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greycaelum · 11 months

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imagine past/young gojo and reader go into the future and meet the future gojo and reader with the kids and shi

Kaleidoscope Series—Clouds and Mochi Chapters: { Sweet Things }

—Gojo Satoru X Wife Reader

𑁍 Synopsis:

2016... The paycheck you got yesterday was dated 2010. "This is crazy..." Is this even possible? Your knees faltered, staggering back as you reread the paper. You have fallen into the wrong timeline. Did the curse have so much power to send you far to the present? How are you gonna go back?

𑁍 Genre: fluff, time-leap

𑁍 WC/CW/TW: (1.4k)—/ glimpse of teen Satoru, teen reader, the reader got sucked in a curse's domain, clingy Satoru—/

𑁍 A/N: For some reason, there seems to be a number that likes this trope (I have two more of the same request in the inbox). This is not my forte, so sorry for the very long wait dear. I'll post the next part in Satoru's POV. This will be a three-shot I guess.

"Neh, can you fight?" A 19-year-old Satoru held his breath as he asks the girl he's been wanting to talk to for years now. "I can train you," he added.

"No, but if you do that stunt again I'm gonna knee you where the sun doesn't shine." You smiled sweetly at the male, contrasting with the blank look in your eyes.

Satoru's heart only shivered. Please, you have to stop being so adorable it's making his heart go batshit pounding.

"Yaga-san, I'm going. Please wire my payment to the usual account." You bowed at the older male chanting to let down a curtain. You move to get out before the partition touched the ground.

"Oi!" Satoru almost choked on himself watching you turn your back on him. Not so fast pretty girl. Not when he's spent years looking at you from afar. He stopped you and handed over the blue folding umbrella.

"Sorry about that, I'm Gojo Satoru, and take this. It's going to rain," Satoru smiled and reach for your hand, depositing the umbrella before you could reply, and ran back into the curtain. He bit his lips, grinning to himself so badly he feels like he wants to roll on the ground. Damn it! You're just so cute. Seconds later small droplets started to fall.

That was how you "first" met the annoying but thoughtful menace. But little did you know...

Little by little he meets you more frequently in the missions, being a window, you're the first in the scene before the managers and sorcerers arrive. And it was supposed to be a normal mission and the sorcerers were just a bit late when you got entangled in the domain, with no way out. Just when your eyes are fully engulfed in the bottomless pit, a dash of white hair rushes forward and a shout called you.

"Y/n! Wake up, hey grab on me!" A crisp profanity flew out of the rude mouth. You swam into consciousness and gasped for oxygen.

You thought you're gonna die. That wasn't the first time you put down a curtain for a special grade curse but it sure will be the closest you get to dying. The curse messes up space and time. After regaining your breath, your eyes fluttered open and met the thick foliage of trees staring back at you.

The sound of loud children nearby occupied your hearing as you swam into full consciousness. This is Jujutsu Tech's grounds, the scenery is familiar but you don't know where it will lead since Master Tengen's barrier changes every day leading to different kinds of places to keep intruders from invading the school.

You started walking until you find yourself at the door of the mountain, towards the city. You look down at your dirty clothes and sighed. Perhaps getting a shower first makes sense. You hailed a cab and gave your address.

"!?"

The three-story building you're living in is nowhere and it was replaced by a fancy-looking cafe.

Les Sucreries

"What is going on?" You remember walking up and going out of your apartment this morning. You can't be in the wrong place since the ice cream parlor you love is right in front and a few blocks is the cafe you are working on part-time.

"Ah, Miss. If you'd like please check out this flier it's time-limited so make sure to drop your entry!" A lad skip up to you and extended a flier then ran away.

Free Bouquet for the first three visitors... Fleur-de-Lis Bouquets. Only until July 27, 2016...

2016...

The paycheck you got yesterday was dated 2010.

"This is crazy..." Is this even possible?

Your knees faltered, staggering back as you reread the paper. You have fallen into the wrong timeline. Did the curse have so much power to send you far to the present? How are you gonna go back?

If in 2016 your apartment is not there anymore... Does that mean you finally got to buy your own house? What course did you take in college? Did you finally get a decent boyfriend?

A blush rose to your face. Why of all things did you have to think of that? You should first find a way home before worrying about that. Maybe going back to Jujutsu Tech will help. You started walking in the direction of the college.

The cafe door opened and a lady in a barista's apron peeked outside. The baby she's carrying on her hip calmed down when she walked out of the cafe.

"Did you see someone we know Kou-chan?" The lady chuckled as she tickled her baby boy with striking white hair while he tried to babble and pointed his chubby finger at the lady walking away.

"Mama..."

"Mnn? Mama's right here sweetheart."

Ahhh, this is crazy. The Tokyo of 2010 and Tokyo of 2016 look so alike and not at the same time.

You walked and walked and stopped.

That striking white hair that stands out of the crowd, lanky figure, and cool minty scent. The man is walking on the other side of the road and stopped on the red lights.

"Gojo?"

Your hands immediately flew to cover your mouth. He's wearing a weird white bandage over his eyes and his hair is fluffed up by the constricting cloth. But it's him! He looks just a 'bit' more handsome and mature...

Shit! You smacked your head. This is not the time for those thoughts.

And you'd never admit it to him or else his ego will gloat and you won't hear the end of it. Sometimes you wonder if ever someone has duct taped his mouth because he's so noisy and annoying.

Anyways, you can't help but trail after Gojo. Surely he'll help you if you just approach him. Everyone says he has a bad personality but when you first met him, he may sound condescending yet he ran after you to give you an umbrella because it was going to rain. That was thoughtful of him.

He's not that so bad... You thought and sighed. He may have the answer on how you could come back home. But at the same time, you're a little curious about how he turned out 6 years later. Just a little curious. After you're satisfied you'll approach him!

Come to think of it... Is he married? He should be 24 right now... It's quite young to be married yet but knowing that he came from the Gojo Clan and on top he's the heir it's not surprising if he already has an arranged marriage partner.

What does she look like? She must have a very unique curse technique and be from a prestigious clan.

Argh! Stop thinking about that Y/n. I need to go home. You steeled your thoughts.

Mustering up your courage you ran to the nearest pedestrian line and ran after Gojo but he walks damn fast.

"Damn, those lanky legs." You panted and look around only to realize you're back to where you were before.

Les Sucreries

That's French... The name fits Gojo very much.

What is he doing here? Overcame by curiosity, you entered the cafe and sat on the farthest table. Will he recognize you?

That was when a woman came down the stairs, wearing a plain brown apron. She didn't notice you because she was focused on the man leaning on the stairs. The man was Gojo.

And the woman... was you...?

Your jaw dropped and took another look at the woman's face. It's definitely you!

It's just that your hair is longer and your body is more mature. And there's the palpable wedding band on your left ring finger.

But that's definitely "you" standing beside the strongest sorcerer, with his hands wrapped around "your" waist as he tries to sneak a kiss.

W-What happened?

Your heart was pounding and slowly regretted entering the cafe. Not in your wildest dreams did you think this would even be a possibility. I-Is he your h-husband?

So you got married. And not just married!

You're married to Gojo.

What were you thinking?! Ahhhhh! You felt your heart like a dying fish removed from the water. This isn't real... You could feel your soul escaping from your body.

You looked up and blue eyes met you. The same arrogant smirk on his lips and he whispered something to "your" ear and kissed her temples before walking towards your direction. The future "you" went up the stairs, still uninformed that her six years younger self is here.

"You blushing Y/n-chan?" He chimed and sat on the chair across from you, flashing a devilish grin. "So... how did my lil' teen crush get here?"

—GreyCaelum

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ros3ybabe · 2 months

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Daily Check-in: April 2nd, 2024 🎀

Hello lovelies!

I am back with my daily check-ins, so i thought I'd start with April 2nd (even tho I know today is currently April 3rd)! I look forward to regularly posting again!

Tuesday was a rough day for me near the end of the day. I pretty much had an emotional stress-induced breakdown in front of my manager and director, but they were very kind and understanding, and I called my dad, who also was awesome, and helped calm me down. It's sage to say that a packed schedule and lack of sleep definitely don't mix well together!

🩷 What I Accomplished Today:

made some actionable steps for improving my health (sleep, nutrition, and fitness areas)

completed Chapter 9 of Spanish Busuu + made flashcards for it

attended my psyc class

completed the assignment for my Friday restaurant class

completed the take home questions for a quiz for psyc

Sent my academic advisor a filled out roadmap

🩷 Good Things That Happened:

one of my accountability buddies sent me a pdf of a Spanish textbook that I was able to download to my goodnotes, which is exciting!

I tried a restaurant on campus that I had never had before, and it was absolutely so delicious

my coworker is going to cover my shift on Friday evening, so I'll have time to relax/catch up on things

Got good advice from my supervisor about life stuff

💕 What Could've Been Better:

I need to reevaluate who I call my "friends" at work after a couple of interactions I've had with people I had considered my friends

Learned that over crowding my plate when already not sleeping well is not a good life combination and will send me to burnout a lot faster

On that same note, I do feel like I still need to learn to manage my time effectively. It's a hard skill to master but I did it before

my professor for psyc was 15 minutes late to class and then proceeded to continue lecturing 5+ minutes after. I felt bad leaving but I had a study room to go to

So that was my April 2nd! Today, I also have a busy schedule. I have an early morning in person meeting with an advisor for Finance majors (I may be adding a finance 2nd major....stay tuned), and then less then 2 hours later i have a meeting with my advisor for my current major. I know she's not going to be happy about me adding a 2nd major but ehh, if it'll benefit my future, then I want to do it.

til next time lovelies 🩷

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itspbandjellytime · 3 months

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The Assistant [Hailee Steinfeld x Fem!Reader] - Chapter 1

Plot: Y/N Waldorf is fresh out of college and her first job is being Hailee Steinfeld's personal assistant, but what Y/N doesn't know is that Hailee is hiding a huge secret from the general public and from her, as her assistant.

Notes: This is a multi-chapter fic, you can also read this on wattpad under the same username "itspbandjellytime". This fanfic is also going to contain NSFW themes in the near future, so if you're under the age of 18 please don't read this. Thank you!

Word count: 1.5k words

[Y/N's POV]

My name is Y/N Waldorf, I am 21 years old and I live in Seattle, Washington, and I just graduated from college a few months ago. After four gruesome years of this course that I didn't like, I am finally free and I get to choose what job I'll have in the future since this is America and it's a free country after all. I got to say College was mentally challenging, but it was worth it after all and I got my degree, which I will probably never use in the future.

My parents, are real estate brokers and they were high school sweethearts. But they're not your typical high school sweethearts where one is a football player and the other is the girl next door, my parents were a bunch of nerds who fell in love and gave birth to two girls. I am the youngest and my sister Kelly, is the eldest.

If I can talk about their reaction to me graduating college, all I can say is that they were happy that I finished college after ranting to them I want to drop out every five seconds. However they have been bugging me for months to get a job which is annoying at first but I manage to get used to them bothering me at 3 in the morning to get one which I have- well had. I told my parents I've been working at the coffee shop somewhere in our local town, but they told me to get a PROPER job, a job that can pay me well and can give me money to support myself. As if the job at the coffee shop didn't support me when I was in college which it did for some time, I quit my job at the coffee shop a few weeks ago and now I am scouring the internet for a job.

My eyes start to hurt from staring at the screen of my laptop way too long, scrolling through countless job hunting websites, my ears start to hurt as well from the headphones I am wearing and blasting out my playlists as I look for the said job. I start to slowly give up at this point and start to overthink about my life choices until I was on the verge of tears, when all of a sudden I saw something that says: "Urgent! In need of a Personal Assistant, please contact Laura McKinnon." along with her details. I was skeptical at first when I saw the advertisement, I am fully aware about the scams happening which leads to people being in very life threatening circumstances. But with a quick google search, I realized that she works as a talent manager and she's based in California, I feel like this is also a sign from God at the same time. I immediately typed down her e-mail address and sent my resume to Laura, hoping for the best and I don't get scammed.

A few days have passed, I've been checking my e-mail almost everyday to see if I get a word from Laura which I did. According to the E-mail I sent, I am scheduled to have an interview with her via. Zoom the next day. The next day arrived and I was interviewed by Laura through Zoom, once the interview concluded she told me she'll contact me again once I get the job or not. I waited and waited, day and night for a response from Laura. I was desperate to get this job that I started to go to church almost everyday, I was religious for an entire week basically.

One day, while I was in a middle of a run just to count my steps in and getting my blood pumping, my phone starts to ring. I stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and answered the call from an anonymous number "Hello?" I spoke, panting and catching my breath "Hello is this Y/N Waldorf?" The person asked, the sound of the person's voice sounded sweet, feminine, and had a valley girl accent.

I furrow my brows, checking my surroundings before speaking "Yes, who is this?" I asked.

"This is Laura McKinnon, from the office of Hailee Steinfeld. I am just here to inform you that you got the job as Hailee Steinfeld's personal assistant." Laura said, hold on... Did she say Hailee Steinfeld? Like... THE Hailee Steinfeld?!? I get to work as Hailee Steinfeld's personal assistant?!? I tend not to freak out in the middle of the street knowing I am gonna be a part of Hailee's team. I've looked up to Hailee since I first saw The Edge of Seventeen for the first time and I never looked back since, she is also the reason why I am into women and met one of my closest friends, Jackie.

"Miss Waldorf? Are you still on the line?" Laura asks me, I snapped back to reality and stammered for a bit to find words "Uhm... Yes. Sorry, I was distracted." I responded, chuckling nervously.

"It's all good Miss Waldorf, anyways you will be starting next week. I know you are based in Washington, but if you have any associates around the Los Angeles area, you can stay with them." Laura told me, all did was respond with a nod and a smile on my face "Yes... I will do that, thank you so much." I said as Laura ended the call.

After my run, I headed straight to my apartment and called up my bestfriend Jackie, I know it's crazy that I am calling my internet friend before my parents who have been bugging me to get a proper job. I met Jackie through our shared interest and love for Hailee Steinfeld, thanks to the website "Twitter", I was blabbering about Hailee on the site as usual and then she asked if we can be mutuals on that site and we have been inseparable ever since also Jackie lives in Los Angeles around West Hollywood so I can crash at her place.

"Jackie!" I said with a proud tone, running around my apartment like I am a dog who just got the zoomies.

"Y/N/N! Hey, what's up?" Jackie asks me, I settle down on the couch and clear my throat.

"Girl guess what?" I ask her, I cant contain my excitement as a huge grin forms on my face.

"What?" She asks me back.

"I got a job!" I exclaimed, not telling her what my job is and who I work for just yet to build the suspense.

"No way, congrats girlie! What job?" Jackie asks.

I clear my throat again, a smirk forms on my face "Personal assistant." I confidently say.

"For?"

"Hailee Steinfeld." I responded, giggling like a teenage girl. I heard Jackie scream on the other line, causing me to laugh at her response "Yes, I am being serious Jackie. And I need to crash at your place." I told her.

"Oh my God sure, you are free to stay at my place... holy shit... You bagged a good job." Jackie compliments me and all I can do is laugh.

"It's insane, I know." I said, smiling "I start next week, and I gotta tell my parents about it as well." I added.

"Well you better tell them, girl." Jackie encouraged me, I can tell that she's leaning against a wall and smiling with her phone on her hand.

"Of course, I'll tell them and I will drive by there tomorrow." I said, ending my call with Jackie.

I told my parents about the job that I got, their reactions were positive and they supportive of me moving from Washington to California the next day. But my grandparents are huge conspiracy theorist believers, they start to talk about random things about the entertainment industry and my parents just shook their heads and told me to ignore them and enjoy my job. And in the words of my mother, she told me that this job is a once in a life time opportunity and I should savor every moment. Which I will, cause I have a feeling that working with your idol will be one of the best experiences I will have in my life time.

I spent the entire day packing my things for California, and It's a good thing that my sister, Kelly is down to look after and live in my apartment for the mean time. I love my sister, I would die for her.

The next day, I finally left Washington and headed to California. I decided to take my car and drive, it feels like a road trip with yourself and it's very therapeutic. I suggest that you try it, I spent the entire road trip blasting out Taylor Swift, eating convenient store food, sleeping in my car in empty parking spots.

The trip lasted for 17 hours, and 17 hours later I arrived in sunny Los Angeles. The last time I was in Los Angeles was when I was 15, when I first met Jackie and we saw Hailee live when she opened Charlie Puth. I took time to look around the surroundings as I drove to where Jackie lives, a smile forms on my face and it made me realize that this will be the start of a new chapter of my life and I hope this one will never end.

#hailee steinfeld #hailee steinfeld imagines #hailee steinfeld x reader #hailee steinfeld x fem reader #hailee steinfeld smut #kate bishop #charlie watson #emily dickinson #bumblebee #dickinson #nadine franklin #emily junk #hawkeye #edge of seventeen #pitch perfect 2 #fanfiction

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lurkingshan · 7 months

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Breaking Down the I Feel You Linger in the Air Finale

Okay pals, I got some sleep and I'm ready to dig into this finale and all its beautiful messiness. I love this show and I'm frankly a little frustrated that we got such an incomplete resolution to the (hopefully) first season when there was ample time to do it right. As ever, pacing and time and information management continue to be major weaknesses for Tee Bundit. As I said last week, the writing for this show has been undeniably messy but it's still holding together on the strength of the production and the performances and the success of some of its big themes and character arcs; that take held firm through the finale and some of the baffling choices made about where to spend our time in this final installment. So, let's dig into it!

The Long Goodbye

I'll say upfront that this is my biggest beef with the pacing of the finale. We spent all of last week on a long and painful goodbye for Yai and Jom, perfectly executed, but for some reason we did another 45 minutes of it this week, not so perfectly executed. While I loved the covering of the mirrors, the saddest sex scene ever (complete with sex moans running as the audio over a memory montage how dare you show!), and the pain of Yai realizing he drew the final picture and watching Jom disappear, we didn't need to retread them saying goodbye to each other over and over again for two entire hours of story time, and we didn't need a long, sappy, on the nose speech from Jom saying things we already knew. As I told @neuroticbookworm, this might be my aro showing but I found the series of repetitive emotional goodbye conversations and memory montages exhausting and not in a good way. If I were the script doctor, I would have kept the mirrors, sad sex, and Yai drawing as the start of the episode and cut the rest, moving much more quickly into the next phase of the story.

Back to the Future

Jom returning to his present day life, trying to cope with his anguish and loneliness and adjust back into things, and further investigating the time travel mystery to figure out a way to reconnect with Yai should have been the main narrative of this episode. Instead, we got a truncated version of it that didn't have time to breath because we'd used up so much time on the above mentioned retread. For my money, Jom's devastation upon finding Yai's letter to him was the most emotionally resonant moment of the finale and the first part of the episode where I almost cried. But we had barely sunk into that feeling before it was abruptly cut short because we were out of time and Tee needed to wrap this baby up.

Eyebrow Scar Yai

Here’s where I get actually kind of peeved, because this final (pre-credits) scene was so poorly set up and executed that to even call it a resolution is a stretch. A modern version of Yai walks into the room, asks Jom why he's crying, tells him he's been waiting for him, kisses him, and then the credits roll!

Now I've been in the tags so I know this caused confusion for anyone who has not read the novel (me too, fam!). And that's because the show had not bothered to establish:

That Yai does in fact have a modern doppelgänger

Who the heck that doppelgänger is and how he’s connected to 1928 Yai

How that doppelgänger would be able to remember Jom when no other doppelgängers in the story can remember their past lives

Based on what we know, could we piece together a reasonable theory about who this man is, how he got there, and the final pieces of the mythology that make sense of it? Sure. In fact, bookworm and I pretty much guessed exactly what the explanation for this was after watching the show, and many of the elements at play here were theorized in conversations we had last week. Book readers like @tipsyjaehyun have now confirmed the full explanation for anyone who cares to go read it.

But the show did not tell us any of this information. If you have to read the novel or have novel readers spoil you on aspects of the story that the show didn't bother to cover in order to understand the ending of the story, the execution has failed. And given the pacing notes above, there is really no reason we couldn't have gotten a better set up for this ending with Eyebrow Scar Yai (yes I know his name but no I'm not using it because the show didn't bother telling me; I am petty like that). Jom could have found this descendant during his time of processing and the ending could have hinged on us realizing this modern Yai is a reincarnation who has his past life memories intact; had we gone into a final kiss between them feeling grounded in all of that knowledge, it would have landed so much better.

Hello Commander

And now on to the post-credits scene, where Tee puts a plea into the universe to give him a second season so he can play around in another time period and explore what is evidently the origin of this soul tie between Jom and Yai. I chose to read this episode tag as separate from the actual season 1 narrative, and I think that was the intention given its placement. If they secure funding for a second season, this tag scene becomes the beginning of that next story, with Eyebrow Scar Yai's kiss sending Jom into another time travel adventure. If they don't we can just ignore it and pretend the pre-credits scene was the end (which is why I'm not happy it was so poorly done). I, for one, would love to see a second season to explore another time period and give Tee a chance to clean up some of this mess he has made of the mythology and season 1 resolution. Shouts to @clairedaring for reporting back from the live showing of the finale on what the possibilities are looking like there. Fingers crossed we get a continuation of this story some day!

Tagging in @waitmyturtles and @twig-tea who also have linked posts above. And shouts to @blmpff @cankersoregirl @pharawee @wanderlust-in-my-soul @italianpersonwithashippersheart @bengiyo @dragonsareawesome123 @wen-kexing-apologist @junghaesin @stuffnonsenseandotherthings @slayerkitty @respectthepetty @chickenstrangers @sunshinechay @btwinlines for posting about this show every week and making it such a fun watch despite having a small audience on here. It was a pleasure watching this with you all!

#i feel you linger in the air #thai bl #shan shouts into the void

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aita-blorbos · 7 months

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Am I The Asshole for not telling my QPP that I (sort of) came back from the dead?

My Queer Platonic Partner (4595 M), who I'll call F, and I (~300k M) got together in the late eleventh century, and we've basically been married since the sixteenth century. (Not legally, obviously, but we lived together and pooled our finances and all that.)

While doing some spy work in France during WWII (on behalf of the Allies) I got another future vision showing me getting killed by this cult of weird supernatural obsessed rich people, and I could tell it would happen sometime in the next year or so. Now, there are ways to shift small details of the stuff I see in my future visions, but I'm pretty sure trying to change anything too major would break the fabric of spacetime, if you could even manage to make a change in the first place, so I accepted pretty quickly that my demise was inevitable and started making preparations (writing a will, etc.)

Obviously after all this time I know F pretty well, and he tends to struggle dealing with grief; most of his friends are other immortals and he only really interacts with mortals professionally. I also know there would be absolutely no way he would just accept the fact that my death is inevitable, and would end up spending the next however-long-I-had-left trying to find a solution and would probably really beat himself up about it when he failed.

On top of that, telling other people too much about my visions tends to lead to bad stuff happening (like an immortal cult leader/dictator from my home dimension, who we'll call C, massacring 60+ planets, attempting to take over Earth multiple times, and basically turning his kid into a living weapon), so I don't tend to tell people about them, a boundary which F knows about and usually respects.

So basically, I didn't tell F what I saw. I got kidnapped, he tried to rescue me but was a bit too late, I bled out after getting stabbed by a magic sword, etc., etc. Now, when people of my species die, we get reincarnated. We're reborn in an entirely new body, and with our memories suppressed, we grow into entirely new people with entirely new experiences. You keep your magic powers and basically stop aging around 20, but that's about it. It's a bit different for humans for slightly complicated deific political reasons, I think? F knows this because I told him about it at some point.

After I died, the wife (? F) of one of F's old friends showed up and told me she was Death and that C was gonna try to invade Earth again at some point in the future and my help would be needed, so she was willing to let me sort of... stick around in my reincarnation (now 78 NB)'s brain. So obviously I agreed.

My reincarnation, E, was born somewhere in the US shortly after I died. For context, F and I previously lived in the UK. I hung back for most of E's childhood because I wanted to let them live their own life, but I did help them out a few times with bullies and shitty teachers and stuff. (They're queer and neurodivergent and grew up in the 50s, so they didn't exactly have the best childhood).

There wasn't exactly a whole lot I could do to contact F when E was younger, and even when they got older, there still wasn't much I could do without fucking up their life, so basically I spent several decades only showing up when E was asleep or everyone involved was super high, so even E didn't know I existed.

Sometime around the early 80s E started getting into superhero stuff, which isn't really my cup of tea, so I ended up sorta taking a nap for a few decades. I woke up in the mid 2010s to find out that F and E had apparently become friends? Again, I don't want to mess up either of their lives, and it seemed to me like F had moved on, so I continued hiding.

Recently, C started trying to invade earth again, so I started sneaking out at night to try to stop them with the help of R (18 NB/M?), the literal only other person who knew I existed. (He accidentally ran into me getting a late night snack while breaking into E's house for prank reasons. It's a long story.) We ended up running into some other people, including F's dad (4622 F), so eventually a total of like, 4 people knew about my existence. None of them knew I was me, as in F's dead ex QPP/E's past life. Fortunately, I was able to convince everyone not to tell E or F about me.

Fast forward to a couple months ago, C launched a full scale attack on the city where basically everyone involved in this mess lives. I won't go into too many details, but during the attack E ended up getting hit with a "sleeping spell" which basically just knocked them out, leaving me in control of the body by default. My fighting style is pretty different than E's, so F recognized me almost immediately.

We ended up getting into a pretty big argument about me not telling him I was still around, during which I ended up finding out that after I died he basically lost all faith in humanity and tried to destroy the world a couple times, and he basically admitted he still wasn't over my death, but he was also really pissed at me for not telling him that I was still around. I tried to explain but F still insisted I should have told him. We're both fairly stubborn and quick to anger, so the argument ended up getting a bit out of hand, and now we aren't talking to one another. I understand why he's angry, but I still feel like I didn't have any other choice.

Am I The Asshole?

(Side Note: E is now aware I exist and is trying to act as a mediator. They understand my reasoning for not outright telling them, and had a pretty good laugh over all the signs of my existence that they missed, but F is still pissed on their behalf about me not telling them.)

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality

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after-hours-art · 1 year

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Consider it a medicine

Paring: Hange Zoë x fem!reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: Mentioning of sickness,

Your headache was killing you. Just as soon as you thought that going out without a jacket would be a smart choice "because it's spring," you ended up in your bed under the covers and three blankets. Mental note - never trust Military Police soldiers' predictions about the weather. Too bad your brother was the soldier you listened to. Another mental note - kill him the next time you see him.

You rolled to the other side to hide from the sunlight that started peeking from behind the white curtains. You were so dumb to choose such a light color for your room. Now it's definitely too bright for your headache. You strated, feeling tears in your eyes. Another sign of long-term illness. And why did it have to happen now, right before the next expedition? You heard the noises on the corridor. The cadets and others were probably getting ready for breakfast. You didn't feel hungry at all, so you just hid your head under the pillow to hide from the noises. Oh, why do those Jaeger and Kirstein kids have to be so loud??

- SHUT UP! - you managed to shout, but you were sure that after that, you lost your voice for good. You shut your eyes and tried to go back to sleep.

// Hange's POV //

I kept looking around for Y/N, but she was nowhere to find. Have I done something yesterday to upset her? She was away for the whole week. Maybe I got too excited about her being back? Walls, is she mad at me, and now she's trying to avoid me? Is she mad because I left when she was still asleep?

- Hey, Four-Eyes! - Levi's voice broke the train of thoughts in my head.

- Huh?

- I called your name three times. Where are you these days? We NEED your crazy Titan knowledge to set the trap for that Titan. So wake up and help - blackhaired man took sip of his tea.

- Levi is right. We need to stay focused, Hange. You know that Survey Corps' future relies on this expedition. - Erwin said as he managed to smile. As if he wasn't risking the whole Regiment existence in two days.

- Yes. Right. Sorry. The weapon will work. For sure.

- What's with you? Your Titans got killed again?

- Don't bring Bean and Sawney into that. It's... somethi- someone else.

- Are you freaking about that brunette girl? Y/N or whatever her name was. - Levi sended me a serious glare. - You two broke up? That was a short relationship.

- We didn't break up! - I shouted and hit the table with my hands, accidentally causing silence in the mensa. - S-sorry, guys. - I sat back down and covered my face with my hands.

- Y/L/N isn't here? I thought she came back from Wall Sina yesterday. - Erwin put his hand on my back.

- She did. And I saw her. Yesterday. I got a little... excited and happy to see her, and now she's probably mad at me, regretting ever getting to know me. Oh, Walls, what if she wants to leave the Scouts because of me?

- She's too good to let her go. She has done the most kills, not counting my squad in it. I wonder how you, Titan-lover, ended up falling in love with the one who kill them - Levo scoffed and put his cup down. - I'm waiting in my office, Erwin. There's a strategy I'd like you to consider.

Ackerman left the room, leaving me with Erwin.

- Just go talk to her, Hange. If she's not here, she might be in her room. And take her some food. We won't have any use of a hungry soldier. - he stood up and left. I sighted. I took half of the sandwich I had left and left the mensa. Maybe Erwin was right, and she is just tired? I knocked to her dorm door, but no one answered.

- Y/N? It's me. Hange. I just wanted to talk. You weren't downstairs this morning and... Y/N, can we just talk? - I waited for a while, but still no answer. After assassination of my Titans, something in my head alarmed me that that assassin might move to people.

- Y/N! If you won't answer me, I swear I'll break this door! - still only silence. I moved the handle and, for my surprise, it was open. I stepped into the dark room.

- Y/N? Princess?

//2nd POV //

You whimpered as you heard a familiar voice.

- Princess! What happened? - Hange closed the door behind them and rushed to your bed, kneeling next to you. You pointed at your throat.

- Are you sick? You lost your voice? Oh, Walls, I was so worried. - Hange gently put their hand on your forehead just to discover fever. It wasn't high, but it only made squad leader worry more.

- Oh, Princess. - they took your hand in their, gently carresing the top of your palm with their thumb. - I thought you were mad about yesterday, and you regretted hanging out with so... energetic person as me.. - they moved the hair from your face so they could see your eyes.

- Hange... - you said with a raspy voice.

- It's alright, Princess. - Hange gently wiped the single tear from your cheek. - I got you some food, but I think tea might be better for you now. - they wanted to get up, but you grabbed their wrist, wordlessly asking them to stay. Hange smiled softly at you.

- I will be right back, I promise. - they said as they freed their hand and left the room. You sighted and closed your eyes again. Hange came back a few minutes later with a cold towel to put on your head and warm lemon tea in their hands. They carefully placed the towel on your forehead and helped you sit down on the bed. You took a sip of warm tea while Hange pulled themselves a chair to sit next to your bed.

- I'm so happy that you're not mad at me. I mean, it sucks that you're sick. But I'm happy that my... excitement yesterday didn't freak you out.

- No, Hange. You don't freak me out... most of the time. I got kind of worried about you when you were doing experiments with those Titans, but I love you, Hange. - you said putting your cup on the nightstand. Hange just kept looking at you with their eyes wide open.

- What? Did I say something wrong?

- You said that you love me. Do you... do you really mean it? That you love me?

- Of course I do, Love. If I didn't mean it, I would let you... welcome me the way you did yesterday - you blushed at the memories of the last night. Hange reached their hand to gently brush their fingers against your neck and the hickeys they left on you last night when they were claiming you as theirs.

- I love you too - they leaned towards you, but you moved away. - What? We just said "I love you" for the first time. Why won't you kiss me? Oh, no. You ARE mad about yesterday?

- No, Hange - you grunted to get your voice to work. - I'm sick. I don't want you to be sick, too.

- Consider it a medicine - Hange said with a serious look in their eyes.

- A medicine?

- Yep. Let my kiss take all your pain away from you.

- Hange, you have an important expedition. They can't afford not to have you there. - you put your hand on their cheek and gently rubbed it with your thumb. - You are too important, my Love.

Hange sighted and kissed you by the surprise.

- HANGE!

- I won't get sick. I promise. I just needed to kiss you. I left you in the morning, and I didn't spot that you were feeling sick and.. oh, I'm a terrible partner

- You're the best partner. And I loved the kiss. I actually feel better after that tea and towel and the fact that you're here. - you looked at Hange with the soft gaze that you had reserved only for the ones you truly cared about. Hange's hand ended you at your cheek, tackling your hair behind your ear.

- I'll take good care of you, I promise.

- Focus on the missio-

- Us. That's the only mission I care about now.

- Hange...

- Y/N. I... I just want to hug you now

- You'll get sick.

- Screw that. Move over - they got off the chair and got on the bed next to you.

- What? Hange!

Just a few seconds later, you were sitting between their legs, your back resting on their chest as they were holding you close by the waist and placing soft kisses on the top of your head.

- Hange... you'll get sick. - you mumbled but enjoyed their closeness even more than yesterday.

- I don't care. I want you to be warm, cozy, and safe. - they said as they kissed the side of your head.

You leaned more into their hug.

- Just a few minutes, okay? I don't want Levi bursting in here.

Hange reached for your hand under the covers and locked your fingers with theirs.

- Now rest, my Princess. - they whispered in your ear, making your spine shiver. - And I'll make sure that you won't go on that mission.

- But you'll have to be extra careful, good?

- Yeah. I'm used to risking my life like if it's nothing but... - they kissed the top of your head. - Now, as I have a person to live for, I'll come back in one piece. Promise.

- I'll kiss you when you'll be back - you turned your head and smiled at them. Hange used that opportunity to steal another kiss from you.

- Hange!

- I couldn't resist. You're too cute, even sick with teary eyes and that red cheeks.

- Red cheeks are your fault... - you mumbled shyly. Hange only giggled and smiled, happy that you were in love with them.

- I'll make your cheeks more red when I'll be back - they whispered in a lower voice close to your ear, something that always was giving you goosebumps.

- Hange! - you pulled your knees to your chest, hid your face in your blushed face as Hange laughed at your adorable reaction.

#hange x reader #hanji zoe #attack on titan #attack on titan fanfiction #aot fluff #fluff #hange zoë #hange x fem!reader #hange fluff

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avissapiens · 5 months

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Jockbull Summer Final Week Set A (1/1/24-7/1/24)

Model Used is Tsonghan Wu

Here we are bros. I decided to end it early since I accidentally started the Jockbull summer in like the last month of Spring. So we’ll call this a season. 8 weeks and then onto the next. Additionally, interest largely seem’s to have waned and I wanna focus on giving some more stuff that’ll keep your attention rather than flooding your dashboards lol. These will be my last set of diary write ups. And then next week I'll have a retrospective detailing how things went and what I'm likely to keep

I’ll be straight and real with yall. This was probably the worst week yet lol. Mentally i just wasn’t here. Lots of stress and strain. I do have a new workout structure, that includes AMRAP pushups near the end. Diamond push ups that really tire you out by the time you finish all your other training, but its not quite the same or for the same purpose. I tried to sort my time table so that Pushups were combined with the times i wanted to work on my PT cert early in the day. But that has yet to really work out.

Keeping with the smite idea from previous weeks I managed to go on a 3 game win-streak. Total ez streak, possibly because my Elo was reset from not playing in such a long time. But dunking is still dunking and you still get the mental endorphin rush from winning. Only thing that broke the streak is that my Duos partner (yet another Muscle brained Gym bro that i’ve known for years) had to dip mid game. Tragic.

Since this is the last week and its even I didn’t throw anything out. But I am going to have one final push to get some of the last chunks of shitty oversized clothing out of my life. Gonna make an attempt to throw out 4 more pieces of clothing and then the lot will be going to the charity/thrift shop.

I’m good enough at this. I’ll use it more often. And I am 100% going to do that Bro voice file at some point in the future.

There is an episode of Baki where the main character is lying in bed with his girlfriend horny as hell, and they are about to fuck when Baki’s father, Strongest man in the world Yujiro, appears out of the darkness to cheerlead them fucking. And more than cheerlead. This man encourages the most relentless rauchy unending stream of fucking bitches from his 18 year old son. Literally morning noon and night boning down. It sounded like a passage from Alpha breeder. Unbelievable. Why doesn’t this show have more fanart?

A kind of gymbro failure story which makes me sound like a bit of a douche but i also don’t care.

I’m pretty regularly one of the bigger guys in the gym at any given time. Not always. And that’s not really a compliment to me and more of a dunk on the kind of establishment that my gym is. So this one dude has kinda latched onto me as his story for hope cause of all the weight i lost and how much i’ve grown. I think he’s convinced i’m going to give him the secret formula and not just tell him “Just keep training and eat properly.” He came up to me this week and asked if he could come and workout with me another day. Gave some spiel about needing someone to motivate him and keep him going. He’s another immigrant too. So I commiserate with that and I told him sure, even tho i don’t particularly like training push with other people. But then on the day he was supposed to come at the time we had set up he just…didn’t show. Which makes sense. I tried telling him, motivation should be internal. Consistency comes from discipline. But he didn’t want to hear it. And so the outcome made sense. I wasn’t super broken up about it, Just meant i got to train push on my own in peace and quiet.

#jockbull summer #jock #bull #jbs

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rrelationshipadvice · 4 months

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Hi! I'm in great need of advice right now and I feel like I've already tried everything.

So to give this some backstory: I was in a situationship with a guy for around three months. A few days after our first kiss, he told me he wanted to stay friends instead. His reason was that he's not ready for a relationship and that he can't love someone until he learns to love himself (he has pretty low self-esteem). A few days later we talked it out because I told him that it's too early to become exclusive anyway, I would like to try dating him a bit before we become official, I think we really clicked and have great chemistry etc. He agreed and told me that his real reason was that that day some friends and mates from uni (we go to the same one) saw us together and it was too weird for him and he didn't know what to do so he ignored and later rejected me. I was hurt, sad and angry but he sincerely apologised and asked for a second chance so we made up. He opened up about his terrible mental health and how he tends to push people away when thing are rough, and told me that he's basically going through a mild depressive episode right now and wants to put in more effort and treat me better in the future.

The next weeks were amazing. We had fun dates together, celebrated each other's accomplishements and supported each other when things were hard with family or uni or anything. I truly felt a connection.

I never brought up becoming official because I was scared he might leave again. But I told him that I want him and I'm pretty sure that if things continue this way I'll end up falling for him.

The one day he disappeared completely for around 3-4 days and finally he told me through text and phone that he doesn't want to continue things between us. The reason being that he's not in love and he doesn't think he'll ever will be. A few days later we talked on the phone and both apologised for things we did and might have done wrong. He also told me that he's in a pretty bad place mentally and has been feeling complete apathy for a few weeks. I told him that I'm also not feeling well and that my anxiety is killing me because of family drama and exams.

I sent him a text a few days later and told him that after a while I would like to start again, for real this time, paying more attention to both our own and each other's mental health. He did not reject me but did not answear either. We texted a few times and he even helped me through an anxiety attack during which I told him that I really don't want to lose him and that I would consider staying friends for this reason. He told me that he still likes me and that the reason that he didn't reply was that he wanted to give a real answear not just a short ok but he did not have time because of exams.

We met a few days ago after a month of somewhat separation (we did ocasionally text and call after all) and things were great at first. It felt like nothing had happened, he never hurt me and everything was back to normal.

Then I asked if he considered getting back together. He told me no, he just wants friendship. The conversation quickly became about his mental health and why he left me.

He told me that I did everything more than right he just didn't fall in love and that he missed nothing specific just that "she's the one" feeling. I told him that he might need to consider his own apathy and withdrawal in that and he agreed but still told me that for now he doesn't want to start over. Eventually we managed to talk all feelings out and he told me that he's deeply afraid of commitment, haven't considered dating or getting a girlfriend for years (even though he feels and felt pressured to do so) and got scared when I told him that I might fall for him since he could not reciprocate it.

He often told me how he really enjoyed our time together and how I changed his worldview for the better etc. He did all that plus complimented me on small stuff a lot even payed for my coffee.

We said a kind of bittersweet goodbye and I asked for time and spece before trying to be friends.

Now here's my problem: what should I do now?

I really like this guy. Truly. I don't even click with most of my friends in the way I click with him. He just gets me. We have ton of similarities and our differences balance each other out in a perfect way, challenging us both to grow. I would consider being friends better than not having him in my life.

He told me all the traits of a person with an avoidant attachment about himself. Even without being directly asked about them, just as explanation for his actions. He felt our chemistry too and genuenly enjoyed our time together before I told him I'm open to something more serious.

He kind of desperately wants to be friends and keep me in his life. He endured all my big emotions in the past month and really tried to communicate his feelings (he's terrible at that by the way). He told me he wants to keep all the gifts I gave him (we gave each other personal handmade gifts for christmas). He's still as sweet, caring and interested in my life as he was at the begining of us getting to know each other.

Is it wrong to become friends with the hope that he might come back one day? I feel like we have a future if he gets to know me better, begins to trust me deeper and we build better connection together.

I also think that my feelings for him will fizzle out with time and of course I won't try to seduce him or make him jealous. I still feel like I'm manipulating him somehow by hoping that he still has/will have feelings for me if we stay friends.

I feel completely hopeless. I don't want us to hurt each other anymore I just want us to be happy.

Sorry for my english (not my native language) and thanks in advance for all advice and opinions.

#advice #relationship advice #dating advice #wholesome

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forbidden-forest-witch · 1 year

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Destiné à Être: A Remus Lupin Story

Chapter 17: Bitten

Hey, everyone! this is technically a repost because Tumblr has a personal vendetta against me lol, so I’m not even sure who was able to see it. I really like this chapter, and this whole story, really. Remus and Brigitte are so special to me and this story has helped me through some really hard times... hug your loved ones, be kind, drink the expensive whiskey, and read fanfic!

(Warnings: Smoking, drinking, language, sexual themes. 18+ only!!! Minor do not enter!!!!)

Word Count: 5.7K

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"The future is uncertain, but the end is always near" Jim Morrison

The fallen leaves on the sidewalk crunch loudly underneath Brigitte's boots with every stride, and the early winter air blows through her fluffy hair. It's her first day back doing work on behalf of the Order. It may not seem the most interesting work, like tracking werewolves or forming relationships with Death Eaters, but distantly following Antonin Dolohov could always lead to something. Constant Vigilance, like Moody always says.

Once the dust settles on her previous mishap, she will insist on more risky assignments. She's not completely useless, and she remembers a little bit from the first time Voldemort fought for power. He used not only dark witches, wizards, and werewolves, but also giants, vampires, and Inferi.

For the time being, her morning started with her waiting for him at dawn, when he stumbled out of a dingy Muggle pub. Now, she follows him down into the Underground, where he meets a man. Brigitte recognizes him from the paperwork she was given, Dirk Gibbon. She gets on the same train, and they get off in three stops. It's near the Ministry of Magic.

Brigitte lingers behind and notices them follow who appears to be Lucius Malfoy down a narrow pedestrian pathway. She runs across the street to get closer and manages to hide behind a phonebooth before the men turn around.

"I told you two-- never talk to me this close to the Ministry", Lucius sneers.

"We were given orders", Dolohov informs him. He leans forward to whisper, meaning Brigitte cannot hear anything. She can see the men bickering back and forth, when Malfoy points his wand at Dolohov's throat.

"Watch it, Malfoy. Don't forget who butchered our last attempt at getting the prophecy", Dolohov warns.

"What even is this damn prophecy? I ain't getting arrested unless I got all the details", Gibbon says. Brigitte listens as closely as she can. It appears that no one what this prophecy entails, but they are still seeking it.

"That is for the Dark Lord to know. He has his suspicions, but he wants to confirm it once and for all", Lucius says. "Now, go on. I'll report later this evening".

Brigitte ducks into the phonebooth to hide as the men pass by. She waits until they are out of ear shot before Disapparating to Diagon Alley, to meet Tonks for another dueling practice. She walks down the busy street, filled with people Holidays. She can hardly believe it's already mid-December. So much has happened since the summer.

Stopping in front of the Quality Quidditch Supplies, Brigitte adjusts her knit scarf and stands amongst a group of ogling young girls pointing at the glimmering new broomsticks.

"Check out that new Firebolt!".

"I like the colors in the handle".

"I heard the Holyhead Harpies ordered a set for the team, they're gonna be unstoppable!".

Brigitte chuckles at their excitement as their mother's call for them down the street. She waits about a minute, then her brightly-haired friend appears next to her.

"Hey Dora! Thanks for doing this", Brigitte says hugging her neck. "I'm so happy to be healed and back to work".

"I'm happy I can help! Auror office has meetings all day I'm not allowed in. Damn pricks", Tonks mutters. "C'mon, while we still have good sunlight". She takes Brigitte's hand and Apparates them to a clearing in an evergreen forest.

"Moody used to bring me here when I was preparing for my Auror tests", Tonks says, seeing Brigitte's mesmerized expression. It's sublime, the moss-covered trees with long, gnarled limbs.

"Speaking of Moody!", Brigitte points to the ex-Auror who's just appeared in front of them.

"Hello, you two. See anything today, Moreau?".

"Yes, actually. Lucius Malfoy had a quick chat with Dolohov and Gibbons. I heard them talking about the prophecy".

"And they didn't see you?".

"Of course not".

"Good. Good. With what Snape told us at the last meeting, we’ll keep a close look out for them, and that snake... Alright, I'm gonna watch you two, see if there are any improvements". Moody sits back on a tree stump and leans on his walking stick.

"No dangerous spells, but no holding back. Sound good?", Tonks asks, rolling her jacket sleeves up and retrieving her wand from her back pocket. Brigitte nods her head and stands up straight.

"I'll bomb you with flowers, Love. I'm going to practice without my wand too".

"Element of surprise, I like it".

Tonks fires a harmless hex at Brigitte, commencing the faux battle. Both are surprised by their own quick reflexes, complementing one another's natural instincts as their spells come faster and faster.

The girls move in sync: when Tonks steps forward with her left foot, Brigitte steps back with her right. They both get in some shots. Tonks hits Brigitte with jelly-leg jinxes, and she throws back giant balls of moss and powdered snow.

"Ugh, gross!", Tonks winces as she spits out a clump of dirt. She steps forward to continue their practice, but Brigitte snaps her finger and raises a small root and trips her friend. The French witch is able to multitask without her wand, using her special magical abilities to 'attack' Tonks from multiple angles. Just as she regains her balance, a vine from a nearby tree snatches the wand from her hand and throws it to Brigitte.

"I think I win", she sings victoriously.

"Don't get cocky. Tonks, remember your footing. I don't know how many times I've told ya that", Moody sighs.

"About a hundred. But what if I don't need my feet? I could turn into a dragon... at least I think? Never tried a dragon before". Tonks thoughtfully scratches her chin.

"I see your dragon and raise you a polar bear!", Brigitte cackles. "Shit ... better master my elemental magic before I even think about that, huh? I've never used my Animagus that way".

"We'll work on that once you've perfected your elemental abilities. I have things to do now, you two stay safe. Constant Vigilance!". Moody Disapparates, leaving the two witches in the forest.

"I'd still love to your Animagus sometime", Tonks says. Brigitte looks at her, biting her lip but eventually giving in.

"Remus hasn't even seen it yet ... but oh, what the hell. I really miss her". Brigitte steps back and rolls her shoulders to loosen the muscles. Then, she lunges forward and her body elongates, growing a thick coat of fur as her body grows five times its normal size and her beautiful face morphs into the head of a ferocious bear.

"Holy cricket", Tonks gasps. Brigitte lifts her head and lets out a deafening howl. It rattles off her jowls and trees. The sound is deep and hollow compared to a wolf's. She turns to Tonks and lowers her head in submission.

"Feel good?". She watches Brigitte gallop around the clearing a few times before transforming back to her petite form.

"Oh! How I've missed doing that! I usually only let her out at home, too risky to do it just anywhere. I'm glad I did this", Brigitte sighs contently.

"Me too! You're amazing! Fucking gorgeous and terrifying if I were against you in battle".

"Not gonna happen, Dora. I think I'll stick to scaring people with my fury", Brigitte says, lifting her hand to show her fingertips on fire. "Seems to work with Gus".

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First thing the next morning, Brigitte goes to St Mungos to visit the newest werewolf attack victim that Healer Le fay wrote her about. She has been concerned about the man's safety and those around him, for the man is hostile and almost violent to anyone trying to approach him.

"It'd be a shame for me to mangle that pretty face of yours, little girl. Just leave me alone!", the bandaged man growls from the hospital bed. It has not yet been two weeks since he was bitten, but the wound on his shoulder still bleeds steadily. Brigitte glances over his paperwork: Alexander Roth, 29 years old, suspected of being targeted by Fenrir Greyback. His physical description is similar to Darren, the first man she met with, which could mean it's the beginning of a pattern.

Both are young, fit wizards who don't have deep ties in the Ministry. Someone who could disappear and no one would really notice. Easy targets.

"We both know you'd be hexed before your head even lifted the pillow if that was your intention, Alex ... I'm not here to offer empty words of affirmation, I know you've had enough of that. I can help it you let me ... Do any family or friends know you're here? The healer says you've had no visitors?", she asks him.

He grunts but slowly turns towards her, "No family... girlfriend tried to visit ... I wouldn't see her. How can I let her see me like this?".

Brigitte's shoulders droop with disappointment. "I definitely don't recommend shutting her out. If she wants to support you, welcome her. It's not easy to do this alone, Alex, and I'm sure she's worried sick about you", she says softly.

He looks at her indifferently and silently. "Well", Brigitte continues softly, "I'm here to offer any kind of assistance you need. If you have trouble with employment or a place to live-", he turns his back to her and pulls up the sheets aggressively, "...I'm here. Take care of yourself...", she says comfortingly and leaves her contact information on his bedside table.

She walks up to the healer's counter on her way out, "Let me know if he gets worse. He mentioned a girlfriend, encourage him to let her visit. I'll try to be back soon...", she quietly tells Le Fay as to not draw attention. What they are doing technically is not illegal, but the Ministry most likely would not approve of the hospital contacting her about a werewolf attack.

The graying healer gives her a warm smile, "Sure thing, dear...you take care of yourself".

As she leaves St Mungos, her mind wanders to Remus... 'he was only four, an innocent and happy little boy. He must have been terrified. How does a child even understand that happening to them?' Then she can't help but think about her brother and father. 'Beau was six, he remembers it vividly. He wasn't worried about himself though, but about papa who he shielded him from most of the attack. Oh papa. 26 full moons since I've hugged him...' In 12 Grimmauld Place, she sits on her bedroom floor and lights a fire in the small fireplace. Brigitte goes through her mail. There's the usual update from the French Non-profit, and Brigitte is so proud of the strides the continue to make; but she's even more excited to see a letter from Francesca. My Britt, my sister, my confidant, I hope you're feeling better and had an amazing time on your date. I want all the dirty details! I've heard you're coming back for New Years (yes, I asked your Ma), so now I get to invite you to the Midnight party I'm hosting! I've moved into a new flat on the north end of Place Cachée closer to Maison Capenoir (where I also just got a promotion!). It's Masquerade theme so dress up, and invite Auguste and Fleur for me. Ps. My address is 27 Rue Richer, apt. 9F ... Xx, Cess - 'Masquerade? Hell yeeeeeeeees!'. Brigitte waves her fists excitedly, thinking about being in Paris with Remus. Hearing Sirius yell at Kreacher on the stairs outside her bedroom is a grim reminder that he is stuck in this hellhole. He has his good days and bad. No matter how much fun they have, it cannot negate the fact that he's missing out on life in the outside world.

Brigitte places the letter in her sketchbook to keep safe the address. Then she sits on the bed, opens her stationary kit and pulls out a peacock feather and parchment.

She dips the quill in ink and takes a deep breath, "You've thought about this. It's a solid plan... he'll like it... he won't say no. Its risky but brilliant. The kind of plans he likes". In her best cursive, Brigitte writes the header of the letter,

'Dear Headmaster Dumbledore' ...

Brigitte spends a half hour writing out her secret proposal to the Hogwarts Headmaster as eloquently as she can. Once she's read over the letter a dozen of times, she attaches it to a small package containing an Eiffel Tower snow globe, tosses it in the fire with floo powder and shouts, "Professor Dumblydore, Hogwarts!".

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Remus come home that night after a long day of with Kingsley and Emmeline Vance. He takes his cloak off and shakes the snow flurries from his mousy-colored hair. The heavenly aromas waft up his nose as he quietly strolls past Mrs. Black, and when he slips through the doorway he sees Brigitte dancing to French jazz music and waving around ingredients with her wand. She drops everything when they lock eyes and runs into Remus' arms.

"Lunaire!", she gasps and wraps her legs around his hips, eagerly kissing him. She holds him tight, still upset about her St Mungos visit with Alex but thrilled about their Paris trip. Remus basks in the embrace, inhaling the scent in Brigitte's hair as if it is a superior alternative to oxygen.

"Well hello to you, Darling. I could get used to this kind of welcome", he chuckles with their foreheads pressed together and breaths mingling.

"Sirius has been holed up with Buckbeak today, so it's just us. Thought I'd make you dinner", she says. He puts her down so she can tend to the stove. But he stays close, wrapping his arms around her waist and watching her cook skirt steak.

"Thank you so much ... Y'know we don't expect you to cook us dinner because you're a woman".

She sighs blissfully and leans back into him, "That's sweet of you, but if the options are you, Sirius, or Kreacher, I really don't have a choice ... Why don't you make a drink and have a seat? Dinner'll be ready soon". Brigitte turns and kisses Remus' cheek.

"Yes Ma'am".

Brigitte finishes making street style tacos, and Remus watches in awe as she uses her magic to chop the fresh veggies mid-air.

"Did your mum teach you this... or dad?", he asks. She guides the food to the dinner table and mumbles 'aguamenti' at their empty drink glasses.

"Maman. She's an amazing cook, Papa has always brought her home international cookbooks. You'll see! There's always a big feast on New Years Eve. My Maman thinks the day dictates the next 365 days, so it's always a celebration", she rambles, "... sorry I'm doing it again. I'm just really excited to see everyone- And to shop on the Place Cachée! Ahh... the fact that you'll be there too, Remus ...", she gleams at him besottedly.

"I know how much your family means to you, I'm honored you want me there... plus I was never going to miss out on being your New Years kiss", he says. Brigitte leans in and grins against his lips.

The nerves in Remus' stomach twist violently at the thought of meeting her family. He's excited to be with her, but he never knows how people will react to him... what will they think when they see me? Their young, beautiful daughter with the world at her feet bringing home the old, unemployed werewolf?.

He tries to suppress those anxious thoughts and keep his focus on the moment. "I'd like to make you dinner sometime. I'm no French culinary artist, but...", Remus trails off.

Brigitte playfully scoffs and smacks his chest, "You could make me a cheese sandwich and I'd love it, Lunaire. Actually, yes! Just give me cheese and bread and I'll be the happiest girl in the world!", she giggles, unceremoniously shoving the taco into her mouth.

"Hmm, if only cheese were an acceptable gift for a new girlfriend", Remus jokes, using his napkin to clean the corner of Brigitte's mouth.

She nods energetically. "Speaking of... please don't worry about getting me anything for the Holiday. I seriously don't need anything. We have more important things to worry about", she tells him.

"Darling, no. That's not negotiable". He looks at her like that's obvious.

"If you insist... I love Le Brouère cheese and a simple baguette", she winks at him, "but honestly Remus, as long as I'm with you I couldn't want or need anything more". At that moment, Remus swears his heart skipped a beat and he looks at Brigitte with a smile so overjoyed it feels unfamiliar to his facial muscles.

'If her family is half as kind as she is, maybe it won't be a complete disaster...'.

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Twenty-four hours later, after another day of no news (besides the newspaper discrediting Dumbledore while praising Umbridge) Sirius cleans up the kitchen for the Order meeting while Brigitte keeps him company at the table. Her notebook lay in her lap.

"Too busy drawing Moony's cute ickle face to help me clean?", Sirius groans as he uses his wand to put the dishes away. "Just because you can't get Kreacher to clean doesn't mean I'm your new house elf", Brigitte sticks her tongue at him then turns back to sketchbook where she is actually writing to her mother.

"I mean... you do have impressive cooking and cleaning magic, plus those abnormally big blue eyes...", he looks at her impatiently.

"Watch it Black, I may just accidentally break your only house rule", she looks up at him menacingly. He protectively runs his fingers through his dark locks as he remembers Gus telling the horror story of losing his hair to his sister's flames. Then he putters to the bar, pours a drink, and slouches in the chair across from Brigitte.

"Wanna play a game of chess while we wait?", he asks.

She huffs amusedly, "After what happened last time? You're still in time out".

"I told you, I didn't throw the board. My hand slipped", he says waving her off.

She rolls her eyes and reads over her note once more:

'Maman, I hope you have a nice Christmas with Beau, we'll see you the 30th! You'll be happy to know I'm bringing Remus. I can tell he's nervous about meeting everyone, so go easy on him. I don't want to surprise you-- he has Lycanthropy. Give everyone a hug from me. - your Britt Ps. You'll be getting a letter from the headmaster of Hogwarts. Please read it thoroughly. Love you!

She turns to the large stone fire place warming the kitchen, grabs a small handful of floo powder, and sends off her letter, "Celeste Moreau, Strasbourg France".

Sirius peeks up from The Daily Prophet, "Its already the 18th. Can't we do some decorating before the Holiday is over? We can save the tree and do that with Harry!".

"That's a great idea, Padfoot! Remus has a few days off, I'll get out the holiday vinyls and we can get into festive spirit at last!".

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An hour later, the meeting has started, but Remus is nowhere to be seen. The empty seat next to Brigitte makes her stomach burn with anxiety. Tonks squeezes her hand while Dumbledore addresses the packed room, explaining how Dolores Umbridge's position as High Inquisitor is gradually stripping away his duties as Headmaster.

"... She has Fudge's full support. I suspect the school to be under their jurisdiction by the end of the year", he explains. "That is why I have not left school grounds until now; I plan to spend most of my time there keeping an eye on her until I am inevitably forced out".

"Then what?! The kids are there to fend for themselves?!", Sirius barks.

"I do not underestimate those children. They're not wasting their time playing wizards chess. They have followed through with their secret meetings, practicing defensive skills", the headmaster explains.

"It will only get them in more trouble!", Molly whimpers. "Dear, it's alright, please", Arthur whispers to his wife.

"We will have Severus keeping an eye on things when I'm not there, and Mundungus is staying in Hogsmeade", Dumbledore adds, earning a childish grunt from Sirius. "Severus, if you will".

Snape stands and gives a monotonous update on Death Eaters: Malfoy has gathered illicit heirlooms to rid of, there's increased efforts to recruit dark wizards and halfbreeds, and Voldemort has an undisclosed plan to once again try to retrieve the prophecy... then he's interrupted by the kitchen door swinging open.

"Pardon...", Remus whispers as he sheepishly looks around the room. He spots Brigitte- a relieved smile lighting her face when she sees him- and he makes a beeline for her.

"As I was saying, I've yet to see the snake leave his side. Be on the look out for her... ", Snape drones on. His eyes stay on Remus as he takes a seat and gives Brigitte a tender kiss. His lip curls at the way they stare at each other, ignoring his update.

He sits down to allow for Emmeline Vance and Kingsley to take the floor, closing the meeting as they tell Dumbledore what their countryside spies have witnessed lately, which is nothing more than general confusion over what to believe. Dumbledore has never misguided people, but it's scary to acknowledge that the Ministry might be lying to save face.

"Thank you ... If no one else has any updates I believe this meeting is adjourned", Dumbledore says cheerfully. Most Order members promptly leave, but Dumbledore glides over to the adoring couple.

"Good evening, you two. Remus, I hope all is well? I'm sure Ms Moreau will be able to update you on what you missed", he says while peeping over his crescent glasses knowingly.

"Yes, just a delayed errand. I'm sorry I was late", Remus answers quickly.

"And how are you Brigitte? Leg healing properly, I hope?", Dumbledore asks sincerely.

"Yes, good as new! I hope I can join more missions again. Maybe at the Department of Mysteries", she says eagerly. Dumbledore nods his head calmly.

"Soon, my dear. If I may be candid with you, the ordeal gave Alastor Moody quite a scare. He knows what it's like to lose a leg to dark magic", Dumbledore tells them softly.

Brigitte's face contracts with sympathy, "Oh no, poor Moody. I've never for one second blamed him".

Dumbledore slowly raises his hand. "Alastor will be fine. Accidents happen here, that's the reality. For now, I wanted to talk frankly about the letter you sent". Brigitte's face immediately perks up and he continues, "ah, yes. I don't want to say too much, but I will say Ms. Moreau, I think it's brilliant".

"Sir, I was hoping you'd feel that way. Are you saying that we can do it?", she asks hesitantly.

"I am", he reaches into his robes and pulls out the small box she sent to him the day prior. "I've done what you requested, it is all in place. Enjoy your Holidays", Dumbledore winks at her, placing the box in her hand.

"Oh, thank you sir!".

"Now, I must get back to Hogwarts before my absence is noticed", he says before shaking Remus' hand and tenderly patting Brigitte's. "You two take care. I must say, Remus, you're looking very well. Very... happy". Dumbledore turns on his heel and glides out the room.

"Eh, you look alright, I guess", Brigitte teases while giving him a look over.

He snorts and wraps his arm around her waist. "So what was all that about?", Remus asks slowly, eyeing the box in her grip.

"You'll find out soon enough, Lunaire. For now it's top secret!", she squeals and boops his nose.

Most of the crowd has cleared out, leaving the couple, Sirius, Tonks, and Bill.

"You two staying for dinner? I'm not sure what that'd be but I can whip something up!", Brigitte offers. "Or make the guys get us food".

Bill shakes his head, the long red hair and fang earring whipping back and forth, "I promised mum I'd have dinner with her tonight while dad has night shift at the Dept. of Mysteries. I need to go pick up Fleur first".

Brigitte raises her eyebrows comically at that idea, "Just the three of you? Hmm, Good luck!".

"I should get going too. Gus should be back at his flat soon. I made a little mess this morning and I need to clean it up before he gets home", Tonks hops off the counter top and pigeon toes her way out the kitchen.

"Bye love, tell that idiot I said 'hey'!", Brigitte yells after the witch with purple and blue hair. She sits on Remus' lap, dropping her head on his shoulder and giving him a coquettish look.

"Well, I'm going to let you two... ogle each other in private... I'll be with Beaky", Sirius drawls at the sickening couple. Remus cups Brigitte's cheeks and gazes longingly into her eyes, studying all the different shades of blue in her irises.

"Rem, why were you late to the meeting? Nothing happened on your mission, right? Like with other werewolves", she asks anxiously.

"Nothing like that darling, just got held up on my way here. I didn't miss anything important did I?".

She shakes her head, her shiny waves bouncing, "I don't know, I wasn't paying attention", she mumbles with a guilty smile on her face.

A low chuckle vibrates through Remus throat. "Oh, darling...". Guilt starts bubbling in his stomach. Remus didn't necessarily lie, but he wasn't exactly 'held up'.

He was at Flourish and Blotts, negotiating the price of a first edition Fifteenth-Century Fiends that was gifted to him for graduation. Remus was at a loss to how he'd afford anything for Brigitte, so he decided to sell the most valuable item he owns. After negotiating a sell price, he walked out of the store with 300 galleons and a pocket sized 'French for Beginners' book.

Brigitte wraps her arms around Remus' neck and plays with his shaggy mane, "Sirius and I want to decorate for the Holidays, have the house all festive when the kids gets here, does tomorrow work for you?".

Remus' face lights up at the idea. Despite the looming threat of Voldemort, this holiday with a girlfriend and his best mate is something to be celebrated.

"Yes, perfect. Are you going to turn the house into a snowy forest?". Her eyes twinkle as she nods excitedly.

"I'm so happy, to spend Christmas with you. My Remus", Brigitte says against her lips. He moans against her, his large hands squeezing her soft hips. They take advantage of being in the empty kitchen. Brigitte bites Remus' lip and wiggles against his groin.

"Hey, Lunaire... I just remembered. I wanted to... erm, show you something in my room", she says mischievously, leaning in to suck his earlobe.

"Hmph, Show me what? How needy you are?", he growls, "so desperate for me to get back here so I can take you upstairs and have my way with you? Hmm?".

Brigitte gasps at the forwardness. He knows exactly what she wants. She heats up at his lustful words and it renders her speechless, all she can do is nod needfully.

"No, tell me. Use your pretty mouth and tell me", he says in a surprisingly gentle tone. He rubs his thumb across her bottom lip, softly grabbing her jaw. Brigitte looks at him with heavy eyes and whimpers,

"I need you, Lunaire... Need your touch... Need to make you feel good". She starts nipping down his neck, feeling him getting hard under her thigh.

She can feel the vibrations of his moan against her lips. Without saying a word Remus stands and hoists Brigitte over his shoulder. She yelps and holds onto his tweed coat tightly as he takes two steps at a time up to her room.

They quickly pass the drawing room where Sirius is nursing a Firewhiskey and watching the roaring fire. The raven-haired housemate slowly turns around on the couch, watching Remus' long legs disappear up the stairs.

"They better remember to use muffilato this time... ", he chuckles to himself. Remus slams the door behind him, throws Brigitte onto the bed, and takes out his wand. He does remember the silencing charm, as well as a protection spell for his girlfriend. He throws the wand onto a chair and stares down at her with a look of burning desire.

"Strip", he orders as he rips off his tie.Remus has quickly shown how he can be domineering and rough while still being her shelter, and Brigitte craves it.

The pent up emotions that have been building since the moment they met have completely stripped them of any inhibitions. Remus for the first time in his life actually feels comfortable in his skin. The shame of his scars slowly fade away every time Brigitte graces them with her pillowy lips. They watch each other intently, faces flushing with heat as they undress. Remus drops his frayed suit to the floor, consuming the sight of Brigitte's dress slinking across her skin as she lifts it above her head. Her bare breasts shiver in the cold air. Remus leans forward, hooks his fingers at the band of her stockings, and yanks them off along with her panties.

"Lunaire... come here", Brigitte mews as she poses her body on the bed to show different angles of her bare self, trying to seduce the werewolf. Though she can see Remus is visibly aching for her, he looks at her with an inquisitive look. "Since when do you tell me what to do?".

"Mmmm, please. Need you", she whimpers and sits up seductively, leaning forward with parted lips. He scoffs, "you need to learn patience. Do you always get your way by begging?", he crosses his arms, ignoring her desires to be touched. "Mmhmm", she nods innocently and sits on her knees. He can't help but throw his head back and let out a little chuckle. Brigitte uses the opportunity to reach forward and takes Remus in her hand. He gasps at her soft touch and holds onto the bed post as he watches her lean forward with her mouth open. It's pure bliss. That is the only way Remus would describe this. He watches Brigitte for a few minutes, until he feels himself begin to lose some control. He backs away to catch his breath. He pulls Brigitte up and presses his lips to hers. Then without warning, Remus pushes her back onto the bed. He grabs her thighs, throws them over his shoulders, and lowers his head. Brigitte whimpers out, the strong tingles shooting out every nerve in her body. She grips the crown of Remus' head as he holds her hips still on the bed. It doesn't take long for her whimpers to become light moans, then desperate cries. Brigitte begs Remus to push her over that edge, but the second before that mind-blowing explosion comes crashing over her, Remus peeks his head up. Brigitte whines and lifts her hips begging for him, but he stands and snaps her legs shut.

"Maybe this will teach you patience", Remus asserts.

Brigitte looks at him dumbfounded, still trying to catch her breath. 'This fucker was in control the whole time...'.

Remus' facial expression softens as he pulls back the covers and gives Brigitte a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"C'mon. Let's get into bed", he says soothingly. She lies there, mouth agape... but this is why Brigitte's fallen so hard for him- he is softhearted. She's never met someone who really cares for her, as she is; and she herself has never cared so much for someone... even if he did just ruthlessly edge her.

"I'm really happy. I cannot imagine spending these Holidays without you..." Remus tells her quietly as he rests his chin on the top of her head. She tightens her embrace around him.

They silently bask in the bliss of being together, taking in each other's comforting scents. She smells like flowers and honey, while he's chocolate and old books. But Brigitte's curiosity cannot keep her silent.

"Remus...?". He gives her an almost inaudible 'hmm'. She suddenly feels anxious, like she may be overstepping.

"I... Well, I've never heard you talk about your family before...", she trails off. It's extremely personal, but she wants to know everything about the man she's falling in love with.

"My mum passed in '81...She worked very hard at keeping me safe and my condition a secret; she always loved me unconditionally. My dad did too, but after she died we weren't in much contact-", he sighs, "we had a big fight and haven't spoken in over ten years", he says with a hint of guilt.

Brigitte gives him a sympathetic kiss. "Oh, Lunaire. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked--".

"No, you're the person I want to talk about this with... It was hard. We had a fight about my disease, so after twenty years I didn't want to make him deal with it anymore. I'm not even sure where he is or if he's alive, to be honest".

"Wouldn't you like to know? With everything going on?", Brigitte asks, rubbing his bare chest soothingly.

"As of now, it'd be safer for him if we weren't close. Right now, I'm happy with you, Sirius, and all our friends. I cannot believe the big Christmas we're going to have. It's been thirteen years since I've spent the holiday with Harry and Pads", Remus assures her, kissing her to comfort himself.

"Thank you for telling me this, Lunaire. I feel so close to you", Brigitte whispers, settling in between his arm and chest. "I'll always be here for you".

"That's all I need".

They fall naturally into a deep kiss, fitting together like puzzle pieces under the sheets ... that is, until their intimate moment is interrupted by a frantic knocking on the door.

Brigitte hides behind Remus as they sit up. "It's just Sirius, I'm sure it's fine", he assures her. He jumps out the bed and cracks the door open, hiding behind the door so Sirius can't see his bare bum.

Brigitte can see part of Sirius' face in the hallway lighting and knows right away it is definitely not fine.

Sirius tries to catch his breath, "I- it's Arthur. He- he's been attacked at the Department of Mysteries..."

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AI Prompt: Write an entry in Dr. Eggman's diary about Chrome Gadget Zone.

Dear Diary,

Something absolutely ridiculous happened today while I was trying to conquer Chrome Gadget Zone. I mean, I can't even believe I'm writing about this, but here goes.

As I was sending my badniks to infiltrate the zone, I noticed something strange on the horizon. It was a group of...animals. Yes, that's right, animals. And not just any animals, but the same ones that Sonic always hangs around with. I couldn't believe my eyes.

At first, I thought it might be a trick, some sort of ploy to distract me from my plans. But as they got closer, I could see that they were real. Sonic was nowhere to be found, of course, but Tails, Knuckles, and even that annoying pink hedgehog, Amy, were all there.

They were just...hanging out, it seemed. Enjoying the sights and sounds of the zone, like they didn't have a care in the world. And as my badniks started attacking, they just...fought back. Like it was nothing.

I couldn't believe it. These animals were supposed to be harmless, always running and jumping and playing tag with Sonic. And yet here they were, taking down my robots like it was no big deal.

In the end, I managed to hold my own, but it was a close call. I'm not sure what these animals are up to, but I have a feeling they're becoming more of a threat to my plans than I ever thought possible.

I'll be sure to keep an eye on them in the future. Who knows what other tricks they have up their sleeves?

Until next time,

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Ch. 2 // Too Good to be True // Day 1

Contents (Warnings/Mild spoilers): More story/character building. Contains Soft vore, size difference, unwilling prey, willing predator, and M/F.

Wordcount: 2,820

Side note:This will contain experimental writing, first person (Lynette's view) will be implemented alongside third person for the two other essential characters, (mostly) Alexander and (occasionally) Drake. For those third person moments all their text will be italicized and have the characters name in Bold at the start. There may be other characters I write for in the future using this method but we’ll see...

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(Sept. 8th, Thursday)

I checked my texts when I woke up.

Wicks: Hey, Lentils, I'll be home tonight to congratulate you on your new job! 11:54 a.m.

I sighed and laid back in bed. My phone dropped from my hand. Wicks always sounds so busy. My mind fluttered to the call I had with him yesterday. Was he really in some kind of fight? I laughed to myself. I'm sure the person attacking him would have stopped for a second and let him answer.

I rolled my head back and forth on my weighted blanket. It bothers me that he's never fully disclosed his job. He just said he worked with people, and anytime I called, it sounded like he was working in a construction yard or a sound deprivation tank.

I sat up. And he always avoids any talks on the matter. I shook my head. What would embarrass him to talk about? Selling his body? The thought casually crossed my mind.

I squeaked out loud. "STOP IT. HE'D NEVER DO THAT." I didn't want to think of my brother doing that to make money.

"He's smart and has a ton of talents. Lynette, stop being dumb!" I grumbled aloud.

I turned my head and picked my phone back up from the covers. I texted him back and decided to watch meme compilations to distract myself until work.

I got another spoonful of cereal and tried to get my mind off it by watching a meme compilation.

My metaphorical backpack full of enthusiasm got heavier.

I felt excited to start somewhere fresh. Especially after I quit my job yesterday on short notice. Not that my manager cared much; they didn't like me anyway. Though, I had pity for those that would have to make up for my slack.

I drove to the Pizzeria and waited in my car. I expelled a few deep breaths to further hype myself up. I'm going to make the Employee of the Month by ensuring every customer and coworker leaves this place with a smile. I repeated to myself. They'd be my goal while working here.

Then I can retire and make youtube videos of animated DnD sessions or people can watch how stupid I am playing videogames. It made me smile to think about it.

Wicks offered to support me in making a career like that, but I knew I'd only waste his money.

My alarm buzzed, which meant I had ten minutes to get inside before my shift started.

I scrambled out of my car and looked down at my badge and uniform. Check. I patted my black jeans with extra big pockets. Phone, check. My shirt was on correctly with the little pizza slice mascot on the breast pocket. Check. I quickly snagged my hat from the passenger side seat, put it on, and closed my door. Okay, Sandra said the employee entrance is at the back.

I got to the glass doors with one-way mirror film and scanned my badge at the scanner near the door. It unlocked, and I was able to look down at the long stretch of hallway.

The giddiness started to bubble in my stomach. My eyes went to the next two doors I passed right across from each other. The doors looked about three times my size if not more, and were entirely made of glass. Similar to the one I came in, but I could see past them.

My eyebrows dropped. The signs above the two doors said, "Breakroom 2" to my left and "Breakroom 4" to my right. Why are they so huge? From what it sounded like he didn't have a lot of employees.

The door then slid open, and I jumped back. I realized there was a sensor that caught my badge. That's neat. The need to scan in kept me from exploring the breakrooms further.

I rushed ahead, passing two more break room doors, "1" and "3". I slowed down as I saw the tall blonde guy with glasses who invited me, Alexander, and another male. He had black hair, and I feel like I briefly caught a glimpse of him on my way to the interview yesterday.

I overheard them talking about Olden Ring.

"Hi," I said with a hand raised. Maybe I should try to be friendly with them. "Have you guys played it yet? I know everyone's been raving about it, and I, unfortunately, haven't got around to playing it yet."

Alexander flinched like my pitch hurt him. Was I too excited? He didn't look at me.

The boy with dark hair did. He was shorter than Alexander, a little shy of six feet. He had a very kind complexion, and I could make out noticeably redder eyes through his bangs. Reminds me of Edgar.

"We haven't played it either; we were talking about when we should get it and play online together…" He gestured to me, "And you're the fabled Lynette, right? Alexander told me about you."

I guessed he was looking me up and down with the way he bobbed his head. His bangs did a great job of hiding his gaze. The slight smirk on his face slowly dropped, and his head swayed with curiosity, "Huh…"

"Is something wrong?"

He glanced over at Alexander and then back at me, "No, not at all. Sorry, uh-." He anxiously laughed it off, "Yeah." He jabbed at Alexander's side.

Alexander turned to me.

He wore very dark circles under his eyes. So much so that they were clear even with his black frames on. His hair looked more disheveled, too, the longer I looked at him.

"Did you not sleep well?" I asked.

His voice held little to no volume, "Yesterday was my birthday, so I was up, auwh," he yawned mid-sentence. "-night."

"Well, happy late birthday!" I said with a smile.

He nodded and didn't say another word. His eyes seemed glued like he wanted to. Is something wrong with me?

His friend's voice pulled me away from Alexander's intense stare, "And I'm Drake, by the way; nice to finally meet you, Lynette."

"Yeah," I turned to Drake, "nice to meet you too." My eyes drifted to the timeclock, "we should scan in if you guys work at the same time as me." I said to them as I went forward to scan my badge.

Drake and Alexander did the same.

They walked a little behind me.

Then Drake went behind the counter in the kitchen and gave us fast finger pistols. “I’m working at the Pizza's, so good luck, Lynette. And Alexander, take it easy on her.”

Is he usually not? I wondered. We walked up to the registers and got to work. I expected it to be fast paced and difficult...it wasn't. The customers were fine, and the register was easy to get the hang of.

Alexander taught me how to work them, how we'd usually greet customers, "welcome to the happy pizzeria," special order type ins, and a few other things like keeping the work area clean.

It all seemed relatively simple. Though, during the explanations, Alexander refused to get too close. I wouldn't have noticed if I didn't try to move in for an explanation just to have him take a few steps back.

I knew I showered and washed my uniform the night before. Maybe he likes his personal space?

I decided not to ask and continued on, until our first break came around.

“You go ahead. I’ll handle the customers while you’re gone.” Alexander said.

"Thanks," I replied and went to the break rooms through the kitchen, alone. I got to the first breakroom door on my right and saw a note, "don't forget to scan your badge for breaks and lunch!" -Edgar

Right next to the door to break room one, on the left side of the door was a time-clock. Different from the one near the hallway that led to the offices and the kitchen.

After I scanned it, I went into breakroom one. Firstly, my eyes went up. It was at least sixty feet high, maybe more. Not that the rest of the pizzeria building didn't have high ceilings. Was this a warehouse before? Are all the other breakrooms this big and tall?

Scattered about were a few round tables with comfy looking chairs. And In the far right corner there were a couple of rather large couches, and a giant plasma T.V., all the way in the back left corner there was a fridge, cabinets, and a stove. All this for such few employee's?

I sat back on the black leather armchair near the T.V. because the couch looked oddly bigger than it should have, almost like it was made for a "giant".

I looked at the T.V. “This would be a nice place to game. I should bring my console at some point so we can all play together.” I shook my head. I don't think we'd have much time to play.

I slipped my hand into my pocket and took out my phone. Wicks called me an hour ago. I sighed and called him back.

“Hey–”

“Lentils! I'm sorry I realized I called when you were at work." He sounded so apologetic, "I wanted to tell you I got home safe and to ask what cake you wanted, if anything different than usual." He added, "Don’t worry though, I winged it!”

I rested back on the chair making sure to keep my shoes off it. “You didn’t have to buy me a cake!”

“Yeah I do! You got a cooler job right?”

I smirked, “money wise, yeah. From what I understand I’m just cashiering right now and training under the guy that invited me… I don’t think he likes me very much.”

Wicks scoffed, “who doesn’t like you Lentils, you have the charisma level of a puppy!”

“Thanks.” I said with a small chuckle. I think I'm doing fine at least, right? “I don’t want to mess this opportunity up.” I accidentally said that aloud.

I think I heard him change his position on the leather chair in his room, which was funny because I changed mine too. Charletta does say we mimic each other when we talk on the phone.

“You’re one of the most determined and hardworking people I know. You won’t.” He hit me with that positive conviction, “so throw those stupid thoughts away. And think about how good the cake’s gonna be tonight!!”

My lips pouted. In an attempt to still hold my doubt, it was impossible to do that when I talked to Wicks. "You're the best."

We talked until I heard a soft ding from the room. I looked toward the door and saw my name above the door with a timer. I didn’t know it timed my break. I was glad it did.

I said my goodbye, hung up, got out of my seat then headed out. On my way out I noticed a sign by the door saying something about lunch but didn’t have enough time to read it.

It's probably the rules in the lunch room or something. I put a small reminder in my head to read it later. I scanned back in and raced back to the counter.

Upon seeing Alexander I smiled, “It's your turn, buddy.”

His faint bluish, gray tint met my green hue. He didn't say a word, and he acknowledged me with a nod. He moved past me and through the kitchen out of my sight.

He's probably tired. I've got all the time to make friends with him and everyone else.

While I got situated, my eyes wandered to the girl I saw running around earlier. She cleaned up the messes on the tables and floors. Once she noticed I watched her, she gave a small wave and smile.

She looks very fit like Alexander. I glanced down at myself. I wasn’t chubby or anything but I had as much strength as a twig. And how much Wicks loved to remind me of that fact.

After another fifteen minutes or so, Alexander came back. The work isn’t really that hard? Why would anyone quit this position? I manned most of the customers, while Alexander cleaned the counters and got some of the pizza's from back when requested.

I failed to start any conversation with him. It was like he refused to speak to me. He'd either nod, yes, or shake his head, no. And unless it was work related, anything that required a longer answer, he ignored.

Why won't he talk to me? Does he not want to scare me off on my first day? Does the work probably get worse later?

Before I knew it, Alexander spoke again after nearly two hours of silence. “I’m going to get Viola to take over the registers while we go to lunch, I’ll meet you back there.”

I nodded. I watched him go to the muscular woman earlier who was engaged by a customer.

I left the counter, scanned out for lunch and went to the first break room. I looked back and over the door at the giant screen, my name and time left popped up like before.

“That’s so cool.”

I flicked back to the seats. There's so many tables to choose from. Where should we sit? Wait. I exhaled in frustration. I didn't even pack a lunch today.

The door slide open behind me. I heard the person who entered copy my exhale. I wasn't that much of a pain teaching today was I?

I faced him as he marched toward me.

I pointed over my shoulder and back at the tables. "Which table did you want to sit at?" Should I have assumed we'd sit together? He might want to relax alone.

Alexander shut his eyes. He groused though I couldn't hear what he said.

Then, without any warning, he snatched up one of my arms.

"H-" I couldn't speak, only squeak. I pulled against him and my hat dropped to the floor. I feared he'd tear my clothes off or something. I got ready to defend myself by kicking him where it'd hurt.

I couldn't.

My eyes widened in disbelief. He brought my hand to his lips and watched his mouth open to engulf it.

My heart stopped when he encompassed it with ease.

I was too stunned to say a word, while his tongue squirmed under my palm, coating my fingers in his thick saliva.

I snapped out of it as he grabbed my other arm and stuffed it inside his mouth as well.

I felt too paralyzed to move when I stared into his hunger filled eyes that glinted past his glasses. He grabbed at my back letting go of my arms once he got up to my elbows.

His body looked much bigger now, like he was steadily growing as he ate me.

The drool streamed down my arms and dripped partially onto the floor. No matter what I did, I couldn’t get away. He was hunched over and from what I could tell maybe three times my height. And to make it worse, his throat refused to let go of my arms, no matter how “varnished” they were.

When he gulped, my head went closer to his lips.

“Don’t do this…” I pleaded, but I knew if he got this far he wouldn’t be willing to let go if I asked.

I was too terrified to even scream and he consumed my head seconds after. The pool of saliva drowned out my cries. His tongue slathered every bit of my head.

I tried so hard to escape, but when I brushed against his teeth I was too scared to risk it. He could bite down on my neck at any moment.

He started to pick me up and hold my body above his head.

I couldn't escape, I only fell further down into his expanding gullet. Soon, I couldn’t move, his throat and esophagus stopped me from pivoting my body. His muscles tugged, clearly used to this enough to pull me deeper with ease. He didn't gag, nor struggle, ever gulp he did had no strain.

While I did. I strained to do something, until my hands and arms reached an "open" space.

Soon my head was pushed into it as well, while my hands got comfortable with what I figured was the bottom of the pocket.

Now, I was trapped inside a humid, dark, squelching flesh. My back was pressed against one wall and my legs nestled tightly to my chest by the other. I'm alive...

After what felt like twenty minutes, he gave one final GLURK, swallowing the last bit of my feet after taking off my shoes and socks.

The rest of me fell inside a little faster. It forced my disoriented body to be pushed upright, or what I believed was upright as I didn't feel the blood rushing to my head.

No...this is real.

My voice croaked out. I couldn’t see anything. I only heard the soft yet excited thumping of what I presumed was his heart, and a loud groan of my current surroundings. This isn’t possible, it’s just a bad dream.

I pressed my trembling hand against the flesh and nearly lost my digits in its folds.

I desperately pushed with my arms and feet. But, I couldn’t hold the position very long, his insides were far too firm. It felt like I fought against a hot, slightly malleable, steel wall.

This is what happens! This is why the position was empty! I yelled in my head and shouted out inside him too.

There was no point begging or reasoning with him, if he did this, why would he have a change of heart. It seemed like there was a lot of flesh between him and I anyway, so I figured he couldn’t hear me, let alone anyone else.

I squirmed about, hoping to upset his stomach and make him spit me out. It didn’t work. All I felt was the goo inside him weighing down on me.

I didn't let it stop me, I had to make it home. I’m not going to die.

The more I uselessly pushed the more his stomachs disgusting inner bumpy walls pressed down on me. There mocking me. I yelled out in frustration, punching with the last bit of strength my shaky hands could muster. I had no traction to gain.

I didn’t feel any pain, and there wasn’t really a smell, at least one that I noticed.

I gasped out again, trying to find my phone. I could call for help!

But, it was too late. My arms were too weak to lift up and my eyelids wanted to close.

I grit my teeth. Why am I so tired… My head slumped over and my eyes closed. I refused to cry. I didn't want to give him that satisfaction.

Thank you for reading! :D

Now I understand why Edgar offered me such a ridiculous amount of money. I wouldn’t last a year, not even six months... My consciousness dwindled with regrets. I barely lasted a day…

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Pr.Layton : Specter's Call , theories and thoughts (spoilers for this game, and also for the whole original trilogy, and for the movie Eternal Diva), let's get started :

-Tiny Luke

-Layton is a workaholic mess who sleeps in his office and has books everywhere on the ground because he's reading 10 of them at the same time and gets distratced by rocks. I love this guy.

- "I must go no time to explain! Oh wait I'm a gentleman. *backwalk* *sips tea* OK thanks bye!" If THIS is how the Professor has been going on new mysteries all this time, I finally get where his bad habit of leaving Flora behind comes from.

-Not sure I can trust Emmy yet. Or well maybe I can trust her but that doesn't mean she's not hiding something. I have no proof she was actually hired as the Professor assistant (Look, I finished Lost Future recently, and I had a huge history of video games betrayals even before that, maybe I'm paranoid but blame game scenarists), . Apparently the Professor is supposed to know her but he doesn't remember. Hmm.... Well, I have no clue for now. (Maybe it's something like "you saved my village from fake mysterious zombies like 3 years ago with a puzzle about doors remember " or another "my loved ones died in front of me and you happened to be there" or maybe "we've been neighbours for five years dude")

-It'd be cool if they make a connection with the previous games : Maybe Emmy was the person who called the emergencies when Layton got assaulted/stabbed when he was looking for answers about Claire's death. I mean he was unconscious so probably someone found him laying there and had to call the hospital. Maybe he was too physically and emotionally damaged back then to remember Emmy's face. Could be a nice way to reference the events of Lost Future !

-No I won't shut up about Lost Future because I'm still crying.

-The only way Luke could know about the where and when a new apparition will occur is thanks to the mouse we saw in some places (missed it 3 times already, am I supposed to catch it?). The Professor doesn't know that Luke can talk to animals yet so it's reasonable that he's not even considering it. It means that the attacks are always premeditated, probably by the mysterious guy from the beginning (I mean he said it himself "Let's write the next part of this legend". or something )Well. The remaining questions are who exactly and how and why.

-The specter is probably a giant robot

-If people are always evacuated before an attack, it means that the guy behind it all knows that he won't manage to hurt anyone following his plans. It makes me think that it's not a grudge against the townsfolk. Or at least people were never the target to begin with. The giant destroys a different street every time, crushing empty houses. Seems like it's looking for something (remember the mention of mysterious ruins which could be hidden underneath the town ? Yeah.). That or the guy really wants to piss off everyone in this town and destroys their homes just to laugh at them like a madlad.

-In the stories, it says that the Giant used to protect the town. Now it's attacking it. So maybe it is indeed a story of "I'm a normal guy. *one treason, trauma, or anything bad caused by at least one person from hometown later* Fuck you all I'll destroy you". Oh no wait that's just Clive.

-Layton taught me to always consider several possibilities so there : Maybe the specter is not a robot but a very big and confused bear. And the evil looking guy of the beginning is just doing a theatre project.

-Wait, last entry is a joke but this made me realise : I'm assuming that the guy talking about the legend in the beginning and the giant attacks we're facing are related. Because it seems obvious. Fancy mysterious guy talk about a legend -> legend comes back in different form -> mysterious guy is behind it all. But maybe I shouldn't jump to this conclusion that fast. Maybe there's two actors in this, and the guy we've seen in the beginning has nothing to do with the giant's attacks (doesn't mean he won't take advantage of it for whatever his plans are), and someone else is directing the giant. (Which, again, is very probably a robot but could be something else. No idea what though.) I should keep that possibility in mind.

- And about Luke knowing about the attacks... Well, at first I did thought it was because the Giant was following a pattern and Luke understood the key of it (because you know, smart kid. All he would need is the newspapers and a map of the town), but honestly I don't believe it much, mice telling Luke about the attacks seems way more plausible to me.

-Also, I don't trust Luke's dad. Not sure why, I just don't trust him. And I wonder what happened to Luke's mom or the exact reason she left. Seems like a touchy subject for Luke.

-I don't know who the police chieff is, but the way the policemen talk about him makes me think that he's suspicious. The policemen are all hiding something. This "same outfit same mustache same family name " thing, the guy who can't explain why we wouldn't be allowed in town and just fall asleep to dodge the question, and things like that... yep, suspicious.

-So question : Who Don Paolo is impersonating this time ?

-Wait I'm not sure if Luke ever met Don Paolo before Curious Village.

Maybe he won't be in this game.

-The Professor decided to collect random things in the streets and apparently a dirty spoon is fascinating enough for him. I know he's an archaeologist, but please, that spoon could be younger than him.

-Maybe Don Paolo is all the policemen.

-.... Wait it would make so much sense. Don Paolo is all the policemen !

-About the fog : if the giant is a steam machine, it makes sense that it's surrounded with more fog. I really don't see what else it could be if not a robot. I'm trying the "think differently" thing but... Well, maybe an ancient robot, like the big roc guys in the movie Atlantis, looking for the old ruins it was supposed to protect or something like that? (Sounds more plausible than the giant bear at least so I'll take it. Still think that the normal robot is the most likely. Oh wait ! Maybe it is a an ancient golem, but powered by a modern guy. Like the guy found this giant big old thing and thought "Hey I can have fun with this. Let's terrorise an entire town". Now, is it the mysterious guy from the beginning or another guy... Still unsure. I mean, mysterious guy is likely involved in this, but at what level? How ? Why ?

-I'm tired of calling him mysterious guy, he had a thing on with fur or feathers or something right ? He's Feather for now.

-Wait. This cat. This cat has a mustache. He's purple. ...... PAUL DID YOU DISGUISED YOURSELF AS A CAT ?!

-Nevermind it's just the puzzle cat.

-Okay, so new things : It's mentioned that we couldn't see the legs of the giant. It came from water apparently. Hmm... Could it actually be light projections or something ? And they actually use a much more simple mechanic thing to do damage in the city, but cover it up as a giant with some games of lights and smoke ?

- I also totally forgot about the flute thing. Since it sounded like there wasn't a clear origin of the melody, my guess is that they're using the underground to diffuse it everywhere in the city. (After all, what's a Layton game without a sequence in the sewers?)

-"Hey let's ask everyone we meet if they know where the black market is. It's not like if it was illegal or something."

-.....The raven guy is actually the girl selling vegetables, isn't it ?

-"Strange how there's only kids here" yeah strange. I think you're not going to find anything close to a black market here Professor, these are just children messing up with you, we should leave.

-Oh. So there IS a black market. Kinda. Runned by children. I didn't see the "kid gang cons an entire town with garbage and they're rulling it" thing coming. I want a sidegame with backstories with theses kids. They're a big found family. Even their designs are cool.

-I kinda lost track, why am I looking for the very far away mysterious manor again ?

-The guy who bought the flute used to live there but died, I remember now.

-Why are we assuming that a girl who's supposed to live there is held hostage ? Well I guess trespassing is always fun. Let's go.

-If there was an hostage here they're probably long dead. I mean look at this place.

-So these two kids have been living here on their own for an entire year and nobody helped them ? They really went "Oh there's a random old guy taking care of the kids they're fine ". And of course nobody checked if the old guy wasn't one of the kid himself. Luke, I'm sorry, your townsfolks don't need a curse to act like a bunch of irresponsible idiots.

-Why was everyone saying that the old man deserved to die (In front of his grieving daughter nonetheless) ? Seriously what's wrong with these people ? ... What has he done to be treated like this ? How did he died exactly ?

-Turns out Emmy just randomly met the Professor at Scotland Yard and she seemed SO surprised to be called "Lady" it makes me wonder how she has been treated in her life because it looked like it was the first time someone showed basic respect to her or something. What happened to you Miss Altava ?

-Oh OK so the dead guy was just a bad landlord. There would be lot of murders if everyone started to kill overpricing landlords.

-Emmy : Ready to throw hands

Layton : Steps back protecting Luke, thinking "Oh no not again"

Emmy : Actually beats the ass of three guys by herself. What a Lady.

-Ahah, I knew it was the mouse ! I had no clue for the water thing though.

-OK so now we have the loch Ness monster as a friend. And they arrested a kid. Like not even a teenager. An actual freaking child. Arrested. In front of her younger brother. And Jakes perfectly knows it ain't her. But he's totally ok with accusing and kidnaping (yeah I'm sorry that's not what I'd call a proper arrestation) a kid for no real reason. I don't like this guy.

-Yep, the specter is a robot/engine thingy, it's not like if there was many other options anyway (except for the giant seal I guess ?). I'd like to see the actual thing though, why the characters can see it and not me ? Cut the mystery I want to see the giant mecha thing already !

-Yes it was all for the golden ruins. So I was right about that one too.

-I thought Luke's mom was either possibly dead or divorced (And I thought Clark didn't know how to announce the news so he just said she was on vacation.), but no, she was actually held hostage in the basement for SIX months. So that's what we were supposed to find in the basement. Wait. So Feather was actually there the whole time.

-His name is Descole actually. Not helping. I still have no idea who the heck he is. This may be called the "final battle" but I still need answers.

-I'm loving the fact that our greatest allies are some street kids conning people for a living. I feel like I'm in the 1800- something in a Victor Hugo's book.

-Hershel : Please run away in a safe spot.

Emmy : No.

Luke: No

Hershel : I'm already a grieving depressed man drowning his misery onto hardwork please don't endanger yourself.

Emmy and Luke : Nope!

-Giant robot fight, go !

-So before I get all the answers... Why would some guy destroy a whole city just for an old city that may or may not exist underneath?

-Possibility 1 : Money. I doubt it though. This guy seems like he has a backstory. However, it's likely the motivation of Jakes.

-Possibility 2 : He's a huge nerd ready to destroy an entire town for the sake of finding rocs. An extremist, overdramatic archaeologist.

-Possibility 3 : Is looking for ancient artifacts with ancient technologies/magic to help/save/resurrect a loved one. And is totally ok with killing people if needed.

-possibility 4 : The above but not for a loved one, the guy just wants to be famous by making the discovery of the century because what have you done with your life if your name doesn't appear in history books.

-Possibilty 5 : maybe he can't stand Layton for some reasons. It looks like Descole and Layton know each other. When he told his name, Hershel was like "Hmmm, Descole you say? Where did I heard that name?". Since Descole wanted to find old ruins, and since it doesn't seems like it's for money (or at least not just money), maybe he's an archaeologist too. Maybe they met at the university ! And that's would be why he knew Clark's as well ! But if that's the case... I dunno, was he in love with Claire too? Was Clark in love with Claire too ? Was everyone in love with Claire ? Is it where wars come from ? From many people being in love with the same person? Is that how we all die ?

No but seriously, if they do know each others: Layton doesn't seem to remember him that much. His reaction is more like "I heard that name but where" And I don't know how to read Descole's behaviour: Is he sorta respectful of Layton ? Like "Hey, you're a smart ass, that's cool, and fun to watch, but I'm more clever than you so get wrecked by my giant frog machine" , or is he more like "I can't even spite you I can't wait to see you die. Respectfully." (I don't know he strikes me as the "I'm an absolute psycho but in a very polite way" type of guy.). Like... Does he hate him? Respect him ? Doesn't care and just thinks "Hey look a clever guy. Hmm, that might be a problem." ? Or... Actually has a bigger masterplan and needs him for something bigger ? ... But what about the golden garden ? What's so interesting about it ? I mean... Enough to destroy an entire town ? I dunno, he's looking for something... Yeah he looks like someone who WANTS something. Question is what. And does Layton just happens to be there, or does he wants him to be there ?

It was Luke who called for help and I don't think Descole has anything to do with Layton being here, so yeah, I don't think Descole needed Layton in any way. He was just there, and so he had to adapt his plans. But ! I still think they know each other. Probably from university because honestly layton spent his whole life in there and I don't know where else he could have meet someone.

Possibility 6 : The golden garden have a secret thing and Descole wants it.

-.... Wait that's the end ? But I still have questions.

-Since Emmy isn't here for the original trilogy...What will happen to her ? Either she finds a new job, have to move out, or dies. The answer will be in the last prequel game I suppose.

-I just watched the movie. Sounds like possibility 4 is the most likely, but I'm sure there's something else. I mean he looked desperate to make that discovery. Why ? Since he has done the same thing in Misthallery, I don't think what kind of ruins he's looking for matters to him. It just has to be a huge thing. But what is he looking for ? Fame ? Recognition ? Self-esteem ?

-Also I don't like Melina's father, this guy is a big yikes. Stealing people's life the way he did seems disgusting. I think it's the unethical science process that disturbs me the most. And the general way he acts.

-About the history of Ambrosia... You're telling me that their queen died, and so they all drank poison to kill themselves. That... That is surprisingly dark.

-It made me laugh to see the contrast between Emmy, who seemed like a skilled aviator, and an even more skilled fighter; you just have to look at her to know that she knows what she's doing, truly a wonderful and reliable lady; and then you have Layton; who is equally skilled at making things with garbage and swordfighting, but looks so chaotic while doing it. He made a helicopter FROM SCRATCH and the thing is working while we know from Lost Future that Layton never learned how to pilot, but it's still a handmade helicopter built in 10 minutes so of course it looks shitty and unstable, but it still works and that's impressive, but it still LOOKS chaotic and ready to break into a millions pieces at any second. And the swordfight ? Of course he's good at it. But with a freakin pipe. Like, we guess that he must know what he's doing, but what if he doesn't ? This smart, long hat guy just built a helicopter from nothing, then immediately crashed and somehow managed to survive, and now he's fighting some sword guy with a broken pipe. Is he just improvising his life hoping things will work out fine ? He looks smart but does he really know what he's doing ?

#those notes are a few months old #re-reading them while I finished the two other games sure is something #professor layton #professor layton playthrough #professor layton specter call #professor layton spoilers #luke #emmy #descole #long writing #theories #thoughts

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