#THANK U TO THE PERSON WHO TOLD ME TH SHIP NAME

[bnha287]

second: bro dont call me your hero youre gonna make us look gay infront of the other holders

first: ...we have been dating for 2 centuries-

#bnha #first ofa user #yoichi #second ofa user #eyy im bloggin here #its probably gonna take me a while to get used to calling first by his name #duo holders #THANK U TO THE PERSON WHO TOLD ME TH SHIP NAME

[artificialqueens]

(Your Body Is) Out of this World (Shalaska) - Citrus

A/N: thank u to Mistress for beta-ing and subsequently bullying me into posting this

Summary: Dr. Sharon Needles is assigned to examine the newest alien arrival on their interstellar compound. Things do not go as she planned. Smut, 3.9k words.

Sharon had never seen a specimen like this before, and she’d been working at this facility for six years. Sure, the infinite expanse of space was filled with any number of cosmic horrors, and she’d seen quite a few of its offerings, but she’d never encountered anything like this.

Looking through the shielded glass of the MRI room for the first time, she’d been astounded. Inside was a humanoid that resembled Sharon’s own race in all of the fundamental ways, but was decidedly different in others. This alien looked like, well, what an alien in a video game would look like; a feminine figure with impossible proportions, yet still enough to appear human to an extent. She was long-legged and a little gangly, but not skin-and-bones; clearly there was strong muscle and soft fat beneath her shimmering blue-green skin. Her eyes were almost completely black, and when the alien had turned to make eye contact with Sharon, she’d looked away.

A Glamtr0nian. Their planet was shrouded in mystery, its people renowned for their incredible beauty, but not much was known about their physiology. Their concept of gender was beyond the realm of human imagination, but this particular one had disclosed an identification somewhere close to the human concept of womanhood, and had expressed consent toward being referred to as a “she.”

Now it was exam day. Sharon would be conducting a physical examination of the facility’s first Glamtr0nian specimen. She adjusted her glasses nervously as she stepped in front of the exam room door, pressing her palm against the scanner and waiting for her entrance permissions to clear. The doors slid open to reveal a second set of doors, a security measure in the event that specimens attempted to make an escape. It didn’t happen often, but it was a nice precaution to have. The outer doors would be secured by armed guards as well, if Sharon needed backup or found herself in a volatile situation.

The doors opened, and Sharon stepped inside. The alien was waiting for her, sitting on the exam table and showing no signs of distress and looking, for all intents and purposes, fairly comfortable. Her long, silvery-blonde hair was no longer piled into two buns on the top of her head like it had been when she’d arrived, but was now brushed back into a sleek, shiny ponytail. Her eyes were still black as night, but her makeup was definitely toned down, as if she was barely wearing any at all. A little hesitantly, Sharon stepped forward to conduct her first test: ensuring that the alien’s translation chip had been upgraded when she arrived at their facility.

“Can you understand me?”

Turning her head at the sound of Sharon’s voice, the Glamtr0nian looked at her and nodded.

“I was getting bored in here. It’s kind of unnerving to have all of these medical instruments around me, you know.”

“I understand, sorry about that,” Sharon smiled. “My name is Dr. Needles, I’ll be performing your examination today. Do you use a name?”

“Princess Alaska Joanne Elizabeth Thunderfuck 5000 of the planet Glamtr0n. Alaska is fine, or Your Highness if you’re kinky. So what’ll you be doing to me today, Doc Needles? That’s a fitting name, by the way.”

Sharon flushed, but tried not to let it affect her. “It’s just a routine physical exam. Making sure you’re healthy and figuring out what you need in order to design an ideal habitat.”

“You make me sound like a zoo animal,” Alaska grumped. “You’re not gonna put me on display, are you?”

Sharon shook her head, taken aback. “Not at all. This is just protocol while our engineering team works on repairing your spacecraft. It would be rude to stick you in a hotel room that was badly-suited for your particular needs.”

“Oh, that’s fine then,” Alaska said, sounding relieved. “I got kinda worried when they made me do all those MRIs and x-rays and stuff. The translation chip upgrade was cool though, I needed the newest language expansion. Thanks for that.”

“I’ll let Dr. West know you appreciate it,” Sharon smiled. “Are you ready to begin?”

“Do your worst.”

They went through a few of the simpler tests, like necessary air components and temperature preference, before moving on to diet and physical activity requirements. It turned out that Glamtr0nians were incredibly adaptable, to an extent that Sharon had never seen before, and their ability to shapeshift made it much easier to assimilate to any environment that they needed to.

“Are you comfortable if we move on to a more… private portion of the exam?”

“How private are we talking, Doc?” Alaska asked with a smirk. “You gonna probe me?”

Sharon blushed. “Not quite. If you’re comfortable doing so, I’d like to ask you to disrobe and allow me to record your body’s reactions to some simple tests.” Alaska’s robe was gone before she’d even finished her sentence, and she blushed even deeper at the sight of what was essentially a naked blue-green woman in front of her, covered only by a flashy silver thong.

“I thought you’d never ask. That thing was driving me insane.”

“Really? Was the fabric uncomfortable to you?“ That would be an interesting thing to make note of, for the sake of future patients.

“The fabric was fine, it was just so loose. I prefer to wear things with a much tighter fit, or nothing at all. Personal preference. Now you can test away.” She crossed her legs and leaned back on her palms, those dark eyes looking right at Sharon with such intensity that she thought she might melt. But she had a job to do, and dammit, she was going to do it.

Sharon took a reflex hammer from the table and checked Alaska’s reflexes, which were a little faster than a normal human’s but generally pretty normal. Taking her stethoscope from around her neck, she placed it on Alaska’s bare chest and waited, trying not to be a perv by looking at her perky breasts, though they were difficult to ignore.

“Very weak heartbeat…” she mumbled to herself, and Alaska giggled.

“It’s on the other side. Here,” she said, placing her hand over Sharon’s and guiding it to the right side of her chest. Sharon tried her hardest not to blush.

“Right. Is this a normal resting heart rate for you?"

"It’s a little higher,” Alaska answered, and Sharon looked at her, curious.

“Is this exam making you nervous?"

"Sure,” the alien replied, “Let’s go with that.”

Seemingly oblivious, Sharon continued. “I hate to ask this, but how’s your sexual health?”

“I’d say it’s just fine,” Alaska purred. “I assume this is all protocol?”

“Yeah, I have to go through this part just to make sure there’s no risk of any kind of outbreak in the compound. Who you choose to engage with isn’t our business, we just don’t want anything to spread– Not that I’m implying that you have anything,” she added, blushing. “It’s just precautionary.”

“I didn’t think you were,” Alaska said. “As far as I’m aware, I’m not carrying anything. I get tested regularly.”

Sharon copied that down in her notes. “That makes my job a lot easier. Are you sexually compatible with members of species outside your own?”

“Very.” Alaska smirked. “I’d say almost universally.”

“Really?” Sharon found herself blushing again. “You have that in common with humans, then.”

“Oh, I know,” Alaska answered, giving her gorgeous doctor a once-over. Were humans exceptionally dense, or was this one just not catching onto her advances? She was beginning to get frustrated with Sharon’s apparent lack of interest. Then again, she was doing that thing where her cheeks turned all pink and she radiated warmth, which was kind of adorable. “I’ve been told that humans are the most compatible species with my own. Sexually, at least. Especially the brunettes.”

“Why is that?”

Alaska bit her lip, gazing into the doctor’s eyes. “You know, for a doctor, you’re really kind of dumb.”

“Why would you think th– oh. Oh.” Sharon took a few steps back, blushing even harder than before. “Have you been-”

"Hitting on you this whole time? Yes. Kinda wish we’d met under different circumstances, not as a doctor and patient, because you’re very attractive and I’d like to have wildly kinky interspecies sex with you.”

This was, surprisingly, not the first time an alien had hit on Sharon during an exam. However, she’d be a liar if she said she wasn’t attracted to this particular alien, and it had taken her much longer than usual to catch on to Alaska’s flirting. Come to think of it, she’d been feeling rather warm since she first entered the room… Had she just been repressing her desire this entire time? It definitely sounded like something she would do.

“You know, I think I’ve written down everything you need to be comfortable in your section of the compound,” she said slowly, looking into Alaska’s inky-black eyes. “We could always save the regular checkup for another time.”

Alaska’s eyes widened as she realized what Sharon was doing, and her cheeks turned a delicate shade of turquoise. “You’re right. After all, they’ll probably be repairing my ship for a while…"

"I’d say a few weeks at least,” Sharon agreed.

"Right. Complex craft, that one is.”

“We have plenty of time for a follow-up exam.”

“Plenty.”

“I’m sure both of us have other things we could be doing with our time.”

“Oh, I can think of a few.”

“Yeah?”

“Mm-hmm. And if you don’t put your mouth on my mouth in the next ten seconds, I think I’ll explode.”

They had been inching closer to one another throughout this exchange, but when Alaska begged to be kissed, Sharon’s composure was finally broken. She leaned against the exam table, capturing Alaska’s lips with her own and letting out a surprised whine when Alaska’s tongue was much longer than she’d expected. Fuck, she’d give anything for that tongue between her legs…

“You’re so sexy,” Sharon mumbled against the alien’s plush lips, her hands moving from the exam table to rest on Alaska’s thighs. They were slightly cooler than Sharon’s own body temperature, and impossibly soft and smooth; her skin was almost comparable to silicone in its texture, but wondrously alive. “God, I want you so bad.” As her right hand moved to Alaska’s inner thigh, her fingertips brushed against the thin strap of her thong. “Can I touch you?”

“Fuck yes,” Alaska breathed, her dark eyes half-lidded with lust. When Sharon cupped her and then froze, she looked up at the doctor with confusion. “What’s wrong?”

“Sorry, I-” Sharon blushed and withdrew her hand. “I didn’t think to ask what… what you had going on down there. I guess I just assumed it was as humanoid as the rest of you.” She bit her lip, trying not to turn an even deeper shade of red as she looked up at Alaska. When she’d touched her, she’d felt a distinct bulge, and she was both curious and turned on by whatever was hidden by Alaska’s silvery underwear.

The alien smiled coyly. “Do you want to see?” Wordlessly, Sharon nodded and took a step back to allow her patient-turned-paramour to stand. Alaska hooked her fingers under the straps of her flimsy undergarment and pulled them over her hips, sliding her panties off completely and setting them on the exam table. She hopped up onto the table once more and spread her legs, giving Sharon full view of just what she was working with.

It was like nothing Sharon had ever seen. Confirming her suspicions that Alaska was completely hairless from the neck down, the alien was bare and wet, her dewy folds all but dripping with a bright blue fluid that seemed to give off a light of its own. It looked remarkably like what Sharon expected from an alien pussy, but the star of the show made itself obvious in the place where Alaska’s clit would be, had she been human. Though blue-green like the rest of her skin and shaped somewhat oddly with a tapering tip, it was unmistakably a penis, and it was leaking the same luminous fluid as her pussy– or perhaps it had dripped down, Sharon wasn’t sure.

“Fuck. Wow."

Alaska’s external member twitched and she bit her lip, flustered. "Is that a good ‘fuck, wow’ or a bad one?"

"Definitely good,” Sharon breathed, “Holy shit.”

“Do you still want to-"

”Yes,“ Sharon interrupted her, stepping between her legs again. "I want you. Fuck.”

Alaska smiled, clearly relieved. “Y'know, Dr. Needles, you’re wearing an awful lot of clothing right now…” She tugged at the lapels of Sharon’s labcoat, teasing. “C'mon, I showed you mine…”

Sharon grinned at her and began to undress, taking her time as she stripped down to her bra and panties. With every article of clothing she removed, she watched Alaska’s member grow a little stiffer; by the time she unclipped her bra, Alaska had grown several times her original size and was dripping all over her thighs and the exam table.

“You’re so hot, come here,” she whined, reaching out for the doctor and letting out a soft moan when Sharon moved closer, one hand skimming the alien’s slender waist. “Fuck, I didn’t think a strip tease could make me so wet.”

“That’s what that is, huh?” Sharon smirked, gesturing to the little luminescent mess Alaska had made.

“Whaaat, you’ve never seen Glamtr0nian precum?” Alaska whined, clearly desperate for some kind of action. “You wanna touch me, or are you gonna make me suffer forever?"

Sharon eyed Alaska’s pulsing member, a little apprehensive. "It’s not corrosive, is it?"

"Not to humans. I’ve been told it tastes like candy, too.”

“Well now you’re just lying to me so I’ll go down on you,” Sharon laughed. “What do you call it, anyway? Your… external part, I mean.”

“Same as you,” the alien shrugged. “On Glamtr0n we all have a pussy and a cock. It’s super easy for us to fuck,” she added with a giggle. “We’re kinda stretchy and can take a lot more than it looks like. But that’s not really relevant here.”

“And why’s that?” Sharon challenged.

Alaska gave her a look, and she withered almost immediately. “Because it’s so obvious that you want me inside you,” she answered as if Sharon had already known. And, to be fair, she had a point. Sharon definitely wanted Alaska’s alien cock to rearrange her gastrointestinal structures, but she wasn’t going to admit that out loud. Yet.

“You think so?” Sharon teased, stealing a kiss. “You’ve already made a mess of yourself, and you expect me to believe that you won’t blow your load the second you’re inside me?”

Alaska chased the doctor’s lips, running her hands down Sharon’s chest and squeezing her breasts. Fuck, she was so warm and soft and human. “I guess that’s up to you… Are you gonna let me fuck you so you can find out?” She trailed a palm down Sharon’s body to cup her over her panties, and smirked when she felt that they were wet. “You’re a bold talker for someone who’s dripping just as much as I am, Dr. Needles.”

“I think you owe me a favor for making a mess of my exam table,” Sharon breathed, her eyes dark and wide as Alaska’s long fingers pressed against her. “Don’t you?”

“Oh, you’re right, I’m terribly sorry for that,” the alien princess smirked. Just like that, her fingertips had grown talon-like nails, and she used them to slice away the straps of Sharon’s panties; as soon as the wet fabric hit the floor, Alaska’s hands were back to normal, pressing between the doctor’s folds and feeling how wet she truly was.

“Could’ve warned me before you did that,” Sharon said, but it was clear from her tone that she wasn’t upset at all, and rather more turned on because of it. “Oh, fuck.” Alaska’s fingers had found her entrance and a long, slender digit curled inside her, deeper than she’d ever been touched before. Alaska smirked, cupping Sharon’s cheek with her other hand and drawing her in for a kiss.

“You’re so warm… and Goddess, so fucking tight…” Her voice was low and sultry, even more so than before, and Sharon felt weak in her embrace. “I’ll have to be nice and slow with you… Make sure you can take me…”

“You’re evil,” Sharon whined as a second finger joined the first inside her, “You shouldn’t be able to make me feel this fucking good.”

Alaska laughed. “No? Would you like me to stop, then?”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” Sharon growled, clenching down on Alaska’s fingers and enjoying the alien’s soft gasp of surprise. “God, fuck, you’re so good.”

“You swear a lot,” Alaska grinned, feeling blindly with her thumb for the little bud that she knew resided in the place where her own cock would be. When she found it, Sharon all but whimpered, falling forward to lean against her lover’s chest for support as she worked her magic.

“Holy shit.”

“Should we change positions? I don’t want you hurting yourself,” Alaska asked, a wicked glimmer in her eye. Sharon nodded, and allowed the alien to gently maneuver her body so that she was leaning against the exam table, her legs spread just enough for Alaska to kneel between them.

“Fuck.” Sharon had wanted Alaska between her legs, and now it was happening.

The alien kissed Sharon’s thighs, remembering that humans liked it when their skin was marked up, and sucked a hickey or two into the soft flesh. Her long tongue flicked upwards, tasting the wetness that had gathered on Sharon’s folds and stifling a moan at the taste of her. “Fuck, I’ll never get tired of human pussy,” she mumbled into Sharon’s thigh, causing the doctor to giggle and blush. “You’re so fucking wet.” Her tongue slid between Sharon’s lips again, lapping at her pussy eagerly as she listened to her soft moans of pleasure. Daringly, she teased at Sharon’s entrance before darting inside and tasting her deeply, and the human woman let out a cry.

“Oh my fucking god!” Alaska was every lesbian’s wet dream, and Sharon could hardly believe she had such a gorgeous and talented woman between her thighs. “Shit, you’re so good,” she whined as that impossibly long tongue fluttered over her clit and curled against her aching pussy. If she didn’t slow down soon, Sharon was going to make an embarrassing mess of herself.

“You taste so good, baby,” Alaska moaned, taking a moment to breathe. Sharon looked down at her, brushing a silver-blonde lock of hair away from her face where it had escaped her ponytail. Alaska’s cheeks were flushed and her eyes were half-lidded, and she looked absolutely debauched, like there was nowhere in the universe she’d rather be than on her knees between Sharon’s legs.

Sharon bit her lower lip, feeling her own face heat up. “You look so good like this.”

“Hardly royal behavior, is it?” Alaska breathed with a little chuckle. “On my knees pleasuring a commoner while I’m soaked and unfulfilled.” It was clear that she was being playful, but once glance at her dick made it obvious just how badly she needed to be touched.

“Come here,” Sharon said, pulling the alien princess to her feet and immediately wrapping her fingers around her weeping cock. Alaska gasped sharply, her hips thrusting against Sharon’s touch of their own accord as the doctor stroked her carefully. “Is this good?”

“So good,” Alaska whined, and Sharon tightened her grip, moving a little faster. She learned quickly that unlike humans, Alaska had more than one deeply sensitive spot; her base was just as sensitive as her tip, and when Sharon slipped two fingers into her pussy, she keened and squirmed. “You are fucking incredible,” the princess praised her, doing her best to fuck herself on Sharon’s fingers while also thrusting up into her hand. “You’ll kill me before I can cum.”

“Who says I’m going to let you cum?” Sharon teased her, laughing when Alaska let out a pathetic whimper. “I’m kidding, I promise. Although this angle is kind of awkward, so…” She pulled her fingers out of Alaska despite soft protesting from the alien, and settled for kissing her deeply instead.

Alaska’s fingers found Sharon’s clit, and their lips met once more as they pleasured one another. Sharon came first, whining and shaking against Alaska’s delicate touch, and the princess slipped out of her grasp to kneel between her legs again and clean her up. Sharon was almost painfully sensitive, so Alaska took care to be gentle with her, and kissed her hip sweetly before coming back up to kiss her on the mouth.

“You don’t have to do anything for me,” she breathed, batting Sharon’s hand away. “I’ll take care of myself.”

Sharon frowned, her mind still a little foggy from her orgasm. “You sure? I want you to feel good…”

Alaska smiled. “It’s okay. I’m kind of messy when I cum…”

“I think we’ve made a mess already,” Sharon laughed, looking around the exam room at the disarrayed tables, piles of clothing, and little puddles of fluid (mostly Alaska’s). “I’ve never seen a girl get as wet as you do.”

The alien blushed. “It’s just how our bodies work… We’re really sexual beings, we like to be ready for anything.”

“I don’t mind the mess,” Sharon smiled, stealing another kiss. “You sure you don’t wanna finish inside me?” she asked, trying to tempt her lover into another round.

Alaska bit her lip, clearly considering the offer. “I don’t think you wanna risk an interspecies pregnancy this early in our relationship,” she grinned. “I’ll try not to make too much of a mess, I promise.”

“God, just let me touch you,” Sharon pleaded, and Alaska laughed aloud. She turned her back on Sharon, leaning against her chest as her hand moved down to begin pumping herself. “How’s this?” The question came out breathier than she’d meant it to, but she could hardly be blamed for being so fucking close already; Dr. Sharon Needles was magic.

Sharon’s hands roamed over her waist and hips before moving up to knead her breasts, peppering kisses over her shoulders and neck. One hand slid between her legs, fingers pressing up inside her and moving in time with her sloppy hand movements. “This is perfect. Cum for me, baby.”

Alaska let out a low cry, cumming into her fist and around Sharon’s fingers in an explosive release of that luminous fluid, now thicker and glowing even brighter than before. Sharon’s hand, Alaska’s thighs, and the floor of the exam room were a mess, but Sharon really couldn’t bring herself to care when she had a panting, writhing alien princess pressed against her, letting out silent sobs of pleasure as she came down.

“T-told you I was messy,” Alaska managed to say, all but collapsing against Sharon’s chest. The doctor smiled, pressing a warm, liquid kiss against Alaska’s neck.

“Yeah. You’re so pretty when you cum.”

Alaska blushed cerulean. “You think so?”

“Well, you’re pretty no matter what you’re doing. But even prettier when you’re like this.” Sharon pulled her fingers out of the alien princess and turned her so that they were facing one another. “We should probably clean up, huh?”

Alaska smiled, leaning forward to kiss Sharon deeply.

“Yeah. We probably should.”

#rpdr fanfiction #sharon needles #alaska thunderfuck #shalaska #smut #pwp #alien au #citrus #thank goodness it’s set in the future because there’d be hipaa violations left and right otherwise

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Perhaps, By Chance | jjk

Pairing: Jeongguk x Reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Genre: fluff, soft

Warning(s): mild angst involving a past relationship

Summary: When a night is ruined as you denyingly anticipated, a chance encounter from a kind stranger changes everything, perhaps for the better.

The message came in the middle of a busy day at work, panicking your steps and reacting in the form of, “My ex just texted me,” in front of your boss and fellow co-worker, Monica who creased her eyebrows momentarily at your random statement. Stunned doesn’t even begin to help gather words, especially when three years of silence decided to end over an app you never thought your ex would happen to discover. Three years. Majority of that time involved healing, and potentially searching for the right one to come along, but as the days passed, you eventually gave up on the idea of love, because according to your ex-boyfriend, he’s apparently the only man who will ever love you.

“You and I both know that’s nowhere near the case, my friend,” Monnie gestured an invisible slant, slipping into her coat after clocking out; the pair of you paraded outside, nearing your vehicles, but of course, she was going to make sure you were okay before driving home, and though your heart was still thudding to the anxiety rising, you’re thankful she’s someone that you could lean on. “After everything you’ve told me about him, I would not give him the time of day.”

“I just… I don’t know,” you pressed your fingertips upon the bridge of your nose, wishing you would calm down, “Why in the world would he message me after all this time?”

“He asked about your old car, right?”

“Oddly enough, yeah,”

“And, you told him no, that you do not have it anymore, correct?”

“Of course,”

“Okay, well, you’ve said enough, now you can block him, … Again,”

But, you don’t. Because now, you are pacing along the creaking floor of your apartment, gnawing on your nails because your ex-boyfriend will be taking you out to dinner after a few weeks of catching up. An uneasy feeling settles in the pit of your stomach, especially when memories of the break up spin profusely within your brain; the only thing you can’t seem to ignore is the strange hope that maybe he’s changed- maybe he will even apologize for the times he verbally abused you and created accusations he evidently had been guilty of the entire relationship- maybe he will want to start over and make things right again now that he potentially may be aware of what he lost when you left him.

You haven’t mentioned anything to your friends or your family of the evening in fear of what they would say, and though the guilt weighs heavy, you take in a deep breath, promising yourself that you can handle this. It’s been three years for crying out loud, you would think by now he would have found some ounce of motivation to become a better person.

You nearly jump out of your skin when the sound of the doorbell disrupts your million questions. Your lips part along with your widening eyes- splaying your hands along your outfit to smooth any wrinkles visible. As dramatic as a scene in a movie, your fingertips slowly reach for the doorknob before you gulp- opening the door to a bouquet of your favorite flowers, “Oh wow!” Not what you expect, but you immediately collect the bouquet from him, getting a better view of his face.

“You look beautiful,” he compliments, looking you up and down, the strong smell of his sharp cologne brushes your nose, and you observe the detail of him styling his hair the way you used to like it.

“Th-thank you,” you stammer, briefly entering the kitchen to where the flowers will lay until you return home for the evening. You prepare yourself for him to invite himself inside, but to your confusion, he does the opposite, holding out his arm for you to interlock with his, “Shall we?” There’s a small smirk that curls at the end of his lips that you slowly realize you haven’t missed, and the bizarre feeling rears its ugly head again, yet you stubbornly ignore it, flashing your ex a timid grin before waltzing to his car.

“You still into that artist? The one you would obsess over when we first went out?” The question is meant to be a conversation starter, and you, unfortunately, avoid this artist to prevent the negative memories the music brings involving your ex, and although you don’t want to lie, you make the split decision to play dumb.

“Uh, who?”

Your ex chuckles, “I remember this was our song.” Oh no, you inwardly cringe, the familiar strum of the guitar echoes within the space while you attempt to contain your composure. Which then leads to your current thought, why are you doing this? It’s then that you pray for the car ride to be quick considering you have not an idea where your ex is taking you for the evening getaway. Miraculously, you tune out as many songs that have played before you recognize that he’s pulling into the parking lot of your favorite restaurant that sits in front of a strip mall you tend to frequent when in the mood for a shopping spree. You’re not taken aback by the choice of food because it happens to be your favorite place to eat in general, and before you know it, the two of you are seated by the host, your ex ordering exactly what you always consume here.

You’re impressed by his memory, you will give him that, and while the dinner progresses, so does small conversation that forces you to only contemplate positive thoughts, especially when you notice a glimpse in his eyes that he wants to ask you something, but decides against it. Only as far as you’ve allowed it, he’s aware of your graduating college and obtaining your degree, traveling to places you’ve always dreamed of going, and meeting some of your favorite actors that happened to be visiting your town, and only vague dating stories have been mentioned since that’s something you want to avoid like the plague.

Forks clink along the plates when dinner is served, yet your mind is still foggy. Regarding the question that seems to be budding with him, you wonder if it will be something romantic for once, or maybe he will ask how you’ve actually been the past three years, or maybe he will finally apologize for his wrongdoings and how much he has missed you as well as the lessons he’s learned since losing you. Maybe he will talk about adventures you always dreamed of going on that you haven’t been able to venture yet, or maybe he will see the person you have always been and will love you the way that you deserve to be loved.

But that ship sails out the window, because the dinner is soon finished and the two of you are heading to his car with all your confusion still left unanswered. Something feels so wrong as if you’re not supposed to be here, and by here, you mean with him. While your fingers naturally curl along the seatbelt with the intention to buckle yourself in, it loosely slips from your fingers- your ex getting comfortable in the driver’s seat.

He clears his throat, and you’re frozen stiff, “So… I have a question for you,” the tone of his voice strews uncomfortable memories- the ones where he would become controlling, talking down to you as if you were continuously the root of any situation, and it’s the first you’ve heard him speak like this since the evening began. “I really need to know, and if you really want this to work out, then you’ll answer me,”

Your mouth opens, but your words pause, “I-”

“So… I know you mentioned that one guy Namjoon, but… How many people have you been with since you know… We broke u-”

SLAM!

Your ex is replied to by the heavy SLAP of the passenger door shutting behind you. Nostrils flaring causes the burn from the freezing air to puff white clouds into the atmosphere, you determinedly stomp to the front of the restaurant, anger boiling across your chest. Screeching tires zoom across the lot behind you, and with fresh tears streaming down your face, you curse under your breath while your heart shatters in disappointment not only with how the evening turned out but towards yourself for being so naïve. How dare he try and manipulate you into feeling bad for things that had nothing to do with him? And since when did your personal dating life interfere with the decision making on whether you want to work things out or not? Striding back and forth across the cement, you mutter sporadically, fingers raking through your frigid strands in panic before frantically fumbling for your cellphone to call your mother.

Where in his mind did, he think it was his business to know about the relationships you may or may not have had after the breakup, too? Though you know he was more so referring to physical intimacy, how is that any of his business at all? And yes, there was a swift love affair with a man named Namjoon back in college before he returned to serve in the army, but you haven’t heard from him in ages, and he is much better looking than your ex which now you regret not saying that portion out loud for your ex to hear, but one lesson you have learned from many experiences in life is that the best revenge is silence. And, you are proud of yourself for biting your tongue before you blurted something you would wish you hadn’t said.

Your mother’s voicemail is what you receive the two times you called, prompting silent sobs to soak your cold cheeks, “C’mon, mom, c’mon,” you beg, and with your racing heart and desperation for a ride, you decide to collapse upon a small bench seated in front of the restaurant with your face now buried into your hands. You need to breathe, you tell yourself, Mother is at work and is busy and you need to breathe.

There’s a soft trail of footsteps from concerned, umber eyes that have observed you from a distance after the skidding tires that woke the town up had halted him in his tracks. He’s not one to typically check on an individual he doesn’t know, but the frenzied way you appear, he can’t just leave without ensuring that you’re okay.

When he pauses a few feet away from you, his hands are cuddled into his front pockets, hair nestled into a black beanie while his shoulders scrunch from the chilly breeze that happens to nip his nose. Your face is still buried within your hands, but your ears are still perked from the knowing of someone being present.

“Hi,” the voice is soft and belonging to a male specimen, and you’re mildly relieved that it is not the voice belonging to your ex-boyfriend who essentially left you here without a second thought. Gradually raising your head, some of your hair sticks to your clammy cheeks before you swipe them away. If you had been standing, the wind would have knocked you from under your feet, especially with the face you’re now staring at that, holds timid eyes mirroring the way his thin lips are slightly ajar, and the defined line of his jaw is shaped into such a handsome sculpture- one you haven’t seen in what feels like forever.

“H-hi,” you stutter, shaking your head in embarrassment and trying to figure out how a stranger with the looks of a chiseled athlete who should be passing by is still paused before you.

“I’m sorry to bother you, I just happened to be walking to my car when I noticed someone speeding off, not sure if you knew them, but I wanted to make sure you’re okay,”

Judging from faint sniffles, you’re sure he probably witnessed the entire scene of you power-walking away from your ex’s car, and though this stranger emits the aura of gentleness, you’re not necessarily in the mood for sweet talk if that’s what he is aiming for in the long run. After the night you’ve had thus far, another boy causing you heartbreak is not in your best interest. Folding your arms across your chest, your gaze drops to your shoes lightly scraping the tips of them along the cement of the sidewalk.

“May I… May I take a seat?” You wince at the realization that you haven’t answered him yet, and nibbling the inside of your cheek in obvious doubt, you return your eyes to his, and since you happen to be waiting on your mom to call you back, maybe having some company may not be such a bad idea after all. As much as you want to be angry at the masculine population, not all men are inconsiderate, and for this stranger to take time out of his night to check on you is enough to give him a chance at being friends if that’s what tonight leads to.

You nod your permission, noticing the grin still lingering on his pink lips. When he nestles beside you, he leaves enough space, glancing at you in the introduction, “My name is Jeongguk,” he offers a large hand that you accept; nervous jitters illuminating in the warmth of a blush deepens on your cheeks. “May I ask yours?” You want to be suspicious with how polite he’s being, which then strays you to mentally scold yourself, but you also can’t help the scars still etched into your conscious by your ex-boyfriend, who made you feel like you were crazy if you ever confronted him on his actions that would leave you so wounded. Moments where you’d ask him to try and be nicer, just for him to accuse you of being the rude one.

“[Y/N],” you timorously reply, finding it strange how you wish you could feel his hand again- how safe it seemed to hold it even if it was just for mere seconds.

“It’s nice to meet you,” he bows his head once before scanning the parking lot; quiet lingers other than the subtle sounds of breathing- white air still seen from how low the temperature is and you can’t help but feel guilty for how cold Jeongguk must be. There’s minimal awkward tension relating to what to say to continue a conversation, and with the stirring shock from earlier stemming, it’s as if something takes over you before you can stop yourself from speaking,

“He asked me a question he shouldn’t have asked,” gritting your teeth in irritation, you slam your eyes shut, because how do you know this stranger is going to take the time to listen, or even care about the situation you just experienced? Maybe this budding sense of trust that you can’t seem to fight embraces the courage of telling Jeongguk about tonight with the possibility of never seeing him again, so why be afraid? Why not tell him exactly what’s on your heart? What has been on your heart?

Eyebrows furrowed, a lightbulb seems to click when he remembers the car that sped off and Jeongguk patiently waits for you to continue while you slouch a tad against the bench, “That was my ex,”

Jeongguk’s eyes flicker along the side of your face while you compile your thoughts, “I’m sorry,” he whispers when he sees your expression fall into sadness.

“It’s okay,” you murmur, “I should have known better. He’s done it before,” there’s really not much you can say other than you’re humiliated with yourself, but what lessons can be learned if mistakes aren’t made? You’ve always been one to give second chances, and that’s what you thought tonight was going to be, but it was taken for granted. Little do you know, a chance to start over with someone new is blooming, but that’s something life isn’t going to show you right away, it’s something you will discover once you open your heart and forgive yourself, and to never forget how worth it you are. How deserving you are.

This man sitting beside you will cherish every bit of you, but neither of you know the future, and the pair of you are too busy shivering to truly take notice of the way destiny is planting its seeds within both of your souls. Though unaware, you will mend his broken heart the way that he will mend yours, proving to you what true love really is.

“I’m sorry,” you sigh between chattering teeth, “you must be freezing,”

“No, no I’m fine,” he reassures you, teeth showing from a crooked smile, even though his teeth were chattering moments ago, you find it extremely cute that he’s trying to pretend he’s not affected by this torturous excuse of weather. “Actually, if you need a ride home, I can take you,” he offers, “And, if you need to talk about everything and get things off your chest, I am a good listener,”

Holding his stare, you want so much to believe him, but you’re not one to put your trust into somebody that you don’t know; ashamed, you look down at your twiddling fingers, “That’s very sweet of you, but I don’t really get in cars with people I’ve just met,” you say honestly, half expecting him to be annoyed.

“Okay then,” instead, he surprises you with a cheery jingle to his tone, standing to his feet just to goofily spin around to face you, “How about the bus,” he offers his hand yet again, and how he read your mind from when you were battling with the daydream of holding it once more, you tilt your head at him with a smile you can’t help but give,

“Wait, what?”

“The bus,” he repeats with the widest smile you have seen yet, “It’s public, there is a bus stop literally diagonal from this restaurant, and I can guarantee you it’ll be warm,”

“But- but what about your car? Isn’t it here? My apartment is like, twenty minutes away from here give or take!”

“Nah,” he shrugs, “I will ride the bus back here to pick up my car, I only live 5 minutes away from this area,” he gestures with his hand which reminds you that it’s waiting just for you to hold, “Even if I lived another town away, I still, don’t mind.”

Overwhelmed by such a genuine smile exuberating from his features, even with your ex, he never showed you the pure kindness that this stranger by the name of Jeongguk has shown you in just a span of a few minutes.

“I- I don’t- I don’t know what to say,” you’re speechless, and this promising feeling beneath your chest gives way to any doubt you may have shadowed.

“You don’t have to say anything,” his eyes squint from how tickled he is by your flustered state, his inviting hand still outstretched. No more hesitation, you spring off the bench the exact moment your palm collides with his. As if two giggling young adults serenading the atmosphere isn’t enough to melt hearts all around the city, you’re beyond touched when you watch him pull enough money from his faded wallet to pay for your seat on the bus when it arrives.

“What are you- Jeongguk, you don’t have to do that,”

“Call me, Guk,” he winks over his shoulder where you stand behind him noticing how much he over towers you.

“Excuse me, Guk, I repeat, you don’t have to pay for me-”

“Hey, whatever it takes to make sure you have a ride home, I can take care of it,”

You gawk at him in utter amazement, because how? How can someone be so lovely?

“Is everything okay?” He peers at you after the both of you find empty seats upon the bus, and your mouth must have been ajar for quite sometime for it to feel so dry.

“I’m just- … I’m just so overwhelmed by your kindness,” your icy nose starting to warm from the air vents blowing inside the bus. “How are you so nice?”

A breathy laugh escapes past his grin, “It’s not hard to be kind,” he shrugs after a serious moment, the tips of his hair fluffing along his forehead almost falling into his eyes, “Sometimes one simple act of kindness is all it takes to make someone’s day better, you know?”

“Yeah,” you smile dreamily, leaning into his shoulder, “I know,”

There’s a moment shared, one neither of you can quite explain, no conversation needs to be held for the way your eyes speak is enough to know that there’s something beautiful glimmering between the pair of you. How can a chance like this even happen? Maybe meeting your ex after three years wasn’t a bad idea after all? It led you here, beside a handsome stranger who looks at you reflecting the same exact hope you’re starting to believe in again. As comforting as he seems, you place your head upon his shoulder, linking your arm with his, just fully soaking in his presence as much as you can, wishing that you didn’t have to go home just yet.

Smiles dim when the bus does stop where your apartment complex is hidden only a minute in the distance, and as much as you consider inviting him over for the evening, there’s still much trust you want to gain before making such a rash decision. If there’s a risk you’re going to take, you want to wait for the right opportunity. “I’m home now,” you mumble in disappointment, preparing to stand to your feet.

“Wait-” Jeongguk blurts discontinuing your movement to stand, “Here,” he hands you his phone the second he unlocks it, and while the passengers are lining within the aisle to exit the bus, you swiftly type in your number, heart beating to the point it pounds in your temples; handing him your phone for him to tap his number into, also. He stands with you, and for a moment, you wonder if he will hug you, but instead, that risk you were wondering about taking happens to spontaneously be made in this moment- this moment right here.

Bravery washes over you like never before, and when you place your hands upon Jeongguk’s shoulders, springing on your tiptoes, his face blurs before you peck his lips, and you don’t even give him time to process it. “Thank you,” you whisper, the sensation of how soft it felt to kiss him still lingering to the point, you have to refrain from turning around to collide into his arms. Even if some may find your move to be too bold, you don’t care. Jeongguk just gave you the best night you have had in a long while. And, it was very much needed.

You rush off the bus with adrenaline drenching your senses and long for the hope that you will hear from him soon. Sprinting to your apartment, you plop backward upon your bed, your phone flying into the pillows while you exhale in awe. Did tonight really just happen? Was Jeongguk even real? What if this was all a hallucination in order to make yourself feel better?

Even if it was, at least now he’s gifted you something you haven’t known how to re-insert back into your heart, and that’s hope. A new hope that there is a possibility of a brand-new start into a future you never dreamed could be so happy. If you thought your heart couldn’t soar any higher than it has been for the past five minutes, the faint buzz of your phone alerts you,

 Guk: No no, [Y/N], thank YOU.

#btswritingcafe #jeon jeongguk #jeon jungkook #jungkook fluff #jungkook soft #jeongguk x reader #jeongguk x you #bts #bts jungkook #3.9k + #jeongguk one shot #jungkook one shot

[lbat1901]

Rantception S1•E1 - princeofmints exposed | ft. TatSquirp

(I am about a month late on posting this here)

Welcome to the first episode of my brand new series titled Rantception where I talk about a topic or some unfortunate soul who became a total jerk as of recently. I am starting this series off by talking about the user by the name of princeofmints.

princeofmints is apart of the Eddsworld community and they are apart of the official EW Amino, Tumblr, and Instagram. Unfortunately princeofmints is in some hot water right now.

Oh and before I get to that, I just want to make this clear, the princeofmints that I am referring to isn't the one who made tomtord p*rn. This princeofmints is actually accused of tracing and being a total d*ck.

Also they got banned from Amino, but they are still going strong on both Tumblr and Instagram.

One more thing: don't harass them. Instead I want you to stop supporting them. Don't not praise them.

With that out the way, let's get into the news.

I unfortunately didn't know any of this drama that happened till seeing callout posts about it. But I used to like princeofmints's posts until what happened recently.

I decided to to take a look at their wall after seeing a few callout posts on them before they got taken down.

Annnnnd yeah.....they are such an arsehole. Just...just look at these screenshots....

(the third one is my favorite in terms of arsehole energy that's being radiated from it)

I'll be honest with you, the third is the one that show the bitterness of princeofmints. Trying to guilt trip you. I'm sorry to say this, but it's not working. Nice try.

Now I'll handing the rest of this over to the one and only Squirp/TatSquirp who've agreed to be on the show and I certainly didn't kidnap them.

Squirp: ...Why am I here? Why am I tied u-

Lbat1901(me): Shhhh! Just give the audience your side on this

Squirp: Ok, fine...*clears throat*....so a week ago, I've made a callout post exposing princeofmints titled "Dethroning a Prince". It took me awhile to everything and not too soon after posting it on Animo, I've also posted it on Instagram.

Oh boy...it got taken down. No actually I got told by a model on Animo to take it down which I did while on Instagram it got flagged for harassment. I eventually reposted it.

princeofmints (or what I like to call her, Prince) is a 15 year old artist who mostly draws Tom, Tord, and the ship TomTord. She was on the EW Amino since January 13th of this year before getting banned. S

Alright with that out of the way, I'll try to make this brief

She also has been known to cause quite the trouble.

I have been caught up to speed on what Prince has done even learning th as t she had actually scammed someone.

I believe that Lbat told you this already, but Prince's name was stolen by someone who has the same name, but let's dwell on this.

Part 1 - Tracing:

Squirp: Ok so, a few days ago some of my friends and I looked at one of Prince's art and discovered that it was traced from an already existing drawing made by P-Nim. Of course Prince denied this and claimed that it was her own art.

Ok I'll make this clear, Prince didn't draw it for a DTIYS. If Prince didn't trace it then she shouldn't be claiming it as her own.

Also if you want to compare posts or have a look for yourself, you can't cause she deleted it. So much for being reasonable which goes into this next part....

Part 2 - Blocking those who've cornered you for being unreasonable:

Squirp: Oh yes, just like TBATF, Prince also blocks people for calling her out. Unlike TBATF who only block people for giving them criticism and calling them out on their behavior, Prince blocks people for many reasons.

One of them being totally unreasonable. She blocked one of my friends who called her out for tracing. Prince even deleted several comments when trying to defend herself for being called out before deciding to hit the block button.

She even blocked me after I tried to call her out on her wall. I did PM her a few days later about and guess what her response was. The reason why she blocked me was because she didn't like me.

My god....that has to be most stupidest as all hell reason to block someone and folks, we're on the second part on this and things are already getting heated.

Part 3 - Being a b*ch isn't all that cool:

Squirp: Hold on a minute, why is b*ch censored?

(Editor: that's because it's Lbat's show and I am meant to help with anything that Lbat puts out for everyone to see)

Squirp: Yeah, but why? Who cares anyway?

(Editor: well you're probably have a point, but it's my job. Now are you going to continue to argue or are you going to keep going with your side of the story?)

Squirp: I am...geez! I've never meant an editor that's who picky. This isn't YouTube with the whole COPPA thing you know.

Anyway..... pt 3....Prince has to be one of the biggest d*cks that I have ever talked to and- oh my god, why would you censor the word- forget it. Forget it...

Erm...yeah....she cursed at some many people that it's just mindboggling. She's not the most pleasant person to talk to on Amino or anywhere else.

Before you say that she probably has some mental health issues, don't even bother. Well I know she does has some issues, but it doesn't give her the excuse to not be a total d*ck. People who do have issues are at least well spoken and are respectful to others.

But Prince on the other hand, not a freaking single chance.

Part 4 - Stop acting sad:

Squirp: You're probably thinking to yourself, "Wow, Prince is a jerk" and you'd be right. But to make matters worse, she likes to guilt trip people.

How? Well she tries to make you feel sorry for her by giving you a sad sad tale before deciding to cuss you out.

That's right, it's pretty low for her. I don't need to explain why this is bad just because it is. It's really scummy especially when she's in the wrong here. Next!

Part 5 - Don't let Prince do commissions. EVER:

Oh yeah, she actually did this. I did found the person who got scammed and they are a person known as BadBoy.

You see BadBoy commissioned Prince to do a drawing for 92 coins. Unfortunately for BadBoy, Prince said that the price was actually lower than that. But it gets much much worse than that.

Prince got wicked with them and refused to give other pieces of art to BadBoy. Eventually BadBoy had enough and asked for a refund. That's when things started to escalate really fast.

Prince told BadBoy to piss off. After a long battle, Prince gave BadBoy 72 coins back when BadBoy asked for a full refund.

Squirp: I have been saving this part for last and it gave me a reason to make a callout on Prince in the first place. She literally scammed someone over 72 coins.

In summary, Prince just stole BadBoy's money and was a total d*ck towards them.

And that should do it for now, but I one final message to Prince. If you're reading this now while getting harassed for being callout for your crap: none of this, and I stress this a lot, none of this wouldn't have happened if you were to just act a tad bit kinder and a whole bit wiser.

Oh and maybe if you would've just listened. Also running away from your problems, lying, and pretending that they didn't happen makes you look like the bad guy here.

You know, I wouldn't mind you being on Animo at all if you just shallow your pride and try to do better by apologizing to everyone.

I didn't mean to make my callout post to hurt you in a way. In fact, I still believe that you can change. But atlas, your problems need to be addressed to make that happen.

All you need to do is try. That's it. That's all I ask for.

Lbat1901(me): *claps* Nicely done, Squirp. Nicely done.

Squirp: Thanks Lbat. It's been a pleasure being on here. Now can I go home now?

Lbat1901(me): Uhh.....*walks away from Squirp and walks out of the room before shutting the door*

Squirp: Lbat? Uh Lbat? Lbat? This isn't funny! Untie me! Hey cameraman, you're still here. Untie me, please

Camraman: *shrugs before shaking their head*

Squirp: What do you mean no? Ugh!

{screen cuts to Lbat sitting in a chair}

Lbat1901(me): Well that's the end of the first episode of Rantception. I want to thank TatSquirp for coming on and helping me out. Please check them out on the EW Amino and possibly their Instagram as well while you're at it.

#lbat rambles #lbat rants #rantception #rantception season 1 #rantception episode 1 #princeofmints #princeofmints exposed #callout #callout post #tatsquirp #lbat1901's channel 7 lucky hour

[labyrinth-runner]

Can u do a Obidala fic based on the song “Perhaps Perhaps Perhaps” by Doris Day?

Based off This song

Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps

Padmé didn’t know why, but somehow she was looking forward to her week away with Master Kenobi. She knew it was just for a mission, and that he was there to protect her, but that didn’t stop her from thinking about how nice it might be to spend some more time with him. She’d barely seen him in passing since they parted ways on Naboo all those years ago.

She tried not to bounce on the balls of her feet while she waited for him. No, she would be every bit the dignified leader that she has always been near him. She just didn’t understand why her heart felt erratic at the thought of seeing her old friend again. The door opened and her friend walked over to her.

“Senator Amidala, it has been too long,” Obi-Wan smiled, giving her a hug.

“Master Kenobi, I see you’ve grown a beard,” she smirked. “It suits you.”

He let out a melodic chuckle as the skin above his beard tinged pink. “Thank you, Senator.  You’ve grown into quite the accomplished woman since the last time I saw you. I heard your people wanted you to reign for another term. Although, I’m hardly surprised. You would do anything for your people. I’m sure that they would do anything for you.”

Now it was her turn to try not to blush. The silence was deafening.

“I suppose we should get going,” Padmé murmured.

“After you, Senator,” Master Kenobi nodded as he followed her into the cockpit.

The trip to the planet they were visiting went smoothly. The two of them chatted about the different aspects of their life that they’d missed out on.

“How is Annie?” Padmé smiled.

“He’s… a teenage boy,” Obi-Wan smirked. “Sure of himself and thinks he knows best. He has a bit to go before he becomes a Jedi Knight. Reminds me a lot of someone else when I first met her…”

“Hey, I did know best!” Padmé gasped. “I saved my people, did I not?”

Obi-Wan shook his head at her. “We’re dropping out of hyperspace.”

“Obi-Wan, can I ask you a question?” she ventured.

“You just did, Senator, but I’ll allow you to ask another,” he teased.

“Would you ever leave the Jedi Order for someone?” her eyes shone brightly. She didn’t know why, but she was holding her breath waiting for an answer.

He looked at her oddly as if seeing her truly for the first time, taking a thoughtful pause. He rubbed his beard in thought. “Perhaps.”

Padmé swallowed, turning away from his intense gaze. She brought their ship down to the planet’s surface.

“Just a reminder of our cover stories,” Obi-Wan suddenly said.

“What cover stories?” she asked in confusion. She had not been made aware that she would be going undercover for this.

“They didn’t tell you? We’re pretending to be a newly married couple on our honeymoon tour. This should allow us to investigate how the slave trade is profiting from the Trade Federation dealings without raising suspicion,” Obi-Wan replied nonchalantly.

“Master Yoda had not told me about this,” she replied.

“Well, it’s the plan, darling,” he purred, offering her his arm to take as they left. “Now, stick close. This isn’t the place to go off on your own.”

The two of them checked into their hotel and made their way to the room.

Padmé opened the door. “Oh… there’s only one bed.”

“Well, we are supposed to be a couple,” Obi-Wan replied. “But, you can have the bed. I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“Obi-Wan, you’re not sleeping on the floor,” Padmé deadpanned as she went to sit on the bed. She looked at the floor as she addressed him. “We’re both adults. We have self-control. We can share a bed and stay on our respective sides.” She looked him in the eye and raised a challenging eyebrow at him.

“Alright, Senator. If you’re okay with it, then we will,” Obi-Wan nodded.

She nodded back. The matter was settled.

They went about their day as normally as they could.

That night they both slid into bed.

“Good night, Master Kenobi,” Padmé murmured as she shut off the light on her side and turned away from him.

“Good night, Senator,” Obi-Wan replied as he shut off his own light.

Sometime through the night, Padmé started shivering. It woke Obi-Wan up. He let out a groan. He knew they’d insisted on staying on their opposite sides, but he needed to protect the senator. That included keeping her warm. He turned in bed so that her back was to his chest and pulled her against him. She immediately relaxed into his warmth. He smiled softly at her. She really was beautiful. Soon, he settled himself in to sleep again.

Neither of them discussed the fact that they woke up in each other’s arms the next morning.

The day was spent following leads and tracking down information. When they returned to the hotel lobby, they ran into the hotel owner.

“You know, for two newlyweds, you don’t seem to be very much in love,” he said.

“W-what do you mean?” Padmé chuckled. “Of course we love each other! This is our honeymoon!”

“You don’t seem like you’re on your honeymoon. You’ve never even kissed.”

Padmé stared at Obi-Wan. They couldn’t blow their cover. Before Obi-Wan could protest, she kissed him. It was supposed to be a quick, sweet kiss, but then he kissed back.

“Alright, alright. Clearly you’re both very much in love,” the innkeeper said waving them off. “Now get out of my lobby.”

Padmé pulled Obi-Wan back into the room like he really was her husband. She giggled slightly as the door closed behind them.

“I can’t believe that worked!” she smiled as she rested her arms around his neck. Instinctively, he wrapped his arms around her, his crossed hands settled on the small of her back.

“You’re very convincing,” he smirked.

“Obi-Wan…” she trailed off, a blush coming to her cheeks. “That kiss…”

“What about it, darling?” he asked, the pet name slipping off his tongue.

“It felt real,” she sighed. “I know that sounds silly, but, do you think that in a world where we weren’t defined by our duties, we’d be together?”

Obi-Wan sighed, letting his arms fall back to his side. “Perhaps, Padmé, perhaps.”

He gently untangled himself from her and moved further into the room. Padmé raised a hand to stop him but let it fall to her sides. She’d give him space.

“I’ll be out getting something for dinner,” she murmured before leaving.

Padmé was alone in the streets, but she felt like she was being watched on the way back from picking up dinner.  She turned a corner and noticed two of the slavers they had been gathering intel on following her. She passed by an alley when she was pulled in. Panic set in as a hand covered her mouth and held her against a hard chest. She tried to scream, going to kick the person who grabbed her.

“Shh, darling, it’s just me,” Obi-Wan murmured as he uncovered her mouth.

Her breathing evened out. “You scared me.”

“I’m sorry. I saw those two tailing you and needed to make sure you were okay.”

“But I left you back home.”

“And I told you it was unsafe for a woman to wander here alone when we first landed,” Obi-Wan replied. “I wasn’t going to let you do it.”

“I can take care of myself.”

“I don’t doubt that, Padmé, but its my job to protect you-“

“Is that all this is, Obi-Wan? Am I just a job to you?” she asked.

“Padmé,” he pleaded.

“Answer me,” she demanded. “Do I mean anything to you?”

“Perhaps,” he sighed.

She shook her head at him. She shoved her basket into his chest. “Here’s your dinner.”

“Padmé, please,” he replied, but she was already out of the alley and heading back to their hotel.

Neither of them got much sleep that night.

Their mission was a success, in the way that they had found out what they needed by day three, but they had budgeted for a week.

“Obi-Wan, let’s stay the rest of the week,” Padmé ventured that next night at dinner. “When is the next time you’ll get a break or pretend to be normal?”

“Are you suggesting we stay here and play house for the rest of the week?” Obi-Wan asked.

“Why not?” she asked, accidentally running her foot up his leg when she went to cross her legs under the table.

Obi-Wan took in a breath at the contact. “It would be nice… Fine, we can stay.”

Padmé smiled.

The rest of the week felt like they got into a rhythm with each other. It was almost as if they had actually been married for years. On the night before they left, Padmé decided to talk to him again.

“Obi-Wan, I need to discuss something with you,” she asked, gently sliding into his lap. The action felt natural.

“What is it, darling?”

She blushed. Hearing him call her that more and more often as the week went on made her heart do somersaults.

“When we go back… what will happen to us?” she asked.

“Well, I’ll go back to the Order and you have your duties,” he said as he studied her.

“That’s not what I meant,” she sighed as she took one of his hands in hers. “I meant what about us.”

“But Padmé, there isn’t an us.”

“Obi-Wan, can you honestly sit here and tell me you don’t feel anything for me?”

“Perhaps,” he sighed.

“You’re many things, Master Kenobi, but I didn’t think a liar was one of them,” she seethed as she got up and went into the bathroom.

Obi-Wan sighed, getting up to wrap a knuckle on the door. “Padmé, you know the Code.”

“Obi-Wan, if you love someone enough, then you do whatever it takes to be with them,” she said, resting her forehead on the other side of the door.

“Are you saying you love me, Senator?” Obi-Wan asked. He was glad she couldn’t see him, because he was blushing profusely.

“Perhaps,” she shot back.

Obi-Wan sighed. He deserved that.

“Obi-Wan, I don’t want to get back to Coruscant and live my life not knowing what could have been,” she said, opening the door. “I don’t want to wind up being parted and broken-hearted. But, if you really love me, I need to know.”

“Padmé, what difference will it make?”

“Obi-Wan, I’m willing to fight for us. I think deep down, you want to do the same, and I swear to the maker that if you say ‘perhaps’ one more time, I will deck you,” she shot back.

“Fine, Padmé!” He said exasperatedly, “I do love you. Being with you this week just makes me think of everything I could have, but I have a Code, and I have always followed it. Although, Maker above, you make me want to break that Code every day since I’ve reunited with you. Little by little, you’ve worn down my resolve, and I am so close to cracking that it scares me. These are my values! The things I’ve held dear, but you’ve become so much more important to me.”

Padmé sighed, stepping forward to cup his cheek.  “Obi-Wan, I don’t want to leave you after this.”

He reached a hand up to place over hers. “I know, darling. I don’t want to lose you, either. Not when I feel like I’ve just found you.”

“What are we going to do?” she murmured.

“We’ll find a way to make it work,” he told her. “All I know is that I love you and that’s not going away any time soon.”

He scooped her up in his arms and kissed her properly, not for show, but because he meant it, and in his arms, she found that she knew everything would be alright.

#obidala #SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG #also there's no smut. It's just long #IDK WHY THE READ MORE IS BEING STUPID

[gewmme]

The Little Ensign - Part 3 (DataxOC)

She had been on board for a total of 8 hours, and while she felt a little bit better about everything, she still hated it here. She waited on the bed as Doctor Crusher finished up her physical. She never was a big fan of doctors, but found that she didn't mind Doctor Crusher as much as she did others. "You're all set Ensign James." The voice of said doctor snapped her out of her thoughts. "Thanks Doctor." She flashed a slight smile as she stood up from the bed.

What now? She wondered as she exited the sickbay. She still didn't know where anything was so there wasn't any point in trying to get somewhere specific. Might as well just wander around, her first shift didn't start until 0800 tomorrow and it was only about 1400 at the moment.

So wander she did, she spent a good hour looking around and poking her head into different rooms before she finally stumbled upon a rather lively looking place. It seemed to be a recreational room of some sort. She wandered over to the bar and sat down, where she was met by a kind looking woman with an interesting hat.

"I haven't seen you here before." She paused to glance at the Ensign's uniform "Are you with the new staff?" Her calm, soothing voice spoke through the noisy conversations of the other crewmates. The younger girl simply responded with a curt nod. "I'm Guinan, what's your name kid?" The woman asked, the corners of her lips turning up into a faint smile. "I'm Kasey." She answered, fidgeting her thumbs.   "Well then Kasey, can I get you anything to drink?" Guinan offered, an eyebrow raised. The younger woman shook her head in reply. "No thank you."

The young Ensign sat in silence, thinking over the prior events of the day. How embarrassing, honestly, who gets lost on their first day? She's supposed to be a genius and she can't even find the sickbay, jeez what a--

She was pulled from her thinking by a familiar voice. "Ensign, pardon me if this is a personal question, but how old are you?" Guinan was now back to her spot across from Kasey, raising both eyebrows as she inquired. "I'm fourteen years, three months, six days, thirteen hours and twenty-something minutes old." The blonde stated dryly, pressing her lips into a thin line. Of course she'd ask that, someone was bound to eventually. "Fourteen? My, that's quite young to be an Ensign. Tell me, how did you manage that?" The older woman smiled as she leaned closer to listen.

Meanwhile, down in Engineering, Data found himself thinking of the young girl. He had been quite intrigued by her and his mind kept wandering back to what she had said. 'Maybe you're just a lot more human than I expected.' That's what she had told him, perhaps his efforts to be more human have been paying off? He should probably get Geordi's opinion on the matter.

"Data, are you alright? You look a little out of it." Came the voice of the Chief Engineer in question, snapping him out of his thoughts. "I believe I am functioning within normal perimeters Geordi. However, I do find myself to be somewhat distracted." At this, Geordi snapped his head up to look at him. "Distracted? By what, Data?"  "I have found myself analyzing an earlier interaction with a crewmate."  This caused Geordi to raise an eyebrow before questioning him further. "Which crewmate?"   The android quirked his head to the side before answering. "I am unsure of her name, but she is the directionally challenged Ensign who got lost on her way to sickbay earlier. I find her to be quite intriguing."  

"So what is it that happened that you keep thinking about Data?"  "She told me that I am 'more human than she expected'. This has caused me to hypothesize that perhaps my endeavors to become more human have been effective." Geordi chuckled, a smile gracing his lips. "Well Data, I think you're right, you're always getting more human each day."  Data processed this for a moment before quirking the corner of his lip into a slight smile.

"And then I got assigned to The Enterprise and that's how I got here." Kasey finished, recounting the last of her story to Guinan. "Wow, that's quite the experience." She smiled, raising her eyebrows briefly. "Kasey, have you met with the ship's counselor yet?" "I didn't know there was a counselor." The Ensign raised an eyebrow. "Well there is, she's right over there." Guinan paused to point at a pretty, young woman with black curly hair.  "Her name is Deanna Troi, why don't you go on over and say hello?" She gestured for Kasey to go talk to her.

The blonde cautiously made her way over to where the counselor was sitting. "Hi, I'm Ensign Kasey James, you're the ship's counselor right?" She introduced herself, awkwardly fidgeting with her thumbs. The woman smiled. "Yes, I'm counselor Troi, please have a seat Ensign."        She mumbled a soft thanks before sitting down across from the counselor. "How are you liking the Enterprise so far, Ensign?"  "I uh, It's um— It's nice." Kasey managed a stuttered reply, cursing inwardly. 'It's nice'!? What a dim-witted reply, it's no wonder people don't think you're grown up enough to be here.  "I can sense your anxieties Ensign." The counselor smiled softly. "Is there something in particular that you want to talk about?"  "Well.." She let out a sigh. "There is one thing, but it's not really important. It's silly really."   "If it's bothering you Ensign, then I don't think it's silly."  

The Ensign bit her lip slightly, sighing. "I mean, I guess I just sort of feel like I don't belong here."  "How come?"    "I don't know... I mean, I'm just a kid. Am I really good enough to be an engineer on a starship?" She paused a moment, a frown on her features. "I hear some of the other crew whispering about me sometimes. About how I couldn't possibly be smart enough to be here at my age, and that I probably bribed my way here." She finished, pressing her lips into a thin line. "Well Ensign, the fact that you're here proves that you're plenty smart enough. And I'm sure you wouldn't be able to bribe your way into the Enterprise even if you tried." The counselor chuckled. "My advice is to try your best to ignore their whispers for now and prove them wrong through your actions, show them that you're smart enough to help get this ship through her worst of times. And Ensign, age does not equal knowledge." The counselor concluded, a delicate smile gracing her lips.

Kasey smiled, an awkward, but genuine smile. "Thank you counselor Troi, that actually really helps a lot." She smiled back. "I'm glad I could help Ensign." The counselor looked at her watch for a moment. "It's been a pleasure meeting you Kasey, but I'm afraid I have an appointment in just a few minutes." She chuckled, standing to leave.   "Of course, it was a pleasure to meet you as well counselor." The blonde nodded in response.

After the counselor left, Kasey stood, wandering back to her place at the bar. "How did it go?" A familiar voice spoke, causing the Ensign to look up from the counter. "It went surprisingly well, I feel a bit better about everything now." Guinan smiled. "I'm glad to hear that. Can I get you anything Kasey?" A thoughtful look washed over the girl in question, as if she was debating something.  After a moments thought she came to a conclusion. "Um chocolate milk please." she mumbled bashfully, a delicate, rosy blush painting her cheeks. This caused the older woman to chuckle before going to retrieve a chocolate milk.

Geordi and Data arrived at Ten Forward, chatting about the day's earlier events. Geordi scanned the room, only half listening to Data's babbling, when he spotted Kasey at the bar. "Data, look, It's that 'directionally challenged Ensign' you were talking about earlier." He gestured in her direction, causing Data to turn his attention to the girl in question. "Why don't we go on over and say hello? It's her first day so she probably hasn't met many people yet." Data simply nodded in agreement, following Geordi to the bar where the Ensign was.

Kasey was cheerfully chatting away with Guinan, a pleasant contrast to her earlier bad mood, when Geordi and Data approached the bar, sitting on either side of her. Kasey managed a quick glance to both of them while Guinan greeted them. She had smiled at them fondly, she seemed to know them pretty well. Maybe they come here often, Kasey pondered to herself, sipping on her chocolate milk.

Geordi nudged the Ensign gently. "I don't think we've formally introduced ourselves, I'm Geordi La Forge and this is Data." He smiled. Kasey glanced at the two of them again, remembering the incident from earlier. She gave an awkward chuckle. "I'm Kasey It's uh nice to meet you." The Ensign fidgeted with her thumbs, wanting nothing more than to get away from this awkward interaction. "So Ensign, I'm surprised you managed to find your way to Ten-Forward, how did you do it?" He smirked, chuckling. Kasey pressed her lips into a thin line. "I was just wandering, I didn't even know this place existed." She remarked dryly. She was getting more exasperated with the Chief Engineer with each passing second.

"Now now, don't pick on Kasey." Guinan placed Geordi's drink in front of him. "She's only been here for half a day, you wouldn't want her to put in a transfer request already, would you?" The woman chuckled, leaning on the bar counter. "Oh alright Guinan, I'll play nice." Geordi snickered, taking a sip of his drink. "Do you want another drink Kasey?" Guinan asked the Ensign who was now toying with the straw in her empty chocolate milk glass. Kasey looked up from her glass, mumbling a soft 'yes please'. The woman smiled at her timidity, heading over to the replicator to get another glass of chocolate milk.

Half an hour passed, along with several failed attempts from Geordi to start a conversation.

("So Ensign, how old are you?" "14." -- "How did you manage to get to be an engineer that young?" "long story, maybe i'll tell you someday" -- "Geordi i do not believe the Ensign wants to talk" "wow Data what would possibly make u say that its not like shes been shooting down my attempts to make smalltalk" "but Geordi??? That is literally exactly what she is doing???")

"Ensign, are we making you uncomfortable?" Data finally spoke up, raising an eyebrow. Kasey turned her head to Data. "Honestly? Yeah, but I've been uncomfortable almost the entire time I've been here." She took a long sip of her chocolate milk. "Would you prefer if Geordi and I left you alone?" The android tilted his head. "Yes but like, it's fine. I have to get used to being around my coworkers sooner or later." The Ensign sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. Geordi raised a brow. "So does this mean you're gonna tell us how you got here?" He smirked. "I too would like to know." Data looked at her curiously. Kasey rolled her eyes in exasperation. "Fine." She sighed, beginning her tale of how she came to be here.

Hours passed. Kasey finished her story, They all talked for a while, Geordi left to get some sleep, and Data rambled on about something technical, as Kasey listened intently.

Kasey stood up from her seat, only to stretch her legs, as Data finished his ramble. "Ensign?" The android quirked his head to the side. "May I ask you a question?" "Sure, ask away." The Ensign leaned on the bar counter as she stood. "I have been thinking about what you said earlier, that I am 'more human than you had expected'." He paused for a moment, as if he was thinking of the right words to say next. "What is it that you were anticipating?"

"Well, when I think of androids, I think of like a robotic person that just does what people tells it to, can't think for itself, and doesn't feel anything." Data furrowed his brows, looking almost confused. "Fascinating." He whispered. "How is it that I do not fit those criteria?" The Ensign's eyebrows raised in shock. "You're kidding right?" She took a long sip of her 5th chocolate milk of the night before preparing to answer. "Well for one, you look very human. I did think you looked a bit pale but like, It's just your skin tone, people have been pale before so I just thought maybe you didn't get a lot of sun." The android listened curiously as she spoke. "Secondly, you can clearly think for yourself, nobody told to you think about what I said earlier, but you did anyway." She paused for another sip of chocolate milk. "Thirdly, It's pretty clear to me that you feel things."

Data quirked his head to the side. "But Ensign, I do not have feelings or emotions, it is not in my programming."

"What makes you say that?"

"I am unable to process such things as humans do." Kasey raised a brow as she sat back on the stool. "Well I agree with you on that note." This caused Data to furrow his brow. "Is that not contradictory to your earlier statement??" Kasey chuckled, shaking her head. "No, you see, I said you feel things, you said you don't feel things 'as humans do'. And as much as quite a few humans would hate to admit it, 'as humans do' is not the only way to experience or do something." She paused for a brief moment. "It seems to me that you process them in your own way." Data took a moment to think about this. "I still do not fully understand, what is it that causes you to believe this?" "Think of it this way sir, you enjoy the company of your friends, don't you?" He nodded, seemingly unsure of where she was going with this. "I'm no psychologist, but the way I see it, enjoying the company of a friend ultimately stems from liking that person, in a friendly manner of course, which I believe stems from a positive feeling associated with that person. However, I could be wrong, it just seems to me that if you were truly emotionless, you wouldn't be capable of enjoying the friendships you have." She finished, leaving a rather perplexed Data to process this.

"Fascinating." Data whispered, causing Kasey to smile slightly as she sipped on her chocolate milk.

It was silent for a while, but soon enough Data started rambling again. Kasey smiled, listening as he went on and on about something completely random.

An hour passed, Data was still rambling about who knows what and Kasey was standing again, leaning on the bar counter. Data paused his babbling, noting the time. "Ensign, it is 0100 hours, are you not tired?" "0100 hours? It's really that late?" The Ensign rubbed her eyes, stifling a yawn. "Perhaps you should retire to your quarters and rest."  "If I don't get lost first, that is." She snickered. Data stood, taking her by the sleeve. "I will escort you there so you do not get lost." "Oh- um I- Thanks." Kasey mumbled, her awkwardness resurfacing for a brief moment.

The two of them left Ten-Forward, Data holding Kasey by the sleeve, as they found their way to her quarters.

Data let go of her sleeve as they arrived. The Ensign sleepily punched in the code to her room. "G'night sir." She mumbled through a yawn. "Goodnight Ensign." The android's lips quirked up into a very slight smile as he went to go back to his own quarters.

Kasey closed the door behind her before wrestling her shoes off and collapsing clumsily onto her bed. She actually had a pretty good time talking with her senior officers, even if La Forge did bring up that whole getting lost incident from earlier.

One thought crossed her mind as she laid in her bed, just before she fell asleep.

She had only been here for 19 hours. But maybe, just maybe — she didn't quite hate it here anymore.

#data #oc #dataxoc #geordi la forge #deanna troi #star trek #star trek TNG

[saltyslack-toast]

#Knock The Book 2: The Devil All the Time

WELL, I MADE IT TO THE 2nd BOOK REVIEW OF MINE, MEANS THAT I’M A PASSIONATE AND PERSISTENT BITCH, PERIODT. No actually I’m just bored and got really nothing to do, so here I am making judgmental, invalid and uncritical book review just to ease my guilt for doing nothing at home (just so my mom see me working through my laptop).

Okay The Devil All the Time is actually my first English book. The story of how I got this book as a matter of fact is quite irritating and funny at the same time. My uni friend, she saw this book in a modest book bazaar near her hometown. She was reading the title and the word ‘devil’ just remind her of me, she bought it and just gave it straight to me…... I’m sad but like thankful???

It’s a secondhand and hardcover book but I don’t really mind, considering the fact that the quality is still very nice though, except the worn spots stained all over the cover that make the book looks very old. My friend bought this only for RP 25.000, yes dude you’re not misread this shit, it was THAT CHEAP (whoever sell and own this book before me, I really appreciate it). Although if you want to buy the new one, you can get this book for USD 26.95 which converted in rupiah would be RP 407.500, yeah its cost pretty fancy for broke students like us and I don’t know if the book’s supposed to be available in your local bookstore but I think you can find it in worldwide shipping online store like amazon or any other shop perhaps. The book’s cover illustrate a dying white mutt hanging on the ‘log’ and bunch of cross everywhere, the cover is actually make sense when you read the book. It published in 2011 by doubleday in United States of America. The Author is Donald Ray Pollock, and you can find the sum information about his background written on the cover, but based form the book’s cover you can also check his website in donaldraypollock.com but when I checked, I’m not sure if it’s really his website since it just like pest control website (LMAOO I HAD NO IDEA FR). Anyway,

Let’s go breaking down the book!

“… Too much religion could be as bad as too little, maybe even worse, but moderation was just not in her husband’s nature”

The whole story in this book, basically give you portraits regarding the life of lunatics in the time after WWII. Nope, there is no sums up about the events happened in that moment so chill y’all non-historical enthusiast bitches. This book gonna give you a bizarre experience reading it, the first 10 pages of this book was already psychedelic, I assure that shit. Have you watched Games of Thrones series on HBO? It’s chilling right how Ned Stark, the protagonist of the main series died in the first season???? EXACTLY that was the vibes u got after reading the first chapter and get crazier every time u read forward. By the way, this book embodied 7 chapters and 55 sub-chapters, the chapter in odd and even numbers has 2 different main focuses on each characteristic exist, here I sum it up for you:

On the odd numbers chapters (1, 3, and so on), the central story of these chapters is circling among the family of Willard Russel, his Mom Emma and Uncle Earskell and also those 2 insane peeps Roy Laferty and Theodore. Willard Russel used to be a navy army and a bit skeptical dealing with religion issues just like his uncle, but his mom has always been a devoted worshiper. Willard married to the beautiful and kind-hearted women named Charlotte and they was given a son named Arvin Eugene Russel, everything was normal until Charlotte got sick and Willard gone crazy praying to god for his wife’s recovery and poor little Arvin has to suffer the predicament by his own self. Their stories always give me religious-fanaticism-gloomy vibes (is that even make sense??). Don’t even get me started with the life stories of the two brutes-ass man, Roy Laferty and Theodore they were used to be ‘preacher’ in Emma and young Willard’s Church. Nothing I could say further because it’s gonna be a major spoiler for you, but their stories really giving you insights of how frustration and fanaticism allow people to do something beyond their common sense.

“You remember what I told you the other day?” He asked Arvin

“About the boys on the bus?,”

“Well, that’s what I meant, you just got to pick the right time”

On the even numbers chapters (2, 4, and so on), the main tales is pertaining on the journey of Handerson couple, Carl and Sandy. They were like the Bonnie and Clyde but sad and exploitative version in this book. Carl is a ‘photographer’ and sandy working as a waitress in a café called Wooden Spoon (Which the place where Charlotte used to work as a waitress and the place she met Willard for the first time as well). During summertime they got this ‘ritual’ ((but not in a religious way)) where they drive to different states and give a ride to the hitchhikers found on the way, then Carl forcefully offer them to fuck Sandy for free (HIS OWN WIFE) while he took pictures of them fucking and after that Carl kill them and take all the money those hitchhikers got in their pocket (dude I can’t even judge anything). But to be honest, I’m not a fan of these two characters because they were all so ANNOYING to death. And then there is Bodecker Lee who’s a police and also Sandy’s brother, ok that’s it, I’m not gonna give you any spoilers.

“… He went down the street and sat on a bench in a park the rest of the day thinking about killing himself instead. Something broke in him that day. For the first time he could see that his whole life added up to absolutely nothing…”

You might be confused since there are quite a lot of keen characters in this book but there’s a point where all these bitches are relating to each other, so chill y’all impatient gripe-ass. Overall, the flow of the story is undoubtedly interesting for you to keep going throughout the whole story, because every phase gonna make you wondering about next things happened to them. But, the transitions among every chapters is quite uncomfortable for me, because sometimes when the story has reached its climax there is no resolutions coming to solve the problem immediately, and you’re faced to read the new chapter with a whole different setting and characters so it’s kind of ruining the vibes and emotions the book has made me, but again this just my personal preference so please don’t judge (while everything I did right now is judging inaccurately).

“He realized that he would never preach again, but that was all right. He’d never been much good at it anyway. Most people just wanted to hear the cripple play”

However, what I like the most from this book is the deepening of every character exists is so fascinating, even for just the side or supporting character (for god sake I’m sorry idk what to called a character that isn’t the main one), for example a bus driver in Meade, Ohio which Willard talked to when he was on the way home after the war ended, the narration wrapped and portraits the driver’s life perfectly without make us bored, and there’s still a bunch of interesting narration about the life of the side characters in this book that also as odds and intriguing as the main character’s background (jesus, everything happened and everyone in this book is just so strange and peculiar I swear to god). The story finished in a most tragic-beautiful but still gloomy way, even though it’s quite predictable but still a very good closing for me personally. To be noted, on the way to the end of the story, there will be emerge another asshole priest character named Preston Teagardin, ready to shake you up until you finish the book. But still, let’s said this particular ‘last minute character’ has proving that the author is paying so much attention of how the story ended isn’t leaving any 'rush-made' impression (this shit might confused you I’m sorry my English hasn’t got any better *sorry hand sign* *sorry hand sign* *sorry hand sign*). # hashtag attention to the detail bro.

Holy crap, that’s the first time I’m almost able to cut all the bullshit I intend to bring it up here.

This book is one of my top 5 books that you have to read once in a life time (although I haven’t discover the other four, omg im sorry y’all). Little information for you that the first time I read this book (yeah I read it for quite few times) is when the campaign of presidential election era, which in Indonesia the religious are pretty sentimental issues, some of the people in my country suddenly became those annoying fanatical preachers, man I can’t stand it. And this book is just precisely relating to that condition and I get to know at least a glance of what the heck odds things happened in their minds, since you know fanaticism and stupidity doesn’t hit only on particular group of religions, race, gender or anything, we can all be stupid and brainless (especially me because I basically have no brain). There probably quite many scenes that is pretty disturbing to read (I don’t know if people could be triggered by it???? But I guess so) so yeah a bit warning. Overall, I genuinely recommend this book for you guys because every element in this book is almost perfect, the storylines, bold characters, and the RARE AND STRANGE AND SENSITIVE topic promote by the author in this novel is totally a BOOM. Don’t worry reading this book not going to give you those agnostic and atheist vibes HAHA chill I still consider myself a devoted Muslim tho (hashtag masyaallah ukthi).

By the way before I wrapped it up, I hear that this book will be made into a netflix film. WELL, of course I’m excited because the casts are so amazing, and I love Netflix adaptation and I enjoy watch movies as much as I read books (again, unnecessary information of mine *sorry hand sign*). I found that the release date is postponed from the origin plan in 15th May (which is three days ago from I posted this on my page) due to I don’t know perhaps corona because that bitch has ruined everyone in the world’s schedule, but for real I can’t find the exact information regarding to the updated release date, so while you wait the film to launch, why don’t you just go read the book first? I assure you this one not gonna give you any disappointment.

I think that would be it for this 2nd rubbish book review of mine. Although, I think I made a little progressive from the first one (OR MAYBE NOT???? I’M SORRY Y’ALL) but of course there’s still much deficiency I served. Still, I hope my writing get better in the process of making this whole novel of reviewing book inaccurately. To be honest, I wrote this shit not for getting any engagements or audience but for my own satisfied HAHA. So yeah I’m literally comfortable writing for nothing. But bitch guess what I’m just gonna keep going, until I could professionally writing and make it for a living? Well, amen for that.

Xiao, See you in Advance!

#book #book quotes #bookaholic #booknerd #book review #the devil all the time #donald ray pollock #religion #review #novel #thriller #psychological #tom holland #robert pattinson #bill skasgård #sebastian stan

[blurrymango]

Chapter One

The air was salty and chilled, a sign that it was finally the beginning of fall. PoisonBerry clutched the journey in bony hands. There was something strange about this day, something overwhelming that loomed over the vessel of the ship like a cloud. The net that had been cast in the water came back up slowly. The crew watched with anticipation as it breached the surface. What they had pulled up was not fish nor treasure, but a body. With long brown hair and scarring burns covering what surface wasn’t covered in decay. The raven-haired girl felt to her sick to her stomach at the scene before, the nauseating smell and sight quickly overtook her, her body unable to handle it as she passed out.

Maybe in another timeline he would have cared, but by the sticky-notes she had covered the pages of his book with, it was obvious she had no idea who he was, no respect for the grave in which his thoughts at. And in the pale moonlight that shined through the small window on the wall, he realized that, as well as having no respect for him, she had no respect for herself either. Greasy and unkept short black hair mocked anyone who knew her. She used to take pride in herself, inner and outer. Those once delicate and slender hands that could make or break beautiful creations were now callused and shaky. He looked away, not wanting to see her in that state any longer.

Whoever had shared this before had long since left, as he hoped he would as well. He would have thrown on whatever of the person’s clothes fit comfortably, though with his stature he was reduced to choosing whatever wouldn’t slide off his awkward body. He absentmindedly wondered how easily he would be able to get his muscle and fat back up, knowing that until his skin wasn’t trying to heal itself over layers of decay he wouldn’t be able go back on testosterone. He sneered at the thought, grabbing an empty satchel and putting his journal and some money in it.

He figured that if he were to stay on the ship that he would be interrogated or if he managed to play dead that the male members of the crew would likely try to, well, make use of his corpse’s more feminine parts. He shivered at the thought, unable to tell if he feared the idea or got excited by it. Either way he did not want to find out which. He briefly considered taking PoisonBerry with him, but not only did she not remember who he was but frankly she might as well be dead if she didn’t remember him. Plus, he was a stranger to her, and though she was never quite smart, she had good instincts. He had always admired that about her.

He was about to get into a raft when he heard a gun cock and felt cool metal against the back of his head. He could hear it now, the unsteady and ragged breath of the person behind him. She never really liked the sea air, her asthma would always act up, as it was now by how it sounded. He cleared his throat.

“Th-the-the o-o-cea-ocean a-ai-air-r a-ain’t g-goo- ain’t g-good f-for ya lungs-s, girl.” He hated his stutter, it made him sound scared, but, really, he wasn’t really feeling emotions right now. His legs were tired from standing, his tongue sandpaper in his mouth, and his entire body was sore and nauseated.

“‘S-s-sides, if y-y-ya k-killed me, I b-b-bet-betcha’ th-that ya c-capt-tin beat y-you f-f-for it, make ya c-clean up my bl-blood and gut-ts.” The coolness of the gun left, and he turned to face her. Her features were etched with anger and fear, though her long nose scrunched up with disgust. Maybe it was the smell. But when he looked into her eyes, she looked away. Those once bright green eyes that he had once stared into with mutual admiration and respect could now barely stand to look back at him. She was afraid.

“Just return what st-stole and you can leave.” She held out her hand for the item.

“Th-th-the b-bah-bag ain’t-t yours, b-b-babe.” He needed to get on land quickly, else he was going to throw up his guts into the sea.

“I’m talking about the journal.” She sneered at him. He could handle an angry PoisonBerry, and he knew had to act fast or do what she wants, or things would get violent.

“J-j-jus-jus’ t-t-takin’ back what’s-s m-mine br-bro.” His instincts acted and then the gun was in his hand and aimed straight at her head before she could register what happened.

“Y-y-y’know wh-what-t, s-s-s-since you s-so rude to your g-guest, you c-c-can t-take me to the Av-v-v-vante docks or y-you-you’ll get a f-fuck-fucking b-bull-let in ya s-sk-skull.” She was no longer rude.

It would have been silent if not for the gentle waves around them. Blitz was looking directly at PoisonBerry, studying the rowing girl with scrutinizing eyes. She used to be so different, she was so confident, hard-headed and energetic. She used to give off an air of easy-going superiority that made anyone relaxed. The person in front of him was merely a pitiful disgrace in her body, if there was a way to get rid of this thing that possessed her and bring back his friend, he would take any opportunity he got. He hated how different she was now, and it showed.

“So, uh-“

“Sh-sh-sut-shut the f-f-fuck up, p-pl-please. I-I-I’m n-not in the m-mood to t-t-talk.” The rest of the it was spent in grateful silence.

When the two arrived at the town, the sun had barely risen, yet society was already awake. The mere idea of waking up this early disgusted them both and angered Blitz, but that meant stores were open. Which meant food, and though the thought of eating nauseated him, he was hungry, and he knew just where to eat at.

He walked with a purpose, if anger could be considered one. It certainly would have been a sight to see, a corpse walking with a girl so skinny she was a skeleton, both wore ill-fitted clothing. Blitz loved and hated the stares he got, on one hand, it was attention and their gazes were fearful, on the other hand, it was attention, and they were afraid of him.

When the two reached their destination, a small café tucked neatly away in the city, Blitz was thankful that there weren’t much people. He gestured for PoisonBerry to sit at a booth near the counter. He knew the girl at the register, but something told him she didn’t remember him. Before he could order though, another familiar face rushed in, a vampire girl whose admittedly had much healthier looking skin than his, she ordered tea and coffee. He snorted at the order, knowing that it was not born of indecisiveness, but of an ideology that screamed ‘Life is boring so do what you want and if you end up buried alive or in jail then you did not party hard enough.’ Quite frankly a beautiful philosophy to live by.

“Y-you tr-tryna’ c-c-cure a h-hang-hangover?” He leaned against the counter. She looked over at him, shocked by his existence, and smirked, pulling out a thermos. She unscrewed the cap and held it towards him. The contents of which assaulted his sense of smell. The thermos contained a mix of honey, blood, and vodka.

“M-m-ay-maybe j-just stick to c-candles, A-Amber.” He told her.

“Either you’re a psychic or a stalker, either way I’m outta here.” She exclaimed, pronouncing ‘either’ both ways. True to her word, she gathered up her things and left. The girl behind the counter snorted.

“Next, I guess.” The dark-skinned girl said, a hint of amusement in her voice.

“U-uh, y-yeah, I-I’ll have a sl-slice of st-str-strawberry c-c-cake and a t-t-t-tea for my friend and I’ll have  a dou-double-ch-choc-double-chocolate-ch-chip cookie and uh, the sw-sweet-test coffee you have.”

The girl scribbled down the order with a bored expression, then her eyes flicked up and she smiled.

“That’ll be $14.42.” She stood straight and cleared her throat. “But if you can guess my name you’ll get a discount.” She smiled lazily. He might as well have, considering he knew, both her and her twin.

“I c-c-can tell y-ya more th-than th-th-that. A-al-also I’ll p-pay for the va-vampire’s drink t-too, consider-considering h-how sh-she l-left bef-fore she- before she could h-h-hers-self.”

She pretended to ponder it for a moment, then held out her hand for him to shake his. She slid the order through the little window leading to the kitchen.

“Y-your n-n-name i-is Ar-Arti-Artimes, you ha-have a twi-tw-twin with b-bl-blue e-eyes named Apollo, and-and! - y-y’all  are fr-friends and c-co-workers with girl n-named Ch-Char-Cha-Charlotte C-Cooke!” She stared at his grinning face with wide eyes.

“Go sit with your friend, your order will be out shortly.” He smiled at her, setting down $9 and going to sit with PoisonBerry.

“Wha-what are you, like, a stalker or somethin’?” She asked with bewilderment. All she got for a response was a small hum.

“Like, how do you know so much?” She rephrased. He leaned over the table at her and spoke in a low tone.

“I-I’m a g-god.” He leaned back up. “A-anyway, af-aft-ter this I f-figured we sh-should g-go v-v-visit an old f-f-friend.”

“Or maybe we should make you go get a haircut because it covers your face.” She said back. He let out a chuckle and a small glare.

A girl with skin the color of cookie dough and caramel-colored curly locks of hair walked over to them, carrying their breakfast. Charlotte Cooke, the love of his life from before death, still looked as angelic as ever. She nodded her head along with whatever was playing in her head-phones and smiled at him as she set down their food. He clumsily searched his bag for some money to tip her with.

“Well, thank you sir!” Her soft voice was music to him.

“H-h-have a n-nice d-day!” He said as walked away. The two ate in silence, PoisonBerry giving him weird looks the whole time. They finished up and left.

“Alright-t, s-s-so, I a-ain’t g-gon-na-na get my h-hair c-cut in p-p-public p-plac-ce.” He said to her as they walked down the gravel roads.

“What, so, you gonna cut it yourself?” She asked as they turned a corner. He didn’t respond, in fact, the walk continued in silence until they reached a point where gravel turned to dirt and buildings turned to trees.

“Where are you taking me?” Her curiosity was starting to turn into unease. She started wondering how much she could trust this guy. Minutes went by with no answer as Blitz lead her down a twisting path that lead to nowhere. She asked him again and he responded with aggression in his stance and an off-putting calmness in his words.

“Y-you cl-clearly aren’t c-c-com-comfortable ‘round me, y-yet you con-continue foll-follow what I s-say. I d-don’t need-need you at this point, a-at th-th-this-s pl-plac-ce.” He turned to face her, and even though his face was visible, it still just as unreadable. “Th-th-there is n-no more g-gun t-to your head-d,” he spread his arms out “and there is n-no g-g-gun in-in my h-h-hand. Ther-the-there’s n-n-noth-thing stop-stopping you fr-from-from leaving.” She looked away, hugging herself with boney arms.

“I got nothin’ to go back to if I leave.”

“D-damned if you d-do, damn-damned if you don’t. Y-you’ve go-got-t-ten this f-far, c-contin-continue, o-or not, it’s-s your ch-choice, I d-d-don’t ca-care.” He continued down the trail, and against her better judgement, she followed behind, like a dog on a leash.

The house was exactly as he remembered it. It towered over the trees and to those unfamiliar with it, they would lose more than just their path. He always loved this place, and it loves him. He could spend eternity wandering its’ halls. His house lifeless, like he had been. Yet there was someone in there. He barged in, ready to tear the place to shreds with his bare hands to find them, to find this intruder and remove them from his home like a parasite from a praying mantis. Yet there was no need to, the person was right there.

“Oh, I thought you’d be home sooner.” With pale, cubby cheeks, red eyes, and long straight blue hair, Sundae had not changed one bit. And judging by the barking corgi that squeezed through her legs to lick him, neither Sundae nor Butterscotch had forgotten him. He picked up the Brit and spun her around, the two laughing like children. Butterscotch yipped happily. He put her down, cleared his throat, and told her what he already knew.

“Blitz, trust me, I’ve been keeping tabs on our dear friends, and I know how to get their memories back. Except,” She gestured to a confused PoisonBerry, “she’s been at sea.” She walked over to the green-eyed girl and took her angular face between her hands. “Plus, she’s changed the most. Whatever made her how she was, was purely thanks to you. She’ll be the hardest to restore. But, we’ll also need her for Midnight.” She lead the two into the house.

“W-w-well, h-how we g-gonna do it?” He asked her, hands in his pockets. A thought struck him then. One that shook him to his core. Had his brother forgotten him? Did his sister forget him? His head was clouded, his ears rang, and nausea consumed him.

“Blitz!” Sundae caught him before he fell. She looked to PoisonBerry. “Well come on then, help me out here.” The raven-haired girl hurried to them.

“What’s wrong with him?” She asked frantically. Sundae simply looked at her. “Is-is he having a stroke?”

“What- No. He, he’ll be fine, he just passed out.”

Blitz woke up a day later. Nausea filled his head and couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, he was numb and in pain all at once. He tried to scream, yet all that came out was blood and bile. He managed to lean over when he threw up. He knew it might be getting on his carpet, but at the moment he didn’t care. After emptying the contents of his stomach and lungs, he regained his senses a bit. His head pounded, and his body felt like it was on fire. He stumbled out of bed, thankfully not stepping in vomit, and limped to the bathroom. He fumbled around the mirror cabinet until he found his meds. He swallowed them along a mouthful of sink water. The room smelled like death, he smelled like death. He tore off the stolen clothes, grimacing when pieces of flesh went with it. He noticed now how his hair was in such a bad state. The brown locks were greasy, tangled, and covered his face. His skin, normally just pale and scarred, was covered patched of green and yellow rot.  He stumbled to his bathtub, turning the faucet on scorching hot and dumping an entire bottle of soap in it. He got in and dunked his head under, too. He felt his hand around the floor and found scissors and a comb. With shaky hand he began to cut and comb his hair. By this point the tub was beginning to overflow, but he didn’t care because there was a drain beneath it. Then he bathed himself. He scrubbed until the blistered. He didn’t want to leave this heavenly scorching heat, but the feeling of unease made him leave.  He turned the water off, unplugged the drain and went to the mirror. Eyebags, chapped lips, and a big nose greeted him. One eye was icy blue while the other nearly blind. His teeth were yellow and uneven, but he didn’t care as long he had them. He scowled at his reflection and left.

He combed his fingers through freshly cut hair while trying to recall the events of the past, what, day? He’d never been good at keeping track of time. He put on some baggy dark clothes and taking the vomit filled bucket, opened his window and dumped the bile out. Satisfied, he went to his desk and opened his journal. He scowled at the sticky-notes and carefully peeled them off the pages and threw them away. He flipped to a blank page and began writing.

Either he blacked out or zoned because when he opened his eyes the room was filled with the warm glow of the afternoon. He stretched his hands over his head and his stomach growled under his sweater. He groaned as he left the room. When he got to the dining room with a box of cereal, he saw Sundae surrounded by pictures and papers. He spotted his camera on the table, a cheap little thing he bought with what little money he had when he was a kid. His most prized possession, and Sundae kept it. He was overjoyed until she spoke.

“Blitz! I know who we’ll bring back first.” The black-clothed girl had only just noticed he was there. She picked up a photo of two girls dancing together under the un, not a care in the world. He remembered that day, he and Luci, a werewolf girl, had met Amber. He took the picture when the two were dancing to some upbeat jazz song that came on his radio.

“Wh-which one? He asked, hoping it would be Amber, as she might be easiest to find.

“Why not both? I know where they live.” Oh right, Blitz forgot she’d been stalking their friends while he was dead. This would be easy, they could get most of them done in a day. He gathered the materials they’d need, got PoisonBerry, and set off in a carriage to town.

Amber had a small apartment full of takeout boxes and unlit candles everywhere. The place was a mess and Blitz almost felt bad until he remembered that when he first met her she had been living in a doomsday bunker under a field. The curtains were closed, and the place was dusty and smelled like blood. Suddenly, the door slammed shut behind them and the candles were lit. A figure cloaked in shadows stared them down with glowing red eyes.

“A stalker you are, you should have stayed watching from afar.” Amber stepped into the dim light. PoisonBerry hid behind Sundae who stood straight-faced with her arms crossed. Blitz stepped forward, and of all the scents in the room, there was no cinnamon. The one missing was in his satchel. He pulled it out with a box of matches. He lit the candle right as the vampire struck. Fangs almost in his neck, she went limp in his arms and the light became blinding.

When their eyesight came back to them, they were under the warmth of the sun. Tendrils pure light came from the vampire’s chest. And with a burst of light, she awoke in his arms as the sun set. She let out a breathy laugh as she looked up at Blitz’s bewildered face. She cupped his face in her hands and kissed his cheek.

“Good ta’ see ya again, amigo.” She looked around and hurriedly sat up. “Where is our wolf?” She looked to him. Sundae cleared her throat and dusted herself off, leaving a shocked PoisonBerry laying in the grass.

“Your friend is in the circus, and the circus will be in town quite soon, just in time for the full moon. And since she joined recently, they have no idea.” She spoke

“S-so, what, she g-gets t-ta’ t-t-town, and w-wolf’s-wolf’s out t-to pl-play. A-and b-b-boom, j-just like-just like th-that, e’eryone’s-s d-dead.”

“Yep. So, if we don’t want a massacre on our hands, we gotta get her back quick.” Sundae stated.

When they got back home, Sundae and PoisonBerry started cooking, and Blitz and Amber started planning.

“So, as a wolf, they ain’t gonna be able to contain her. She’ll escape and look for a place where she can alone.”

“R-right, s-so we gotta-gotta he-her.”

“Do we got anything that’ll do anything like that.” Amber asked him.

Blitz went to his closet and pulled out a long chain.

“That’ll work.”

That night Blitz didn’t sleep. He thought of all that could go wrong and of his brother and sister. He had no idea if they remembered him, if they even still alive. Though he hated it, he was human, and humans feared the unknown. If his brother continued down his path of assassination, Blitz had no of knowing. Eventually, he gave up on sleep and decided to write instead.

He soon found that writing was a great way to pass the time when he heard birds chirping. Yet, right when he was going to leave the room, his body shut down. When he awoke it was obvious that his surroundings were not based in reality. The grass was a deep red, and thorny vines strangled anything that wasn’t grass. The sky was pitch black, yet in the great nothingness it seemed to all flow towards a single point. He followed the hypnotic movement of the inky nothing, each step calming and his movements languid and heavy. Eventually he found it, or rather, himself. The picture perfect of image of a younger version of him surrounded by sunflowers.

“Why, why do you put them through this? All you do causes them to suffer.” He scowled at the child, it’s voice alien and unnerving to him, its words dripping with poison. He stalked toward the child, it’s hair a blonde and tangled halo that he wanted to rip out.

“I don’t recall even speaking at such an age, child.”  He hissed, circling around it, ignoring how weird his voice sounded. “Why is it that you’ve summoned me back to the realm make-believe? To gloat about your pureness, your virginity and innocence? That won’t last you very long, you know?” His voice echoed in the small infinity.

“Nothing I do will lead me to becoming you.” It sneered at him.

“And yet, here I am, all you are is a reminder of the purity I lost, the innocence that got stolen from me.” The world vibrated and shook with every word he spoke, the sky melting into the ground, leaving an inky void everywhere. “I hate dreaming, y’know. And you, we, I hate being alone. And my friends keep me from loneliness, and you’re keeping me from my friends.” The last thing he saw was that child’s damn face, mocking him, and contorted in fear. It was an ugly sight, one he was glad to leave. Though when he came back to the real world, there was an overwhelming urge to leave. He wanted to leave. The thought had not yet crossed his mind before now, and it sickened him. Leaving meant all of his progress would be wasted. Leaving meant abandoning his friends. All those forgotten memories, wasted. Yet, he knew he would prefer for them not to know. As he packed his bag, every fiber of him screamed at him not to leave. He found himself unable to scream back. He left his home behind him, a weight lifted off his shoulders and a sickness in his gut. No one knew he was leaving. Except for PoisonBerry, who followed close behind him like a dog.

He took the long way to the docks on purpose, not wanting to go through the sunflower field. A small voice in his head told him wouldn’t be able to avoid it for long. He never could. When he got to the docks, the voice screamed at him to go back. The pirate ship he had left was there, crew members guarding his only escape. He heard a whimper behind him. Of course she was here, of course she followed him, she always did and now she was going to die. He tried to hide her in the forest edge, but it was too late. The captain, who he faintly recognized as PoisonBerry’s sister, spotted them. She called out to them, forcing them to step onto the docks, and right into their clutches.

“Well, ain’t this an odd sight, a corpse and skeleton.” The blonde walked to the pair, crew following behind. Their weapons were drawn and there was murder in their eyes. Frankly, Blitz was unaffected. It all happened so suddenly, one minute they were staring the others down, the next they were in a crate, being thrown into the ocean. Water was filling the space as they sunk. PoisonBerry was panicking, pleading, screaming tothe gods to save her. The only answer she received was the rush of water.

“Pray-prayer is f-f-futile, the-th-the gods-s are f-f-forbidd-den to answ-swer. W-we are al-l-lone in oc-cean and th-they m-might a-as w-well be d-d-dead to- to us.” His voice shook with irritation and his body shook with fear.

“This—This is all your fault! I’m going to die and it’s all thanks to you!” She screamed with rage. Hands flew to her mouth.

“Y-you’re the o-o-one who f-f-fucking f-followed m-me.” There was a shift in the pitch, he could see her eyes.

“You held a gun to my head!” Brighter. “You made me leave with nothing but the clothes on my back.” He could see tears now, glowing, angry tears. “And even when you did give me a choice, my only options were you or being lost and alone!” Brighter still, he could see everything in the box. “I-I chose—I chose you.” The green light became blinding, his ears rang, and his head ached, yet he didn’t look away.

“Welcome home, Nat-Natalie.” He whispered and closed his eyes. He felt bony arms around him, wetness forming on his sweater and sobbing in his ears. He cried too and clung to his friend like a child. “Y-you’re back—you—you’re back. You’re c-come back—come back to—to me!” They held each other tightly as if either one were to let go, the other would fade away. She pulled back from him.

“Midnight! We—we gotta get Midnight!” She stood up. He looked around, sunflowers surrounded them, and they stared only at him, judging, mocking. He closed his eyes.

“I-I g-guess Amb-ber and S-sundae got—got Luc-ci handled.”

The shewolf snarled in her cage as people began surrounding it. They took pictures and laughed at the beast. In the crowd came a loud noise. It progressively got louder as people started clearing away. Amber walked to the cage and placed the trumpet down. The wolf growled at her.

“They got cha’ caged up like some type o’ beast, huh.” She reached her hand into the cage and opened it. The wolf put her paw on the human’s hand.

On the other side of town Blitz and PoisonBerry dragged a blonde girl up a cliff. She was tied up and screaming muffled cusses and curses through the improvised gag. They made it to the top where the ritual was waiting. Blitz waited with the now panicked girl as PoisonBerry picked up a leather-bound book. Blitz shoved Midnight, the blonde, into the circle of mushrooms.

“Fe lat me hahn se fuite nam!”

The circle burned with a bright light and the witch was restored. The ropes had been burned off and Midnight stood. The lovers locked eyes.

“PoisonBerry?” She asked, her accent thick with emotion. Tears welled up in their eyes as PoisonBerry ran to her shorter counterpart. They fell to the ground, holding each other tightly and whispering to each other in their native languages.

Blitz watched on, breathless. It was like he had been a man dying of thirst, seeing this scene of two soulmates coming together was like gulping down water. It hurt like hell going down, yet the refreshing cold numbed it, making him forget everything else, if only for a second. He felt around his scarred neck for a piece of worn string. He found it and clutched the two rings tightly.

He once wrote in his journal about their dynamic. “Visually, they’re opposites. PoisonBerry is tall and almost concerningly thin, with eyes angled in a permanent scowl, pointed ears and nose and a sharp and angular jaw. Her body is boney and pale, her nails bitten down to the nub. (likely a habit she picked up from Blitzs brother) Midnight on the other hand, is short and curvy, with tanned skin. (Blitz’s brother would say she’s “thick”) Her jaw is square with an upturned nose. Her eyes are big and squared off, eyes burning with a bright orange-red flame that held so much passion. So, soft curves and boxy features stood in high contrast with angular and cat-like sharp features. They dress differently as well, yet both seem to have a strong preference for stripes. Midnight wears a lot of black high-waisted skirts and shorts, with flowing short-sleeved shirts, black and blue being her main colors. PoisonBerry wears mostly tight-fitting dresses and sleeved cloaks, blacks, reds, and purples dominated her choice of color, with the occasional splash of green. Visually, they’re opposites, but they’re both filled with a passion for life that I could never hope to have.” (frankly, he used to be jealous of that when he was little, now he doesn’t feel much about it)

When the three of them got back to the house they were met with a vampire, a werewolf, a demon, and an invitation to a masquerade. The group said their hellos and discussed dinner plans. (Lucy glared at Midnight the entire time, silently nodding along to the conversation) Blitz pointed out the moon hanging above and made them agree to have a big breakfast in the morning. While everyone else slept, Blitz fought to keep his closed. The invite they had gotten left a bad taste in his mouth. The invite had been handwritten in a script that he could barely read, fancy lettering with unnecessary loops and curves, but he knew exactly who wrote it. The invite was from his half-sister, somewhere in the back of his mind, he wondered if his brother had gotten an invite too. He really hoped not, their half-sister had put them through hell when they were kids, leaving them with invisible scars and (thankfully only on Blitz) actual scars too. So, for her to even think for a second that Ty would go was idiotic. He sat up in his bed, wanting to vent his anger out. He opened his curtains to let the moonlight in, lit a candle, and went to his desk. He opened a drawer, one full of gears and nuts and bolts and other bits and scraps he collected over the years. He set some of them on the desk, stared at them for a bit, hoping inspiration would come, then put them back. He opened another drawer and took out his journal. (he had made it when he was very into book-binding, plenty of pages that could act as whatever he wanted) He started taking an account of all that happened since he last wrote. He loved writing, it was a good way to clear his head and keep track of important and not-so-important details that he would surely forget otherwise. It was a way to escape reality, if only for a sec. And this time, escapism worked well, because before he knew it the sun was rising, his candle had melted into a pool of wax and there was knocking at his door. Sundae entered and then gagged.

“Smells like rot in here.”

He turned his chair towards her and lifted his bare arm, covered in varying levels of decay and scars, then gestured to himself, in a similar state.

“S-s-sund-dae, my-my b-body’s m-m-m-mending, it w-won’t- it’s-s gon-gonna t-take awhi-whil-le t-till it’s heal-healed.”

Sundae hummed and stepped in, closing the door behind her.

“Seems as though we’re the only ones awake, well, Amber might be, but who knows with that girl.” Sundae told him. Blitz made a gesture that said ‘well, you know her.’ Sundae hummed in agreement, leaning against the wall where the sun illuminated her features, giving her an almost angelic glow. Ironic, considering the two rather prominent dark red horns sticking from her forehead.

“Y’know, I found PoisonBerry and Midnight curled up together, making up for lost time, I suppose.” They laughed quietly to each other. (Blitz’s ended with a rather nasty cough) He walked to his dresser and took some dark colored clothes from the pile next to it. A quick sniff determined they smelled better than he did. He was buttoning up his shirt when it hit him.

“The-the i-i-inv-v-vite, M-mint s-s-sent-t it h-here, t-to us—to y-you! Sh-she re-rem-rem—she—she kn-knows you.” He curled up into himself. “Sh-she remem-remembers wh-who we are.” He whispered.

Sundae approached him carefully, acting as though he were a wild animal. He knew it was unintentional, but when the look in her eyes went from friendly to cautious, it stung.

“Blitz, relax, you’ll be ok. If anything happens, I promise it won’t happen to you.” She was trying so hard to be comforting, but in his mind, that promise was empty, it twisted like a viper in his thoughts, mocking and tormenting and cruel and manipulating. He knew it wasn’t, Sundae has always been his most trustworthy friend, but he couldn’t help it.

Slowly they stood together, and with shaky hands, he got dressed, slowly, but still.

They eventually got everyone up and ready. (PoisonBerry made the process more difficult than needed, but still) Blitz suggested they go to Pepper’s café. The walk there was peaceful aside from Blitz’s occasional coughing fits. As the group was walking in, someone walked out. The person rudely bumped shoulders with Amber, calling her a deadbeat lawyer. Blitz saw red. He told the group to go head inside and order. Reluctantly, they agreed. (though PoisonBerry sensed a fight and wanted to join, Midnight glared her down till she went with the rest of the group) He glared at the stranger. The person was, to put it simply, jacked. He had at least a head on Blitz, then again, most people did. (stunted growth along with being biologically female will make you shorter than most other guys) To anyone else, the person seemed to have the upper hand, but Blitz wasn’t planning to fight. He shoved his hands in his pockets and snarled at the stranger.

“I-if we were-weren’t-t i-in p-publi-lic I-I’d b-beh-head you.” The person snorted with laughter in response and Blitz lost control. He lunged at the stranger, his mind far away while his body acted on its own. He felt familiar arms wrap around him, pulling him back. The stranger’s face was a bloody mess. Taking one final look at Blitz, the stranger ran.

“Sir,” he looked up at the voice, and stared into aqua eyes. “I don’t tolerate violence at my establishment.”

“Sorry about him, he’s” He looked at Sundae, her hands in her coat pockets and her eyes filled with shame and embarrassment.

He pushed himself from Pepper’s grip and looked at her. Concern and anger were etched into her features. He dug around his jacket pocket and pulled out two necklaces that were tangled around his fingers. He opened his hand, palm facing down, and the sun and moon pendants glittered in the sunlight. He took Pepper’s hand and placed the necklaces in her palm.

“I-I—uh—h-hope this—th-this m-makes up f-for—for wh-what I-I’ve d-d-one.” He disconnected his hand from hers and nodded towards the door. He and Sundae walked in and sat down at the booth with the others.

“S-s-so, you-you’re law-l-lawyer?” He asked Amber, to get rid of the silence. She laughed, and time seemed to move again.

“Yeah dude, a good one, at that!”

“So, like, is candle-making a hobby or somethin’?” PoisonBerry asked, confused by the new information.

“I think she became a lawyer when her memories were false.” Midnight interjected. The conversation continued while Blitz and Luci stayed silent. Well, at least he was paying attention, Luci was chewing on the napkins. C.C. arrived with their food and drinks and Blitz locked eyes with her. He swore he saw some of recognition there. She smiled at him as she left, and he smiled back.  He saw Pepper rush into the kitchen while they ate. He didn’t expect her or her twin to get their memories back for quite a while, as even when he came back from the dead the first time it took a while for them to remember.

Then the bell jingled, and a lady came in who was obviously trying to conceal her identity, yet even with sunglasses and a hat, he knew who she was. He could smell not only the fear and anxiety radiating off her, but also the faint stench of sulfur. Her name was Lola Viper, and in her hand she held an invitation.

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Freezing Rain

For @voltronwhumpweek2017!

Day Two: Hypothermia 

Summery: Lance couldn’t pass up the opportunity to jump around in the rain again, despite it being a little on the cold side. He should’ve checked with Pidge about it, first.

Ship: Klance

Word Count:1890

Extra Note:f For this story I made up a planet! The planet is named Lackto (Lack- toy) and the inhabitants are Lacktoians (Lack-toy-an-s) That’s it, enjoy! :^)

"Is that what I think it is??" Lance all but yelled through the com waves as he, Keith and Shiro Hunk and Pidge entered the orbit of yet another planet sending out distress signals. As the five lions approached the ground, Lance felt something all too familiar begin to lightly pelt Blue. Lance swore if he wasn't needed for the most important duty of being (arguably the best) paladin of Voltron and chasing Galra away from this planet to free its inhabitants, he would've cried.

Rain. God, Lance had missed rain so much.

"Pidge, this is actual water, right? Not some kind of acid or poisonous mystery liquid, right?" Lance asked, hoping her lion would be able to give them some information on what was falling from the sky (besides them, obviously.)

".. My scanners are telling me it's plain old H2O Lance."

"Are you serious?? Really?? Thank you, Lackto!" Lance shouted, practically jumping up and down in his seat.

"Stay focused Lance," Shiro's booming voice brought Lance back to reality, though Lance was sure he could hear the smile in his voice. "We can play in the rain once we free this planet of the Galra."

..Did Shiro just say ...Play? In the rain??

Lance was going to make quick work of this mission. There was so much more at stake here, so much more than Lance had anticipated. I wanna play again..

"Lance, can we please call it a day already?" Keith called out, irritated. The Galra were forced off this planet hours ago, and Lance has been playing in the rain ever since. Team Voltron had exited their lions, and Coran and princess Allura had come out so she could address the Lacktoians and recruit them in their fight against Zarkon. But instead of Lance hanging around with the attractive Lacktoians like everyone presumed he would, he ran off and started playing in the rain with the young children.

At first, everyone had to admit it was very cute. Lacktoian children were tiny, and Lance was having the time of his life playing with them and climbing around on Blue. But everyone had slowing realizing that they had enough. Well, everyone except Lance.

"Lance, as much as you love these kids and their planet, it's freezing." Keith tried to explain. He and Shiro were standing inside Red's mouth, who was keeping them warm. They were on "Watch Lance" duty. "How are you not cold? You're always complaining you're cold!"

Lance rolled his eyes as he splashed in another puddle. "Maybe it's because I'm running around having fun and you're just standing there!" Lance picked up a small Lacktoian kid and threw her up in the air, his face lighting up when he heard her giggling. "And besides, the coldest it can be out here is 32 degrees, otherwise it'd be snowing. Because that's when water freezes. Duh." Lance explained condescendingly.

"I'm not too sure about that." Pidge's voice said skeptically through the coms.

"Excuse me?" Lance began, hoisting two Lacktoian kids onto his back. "Pidge I know what temperature water freezes at, thank you very much. I'm stupid but I'm not that stupid." He chuckled as he began running around, letting the kids pretend he was Blue and they were his paladins. Keith smiled the smallest bit. He'll hand it to Lance, that is adorable, not matter how fed up he is with him at the moment.

"No no, Lance I'm not attacking your questionable intelligence right now." Pidge answered. Lance frowned, and Keith burst out laughing while Shiro spared a chuckle. "I noticed it was really cold on this planet, so Coran and I ran some tests on it. Turns out the water molecules from the sample we took move much more rapidly than just plain old H2O from earth." "You told me this was plain H2O Pidge!" Lance shouted, a feeling of betrayal spreading through his chest.

"I know, I know but that's all that came up when Green scanned it."

"So what else did you find out, Pidge?" Shiro asked, removing the glove of his armour and reaching out to let some water fall on the palm of his hand. He retracted almost immediately.

"The water on this planet freezes at a temperature of negative 79.6 degrees." Pidge explained. "I think we should get Lance into the castle and warm him up." Before Pidge could even finish her sentence Keith was running out to drag Lance inside the castle.

"Lance we wanna keep playing!" A few Lacktoian kids cried.

"Don't worry guys, I'll be back another day, I promise." Lance said, placing the two kids he had on his back on the ground. They waved and ran back to their parents, and Keith wrapped his arms around Lance and started leading him to the castle. His eyebrows knit together as they started walking.

"Lance you're shivering really hard." Keith sputtered in surprise. Lance leaned his head on Keith's shoulder tiredly. He tried to laugh."

"I guess I w-was having so much f-fun I-I didn't n-n-notice." Lance could barely talk his teeth were chattering so violently. Lance stumbled and Shiro ran over quickly to help Keith get him into the castle.

This was bad.

"Can't we just put him in a pod? He's miserable." Hunk observed as he took the cup of Altean tea he had made for him out of Lance's trembling hands so he could lay down his bed in the med bay.

After getting Lance back into the castle everyone worked quickly to try to get him warmed up. They didn't realize how serious his condition was until they took off his armour to find that his lips, fingers and toes were blue. Though Coran and Allura didn't see the problem with this at first, the rest of the paladins were quick to inform them how bad it was.

They put him in his softest, warmest pajamas, his sweater, and wrapped him in two soft, thick blankets, and he was still shivering violently. Keith, who had been sitting next to him since they got him back in the castle, was holding his hand. It was cold and no matter what Keith tried to do it would not warm up.

If anything it felt like it was getting colder.

Coran, who was teaching Pidge and Shiro how to read the Altean device monitoring his vitals, shook his head.

"The pods work by cooling the body to heal wounds." Coran explained. "Cooling his body seems to be quite counterproductive at this point, I'd think"

"And look at his heart rate." Pidge said, pointing to the line jumping up and down on the screen. It was slow and couldn't quite hold a steady beat. "If he gets any colder it might just stop altogether."

"I didn't mean put him in there to freeze dry him, I meant what if we could find a way to make the pods heat up instead of freeze?" Hunk clarified. Coran and Pidge shared a glance.

"It has never been done before, but it's worth a shot." Coran agreed. He and Hunk started towards the room containing all the pods. Pidge looked up at Shiro before she followed.

"If he starts going south, come get us right away." She explained in a hushed voice.

"Don't y-you mean, N-Nor-th-th?" Lance asked. He looked up at Pidge, eyes half lidded.

"It's c-col-d-der u-up th-the-re." Lance struggled to explain. Pidge mussed Lance's wet hair, offering him as best a smile she could offer.

"We'll get you warmed up in no time, Lance." Lance nodded and Pidge hurried to catch up with Coran and Hunk. Lance looked at Keith.

"I'm s-s-orr-y." Lance tried, his voice weak and strained. Keith brushed some hair from his face.

"Don't talk, save your energy. And you have nothing to be sorry for, you just wanted to have some fun with all those little kids." Keith did his best to keep his voice from cracking, but he hated seeing Lance like this, everyone did. Lance is always the fun, energetic person in the group, seeing him curled up into himself whimpering is hard for everybody. "We all did our job and you wanted to unwind, there's nothing wrong with that."

"Mmm" Lance grunted in response, his eyes becoming unfocused. Keith lightly tapped Lance on the cheek, silently hissing at his icy cold skin.

"Lance? Lance can you hear me?" Keith asked, to no response. He put his finger under his nose and felt nothing. Keith looked up at Allura and Shiro. "Guys he's not breathing."

"His body temperature is going down, and fast." Allura tried her best to keep her voice level, but it cracked out of fear.

And then they heard the machine flatlining.

Keith felt like he couldn't breath.

Shiro pushed him out of the way, unbundling Lance from his blankets, desperately trying to get to his chest. Keith's mind finally caught up to the situation, and he helped Shiro get his jacket and shirt off. Shiro immediately started chest compressions in an effort to get his heart to start again.

"Hunk! Pidge! Coran, we need that pod!" Keith called out. The three of them rushed into the room.

"Alright, we got it to basically do the opposite of it's intended purpose, but we're not sure how it's gonna work." Hunk explained quickly. The monitor machine beeped twice, and Keith let out a breath he didn't know he was holding when he saw the line jumping up and down across the screen again.

"Well it's all we have left." Keith grunted as he lifted an unconscious Lance from his bed and disconnected him from the machine. Everyone followed him as he rushed Lance to the pod that was glowing red instead of their normal blue colour. Keith got Lance inside and Coran shut the door. Keith stared at his friend, suspended in the pod.

"We'll have to monitor him until his body temperature is back to normal." Coran explained. "We leave him in there unattended and he could boil alive."

"I guess we're in for a long night then.." Keith whispered as he crossed his arms. He wasn't leaving this room until he knew Lance was okay.

The first sensation Lance noticed when he faded into consciousness was warmth. A radiating warmth all over his body. Then he felt a rush of cool air and he was falling, but he was enveloped in warmth again. He smiled lazily and hummed, and Keith couldn't help but smile. Shiro had pulled up a bed and Keith gently laid him down, waiting for Lance to open his eyes. Shiro went to get the others, leaving Keith alone with Lance.

"Are we in Cuba?" Lance asked, his words slurred. Keith laughed, almost sobbing when he heard Lance's voice.

"Still on Lackto. You were playing in the freezing rain, remember?. Hunk, Pidge and Coran overhauled a pod to warm you up. Shiro's getting them right now." Keith explained.

"I should've been more careful." Lance admitted, more to himself than to Keith. Keith took one of Lance's hands in his, bringing it up to his lips. "I'm sorry." Lance apologized. Keith shook his head, peppering Lance's now warm hand with more kisses. He leaned over and placed one on his cheek, welcoming the sweat that meant Lance was gonna be just fine.

"Don't be sorry. Just maybe check with Pidge before running around without your helmet on from now on. Deal?" Lance lifted his head slightly, his lips meeting with Keith's. He pulled away, but only for a second.

"Deal."

#ahh did it!!! #i wanted to go a rout that wasnt 'oh look lance fell in the water in the winter woops' #bc i saw a bunch of that and i wanted to be hashtag unique #i think i did pretty good #voltronwhumpweek2017 #voltron #klance #keith #lance #keith kogane #lance mcclain #i hope you guys like itt #my writing

[theday]

all for the ask memes k thnx, im looking forward to the quality content 👏👏👏👏👏👏

 falen already asked me some and i answered those here thank u so much 4 asking jen i hate u but also i love u

OK! Ready: are you looking forward to anything at the moment?

oh worm the new pokemon game lads

Innocent Love: do you remember your first crush? what was it like?

this made me laugh oh fuck again so i was like. 10 and i got a crush on this guy and it lasted for 3 years bc we were in the same class for the next 3 years rip me! but i was so fucking annoying honestly im so glad i managed to Not be like that again with my next few crushes though ofc i was still annoying 2 those and thankfully i am a changed person and honestly i just shouldnt have any crushes bc ill be annoying even if i have learnt from my Bad Past ufhfhhis

god this is is so embarrassing but when i was like 12 someone told him i liked him and i was like bitC????? and u kno normal drama shit my best friend at that time also liked him and i was like !!!!!! wow!!!!! ok!!!!!! and shit happened u know thank fuck i graduated from primary school and i never see them again 

i would send him like o*e dir*ct**n songs bc they had the [redacted] songs and essentially i would send him songs that made me think of him but we werent even friends so he never replied its so fucking funny im gna die i hate that im never talking abt it ever again

Morning Call: what time do you usually sleep and wake up?

its the holidays but i still sleep at 11pm lmofsinwij and i wake up slightly later at 9am it used to be 10am but i hate waking up later than 9am so

Puss in Boots: do you have any pets? (if you don’t, which animal would you want as a pet?)

i want a bird or cat or dog or fish or that!!! one!!! x animal i forgot the name but its kind of like a frog but flatter??? and it has like fins on the sides of its face??? its like :0 ?????? whats the animal someone hmu

Breathless: name the last thing that took your breath away

dare i say it?????????????????? minhyuk which one??? who knows

Polaris: name a place you’d like to go to and an idol you’d like to go there with

omg i instantly thought of amusement park bc i keep remembering the first episode of monsta x’s right now  gdhidnnj so id like 2 go with with hrmrmrmrmmm……… im gonna cry the first person i thought of was minhyuk

Growing Pains: how tall are you?

. 154 cm……….. sanha cant relate 

Confession: imagine your ub confessing to you - how would they do it?

this question is cancelled i dont have an ub and im not gonna list 18 whole scenarios 

Lonely: would you rather be alone with your ub or surrounded by your bias group?

surrounded by my bias group aka all 3 i love living the no bias life 

Star: what’s your star sign?

capricorn same as chae hyungwon and i will never shut up abt that fact bc it makes me happie

Again: top astro ships (doesn’t have to be romantic)

binu

socky

binjin???

Cotton Candy: compare any idol to a dessert 

rocky is warm like lava cake :-0 idk lmfao

You & Me: favourite line from any astro song

oooo weEEEEEEE 

but for real umMMmm i havent actually watched any lyric videos for astro lmao um,,,,,,, so easy to love you??? from csc idk its nice and i wanted to change my bio to that but thats 2 mch effort

Baby: if you could drink out of any of the dream bottles, which would you pick?

give me a second to watch th e baby mv agani 

ok itll be the aroha one bc its probably grape flavoured and the safest 2 consume

Dreams Come True: what do you wish for the most at this point in time?

have i answered this … i want day6 to win that best band performance award BLEASE i thought about how hard they worked and then saw that theyre losing and i almost cried idk much about cnblue so i cant say for sure but i know day6 and theyve worked so fucking hard this year with everyday6 and just?? holding concerts every month and!!!! fuck please if they dont win ill cry and now i just feel so fucking bad bc i couldve voted everyday but i didnt 

Every Minute: you’ve only five minutes left to live. which astro mv would you watch again?

csc bc i need to stream it…….

Lie: if you could watch astro perform one song live, which song would it be?

AGAIN

butterfly: what song do you relate to each member of astro and why?

hRMM (based on the nature of the song itself since i dont know the lyrics also assuming we use astro songs)

myungjun - cat’s eye bc of the the egg……. (also cant believe that video was a year ago tf) also dreams come true bc of his oWWEOOWOOWOoo

jinwoo - confession bc whenever rocky and jinjin rap together i live 2 see another day?? and you smile bc i love jinjins smile :_) and he was jamming out 2 it during the jincha radio 2

dongmin - who is this dreams come true because during the most recent jincha radio didnt jinwoo say smth like… eunwoo this is ur song…idk….

bin - crazy sexy cool since it was said the song was originally meant to be his solo song oh confession for bin too bc every time he says “Hey baby geu ael ijeo” i hear jelly instead thanks jinjin

minhyuk - run because rocky!!! singing!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and fireworks bc he choreographed the dance?? iirc…. fuck lets not forget every minute.. iconic.. i love his rap in it

sanha - baby bc hes a babie and he always does the soda sound and dances its so funnie and cute what a loser lmao oh or cotton candy bc the song is rly soft and cute in general??? 

ok thats all bc if i dont stop now ill never shut up….. but searching for the links made me realize how mnay songs they have that have the same title as justin b*eber like… bin please calm urself

run: who do you turn to / what do you do when you’re stressed?

when im stressed i just dont think about it LOL so in the end i dont rly talk abt the reasons for my stress????? if i do itll be 2 falen 

crazy sexy cool: attach your favourite meme of astro

i,,,,,,,,,,,,?????????? my minds blank this is too much its not rly a meme but jinwoo saying its me during that one thing is always so funny 2 me and bell wont shut up abt it so i think abt it like every day

#if u read thru all of these thank u and have an awesome day #also jen thank u so much 4 askin i caant wait for urs lmao #lvoemoonbin #asks

[v-le]

An Ugly Wall of Text from Your Average Inspirit

Hello friends, it seems as if my impulsive posts are more common than my carefully structured and articulated ones these days.

Despite being deep into Week 2 of UC right now, the past happenings with the Infinite members have pushed me to especially look for an outlet to unleash my somewhat “rampant” emotions.

Yesterday, I discovered that basically all the Infinite members (besides Sungyeol at the moment), went on an “unfollow Hoya on Instagram and delete all pictures of him and OT7” spree. As a foreword, I am not saying that I know exactly what happened, nor do I want to pose any viable answers. I simply want to talk about how this makes me feel.

First, Infinite has grown significantly, no, immensely since I first started following them around 2011. It is now almost 2018. To put this concisely, I loved them back then, and I love them even more today. I have matured 7 years since then, and so have they. There were admittedly times in between the years where I was too busy with school, too tired, just too caught up with life, to even pay much attention to them. But never once did I take their existence for granted. I had full faith (or maybe just too much hope) that they would always be there for as long as they could.

During the summer of this year, I began creating an “Infinite Appreciation Post”, which I never exactly got around to finishing due to various reasons (procrastination being the biggest one). Here is the rough draft that I had composed:

After much procrastination, I’ve finally sat down and decided to create this! My journey with Infinite literally grew alongside with my Korean music roots way back in the day. With the passing of their 7th anniversary, and their unfortunately prolonged contract discussion, I found the need to make this post hurriedly. Without further ado…

 THIS IS INFINITE

Adorkable

If you’ve watched Infinite enough on variety shows and other things, you would know that these boys are absolute goofballs. Honestly there are so many memorable moments that have made me laugh/cry, but they’re mostly from their earlier days because, yes, I admit, it was extremely hard to keep up these past 2-ish years with school & such.

A few (of MANY) favorite moments:

I’m not a monkey, but i love     banana

Jjik-jjik boy

Name all the members in     5-sec(?)

“L L L L L L !!” “.......why is     the answer L?”

INFINITE H’s Milk song

Gwiyomi Song Sungyeol Ver.

GAE SHAMPOO

Just Dongwoo laughing

Infinite watching fetus     INFINITE videos

Hoya’s eleupantery skool

   Discography

I admit that Kpop is not really my preference anymore, but when it was, Infinite’s music blew me away. Their sound back in the day was distinct, almost a sort of 80’s style twist, with consistent synths, well-structured progression, and vocals that gave a strong impact. Their songs were, and still are, nothing short of catchy. My all-time favorite Infinite song will most probably be Shot. There is not one second in that song that doesn’t sound like absolute perfection. I think it is safe to say that as of mid-2014, probably starting with Back (or maybe if we go even farther, say Destiny era??), Infinite’s tracks have transformed into mixtures of EDM and orchestral bravados(?). If anything, it is quite unconventional, quite bold, but nonetheless still  Infinite-esque, and of course, catchy.

A few (of many) honorable mentions in no particular order:

Can U Smile (Acoustic Ver.)

The Chaser

Molla

I Like You

Feel So Bad

Rosinante

Sonagi

Last Romeo

Still I Miss You

ZERO

Air

3분의1

Request

Missing You

Inception

Paradise

Hysterie

Wings

Entrust

Infinite’s (Korean) discography is probably one of the only Kpop boy band discographies that I know like the back of my hand. They have created real masterpieces.

 Performances

Infinite’s stage presence is… indescribable. Just watch for yourself. These boys know what they’re doing, and they know that they’re good at it. Whether it be intense dance routines, emotional ballad renditions, or simply a stellar title song performance, Infinite will really, truly, never fail to captivate the audience (which I have been blessed to be a part of twice back in 2013 & 2014). Also, I’d like to give special recognition to  their Immortal Songs Performances because those are on a whole other level. I always wonder, idols, or genuine artists??? Or BOTH?

A few (of many) legendary performances:

Please Don’t by K.Will ft.     INFINITE H

60 Seconds by INFINITE

Be Mine by INFINITE

Still I Miss You by INFINITE

Acoustic Medley by INFINITE

Freeze by INFINITE

Thank You by INFINITE

Sonagi by INFINITE

IS2 Faves

Busan Seagull by INFINITE H

Day ‘Till the Sun Rises by     Sunggyu & Woohyun

In the Rain by INFINITE H

By Woohyun

 OTPs

Who doesn’t love to ship a few beautiful bromances now and then? Honestly, I feel like these boys are so close that they can probably pull off an OTP with each and every member. BUT, here are some of legendary ones:

Woogyu

Myungyeol

Yadong

Myungjong

Woosoo

2Woo

Hoyeol

Gyujong

 Little did I know that a month and a half later, my world would fall apart. The key point I am trying to get at here is that, with all my heart’s devotion, with an undying burn, I supported Infinite even as the years trickled by. I missed them, cherished them, waited for them, believed in them, and thanked them. Thanked them thousands and thousands of times in my head. I knew how much it meant for a 2nd generation kpop group like them to still be alive & whole since debut, and I was so eternally thankful for that.

 I say this all the time, but I never in the slightest expected a member to leave. Not after everything they’ve been through and everything they’ve said. But knowing their personalities and their “brotherhood”, I think it’s safe to say that we all assumed they separated on more or less good terms. Especially since this decision took 3 months to come to, they probably all discussed this extensively and came to an agreement, right…?

And now, the members have explicitly shown a somewhat bold reaction by unfollowing Hoya & deleting pictures of him and the group as whole from their Instagram.

CREDITS: @NASH357_ on Twitter

I’ll say this blatantly: I get that Hoya is no longer a part of Infinite or has any association with them, but you cannot delete photos of him and the entire group as if the past seven years never happened.

I don’t know why or who (if anyone specific) was behind this, and I don’t think anyone will ever really know. Whether the members were forced to do this, and if they, in fact, still talk to Hoya on personal terms, we will never know.

However, I don’t think cutting public ties like that fixes anything. It just made me feel even more conflicted.

 The faith that I had in Infinite was overwhelming. Pardon my excessiveness, but no matter how petty or immature I sound, I want to make it clear that, yes, I fell right into their “We’ll last forever together” trap. Because why wouldn’t I? Is it me being naïve or is the world just being cruel? I think it’s the latter.

The first major emotion I feel is sadness. Pure depression. I wish every single day that all of this was just a bad nightmare. That all of this was just a big accident and that Hoya will return one day. I wish with all my heart that all seven of them are still together. That’s all I want. Together. All 7. Not 6. 7 is everything, everything is 7. But I know that will never happen, and that makes me indescribably sad.

Next, I feel like I’ve been tricked. I feel like I’ve blindly believed in the lies of boys that kept promises they couldn’t keep. I should’ve seen this coming, considering the trends of all the 2nd gen. kpop groups these days. But at the same time, no, I had way too much faith in them. I told myself they’d never end up like the rest of them. That Infinite was different. But they weren’t. They weren’t, and aren’t, different in the slightest.  I feel almost stupid, for putting so much faith into them. Why did I invest so much hope into their future? Was it even necessary? Why did I fall in so deep, when I was bound to get cut anyway? On the other hand, a perfectly reasonable answer: because I am their fan.

Lastly, I feel conflicted. I’m wavering between the urge to scream and cry, or maybe do both?? WHY? Just why? Why did this have to happen to my ultimate group? Why did I have to watch the world fall apart on August 29th, 2017? All I really know is that I miss Infinite. I miss all of them, and even though I kept repeating that phrase throughout the summer while they were taking ages to renew their contracts, little did I know that I would be saying it for the rest of eternity now.

In all honesty, I actually had a fleeting moment of thought in which I almost wanted to give up on them altogether. Not just Hoya, but Infinite, too, just all of them. I wanted to drop this Inspirit gig and completely convert to following singer-songwriters and real musicians like I basically already do. Infinite was my last kpop straw. I never ever, ever, thought I would ever think like that. I almost began to fear myself, because how could I think to throw away everything so quickly, over Instagram followings???

 In conclusion, I am clearly still not really okay. It’s been a little over a month since Hoya left, but my world is still tipped upside down. I’m still really lost, I still really miss Infinite, and I just…. I’m still really traumatized.

  But I’m sure, just like anything and anyone else, I will get over this with time. Time will fade the lines between anger and sadness and I’ll think of this event as just a bad day. Or at least I hope. I’ll get through this. And if you’re in the same boat as me, don’t worry, you will, too! And if you thought I was just plain crazy throughout this entire rant and just judged me the entire way through, it’s okay! Think what you want, but all that really tells me is that you’re not a true fan anyway :’). True fans can’t pick up their heads and smile and tell the rest of the world to get over it that fast. So please, let my lamenting self be. It’ll be okay, one day.

#infinite #hoya #inspirit #my loves #if you doubt my love for them just go look at my main blog gdi

[celestialsushi]

It’s Just Tea (Undertale Shipping Pride Month 2017, Day 9: Alphore)

(Wow, long title, lol. Anyway)

First and foremost, happy birthday to my friend, @the-intuitive-special, who started Undertale Shipping Pride Month :D This fic is primarily written for her:3 Second, Alphore (Alphys x Asgore) landed on her birthday this year and, seeing as she ships it, I thought this would be a great birthday gift for her :D I hope you all enjoy it as well!

(Honestly, this ship needs more love; it’s so cute!)

~~~

“It’s o-okay. Y-You’re fine. I-It’s just… tea. J-Just tea with… with…”

She couldn’t even bring herself to say his name. Just the thought was turning her face hot and sending her heart pounding like a madwoman. Sighing loudly, she threw herself on her bed--making sure that it was in its sleeping state rather than its storage cube state. The last thing she needed was a physical injury to add to her already frenzied mental state.

“DARLING~!” came a loud voice as soon as its owner popped in through the door. Mettaton looked around, expecting the little dino darling to be right there watching anime, but to his surprise, she was nowhere in sight. “Well, that’s odd…” he muttered. Stepping over the threshold, he began wandering around, searching for his body’s creator.

“Oh for… whyyyy him and whyyyy now…?” Alphys moaned. She grabbed a pillow and threw it over her face, screeching into it.

Unfortunately for her, Mettaton heard her distressed noises and came immediately bolting into the room. “Alphys, darling, are you all right??”

The jig was up. She threw the pillow up over her head, missing its intended spot by about a foot. “N-No.”

It didn’t take the robot long to figure out what was going on. “A date, is it? I must say, darling, that looks rather ravishing on you! It’s too bad I have way too much on my plate right now and no time for dating, otherwise I’d snatch you away in a nanosecond!”

She frowned. “Thanks, Mettaton…”

“I mean it, darling; you really do look lovely. Whoever you’re going out to dinner with is a lucky monster. Or… is it perhaps a human?”

“Monster!! Monster. Th-They’re a monster, M-Mettaton…” she said, bolting upright to quickly correct her friend. “I-I have no i-interest in h-humans…”

He flashed her an incredulous smile. “We’ll save that discussion for another day, Alphy-dear. Now then, where are you going?”

“Uh, n-not dinner, like you th-thought. I-It’s just tea…”

“Tea? Well, my my my, that DOES narrow down the list a bit.” He began pacing back and forth, watching Alphys sweat bullets out the corner of his uncovered eye. “And… this person you’re having tea with… she’s really impressed with you, isn’t she?”

“W-Wrong again, M-Mettaton…”

“You mean she’s NOT impressed with you?”

“N-No!” Alphys quickly covered up her mouth. She REALLY needed to get a hold of herself; the overreacting was way too obvious. “I-I mean… it’s not a sh-she…”

“Oh! Okay then… that definitely narrows the list down…” He continued to pace.

“Y-You know it wouldn’t have been Undyne a-anyway… not after w-we…”

Mettaton stopped and gave her a sympathetic glance. “Ah, yes, I see. Well wait, didn’t you and her meet for coffee yesterday?”

“W-Well, yes, but what else w-would crazy close friends do? Besides, we reconciled ages ago.”

“I can’t keep up with ALL the gossip, darling; touring does that to a poor, out-of-the-loop robot. But I see. And well, of COURSE you two would be ‘crazy close’, having seen--”

“Where THIS conversation is going and I’d LIKE to change the subject, IF YOU DON’T MIND…!” Alphys’ now puffed-out cheeks were a brilliant shade of ruddy tangerine.

“So,” Mettaton said, continuing on as though nothing had happened. “‘He’, huh? It isn’t…” he muttered, stopping dead in his tracks. “Darling, you didn’t finally woo the KING of ALL MONSTERS, did you??”

Just hearing the title was enough to make Alphys fall backward on her bed. After a few moments of silence passed, she sat back up, staring at the oddly silent Mettaton. “Wh-Why aren’t you making a fuss over this?”

He shook his head. “Darling, I can see that you’ve finally attained a dream of yours. For so long, I’ve heard you pine after the king. And here he is, right here, waiting just for YOU. Alphy, dear, you’ve really struck a vein of amazing luck buried deep within the crust of life’s surface. How can  I ever make light of that?”

That was oddly thoughtful of him, she mused. “W-Well… th-thank you…”

“Hey, you helped me achieve MY impossible dream. We as monsters all did, finally coming to the surface. I can’t think little of a situation like this at all, not when a dream is finally coming to fruition. So!!” He sprang to her bedside, the energy in his voice dramatically returned and increased threefold. “I am going to help you get ready for this big event! It’s your first date together, right??”

“W-Well, y-yes. A-And thank you, M-Mettaton, but…!”

“But NOTHING, darling! I shall make you the beautiful monster you are on the inside and show the entire world the TRUE Alphys! Ohh, you will be as radiant as the stars and as intense as a spotlight~!”

It was no good; he was on one of his tangents and wouldn’t be stopping anytime soon, especially not with Alphys’ lack of assertiveness. “...But it’s just tea…” she squeaked.

~~~

*Ding-dong*

It was too hot. Too hot to be standing outside in July in what amounted to a deluxe cupcake of a dress, frilly layers and fabric everywhere. And the hat, the wide-rimmed lady’s sun hat tied under her chin with a ribbon… oh, it was adorable--the whole outfit was, in fact--but much too hot for a sweltering day like this.

Alphys grumbled, muttering to herself about anime-sharing regrets when she heard footsteps behind the door. Standing bolt upright, she could feel the color draining from her face as the door opened to reveal a nicely--but casually dressed--Asgore.

“Ahh, good afternoon, Alphys! I’m…” He paused a moment, adjusting the collar of his buttoned Hawaiian shirt. “...Very glad you could make it today! Please, come in!” He stepped out of the way, gently gesturing for her to step over the threshold.

“Th-Thank you…” she murmured, grabbing some of the ample ruffles of her skirt and trying her best to keep them from falling on her face. After a little trouble negotiating the doorway, she finally made it inside, happy to be in the sweet embrace of air conditioned atmosphere.

She turned around a bit, taking a good look at her surroundings. She hadn’t been to Asgore’s apartment yet, even after a few years on the surface, but it had the same homey feeling that his house back in New Home had had. Country-like decor hung here and there on the walls, and there was the inviting scent of something having just been pulled out of the oven. She closed her eyes to take it in.

When she’d finished soaking up the scent, she realized that Asgore had… had been staring at her for the past few moments. “O-Oh!! I’m s-sorry, I probably should do something… o-or say something…”

Asgore shook his head. “Oh no, you’re fine, Alphys. I was just… I was just admiring you,” he said, clearing his throat. “That dress is rather stunning, after all.”

“O-Oh, this? W-Well, it’s kind of funny, actually. Mettaton was looking for show ideas and I ended up introducing him to this ‘Gone with the Wind’ anime, and… w-well, suffice it to say, I think he’s… he’s on a southern culture rampage?” She giggled tremulously, adjusting her glasses and swallowing a little. “B-But yeah, that’s exactly the reason I’m dressed like a southern cupcake. I have no idea how I feel about it at the moment, to be honest…”

“Not that I want to sway your judgment,” said Asgore, heading to the kitchen and beckoning for her to follow. “But I find it rather charming. It really enhances your beautiful features.”

If Alphys had been sitting on the barstool, she’d have fallen off. Thankfully, the volume of her skirt had hidden the fact that her knees had buckled a bit. Heck, even the cage under her many layers had helped keep her standing. “U-Uh… th-thank you…”

“Now then,” said Asgore, quickly turning to a pot of hot water on the stove. “What kind of tea would you like? The grocery store down the road has quite a selection, so I’ve been able to stock up on many kinds. What mood are you in?”

“You,” she muttered. Her eyes flew wide open. “I-I MEAN… I’d like whatever YOU are having, aheheh… I’m… r-really not too picky.”

She could’ve sworn she saw his cheeks redden a bit as he looked back at the kettle.

“Ah, all right. Then… I shall make us both some golden flower tea. And as we’re having the same,I’ll infuse the whole pot; it’ll save time.”

Alphys nodded absentmindedly. Had she just told Asgore she was in the mood for HIM? Was there any way to go back in time and check that for memory accuracy? Suddenly she found herself feeling like a dippy teenager in one of the many highschool love triangle anime she owned.

A few moments later, Asgore had turned around, now carrying a tray. “I was going to suggest that we sit here in the kitchen for our tea, but I realize you may have some trouble with the barstools. The living room might be a better location.”

The little monster had to snap herself out of her daze, turning to look out the way they’d come in. “O-Oh! R-Right… that should be… yeah, that should work…” She led the way out of the kitchen, marching over to one of the couches. Asgore may have been a big monster, but at least his couches weren’t too high off the ground. She did her best to climb up onto the seat, pausing a moment when she heard a loud clink coming from Asgore’s tea set. She quickly flipped around on the seat to face forward, soon realizing exactly why that noise had occurred.

In the cloud of fabric, she couldn’t see anything. Asgore, on the other hand…

She was thankful she was wearing bloomers.

“OH!” Alphys yelped. Frantically, she tried as hard as she could to push down the skirt, but all she ended up doing was flipping forward, her dress holding her dangling over the ground, between the couch and the coffee table.

Asgore quickly got up from his chair. “Alphys! Are you all right?” He stood there, looking at her like a confused puppy, waiting for instructions.

Thoughts and images of Mettaton wheeled through her mind as she cussed the robot out under her breath. He probably knew this was going to happen… somehow, he had a way of putting her in embarrassing situations. Call it natural talent or general assholery. But she should’ve realized by now that to avoid getting into an embarrassing MTT-Brand Moment™, you had to be direct, put your foot down, and just say no. ...This was, admittedly, something that Alphys needed to work on.

“Y-Yeah… Asgore… I think I’m all right?” she said, defeat tinting her voice.

“Would you like me to get you down from there? That cannot be comfortable…”

“N-No, it’s fine. I’m o-okay.” A few awkward moments of her twiddling her thumbs passed before she said, “I c-can’t reach the cookies, though…”

Smiling, Asgore stood up, gave her a small plate with some cookies, and moved to sit down on the couch right beside her. Even with the skirt-induced height, he still towered over her while standing, but while sitting, the height difference had somehow become more tolerable. “Just let me know if you’d like more; I would be more than happy to get them for you. And, of course, to hand you your tea when you’d like it.”

Alphys tried to ignore the lump forming in her throat, but no matter how much she swallowed, it stayed, and brought its lacrimal friends with it. “D-Damn it…” she muttered, trying to quickly wipe away any evidence of her sensitive nature.

Asgore gently rested a hand on her shoulder. “What is the matter, Alphys?”

She shook her head, trying to dismiss her thoughts. “I mean, I-I guess it’s insignific-cant, but… well… h-have you ever wanted something so badly, that wh-when you finally got it, you have absolutely no idea HOW you got it, and you’re worried y-you’re in some kind of dream and will lose it as soon as you… as soon as you wake up?”

The large goatlike monster nodded so gently, almost immediately upon hearing her question. “Every day.” Looking up and beyond Alphys, over to the window by the front door, he surveyed the scenery outside. “When I think of what I promised my people, and about how differently things came to be, it seems like a dream every single day.”

That made sense. He was always a benevolent king, eager to help others and really get to know them… of course he would put his people first. Even now, with no throne, he still was concerned for the welfare of all monsters.

“So I suppose…” he continued, “that I do understand how you’re feeling.” He took a sip of tea that, amount-wise, looked more like a pint from her perspective. “How about yourself? If it’s not too personal…”

Alphys shook her head. “I-It shouldn’t be… I-I mean, well, this IS a date after all, aheh… and it has to do with that.” She turned to Asgore as best she could in the cupcake dress, the mistiness of tears starting to cloud her vision a bit. “I… w-well, I can’t tell you exactly how long I’ve been in love with you, Asgore. Maybe since the first time I met you, who knows?” She paused a moment. “Oh, w-wow… this feels so weird actually saying all of this to you… like, finally, after all those times I practiced it in the mi--Uhhhhhhh you know what? I should probably get back on track…”

The former king chuckled. “It is all right; please continue.”

“Anyway, uh… y-yeah. I’m just terrified that… well, th-that this is all just s-some crazy amazing dream where I end up with one of my crushes, only to have it all ripped away from me as soon as I wake up. Silly as it is, I’ve actually started pinching myself when I get up first thing, just to see how much of all this is real.”

With a tender smile, Asgore gently cupped the side of her head with his hand. “Let me be the first to assure you that this is very real. Everything that happened last month was very real as well. And you most certainly asked me out then, too.”

Her cheeks flushed a peachy pink. Closing her eyes, she rested her tiny hand on the back of his, her fingers lost in the fluff. “Th-Thank you… just… thank you.”

“It is quite my pleasure,” he said. “If we’re being honest, I would like to think that I first had the tiniest inklings of fancying you… mmm, probably back when… when you’d been the royal scientist for not even six months.”

Alphys’ eyes flew wide open. “Th-That long ago??”

“As I said, they weren’t large feelings. But rather, tiny thoughts and musings. They weren’t allowed to grow to full fruition until you had declared your love to me after the kidnapping, but they were most certainly there.”

“B-But… what about Toriel?” The little pangolin-like monster’s eyebrows creased. Admittedly, this was a topic she was concerned about but wasn’t sure how to approach. Was now the right moment?

But Asgore shook his head. “She is fully contented where she is. If I weren’t to move on, how could I ever see myself in a healthy relationship with anyone else? With you? I can’t leave myself in that kind of emotional bondage.”

Her cheeks flushed as she viciously fought back thoughts that were decidedly inappropriate for the moment, but still… she felt relieved. “C-Can I just say… that I’m… a little more at ease after hearing you say that?”

The larger monster smiled. “Well, of course. And besides, it isn’t healthy to go into a relationship with someone while carrying extra baggage. I want to start fresh. And I would be honored to start fresh with you.”

Alphys giggled, trying to fight back a fresh batch of tears that was trying to spread down her cheeks. “W-Wow, I still can’t believe… of all people, th-that you’d choose me.”

“Ah, yes, about that…” he said, sitting up a bit. “I was going to tell you why, but we got side-tracked. Anyway, I came into the lab one day and you were feverishly typing away at your computer. I didn’t realize at the time, but you were online, writing a heated defense of your favorite anime. Um, ‘Mew Mew,’ was it?”

Her heart leapt and the tears dissipated almost immediately. “‘Mew Mew Kissy Cutie,’ yes! You remembered the title! Anyway, yes, someone was criticizing her character arc in season two and I just HAD to tell them about the sheer brilliance behind what the director was doing. It’s amazing how these people tend to miss these things; they’re just going in and looking at everything at face value!”

The warmth that manifested on Asgore’s face was impossible to miss. “And there is why I fell in love with you, even if my feelings were just beginning back then. Your notable fervor struck me that day, even if you didn’t notice I was there. You were so strong in your convictions and passionately defending them… it was quite the sight.”

“O-Oh…!” she said, averting her eyes. “W-Well… th-thank you. But really, they needed someone to put them in their place… and if someone else wasn’t going to do it to defend Mew Mew’s honor, well, I was going to be that monster myself.” She glanced down at her teacup.

Without saying a word, Asgore understood her signal, took his hand from Alphys’ cheek, and gave her the tea. As she thanked him and took a sip, he looked about, thoughtfully. “You know… we should probably arrange another date like this. I couldn’t think of a better location than an intimate setting such as my home or yours, and I would love to see this anime that you are so passionate about. Also... I am very much interested in finding out more about those two robots who were… kissing, if I recall correctly? I wonder what their story is…”

Alphys could’ve died right then and there, her only lingering regret being that she couldn’t have spent more time with Asgore. But as she was still very much alive, the regret was nonexistent. “Oh!! Yes! We can go to my place next time; I have a HUGE library that we can choose from. I’d recommend that we start with the very beginning of ‘Mew Mew Kissy Cutie,’ and then move on to ‘Kiss! Love! Robot Taisen’ right after that. They’re both REALLY good shows, but we need to skip the last episode of ‘Taisen’ because it was SUCH a letdown! I mean, after all the brilliance that was the entire show, they utterly WRECKED IT when Todosuke went and--uh, whoops, almost spoiled it! Uhhh…”

Asgore chuckled. “We should watch it soon, then.”

“Uh,” she said, unsure of what his words were indicating. “Y-You don’t mean that this d-date is almost over… do you?”

He shook his head. “Heavens, no, I am not ready for this date to end anytime soon. I just wanted to ensure that we would have a second date.”

She felt like the luckiest monster in the world. “W-Well… I’m glad, then. Because I feel the same.”

They sat in silence for a few moments, just taking the warm, sweet atmosphere in. Asgore was the first to break it, however. “So… tell me, what other anime have you shared with Mettaton? Has he gone on a kick for each of those too?”

Alphys chuckled and rolled her eyes. This was going to be a weird, convoluted story. But she knew that Asgore wouldn’t have minded at all. After all, it was her company he enjoyed, because she was who she was. And she didn’t need any more reassurance than that.

#happy birthday! #undertale shipping pride month #spm #shipping pride month #alphore #alphgore #spm 2017 #day nine #undertale #alphys #asgore #mettaton #post-pacifist #fanfic #fanfiction

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Hannah Watches LOSH - Timber Wolf

So I started to make gifs for the reviews because I found I was taking way to many screenshots in particular scenes in this episode. If anyone knows a good reference/guide on making gifs of parts of an episode with just one program that don’t stutter in tumblr and stay the same duration as the source, and the recomended sizes for images in text posts and, lemme know. I’m probably going to start assembling all images because i love them all and i hate how text posts kill the quality.

And this time I’m including the keep reading option.

Timber Wolf

The way the episodes starts off before the theme is on Rawl, focusing on Dr. Londo, and old man, with his robots, pursuing a werewolf like creature.

From an artistic standpoint, I found the planet’s environment very Halloween like. But here, writing wise, we get a dark glimpse of the show.

After the show’s theme, we cut to what is essentially a space version of the sea cucumber. Lorsax. Not sure how it’s spelled. We’ll just call it Space-Cucumber.

Lightning Lad is still the proud jock we encountered in the previous episode, as he cuts off Superman in mid question.

However, karma kicks in early by proving that Space-Cucumber is immune to lightning, and having a tentacle snag him.

The distress message, Dr. Londo does look panicked and anxious. Easy to believe he is in need if you’ve haven’t already seen this episode.

Oh Saturn Girl named Space-Cucumber Globby. Okay.

And it looks like Superman is coming out of his shell. He snarks back at Lightning Lad the very words he was told earlier playfully. That’s a good sign.

Garth u loser.

Creeping Cat B5.

And we get him insisting that Bouncing Boy used the system that he made to assist him, which results in one of my favorite funny moments.

That results in the ship hyper blasting off. And crashing onto the planet.

While we get our first hint at the Saturn Girl/Lightning Lad ship.

Upon landing, Bouncing Boy and Brainy are holding animosity towards each other judging by the facial expressions.

Lightning Lad seems to have the unquestioned position as the leader given Cosmic Boy isn’t in the picture. Makes sense given he’s a founder, but I think Saturn Girl is better.

Can’t help but smile at the confusion of Superman’s 21st century slang.

When Dr. Londo tells them about the Creature, he says it destroyed everything, including his team. I honestly can’t tell if he’s making that up or not, regarding if he had a team in the first place. More of that in the overall review in the end.

Ok, clearly the picture was several years old, given the hair was still dark for Londo.

Upon meeting Dr. Londo, Saturn Girl seems to be the hesitant one of the group, while the rest bought what he said. Obviously her powers give her an edge on the situation, but she is more observant than the others.

Thus return to more fighting B5 and BB. B5 is a stickler for order and doing things perfectly as much as possible, insisting that since he has a 12th level intelligence he doesn’t need to improvise, while BB is a “wing it” guy, as he will improvise in some way or another. But Brainy is also bad at picking up on social stuff, like Bouncing Boy being upset with him, who proceeds to break a rule Londo had set.

With the other three, Lightning Lad starts to tease Saturn Girl who snaps at him, catching him and Superman by surprise.

When she’s expressing her concern on what’s going on, they get ambushed by robots. When Saturn Girl gets separated from the boys, we see her powers can effect things physically, including robots. This knocks her out, but she is saved, but kidnapped, by the creature we saw in the beginning.

Bouncing Boy enters a restricted area, and is immediately hunted down by robots with guns. Nice welcome.

We then switch back to Saturn Girl, who is in a cave with the creature, groggy from her thought blast. We see her scared, telling, or begging rather, the creature not to eat her.

The creature is a good puppy.

Puppy is doing his best to tell you Saturn Girl.

“Why do I need permission? It’s a monster.”

OW

HIS FACE

DON’T DO THIS TO ME OW

And then Lightning Lad and Superman swoop in, being two well-intentioned dummies. Knocking Saturn Girl out in the process.

PUPPY WAS TRYING TO CHECK ON HER NO SUPERMAN DON’T TOSS HIM

Karma has a stalactite chunk land on Lightning Lad, but he somehow survives??

And after getting his shirt torn and scratched, he then zaps Superman on accident. Which he apologizes for.

However, Superman had to hold Lightning Lad back after puppy is knocked out, although he seems upset about that.

We return to Brainy, who insists he’s not worried about Bouncing Boy… until he finds him held hostage by robots, and proceeds to save him instantly. Saying he improvised.

Well gentlemen, I don’t think this is what you were expecting in his labs, judging by your expressions.

You two are trouble.

Where did they get that net? Did Londo give them it?

LIGHTNING LAD YOU MEANIE TO THE PUPPY. I HOPE SATURN GIRL GAVE YOU AN EARFUL AFTER THE MISSION

The power of improvising. Works well in college.

NO MAH PUPPY.

SATURN GIRL SASS

She went out of her way to make sure Puppy was comfortable before she proceeded. Saturn Girl for queen of the legion please. And Queen of staring down twits.

Okay, time to address one question we all have: WHERE THE HELL DID THOSE BOXERS COME FROM?! I mean I get censorship and that the plot would have been spoiled if Puppy had boxes in full monster form, but COME ONE.

Brainy, don’t poke the Puppy. PET the Puppy.

Dr. Londo. With evil robots and can’t-determine-good-or-bad creatures. An absolutely abusive parent.

Saturn Girl being the friend to help keep Brin from snapping and loosing control. What a good person.

Then this declaration Brin makes.

So. Good. Holding Dr. Londo accountable for the abuse and determined to get away from his abusive parent.

“Take them all.” Dr. Londo, do you really think the rest of the Legion will just forget about them?

And we get some more jelly Lightning Lad. Garth u loser.

FEAR THE GREEN SMART CHILD WITH PERI-COPTER HANDS AND THE ORB OF IMPROVISING.

LIGHTING LAD IS A TSUNDERE. SAY IT WITH ME.

And after Dr. Londo’s animals try to gang up on him but then are scared off, the truly sickening part begins.

Using his own son for research. Against his will. Saying he should have thanked him for making something for battle. The music during this whole part is unsettling, as is the issue. Brin can’t go back to what he was before. The damage that has been done to him, it’s permanent.

Dr. Londo taunts him on how long Brin can maintain control over himself, but Saturn Girl rejects that. Saying that he will have help.

And Dr. Londo? He gets off. Jurisdiction can’t touch him because of where the crime took place.

Brin. He doesn’t get justice. He doesn’t get what he deserves.

To Brin, parents are people who should protect children from harm in the world. But his father didn’t do that. He deliberately harmed him.

Nothing will ever fix that. Ever.

The only thing he can do is destroy what Dr. Londo uses for his projects. And when he’s done.

His final statement to the man who should have protected him.

… Are there a bunch of spare uniforms just lying around? A machine on board that just made the outfit? TELL ME~

Brin expresses fear that Dr. Londo is right, that he will lose control. But this time, Lightning Lad is the one to offer words of comfort. Perhaps he’s seen something similar?

And so, the episode concludes with Brin swearing in as Timber Wolf.

So final thoughts on the episode overall.

OW. THE WRITERS HAVE TAKEN A SPEAR AND JABBED IT THROUGH MY HEART.

Except for a little plothole where they said in the last episode Colossal Boy was on Rawl. Brainy said there wasn’t much else aside from Dr. Londo’s research station. I don’t know how big Rawl is compared to earth, but kinda bothers me this wasn’t addressed. The only explanation I can think of is that his mission took place on the other side of the planet, and/or that the incident was resolved before Brin was transformed. Which leads to two more questions.

How much time did pass between this episode and the last one? And how long had it been since Brin was experimented on?

There has been enough time for Superman to start emerging from his shell clearly.

When I was younger, I didn’t get the significance of this episode. Now I do.

One of the main character has been abused by his father and changed into something he didn’t want any part of. And he doesn’t get justice in the end. Dr. Londo got off.

Let’s look at another infamous abusive Father and his son. Ozai and Zuko. A father who burned his son’s face for standing up in what he believed was right, standing up for others. Zuko still associated Ozai as a father though, as evident by the Freudian slip of “Father Lord”, associating fathers with negative things. But Zuko does have someone for support. Iroh. Who cares so damn much about Zuko it’s literally making me cry while writing this. And Zuko eventually held him accountable. But whether Zuko got justice regarding what his father did is arguable. Ozai got imprisoned, but Zuko still went to see him after the war in the comics. He wasn’t completely freed from him after two years.

Brin, there is no other father figure. No one else for him to lean on automatically during the abuse. But the Legion stepped in. They were going to be his support. They were new, but they were something at least. But he was determined to completely cut Dr. Londo out of his life, and knew fathers shouldn’t be associated with abuse. That’s different from Zuko.

Both are different reactions, but both are understandable.

But hey, Timber Wolf was far luckier than another dog person I know.

Now regarding what Dr. Londo said about Brin destroying his team. Did Dr. Londo kill off his own staff? Did they leave out of their own free will? Or were the staff impassive about what Dr. Londo did to his own son? Because if it’s the latter, there is the chance Brin could have injured/killed them out of anger when he escaped. Hence why Dr. Londo had to get the Legion. The way Brin was, he would have killed him. But if Dr. Londo had killed the staff himself, then he could have set it up to make it look like Brin did it.

Personally, I like the episodes that are on the dark side. I do think cheery episodes are important, but episodes like these? They are important.

Personally, I can’t think of any better way this story could have been carried out.

Characters in this episode:

Superman has clearly started to come out of the shell he was in during the first episode. He has more freedom to be himself. And given just how much my heart was breaking over him the last time, this is good.

Brainiac 5 has more personality this time, other than the gay/bi (going of the comics here; I probably should have addressed he’s canonically bi last time, I apologize, I was very hyped), and little evidence of the crush. This time, we see him as someone who tries to maintain order, and stick to the system as much as possible. But in the end, he is capable of change. We also see he’s not aware of certain social ques.

Bouncing Boy: We see he’s far more relaxed than Brainy, preferring to do things as they come along, and to improvise. He doesn’t let himself get trampled on. Is a happy version of a college student.

Lightning Lad you brat. I love him. Karma has got him several times in today’s episode, and he’s a jealous baby who hates being wrong. Garth u loser. But also nice to see him being nice at the end.

I WANT TO PROTECT TIMBER WOLF SO BAD. I WILL GET ALL THE BLANKETS AND WRAP HIM IN THEM AND GET ALL THE GOOD FOODS FOR HIM. HE DOESN’T DESERVE THE SHORT STICK LIVE HAS GIVEN HIM. But I’m so proud he went to join the team that is meant to help others. That’s a good way to go forward. Kind of sad he doesn’t get any speaking dialogue from him before the transformation though. I would like to see what he was like before the experiment happened.

Remember what I said in the last episode, about the villains needing development? Dr. Londo is a well-developed villain that he leaves us with an impact. He’s manipulative and smart enough so that when he does get caught, he doesn’t go to jail. He doesn’t have any remorse for what he did to his son. I would put the guy in a pit with venomous spiders because of what he’s done. And I would have let him get eaten, like Lightning Lad said.

Well, that’s all from me today! Lemme know if you think I forgot to mention anything, feedback is appreciated! Or if the gifs aren’t working...

#losh #legion of superheroes #legion of super-heroes #Hannah Watches LOSH #timber wolf #brin londo

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Small-Town AU

So I ran across another Korra AU I wrote part of a scene for and decided to finish it last night. It’s kind of a small-town/roommates AU with Asami as the new girl in town. Basically, Ikki ships Korra and Asami from the start and gets pretty insistent about them getting together. If her exuberance comes across as a little annoying, I’m okay with that. But if she gets obnoxious, let me know, and I’ll tone it back. Feedback welcome. 

“Headed your way,” Asami texted as she shouldered her carry-on bag and made her way through the airport terminal.

“OMG cant wait 2 meet u!” came Ikki’s reply. “U want coffee?”

“Sure,” she texted back, “iced chi latte.”

“Cool, c u soon!”

Asami smiled as she slipped her phone back into the pocket of her blouse. Off and on for about a week now, she’d been texting back and forth with her new landlord Tenzin and his daughter Ikki. Tenzin and his family had already been incredibly welcoming, but Ikki was the one who seemed the most enthusiastic. Though, Asami was quickly learning that Ikki was enthusiastic about pretty much everything.

This was it, she kept telling herself—a chance to start over. She was escaping the mess that her father had made of her life. She was escaping the financial backlash, the hate, and the death threats that came with his crimes and mistakes. She was escaping the professional nightmare that her career became in the wake of accusations that she’d been involved in her father’s fraud and embezzlement charges. And she was escaping her ex and other fair-weather friends who’d bailed as soon as things got tough for her. Asami was putting all of that behind her. This was a new start in a new town on the opposite end of the country. She was someplace where no one knew or cared who she was or who her father was and wouldn’t judge her for that.

Granted, she smiled to herself, teaching Business Communications and Introduction to Mechanical Engineering courses at a community college in the unlikely named central-Washington town of Republic City was a criminal waste of her talents.

But at least she was free.

A bizarre sight awaited Asami as she stepped off the escalator leading to the pick-up and drop-off area. A sixteen-year-old girl held a sign over her head with Asami’s name on it, dancing to whatever song was playing on her iPod. The girl had dark brown-hair with dark-purple forelocks framing her elf-like face. She wore a rainbow bracelet, R2-D2 earrings, jeans, and a black tee-shirt that read, “Tell your mom thanks for breakfast.” Other people around gave the girl strange looks and a wide berth.

“Hi, I’m Asami,” Asami greeted, smiling and extending her hand as she approached. “You must be Ikki. It’s lovely to finally meet you.”

Ikki’s eyes widened as she looked up at Asami and removed her ear buds.

“Oh my god, you’re so pretty!” she squealed, rushing past Asami’s hand to hug her. Asami frowned and awkwardly patted Ikki’s back.

“Thanks. I’m… glad you think so…” Asami trailed off, looking down at Ikki’s head pressed against her shoulder.

“Will you be Korra’s girlfriend?” Ikki blurted, looking up at her.

“What?” Asami frowned again.

“Will you please be Korra’s girlfriend?” Ikki begged, stepping back and looking genuinely panicked that Asami might say no. She took Asami’s right hand in both of hers and looked up pleadingly. “Korra, your new roommate—I think my dad, Tenzin, told you about her—she’s getting us coffee right now. I really, really, think you should be her new girlfriend. She’s so pretty and nice and amazing and you’re pretty and nice and amazing, too. She’s my best friend ever, and I love her so much, and I really want her to find a girlfriend who’s as amazing and pretty as she is. So please will you be her girlfriend?”

“Well, I haven’t even met Korra yet, so it’s hard to say,” Asami answered, trying to placate her. “But since Korra and I will be living together, I’m sure I’ll have plenty of chances to get to know her better. We’ll see how things develop, alright?”

“Well, okay, but please, please consider it,” Ikki urged. She grabbed Asami’s right hand and dragged her across the terminal. “Korra went this way to get our coffee. Let’s go find her so you can fall in love at first sight and play videogames together and fall asleep on the couch and get married and make out in the hot tub and–and oh my god,” she turned around excitedly, walking backward and pulling Asami with her. “Just think of how cute your babies will be!”

Asami wasn’t sure whether or not to laugh. “Um, if we’re both girls we can’t exactly—”

“No, false,” Ikki insisted, turning back around. “They are working on that technology!”

“If you say so,” Asami chuckled in spite of herself at Ikki’s determination. A few passersby gave them puzzled looks. Asami didn’t really blame them.

“There’s my trusty sidekick!” Ikki declared as they neared the airport’s cute little cabin-themed coffeehouse. “See, that’s Korra,” she pointed to a woman around Asami’s age, leaving the coffee place with a recyclable drinks tray. “Isn’t she pretty?” Ikki whispered loudly to Asami. “Did ya fall in love yet? Huh? Are ya ready to show Korra the magic of romance?”

Asami had to admit that Korra was kind of hot. Athletic and fairly muscular, she wore a light-blue tank top and dark-blue work jeans with a Seattle Mariners baseball cap over short, dark hair.

“What’s that about the ‘magic of romance’?” Korra asked as she walked up, extending her free hand. “Hey, I’m Korra,” she greeted. “You must be Asami.”

“Lovely to meet you,” Asami smiled, releasing Ikki’s hand to accept Korra’s. “This little one’s been really selling you up for the last few minutes.”

“Isn’t she pretty, Korra?” Ikki insisted as Korra handed out drinks. Ikki had what looked like either a raspberry or cherry Italian soda while Korra’s latté smelled of caramel. “You two should totally be girlfriends and get married!” Ikki gushed.

Asami somehow managed not to choke on her latté.

“Ikki!” Korra scolded, frowning.

“It’s alright,” Asami assured her. “I’m sure Ikki tries to set you up with every pretty girl you meet.”

“Actually, no, this isn’t like her,” Korra said, scowling thoughtfully at her young friend. “Normally she’s super critical of anyone I take an interest in.”

“That’s because none of them were Asami!” Ikki insisted. “I mean, look at her.” She gestured to Asami with both hands, glaring as if Korra was the most clueless person on Earth.

“I mean, I suppose she has a point,” Asami added, mostly to cut through the awkwardness.

“Yeah,” Korra admitted, scratching at the back of her head. “You are super pretty.”

“Thanks, so are you,” Asami smiled back. She learned in that moment that Korra had a very lovely blush.

“Yes! Oh, my god, you two are so freaking cute!” Ikki squeaked.

“We should probably go get the rest of your luggage,” Korra suggested, still looking sheepish. “Luggage pickup is this way.”

“Lead on,” Asami smiled, rather enjoying watching Korra’s back.

“Those two matching dark-grey suitcases,” Asami pointed them out on the turntable when they arrived at pickup minutes later.

“Got ‘em,” Korra assured her, stepping over and picking up one in each hand. “Oh, these aren’t as heavy as I’d expected,” she frowned, sounding disappointed at how easily lifted them off the conveyor.

“Hehe, can’t show off as well that way?” Ikki asked, smirking bigger. “Not as much of a gun show as you were expecting.”

“I only needed clothes for two or three days until the movers bring the rest of my stuff,” Asami assured them. “Tenzin said you had an air mattress I could use until my bed gets here.”

“Yeah, it’s already set up in the living room, but we can move it, easily,” Korra said, leading the way through the automatic doors.

“We had Opal and Jinora over to watch all of the Toy Story movies the other night,” Ikki explained, skipping through the doors behind Korra. “Oh, I know! We should totally have them over again next weekend, but with Asami. And we can move the couch and recliners together and use some blankets to make a fort. And we can make popcorn and brownies and cocoa. And we can watch Return of the Jedi or Return of the King or maybe have a Mario Kart tournament instead! Or we can—”

“Alright, I get it, loquacious one,” Korra laughed.

“Does… Ikki live there, too?” Asami frowned as she followed them into the parking garage.  

Korra laughed again. “It almost seems that way, sometimes,” she agreed. “It’s about a ten-minute walk and a four-minute bike ride from our place to her family’s. She comes over regularly and tries to stay the night every chance she gets.”

“You’re way cooler than my sister and brothers,” Ikki shrugged, skipping to a halt beside a navy-blue ’67 Mustang Hardtop. “Shotgun!” she hollered, running around to the passenger door and trying to open it despite it being locked. “Open the door, Korra!”

“I’ll get right on that,” Korra answered, setting down one suitcase. She held her keys up and made a passable imitation of a keyless-entry noise while pushing the nonexistent unlock button.

“Still didn’t work,” Ikki informed her, still fiddling with the door handle.

Asami chuckled as Korra shook her head and unlocked the trunk on the Mustang. The trunk honestly looked too small for her suitcases, but Korra fit both in without issue. The Mustang intrigued Asami. It was in good condition, but not perfect condition—a few minor scratches and dents and a paint job that was at least twenty years old. It was a six-speed manual transmission as well, and Asami was pretty sure she remembered the base-model ‘60’s Mustangs all having automatics. And the stereo with CD player and MP3 hookup definitely wasn’t original.

“Sweet ride,” she commented as Korra shut the trunk.

“Thanks, though it’s technically my dad’s,” Korra said, leaning against the bumper. “Grandpa had one just like it back when Dad was a kid. Dad was about seventeen when my uncle wrecked it—lost control on an icy road and wrapped it around a power pole. Uncle was fine, but I guess losing that car broke Grandpa’s heart more than he let on. Dad bought and fixed up this one for Grandpa for his sixtieth birthday, then inherited it back when Grandpa died a few years later. I drive it now because Dad’s too tall to fit comfortably in the driver’s seat.”

“Hey!” an impatient voice piped up before Asami could reply. “You gonna unlock this or not?”

Korra chuckled and shook her head again as she circled to the passenger side. “You’re in the back, Ikki,” Korra told her as she opened the door. “I don’t care that you called ‘shotgun.’”

“Ugh, but there’s no leg room back there,” Ikki protested.

“Exactly, and Asami’s got a lot more leg to find room for,” Korra pointed out.

Ikki turned and looked at Asami’s knee-length skirt. “Yeah, fair point,” Ikki decided, turning back to Korra. “But I’m only doing this because I believe in the preservation of rare and priceless works of art,” she added as she climbed in the back seat.

“Set this in the seat beside you, Ikki?” Asami asked, handing her carry-on bag back behind the seat.

“Got it,” Ikki said, taking the bag. She made a show of buckling a seatbelt around it.

“Oh, thanks,” Asami raised her brows as Korra extended a hand to help her into the car. “What a gentlewoman.” The seats weren’t as comfortable as Asami was used to, but there was a ruggedness to the old Mustang that she found appealing.

“What kinds of music do you like, Asami?” Korra asked, sitting in the driver’s seat and plugging her smart phone into the MP3 hookup.

“Most kinds,” Asami shrugged. “I’ve got songs and artists I like and don’t like in most genres.”

“Here,” Korra offered, handing Asami the smart phone. “I’ve got a couple-dozen playlists, so take your pick.”

Asami skimmed the playlist titles as Korra started the car and backed out of her parking spot. Korra indeed had a diverse set of playlists. One was labeled “Celtic Rock,” another “Outlaw Country,” another for “Classic Rock,” and another for “Gaming Soundtracks.” Other lists were titled after activities, such as “Roadtrip Tunes” or “Workout Tunes” or “Reading Music.” Yet others were named after people she knew, such as “Dad Tunes,” “Bolin Jams,” or “Ikki Songs.”

“Do I dare ask what ‘Ikki Songs’ consists of?” Asami asked, largely to get to know her two new friends better.

“Oh, yeah!” Ikki insisted. “We totally have to play my list!”

“It’s about a two-and-a-half-hour drive,” Korra admitted. “So there’s time to play a decent chunk of it.”

“What kind of songs are on it?” Asami asked while Korra pulled out of the parking garage.

“Love songs, mostly,” Korra shrugged, “and from lots of different genres.”

“But there’s a theme to them,” Ikki said. “See if you can guess what it is. And you have to sing along to all the ones you know. It’s the rules.”

“Alright, I’ll try it,” Asami decided, pressing the playlist.

The first song was the Monkees’ “I’m a Believer.” Though she knew most of the words, Asami just listened to Ikki and Korra belt out the lyrics. Korra in particular had kind of a pleasant singing voice, and both of them bobbed their heads about as they sang.

The next song was Eric Clapton’s “Wonderful Tonight,” followed by Garth Brooks’s “That Summer.” Asami continued to just listen as she pondered what theme they had in common. Her first clue came during Janis Joplin’s rendition of “Me and Bobby McGee,” when Ikki and Korra both sang “I let her slip away,” instead of him. Asami felt her lip twist as she pondered the implications.

The next song was “The Star of the County Down,” by an Irish folk band Asami wasn’t familiar with. But during Chris Ledoux’s “Look at You, Girl,” she noted a change in the lyrics again during the chorus when both her new friends sang “I’m an ordinary gal” instead of “ordinary man.”

Asami laughed as she realized Ikki and Korra weren’t actually singing the songs themselves, they were singing lesbian covers of the songs. She didn’t know the words to Sinatra’s “You Make Me Feel so Young,” but the next song on the list was Neil Diamond’s “Girl, You’ll be a Woman Soon.”

Grinning and taking a chance, Asami joined in the song, belting the lyrics with them. When the song got to the line “He’s not your kind,” she replaced “he” with “she” right on cue. Ikki cheered, and Korra laughed and gave Asami a quick high-five.

The stories these songs told became so much more fun and interesting when sung this way, Asami decided. When Brad Paisley’s “Mud on the Tires” came on, Asami laughed, visualizing two lesbian cowgirls bouncing around in a new Chevy 4X4. Dean Martin’s “Standin’ on the Corner” became a story of a shy girl fantasizing about the pretty girls she saw walking about. Ray Kennedy’s “What a Way to Go” was instead about a humorous, self-deprecating butch sitting in a bar, laughing about her failed romances.

And Jennifer Saunders’s cover of “I Need a Hero” became the more fun—if slightly awkward to sing—“I Need a Heroine.” Instead of a “streetwise Hercules” it was a “streetwise Amazon” fighting the rising odds, and a super-girl sweeping her off her feet.

Asami spent most of the drive laughing or singing along to the songs that she knew. It was such a silly, geeky little game, and she wondered how Korra and Ikki came up with the idea. Asami honestly couldn’t recall when she’d ever had more fun hanging out with two other girls.

She decided that she really liked these two weirdos.

#my writing #my novel #fan fiction #Legend of Korra #Avatar Korra #Asami Sato #Ikki #small-town AU #Korra AUs

[throwingideasatthewall]

Clone Wars        Slaves of the Republic

Chil-dren

     Children are slaves

     Contin        -uing          on,                  That’s            Kin             da-

     Narrator

  (smarter than Anakin)

   It hasn’t been for several years           though right?

  Z-y      ger-i         a-  

  Seriously         you guys co -exist       and have a giant council,

    How did no one       notice this shit?

   Also if they’re         Sep-ar            Tist-             -      they have a   govern     -ment-

   So, is this some kind of   iron   curtain?

  Se-      riously?        -         How?

Also why is     Rex       or Cody?      —       Okay, seriously what is up with the    uniform?          -        Where’d you even get that from?

    There’s one dude,

   And if it was from like a secret         stash of disguises?

    Wouldn’t that be          several years          out of date?

   Like,      What?           -        You’re better off not doing the    dis-guises

    Also, geez a lot of assumptions like one       extremist made a claim and now the whole planet has the       burn           ...     Like seriously it’s in      char-        acter,

   But this means Obi-Wan was only agreeing with her because he knows her personally

    (’Her’ being            Man-             dal             Or              Ia             N       Duchess,’)

   Those are    ships

   What- music-

    Why?

 The music is just      nope,

   Bor        der-        Ing-          On-         .        Seriously     why is he here?           .          What is with the          clothing ?

       Why?

        Seriously, how is that going to           fool anyone,

         They’re-

       I don’t like the lack of logic            already in this episode,

  Why?

  ‘you’ll be so distracted by that she won’t notice that we completely invaded her kingdom wearing the uniform (possibly 10 years out of date) of her guard and do not at all look like a species

        Or anyone     she hi       -re         -d

     (And somehow     won’t get stabbed to death)

  Oh, 

   And       Ahsoka,

   Sl-ave

    Y-eah,

    Also why is       she wearing face coverings?

   Like, didn’t seem to be a       custom?

    Odd         Dis         guise

    (I guess anything covering features would         give her less of a chance of being           recognized)

      (Yeah but you know more about the emotions involved,             And probably would be better acting at it)

           Ma-ster

             No,

           Damn      she just scorch     ed his teaching

         Boomers,             Don’t know                  shit

            Why is it                  blue?

            Why is there a               dragon thing?                     -  

I don’t know     Ah-soka why don’t you ask the     clone you’re work      -ing with,              Or remember how they raised you for the sole purpose of serving their system

     Fighting for it

      This

  Oh great   did she tell you that information  ?

    (Instead of         y’know        fixing the damn problem,”

       Yeah,            Sucks,

      Oh they actually        brought that up,

     Okay, I deduct that point           (Slight               ly,)                -                Invit            -ation                  -                 Fair

          Brig              -and

         Again what makes them think that this is anything more than an        extremist ?

        Like, how is that        important?

       Halt,

     What,

     That          thi-ng,                ?

        Again           what?

           ?

   Also yeah the uniforms look      significantly different?

       That mean              anything?

        Again

        Oh, so those            birds are native ?

        Or, Other            Wise-

       Se-        riously           what?

       Not exactly how         attraction works,           Which I think is          what they were trying to             imply there,

      There needed to be more of a       look over-              Or                Him      taking off his hat               (For that                gasp reaction,)

            Also yeah        a newly minted slave would totally                   bow,                      To their oppressor,

               That’s                   something Anakin,                  should be doing,

               Ah, did you not send from                        your-self?                          That would’ve been more of a rea-lis-      tic scene for        the drinks line,

     Ha-           tred             -          Yeah no this is a really bad       job,

     Yeah, there’s no way       she’s falling for this,

  ‘This is he      he’s cute so I’ll play along,

      There’s, no other way this     isn’t ending with a dagger to a neck,

      Wa- rrior

      Oh she’s      talking about Ana                             -kin

  Stock,

  Again he literally sent you the    whole population of the planet,

   So, I don’t think he was that       specific,

   You know   it’s a good thing         Ahsoka’s as an adult            Because this would be highly      disturbing with any other      alternative..

   Also I guess that kind of makes sense as           the shock wearing off 

     but she definitely wouldn’t be that wild,

     Mo-

     Pro-cessed

    Yeah there’s      no way lady is falling for this,

    That’s     got dragged into it        temperament,

     Point,          It’s           Not-

     It’s         not          fitting        ‘ I know you’re         bull-     shitting me,”

    Her,

  Yeah there’s      no way,      she’s falling for this,

   (Anyone   would probably have a let’s see      where this leads,

   This-            Isn’t             It-

      You know this flir-            ting is better than anything that happens with    Padme-

       Like     it’s at least got the tone       -right

     Good

       But also no

      She’s significantly older than him and...  toxic,

       I’m going with     tox        -ic          -         Also- yeah 

   Anakin is definitely a lot better       at this-

 Ah-       soka          -            Not          even bothering        with it,

      Ai

         Again,       Why is this so much better than anything with       Pad-me,

  Like it’s toxic          -     but it holds them both accountable,

  Generally a lot      better writt          -en

   (Hopefully they were going for they don’t actually love each other      they just like breaking the rul-es)

   Because-       I can’t see it as any       -thing          else          Now,

   (Or even then,)

     Da-          Mn-

  W-e

  Yeah dude      it’s clear that she’s faking,

   What’s a        Hutt?

   Mm

  What?

  Also yeah no one questioned them about their     human appearance-

   Why-

 Ob-vious

  Also, yeah what are they even doing     bury-ing them alive,

         Why-

        Obi-Wan acts a lot more sus instead of just staying down in the pit with him under the guise of screwing with a prisoner

        Also yeah      I can’t blame him,

           She’s an adult

  Bru-tal

     Tox          -ic

       Also,           You          figured out the price between you two                That   should be     a lot more dramatic,

     They’re adults.

       Gi-

       Also yeah        no way she’s falling for that           -                 Also yeah   where did his name come from?            -          Like did they give an           alias at some point?           -         Cause is Lars just seems to come out of the air-

   [they told them that they knew said dude, Anakin talked with the queen but I can’t- but he didn’t mention her name-

      Me

     Again this is pretty good 

   though the tone did drop there a little,

   She’s        screwing with him-

     Yeah,          I’d be worried about him drinking the Kool-Aid right about now         too

     [he already drank the Generational Overstep one           ]

    We-ll

   P-

  Holo-

  What       -       Sl-        aves        -       Uhm,

   Sucks          . .      that he decided to enable that shitty system

    Accoun-    tability is always better,

    But if he dies the system of his        own making it his own fault,

      ?

      -  also yeah     now we’re sussing out the human targets,

         Ye-ah

 Yeah       no she’s definitely fucking with them,

   Also you’re telling me they didn’t notice him from the       white republic ass       robes?

      (Or did they just          give that to him?)

     Sub-mission

     Yes      she’s right,

  Mhm, loving this ro-     ast of Kenobi right now,

     It’s still said by a         worse enable

     So not too sweet

      But it      hits a spot,

       Any          way,

      Aight

Well isn’t this Anakin’s fantasy,     finally his anger out on his abuser              (Vent-ing)

           Hm,

           Yea-

             O-k

             Ok

            Seriously that is damn light

            Call-ing him a                   boomer

              Then they’re both enabling old Gen                     So pretty past the                  redemption mark,

                 But,                    Still,

Cath,arsis      is nice,  

B-ack

 W-h

 Yeah,        see      she      knew          it      was        bull,         shit-

    D-ie

   Wh-elp-           -          A more realistic relationship                   (toxic)

              High                  -                  Well

(Also when did the      clone get back?)

        Well,

      Also R2-D2 has the capabilities of a           projectile              launch                -er                  -               G           -uard                -              A-i

        Whe-

       Whe-n?

       Okay?

      D-amn      

      A-gain

      Exp-ression going a little          Looney Tunes        the-           re-

     (I should be able to read           their ex-           pression,”

]

 How?

  Did      that?

   She wasn’t wearing a     shock collar,

   And we didn’t see her gets sent to processing with that kind of thing would be implemented,

   Ser-

    Oof           -          Rex?           -        Freckin         down,

     Oof,

   W-h-         elp

   Again     emotion?

        [what’s              the           emotion?]

      W-h                  Oh-    

       I thought that was         pretty neat~ 

       Th-em      

      Da-mn   

     Also,             friends,         His       poisonous        en-abler          who        groomed          him          to            be          a child soldier,        And someone from a        younger       generation,         Who he groomed to be a child soldier,           Great         freck           ‘in           friends,               W-    

     Hey, that’s              some thing,              Mis-             s-             ion             .    

      Again has anyone been taking the mission        seriously            .         ever?         ..         At any point?   

     Anakin‘s been hecking around with this                      Obi-Wan decided screw            Subtlety, and went for             one guy,    

        And Ahsoka’s been been            be               grud               G                    Ing                        Ly                       -                      Putting                         up                      with                        it-                        ...                    Gen                          eral                         . . .                          Ser                          -vant                              -                                 Okay the tone just went into                               gar-                                 g-                               ,ling                               marbles,                                  And the                                   expression                                          is                                   neutral                                     (at                                      best)                                                                            What                                         the                                         hell?

   (Seriously why whenever Anakin‘s unfortunate childhood            it turns into gargling marbles?

        Like I can’t even tell what               emotion that is

     Either way    it’s just not how people talk,           Voice possibly getting         lower,          Not         what th             is- is

She is right - he has enabled a terrible system and continue(s - to be Obi- wan and the Council’s         bitch         (Non   identification          term,)

       Me

      Power

 Hey, no     difference from Obi-Wan,

      Great,

       Here,    The Boomer bait     Obi-Wan gave me,     Promising a place in      their screwed up           Future,       That I traded it then          Future            Now             Present              Ahsoka      ’s           (Chance)         at          A            Non-       (Completely)        Feck      -e-d              Child                 hood                 For,                  Thank       -s

   (Totally not a servant)

      Despite the      very conditional nature of         that agreement

              Also I real-ly like what they did there,      Anakin not being a slave         (Like he       said,

      Like in childhood)

              Now just being        a willing          servant,

        Really showing the         Modi    -cum      Of         Diff        er        en         ce         Be-tween    Being unwittingly       ordered         into it,                  And      (continued)     choosing to           enable it

       Fri-en          d-s

         Well that’s better for Ahsoka than literally anything Anakin and Obi-Wan have done for her

         Con-stantly              putting her in harms way-

         (Not giving a shit       about the child soldier thing)

          Great

          Why?

I don’t   honestly don’t get the idea behind the get up

As seen none of the   other     [of her     species]      Is     wearing     similar   get up

 Just-      doesn’t        add       up,-

  Aight

   Seems-         fine-  

     More hassle to get        food and water and        everything else up there to be        quite honest,

    Also seriously what is up with the wildlife?

   Like we have the cute        squishy things?

   And then        these?

    How?

   Promised

    Also,      That really     didn’t sound        too malicious         ...      Don’t get me wrong I think      I know what they’re trying to imply,

   But dude here’s suffering from          Clovis syndrome,

    Aka the tone just isn’t       carry          -ing           —-           There doesn’t seem to be any   malician     .behind what he just said,

   Like dude sounded like he said      “mine” as in mine for       board game night,

   “sk         -ug,”         Ok,     that’s Malacian      but it’s not the        right        kind,

       That just sounds          mildly offensive

                Non                    committal

                 Doesn’t really connect with    the tone of the previous sentence,

    Which was         like;           ‘The queen has promised you to me       how do you feel about it?’

      That, just coming            out of nowhere,

         Not carrying

        W-help

         A-         Ight-

         Not even             -consistent

           Like seriously,

       If you’re going to do a flat character              like that;

            At least try to do it                consistently;          Like dude went from “lust”, (I’m assuming it seems more like self-  conscious/doubt) to me then off-hand        Passive aggressiveness, then       Disciplinary,         Without so much          Of a pre-            empt       (Not        prompt,)                We never saw that        conscious          -ness               turn                to           aloofness,               Then cold rage,              pushing the button                   no shift,                     Only                impromptu                    jump,

            Shame would’ve been interesting if Ahsoka had a Clovis like friend,

            (I don’t know                  his age,)

                Again,

                Re-action?

  What am I supposed to feel          what, emotion is that

       I have           no clue,

      Well,         Why?

   [Why-

       ?

     Who is        this guy?

      A slave           owner/buy               -er?

        Whel-

        We’ve       found them

         No you were brought to them            -by force-

          Also where is the dude              that was just in a chair?

            Where?

           [also wow for Rex this must feel a                return ho                              me-

    Oh-but-

     Okay, not gonna          question it,

        Jedi

         -             Also yeah that was the question what their education of their youth actually is like

   *Groom            Ing

      Like the      propaganda        must be         damn          thick,

         As well as         the child abuse                    (If this is the state of society and seeing how they can see another         adult human being              (Sen             -tient)                 Yeah there’s no way those kids are in good condition,

            Also this dude comes off as such a              doof,

              Like not even remotely intim-              idating-                      -                  Well,                   Fuck

(Also yeah I’m pretty sure the         queen is going to be real fucking pleased that you just wasted a bunch of        stock

 Of a trade that is just getting back up and running again

 Also yeah     Kenobi really fucked this one up      -     His job to find them-       Fecked that      up-          -          Atten       -tion               -           Worst. way to get        attention         ever,

      You

  See, they’re specifically doing this to        mess with him-          -            De-fy

   And Obi-wan was then     allowed to wander off,

   While dude     spun the wrong way in his chair,

      Wh-

      Wh-at

      Why?

     Rom-antic     ?

    Lady that’s like pointing and saying you were once an abuse victim weren’t you?

    Like, very likely

  With the council, the clones            At least two slave               states                 (Planets)

       I think the only way you could get                 “vagu-er”                       Is saying                 child soldier,                       Sl-ave

  Being a slave      doesn’t make you       naturally virtuous,

    With      abusers,      it makes you pissed off

      Others,          Ty-pica               ll           y            Fine,

   But again that’s not guaranteed,

   Ex-abuse victims can still enable the abusers-

       And-

   [There’s just a lot of problems with this that I’m kind of     gargling,]

    Point being you can’t tell      something like that,

    And      suffering doesn’t make you more       virtuous,

          (Just means normal human decency stand out a lot more in the   darkness of degeneracy,

        Any,            Way,

   Groom         Ing

    Oh

   So they are actually       fram-          ing that it’s a bad thing,

     Good, cause it is

  Obi-Wan is a grooming frick

   And Ahsoka is a child robb         -ed of her child-            hood-

      By the council and implied to be              by Anakin              (Who did nothing and enabled it long past the point of        return,)

      Self-

     And literally        every-one             else                 (Inc-luding              the abuser        as we just saw)

         Self-           destruction            (and           enabling                it)             is a shit time,

             Be            Absolutely nothing besides a toxic enabler      upon a pile of rubble,

   It’s damn       useless,

    Oh, that’s almost           flirt              Ing-

That’s really dramatic music        for FLYING Frogs,

        Stay

        Again, he’s not       terribly opposed to this,

    -it

    Again, that came out of nowhere

    Like Anakin slavery hangups are the equivalent of an           on and off switch

     * Note, a reason.                To,              Slavery is bad         objectif             ication of other humans is bad,               Don’t do it,

          I called them hangups just to denote the fact            that there never anything,                  im-portant,                consistent or some thing he sticks by,

             Being perfectly fine with this        flirt      -ing        off the clock

    With a sl             -aver             -             Only occurring at random with no reuniting theme

         And literally just sounds like the writers,             Shou-ting-               “ Hey guys remember Anakin was a             slave?”

           Yes and while that can cause            rush-es of             e-motion

            None of that                 is shown,

            We don’t see Anakin clenching his fist and it building up that resent       -ment-

         We don’t see him fighting              the idea,                 that the            Jedi just use him,                 Like his               old slave                master-

                We don’t       see any emotion,

              It’s just dull

              Not like an emotional dull

              Like an unemotional one,

                            There’s not        h-ing

                            Which is a shame because there should be a lot of emotion here-

         And there’s not-

     She’s          Right,

     And Anakin is an          inhuman        abomination,            That can’t even           manage an emotion,

     (Might want to try          someone else)

        Really?

        Because he hasn’t managed a single emotion or       conflict this entire time,

        Unless you mean biologically complicated in that case yes how the feck does this man work?

        Adult people are             very emotional,              Dude can’t          even manage a bit of it

   - His expressions        are damn atrocities

      (Of logic!)

     (And        ,empathy)

   Again      Emotion,

  Well I will give this episode the benefit,        It’s the episode that got things the            closest thing to right             (Greivous’s lair,           Not          withstanding)                In terms of tone, 

       Near the middle

    (Before promptly          coming crashing down to the ground,)

     Unfortunately considering the rest of the episodes that isn’t really high  praise

      The thing about tone is I need to be able to understand what emotions your char-acters are feeling and being por-tray-ed in about every scene,

       And,           You can’t cut corners

       And hav-ing switching emotional        moods            With             out              pre            empt              or under-              standing,

        Still passing the threshold of being a              good story;

          -Co-herent tale that can be followed

          - doesn’t normalize        problematic or self-destructive                   Behavior

         However not one of a fun story;

       Leaving me with the persistent fee-      ling of chew-            Ing metal

      Mildly      irritating,        Clunky,          And not the least bit entertaining        or of any value                 (Much)

     That it has yet to          rise above

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[SF] Single Shot

Waltr stared out the window, watching as the raindrops slid down, reflecting the neon lights of the citylife flashing around them. He sighed as they passed another patrol ship parked in an alley. The blue and red lights highlighted another officer beating on an old hobo.

It was a shit life, being a cop in this damned city. Too much violence, too much opportunity to abuse what little power they had.

“You think he’ll put up much of a fight?” Jordyn said.

I don’t think I care at all.

“I told you. He has no idea we’re coming.”

Jordyn huffed but didn’t speak further, he turned down a side street and pulled up to a set of lights. Waltr hunched further in his seat, fingering his Multiplexor. The gun was cool to the touch as it always was. The thermal cell was insulated inside but some of the coldness still made it out. He liked it, it was cold on the inside. Like him.

A whore ambled towards their ship, waving at them and pulling at her blouse in a way she probably thought was seductive. Waltr saw that her legs were cybernetic, and most likely stolen too because she walked with a lopsided gait. If they weren’t already busy with a job Jordyn would likely have had her arrested for Streetwalking and sent her to The Corrections, where she would probably be assaulted by one of the guards and likely murdered too.

As it was, they were saved from an awkward interaction with her by the green light. Jordyn was too busy watching something on his PD anyway. They drove on through the stormy night.

“Are you okay man?” Jordyn put his PD on the dash and Waltr felt him turn slightly towards him. “You’ve been pretty quiet the last few days”

“I’m fine, just want to get this over with already.” Walt mumbled and smiled half-heartedly to try and appease his partner.

I just want to be free, once and for all.

Jordyn smiled nervously back at him, turning the wheel casually with one hand.

Does he know? Have I let something slip? Maybe I should just do it here and now, save us all the hassle.

NO. I need to be more careful than that.

Waltr clutched his Multiplexor quietly as they pulled up outside a giant pyramid-shaped building.

“OK,” Jordyn said, shutting off the engine and turning towards him. “So we go in, I’ll neutralize any guards. You focus on finding and dealing with Estrus and I’ll watch your back. Sounds good?”

“NO!” Waltr almost shouted in a blind panic. His partner’s eyebrows shot up.

“No. I mean, you know I’m the better shot Jord. I’ll sort out any guards and you locate the Target.”

Jordyn shrugged, muttering that Walt always got to have all the fun.

I can’t let Estrus talk to me in front of him. Who knows what that old man is gonna say.

They walked quietly up to the front door together, their guns held low but ready. Jordyn stepped aside as Walt rapped on the door.

Nothing. He couldn’t hear any footsteps with his Enhanced ears, the implants making the rain on the garbage cans on the street sound like thousands of miniature Plexor bombs.

“Fuckit Walt, just go!” Jordyn whispered urgently.

Fuckit indeed. Fuck this whole situation. Why did Estrus put me up to this?

Walt tried the handle, knowing it was already unlocked. They stepped quickly into the foyer of the house. The place was large and their footsteps and breathing echoed down the hallway.

“No guards?” Walt found himself muttering as he raised his Multiplexor, activating it’s mounted torch. He shone the light around as if he didn’t know where to go.

“I’ll go ahead, your intel said he’d be in the back room.” Jordyn pushed past Walt, his own Multiplexor lighting up the hall.

Waltr followed him, carefully stepping heel to toe so as to make as little noise as he could. He found himself training his gun on the back of his partner’s head.Before he shook himself and lowered it.

Not yet. He had to do it in front of him. Show him he was worthy.

Jordyn led the way through the echoey building. Awfully empty, this place had apparently stood for over a hundred years, and was generally assumed to be abandoned. It was only thanks to Walt’s undercover work that they knew the cult leader was here.

At the end of the corridor a small sliver of yellow light shone out from under a closed door. The two officers braced themselves on either side, listening intently.

Quiet music could be heard, but nothing else. Jord motioned for Walt to initiate and reluctantly he did. Stepping up to the door, he leant backward and kicked it open swiftly.

They efficiently followed the procedure like they’d done so many times over the years, Jord stepped past as Walt pulled back from the kick, gun raised to check the corners. Walt followed a few steps behind, sweating heavily.

“I was wondering when you’d arrive, my sons.” A gentle voice spoke. Both policemen trained their weapons on the figure seated in the centre of the room.

“Get down on the ground!” Jordyn barked, standing threateningly over the old man.

But Estrus didn’t move. He didn’t even flinch. He continued to sit there, a bemused smile on his face.

“Last chance before we open fire, Estrus!”

“You won’t shoot me, Jordyn of Snakewater.”

Jord stopped, surprised. But he still kept his Multiplexor trained on the old cyborg.

“How do you know my name?”

“I know more than your name, my son.” Estrus smiled that same smile and turned his gaze upon Walt. “No one's secrets are safe from us.”

Jordyn hesitated, unconsciously turning slightly as he stared disbelievingly at Walt.

“What does he mean by ‘us’. Walt?”

“I… uh.. I had to feed him something..” Waltr stuttered.

This wasn’t how he wanted things to happen.

“If i gave him fake information and he found out he would have had me killed!”

The rain had stopped outside. Everything was quiet.

Jordyn lowered his gun. His eyes were wary. Walt could tell he didn’t believe him. Walt found himself pointing his own gun at his partner now.

“No.. Walt, don’t.” Jord’s eyes widened and he raised his hands, stepping away..

There’s no coming back from this now.

“My son.” Estrus spoke softly but commandingly. “You wanted to step away from this life, did you not?”

“Yes, but..” Walt’s entire body was quaking, he could barely keep the Multiplexor pointed straight.

“You came to me weeping over the corruption and defilement that filled this cities’ policing forces, and how you wanted to be free of it. Didn’t you?” Walt could tell the old cultist was enjoying this.

Jordyn gaped at the words, his eyes meeting his partner’s, demanding answers from him.

“This isn’t what I wanted!” Walt almost screamed, the gun wasn’t steady anymore. His body was betraying all the years of police conditioning.

“You knew when you came here with him that this was what I would require of you, boy” Estrus continued to smile in his sickeningly-sweet way. “Now. Do it already. We have much to do!”

“Walt, y-you don’t have to do th-” Jordyn started to stammer, but Walt lashed out and cracked him with the butt of his gun.

“NO!” He couldn’t handle this. “I can’t go back on this now! I’m already done for!”

Jordyn lay there, opposite the chuckling cult-leader. His gun had fallen down between them all.

All Waltr had to do was pull the trigger, and he was free. Free from corruption. Free from the Force that cheated the system and abused its people.Free to be who he wanted to be. Estrus had promised him the world in exchange for the life of his partner.

Walt shook, his uniform was soaking now from his sweat, his hands trembled too much to keep the gun steady, but he kept it trained on his partner of 10 years.

Could he really kill the man who had taught him all he knew? The one person who had seen a green new deputy and taken him under his wing instead of letting him fall into corruption like so many others. The man who, when measured up against the other officers in the Department, was definitely not a saint. But was still a man who had tried his best over the last 15 years to help make this shitbox city safer?

I don’t think I can do this.

He lowered the gun. His body still quaked but he was no longer fighting against his instincts, he blinked back tears as he stepped towards his partner and away from the aged cult-leader.

Jordyn’s eyes had lost their distrust, and he looked at Walt thankfully. Walt looked back at him with tears flooding down his face. Partners against crime again.

Walt turned back only to realize Estrus had changed. His demeanor was no longer that of a gentle grandfather. He was sneering at Walt, seemingly disgusted.

“I’m disappointed, boy” He spoke, his voice quiet but now with a menacing lilt to it.He had picked up Jord’s Multiplexor and, standing, was now pointing it at Walt. “I thought better of you. You spoke with such fervor of your desire to escape this disjointed world of yours”

The gun moved from Waltr to Jordyn. “Maybe I’ll show you how it’s done first, then you can make amends later”.

The old man stared down at the younger man, pointing his own gun at him. He smiled as his finger tightened on the trigger.

Jordyn cried out in terror and raised his hands to cover his face.

Walt quickly lifted his gun and screamed, aiming blindly through the tears streaming from his face.

A single blast from a Multiplexor rang through the empty old house. Once the echoes faded, everything went quiet.

The rain began to fall again.

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