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im-no-jedi · 2 years
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Countdown to Hannah’s Birthday 2022 | 7/7 - Sergeant Sunday
“We’re loyal to each other. Not some Empire.”
and the countdown ends with the leader of the squad, my favorite character, and currently the object of my affection 💀🥰 he’s been my favorite since we first saw the squad in TCW, and I’ve (somehow) grown to love him more throughout the TBB show. he’s serious, level-headed, and cares VERY much for his siblings (protective dad/oldest sibling energy 💙). his heightened senses help him to track down and locate pretty much anything. his skills with a knife are unparalleled, and he’s a pretty good shot too. strategy is his forte; he likes to know aaaaaall the angles (hehe 😏). his family is the absolute most important thing to him, and he’ll do anything to protect them (dude has nearly died several times already cause of this LOL). I cannot express how much I love his parental-like relationship with Omega, and I’m really fond of the respect and trust he has with Echo. I could go on about him much more than this, but to keep it short, I’ll just say that I relate to him more than most other fictional characters I’ve seen, and for that, he’s very special to me. I love him more than I can express, and I’m really looking forward to seeing him again in season 2 💙💙💙
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ashavahishta · 1 year
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APPARENTLY I HAVE POLLS??
y'all have no idea how hard this was to narrow down to 10 options but feel free to add the most important ones that i missed in the tags.
also this is DIFFERENT to Exasperated Husband Diaz(™), that's a poll for another day :)
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devondeal · 1 month
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For the weird Star Wars ask, questions 1,4,7,8,10,11,14,17,18 and 20 😌😘 Have fun
Oooo good ones. Also hard ones 🤣
1. Qui Gon Jinn. Love or hate? Discuss.
I love Qui Gon Jinn. I love how calm he is and how contemplative he is. This doesn't mean I can't see his flaws though. Regardless he is a one of the coolest Jedi the prequels have introduced, I just wish fans wouldn't put him on a pedestal. Let characters be flawed and wrong sometimes, it's ok I swear y'all.
4. Do you prefer the prequel, original, or sequel trilogy, and why?
God this is a hard one. Original is more nostalgic for me, like I watch them for comfort since I watched them when I was a kid all cozy with hot cocoa and blankets and just adoring the characters and twists. But the prequels are just so meaty and entertaining with the flashy visuals and meme humor.
It hurts to choose but I guess I'll go with prequels cuz I do engage with them more in fandom given how juicy they are. That's not to say the OG isnt juicy but the tragedy of Anakin Skywalker is kinda hard to beat there.
7. Dumbest Star Wars moment
God so many to choose from 🤣 but yeah Jar Jar stepping on shit then immediately getting electrocuted. I may have the order wrong on those sequence of events but either way... dumb.
Honorable mention: Jabba's CGI band with Roach and Miss Lips Close up. Just thinking abt it makes me laugh. Like George what were you on? 🤣
8. If you could ask George Lucas one question, what would it be?
I would ask him how he would continue Leia's story after the OG trilogy. I just always felt she deserved more in depth character exploration and I'd want to know his POV on that.
10. If you could pull a George Lucas and sneak into Disney Plus to edit any Star Wars scene, what changes would you make?
I'd take a away the "No... NOOO" from the Vader scene in Return of the Jedi. Just takes away from the suspence of if he will save Luke and ruins it for me. That's really it. Not much of an edit since it wasn't there to begin with. So an un-edit?
Next, I would edit some squeaking noises for C3PO during the Luke and Leia kiss, maybe an "oh my" even though he wouldnt be sure why he didn't like it 🤣 maybe some background dialogue for him and and R2 abt it.
11. Who would you want as your Jedi Master? (Why)
Luke Skywalker. I feel like he would really help with my confidence issues with his tendency for positive reinforcement. And he's nice and calm so he wouldn't trigger my anxiety. But still enough discipline so that I stay sharp and on it which I also need as a scatterbrain. I feel like because he started as a scatterbrain himself, he'd know where I was coming from.
14. BESIDES THE ROTS NOVELIZATION, what is your favorite Star Wars book?
The Approaching Storm is just a chock full of Jedi fun. It gives you an idea of what Jedi are meant to do and you get to see familiar characters in a more relaxed (for Jedi that is) setting.
17. Pick one Star Wars line to describe your life, what would it be?
"All his life has he looked away... to the future, to the horizon. Never his mind on where he was. What he was doing."
This Yoda line about Luke very much described me for a very long time. I've always felt and sometimes still do. I tend to live in my head and struggle with being present. I guess Qui Gon's line about being in the present applies too.
18. What is your favorite piece of Star Wars merchandise that you own?
Oof I can't narrow that down to one. So it's gonna be the Ahsoka doll you gave me 😘 also the Savi's lightsaber I made. My Lego collection is huge but I have a soft spot for the Tie Fighter and Luke's Landspeeder cuz they were what got me back into Lego since my childhood.
Literally any Lego clone minifigure.
20. Please describe in as much detail as possible the signature scent of Ewan McGregor and/or Obi-Wan. (Are they different? Probably)
Omg, really making me think like a straight woman eh? 🤣 Idk or care what Ewan smells like even though cool dude. Obi Wan... hmmm....
Tea leaves and really faint raspberry. Why? Cuz the nerd eats them off the Jedi Temple gardens. Just seems like a raspberry guy to me. His robes are always clean so probably fresh laundry. His hair smells like puppy breath idk.
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internalsealpanic · 3 years
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Love Through the Ages (Jason Todd)
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Summary:  Love like baggage needs to be declared.
a/n: This is part three of a series that is a fic rec list disguised as a fic. For these fics, most of the characters will be speaking different languages, so unless specified otherwise assume that the characters are speaking in the first language I mention. They’re all vampires with centuries under their belt. Why wouldn’t I make them all polyglots.  Also, thank you to the proof reading gang for putting up with my shenanigans.  I will have links to the fics I recommend in the fic itself. ALSO, y'all can thank @littleredwing89 for the poem that comes up.
Warnings: Everyone is dramatic.
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You tap at your phone screen, planting seeds in a satisfyingly hypnotic rhythm, the sounds of the train vacillating in and out of your periphery. It was soothing having your own compartment, a little world you can isolate yourself in while you anxiously await for the inevitable. 
It wasn’t a secret that you found Gotham stressful. It was about as much a secret as Tony Stark’s civilian identity. You pulled your knees up to your chest at the thought. Big cities were stressful but Gotham was a different beast entirely. It was a writhing monster of steel and smoke. You wrinkle your nose deciding to sweep the thought away. 
Instead, you concentrate on your plants and your farm. You wince looking at your journal. It looks like you’d forgotten another quest. Pursing your lips, you decide to turn your phone off for a bit and pretend the NPCs can sort it out on their own as you look out the window. 
You lean against the wall, pressing your cheek to the cool window. You can’t help but smile to yourself thinking of a sea of black curly hair interrupted by a shock of white, sea green eye perpetually alight with mischief or intelligence (9 times out of 10, you really couldn’t tell which it was.), freckles like star map, and a mouth permanently set in a cocky grin. It’s hard not to smile like an idiot when thinking of Jason Todd.  
   Your skirt flutters in the wind as you dance your way through the crowd, bobbing up and down on your tiptoes over the sea of humans. Sometimes the smell of them still makes your mouth water but not now, not when the smell of Gotham is so pungent in the air. 
You see a gloved hand wave at you on the other side of the crowd. You pin your sunhat against your head as you rush through the crowd, your luggage dragging behind you.
Jason waves a two fingered salute at  you in front of a motorcycle, his foot clearly stomping a cigarette. You toss your hat to him. It flutters over the crowd. Jason catches it easily, putting it on his own head. 
"Hey Princess, welcome back." Jason greets, the syllables of your native French gliding off of his tongue so easily. Fighting down a blush, you swallow your own greeting. Jason would have been a great ambassador in a different life were he not inclined to murder someone with a desert spoon for being a jackass.
He offers his hat back to you, but you shake your head. "You might freckle too much in Gotham's sunny weather." He gives you a hearty chuckle keeping the hat on. 
"Missed you too, princess."
You roll your eyes. Pinching your nose, you look around. "You forgot to tell me to bring a gas mask."
"Every city smells like this."
"Darling, you've been in Gotham for too long."
"And you've been in your French villa for too long." Jason says, putting his sunglasses on you. You glare at him through them.
"First of all, it's a cottage."
Jason snorts, "As if that makes a difference. It's still in the idyllic French countryside, isn't it?"
"I-" 
"I rest my case."
You cross your arms. "You're welcome to visit, you know?" It was a hopeful suggestion at best. 
"We both know the quiet will drive me crazy."
"I said visit," you say, "besides, I think the train ride alone would drive you up the wall." You remember how Jason is with tight spaces.
"Not with you there." Jason winks.
Your heart presses a bruise into your throat and you hate Jason Peter Todd all over again. 
"Ah yes, you plan on driving me mad. Evil. Truly evil of you." You say, grinning back at him. 
"Here's a wild idea, how bout we just not listen to Roy? How does that sound?" Jason gently suggests, handing you your offensively pink cup of caffeinated goop. Jason can smell the sickening amount of sweeteners added. He might gag. 
"Nope," you say, smiling at him as you slurp your ooze. Jason's stomach rolls. Alfred would have an aneurysm. "He was even nice enough to get us both tickets." You hand him one, fingers brushing against his. They felt calloused as they always did. Jason suppresses any oncoming reaction.
He instead turns his attention to the ticket in his hands. Love Through the Ages: Gotham Museum Exhibition on expressions of love. Jason runs through the numbers. "These are $59 each."
"So sweet of him, isn't it?" You chirp adorably.
Jason makes a mental note to kill both of you. "You're only going along with this cus you want to watch me suffer." Jason says, slumping his chair. His foot kicks out to tap your foot. 
"I'm doing it affectionately," you say, tapping his foot with yours. "Besides, it's a universal pass time at this point." You swirl your drink and grin at him. It was your real grin, all bright and eager and stupidly sweet. Something in Jason's chest twists. It's always hard to breathe when you smile at him but really Jason would rather all the oxygen in the atmosphere be burned up than see your smile disappear. 
He sounds dramatic and he knows that but still he knows it's true.
"C'mon Jay, it'll be fun."
Shoulders slouched, Jason smiles at you indulgently. "Fun for who?"
"Mainly me but you can have fun too."
"You are so lucky you're adorable when you're being evil."
Your smile brightens and with a tap of his foot against yours, he thinks he'll survive whatever Roy has in store for him.
You and Jason have been walking around the museum for quite a bit with Jason's arm wrapped tightly around your shoulders and homicide radiating off of him every time someone even looks at you funny. He'd said that the arm slung around your shoulder was so that you wouldn't get lost. As for the homicide,  he elected to ignore the question entirely. 
You flush as Jason quotes another line from 'Master Valentine' back to you. You definitely regret letting him house sit. You regret even more not hiding your books. You squirm as Jason whispers the quote in your ear in a husky drawl. The erotica in the book is amazing and you're normally comfortable with talking to Jason about everything, but this- this was just cruel and unusual punishment. It's what you get for trying to make him suffer.
All the pet names he murmured in your ear crawled up your spine. You shove his face away hiding your own in your sleeve. He laughs into your hand enjoying your sudden bout of shyness.
Jason mumbles a half-hearted apology into your hand, pressing a soft kiss into your palm. You lower your head. You're still clearly avoiding his gaze but you let him press you to his side. Jason Todd is an asshole.
You point to a pair of ice skates so well worn and well loved that you almost miss the little penguins stitched on the side. "Love on the ice? That's so cute!"
Jason glances at them with mild interest. "Sounds like hypothermia." He says, shrugging. 
Swatting at his chest, you pout at him. He rolls his eyes nudging your shoulder with his. You scowl at him and stick your tongue out. Jason leans down, unable to stop the urge to press a kiss to your brow. You scowl even harder. 
"Admit it, doll. The whole exhibition is just Dickie's favorite fanfiction tropes."
"Professor Todd, be a dear and enlighten my troglodyte ass."
He snorts, "Princess, if I was a professor we both know I'd have the highest attendance rate."
"And the highest failure rate." You say cocking a brow. 
"Probably."
"You're terribly humble today."
"I just know I look good."
No, you don't, you think. You shake your head. "That explains the leather jacket."
"You love my leather jacket."
"Well, Biscuit certainly loved your previous one."
Jason wrinkled his nose thinking of the yellow disaster. "That dog was a menace."
"She is the sweetest creature on earth."
"She destroyed my jacket and ate my wallet AND phone."
"I never said she was smart... wait, we're getting off topic."
Jason narrows his eyes at you then points to a crown. It was an intricate lattice of silvers and golds with diamonds that glittered like starlight. "Royal AU," he says simply, "go on read the description."
"A prince and a princess from rival nations are bound by a marriage of convenience. Through a series of missteps. They fell for each other.... that one was pretty easy. Do it again."
He points to a blue feather. "Mythology AU."
You arch a brow at him. He waves at it, urging you to read. "A god descended to earth to be with his mortal lover only for him to lose his memories of her." The feather's glow is incandescent. You can feel the power radiating off of it, a sure sign of divinity.
Once, you would have brushed it off as mere story. You've spent more than twice your lifetime now dipped into the world of myths. You glance at Jason.  Simple divinity no longer fazes you.
"See?"
"I- Nope."
"You're just being stubborn."
"Would you have been my friend if I wasn't?" Would you have saved me if I wasn't?
You think Jason hears your unspoken question when he frowns. Instead, he turns on his heel to face the other direction. He points to a bouquet of wilted roses tied together by a green ribbon. They still smell of blood and something you couldn't identify.  Your eyes drift down curious. Your eyes trace over the words feeling your stomach tumble.
"Gruesome." Jason vocalizes inanely. He hooks his head on the crown of your head, neatly slotting your body under his. You're safe, surrounded by walls of muscle. The crease in your brow softens. You would think that Jason would be less protective after you'd turned but now that you were a vampire, he was somehow even more protective. Roy always joked you only got Biscuit and your other dogs as lap dogs because you already had Jason. He may not have been too off on his guess.
"This should be in a horror exhibit," you say leaning into Jason's chest, "kind of reminds me of you though." You tilt your head up grinning at him. 
"If you make a joke about me being jack the ripper again, I swear I'll-"
"-Bury me alive 6 feet under concrete with a recording of Roy singing Auld Lang Syne in a terrible British accent. Got it. What I meant was... you're just as protective as the man in the story." You say, smiling at him. 
For good reason, Jason thinks. 
Jason buries half of his face in your hair, hiding his answering smile. You smell like sugar and cinnamon. It's a familiar combination of smells that puts him at ease despite the atrocious amount of people in the museum.
You point to another artifact, afraid that you'd accidentally picked at an old wound. 
"Star-crossed lovers." He mumbles into your hair. 
"Bullshit!"
"Read it and weep, doll."
You read the plaque and the words 'meet' and 'different world' assault your eyes. You scowl at him. "Fuck you."
The grin on Jason's face is genuine. It makes something in your veins sing knowing how much fun he's having. 
Your face softens. "You really love this romance stuff, huh?"
Jason narrows his eyes at you.
"You were the one bawling your eyes out when we binged Spaces Between Us. Who the hell cries during erotica?"
"IT'S TRUE LOVE AND YOU KNOW IT IN YOUR SOUL," you protest, pounding your fist against his chest,"besides, you're the one who was crying nonstop when we watched the IDHY duology."
"I was crying because they were accurate book adaptations."
You blink at him confused. "There's a book?"
"Yes, you illiterate heathen."
"You sound like a conquistador."
“....”
"At least they got their happy ending." You say, changing the subject.  
"That's true."
"Still better than Titanic."
He furrows his brow at you. "What's wrong with the Titanic?"
"First of all," You pitch your shoulders like you're about to give him a lecture, "That was 3 hours of my life wasted on a shitty movie. It wasn't even that accurate."
"Princess, not everyone can survive the Arctic."
"And second, the most romantic scene in that romantic movie was the old couple staying together as they sank."
Jason laughs, a deep rumbling sound. It scrambles your brain, almost dissolving your annoyance until he opens his mouth again. "You sound like Damian."
"Jason Peter Todd, take that back." You screech, swiping at him. 
He jumps back, his laughter still echoing. "Stop sounding like the demon brat first."
You run after him, telegraphing your murderous intent. Jason walks away faster, sticking his tongue out at you. Your growl and claw at the air. You screech obscenities as Jason continues to evade you. He is having way too much fun with this. 
You chase Jason around the exhibition for a solid half hour before you come to a skittering halt.
Your eyes land on a vermillion book, leather bound and carefully crafted by skilled hands. You step closer to admire the swirling, arabesque patterns lining the leather. No title is embossed on the front.  It's thick. You would wager it was at least 400 pages.
Your eyes drift down even further, finding a  familiar scrawl. Below the book were photocopies of some of the pages. Pablo Neruda's 'If You Forget me', Beethoven's 'Immortal beloved', Ibn Hazm's 'My Heart', and a bunch of other poets you didn't know but recognized as ...
"Jason these are your favorites."
"What?" He says, walking over to you cautiously.
You look back down at the pages and your eyes catch on the one in the middle. From the numbering, it was the last.
Love is such a hard thing to define,
I don’t know if I could ever find,
The words to truly express the complexity of such an emotion.
It is an emotion felt in the heart,
Long before it makes sense to the mind,
illusive and uncertain until suddenly it just clicks.
Like so many things in this world,
we tend to know it when we see it in others,
even if we can’t be sure of it ourselves.
I think I’ve always known how much I love you,
When I look at you, 
I see everything I’ve ever wanted.
When I look at you,
I see nothing else but your perfect beauty.
Inside and out.
I'm not a poet, (Y/n), but I will tell you anyway I can how much I love you.
-Jason Peter Todd
Jason is a stone next to you.
His mouth is filled with sand as he looks at the far too familiar handwriting. He knew. He knew the moment he saw the red book what it was. Hell, the moment you told Jason it was Roy who told you to go to the museum, he knew what it was. God, why can't he just turn to ash. 
Jason can't make himself turn to you. He can't bear to see what ever disgusted expression you make. He just can't. 
He feels a tug on his sleeve. He doesn't move. He  feels another tug, this time harder. When he doesn't respond the second time, you lace your fingers in his and spin him around. 
You squish his cheeks in your hands. "Jason, you actual sap." You say. You look like you're glowing. You beam at him, all toothy and scrunched faced. Jason's lungs stop working again. His mind can't process what you're saying. All Jason knows is that something warm is crowding his chest, pushing everything else out.
"Wha?"
"Jason, you absolute dork!" You repeat, unfazed by his temporary bout of insanity.
Jason is blushing, looking like a strawberry with his freckles. Jason is more adorable than anyone has any right to be. But that's ok. That's perfectly ok cus he's yours.
In a moment of uncontained affection, you pull Jason to you, pressing a kiss against his lips. It's soft and earnest and exciting. It was a kiss Jason spent lifetimes dreaming about. It was you and completely you.
"Jay, they're beautiful." You say in a breathless laugh. 
Jason looked down at his feet. "I-" was never planning on giving it to you, he thinks. Because, why would you ever love someone like Jason? Especially, after what he'd done to you. 
As if reading his mind, you press your forehead against his. "I love you too, Jay, and you can't argue me out of it. Sorry bud, you're stuck with me."
Jason can't help the smile as it curls on his lips.
He's happy. He's so stupidly happy and he blames you.
"Plus, I already knew."
"Why didn't you say it first?" He asks, his fingers brushing against his tingling lips. 
"Cus," you say, pirouetting away from him, "you wouldn't believe me if I did."
"How-"
You put your hand up. "Trust me, Jay. I've tried before." You tilt your head back looking up at the sky light. The curtain of light fell on you like a spotlight highlighting everything ethereal about you. "Remember in Milan? When I told you I cared about you and you told me I didn't."
Jason remembered that. He was angrier back then. He snarled that to you like some wild animal and threatened to throw you out on your ass if you ever so much as spoke a word of that nonsense again. It was the first time he'd seen you look hurt. You face was wide open with shock.  Jason felt something in his chest tear at that look. He stormed off, leaving you in that room. 
When he came back, you offered him warm tea and a smile. You were quiet, inconsolably quiet.
It didn't…
He didn't…
It didn't occur to him that look in your eyes was heartbreak.
Jason curses under his breath.
You chortle at him, the mirth in your eyes incandescent.
"Yeah. Exactly." You say, clasping your hands behind your back. Jason would like to be buried six feet under with the only words carved into his gravestone 'I am so sorry (Y/n)'.
You snick seeing the look in his eyes. "Or that time in Paris. The one in the little patisserie when I told you in perfect Catalan that you meant more to me than anything else and do you remember what you told me?"
"I told you you were possessed." Jason's shoulders slump. "Please tell me you don't have a third example."
You smile at him pityingly. "I don't-"
"OH THANK FU-"
"I have 50. Well, 51 but the last one didn't count since I was joking that time."
In Jason's mind, his jaw hits the obsidian floor with an audible 'plop'. It would be loud enough that the entire museum would hear it were it real. He blinks at you. "You tried more than 10 times?"
"I was encouraged." You say shrugging.
"Of course, you were," he grumbles and you laugh. Jason's heart skips a beat but he pushes past the feeling in favor of pleading with you. "Please don't list them."
"Oh, I'm not." You hum. 
Jason sighs with relief. 
"I'm gonna leave that to Roy."
"Son of a- He knows?"
You look over your shoulder. "Yeah. Who do you think I complain to?"
"Who else knows?" He asks, trailing behind you as you walk to .... Jason doesn't know at this point and he doubts you do too. 
"Oh just your family."
"I'm surprised they haven't given me shit about it."
"Oh I bullied them into not doing it."
"Impressive." He whistles and you preen. 
"Always," you say smugly. You begin to walk a bit faster, craning your neck. "Now, let's go find out if Dickie installed that bakery I asked for." 
"That's what you're after?" Jason laughs.
"It's a noble goal." You protest. 
"You don't even need to feed."
"I need to feed my inner sweets monster. She's very fussy and is demanding crepes specifically."
Jason smiles softly at you, amused that of all the human traits you could have retained after being turned was a sweet tooth.
"Sorry to tell you doll face, Dickie still hasn't done it."
You look aghast like he'd slapped you in the face with a large baguette. 
"What?!"
"He hasn't put in your suggestion from 10 years ago."
"Where am I supposed to get my fix?"
"Are we still talking about sweets or have you moved on to cocaine?"
"Dunno, have you tried snorting sugar?"
"No. Why- Have you?"
"...my lawyer advised against answering this question."
Jason cackles. "How am I the stupid one?"
"I-" Your scowl turns sickeningly sweet. "Yanno, the third time I tried was when-"
"OK. Stop." Jason's face lights up again. "I give." 
"Pfff." You smile, looking far too pleased with yourself.
Jason straightens up, something sly passing through his eyes. You stop. The look in his eyes makes you nervous. 
"I think I know where you can get something sweet."
You swallow nervously.
Jason leans in. He’s so close to you. You can feel his breath brush against your lips. Nothing else around you seems to exist at the moment. 
You lean in to kiss him but you freeze when you register his voice. 
“I’m taking you downtown. There’s a new bakery there and I heard the crepes were to die for.” He chuckles, turning to walk towards the exit. 
“What the hell?!” You call out falling into step with him. 
He grins down at you, arms folded behind his head. “Something wrong, princess?”
Heat rises in your cheeks and elbow him in the side. 
“I want to take you on a proper date and I sure as hell am not starting here.” He says, rubbing his side and conspicuously not looking at you.  There’s a dust of peach on his face. Your anger fades away. It gives way to a fluttering in your chest. 
“Where?”
He looks at you then, brow furrowed. 
“Why don’t I take you to the fair, princess? There’s plenty of sweet treats there that’ll tickle your fancy.”
Your mouth waters when you think about all the cotton candy they have. 
“I heard there’s a kissing booth too, so if you’re lucky,” Jason continues, winking at you. Predictably, you blanch at him. You knock your knuckles against his chest. Jason chuckles, rubbing his chest. “Sorry princess, I mean if I’m lucky enough to get a kiss from you.”
The temerity. 
The gall. 
“As long as you get me something sweet.” You huff, exiting the building. 
Jason stops on the steps, turning to you with a sly smile. Crossing your arms, you pause bracing for whatever trick is up his sleeve. Jason tilts his head. He says something but the little noises of the city make the words hard to discern. You lean closer to hear him better. Jason steps closer to close the distance, his lips warm against yours. You’re stunned. Your entire body divided on how to react, some parts stiffen while others turn to jelly. 
He pulls away, wolfish grin unwavering. "That sweet enough for you sweetheart?"
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drethanramslay · 4 years
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A funny thing called Fate: Chapter 1
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Pairing: Bryce X MC (Aisha Khurrana)
Word count: 2.6K words
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Warning: None really, just some cursing
Author's note: Hello!! I am back with the first chapter of "A funny thing called Fate" and this time this is in Bryce's POV
Like I said last time, there would be time jumps so you will be seeing both- 16 year old Bryce and present day Bryce
Just a word of caution, 16 year old Bryce (according to me) is your typical bad boy who is a jerk and upholds his reputation and prestige as the most important priorities
I decided to take part in @choicesseptemberchallenge20​ the prompt being- LOST
Also decided to take part in @choicesweeklychallenge​ the prompt being "I just... don't know. Honestly."
Both of them will be in bold
TERMS THAT YOU NEED TO KNOW:
-> kanilehua: Motherfucker (I literally googled curse words in Hawaiian language so please forgive me if they are wrong 🤧)
-> okole: Butt/ Ass
-> budhiya: old woman in Hindi
Forgive me if I make any mistakes
10 years ago- Bryce's POV
"Aloha!!" Bryce's cheerful voice ran clear through the hallways as he approached his teammates, instantly capturing the attention of the people.
"Hey Bryce, my man." Jason, his best friend stepped forward and did a complicated handshake with him before patting his back.
"How was the summer?" Kai, his other best friend spoke up as he leaned against the lockers, his dark hair falling on his eyes.
"You know the usual. Practice and stuff. My parents did take us to Australia. The waves there are sweet." Bryce whistled lowly, remembering how he spent numerous days surfing at sea.
"What a lucky bastard. Do you think your parents would adopt me?" Jason asked causing Kai to chuckle.
At this point, they would want anyone but me as their son. A dark look passed on his face but he hid it behind the over cheerful and happy go lucky mask.
"So, what's up with you guys?!" He asked, smoothly changing the topic.
Jason began. "Well I for one, had a fun summer hanging out at the beach, enjoying the sun-"
"-having flings left, right, centre." Kai completed the sentence, snickering.
"As if you weren't the one who fooled around more. You broke so many hearts, Kai!!" Jason rolled his eyes.
"But I finally settled down, unlike your unsettled ass." Kai exclaimed.
"50 bucks you will break up with him in ten days." Kai narrowed his green eyes and smacked the back of Jason’s head. 
"Wow, seems like I have some catching up to do." Bryce smirked.
Kai turned towards Bryce, suddenly serious. "Glad you brought it up. We have a proposition for you."
Bryce incredulously raised his eyebrow.
"Your two o'clock. Short brunette with glasses. Don't be too obvious."
Bryce ran his hand through his long hair and his amber eyes fell on the girl.
He leaned against the locker near Jason.
"What's her deal?"
"Apparently, she joined the school last year and has been on the low. Keeps to herself, certified nerd, teacher's pet and super uptight."
Bryce eyed her and he recognized that she was in his chemistry class last year.
Aisha Khurrana.
"Wait... That's Aisha. She was in my chemistry class last year. Introverted and quiet."
Jason did a double-take. "Wait really? Well, that makes it easier for us."
"Good. I will make y'all talk to her-"
Kai stopped him midway. "Woah, woah, woah. We don't want to interact with her. You are the one doing this."
"Will one of you kanilehua tell me what the fuck is going on?" Bryce asked, getting annoyed.
"After the legendary prank Ano pulled last year, it's time we step up. So while you were tanning your okole in Australia, Jason and I were brainstorming to come up with a better idea."
Jason continued. "So we decided that you could get her fall in love with you before the finals and boom! We could pull the prank on prom."
Bryce's eyed widened. "Woah, don't you think that's extreme?"
Kai rolled his eyes. "Please, Ano humiliated a teacher and exposed that he was having an affair with a junior. I don't think it's that extreme."
"What is this prank you have planned on prom?"
Jason waved his hand. "We haven't worked out the details but we have the entire year to do that. You on the other hand... Are running out of time."
Bryce's eyebrows furrowed. "And why can't either of you take this up?"
"Because Kai here is surprisingly getting cosy with Kaeo the jock from Sunset High while I am on the principal's radar for the shit I did last year. I am this close to getting expelled." Jason enunciated his point by touching his pointer finger and thumb.
"Jas... you're touching your fingers."
"Exactly."  
"So will you take one for the team?”
Bryce sighed. "I just... don't know. Honestly." 
“Bro, this could literally make or break our popularity bro. You don't want to be the laughing stock of the school, do you?" They asked with puppy eyes.
The peer pressure and the need to uphold his reputation as the golden boy made him raise his hands in defeat. His eyes glanced at the losers down the hall, who people were blatantly ignoring.
Definitely don't want to fall in that category.
"Fine. I will do it. But you will owe me."
"That's our boy." The boys whooped as they clapped his back.
Bryce's eyes wandered to his new target, finding her brown eyes staring right back at him. The flecks of hazel shone with curiosity but her face was impassive as if she didn't want to let anyone in.
Well, this is going to be an interesting year, Aisha Khurrana. Bryce thought to himself.
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PRESENT
When Bryce woke up this morning, he didn't think his day would turn out this way.
Who would have fucking thought that the one girl you could never get over shows up at the hospital you are a surgical intern at?
Not me.
He was looking forward to this fresh start. A new city where no one knew who he was and he hoped it stayed that way. To hone his craft and become one of the best surgeons in the country. Anything to get rid of the stains on his name.
After Aisha left at the beginning of Junior year of high school, things were hard. Not that anyone was going to believe him but he actually loved her and no matter how many people he hooked up with, no matter how much he drank himself to oblivion, there was just no getting over her.
He often wondered- no believed that he had lost his one shot at love.
You only get one great love and of course, I had to blow it up, and for what? Popularity? Reputation? That already went down the drain because of my beloved dad.
When he finally got his head in the game and things were bearable, the scandal happened towards the end of the Senior year. Sure, he could hide face during the summers, lounging in his gaudy compound. But he could hear the occasional shouts and protests out of the gates of his home, reminding him that he couldn't escape the truth.
To distract himself from his dad going to trial, his mom selling out to the feds and his baby sister crying from the stress, he dove right into his studies, hoping to score well in his SATs so that he could get away from Maui.
But there was still one year of high school left, and that was fucking awful. He was relentlessly bullied at every turn of the corridor, got the stink eye from the teachers and people jumped away from him as if he was a social pariah.
Technically, I was.  
Though his parents were very tight-lipped about the details of the case, it wasn't that hard to get to know more from the internet. And the fact that the people in his school always made it a point to remind him.
Aisha's dad was one of the people who worked for the company that got screwed over by his dad.
Bryce had given up after all these years that he will ever find her again. He often wondered what would he do if he were to meet her again. The apologies he would say and the monologue on how ‘he was never the same after she left’ had been practised over and over again.
But right there she was, half-naked in front of him, completely at the loss of words. His eyes wandered, making sure if it was the same girl from tenth grade. There was a nose piercing and he saw a little ink near a hip.
"Aisha?" He repeated, completely shocked, his jaw dropped. Never in his entire life has he felt the loss of words.
They stared into each other's eyes, chocolate brown eyes meeting his amber ones, completely lost.
But that moment didn't last for long because Jackie shutting the locker made them realize that this was indeed reality.
Aisha managed to snap out of her reverie. "Oh my fucking god, I don't have time for this shit." She rapidly threw on her fresh sets of scrubs and slammed her locker before making a move.
Bryce stepped in her path, blocking her. "What are you doing here?!"
Her eyes snapped up to meet his, the familiar fire and hatred flooding in those brown orbs. "Well, I could ask you the same thing Mr. I-will-become-a-lawyer. Now out of my way, I'm getting late for the orientation." Though she was short (5 feet 3 inches to be precise), she still managed to slam her shoulder against his chest and walk away.
"Oh My God!!" Jackie's voice resounded after a few quiet moments.
"Put a cap on it nose wipe." He muttered as he rubbed the area where Aisha slammed against him.
"I didn't say anything."
"Yeah but that expression says it all." He rolled his eyes as put his stethoscope into his breast pocket.
"But, for real. Who is she?" Jackie asked, inquisitiveness laced in her voice.
Bryce flicked her nose. "I found your nose in my business, why don't you take it right out?"
"Ugh. Fine. Keep your secrets. C'mon, let us get to the orientation before it gets over."
"Yap. Right behind you."  The duo headed towards the main atrium and made their way towards the front so that they could hear the hospital chief. The rest of the interns were already gathered in front of the stairs upon which an impressive, statuesque woman stood and spoke.
That is Dr Harper Emery!! Bryce thought to himself, as the very thought of standing in the very same room as his inspiration made him giddy. He turned to talk but the excitement instantly vanished because thanks to his amazing luck, he ended up standing right next to Aisha.
The universe, what games are you playing against me? Bryce let out a sigh which caught Aisha's attention. She just gave an annoying glance and stared up, as if to ask why was this happening to her.
Both of them turned away from each other and focused on what Dr Emery was saying. "... because as of today, you are no longer students, You are doctors."
Aisha turned towards Jackie and whispered. "Psst. Who is that?"
Jackie whipped her head towards Aisha's short build. "I don't know if you are joking or are serious."
Aisha's ears getting red was the only confirmation Jackie needed. Her jaw dropped and she was physically incapacitated, unable to speak before she finally managed to string together words.
"Seriously? Did you learn medicine in the woods or something?"
Aisha's eyes narrowed and Bryce just knew that if he didn't intervene Aisha would absolutely roast Jackie and her lineage.
So, in a low voice, he spoke up. "That's Harper Emery, the hospital's new chief." A smile made his way on his face as he continued to talk about her. "She's a total badass! World-famous head of neurosurgery before she got promoted."
He turned towards Jackie, smirking. "Guess she's just a scalpel jockey too, huh?"
Giving a Cheshire grin she responded. "She's the only scalpel jockey who deserves rights."
Aisha gave a stiff nod before turning back towards the Chief.
Someone is definitely a ray of sunshine. Bryce thought to himself. His conscience promptly snarked. Bold of you to assume that this isn't your fault.
Brain... Stop. as he shook his head to shake off the guilt that slowly swirled in his chest.
"More will be demanded of you that you've ever experienced. Some of you will buckle under the pressure. Some of you will quit. But some... some of you will thrive."
"Damn... She is so inspiring... I feel like I can do anything." Aisha whispered, her brown eyes sparkling with admiration.
"Well then, can I inspire you to pipe down? I'm trying to listen."
"Can I inspire you to get your ears checked, budhiya?" Jackie looked offended but you could see the glint of amusement and respect in her eyes.
"Girls, can this fight wait until after the speech?" Bryce muttered.
"This is not fighting. This is us bonding scalpel jockey. Get on the same page." Jackie whispered causing Aisha to smirk.
"I give up. But please for the love of everything good can we keep it on the low." He shot a pleading look and they managed to shut up.
"You've been entrusted with a sacred duty: the care and wellbeing of every man, woman and child who enters this hospital. Are you ready?"
The interns promptly burst into applause and they look around, sharing excited smiles with their new colleagues.
Harper Emery raised her hand, to silence the applause. "You'll be introduced to your senior residents tomorrow but for now, you'll be partnering up for your first patients. Your assignments are posted on the board. Good luck, doctors!!"
Bryce swaggered up to his board and searched for his name and found out that he was paired with a Samantha.
Wait for a second... that name sounds fami-
"You?" He swirled around towards the feminine sound and as soon as his eyes landed on her, the memories hit him.
Him running his hands through her hair whilst they kissed passionately against the door of her apartment. Her running her hands down his abs and pulling him by the loops of his belt. Both of them lost in the sensation of each other and Bryce still had the scratch marks on his back to remind him of the amazing night they had the previous day.
"Sam? I didn't know you worked here!!"
"Well fate is a funny thing, isn't it? So apparently we are partners?"
"Yap and we need to take our cases from the residents and be on our way. Are you ready?" Bryce asked, a smirk playing on his lips.
"I was born ready baby." Sam winked as she started pushing her way through the throng of interns and Bryce followed suit.
When they finally were free, Jackie showed up next to him followed by Aisha and another girl who had a striking resemblance to Chief Emery.
"See you later meathead."
"Try not to miss me too much." He winked before glancing towards Aisha. Their eyes met and she immediately looked the other way, chatting with her partner.
"It's a beautiful day to save lives. Let's have some fun, shall we?" Sam asked her eyes twinkling which just made Bryce smile.
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It was going good so far. He had been allotted two cases that day. One with a routine appendectomy and the second one being a benign tumour removal from the right lung. With a cool, calm collected mind, the two of them diagnosed the patients, raising eyebrows.
"Dr Lahela, what is the treatment plan?" Dr Tanaka, the head of cardiovascular surgery asked.
"Well we are administering her with tumour shrinking drugs like bromocriptine so that we could decrease the size and then after a couple of days we will take her for surgery."
Dr Tanaka gave a nod of appreciation. Sam turned and held the young patient's hand. "Miss, you are in good hands and if you have any more questions you can always ask for us."
"Thank you so much, Dr Anderson."
They stepped out of the room and Bryce shut the door behind them.
"Keep an eye on her and do checks every four hours. Good job." Dr Tanaka turned on his heels and only when he was out of earshot Sam fist-bumped Bryce.
"The surgical society is back at it again."
"God Sam that was awful." He groaned as he pulled his pen out to sign the charts.
"Well, that just means I need to keep thinking of names for the dynamic duo. See you later byeee."
He shook his head and gave the charts to the nurses' station before whistling down the confusing corridors of Edenbrook when suddenly he heard a thud sound from the nearby supply closet.
Must be a doctor who is not having a good day.
He stopped before the door, contemplating whether he should enter or leave but his instinct to help overpowered and he cracked open the door to see Aisha leaning heavily against the racks, her back towards him. Her shoulders were shaking and he could hear her heavy breathing.
He was about to leave unnoticed when Aisha’s voice wafted over to him. “get in or get out. Don’t hold it open.” She glanced towards the door and Bryce knew that he could kiss his unnoticed exit goodbye.
Oh boy. 
Oh? so we have a new character 👀 And um that really wasn't the reunion Bryce was looking forward to lol
And now the supply closet yikes yikes yikes okay now i will shut up heheheh
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because tumblr is the way that it is i have no idea what you have/nt seen?? so i guess here’s just all the recent TUA-related shit ;snklfd @hellomyguru
it sure would be nice of them to notify people about notifications wouldn’t it??
my tags on this post:: #y e s #okay like i love the lil klaus they gave us #for sure#but klaus has curls?? and bby didnt really?? and like it makes sense bc considering reginald's.. everything.. he would have done whatever he#could to tame them / keep them under control yknow?? he doesnt like different and he doesnt like things that arent prim and proper#which is what he'd consider curls to NOT be#esp. with how wild those curls woulda been like#and i mean i know adult klaus's hair was more mess & not really curly but towards the end of the season you could def see his hair rebelling#so #anyway #here's wonderwall 
my tags on this post::   #klaus and dave#even if you play it with dave being 30 too instead of 40 this is still fucking funny#i can imagine this interaction perfectly and it kills me sfhkdjccj
a post on my change in how i tag my original TUA posts
a question you asked that i answered
a post on klaus, reginald, and medicine
a shitpost about dave
my reply to a reply on my broken jaw post
my reply to your reply on my broken jaw post
my tags on this post:: #does klaus know what he threw out tho?? like he barely glanced at the stuff he pulled out of the box before throwing it away#he clearly thought that whatever it was wasnt important - i mean he also wouldnt have cared bc gotta get them drugs baby but still#and at what point would he have told five that he threw out some of their dads shit?? like.. at which interaction would that have made sense#the dumpster?? not really. five immediately declares he doesn't care what klaus is doing and then klaus is distracted by the opportunity to#get some money in an easier way than normal and then he bit into a dumpster bagel and five was leaving. he left.#OH and now that im thinking more about it - klaus refers to the stuff from the box as 'priceless crap' / 'priceless shit' so there's a#chance he A. really didnt pay attention to what he was throwing away - which makes sense considering his desperation#or B. he forgot. drugs arent known for being great for your memory and then a lot of shit went down really fast so..#the lab?? also wouldnt have made sense for a few reasons but mostly bc at no point did they talk about anything other than fake eyes and#relationships. during the family meeting that five appears in the middle of?? maybe. but five had a very narrow focus and the others#talked a lot and over each other and the whole time klaus is off to the side sick - very clearly having a hard time focusing and staying#upright and again - a lot has fucking happened - so there's no way he would've even considered the papers from 10 months ago as being#relevant. IF he remembered them at all.#oh and then he didnt even really acknowledge the apocalypse thing until episode 6 and he spent all of episode 4 being tortured#and he came back and spent episode 5 just trying to adjust to being back - having just lost dave and left a warzone - and he just.. has his#grief to deal with so nothing else is even on his radar#what im saying is#there's a lot going on and there never would've been a time to bring it up even if he did know/remember what he threw away#in my big dumb pan opinion#i know this post isnt that serious but i read it and had to word vomit#anyway #sgkskccj #carry on y'all
my tags on this post::   #oh shit fuck!!! this!!!!!! im always here for emotions and powers being tied - ESPECIALLY when people dont know it#including the person who has the powers like... everyone being oblivious fucks#which is kind of why i agree with and support klaus's powers being tied to his emotions. 1. people just out here being completely oblivious#and ignorant towards klaus and everything related to him and 2. klaus being just as oblivious like.. between over half a lifetime of#substance abuse and addiction?? that happened in the first place bc klaus was terrified of and hated his powers?? there is so much that he#can do. i personally believe he's incredibly powerful and the longer he stays sober the more everybody is gonna see that#and none of them will expect it. tbh also?? i firmly believe - despite his alien status and knowing things - that not even reginald#had any fucking idea. bc i mean he clearly had no real idea of how klaus's powers worked. his training decisions proved that. his#experiments proved that. is there anything in canon to support any of this hc - you ask - why yes. yes there is. in my opinion of course. i#know not everyone sees things the same way. but 1. klaus returning from vietnam. he beat up the suitcase p well but while it sparks?thats it#and throwing it isnt - on its own - going to make it explode. thats just not believable. its a time traveling briefcase. that shits STURDY#and if im remembering right - it didnt explode right away. it didnt happen until klaus screamed and i dont think thats a coincidence#he does have telekinesis after all. and 2. making ben corporeal in the last episode. that did not seem like a conscious decision. he ran#into that room. got shot sat. ducked. and then suddenly he has glowing hands and bentacles was seen by all. it all happened in a matter of#seconds and it would've freaked anyone out but with his powers klaus wanted ben there - he wanted ben to help - even if he didnt know it#himself. in one second he had elevated emotions - elevated anxiety and possibly fear and he wanted to do something just.. ANYTHING. he#wanted to not die and he wanted his siblings to not die and he wanted to help but he alone couldnt and ben is his closest#brother - sorry not sorry - and then also sorry not sorry but ptsd?? from vietnam and guns?? yeah. so everything just.. fell together and#it triggered his powers. and i can see that happening a lot. he's having a hard day and he can see dave and talk to him but he#cant be held by him and it just makes everything worse and suddenly dave is THERE there and klaus doesnt know how he did it but w.e#he's just so happy he did. and he accidentally conjures patch while he and diego are talking about her and diego thinks klaus did it on#purpose. to hurt him? idk. but he's pissed and klaus is just confused - not really registering the heartache he had been feeling for diego#when she suddenly appeared. im leaving this with 2 examples only bc imma run outta tags otherwise fkdmdnd BUT give me klaus levitating for#the first time when he's sitting cross legged on the floor of the living room or standing idk but he's content and sleepy ans suddenly#there's confused voices and shouting and he opens his eyes to find he's in the same position but now he's five feet off the ground and#WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK yknow?? oooh and more on his telekinesis?? unintentionally launching shit at people when he gets pissed. luther takes a#little gardening shovl to the face. the others keep treating him like shit - like he hasnt changed - and he snaps during a meeting and a#vase JUST misses somebody's head or smth?? it would be great. and dont even get me started on the Not Fucking Dying aspect bc thats a whole#other rodeo. but even that.. i think its emotionally tied and how long he stays dead depends on how he felt when he died. he can control it#from the other side yknow?? anyway i def need to do an actual post on this i think later bc im outta tags lmao
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Yup.
You know, the vibes, hashtags and hot takes PI cars back in the building. Another week I'll bring you a whole fucking which a mental was good was going, nor was shaking on the line right now. Got my homie. Good, good content creator right here. This guy's got he's got all the hot takes. I want to.
I want. Welcome the homie Europe. You're awake. Also known as what is it, Frankie Diamond's TV.
Yeah, Frankie Diamond's TV. That's Frank G. Amongst my YouTube. Bet y'all. I'll say, what's up? I mean, nobody could really say was soft, but sounds like. You know, it's crazy. I'd just finished watching. I got the hookup, too. Really? Yeah. Well, let's jump right into the shits.
We should take our forty seven minutes. I can't get back from my last night.
You know what I've been noticing? Like you are wanted like cause I thought it was just me. But you're like one of the more critical commentators when it comes to black art. Well like you're very critical about it.
Yeah. Because I mean I support black businesses, but I think it's quality first. I mean, I'm not gonna. I'm all about entrepreneurship and black ownership, but we've got to have good quality, too. We can't just I'm not going to just support you because, you know, just because we the same skin color, we got to have equality. Got to be a point to write. Right.
I don't have Stockholm syndrome or whatever. But at the same time, because I got off Friday morning right now, still still good at a couple of checks and all that. You know, I'm a go to movies and check out guy.
I got to look up to what it was I selected.
It's you know, I just do us. Yeah. You know, they don't never put us out like the Avengers all over the place. So I was like, do I really want to pay twelve fifty to see. I got to look up to. And the first one was pretty shitty because I mean in 98 I was a kid, I thought it was good. But when you watch you watch is now 20 years later you might notice it's pretty spot. It's a shitty man.
It was so good comedy but it definitely was. It was it like up there? Hollywood like, come here.
The only thing about this one was the camera quality was better, right? Yeah. Masterpiece.
Got some money. I mean Romeo.
Yeah. Had a lot of cameos. Some of them was like real pointless. But I mean I checked it out. It's just I just was like, yo, I'm sorry, Percy. I just couldn't do it. No, no. Nobody is saying on the media's job. Will shoot. Right.
Magazines with their money put their money in the pockets of the people who created it. I haven't gone to see it because I don't.
I don't do movie theaters. Well, okay. I act like I'm a German phobe. And then ever since I saw the movie Outbreak, I've never wanted to go to a movie theater ever since. And so you'd be hard pressed to find me in a movie theater. Last movie, I think I went to see was the none this. Yeah, it is chick allowed to talk me into going to see this damn movie fucking waste of my time. Wow. Yeah. Much like a date, but masterpiece. When he was on a breakfast club speaking about this, he was saying how, you know, they do put black movies in select theaters, especially something of this magnitude. And then how?
The deal that they have is like you can stream it. So I think you can stream it on like you to ninety nine. Yeah. So as like it might be worth it to pay for me to pay that just to see it because I mean I do. Even if the movie is trash, I'll still put the money into the pockets of the black creators.
Well you put it like that because we all pay to see shitty white movies too. All right. You put it like that. But I mean, for me to go to a theater normally like about seeing The Avengers, like I'll be seeing some real blockbuster shit when I go to the movies.
I don't just go to see.
Or some shit is just to me is is meant to wait for TV. Netflix. One, two, three movies.
You just streaming online for free. Right. But a real. It was a real I mean it was it was I for what it was by me.
And I met Breakfast Club and it was really powerful. But to as. I thought he would do something more serious. I don't think he was requesting I got the hookup.
I don't know. As I was saying, he wanted that. I have no idea.
I mean, especially since the first see of reason. The first one was so dope, in my opinion, was because that was the boom of the cell phone era. So I get this. Cell phones weren't really out like that. Like that if you are a drug dealer. Right. You had to have some money to have a cell phone. And now that cell phones out like that is like I feel like they should have had another medium to work with. But, you know, they did what they did. I'm not. I'm not too critical on it myself.
I mean, I they did talk about gentrification, but I mean, he should have made some more serious.
But why hasn't a rapper with that kind of platform and profile and all of that make a movie about gentrification or talk about some real issues that's going on with black folks setting and just entertainment causes like a lot of us are obsessed, obsessed with escapism. Right now, we like to run away from our reality because it's so harsh. We want to deal with, you know, music and this and that and all this other.
Just why I'd be so hard on niggas like black celebrities like, yo, ya gotta get out of this escapism. The average kid can't be the next Jay-Z. Who doesn't? It's like Stephen a Smith. And I've always said he's a cone and all of this. But Stephen Smith made a cold about a month ago and it was really sad. You know, the average kid can be more like myself before he can be the next Jay-Z or the next Drake or the next Kobe Bryant. So, yeah, because not for nothing.
Kobe Bryant and Drake were more or less developed, I guess. Yes, they were kids like you will be. I'm sure his dad had him. Yeah, they would a ball as long as he could stand.
And oh, he played his dad play ball in the league. And then Kobe was when I was dad taught him first hand. He went to Italy. Right. He called basketball fucking prodigy. But I mean those are one in a million. Every kid on the court think they gonna be the next LeBron Kobe. But most likely they're not as he's being able to get back, stop training your kids just to be an entertainer.
Because I mean, even if you do get into the entertainment business, you can be in and out like you could be Trinidad James.
It don't last that long if everybody's so nice.
The shelf life for an artist or an actor is not like I mean, an actor can go a little longer than an actual music. Art is like a recording artist. You can get you can get about 10, 15 years time as an actor.
You can get about 20, 30.
I mean, look at look at the narrow and fucking Jack Nicholson and some of that, if you're right. Thank you for your resume. Niggas o niggas in the 80s. Right. It's crazy. But it's like I don't even see kids wanting to be doctors and lawyers and cops and shit no more. Everybody, you just want to be a rapper, a singer, a dancer, an actor, some kind of entertainment.
And I'm like, wow, because I'm flashing this day.
When I was a kid that we did a show and tell and all that niggas wanted to be regular, you know, careers. I'm like nobody said in the 90s when he was kid. I want to be a rapper.
Granted, there wasn't too there was like that one kid that always wanted to be a rabbit. It was always one or two.
Yeah. Yeah. Now you 30. Yeah.
Because the degree of difficulty is so low in hip hop right now. And I can't blame anybody for thinking make a rap because you turn on the radio or you go to the club after the shit is so trash and so watered down. That's why everybody thinks they can do it now. When I was growing up and I heard Nas and Biggie, I didn't think I could do that shit. They was doing this shit was impeccable.
Yeah, it was. It was a different time in and then the art was different now. You know, the art is just is instant. You know, like how everything else out here is instant. And the reason is like that is because what. How long does the album last these days? What was the last album that you played over?
I actually you know, to me, this first started a year. I thought 20, 19 was. Compared to last year, only albums are really fucked with this year for real. I like the babies album. Real bump in it. Yeah. Yeah, I do. I go online. Freddy gives a mad lib. I call that a masterpiece. I'm still playing that. That album is dope.
Jimmy. Jimmy. Jim Jones. SHAPIRO. I thought that fire.
I thought it was, too, but it didn't get as much replay, I guess, because replay value, I think really.
One week now. One week. Yeah. So what one would I.
So let's say let's judge these these albums we're talking about on replay value. So the replay value on what Freddie Gibbs and Mad lives that back then I could play that.
Oh yeah. That's just me personally. I just like the round. It's like production and I just I'm a fan of Freddie and. Now big trick. Put the album out last heard. That's pretty dope. I heard I couldn't get past the first nine tracks.
So how many tracks is on it?
It's like 18. And that's the one thing about you. I'm like, yo, put the replay value so low. Like Chris Brown put out an album two weeks ago. Got 30 tracks. I don't have tops at 30.
Sure. Don't say niggas a whole year to listen.
Exactly. You say you listen to this shit the whole day at work.
But you know, the baby album was just recently value on that because I've never listened to him. I heard him on a song on a radio. Yeah. What does that dad do? She'll get her that track. I was like, oh the nigga actually can read it if you like to me when I hear like a new artist today, I'm thinking all them niggas are like singing, rapping with the auto you like, and it's fucked up that I don't even give niggas the benefit of the doubt.
I'm the same way I did. I did a video on YouTube on a double excel freshman list and I should add on, maybe it was. How many of them was it like? Not. I might as shit shitted on six them and it was like, Oh, you got to check out Randy Rich. You got to check out Sierra Wag or you got to know. And I still haven't gotten around to it. But I mean, some people that try to tell you and sometimes you'll be surprised when these cats can read. Right. You know, I look at some of you know, when I look at that list, when it first came out, you had J.
Cole, Kindred, U.S. heavy hitters on that. I'm like, ls like Blue Face. Come on.
Oh, yeah. I know you think he gonna be around the way he's spending his money and the fact that he's with Birdman. I probably give him a year. Damn, he got two girlfriends. You know, so mean. Oh yeah. He definitely in need. Become another song that you can't that that lifestyle with two girls and that that the honesty is getting kind of old. So I mean I still kinda that she was all like after the first month that had no replay value.
Yeah. But do you go out to the clubs and shit like that. Nah man I'll just go to the clubs.
They still playing songs that songs that came out February March. So I'm still I still hear it every now and then.
But yeah I don't, I don't think I hate to be that negative and say so much so I gotta put this much time and that. But I don't think he's gonna be around 20 years from now.
Oh hell no. If you had to pick out of artists from this. The last 10 years. Who do you think should be around in 20 years?
Well, you make it as far as adding 10 onto what's going on right now or you talking 20, 30, something like 24.
Yeah. Add add 10 on to what's going on. Yeah. So right now.
See, the thing about that is I can say J. Cole, I can see Kendrick Agassi. But the way rap is, the older you get the day phase you out eventually.
I mean a over 35, 40 years old on the radio, unless it's like Z, obviously J got to you got the NSA in his back pocket and you think that's what's keeping him afloat?
Oh, hell yeah. Hell yeah. Know you've got Rick Ross. Rick Ross. Probably the only thing I could think of a 40 that still gets play. You know, long a string.
We've got to give it up to Ross though. Even though my folks don't want to give him is his.
Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah. But he knows a lot and Jay niggas hear the niggas got hear four beats. Yeah. And his flow is impeccable man.
He's nice. He's nice. I don't like him as a character. This is I kid and I've never denied it. But he's Molly the only person I could think of over 40 that you hear on the radio. So to answer your question, I don't know honestly, because what I want him to get a release date.
Finally, he's even teasing his name, calling it OK.
Go on, push it back to August. But I don't know, Mac, as they date this business, it's not designed for you to be in. It's a 20 year strong and still be relevant usually to people that are relevant to people who are doing movies, television. They had to move on to another outlet of entertainment because in hip hop, when you get like, look at Mickey.
Mickey is almost 40. They they think they done what they watched their as well.
You know, what was Nick Faldo? And I sat back and I watched the whole situation between her and and how that Remi shit and then her album and the Cardi shit played out. First of all, Nicki did in. She didn't embrace none of the younger artists. You know, I'm saying like Dre. He was known for that. Like the young nigga coming up. Even if even if we were like not him niggas is wack. Drake made it it hot trigger.
Why did he would ride the wave? Right. Right. But me goes with the head. How to song it to somebody you know who did that? Like who? Yeah.
You know who was famous for that before? Drake. Daisy. Yup. Maybe he will go down south. Get on the south niggas BS and we blow the shit hard. Yeah but if Jay wasn't on it niggas wasn't fucking with it.
Jay if you pay attention to his career, he stood next to whoever was hot, right. It's all career rather was Biggie DMX.
He did join us, but he did the juvenile ha remakes. He did.
He went on tour with City as because Hos wasn't dead.
He didn't let his ego get the best of you know, he did those kind of album, you know. I mean, he always did that. I think that was Cameron's downfall. Cam does hands. Mosquito Cam wouldn't be number two to anybody like the Harlem nigga shit.
Yeah. Yeah. I'm kind of you know, it broke my heart when I see Dame Dash go out like that.
Oh, man. Yeah. The problem is because Dame wanted to be too real. Why? And there's nothing wrong with being real. But in this industry, you've got to understand. Yes, a lot of snakes around here. And if your ball would be bored with it, but that only you got to throw niggas under the bus, because what happens now is motherfuckers want to blackball you. The niggas with all the money and the power can somehow bury you even if you do money.
I think he felt confident to do that because he's already blackball you. All right. He's a Monique status. When you've already been black, you ain't got nothing else to lose. I was disappointed because it was really building up like a new foundation. He was really building up steam. He had his YouTube and all of that. And then all of a sudden you apologize. And I think it happened right after he did. The Rock Nation Barbecue.
Yeah, right. Yeah. You're known as cleaning Lady Gaga.
God. People got on me about that. I was like, yo, man. They've done a shit. But I read it when I did it.
And it was cool. It was beautiful. But at some point, when did he. We'll get together and put the money together and put an agenda, I say let's do some push the call.
You're breaking up. You got to sit still. Yeah. You good now? But you started breaking up, OK?
I was saying, like the Rock Nation shit. I'm like, at what point do everybody stay? Get together and put their money together? I say, yeah, let's do something for people and push this shit forward. Russell, take a photo watching, looking cute for the gram. I'm like, yo, that shit is old now. I mean, that's not black excellence.
That's just a bunch of niggas taking pictures and shit with bottles and minnows. And I mean, I was like, that's my issue.
That's totally my issue. The fact that all of these motherfuckers get together, it's like, what is the purpose of these brunches other days? Like you said, photo ops like it. I haven't heard like one deal that somebody was like, yeah, we was at the Rock Nation Brunch in Bam! This idea came up while I was at the Rock Nation Brunch and bumped into Solid Soul. He was like, Yo, let's make some happen. You never hear that.
No, no, you don't. And people don't hold it. We don't hold them accountable. So you can say anything because everybody is so caught up in the celebrity, in their escapism.
You're just like, oh, shit, did he took a picture with Jay. Right. Yeah. And Jim Jones and hard gave another speech. Yeah. I'm like, okay.
But like what point do we start? Like some of these cats are from the most poorest neighborhoods in cities across the U.S.. And I'm like they've all let these cities get took over with gentrification. And I'm like, that's why I fuck with new sneakers and if she was trying to fight it.
Marshawn Lynch, who used to play in the NFL, is out there in Oakland. Try to fight that shit buying property. I'm like, what did J do for Marcy Wooden puzzle do for Harlem?
And he could go on and on and I'm like, yo, yo, niggas aren't really doing nothing right but job, you know, y'all got benefit offered a third about selling all stories, but I'm not doing anything and putting that money back into that. So that's what my issue with most black celebrities really be. I love my black people, but I mean, I'm a color how I see it, as you should know.
And that was that was my issue with. What is it, the fucking little mermaid shit.
What's going on at the know end about it myself with my co-workers telling me they got the BlackBerry. I was going to play a Little Mermaid.
Yeah, one at Holly Bailey. Yes.
I'm always going to be the main character area. Yeah, I think she's gonna play Ariel.
I mean, you can hey, I could sit there and tell you we was the first people here on this earth and I could give a history lesson. I'm not gonna do all that. But I mean, shit. It is what it is. I mean, I was telling my people said, Yo, The Lion King.
Forget the fact that it's in Africa. Most of the people that played the voices on those characters are black people.
This is a cartoon format, so you can't really see it. So, I mean. What's the big deal about this black girl playing a fucking mermaid is a fiction movie.
Well, it I don't think I see my take on this because I was very critical about this. And even to this day, like me, my girlfriend was talking about the other night and I just get so heated by it because we have the quote unquote woke people who talk about like we don't want pandering from our politicians.
Right. We choose who we want to let pander us like this Black Mermaid is to me, if you asked me, I think is a form of pandering, because why else would black people lie? If the Little Mermaid wasn't black, I don't think as many black people will be excited about it to go out and see it. They know how to get us to spend our money.
Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. Just like the Black Panther movie. That movie made all that money and writing it from it and making sure a million. Yeah, we think it's shit. Niggas was coming to the movie theaters and Dashiki. And Kim Jaffe Joe for outfits and all that Lincoln shit.
And that's not an argument like we let these companies pander to us much and we be like, oh yeah, nice. That is a victory. This is we. We finally get representation. I can see characters that look like a life some more.
It's a moral victory. It's like I told them about Obama. Rather as Black Panther. Laughter. It's like the Cleveland Browns, right? They've been sorry for like 40 years. If they make it to the playoffs, even if they lose about 20 points, it's a moral victory just because they finally got to that point. JOHNSON We may get not as kicked for so long. Black people, any little thing of progress is like a of it.
So, I mean, that's why I said this is like this is like basically a seat at the white man's table. You're not allowed to sit at the table. You can sit in the same room, but not at this table. We'll give you a steak, but you gotta eat. Just take off the floor. Did you and I was having this debate with people like do your not see the what's going on here? Like your claim me all so well, but I don't even see the bullshit and everybody. Oh, we fucked. We finally got a black mermaid. We ain't got shit.
And you know what's crazy about the whole world? Why? People know that we're more intelligent. We got more resources of information now, so. Right. They know the whole won't culture. That's why I don't even use the word word. I think that commercialized the whole state. Well, turn when Childish Gambino had that song last year with us on a rare Bone Jovi book. Stay well. Shit. Yeah. So it's like they know a lot of us are waking up in a morning. So why people are waking me up earlier. So now I just gotta step their game up and they're still able to confuse you, manipulate you and yada, yada, yada.
So I called it conscious. But I mean, you have to really think and a lot of most others don't want to say that is on the beach. Oh, how to say by somebody else. Exactly. You know, I don't have an opinion of their own. It's always going to be more seats.
You know, I was always going to be my father wasn't leaders that you hit it right on the head. And by the way, the world has to work, you know? Yeah. Because the problem is, if it takes too much effort to think, you know, family and we as bleep, we're already behind the eight ball. So we are here struggling every data to make ends meet. We are here, you know, trying to keep your kids out of the street like you got too much other shit going on to actually sit down and do some studying. So any little like you said, a little more victory is a win in our book, but I think is bullshit like bullshit.
And then I don't like how to look. I was someone you watched a shot on HBO on Showtime now really watch TV.
Okay, I'll be back. I don't blame you, but it's like I was telling my course.
Say, yo, Chicago has become the new city for like black exploitation. Like back in the day, all of the hood movies took place in New York. Right? Or you, L.A. like Compton. Watch Harlem, Queens, Brooklyn. It's like Chicago is now, you know, because all the homicides are murder. It's like the last five, six black movies I can remember watching took place in the south side of Chicago. They are just exploiting Chicago and all of the horror stories that people are really going through and making money off of it in these movies in my day, not put nothing back into the city or the neighborhood. It's like you got the Barbershop 3. That was about Chicago. Yeah, the shop which I watched. That's about Chicago. Another cat was all breakfast club. He's got a show about Chicago. You've got the beats on Netflix with Davis and Anthony Anderson.
Part of my dad is exploiting the city and talking about these issues and my body are doing for these people.
All right. I'll be thinking deeply because it's like all when there's money to be made. That's when they'll do it. If your city got bad enough, they'll start doing movies about it, too.
And your people are gonna get shit on my desk.
That's like exploitation of one on one to me. But that's what they're doing right now. They've been doing it for years. But Chicago's just happened to be that city right now that they don't write in.
And it's not going to and is not going to change, because I would think if you're doing that right, like you're gone and you're exploiting these cities, like remember how when they had the wire.
Yeah, Baltimore. And they were I used you live in Baltimore.
Yeah. But they were using people from the neighborhood to you know, there was sprinkle amended with the with the there the actors and that's how we should be black put money in the pockets of these people in cities like don't just come here, set up shop and then, you know, shoot, just shoot them. Bounce now and bounce. You leave everything dilapidated. You ain't even attempt to help one family.
No. That's what Spike Lee did with the shot reaction. Like he just came in and he shot the movie. He didn't do his real study on a coaches or a lot of people from Chicago was like, yo, let's not talk now, eat.
That's not how we eat out. You know, in a spike Lee's funny to me because I'm in a few years ago, he got so frustrated he couldn't win an Oscar. He was at the Academy Awards. Hey, it is a racist. Well, she you know, then take a one award this year.
I think it was that I met a guy and did what he had done, some weird suit to write some Willy Wonka shit.
I think it was hugging them like, thank you for finally accepted me.
I see this as once again, Megan, who has won a seat at the table. Yeah, they really do. I said this before, right? In this I said this years ago, this is in reference to beyond, say, because people put beyond say up on this pedestal, right. And the reason that her fans drive me crazy, right. Just just wait for her fans. Drive me crazy because they put her up there on his pedestal. Right. You can't say nothing bad beyond say never has a bad pitcher. She never has a bad day like. She's just perfect, right? Yeah. But when she doesn't get an award from these academies, it's like, oh, they don't respect greatness and they don't do this. It's like what does like if you got 10 million followers, I don't know how many followers she got. But let's just throw this out there. She got 10 million followers, right. That's 10 million people that are willing to do anything you say at any moment. Like he's my father. They dropped all kids to go pick up your fucking boobs.
But you kind of started that shit when he interrupted Taylor Swift. Exactly. I started to hold Beyonce.
They must have everything. And she's the best and all of that. But you'll be RC came to my city last year and did her and Jay-Z did the tour and I did it at the football stadium on a run.
You know, get a run, whatever the fuck it was called. And they don't you know, they let kids out a half a day. Early school girl got out like eleven o'clock. So they knew the traffic was gonna be that bad. Well I missed it. Yeah. For the army like Beyonce, they got the whole school shut down.
Right. But back to my point. Right. Why do you need an award to let him know your value? Yeah. Yeah. I mean, like, what do you go on social media? You see that more focused treat you and your husband like fucking royalty. Yeah. What the fuck do you need this award? Then they want that validation. They want the white man is validated all on it. I'm allowed in your club. That's what pisses me off about this wolk shit. We are so fucking hell bent on being woken in black excellence. Does black excellence that still the white man's approval and his like. And this is no disrespect to any white people because, you know, a lot of times on his podcast people think that be going on some light super pro black shit that I'd like hate white. It has nothing to do with that.
The the thing is that.
Our people don't need to be valid, like white people who look for black people validation power.
They know how to get our dollar here. They don't. They don't care. If you would nominate Brad Pitt at the BDC, you would. Yes. If I watch I don't watch the Grammys.
I stopped watching it years ago. I don't watch the Oscars. I don't watch none of these fucking shows. I didn't watch the beauty awards. I mean, I don't watch. I don't know that white validation or whatever long it should be. I don't need somebody to meet my people.
Who was the best hip hop artist to be? Had those panels as a bunch of old white guy.
I know. What? What? Well, yeah.
Well, my goal, my Apple music is going to tell you the heavy rotation in my shit, a bunch of old white guys are gonna tell you who is the best rapper you know about my man.
Don't let folks get mad and then let it all on and tweet. Slate, dig. How about we add to that point earlier we were saying about the Rock Nation Brunch. We have all these millionaires within our own fucking. Scuse me, I own ethnicity or whatever race, culture, whatever you want to call it, we have all these motherfuckers with this money. Why do they not take their money and pull it together and do something for our people? Like everybody praises Tyler Perry, right, for that for his ownership speech and. All right. And all that. I should put my focus be overlooking a lot of the snakes, should they? He do. Yeah, actually. All right. The simple fact that Hill Hill, you know, a lot of his movies have a stereotype of how they depict the black man.
Oh, yeah. That definitely for Colored Girls was a horror movie. I mean, I couldn't blame any woman if you watched that and she didn't want to date a black man again. They made us look like. Right. Monsters and shit. But, you know, I will get him somewhat of the best student.
That was a that was based off a book. So it wasn't like he wrote it.
But he still chose to put it out as a black.
And that's fine with me. I got no problem with that. But what I do have a problem with is balance. Yeah. If you won't make us look crazy. Lindsay Tanner was looking great to be good. Are some great men out here.
But like what you were saying about putting their money together and I was gonna do a video on this false black ownership levels to this shit. We got a lot of millionaires. We don't have a lot of billionaires. We only got five. One of them recently. I could've sworn Dr. Dre made a billion before James even maybe unplugged. When I did it, I was there.
He said that they preemptively jumped the gun with that speech or title because his they sold the stock, I think beats by Dre.
The company itself was worth over a billion dollars some Welker.
But so yeah, we got Jay now and we got Bob Johnson really got five billionaires. Oprah. Roger Smith. Yeah. Now. And Byron Allen, I believe is a billionaire. But we have levels to this ownership ship. We got a lot of millionaires. We don't have a lot of billionaires. I mean, when Puffy and Steph Curry and Em was talking about buying the Carolina Panthers. Right. Every sports team is worth over one hundred billion dollars. You couldn't buy that on your own. You'd have to get minority stock ownership and everybody had to pulling together. Right. But it's a lot of false right now. I love Ice Cube as my nigga, but they're putting him as the spokesperson at the big three.
He isn't he doesn't own the company.
He's a he's one of the best way owners. Yeah. He's the face that promotes it because he's a celebrity. But he doesn't own it completely.
He's like it's like him in two or three other dudes. Right. And I say, Magic owns the Dodgers. No, magic has 50 million or minority ownership. The game is worth 50 billion dollars. So you do the math. He owns it. He's a he's one of the many owners.
But the way they sold it to us is that, oh, magic on the Dodgers or on Jay Z on the net when he only owns 2 percent.
They've got a rule like J.C. rule in the NBA now where you can't own less than 2 percent.
Right. And also, we got a lot of minority owners. Oprah sold her network. A lot of niggas don't know that. She don't relish more. Yes.
He sold 70 percent of it to Discovery. Discovery brought this shit up.
Well, you know what that is, though, right? That's that big bag. Take little bank shit.
Yeah. Yeah. And I still call it the own network. So they write it well because writes it they change the name of it. They're gonna lose, they're gonna lose subscribers as a premium channel.
So they take they to deceive you like odes to Oprah's shit. Right. Or watch it. Yo Oprah. I've got nothing to do with that.
No. It was like I was this point in this. Years ago, two friends of mine, as you know, I used to live in Vermont and people in Vermont take their pride in their local brands in Green Mountain Coffee, which is a great coffee company. They make amazing coffee. You know, used to be a local brand, but is now owned by Coca-Cola. A lot of people were upset. I don't support it because Coke owns it and is, you know, corporate conglomerate bullshit.
You know, I'm saying all of that shit in what I said to somebody is big bank take low lobbying drink. In order for this company to survive, they're gonna have to sell or that company is going to go under because what's going to happen is the competition's going to force you up. It's like hustling. Nigga, if we got dope on the same block, right? I'm up the street. You down the street.
My traffic is a little more flowing because I got a better product. Oh, so what you do, you go on upping your product because you got more money, you upping your product.
You don't have to cut it as much because now you've got twice as much as I do and you're able to undercut me with the price. So what's going to happen? Nigga, you think they go. They were paying eight dollars up the street. They could pay six. What? Down the street. They only get. It's simple mathematics, but people get so caught up in this. Oh, it started small. We got to keep it small is like no body starts. A company with the hopes of there is just going to be us far for for.
I mean, look at look at Amazon to start edition in his garage. And they did Amazon Prime. Day to day life just like Amazon has taking over Wal-Mart. Like you're you wipe out everything and you're just gonna be online by it.
Yeah. So, yeah, it started out as a just awesome garage sale shit.
Niggas started selling books. Yeah. You're selling books. Textbooks. Yeah. Book. No. Isn't it. You could buy a thing from build those motherfucking socks.
Anything on that. Anything. Anything in there. Killing it. Did you see.
Since we're talking about this, why does sceptics in fake ownership. Did you see Dapper Dan on the Breakfast Club.
I heard most of it. I've seen a little bit of it. Yeah. Dapper Dan. I was glad I did that. It's all about to happen there.
So he basically was on there. And it was it was interesting, right? I'll tell you why. Because he started off by saying, you know, the reason that he's working with these companies is because he wants to get global and he knows that.
If he just makes it for Harlem, nigga is only gonna stay in Harlem. He can only go as far as those Harlem walls to let him.
So if you want to be in China, you gotta fuckin appeal to that, right?
You gotta have the the big the big corporation back into those stores now. What Charlemagne was asking him is, well, what can we do that with a Sean John or FUBU or any of these other black companies?
He was saying, what did he say? He said that we don't put that value in our own clothing. And basically, like, we will spend money on it, but it doesn't mean anything to us.
You know what it is? It's like, OK. I'm excited. I used to watch Rock, all that, you know, urban fashion. But you would think the most I pay for a charge on. I was like a hundred and twenty.
Back to you. Yeah. But you wouldn't pay. The average black person is not going to pay. Let's say. OK, a pair. Gucci flip flops is 250, right? Yeah. Would you pay to fifty nine? You probably wouldn't.
But you can make is that a pay 250 for those Gucci slice but wouldn't pay to 50 for let's say some Shaun John slash background. The Rockaway side is awesome. Any urban brand you could think of is just beach. We don't, we're programmed to think less of ourselves. So. Than that top dollar. Fendi.
Prada, Louis. We don't put any value. Did we were to spend that kind of money on a hood naked T-shirt? Right. I'm sick because this is one of us. But when it comes to that and you know, it's easy when you walk into those stores you could sell, you've got to know your financial status. A lot of black people don't. They think they middle class. But if you live in check that check. You're not middle class, man. You know, I mean, you know, on a map, you, you know, say you getting by, but you're not middle class. But you go into a Gucci store. It's clear. It's not designed for poor black folks. It's because, like, they don't play Gucci stores in the hood.
No, they put them in the suburbs on outlets or big malls. They don't put Louis in. They put that stuff far away from you as possible. They're letting you know this isn't to you. But we own it and eat it up and buy it anyway. And I'm like, why are you on niggas? I'm not paying to for those sandals. I'm sorry. Yeah, okay. I don't care how much money I got. I don't care what logo you got on this ship. I got it.
And I think just what it is, too, is more or less the the pill, too. Right. Because when you look at Sean, John, a lot of people if you notice now, at least I know with our generation like the that age bracket, a lot of us, we don't like the big logo. You don't like? We don't want. We don't. I'm not a billboard for you. Like, I would love the wisdom, Sean. John, if it didn't say fuck it. Didn't have a signature across the front of me.
You know, I'm saying get like a little logo or design.
You know, the saying less is more is very true. Like Nicki, you don't have to do all that shit like you don't get polo.
I got a little time. I was just about to say that thank goodness I got on a polo t shirt right now and a little horse is down at the bottom in the corner. That's all.
You know, the rest of the shirt is just itself. And you got that little logo.
That's all you need in. And we eat that shit up because. Yet we place. We we help increase that value.
Stop. Oh, no. Yes. Oh, you just think every day, even though you think this shit is better than you look. Like I say, you like Dapper Dan saying you don't put that much value into your own shit. I would never mean I'm not a bit into the European fashion shoot, but I know niggas who are they would not pay nearly as much. So is there any urban clothing I could think of? Like tr still got a cool, right?
I think so. Yeah. Not thinking. I think. Yeah. I think it. But I know he also got that hustle gang won.
Yeah. Yeah. But niggas would not pay more than 40 dollars for a hustle game shirt but they pay two hundred for a Fendi shirt. So I mean it's this is the way it is. There's been too much push for a hundred years of programming.
You can't embrace it. So.
Right. And because you they put it on a runway we see like some model in it. Yet I see. It's like good New York Fashion Week.
That's fucking trash man is what they do.
And they end up with the hottest celebrities in it.
That's I like you. I just didn't like how dapper Dan made it seem like we're only as good as this ratio or our square blocks. Like all of these companies have the potential to go far. It's like just like how you got Gucci to work with you because you said that they're paying homage. Nigga helped them fucking bring up another company. Tell them to fuckin underwrite one of these companies like help your people like buy your Napoli damn well for self right now.
Yeah. He's always been on for self because isn't his brand was Kate. It's always like a say back in the day was drug dealers and rappers. Right. Going to your store. Regular people are Harlem couldn't afford that shit. Yeah. Yeah. And so and now his resurgence and she's trying to go after the people that got money. This just goes back to what I put to the Gucci stores in the suburbs.
And they don't put that shit in the hood because they know people in the hood can't afford it. So dad trying to go for that. You know, that brand of people who got it to spend it.
So he's always been about that. He never gave up. You know, the better for us now. You know? Yeah. The money then. Yeah. But if you had the money, if you'd call him black dapper Dan and I have a best for blacks in a sec as he comes from poor black.
Yeah. It's awesome. Poverty.
The niggers. He told his story about how they used to fuck it and had to rob supermarkets for food.
The nigger said he went back to high school at twenty three.
I mean, it's just it's it's just the same man. When I see what we do to our own people was like, we're they. None of us give a shit, but we plain we give a shit. You don't think it's only Kevin is like, you know it, which is a good Segway into this whole ASAP rocky thing. Oh, God, it's only a it's because of the conversation that can be had, right? Yeah. Cause remember, I mean, two totally different cases. But Freddie Gibbs was locked up in Austria for day. I said I don't think it's a rape. It was there for that, right? Yeah. We talked about this like niggas dating because it was it like for one this does too. I have two takes on as well. Anytime there is a rape accusation.
Niggas won't touch it even if they know your character. Lightning. We could grow up, be buddies hand in hand if you or I get one of those charges is like shit.
I don't know. We got we did in fact like that happen for free. Right. This was amazing to me. Oh damn, you have one.
And I was like when I was young. That's why when I was watching that 6 post. Good. It's kind of hard for me to watch. Yeah. When I was younger, I was like 13. I got accused. Shit like that.
Wow. Yeah. Really? When you as a man. I was a boy. Yeah. People don't give you the benefit of the doubt when you are shit. Yeah, you're right.
Especially if light is like my fault. I grew up with you now. Not for nothing. Niggas already know their homeboys that it creeps. You know, I'm sayin like you noted, nigga, that if they said he'd make this nigga design, you might look at him sideways. Be like, nigga, I seen you at a few parties, nigga. Try and put your arm up this big box so you know. But when that happened to a friend of mine, I was like that. I don't even sound like him. Why would the fuck gone? And then, you know, come to find out the chick ly because she was fucking around her. Do she want to do to notice she was cheating and all that bullshit. Right. You ruin a nigga name over some bullshit. Same thing with Freddie Gibbs. Now I don't know Freddie give personally, but through his music and the way he carries himself. I never saw that being his character, you know, saying like this something like you've never seen him with chicks and videos where he's like 7 to chicken eyes and doing all his extra shit. Now if I see that, I'm sorry. I don't care what type of man you are. I'm going to second guess. If a woman says that you did something to her. If you had these these type of images. I'm just saying, like, I'm going to when I see me eat me, I'm looking out.
I get what you're saying. And I see it that way, too. But my take is we had the meat to our souls.
A lot of girls our age is one explosive. What's come up is one to come up in a check.
So, I mean, right now, you really know. I try not to think about it. When somebody gets into a situation like that on my. I don't notice a knock. That's what I'm saying.
That's the other side of it. So now was like lone rape accusations. You don't want to touch you like love you myself.
That's why I didn't talk about it. The only thing I said about a sap was that I remember when he was like, Yo, all lives matter.
Yeah, he was. Can't relate to Mike Brown. I can't relate to Eric Gardner. He gave he basically gave everybody who's asked cuz yell out. He in trouble. He down and out. If you want everybody's support. My mom and look look at you now. Like what guys.
Does he really want everybody's support or does he just want to come. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Right. Because we've never heard from him. Nobody had him on the phone like yo ease up on a phone, talk to the people you know if you want to fuck.
Yeah. Everyone's given him their support.
I know y'all tend to forget he didn't he wasn't really rocking with us like that. Basically it's like us other nigga Travis got. Yeah. He said on Breakfast Club he was like yeah. My brother wasn't pretty big too. All right.
The cops did what they had to do in a year from Texas. And he was getting up to do with me or some shit like that.
So some of these niggas basically get money and I forget where it come from because he gets so disconnected from black reality when you got money. First thing we do. We get money. We go to the suburbs and get around white people. Right.
And act different. Yeah, we get the fuck away from my own. And now a sad. Rocky is fill in that nigga. You still nigga.
Yeah, he got that. Even if you went to bands, you're still a nigga mob. That's what this is is the moment it was his.
See, the thing about his statements is he was wrong for that. I totally agree. Like that was fucked up. Like you should've just been like, look, man. No comment.
Or like, don't say nothing less is more like don't say nothing. Especially if you have something negative to say negative. Your mom always said being nice to say, don't say nothing at all. No. This nigga. He said that that was fucked up. Now I want to know what the hell is going on. Because if there's some, like, racist shit, like bring em out, why we you know, like as black people, we should not want to see a black man in jail. I don't give a fuck, which is why unless you did some heinous shit. Now, if you'd like out here killing babies and raping women like they could go to jail, fuck you. Okay, I'll do it like you while you always belong in jail. But. The says some some some off the wall shit. I need you, God. We won't hold you to that. No, we ego forget, but yeah. I don't want take some with him.
Threaten to leave. I'm just right. I'm not going out of my way like I'm not writing these paragraph captions on this.
I'm not doing all of that. Hey, you know, thing pieces out of me.
Yeah. I mean, God bless you. But I'm not. I'm not doing all that. I'm not. I'm not hanging up signs and I'm not getting tattooed and I'm not doing all that.
But because from from then that's crazy. Some might get a free ASAP tattoo, right?
Not now. I've seen niggas with Wi-Fi signals tattooed on a net. What? Yeah. Yeah. It's like using old niggas is getting like wildfire niggas you just bored by yo.
What do you want? Nigga, give me a likable nigga. I ran out of room to get I personally day man.
Men shouldn't get tattooed on a ledge. If you're gonna get tattoos on your legs, that means you've run out of room from the right stuff. Some niggas have ran out of room literally. So now they're getting started. Shit, I'm not your young niggas. Gotta relax.
It depends on the tat. Like. I'm all for the body are like I like turtles, but it depends. Like I'm gonna leave. Don't don't touch it face. Like that's just the dumbest thing.
Dad, what are you doing now? You know, I don't know how much kind of job security. You go ahead. I think he's really thinking about this. You know, the end. No, I'm not thinking about what they're going to do 20 years from now. Well, if they can be so nice them on to something, I don't plan on being here. It's going to cause riots.
Really, a lot of them aren't planning on it, which is really sad.
Oh, I forgot to Segway into this earlier. What do you think about that? Appreciate.
Oh, man, this ain't the first time that Jermaine Dupri says some off the wall shit in an interview in this fucking era. Like once again. Nigga, you shouldn't have said anything. And I think the problem is he said too much. He should've just said a lot of them sound alike, which I get. There are some women, you know, like the whole twerk generation shake. Yes. Which is fine. I'm all for women's empowerment. You can go catch me singing on it as shit, but do they all like you? I have no problem with it, but. JD put his foot in his mouth because he shouldn't Asian is that they all sound like strippers rapping because in now all of a sudden that sounds like an attack.
Yeah. It it sound like an attack on Okada. It sounds like an attack on. I guess he was trying to go and make the stallion, too.
Yeah. Yeah. All the girls that I've been I will say there was a Muslim and some people were like, well, Foxy and Little Kim was doing that.
So yeah, but they were like the only two. Trina came later. You had more diversity from the female rappers back then. You had Lauryn Hill, you had ease, you had Queen Latifah, M.C. Light. I think now is just all of them.
Now, you do have female rappers that don't do that strip club gimmick. Right. But thing is, if you're not talking that agenda, they're not going to play you. Right. We have heard of Rhapsody. Yeah. Yeah. She's dope. But she goes she looks like a dyke and she's not talking the talk shit. They don't play her. They don't write her.
Because you've got to go out of your way to listen to the other side. That is comfortable with yet or is upset. Now seeing that I'm like one Jermaine, like you're a part of the same business.
You know why these girls are doing all of this? Is that job. Don't push the girls who do the alternative. You just gotta push the Lauryn Hill types anymore. You only push to make Stallion City Girls Cardi B get up. And that's why all these girls, they want to get that bag. So they gonna do what it takes to because they know what it takes to get high because they're not gonna play.
Remy was supposed to be caught. Nikki's replace me. Yeah, but really didn't push their sex like they wanted. And Remy is a little rough around the edges. You know, jump in a little time. Scottie was the more sexy, safe, safe pick. Yeah. So Damon plays Cordy with Nemo and Nick even really got out. She did to sheet this shit and she illness initiated. Right. But they replaced, they slide, they played chess and they skipped over Remy and Sam Corey just called it that agenda that they wanted. So it's like to him to be in the industry, you know, you ain't done, bro. You know what any of these girls do on that.
You were part of the business and Jermaine Dupri is part of that. He's from that cloth of this circle of friends. Did you you said always, always never liked him.
I respect them. But Jermaine Dupri made all his money off the little kids you know about criss cross the bread.
He was with TLC that none of them made any money. That's why the brand works for Ricky Smiley now. Yeah, which is sad, really. I mean, if she's happy, does dope, but legit. Yeah. I feel like said she was the first female platinum audits. Right.
Like you should you should be a little more ahead. And see, that's the part to like. Do we want. Do we want female rappers to be like super lyrical or do we want them to have some sort of sex appeal to like because the sex appeal like that should look good. I'm sorry. I don't look good.
One of my favorite was Eve because I thought he was a mixture of both. She had syphilis. She wasn't as sexy as Cam or whoever, but she had a sex appeal. And she also like the kind of like the cute girl next door look she doesn't like. And then she also had good content and she could rap and she could hold it down with X and all of them niggas. The you could make songs, even though that made the first three albums was dope.
Okay. Nobody said like he was dope. Now I can say whatever by her now you know. But she was dope as a rapper. I like that. I mean, I mean but me like Nicki, I could never relate to Nicki Minaj. I thought her music was catered towards gay dudes and girls. You know, I'm just not going to run around in my car listening to you talk about sucking dick all day. But, you know, it depends. This is the diversity is all I want. I mean, everybody should have a choice, should be options as many rappers as we've got now. It should be way more options than it's ever been. But instead, everybody's doing the same thing.
They are in and I and I think, like you said, that whole agenda of my fucking.
We want. We want to strip club music. We want to talk music like that's cool. Like you said in the club, certain there are certain songs that need to be played in a club. Like if I go to a club and a plane, all fucking hard core liberal cool shit.
I would be like, not as safe as Spock. If you came in a club and I was playing gangster, fuck you, you tried to run.
And this is no disrespect to gangster, but every every group hip hop artist has their place. Yeah. And they'll do it right. We need to stop thinking. Just because just because I think you hot doesn't mean the rest of the world supposed to agree with me like nigga. I think before I listen to my fucking caches, not too many my folks know about caches that I'd be like, you're listening. Hi. I going around being like, yo yo. I'm listening to cash out niggas. What? Because that shit ain't for everybody.
And then when they start listening. So if you like what I've been listening to what they want. Exactly.
And it's a competition of who can be dope, eh? Once again, we. This is the whole fucking wide acceptance because now we're trying to chase this, quote unquote, invisible. Invisible trophy that they're, you know, waving in front kids at the end of the day. What did these women what did these female rappers going to get like was the ultimate goal other than they trying to secure a bag, make sure they got their family secure? All of that nigger. What are you out here reaching for? Cause there's no trophy at the end of the fucking row. Yeah. You see Redlands.
Yeah, exactly. It's no longevity because I'm like, you know, when you look at sexy girls now, I will say Nicki made herself empire and she's gonna be comfortable financially.
So life's right. Something happens. Lil Kim is doing reality shows. How little Kim? She fumbled bag.
You know, what's your favorite? Lil Kim in my home. You saw about this the other day. Niggas was a little Kim's like no, like favorite Lil Kim like version.
Which era niggas is tall. Oh, yeah. Kim like she was Jordans and shit like. What do you like. I like ninety nine to two thousand Lil Kim. Some other matrix. K I you know face the surgeons right now. I told my albums, I'm told them about face was.
Yeah. Yeah. That was, that was the second album. That was a face of the way she transformed herself. One second. Right. Right. I did not hardcore Lil Kim. Ninety six nine.
She was she was pretty. She was sitting on the album cover when she got an album cover man got niggas through a rough period in time.
My cousin stood at one point, you know, in his day. He's had a lover over like 20 years. I said, dead nigga, I will not take that, that I share price stuck to the wall.
You could take the thumbtacks I saw.
She is still like it just doesn't know on any day. That was my favorite version of Kim. Kim was Dukes. I don't know how she looked like fuck.
She's like an Asian lady. Like a fat Asian woman.
Sure. I want them bitches of Mob Wives New York to do surgeries, not about poll taxes.
So I don't know. She just she don't look. She looks like a clown. Right. So in and I don't know.
Like who? Who. Who's to blame for women in our culture? Our black women? Going overboard with the plastic surgery and surgery is shit.
Cosmetic surgery, yeah, because black women look at look at Phylicia Rashad.
Somebody is me along. Some of these girls like I was posting somehow listen. And I'll be posting cougars all the time on my Instagram. I'm like, yo, these girls did nothing. These women did nothing to their faces. Still beautiful.
So when I look at like Vivica Fox and my Vivica was like my crushes kid, she didn't need to do any of that shit. She did it. I made some things about it is something is telling them they need to because Hollywood puts so much pressure. That's what I'm saying to look a certain way. You've got to have your lips this size. You ask gotta be the size, your waist. And that's why I do it now. Why do girls do it? You know, I don't know. Girls in the hood getting fake ass injections.
What was she saying, Resa? It's the same thing. Like they're going for some sort of idea of what men want. And we as MIT black men like niggas, you know, I swear to God niggas would if I let me let me take my time with this. This is why you're flustered, right? So these women, when they were younger and they dated like niggas loved you for who you were. Niggas weren't like, yo, you know, I'm saying, you eat your ass ain't fat enough. You got niggas don't do this. This is other women that are critical to women to win. I was like, oh, I got to get the fat ass because this bitch over here. She pulled this nigga. But they don't realize all of these niggas that they trying to quote unquote, pull out niggas that are treating them like cards, like yo, bitch, you good for a couple of years and I'm gonna call you out. Yeah. I mean, did the young hot tinder Roni, they care more about what the women think than and then what we did. Exactly. And then they tell us we ain't shit right now. I loved you the way you were before this. And here you go. Fucking chopping, screwing your body. And now I got a fucking build a bitch.
Yeah. You got a leg up bitch. Right. It's like.
And then where we're shallow because we tell women, oh, that's too much in his life is my body. I should do what I want. Yo, I was thinking I was some. Oh jeez. Yesterday, right. My father got a cigar shop and like all. Oh, jeez, go through it. Yes, sir.
Yeah. And I was over there yesterday and the dew said some to me that was so fucking dope. And I hope this shit sits on a lot of young men's heads out there.
He said that God gave woman God gave this. God gave women. Here.
God gave women eyelashes, eyebrows as titties, body boom. If she isn't happy with what God gave her, why would she be happy with what you think you could give her? And that was the dope I should have. I sat there like that, this nigga really just said, and it just made so much more sense because if they're not happy with what they have. Nigga, what the fuck? I'm offering you definitely going here.
I wouldn't even deal with a girl. Listen to that chick. Is you never. She's never gonna be satisfied.
No, you won't be out here. Mad as hell wondering why? Why you can't keep a woman or what? You know, I'm saying it's like dating in that twilight zone.
That's why I like a little Caesar saying Lil Kim used to run around the house bugging out. Actually, niggas I know was too big on those.
Too big just while I lie, I just said fuck it and only if it is rolling in his grave.
Damn well shit. I mean we we touched on a few things we can see here. Go back and forth all day long cause nigga I'll be on your mom. Fucking ya g ly yo this nigga crazy you.
I said yeah. Follow me on. I said listen Frankie Diamond's TV saying so to you too. Frankie Dallas TV were were.
Give him this. What if you still on Twitter.
Now I'm on it, but I'm not on it. I mean about what at this point it's. I use it for information sources at this point. I just know. I don't know. Man dead on there so long. There's just nothing new to me. So I don't really suck with Twitter like that. Fair enough. Enough. It's kind of boring to me. Now is the same old shit, same all ignorant as niggers and random nudes and shit on a time line. Yes.
You know, Twitter is one of us. Yeah, exactly.
Is this a dark holes? A guilty pleasure. Whatever you want to call it. Well, thank you again, homie. You're away in the building. Yo, make sure y'all follow the homie.
He's got some great takes. Content is hilarious if you love the randomness that I'll be throwing out here. You definitely gonna love listening because he's way more critical on the black coat culture than I am. Y'all think that I'm talking about.
Yeah. Frankie Davis TV matters. Follow me, man. Appreciate you having me on. I've got to come back as a guest. Did any any time correspond in a song?
Hell, yeah. I'm I'm I'm I'm going to work on something to make this a thing because I'd reach out to a lot of people and we have such great conversation. But, you know, everybody's in different parts of the world and we've got technology that that shouldn't be an excuse that niggas can't fucking link up. So we gonna make some happen. I'm a reach out. Definitely. Stay in touch. It's always good to you guys out there. Thank you all for listening. Tune in in another episode. Hash tags in hot takes.
We'll be back next week. Peace.
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Garrus/Kag?
a+, 11/10, 👌👌👌✔✔✔✔✔ would write if iknew how to spin it, will cry if somehow by some miracle i ever see any contentfor it, like p l s? god?? y'all, garrus is apparently fucking s e v e n??? feettall??? you guys should know by now i’m so fucking weak for height differences,they’d be so freaking cute together?? that i wouldhonestly die of happiness
god pls i’m just imagining some scenariowhere he has to carry her out of a fire fight or smth bc she’s injured! hewould dwarf her, cradle her close and careful to his chest bc yea she’s abadass but she’s also tiny and human and in his head smol + human + hurt = vstrong need to protect his girl
and now i’m getting ideas lmao look what u did nonny!
(warning: a long spiel of unasked rambling under the cut)
((also also it’s been a while since i lastplayed mass effect and i’ve got the memory of a goldfish so apologies for anymistakes or ooc-ness lmao))
hmm but then how would they meet/knoweach other?? old c-sec partner? kagome comes onto the normandy to like, assistdr. chakwas??? oh! or maybe she meets him during his time as archangel, was apart of his team there but had managed to survive? and when shepard finds themboth holed up at his base and garrus inevitably takes that blast, she helpskeeps him stable and refuses to leave his side?
mhmm, since i can’t really see her abilitieshaving a place in like space? lolol maybe she’d have biotics instead? good witha pistol, deadly with a sniper, and maybe a bit of training in field medicinefor both humans and aliens??? which was maybe why garrus recruited her in thefirst place (and knowing him, he could never turn down a good shot, esp. afellow sniper, and she was a damngood one so the choice was obvious)
like garrus maybe meets her to ask her somequestions – she’s been on omega for a while now, made a bit of a name forherself as someone who’s willing to give a lending hand. she’s not really adoctor per say, but the thing is she knows her stuff. she’s got connections.and what’s better is that she’s nice, she’s unaffiliated, and more importantly,doesn’t ask any questions.
((kagome doesn’t involve herself with any ofthe mercenary outfits, however much she dislikes them, but rumor has it she’sunder aria’s protection which is why no one messes with her. kagome’s justreally good at making friends with the strangest variety of people and bc of that she’s left alone.))
but yea, what started as patching up a coupleof teens here and there that got into scrapes or roughed up from a job or whathave you turned to her apartment becoming a sort of safe haven if you needhelp. if kagome couldn’t help, she’d be sure to know someone who could and sendthem there. garrus picks up her name one day pretty early on in his days on omega,figures with people from all the merc groups coming through her door she’d hearsome things and finds her to get some intel. except kagome isn’t a snitch, pplwouldn’t consider her safe to approach if she was, so of course when he triesto press her for info she only smiles at garrus, hands him some medigeland bandages for the gunshot wound he was trying to conceal (and would swear?? hehadn’t let on about??), and some rations bc helooked like he could use it.
“you seem like a goodguy,” kagome says as garrus finally goes to leave. “smart, too.”
he pauses, halfwayout the door, and turns to look at her over his shoulder. she was stillsmiling, though it was softer now, more genuine. he doesn’t say anything inreply, but he tips his head to the side, listening, mandibles twitching as hewaits.
“you’re not the firstone to get it in their head to take on the mercs.” she looks at him closely.“you know it’s a suicide mission.”
garrus tenses, headdropping low for barely a moment before he straightens and pins her with a hardstare. “you’re telling me to drop it?” the very idea makes him bristle.
the small human womanactually snorts. “i doubt you’d listen. somehow i doubt you’d even care.” sheshakes her head. “no, i’m telling you you’d be dead before the week is up, soif you want to last longer than that, if you actually want to make adifference, put a dent in the mercs’ operations, then you might want to find some people.”her smile grows. “a squad.”
garrus stares at herfor a long moment, studying her. curiosity and something else stirs deep in hischest and he turns fully towards her, eyes narrowing something wry. “and youwouldn’t happen to know a few people that might be interested, would you?”
“well,” she shrugs,all casual and indifferent, but the curl of her mouth was definitely coy. “iknow a lot of people.”
it actually pulls ashort laugh from him, the sound raspy and gravelly but genuine, and it startleshim. he hasn’t laughed in long while, hasn’t had much reason to, not sinceshepard and the normandy…
he shakes himselffrom those thoughts and turns his attention back to the woman in front of him.“then I’d appreciate any help you could give me.”
and from there, garrus finds himself payingvisits to kagome’s modest little apartment every once in a while. sometimes tosee if she’ll give him any intel picked up from her other visitors (shedoesn’t), sometimes to ask if she knows somebody that could get him one thing oranother (that, she could help with) or if she heard any rumors about this murderor a string of missing people (she was more forthcoming when it came to thingslike that, and didn’t mind passing on info she’d heard on her own). andeventually every once in a while turns into a few times a week, to say hi, tochat, sometimes to have a drink.
except as garrus’ team grows and they make aname of their own, they start to make waves – it doesn’t take long after forthe wrong people to make connections, and even all the friends kagome madedoesn’t stop her apartment door from bursting open one day, ppl crashing in armed withguns and demands that she come with them, archangel on the tips of their tongues.
but it’s omega of course, practicallyeveryone was armed one way or another. kagome was no different. it didn’t hurtthat they sent a small group, thinking she’d come without a fight. throwing upa barrier and knocking them out with her biotics was too easy – not a lotpeople even know she was a biotic, so the element of surprise was with her.
It takes over an hour after the fact that hehears about it – he storms over and into her place to see it in shambles, theintruders still knocked out, and kagome gone with the wind.
there’s blood.
none of the mercenaries are bleeding.
suffice to say, garrus is neither gentle norpatient when he grabs one off the ground and shakes him awake to interrogatehim, and it’s only the slightest relief to hear they weren’t able to take her.
even that is squashed when he hears it’sbecause of him that they even came for her, and he’s none to kind when he knocks the fucker out again with the butt ofhis rifle before he’s off to find her.
he’s been looking for over 24 hours whensomeone approaches him, or rather, knocks into him under the guise of passinghim a note with an address on it.
he goes to it, of course, recognizes thehandwriting as well as the address and it’s with knee weakening relief to findher safe and sound in a well-guarded room in afterlife, nursing only a grazeand a strong drink, not even caring how she was even able to organize it.
(aria’s an old friend, she later says, muchto his bewilderment)
and there’s a moment™, garrus crouched down in front of kagome where she’sresting on the couch, and he reaches out to gently take her injured arm,mandibles fluttering in his distress, subvocals thrumming almost a whine when he turns toapologize that she stops him, striking him speechless as she reaches up to touchthe side of his face and smile kindly as she simply says, “not your fault.”
afterward, after garrus double checks on herwound and checks her over for any other injuries despite her rolling eyes andinsistence that she’s fine, and they’re left sitting together on the couch bothnursing a drink of their own, sitting close enough that their thighs arepressed together, she turns to him and says that since she can’t go home now,there’s nothing left but to join up with him now.
to which garrus sputters, choking mid-sip onhis drink, but because he couldn’t find any reason to object (not that heactually wanted to object – if he washonest, if he had ever thought there was the slightest chance she’d actuallyagree, he’d have asked her months ago)he agrees and welcomes her on board.
she fits in nicely with his crew, shepractically already knew most of them in some way or another, and from thereit’s smooth sailing. he couldn’t ask for a better squad, and it was almost tooeasy to disrupt the stranglehold the three merc groups had on omega.
(there’s a human saying about knocking onwood when it came to chancing fate, and if there had actually been any nearby he’d have done so in a heartbeat)
it takes him a long while before he realizes he’snot just fond of her, but attracted toher – it isn’t until they’re betrayed by one of their own that he recognizesthe driving force behind the strong sense of protectiveness that overwhelms himwhen they’re in a firefight, the same one that spikes whenever she dives out of cover tohelp when someone gets hit, and in the months that follow when it’s just themtwo holding the fort against wave after wave of mercs, it’s her that compelshim not to throw himself in one last blaze of glory to take out as many mercsas he can.
when shepard comes blazing in, he almostcouldn’t believe it, he thinks his prayers to the spirits for some way for themto get out of the corner they’d been backed into were answered in the form of amiracle.
he should have remembered the spirits had asick sense of humor when he took a rocket to the face.
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30 Days of Smash
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On my Twitter i was filling all this in for the last month of hype before Smash Ultimate. It's out tomorrow so I'm gonna post all my answers from Twitter here!
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30 Days Left. Favorite Mario character to play as? BOWSER! He brings the power and I'm all about hitting hard :D I especially love the new dropkick he picked up recently and his changed running animation. He's just fierce! Also, a 10/10 dad
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29 Days Left. Favorite Zelda character to play as? SHEIK! I just think she's awesome. She's a ninja assassin! What's not to like? The new moves she was given too, the bomb and bouncing fish, I enjoy those. Sheik is just cool
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28 Days Left. Favorite Pokemon to play as? That is gonna go to Greninja, no question! Another smash day another ninja, what are the odds haha. completely unexpected Smash 4 newcomer. I got back into Pokemon with X and Y and I love Greninja, he came at a perfect time!
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27 Days Left. Favorite Ultimate Newcomer? Simon Belmont for sure! I'm not super experience in Castlevania, played only a few games but everything about his reveal and just him as a video game character has me super excited to play him!
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26 Days Left. Favorite Echo Fighter? Goin with Dark Samus cause of how unexpected she was. It's super cool that Metroid has gone from having kinda 1 character (as both are indeed samus) to now having 3. That's rad. And Dark Samus, she just looks cool!
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25 Days Left. Favorite Fire Emblem fighter? Easy! It's mah boi the all powerful radiant hero Ike! Brute force is my thing and he has that in spades!
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24 Days Left. Favorite Fighter from another series? Well that'll go to Shulk. He is currently the only Xenoblade rep (hopefully that changes) but he is another fighter I greatly enjoy playing as and he's a great character from one of the best games of all time!
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23 Days Left. Favorite Assist Trophy? THE BLACK KNIGHT! I'm so happy we're finally getting more worthwhile Fire Emblem content. I was super stoked just to see the Killing Edge, but one of Daein's Four Riders? Awesome. And he looks so strong! Is perfect!
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22 Days Left. Most useful or favorite Pokemon in Ultimate? No one of them really sticks out to me as my favorite...a lot are really reliable. Think I'm gonna give it to Keldeo for this one. He has crazy range and he is relentless!
21 Days Left. Favorite stage in Ultimate? There are WAY too many stages to just pick one favorite. I mean, THERE ARE SO MANY! But I remember the Dream Land GBA stage in 3DS and being SO HAPPY to play on it, I'm so ecstatic that its back. That Kirby game was my childhood!
20 Days Left. Favorite Song in the Smash Bros Series? That is a ridiculous question. Nigh impossible to answer. There are a lot of good tunes but Imma take it back to Brawl with the rock awesomeness that is Tabuu's theme!
19 Days Left. Favorite alternate. Again a lot i like but i gotta give it to Mario's stars and stripes. It's just so good XD
18 Days Left. Smash 64 "main" Ah yes. Back in the days when Ocarina of Time dominated my gaming life! The Hero of Time, Link was my go to and to this day he's one I still enjoy playing!
17 Days Left. Melee guy. Well for the gamecube days the character I stuck to the most was still the Hero of Time, Link. No one could really pull me away though I greatly enjoyed Falco and Marth too
16 Days Left. Brawl character I played the most as eh? That was mah boi IKE! To this day I'm so surprised how unsurprised? I was he got into Brawl. I don't remember being super shocked. I got into Fire Emblem prior Brawl and I LOVE Radiance and Dawn. Ike in smash? Rad!
15 days left. My Smash 4 boy is SHULK!! Most wanted newcomer at the time and infinitely happy he's in Smash!! Woooo!
14 Days Left. Least used / most disliked fighter. Jigglypuff easily. There is no valid reason for it to still be here. And when he was revealed, dark pit. Still think he's a dumb addition
13 Days Left. Favorite Final Smash. I'm a giant Xenoblade nerd so the more Xeno the better. And Shulk bringing his crew in for the smackdown is too good!
12 Days Left. Most disliked or least useful Final Smash Peach's simply cause it doesn't do anything. Also Jigglypuff and ice climbers smashes. Just boring really.
11 Days Left. Favorite Smash minigame. Huh. Tough. I always did appreciate the original break the targets and board the platforms. Really challenging stuff!
10 Days Left. Favorite Smash item. The assist trophy. Such a Cool idea bringing in other video game characters for aid. So many cool peeps out there!
9 days left. Character you'd most like as an assist trophy. Never really thought about this. Since we got more FE assist trophies I say Xenoblade. Someone not yet in like Sharla Reyn or Melia
8 Days Left. Character I'd like to see as an echo fighter? No idea. We aren't getting anymore echoes so it doesn't really matter. I got nothing for this. I've failed you all!
7 Days Left. A DLC newcomer I'd want? Easy. Rex and Pyra! On the eve of Xenoblade 2's anniversary! I want the bestest otp of 2017/2018 of the best game of those years. It's that good!
6 Days Left. Who do I expect to play the most as in Smash Ultimate? Most likely Shulk since I'm a Xenoblade obsessed nut and Ike comin in after that cause the Radiant games are the best FE games. MONADO BOI AND HERO OF THE BLUE FLAMES
5 Days Left. Assist trophy I'd like to see as a fighter? That'd be Lyndis. Ever since Brawl where there were only 2 FE peeps s on the roster. She's a great character (betterthanallthe3dtrash) and would actually give some origin variety given again, 4 3ds characters.
4 Days Left. Most unlikely yet desired newcomer? TETRIS! I say it a lot. Very unlikely. Not so much personally desired but i think it'd be really funny in the best way
3 Days Left. Very first Smash Bros memory. I guess that would be just...playing Smash 64 with my sisters. Making up stories going from fight to fight and pretending blue Fox was Falco. It was a simpler time.
2 Days Left. Greatest smash memory? Idk how great but my first 4 man 99 stock smash. I did it on a whim in Smash 64. 4 DKs in kongo jungle. It took forever. But as the lives fell and it narrowed down. I realized how much time i truly spent XD. I've done it in every smash since
ONE. DAY. LEFT. FAVORITE FIGHTER EVER? SHULK! SHULK IS BESTEST!
Smash is tomorrow y'all. Let's all have some fun!
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Hooo boy here we go! The long-awaited ressurrection chapter! I hope y'all enjoy <3 This might be the second-to-last chapter, so I also want to thank you guys so so much for sticking around with this story! I love you all you’re all amazing people, and I couldn’t have done this without your support <333
(And on a side-note, after that RIDICULOUS info-dump from the terrible and wonderful Liam O'Brien last thursday, I've updated Chapters 3 and 7 on AO3 to reflect his backstory! If you feel like it (and don't mind spoilers) go and take a look! It might put some more things into context and also it was a good way for me to vent about what happened because DAMN)   
Chapter 10: Copper, Goggles, Coat
Beau and Fjord helped Jester move the necromancer’s leather-bound tomes and rolls of parchment off of the stone slab and onto the floor. They pushed inkwells and folded-up papers aside, carefully slid gemstones and fragments of onyx away, stacked notes and spell components in heaps on the ground.
“I need a clear area,” Jester explained, glancing up from the scroll. “We’re going to have to lie him down on this table-thing.”
Fjord nodded. “Just let us know what to do,” he said.
She traced her finger along a line of text, invisible to the rest.
“I’m going to need those diamonds soon,” she said, “and some chalk. There are runes and sigils I need to copy onto the stone.”
As they looked around for a piece of chalk, Molly and Nott sat at the edge of the dais, eyes trained on the broken brick wall in the distance. They were waiting for Yasha’s return.
“Now that we’re done with all that,” Molly said quietly, “will you accept an apology from me?”
Nott, still staring at the tunnel entrance, shrugged. “I don’t know,” she said. “Guess it depends.”
“Depends?”
“Yeah. First, are you sorry? Really sorry?”
Molly raised an eyebrow. “Of course I am,” he said. “Of course.”
She nodded. “Alright. And will you do it again?”
Molly was not expecting this line of questioning, and floundered for an answer. “Er…no?” he tried. “Or, at least, I’ll do everything in my power not to let it happen again.”
She nodded again, and this time turned towards him. Her large yellow eyes shone in the faint light of Yasha’s torch, wedged between two stones and burning still.
“I’m not mad at you,” she said eventually. “I’m mad at myself. It wasn’t your fault. It could have happened with anybody. I just wish I had been there. Even if there wasn’t anything I could do, I wish I had been there.”
She gave him a long, thoughtful stare.
“I am glad you were there, at least. I think…I think Caleb is the sort of person that expected to be alone when he died. The sort…the sort that thinks when they go, nobody will care. So the fact that there was somebody there in the end, to hold him, that…that means a lot.”
Molly gazed upwards. The moon, through the tiny metal grate, was a bright speck in the distance.
“He doesn’t ask for much, does he?”
“No,” she said.
“He deserves the world.”
There was a short laugh from Nott. He looked back down, and saw a faint smile playing across her face.
“That’s why I forgive you,” she said. “That’s why I’m glad you two have each other.”
Molly’s expression softened. “He has you too.”
“Yes, but I can’t do anything for him,” Nott scoffed. “I’m a little goblin girl, hated by people. I can’t give him the knowledge he wants, I can’t teach him magic, he teaches me, I can’t defend him when he needs it, I can only give him a bit of coin every now and then—”
“No,” said Molly.
She blinked. “Sorry?”
“No,” Molly repeated. “You already give him what he needs. You make sure he knows he’s loved. You take care of him. You gave him someone to trust in and find happiness with. Money and power and all that are useless without the people that care about you.”
Nott fidgeted with her hands.
“Thanks, Molly,” she said eventually.
“You’re welcome,” he said. “Although that said, if you’ve got some extra gold, I did have to kill an awful lot of zombies and rotting flesh is really hard to clean up, so perhaps I could use a new coat—”
She reached up and cuffed him on the shoulder. “Beg Jester for money,” she said, “her mom’s rich.”
“Aw, come now—”
Yasha’s figure appeared in the distance. In her arms—which were angled awkwardly because of the large spear in the way—was Caleb’s body.
“How does he look?” Molly called as she approached.
“The same,” Yasha responded. “Maybe a little paler.”
“Do you need help?” Fjord asked, and then remembered who he was talking to. Yasha easily began to make her way up the steps.
“Put him down on the floor when you get here, please,” said Jester. “I am almost done with preparations.”
Molly walked over and peered at the stone surface. There was a white pentagon—narrow and a bit more than two feet in length—drawn on the tabletop, each point ending in a large circle filled with arcane scrolling that felt strangely familiar in an achingly distant way. He ignored this, likely a relic of his buried past, and continued to examine the rest of the markings. Jester had scrawled another series of runes along the edges of the pentagon, and at the very center was another circle, larger than the rest, connected to the five outer points and filled with even more strange symbols.
“I hope this is good enough,” Jester murmured. “I’ve never done something like this before.”
“I believe in you,” Fjord said firmly, and she gave a small smile.
“Now we need to make sure Caleb is good for the spell,” Jester said, just as Yasha cleared the top of the steps and placed his body on its side, at the ground by her Jester’s feet.
“Let me know when you need me to move him again,” Yasha said, and took a step back.
“Thanks.” Jester placed the scroll on the table and knelt down by Caleb. His hair was plastered against his forehead from the dampness in the air. His eyes were closed and his lips had turned a pale blue. Mud and dirt covered his coat, which was still pinned to his body by a five-foot spear. The shaft stuck out of his back.
“Raise Dead will cure all mortal wounds and neutralize any poisons,” Jester said, “but we’re going to have to get rid of that spear. It would probably be super bad for the spell and for Caleb if we tried to bring him back like that.”
The mental image almost made Molly laugh, and he immediately felt sick. He looked away.
Beau knelt down by Jester. “Here,” she said, “I’ll help.”
Jester nodded her thanks. “Ugh, this…this is going to be kind of nasty, but can you hold him still? I’m…I’m going to pull the spear back out.”
“Is that the best idea?” Nott asked. “What if it makes it worse?”
Jester and Beau considered Caleb’s body.
“He’s already as bad as it gets,” said Beau.
Fjord tried to give Nott a reassuring glance. “I’m sure it’ll be fine,” he said. “Magic can do some pretty crazy things.”
Though still mildly unconvinced, Nott relented. They all—minus Molly—watched with some parts sympathy, some parts horrid fascination, some parts nausea as Jester carefully began yanking on the weapon.
“He really liked that coat,” Nott sighed as they looked on.
“Maybe the hole won’t be so bad,” Fjord said, just as there was long, terrible squelching, followed by a vicious tearing sound, and the spear was pulled free. Jester gave it a complicated glance, and then tossed it aside. It rolled off the central dais and tumbled off the stairs and joined the corpses below. Molly watched it come to a standstill, and finally was able to look back at Caleb’s now-freed body.
“I coulda kept that,” said Beau.
“Why?” asked Fjord.
She shrugged. “Maybe Caleb would’ve wanted to see it or something.”
“He already saw it plenty,” Molly sighed. Then he turned to Jester. “Is that it? Are…are you going to start the ritual now?”
“Almost,” she said, and motioned for Yasha to help her move Caleb onto the slab. They placed him on the rune-marked surface so that his back was against the stone and his arms were at his sides. The top of the pentagon lay above his head, then two points just outside his shoulders, and the bottom two just under his waist. Jester regarded his positioning for a moment. Then when she seemed satisfied, she reached for the bag of diamonds. She placed a small pile—which was a considerable fortune in its own right—at the center of each of the lower circles. Then she moved around to stand behind Caleb’s head, and turned towards the others.
“When I start the spell,” she said, “I’m not exactly sure what will happen. But from what I can tell on this scroll, it requires three offerings from three different people to bring him back.”
“Offerings?” Fjord asked. “What sort of offerings?”
“Like money?” Yasha tried.
“No,” Jester said, and then corrected herself. “Well, I guess it could be money, but all it needs to be is something you give or do or say that’s meaningful to…to the person you are trying to bring back. So, something meaningful to Caleb.”
There was a brief silence as they thought about this.
“Okay,” said Nott, stepping forward. “I’ll do one.”
Jester nodded, and there was a faint smile on her face. “I figured you would,” she said. “I…I kind of want to do something too, but since I’m performing the ritual I’m not sure I can.”
“I-I will,” and the group turned around in surprise to see Beau step forward as well, fidgeting now under the attention. She looked like she wanted to back away, but steeled herself and said, “I have something.”
Nott gave her a curious look, and Jester only hesitated slightly before saying, “Okay. Good. That just leaves one more.”
Molly took a deep breath. “I’d be lying if I said this wasn’t something I needed to do.”
Jester’s smile softened slightly. “Of course.” Then she nodded decisively. “Alright, everyone. If you’re ready…?”
There was a small chorus of agreement.
“Okay,” she said, and smoothed her hands down over the scroll. “Let’s bring him back.”
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Nott stood in front of Caleb. Tears ran down her face.
“When I met you in that dinky little prison cell,” she started slowly, “I just thought you were a pile of rags someone had thrown into the corner and forgot about. And then…and then when you started moving, and I realized you were a person, I thought the guards had thrown us in together to see which one of us would kill the other first. And maybe they did. But…but instead, I met a person who didn’t care what I was, and bothered to talk to me. And I know you think of me like a little sister, but…but…well, you are also very important to me. You were the first human I’d met in a long time that didn’t run away from me or try…or try to hurt me. You talked to me. You smiled at me. You asked me if I had a name. You gave me your water and shared your coat when it was cold and you…you made me feel like a real person. Even though we were strangers. Even though I was a goblin. It didn’t matter. And when we started travelling together, you taught me so many things. You taught me to be brave. To stand my ground and fight for other people. To make friends, and to trust. And…and…you taught me to do this.”
She reached into her pouch and pulled out a single, thin copper wire. She wrapped it around her finger and cupped her hands together.
“I promised I would protect you,” she whispered. “And I swore I would always look out for you like you looked out for me. So…so come back, Caleb. Come back, and we can keep looking out for each other. And please…please respond to this message.”
And as she lowered her hands and stood before the stone slab that held Caleb’s body, the blue light surrounding the ritual flared for a moment. When it faded, the circle by Caleb’s left shoulder was glowing.
“It worked,” Jester breathed softly. “It worked. Good job, Nott! Now…now we need the next offering.”
Beau stepped forwards as Nott backed up, returning to stand with the others.
The monk had her blue sash in her hands, and was rubbing it nervously.
“I don’t…er…I don’t know much about what happens after you die,” she started tentatively, and looked to Jester for reassurance.
The tiefling gave her an encouraging nod, and she took a deep breath and turned back to Caleb. “My…my family always said that if you were good, you’d get brought to the side of the gods or something like that. But…but I don’t know. About gods, or anything like that. And…well…I’ve been knocked down before. Not…obviously not as bad as you. But whenever that happened, it always got really dark. And…and I know how hard it is to be lost in the dark. Which is why it was always nice to have you around, y’know? ‘Cause…’cause you were always ready to give us some light. And I know you told me once that making lights isn’t a big deal, but it is for the rest of us. Or…or it is for me, at least. So maybe this is a stupid metaphor, and maybe I’m just being an idiot, but I thought it might be my turn. To bring you some light.”
And she reached around the back of her head and tugged on the strap of her darkvision goggles. She pulled them over her bun and carefully placed them on Caleb’s forehead.
“Maybe it’s stupid,” she said again, “but…but…but I thought you’d like it. After all, neither of us can see for shit, and it isn’t fair that I hog these all the time. We’re always getting on your case about sharing, so fair’s fair. Come…come back, alright? Come back so I can share my shit with you. We…we’re the only empire kids, and I know you’ve been through some shit but we…we…Team Human, right? We’ve got to stick together. So…so come back, alright?”
And then she backed away, moving behind Jester. When, after a few seconds, nothing happened, Beau looked down at the ground and muttered something under her breath. Jester almost broke away from channeling the magic to go reassure her, but then—
—the circle on Caleb’s right began to glow.
“You did it,” Yasha murmured softly, and Beau looked up in surprise. “You did it.”
“Good work, Beau!” Jester said excitedly. Then her tone got more serious as she prompted, gently, “Molly? It is your turn now. Last one.”
Mollymauk took a tentative step forward. Then he steeled himself and crossed the rest of the distance towards the stone slab, passing Beauregard and Nott, passing Jester, until he was standing over Caleb’s unmoving form. The blue glow of the ritual softened his piercing red eyes.
He took a deep breath. “I…I said something to you, once—well, twice now—because it was something I wanted to tell you. I wanted you to know how important you were to me, how much you’ve changed my life in the short time we’ve known each other. I wanted you to know that you mattered much, much more than you thought you did, and that there are people out there who would…who would miss you if you were gone. All of that was true. Every word.”
He wiped at the corner of his eyes with his sleeves.
“But I didn’t think you thought of me as anything more than a colorful distraction. I thought…I thought you were just hanging around for protection, or for safety. And I was more than willing to just be a pretty face in the crowd,” he said, and gave a short laugh. “After all, what have I got to offer you? And then…and then the most marvelous thing happened. You started telling me about yourself. You came to me, to talk to me. You wanted to spend time with me. Nobody…not many people have ever really wanted to do that. And I finally find out that you, all this time, you felt the same way about me. I still can’t believe it. I still can’t bloody believe it.”
And he gingerly shrugged his coat off, thinking back to that night when Caleb had fallen asleep on his bed, the first night he had come to visit and had trusted Molly with his darkest secret, the night that had given him so much hope and had convinced Molly to keep chasing and keep believing, and swung the brilliant and colorful fabric over the wizard’s cold form.
“Your…uh…your coat kind of got fucked up. Personally I’d blame it on Jester, but she’s the one casting this ritual, so maybe we shouldn’t. We can blame Fjord instead. But you can borrow mine, for now. I know it’s showier than you probably would want, but I hope it works.” He cracked a smile. “I quite like the way it looks on you, you know.”
And then his expression softened into something more serious, and something much more desperate.
“Please wake up,” he said, “wake up and give me more stories. Ask me again for a fortune. Speak your silly languages at me. Tell me…”
He swallowed, knelt down so his face was level with Caleb’s, and tried to keep his voice from breaking. “Tell me again that you love me,” he whispered. “Please, tell me again. I love you too, Caleb. Please, I love you too.”
The last chalk circle lying above Caleb’s head exploded with a brilliant, radiant light, before quickly fading back into the dull blue of the others. Molly almost backed away, but forced himself to remain by Caleb’s side.
And Jester closed her eyes, and all around them Caleb’s body began to glow. Then the light began to swell, growing brighter and brighter and as it did, they watched the gaping wound on his chest began to slowly knit itself back together. The ripped flesh became whole, the blood faded away, the muscles repaired themselves until there was nothing left but clean skin under a torn linen shirt.
And when the light faded, they all stared at the unmoving body on the slab, holding their breath in anticipation and fear and worry and hope.
And then there was a sharp, deep inhale, and air flooded back into Caleb’s lungs. The ashen color of his skin faded into his usual pale pink, though still a bit paler than usual, and the painful dark purple drained away from his lips.
And slowly, ever so slowly, Caleb opened his eyes.
He looked up at the distant moon through the tiny, tiny grate high above in the ceiling. His brow furrowed with faint surprise.
“Wo ist das Feuer?” he mumbled weakly.
He gingerly moved his elbows and struggled to sit up, and only then did he see the rest of the Mighty Nein staring back at him, eyes wide with shock and surprise and delight and relief and—
He blinked in confusion. “Er…hello, everyone?” he said, this time in Common. “What…what just happened?”
Nott lunged forwards, leaping into a flying tackle, launching herself onto the stone slab and swinging her arms around his upper body. She buried her head into his chest and began to sob. The rest let out a collective sigh of relief. Fjord put his hand on Jester’s shoulder and Beau let go of her sash.
“You were dead!” Nott cried, words muffled by tears and hiccups and Caleb’s coat. “You were dead, a zombie killed you, you were dead! But then…but then…Jester brought you back.”
Caleb craned his neck to see Jester. “You…you brought me back…?” he murmured.
“It wasn’t only me,” she said quickly. “Beau and Nott and Molly helped.”
He was quiet for a moment. And then:
“Thank you, all of you.”
She nodded rapidly, and then when she couldn’t contain herself any longer, ran around the slab and threw herself against him for her own hug. “It worked,” she sobbed, “it worked! Oh, it worked, you’re okay, you’re okay!”
He reached an arm around and gave her a pat on the back. “You really are the Cleric,” he said softly, and her cries were interrupted by giggles.
“Thanks for not being dead forever,” Beau said from the side. “I want my goggles back now.”
A faint smile crept across Caleb’s face as he felt for his forehead and found the darkvision goggles nestled in his hair. He took them off with one hand and passed them over to Beau who, despite herself, grinned.
“Welcome back,” said Fjord with a smile of his own. “Don’t do that again, alright?”
“I’ll do my best,” Caleb chuckled. Next his gaze fell on Yasha, who standing at the half-orc’s side.
She nodded at him. Caleb nodded back.
And finally, transaction completed, he turned to his side where Mollymauk was kneeling nervously and searching Caleb’s face with his eyes for…for…for something. Caleb tried on a sheepish grin.
“So…” he asked slowly, “did you mean what you said?”
“You heard?” Molly whispered.
“Every time,” Caleb said, and then corrected himself. “Well, the first time I only heard. But the second time, and just now, I think…I think I understood.”
Molly’s shoulders relaxed, and he laughed softly. He got up and sat on the slab by Caleb’s side. “I meant every word,” he said.
“Oh,” Caleb said, and his cheeks began to color. He looked down. “Oh, good. I am glad for that.”
“You sly bastard,” Molly sighed, and now a pure, almost childlike joy radiated from his face. Then he turned towards Nott and Jester and gave them pleading looks. After a second, Nott grudgingly sighed and she and Jester slid off of the slab to stand back with the rest and allow the two of them a private moment.
“You damn wizard,” Molly grinned when the girls left. “You absolute, arcane menace. That’s got to be a misuse of magic.”
“Verzeihung,” Caleb apologized, though a faint, cheeky quirk played at the edges of his mouth. “Next time I should warn you before I cast it?”
“Yes, but I’ll forgive you,” Molly said, and slid his hand around the back of Caleb’s neck. “Only because you basically admitted the same thing to me. We’re square.”
Mindful of his horns, he pressed his forehead against Caleb’s and breathed a long, deep, relieved exhale. Then he closed his eyes, but the tears still fell.
“I’m so sorry,” he whispered. “I’m so, so sorry.”
Caleb put a hand on Molly’s shoulder. “It wasn’t your fault,” he said, closing his eyes as well. “You did everything right. It wasn’t your fault.”
Molly’s body shook, but he gave a faint nod.
“I…I am sorry I left you alone down there,” Caleb murmured.
“It’s alright,” Molly breathed. “it’s alright. You’re back now.”
He took a moment to compose himself, and then leaned back. “Just don’t do it again, okay? Don’t…don’t leave me again, okay?”
Caleb smiled. His eyes were soft and his thumb rubbed a circle on Molly’s shoulder. “Okay,” he said. “Okay.”
“If anything, I’ve only got this one coat so if you get stabbed again, I won’t have another to give you.”
Caleb laughed. It was loud, and happy, and the most incredible sound Molly had ever heard.
“I suppose I should get that hole fixed,” he said, “so you do not have to give me your clothes to wear.”
“If you’d like to wear my clothing you only have to ask, dear,” Molly grinned, and Caleb blushed.
Then they turned and looked at the rest of the group.
“You guys can turn back around now,” Molly laughed. “It’s not like we were kissing or anything.”
As Caleb’s face turned a deeper scarlet, Jester pouted. “Aw, man,” she said, spinning back around, “what was even the point then?”
“I didn’t wanna see any mushy shit,” said Beau, but her expression wasn’t quite as hard as she meant it to be.
Nott climbed back onto the stone slab. “Alright, Mollymauk, move. I’ve still got some hugging to do.”
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“I’m taking these,” said Beau, and scooped the remaining diamonds off of the ground. “If any of you other fuckers die, we’ll be ready.”
Fjord sighed, but helped her place them into the haversack regardless. “Hopefully we won’t need them, but that’s a good idea,” he said.
“Could somebody grab those scrolls?” Caleb asked. “I would like to look at them later.”
Nott shoved them into her bag, and as they crinkled Caleb winced slightly, but he thanked her anyways.
“Here’s some daggers too,” said Molly. “Not exactly sure if you want them, since—”
“Hand ‘em here,” said Nott, “I want them.”
“Does anybody need these onyx stones?” Yasha asked. “There are a few here.”
“Maybe take them just in case,” said Molly. “We might need to break them or something. Oh, and would you mind carrying the necromancer down too? I’ve got some matches, we can burn him before we go.”
“Did you search his pockets yet?” Caleb asked.
Jester turned around and flashed seven new rings stacked on her fingers. “I did!” she said. “He had a lot of jewelry.”
“I hope those aren’t cursed,” said Beau, and Jester blanched and began rapidly pulling them off.
“I can set him on fire if we need,” said Caleb, but Molly quickly shushed him.
“You were dead five minutes ago. You’re not even going to walk out of the chamber by yourself.”
“Molly—”
“No. Doctor’s orders.”
“You’re not a doctor,” said Nott. “The closest you’ve ever been to a doctor was that time you put scrambled eggs on your—”
“New subject,” said Fjord, sighing again. “Please.”
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“And then Yasha was all like ‘go away,’ and she hit the zombie with her sword! And then Fjord was like ‘ahhhh I’m weak and I don’t have a lot of strength’ so I tried to run over and heal him but—”
“Now, hang on, I don’t think it went exactly like that.”
They made their way back through the tunnels, heading south towards the exit. Every once and a while, a strange noise would set them on edge, or a finger would look like it was moving, but nothing came out to attack them. Their progress was somewhat slowed by stopping to drop matches on the uncovered zombies, and mentally reminding themselves to let the Gentleman know about the still-buried ones. As they walked, Jester continued narrating the battle for Caleb, who was being helped by Mollymauk’s shoulder and trailed closely by a still somewhat-nervous Nott.
“And then something super weird happened! There was this crazy purple light and suddenly the necromancer started freaking out! There was something wrong with his phylact-thingy, and he was super duper hurting! And so we all started attacking all over again, or most of us since Beau and Fjord were unconscious, and then finally the light was so bright and he was freaking out so much and then Nott, oh my gosh you’re going to be so impressed, Nott pointed her crossbow up at him and was like ‘fuck you,’ and she shot him and she hit him and the bolt went right through his hood and hit the gemstone and it exploded! And then he died.”
“Wow,” said Caleb, “That is impressive,” and Nott blushed a darker green. “I am sorry I missed that.”
“That’s okay,” said Jester, leaning over and giving him a pat on the hand. And then she made a face and said, “You know, I am covered in rotting zombie parts. And after hugging you, there is a lot of mud on my dress. And…you know what that means we should do!”
Nott reached for her flask. “Don’t say it,” she pleaded, “don’t say we should—”
“Go get baths!” Jester cheered, nearly punching the just-resurrected Caleb with her excited fist. “We need baths! A hot bath and lots and lots of laundry done. I never want to go underground again.”
“Please,” said Molly. “I’m disgusting.”
Caleb nodded. “I believe I could use some washing-up as well,” he said. “And I would like to avoid the sewers for some time.”
“Do you think you’ve got an infection?” Beau asked. “You were on the ground for a while.”
Jester put her hand on Caleb’s arm. “I will cure your diseases if you need me to,” she said. And then she paused and added, “Tomorrow. Today I am tapped.”
“Thank you,” Caleb smiled. “Truly, though, thank you. I…I admit that I never thought I would be resurrected should I fall.”
“Oh, well, it was nothing,” Jester said, “it was a spell scroll and all that but don’t ask me for it again because I have no spells right now and also the scroll disintegrated after I cast it.”
“That…that is not…” Caleb sighed. “That is not entirely what I meant, but thank you.”
Jester frowned. “What did you mean—”
Molly’s stomach sank as he realized. “Of course, Caleb, of course we would bring you back. We almost went crazy trying to figure out what to do before your soul got stolen and we fought the crazy necromancer and we found that scroll.”
“I…thank you,” he said, and then in a tone so hushed only Molly could hear, he whispered, “I did not think I deserved it. But…after what you said to me…I am glad it happened.”
Molly scoffed. “Of course,” he murmured back. “We can talk about this later, dear, but for now let’s get you cleaned up.” And then he raised his voice and grinned to the group, “Baths! And hopefully this time there won’t be any black puddings that try to eat us.”
“If there are,” Beau grinned, “they can eat you first.” And Molly laughed.
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scarlett-olivier · 6 years
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10 (30?) Questions Writing Game
Hey, y'all. I've been meaning to do this for a hot minute now. Ever since I got tagged by our lovely @faireladypenumbra. So without further ado, lets get started.
1. What do you hope to communicate to your audience with your WIP?
Find the people who appreciate you for you. Even the best of us have hard times. Finally, even if you've had a really shitty past, or are currently in a shitty situation, you can still be the hero of your own story and possibly to someone else too. ^.^
2. What do you find the hardest to write? (Ex: emotion, humor, seduction, etc...)
Anything fast paced is notoriously difficult for me to write. Humor, wit, action, any of those things that live in the fast lane, and are usually just a one-two punch, are horrendous labor. They take forever to write (I'm sure there's some kind of irony in that statement). I love for my audience to be able to savor the moment and live vicariously through my characters, so fast paced moments always feel well, rushed and forced to me. It takes at least 4 drafts of the scene for me to feel alright about it.
3. How bad do you feel your first draft was/is?
Oh, my, holey spacerocks batman, was it awful. POV breaks, spelling errors (their mostly. I before E my ASS. My peeps, beware of the grammar fuckery, it abounds everywhere.), wrong verb usage, and just all around plot and flow shittiness. I kept some of it, but 2/3 got hit in the face with a rusty crowbar, shoved right up in the payload area of a rocket, and blasted off into the sun.
4. What is your favorite genre to read? Write?
Fantasy. To both. All the fantasy. Gimme.
5. Who have you based your style of writing off of?
Honestly, I'd like to think that I've picked up bits and pieces from a multitude of various authors' style and garishly sewed it all together to fashion my own personal brand of magnificent monstrosity. However if you forced me to narrow it down to three specific authors, I'd have to say... Edgar Allen Poe, Jane Austen, and Angie Sage.
6. What made you want to publish your work?
I ran out of books on my bookshelf, and I'd read the ones I had to the point I could almost recite them by rote. While I was writing my first story, I thought that my problem could be someone else problem too, and it was selfish of me to hoard these stories I kept on inventing to myself when someine out there might like them. So, I decided to share.
7. What have you had to research the most for your WIP?
How to write. Due to my upbringing's effect on my mental health, and the fact that I'm a high school drop out deciding to get together and tag team my self confidence into the nearest portapotty and flip it down a hill, I'm incredibly hypercritical of my own abilities. Therefore, I acknowledge that I lack the ability to judge my own work properly and rely heavily upon research, beta readers, and critique partner feedback to appropriately improve and turn out a quality product.
8. What character do you like (that you've written) the least?
Hmmm...... Merlin. He's a douchenozzle in a saint's disguise. If he were real, I'd have to punch him. Repeatedly. In the face.
9. Are you basing any of your WIP off your life and what would it be ( if not to spoiler - ex: people, places, situations)?
Finally, an easy question! Yes and no. Every author draws inspiration from life, but as far as specific instances or anything of that nature? No.
10. Who would you dedicate you book to?
My mom, my daughter, my fiancee, and my critique partner. Without them, the book would've never happened, for whatever reason.
11. If you could steal one idea from a famous author, what would it be?
I dunno. Honestly, even if I were able to do that morally, what would I possibly DO with it? I think the reason some stories are timeless is, in part, due to the author. They've poured their heart and soul into their work, breathing a life into it that could've only been so perfectly captured by them. Even if I took the idea, it wouldnt turn out the same in the end. For example, my Frankenstein would be vastly different from Mary Shelley's, simply because we're two different people with different values, morals, beliefs, and standards. I'm not saying my version would've been bad, per se, but it definitely wouldn't have been Mary Shelley. In ancient times, it was thought that the story (carried by the muses) chose the author, and the author had minimal control over what story they were to write, and I kind of follow that line of thinking.
12. What's been the hardest to write in your WIP so far? (Ex: beginnings, middles, ends, etc.)
Beginnings are the bane of my existence. Like I said before, I'm hypercritical of my abilities, so during the beginning of a story (before I get into the flow of things) I spend a ludicrous amount of time going over, and over, and over, and over my starts. On the plus side though, by the time I'm somewhat satisfied by the "first draft" of my beginning, the rest seems to fly by in comparison. Just gotta get over that initial hump. 😉😜
13. Which characters in your WIP get along the worst? The best?
I'd have to say Merek and Rowan, as the worst. As the best.... Cassandra and Nimue.
14. Tea, coffee, water, or nothing when working?
Tea, mostly. Tea is life. Followed by Redbull and Pepsi. I rarely drink coffee.
15. Is your desk organized or messy?
*eyes a particularly large stack of objects suspiciously.* Hang on a sec. *sweeps the uppermost of the stacks onto the floor with both arms.* Amazeballs! I actually have a desk! How long has that been there?!
16. Can you summarize your favorite piece of writing (that you've created)?
Orphaned girl gets captured by strange creatures and thrown into a world not her own, where she's informed she will finds out that not only is she NOT an orphan, but she will have to fight one of her parents to the death for the fate of the multiverse.
17. How long have you been working on your current WIP?
About a year and a half? Ish. It will, hopefully soon, be my first published novel. 😸😸😸😸
18. Sum up your main characters in three words. (Sorry, not a question)
Nimue- Troubled, stubborn, curious
19. What time of day are you most productive?
1 bloody a.m., when I'm trying to sleep.
20. What's your favorite fictional place?
Neverland. Because Alliteration. Magnificent Murderous Mermaids....
😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😄
21. What book inspired you to write the most?
Probs a toss up between T.A. Barron's The Lost Years of Merlin series, Tamora Pierce's The Circle Opens series, and Cecelia Dart-Thornton's The Bitterbynde series. I love all of them.
22. Do you write by hand, type, or some combination of the two?
Both. I prefer to type because it's far easier on my hands and joints, but writing by hand seems to improve my productivity. Not that I have the option of typing atm... My fan quit on my laptop and I can't afford the replacement part for it. 😭😭😭😭 why, wiritng gods, WHY?!
23. A book you would recommend to anyone?
Well, unfortunately, there is no such thing as a one-size-fits-all book. Books are usually targeted towards a specific audience, and will tend to go over better with that audience, than with those aren't part of that particular grouping. A book recommendation is a highly personalized experience based on a variety of factors such as; age, gender, orientation, beliefs, and morality.
29. What is the one thing you NEED while writing, that isn't necessarily a writing tool?
Scully, my skull shaped pillow, a warm blanket, and music. 😆 I know you said one thing. I lumped them all together under the comfort umbrella. Comfortability is a major factor in my productivity levels. If I'm in pain, those levels drop, sharply.
25. How much time do you spend writing?
Ideally? When I'm not in the midst of a pain flare up, 30hrs a week is pretty typical.
If I'm in the middle of a flare up? 10 to 15hrs per week. I hate myself for it all the time.
26. How much time do you wish you spent writing?
Again, ideally, I would wish to spend about 8hrs a day, 5x a week on writing. This would leave the weekends open for time with my loved ones.
27. Do you set writing goals? If so, what is your writing goal for this year?
Oh boy. I set myself some unrealistic goals. They are as follows;
- Finish writing my horror short story, edit, and publish it.
- Finish editing my novel 'Something Wicked'
- Send out ARC copies of my novel
- Set a solid publishing time table and sales goal for my novel.
28. What's you favorite POV to write in?
Limited third person will always be my go to.
29. How may WIPs do you currently have?
One short story, two novels.
30. What is your favorite thing about writing?
Watching the world, that had previously only been a seed in my imagination, bloom into it's multi-tiered glory.
And so concludes the 30 questions game! Thank you again, to @faireladypenumbra for the tag. Sorry it took me so long to get around to. Also, in return, I'm tagging @alisonhaines and @alittleredfinch. I hope y'all enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed answering the questions. ^.^ Hope y'all have a lovely day.
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Tension
Another installment of my Z-Nation fanfic! No stealing, please. It actually took me 2 days and a lot of work to do this, so I’d be super sad and have to hunt you down and steal your soul (kidding…maybe).
Warnings: MATURE LANGUAGE, creepy men, and a tiny little bit of sexual stuff (so awkward to write, even for a married person).
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Over the course of the next couple of days, my nerves are stretched tight. Murphy, of course, is the main reason. Not to mention how everyone in the group keeps looking at me as if I’m about to lose myself and start acting like Murphy’s pet. The only exception is 10k, who isn’t on his guard, but is most definitely coping in his own way. If looks could kill, Murphy would be six feet under by now. He also seems more distant than usual from me…I am somehow magically being paired up with other people for watches and raids, now.
He probably told them to separate us. I thought he cared? What happened to the kiss we had? I couldn’t have been the only one that felt the connection…is it because he sees me as a monster now?
I have no idea what his deal is, but it is ripping my insides apart. What doesn’t help is, of course, Murphy’s part in my nerves fraying. He has kept true to his word about making me his little puppet, of course. Mostly.
We stop off the main route for some R&R, at least for the night. 10k immediately jumps out of the truck to set up a fire, and the rest of us slowly get out of the truck to help. Well, everyone else does. They still want me to relax and heal my shoulder a little more before doing anything, so I sit with Murphy on the tailgate.
The camp is set up swiftly and I hop down from the truck to grab my stuff, thinking about heading to the little stream we passed about five minutes ago to wash up. I briefly lift my nearly-empty canteen to my lips when I feel a slight…pull toward the truck.
I glance toward Murphy. “What are you staring at?” He is slightly squinting at me in concentration. I feel another tug, this time an urge to give him the canteen. My eyes narrow.
“Murphy, you ass, I can feel you in my head. You have your own water. Piss off mine, stop being so lazy, and get your own”.
The urge intensifies tenfold into a full-blown need, and my brow starts to sweat from the effort of resisting. My hand shakes and starts to move toward him, handing him my canteen. I fight for control over my body, losing more and more ground with every passing second. With one last-ditch effort at keeping my free will, I yank the water back to my face and drain the rest of the contents, upending it like a frat boy would a cheap beer.
“Eat my ass”, I grumble to him after I finish, my left eye twitching ceaselessly. I toss the container into my pack and throw it over my shoulder.
There are a few grumbles from the group and I turn to see them all staring at me, even 10k. They must have seen the little stand-off between me and Murphy.
“I’m not his puppet. Satisfied yet? Can y'all stop staring at me now?”, I crab at them, throwing my arms up in frustration.
“Well, at least we know it’s still Tally”, Vasquez huffs out.
Addy just smiles and throws an arm around my shoulders. Warren tries to cover up a small smile. 10k just looks more conflicted than I’ve ever seen him.
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After about 10 minutes, it is decided that 10k will go with me to the stream. The rest of the group will take turns after we take watch for each other. He seems hesitant at first, almost unwilling to go with me, and I feel my eye starting to twitch again.
I stomp off ahead of him. I can still hear him behind me and I know that no Zs will touch him while I have anything to say about it. I have nothing to worry about but his safety, now.
I’m about half-dead, anyway. Fuck it.
I reach the edge of the stream and kick my boots off. I pull my shirt over my head and drop it to the small rocks that surround the stream’s bed and prick the bottoms of my bare feet. I hear a gasp behind me and slightly turn to see 10k’s blushing face snap away from me. His eyes are even wide from the side of his face, and there is no mistaking the awkward little smirk on his face as he purses his lips.
Unbothered by him seeing me, I slide my fatigue pants off and wade into the freezing stream. Modesty went out the window when the world ended, at least for me. I still feel heat creep up my neck in spite of the cold water at the idea of him seeing me naked. It isn’t embarrassment I feel at the idea….it’s more of a pleasure. It’s not like my body is bad or anything. I mean, my breasts aren’t exactly huge, but I still have curves in spite of constant malnutrition.
I go to work scrubbing every inch of my body clean with the cheap shampoo/conditioner/body wash combo the group found in a gas station. It isn’t exactly classy, but it works and my body nearly hums with pleasure at getting clean. The water is a shock to my system, but I grit my teeth and force myself to get over it. I take extra care with my shoulder, ensuring I get it sanitized and wash all the….Murphy saliva….out of it. It’s definitely healing more quickly than I expected. It is already scabbed up, showing both sets of teeth perfectly etched into my skin forever.
I dip my dark hair back into the water, rinsing the soap out of it, and let my body go under the clear water completely. I sit there on the bottom of the stream for a moment, enjoying the peace of the silent world under the water, and how the gentle current moves my hair around my face. Finally, I come back up, letting my curls fall around my shoulders and over my breasts, covering them.
Forget zombie blend. I’m a fucking mermaid, bitches.
The thought makes me smile. I look up to 10k’s stiff form. His shoulders are rigid and I think I can still make out a slight blush on his cheeks and the back of his neck. I wade back to him and my backpack and step out of the water.
“10k”.
He stiffens a little more before relaxing again. His head turns just barely to the side to acknowledge me.
“Before all of this…did you ever, ya know, see a girl naked?”
I know that the group always jokes about him being a virgin and all, but you never know. I was a virgin too, but I let a couple people see me naked before. I was only 15 then, but I’m 18 now, and it’s been a while, dammit.
His eyes widen and he shifts from foot to foot awkwardly. “Ah, erm, no?”
“10k, look at me. It’s okay”, I mutter. I reach my hand out and lightly grasp his shoulder, turning him to face my naked form. His eyes immediately shift to the sky, down to the ground, to the side, and pretty much anywhere I’m not. He licks his lips, which is a habit of his that shouldn’t affect me as much as it does.
I touch his hot cheek. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s just me”. His eyes finally move to me, looking me in the eyes before flashing down and taking in my form, lingering on my hips and breasts.
I slide his rifle back around his back and step toward him, bringing his body closer to mine. I take one of his hands and place it on my bare hip, letting his fingers skim my cool skin. I don’t think his face can get any redder, but it definitely does as I guide his other hand up my torso and toward my chest, letting it go as it reaches my ribs.
He hesitates, hand trembling slightly, before inching it up toward my bare chest and finally cupping my small breast in his calloused hand. My eyes flutter closed at the sensation and goosebumps erupt across my skin. I reopen my eyes and grab the back of his neck before pulling him down to my lips.
A low grunt comes from the back of his throat as my fingers lace into the hair peeking out from the bottom of his red bandana, and one hand glides to my back, exploring up and down my naked flesh, the other hand lightly squeezing my chest. We both pant in between kisses, but don’t break away. One of my hands drifts down his chest, where I can feel the quick, hard rhythm of his heart, to his belt buckle, and then slips down into the front of his pants. My fingers brush something hot and smooth and hard and he jumps lightly, bringing my small form closer to his lean body and groaning softly-
The crack of a branch alerts us both to someone’s presence, and I reach around 10k’s waist to the back of his pants, gripping the pistol lodged there. He raises his rifle and I snap around with the pistol in my hands, searching for the intruder. My heart is still pounding from the sexual tension, and now this new adrenaline has it hammering against my ribcage.
Three men step around a tree, grasping weapons of their own and grinning. They all take in my form, and their grins grow even wider. I feel slimy all of a sudden, like I need another bath, and it’s not at all how I felt when 10k was looking at me. All my internal alarms are blaring…these men don’t feel right. There’s something definitely wrong about them, twisted.
The men’s eyes widen when they see the bitemarks on my shoulder, 10k steps in front of me, shielding me with his own body.
He must have seen their looks too.
“Well, what have we here? Those look like bite marks, and you’re definitely not a Z. Your little boyfriend getting a little rough? Or are you something else?”, the man in the front of the trio drawls. He is scrawny, bony, and half his teeth are missing. The other half are rotting. I make him out as the leader.
Gross.
I move to grab my clean tee, gun still pointed at the men.
“Ah ah ah”, Scrawny nearly hollers. I start and straighten back up, leaving the shirt where it is. “Now don’t go doing that. We wanna play too”. Scrawny’s minions chuckle cruelly and my face heats up. They start to advance on us and 10k racks the bolt of his rifle, stopping them.
“Fuck you”, I spit, “go the fuck back to whatever circle of Hell you crawled out of”.
“Aw, honey, don’t be like that. Why don’t you step around and come with us. I can show you what a real man is like”.
“Okay, first off, gag”, I make a retching sound that causes the men to scowl. “I’m just fine here, thanks”.
The man barks out a laugh. “We weren’t asking, honey. There aren’t many bitches around these days, and we aren’t going to pass this opportunity up. Plus, you might be worth something with those bites.”. 10k tenses up even more than he was and a low growl comes from his gritted teeth.
The men advance again and 10k pulls the trigger, hitting the man to the right of the leader between his eyes and dropping him. Before the others could react with their own shots, I step around 10k and shoot the leader in the neck. He grabs his neck and falls to his knees, drowning in his own blood. 10k picks off the last one while I shoot the leader again, in the head this time.
Once we are sure they are all dead, 10k wraps me in his arms, which presses my face deep into his shirt. I inhale his scent–woods and leaves and something sweet. I didn’t realize before during the standoff, but I’m trembling like crazy, my knees nearly knocking together. After some of my shaking subsides, 10k tosses my clothes at me and then hurriedly bathes (after me ordering him to clean up) while I crouch stiffly by our supplies.
I’m such a monster. Another mark to add to my collection. Why couldn’t they have just left us alone?
I am watching so acutely for any signs of another intruder that I nearly take out 10k when he approaches me, fully clothed.
“Whoa, it’s just me”, he raises his hands slightly in a surrender. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding and roll my eyes.
He reaches out and runs his thumb over my shirt where my shoulder marks are, his face growing sad. “I’m so sorry this happened to you, Tally. I should have protected you…”
“Is that why you’ve been avoiding me? You think this is your fault?”, I gesture to my wounds. “Well, it’s not. I would die protecting you. That’s on me. That’s my decision. You would do the same, and I know it, so don’t feel guilty. I’m still alive for now, and I don’t want to spend the rest of my life with you distancing yourself from me”.
“Okay. I’m sorry…I just-after what happened to Cassandra…I just hate the idea of having to mercy you too”, he says. He looks away from me, and I step forward, grabbing his face in both my hands.
“I’m not Cassandra…so can I have my watch buddy back? Can we move forward and past this?”, I nod toward my bites.
“I know”, he nods, “And okay. I’ll try. I promise”. He gazes at my face for a long time before pulling me in for a light kiss. “Come on, we have to get back to the group”.
He catches me looking back toward where the bodies of the men are and grabs my hand, squeezing it.
“Its not your fault, Tally…”
“I guess. But three more humans are dead…I killed another human. When will it end?”
He grabs my arm and pulls me close to him again, and in spite of everything, I finally feel safe for the first time in years
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