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I’m beyond terrified but also excited for ToE part 2. Please don’t kill Bob bestie.

I’m so sorry. But I really don’t make the rules. Welcome to hell. Part two of three.

Warnings: Major character death. Domestic Violence. Domestic abuse against a child. Attempted drowning. Bradley Bradshaw x F!reader. Jake Seresin x Platonic!F!Reader. Gun violence.

Word Count: 9.0k

-> Read Terms of Endearment from the beginning here! Season finale Part One | Part Two | Part Three

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“Alright, just one more and you should be good to go.” Doctor Taylor kept you in the loop as he removed the bands from the inside of your mouth. With assessment after assessment ticked off you were heading home and you couldn’t have been more eager to get on with your life. “Now as I said before, your jaw is still healing and you’ll need to take it easy for the next few weeks.” He added. “Soft foods, avoid anything rock solid.” 

The intrusive thoughts definitely won because before Bradley really knew what he was saying, he was chuckling out a small but audible “Damn—“ Followed immediately by a “Did you hear that babe? nothing rock solid.” Before it was too late to stop it. The innuendo didn’t go unnoticed by Doctor Taylor, or you as you glared at Rooster from where you sat. 

“Well I wasn’t going to say anything but since you brought it up, Lieutenant, I’d avoid giving oral too.” Bradley wanted to just die on the spot he stood in. “The motion could impede the healing process.” 

“I uh—I’m sorry.” You looked at Bradley like he’d grown two heads. “It’s been a long couple of days.” That it had been, Rooster's slightly inappropriate comment made you giggle softly as his face reached a whole new level of beet red.

“You’ll need to book an appointment with your general practitioner for a check up in two weeks to make sure nothing’s healing too slowly or incorrectly, but at this stage we’ve done all that we can do—“ Doctor Taylor explained as you listened carefully. “As for your shoulder you’ve still got a couple more weeks of complete immobilisation so keep doing what you’ve been doing and once the sling is off we can get you back in once a week for rehabilitation.” 

“Thank you so much, for everything—“ You replied as Doctor Taylor handed you your discharged papers. 

“Take these to the administration desk and you’ll be a free woman Miss Y/l/n, and please, be a stranger.” Doctor Taylor turned to where Bradley still stood a blushing embarrassed mess. “Lieutenant.” He stuck his hand out to shake Roosters. A quick word? In the hall?” 

“I’ll finish up grabbing my things.” You nodded as if to say it was okay for Bradley to leave you. With hesitation, Bradley followed Doctor Taylor out into the hall just outside your hospital room. 

While Bradley and Doctor Taylor spoke in the hall, you packed up the last few things that were laid out on your bed. You still felt independent, even if you only had one arm to work with. You felt a little more like yourself with a game plan in place to keep Jaidyn away. Were you terrified beyond relief? Yes. But you knew what you needed to do to protect your daughter. To protect yourself. You weren’t ready before, hell there wouldn’t ever come a time where you were truly ready to file a domestic violence case against your ex—but you had to. You knew you had to. 

“In Lieutenant Y/l/n’s file there’s mentions of domestic abuse.” Doctor Taylor walked with Bradley over to the nurses station where he’d carefully curated a file specifically in aid of a case against your abuser. “This file contains absolutely everything you’d need to create a case, injuries, caused of those injuries.” 

Bradley took the file with a gentle grasp, he’d seen you in person, how bad you looked. How beaten and bloodied and bruised you had been in that damn janitor’s closet. But as he opened the file and saw you in the photographs? his knees felt weak as his fingers trailed over your face. 

“She’s one hell of a fighter, that spleen rupture would have taken most people out alone, so please, whatever she needs from us we can provide it.” Doctor Taylor explained. “That files for you to get her the help she needs.” Bradley thanked Doctor Taylor with everything he had, he shook the guy's hand and brought him in for a hug and then he was headed back into your room. 

“All ready to go baby?” Bradley cooed, watching you stuff the last few things into your bag. 

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” You couldn’t believe this was really happening. 

“Jake and Amilia are waiting in the lobby with Dot.” You could feel Bradley snacking his arm around your waist from behind. “Let’s get you home mama.” 

“Did you really move all my stuff into your home?” You asked as you placed your hand over Bradley’s that splayed over your stomach. Bradley buried his head in your good shoulder just to kiss you gently. 

“It’s our home now.” Bradley mumbled as he held you close to his chest. “It’s our home, a place just for you and me, a place for Dotty and her dolls.” 

“Are you really gonna paint her room with yellow polkadots?” It came out more of a giggle than anything else as you watched Bradley place the file in your good hand. You didn’t dare open it—you knew what was inside and why you had it. 

“Oh yeah, I’m gonna do whatever that little girl wants me to do for the rest of my damn life.” 

“She has you wrapped around her little finger, Bradshaw.” You chuckled softly to yourself out your nose as Bradley reached around to grab your things. 

“So do you.” He countered with a childish grin. “Come on, let’s get outta here hey?” 

“Yeah—“ You reached for Bradley’s hand and intertwined your fingers with his, hoping that somehow just by a simple touch you’d soak up some of his strength. “Yeah, let's go home.” 

“You sure you wanna stop by the station first?” Bradley asked as the two of you made your way out of the hospital room that had become your home for the past few weeks and trailed down the hall. You smiled to the nurses and doctors who’d bandaged you up and put you back together the best they could. You couldn’t have been more grateful, more thankful. 

But a piece of you died that day on the floor of the janitor’s closet, a piece of you died the first time your ex laid his hands on you, and quite frankly you weren’t willing to let him take another piece of you. 

“I don’t think I’ll ever be sure.” You sighed as the elevator dinged at your floor. “But I have to, for Dot.” 

It was when the elevator opened on the ground floor of the Miramar Base Hospital that you saw your little girl standing with Jake and Amilia. Her little heart could have burst from her chest when she saw you coming her way with an open up. 

“Be careful of mama's wing Dotty.” Jake reminded the little three year old as she let go of his hand and raced towards where you had crouched to her level. The embrace was softer than you had expected. Odette had listened, she had zero intention of harming you. 

“Hi baby girl, ready to go home?” The entire ordeal had been so stressful on the little girl who was just trying to navigate a big world. So many grownups loved her, so many grownups towered over her and protected her. But the only real person she ever wanted was you. As Dot nodded her bottom lip quivered, tears began to fall from her sad little eyes and she cried. Dot cried into your shoulder because she was just so overwhelmed with the fact you were coming home. “Oh baby it’s okay, hey.” You held her as tight as you could before Jake was scooping her up. 

“Mama.” Dot begged with grabby hands. “I wuv you.” 

“It’s alright, hey, I’m here.” You touched her nose gently with the tip of your index finger. “I’m here, mamas got you, uncle Jake is gonna take you home in Amilias car because that’s where you're booster is and me and Rooster are gonna be right behind you baby, I promise.” 

“Pinky Pwomise?” Dot held out her little pinky and you smiled, of course you had to solemnly swear. 

“Mama just needs to go take care of a few things to keep you super safe and then it’s home time.” You explained as you watched Bradley carry your things over to where Amilia stood. She was just taking it all in. The emotions, the love. 

“Do you know where this guy is?” Amilia asked as she crossed her arms over her chest worryingly. 

“Nope—“ Bradley replied with the last thing Amilia wanted to hear. “But we’re heading down to the station.” 

“I’ll drop Jake off at yours?” She was asking for direction, what the plan was. Bradley agreed. 

“Yep.” He popped the P as he watched Jake try and invoke a giggle from Dot. It worked like a charm as you headed on over. “No place like home.”

***~***~***~***~***~***

“I’m pleased to see you decided to file charges,  Miss Y/l/n.” Tim smiled as he sat down across from you and Braldey in the small but private room sat off to the side of the bullpen. “It’ll really help me in getting a conviction.” 

“This your case, kid?” Bradley asked, his hand hadn’t left your knee since the two of you sat down. 

“Yes sir—I’ve been on this since Mr Seresin was brought in for the parking lot dispute.” Sergeant Briggs explained as he got to typing up your statement. “We haven’t been able to locate Mr Dolan since the incident that saw you hospitalised, but we’ll find him.” 

“I’m worried that his mental stability has declined to a point that he’s become erratic.” You mentioned as you tried to keep yourself from losing your mind. You never thought you’d be here, doing this. Actually pressing charges. “He’s always been unpredictable but this time it feels like he may actually go too far.” 

“I want you to know that in my book Miss Y/l/n the first time Mr Dolan laid a hand on you was too far.” Sergeant Briggs wanted you to know he was on your team. His superiors may not have been—but he was. He was going to do everything he could to the best of his abilities. “I can get you in touch with Liberty—“ He pulled out a pen and paper to write down the name and number. “It’s a domestic and family violence specialist service that have some pretty good legal aid that can represent you come the time.” You took the paper Sergeant Briggs handed you and passed it over to Bradley for save keeping. 

“The hospital gave me a file to give to you.” You’d never done this before. Filed a domestic abuse case, there was no rule book you read up on to privy you to the way you should handle things. “It’s got a detailed description of the injuries sustained from the video you guys have.” 

“Great, that’s perfect—“ Sergeant Briggs smiled. “We’re going to get the ball rolling by filing an apprehensive violence order that will be served to Mr Dolan via the email associated with his employment record considering it was a workplace violation and again once you’ve contacted a lawyer, we’ll have them serve him in person.” 

“I’m sorry—“ You frowned slightly at what Sergeant Briggs was saying. It felt like he was speaking in tongues. You didn’t understand what he was saying, what it all meant. “I don’t know what that means?” Sergeant Briggs looked at you and then to Rooster, then back to you. He crossed his arms across his chest and leaned back in his chair. 

“Off the record for a moment, how long has this guy been abusing you for?” 

“Four years?” You knew exactly to the minute how long it had been. “Give or take a few months.” You felt Bradley’s hand tighten over your knee at the mere thought of somebody wanting to hurt you. 

How could someone ever do that to someone they claimed to love, claimed to cherish. “He uh—the first time was over something Jake said.” You’d never really spoken about when it all started, but it was time to.

“Jake’s my best friend, honestly he’s the closest thing I have to family because my actual brothers don’t want a bar of me.” You tried to shrug it off but your eyes were watering enough that it was obvious you were really not okay. “He told me he loved me after we got home from dinner, there was nothing really special about the dinner or anything, Jaidyn just got jealous of that friendship I guess.” Again you shrugged. You thought you’d done something to deserve it. “Anyway, Jake left, told me he loved me just because he does—he’s my best friend, and I remember turning around to say something to Jay and all of a sudden I was on the ground with a searing pain just scolding my side.” You paused to take a deep breath in. “Jake told me he loved me and I ended up with two broken ribs.” Bradley wondered if Jake knew this, he didn’t. You never told him. “I remember being so scared, confused—what made it worse though was that I forgave him, so easily too.” You scoffed at yourself as you wiped your tears away. “He was just apologising profusely and told me he’d never do it again.” That’s when you looked Sergeant Briggs dead in the eyes. “Next thing I knew I was a prisoner in my own home, and you can keep that on the record.” 

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“Stop—“ Bob groaned out as Jaidyn beat the ever living Christ from him. “Please—“ 

“You don’t get to just walk in like some fucking knight in shining armour Robert.” Jaidyn had a bone to pick, he was still pressed about the hanger situation. Remember, when Bob had clobbered him with those rubber chokes. “You did this to yourself the second you got involved.” 

“Where I come from—“ Bob splattered out as he gasped for air. “Men like you are nothing but cowards.” 

“What does that make you then, Floyd?” Jaidyn asked as he threw Bob down onto the floor again. 

“A better man than you’ll ever be.” 

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“Huh—“ You raised your eyebrows and stuck your tongue to the inner part of your cheek as you flashed your phone screen Bradley’s way. “Look who it is.” You’d finished up at the police station a little over twenty minutes ago and we’re heading home. 

“That’s an awful caller ID you’ve given him.” Bradley chuckled, he shook his head softly as he drove with one hand and held your thigh with the other. Rhett’s name in your phone was a doozy. Rodeo Clown Remix with the little cowboy emoji. 

“Hey Rhett.” 

“Hey!” Rhett sounded awfully cheery for his normally brooding self as his voice flooded your ear. “How you doing Ace?” The nickname that had been bestowed upon you one night in the hospital fell easily from Rhett’s mouth as he hurried around Bob's spare room. You were particularly down one night, Rhett wasn’t having it. He pulled out a deck of cards and forced you to play. Over and over you won. Rhett would never admit it but he let you win, over and over. 

“Good, just finished up at the station—heading home now.” You felt Bradley squeeze your thigh and in return you squeezed his hand. 

“Sounds like you don’t need me anymore Ace, I’m crushed.” 

“You and I both know you never wanted me to need you Cowboy.” You paused as you listened to Rhet give you an airy chuckle. You couldn’t see him but you knew he’d be smirking that one sided smirk, nodded his head in agreement. “But yeah, consider your position redundant Abbott.” It was a genuine smile that crept across your face. “But what’s up?” 

“I was just calling to make sure you didn’t need me this afternoon—“ Rhett let a lul in the conversation fall over the two of you as he looked at himself in the mirror. The same photo that had been Bob's background was sitting off to the side on the bedside table. “I’ve got a date.” 

“A date!?” You gasped, immediately you pulled your phone away from your ear and placed it on speaker. “Rhett? Who do you have a date with?” 

Bradley let his jaw hang open in utter shock and disbelief at what came out of Rhett’s mouth next. 

“Natasha—“ 

“PHOENIX!?” Bradley gasped. 

“NIX?” You couldn’t contain your shock. “What the actual fuck Floyd when did that happen?” 

“Holy shit hang on, I need to pull into the drive before I crash the car.” Bradley joked as you and Rhett both laughed. 

“I gotta go! I was just checking in, Hey—stay out of trouble for like three hours for me?” Rhett pleaded as you looked at Bradley as he put the Bronco in park. 

“Hopefully we can manage that.” 

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It’s was a quiet car ride from the hospital to Bradley’s house, the silence that fell between Amilia and Jake didn’t feel awkward or uncomfortable. It was neither uneasy nor unpleasant—it simply existed between the pair as if it was as easy and comfortable to break with a single touch or mundane conversation. Which is exactly what Jake used to break the quiet of Amilias sisters car. 

“So, I was thinking—“ 

“Something tells me that’s not that great of a start.” Amilia teased, it was far too quick for Jake to not be taken aback a little by her attitude. Fiery and funny lord have mercy on his soul.

“Ha, jokes on you because what I was going to say was I was thinking about booking a table at Preston’s.” Jake was too busy searching Preston’s Pastries number in the search bar of his phone as he rode shotgun, he was still a little too concussed to be driving. 

But he wasn’t concussed enough to not think taking the beautiful girl sitting beside him out on an official first date was a bad idea. If anything it was the best idea Jake Seresin had ever had in his entire life. 

“Hello, hi—“ Jake spoke into the phone he held up to his ear as Amilia smiled to herself. “My name's Jake, Can I book a table for two for this afternoon sometime? Say after three?” Amilia could feel her heart racing in her chest as she pulled into Bradley Bradshaw’s driveway, it was hard to not notice Bob's car in the drive. He’d parked like a maniac. Across both sides. “Perfect, we’ll see you then.” 

“What if I’m working at four?” Amilia asked as she turned the ignition off. 

“Odette is Amilia working at four?” Jake turned around to see if the little girl was shaking her head. She was. “Huh, funny that—“

“You asked Penny already didn’t you?” God Jake Seresin had Amilia in a vice grip. She was royally fucked—she knew she was. There was just something so beautiful and endearing about him that she already loved. Jake smirked back at her with that signature grin he wore with such pride. 

“Oh absolutely I did, so let me take you out, it’s the least I can do, you know, considering that I’ve somehow managed to drag you into all of this.” There was barely space between them as Jake leaned further and further into the middle. He was gonna make a move. 

“Shit happens Seresin.” Amilia chuckled as Jake leaned in over the centre console to softly place his lips against Amilias. She accepted the gesture, kissing Jake back with just as much gratitude. “How’s that head of yours?” 

Jake brought a hand up to touch at the back of his head. It was still throbbing but he’d live to tell the tail. 

“Guess it buffed out after all.” It was a core moment, a core memory in the early stages of the blooming love that was Amilia Fisher and Jake Seresin. Unbeknownst to them, they needed each other like the tide needed the moon. “Come on Dotty girl, let's get up inside.” Jake beamed as he unbuckled his belt and raced out to unclip dot from her seat. He’d done the unbuckling and unpacking so many times it only took approximately forty five seconds for Jake to get the entire booster seat out of the back of Amilias car. “Tell you what, I’ll pick you up at quarter to three.” 

“If you don’t show I’m calling the cops Jake, I’m not kidding.” Amilia was kidding, but also she wasn’t. She had a gut feeling she just couldn’t shake. 

“You know what Oz?” Jake pressed his lips together as he tapped the door where Amilia had wound her window down. With Dot on his hip and booster seat on the ground beside him, Jake looked very dad-esk. “That doesn’t seem like such a bad strategy to have in place.” 

“That nickname is so bad.” Was the take home Amilia took from that. Jake couldn’t help but to laugh as he fixed Dot up on his hip as she waved goodbye to Amilia. 

“Consider it an official callsign, no one ever has a good one.” Jake ended it with that. “See you a little later.” 

“Bye Hangman.” Amilia rolled her eyes lightheartedly. “By Dot, keep an eye on him for me.” All Dot did in response was nod her tired little head. The pair stood in the drive and watched Amilia reverse and head on her way before Jake made his way to the front door. He didn’t need to use his key, the door was already unlocked. 

“Okay, home sweet home princess.” Jake sighed as he let Dot down on the ground. “Bob? You around?” Jake called out into the silence that filled Roostered home. There was no response. “Robert?” 

Jake emptied his pocket, his keys, phone and ripped off his hospital bracket and placed his belongings on the table in the hallway. Dot had made her way to the living room moments before. She’d only been out of Jake's sight for five seconds as he kicked his boots off. 

“Dot baby, you see Bobby anywhere?” The moment Jake rounded the corner into the living room his entire world fell to a standstill. There was Bob, laying on the ground hardly recognisable with how much his face looked like it had been beaten up. His blood stained the carpet he laid over, it looked like it ran deep. 

But the thing that really made Jake's heart freeze inside his chest was the hold Jaidyn had on little Dot. His hand fell over her mouth and nose so tight she couldn’t scream, hell she could barely breathe. Jake knew she was scared just from the tears in her little eyes. 

And then there was the gun, pointed directly at Jake’s chest from the mere meters between the two men. 

“Well I be damned.” Jaidyn smirked manically. “Looks like I didn’t hit you hard enough, Seresin.” It was an admission Jake already knew but hated having to hear. It had been Jaidyn who clocked him last night: “You’re like a fucking cockroach.” 

“Let her go.” Jake showed his hands so Jaidyn knew he wouldn’t try anything. “Let. her. go.” 

“No—“ Jaidyn pulled back the pin on his gun as he lowered his weapon from where he’d had it pointed at Jake’s chest and trailed it to where Bob laid before him. “No I don’t think I will.” It was the stuff of nightmares. “Where’s Y/n?” 

“I don’t know.” 

“I’ll fucking shoot him.” Jaidyn showed no hesitation as he held Dot uncomfortably tight around her mouth. Her legs dangled in the air as she cried against her fathers hand. “And don’t think I won’t Jake—because unfortunately for you I’m not here to talk, so once again.” Jaidyn paused. “Where. is. she.” Jake knew he couldn’t tell Jaidyn you were filing a report, so he told him the next best thing. 

“She’s with Bradshaw, they’re on their way.” The tears in Jake's eyes were as clear as ever. “This has nothing to do with Dot, give her to me and I’ll do whatever you want.” Jake felt like he was dying. 

“This has EVERYTHING to do with this little brat, are you kidding me Seresin!?” Jaidyn hissed as he held his gun up to Odette's head. Jake stepped forward and almost immediately Jaidyn stepped back—keeping the same distance apart he originally had. “See if she never came into the picture I’d probably still have her, Y/n that is.” Jaidyn snickered. “All Odettes ever done is give that pathetic excuse for a woman a false sense of empowerment, that she’s this strong independent woman when let’s face it, you and I both know what she really is, don’t we?”

“DONT YOU DARE FUCKING HURT HER!!” It came out as a plea, like Jake was begging for his life. “Please, please don’t hurt her.” All it did was make Jaidyn feel more powerful, more in control. He could make Jake Seresin drop to his knees in utter despair just by harming a single hair on Odette's little head. “Please, she's just a kid, she’s done nothing to deserve this!” 

“I’ll make you a deal.” Jaidyn lowered his weapon slowly as he kicked Bob over onto his back. Jake could finally see the extent of the damage Jaidyn had done and it wasn’t good. “Let's play a game, Seresin.” Jake knew this wasn’t good. “Choose your own adventure type game.” Jaidyn laughed to himself because he’d never felt a rush like this, a power so intense. “The girl or this guy who’s half dead already.” 

It was an impossible decision, Jake knew however, if it had to come down to it, he’d choose Odette. He had to choose Odette. There was no reality or timeline, no universe that existed in any realm of possibility that Jake wouldn’t do anything he had to to keep Odette safe. 

“Me.” Jake answered as he stepped closer. His hands were still visible. Still held to his sides, palm side out. “Me—because it’s me you have a problem with not Bob or Odette or Rooster or anyone! It’s me you son of a bitch and like fuck as I going to let you destroy anymore of her happiness!” Jake shouted as he continued to step closer. “So it’s me! It’s me you’re gonna play your sadistic psychotic game with.”

“No!” Jaidyn snapped. He was spiraling out of control quickly. “No, I want you to choose Jake! Choose one of them because either way it’s your decision that chooses who lives and who fucking dies and she ends up hating you anyway.”

Between all the shouting and all the yelling Odette had become so distressed and upset she’s forgotten how to breathe. Her eyes were rolling into the back of her head as her cries for help softened to mere nothing. She stopped flailing around, stopped kicking and suddenly she was just limp. 

“LET HER GO!” Jake begged as he stepped forward again. Jaidyn never removed his hand from around Dot's mouth. “She can’t breathe! LET HER GO!” The gun in Jaidyn’s hand was once again pointed at Jake’s chest to stop him from stepping forward. 

“That kinda sounds like a definitive choice there, Seresin?” Jaidyn asked through a wicked smirk. “Poor Robert.” He sighed. “Ah hell with with.” 

Time stood still as a single shot rang out through Bradley Bradshaw's living room. Jake felt the sharp and all fiery sensation burning a hole in his thigh as he stumbled to the ground. In the flurry Jaidyn dropped his daughter to the lounge in a heap. As his ears still rang out Jake reached for her while on his knees, but it was to no avail. Then came the connection of an already bloody knuckled fist to his jaw. 

“You wanna play her hero Jake?” Jaidyn asked as he laid into Jake while he was down on his knees. Trying to protect the ones he loved. Bob was only just coming to in the moment—he could only just see through his swollen eyes the beaten Jake was taking. “I’ll show you what happens to heroes who get in my way!” 

***~***~***~***~***~***~

Nothing was out of the ordinary as Braldey carried your hospital bags up to the house as he trailed just shy behind you. This was it, the moment you'd been waiting for. 

“Do I really live here?” You spotted at the threshold of where the pathway up from the drive met the concrete step up to the porch. “With Odette, and you.” 

“On the lease and everything dear.” Bradley replied. “So hop to it, I thought we might have a little family dinner out on the back deck. It was the sweetest idea you'd ever heard. “Get the grill out, hang some fairy lights for Dot.” 

“Oh wouldn't she just love those.” The conversation really didn't match the scene playing out inside Bradleys humble abode. The first thing you noticed when you walked in was how dark it was. Usually, whenever Jake was around he had the curtains pulled. You thought for sure that would have been the first thing he did when he got to Bradleys. “Dark in here.” 

“Yeah, hang on, I'll drop these and–” Bradley didn't get a chance to finish his sentence before the words were sucked right out of his brain. It was like he forgot how to speak and how to breathe all at the same time. The scene before him looked like something straight out of a sadistic thriller. The first person Braldey saw was Bob, splayed out on the couch just trying to catch his breath as he held his ribs. Then Bradley turned his attention to Jake, who looked like he’d just gone six rounds with Rocky himself. They both looked like that really, but Rooster couldn't really tell who looked worse than the other. “Holy shit what the fuck happened.” 

“Jake!” You raised over to where Jake laid on the ground in a pool of his own blood. “Oh god oh no, oh–” You cupped his swollen cheek with your good hand as he rolled over onto his back. Bradley went over to Bob, he was conscious, but barely. 

“Bob, hey you with me man?” It was a question Bradley didn't think he’d like the answer to, but despite his gut instinct telling him Bob needed urgent medical attention, Bob gave him a bloodied toothy grin. 

“You should see the other guy.” It was a short lived grin however, because within a second he was coughing blood. “Upstairs, He took Dot upstairs.” The sound you heard next had you immediately racing up the stairs, Jake understood, he was fine in comparison to what was going on in the bathroom upstairs– but it didn't make it any easier to watch you and Bradley race after the blood curdling screams Odette let out as she tried her hardest to fight against the strength of a fully grown man. Jaidyn could be found on his knees beside the bath, with the plug in and the tap running cold. Little Odette wouldn't have stood a chance if you and Bradley hadn’t gotten there when you did. 

“Get down you little bitch—“ The scene was horrific and violent. There were a lot of things Jaidyn promised you he’d do, there were a hell of a lot of things he’d promised you he’d do and he’d yet to fulfil. But this, what you saw for only a few fleeting but painstakingly slow moments from behind Bradley's shoulder as he shoved Jaidyn away from the bath and down to the tiles where he could lay a few solid punches his way was enough to haunt you for a lifetime. And a lifetime it haunted you for. 

“Dot!” You screamed as you struggled to collect your three year old from the water as she screamed and cried and clung to you for dear life. The ligaments in your shoulder tore one by one as you picked her up, forgoing your doctor's direct orders to keep your arm immobilised and in your sling. Your daughter was more important right now because this was her life on the line. “I'm here baby I’m here, I’ve got you.” 

“MAMA! MAMMMA!!” Little dot was traumatised. 

“Y/n get her out of here!” Bradley shouted as he straddled Jaidyns waist. He pinned his arms down against the tiles and headbutted the man who tried to hurt your daughter with such a force he swore he saw his own dad for a split second. “You son of a bitch, I'm gonna kill you!” 

“Not if I kill you first!” It was the last thing you heard as you raced out of the bathroom and down the stairs. Jake was standing when you got back to the living room with a soaking Odette. Her lips were nearly blue as she shivered and tried to soothe herself knowing she was in your arms. 

“He had her in the bath! He was trying to drown her!” You managed to explain. “We need to get her out of here, we need to call the police.” 

“Ah Ah—“ Jaidyn tisked as he walked Bradley down the stairs with his gun pressed into his back. “No cops, or I’ll shoot this prick between the eyes like a dog.” 

Bradley looked at you as if he’d failed you. His bottom lip was split from where Jaidyn had managed to slam him into the cupboard of the bathroom vanity with just enough force to roll over and reach for his gun. The second Bradley saw the barrel pointed directly at his face he knew that Jaidyn had one that round. This wasn’t over though. 

“Ah, well look at you.” Jaidyn snarled as you held your baby girl in your arms. Jake took an immediate step in front of the two of you—using his broken body to shield you and Dot from any hail that were to come your way. “Didn’t you bounce back quick.” 

“What do you want from me?” It was such a simple question, but a question filled with such sadness nevertheless. “What do you want from me!?” You asked again through a broken sob as you watched the love of your life stand with a gun pressed to his back. 

“I want you to watch while I take everything you’ve ever loved away from you.” 

“Why!?” You cried out as you shook behind Jake's shoulder. “All I ever did was love you! all you ever did was hurt me!” 

“I hurt you because you were disobedient!” Jaidyn hissed as he shoved Bradley forward towards where you and Jake stood. Jaidyn had a plan—he wanted you all to know that he didn’t lose. “You were a whore from the start and I just didn’t realise until it was too late!” The three of you watched Jaidyn stalk towards where Bob still laid on the couch—he didn’t deserve any of this. “Why don’t you tell good old Bob here who’s kid that is?”

You’d heard this before, you’d been beaten over this before. This rhetoric that Odette wasn’t Jaidyns when you knew what she had been a direct product of. Odette was the love of your life but she wasn’t conceived with love. 

“She’s my kid.” Bradley took Dot from you the moment he could, you were starting to lose your grip. She was wet and your arm was radiating a pain you’d never experienced before. “She is my daughter and you are nothing to her and you never will be!” 

“Y/n—“ Bradley tried to pull you back but all you did was shrug him off. He couldn’t have been more fearful for his family, and yes, he’d taken notice of the shattered picture frames that laid below his now empty mantlepiece. “Don’t—“

“Don’t you dare let her go.” You warned Rooster. “You keep your daughter safe, do you hear me?” At first Bradley didn’t know if he’d heard you correctly, but when he saw that look in your eyes, he knew he had. Odette had only ever known one man who was her father figure and that was her Tooster. 

“I was so angry at you, so obsessed with you.” 

“Look how far you’ve come.” You spat as you stood in front of Bradley like you were his shield. You could feel his grip on your hip growing tighter and tighter with every passing second. Odette clung to him as she shivered and cried. Her whimpers filled the silence that settled between the six of you. “Still as angry and obsessed—“ 

“What are you gonna do man?” Jake asked like the situation couldn’t get any worse. “You’ve played all your cards and she’s not scared of you.” Jake was wrong, you were fucking terrified, but like hell were you going to let Jaidyn destroy you. Your family. “This time, you lose.” 

“Don’t act so tough, Seresin.” Jaidyn scoffed as he pulled Bob up by his collar. “You already made your choice, remember?” Jake's heart sank as it all played out. You couldn’t begin to process what had happened in front of your very eyes as the sounds of your own panicked screams echoed off the walls that surrounded you. Shock horror flooded your nervous system as a single gunshot rang out. 

Bob fell to the floor in a heap and within a second you were on your knees next to him. 

“Bob?” You whispered as he groaned and gagged. His blood was all over your hands as you pressed firmly against the wound in his abdomen. “Oh my god.” He’d actually followed through, what had you done. “I'm sorry—“ You cried. “I'm so sorry.” 

“Oh cry me a fucking river.” Jaidyn grabbed you by your hair as harshly as he could and dragged you away. Jake was immediately on the defence but again was met with a loaded gun pointed directly at him. It was amazing really, just how much one person with a single gun could manipulate an entire situation. “See the chaos you’ve caused, the blood on your hands? The mess you’ve made all because you had to run away?” 

“Bradley!” You begged as you tried to gain your footing. “Please get my daughter out of here!” He couldn’t move, his feet were glued to the floor as he watched you struggle with your ex. “Please just go! Get her away from here.” 

“Oh but we wouldn’t want Rooster here to miss the big finale, would we, sweetheart.” Jadyn snickered as Jake made eye contact with Bob depleting life force. “Tell him, tell him what I already know and then maybe he’ll see just what a fucking whore you really are.” 

Jake knew that he had to be smart about what he said next, especially when the gun Jaidyn held was now pointing between himself and Bradley. Going back and forth so neither one of them dared to move. Jake was looking at the time wondering if Amilia would make good on her sarcasm to call the cops if he didn’t show up for their date. He was losing blood at a pretty constant rate. 

“SAY IT!” Jaidyn shouted at the top of his lungs before he turned the gun on you. “Or so help me god I’ll blow her fucking brains out right in front of that fucking kid!!” 

“Bradley, I love you so much.” You made sure Bradley heard you, one final time just in case. “I love you—“ This was it, the moment you’d been running from. Jaidyn had on so many occasions threatened to go through with it and now that it was actually happening you just wanted Bradley to know he was it for you—that you’d truly found the love of your life. 

“You’re right!” Jake played into the delusion that had Jaidyn in a psychotic state of mind. “You’re right!” He repeated so it got through. “Dots mine.” Jake spoke with enough conviction that he even had Bradley believing it. “You were always right about us, I love her.” Jake looked at you like he’d never looked at you before, he was so afraid of losing you that he'd say and do just about anything to keep you out of harm's way. “She’s the only woman I’ve ever loved and I’m begging you, please don’t take her away from me.” Jaidyn shook as he laughed maniacally through tears of his own. 

“I knew I was right about you.” He spat through gritted teeth. “No wonder you wanted to keep that parasite.” It was when Jaidyn was too focused on you to notice that Bradley had gone against everything you’d said to him and placed Dot on the ground. He’d placed a finger against his lips and begged her to stay quiet. She did. She was so brave. All because of her Tooster. “I knew you cheated and I knew you lied and I knew—“ You saw him charge, Bradley was in full fight or flight and fight for you he was going to do. 

You ducked as low as you could as Bradley dived at Jaidyn. The sheer broot force of Bradley Bradshaw tackling him knocked the wind right out of Jaidyns lungs as a shot rang out throughout the house. He’d mishandled the gun as it fell to the ground. In the scuffle you shuffled in your knees over to where Bob laid and held his hand. He gripped your hand back as tightly as he could. 

“Jakey—“ Dot immediately ran to Jake crying. In an instant she was his responsibility as he scooped her up. 

“Come on Dotty let’s get you outta here.” 

“MAMA!” She cried out at the top of her lungs as you stayed by Bob's side. “MAMA!” 

“I’m okay sweetheart.” You answered. “Go with Jake okay, you stay with Jake.” Jake wasted no time, he grabbed a towel from the linen closet and wrapped Dot in it, he grabbed his phone, and took off. He ran as fast as he could as blood squelched from his thigh into the denim of his jeans. He ran as fast as he could bare foot. He ran till his lungs hurt. 

“MAMA!” Dot could have altered the entire neighbourhood as Jake ran to his neighbours place. “MAMA NO!” It must have been some cruel joke but as Jake knocked and knocked like a mad man he came to realise there was not a soul home. 

“Dammit—“ Jake had to sit, his head was spinning, he felt weak but he had to get help. “Shhh, shhh I’ve got you.” 

“Mamas hurt.” This was going to traumatise this little girl for the rest of her life, Jake just prayed she'd compartmentalise it. 

“I know, I know she is but guess what huh?” Jake tried to smile through his own pain and swollen as he called nine one one. “She’s brave, so brave, just like you—so can you be so brave for me for five minutes? Just like your mum yeah?” Jake asked. The operator answered as Dot's bottom lip quivered. She didn’t want to be brave anymore. She just wanted her mum. 

“Hi yes, I need police and an ambulance!” 

“YOU'RE A DEAD MAN!” Bradley spat as he laid into Jaidyn. “DO YOU HEAR ME YOU SON OF A BITCH!” Every crack of Roosters fist against Jaidyns face rang out in the deafening silence. “You don’t get to touch her ever again.” 

“Fe?” Bob whispered through a bloodied gasp for air. 

“I’m here, helps coming, just hang in there for me a little long okay?” You pleaded.  

“Can you tell my brother I’m sorry?” You knew why Bob had asked, he wasn’t in a good way. “That I l-love him?” Oh god it just broke your heart. You could barely recognise the weapons system officer who’d been an innocent bystander in all of this. He just wanted to help, do his part, do what he could wherever he could. “Not, your, fault—“ Bob wheezed out as he struggled to breathe. His grip in your hand was becoming weaker and weaker by the second. 

“You can tell him yourself Bob, come on, you’re alright.” But you tried to persuade him to stay nevertheless. “Please Bob—“ 

“You watch, in a few years you’ll be just like me!” Jaidyn argued as he tried to defend himself against Bradley’s brutal attack. There was nothing but red in his ledger. He was ready to do anything to end it. 

“That is the love of my life!” Bradley couldn’t stop him from throwing punch after punch after punch. “I could never be like you, I could never be as cruel—and I won’t let you hurt her! I won’t let you take her away from me! I WON'T LET YOU KILL HER!” 

“I won’t have to—“ Jaidyn gasped as he struggled to breathe under the weight of Bradley’s hand compressing his airways. “She won’t be able to live with the guilt of his blood on her hands.” 

“BOB—!” You cried and in the second Bradley’s heart sunk out of his ass at your screams of inconsolable anguish at the life that had just drained from Robert Floyd, Jaidyn took control in the tussle the two were in. “Bob no stay with me, st—stay with me, god nooo—!” 

“She doesn’t love you!” Jaidyn went at Bradley the same way he’d gone at him. “She’s a worthless piece of shit that deserves to die!” You couldn’t take your eyes off Bob as he laid there lifeless before you. What had you done? This was all your fault. You waited too long to do something about Jaidyn. 

“ENOUGH!!” Bradley, with one final shot—head butted Jaidyn harder than he did the first time. So hard he broke his own nose. But it was worth it. Because he was out. Down the for count. Rendered unconscious, but he wouldn’t be for long and Rooster knew that. He knew this fight wasn’t over. Not yet. “Ah fuck!” In a flurry, Bradley shuffled his way over to you and Bob, he was quick to pocket the gun in the back of his jeans, just against the small of his back. 

“Hey—come on we gotta get outta here.” Bradley tried to peel you away from Bob, as much as he knew this was a major problem he had to get you out of there, at any cost. Bradley knew Bob would have done the same thing. “Baby, now I’ve gotta get your outta here.” 

“NO!” It was a heartbreaking sight Bradley could barely stand to witness as blood poured out his nose and seeped into his moustache. “Not without Bob!” 

“Bobs gone—“ It was the worst thing he’d ever had to tell you. “Y/n look at me!” Bradley cupped your cheeks in his hands as he forced you to look at him. “He’s gone, there’s nothing you can do for him now—so please, before I lose you too.” He couldn’t lose you, there was no way Bradley would survive losing you. “Please, Y/n there is nothing you can do for him, think about Odette.” 

“This is all my fault—“ You mumbled through tears that refused to stop streaming down your face. “This is all my fault.” It wasn’t easy, but he needed to do it. Bradley wrapped his arms around you as you fought against him, begging to stay. “Nooo! Not with Bob!” 

“We don’t have any other choice!” Bradley replied with a harsh life or death tone laced between the words he spoke as he carried you out of his home in an inconsolable state. “Baby, baby listen to me.” When your feet hit the grass and Bradley’s bloodied hands were once again against your cheeks, you knew you were outside in broad daylight. “Jakes coming, he’s got Odette, look.” 

As you looked over to the drive you saw Jake hobbling back over with your daughter in his arms. This was a nightmare—a living daylight nightmare. There was so much blood, your daughter was still soaking wet, in all the terror you just needed your baby. 

“Oh—Dot I’m here.” You sighed in utter defeat and disbelief at the events that had occurred. You’d only taken what felt like two steps towards Jake before he was shouting at you and Bradley to turn around. 

“Bradshaw! Look out!” Within the blink of an eye Jaidyn was diving head first off the small step to tackle Rooster to the ground. The gun Bradley had placed in the back of his jeans had fallen out in the scuffle. It went sliding across the grass where you saw it land just shy of the front wheel of Bob's car parked in the drive. 

“All this mess! All this and for what Rooster? So you can shake up with some getto whore that’s playing house with you?” Jaidyn had Bradley pinned, he was done for. Jake could only watch on as Dot screamed and cried and tried to hide inside his shoulder as she shivered from the cold. “I HOPE SHE'S WORTH IT. Because I should have killed her when I had the chance!” Bradley tried his best to fend off Jaidyns attack but it was to no avail—all he could do was take the beating. Imagines of your near lifeless body flashed before his eyes with every punch Jaidyn landed. This was what you must have felt. “If I can’t have her, neither can you.” As Jaidyn raised Bradleys barely conscious self up off the ground by his fists in his shirt, you picked up the gun and pointed it at the grass, shooting a singular shot that distracted Jaidyn for one second long enough for Bradley to shove him off. 

“She’s worth fighting for—“ He spat as he laid a few final punches against Jaidyns face as he laid in the grass. Bradley didn’t stop until he had nothing left to give. He could have killed the guy in all honesty, but you were there. Your daughter was there, and witnesses had started to slow down in their cars just to see what the hell was going on in the quiet little naval suburb. 

“It’s over Jaidyn.” You cried as you stood over him, keeping him down as you pointed the gun right at him. A foot to his chest. “You lose.” 

“Y/n?” Bradley panted as he tried to catch his breath from down on his knees. “Don’t, put the gun down baby.” You weren’t thinking of anything besides Robert Floyd’s lifeless body lying inside the house. He had nothing to do with this, Jaidyn didn’t have to be so cruel, so evil. “Baby please—“ 

“What are you gonna do bitch?” Jaidyn snarled as you pressed your foot into his chest. “Kill me?” 

“It would solve a hell of a lot of my problems!” The greatest trick the devil ever pulled off was convincing the entire world that he didn’t exist. But he did—as you stood over Jaidyn you knew wholeheartedly by the bloodied smirk he gave you and the blood curdling laugh that escaped from the depth of his crooked and abusive soul that he was the devil incarnate. “You killed Bob—“ 

“Y/n don’t!” Bradley pleaded as you pulled the pin back and aimed the gun that felt oh so fucking good in your hand between your ex’s eyes. “He’s not worth it.” 

“He’ll never stop!” You shouted, the tears would never stop—the pain would fade. You’d never be safe, never feel free. “He’ll never stop! Don’t you get it Bradley?” You tried to explain. “He’ll never stop, I told you from day one he was as evil as they come and LOOK WHAT HE DID!” You weren’t thinking straight, with all the adrenaline and all the fear coursing through your veins it was almost impossible to think that there could be any alternative ending. “He won’t stop and I’ll always be looking over my shoulder!” 

“This is what he wants!” Jake held your daughter as close as he could as she cried into his chest. She was drenched, shivering, scared out of her mind. “He wants you to do this! It’s been his plan all along!” 

“He killed him—“ You sobbed. “He killed Bob! HE DIDN'T DESERVE TO DIE!” Police and ambulance lights could be seen as the faint but recognisable sirens rang out. The red and blue tint bounced off any solid surface they came into contact with as they raced to the address Jake had given them.” 

“No you killed him.” Jaidyn played his final attempt to manipulate you. He wanted you to kill him. That was his end game. That was his plan. To ruin your entire life. “You killed him Y/n and darlin, you don’t have the fucking balls to kill me you poisonous bitch—“ Jaidyn snarled as you pressed your foot further into his chest. “Go on, pull the fucking trigger! DO IT!” 

“SHUT UP!” The squeal that left your body was heartbreaking as you stood and cried and pointed the gun directly at the man who’d broken you over and over again just so you could piece yourself back together for him to break. “I don’t have the energy to be a giver anymore! I need someone to show up for me this time because I don’t wanna beg for love and attention anymore.” All Jaidyn did was laugh as he let his head rest against the grass. “I gave you everything I had! I loved you! But I don’t wanna give love to someone like you ever again, someone who’s incapable of giving it back!”

“You’re pathetic—“

“It’s MY turn to feel wanted and loved and cherished beyond belief and I have that now!” 

In one single afternoon your entire world had been turned on its axis. So had Jakes, so had Bradley’s, so had everyone’s who knew you. Your new family, your new friends. Every ounce of innocence had been stripped from all of you. All because one man couldn’t take no for a fucking answer. 

*Bang*

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[carstenkk-blog]

The making of a prized hucow

The cow experience

Hi there I'm a dairy farmer who has been corrupted by Hucow community! I never found it sexy to think about women as cows 🐄 but now after I have been corrupted it's another matter.

The cow experiences

This is for those who want to experience what it would be like to be a dairy cow I'll describe it in 3 levels

Level 1 as you all probably know cows eat a lot and get milked in level 1 first we need to find out what your limit is for your food intake. Milking you will also happen every 12 hours. Milking will consist of massage of each breast and kissing and sucking on the nippels to stimulate milk flow this will go on for 10 minutes to make sure you release all of your milk! And as a cow you reset of 14 hours and work for 10 as in eating to make your milk 😉

Level 2

Is the same as level 1 but here we will increase your food intake to 15-18 mj pr day. With the increased food intake milk production will also increase to 15 minutes every 12 hours

Level 3

After you have proven you can handle it in level 2 we will increase increase your food intake to 23 MJ as a high preforming dairy cow. Milking will also increase to 3 times a day every 8 hours. Oh there will not be any opportunity to say no to your increased food intake that will be forced if you want the benefits!

Of course belly rups will be included ad libitum as a farmer I'm there to make sure you have the best life all your needs will be taken care of 😉

When level 3 has been completed we will make you ready for the animal show where I will present you in all of your glory we will do your hair and nails and find a outfit that make you stand out from all the rest 🐄😉👌

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[jrueships]

Okay i caved to the questions. welcome to ted's omegaverse except there's like no omegas in the verse. Pls don't kill me

Omegas Exist, but... the sportsworld is far too toxic for most to exist Normally, i mean. Male sports especially, but even the wnba had a streak at the start of their development where it was originally believed that only female alphas would just Barely be strong enough to commit to a sport ( a bad mix of misogyny and secondary hierarchy ) . Male-dominated sports have the similar feel in terms of outdated stances plaguing public opinion, but keep it simpler with ' only Alphas are strong enough for Sport.'

However, this has started to change.

Not in favor of the omega, no, don't be silly! Nothings ever in favor of Them.

It's not Exactly favor of The Beta either, but the betas do at least get to keep their name. You see, betas play fundamental roles in team sports especially. They may not be as valued (not in a star sense, but a 'i need a wheel that'll make this car move (team gain traction/fans) and a beta would be perfect' valuing kind of sense. You're just a worker, but hey! At least you CAN work, right? Unlike The Invaluables.) in independent sports like boxing, but good betas are Critical to a TEAM that needs a Championship -- that needs Roleplayers .

Team rulebook 5. Betas are the Best roleplayers. That's the best fame they'll ever seem to get, it seems.

Although some delusional fans and sometimes gms may try to construct a team of mainly alphas (either a lot of young alpha top picks or veteran alpha players hungry for a win ) for the raw power, intensity, and.. cool factor.. it usually falls apart pretty sadly. They need a mediator, someone who won't get greedy or frustrated with the fame or lack of it. Someone who's willing to pass, willing to come in and be the clog rather than the mechanic, someone who's a Beta whose only sense of belonging Is belonging.

Sports rulebook 6. Betas Stand Second.

Most betas have accepted this before entering a sport, ever since Scottie Pippen embarrassed himself for trying to flip the Beta narrative and failing laughably .

Betas can be bad. Bill Laimbeer will beat the breaks off anyone. They can also be good. Pippen would try to middleman Jordan's frustrations with his team, especially the rups (rookie 'pups', men playfully called pups because they're new to the sport). Shaq and Magic both have humorous charms that make them Feel like alphas.. but they needed more to get a ring. They needed alpha teammates, ultimately. no matter how big or bad or good a Beta may be, they are always Second. But they should never, never be considered first. That's an alpha's job. Orlando made that mistake drafting a beta to win them a ring, a beta that would eventually leave to ringchase with any alpha he could. Shaq's a bit shameless for a beta, but being shameless is maybe the only path to 'fame' (becoming a simple shtick to an easy-to-remember title, either being Sidekick, Dumb, Helpful, Funny, Enforcer, etc) for the life of a beta. Why? Because

Sports rulebook 1. Your Alpha Must Take Over.

Alphas can come in different shapes and sizes. Not all alphas are big and burly. They're not all hyper-confident or aggressive for no reason. But they Do have to come and take over a team. They DO HAVE TO feel possessive over their players, obsessive over their plays. Betas are there just to work, PICKED just to WORK, but alphas? Alphas are different. They Have to be the spark.

Michael Jordan was an alpha who presented very, very late. No one is exactly sure when he presented. Even Michael's story changes from before getting cut in highschool to after to college to the 'flu' game. But Everyone, at one point, thought he was a beta. ( His siblings laugh at this. )And then he wasn't. And then he won. And then he became a dictator .

But, again, there's a lot of alphas that haven't won. Charles Barkley, hilarious and prickly, perhaps too prickly at times, can be his own downfall from either sheer laziness or stubbornness. Some didnt always 'Win' in life like alpha fanboys or alpha egoists might try to persuade. Wilt was great, but personality-wise? .... other alphas like Kareem butted heads with him.. and even betas like Magic would then butt heads with Kareem! Allen Iverson played by his own self-indulgent rules and won through his fashionable impact, self-oriented liberation, and also lost by playing his own self-indulgent rules through trouble with money. Isiah Thomas defends his team and their troubles like a bull, oftentimes a hypocritical.. near-sighted bull. Larry Bird? Competitive. And fucking Rude.

Sports rulebook .....: Alphas Can Be Double-Edged To Either The Team, or Themselves

Alphas whose talent alone failed them by being either not enough, not determined, or entirely different to the subject become disgruntled sports 'analysts' who criticize betas or 'wannabe alphas' aka alphas whose behaviors don't seem 'alpha' enough (too docile). Others become known as busts. Others disappear. Others refuse to give up on their alpha birthright, scratching tooth and nail in the gleague, a disaster league of rups, failed alphas, struggling betas still trying to learn their place, and a few undercover omegas on suppressants. They can bounce around trying to take over team from team, or try to act more like a beta just to gain a secure job, only for their old trained instincts of Stardom to swoop in and make them seem stubborn and selfish (hog the ball during crucial moments). Many become coaches whose attachment to the game is almost parasitic as a purpose. Commentating is another option to fuel that parasocial fire.

You live as an alpha, you die as an alpha. It's a Sport.

That is, until Rodman happened.

Hes not an alpha, some thought he was, during his bulls era. But at the beginning, he was a beta. A gangly pistons player during the dirty work of defense. A beta who blended into whatever his team was, a bad boy, a nitty gritty, a winner, a loser -- whatever his team needed, he became. And then, his team needed him traded.

He started taking more, at first. Started becoming defiant, becoming aggravated. Paranoid at Popovich's overwhelmingly alpha abuse of power, of persistence, of Perception.

Isiah begged him to keep it easy, it's not safe to take so much, it's Untested. It's got side effects, he's seen them from players who wanted to get as far as rodman could but couldn't. They weren't strong like rodman. Another alpha giving him his unsolicited opinion. Bill told him to suck it up. Betas can be so bitter. Pop's yelling. Such a dusty smell, red sand that made your nose itch and not in the fun, just snorted ski slopes way. And now he's gotta deal with Pippen's wary, flipflop scent of calming then chilling hormones soothing then spiking the air as most betas do. And now, he's got Michael telling him to--

... Michael's pouring his pills down the toliet, both his heat suppressants .. and his Rut Inducers. He's skipped from telling and has gone straight to Doing .

One look from the ??? and Rodman realized.

Rodman realized he was tired of wanting to be wanted like a starting alpha but personal enough to be privately pressed like a working beta. Rodman realized a lot of things about himself and others that day. 1. He was tired of always crumbling to others' norms. 2. 'ROIDing' is an action that can be used primarily by athletes because they can afford it. 3. Other athletes besides himself have/can do it. 4. He's just the only one that's made it now known to the world that He is Dennis Rodman, He is an Omega, and He's used ROIDing to void his omega symptoms with suped up suppressants then Replicated Rut with raging inducers & created a Beautifully sensitive Beta, then, increasing both doses heavily, an abstract Alpha.

In short, yeah, he's used ROIDs. But he's stopping now. He's playing completely without the doses. Not too little, not too much, it's done. Zero. Isn't that great? Isn't that what sports always preach in the end? That it's You who wins or loses in the end. Not just your Talent, or your Drive, your Reach, it's You. You, crazy culmination You, who matters ultimately in Your world.

So why is everyone so horrified.

The sport changes after this. A few, just a few, omegas can show now, like, actually Show and not curtain themselves behind overloaded prescriptions. Apparently, even betas could ROID back then with just rut inducers to enhance alpha behavior and appear or Become alphas as long as they continue to doses. But most scrutiny lies in omegas ROIDing into betas, since it's a much easier dose to take in comparison to an omega -> alpha jump, which can have devastating side effects -- the most harmful being mental. Only those determined enough, Insane enough can commit themselves fully without cutting too abruptly and creating even more damage through their hesitancy. And even if the process is completed, the effects may be harsher than expected.

Betas start to become the new scrutinized spotlight, either torn by criticism of doing too much or too little, or skepticism on whether or not they're 'Real'. Alphas, in turn, get desperate to outshine the shiners, whether accomplishing that feat via negative or positive means. It's rumored some have even started turning themselves into Betas now, hard dosing rut suppressants when they're that desperate to try and tame the ego that torments them. Some say it's for the better, some respond brilliantly to the dose, it was made for them, it was Them. Old packs often rip these kind of thoughts to shreds, not caring for empathetic stances, just their black & white view of what was once written. New packs accept the dosing, but the worst of the new packs pick and choose which to, either Everyone Has To or only The Good Ones can. Old players get their legacies questioned because their secondary hierarchy is questioned. Was Magic Really a beta? Or was he a self-conscious, self-compensating omega who craved the lure of feeling needed? And then even went an extra step with the rut inducers to make him a Shiny beta, charismatic enough to peacock? Or was he just that Magic to be a really flashy beta? OR OR.. is magic all of that at once? Maybe, if he did do it, he needed to?

ROIDing is a necessary medicine in sport now, newly designated as necessary using overstimulation risk as a reason to protect too many players from imprisonment & eventual shut down of the sport since suppressants were part of every player ( keeps betas clear-headed and alphas consolable ). But it's still debated by any side a group may conjoin as. The threat of its illegalization is looming. Violence, fear, envy, hatred. Trust no one.

Fuck Everyone ?

oh, yeah, anyone can top or bottom here. That at least remains the same. Positions can just go against the grain in less secret now.. however, that doesn't mean they're all exactly Comfortable to, though .

But you know who's mighty comfy?

Dennis is doing just fine. Eccentric, quiet, grounded, true, omega, stubborn, beta, alpha, callous: Dennis.

#in SUMMARY #dennis started the fire #and no one knows whos who really #in my world i wanna leave a little room for outside interpretation #was mj a beta who roided into an alpha? #or was he an omega who was just crazy enough to make the leap #or was he really merely an alpha who presented late? #im neither confirming nor denying anything ! it's open for everyone to speculate !! #im gonna make another post expanding on the different ppl in this verse and their assignments later #i just needed to set the scene yanno #if u read all this ure insane and i love u but ure insane #ted longer #ted drabbles

[carlando]

hello i am asking about the situation pls yell

the confusion of ALL HIS FRIENDS AND FAMILY like his parents and sisters are still liking her posts and his cousin, rup, lando all said shit about them getting married soon, hinting at a wedding? did he propose and she said no? was it isa’s idea? it had to be, cause can you imagine carlos The Avoider initiating a split with his gf of SIX VERY LONG years?? no, me either!

happy for her and happy for him but also sad for him cause he is a) having the queer awakening of his life or b) he’s super confused cause the girl thought he’d marry just left him or c) he did a bad thing and she got the fuck out (i prefer a and b over c but c is probable)

#lando wHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU #BOY 🫡 #THIS IS YOUR CHANCE 💀 #carlos sainz jr #ivana’s comments #isa hernaez #anonymous #carlos spec

[laranomyprisma]

[WARNING: This fanfic contains elements of horror, blood and gore, if you feel sensitive to this don’t read it! This fanfic also has no connection to any of my other AU’s!]

New world no second chances

Chapter 2- The Empty City

Driving through the desert, Rupert realizes it’s getting dark, he looks to his side in the passenger seat to see Dave leaning against the glass with a tired look holding his hat. Rupert looks at him with a pitying look, he looks at the backseat in the rearview mirror, Henry was lying in the backseats looking at the ceiling, the metal bar was covered by his coat in which was bloody.

“when we arrive, the first thing we’re going to do is go to our houses and get what we can take with us, we’re not fucking going to stay in town with this infestation...” Dave agrees not saying nothing, Price sighs looking at his friend sympathetically. “look, it’s going to be ok, I promise...” he puts a hand on Dave’s shoulder still looking at the road ahead. Dave looks at him with a sad, scared look.

Rupert can see the city from afar, his eyes widen and Dave and Henry react the same way looking through the windshield of the car. There was smoke coming out of various parts of the city, they manage to check several truck cars at the entrance completely destroyed and some on fire. “what the fuck happened...” rupert asks whispering in disbelief.

Rupert continues driving, dodging the ones that were destroyed on the way until they enter the city. They looked out of the car windows, seeing the emptiness of the city they had lived in for most of their lives. "what the hell happened..?" Dave asks covering his mouth in shock at the state of the city. Rupert continues driving a few kilometers, they manage to avoid attracting attention from the things that infest the city, and arrive at a group of apartments on a street.

“What is this place?" Henry asked using sign language, surprising both Rupert and Dave as they were getting out of the car. "Oh, do you speak via sign language? Well…" Dave puts a hand to his chin wondering how to respond to him. "This is the apartment Dave lives in." Rupert coldly responds by closing the car door and heading towards Dave's apartment holding his pistol.

Dave turns to Rupert and follows him a little, He turns to him and looks in Henry's direction before following Rupert, "Rup, are you okay..?" Dave asks with an Expression of concern, Rupert looks at his friend before looking away. Dave could have sworn he saw an expression of cold guilt.

"Rup... Is this because of Johnny-" Dave is interrupted by rupert raising his arm in protection and they hear a noise coming from ahead, doing Know how to cover his mouth in fear. It was one of the creatures coming from one of the open apartments, decrepit skin and dead eyes like the ones at the police station. Staggering to and fro with a ghastly groan, it sees them By tilting your head towards the door, it starts running towards them in a disturbing scream.

Rupert plane carrying the pistol, aiming for the head the creature prepared to shoot, but for a second, he blinked, freezing with his hand on the trigger, he saw his friend Johnny. Rupert can't pull the trigger, Dave pulls his arm to the side causing them to fall to the ground as the creature lunges towards Price and passes straight through them.

The creature then sees Henry just ahead and charges at him, within seconds, Henry pressed down hard on the metal bar and with one hand knocked the bar off in midair, hitting the creature's head with such force that the thing flies to the ground next to Henry, scattering blood and brains on the ground, Henry staggered back, his breathing heavy and shaking hands gripping the metal bar tightly.

Dave was  was in complete shock looking at Henry, but his attention returns to the friend next to him, "Rup! What happened??" He asks with his hands on Rupert's shoulders, at which he looks down with bulging eyes and equally heavy breathing. "Rupert, tell me what's going on..?" Dave caresses his friend's face trying to calm him down.

Rupert removes Dave’s hand of his face and stands up holding his pistol with trembling hands. "I..." He pauses looking at the pistol, mentally asking his hands to stop shaking so much, his eyes itching to hold back tears. "Stay strong Price..." He told himself, in whispers, not wanting to look weak in front of his best friend. His only living friend.

"I'm fine!" He states firmly, lowering his hand holding the pistol still shaky and continues looking for Dave's apartment. Panpa's looks concern and follows him looking for the keys to his house.

“Damn it!" he notices the keys are missing, "I don't have them!" he puts his hands on his head in a panic, Price turns towards him putting his hands on his shoulders.

“Dave calm down, try to think where you left them." Dave looks into his eyes with a not too confident look, his lips trembled, he looked around nervously.

"A-at the police station..." Rupert pulls back a little with a look of frustration placing his hands over his face and sliding one over his head, hair and up to the back of his neck. “I-I'm sorry Rup! It's my fault again!" Dave cries covering his face in shame at himself, he felt like he was worthless, he never did anything right.

Rupert sigh putting his hand reassuringly on Dave's shoulder, "no problem, just..." He looks at Dave’s apartment door, "we can try to break the door down to get in!" He responds, directing himself to his friend's apartment.

Dave nervously walks up behind him, "A-are you sure about t-that?" He asks with a shaky voice, “Isn't that wrong?" He asks Rupert who was right in front of the door already.

"Dave we're going through, whatever that is!" He puts his hand on Dave's shoulder once more, Dave feels his hand shaking on his shoulder looking down at his arm. "We have no choice but to do this!" He sees Henry behind Dave, "Oi! Can you help out here?" He catches the attention of the thief who sighs, rolling his eyes and dropping the metal bar on the wall to the side and joining Rupert to break down the door.

Henry instead of breaking down the door, takes a paper clip that was in his pocket and starts using it as a look-pick. “Ok, That works too..." After a few seconds Henry hears a *click* and formally opens the door.

"Wow" Dave whispers in awe as Rupert enters the apartment. It was as Dave had left it, A living room overlooking the kitchen with a hallway leading to the bathroom and bedroom.

"Okay Dave, pack everything you can in a backpack! Clothes, foods, everything!" Dave nodding his head runs to his room to pack everything and take the opportunity to change his clothes. Rupert sits on the couch positioning the pistol on the coffee table in front of him.

He sighs deeply, leaning his head on the couch, looking up thoughtfully. He was full of thoughts at that very moment, how they were going to survive this chaotic situation, he and Henry seem to be the only ones who know how to defend themselves. He remembers that Dave doesn't even know how to use a gun properly without almost accidentally hitting someone.

He hauls himself forward, seeing Henry leaning over the open door looking out over the apartment complex that was completely empty except for some of those things hiding outside.

He looks at a picture on top of the coffee table Of him, Dave and Johnny. The three of them smiling at their acceptance to the police academy from a year ago, Rupert had graduated the year before with Johnny, Dave had just graduated and they were celebrating that day. He remembers Dave's parents not showing up that day, like every other time, just remembering those two Ruperts made him feel irritated, but he knew that Dave still loved them even after the way they treated him.

The image of Johnny's smile in the photo leaves him with trembling hands holding the photo, he leans his forehead against the glass of the photo, forcing himself not to cry but when he opens his eyes he sees tears already on the surface of the photograph. "Shit.." He murmurs, wiping away his tears and gently tossing the picture to the side trying to ignore it. Sliding his hands through his hair he thinks of what he can do...

“I'm ready Rup–" Dave enters the room with a backpack with some clothes and some food and utensils when he realizes Rupert's condition. "Rup?" He approaches his friend crouching down to look into his slightly tear-soaked eyes. “Rupert!” Dave puts his hands over Rupert's face in comfort to his friend who almost never cried.

"Rupert, what happened? are you ok?" he asks very worried, “Hey, tell me ok? Tell me what's going on..." He slowly lifts Rupert's head to get a better look at him. Henry looks at the two of them and looks back outside. "I'm sorry Dave... I don't mean to look weak..." Rupert responds wiping the tears from his face, Dave looks at him in disbelief, never did he expect his friend to say something like that about himself.

"No no no! You're not weak..." Dave lowers his head, "I am... "He answers with a frown. Rupert looks up at him with wide eyes.

“No! you're not weak..." Rupert disagrees, Dave grits his teeth and stands up with his hands over his chest.

“Rupert! I can never defend myself!!” he started to raise his voice, he almost never did that, “I always need your help for everything!! Without you I could never become a police officer!! Without you, I'd be dead out there!!" He points outside, "you are the strongest person I know!! And tears are not going to make me think otherwise!!" He was tearing up too his face was red and his voice breaking. Rupert blushed, flattered by his friend's praise, he didn't see himself as strong. "I miss Johnny a lot too... “ Dave looks to the side, seeing the picture on the couch, he bites his lip lightly, “He was our friend..." He starts to cry, covering face with his hands.

Rupert gets up and hesitating hugs Dave, Henry looks at them for a while and thoughtfully looks back outside. The friends calm down, Dave was still shaking but Rupert was there to help him, the two prepare to leave, Dave looks to the side and sees an old baseball bat and picks it up, "maybe this will help... I hope..." Rupert smiles at him and Henry opens the door with the metal bar in hand ready to take out any of those freaks.

The three of them ran towards the parking lot where Rupert's car was, Henry being able to keep them safe from any of those things when they got too close. The three get into the fast car and Rupert starts the car heading towards his house not far away. Dave opens his backpack to double check what he's got, some snacks like chips, crackers, some water and clothes. He hears a rumbling of a belly and looks at Henry, was he hungry? Henry glances at him, noting that he has noticed It and crosses his arms and looks away with red cheeks in embarrassment.

"Are you hungry Henry?" Dave offers Him a bag of chips with a smile and one eyebrow raised and one lowered. Henry hesitantly takes it and start eating the snacks. Dave laughs and looks at Rupert opening another bag of chips, "Want some too Rupert?" He looks at him and sighing takes one with one hand and eats it, "You know this is my favorite." He laughs and Dave smiles eating the chips.

For hours the three of them drove through the city without a sign of life or security. They were starting to fear the worst, Rupert was already wanting to drive to the next town to hear from his parents when they heard something in the distance. They pass a corner from which they can see red smoke in the distance. The three look at each other and start driving towards the smoke hoping they were survivors.

Arriving at the end of the street they reach the source of smoke, it was a smoke signal tube thrown on the ground, the smoke was almost over. The three get out of the car with Henry getting out first and ensuring the protection of the others while Rupert approaches the flare taking it in his hand and analyzing it. “Someone definitely came through here." He looks at Dave who was looking around for survivors, he then hears a sound coming from behind a trash can next to an alley. He takes the baseball bat in his hands, he was shaking and sweating with nervousness.

He approaches slowly, "W-who's there??" He gets closer and closer and then the figure steps out from behind the trash can. It was a boy about the same age as them, curly brown hair, dark skin and green eyes. He wore a green camouflage-print jacket with a fur collar and red headphones around his neck. He had an injured arm and a cut on his face.

“Who are you??" Price stands in front of Dave pointing the gun at the stranger who scares himself a little by extending a hand before groaning in pain and going back to holding the other arm.

"Don't attack me! I just sent a signal to make it easier for them to find me..." Rupert lowers the gun, glaring at the boy as Henry approaches with a raised eyebrow. “I work for the government and went out on patrol, I got lost..." He laughs nervously and Rupert gets even more suspicious. "My name is Charles Calvin!" He cracks a smile and extends his hand, "I'm a helicopter pilot, it's nice to meet you!" He keeps waiting for them to shake hands with him, but not one of them accepts the handshake, that said pilot laughs awkwardly, lowering his hand .

“Rupert Price." He puts the gun away and introduces the other two, "This is Dave and Henry." Dave nods and Henry just stares at Charles, their eyes meet for a moment, he could sense a sense of distrust and coldness coming from the albino, Henry looks back down the street alert in case those creatures come again, tightly holding the metal bar in hands.

“If you're from the government, do you guys know what's going on??" Dave steps forward with his hands clasped together. Charles pauses and looks down at the ground, he shakes his head with a disappointed look, Dave's hopeful expression dissolves in seconds.

"It happened overnight, I don't know all the details, but if we find a way to the base in the center of the city, maybe the General will know!" He says going behind the trash can and picking one up military bag full of food and water. It had more supplies than Dave's pack, making him feel even more unprepared.

“Okay pilot boy, I'll help by giving you a ride." Price snorts and waves in the direction of the car, directing Charles to follow, from which he takes the backpack and without difficulty slings it onto his back. Dave was surprised, the backpack looked quite big and heavy.

“How do you manage to carry that big backpack?" He asks side by side with Charles as Henry follows close behind. Calvin looked up at him, raising an eyebrow until the question struck him.

“Oh!" He laughs, "It's not that heavy, I know I'm only a pilot but I'm not that weak!" He says winking and raising his arm flexing, but immediately he feels pain in his arm. "Half an hour ago I hit my arm hard..." He rolled up his jacket sleeve showing a wound on his arm that was poorly bandaged.

“Oh, I hope it's not serious..." Dave looks to the side wanting not to see the wound, Henry glances over and react attentively, catching Charles's wrist and lifting his arm towards him. “Henry what is it??" Dave looks at him confused, the thief is staring at the wound for a few seconds, noticing a bad placement of the bandage and blood stains. Henry finds a loose piece and slowly removes the bandage from the pilot's arm which shocks both him and Dave.

“I... I don't know how to take care of myself in a medicinal way..." He laughs nervously but Henry cuts the laugh short with a cold serious expression against him who swallows hard. Henry sighs, shaking his head and going to Charles' bag, starting to rummage through it. "H-Hey what are you-" in seconds Stickmin pulls out a first aid kit from inside the backpack.

Henry goes to the car and opens the backseat door and points inside. "You..." Dave stares at him for a few seconds until he realizes what he wanted to say, "Are you going to tend to his wound?" Henry blushes, again pointing further inward looking to the side. Dave laughs and helps Charles zip up his backpack and takes him into the backseat and onto the passenger seat.

Henry closes the car door behind him and gets in, Rupert checks that they're buckled in and starts driving. Henry puts the first aid kit between him and Charles and raises his hand without looking at it, the pilot is a little embarrassed but raises his injured arm which Henry pulls close to look more closely.

Luckily, it wasn't a bite, Henry sighs in relief at that and starts going through the kit and getting medicine for wounds, taking cotton and alcohol and dabbing it lightly on the wound. Charles lets out a small groan of pain with each pressure from Henry who doesn't seem to want to look at him.

“So...." Charles paused trying to ignore the pain, "Henry huh?" Just awkward silence, Charles wasn't the type to start a conversation, "you don't talk much do you?" Henry presses hard on the alcohol making Charles feel more pain, "Sorry!" He tries to laugh at the pain but it only makes Henry look at him with a cold and serious look.

“Are you a doctor or something..?" Charles tilts his head a little, "you seem to know a lot about first aid." Henry was just starting to put on the bandages when Charles mentioned this, causing him to freeze, he stared at the wound holding the bandages tightly, his vision becoming blurred and everything seemed to disorient him. "Hey..." Charles notices Henry's state a little worried, "are you okay..?" Henry snaps back to reality, putting Charles's arm back in place as if nothing had happened.

Henry looked away from Charles again, closing the first aid kit and setting it aside. This guy gave a negative vibe about him, Charles looks at Dave who looked at him too not knowing what to say.

“So...” He pauses looking around, "how long have you been in this situation?" He asks leaning over a little closer to the front seats. Dave looks at Rupert who with a sigh allows his friend to speak.

“We found out when we were at the police station not far from here." Rupert looks to the side, his eyes focused on the steering wheel and the street ahead, "let's say..." He looks at Henry who crossed his arms rolling his eyes and resting them on the window which he started to stare at, "We went to see how Henry was doing..." His eyes glanced at Henry repeatedly with a nervous expression, "...in his cell." Charles almost jumps out of his seat in shock, hitting his head on the ceiling in the process. “I know it sounds really crazy, literally we are..." He paused looking at Rupert who glanced at him, and when he noticed his eyes he looked forward again, "two policemen and a criminal..." Charles looks at the two and at Henry who just stared at him coldly, pointing at him in a conflicted way.

“Wow," he smooths a hand through his hair, "you mean this whole time I've been sitting next to a criminal?" Henry cracks a small smile as if he takes it as a compliment, "that..." He looks at He He glances in Henry's direction, one hand on his chin resting on the edge of the car window looking out at the passing streets. “I don't know how to feel about this..." He puts his arms over his legs looking at the ground not knowing what else to say.

“Do you remember the direction to this base in the city center? I need it here" Rupert says keeping his eyes focused straight ahead, Charles lifts his head, realizing he wasn't there given the directions to them. He takes his backpack, even though his arm hurts he could still take the map of the city and gives it to Dave's hand, smoothing a little bit of the bandaged arm trying to ignore the pain he felt. Henry couldn't help but notice this, but he looked back out of the car thoughtfully.

That ride would take almost half an hour, Rupert was still wondering how Charles managed to get away from his group so easily. During the ride it was getting close to dusk, and they were passing through a very poor area of ​​the city, seeing through the windows those things outside roaming freely in the street.

“You know what those things remind me of?" Rupert and Dave stare at each other with an "oh no" look.

“No please..." Dave begs almost squirming in his seat as Rupert buries his head in the steering wheel and lightly taps it repeatedly.

“For the love of god this better not start with a Z!!" Rupert grunts turning to Charles who just shrugs his shoulders with a nervous smile. It wasn't quite the time to joke about how this looked like the apocalypse movies everyone already knew.

“I've always found it strange that in these movies they never say the word..." He laughs with both men growling in frustration, "and am I lying??" A silence takes the car for a few seconds, for a moment Charles really thought he had done something wrong, when he entered Rupert started to laugh softly, and soon Dave joined him. The two laughed and Charles felt like laughing too, the three kept the volume low so as not to attract the creatures, even with everything that happened, they still found a way to keep a good mood.

“What idiot, like, isn't a popular monster? Why do these movies never mention if it's something so common in the media?" Rupert laughed holding the steering wheel, Dave just looked at him laughing and smiling. “And it's not like I didn't notice, of course I did..." He pauses, the smile becoming melancholy and the laughter stopping, "Jonny loved those stupid movies..." He could hear the pain in his voice, placing a hand over his gently trying to comfort him. Charles stopped laughing and stared at them, noticing that the mood went from comical to serious very quickly. Charles looked into the corner feeling bad, he had no intention of making anyone uncomfortable.

“I...." He paused looking to the side, seeing something that left him in shock, "guys!" The other two look at him and to the side, going into exact shock. Henry's seat was empty, and the door was slightly open, he had just gotten out of the car while they were distracted. Immediately Rupert stops the car and starts mumbling getting out of the car loading his pistol and starting to head in the direction they came from.

“You two stay in the car! I'm going to finish that motherfucker!" He said mildly irritated, they start to run away from the car. Dave and Charles were left behind scared and nervous, Dave didn't know what to do and started looking around, he went back inside, locking all the doors and turning off the car’s lights. He was almost hyperventilating, he was scared, he crouched down in the space in front of his chair, trying not to make too much noise.

Charles wasn't so panicked, he looked out the windows to see if they had any of those things out there, not seeing anything for now. All they could do was wait for the other two to return.

Rupert continued to run after Henry, refueling his gun as he prepared for anything. But on the way he can see what looked like the bodies of those creatures, torn apart and lying in their own blood and guts, Rupert covers his face in horror, he should be used to this by now. He followed the trail to the same street they passed before, following it to the end of the street, arriving at a house that had an open door and swaying against the wind. Having no idea what was going on, Rupert just entered the house trying to ignore the bodies on the floor, walking through the door and looking around.

It was a small house, they didn't have much furniture, at least a basic kitchen, an old sofa and an old tv, a shelf and a desk with some scribbled and torn papers, some keys over papers with some kind of face symbol he didn't know about. "What place is this..?" He wondered, hearing someone approaching he pointed the gun in the direction, but it was just Henry.

“What the fuck is wrong with you??" He questions staring at Henry and lowering the gun, visibly irritated by the thief's attitude, "You can't just come out of nowhere and go robbing someone else's abandoned house!" Henry raises an eyebrow, he walks over to a shelf, picking up what looked like a photo but with a cold expression throws it away on the ground.

"DUDE!" Rupert walks over to the picture, turning his back on Henry, "be more respectful this isn't your-" Rupert takes the photo turning it over in his hand, seeing the contents of the photo, his eyes widen, he slowly turns to Henry who just looks at him coldly before heading to the entrance of the house.

He was carrying a small backpack, it looked pretty empty but at the same time carrying something inside. Rupert looks back at the photo, looking around at the rest of the house, processing everything. He gets up and still, a little in shock, adjusts the photo back on the shelf, staring into the frame of a mother with a sweet smile holding a little boy with blue eyes and snow-pale skin Just like his hiar. There was another person in the photo, but that part of the photo had been torn apart. Rupert sighs and have Henry following him back to the car.

“You know..." Rupert pauses with his hands in his pockets, "you could have asked..." He says looking at Henry, the thief looks at him confused, "I wouldn't deny bringing you here..." Henry stops confused, staring at him but Rupert just keeps walking, "we're in a life and death situation, we need to work together to survive..." He paused, sighing and turning to Henry with a sincere smile, "even if we're not friends, that doesn't mean we can't help each other..." The two stare at each other for a few seconds before continuing.

Finally they get back to the car, and upon seeing them they immediately open the door and Dave jumps out to find Rupert with a startled look, "Rup, I was so worried where did you go??" He asked with shaking hands on Rupert's shoulder who starts trying to calm him down as Henry gets into the car.

“Henry was stubborn and didn't ask to stop, he just wanted to stop by his place..." He says without much hesitation, surprising both Henry and Dave, "whatever he took must have been enough, right?" And he looks at Stickmin who just nods with a smile and gets in the car, putting the feeling as well as Dave and Rupert who returns to drive.

“Sorry I scared you Dave..." Rupert apologized but Dave just sighed and smiled at him, placing a hand on his shoulder gently making Price smile. His friend's smile was all he needed, and quickly he was more confident and headed downtown.

The trip doesn't take long, in almost no time he could see lights in a close distance and finally they could verify that it was like a barrier formed downtown, high lights tall enough for none of those creatures to get close.

“It's here!!" Charles points with a smile on his face, in a few seconds they approach what looks like a gate with some towers with snipers on top.

The both guards pointing in the direction of the car alarming "who's coming??" Really loud. The three look at Charles who just smiles genuinely nodding, nervous Rupert stops the car and they start to leave raising their arms. Charles immediately starts waving, "It's ME, Charles!!" The guards face each other and one of them speaks in an walk talk as they lower their weapons. The group faces each other and in a few minutes the gates begin to open, and on the other side an older man wearing a general's formal uniform was waiting with an expression of surprise.

“General!" Charles immediately runs towards him and stopping in front of him salutes, "I'm sorry sir, I-I got lost on patrol, I-I don't know what you heard with the rest of the group i... I...” For the first time he appeared to sound nervous in front of the trio, but he quickly fell silent as the general unnaturally welcomed Charles into a hug, surprising everyone.

Charles didn't look surprised or shocked, just... embarrassed? They were even more confused by this, they looked quite close. "The group returned safe, but they said you were lost and I..." The man paused, "I thought you were gone..." They break apart and the general puts his hand over Charles' face, "Are you all right?" The young man scratches the back of his head nervously and looks at the group, the general immediately sees them, "surviving hands I see, come on, come in." He gives room for them to pass with a hand on Charles's shoulder.

The group enters the base, impressed by the state of the place, arriving from military groups and various tents, medical, training, food and even accommodation. There were several townspeople there, some seriously injured, others having panic attacks and others just in a corner crying to themselves and being comforted by others. It was a very dire situation for many of them and it hurt Dave's heart, Rupert felt enormous discomfort seeing all this, and that only made him even more worried about his parents.

Henry just looked at those people with pity, sighing in the presence of children who asked the soldiers, firefighters and doctors where their parents were, with not even the adults being able to give an answer. The group just gets back in the car and they drive inside, parking it close to other cars and pulling out what they have inside.

They come back together with Charles and the general, "so..." Rupert stares at the two trying to understand their relationship, "what are you two?" He questions getting strange looks from Dave who just stares at him with a raised eyebrow while Henry hold a laugh.

“Oh well, I've known him since I was a kid, he was a friend of my parents..." Charles pauses looking at the general at which he smiles, "I grew up with him taking care of me so we're very close!" This seemed to make sense to them.

The general decides to let them take care of whatever they need in the medical hut and eat in the cantina hut, and Charles has offered to show them around, but Henry quickly grabs him lightly by the arm and starts dragging him to the medical hut with the intention of making him treat his wounds. Dave and Rupert stare at each other and laugh a little.

As they watched laughing, Rupert felt himself being watched, turning to meet the eyes that were looking at them.

“Rupert?" Rupert's gaze was petrified as he recognized the man in front of him, a man with a beard similar to the general's but equally different in build. The man stares at the two with a look of shock, the same one Rupert gave. Rupert felt his chest hurt, knowing what this meant.

“M-Mister Panzer..?”

[To be continued...]

#henry stickmin collection #henry stickmin #charles calvin #rupert price #dave panpa #general galeforce #major hershell panzer #tw: blood #tw: violence #tw: swearing #tw: grief #tw: gore #tw: guns #tw: injury #zombie apocalypse au #zombie apocalypse #zombie #new world no second chances #henry stickmin fanfic #henry stickmin au #henry stickmin collection au

[ambdgyt]

what is 5 riddle underpass' hair color and skin tone? also the color of their eyes

5 in rup can't grow hair, skin tone is closer to his original skin tone but more orange with pink tips on fingers, and his eye color is mainly pink :3

#riddle school #riddle underpass #5 riddle school #5 riddle underpass #ambdgtag

[ducktoonsfanart]

Huey, Dewey and Louie Duck - Triplets Mania - 85th anniversary - Quack Pack Week - Triplets - Plus Phooey Duck

Yes, I should have drawn this 2 weeks ago, but due to numerous problems I had, I didn't get to finish it then, but thank God I made it now.

Yes, on October 17, 1937, Al Taliaferro and Tad Obsorne drew a comic called Donald's Nephews and Donald's nephews Huey, Dewey and Louie Duck appeared for the first time. Yes, Huey is red, Dewey is blue, and Louie is green. They then appeared for the first time on April 15, 1938, in the animation under the same name, and their history begins from then. They are mostly mischievous boys who defy Donald and Scrooge, but love to go on adventures with them. They also go to school and are members of the Junior Woodchucks, an important scout group. Yes, they are very smart and are partly moral compasses with Donald, their important uncle, as well as for Donald's uncle Scrooge. They also love hanging out most with Daisy's nieces April, May and June Duck as well as Gyro's nephew Newton. They have often appeared in cartoons, comics, and video games. Whenever Donald was present, they, Donald's nephews, had to be present as well. Yes, you know them most in Ducktales, but they were present outside of that as well.

Donald's classic shorts, Ducktales (original and reboot), Quack Pack, and various comics have mostly portrayed Donald's nephews in the best possible ways. So I drew two drawings (since it wouldn't all fit) showing various versions of Donald's nephews, Huey, Dewey and Louie from the beginning to the present day. Drawn all three in his classic style from various series and comics such as Mr Duck Steps Out, Trick or Treat, Junior Woodchucks (Carl Barks, Don Rosa, Topolino comics as well as Dutch comics), Ducktales 1987, Ducktales 2017, Quack Pack, Area 15, Spookyzone and Duckscares. Yes, I also added Phooey Duck in three versions (the classic Ducktales version, the reboot version and the Quack Pack version) as Donald's fourth yellow nephew.

I hope you like this idea and this drawing and I certainly wish them a happy 85th anniversary since their first existence, and from next year their 85th birthday (actually they don't have that many, but then their birthday is in April). Happy Birthday Huey, Dewey and Louie! Yes, they are after Donald and Goofy, my favorite and best Disney characters.

By the way, what is your favorite version of Donald's nephews and your favorite triplet? And of course happy Halloween!

Huey, Dewey and Louie (English) in other languages: Jorgito Juanito y Jaimito (Spanish), Hugo Paco y Luis (Latin Spanish), Huguinho Zezinho e Luisinho (Portuguese), Riri Fifi et Loulou (French), Tick Trick und Track (German), Qui Quo Qua (Italian), Kwik Kwek Kwak (Dutch), Rip Rap og Rup (Danish), Ole Dole og Doffen (Norwegian), Tupu, Hupu ja Lupu (Finnish), Knatte Fnatte och Tjatte (Swedish), Ripp Rapp og Rupp (Icelandic), Χιούη Λιούη & Ντιούη (Greek), Viki Niki és Tiki (Hungarian), Hyzio Dyzio Zyzio (Polish), Titus Totus Tutus (Latin), Билли Вилли и Дилли (Russian), Бiллi Вiллi и Дiллi (Ukrainian), Kulík Dulík a Bubík (Czech), Hui Dui a Lui (Slovak), Raja Gaja i Vlaja (Serbian), توتو سوسو ولولو (Arabic), ヒュイーとデュイーとルイー (Japanese), 三只小鴨 (Traditional Chinese), 辉儿 杜儿 和 路儿 (Simplified Chinese), Can Cin ve Cem (Turkish) and others.

#my fanart #donald's nephews #huey dewey and louie #huey dewey and louie duck #happy anniversary and birthday #trick or treat #ducktales #quack pack #huey duck #dewey duck #louie duck #duckverse #quackpackweek #phooey duck #ducktales 1987 #ducktales 2017 #crossovers #junior woodchucks #disney duck comics #disney cartoons #disney comics #duck comics #disney ducks #disney duckverse #area 15 #spookyzone #duckscares #different versions #incarnations #hubert duck

[teecupangel]

Here I come once again, thoughts on the new chapter of the AC black flag comic?

Chapter 3 is available for free on Webtoons for those curious and it’s an action-packed chapter.

So here are my thoughts:

1) The action sequence was pretty neat. Ngl, Edward slapping shurikens out of his way is a bit funny to think about. Like... fuck blocking, Imma slap these highspeed projectiles because I'm Captain Edward James Kenway. XD

This does show just how far the Hidden Blades had gotten. Altaïr couldn’t counter using his blade or gauntlet because of how easy it would be for them to break but here’s Edward, blocking an incoming downward jump slash with a smile.

No notes. Just appreciating how far Hidden Blades had gotten. (Also, this is pretty on point since his grandson can use the actual blade as a parrying dagger in his game)

2) So… remember the whole “Dutch ships have been disappearing” info last chapter? Well, the ones who attack Edward are specifically called pirates in this chapter so the idea that they had a hand in the disappearance is looking more plausible. I’m still thinking there’s some kind of Yamatai defense system at play here though until I’m proven otherwise XD

3) Oh yeah, Noa’s showing us that, yeah, divergence in memories causes desyncing which we already know but instead of making Noa redo the entire memory (if there’s no checkpoint), it just bypassed the memory. Yeah? Where was that when Altaïr had to keep dying in the water because of me, Animus? XD

(Improvement of the Animus, most definitely.)

4) If there was any doubt that Noa was a Kenway, this amount of daddy issue is definitely Kenway.

5) So we finally have a name for the place that Edward is looking for: Angkor.

It’s an actual ancient place so I’m going to guess that Angkor in AC lore was built on the ruins of an Isu city of some kind. The mention of a tower is interesting though since whenever Isu BS is coming our way, we’re more used to hearing of a ‘temple’ and not a tower. Angkor Wart does have multiple towers that symbolize Mount Meru but it specified ‘tower’ in singular form so either it’s a different tower altogether or one of the towers. There’s also Pre Rup which has a central tower so that’s also a possibility.

In other words, ‘tower’ is quite vague and I hope we see Edward getting annoyed after seeing that there are a lot of towers in Angkor XD

Wikipedia’s page of Angkor does say that there were Japanese settlements alongside the remains by 17th century which works well with the timeline of this webtoon. Whether these settlers are connected to the Shimazu clan that attacked Edward or not though remains a mystery for now.

As for the POE, if it’s not an Apple (their go-to POE), it will be something connected to the religions practiced in Angkor itself and that’s… well… that leaves us with a lot of possibility. XD

#overall #it’s an entertaining chapter #i can’t believe i’m saying this #but i’m interested in what they have plan for the poe and all these isu bs #don’t know how to feel about noa yet #he has daddy issues sure #but he’s pretty much an audience surrogate at this point #we’ll see how it goes #ask and answer #assassin's creed #edward kenway #noa kim #teecup analyze more than necessary #by the way i don't count this as hatereading #as i am still iffy of noa's dna results #and his place in ac lore #i'm still going to give this a go #because the edward parts are pretty entertaining #and you can't just throw out 'shimazu' and not make me go #!!!????!!!!!?????????!!!! #so yeah #noa himself i'm unsure of #but i am here for the isu bs that's coming our way XD #teecup analyze and reacts to acft webtoon

[svturn-exe]

I SUDDENLY HAD A RLY SAD THOUGHT… (quick tw for strangling) regarding your post on alts being able to physically hurt ppl, i suddenly had the rly sad thought of alt thatcher silently strangling ruth while talking to thatcher by copying his voice while in the murray house… I JUST. EUGH ANGST OPPORTUNITIES (esp since i love alt thatcher sm as a character there’s just so much you can do w him imo) -imaginary anon (sorry if this was a lot)

ooOOG H THAT'S DEFINITELY ONE WAY........... and the taunting would also help cove rup any sounds ruth was making :((( tormenting both of them at the same time ....................... ruth dying witht he knowledge that thatcher is RIGHT THERE but he can't see her and she can't call out. aUUGH

#asks4saturn #it's fine !!! i'm big on horror & not very squeamish when it comes to things like this 👍👍 #tmc hcs #<- this is goign in the hc tag !

[artemispt]

I think I never saw this pic 🥹

#also I’m FERAL about it #the arm the hair THE NOSE #totally concentrated dripping the honey. look at his other hand fingers also concentrated. can’t explain better hope you are understanding 😂 #imagine if he dripped honey on his finger 🫠 poor Rups though 😅 #armporn #Carlos’ hair compilation #noseporn #carlos profile #carlos sainz #carlos sainz jr #rupert manwaring #carlos mclaren era

[iobsessoverfictionalmen]

The One Where Ethan Rayne Returns

Part 4

AN: This four-part fic will contain spoilers for Seasons 1-6 of Buffy as well as canon typical behaviours, fighting, and references to violence.

“We should be safe here,” you explained to Tara once you had closed and locked the door that separated the store from the back room.  “It’s the most fortified part of the shop.”

Tara managed a tiny smile.

“And plus,” you continued speaking, hoping to cheer her up.  You moved the training dummy to the side and pried open one of the panels in the wall “if you know where to look, there are all kinds of snacks hidden in here.”

Distracted, Tara pushed herself off the couch and made her way over to you.  You stepped aside and Tara let out a small gasp at the variety of snack foods that were now visible.

“Does Mr. Giles know about this?” She asked.

You chuckled, “It was his idea.  Don’t let his stern exterior fool you; the man has a major sweet tooth.  Xander knew that and that’s why he built the cupboards in.  Plus, what good is a fortified room if there are no supplies in it?”

“That makes sense.  Could I have some of the Salt and Vinegar Pringles please?”

“Of course,” you reached into the cabinet and pulled out two Pringles canisters.  You handed the Salt and Vinegar ones to Tara and you kept the other flavour for yourself.

As you closed the cupboard, Tara sat down cross legged on the floor and opened the Pringles. 

“What did Buffy mean by the Band Candy incident?”

You sat down opposite her and opened your own Pringles container after tapping it against hers causing her to smile again, “A couple of years ago when Sunnydale High was a functioning high school and not an abandoned relic, a rather large shipment of chocolate was delivered to the school and the students needed to sell them to generate money for new marching band uniforms.”

“Now I get where the name came from.”

You nodded, “The candy was manufactured in such a way that it caused the adults who consumed it to act like they did when they were teenagers.  While that was entertaining to begin with, we quickly discovered that it was a diversion.  Demons used the chaos to kidnap babies from the hospital and offer them as tribute to a powerful demon.”

Tara gasped in shock.  She was holding a Pringle in her hand but her hand had frozen midway to her mouth.

Sensing her distress, you hurried to continue, “None of the babies were hurt.  Rupert and Joyce were able to return the babies safely to the hospital while Buffy dealt with the demons.”

Relieved, Tara let out a long breath.  Then she looked at you quizzically, “Did you eat the candy?”

“I was going to but I had been busy that day and I left it in the Staff Room.  When I had a free moment, I went to grab it but someone had stolen it.  My guess is it was Snyder.  The things that man came out with under the influence of the candy were hilarious and I wish that I’d been able to record what he said and how he acted.”

Tara fished in her container for her next Pringle, “Is it okay if I ask a few more questions?”

“Go ahead,” you replied as you reached into your own canister.

“When did Qui-Gon arrive in Sunnydale?”

“The same time that Wesley did.  There was quite a big disagreement between Buffy, Rupert, and the Watchers Council some time after the Band Candy incident.  As a result, Rupert was fired from being Buffy’s Watcher and in an attempt to control the situation and Buffy, the Council sent Wesley as a replacement.”

“I’m guessing that didn’t go over well?”

“Not in the slightest,” you informed her.  “Buffy was quite reluctant to work with Wesley.  She took the backhanded and snide comments that he made to Rupert personally.  She also didn’t like the way he handled her training and the comments he made about her methods.”

“How does she feel about Qui-Gon?”

You sighed heavily, “It took her a while to even get used to his presence.  I think she’s still not sure about him.  It probably doesn’t help that she’s seen the two men argue and since she sees Rupert as a teacher slash father figure…”

“She’s more inclined to take his side over Qui-Gon’s.”

“Yeah.”

The two of you sat in silence.

“Can you feel that?” Tara asked a few moments later as she shivered.

It didn’t take long for you to realise that Tara wasn’t talking about the temperature in the room and that she must be talking about something magical.  Focusing just your godfather had taught you, you tried to identify what Tara was talking about.  You could feel an unexpected increase in the dark magical power in Sunnydale.  It was almost as if its host had lost the ability to wield their magic.

Your instincts screamed at you that you were in danger and panic welled up inside you as you broke your focus.

“Tara!” You shouted.

Her eyes were glassy as she examined you and you realised that she was connected to her magic.  If she stayed connected to it, there was a very high chance that she would either lose her magic or be infected with the dark magic.  You tried to think of something, anything that would make her refocus on you and break her connection to her magic.  Your mind was empty and then you remembered the game that Buffy, Xander and Willow played while they were at Sunnydale High.

“I need you to tell me your favourite holiday destination and what you would do while you’re there!”

“Right now?”  Tara’s voice had a dreamy, almost hypnotic quality to it.

“Yes, now!  Would you go snorkelling in the Caribbean or would you be more interested in climbing Mount Everest?”

“I don’t like that type of cold or adventure,” Tara’s voice was slowly losing its dreamy quality.  “I want to visit many places starting with France.”

“Good.  That’s good.”  You praised, “Tell me more.”

“I want to learn the history of countries and I want to visit heritage listed sites.”  Tara’s voice was back to normal when she finished speaking.

Then she doubled over, coughing and wheezing.  Moments later, the coughing fit subsided and she straightened up again.

“That magic was so powerful and seductive.”

You nodded, “I’m willing to bet that it was Ethan’s magic and I don’t think he can access it anymore.”

That night as you laid in bed sated with one of your legs intertwined with Rupert’s and the warmth and weight of Qui-Gon’s body pressing into you from behind, you replayed Rupert’s explanation of how they defeated Ethan after freeing Willow from her binds and released Ethan’s magic while Qui-Gon ensured that Ethan would have no knowledge nor memory of casting magic.

Your eyelids closed and you drifted into slumber.

Only to bolt upright hours later after having a dream of Ethan smirking at you and saying, “I did come to warn you.”   Your breathing and heart rate accelerated when you noticed that Rupert was missing from the side of his bed that he had occupied the night before.

#my writing #buffy the vampire slayer #buffy x star wars crossover #reader #qui-gon jinn #rupert giles #rupert giles x reader #qui-gon jinn x reader #rupert giles x reader x qui gon jinn #tara maclay #ethan rayne #implied sex at the end

[spirallabyrinthpodcast]

Today's malec sobh was 🤌🤌🤌🤌🤌

First things first...we need more kit+jemma moments coz the sarcasm!!!! If we add Jace n Simon istg it'll be so good

Also rup left 😭😭 I'm lowkey sad half our theories just-

But! There's still time for sobh to end n I still have a feeling that something big is coming

Definitely not something good coz our dear author is Cassie.....some big bad shit gonna be served in a platter for twp gang ✌️

It was great being haunted by rup!

N hail Kraig ✌️

re: installment 57

Hi Nobody!

So sorry it's been over two weeks since you sent this. We may not be timely, but we are diligent!! We're still not over the Malec content anyway ;)

We don't think Jace could come out of a room with Simon and Kit alive, let alone if we add Blackstairs. Can you imagine the amount of sarcasm and jokes pointed at Jace?? Simon and Kit teaming up with their mundane prowess 👀 we'd love to see it

We aren't throwing our theories out yet, don't worry! We're just keeping them on the backburner--or in the freezer?--at least until ChoT comes out in January. AND we did have our theory of the ring being revealed as the curse was broken become canon, so there's that!!

. . . well you were right about something big coming lol that big sad shit you were talking about was delivered early. We got too hungry and broke open the bag of angst that was waiting til TWP to be served *cries*

RIP Rup buddy <3 gone but not forgotten

Hail Kraig!

Bry & Jules 🧡

#krpartygoers #krp asks #sobh #secrets of blackthorn hall #malec #kit herondale #blackstairs #jace herondale #simon lovelace #rupert blackthorn

[reidsaurora]

babes are you okay?? why you have surgery? (if you're okay with me asking ofc) :(

hi, rups!!! thank you so much for checking in! i am so sorry i'm just now getting a chance to answer this, it's been a long and busy day for sure 🤣❤️

i was gonna say long story short but i feel like there's just no way to tell this story in a short version so buckle up! there will probably be a lot of reading 🤣 also i'm gonna highlight the important words just in case that will help to explain the important parts of this extremely long story 💀

so back in 2015, i got diagnosed with crohn's disease, which is basically where you can inflammation anywhere in the lining of your digestive tract, so anywhere from your mouth to your booty. mine has always been throughout different places in the digestive tract.

that being said, very soon after my crohn's diagnosis, i was diagnosed with something called hidradenitis suppurativa, which is basically just a bunch of lumps and tunnels in the skin... and they can pop up anywhere. the armpits, the sweat glands, the underboobs, the 🐱 area... yeah, anywhere. and i was blessed with the ones in ✨️the land down under✨️

so, i've had all these lumps and tunnels for over seven years. some of them have calmed down, some have popped up in new places (my armpits are now involved but that's a different story for a different day), and some of them unfortunately turned into fistulas. according to Google (just bc it's kinda hard for me to describe on my own), a fistula is basically a connection/tunnel through an organ to either another organ or the skin.

i have two fistulas, one from my 🐱 area to the rectum (i think, everything's been such a haze, i'm having trouble remembering how all this works), and then one from the skin to the ah noos (pls lmk if i need to explain this joke or if you get it 💀).

all that being said, i had to have something called a seton placed in both of these fistulas. a seton (i've been told) is sort of like a really thin rubber band that goes throughout the fistula like a tube to keep it open and draining, in hopes of drying up everything in the fistula to hopefully close it off in the future.

some setons are placed there for weeks to months. however, my surgeon has told me that because of how advanced my fistulas are (because one of them has been there for a couple years and we didn't have the money because medical expenses are awful in america), it may take longer than that for mine to heal. his hopes (yes... i had a grown man stick his fingers in my unmentionables 🥲) are that this is not the case, but he did warn me just in case that does happen.

the good news is that i've FINALLY!!! found a new gastroenterologist (the dudes that check up on the crohn's related stuff) after moving out of peds (the kiddo docs) over a year ago. i've met this doc twice and i already love him. he's so kind and so attentive and extremely smart, just an all around great doctor. anyway, he is extremely knowledgeable about my situation and fistula care and all that jazz so i have lots of hope that he will be able to help me through this, as well as my surgeon. my surgeon is also an amazing guy and is extremely good at his job as well.

now, to make a long story short. i had to have emergency surgery because fistulas are awful in the first place and mine are apparently even worse.

again, thank you so very much for checking in! if any of you guys have any other questions, feel free to send me an ask or a DM! i would love to help out as much as i can!

also! my wonderful friend @reidsbookclub (who is a medical student btw!!) has said that she could answer anyone's questions that i could not answer, if you guys have any questions about this procedure medical-wise that she might have more knowledge on. thank you so much, grecy! 💛

lastly, i would like to thank you again, rups for checking in on me! i honestly was just using this as a way to rant, i was never expecting anyone to see it on their tl or even read it because there's been a lot of lengthy, annoying posts about it at this point 🤣

so thank you for checking up and seeing if i was ok! i think i will be with time ❤️

#ask #asks #ask box #inbox #inbox ask #inbox asks #anon #anons #anon ask #anon asks #thanks moot! #<- now that all those are outta the way lol #thank you so much #rups 🍇 #grecy 🌻 #and everyone else #who has checked up on me and prayed for me and kept me in their thoughts #you all mean the world to me #thank yall so much #i love u guys 🫶🏻 #emmy interacts

[neopronouns-in-action]

Neopronouns in action: sy/rup/rups/syrupself which will follow the same rules as he/him/his/himself for this example.

Replace he with sy Replace him with rup Replace his with rups Replace himself with syrupself 

EX:

"He is going to adopt a new puppy soon, as soon as he gets a fence set up around his yard so the puppy can go outside without him having to walk it. His uncle is going to help set up the fence, since he has a set of power tools he's letting him use, since he lost his."

Becomes:

"Sy is going to adopt a new puppy soon, as soon as sy gets a fence set up around rups yard so the puppy can go outside without rup having to walk it. Rups uncle is going to help set up the fence, since he has a set of power tools he's letting rup use, since sy lost rups."

This is also a free writing prompt!

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Inconvenience

Sy squinted at rups blurry reflection in the mirror, which was made up of nothing but vague blobs of color that only familiarity rendered into anything resembling the image of a person, and even then, the features were impossible to make out.

If sy so much as took a step backwards, or even half a step, even that would disappear, the vague shadows that were the eyes, and the slightly different blur of color that was the mouth, even a single step backwards and those were gone too, faded into the general blur of the whole head, from which no details could be picked out.

Sy leaned closer, and the reflection of rups eyes came slightly more into focus, and sy could see rups hairline with more confidence. But sy couldn’t stay that close, or sy would get hair in the sink.

This was the trouble with cutting your own hair when you had to wear glasses－you wouldn’t wear your glasses while cutting your hair.

Sy was currently attempting to give syrupself a mohawk, or rather, trying to keep the mohawk sy had given syrupself a week or two ago, which was starting to get overshadowed by the rest of rups hair as it slowly got longer.

The initial mohawk had been a spur of the moment decision the last time sy cut rups hair, so it was only two-weeks worth of growth longer than the rest of rups hair.

Sy wanted to keep it, which was a lot more difficult than just shaving rups head like sy normally did. Sy had the #1 clipper guard on the blade, the shortest one, and normally, all sy had to do was go over rups head in all directions, making sure not to miss any spots, and it would be even all over, and just the right length to be soft when sy ran rups hand through it.

Sy had tried doing a normal mohawk once, mainly because sy had taken the guard off to get the loose hair off...then, because sy'd already taken of rups glasses...started cutting rups hair like sy normally did...only to realize that the guard wasn't on, so instead of cutting to the shortest option, sy shaved all the hair off entirely.

Thankfully, sy was able to turn it into a purposeful-looking mohawk, so no harm really done, but unfortunately, having rups head shaved to the skin made the texture on rups hands uncomfortable – when sy tried to run rups hands over it, rups hand wanted to stick to it, which sy supposed was how Spiderman was able to climb things, in theory. Sy'd been expecting it to be smooth, but it wasn't. It was weird and not very fun to touch, though it definitely did look cool.

This is why sy was trying to maintain this mohawk the hard way.

It was a lot easier for rup to just shave rups head than it was to carefully keep a mohawk intact and straight, especially when sy couldn't actually see into the mirror at all while cutting.

Sy didn't know what numbers eye doctors would use to describe rups vision, but it was so blurry that the last eye examiner, upon reading the results, exclaimed in dismay, “Wow, your eyes are terrible.” That is not something sy wanted to hear at the end of an eye exam, even if it was kind of funny.

Sy leaned forward towards the mirror again until sy could start to make out the lines of rups hair, squinting in a fruitless attempt to bring it into sharer focus.

This would be so much easier if sy could actually see what sy was doing, but sy couldn't wear rups glasses while cutting, and sy didn't want to cut over the sink, since sy was trying to keep hair from going down the drain. A hand mirror would probably be a good idea.

After lining up the razor as best sy could, sy carefully pushed it backwards along rups head, and was rewarded with a small shower of cut hair down the back of rups neck.

Turning the razor around and going in the opposite direction in the same spot to make sure it was cut evenly was a million times more difficult than it needed to be. Sy kept wanting to move rups hand in the opposite direction than it was supposed to go, sy was all mixed up.

Sy would have to look up if there were tools out there to help with keeping lines straight. This was almost annoying enough not to be worth it. It would be cool to have more stripes, but that would be even more difficult than this.

But, sy would look cool, once sy could actually put rups glasses back on to be able to see, and it only took an extra ten minutes, which was still less time that in had even taken just to dry rups hair back when it was long, so it was worth it, even if it was inconvenient.

#long post #neopronouns in action #neopronouns #writing prompts #neopronoun writing prompts #trans #transgender #nonbinary #xenogender #pronoun nonconforming #queer #mogai #pride #lgbt #sy/rup #sy/rup/rups/syrupself #sy/rup pronouns #syruppronouns #nounself pronouns in action

[sharktoraptor]

OCtober 15 - Inventory

Used this as an excuse to design Hero’s version of the Master Sword and also I’ve decided he has a bee embroidered on his rupee pouch :D

The rusted/burnt (haven’t decided) part of the Triforce is a reference to the LU icon/logo and to show the damage to the Courage bit of the cycle/the state it’s in when Hero takes over

Some additional stuff for my personal reference or if anyone else wants to read about my boy~

- Before Hero was able to buy his scabbard he had a SUPER makeshift thing made from part of the damaged bits of the harness Catherine (his donkey) was still wearing when he found her. Even then, she mostly carried the Master Sword because it was very unwieldy like that.

- At The Town(tm) he ends up “loaning” Catherine to a local farmer whose own donkey has just died, in exchange for her being cared for while he goes adventuring. The farmer takes pity of this small newly homeless child and insists on giving him some rupees as compensation too.

- At Sky’s suggestion he goes and buys a proper (cheap) leather scabbard and gets a good (pity) deal on a small shield, probably he ends up getting slightly better gear after he has some more rupees from dungeons.

- Idk how stuff fits in his bag it’s video game logic. But his non-dungeon items are pretty much just the Master Sword (which he started with- no other swords), his rup”bee” pouch, some kind of water bottle, and like... idk flint and steel or something? Had it in his pocket still from starting the bee smoker before stuff went down on the farm.

- He doesn’t have a bow because he doesn’t know how to shoot one yet

- As soon as Legend sees his inventory (after first dungeon) he lays into Sky about proper supplies and coaches Hero through actually stocking up on useful stuff, like rope and a knife and a needle and thread and eventually some better boots.

- And of course he always has bees with him. They don’t count as inventory though.

- Post-dungeons he gets plenty of other Zelda-typical equipment but the only one I’ve concretely decided is the fire rod after the first.

#oc_tober #bweirdoctober #my post #my art #oc hero #starting a tag for him #linksona #ill finish catching up tomorrow