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The Art of Redemption

(part 2)

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Despite blatantly violating the posted speed limit, Beth-Anne feels as if the drive between her house and Nikolai’s is taking far too long. She’s terrified of what she might find when she gets there, and her mind is flooded with worst-case scenarios like an unending reel of nightmares playing in her anxious brain. She questions everything; her decision not to stay on the phone with him, the extra minute she’d taken to text Stan, each tiny action or choice she’d made since hearing his voice tonight.

Anything could have happened in the last several minutes. Anything.

You have to calm down, she orders herself. You aren’t going to be of any use to him like this.

The problem is, she isn’t confident that she knows how to calm herself. She’s faced a lot of loss in her life and she’s never coped particularly well with it. Losing someone she loved had nearly sent her over the edge before, and the recollection of that makes the thought of losing Nikolai even more unbearable.

What would Stan tell her to do in these circumstances?

Think of something positive. A good memory. A time when you were hopeful and happy.

Yes, that’s it. She's had many happy, hopeful times over the past ten years. Being able to come back to the figure skating world after believing that part of her life was over, working side-by-side with her friend and former coach, getting to know Nikolai and watching him grow as a person and flourish as an athlete; all of that camaraderie, love and support has sustained her and taught her how to find hope and happiness within herself.

Everything will be okay. It has to be.

She remembers the day she first met Nikolai Pavlenko. It was on a Thursday in late July. School was out for the summer and most skating lessons and group classes were on a pause as well. Only the serious athletes were still at the rink when everybody else was at the park or the beach.

Beth-Anne herself had been spending as much time as possible at the beach. As a physical education teacher at an all-girls private school, she was largely free during July and August, and she preferred to spend the time outdoors, hiking, swimming, puttering around in her garden or working on her tan. Although she still skated at her local community centre for fun and exercise, going to the rink in July wasn't anywhere near the top of her to-do list.

So, when she'd received a call from Stan, asking if she'd come and join him at a practice session for a couple of his students, she was intrigued. Slightly suspicious, naturally, but certainly intrigued.

"Why would you want me to do that?" she asked.

"I have a very unique problem," Stan told her. "I have two potential champions on my hands. Absolutely top-tier talent."

"And?"

"I can't manage them both, can I? I thought you might like to meet them. Maybe pick one."

"Pick one? For what?"

"To coach," Stan said, his tone implying he shouldn't have had to point that out.

"I have a job, Stan."

"This Thursday at ten o'clock. Be there," he said. "Or not. It's up to you. I personally feel like it's a golden opportunity for you, but—"

She hung up on him.

But, she went to the rink that Thursday anyway.

If anyone asked her, she wouldn't have been able to describe her feelings when she stepped through the doors of the arena where she used to train. It was strange, coming back to a place she hadn't been to in over four years. It felt familiar, like coming home, yet at the same time she got the sense things had changed enough that she really couldn't call this her place any more.

She made her way to the rink area, where she found Stan out on the ice with two of his students. Stan was fifty, with a lot more salt in his salt-and-pepper hair than he'd had when Beth-Anne was first introduced to him.

How long ago had that been? Beth-Anne had been seventeen when Stan took her on as a student. Had they really known each other for fourteen years at that point?

That'd make it... twenty-four years to the present day. Nearly a quarter-century. God damn.

She recalls observing Stan and his students for a few minutes before announcing her presence. Stan looked healthy and fit, and she was glad to see he still put his skates on and went out there with the kids instead of coaching from behind the boards.

Both students were teenagers. The girl was clad in a form-fitting turquoise top and black athletic pants, and had a long rust-coloured braid secured on the end with a wide turquoise elastic. She was tall and lanky and moved as if she couldn't wait to unleash her power. The boy had a smudge of a moustache, and out of control hair that Beth-Anne guessed he'd allowed to grow a bit too much to compensate for his lack of success in growing facial hair. He was wearing the ubiquitous close-fitting black athletic pants and a baggy forest green sweatshirt with the tongue-in-cheek slogan 'I heart this shirt' emblazoned on it in bold white lettering.

Beth-Anne almost lost it when the boy called out, "Hey, Uncle Stan! Check out what I learned from a video!"

"Don't you dare—" Stan began.

But it was too late. He was already skating backwards, and with the momentum he'd built up, he leapt off the ice and into a heart-stopping back flip. He landed on his feet, arms spread wide and face alight with a rascal's grin.

The girl let out a whoop. "I knew you could do it, Nik!"

"Nikolai Pavlenko, don't you ever do that again!" Stan yelled.

Both Nikolai and the girl were laughing so hard that they fell to the ice in their mirth. They grabbed each other's hands and did a little cheer.

Beth-Anne didn't need to see Stan's face to tell that he was torn between being exasperated and being entertained. She could see it in his body language. These two were most certainly a handful, but she knew he loved them nevertheless.

Seeing her opportunity, Beth-Anne said, "I guess I'm not interrupting anything important."

Stan turned at the sound of her voice. He gave her a little wave and started skating in her direction. "Beth-Anne, you made it. Great!"

"I wanted to see what all the fuss was about," she said.

"Well, I guess you're getting an eyeful." He glanced over his shoulder quickly as he stepped off the ice to join her. "You two, get up. Practice what we were working on yesterday, and no more dumb shit, please."

"That means you, Nik," said the girl, and her companion rolled on the ice, taken over by another laughing fit.

"Nikolai!" Stan shouted.

"Sorry, coach," said the teenager. He rubbed briskly at his face with his palms and took an audible breath before scrambling to his feet. "Practice what we worked on yesterday. Got it."

Stan sighed. "I'm telling you, Beth. These two are going to be the goddamned end of me."

"I can tell you really care for them," Beth-Anne said.

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean they're not a massive pain in my ass," he said. "Especially that one." He jabbed a thumb into the air, pointing behind himself at Nikolai.

"That one," Beth-Anne echoed, gesturing at the young man in the green sweater. "Tell me about him."

"Nikolai Pavlenko," Stan said, pronouncing the name in a way she was certain no non-Slavic language speaker could do. "Seventeen years old. Had his debut in the senior division two years ago, and was honestly pretty unremarkable. But, I think that had more to do with inexperience and poor coaching than lack of talent. He came here from Ontario last year, and placed fourth at Skate Canada with me."

"You saw something his last coach didn't?"

"Obviously," Stan said.

"And the girl? She's the one who came from the UK specifically to train with you, right?"

"Vivienne Holmes. Yeah, she's my girl," he said. "We call her Ginger."

"Because of her hair?"

"No, because she's full of it. Full of ginger, I mean. That kid is like the Energizer Bunny and she's cheeky as hell, especially when she's with Nikolai."

"Sounds like the perfect match to me."

"Only if you think two troublemakers are better than one," Stan scoffed. "Anyway, Ginger's going to be sixteen in a couple of months, and she's having her senior debut this season. I need to separate those two so she can focus. I'll be damned if she flops in her first year at senior level just because she was too busy joking around with her buddy to concentrate on skating."

"So, you didn't actually ask me here to pick one of them, did you?" Beth-Anne said. "You want me to coach Nikolai."

Stan smiled at her. "You saw right through me."

"Wily bastard. How did you know I'd even come?"

"Because you can never say no to me." Stan held up a hand. "Now, shh... just watch. There goes your new boy. He's about to fly."

Beth-Anne found she couldn't take her eyes off Nikolai, momentarily stunned into silence as she watched him perform a flawless quadruple toe loop. His form was excellent and he made the difficult jump look almost effortless.

"Well done, Nikolai! Very nice!" Stan called to him. "Way to impress your new coach!"

Beth-Anne let out the breath she hadn't even realized she'd been holding. "Holy shit, Stan."

"I taught him that," Stan told her, clearly pleased. "It's his first quad, and he just started doing it around the end of May, beginning of June. You should've seen the disaster it was when he first tried it this spring."

"He's only seventeen?"

"Hmm," Stan hummed in affirmation. "He'll be eighteen in December. He's got amazing potential and I can see him going all the way to the top some day, but I really don't think I'm the right coach to get him there."

"Why not?" she asked. "You coached me to gold once."

Stan looked amused. "You practically coached yourself. I was just along for the ride."

"That's not true. You were always—"

"Look," Stan said. "Nikolai is special. He and Ginger both are. They could be world champions, but you know working toward that takes a big commitment of time and effort. With all my other students, I can commit to one or the other of them, not both, and Nikolai is... Well, he's a charmer and he knows how to get what he wants, whether it's good for him or not."

"You mean, he walks all over you."

"With his skates on," Stan said. "Got the metaphorical blade marks on my back to prove it."

Beth-Anne laughed. "So, it's like that. You want to foist your problem child onto me."

"Foist? Is that even a word?"

"Learn fuckin’ English, Stan."

He snorted in his effort not to laugh, but soon turned serious again. "Nikolai needs a firm hand. A coach who's going to love him and let him have fun, but also who's gonna keep him focused and isn't going to put up with his usual shit."

"And you think that person is me?"

"I do."

"Are you forgetting that I've never coached before? You say this kid's got enough potential to possibly be a world champion, and you'd let him risk all that on a green coach?"

"You're not green. You teach P.E. for fuck's sake, and don't you coach volleyball and run the dance club at your school?"

"That's not figure skating. It doesn't count."

"Like hell it doesn't," Stan insisted. "You've got experience working with teenagers, and you sure as hell know about figure skating. Just put the two together, and you'll kick ass as a skating coach. Plus, I saw that article in the paper. The kids love you, and clearly the board of directors of your school does, too. I mean, they don't give out Teacher of the Year awards to just anybody, do they?"

"No, but... I don't know about the whole coaching thing," she said. "I never thought about doing that."

"Tell me something. Do you like being a teacher?"

"Yeah. I like working with the kids, but..."

"I knew there was gonna be a 'but'. Go on."

She sighed. "How the fuck can you possibly know me so well?"

"I'm waiting for the part that comes after the 'but', Beth-Anne," Stan prompted.

"Fine," she said. "I guess you know I still skate."

"Yeah," he said. "I know."

"I wasn't ready to give up competing. I still dream about it."

"Do you?"

"I really do love teaching. I'm proud of the girls when they win a volleyball game too, but it doesn't actually mean anything, you know? Some of those girls might go on to play volleyball at university, but none of them are going to make it their career. It's just something to distract them from math and English and history."

"Right," said Stan. "What I'm hearing is that you're feeling unfulfilled."

"I wouldn't say unfulfilled," she countered. "Just... maybe not as fulfilled as I wish I was."

Stan gazed at her for a second or two. "You want to know what watching your kid win a medal feels like? A kid you've trained with day in and day out, who you literally think of as yours because you see them more than their parents do?" He placed a hand on her shoulder. "You talk about fulfillment and doing something that means something. That's it, right there."

"I don't know..."

"At least meet Nikolai, yeah? Maybe skate with him for a little bit? If he likes you and he agrees to it, then come and join us at practice for the rest of the summer. Call it a trial run to see if it's gonna work for you."

"Okay," she said. "But no promises."

"You don't have to commit to anything right this second," Stan assured her. "Just try it out, and if you do decide it's what you want, I'll be here to help you. I promised you a long time ago that I'd always be there for you, didn't I? You're not gonna be in this alone."

And she hadn't been. Stan had been there every step of the way to help her and give her advice when she needed it, to keep her on track when she got discouraged, and to remind her that she and Nikolai were doing amazing things together. "Your Nikolai is going all the way," he'd say. "I can see it."

My Nikolai, she thinks now. When did that happen?

She'd liked Nikolai from the moment she met him, and it'd only taken her a week to make up her mind to resign from her teaching job and become his coach. She adored his personality and was enchanted by his big blue eyes and devil-may-care grin, but most of all she was inspired by his passion for skating.

Stan hadn't been wrong. Nikolai was a charmer and a troublemaker, and yes he did require an application of verbal discipline from time to time, but he was bright and genuine and had the greatest capacity for love that she'd ever seen in a person of his age, His obvious joy on the ice filled Beth-Anne's heart with a kind of reflected happiness that she hadn't felt in a very long time, and she knew she wanted to keep that sentiment alive, for herself as well as for him.

There must've been a definitive point at which she'd started thinking of him as hers, when she'd ceased to be just his coach and somehow became more like a bonus mother to him. His real mother, Elena, is a good woman and Beth-Anne doesn't doubt that she loves Nikolai and his sister Natalya very much, but as long as Beth-Anne has known Elena and Mikhail Pavlenko, she's always had the impression that they were emotionally unavailable for their kids.

From the start, she knew sweet, sensitive Nikolai required someone who’d try to understand all his feelings without judging him for them. For him, skating was more than just a technical sport. The rink was a canvas on which he painted his innermost thoughts. He poured out his soul onto the ice, and she stood by his side, cherishing him and the artistry of his emotions, hearing the things he couldn’t say with words alone.

In his own way, he'd done the same for her, offering his faith in her and his love for her as priceless gifts. God knows, she'd been desperate for someone to believe in her back then. Without doubt or judgment, Nikolai became that someone. He never saw her as a failure or a has-been. He'd opened up his heart and mind to her and let her guide him toward what would become their shared dream. Together, they found a connection beyond words, where the rink became an almost sacred place.

The first time he won gold in a competition with her as his coach and they placed that medal around his neck, Beth-Anne felt as if they were giving her an award too. She'd never been so proud of another person's accomplishments in her whole life. Even her own lone gold medal from long ago hadn't felt as good as that, and she could hardly wait to thank Stan and tell him he was right.

After the medal ceremony, Nikolai came down from the podium to find her at the edge of the crowd. He was practically bouncing, and the smile on his face could've lit up an entire room. He threw himself into her arms with a jubilant exclamation of, "Beth-Anne, we did it!"

She hugged him tight. "You did it, sweetheart. It was all you."

"No." He shook his head, causing his floppy brown hair to brush against her chin and cheek. "We did it. I couldn't have got here alone. I couldn't do any of it without you, and I'd never want to."

"I'll be with you as long as you want me to be," she said.

He leaned close and whispered. "Forever, okay?"

"Okay," she said, and deep inside she knew she meant it. She never wanted to leave him, not ever. Even when his competing days were over and they'd both moved on to other things, she hoped she could still be his friend, his confidante or mentor. The truth was, he'd saved her. He'd given meaning and purpose to her life when she felt it had none. He brought her back to the sport she loves, and she’ll always be grateful for that. She doesn’t consider it a sacrifice to do whatever she can to repay him for offering her that precious second chance.

After a moment, they let go of each other, and Nikolai took a step back. Then, he did the most extraordinary thing. He lifted the ribbon of his medal from around his own neck and placed it around hers instead.

"For you," he said. "Keep it."

She touched the cool metal disc. "Nik, I can't keep your medal. You earned it."

"You helped me earn it." He offered her that mischievous grin of his. "Besides, I'm going to win lots of them in the future, so I'll have plenty. You should have this one. You know, to keep yours company, because two together are always happier than just one alone."

To this day, she doesn't know if he realized the allusion he'd created. She is happier with him, with Stan, with her two up-and-coming junior skaters Brett and Mariah, and all her non-competitive students from her group classes.

Almost no one is better off alone. That was a lesson she had to learn, and she's thankful the ones who taught it to her were Stanislav Kovac and Nikolai Pavlenko.

She took Nikolai's medal home from that competition, and she hung it on the wall of her den, next to her own gold medal. Over the years, the display has grown with coaching awards, as well as photographs, newspaper clippings and framed magazine articles all featuring the successes of her students. The collection always expands outward, with the two gold medals eternally at the centre.

Wait... this is Nikolai's street!

Her truck's tires shriek as she takes the corner way too fast. Fortunately, the pavement isn't wet and nothing goes awry. She can't believe she’d distracted herself so successfully that she had nearly missed turning in the right place. She swears aloud, exhaling a string of foul language that'd doubtless make a dockyard worker blush.

Nikolai's house is the only one on the street with a light on inside. She parks her truck at the curb and sprints across the yard and up the front steps. Her heart hammers against the inside of her chest.

When she tries the door, she discovers it's unlocked. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she eases it open and steps inside. The air in the house is damp and cold as if there's a window open somewhere, allowing the chill February night to impose itself like an unwanted houseguest.

She doesn't have to look far to find Nikolai. He's sitting on the floor no more than two meters from the doorway, head down, staring at some undiscernible spot on the polished hardwood floor. It seems he'd done exactly as she instructed. He unlocked the door for her, and then did nothing else until she arrived.

She experiences a little pang of heartache as she takes in the situation. Nikolai is wearing the same red gym shorts and loose grey t-shirt he'd been wearing when she'd last seen him in person three days ago, and his overabundance of chocolate brown hair is dishevelled and stringy. His right knee — the injured one — is badly swollen, and she doesn't see his crutches anywhere. She knows his leg hadn't looked that bad the last time she was here, and she wonders what might've happened.

She says his name softly, and he looks up. His face is tear-streaked, and the edges of his eyes are red as if he's been rubbing at them.

"I'm cold," he says.

She shuts the door quickly. A thousand questions tumble through her head, but she rejects them all as either inane or inappropriate. At last, she settles on, "Where's Anya?" Somehow, she stops just short of adding 'What the hell did she do to you?' or 'Why the fuck would she leave you like this?'

Nikolai shakes his head. "I don't know. I... I'm alone."

"Sweetheart, no," Beth-Anne closes the distance between them in two long strides and then drops to the floor beside him. She takes him in her arms, and he instantly collapses against her, weeping. He's shivering. She thinks she should try to get him into warmer clothes, but first she has to make sure he's going to be okay. She strokes his back, just as she'd done a few weeks ago in Taiwan, like she's probably done a hundred other times. "I'm here. It's all right. You're safe, and you're not alone. I said I'd always be here for you, remember? I promise, you never have to be alone."

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fizzyswirl · 4 days

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Ok so I decided to not do the fanfic anymore. I am not a writer and barely anyone reads it. But I still want to share my ideas.

So I'm gonna make headcanons like I have been doing cause its easier while also sharing my ideas.

So let's talk about Haru and the Qsmp

Haru is a neko demon hybrid that lives in the Sweet Dreams Realm where they were given a mysterious golden train ticket. With them and their buddy Owens curiosity, they went to check it out.

2. Haru had an brown speckled egg named Cosmo that unfortuently passed a few days after Bobby's passing. Haru isn't the best at expressing loss that well but it did hurt that day.

3. One day when watching Richas, he basically adopted Haru as their egg (Haru accepted cause they basically hang out often)

4. When Empanada showed up, on the adoption papers Haru's name was on with the rest of the Woman on the island. (Richas didn't like sharing but tolerates it, plus he likes Empanada)

5. Haru is great friends with Fit, Bagi, and Tazercraft, they are friends with a lot of people on the island but these 3 were the ones they hang out with the most.

6. Haru and Tubbo are enemies due to their opinions on create, Haru doesn't hate that mod it just thinks that create shouldn't do everything for them.

While Tubbo disagrees. Plus Tubbo is specifically homophobic with Hideduo and just like about everyone on the island, Haru supports their relationship so that affected their friendship a bit.

7. Foolish is also Haru's enemy for a different reason. It's a one sided thing that Foolish wanted, Haru still has no clue what kind of beef that shark totem has with them.

8. During the happy p*lls arc, Haru was the one that was given them instead of the president (he was kidnapped into the Nether) and Pac despite also being affected with them was able to along side Cellbit, Phil, Fit, Owen, and Bad (and a terrified Tubbo) Saved both them and Pac with the antidote.

9. After the a few days, Haru decided to change themselves a bit as they don't wanna remember the incident.

10. During Purgatory, they were on green gay ninjas and went into a coma during that whole time until the last day.

11. On the new island, Mike actually invited both Owen and Haru to live near his Ranch, Haru accepted and Owen decided to also join them

12. Haru used to not like karaoke but ever since the carnival, they wanna do more (every other weekened Mike and Haru will. Invite some people and hang out and do Karaoke together)

13. Slowly as Haru and Owen lives on the island, they slowly gain their magic back

14. Like how Mike's wife can posess him, Haru's girlfriend can sorta in a different way (she's not a goddess like Mine or Kristin) she uses a special mirror that helps communicate and possess Haru's soul)

15. Kai isn't the only one who has this kind of power, Haru and Owen have a soulbond similar to Tazercraft. Tho they can't switch bodies, they can still communicate in their minds and feel emotions. Their bonds grew to where they minds fused.

16. Haru looks up Fit despite being a bit afraid of the guy from 2b2t. But after getting to know him, they see him as a father figure it never had

Now Owens turn

Owen's a mimikyu hynrid that can shapeshift

2. Owen is Haru's best friend and sibling

3. Owen enjoys create more than Haru but does have similar feelings about it as their friend

4. Around when Haru was given the happy p*lls she was kidnapped by the federation but he was able to escape but wasn't on time to save Haru

5. Owen became Pomme's parent when she asked him to adopt her as Bagherra went missing (not to replace her but to fill that void in Pomme's heart) he still is considered her parent even tho Bagherra is back

6. Owen may seem calm and looks cute but she can still be scary, and still have the curse in mimikyu form. Tho in human form he has more control over his curse

7. On the new island, he was able to go into her human form again, which is more easier to do stuff, especially if Haru and him are in a situation where he needs to get them out

8. Haru was suspicious of Ever when he randomly showed up a bit after the cargo ship did, tho warm3d up to the elf, But then he was against him when he became president. And was the one to get Cucurucho's help when Even started to try getting rid of the eggs.

9. Owen feels him and Haru are similar to Pac and Mike in different ways. Tho he doesn't know who is similar to Pac and Mike (personally she thinks Haru is a bit like Mike more)

10. Owen did have a crush on a few of the guys on the island. Tho at the time knew he wouldnt be able to be with any of them. But ever since he got hus human form again, did try to ask Etoiles on date (They went to a dungeon tho they probably won't get anywhere far from just being friends)

11. Owen is Brazilian, ever since the Brazilians showed up he wrote and spoke more Portuguese and even helps Haru learn

12. Owen is allergic to nuts and everyone found that out (despite Haru's panic) when Chayanne made something with nuts, he's okay especially as h's a part ghost in her mimikyu form, but Chayanne constantly apologies to his tio that day (Philza and Owen had to reassure the apologetic egg)

13. Owen is very protective of his friends and family, especially with Haru as he met Haru when they showed up not mentally okay, so when he found out Haru was controlled through the p*lls, Owen did everything to help save her sibling.

14. Owen was one Soulfire during Pugratory but at the last day, while getting to the boat, he stuck by Haru and even tried making a clear pack with the magic he had.

15. Owen had to drag a passed out neko demon off the boat (he would carry them but she unfortuently can't as a mimikyu)

16. After Haru was healed from the happy p*lls, Owen slept with Haru to comfort it. (Haru held the mimikyu like a plushy)

17. When Pac met Owen, he thought he was a cat and kept pspspsing her until Owen had to use a sign to correct the siren hybrid (Haru helped explain as Owen can't write very fast)

Here's my headcannons for Haru and Owen if they were in qsmp.

Apologies to those who liked the fanfic I was writing but I don't feel motivated to continue due to the reasons at the beginning of the post. But obrigado and hope u all have a bom dia/noite :D

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rainderthesomeone · 24 days

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Its official :>

I know I've said it here and there on a few posts on transgender stuff, but its a official, I'm trans :D

TW: I talk about abuse and body dysphoria in this post, you dont have to read the rest, this section is just me sharing my experiences in my teenage years with a homophobic as hell republican as a father.

I've known for a while like ever since I was in Middle School, I had a really hard time fitting in with other girls, I tried making friends with them but they were all into make up and dress's and talking about boys and other stuff, I made at least one friend in middle school but they left me for a group of girly girls, and I wasn't interested in what they liked, I was into a lot of things they were not interested in, I was a huge nerd, I liked games, Godzilla, movie production, comics, marvel, star wars, fnaf, dinosaurs, bendy, (not saying girls dont like these things, girls can like anything guys :D women are amazing I know a lot of amazing girls now :>) nothing they liked and when they saw that they weren't interested in me anymore, but I connected with the guys a lot more, but they always saw me as the girl who tagged along and needed to be treated gently, at first I had no interest in the lgbtq community or the idea of being something else other than what I already was, I couldn't even really talk about, since the topic of gay and gender ideology wasn't allowed in the house I used to live in, my father hated gay people, said they were wired, and shouldn't be his words not mine "frolicking around and being queer" da hell dose that mean? im still baffled by that, he's also that kind man who thinks lesbians are cool and gay men shouldn't exist, it was that level of misogyny and homophobia, looking at it now, it was really disgusting and disturbing, but I was 12 I didn't know any better.

but than as I got older I became more aware, and started questioning things, I was 13 in my room, on my phone, and I found this artist who was drawing deltarune characters, deltarune was also a huge eye opener to the lgbtq comunity for me, since kris identified as none binary, but I found one of the oc's the artist made and they identified as A gender, and I was like whats that and looked into it more and more, and than I went from I dont know who or what I am, to maybe im a demi girl, maybe im A Gender, maybe im none binary and than boom, it clicked, I went with they/them/there's for a while, but I began to feel uncomfortable, by being refred to as her, she, I started hating wearing a braw and how scratchy and annoying it felt, I began hating my chest, I stopped wearing shorts due to my legs being abnormally hairy and that girls arent supposed to be hairy, at one point my dad was going to put me through a hole body hair removal process which would have removed all my body hair, and he was going to do it without me knowing, until my mother told me, she was the most supportive person I had while going through this, I was litteraly terrified to say no to my dad, but eventully he didint go through with it, but I still wasnt allowed to have body hair, every time we went shoe shopping he tried to get me pink shoes, and brands women would only use, we went on a cruise and we had to dress up, but I didint want to since I would have had to wear a dress, blue jeans were the only thing I had that was close to guy clothes, I wasnt allowed anything remotley masculine, only my mom would let me have products like old spice, and she took me guy clothe shopping but it had to be in secret from my father, who would hurt me and my mother if he found out, not physically well he would probably slap me, but only yell at my mother, which still wasnt good, eventully we left his sad ass, and now me and my mom live in a apartment together, and from there I could freely explore who I was, a month later I came out as trans to my mother right after we left, and im in therapy with an amazing therapist and I have amazing friends who dont fully understand but support me in every direction, only triggering thing Ive experinced so far was not being able to change my pronouns to he him lol, Curse you school bored! XD

anyway sorry for the lenghty slightly depressing post, I just wanted to share my story here since I have the platform to do so now, the freedom of speech is very rewarding and validating lol, origanlly this was going to be a post about "guys I got my first chest binder oh and btw im ftm" but I wanted to get this off my chest no pun intended and open myself up more on here, the trans comunity on tumblr has been amazing so far, especially the tf2 comunity on here, I truly feel welcomed and comfortable being here.

lot of grammar issues in here, grammars not my strong suit plus its 11 pm for me right now, im heading to bed lol, good night everyone!

#transgender #coming out as trans #trans rights #trans masc #ftm trans #im also not on any medication as of righting this once im settled finacially ill bring yall on that journey with me lol #if any one has any tips on trans masc I would really appreciate it XD cuz im still exploring #and its gonna be my first day tomorrow binding so uh lets see how that go's lol #k that enough from me back to tf2 comics :D

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cumulohimbus · 7 months

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This last weekend I went to a Pride fest a little over an hour away, and wild things ensued.

1. I ran into some friends I met at my local pride this last summer, and even though it took a second for us to recognize each other, it was phenomenal to see them. I ended up staying the night at their place (I'll get to why in a sec).

2. I ran into people I went to Catholic elementary/middle school with. They were running an art booth. It was cool to reconnect with people I'd shared a formative childhood experience with and not be the only one who ended up queer.

3. I ran into my now retired therapist, the one who helped me pursue an autism eval and who wrote the pivotal letter that allowed me to get top surgery. I gave him a hug. I'd only ever interacted with him virtually and he is much taller in person. He seems like he's happy and doing well.

4. I didn't see any furries about so I took it upon myself to don my mascot head, just to gauge the reaction. A lot of people came up to me and got pictures with me, including a mom and her kid who really loves furries. I don't even consider myself a furry; like, I don't participate in the community at all anymore. I just think my fursuit head turned out vvv cute, and I didn't spend around 2 years making it from scratch for it to just collect dust in a closet somewhere. It made me really happy that other people also thought it was cute. It was nice being Spark for a while.

5. I went to a drag show with my friends from the local Pride. We were in the front row. It was so cool to see professionals performing.

6. My friends and I went to an after party at a club. I'd never been to a club before and didn't know what to expect. It wasn't nearly as scary as I thought it would be until the end when the establishment closed and the cops were outside directing folks. While there I ran into someone I was in the Arts Magnet Program with in high school; they were there for their sister-in-law. They told me that whenever I'm ready, other former classmates would probably like to hear from me, and that they'd probably be more accepting of me than I realize.

I didn't achieve my goal of being kissed, but that's okay. I fell in love with my friends in more ways than I care to admit. Nothing more will come of it than friendship, and that's okay too. That's what I needed tbh. I realized the full extent of my loneliness and how badly I need friends right now. I didn't know how bad it was and now that I do, hopefully I can do something about it. I cried a lot, probably because I was more drunk than I've been in years. My friends let me stay at their apartment so I didn't have to sleep in my car.

7. The next day we went to a garden and saw lots of pretty plants and fountains, including the biggest, bluest Larkspurs I've ever seen in person before!!

8. I cried for approximately half of my drive back home. I probably should have pulled over, but I was running on less than an hour of sleep, and I had grad school homework I needed to finish before midnight, so I pushed through. I realized goodbyes have been getting harder. A couple of weekends ago when I visited college friends for the weekend, I cried for a long time on my drive home then too. It seems it didn't take long of being off T for my tear ducts to function again. Something else is wrong with me though, I shouldn't be crying so much over goodbyes; I have my suspicions. I'm sure a particular goodbye that happened more recently isn't helping, but mostly I think I just feel alienated from people like me where I live currently.

I need to get a new vehicle soon so I can travel more. I want to go on dates, both casual and serious, in the near future. I want to kiss and be kissed, if just to feel like I'm alive. I wish I wasn't a terrified kid in a 25 year old's body. I feel like I can't be taken seriously when it comes to romance because of the ways my trauma has broken me into the person I am today (tbf, being transmasc means I look like a 14 year old boy, so that doesn't help the whole maturity thing either).

I'm coming to terms with how much grief I carry with me everyday. I think that's the most alienating part of it all; I think that's where all the loneliness comes from.

Sadness aside, I really like grad school so far. It doesn't feel hard yet because it's all stuff that interests me. I also got a really nice scholarship package for my first year and that's pretty cool. I'll finally feel alright ordering the print copies of my book, Fidelity to share with friends/family. The sequel, Autonomy, is currently in the works. They're both basically zines that ended up being lengthier than initially intended, and they include a mix of poetry, prose, and photography. I know I don't really have a following here, but if it just so happens that you read all the way to this sentence, if you'd like a free pdf of Fidelity, hmu, I'd be happy to send one your way.

Be kind to yourselves, and stay curious,

-Lark

#the larkchive

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planetconfession · 8 months

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I've been in love with the same person for since 2020. We started a relationship in 2021 and was everything okay. In April 2023 we broke up, was my fault. My whole life people treated me like shit, no one cared about my well being, then this shorty hondureña showed up in my life. She became my safe place, somewhere I could be myself, no need for mask or lies. She were the first person I loved with all my heart, more than I loved my family even my mom. Never thought I was able to feel the purest love, also never thought I could be loved like that. She showed me a side that I haven't seen since I was a kid, that happy and light side I've forgotten long ago.

But I have traumas, many of them actually. I've been working it out on therapy. There's something that terrifies me, it is the abandonment trauma. I was so afraid of losing her, everyday I felt like she was going to dump me at any second. This insecurity started after we almost break up on February because of some communication issues. I got jealous, because I almost lost the person I love the most. So this insecurity, jealousy and my traumas were bad because I felt bad, then I told her and she blamed herself because she wasn't able to help me with my traumas. This was heavy, she tried to help me out but even saying that she actually was helping me for those past years for her it wasn't enough. She wanted to do more, she wanted to take away all this pain from me but she couldn't.

Then one day we had a fight, and she told me what she was feeling, that she wanted to help me with it but she didn't know how. I explained to her what is helping, that just supporting me was enough, that she didn't need to cure me. But for her it wasnt enough. Then we broke up, she was crying, she cried the whole night, so did I. I tried to keep some conversation with her but I couldn't, neither she.

Four months have passed and in the middle of a bad day, I texted her for a talk. She said it wasn't good for us to keep in touch. We talked a bit but nothing special just lil life updates. Then we said bye, three days later I texted her again to make a few questions, but I just asked if she missed me and sent a huge text telling how weak I am for textunyber and telling that I miss her everyday. She said she misses me too, a lot, but we shouldn't talk because it's no good for her and that she wouldn't reply. So I just left it there. There's not a single day that I don't go to those messages to re read that some how I hurt the only person who never tried to hurt me.

If she ever reads it, well I love you Mi Quesadilla.

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Story time! I legitimately liked Clerith at one point. A LOT. I played the original game back in the day and I wanted to join the Clerith community. I did so on Discord and nearly instantly was put off by several things within the community, but I pushed it down and told myself I was overreacting. First, it was small things - like how they loathed Team Four Stars' parody videos because of how they treated Aerith. (1)

when in reality all of the characters were given shitty attitudes and backstories because ya'know it was a parody! It felt hyper-sensitive to me for no reason, so I kept it to myself that I loved the video series and went on. Next was how they hated Tifa and willfully misinterpreted canon and characters. Believe it or not I genuinely like Tifa - she's complex and has beauty and brains and brawn so I don't see anything to dislike. But I couldn't exactly say that to them, and any suggestion (2)

that Tifa was a good character got major pushback. I shut up. What really pushed me over the edge was one user I can't recall the name of so I won't guess, but she was a bigwig. I wanted to join a specific part of the Discord. It was advertised as "debate friendly" so I thought - okay finally here is my shot at speaking my mind while not being dog piled. I asked to join and she said basically she had to verify I was a real person so she needed my real Facebook. (3)

A little creepy, and a little odd I thought since I had been in the group for over a month and had caused no trouble (I learned quickly what was and was not okay to say) but I gave it to her anyway. Keep in mind I was a minor at the time. She came back to me and said "You look like my relative." This tells me she was snooping on my page since at the time my profile picture was actually my cat and any pictures of myself were buried some ways back. (4)

About an hour later she told me she denied my request to join because she saw where I had posted Tifa fanart months ago, and since my Facebook was only two years old (again, I was a minor and had only been allowed to get FB roughly two years prior to this) that she was convinced I was a troll. Insert youvegottobekiddingme. png here. I told her she was paranoid to which she went off on a paragraphs-long spiel about how the Clerith community has been prosecuted by Clotis for ages. (nearly done)

I eventually got tired and blocked her and removed myself from the group. Because of that, and another encounter I had much later (in which my sexual identity was mocked) and an encounter a friend of mine had in which she was goaded into crying over her dead husband when she dared suggest that even if Cloud did love Aerith it's cruel to want him to stay single and mourning for the rest of his life, I have thoroughly decided I cannot stand Cleriths. They made me dislike Aerith. (fin)

Sorry for the late reply, anon. I wasn't ignoring it 😅

Tbf I don't like Machinabridged either, but my response is to just ignore it exists. I don't think I've even watched the whole thing. I've never gone off at the team behind it, but then I rarely give a shit because whenever I do I get slammed by tons of people. So, always remember to never express an opinion that differs from the masses, but if you do express it don't expect anyone to be on your side even if they claimed to be your friends.

Yeah, asking for personal info is a huge red flag for me. Nobody needs to know that unless they have plans to use it against you later. That's why I never give out personal info to people. Cleriths generally use it to make sure people don't stray from their hard-line hating. "If you like Tifa, we'll tell the fandom who you really are" kinda shit mentality.

Honestly, it sounds like you were in the cult's discord. Those are things I've heard them do to people. They're legit terrifying en masse. I mean, most large groups are, especially when one person weaponises them against a single person. Fandom and social media shouldn't be a numbers game that people then utilise to push down those with lower numbers than them, but that's what it is.

What's funny is their behaviour makes people dislike Aerith, so you'd think they'd care about how they come across. But then again, they don't even like her, she's just a straw doll they shove in front of them so they can throw shit at people from behind her and then say she's the reason for their actions.

#ship war #for the fandom

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twotangledsisters · 1 year

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Literally Nobody: ...

My brain at 4 in the morning: What if you write an AU where Gothel wasn't Gothel, instead she was actually a good person who hid from the world because using magic (even just to keep herself alive) was expressly prohibited and when Rapunzel was born she knew the baby would be silently killed for her magic so she steals the girl.

She raises Rapunzel and Cassandra in the tower as a loving, if somewhat stuck-up and not the best at communicating, mother keeps her children safe.

Eugene arrives, doesn't realize Rapunzel is magic and they leave the tower but when Eugene learns about Rapunzel's magic he's like, "Shit, your mother is right, we gotta go back to that tower and hide you!"

But Raps and Cass are like. "No, we've seen the world now. It's not as scary as we thought! We're gonna go to the village and see the lights!"

So they escape Eugene in yet another act of teen rebellion and head to danger!

Eugene is left seeking out Gothel and being like, "Hey, may have put your daughters in massive danger but they seem nice so I'd like to work with you to get them back to safety!"

I guess the girls will somehow end up saving Corona using magic, making magic kinda accepted.... or fuck Corona and they flee all four of them because Eugene (being so well travelled) knows of a place where magic is accepted.

Gothel gets back into the tower, sacks beneath her eyes as she placed the basket of food on the kitchen counter. Another villager had questioned her youth today which meant it wouldn't be long until this village was also off-limits. Corona was a small kingdom.

Before, Gothel would have simply left Corona for a few decades before coming back, but with the girls everything was more complicated.

"Mama! Mama!" Cassandra ran down the stairs.

"Careful," Gothel warned with a roll of her eyes when Cassandra nearly tripped and fell. They were so careless. "Look, look" she held up a drawing.

Gothel shook her head. "Very nice," she started unpacking the basket. She didn't have time for her daughter's art. She had so much to do. "Has your sister been okay in my absence?"

"She's still sleeping."

"Oh," she must have taken less time than she thought. "Good."

"Will you tell us a story tonight?"

"One about the world outside?"

"No!" A nice story, with magic and happy endings."

Gothel sighed. "One real story and one pretty story," she negotiated.

Cassandra hesitated before nodding. "But the scary one goes first! The nice stories help me not get nightmares."

Gothel nodded. "Alright."

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Eugene watched the blonde named Rapunzel run around a tree, the older girl named Cassandra chasing her while holding the hair in her arms. "Slow down or I'm letting your hair go so it gets tangled up!"

He frowned. The girls were very naïve, they seemed harmless enough. But why were they kept up in that tower?

Why did the blonde not cut her hair?

And most importantly, why did they have to use him as an escort? He had so many better things to be doing.

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When they climbed onto dry land Eugene had a lot of things to consider, the first thought was they were alive.

The second was they shouldn't be.

The third one he said aloud. "Your hair glows?"

Rapunzel smiled. "It's magic."

Eugene's eyes went wide, of course it was magic! What else could it be?

Eugene for a solid five seconds felt suddenly terrified of the girls, the witched! He'd been raised on the idea that magic brought nothing but death, destruction and chaos.

But then he looked at Rapunzel's concerned green eyes and that fear morphed into fear for the girls. "We need to go back to the tower."

"No, we had a deal!" Cassandra was the one to react with anger, Rapunzel just looked confused.

"I know we did but this changed things, didn't you say the outside world was scary? Well you're right!" He rubbed the back of his head. "You're very right..."

"Hah! You already tried this trick on us!" Rapunzel grinned. "Well, we're not falling for it Mr. Rider!"

Cassandra nodded.

Eugene shook his head, "No, listen girls the world doesn't welcome your kind."

The girls shared glances before Cassandra shook her head. "Well, the people in the bar were very nice. Are you sure your kind isn't the type that isn't welcome? Cynical, annoying, stuck-up!"

Usually Eugene would argue with Cassandra, but instead he looked past her at Rapunzel, his expression pleading. "You don't need to give me the crown back, but we can't go into town."

"But... the lights?" Rapunzel's eyes filled with tears.

"We're going to see them," Cassandra grabbed her little sister's hand. "With or without your help!"

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"You must be Gothel..." Eugene spoke calmly.

The woman turned on her heels fast, eyes wide. "You. You're the thief everybody is looking for!" she shouted.

Eugene stepped back, raising his hands in a sign of peace. "Wait, no, I mean, I want to help you."

"Help me?"

"I know about the girls and the..." he leaned in and whispered, "Glowing hair," he didn't dare say magic.

Gothel paled and swallowed.

"I swear I had no idea about the hair, they wanted to see the lights so I was going to take them, but when I found out I told them we needed to get back to the tower and they slipped past..." he sounded embarrassed. "Please, I want to help you get them back safely."

The woman looked to the ground then to Eugene, she looks at her hands that were ever so slightly wrinkled, she was too close to fading right now and she supposed the girls didn't stand a chance alone. Perhaps an ally would be a good idea. "Tell me everything."

#tts au #rta au #fanfic #fanfiction #tts fanfic #rta fanfic #tts fanfiction #rta fanfiction #eugene fitzherbert #mother gothel #rapunzel #tts cassandra

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until-things-get-better · 1 year

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i keep having dreams about darby (i used to code their name as 'her' on this blog but they are literally nonbinary and go by theythem now so that doesn't work) and it's making me so miserable,,, when i wake up i feel so much warmth and happiness leave my body and it hurts everything,, i hate what happened and i want to explain things but they are probably never coming back, i don't even know if they love me anymore, i don't know how you could love someone as confused and afraid as me,. i made so many stupid requests out of things that my ex traumatized me about, things that i needed help with but shouldn't have asked for// like being terrified of my phone aand sometimes being just being frozen and unhelpable,,,, and i had a friend that was being really manipulative,,, it's SO HARD to just mute idiots in my life,,/ i still hear stupid things my ex yelled at me for, i still think of the advice that friend gave me when i was trying to be a good friend for darby, i wish i could've just muted all of the noises and kept one of my favorite people in my life :(

i don't know if you'll ever talk to me again, iiim crying again right now because that seems so real//// you might never be in my life again and yet i keep dreaming about you,,, i dreamed we were in japan together for the first time and we were running around buildings talking about things we wanted to see and games we liked,,,, we went into a super cute building we were supposed to stay at and it started flooding in this weird tunnel system under the building. water was rushing all around us and we were scared and holding hands and trying to figure out what to do and i ran and found the room and everything was super peaceful. ii rremember hugging you and being exhausted and falling right asleep next to you and//// it haas always always been my dream to fall asleep next to you ,, and maybe you just think im a loser nowadays and maybe you don't love me and maybe all of this is lost and will never be heard,, but i ran around with you in a new place and was so happy. you kept holding my hand and pulling on it to get my attention when i was looking around at japan and i felt this intense warmth that never went away. things in the dream got really random at the end, like i accidentally brought weed and was freaking out about that for a long while, i was about to reconvene with you when the dream ended and i felt all of that hope wash out of my body. i just dont have that warmth and happiness that i did when i was next to you anymore,,, i looked forward to a moment we could spend together every month and maybe that's pathetic but you made me happier than anything else in my life :(

today im doing okay. i have some games i really like and im trying to finish making a game and squarsh is a good friend and that friend group is a great community for me. i was really close to them last year but i just. it feels like you are in my dreams 3x a week or more and it's happened intermittently for years////. iii miss you and nothing made me happier than you and i don't care how pathetic that is,,,. you seemed happy too when we could spend time together, iii wish we could be happy together. i wish i could've just tuned that person out and never listened to her telling me that you were trying to manipulate me. i wish i wasn't so easily taken advantage of, i wish i haven't been abused so many times and therefore untrustworthy and scared////// // i wish i wasn't this broken person, this painful lost person,,,, i loved you and my trauma made me listen to advice i never should have,,, i love you so much and i hate what my mind has done. i love you and i don't know what to do anymore, i loved your identity, you were so nice and so much more understanding than anybody else of my suffering. tthat i sometimes went out and cried in the bathroom and needed help////// that i wanted to be hugged and cry with you///// i don't think anybody else has ever made my heart feel understood like this,,,

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Okay so. My boyfriend's mother is...awful. And I think my dislike for her is so strong because we have some similar placements in our birth charts. Sun, Moon and Venus. And the entire time I had no choice but to spend an extended amount of time around her, I saw what I could have been like had I allowed my childhood trauma and the abusive environment I was raised in to kind of have a chokehold on me. She's so bitter, verbally abusive and I wouldn't have put it past her to be physically abusive to her son over the years as well.

I was raised by closed minded individuals who refuse to look at their actions, take accountability for the way they treat others, or make changes based on this for the sake of saving their relationship with their family...specifically their children (or, in my case, their granddaughter/niece). There's gaslighting, there's the old "Oh, I'm so sorry I'm such a terrible parent." The deflecting. The projecting of their unhealed trauma. With my family, it was passive aggressive insults and jabs. It was the insinuation that I wouldn't amount to anything and that I was destined to end up just like my dead mother, "sick in the head" and taken over by addiction. It's just so...ugly. After being raised by people like this, I found myself face to face with the opposite side of the spectrum of abuse. This woman (his mother) would, without hesitation, tell her own son to "Shut the fuck up, I hate you." Her dogs, obviously lacking training, opened the door to our room and ate up two of my tarot decks and my $150 gaming headset; Her response? "Well he's the one who taught the dog how to open doors when she was younger." My children, who love everyone and could make friends with fucking plastic bags, were terrified of speaking to this woman. We spent the months living in her house confined to our rooms. Rushing in and out of the kitchen when we needed to eat to avoid "interrupting" her, which she made known as she turned the volume way up on her TV and let out a large, heavy sigh. A three bedroom house, this woman didn't sleep in her bed. She chose to sit her ass in a recliner in the living room as soon as she got home, slept there. Made us feel unwelcome every moment she got. Her son, who since meeting me has done some immense work on shift his mindset and aggressive reactions to most situations (something I know understand a bit more), came to me to ask me to talk him through the pain she was putting him through. I offered the advice of ceasing communication, letting go of the need to rebuttal. After a few weeks, his mother came to me crying and not understanding why her son wants nothing to do with her. I said, in the kindest way I could, that she needs to look at and really hear the way she speaks to and about him, and ask herself if it's really worth questioning the issue. I told her I couldn't imagine speaking to my children the way she spoke to her son. And she just told me about all the things she "did" for him (you know, like giving birth to him and raising him begrudgingly) and how he doesn't respect her even though she's his mother. Ah yes, the generational gap where our parents and grandparents blindly follow and agree to anything their parental figures say, even long after they've entered adulthood themselves, because "they brought them into this world and they can bring them out" and "parents just deserve respect, that's how it is." She told me she doesn't regret her choices. I kindly reminded her that choices have consequences, and that she shouldn't be surprised that her son has made the choice not to interact with her as a result of her choices to treat him like dog shit.

After about 7 months of living with this woman, several attempts to politely get her to see things through a different lens, and biting my tongue when she got snarky and I felt as if it wasn't my place, I snapped. I can only be nice and try to help so many times until I say all the things a bit sharper because I no longer give a fuck about your feelings. Needless to say, things blew up. I spit the truth out like venom about how I knew exactly what type of person she is and that her son (who was obviously there for this "conversation"), who just needed closure that his mother wasn't willing to repair their relationship after his many attempts, should just let her go because she truly doesn't care about how she makes him feel and she has no intention of healing their relationship. She didn't argue. She didn't interject, she just sat there. And when she finally decided to speak, she tried to tell us that it was my fault that their relationship wasn't able to be fixed. I cut her off immediately and said it needed to be fixed way before she even knew who I was, and it's truly pathetic that even in this moment, she still needs someone to blame because she won't take responsibility for her actions.

In the few weeks that we stayed after that (before rushing into our new home), she wouldn't speak to us but took any chance she could to try and make my children feel uncomfortable. She raised her voice at my children and I...you don't want to know how I felt in that moment. I feel awful about having my children in that environment. I know it was temporary and in the moment we didn't have many other options, but I still made sure to apologize to them and thank them for being strong and continuing to be kind through all of that.

Oh, did I mention we work for the same company? No one likes her or her attitude here either. And she has been real childish when it comes to how she acts when I'm brought up at work. We don't work in the same building thank the gods, but that doesn't stop her from running her mouth any chance she gets. I do my best not to even mention her, she thrives off of trying to bring me down.

Anyway, the point of all this was 1. to get some thoughts out of my head and 2. to tell you about what this silly goose of a woman did the other night in what I assume was an attempt to "scare me" or remind me that she's "still around."

My kids had asked to watch a movie on Sunday night. They wanted to browse Disney+ and find something. I opened up the app to see only one account (instead of the usual 3 for my kids and I) with a profile picture of Wanda Maximoff and her initials. I immediately remembered that I had logged into my account on her TV in the livingroom one day so the kids and I could watch Encanto and not be sitting on a bed (we, of course, could only do this on the day I was off and she was working, otherwise the living room was off limits). Now, being a child of Loki, I immediately changed my passwords and added the accounts back and updated my profile picture to one of Loki (MCU version of course, but I know he appreciates Tom's take on him). The picture is so funny, it's mischievous and in that moment it felt as if Loki was wanting me to say "Try me, bitch." in picture form. I chose the "log out of all devices" option, but just in case she was able to open it up...I wanted her to know she's not gonna get to me but it's cute that she's trying.

Something that kept going through my head. She obviously chose Wanda because 1. she's referred to me as a witch before (not a lie but LOL) and 2. I think she thought she was making a point, giving me a little scare, wanting me to see her as a witch who is "big and bad". If I hadn't blocked her already, I would have just loved to remind her that Wanda doesn't get what she wants by acting vengefully and, if she had paid attention to anything related to Wanda's story, she'd know that choosing Wanda's picture in an attempt to scare me just proves my point even more that she isn't winning because she's so tied up in her anger. It must be exhausting to be so bitter all the time.

But also, you're like in your high 60's so why the fuck are you trying to come at me like a jealous high school gf? It's kinda concerning. Anyway, I am going to be working on a protection and a "fuck off" spell tomorrow since I'm off. I'm so over this woman. I'd also like to point out that me circa pre-awakening would have physically fought this woman but I know my energy is better spent other ways. That's on growth, baby.

Thanks for letting me rant.

#thanks for reading #personal #blog #me #thoughts #ma'am pls #bye #witch #wanda maximoff #loki #spiritual development #spiritual growth #spiritual healing #soul healing #spellcraft #protection spell #spellwork

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natvrefairy · 3 years

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Friendship Anniversary (Red x Reader)

Requested: Nope, just thought I should give you all a taste of my writing first.

Reader Pronouns: She/her

Word Count: 1,390

A/N: So, I've recently started a new playthrough of Pokémon Blue, and I just love Red's character, so here we go. :)

C/W: Selective mutism, mainly fluff

Context: Set about six years after Pokémon Red and Blue. Red has been up on Mt. Silver for about three years, only coming down when necessary, or when (Y/N) has convinced him to fly down to her house with her (very rare). She visits him up there regularly to check on him and his team, and bring supplies. He's still got his selective mutism, but she learned sign language to communicate with him.

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Six years. It had been six years since (Y/N) had left her home in Pallet Town to set off on her Pokémon journey. Although it was so long ago, sometimes it felt like only yesterday.

She was never as competitive as her childhood friends, Red and Blue, but she did love Pokémon just as much as them. It was a bit disappointing when her dream ended at the Pokémon League, but she was happy for Red, and they moved on quickly.

Red. He hasn't been the same for a while. It's hard to pinpoint when exactly it started, but as time went on throughout their journey, he started talking less and less, before suddenly, he just never spoke again. (Y/N) never found out why, but then again, she didn't want to be rude by asking. Instead, she poured all her efforts into learning sign language, desperate to show support for her best friend in any way she could. It was sometimes weird not physically talking like they used to as young children, but they never needed to talk constantly before anyway. They always had other ways to communicate, so maybe it wasn't too different after all.

For Blue on the other hand, it drove him mad. He never understood how (Y/N) and Red could spend hours just spending time together without uttering a single word. For him, it was a lot harder to understand Red's sudden silence. (Y/N) could tell Blue was trying his best to be there for support, but it was draining him as well. He wanted to support his friend, but didn't know how. Blue was never good at showing real emotions anyway. And now, he's so busy as a gym leader, he barely ever gets the time to go up to Mt. Silver. He's just grateful for (Y/N) for sticking around.

They're all 17 now, and today marks the day when Red and (Y/N) first became friends. Twelve years, it's been. Time really does just fly by.

Humming a soft tune, (Y/N) walks around her house, making sure everything is in place for her to leave. Considering it's their friend anniversary, she was planning on going up to Mt. Silver to visit Red. She even bought him a little present. It wasn't anything big; just a book on Pokémon. She didn’t feel the need to get anything too big, because she knows it just makes him feel bad. But she wanted to get him something, and anything on Pokémon, he'd definitely appreciate.

She looks down in confusion as her pokéball shakes, her trusty Jolteon popping out on his own accord. Shaking her head, she gives him an amused smile.

"What's wrong Jolteon? I only just sent you back. It won't be for long; we're just going to fly to Mt. Silver."

Her Jolteon is very similar to Red's Pikachu, in that he hates his pokéball. Although he does still reluctantly go into his ball when told, (Y/N) prefers to keep him out. She doesn't like seeing him upset, but sometimes it's necessary for him to be in his ball. Like to keep him safe when they're flying.

Jolteon shakes his head, his fur pricking up like static as he runs to the door. Running after him, she hesitates before opening the door, curious as to what he can sense.

"Pika! Pikachu!"

'Hello.'

"Red, Pikachu, what are you guys doing here?" (Y/N) asks, clearly in shock as Pikachu jumps off Red's shoulder and runs inside to play with Jolteon.

'It's our friend anniversary. We wanted to see you.' Red signs, smiling softly.

(Y/N)'s face lights up at the sight of that smile; the one he only ever shows around her or his Pokémon. Stepping to the side to let him in, she closes the door, freezing as she suddenly remembers his present.

Grabbing the messily wrapped present, she hands it to him, her face flushed in embarrassment.

'I got you something. Sorry about the wrapping.' She apologises, averting her gaze awkwardly, before leading him to the couch to unwrap it.

There was something almost terrifying about watching him open it. She knew there was nothing to worry about; she knew him better than anyone, after all. Except Pickachu, obviously. She knows what Red likes, and she knows he'll appreciate the gift, but for some reason, she can't help being nervous.

Feeling his hand being placed on top of her own, (Y/N) jumps slightly, looking up to meet Red's warm gaze. Looking into those perfect ruby eyes of his let loose a swarm of Butterfree in her stomach. Her mouth goes dry, so she just smiles back at him, understanding his gesture of thanks.

Confused when he suddenly grabs his bag, her eyes widen as he pulls out a perfectly wrapped present, handing it to her.

"Red... You shouldn't have."

He just shakes his head, gesturing for the girl to open it. Carefully unwrapping it, hands shaking slightly, she furrows her eyebrows to see a black box. Lifting the lid, her jaw drops to see the beautiful ruby necklace she'd been wanting for months. Tears welling in her eyes, she looks at him in confusion. She never mentioned it to him.

"How did you...?"

Red's cheeks heat up slightly as he signs a response, 'I may have asked Blue if there was anything you had your eye on.'

Gently taking it from her, he clasps it around her neck, grinning happily at the beauty in front of him. (Y/N) shakes her head in disbelief, a small chuckle escaping her lips.

'You really went above and beyond,' She signs to him, gently kissing him on the cheek before getting up, 'tell you what, how about we just have a movie day?'

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Hours had passed, and Red and (Y/N) were still snuggled up on the sofa-bed watching movies, a blanket draped over them. They had stopped earlier for dinner, and Pikachu and Jolteon had already fallen asleep, so there was nothing stopping them from watching movies for the rest of the night.

Except, unfortunately, the tiredness slowly creeping its way in to (Y/N)'s body. Her eyes keep drifting shut, until Red grabs the remote, switching the TV off.

"What did you do that for?" (Y/N) asks, glancing up at him with half-shut eyes, earning a soft glare in response. She knew that look all too well. "But I don't want to sleep yet."

Red places a finger against her lip, silencing her and shaking his head. Planting a soft kiss on her temple, he pulls her closer; a sign that he's not taking no for an answer.

Sighing, (Y/N) moves closer to him, reluctantly closing her eyes. She knows how stubborn he can get, and just decided to leave it at that.

She had almost drifted off to sleep, when she felt a soft pair of lips against her head, and a quiet, hoarse voice break the silence.

"I love you."

(Y/N) freezes, slowly opening her tired eyes to look up at him. Those were the first words he had spoken in five and a half years.

"Red, did you just-?"

"I love you," he whispers again. It looked like a bit of a struggle to speak, but his face showed nothing but pure love and adoration for the girl in his arms.

(Y/N) leans up, pressing her lips against his in a gentle kiss. They were both still very tired, so it didn't last long, but they still had enough time to pour show the love they had held back for years. In those few short moments, it was like a spark rushing through their bodies. All those years of loving each other, all that time they held back, finally expressing their feelings.

When they pull away, (Y/N) buries her head in Red's chest, too embarrassed and tired to actually look him in the eyes. But before she falls asleep, Red does hear her mumble a response.

"I love you too."

Those were the last words she spoke that night. As Red gazes down at the girl sleeping peacefully in his arms; the one he loves with all his heart; he can't help but think about how lucky he is to have her in his life.

(Y/N) is the best thing that ever happened to him, and now they can finally celebrate the start of a beautiful relationship.

#pokemon #pokemon red #pokemon blue #trainer red #champion red #x reader #oneshot #pokemon oneshot #red x reader #red (pokemon)#blue (pokemon)#fluff #selective mutism #kanto

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galraluver · 3 years

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Could I request a Lahn x Reader where the reader is with the paladins when they go onto the ship to basically save him from the beast thingy. Once they save him she's instructed to "look after" him, he's annoyed that a human would be instructed to look over him and whatnot. But she's just being a cute ball of sunshine as usual. Thanks! ^^

You sure can. I'll try to make it as cute and fluffy as I can

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After capturing Warlord Lahn and his clansmen (Y/n), some of the ATLAS crew and the paladins went to question them since they'd been captured. (Y/n) had been there with the paladins ever since their adventure began and she agreed to live on the ATLAS as a part of their new crew even though staying on Earth had been tempting. (Y/n) was acquaintances with the senior Blade of Marmora operatives, although aside from them she'd never met any other galra. She couldn't help but feel anxious about meeting Lahn; she was known to be a little ball of sunshine by everyone she knew, (Y/n) had a feeling that was why she went with the other crew members to the galra base they'd temporarily captured. From what she knew about Lahn he never had peace and happiness in his life and hated anyone who wasn't loyal to the galra empire; a while later after they went to a small fleet of Lahn's cruisers they discovered that there was a space monster who ate the crew, and when Lance and Hunk came flying in the bridge of the galra cruiser they were currently in they were panting as though they'd run a marathon.

"Are you two okay?" Allura asked Hunk and Lance with concern, wondering why they seemed so out of breath and wondered what they'd been running from.

"Yeah, we're fine. But we need to get out of here. Now." Lance responded despite being out of breath, attempting to warn everyone of the monster he and Hunk just barely escaped.

"Why, what happened?" Pidge asked them curiously, knowing that something was wrong based on the panicked expressions on their faces.

"It was… monster. Ah. Blue flash. Almost died. Rotten food goo." Hunk tried to say in between breaths; he was trying to speak clearly, but he was too scared after he and Lance nearly died.

"Wait, where's Keith and Kosmo?" Lance questioned after doing a headcount, noticing that Keith and his wolf weren't there.

"Keith and I were in communication right before we got disconnected. It must have been that thing. You said you saw the creature, right?" Pidge pointed out prior to trying to figure out where the black paladin and his companion might have been.

"Oh, yeah! Face-to-horrifying-face!" Lance exclaimed dramatically, his eyes blown wide as he briefly remembered the terrifying creature he'd seen up close.

"We just watched that thing take out one of my men in an instant. How did you two manage to escape unscathed?" Lahn questoned, wondering how two human boys could escape a space monster while none of his deceased clansmen made it out alive.

Right before Lance could attempt to explain how he and Hunk got away the whole cruiser shook and it felt like it was moving. (Y/n) was startled by the movement and so was everyone else, she noticed that Lahn looked surprised for a moment, but she tried not to show any fear. The cruiser shouldn't have been able to move considering how bad its condition was, but apparently some of the systems still worked well enough to power it up and get it to move. After the day they had (Y/n) couldn't imagine the situation getting worse until it did, she wondered what else could go wrong or if her or any of her teammates would get out alive. Seeing Lahn slightly shaken up was strange since he always seemed to remain calm, their situation was worse than she thought if he could look frightened.

"What’s happening now?" Hunk panicked, clearly freaking out as though he was about to have a panic attack.

"The ship’s moving, and it’s headed towards Lahn’s base!" Pidge informed everyone when she looked at the holoscreen when a set of coordinates appeared.

Right as (Y/n) was about to say something Keith and Kosmo teleported into the room, surprising everyone by their sudden appearance. She was glad that they were still alive, thankfully they just barely managed to escape the beast thanks to Kosmo's teleportation ability.

"Oh, Keith! Good, you’re here! There’s a monster on the ship!" Hunk said, relieved to see Keith and Kosmo had found their way back to the group.

"The base you sent this fleet to plunder, was it Warlord Ranveig’s?" Keith questioned urgently as he flew over to Lahn.

"Yes, it was." Lahn answered, not sure why it was so important who's base he wanted to raid.

"Unbelievable." Keith responded in disbelief; he finally put two and two together and realized what was actually going on, and it wasn't good.

(Y/n) just floated there, trying to process everything that was going on; she kind of tuned everything out for a moment so she could actually process what was going on. She couldn't believe what Keith was saying, he and his mom let the monster out when they escaped one of Ranveig’s bases and now it was attacking any galra it came across. Everyone was suspicious of why Keith knew so much about the monster until he revealed that he and Krolia set it free, even (Y/n) was surprised that he would do something so reckless. Keith felt guilty for what he and his mother did and Lahn had the right to be upset, but it made (Y/n) feel a little angry when Lahn accused Keith of wanting something to get rid of the galra.

Right as Pidge set the ship to explode everyone turned to leave and saw the monster holding a sentry's head. The monster glowed as it roared loudly before it let go of the sentry's severed head, charging straight at Lahn who was it's prey. Before it could attack Lahn (Y/n) grabbed him and dragged him out of the way; the way he froze when the monster charged forward was surprising, if it wasn't for her saving him then he would have been dead. The paladins and Kosmo tried fighting back to deter it away from the only full-blooded galra on the cruiser, but unfortunately the monster was too powerful. As everyone was trying to escape the doors to the bridge closed after almost everyone made it out, trapping (Y/n) and Lahn inside the large room with the beast.

Pidge tried opening the door to get (Y/n) and Lahn out which didn't work, that's when Lance told her and Lahn to move away from the door. Trying to keep Lahn away from the monster was hard, especially when he tried to sacrifice himself which was completely unnecessary, but she managed to save him before the paladins gave them a way out. They quickly got out of the bridge before the creature could catch up with them, hastily making their escape before they could be caught.

"(Y/n), take Lahn to the black lion, we'll hold the monster back as we go!" Keith firmly ordered, knowing that Ranveig’s little science experiment wouldn't give up so easily.

(Y/n) nodded her head and grabbed one of Lahn's hands with one of hers, prepared to drag him to where they entered the cruiser. She turned on her jetpack and rushed to where the lions were, holding onto the large man's hand as tightly as she could so that he wouldn't do anything reckless again. (Y/n) boarded the black lion with Lahn when they made it to their destination, then they waited for the paladins to join them so they could get the heck away from there. Lahn was very annoyed that (Y/n) was ordered to look after him; he was a full-grown man, not a kit who needed to be watched over. He was extremely shocked when she hugged him, it was completely out of the blue and so unexpected; (Y/n) just wanted to make him feel better, she knew the loss of some of his crew made him feel at least a little sad since they were the closest thing he had to family.

"What are you doing?" Lahn asked the young woman with uncertainty, his body feeling warm and tingly when he looked down at her only to see her staring up at him.

"I'm giving you a hug." (Y/n) replied, her tone warm and welcoming while she looked up at him.

"Why?" Lahn questioned while looking down at her while blushing; he couldn't prevent himself from feeling flustered, he simply wasn't used to being around such an adorably petite woman.

"Because you look like you needed one. I know that you've been through a lot, but things will get better." (Y/n) replied whilst beaming up at him.

"How can you be so sure about that?" Lahn inquired doubtfully.

"Because the paladins will get rid of the monster. Besides, things always get worse before they get better, I promise. Things have already been worse today, so it only makes sense that everything will get better now." (Y/n) assured him with confidence, tightening her arms around the lower part of his midsection a little and resting her head against his body.

Lahn's gaze softened as he looked down at her, he had no idea how she could be such a little ball of sunshine but it was kind of refreshing to be around her. (Y/n) wasn't like anyone he had ever met before in his entire life, even though they almost died a few times she was still a little ball of sunshine who remained optimistic. For once, he felt hopeful and kind of happy that she was around, not annoyed like when he had to interact with the paladins. Lahn wondered what it would be like to have (Y/n) around more often, he honestly wouldn't have minded if he could spend more time with her. Eventually the paladins returned and flew their lions back to Lahn's base, although (Y/n) promised him that she would visit him again when she had time and for the first time during his life he genuinely looked forward to seeing someone again.

#Lahn #VLD Lahn #Lahn x Reader #Galra #Lahn x Reader Scenario #Warlord Lahn #Voltron AU Where Everybody Lives #Voltron Legendary Defender #Voltron #VLD #SFW #SFW Scenario #Scenario

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segafan37 · 3 years

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Shadamy Snippet: Emergency Meeting Pt. 1

Author's Note:

This Shadamy snippet used to be a Teaser Snippet for Chapter 6. I wasn't planning for it to be part of the story at all. It was just a old deleted scene that I wanted to share to give you, the audience, a broad idea about the upcoming chapter. However, after my sister read the teaser, she insisted that it be apart of the story. So, after some tweaks, the former Teaser Snippet is now apart of Chapter 6!

I hope you enjoy it! 😁 Art by @drawloverlala

Inside Dodon Pa's Mansion

[Normal p.o.v.]

After Metal and Rouge parted ways to look for Devious, Rouge started wandering through the different crowded rooms and corridors of the mansion. There were four levels to the mansion and Rouge was currently on the main floor. Metal ventured to levels 3 and 4, leaving Rouge to explore the others.

King Donda Pa was never one who lacked in abundance and his mansions were likewise. Each one was styled to attribute the environment that surrounded them, and the one Rouge was in was no different.

The mansion was large and fanciful, displaying the breath of winter. The hallways were long and wide and painted a calm blue. Tall windows filled the rooms and corridors showcasing the fierce blizzards outside.

The halls were decorated with broad tapestries of cream and royal blue, and the floor was polished marble. The rooms were equally vast with crystal chandilers, honed marble floors and many assortment of decor to accent the rooms.

Rouge scanned the multitude of faces as she made her way throughout the main floor. Everywhere Rouge went she was surrounded by Mobians, both good and bad. Everyone seemed cordial enough, but the bat knew better. She could just feel the tension in the air.

Rogue would have been lying to herself if she said this whole affair wasn't the least bit unsettling. It was just a matter of time before something or someone causes the inevitable.

It took a whole hour, but she had finally explored all of the main floor. Rouge still hadn't found her man though. It was time for her to switch tactics.

Just then her communicator picked up a male voice.

"We can't celebrate yet. We still need Rouge to do her part."

It was the voice of Slinger the Ocelot.

"Don't you worry your pretty head about me, Ocelot." Rouge cooed, "I'm already in the mansion, and I've got to say, this mysterious dealer knows how to put on a party! I'm surprised that Dodon Pa even allowed this event! But seeing that he never takes sides...I guess it's not too surprising."

"Hey Rouge!" a female voice squealed through her eyepiece.

Rouge immediately smiled. It was Salkia, her sweet little student. Well, she wasn't little anymore, but Rouge couldn't get the cute little 10 year old out of her head, who wanted to learn how to kick but.

"If any of the food looks good, save me some! Okay!?" Salkia asked.

"Will do, honey!"

Slinger gave out a groan.

"Just stay focused, alright!"

Rouge rolled her eyes. She could tell he was in one of his moods again.

"Relax, Slinger. No need to get snippy!" she said.

"Yeah! We all know you're jealous!" Salkia added.

"Mm hmm!" Rouge smiled.

Slinger released another groan, which made Salkia giggle. She knew she shouldn't be teasing Slinger when he's like this, but he's been acting like a big grump the whole day. And she was tired of it!

Salkia and Rouge continued to pester Slinger with their giggles, until he finally spoke.

"That's not the reason why!" Slinger argued.

This made Rouge and Salkia both fall silent. They knew what he was talking about. [Author: Chapter 4 reference] No one spoke for sometime.

Rouge sighed and decided to change the subject and break the awkward silence.

"By the way, what do you mean by 'Rouge needs to do her part'? You two are the ones assigned to get the package! I'm just here in case there's a slip-up."

"And to secure our escape route!" Slinger emphasized.

"Which I already have covered!" Rouge insisted, "Now you stay focused on your job, while I stay on mine."

Slinger sighed. "Fine. We'll contact you when the package is secured."

Rouge's communicator went silent and she continued to make her way through the crowd, as different fragments of conversations caught her ears.

"I wonder what makes this relic so powerful?" asked a female.

"Whatever it is I bet it's worth a fortune!" another spoke.

"Everyone's assuming that this relic has power, but for all we know, it could be a hunk of junk!"

"Well, if that were true, then Dodon Pa wouldn't have allowed this event to take place in his mansion in the first place."

Well, would you look at that!, Rouge laughed to herself. It seems everyone's here to get their hands on the relic. Huh! Too bad none of them will have a chance to see it!

"What I really want to know" a male's voice began, grabbing her attention, "is who this mysterious dealer is? He clearly doesn't care who gets the relic as long as he's getting paid. And I for one, don't trust those kinds of people. If I'm going to get that relic, I need to first know who I'm dealing with."

"Smart guy." Rouge whispered, as she approached the stairs to the second floor.

"Okay Rouge, enough eavesdropping. You got a Mobian to find."

Once atop the second floor, she looked about and immediately identified this level as the party floor. The music was louder here and gambling tables, slot vendors, pool tables and the like were scattered throughout the joining rooms. Rouge felt like she had walked into a casino.

Rouge peered over the corridor's open railing, and took one last look at the faces below, trying to find the one Mobian who would know how to pinpoint Devious. But she had no such luck. Rouge sighed. She knew it was a long shot. This guy was wanted after all, but Rouge couldn't ignore her strong hunch that he'd be here.

Rouge gritted her teeth in frustration.

Where is he!?

Time was of the essence. She and Metal only had a limited amount of time to locate Devious, before Salkia and Slinger collected the relic. If her sources were correct, the best and only person who could find Devious quickly would be his favorite broker.

Rouge looked over the crowd again, but she still couldn't spot her man.

That cat could be hiding anywhere! I better check in with Metal to see how he's doing.

"Metal, honey? This is Rouge. Do you copy?"

There was no answer.

"Metal, come in! This is Rouge. Did you find anything?"

Still silence. Rouge was about to try again, when a deep sinister voice startled her from behind.

"Looking for someone in particular, my dear?"

Rouge spun around to come face to face with the infamous psychic magician Mammoth Mongul.

His large tan trunk was almost touching her nose. Rouge could smell thick expensive cologne and winsted.

It was never easy to frazzle this bat; she has faced many dangers before, all without hesitation. Some, even close to death, but Rouge also knows when she's met her match.

The hairy elephant towered over the bat, making her appear small and insignificant. Mongul's dark green orbs pierced through Rouge's teal eyes, paralyzed her. She remained in his gaze for ten full seconds.

A small smile slowly crept on the mammoth's face. Was Rouge terrified? Yes. Did she want to scream and fly away to safety? Yes. Was she going to show it? Not on her life!

The Bat released herself from Mongul's spell; eyes sparkling with defiance, as she matched the beast's smile with her own.

"I'm surprised at you, Mongul!" Rouge scolded, "You of all people should know not to be here! It could be dangerous for you."

Mongul smiled at the bat's attempted threat, and decided to give one of his own.

"My dear, Rouge. I appreciate your concern but I can assure you that I am not the one who is in the least bit of danger."

"Is that so?" Rouge questioned, trying to sound unaffected by his words, "Well, even still! I would think you would send one of your mindless followers to get the relic for you to save you the trouble."

"Don't be so quick to judge, bat. I have sent one of my men to take care of the relic. I'm here for a different reason, and being here is no trouble at all."

Rouge raised a painted brow, "Oh?"

"Yes. Just like you, I'm looking for someone, a colleague of mine." Mongul leaned down to bring his face closer to Rouge's ear. "And perhaps", he whispered "my colleague is the same pink cat dealer you're looking for."

Rouge took a step back.

How does he know about Locky!?

Rouge swallowed, as her heart raced.

"I'm sorry, who?"

"No need to hide it, Rouge! Someone of your acquaintance told me all about it."

Rouge gasped.

Oh no, Metal!

"No need to worry about your robot friend, my dear; he's perfectly safe. But I know he'll appreciate your concern."

As he said this, Mongul's eyes met Rouge's and his distinct facial features began to pixelate before her. It was just for a brief moment, but Rouge could clearly see the face of her comrade.

"..."

"Metal, …" Rouge whispered, "I'm gonna knock your bolts right out of you! And turn you into scrap!"

Metal Sonic quickly returned to his cloned form and moved out the way, before a slap could be delivered to his face. Some guests saw the scene and were shocked at Rouge's bravery.

"Why so anger?..." Metal Sonic questioned. His voice was just above a whisper. "Did I scare you?"

"Shut. Up." Rouge growled.

"Okay, okay! I just came down to tell you some news." Metal rose to his full cloned height and peered down at Rouge.

"Then start talking!"

"Not here." Metal instructed, still holding Mongul's deep voice. "Follow me."

Metal brought Rouge to a quiet room somewhere on the second floor. It wasn't like the ballroom, like the other rooms Rouge been in. This was a study. It was large in comparison to most studies, but it was still a study, none the less.

Once both were safely inside with the door locked, Rouge turned to Metal.

"Now, talk!"

"Why are you still angry?" Metal still was using Mongul's voice.

"Metal, stop with the cloning for one second and talk to me!"

Metal sighed, and returned back to his normal self. Rouge let out a small breath she didn't realize she was holding. Rouge folded her arms, waiting to hear her comrade's message.

"I was surprised at how many Mobians came to Dodon Pa's Mansion." Metal said simply."

"That's what you wanted to tell me!?" Rouge screamed.

"Rouge, if you do not wish for us to be discovered in a restricted area, I suggest you lower the volume of your voice."

"I'll start lowering my voice, when you stop messing around! Now, tell me why you brought me here!?"

There was a silence in the air, as each stared at the other.

"I found him." Metal calmly spoke.

"What?"

"I found him." Metal repeated, "I found Locky."

Exsert from Shadamy fanfic "12 Years Later: A New Dawn". You can read the rest of this chapter and more on Wattpad, DeviantArt, Quotev, or Webnovel.

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