowly nods, not trusting himself to speak without his voice breaking. 

  “He dived right into the swamp and dragged you to safety,” Impulse chimes in. “It was like an action movie.”

  Seeing how distressed Jimmy is, Scott gives a small smile and reaches out for his friend’s hand. Jimmy clasps it, squeezing his eyes shut as more tears leak from his eyes. “Are you okay?” Scott asks quietly. “You look pale.”

  “I-I was so scared,” Jimmy whispers. “When I saw you fall into the water, I thought… I thought you were gonna die.”

  “Without you, I might have.” Scott squeezes Jimmy’s hand as tightly as he can. “You saved my life. Thank you.”

  “O-Of course, Scott. Anytime.”

  After a moment, Jimmy leans down and hugs Scott as best he can. “I don’t wanna lose you,” he croaks. “If either of us lose our last life, I-I might never see you again.”

  Scott lifts his free arm and hugs him back. “You won’t lose me, I promise. We’ll survive together, okay?”

  Jimmy nods tearfully.

  “Okay.”

#3rdlifesmp #smajor1995 #solidaritygaming #vaunna’s requests

[jiara-ao3feed]

by CannedPeachez

Part 1 of The OBX High Sea Adventures takes place right after the Pogues land on the seemingly deserted island somewhere between North Carolina and the Caribbean after narrowly escaping with their lives from the Coastal Venture (last ep of Season 2). Although empty handed, they did manage to escape with their lives and added a new member to their crew, Cleo. Armed with a renewed sense of determination and purpose to get the gold and Pope's family's cross back, John B and the rest of the Pogues find their way off the island but into a whole new world of intrigue and danger as they come face to face with new and old enemies alike, discover startling revelations about the past, and have their friendships tested to the point of betrayal and then some. We're back in the G-game, baby...

Buuuut...hold on there. Sometimes everything that glitters ain't always gold. Well, it is if you're Wade and Rafe Cameron and you stole a whole fucking shit ton of it. Life would be just peachy fucking keen if some people would just stay dead. Now they've got a lot of enemies just outside their door and they're running out of people they can trust. Sometimes keeping your family together and keeping your enemies close mean the same thing...

Words: 2446, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Part 1 of the OBX P4L High Sea Adventures Trilogy

Fandoms: Outer Banks (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Underage

Categories: F/M, Multi

Characters: Rafe Cameron, Kiara "Kie" Carrera, John B. Routledge, JJ Maybank, Pope Heyward, Cleo (Outer Banks), Sarah Cameron, Wade Cameron, Barry (Outer Banks), Wheezie Cameron, Carla Limbrey, John "Big John" Routledge, Deputy Shoupe

Relationships: Rafe Cameron/Kiara, JJ & Kiara & Pope & John B. Routledge, Sarah Cameron & JJ & Kiara & Pope & John B. Routledge, Sarah Cameron/John B. Routledge, John "Big John" Routledge & John B. Routledge, Cleo & Pope (Outer Banks), Kiara & Cleo, JJ/Kiara (Outer Banks)

Additional Tags: Kiara Needs a Hug (Outer Banks), Treasure Hunting, Drama & Romance, Childhood Trauma, Psychological Trauma, Attempted Murder, Sex, Kooks vs. Pogues (Outer Banks), Drugs, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism

#AO3 works tagged 'JJ/Kiara (Outer Banks)' #ao3feed #jiara #jiara fanfic

[honey-harper-official]

Evander Wade Hate AU - Chapter 6

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Word Count: 2463

This is an AU where Evander Wade is secretly a villain purely because I hate him and also I’m fixing some of the issues I have with cannon because it’s fanfiction so I will.

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Nova's first objective was to find a safe place to stay before she bothered to even leave the Anarchists. The step after that was to get back the vitality charm and her personal items from the Anarchists without them knowing. The final step was leaving and cutting them off completely.

Nova sat on the iron bed of the rowhouse next to Adrian as they scrolled through apartment listings on his laptop. She didn't want something big. She just needed something small, somewhere safe that she could afford with the money she had stored away from working for the Renegades.

As long as you weren't one of the juvenile's who were part of their reform program for younger kids, then you got paid for your work and Nova had to create a bank account using her fake name and papers. But at this point she planned on using those forever and she didn't have any other papers or signs like birth certificates or social security numbers that proved she existed.

"I just told Danna that everything is all good between us and we can tell Ruby and Oscar. She said tomorrow we can all go to her place and explain it to them," Adrian said, looking up from his wrist band.

"That's good. I hope Ruby and Oscar aren't too pissed at me," Nova said.

Adrian pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "Don't worry too much about it. Neither of them are one to hold a grudge and it's not like you did anything super personal to them. They get the idea that your decisions weren't entirely up to you."

"Don't push how much the Anarchists forced me into it. I mean I was definitely.. guilt tripped into it often but I took that and ran far with it. Not like they didn't encourage me though."

Nova didn't want to not take credit for her actions. She had done terrible things and needed to own up to them. She wasn't entirely proud of all her decisions but some like fucking up Frostbite's team were worth it. However it didn't mean all her decisions were good and didn't need her to take credit for them in order to move on.

However, she did need to learn that it wasn't all her fault. She hadn't realized that the way she was raised, like a soldier made for one sole purpose that would make her worthless if she didn't succeed, wasn't the way other people were raised. It had most definitely fucked her up and it would be a lot of work to undo all the damage that the Anarchists caused.

If she could even escape them.

It was just Honey and Leroy and they were the ones she could negotiate most with. Leroy had given her the choice before and maybe he would let her have that choice again. And Honey could probably be persuaded if Nova took the right course of action. 

But if they wouldn't let her go, then it didn't really matter what happened anyways. She would have to tell them that people knew and would give her help if they didn't let her leave and if they didn't want that, then they would probably kill her.

And nothing really mattered much anyways if she was dead. It would probably devastate Adrian, but at least her being under the thumb of the Anarchists wouldn't be an issue any more.

Unfortunately there was no way to escape that hold without telling them or else they would find her and keep coming back unless she told them she wanted out. It was the only way out.

Nova spotted an apartment on the website.

It was a small studio apartment by the Renegades Headquarters and not too far from Adrian's place. That way she'd be close to Adrian and friends.

It also wasn't too expensive and she could easily afford it with her salary and what she had stored away in her savings. 

If something was missing, like heat or electricity, then Nova could set that up herself. She did that in the tunnels and she knew how to survive with nothing after living in a train car with hardly anything but the clothes on her back for ten years.

Luckily all the basic amenities and even some furniture, such as a bed and little breakfast table, was included in the apartment though she was completely prepared to go without those things.

It wasn't like what she was paid wouldn't be enough to support her. A lot of adults worked for the Renegades and they all had to make a living and provide for their own families so of course she would have enough to get by.

"This one looks good," Nova said, showing it to Adrian.

He leaned in closer, reading the listing. "That's actually pretty close to Danna's apartment too. I think she's on that street but a different apartment complex. And the reviews are nice too."

Nova hadn't even looked at the reviews of the landlords and the apartment complex in general. Everyone left good reviews and said that the landlords, a couple with the names of Cleo and Estelle, were lovely ladies who were understanding and never raised rent. They allowed pets and were very lenient with the rules.

They seemed nice and all Nova had to do was send them an email and go see the place in person. After that there would probably be papers to sign and all that but it didn't matter much when Nova was finally going to have a space of her own.

She could get rid of the Anarchists and shed the violence that she was involved with and the violence that surrounded her. She could be safe with no one hunting her down and she was free to do her own things. She wouldn't have to worry about not being able to eat for a week or the power going out or someone dragging her away.

Nova, after ten long years, could finally have a home.

She hadn't realized how badly she wanted it until now.

"Are you alright my star?" Adrian asked suddenly, squeezing her hand.

She cocked her head, confused at the name. She was sure he was talking to her as there was no one else aside from them but she didn't know why he chose to call her that.

"What?"

"I asked if you were okay."

"No I understand that and I'm relieved that I found a place but what did you call me?"

"I called you 'my star'. Because of your name. I mean I just... never gave you a pet name or a nickname just for us or something like that and I hope it's alright."

He seemed embarrassed, offering her a sheepish smile as he rambled.

Nova cupped his face and pressed a kiss to his nose. She didn't mind the name one bit and instead felt her heart swell with joy at it.

"I like it. Just please stick pet names and nicknames to when we're in private."

She could think of several reasons as to why pet names in public was a bad idea. The media was already obsessed enough with Renegades, especially him, and she didn't need it on every tabloid to exist. She certainly didn't need everyone at Headquarters talking about it and she didn't want the team to start making fun of them either. It was all too big of a distraction at the moment and even if it wasn't, she wanted something for herself for once. 

Nova had grown tired of other people always knowing her business and didn't want anyone else sticking their nose in it when she was finally starting to have some semblance of privacy for once.

Adrian didn't ask questions about her reasoning though.

"Whatever you want," he assured her. 

It was a weird thing to hear; to have whatever she wanted. Nova had never had that either. She had thought she was getting what she wanted, revenge for her family, but it turned out she was wrong. She wanted to be happy instead and the Anarchists had shoved that false idea down her throat instead of letting her heal and recover, instead using her trauma to turn her into their pawn. She was entirely disposable though Nova supposed at this point, since it was just Honey and Leroy and such high stakes, they couldn't really afford to get rid of her now.

That didn't mean anything if she suddenly changed her mind. There was still a small chance they would try to kill her but there was no better person to fight them then the one they had trained to fight and Nova still had their trust. If she could just grab the vitality charm and conjure up a few lies, something she had been getting good at, then she would have everything she would need to run away and cut them off.  

Nova shoved the fear down. It would all be alright and at the very least Adrian and Danna had her back and would help her. She would finally be happy and have what she wanted. She would be free and could be with Adrian and live for once.

Nova found the email address under the listing and wrote them a message, asking to come view the apartment that night and hopefully sign a lease on it soon after.

"I'll go over tonight to view and then once I do have a place ready for me to sign the lease, I'll get what I need from the Anarchists and leave. The next day I can tell them the truth and cut them off," Nova told Adrian.

He frowned. "Are you sure they'll let you go?"

She shrugged. "Not entirely but I have a plan. They're more understanding then any of the other Anarchists and they don't have much choice but to let me go. Either that or they kill me but by the time that happens I should have the vitality charm on me to make me more immune to whatever they do."

Adrian still didn't like that idea.

"Let me come with. We'd stand a better chance."

He looked so worried about her but Nova knew that she couldn't take the risk.

"You can be backup," Nova told him. "If something goes wrong I'll call for you but if not then I'm not going to drag you into it and most likely make things worse. I may like you but they certainly don't."

He bit his lip, mulling over his options.

"Fine," he agreed. "But at the first sign of trouble you yell for me and if you don't come back up in fifteen minutes then I'm coming down to get you."

"We can figure out strategy later," Nova said. "Let's just make sure I have a safe place to go until the time comes. I'll tell you when and by then we'll know exactly what to do."

Adrian sighed, pressing his head against hers. "Just please don't get hurt. I don't want them to hurt you more then they already have."

"I know Adrian," she said reluctantly. "But don't worry about me too much. Do you even know who you're talking to? If anyone can handle this, it's me."

He laughed. "Well you did take down Gargoyle without anything but a banner and a toy canon."

"And I also shot the Detonator, took down all of Frostbite's team, and let's not forget the many times I kicked the asses of our whole team as Nightmare with limited uses of my powers," Nova listed off, cupping his face, their noses touching.

"Okay now you're just bragging," Adrian laughed.

"I have the right to be cocky and we both know it sinta," Nova said, purposely calling him 'darling' in Tagalog. In her household with her parents, English had been the only common language between her mom and dad though it wasn't the first language of either of them. Her dad spoke Italian and her mom spoke Tagalog and she learned both though she had to read dictionaries in different languages and spend nights talking to herself in Italian and Tagalog to remember the languages until she was fluent.

Even now, she still practiced. Nova didn't know anyone else that shared those languages and so she had no need to use them.

But if Adrian was giving her pet names then she wanted to give him one too and it gave her a change to use her parent's original languages.

"Are you calling me a dumbass or sweetheart in another language?" Adrian asked.

"I'm calling you 'darling' in Tagalog, one of the main languages of the Philippines and the language my mom used most with me," Nova explained.

"Oh," Adrian said softly, warmth seeping into her palms from his cheeks. "I didn't know you knew any other languages."

"Both my parents were immigrants so English wasn't their first language. My dad spoke Italian and my mom spoke Tagalog but they spoke to one another in English and spoke to me in their first languages as much as they did English so I learned all three," she told him. "Though I have had to spend a lot of nights practicing so I don't forget because it's not like there's anyone to talk to in those languages."

Adrian offered her a sympathetic smile. 

"I'm glad you finally get to speak in them though is that part of the reason you always mumbled a lot under your breath? Were you plotting or speaking in another language and trying to find the right word to say?"

Nova smiled sheepishly. "A decent amount of both." 

He laughed and then his band went off, beeping.

"Max wants me to come see him," Adrian explained.

"Are you going to sneak into the hospital to go see him?" Nova asked, eyebrow raised.

Clearly, Max seemed to figure out that Adrian was the Sentinel and have given himself tattoos to give himself new powers, including on of the vitality charm over his heart which was helping heal the wound on his side.

"That's the plan. You want to come and get a piece of the action?"

She shook her head. That would not work at all. She'd be a dead give away to what he was doing and she needed to get things in order to go check out the apartment and meet the landlords.

"Not now but I'll text you after I see the apartment and I'll tell you how it goes."

"Okay," Adrian said, giving her a quick kiss. "'ll talk to you then."

He took his things and left after that, leaving Nova feeling both giddy over what had happened and yet filled with dread of the future.

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[wildrosestreet]

Who am I?

Lately, I have been feeling the urge to get to know myself better. It’s so easy to be in the grind of life without pausing and thinking about what really matters and what makes you happy in life. I’ve gotten to the point now that I’m really stuck in life and something must change, because I’m far from being fulfilled and proud of what I’m doing.

I feel this strange contrast inside of me: on the one hand, I feel like I need a way to express myself and be creative, but on the other hand, I’m also scared to open up and be vulnerable. 

I think I have been neglecting my creative side for far too long and I don’t know where to start to pick it up again. However, I feel like this is the only way I’m gonna be satisfied with my life, because it’s very important for me. I really want to create meaningful things and help to make the world a better and more beautiful place.

It takes a lot of courage to show your work today, because people are always gonna give their opinion. Creative work is very personal, so the feedback is going to be hard sometimes. However, this cannot be a reason to stop expressing what you’re feeling. It’s my life and I’ve already cared too much about other people’s opinions. It has been holding me back for years now and it really isn’t worth it. 

I want an authentic life. I want a creative life. I want to share my passion and work with others and connect with others who share the same interests, values and passions in life. I want to open up to others, because that’s what life is all about for me. Being in my own world all the time, not sharing anything of what I’m feeling or making, is not how I want to live my life. 

I would like to end with this beautiful poem of Cleo Wade, words of which I think they are very wise and true <3

express yourself. don’t walk around with the burden of unsaid things, unlived talents, and untold stories. free yourself. live out loud. - Cleo Wade

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