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blonde-toddy · 3 years

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Random and Not So Random thoughts while watching Bridgerton: Season 1, Episode 4

Oh they're at court.

Also she's not a commoner. She's the daughter of a Viscount.

Another Daphne brag moment, but homegirl really got the juice. She's bagging mfs over hand holding and dancing.

Violet dgaf. She's hungry now, damn it!

Oh he's buying jewelry already.

Ooooooh the way she imagines the Duke behind her. Honey yes. That scene was hot.

Too bad she came back to reality.

Hyacinth is my spirit animal.

Lady Whistledown ain't ready to write Simon off yet. She's waiting on the Dukes Hail Mary.

Shit. So am I.

I have never seen someone look so depressed in such an exquisite piece of jewelry. It's like the necklace chokes her. Testament to the acting and script for that though. It truly represents a trap.

Awww Simon is wearing that heavy bag out. I would say poor Simon, but he made this damn bed.

I love Alice and Will. They are the kind of wholesome love I need to keep my heart steady watching this damn show. She's his rider and I love it.

Alice roasting Simon over Daphne. Get. Yo. Girl. Mane.

I always cringe when a man tells a woman to smile.

Poor Marina. Portia is determined to find her the oldest mf. She's playing smart though.

Those damn dingbat sisters.

Maybe Penelope does care.

Well at least the least mean sister got a caller. They're awkward/cute.

Eloise girl, I love feathers in hair. Your one dimensional preaching is wearing me out again.

A boxing match date? I'd be down.

The prince legit seems like a nice guy. And Daphne is trying....but she's CLEARLY hung up on Simon.

Oh look Simon's losing focus on his friend because he's too focused on Daphne and the prince.

Ok mf! Take that shit off and roll them sleeves up. It turns me on too sis!

Oh look at the sweet family talk with the prince. Girl he'd give you any and everything you wanted.

But you and the Duke are just ATE TF UP about each other!

Mondrich for the win!!!!

Oh Benny. You've got a new friend. But what kind of friend? Give me more of this.

Well Anthony is smug and pleased as punch. Simons courtship of Daphne has ended. She has her perfect suitor. And Simon is leaving England to go rake and fuckboy about.

Though Simons hard slammed shot when the prince approached says he's anything but happy.

Violet always worries about the wrong shit.

Hyacinth always wants to know the good shit.

Be Hyacinth.

Oh fuck the prince is ready to propose. That shit escalated quickly.

SIMON!!!!!! Now would be a good time for that Hail Mary.

Good job Anthony. Way to realize that the women in your life have agency over THEMSELVES.

Violet always beating around the damn bush.....but she is still 100% #teamduke

Aw Daphne you're gonna break down snitching on yourself.

If it wasn't real with Simon you wouldn't be so ate up about it, and you would be rocking tf out of that necklace from the prince instead of crying.

There's a reason for the black in her outfit. For Daphne, who is normally all pastel blues, that black is her mourning. It's her 'attempting' to put to death her feelings for the Duke. And also I think mourning the loss if the bond they shared. Maybe I'm reading too much into it. But this seems like a very deliberate show with it's details.

Danbury ripping Simon open before she sends him off. Big energy.

She knows everything you thick headed mf. Why won't you just listen?! You letting your rank ass daddy live rent free in your soul.

He's so jaded it hurts.

Ayyyye this Trowbridge party looks like the real deal.

Oh gawd. Marina and the old man.

Mr. Finch and the cheese frock. Jesus who wrote this. I love it

Cressida you have been Daphnes biggest hater all season and now you're mad that she's with the prince. He was never gonna marry yo basket headed ass anyway.

Oooooh shit Simon sees the 'intimate painting' and has 2nd thoughts.

Go. Get. Yo. Girl.......Bitch.

Ooooh Benny's at the new homies spot and it's lit!

Naked models, easels, mingling between the classes. Yes indeed.

2nd sons having fun. Hell yes.

Damn Even Sienna at the ball...as a performer of course.

And Anthony looking tongue tied.

Violet....you need to chill. There take another sip.

Portia trying to shade Lady Trowbridges style is comical. Both of y'all bitches gaudy as hell.

Oh shit Phillipa lost her man.

Wtf is wrong with Lord Featherington?

And wtf are you doing Eloise?

Ayyye she just let her have it. You think servants have the time to be Lady Whistledown? I'm dead.

"Get out."

Ok Penelope with your saucy ass.

Well fuck! You just pushed him right to Marina. You played yourself boo.

Oooh the prince is about to shoot the big shot and Daphne keeps running away.

She done spotted Simon. Its over.

Fuck off Cressida.

Rip that mf necklace off girl.

Simon followed her ass outside.

"Miss Bridgerton." Motherfucker, call her Daphne.

"I came to say goodbye." Man. Go to hell.

Daphne serving those barbs. You not ready to keep playing with her.

Damn, Simon. If you're not gonna give her what she wants, get out the way.

Tell his ass sis.....even if you don't believe it yourself.

Really Simon? You stand there quiet as a mf church mouse whiles she's pleading with you to say something.....then you take off after her once she walks away from your shit

I swear.....men.....yall mfs really do shit like this. Speak up! Or...LET. ME. GO.

She's really cracking on his ass and I'm here for it....but wtf us up with his "I forbid you." Who tf are you to me? I'm glad she ain't playing with his ass.

Ooooh he called her Daphne and grabbed her.

Oh honey this is what fulfillment feels like, isn't it?

He's definitely fulFILLing her all the way up!

Oh shit Anthony caught them.

At least he finally landed some decent blows on Simon.

This RAKE ass mf still won't marry her.

Oh Simon.....for once.....Anthony is in the right and you the wrong. You are really about to die over your fucking daddy issues. Boy bye. Again.

Poor Daphne.

Wait, how did Cressida know she was in the garden?

That can't be good.

At least Benny is having a good time.

Dearest Portia, when you go looking for shit, it usually falls in your lap.

Marina keeps carrying on about Colin and Penelope is crushed.....or scheming....or both.

Aww Penelope let her hurt feelings cause a fight with her bestie. Her jealousy is seething.

Daphne still out here having to educate Anthony....though I get the need for the duel. And he still thinks he's running something.

Ooooh this is why they brought up 2nd sons.....Anthony is prepping Benny to take over. Well Benny, at least you had one good night out.

Colin caring for drunk Violet is parenting goals one day.

Oh great, now yall wanna bring Colin into the shit.

Simon raiding Wills spot for booze was so uneccesarily loud.

So Berbrooke alludes to her dishonor and Simon caves his fucking head in. Simon legit dishonors her and he's just like ,"Kay, guess I'll go get shot now." Someone get this man some therapy.

Oh great Anthony is back at Siennas door with more of his bullshit. Girl. Close that door.

No, not after you've let him in and climbed his torso. I guess y'all fuckin again.

He lost all the money and now he's fucked up.

Her face while he cried, is literally the face of every woman sick of a mediocre man's shit.

Oooh now they're all riding off into battle like the fucking idiots they are.

Colin is so pure.

I knew that Cressida shit would come back.

Well at least Anthony was willing to care for Sienna in his death....but damn mf, treat me right while WE'RE here.

Oh the dramatics of drawing a gun.

Nobody is here for Simon's weak ass apologies and I'm okay with that.

Hurry hurry Daphne.

Daphne down....but she's alright.

Call them idiots just like they are.

Simon still being a hoe about this shit. You really about let her be ostracized because you're a fuck boy.

Ultimate fuck boy line...I can't be with you because I love you too much. Fucking hell.

They do obviously love each other though.

Hold up.......you CAN NEVER, or WILL NEVER give her children. Don't play this like you have a reproductive issue.

So your reason for not marrying her is that you "can never" give her children and you know that's what her heart desires.

You playing with fire, Simon.

I wonder how much shit I let slide with his character just because he's portrayed so well by the phenomenal Regé-Jean Page.

No, I do love Simon's damaged ass. He just makes me so mad.

So the duel resumes......or not.

Daphne said, "Fuck them kids, give me my husband." Or something like that.

Well. This us an uncomfortable arrangement even though both of these idiots are in love.

Simon's evasion will most certainly come back to bite him in the ass.

But I'll be here with my popcorn and tissue, rooting for these cool kids to make it!

#bridgerton #bridgerton reaction #bridgerton season 1 #simon x daphne #daphne x simon #lady danbury #the duke of hastings #daphne bridgerton #anthony bridgerton #benedict bridgerton #colin bridgerton #eloise bridgerton #penelope featherington #marina thompson #portia featherington #will mondrich #violet bridgerton #hyacinth bridgerton

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youllneverknowrac · 4 years

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Oscar Diaz-Bullet

For @lflores2008

Oscar was out for the night with homies and you decided what better way to occupy your time then going with Cesar to the Quinceañera tonight. You could use some good food, music, and company of other people-even if they were a bit younger than you. Which is why you were currently on the patio with some random freshman boy, you took pity on him when he was standing all alone. You didn’t want him to be the only person left out so you offered him a dance.

“Cesar!” You hear Ruby shout as you sway past him, everything after happening in what seemed like slow motion. One moment you were on your feet and the next you were on the ground, a blood curling scream wanting to escape your lips. However no sound coming out as your hands press tightly on your lower abdomen, not sure what happened.

“Y/N?! Shit. No, no, no.” You hear Cesar say as he slides right next your side, as do a bunch of other people. His shaky hands hover over you, unsure of what to do.

“It hurts.” You manage to get out,”What happened?” You ask, his face and voice being the only thing you could focus on,”Help me up, I want to get up.”

“No! You can’t, you have to stay still. You gotta keep your hands on your stomach.” He says urgently.

“My stomach?” You ask, your breathing growing heavier,”What happened?” You repeat, sliding your hands up so you can get a look at why they felt so wet,”Oh.” Is all you manage to get out, your body in shock.

“Y/N!” Cesar shouts and pulls off his jacket, taking over your stomach and applying pressure,”Just keep talking to me, alright? You gotta stay awake.”

“I guess I should have stayed home tonight.” You tell him, a small smile forming on your face. The pain drifting away as you feel your body starting to shut down,”Oscar would have been home soon. And I would have been in bed.” You choke, a bit of blood getting caught in your throat and coming out of the corner of your mouth,”He bought me this dress you know...can we go home and see him now?” You ask, your eyes fluttering shut and blackness being your new normal for a while.

You hear a slight beeping noise right in your ear and strong urge to drink water, your mouth felt so dry and your lips felt cracked. You open one eye at a time, fighting to keep them from closing again since you didn’t take too well to the dim lights above you.

“Hello?” You say with a shaky voice once you realize that you are in a hospital, the last thing you remember being when you asked a boy to dance at Olivia’s party,”Excuse me?” You ask a bit louder when you see a older lady walk by your room.

“Goodness! You’re awake.” She says shocked and uses the pager on her side to call for more people,”How do you feel?” She asks, rushing in and coming to your side,”Can you tell me your name?”

“Y/N.” You answer as she puts your bed into a sitting position

“That’s right.” She smiles and starts messing with your chart,body,Iv, and just everything around you. More staff joining her soon enough and doing the same.

“Can I please ask a question now?” You ask after a few minutes to everybody who stood in the tiny room.

“Sorry.” The gray haired doctor smiles sheepishly,”Of course you can.”

“Where’s my boyfriend? He should know I’m awake right?” You ask, understanding the fact that you were shot but still clueless as to what happened after that. Or if anybody you knew also got hurt or went out looking for revenge on your behalf. After all it had been a little over a month from what you were told, and a lot could happen in that time.

“Oh. Your boyfriend was already called sweetie, don’t worry I’m sure he will be here in no time. He was actually here just this morning.” A nurse informs you kindly,”He’s usually here at all hours but he rushed out of here so I’m sure it was something important that he had to go attend too.”

“Okay.” You smile in relief, the staff waisting no time in firing question after question once again and examining your body. When they are satisfied with your results they exit the room one by one, leaving you and your thoughts alone.

“Baby?” You hear Oscar as he rushes into the room.

“Hi.” You croak out, your eyes filling with tears as you take in his appearance. Oscar frozen as he stands in the doorway,”It’s okay. Come here.” You reassure him

He wipes his lower mouth, a sniffle coming from him as he blinks back tears, unable to respond as he slowly walks over. He kneels down next to the bed, being careful with all of the tubing and wires as he lays his head on your chest. Silence overcoming the room as you rest your hand on the back of his head, your fingers grazing his neck.

“Ozzy?”

“I just need a minute. Please.” He says, his voice muffled since his face was pressed against you. You don’t reply and just continue on with stroking his neck soothingly until he speaks again,”I can’t believe your awake mami. It’s felt like a life time.” He says

“I wish I could say the same, I feel like all I did was blink and...poof. Here I am.” You laugh dryly,”How have you been papi, honestly. I already talked to much about myself with the doctors. I just want to hear you now.”

“It’s not anything good.” He admits, leaning over you know and looking down at your face. His hand gently stroking your cheek,”I missed those eyes. I missed you. This past month has been more lonely and dark than usual.”

“I’m sorry.” You tell him softly, leaning into his touch

“You don’t have nothing to be sorry for so don’t ever apologize for any of this. Cesar is the one who should be sorry and apologizing to you.” He says, his eyes going hard at the mention of his little brother.

“Cesar? What do you mean? What did he do?” You ask in confusion

“More like what he didn’t do.” He scowls,”He never handled that Prophet. He lied to us and let the guy run off.”

“Boy.” You correct,”He let that boy run off. Cesar isn’t like you papi, he shouldn’t even be holding a gun.” You defend, already piecing together what happened.

“Don’t defend him Y/N. He’s the reason you are laying here. Both of those ‘boys’ are.”

“I told Cesar not to do it.” You admit,”I gave him the idea of giving the prophet a chance to run. I’m the reason I’m here. Me.”

“What?” Oscar says with a shake of his head,”Why are you even getting involved in that shit?”

“Because when you talk about it in our house, it becomes my shit.” You sigh,”I obviously didn’t think any of this would happen. I thought I would be helping Cesar...where Is he?”

“Don’t know, do you think I would actually let him in my house after what happened?” He asks

“Oscar, he’s a teenager. And your brother, please call him. I want to see Cesar, now.”

“Y/N.” Oscar says in disapproval

“Now.” You say more forcefully, Oscar caving in and pulling his phone out and writing a lengthy message. Pulling up a chair and sitting next to you after he sends it and taking your hand in his,”You can’t be upset with him papi. Promise me you’re going to make up with him.”

“It’s not just me though and you know that. He’s a member now, he’s got to do his part. The homies are mad, that prophet could have took revenge on them. Or one of their loved ones. That’s why it’s important to keep your word when you say you’re going to do something.”

“Then make them un mad.” You say simply,”They will listen to whatever you tell them and if they don’t, you make them. I’m the one that got hit with that bullet, so I get to decided who to be pissed off at. Cesar is not it.”

“Aight.” He says kissing the back of your hand,”you’re right. I’m gonna talk with everybody.”

“Thank you. I just want to focus on getting better and getting out of here.” You tell him truthfully.

“I know you do, you’ll be home with me...us in no time.”

“Let’s hope.” You smile and change the subject,”they just showed me a few pictures of my stomach moments after the surgery. It’s honestly not as bad as I thought it would look.” You tell him,”It should be all good by now. Let’s look?”

“Are you sure?.” He says unsurely,”You think it’s a good idea?”

“I don’t know, but I want to.” You reply, Oscar nodding and pulling the hospital blanket off of you before rolling up your gown,”Do I look like a monster?” You joke

“Nah, never that. It’s actually kinda sexy.” He says wanting to make you feel better.

“Yeah? I look like a sexy bad ass?”

“Always.” He chuckles, letting you sneak a peek as well before covering you up again.

This is how you spend the next hour or so, talking about anything and everything. Small touches here and there. Just basking in each others presence until a knock pulls both of your guy’s attention to the door.

“Hi.” Cesar says, staying afar like Oscar had.

Oscar quickly gets up and walks towards him, nobody talking as he pulls him into a strong embrace. Saying something to him and Cesar nodding in response before they break apart. Tears spilling from the smaller Diaz’s eyes as he walks over to you and once again much like Oscar, buries his face into you.

“I’m so sorry Y/N. I never meant for you to get hurt.” He cries

“I’m fine Cesar. Look at me, you’re right here with me. We never know how things are going to work out, nobody could have predicted this. You know that better than anyone.” You soothe as you sit up higher and wrap your arms around him,”Don’t cry.” You whisper, Oscar coming around the other side and wrapping his arms around the both of you in comfort. Feeling content for the first time in a while as he holds the love of his life and little brother. Both of who he missed a great deal and was just glad to have you guy’s back. Knowing that soon enough you guys would all be home together.

#omb season 3 #one shot #netflix on my block #oscar diaz x reader #oscar diaz #omb imagine #spooky x reader #spooky diaz #cesar diaz #freeridge #santos

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the-shadow-of-atlantis · 3 years

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My Friend Got Turned Into A Werewolf

Part 7 Learning

Tagging: @melyaliz @dilpickledd @coffee-randomness @speedypan

A/N Red belongs to @melyaliz

There were only so many times Red could read the werewolf book, he was starting to get antsy staying in here and not being able to do much. It didn't help that Aquata also tended to hole herself up in her room most of the time. Turning on the tv Red began flipping through the channels when he felt his phone buzz. Checking the name on the phone he couldn’t help but be puzzled when he answered.

“Seamom?”

“Is it bad I’m glad you still call me that after all this time.” Annabella chuckled lightly.

“Well honestly I’m not sure what to really call you.” Red said sheepishly.

“Seamom is fine.”

“Alright but um why exactly are you calling me?”

“Oh your mother and I have some food that’s on the way and also I wanted to see how you're doing.”

“I’m okay, well as okay as I can be. I don’t know I’m trying to do research and see how I’m progressing but I… I’m not sure what I’m doing. I've asked Aquata since she’s dealt with things like this before but.” Red paused not sure what exactly he should say.

“Aquata has a tendency to focus on something in order to distract herself. However sometimes she focuses a little too much on the wrong thing.” Annabella sighed. “I was hoping being with a friend again would help her. Just keep trying to ask her for help, as much as she holds herself up she can’t help but be there for her friends.”

Red wasn't really sure how to take the second part of what Annabella said. She had hoped Aquata being with a friend would help. What did that mean?

"Sorry." Annabella said, bringing Red back. "I just can't help but worry so be ready for lots of food being sent."

"And we'll be here ready to eat it all." Red said. "And don't worry I'll keep an eye out on her."

"Thanks Red." Annabella sighed. "And take care of yourself too."

"I will. Thanks seamom." Red heard one last small laugh before the phone disconnected.

Putting the phone away Red began to make his way up the stairs when his body became alert and he turned towards the door. Without thinking he ran straight towards it only to be knocked backwards before he even reached the door.

He groaned as he felt his back and neck ache. There was a rushing of footsteps and suddenly Aquata was standing over him.

"What happened?" She asked her eyes flicking from him to around the cabin as if trying to spot danger.

"I dunno." Red groaned as he tried to get up. "I just ran towards the door?"

Aquata looked at him puzzled then there was a squawk that came from the other side of the door. Red perked up and growled at the noise making Aquata turn to look at him and then suddenly she was laughing. She was trying to compose herself but everytime it seemed like she was done she'd burst into another fit of laughs.

"I'm glad my pain amuses you." Red pouted, but he had to admit hearing her laugh was making his day. When was the last time he even heard her laugh?

"Oh gods I'm sorry I'm sorry." Aquata snickered as she straightened up.

However instead of helping Red she walked towards the door.

"There's a reason the mailman doesn't come too far into town. However it's a little hard to banish animals, I guess mom underestimated your transformation. Tyler didn't however it seems he added more runes to protect the house from your outbursts." Aquata said as she opened the door.

An eagle with a little blue vest was standing on top of a box. It flapped its wings and squawked again.

"Hello Harold." Aquata said, kneeling down and unclipped the package from his vest.

Red had gotten up and stood behind Aquata glaring down at the bird.

"Say hello to mom for me." Aquata said, patting his head.

Harold squawked and flapped his wings as he turned and took off. Red looked at the bird and sighed.

"Please tell me this doesn't last forever."

"Nah, you'll get used to it after a while. However I will admit Tyler stole a frisbee or two when we went on dates at the park." Aquata snickered.

Red stared at her wondering if she was just teasing him, however there was something about how naturally she said it that it almost seemed true.

Closing the door Aquata turned to go to the kitchen. And Red followed her quickly.

"Wait were you joking about the mailman and the frisbee?" He asked wondering if he sounded as stupid as he thought.

"I wish. There's a little mail center that wolves have to go to pick up their mail. Their houses are marked as "do not approach". One too many mailmen got chased in the early years of this town being settled and those cars don't drive fast enough." Aquata explained as she opened the package and pulled out seamoms famous mac and cheese casserole.

Red mouth began to water despite having eaten not too long ago. A loud grumble came from Aquatas stomach making both of them jump.

"I guess it's time to eat." Aquata laughed nervously as she turned to get plates.

Red stared at her puzzled, glancing up at the clock he realized it was way past lunch time. Quickly he walked over to the fridge only to find the lunches he'd been making for the past two days were completely untouched. How hadn't he noticed that?

"You haven't been eating lunch?" He asked turning around to see Aquatas place a large portion on her plate.

Aquatas opened her mouth as if to protest but upon seeing the fridge she quickly closed it.

"I lost track of time." She said lamely.

"Twice?" Red accused, pointing at the two pieces of tupperware.

"...yes." Aquatas sighed. "I have a lot to catch up on."

"That doesn't mean you should go around skipping meals."

"One meal. And I'm fine. See I'll take this up to my room and eat it."

"Uh uh." Red said quickly, blocking her exit.

"I," he started taking the plate from Aquata. "Am going to heat this up. You are gonna get your stuff and come down. And you will eat, if you take too long between bites I'm spraying you with water."

"You do know water doesn't affect me." Aquatas said, crossing her arms. But Red didn't budge.

"Fine." Aquatas caved letting her shoulders drop. "I'll be right back."

"You have until the microwave beeps." Red said, stepping aside to let her pass.

Ten minutes later Aquatas had her books and notebooks sprawled across the coffee table and the couch she was occupying. Her laptop was perched on a small tv tray table that Red was wondering where she had gotten it from.

Red nestled himself on the recliner and had the tv on low, he was starting to notice his ears would hurt if the tv was on too high. Every time the show would cut to commercial he would turn to look at Aquata and waited till she took a bite. One of the times he glanced over she caught sight of one of the books she was reading and tilted his head curiously.

“I didn't know you were studying to be a doctor.” He said looking at the medical book.

“I’m not.” Aquata said as she took the last bite from her plate.

Red scanned over the books trying to make sense of the mess. “It sure looks like it.”

“It's… complicated.” Aquata said, rubbing her head. Red looked at her expectedly, she sighed as she set her laptop to the side.

“Growing up you suffered from headaches right.” Red nodded turning around in his seat to face Aquata properly. “On a normal person they would chalk it up to migraines or just headaches from stress. However you were different yours were because of your powers. Now how often would you go to Starlabs only for them to estimate how much medicine you should really take or tell you to just learn to adapt to your powers?”

“Pretty much every time.” Red said, realizing she was expecting a real answer.

“I was in a lot of sports growing up besides doing our missions and my sister did dance. Our injury count was a lot higher than normal. A kid gets injured playing a sport they get sent to a doctor who then probably sends them to a physical therapist if they need to recover and call it a day. My sister and I got hurt and we jumped between labs trying to figure out the best way to treat us. We’re generation three going on four and science hasn’t caught up to metahuman treatment. The classes I’m in, the course that I’m taking, has barely been active since I’ve started. It's basically a mass learning center trying to learn everything and anything regarding metahumans, aliens, atlanteans, and mixed species. How to apply human medical knowledge so that we can start making clinics and medical facilities to help treat everyone properly.”

Red nodded taking everything in. “And how does this not make you a doctor?”

Aquata smiled sheepishly. “I'm only learning enough to be a physical/massage therapist. I don't think I have the patience to become an actual doctor. Besides sport and hero injuries are something I can understand.”

“Wait you said this program has barely been around since you started?”

“Perks of having a rich grandfather is that he’s willing to drop a lot of money for a good cause.” Aquata said, smiling as she looked down.

“I'm sure if you were to talk to the professor he’d be willing to make a donation.” Red said suddenly not sure why he wanted to help in some way.

“Oh he has.” Aquata said looking up. “About a few months after we opened up he reached out and even offered some professors to help.”

“So that’s where McCoy has been sneaking off to. Oh man I owe Jackson money.”

“What did you think he was doing?” Aquata asked.

“We thought he had a secret girlfriend somewhere. Leave it to him to be such a nerd. What?” Red asked noticing the smile on Aquatas face.

“Oh I’m not saying anything.” Aquata said, grabbing her laptop.

“You know something.” Red accused.

“I plead the fifth.” Aquata said focusing on her laptop. “And don't even think about it.”

“Think about what?” Red said, trying to look innocent.

“Probing minds is rude.”

“What’s rude is you being able to know what I’m thinking and I can never get a read on you, and I’m the mind reader.” Red said exasperated.

“How do you do it?” Red asked so seriously it threw Aquata off. It was strange how much more serious he could get now. “Ever since I’ve known you your mind has always been so quiet. At first I thought maybe you’re just different, but I’m starting to get the feeling you're actively shutting me out.”

“You really shouldn’t take it so personally.” Aquata said, trying to smile reassuringly. “My family has had a bad track record when it comes to our minds. My dad got brain blasted by Miss Martian when he was working as a double agent, he needed to get his mind reconstructed from scratch. My mom was kidnapped by a stalker who put her under a spell that made her bend to his will. My dad had to go into her mind to help her break free of it. My grandfather started teaching us from a young age how to protect our minds, how to shield it, make it harder for anyone to try and break in. After what happened to Shaylee I worked harder to strengthen mine. It's better this way.”

Red was about to ask what she meant by that last part when her phone began to ring.

“Hey Tyler what’s up?” Aquata asked as she answered the phone. “Oh… okay I'll let him know. Thanks, bye.”

“What happened?” Red asked, he had tried to avoid over hearing what Tyler might’ve said.

“Your trial has been set for tomorrow.”

#werewolf au #oc x oc

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lamiasluck · 4 years

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Just Making Sure

Summary: News of Eric's shop has officially spread to all of Dark's gang. While a new shop opening isn't exciting news, what is confusing is how Bim described him. Innocent and good? In this town? Too unlikely, no one believes him. So Dark assigns a spy mission to King to find some dirt on Eric, or, more specifically, assigns a mission for King's squirrels. After all, who would grow suspicious of a troop of adorable squirrels?

AU: Magic au, every ego has magical powers and familiars

Characters: King, Eric, Bim, Dark, and a few other egos

Words: 1844

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“He could be a spy,” Google said nonchalantly.

Bim slammed his hand against the meeting table. “I will bet money on this. He’s just some random innocent guy.”

“In this town? Doubt it,” Illinois laughed. “I’ll take you on that bet though, I could use a new hat.”

“Your luck’s gonna run out, Illy.”

The point of this meeting was to discuss future schemes and new targets. Dark didn’t expect it to derail like this. One passing comment about the new potion maker, that’s all it took, and now they were at a point of no return. Curiosity was a dangerous emotion, or incredibly annoying in this case. This potion maker, Eric, would be a topic of focus for the time being. It’s not every day one man grabs the attention of an entire gang, for good reasons, at least. However, this unorganized talk was getting tiresome.

Dark folded his hands and placed them on the table. “Bim, you’ve met this man once.” His searing voice immediately silenced the group. “How can you know his intentions?”

Bim shifted in his seat as he thought about his next words carefully. “He’s so… innocent? I’ve never seen anything like it, and I’ve seen wannabe spies before. He doesn’t seem like one.” As he continued he furrowed his brows and looked more and more fascinated. “He’s a good guy, and pure-”

“As pure as the driven snow?” Dark cut him off, staring at him with an analyzing gaze.

Instantly Bim caved under the pressure. “Well, yeah, I… I guess so?”

“Then there’s something he’s hiding. No one here doesn’t have blood on their hands.”

The group fell silent, uncomfortably so. Dark reveled in their unease, however, Wilford broke the silence before the feeling could sink in.

“I met him the other day! He’s as sweet as candy! As pure as a newborn puppy!”

“Though he acts more like a kicked one…” Bim raised his head again. There’s the confidence again. “I don’t know why he acts like that, maybe it was something I did?”

“It was definitely something you did,” Dark sighed.

Wilford hummed. “He acted all nervous around me too.”

“Then it was something you both did.” Dark cracked his neck, standing up and glaring at everyone. “Clearly this meeting has gone awry. If you all want to spend your time with your infatuations then so be it, just don’t be surprised when your latest sweetheart reveals his true colours.”

“I’m telling you, this guy’s as innocent as I say he is,” Bim murmured.

Dark walked over and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Alright then, Trimmer.” His grip tightened. “You hold onto that notion.” He looked at King from across the table, who flinched and looked back with fear. “King, follow me, I have a job for you. We’re going to investigate.”

A soft hum was the only sound within the quiet shop. Eric was taking the time to water his plants and herbs. For once, the day was peaceful, downright pleasant even. Either that or Eric was always anticipating some sort of chaos to happen. His day could go from zero to a hundred quickly, he had to take advantage of any peaceful moments he could capture.

Tulip watched unblinking as he worked, nose twitching in anticipation. Eric sighed with a fond smile and carefully picked off a leaf of basil. Within seconds it was gone, munched away by a ruthless Tulip.

The day continued as such. As far as Eric could tell, today was a normal day. Slow business can be a saving grace sometimes. It meant no one could interrogate him or make him brew up another harmful potion. Speaking of potions he took the time to restock his shelves, he spent most of his time in the backroom with his ingredients.

Unbeknownst to him, there were spies amongst him. Very tiny spies.

King’s familiar, Princess, lead the charge. A cluster of her most trusted squirrel subjects followed her chittered commands, jumping from tree to tree. She differed from the other “commoner” squirrels, of course, she had elegance.

A grey blur glided between the trees. Being a flying squirrel had its advantages, Princess landed onto the shop’s roof without any trouble, her loyal troops following suit. They positioned themselves accordingly, perching onto windows to spy on their target.

Eric was in the back room stirring his next concoction. A pinch of ground herbs, a sprig of enchanted flowers, and a touch of love and care. Also magic, lots of magic. Too preoccupied with the task at hand, he didn’t notice the sounds of little paws skittering nor the quick shadows of passing spies. Not that it damned his soul or anything, the plethora of spies was growing bored of his uneventful routine, staring at the peaceful scene.

By how Dark worded the mission made it seem like the squirrels would see Eric kill someone. Hours passed and now Eric was reading by a table in the main shop. It was even a cute light-hearted book. Princess huffed and scratched at her ears. Her troops were resting in a nearby tree, far too bored to spy any longer. She wasn’t going to give up that easily. Now perched on the windowsill that gave a good view of the entire main shop, she watched diligently.

Her view of her target was abruptly blocked by a mass of white fluff. A bunny jumped up onto a nearby shelf next to the window, not noticing her presence yet. That moment was short-lived, however. The second the bunny noticed her it was chaos.

“Tulip?!” Eric jumped to his feet as Tulip ungracefully leaped from the shelf and dashed towards him. He looked at the window and saw Princess hideaway a second too late. “W-What’s that?” he questioned out loud.

Casting one more look at his poor familiar cowering, he cautiously made his way to the door and stepped outside. Princess pressed herself against the wall to hide, though that didn’t help her cover, none of her troops were around to help either. They had a silent stare off for a moment, then Eric’s eyes brightened and a small smile appeared on his lips.

He cooed softly at Princess and looked back at Tulip, who was still cowering. “It’s okay! Come on, it’s just - just a squirrel.” A much different squirrel than he was used to, much tinier, round, and curled into a ball and staring at him with big curious eyes. Quite eye-catching, and utterly adorable.

Tulip still wasn’t convinced and continued to hide under the table. This was normal behaviour for the bunny, especially in this town, her nervous habits became amplified. Though, to be fair, both her and Eric were always on their toes in this town. However, Eric could never be scared of such a cute animal. He hummed to himself and went back into the shop, walking into the backroom to get something.

Princess tilted her head as she was abandoned. Soon after, Eric returned with something in his hands. Perhaps he was about to reveal that evil side Dark told her and King about. Was she about to find out the harsh way?

A handful of sunflower seeds were placed on the windowsill. Then, Eric walked back inside to comfort Tulip, managing to pick her up and hug her. Princess hopped up and looked at the seeds with suspicion. Well… she was getting hungry from all the spying.

“Aw~ See, Tulip? The squirrel’s not gonna hurt you,” Eric reassured as he watched the squirrel feast on the seeds. He turned Tulip in his arms until she could see how harmless Princess was. The sight calmed her down slightly, her and Princess locked eyes for a brief moment before the squirrel returned to eating.

For once, Tulip felt calm. On the flip side, Princess’ worries about Eric being evil vanished more and more with each seed she stuffed in her mouth.

Eric giggled and gently placed Tulip on the shelf in front of Princess. Only a window separated the two.

“W-Will you be - be okay, Tulip? I’m gonna, um, I should get more seeds.” Eric left and Tulip watched the squirrel eat with a sudden burst of confidence. Another squirrel, one of Princess’ troops, popped up to have a share of the food. Then another, then another, then another… A small cluster of squirrels gathered on the windowsill now. All of them looked like an average squirrel compared to Princess, and all of them made Tulip’s confidence falter.

Princess allowed her subjects to have their share of the feast, glancing back into the shop. She caught sight of Tulip in front of her, ears flattened to her head and shaking slightly. Yet, Tulip stayed planted in place, staring at her with determination. Even with the window in the way she could understand what the bunny was doing. Facing her fears.

Now that was a mindset royalty could appreciate.

Before Tulip got too overwhelmed and hopped away, Princess tapped her paw on the glass to get her attention. As a sign of respect, she nudged her head against the glass and bowed the best she could. She’d love to give her new bunny friend a hug, but this damned glass was in the way! So she settled with the next best thing.

Tulip stilled and twitched her nose. Slowly, but surely she hopped closer and nudged her head against the glass.

“Aw~!” Eric nearly dropped the seeds he was holding. “You made a friend!”

The seeds were the last thing on Princess’s mind right now, though they were a welcomed luxury. Her new friend will make for a great subject.

“I told you,” Bim sneered at Dark.

The meeting room had an air of confusion to it, with quiet murmuring amongst the egos. Dark paid no attention Bim’s snarky gaze, instead looking at King while he spoke in a smooth, albeit frustrated, tone.

“You better not be lying to me.”

King cowered in his chair. “I’m not-! They didn’t find anything!” His crown was off and resting on his lap, temporarily housing Princess as she also cowered. “Eric’s really nice, he took care of my squirrels…” he trailed off with a small smile on his face, though that was quickly wiped off by Dark’s exasperated attitude.

“How did he end up here?” Dark questioned out loud.

“I don’t know,” Bim shrugged, “but he’s here now, and I think he doesn’t know what this town really is.”

Fascinated, that was the emotion that spread through the awkwardly quiet room. Not many believed someone so good waltzed into this town. Then again, perhaps they were too used to their vile ways to acknowledge the possibility of someone pure near them.

‘There must be something he’s hiding.’

That thought crossed everyone’s mind. A puzzle just waiting to be solved. A puzzle that they were going to figure out, one way or another.

It didn’t matter that this “puzzle” was going to be scared out of his wits, what mattered was finding out answers.

#eric derekson #king of the squirrels #bim trimmer #darkiplier #magic au #markiplier #markiplier egos #fanfic

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vydante · 5 years

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Restart | Avengers x Male! Reader | 7

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Avengers x Male! Reader (romantically: undecided)

Plot: Dr. Strange said there was only one possibility of winning the battle against Thanos.

But when (Name) is forced into the past and into his younger body, he’s suddenly given the chance to start over and prevent the future from happening again.

So which route are you going to take? Are you going to risk the future and take preventative measures, or live life with the Avengers for the next 4 years, knowing what will soon come?

A/N: Got a lil’ ol’ cliffhanger at the end for ya, haha.

"Summer's supposed to be a time for relaxation, (Name), not a time for working all day and night in your lab."

You swiveled around in your chair and pointed a screwdriver at Pepper, who stood at your door with a cheeky smile. You waved it at her dramatically and tilted your head.

"Correction: summer's a time for me to do whatever I please, ma."

You set down the screwdriver and stretched lazily. She walks up behind you and sets down a bowl of fruits, freshly cut. Your eyes lit up as you snatched up one of the slices and nibbled on it. She ruffled your hair playfully and you reluctantly let her mess with your updo.

"Thanks."

She winked at you as you went to grab for another slice. She whistles as she spun a full 360 just to look around your newly built and furnished lab. It was large but felt homey, with all of the nicknack plastered everywhere and a few couches and beanbag chairs in random corners.

"I will say, I love what you did with the place. See you took my advice with the walls and flooring."

You hummed quietly as you grabbed a few more fruits from the bowl.

She helped you with the floor planning and made a few suggestions- some of which you took, others you didn't. You were originally going to go with concrete floors and walls, but you thought about how it'd look, and well...

"Momma knows best, I guess. Didn't really have any other choice- it was either that," you motioned to the, admittedly, nice looking wallpaper and tiles, "or nothing, and I'd like for my man-cave to not actually look like a cave. Or, at least, better than dad's."

His wasn't ugly looking, not by a landslide. But you did want to have bragging rights over whose lab looked the best, and if you were being honest? Yours is definitely in the lead.

"I just have to hang up a few more things- maybe have some LED lights on that corner over there, and I'll be done with decorating the place."

"No, you're not. If you want it to look better than Tony's, then you're gonna have to do a bit more decorating than that. Hey- say what, let's go shopping soon- mother-son day. I'll take you out to buy some more decorations, and maybe we'll go eating afterward."

"Oh? And what about dad? You know how he gets when we don't invite him to stuff."

You remembered the one time you took Morgan out to the park- nothing special, she was just feeling antsy and wanted to fly a kite and pet dogs- and he kept making offhanded sarcastic comments once he found out.

'Yeah, watching that movie sounds fun, almost as fun as that time our children went to the park without us.'

'I can guarantee you it'll be a great experience with all of us together- and not just half of the family because excluding them would be rude, right (Name)?'

He wouldn't let it go for weeks, much to both your amusement and annoyance.

You grabbed a few more fruits before there were suddenly none left. Ah, shoot.

"Yeah, well, he can live without us for a few hours."

She grabbed the empty bowl with an impressed smile. Your cheeks turn an embarrassing pink, but you ignored it.

"If you say so."

You shrugged, doubting that he'll be fine if you two leave without him. It's not like he's gonna hurt himself while you're gone, he'll just be mildly grumpy and sassier than normal once you come back.

She leans over to give you a quick hug before heading out of your lab. She turns around and calls out to you one last time.

"Anyways, I'll leave you to it I guess. Don't forget- family night. 7 o'clock sharp."

"Yeah yeah, I'll be there. See ya."

You watched as her figure disappears behind the frosted windows, and you swiveled around in your chair again for a few minutes in silence before speaking up again.

"Imma take a nap."

"It is in your best interest not to sleep right now, sir. You have a meeting scheduled at 7."

J.A.R.V.I.S.' voice spoke up from above. You rolled your eyes at how formal he made your plans for tonight sound. You clapped your hands dramatically and the lights followed suit, dimming down where only the light from the hallway light illuminated your lab.

"Meeting my ass, it's just family night, Jar."

You walked over to the beanbag chairs- they were too huge to be chairs, but still- and plopped right on top of them. You grunted and shed off your shoes. You grabbed a nearby blanket as J.A.R.V.I.S. spoke again.

"Regardless, Mr. Stark."

You rolled your eyes and snuggled into the beanbag. You made sure to set an alarm for 6:30 so you wouldn't miss the family night and closed your eyes.

"Oh, one nap won't hurt me. Besides, I'm a pro at afterschool napping. Been doing it since '08 baby..."

"What happened in that one scenario, the one where we win?"

You glanced over at your father as he interrogates Strange. Your eyes traveled over to the guardians and Peter, who was watching Mantis do slow summersaults. The sky is burning your face, but you say nothing of it.

Was it always this hot?

"If I told you... It wouldn't happen."

Your father sighs with frustration as everyone else tenses up. Peter was stood next to you now and said something you couldn't catch. You tried to look at him, but you couldn't make out much other than his messy hair. His face is... Blurry.

No, that's not the right word...

"Goddamnit..." Your dad gruffly sighs and runs his hands through his hair. Your attention snaps back to him, and you raised an eyebrow.

... When was his hair dirty blonde...?

Everyone seemingly dispersed, unsatisfied with the answer. You turned around, but they were gone. It was just you and Strange. For some reason, something compelled you to linger around for just a little longer.

"... It's not an outcome I would hope for, you know..."

You raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?" You ask as the hairs on your neck standing straight up. Your voice was a bit deeper and sandpaper-like. You hadn't heard yourself- your true self- speak in a while, so it startled you.

Strange's head is hung low and his voice is quiet when he speaks up. His veins are bulging out his head... Are they...

Are they moving?

"... Even if I could tell you, Stark, you'd be one of the last people I'd tell that to..."

While he says Stark, you know he's speaking directly at you instead of your father. He holds his breath before looking back up at you, eyes burning with... Regret?

You suddenly feel your throat close up on you as your hands claw at your throat. You tried to speak, but instead, you choked on your saliva as you reached out to Strange for help.

This... Feels familiar...

"And besides..."

He stands up and approaches you. You feel your stomach drop as he towers over you now, skin bulging out of his robes. It bubbles and moves unnaturally as the world closes in on you.

No... No, no, no...

This isn't right.

This...

What's happening?

He leans in close to your face as he grips your skull tightly with one hand, another on your arm. His face distorts into another face, one that brings nothing but several sleepless nights. Horror races through your veins as his nails start digging straight into your arm.

You try to claw at him with your other hand, but it didn't do anything.

He starts pulling, hard, on other your arm as you could only silently scream. A sickening snap echoes in the silence of this planet.

Thud.

Your feet rise from the ground as he lifts you by his cruel hold on your head.

Everything hurts.

Your arm hurts.

You can't feel it. Your other hand, the one you can move, immediately reaches over to your shoulder, but only the cold breeze greeted your hand.

What...?

Your vision was getting dark as the lack of oxygen was taking its toll.

You could only focus on his face as it distorts even more, from the fleshy hue to a sickening wisteria. His lips move, forming words but nothing comes out. You can't make out... What he's... Trying to say...

Ah... The side of your body feels warm, but your body shivers...

It's faint, but the smell of metal creeps in your lungs.

Shit...

Your head is spinning too much...

Gotta... Stay... Conscience...

As you quickly lose your grip on reality, a voice rings through your head and makes your ears throb painfully.

"I..."

It wasn't Strange speaking.

It was deeper, menacing...

"... Am..."

And laced with triumph.

"... Inevitable."

Your eyes snapped open as you gasped for air. You breathed erratically as you tried to catch your breath. You pulled away from the beanbag chair as you had your face buried deep into it. That was probably why you couldn't breathe properly.

What the fuck was that?

You could still feel your heart race a million miles an hour, the blood rushing to your ears almost blocking out a familiar noise.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

You shakingly look to your side and your phone was there, the flash going off like crazy. You reached over and turned the alarm off. You chucked your phone back down and leaned back into the beanbag.

"What the shit..."

You ran your fingers through your hair and scratched the back of your head as you closed your eyes, trying to get yourself together again.

While you will admit, you were diagnosed with PTSD from that horrid day, it hadn't acted up in a while now, and you hadn't a single clue what triggered it. Maybe it was because you were suffocating from sleeping faced down? You're not too sure.

Either way, you tried your best to calm your breathing and shed the blanket off of you. Your clothes stick to your body uncomfortably and you felt both cold and hot.

"Sir, are you alright? Your heart rate has spiked within the last 5 minutes and you're perspiring more than normal by 300%."

You groaned quietly and rubbed the back of your head, feeling a stress-induced headache coming on. You glanced over to a cabinet a few feet away and saw a familiar red bottle. You got up, put your shoes on and shuffled over to it and dumped a pill out from it, all the meanwhile grumbling.

"Ugh, maybe I should've listened to you earlier; no more nappies..."

You squinted in the dark laboratory and trudged to the door, bumping into a few table corners here and there.

"Ow... Ow... Ow- fuck."

You finally reached the door and opened it, the hallway light too bright for your eyes. You still hold onto the pill and made your way to your room to make a change of clothes- these ones are too gross feeling.

"God, I hope they didn't pick a loud movie..."

"They picked Predator, sir." J.A.R.V.I.S. piped up, voice sounding suspiciously cheery.

"Ah, seriously? Of fucking course, it's a loud ass movie." You rolled your eyes but instantly regretted it as it made your headache worsen.

While you were still shaken by your nightmare, you pushed it to the back of your mind and hoped that spending the night with your parents would take your mind off of it.

Somewhere, in a newly built yet messy building, sat two tired men. Around them were piles and piles of paperwork, all of them blurring into a bundle of nonsense that led to only one ultimate end point.

A conclusion that neither of them wanted.

It's been weeks since the incident at the old building. People were reunited, the threat had been eliminated... There are people just trying to get back onto their feet, some are trying to reorganize the world back together, others are helping their community; all in all, everyone's just trying to move on... but not them.

Not just yet.

"It doesn't make sense."

The blonde throws a file onto the pile next to him. More information had come in, more intel, but none of them were helpful. They all pointed to one conclusion, and it was one that he wasn't willing to accept anytime soon.

The other one looks at him with obvious frustration in his eyes. His wrinkles had gotten even deeper somehow in the past few days alone. He could feel the blonde's irritation, and while he would normally tell him to take a breather, he'd be lying if he wasn't feeling the same way about this.

"We searched everywhere. Every square inch of the rubble, the battlefield- hell, even his own house! And what came up? Nothing. Nada. Not a single trace of him."

"He's got to turn up somewhere, Bruce, I'm not giving up."

Bruce lets out an exhausted sigh as he glances over at the holograms, eyes lingering on one a bit too long before he moved on.

'Natasha Romanoff: K.I.A.'

"As much as we keep searching, it's likely... It's likely we're not gonna find what we're looking for... Chances are, he might've..."

Bruce doesn't finish the sentence, already knowing that he was walking on eggshells with the blonde when it came to him, especially after right Tony's funeral...

While they had all healed up to the best of the abilities, in their hearts was where the wounds are still fresh.

"I don't care, I know he's not dead! He... He was just... Right next to me... I...."

"I know, Steve..."

The soldier's shoulders sag as he feels all motivation and hopes slowly seeps out his body. He collapses onto the chair behind him as the faces on the holograms taunt them. While a majority of them had been updated now- anyone who had gone with the snap had come back- not all of them were updated for the better.

'Tony Stark: K.I.A.'

"He's not dead... I just... I just know he's not..."

They all sat in silence. In front of them, while only a few haunts them, one hologram makes Steve want to sink further into himself.

A headshot of an all too familiar face shines back at them, sharp eyes staring straight into the window of their souls. His lips curled in a smirk, almost sneering at them in their face for their failure. Bruce sighs and looks away as he enters new information under the file.

"It's been weeks, Steve. If he hasn't turned up now... Chances are, he won't turn up ever."

Steve looks at the eyes that taunt him beyond words. It's almost as if he's ridiculing the soldier, and at this point, he doesn't blame him if he was.

He doesn't look too long into them as the pressure builds in his chest. He holds his head in his hands as he feels Bruce approach him and rub his back in support.

Steve shakingly sighs.

"God... What the hell am I gonna tell Pepper...?"

The text underneath the headshot changes one final time from a soft blue- a blue that has been there since the very beginning- to a deep, permanent red.

'(Name) Stark: K.I.A.'

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spaceskam · 5 years

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I Never Quite Let You Go

For @michaelguerinweek day 3: favorite michael dynamic (yes i stole this from the edit prompt, idk if this fits the fic prompt)

Summary: Everyone is struggling to deal with Michael and Rosa being friends.

ao3

Maria had no idea what she was going to find when she followed Michael’s hysterical directions.

It was all fine whenever he was playing the guitar and then he lost it. Something in him just snapped and he started freaking out, struggling to find his keys through his tears. Maria thought it was insane that he wanted to drive like that, but he insisted he had to go, so she offered to drive. Now, as they drove into the desert, she was regretting the offer.

She regretted it even more when he made her skid to a stop in a random place and jumped out while the car was still moving. She put the truck in park and ran after him, hoping to make sure he didn’t do anything too stupid.

A cave came into sight that he was barrelling towards and was able to catch up just as they stumbled inside. Maria froze as she saw a giant purple-blue glow with none other than Max Evans inside. What the hell?

“Papi?” The voice was unmistakable and Maria was again thrust into shock as she turned towards it. Rosa stood alive and breathing with a blanket in lieu of clothing. Before she could make a move, Michael ran to her. Rosa seemed to have no caution for modesty as she wrapped him in her arms, pulling him down to tuck his head under her chin. “You’re so old and scruffy, what the fuck.”

“How are you alive?” Maria whispered and Rosa just smiled, opening an arm for her. Maria easily molded into the hug, not even bothering that Michael was just a blubbering mess as he clutched onto her. She gave him an arm around him as well.

None of the made any sense but she was willing to accept it if it meant Rosa was here and hugging her.

“I can’t believe you.”

“Excuse me?”

Isobel shook her head as she watched Michael sip his coffee, going back and forth between giving her full attention and texting Rosa. It was so strange seeing him actually having a normal friendship with someone. They’d both insisted they were close in high school, but just no one noticed. Isobel feels like she would’ve noticed and that now they were just being more open about it rather than sneaking around.

“For a decade, you thought I killed your friend and you never said anything,” Isobel scoffed, shaking her head. She tried not to focus on how bad it hurt that he never mentioned it and was never allowed to grieve properly because of it.

Michael shrugged as if it didn’t matter. It mattered. “Look, there was nothing I could do. I knew you weren’t in your right mind and since she was dead, you and Max were all I had left. I needed to protect you, I couldn’t put my own feelings first.”

Her chest felt a sharp pang and she looked down at her own coffee. She hated that she never noticed. God, how had she never noticed?

“Rosa, seriously?”

Liz couldn’t help but be confused as Rosa watched Michael bend over the hood of the old car he’d found for her.

“What?” she laughed, “He got hot.”

“I can’t believe I never knew you two were even friends, much less close enough that you let a white boy call you 'Mami’,” Liz scoffed, shaking her head. Rosa shrugged and tilted her head as if it would give her a better view of his ass in his faded jeans.

“I keep good company,” she said and a smile broke out on her face, “Besides, it’s really funny when he says it.”

“Mami!” Michael called as if on cue, coming closer with sweat dripping down his bare chest. Liz couldn’t help but cringe as she heard Rosa sigh happily. “I forgot to tell you, I heard some old lady talkin’ about you.”

The two women raised their eyebrows in intrigue. “Do tell.”

“Apparently, the similarity between Elena Valenti and Rosa Ortecho has not gone unnoticed,” he grinned, leaning over her chair. Liz scrunched up her nose as they got close without a thought. She hated when they did that. She felt like she was intruding even though they insisted it was nothing more than friendship. “Heard that there’s a big theory that there’s some affair in the Valenti bloodline. No one even thinks it’s fishy.”

“Then it looks like Alex’s idea is working,” Rosa mused. Michael smiled wider at the name.

“Are we surprised?” he asked before dropping a kiss to her head which caused a smile. “Gonna go shower.”

“Are you sure it’s platonic? You know you can tell me,” Liz said seriously once he disappeared into the airstream. Rosa groaned, rolling her eyes.

“Yes, Liz, it’s nothing,” she insisted, “Michael is extremely into Alex and I have my eye on someone a little shorter and a little more woman. I think it’s bullshit that two people can’t be affectionate without it having to be something other than friendship.”

“I guess,” Liz said, though she still had her suspicions. She didn’t want anyone to get hurt because of the weird relationship between them. Still, Rosa shook her head.

“It’s not really a guess situation, Liz. That’s how it was when he was 16 and had never had anyone touch him that wasn’t violent. He deserves someone who doesn’t have ulterior motives and I don’t,” Rosa insisted, “Besides, I don’t have to defend my friendship.” Liz nodded despite remaining skeptical.

“Okay, you’re right.”

“Get out!”

“I am too fucking old to be thrown out of a girl’s bed by her dad, Valenti! Fuck off!”

Kyle was fuming as he watched Rosa laugh and Guerin hold a pillow over his head. All he was doing was trying to do his brotherly duties and wake her up so she wouldn’t be late for work, but he instead found her in bed with Guerin which was absolutely not okay. Rosa had no pants on and Guerin had no shirt or pants on and he did not approve.

“She is too young for you! She is 19! Get out!” Kyle yelled again, snatching the pillow away from him. Guerin made a face, rolling over.

“He literally stays over all the time, Kyle, calm down,” Rosa laughed. That did not calm him down.

“She is nineteen, Guerin!”

“We’re not fucking, holy shit.”

“You’re half-naked in her bed!”

“It’s 102 degrees outside!”

“I don’t care! Doesn’t give you the right to be in bed with a teenage girl!”

“I didn’t do anything! And if I did, multiple people, including my boyfriend, would probably skin me alive so leave me alone!” Guerin shouted, crossing his arms over his head. “And, by the way, no one said anything when she was 18 and I was barely 16 and sleeping half-naked in her bed, so I feel like there’s some double standards here!” Rosa pouted in adoration, reaching out to rub his back.

“You alright, Papi? Bad wake up call?” she cooed. Guerin simply whined in response. Kyle was about to lose it. “Also I’m technically 30, so…” Rosa said, giving him a wild smile. Kyle huffed and turned to storm out.

He was going to tell Alex about this.

“They’re friends, Kyle.”

“I’m annoyed by how calm you are.”

Alex chuckled, closing his laptop and sliding it into his backpack. He and Michael were going very slow and working their way to being solid friends before they did anything too crazy. They had had a long in-depth talk about how they wanted to go about things after Rosa and Maria had pressured Michael into making them actually talk. After that, it was super easy for Alex to stop feeling like either of them were a threat. Not that he liked that he felt that way in the first place, but he will admit that he did.

“They’re both consenting adults on top of it. Even without her literally dying, she’s almost 20 and she’s been through a lot. I think they’re good for each other,” Alex decided. At first, their relationship was a little uncomfortable, but Alex was probably the first one to realize that they related on a level Michael was lacking. It was good for him.

“I don’t like it, she’s my sister and he’s… Guerin,” Kyle said, looking disgusted. Alex smiled, shaking his head.

“He’s not that bad.”

“I don’t trust your judgment when it comes to him,” Kyle said. Alex shook his head, but let him continue to ramble. “He called you his boyfriend by the way.”

“Yeah?” Alex asked, a small smile pulling at his lips. They hadn’t really given anything a title, but they had agreed not to see anyone else while they tried to work with each other. The fact that he was considering a boyfriend made him feel a bit better.

“See, this is why I don’t trust your judgment!”

When Alex got home that night, he found both Michael and Rosa on his couch which had become pretty common these days. Alex had missed Rosa a lot, she was the first person to make him feel like he could be himself and say fuck it to whatever other people thought. He found it funny that while she was being that person for him, she was also that person for Michael. They could’ve so very easily been together earlier if Rosa’s two worlds had collided for a moment.

“I heard Kyle tried to throw you out this morning,” Alex chuckled, easily falling onto the couch between them.

“Which is why we’re on your couch and not his,” Michael noted. Alex smiled, shaking his head as Rosa tucked herself into his side.

“You’re just in time, though, ‘cause Papi made popcorn and it’s spooky movie season,” Rosa stated. Alex relaxed deeper into the couch with a nod, hearing his front door lock itself with the assistance of Michael’s brain. When Alex looked to him, his eyes went from Alex’s shoulder and back to his eyes. Alex threw his arm around the back of the couch and Michael took it as a go-ahead.

Alex ended up smashed in between the two of them, feeling each of them jump when lame scares would come on the screen. It was oddly comforting and he decided that this could become his normal and he didn’t think he’d mind.

Actually, he believed he loved it.

#mgweek19 #guerinweek19 #michael & rosa #michael & rosa fic #michael guerin #michael guerin fic #rosa ortecho #rosa ortecho fic #roswell new mexico #roswell new mexico fic #rnm #rnm fic

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blueneonlightshow-blog · 7 years

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Two for One Combo (Part 1)

Star pointed her wand at the numerous rats charging after her. "cotton burst ice blast!"

A wisp of cold blue light shot at the monsters and froze them to a tree, nearly missing Marco's head. "Hey, careful, Star! Hyah!" he shouted, kicking his attackers away.

"Sorry!" Star looked back and saw more rats approaching her. She took aim, but quickly moved out of the way, avoiding Ludo's green blast of energy.

"It doesn't have to be this way, Star Butterfly! I just need your book and I can be on my way!" he shouted, shooting more green energy at her. "And don't think you can escape from me this time. I've had practice."

Star landed safely from Ludo's barrage of attacks. "Wait, me escape? Aren't you the one that usually runs away from these fights?"

"Wha- no! I do not!"

"Yeah you do. Marco and I kick your butt all the time and then you run away… all the time."

"Silence!"

"I'm just saying."

He angrily shot another green blast at the girl. "Give me that spellbook!"

"Not gonna happen Ludo!" She shot a narwhal blast at the little bird man and the surrounding rats. Smiling at her work, she looked in Marco's direction to see her friend fighting off Ludo's spider and eagle. "I got you, Marco!" She held up her wand. "Taffy Rope Net!"

A web of taffy flew towards the attackers. Marco struggled against the spider but was able to land a punch and throw it into the eagle. He jumped to his feet, taking his fighting stance again. "Ha! You can't pin me down. I'm a master at judo- Ah!" The net enveloped Marco against a tree, leaving his body stuck on its side. "Star!"

"Sorry!" She ran over to Marco and tried to pull the net off.

"Uh… Star?"

The princess looked behind her and saw Ludo standing on top of his spider and bird with his army. "Nowhere to run, Princess Butterfly. Now hand over the book!"

Star smirked. "How about I give you THIS!" Ludo looked up into the sky as Star jumped in the air. "Mega Tune Music Wave!" She fell to the ground and slammed her wand into the earth, creating a pleasant musical note in the air. The shockwave, however, was not so pleasant. The army flew back, the rats and Ludo groaning from the pain.

The little monster held his head, disoriented from the sound. "No, I think I much prefer the book…" he said in a slur of words. He shook his head and regained his focus, growling at the princess. "Fine. You win this time! But don't get used to it!"

"But isn't this like the gajillionth time I've beaten you though?"

"No! And that's not even a real number."

"Sure it is. They had to invent that number because that's how many times I've beaten you."

"Silence!"

"I'm just saying."

Ludo got up and dusted himself off, pulling out his makeshift scissors and tearing a portal in reality. "I'll be back for that book! And when I do, you'll be sorry!" He jumped in with his army of rats, giant spider, and eagle trailing behind him.

Star crossed her arms. "No need to be all dramatic about it..." Her attention shifted focus when she heard Marco struggle from her spell. "Oh! Marco!"

The boy tried to free himself from the net but failed to make any progress. Star ran up to him and tried to pull him off the tree, but it was of little help. "Jeez, this thing is strong."

"Yeah… who knew taffy would be so hard?" She tried to move her hands to get a better grip, but the taffy net didn't seem to budge. "Well… looks like I'm gonna have to use magic to get you out."

Marco widened his eyes. "Uhh… I don't know, Star. Remember the last time you used magic on me?"

"No."

"I stayed invisible for four days! And you had to call your mom for help?"

Star thought for a moment, trying to recollect her memory.

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"Hey Marco, lemme test this one spell on you!"

Marco sighed. "Why me?"

"Because I need a live test subject- I mean partner! I need a partner to test my invisibility spell!"

"Did you just say-"

"Nope!"

Marco stared at his friend in suspicion, but eventually caved. "Alright fine. Just… don't mess me up too much, okay?"

Star scoffed, waving her hands. "Don't worry, it'll be fine!"

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Star scoffed. "Don't worry, it'll be fine!"

"That usually means it won't be..." the boy said with a deadpan voice.

Star raised her wand and pointed it at Marco. "Well, seeing how you're stuck to the tree and I'm the one with the wand..."

Marco let out a sigh. "Alright, go ahead."

"Yay!" Star cleared her throat and took aim at Marco. "Mystic Ghost Transform!" A grey beam shot at Marco, making his body shake from the affect.

"Woooaaaahhhhhh S-S-S-Staa-a-aaa-a-ar thii-i-i-i-i-is fe-e-ee-e-e-els wee-e-e-e-eii-ird" He felt his body become free from the net and slowly slide down from the tree. The beam lasted for a few more seconds before Marco landed on the ground. "Oof! Huh? Hey, it worked!"

Star's eyes widened. "Uhhh… Marco?"

"That's a cool spell. When did you learn that one?"

"Marco?"

"Yeah?"

She pointed at his body. He looked down at himself and saw that he was now semi-transparent. "What the…"

"You're kind of… see-through."

He held up his hand, able to see the trees through it. "What is this?"

Star examined the transparent Marco, taking note of his condition. "Hmmm…" She looked back and forth between the body and spirit, even sticking a hand through her friend, causing him to 'eep!' "Hmm… that's interesting… Yup! You're a ghost!"

"Okay… so can you change me back?"

"I… don't know how," she said, laughing nervously. "I didn't get that far into the spellbook… But don't worry! I'm sure we can fix this… although it's kind of neat, don't you think?" She tried to nudge him with her elbow only to passed through his body, sending shivers down his… ghost spine.

"D-don't do that. It feels really weird." Star smirked and stuck her arm into Marco's ghost body. "Gah! Star! Quit it!"

She giggled. "So cute~ You know, you could be really spooky and scare people. Haunt people's souls… or at least that's what Janna says ghosts do."

"I'm not gonna scare people!"

"But you could."

"Star!"

"I'm just saying."

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Star pulled out her large spellbook from under her bed, turning the covers over to a random page. "Hey Glossaryck? Are you in here?" she said, flipping through the pages for the little man.

"Yeeeeesssss m'lady?" He stuck his head out from under the bottom cover, looking up at Star and ghost Marco.

"Heyyy, Glossy. I have a bit of a problem here… sooooooo I used that ghost spell on Marco totally by accident and I don't know how to get him back to normal."

"By accident?" Marco repeated, giving Star a deadpan look. Glossaryck crawled out of the book and floated towards Marco. He examined the boy, taking note of his transparency before floating right inside him. "Gah! Stop that! Get out of there!"

The magical being didn't listen and pretended to backstroke in his body. "So… how long was the spell used on you?"

Marco quickly jumped back, shivering at the intrusion. "I dunno… like… a few seconds?"

Glossaryck placed his hands on his hips. "Really, hmmmm... Well, from my years of experience, I can definitely say that my professional conclusion is… I don't know how to fix this."

"What!?"

"Did I stutter?" The little man flew back onto the book and sat comfortably on the pages.

Marco on the other hand was in a complete panic. "You mean to tell me I'm stuck like this forever!?"

"I didn't say that. I just said I don't know how to fix it. Chances are, the spell will wear off in a few days… probably. Look on the bright side, kid. You can be all spooky and scare some people."

Star gasped. "That's what I said!"

"I'm not going to scare people!"

"Well, you might as well enjoy your ghost powers, kiddo. Who knows, maybe it'll be more fun this way. Ahem… Dip doooowwwwn," Glossaryck chanted before diving into the book, disappearing from existence.

Marco sighed. "Well that was useless." The princess approached the ghost and stuck her hand inside his body once more, making the boy squeal. "S-Star! Quit it!"

She giggled even more. "Sorry, sorry! It's just so cute the way you do that."

A blush came across his face. He pulled his hoodie over his head and turned away from the girl. "Yeah, yeah…" he muttered.

"Anyway, I'm sure it's not all that bad. I'll just do what I did with your monster arm and make up a new spell to get you back to normal!"

Marco sighed. "Alright. Why not?"

Star smiled, using levitato on the book. "Great! C'mon, Marco!" she called out as she exited her room.

"Wait, where are we going?"

"Out! I'm starving."

"But what about my body?"

"We can multitask!"

"We have food here, you know."

"Yeah, but you're a ghost. How are you going to make stuff for us if you can't use your hands?"

"I can just teach you how to-"

"Exactly! We can't! But don't worry. I know a great place that sells burgers. Jackie and I went there before."

Marco sighed, rolling his eyes. "Fine. Let's make it quick."

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Star took a bite out of her burger, happily enjoying the meal. "This is so good, Marco. You gotta try it!"

The boy tried to grab at his own burger but failed to make any contact with it. His hands passed through his lunch, making his stomach growl even more. "You know, I didn't think it was possible for ghosts to get hungry…"

"Oh! Here, let me try. Ahem…" She held her wand up and pointed it at the burger. "Mystic Ghost Transform!" a flash of light beamed at the sandwich before transforming the meal into a transparent ghost burger.

Marco reached out, surprised that he could make contact with the burger. He took a bite out of his meal, smiling. "Wow. That is good. Thanks, Star!"

"No problem. Now, let's see…" She looked through the book, reading on transformation spells. Perhaps something there could help turn Marco back into human form. "Okay, let's try this one," she said, pointing at the script.

Marco leaned over her shoulder to see a picture of a figure holding the wand, shooting at another figure with the spell underneath it. "Exo… morphous?"

"It looks like the spell will change you back."

"Are… you sure?" he asked, concerned about the next picture that followed, showing the figure becoming larger. "It doesn't look like the spell is meant for that…"

"Psh, don't worry, I got this. Exo morphous!"

"Wait wait wait!"

Rather than the making contact with him, the spell passed through Marco's body, hitting another customer's burger. The sandwich grew one hundred times its size, crushing the wooden table with its weight. The group of customers cheered as they took a piece from the new burger.

Star looked at her book once more, confused by the lack of information. "Huh… well that didn't work…"

"All the magic in the universe and you're telling me Glossaryck doesn't know a single spell that can turn me back into a human?"

"Well, this could be a test for me. Glossaryck might be pretending he doesn't know so that I can learn for myself!"

"Great. I guess that makes me the guinea pig… again…"

"At least I know how to make food bigger now."

"True…"

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The two walked through the park once again, taking a nice leisure walk on the nice spring day. Star continued to read through her floating spellbook while Marco entertained himself with his ghostly abilities by passing his hands through one another.

"This still freaks me out..." he said as he stared at his hands. "You know, I'm surprised no one cares that I'm a ghost walking around everywhere."

"Well they sure are used to having a magical princess around here, so I guess a ghost isn't anything too new."

"Yeah, that's a good point…"

Star stopped at the park bench, taking a seat with her book. "Okay, let's see… I think I finally got it this time…."

Marco crossed his arms (or tried to. They simply passed through each other). "Alright. Lay it on me," he said, knowing full well he probably won't be able to stop Star from casting the spell anyway.

The princess' face lightened up and presented her wand in front of him. "Aestrus Forma!"

A beam of light shot at the boy. This time, it made contact with his ghost form. He felt a tingle around his body before feeling himself being pulled into the wand. "S-Star?"

The wand then shot a beam of light at Star, causing her to drift towards the wand as well. "Wait- what? What's happening!?"

The two drew closer together, sucked into a singularity by the wand. In a bright flash, the two kids, Star and Marco, no longer existed. Instead, a latino girl with brown hair, blue eyes, and pink hearts on her cheeks remained. She wore a black skirt, a red long sleeve shirt, and a sea foam green vest with the cute purple octopus that was on Star's dress. The girl looked around, confused at what was happening before coming to her senses.

"...Aw, man… what just happened? Why does my head hurt…?" she mumbled in a fairly strong and somewhat deep feminine voice. She saw the wand on the ground and picked up the artifact. "This… looks familiar…" The girl examined the wand, gently shaking it when it shot a violent burst of energy. She screamed, dropping the wand and backing away. "What the heck!?"

She looked around to make sure no one was around. Thankfully, the park was rather empty, so no one was hurt.

"Okay… weird…" she muttered, her heart racing from the sudden surprise. She looked around, finding the spellbook on the ground. The girl approached it, taking a look at the foreign object. "Huh..."

The girl flipped through the pages curious of the strange markings on each page with even stranger pictures to compliment it. "What is all this stuff?"

"It's a spellbook, kid."

"Ohmygod atinyblueman!" the girl shouted, backing away from the book. This day keeps getting weirder...

Glossaryck's head appeared from under the pages, staring at the new girl. He squinted at her, examining her face. "What? You've never seen an all powerful magical being before? Star's been living on Earth for a year now, I'm pretty sure everyone has seen something by now."

The girl tilted her head, unsure whether to approach Glossaryck. "Um… Star…?"

"Yeah, you know. Star Butterfly. Princess of Mewni. She makes a magical mess in almost every episode she's in."

"What do you mean episode-"

"She's got a wand that can do just about anything with the right imagination. You've never heard of her before?"

"...N...No?"

"Huh… that's weird… cuz you kind of have her… her magical force. You know?"

"Magical- what are you- WHY DON'T YOU MAKE SENSE!?"

"Star's got this magical… aura… and when you're as powerful as me, you can sense other people's magic. And it feels like you have Star's inner magic potential."

"WHAT THE HECK DOES THAT EVEN…" The girl rubbed her head, becoming more frustrated by the minute. "You are just all sorts of help, aren't you?" she muttered. "Okay… so… let's start at the beginning. Do you know who I am?"

"Uuummmm…" Glossaryck examined her once again, then looked at the book. "Hmmm…. No."

"Oh, great. That's… just great. Wonderful. So… what the heck are you? Are you even real? ...Am I on drugs?"

"Uh, no, kid. I'm Gllllllllossaryck!" he announced as he waved his hand in the air, leaving floating letters above his name. "An all powerful, magical entity that lives inside that book and serves whomever wields the magic wand."

The girl stared, completely in disbelief. "...Magic… wand- you're telling me magic is real?"

"Did I stutter?"

She crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow at the little man. "Well gee, well aren't you sassy?"

"Only on Saturdays."

The girl let out a sigh. "Do you know how I got here, at least?"

"Mmmmmmm, no. But I can find out." He flipped through the pages, looking for a possible spell that the princess could have messed with. "Ah hah… Yup… okay, kid. I think I know what happened. Here, take a look."

The book began to levitate in front of the girl, showing her a strange looking page. Trying to ignore her initial excitement and fear for the supernatural abilities, the girl read through the book. "Um… Aestrus Forma?"

"Yeah, it looks like Star used a fusion spell on herself by accident. And by the looks of it, she did it with Marco."

"Uhh…"

"Oh, right. Star is a magical princess from another dimension. The same dimension where I'm from, actually. She was the previous wand user."

"..."

"And Marco is her boyfriend or something."

"..."

"Okay, so maybe not her boyfriend... not yet anyway. Star's shy like that. She just doesn't want to admit it."

"This makes no sense at all…" the girl groaned as she sat on the grass. "So… I'm not even a real person?"

Glossaryck floated over towards the girl, sitting on top of her head. "I mean, you're a real person now."

"So you're telling me I was just born today?"

"...That's one way of looking at it. Happy birthday, kid."

The girl whined, falling onto the grass. "I need therapy…"

"Don't worry. You'll understand what's going on soon. I'm sure Star and Marco's memories will come back to you at some point."

"Star and Marco…" Flashes of memories appeared in her head. She could see the faces of the two idiots laughing and fighting together. "I… think I remember them."

"Ah, see? Already coming back."

More flashes appeared in her mind of the two spending time together. More laughter. More smiling. Playing. Hugging. "Huh… cute." Memories began to form in her mind, revealing more about the two best friends. They were… fighting… fighting together. A green bird monster was attacking with rats. Star won. She turned Marco into a ghost… "Heh… wow… that's stupid."

"That's you you're talking about," Glossaryck chimed in.

"...Shush you..." The girl began to think again. A ghost… more spells… the book. Star used the book. Accidentally fused themselves… and now she was here. "...Okay… I think I remember everything…"

"Now that we have that settled, how about we figure out what to call you, kid?"

The girl thought to herself for a bit. If she's going to be around, she should probably think of a good name to go by. Maybe a mixture of Star and Marco. It's only appropriate, right? She thought of the perfect name. "I think I'll call myself… Marar."

"Marar?"

"Yeah, Marar's good. Just combine the two names and you get Marar."

"You…" Glossaryck blinked, unsure if she was joking. "...Okay… Marar it is…"

The girl nodded, beaming a large smile. She scanned the book once more before picking up the wand. "So… how long 'till I turn back into those lovebirds?"

"Mmmm probably a few days."

"Cool. Guess it's my time to shine! C'mon, Glossy Rick. Let's check this place out." She picked up the book and wand and began walking towards the city.

The blue man rolled his eyes. "It's not Glossy Rick. It's Glossaryck."

Marar giggled. "Whatever you say, Rick."

------------------------- Say hello to Marar everyone! Man, if only there was another name you could make out of Star and Marco... I guess the world will never know... :D

#star butterfly #marco diaz #star vs the forces of evil #svtfoe #fanfic #glossaryck #marar

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gulescamisade · 7 years

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Alaska: Day 7

DAVE: -this guy is no longer dying. is he dizzy? yes. is he shivering? yes. that's good. do his fingers and toes look relatively normal now? yes. suffering maybe, but not dying. hell no. NOT TODAY.-

[[ That's the spirit! ]]

[[The blizzard still raged overhead. This is sure a hell of a storm. ]]

REDGLARE: -she has been SLOWLY circumventing the radius of the cave, looking for exits. Wherever and whatever they may be...-

DAVE: -watching redglare as she goes around. ENTERTAINMENT-

MITUNA: -He's been alternating, maintaining the "ceiling" and dumping the snow elsewhere. As of now, he rests.-

LATULA: -RUBBING HIS HEAD-

[[ With thorough searching, time, and scruitiny, Redglare may be able to hear a hollow sound over the snowstorm overhead. It sounds akin to wind being pulled through a tunnel. ]]

[[ A wind tunnel, so to speak. ]]

REDGLARE: -She's been dragging a little rock along, scraping the floor so she'll have a line back. She attempts to put her arm through the windy wind tunnel. JUST SORTA FEEL AROUND OUT THERE-

KARKAT: =watches this and stays huddled with Dave.=

DAVE: what is she doing

[[ It's not so much a tunnel yet as it's a hole the size of a dime. By placing her hand up to it, Redglare can feel a coolness against her hand. ]]

REDGLARE: -hm. Some more testing. She takes the sharp rock and begins to attempt to dig around the hole, trying to feel if the surrounding area is soft enough to make it a little bigger.-

DAVE: i hope thats a sharpies pick of a rock

ARANEA: -watches redglare also. by this point she's huddling with daelos again.-

DAVE: if were gonna be diggin our way to minnesota

REDGLARE: -she can't really hear them but she's vaguely aware of the fact that she's being watched. Not that it matters too much to her.-

[[ Success! It breaks away bit by glorious bit until the soil falls away, falling down from the larger rocks littering the base to the floor. Come to think of it, this area actually appears to look like it had been a cave-in at one point. The hole has now grown big enough for Redglare to stick her head through. ]]

KARKAT: =That seems. Like a bad idea. Sticking heads in random holes=

DAVE: thats gotta be a glory hole for a giant dick

KARKAT: Stop talking about dicks, Dave.

ARANEA: 😒

REDGLARE: -2 bad she doesn't really have any source of light... sticking her head through is something she WON'T Do. instead she's gonna stick her arm through and feel around a little.-

DAVE: -DONT DO THAT HAVE YOU SEEN AMERICAN HORROR STORY ASYLUM WHERE ADAM LEVINE STICKS HIS HAND SOMEWHERE AND IT GETS EATEN-

[[ CHOMP! Nah, jk. ]]

KARKAT: =Wow. SPOILERS=

[[ It's chilly where Redglare's arm has decided to be. But the other side is hollow. Any amount of flapping around will only pass through empty air. ]]

REDGLARE: -She's trying to find the floor, if any exists. Does this simply open to some kind of chasm?-

DAVE: -IT HAPPENS IN THE FIRST EPISODE HE DIES RIGHT AWAY-

KARKAT: =Maybe he's still on season 1 or something!=

[[ With effort, her fingers brush something on the other side. It feels like gravel and loose soil, much like what has fallen to the ground on her side. The ground feels like it might be gently sloping downward. ]]

REDGLARE: -She pulls her arm out. It's dusty and covered in dirt and her fingers are a little achy, but she raises her arm and gestures towards the group.-

KARKAT: What is it? I'm hoping you're about to say "a hot spring".

REDGLARE: -Shakes her head. She does a sign for 'wind' and 'down'. Not much ELSE than that, but she can barely see over here.-

DAVE: maybe some clothes

KARKAT: Some place down.... hang on. =Rubs Dave's shoulders and scoots him close to the fire then goes to see what Redglare means and it already feels cooler... but probably because there's no fire on the other end=

KARKAT: Should dig it out you think?

REDGLARE: -NODS-

KARKAT: Alright. =He starts to dig his claws in to try and widen the hole more. Haha good thing it's not all collapsing on them!=

DAVE: careful of the dick

KARKAT: =Sighs.....= Dick just... comforts him. For some reason. =Says to Redglare, or to himself=

REDGLARE: -LISTEN SHE'S JUST SURE THERE'S SOMETHING OUT THERE. Maybe even... THE OUTSIDE?

KARKAT: =Okay but the outside is.... very not great=

[[ The winds howls above, reminding them of the shitty storm still in progress. ]]

KARKAT: =The outside is very not great=

REDGLARE: -well she's not gonna stop unless someone stops her-

REDGLARE: -that's for certain-

[[ With Karkat's help, much of the gravel and slightly larger stones have been moved aside. All that is left now are the larger rocks. There are some the size of their fists and some the size of bowling balls. Down at the very bottom by their feet, there one particularly large one that may need at 2-3 people to move. ]]

[[ But progress is progress and for now they are MAKING some. ]]

KARKAT: =Maybe he can use this dirt and gravel to bury his matesprit, oh wait he doesn't have her body and trolls don't do that haha. Claws out more gravel and dirt, just keeps working=

REDGLARE: -WORK THROUGH THE PAIN. She's going for the big rock and gestures at Karkat.-

REDGLARE: -C'MON-

DAVE: -going to carefully...push...himself up. oooowwwwwwwwwww. USE. YOUR ARMS. DAVE.-

KARKAT: =YOU LAY BACK DOWN, but he's coming Redglare lets get this BIG ROCK.=

REDGLARE: -She is doing her best to get har arms around it, shoving her body weight and attempting to roll it out of the way a little at a time.-

[[ It doesn't roll so much as slide. There is an extended grinding sound as it's moved about an inch. ]]

DAVE: -OH GOD HIS LEGS ARE NUMB SHIT SHIT SHIT okay they're fine now. he's actually managing to stand and it makes him incredibly dizzy and now his HEAD is screaming with pain. but at least the frostbite's gone. he wants to see what they're doing. give him a second. he's basically a turtle with this back sitch-

KARKAT: =DAVE HE SWEARS TO GOD and also huffs a little trying to drag this rock up and out of the way. The grinding sound is annoying and defeats the purpose of them having to be quiet but it's GOTTA GO=

REDGLARE: -YEAH. they might need stuff on the other side. Like more rocks, or plants. Or mushrooms?-

ARANEA: -dave you fucking fuck. hisses a little at him.- (Don't hurt yourself...)

DAVE: what am i gonna do die in this cave DAVE: no thanks -he's walking pretty funny to try to avoid further injuring himself, and he's still dizzy so it takes intense focus to head in the right direction-

[[ Little by little the rock is moved away, grinding along as it's pushed. The dirt the rock had been holding up near the sides shifted, raining down small particles over the entrance they've created, but their work seems to hold. There doesn't appear to be another cave-in happening today. ]]

REDGLARE: -oh hey it feels like her leg is on fire. and bleeding again. She inhales a sharp breath as it finally, after so much effort, gives way to a reasonably-sized opening.-

[[ Well done everyone!! ]]

[[ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qi4jKa6jaek ]]

KARKAT: =Huzah.=

KARKAT: =Now what the heck is in here?=

REDGLARE: -hm. She takes a rock and then she just. GENTLY ROLLS IT DOWN. see how far it goes and whether it makes a sound...-

[[ It's large enough to crawl through, even for Daelos, but they will have to crawl. The hollow, airy sound Redglare heard before is much louder now. The rock disappears through the hole, rolling for a second or two before seemingly stopping. There is nothing but darkness beyond. You'll need a light source to proceed. ]]

ARANEA: -wobbly follows after dave-

KARKAT: =Someone snap Mituna like a glowstick=

REDGLARE: -DO NOT SNAP MITUNA-

DAVE: -did someone ask for sick fires-

KARKAT: =Sick fires not a sick human.... eyeballs Dave= Sit down...

DAVE: why

KARKAT: Because you look like shit, which coming from me doesn't mean much butif you look at everyone comparatively you look like shit.

REDGLARE: -signs. HAVE LIGHT? It's a long shot.-

DAVE: thats cuz im the only human and not a troll

DAVE: no light

KARKAT: No. I'm sure if we had a seadweller that wasn't a mutant freak then they'd be fucked too. =He looks to the fire=

KARKAT: We can use one of the smaller pieces of wood... not the best idea but it's all we got for now.

ARANEA: -NO LIGHT NO LIGHT IN YOUR BRIGHT BLUE EYES I NEVER KNEW DAYLIGHT COULD BE SO VIOLENT-

DAVE: -too bad my eyes are red-

KARKAT: =He's also thinking about dicks right now so=

REDGLARE: -THIS WOULDN'T BE A PROBLEM IF LIGHT WEREN'T SO FUCKING METAPHORICAL!!! stupid paradox space-

[[ The cave waits... seductive and windy. ]]

KARKAT: =Don't...... and he also goes to get a stick..... a log..... a stog from the fire= Alright. Let's hope nothing in there is hungry.

REDGLARE: -frowns, slightly. It's windy. It may not last... but she's not voicing any of those issues. She just nods.-

DAVE: -steps backward because from what he can feel...that's another one way trip to frostbite land-

REDGLARE: -She's going to go in first, getting low to the ground and gradually shimmying down the slope. Just in case.-

[[ Once on the other side, Redglare finds she is able to stand. What light their stog gives illuminates off of the walls of the cave, showing there is much more to the other side than they thought - it is a series of caverns, leading downwards and deeper with no presumable end in sight, far larger than the pitfall into which they were lowered. ]]

KARKAT: =Good, he nods to Dave= We'll be back. =He follows Redglare trying his best to sheild the fire at least a li-- oh= Fuck.

REDGLARE: -Frowns. But then, that's why she's been marking the floors. Now she's going to start marking the walls, too.-

REDGLARE: (3v3ry tr1p m4k3 4 n3w l1n3. know wh4t to follow b4ck.)

DAVE: you better -without much of anything else to say...he very carefully....tries to sit down...-

KARKAT: =Nods at her instructions=

REDGLARE: -BASIC MAZE RULES-- follow the left wall.-

REDGLARE: -that is to say that's what she's doing there. Slow and a bit overly cautious-- or, at least, masking the pain from walking with caution.-

KARKAT: =Would she prefer he piggyback her?=

KARKAT: =To be fair... her leg is pretty gross bad=

REDGLARE: -...SHE WOULD NOT PREFER THAT OK-

REDGLARE: -She takes a deep breath of the air as they go, glancing back at Karkat with the fire.- (how th3 h3ll d1d th3y f1nd th1s pl4c3?)

[[ Meanwhile, in the original skylight cave where everyone else is, howling of a different kind can be heard mixing with the howling of wind from above, along with distant snarls. ]]

DAVE: -furrows his eyebrows and looks at aranea- (what was that)

[[ Redglare and Karkat are quite ambitious for undertaking such a task, but it must be done. It is much quieter in here and their soft voices seem to penetrate the silence. There is nothing but gentle drip dripping sounds from stalactites onto the cave floor. For now. ]]

KARKAT: (Some bullshit asshole luck I'm sure....) =He looks around the place following Redglare and wishing he had some kind of weapon on him at least=

REDGLARE: -well there ARE stalagmites.-

REDGLARE: -she eyes them. fuck u thousands of years of gelogical development they gotta survive-

KARKAT: =True.....=

REDGLARE: -she pauses at all the drip-dripping...-

REDGLARE: (could dr1ng 1t. 1n drops.)

KARKAT: (Could be piss, or bacteria infected.... we don't have anything to boil it in)

REDGLARE: (w3 don't h4v3 4nyth1ng. cl34n w4t3r, 31th3r.) -she continues to walk...-

KARKAT: (True... guess we can't be picky.) =Follows her and keeps the fire sheilded from winds=

[[ There is the occasional flapping of wings and high-pitched chittering that grows louder with their approach. Seems like bats live in here too. ]]

[[ More soft animalistic noises can be heard, little chunks of snow falling from the hole... And then, suddenly, something much larger, flailing in the air before hitting the ground with a crack. ]]

REDGLARE: -She flinches at the sound of the... thing. That crack sounded pretty sickly.-

REDGLARE: -She takes a step towards the noise.-

KARKAT: =Oh.... fucking...... christ. He puts his hand on-- oh=

KARKAT: =Oh fuck. Not that he knows=

KARKAT: =Wait, FUCK BATS.... fuck off bats=

DAVE: -startles and- (FUCK ) -not good for the back. this old man. he tries to move himself backwards as much as he can while he figures out what this thing is-

REDGLARE: -oh ok nevermind that then. She's seen enough about earth bats-- they're not really all that scary, compared to echobeasts. They don't prey on humans.-

MINDFANG: -She had been trying to sleep when whatever the hell it is crashed into the cave floor.-

MINDFANG: (Hhhn-the fuck--??)

[[ Blood pools around it on the ground from what they can see. It's furry. A wolf. ]]

MINDFANG: -What is it DOING down here though.-

MINDFANG: -She squints and slowly, stiffly, makes it onto her feet.-

KARKAT: =.....But they aren't humans. aaaaaaaaaaaaaa not really=

[[ It fell from the hole. Oops?? ]]

REDGLARE: -AAAAAA!!!-

MINDFANG: -Then its a dumb animal.-

MINDFANG: -Shes moving towards the fallen wolf to investigate. It is dead right?-

[[ No need to scream. These bats are harmless and they're more afraid of these large creatures invading their home than you are of them. ]]

DAVE: (what the fuck what the fuck)

KARKAT: =He wants to eat them..... but will leave them alone. For now=

[[ It's not moving currently. Blood continues to spread around it. ]]

[[ If a bat could speak, it would likely say, "You gotta reach us first. Fool." ]]

KARKAT: =That sounds like a challenge you little shit=

REDGLARE: -MAYBE THEY COULD DISCOVER BAT TRAPS. Just like don't starved. And SPEAKING of don't starved, she's going to get a big chunk of Better Rock from one of these stalagmites.-

MINDFANG: -That is not a direct answer.-

MINDFANG: -Shes keeping a small amount of distance then for now. Is there any obvious injury to it besides the whole falling stories thing?-

[[ It's a little too shadowy to tell completely what its injuries are. But before she can get too close, it starts moving again, twitching at first. ]]

MINDFANG: -JUMPS BACK, her metal fist is raised just in case. She can punch really hard with this robot arm, Wolf, just TRY IT.-

KARKAT: =Good, he'll just man the light for now as they continue down this path=

DAVE: (dont move)

[[ It squirms, twitching still, and there's soft cracks and crunches as it limps to its feet, blood still dripping down its fur. ]]

MINDFANG: -Dang, that sounds painful. She grimaces at the noises its body makes.- MINDFANG: (Its alive........ For now.) -Shes not taking her eyes off it.-

DAVE: -he's frozen. being here with a wolf is such a bad idea. no use running cuz that sure as hell isn't going to happen. WATCHES. QUIETLY-

MINDFANG: -Dont worry squishy human, she will protect you.-

DAVE: -thanks...-

[[ It limps closer, dripping. It seems to be approaching toward the direction of the people and the fire. ]]

DAVE: nice dog

DAVE: wolf

DAVE: i have a wife thats kind of a part robot dog

DAVE: maybe you know her i dont know

DAVE: from canine school

REDGLARE: -THE VAGUEST FEELING SOMETHING MAY BE GOING WRONG SOMEWHERE-

MINDFANG: -If it really is getting closer, shes not going to allow it. She picks up the nearest rock and whips it at the over grown puppy.-

REDGLARE: -she sucked the moisture off the stalagmite she broke off. it probably tastes bad...-

KARKAT: =Same...=

KARKAT: =He's jealous and disgusted=

[[ The rock bounces off of it, and it pauses only a moment before it keeps moving. ]]

[[ The bats chittering become louder and their squirming becomes more restless. Suddenly, the bats take off, flying deeper into the cave. ]]

DAVE: (DONT)

REDGLARE: -She flinches.-

REDGLARE: ...

REDGLARE: -Then she starts to back up.-

REDGLARE: (b4ck.)

MINDFANG: -Damn, shes grabbing another rock, this one is much larger.-

MINDFANG: (What is Your suggestion for what we should do then??) -She hisses at him without looking away from the animal.-

DAVE: (wait because its not attacking)

KARKAT: =Oh.... She doesn't need to tell him twice, he just. Puts his hand on her shoulder to guide her as they back track slowly.... nope. NAH=

MINDFANG: (So is your theory to w8 until it does??)

DAVE: (its really hurt tho thats the thing) -carefully extends hand toward wolf-

REDGLARE: -YEAH NAH. if the bats don't wanna deal SHE DOESN'T WANNA DEAL NEITHER-

REDGLARE: -brandishing this big rock-

MINDFANG: -Dave you are going to lose that hand.-

[[ The closer it gets to the firelight, the more they'll seem to see something strange about this wolf. At first it might be interpreted as bone and organs sticking out, but the longer they look, the more it seems to have some sort of... biowiring device on its back. ]]

DAVE: ...

MINDFANG: -That is arguably worse then bones and organs.-

MINDFANG: ..........

[[ With a gurgle, it opens its bloody mouth and snaps for Dave's hand. ]]

MINDFANG: -At the snap she is throwing the second rock, right at its face.-

DAVE: -RETRACTS HAND- (shit)

DAVE: (shit shit shit)

MINDFANG: Move 8ack!

DAVE: -in his attempt to move backward, something...doesn't sound right in his back at all. he just FUCKED SOMETHIN UP REAL GOOD- FUCK

[[ It's hit with a thunk, but the wolf doesn't seem deterred. Much like it isn't noticing much of anything they do. ]]

MINDFANG: -DAVE YOU USELESS HUMAN.-

MINDFANG: -Seeing how the youngest strider seems indisposed, she rushes to get between him and the wolf.-

MINDFANG: -Shes going to punch it right in the doggy snoot.-

DAVE: -he can work with LEG INJURIES AND FOOT INJURIES AND HAND INJURIES but THIS BULLSHIT IS STUPID-

[[ Redglare and Karkat can now hear distinct sounds of struggle and alarm from their "camp" back in the pitfall. ]]

[[ DOOF. It flies and rolls back a few feet over the ground, but it twitches back onto its feet within a few moments. ]]

KARKAT: !! =Okay, he's not going to make her run but he is going to kind of hoist her a little to get some support off her bad leg= (Fuck we have to go back!)

MINDFANG: -!!!??!-

MINDFANG: -Shes staying between it and Dave.-

REDGLARE: -!

REDGLARE: -IS HOIST-

REDGLARE: -she's not arguing but HECK-

DAVE: -got his dukes up just in case-

MINDFANG: Is this normal for earth canines? -Shes pretty sure it shouldnt be.-

DAVE: no

DAVE: no its not

KARKAT: =RUNS BACK... Well. Goes back quickly, here they come bustin in on the scene=

MINDFANG: -Thats just disturbing.-

MINDFANG: -She hisses and advances on the wolf. No sense in giving it a chance to get the first move in on them especially since they have no real weapons.-

MINDFANG: -Here comes her strong fist to its skull again.-

REDGLARE: Wh-

REDGLARE: -what the fuck???-

MINDFANG: -Hey Redglare watch her punch this wolf!-

KARKAT: =WHY, but also kill it=

REDGLARE: -SHE'S NOT YOUR MOM JEEZE-

[[ THUNK. This time it's another sickening crunch, but even bloodied and misshapen, it still tries to struggle up. It appears brain damage does not deter the beast. ]]

MINDFANG: -WITNESS HER.-

MINDFANG: -ALSO GROSS.-

REDGLARE: Wh3r3 d1d th4t com3 from? -She pulls away from Karkat. SHE'S GOT A SHARP ROCK CLUB-

MINDFANG: -Shes not giving up, she will punch it as many times as it takes.-

MINDFANG: -But yeah please get over here quick with that rock club.-

REDGLARE: -She aims it at its back-- pointy end down as hard as she can, to get it between the neck and shoulderblades.-

MINDFANG: -Quickly moves back for Redglare to do her thing.-

[[ Just around the time Redglare aims, something jumps from the wolf and onto Mindfang's metal arm. It's the biowire device, looking like some kind of insectoid creature with dangerous spaghetti wires hanging from it. ]]

[[ The wolf's body collapses in a heap to the stone. ]]

MINDFANG: -UM NO-

DAVE: -oh...my god...-

KARKAT:= WTF=

REDGLARE: -that... wasn't effective in the way it should be. She turns sharply.-

MINDFANG: -The second she sees it she is going into a frenzy to brush it off, get it off, anything.- MINDFANG: Wh8t the SHIT!!

[[ IT GOES FOR A CRAZY BUCKING BRONCO RIDE ON MINDFANG, but it seems like it's trying to crawl onto the rest of her. ]]

REDGLARE: Th3y.

REDGLARE: sh3 w4rn3d m3 to b3 qu13t.

REDGLARE: Som3th1ng would h34r us.

REDGLARE: th1s must b3 1t.

MINDFANG: -She is going to try and grab it with her normal hand and rip it off her. Nope. N O PE.-

DAVE: -IT SUCKS BEING HELPLESS!!!!!!-

DAELOS: - It takes him a while to drag himself to her huffing and puffing, but when he gets to Mindfang he attempts to slap both hands together, intending to squash the creature between them-

[[ It squish crunches grossly, and maybe stabs Daelos' hands a little bit. It twitches for a few moments before going limp. ]]

MINDFANG: -That is disgusting, that was ON her.-

MINDFANG: -She is turning and putting distance between herself and Daelos while she wipes off her metal arm just to get the feeling of it trying to crawl up her away.-

MINDFANG: (What the F8CK!)

KARKAT: What the fuck even happened?

[[ Shenanigans. ]]

DAVE: someones gotta be controlling that right

MINDFANG: -INDEED. Excuse her while she wheezes and tries not to keel over from the ache of her ribs coming back full force now that the rush of danger is gone.-

MINDFANG: (It fell. Through.)

DAVE: (the wolf)

KARKAT: It... God.

REDGLARE: -exhales.-

REDGLARE: ...th3r3's prob4bly mor3.

MINDFANG: Gr8. Splendid.

REDGLARE: d1d 1t hurt you?

KARKAT: So, what? We go fucking spelunking?

MINDFANG: Me? No. It didnt do anything. Asides from try and infect me with its 8ioware parasite.

[[ Past the roar of the storm, they hear the far off howls of the pack, followed by pained yips, then a terrible silence. Eventually, the howls resume, sounding different than before as though a wolf didn't know how to wolf. As though the biotech itself were recreating the sounds. ]]

MINDFANG: ...... -Thats not a comforting sound.-

KARKAT: Alright. Let's go spelunking.

REDGLARE: -She nods.-

DAVE: did you guys find anything like anywhere we could head to get out of this place

REDGLARE: Th3 c4v3s 4r3 3normous.

REDGLARE: But th1s 1s th3 only 3ntr4nc3.

REDGLARE: -she looks up at the hole...-

KARKAT: And there's bats.

MINDFANG: Quite frankly I will t8ke 8ats over more of those Things.

DAVE: are they attack bats DAVE: cuz if theyre attack bats that are trying to kill us then no DAVE: but if theyre normal bats idgaf

KARKAT: Great, let's go. =reaches for dave=

DAVE: about that

DAVE: i fucked up my back trying to get away from that wolf because im apparently useless

MINDFANG: -Good going Strider.-

KARKAT: You're not useless. You got the shit kicked out of you now come here. Let me try to pick you up. ..how bad is it?

DAVE: in medical terms

DAVE: not great

KARKAT: Then we'll. ...fix it down there maybe we'll find some underground grove. =here comes him=

DAVE: yeah and we can like use a stick to fight

KARKAT: Or rocks. =stoops to gently lift=

DAVE: slingshots good idea

KARKAT: =hoists, time to go into the hole=

DAVE: -here we go-

REDGLARE: -SHE'S STILL GOT A ROCK-

REDGLARE: >;I

[[ They can brave the caverns ahead or maybe possibly die in the pitfall behind them. The strange howls are drawing ever nearer. ]]

DAVE: -ANDALE-

REDGLARE: -Her vote is for the caverns, at least. They're bat people now.-

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