#i can't tell you why but november rain just came on and i was like 'yeah this feels like yamcha'

[singmyaubade]

No Longer Yours

James Potter x Female!Reader

A/N: Hello everyone! Now, I know I took so long to post this part but I wanted to think out everything and understand the direction of where the story is going! Thank you to everyone who was understanding and continued supporting me and this story, thank you so much!

IB: In The Cold November Rain by @sweetsweetjellybean (This is truly amazing guys and what truly inspired this entire series so please check it out!)

Summary: James had disregarded you for multiple years, but when you have an epiphany in your final year, how does it feel to taste his own medicine?

Warning: It may contain swearing, use of weed, and soon-to-be smut.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

The fresh sunlight peaked through the curtains in your room right onto your face as you squinted. Nothing like a beam of light hitting your face after three days of avoiding the Potter family.

You hadn't left your room and Dot kept appearing, asking if you needed anything and would give you dinner when it was time. You knew Euphemia was up to this but she wanted to give you your space which you respected.

You loved Euphemia dearly but you didn't know how to face her or what to say about everything. In all honesty, you were a bit embarrassed about the whole thing.

You wanted to go home badly but your Father was still sick and your Mom had to stay with him so it was with the Potters for Christmas which was a tragedy within itself.

You had asked your Mom if you could just go next door and stay there alone but she considered it rude and the Potters would still have to check up on you so it was easier if you stayed with them.

You just couldn't stop thinking about everything which was more painful.

You never felt like you acted obsessive when it came to James but hearing his words in your heard,

"I couldn't get away from you, and the only time I could was when I dated Lily; it was the best months of my life,"

The words echoed in your head during the last three days. You knew you were an amazing friend to James and always thought about his needs and comforted him.

And he had the audacity to say such cruel words when all you had been was kind and caring towards him.

Not only did it anger you but you felt humiliated that you could care for such a hateful and disgusting person.

He hadn't even tried to approach you about the situation, he just continued to live in the same house with you without such of a word.

The only one who did try to talk to you was Sirius and even when you tried to ignore him, he refused it and to admit, he was hard to ignore.

"Oh Y/N!" Sirius sang loudly outside of your door, "I know you can hear me!" You clutched your pillow over your ears to drown him out, "If you don't let me in, I'm gonna tell everyone what I saw you do in the girls bathroom sixth year," He said, urging you to the door as it swung open.

You glared at him while he had a grin on his face as he stepped inside your room, "Wow, Mom really set you up with the perks," He looked around in atonishment.

"What do you want?" You said sincerely.

"How are you?" He nervously asked, scratching the back of his head.

You scoffed, "Peachy,"

His face frowned, "I know you don't want to hear about James-" He started.

You cut him off, "Ding ding! I don't," You replied, laying on your bed as Sirius sighed.

"Prongs is a dickhead," Sirius started, earning a nod from you, "But he's trying to turn the love he has for you into hate," He explained as you looked off to the window, "So that he won't miss you but he does dearly," Sirius pleaded.

"Why can't he be the one to be mature?" You asked lightly, "Why does everyone always have to speak for him and excuse his poor behavior?" You exhaled, crossing your arms over your silk nightgown.

"James will never deserve you," Sirius answered, "But I do think a serious conversation is needed without the dramatics,"

You knew that you agreed that you needed to have a conversation with James to put an end to all the bullshit and to just finally be done but you didn't know what to say or how to start it.

"The only reason he hasn't tried talking to you is because he knows you will see how he truly feels and who you've always known," Sirius spoke, "It's up to you but I know that whatever you decide will be the best option," He gave you a reassuring smile.

You looked at him, smiling back, "When did you become so wise?" You asked.

He shrugged, "I'm afraid I've gotten fed up of James and gotten bored," He snickered as you giggled, "I'll see you," He said, kissing your forehead lightly as you nodded before he exited the room.

James didn't deserve you and he probably never would but you remembered that young boy who had been your friend for all of those years.

You couldn't excuse James's actions but you could find it in your heart to give him the much dreaded conversation that has been waiting to happen.

And despite hating him more than you ever have in your life, you had to find it in you to at least explain your feelings.

A knock on your door interrupted your thoughts, "Sirius?" You asked confused as the door swung open.

You were surprised to see your four best friends at the door, smiling at you.

"Ew why was that your first guess?" Marlene questioned disgusted as your face glowed in excitement, racing over to your four best friends at the door.

You embraced them all in a tight hug as you pulled back, "What are you guys doing here?" You gleamed in excitement.

"Well, we heard about what happened from Sirius and Euphemia suggested that we come," Dorcas answered.

"And well, we couldn't say no," Mary added.

"But what about Christmas with your families?" You asked, frowning at the fact that they won't spend Christmas with their families.

"It's just one Christmas and I'm sure Petunia will have a better Christmas without me," Lily giggled as you gave her a soft smile.

"Well I can't say it's that merry here," You said, sitting on your bed as they all walked in and Dorcas started admiring the bookshelf in the corner.

Lily sat down next to you as Mary and Marlene shared the chair across from you and Lily, "How about we actually have one day to celebrate your birthday instead of focusing on James?" Lily comforted.

"It's never one of those days," You sighed.

"But it can be," Dorcas smirked, holding up candies.

"Candy?" Mary asked with a snort.

Dorcas rolled her eyes, "No you idiot, there's weed inside them," She whispered.

Your mouth agaped, "Where did you even get that?" You asked.

"Remus is one hell of a dealer," Dorcas replied, grinning ear to ear.

"I don't know about that," Lily said, swallowing.

"You did say that you wanted to celebrate Y/N's birthday," Marlene replied with a smart-ass tone.

"That is not what I meant and you know it," Lily argued.

"We don't have to do it Lils," You smiled, kissing her lightly on the cheek.

"Yes my sweet Lily flower," Marlene walked over, pinching Lily's cheek, "Let's not prevent you from blooming," She snickered.

Lily stared daggers into Marlene, "You know what, just to prove you wrong McKinnon," Lily replied, walking over to Dorcas and snatching the bag from her.

"Wait a second!" Dorcas softly shouted before Lily ate two of the candies.

Lily's face contorted into disgust and then a gulp before shaking her head, trying to shake off the flavor.

"Is that safe?" You asked, walking over to Lily and checking her eyes.

"Yeah but it just means she's gonna fucked out of her mind," Mary snorted.

"Lily, you are the one who tells us to never fall for Marlene's tatics yet you do this!" Dorcas said, sitting Lily down.

"I feel fine!" Lily persisted.

"For now," Marlene snickered.

You glared at Marlene as she put her hands defensively, "Well if we wanna follows Lily lead," Mary said, eating two like Lily did.

"Count me in!" Marlene cheered, eating two straight after.

"Should we?" Dorcas asked as you shrugged your shoulders and took two as Dorcas did the same.

You both ate the candies and your face contorted the same Lily's did. It tasted like a bitter, earthy taste as if you were chewing cannabis.

"And now we wait," Marlene said, plopping down.

You yawned as Marlene exasperated, "I don't feel anything!"

"Well duh you idiot, it takes a little bit," Mary chortled, continuing to lay down on the carpet of the living room next to LIly.

"You did insist we move downstairs because you thought the aroma of Y/N's room was ruining it," Dorcas snorted.

Marlene crossed her arms, "It seemed right at the time," She pouted, sitting down in the big armchair.

"Maybe we should've took more," Mary suggested.

And that's when everything took a turn for the worst.

You felt like you couldn't fully think straight and you had this sweet, bitter taste in your mouth. You felt relaxed like a huge weight had been lifted in your shoulders and you could be alone in your own thoughts.

"Took more?" Lily giggled.

"Yeah duh," Mary said, giggling too.

"Duh," Dorcas repeated as you all laughed uncontrollably.

"Stop, I can't breathe," You horrendously laughed, holding your stomach in your hands.

"Guys, I'm gonna pee myself!" Marlene cried out, rocking back and forth laughing in the chair.

"Guys, we are so loud," Lily whispered, shushing all of you while uncontrollably laughing.

You felt like you were gonna explode, "You're right, you're right," You whispered, trying to calm down.

"Okay guys silent game," Dorcas shushed, covering her hand over her mouth.

Suddenly Sirius walked in with a confused grin on his face on why you all were whispering and trying to be silent, "What are you guys bloody doing?" He asked which made you all break.

You all bursted out into outrageous laughs while holding your stomach's, trying not to explode. James walked downstairs with a confused smile on his face as he watched the scene in front of them.

"What's up with them?" James asked, the corner of his mouth upturning.

"No idea," Sirius shrugged, walking into the dining hall as James followed him.

"Girls," Euphemia appeared from the dining hall as you all tried to shush yourselves, "Come into the hall for dinner," She gave a comforting smile.

'Shit.' You mentally thought.

Lily was the first one to rise up, looking at the rest of you with a worried look on her face. You stood up, trying to inhale the next laughing round.

You walked towards the dining hall as you could hear the girls behind you, whispering and saying to "act normal."

You sat down next to James as his face was mentally confused on why you had made that decision in the first place.

You felt like your eyes fluttering close as you laid your head on James's shoulder. You could feel him shift uncomfortably but let it happen without questioning you.

Euphemia saw the state in front of her in utter shock, "Y/N, are you okay dear?" She asked, worried.

You didn't want her to suspect that you had taken anything or were under the influence,

So all you had to do was act normal.

How hard could it be?

You straightened yourself on your chair, taking your head off of James, "I'm fine!" You said, louder than you wanted to, earning a worried look from James, Sirius, Fleamont, and Euphemia, "I just didn't get a lot of sleep last night," You cleared your throat.

"I'm sorry to hear that dear, do you need any potions?" Euphemia asked.

"No, no, that's okay," You smiled as she returned one back but still looked worried.

"James, can you grab me a piece of that chicken and some potatoes?" You asked, looking up at him as his eyes showed visible shock.

He hesitated before grabbing a piece of the chicken using a fork and knife and placing it on your plate and grabbing the spoon to put potatoes on the plate. You muttered a 'thanks' before digging into the chicken and potatoes.

You weren't the only one because the rest of the girls were doing the same. Sirius, Fleamont, Euphemia, and James all had shocked expressions, wondering if you guys were wolves.

Fleamont whispered something to Euphemia as she assured him that you guys were fine even if it didn't look like it.

"Y/N, are you okay?" James whispered into your ear.

You smiled, "I'm fine James, how are you?" You asked before stifling a laugh.

"Are you blazed?" He asked with a scoff.

"Shh," You laughed while shushing, "Don't tell Mom,"

"Bloody hell," James replied, trying not to laugh at the situation, "Okay, try to follow my lead," He whispered before standing, "Mum, Y/N is not feeling well, I'm gonna take her to lay down," He said, helping you stand up by grabbing your waist.

"Do you want me to come with?" Euphemia asked, rising up.

"No, no, it's fine," James stopped her, "She just needs to rest,"

Euphemia nodded, "Okay well, feel better dear," Euphemia smiled as James began walking you and you squeezed Euphemia's shoulder in a 'thank you,'

James whispered a few things that you couldn't make out while taking you up the stairs, helping you on each step. You almost tripped over a step as James grabbed your waist, leading you up the stairs.

You laughed obnoxiously as you went from room to room, trying to get to your own. James could only try not to laugh and be the serious one in the moment.

He was leading you to your room but you placed your hands on the door frame, stopping him, "No, your room," You frowned.

"Y/N, you need to sleep in your bed," James insisted, trying not to laugh.

"Jamesie, pleaseeee," You pleaded as he couldn't force you through the door frame and gave up.

"Okay," James sighed, "Come on," He didn’t want to see the sad look on your face any longer so he had to cave.

You cheered gleefully as James leaded you to his room, carefully helping you step towards his bed before laying you on the bed.

You looked up at him with a smile as he blushed, "I'm gonna go back downstairs and then I'll sleep in your room," He said, moving to leave.

"Wait!" You yelled, raising up, "Lay with me," You looked at him in the eyes as you looked at him back.

His mouth agaped, "Y/N, I don't know if this is a good idea," He replied.

"We aren't doing anything, I just want you to lay with me," You said, pleading with your eyes.

He walked over to the other side of you, laying up on the headboard as you moved your head to his chest, snuggling into him. His heart was beating faster than you ever could have felt it beat.

"Why are you so mean to me?" You asked, frowning into his chest.

He ran his hands through your hair, "Because I don't know what else to do," He whispered, slowing his strokes down, "I really am sorry Y/N, I don't know if you can forgive me,"

"Just talk to me," You said sadly in his chest.

"When you are sober, I will," He chuckled.

"Promise?" You asked.

"Promise," He said as your eyes fluttered close, sleeping into his chest, "I promise Y/N," He whispered, kissing your head before closing his eyes too.

A/N: For one, I am so sorry for how long this chapter has taken. Number two, this was based on my experience of being high so guys, please don't hate and say this isn't the right experience! This chapter was not that long and not very angst filled but I know my plan! Again, if you hated this, I apologize and thank you so much for reading.

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[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Note: you guys must be tired of my Halloween fics already, sorry. Don't worry, also working on requests! But I gotta follow my inspiration.

Part 5 of the Halloween fic, direct follow up to part 4.

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4

Warnings: 18+ suggestive, mentions of bdsm, fright, death, blood. quick mention of suicide, murder, psychosis and mental abuse.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

Summary: Sihtric wanted to know your darkest fantasy and you wanted to know why he's so into ghost hunting.

Word count: 3,6k 

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'I can't wait to love you when you're all locked and chained up.'

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The candles in your bedroom had been snuffed out before you and Sihtric took a shower together, washing off the dried blood which had stained both your bodies. You changed the sheets afterwards, before you got back in bed, while Sihtric only lit the candles on the shelves again, mainly for a cosy atmosphere. And as he did, you looked at the time and saw it was still All Hallows Eve, but only for another hour.

'Will you light the candles in the window too?' you asked as you snuck in bed.

'In the window, my love?'

'Please,' you smiled, 'we have to light candles in the window tonight, to help spirits find their way and to keep out evil.'

Sihtric had smiled sweetly at you and lit the candles. He remembered seeing a bottle of Florida water in the spare room and went to look for it. You watched Sihtric curiously, as he came back in the bedroom with the bottle, wetting his finger with the water and then drew a symbol on your window.

'A rune?' you smiled.

'Algiz,' Sihtric said as he continued his drawing carefully, 'for protection.' 

'You believe my candles are not enough to protect us?' 

The taunting tone in your voice made Sihtric smile as he turned to you. 

'Extra protection,' he said and joined you in bed, where you spent the last moments of Halloween smothering each other with kisses and praises. And this was the first Halloween night in years on which you didn't watch a spooky movie, but you would pick your night with Sihtric over a spooky movie any time.

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'So what else are you into?' 

You looked up at Sihtric as he held you in his arms, snug against his chest, tucked underneath the covers while the wind howled outside, slamming the very first November rain against your bedroom window. Your fingers were loosely intertwined, and you pecked his chin as you waited for his reply.

'Hm?' Sihtric hummed, 'Oh,' he chuckled, 'I really need to stop blurting out things.'

'No,' you laughed softly, 'I like your honesty. So tell me, what other kinks are you hiding from me?' you winked.

'First of all, I am not hiding anything from you, sweet thing,' he smiled, 'I merely said we shouldn't try everything in one night.'

'And we won't,' you cuddled up closer, 'I'm just curious is all.'

'Well, you asked,' Sihtric sighed, smiling, 'I like whips.'

'Whips?' you giggled, 'to draw blood?'

'No, no,' Sihtric shook his head lightly, 'never like that, my love, never.'

'So you like to be whipped?' you smiled and felt Sihtric nuzzle your ear softly.

'No, I don't like to be whipped,' he chuckled, 'it's… I don't know. Probably makes no sense at all, but I like to whip and spank, you know, those things, but I don't enjoy it being inflicted on myself. Probably a weird childhood trauma somewhere,' he laughed, 'and I don't enjoy doing it because it's painful for the receiver, it's like… what we just did. I enjoy the feeling of surrender and being completely safe,' he kissed your cheek.

'So you love the feeling of power?'

'I love the feeling of trust, my darkness,' Sihtric said softly in your ear, 'it arouses me to know that you trust me enough to let me keep a knife next to your bed. And it arouses me that I trust you as you hold a blade against my neck. It arouses me when someone surrenders entirely to me, but also when I surrender myself to someone. It's all about trust and love.'

'Okay,' you nodded slowly, 'that makes sense, yes. Whips and spanking I get too.'

'So you like that?'

'Well I've never tried whips, but spanking, sure,' you giggled softly, 'I like that.'

'Hm,' Sihtric hummed and nuzzled your ear again, 'I'd like to spank you,' he chuckled in your ear and softly bit your helix.

'I bet you do, mister,' you teased, 'but not tonight.'

'Not tonight,' Sihtric agreed.

'So what else?'

'Chains,' he cleared his throat, 'I like both chaining someone up and being chained up.'

The thought of Sihtric being chained up to your bed sent a quick, pleasurable shiver down your spine. You felt yourself become wet again and you desperately tried to shake the thought of his muscular body, fully surrendered to you, with his toned arms above his head, tied to your bed with metal chains. Or the thought of him chaining you up against a wall, and taking you whichever way he wanted. To quote his own words; you thought he was to die for.

'What are you thinking, my angel?' Sihtric asked when you didn't react.

'Oh,' you snapped out of your fantasy, 'nothing.'

'Liar,' Sihtric smiled and moved to lay next to you, looking into your eyes, his face propped up on his left hand while his free hand settled on your waist, under the sheets. 

'Tell me, little bat, what was on your mind,' he kissed your lips softly, 'I already told you I want to know your dark fantasies too.'

'I just… imagined what that would be like.'

'And what did you imagine it would be like?'

You tried to suppress a smile, 'that it would be pretty hot,' you laughed.

'It is pretty hot,' Sihtric smiled and bit down on his lip, 'would you let me chain you up?'

'I think so,' you bit down your lip as well, 'but I don't have the tools for that in my house, sorry.'

'Don't worry,' Sihtric laughed softly and trailed his hand up your body to cup your cheek, 'I have all that and more back home. I wasn't going to do it tonight anyway, you need to rest, let your body heal again before we try something else.' He leaned in and gave you a soft kiss, 'however, you are very much prying into my fantasies, but I still have to hear one spilling from your pretty lips.'

'God, I don't know,' you snorted, 'I haven't done the things you are into it seems, my fantasies must be boring.'

'A fantasy is never boring, and it doesn't matter if you tried it or not. I have fantasies I never tried either.'

'Really?' you laughed, 'and what on earth are those?'

'No,' Sihtric laughed, 'not until you tell me a secret desire of your own,' he looked at you with soft eyes, 'you must have a wild fantasy. Tell me.'

'Hmm,' you hummed as you thought for a moment, and then you started laughing, 'okay, this is really weird I guess.'

'Try me, sweet thing.'

'Okay… so, god, you'll think I'm weird probably, but, uhm,' you chuckled, 'you know those medieval things they used to shame or punish people in? Like a wooden frame in which they'd lock someone with their head and their hands?'

'You mean a pillory?' Sihtric started to grin.

'Yeah, that's the word...'

'What about a pillory?' Sihtric licked his lips and titled his head.

'I don't know, I guess… the idea of, you know,' you laughed, 'getting fucked while being held in one of those things is kinda… arousing?' you felt a little awkward and buried your face under the sheets.

'So,' Sihtric chuckled, 'your fantasy is to be fucked while being locked in a pillory?'

'Yeah?' you pulled the covers down to look at him, 'but I mean… I've never tried it so…'

'Well,' Sihtric pulled the covers away from your face and smirked, 'come to my house and you can try it out,' he winked.

You let out a loud laugh, 'Surely you do not have one of those things in your house.'

'What if I have?'

'You have not,' you frowned with a smile, 'do you?'

'I have.'

'What? Why? How?' you couldn't stop laughing at how ridiculous this was and how aroused it made you at the same time.

'What do you mean why?' Sihtric laughed, 'you just said it yourself. You think it's arousing. And I can confirm it's incredibly arousing. Like the way it-'

'Sihtric, shut up!' you yelled and covered his mouth with your hand, 'just shut up,' you smiled and bit your lower lip.

Sihtric took your hand off his lips and grinned, 'Why? Because it makes you wet just thinking about it? Hm?'

You huffed. 

'No,' you lied with a smile.

'No?' Sihtric smirked and leaned in closer, 'so it doesn't arouse you when you think of how I'll lock your head and hands in, and then pull down those sexy lace panties before I spank that cute little ass of yours? Hm? That doesn't excite you, princess?' he licked his lips and smiled, 'or the thought of how I'll fuck you with my fingers before giving you my cock, and you having no way of touching me or seeing me behind you. Or the thought of hearing that wooden frame creak and its locks rattle with each hard thrust into you. That doesn't arouse you?'

'You either stop talking right now or you take me to your house, Sihtric!' you hissed, to which he laughed.

'I'll stop talking, little bat, because I won't take you to my house right now,' he smiled, 'you won't be able to handle that tonight, I can promise you that.'

'Fine,' you giggled and kissed him. 

Sihtric moved his hand to the back of your neck, making the kiss sloppier and deeper while he moaned softly against your lips as he pulled you on top of him.

'I can't wait to love you when you're all locked and chained up,' he smiled and flicked his tongue against your lips, 'I will make your dark fantasies come true, I promise,' he whispered, 'all of them.'

'I can't wait,' you smiled against his lips, 'but you still didn't tell me where you bought that pillory?'

'Sweet thing, I didn't buy it,' he chuckled, 'I made it.'

'Really? Like… when you were with your ex? Was she into that then?'

'I had it when I was still married, yes,' Sihtric said, 'but she wasn't into any of this. Which is fine, it's obvious why people don't like it, and it doesn't have to be a problem. But she didn't like anything, no light spanking, not even hair pulling. And I know you wonder why I married her, and the truth is that I was young and foolish when I married. And because I couldn't seem to please her, we were barely intimate the last years of our marriage. And for me, not being able to… to express my love or to relieve myself in the way I enjoy… it just… messes you up. Then after we divorced last year, it took me a while to be intimate again, also thinking that maybe I was just the problem and I was a horrible lover. Eventually I had a couple of one-night stands and, sure, sex is nice when you can do it the way you want, but it just,' Sihtric sighed, 'it never satisfied me. A random hookup who likes to be chained up is still not satisfying to me, it means nothing. None of the few women I shared one night with ever meant anything to me.I mean you just awkwardly wave each other goodbye after the fact and you're still alone at the end of the day. So I stopped hooking up because it only made me more miserable. I… I need to feel love, or rather, I want to feel loved. And no one could make me feel that, until you-'

You crashed your lips onto Sihtric's, kissing him hard and passionately, gripping his dark curls as you trailed your fingertips over the shaved side of his head, deepening the kiss. And he grabbed your hips, pulling you up in his lap before he flipped you on your back, just like he did earlier that night, and he pulled your panties down again. 

But this time you made slow, sensual and passionate love, whispering sweet nothings to each other as he bucked his hips slow yet firm against yours. Holding you tightly in his arms, your bodies and lips pressed onto each other until you both reached your high as the candles in your room burned out. 

And after that, you both cried while holding each other, because you both had no idea how to express the deep love you felt for one another. And then you fell asleep in each other's arms.

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The next morning you woke up before Sihtric. You wanted to stay in his arms all day, but you were hungry, snuck out of his embrace, kissed his cheek, and went downstairs to get some breakfast. And just as you took the first sip of your tea, you heard Sihtric coming down the stairs.

'I couldn't find my hoodie,' he chuckled as he walked over to peck your lips.

'Oh, I think I might have thrown it in the laundry after we showered last night, mistaking it for my own. I'm a simple woman, I see a black hoodie and I assume it's mine,' you smiled, not complaining about the fact he was dressed in only his jeans.

'Well, you can keep it if you give me a shirt I'll fit in,' Sihtric smiled and sat down across from you at the kitchen table, and he looked out the window, 'it's a foggy morning,' he said as the thick fog in your backyard made for a grey curtain.

'My favourite weather,' you both said at the same time, and you started to laugh.

You made him tea and breakfast, and while you found out that his stomach was as big as his heart, you asked him how he got into his so-called spooky interests.

'Many years ago,' Sihtric said, 'when I was still working for the government-'

'Black ops, right?'

'Maybe,' Sihtric winked with a smile, 'but there was a mission. It was me, Uhtred, Finan and another man, who I will not name. I can't give you any details, because technically it never happened, but we had to sleep over at an old prison one night. The nameless colleague was also a friend of ours, and was to keep watch that night. He'd been complaining for a few hours already that he didn't feel well, as if it was hard to breathe or something. But we had no idea what he was on about, because no one else felt or noticed anything weird. Then a few hours later, I was half asleep when I heard weird noises, like someone was wheezing, choking. I tried to ignore it at first but I suddenly felt really cold…'

'Temperature drop?'

Sihtric nodded. 'But I didn't know what that meant at the time. So I sat up and looked over at Uhtred and Finan on my left, they were still asleep. Then I looked to my right, and I found our friend on the floor, waving his arms around as if he was fighting something off him, but there was nothing. I ran over and tried to get him up, but it felt as if he was nailed to the ground. I couldn't pick him up, and…' Sihtric swallowed hard, 'I just… I just watched him die. Suffocating while trying to fight something that wasn't there. And immediately after his last breath, the temperature went back to normal again.'

'Oh my god,' you took his hands, 'Sihtric, I'm so sorry.'

'No,' he shook his head, 'thank you, little bat, but I've dealt with it. I've had plenty of therapy for that.'

'But, wait, how was his death explained?'

'Eventually it was believed he had a stroke. But at first people suspected me. I was the only one who saw it happen. Uhtred and Finan never heard or saw a thing until it was over. As if they were kept asleep, you know? We all had body cams, but Uhtred and Finan were not facing us, and mine somehow had no footage of that entire moment, and the cam of our friend was nowhere to be found, until months later it appeared out of thin air in Uhtred's locker. With a lot of difficulty the footage was retrieved, and it completely cleared my involvement, but the footage was terrifying. You could see how I tried to pull him up and you could hear everything I said and the noises our friend made. Then when I was just at a loss I stepped back, my hands in my hair and just looked at my friend dying. That's when the footage starts to glitch and if you watch it with headphones, you can clearly hear a voice say "die" at some point. It's not my voice and it wasn't my friend's.'

'Jesus christ,' you shivered, 'you're really freaking me out.'

'I know, I'm sorry, babe,' Sihtric said. He pulled you in his lap and wrapped his arms around you. 'But, yeah, this was about six years ago, I was recently married then. And naturally the whole event took over my life. And that is how I became interested and invested in this stuff. It started as a maddening hunt for the truth, but the more I learned, the more I started to understand, and I realised that at a place that has seen as much death as a prison, I would never find out what the reason for my friend's death was. It could've been the spirit of a former inmate who simply just wanted to kill. So I gave up on that, but it had taken my interest in general. And well.. Now I'm here.'

'But how did everyone around you react to your interest?'

'Finan and Uhtred understand it. They believe there are things out there, but they rather look away, which is fair. My ex however,' Sihtric sighed, 'she always believed I did it. That I killed him, despite seeing the footage. She said she didn't hear the voice in the video and made me believe I was hearing and seeing things. She had me committed to a mental hospital for months. I've been medicated because she claimed I had a psychosis, and I started to believe her, so I allowed everything to happen really.'

'What the fuck…' you whispered, 'Sihtric…'

'But that's all over,' he smiled weakly at you, 'I'm not insane, not like that at least.'

'Why on earth did that stay with her?' you asked softly as you raked your fingers through his hair.

'I don't know,' Sihtric scoffed lightly, 'probably afraid to end up alone eventually, or… thinking I didn't deserve better.'

'Sihtric…'

'But then I found you,' he cupped your cheeks, 'I found you and I'm going to keep you,' he smiled and kissed your lips, 'but now I want to know how you got into all this.'

'Oh, well, also many years ago,' you said, 'I had a friend who took his life, he was… we were in love at the time, but we couldn't be together, he lived in a different country. A lot of things happened, we broke up, he got into an accident and ended up taking his own life. And… one night I just felt so heartbroken. I was crying for hours in bed already, and suddenly out of nowhere it felt as if someone placed their hand on my leg, as a comforting gesture, you know?'

'Gods,' Sihtric whispered, with compassionate eyes, 'I'm sorry, my love.'

'It's okay. It's been many years. I'm at peace with it too, like you are with your friend, but, yeah, that's what started to pull me into this world. That and the fact I suppose I was always a little different than most people.'

'Yeah, can relate,' Sihtric chuckled.

You smiled at each other and embraced, and you buried your face in his neck.

'Anyway,' Sihtric said, 'now let's talk about more fun things.'

'Right,' you chuckled, 'so, hey, you want to watch a movie tonight?'

'Tonight? Ah, fuck,' Sihtric said, 'I completely forgot. An old friend of mine, Rypere, throws an after-Halloween party tonight. I'm not a big fan of his parties, but being a friend, I kinda gotta stop by.'

'Oh,' you said, 'yeah, sure. Of course, I understand. I'll watch a movie on my own.' You smiled and shrugged.

'No, why don't you come with me? Be my date and all that.'

'You want that?'

'Of course,' he pulled you close and flicked his tongue against your lips.

'But, wait,' you giggled, 'you said you weren't a big fan of his parties. Why?'

'Eh,' Sihtric grimaced, 'yeah, maybe you shouldn't join me after all. He's a great guy, but his circle of friends, they're not my people and… well, let's just say an orgy is bound to happen at that party.'

'What?' you snorted.

'I'm not into that, I swear,' Sihtric laughed, 'I give myself to only one person. But, yeah, his parties are a little extreme. So I usually stop by, have a drink, and leave before things get out of control eventually.'

'Oh my god,' you chuckled, 'well, now I am kind of curious anyway.'

Sihtric went over his thoughts for a moment. 'Fine, we can go, but only for like an hour or so. After that I'll bring you home, and we can watch a movie.'

'Not at your house?' you grinned.

'Princess, you are a menace,' Sihtric chuckled, 'we'll see how we feel when we leave the party. But, you'll see my house anyway because I gotta stop by first. I need clean clothes and we gotta dress up for that party.'

'Fair,' you said, 'how are you dressing up?'

'Not sure yet, but we gotta do something matching now, right?' he smiled.

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[ghostgirlgeist]

task #3- absence

november felt like it was already moving quicker than phyllis could keep up with. the library had been receiving an ample amount of business lately, and when phyllis mentioned it to other librarians, they would inform her that it was not out of the norm for reading to become a more desirable hobby when the air outside grew a bit crisper and spending time outdoors wasn't the preferable past time of most evermore residents. phyllis never minded when the seasons changed, though she was exempt from feeling the bite of cold air against her skin being as she was, you know, a ghost and all.

slipping the sleeves of her sweater over her hands, she nestled deeper into the chair behind her counter, head lulling to the side as what could be considered exhaustion hung heavy on her lids. eyes focused on a pen that was sitting atop her unattended paperwork, her mind allowing it to spin oh so faintly to keep her somewhat grounded. her efforts failed, of course, and as weighted lids rested shut... her mind wandered, drifted, into what wasn't particularly sleep but a phantom's equivalent of it.

the pen found itself lifting from the old and worn desk, it's drying tip due to a cap long-lost finding companionship with the parchment that now lay blank beneath it. phyllis, sleepily blinking herself awake, watched as it began to dispense ink against the page... reading as it did.

❛ dear miss grimwood,

hello again. it's me, phyllis, writing another letter to you even though you'll probably never receive it. now, whether that's because i don't understand how the post service works or because the weirdness of this town won't let me, or any part of me, leave it ... i'm not sure. but, maybe it's for the best you're not able to read the letters i've written to you. there have to be hundreds by now, even though i don't write as often as i used to. i'm sorry for that.

when i first came to evermore, i spent a great deal of time missing you. i'm sure the other ghouls felt the same way but, it seemed like they all had an easier time settling in then i did. maybe that isn't true, i dunno, but it felt like it. i used to see this therapist, they were so grool, you really would have liked them— but all i'd do is sit there, the whole time, and just wish i was talking to you. it made me feel guilty, like i was wasting their time, like i didn't really care if they listened because they weren't you. i think they noticed this, because they started to ask me why i didn't talk to you anymore or why i didn't just reach out to you. it's not that i don't want to talk to you, miss grimwood, i just didn't know how. i still don't. i don't know a lot of things, i've realized.

i think part of me is scared to tell you about my life in evermore. it's nice, it's lively and the people here are particularly peculiar and fascinating enough to keep me on my toes. they're not all human, i've learned, but all of them are strange. i know we aren't strangers to strange but... somehow, even still, i'm still feeling like the odd one out. i find it harder to grasp onto things than i did when i lived at the school with you and all the other ghouls. even with coach. i just feel... different. i know i am different, and you always told me that being different is what made me phyllis but, i'm growing tired of being SO different i don't feel like i could have anything in common with anyone if i tried. i am lying to more people than i am not, saying silly things just to hide a part of myself that i worry will scare people away if i'm not careful. i make up ridiculous excuses for why i can't eat the delicious looking food the cute man at the tavern offers me, for why i don't want to go outside when it is raining, why i couldn't ride any of the carnival rides or how, when i doze off, i just seem to disappear... i'm so tired of lying but i'm too scared to tell the truth. i know you'd assure me you aren't disappointed in me but, you practically raised me and i know that wouldn't be true. a part of you, even if it was the smallest bone in your body, would be disappointed i took all of your talks and lessons for granted like they never happened.

you always told me to embrace the things about myself that make me different from anyone else. i try to remember that you always told me you could only count on one hand how many ghouls you knew who could spin their head in a full circle like me. i try to remember you told me it always chilled your heart how i could laugh so loud even though i had no lungs to fuel the sound. how you could feel when i entered a room, even if i was silent and invisible all at once. the ghouls here do a lot to make me feel better but the guilt for putting that responsibility onto them eats me dead. coupling that guilt with the potential disappointment just feels like.... it just feels bad, miss grimwood. you are one of the only people who truly has ever made me feel seen, even when i don't have the energy to make myself visible. i just miss you so deeply and am so ashamed because you worked so hard to teach me to love myself and.... i just don't. i find myself wanting to be like everyone else and i just picture you, in the back of my mind, shaking your head. i know you're right. i'm disappointed too.

i'm sorry i don't write to you as much. i'm sorry none of the hundreds of letters i haven't sent don't have anything good to say. maybe one day i'll send a letter, but like i'm doing to everyone else, i'm sure i'll lie to you too. i'm sure i'll tell you i'm having a shrieking good time, that i'm settling in great, that there is no where else i'd rather be than here in evermore with all the new friends i've made...

if i ever do send that letter, miss grimwood, i hope you don't reply.

forever your little boo,

phyllis geist ❜

a sudden clearing of the throat had phyllis stirring fully awake, her breaths heavy and infused with emotion as she looked around a bit sporadic for a moment. eyes, brimmed with what could be called tears, lifted to meet the tentative face of a concerned library-goer. stitching a smile upon her face, rubbing at her eyes, stifling a yawn — phyllis disguised her emotion as exhaustion. ❛ gosh, i'm so sorry... i uh, must have dozed off there... what can i help you with ?? ❜ the individual then dismissed phyllis, politely, and instead opted to inquired if she was alright. the most insincere smile fluttered across the phantom's lips, hands waving around as if to shoo off the mere IDEA of her being anything but alright whilst simultaneously covering up the letter with the paperwork she had neglected.

❛ oh, i'm just fine, i promise... a little tired, is all, but truly- i'm happy to help you with whatever you need. ❜

ah yes, phyllis, yet another lie.

#evermorehqstask

[a-mag-a-day]

MAG 61 - apple cutting

HA! Another ambiguous episode title! Hard Shoulder as in Breekon & Hope being like solid wood when Daisy hit them (like them having a hard shoulder) and the hard shoulder of the road. Or possibly Daisy' shoulder was meant as well? Jarring her arm when hitting Breekon & Hope and then being hold with a firm grip by her shoulder so she wouldn't follow Zack into the coffin.

I love Fay's voice btw. I could listen to zir for hours.

JON "…Right. Um, so, you came to deliver one of the tapes. From Basira? The uh, the, the audio tapes. … So… can I have it? Please?" DAISY "I’m thinking." - Is it already happening here? Does Daisy already feel Jon's compulsion and tries to parse what it is? Because next time, she's already prepared:

JON "…If you don’t mind me asking, hhhow long have you been sectioned, now –" DAISY "[angrily] I do mind – … 14 years." - Here it definitely happened.

DAISY "Not as long as you understand my policy: if it gets out, I’ll break every bone in your body." JON "[sigh, muttering] There are worse things that could happen to them…" - It makes me sad, that he is already expecting all sorts of horrible fates that could (and will) happen to him.

(Cont.) DAISY "[confused, possibly offended] What?" JON "Uh, nothing. Uh, statement of Detective Alice “Daisy” Tonner of the London Metropolitan Police. What’s the subject?" - Peak office comedy again.

It's the 1st December. Jordan Kennedy's statement was on 3rd November, exactly 4 weeks ago. Including Jordan's and this statement, that means Jon recorded 7 real statements in a span of 4 weeks.

"A Wednesday afternoon doesn’t see a lot of traffic" - Is it also tradition in the UK that public services are closed on Wednesday afternoons? In the village I'm living in, even all the non-supermarket-chain shops have closed on Wednesday afternoon.

"Part of me wanted to spot some idiot who I could take my bad mood out on" - First time around I immediately decided that this character is an absolute asshole and that I hated her. (Wow, that would drastically change in S4…)

Seriously, delivery vans driving reaaaally slow I find justified to check out. That's very suspicious for not having their load secured correctly and that being the reason for them to drive so slow.

"The man who got out looked normal – so normal that these days I can’t really picture his face. Said his name was “Tom.”" - High probability that this is Not!Sasha's Tom.

"From the back of the van, there was a sound of moaning." - While on my first listen I was lucky to recently already have relistened to MAG 2, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to connect things (because I couldn't remember anything from that episode). But heavy rain and moaning I immediately thought that it's gotta be the coffin!

"I yelled at them to explain what the hell was going on, but they just stood there, staring at it. So I hit one of them with my baton." - Oh yeah, that Daisy definitely is an awful person…

"I shouted for him, started to run but I felt a huge hand grip my shoulder. I grabbed it with my good arm, tried to escape it, but the grip was too strong. The texture of the flesh was like hard rubber. All I could do was watch as my partner kept walking into the earth, on stairs that couldn’t be there." Isn't it ironic? Here they saved her, but the next time Daisy would see Breekon & Hope and the coffin again, Breekon will make her go into the Buried herself.

JON "Uh, there is one other thing – I’ve been meaning to ask Basira, but you might know better –" DAISY "I’m done." - He's doing it again…

(Cont.) JON "Oh – yes, it’s just, j– [quickly] do you know anything about vampires?" - Now here's why he makes the perfect Archivist. Just can't shut up, asking more and more questions even when facing possible violet people (and later monsters)… tbh I'd probably also totally abuse a power like this.

DAISY "[anxious, drawn] Don’t tell Basira. She doesn’t know about that procedure. I, I’m not sure how much she’d understand" - Daisy worrying about what Basira might think of her? Even if it's actually straight up killing monsters in this instance, but Daisy really don't want Basia to know what she's capable of.

It's interesting that the coffin is connecting Jon and Daisy that much. When they met for the first time Daisy tells her statement about the coffin. Next time both of them will be dealing with the coffin, they actually start bonding, which slowly turns into a genuine friendship.

JON "Well, that’s a matter for later. I need to go home. Try to get some sleep." - Good! Keep up that attitude!… I'm also going to sleep now XD

Fay's voice is indeed great,

The Archivist, The Wolf and the Coffin... sounds like a Narnia book

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[ramblesinshamblesgreenbus]

i talk to T and I tell him, i'm doing to you what he's doing to me - why are we both so stupid? why do we both consent? why can't i treat you like a respectable human being instead of an emotional crutch. why do i get mad at you, like those shit owners that yell at their dogs when they yap in joy that they're finally home.

i tell him, you have the softness i crave. the gentleness i was robbed of. you disbarred the winding road to your heart, so why do i just wish to squash it? i would hope it's more than ego - i was hurt, i need to hurt someone else. maybe i need to teach you a lesson. maybe i need someone to really relate to. to look at and ask "see how it feels?". maybe. to do to someone what was done to me and hear "what you did was shit - you're a bad person" because then maybe I'd believe it about him.

late november and the bad mood comes from inside but the culprit is external.

what vexes me so about T? the fact that he admits his weakness? the fact that he doesn't lash out or act high and mighty when i hurt him? the fact that he is what i crave to be and what i loathe becoming? I'm puking my anxieties into the air, hoping they'll drift toward the ceiling but of course they rain back down on me. I’m not stupid—I know I’m creating my own misery.

I remember a man at the head of a seminar table saying that character should be able to be summed up simply by describing the way the moon appears over their shoulders. most writing advice gives me secondhand embarrassment but this made me sit up and pay attention. did I really understand what it meant? I was nineteen, chickpea-brained and perpetually high (should i give that a try? helped me navigate much shittier situations), hard to trust any assertion from that version of myself, but the idea that the world looks a particular way to everyone is an old one. every set of eyes sees differently and its up to the author to tether the moon to the character’s particular vision, individualize it. I suppose the revolutionary goal of all writing is to show someone else the inside of your own head, or inside the head of a character you made up, which is also your own head but with a specific kind of filter overlaid. at that seminar table, I thought to myself: to G, the moon looks like a curled-up girl crying in his bed. it came to me like that—easy. obviously he was an abuser and not my character, although I had invented enough good qualities of his for that to be considered a work of fiction. T can only see full moons - if I were to look him in the eye while he was looking at the moon, I'd see it reflected full in the blue of his gaze. why is that. make a joke about it being made of cheese. what's the moon like to B - probably a dark void right now, all-consuming, endless pit of a black hole. to me the moon is jagged and slim and pointy, and past me would want to resemble her, and present me just begs for it to be more, to shine brighter - my eyes hurt in the dark.

I think I was nine when I came home with the question of do you see the same colors I see and my mother said, “i don't know, tell me about them,” which meant nothing in the grand scheme of things, stuff rarely does - but it meant everything to me. let's create together. Dante and Aristotle or some shit like that. I want someone to get me like mum does.

the work has been good, better than good, but I can't articulate, or don't wanna articulate what has gripped me over the past few months even though it’s been transformative because the thing that’s gripped me also feels drenched in what the storm cloud discourse decided was Bad. obsession, perception, possession, boundary dissolving sublimity. art, I guess. creation. I don't fucking know. yeah I’m still haunted by all that same old shit, really wish that I weren’t. hard to write without thinking about it. my problem is certain arguments still ring thru my head because I found them so stupid and therefore chilling.

writing without righteousness makes me feel like a maniac, like a villain straddling a rocket aimed for a stranger's brain, whipping its flank like, faster faster. it also feels really good. C always warned that I was the kind of girl destined to ruin a life, but it can't be mine that’s destroyed because look where I am: quiet mornings with the cat on my lap, afternoons of work directed by me, produced by me, conjured by the sorcerer within me who either stands arms spread like angel wings or lies in wait, a fox curled in my heart-den. a girl curled in a bed, nose tucked into her tail. I really don't think I'll be able to live like this forever, don't believe I’m actually charmed. this has to be a trick, some kind of glitch that eventually will be corrected, but in the meantime I'll play the bandit, the congirl with an opal heart. I'm getting away with it. another corridor revealed, cobwebbed and stale. doubt does creep in, like maybe I shouldn't be searching so relentlessly, maybe I'm going to find something I shouldn't, maybe regret is around the corner.

[mydyspraxiablog]

Having dyspraxia I member of Dyspraxia foundation, Coelicuk other members but there is dyspraxia week up in November I would like give some money to dyspraxia foundation and Coelicuk but there promble I also sponder a child in Ethiopia and don't want that family miss out on birthday and Christmas after Christmas there birthday coming up in family.

Promble don't trust Natwest bank anymore called tell table bank.

At ages of 50 years old have ask mum if could give money charity's and embrassment all because of scarm I can't going town order coffee or hot chocolate like use missing day went up stone order hot chocolate whip cream chocolate flak and marshmallow dream having then then chocolate 🍫 Icecream in Stone those days when was Richard fellowship volunteers but miss it because now noughting in Stafford.

I got cold wait for bus 3.30pm-4pm Here one passages say " took of 3.45pm bus because of two school buses one 825 school bus other 8A school bus. So start rain really badly but most people decide go back have coffee in at cafe Nero but me could not because didn't any money so wait by self at bus stop goal square it was really cold.

Then bus didn't up 430pm because roadwork on Wolverhampton Rd and moss pit hold bus up.

Noughting can do public bus not turn up because took off because school run if buses too late because roadwork there abouda ship leaving passages wait for next bus to come.

I get worry bus might be fall up might not get on it but luck 101 bus came first at was full up and that double deck bus. Other bus did turn up behide 101 bus home bus also full up too.

Don't get wrong love farms doing and arts crouse doing but waiting do math and engish crouse in Stafford and other film crouse Indid enjoy making films bit not going happon.

"How do know Christian aid ,Acting Aid are really charity you know Facebook do fake charity offers them free sample like pray book or candle she jealous of Amazon because find way be paid things with out my Natwest card using mum card by finger print that how order things through Amazon or voice code do shopping but not going do that I do something different this Christmas want do some good around the world and in uk but can't help everyone need saving nougt money for birthday and Christmas. I really ask mum can have money buy your birthday card or birthday gift or Christmas gift 🎁 it would not be right so I decide this year going making Christmas things mumm and my family.

Right wonder. What can do help children in uk and around the world 🌎 but help hidding disabilities and disabilities child and adult too. I got think plus help those dogs and cats 🐈 in shelter want to help them.

I do want go Charlie cafe see all cats there as I missing Annabel and Sydnee my pets cats that both gone over Rainbow bridge and I want see them. Today saw Rainbow 🌈 in Stafford outside but waiting for double Rainbow so know Annabel, Sydnee my pets cats and Darcy my dog 🐕 missing them all want them back but can't I really upset with PSDA run out funds for help sick pets wasn't any money in pot so have put Sydnee down end of May how die upset me she hidding beside book shelf and fall sleep on neck down between pipe of bookshelf and body on floor so could not let die that way so pick up Sydnee but on Soffee on my knees said " You with Annabel now but Christmas really be hard for me it second years Christmas with out Annabel you die 16 years old and first years without Sydnee at Christmas Sydnee die of 17 years old. What kill Sydnee rat possion from the park knob down building at was Hotel 🏨 bulliday stupid caring home and look park behide me and don't want ride three wheel bike anymore don't walk around the park anymore I don't want go out in gardens anymore why noughting do in Stafford?

If do going town get art book and draw of Victoria Park. Trees, birds and Swam but can't going in cafe having drink coffee with no money.

So just sit there draw till get tide walk back home is weather nice or back on buses.

What decide this years not let Newphew and Nices down this years.

I not going let my sponder child and her family down this year as well but don't let dogs and cats be shelter want help children go to school

And help animals too.

So have see if can make some Christmas gift 🎁 for family instead but don't know get whole family photo just have look up on Google photos with all family.

What do next is secert for family around the world.

#dyspraxia

[tenshindon]

if i had to attribute a vibe to yamcha i feel like it’d be 80′s love songs but only if they were sung by rock bands

#snap chats #yes i do have to specify Sung By Rock Bands #because other 80's love songs Not rock oriented don't give me the same feeling #but yeah #i can't tell you why but november rain just came on and i was like 'yeah this feels like yamcha' #maybe not so much the song's lyrics- well maybe a little- im not analyzing november rain lyrics #not now anyway #but just the sound of the song yk #also like any white snake song gives me yamcha vibes #you know what i just think 80's rock music gives me yam vibes #if i get bored enough maybe i'll actually look at myself and go 'why DO 80's rock love songs make the think of yamcha' #maybe its because 90% of 80's rock bands' band members all had mullets #join me next time where i give more dragon ball characters song vibes #actually deadass??? if people send in characters i'll do that LMAO #i don't expect anyone to but it'd be fun

[aphrodite1288]

You talked about some photo he has in his ig of when he was w/ ks, but he still has the photos that were supposedly take by j and was the build of their love ig thing. Why that?

If you mean the pics of November 25th that Disspatch posted and said Jenn was there so it was her who took them:Because simply she did not take them and she was not there. It was Ji's brother in law who took them and his sister was there and Ji went to give the kids to their parents after he took them on a play date. Didnt you read Ji's comments on those pics? He is smart he knew Disspatch wants to use those pics so he couldn't put a caption on them instead he was smart and went and wrote comments under the post and he said he is so excited to meet Raeonnie and that he gave him the best kiss ever and he was cooing at how cute his nephew is and he said "I can't take it Raeon just gave me the biggest kiss I can't take it what should I do? I have to go!"

The heck?? You believe in disspatch? 🤣😂 You didn't see how much mistakes they did in Jennnkaiii date ?? Nothing is right! The timings are WRONG, the camera man close to the car and Jenn looking at the camera man straight in the eyes while his reflection was so so close on the car (the reflection of the cameraman was on the car he was CLEARLY taking pics of them during that day and Jenn was smiling at his reflection and posing for him to take pics of her ). Let's not forget Ji cutting the live when the manager say " Kai scandal" when they were going to film the dating scandal with the same clothes he was in on the live. And DID YOU WATCH his live of december 4th? He was hinting to us not to believe what's going to come out and he hinted us in the live to always only believe in him and warned us not to believe what's gonna come out he literally was laughing his evil laugh nonstop in the live he was so excited that his plan is gonna work that he exposed Disspatch 1 month before they dropped the dating news! And he kept telling us that he can't tell us where he's going and that he has a secret schedule and he was laughing evilly with the manager and he also he was pointing out stuff he needn't point out!? Like when he said "it's Raining and I went shopping and I bought new clothes that I'm wearing now look! I'm wearing ripped jeans and look at my beige coat and my beautiful blue scarf" and he turned on the lights in the car to show us his ripped jeans and beige coat and THE BLUE SCARF, why was he insisting and pointing out on the outfit on that day of december 4th? Well little did we know it was his plan because 1 month later Disspatch was going to show us the pics of the same outfit that he bought on December 4th and tell us it was him on December 2nd right after he came back from Hawaii and went to see her and give her a PAPER BAG of gifts at YG building! He literally told us that he was going to do something he can't tell us and it's the same live the manager said "Kai scandal" in and Ji cut him off and told him to shut up and closed the live on us. He made sure to show us his clothes that he bought in December 4th 2018 while disspatch put his pictures of that day as the day he came back from Hawaii on December 2nd and they said he went straight to see her and give her gifts that were in his paper bag, while in the live ON DECEMBER 4TH he told us he just bought those clothes and was insisting on showing us the rip on the jeans and the beige furry coatvand the BLUE scarf ( on Disspatch dating pics) and he told us that he changed in the car for a reason (you know cause he had to go film for the disspatch date separately from jenn that day) and he even showed us the paper bag that disspatch told us he has some gifts in them for Jenn but the smart ars he is: he showed us that the bag has only his old clothes in it that he removed to wear the new ones he bought on December 4th! But disspatch put those pictures from December 4th with the clothes he showed us he just bought in the live of December 4th and disspatch told us it was December 2nd and he went straight from Hawaii 13hours flight to see her in Y/G building right after he came from the airport (which is dumb why would he change his clothes if he just went straight from the airport to see her? Also why wouldn't he go and rest? He said he was SICK since he came back from Hawaii he had gastritis and he said he slept all day for 20 hours right after he came back from Hawaii because he was sick and had severe Gastritis! He said he slept all day after he came back from Hawaii because he was so sick during the flight and he we all saw how tired he was at the airport, be was literally looking down all the time in all the pics taken of him and he was dragging his feet of how much tired and sick he was, while disspatch said he went straight from the hawaii 13 hours flight to see her right away straight from the airport to her dorm! ?? He exposed Disspatch in December 4th and said he was sick on December 2nd and slept for 20 hours once he came back from the airport! 😂

(Oh please count how many times I said SICK and DECEMBER 4TH)

And let all that aside shouldn't be at least take a shower first? You wanna go see your Hot IT girl that every man wants to date in your 13 hours flight clothes and nasty hair and breath and clothes? Also why would he go and meet her in Y/G building????? (don't they wanna stay lowkey?? Especially that she was still a rookie back then and was under a dating ban and just had her debut 2 months ago so she can't risk being seen?? But instead she was looking at the camera man in the eyes while his reflection was on the car so so close to her??) where the pics were taken the pics of the day of his Live in December 4th with the outfit he bought in December 4th (that Disspatch told us was on December 2nd) when the manager slipped and said " we're going to have Kai scandal filming schedule ". All of that and disspatch told us it was on December 2nd !! How can he wear clothes he bought in December 4th on December 2nd??? We know Ji cam Teleport but I didn't know he can time travel to the future back then??And there are a lot of other details that were so wrong!oh and don't get me started on the stupid October 3rd Paris Date that Disspatch liked at and said they were there together while Ji came back on September 26th while Jenn went to Paris on September 29th!! Ji was back to korea 3 days before she went to Paris ! And disspatch took us for stupid and showed us pics of October 3rd from Jenn's IG and told us he was there with her and they showed us a shoulder and a a blue sweater and a Bucket hat of a person and told us it was Ji while it turned out it was a woman and she was from the staff member and Jenn did a live and that woman with the bucket hat and blue sweater appeared on the live clearly! that's why koreans were all laughing in Naver article and saying that Disspatch article was full of mistakes and staged mediocre pics and moves and tactics and told th to step up their game. Also why would they go to a public park at 10pm??? 10pm in korea is the time everyone goes out! Normally idols who want to hide they go out after 1am and there are very famous and private places that all idols know and meet at where no sasaengs or paparazzi could catch them and where no cameras are allowed with extreme privacy and security policy. Why going to a public famous park?? They could hang out at his or her place? They could've been to a hotel or to one of those famous dating places for idols, That's safer!? But no they got to go to a public park UNDISGUISED with no masks on not even trying to hide their faces or hair! Heck during comeback eras I've seen Ji hide his hair and face better than that day of their staged dating scandal.

Oh lord there are more things that I can point out but I'm so tired of writing. I've never written that long.Ps: I hope our beloved Kadiists could leave us the links and pics of those analysis of the mistakes and lies disspatch did. Also I would love if you could join in the live of December 4th 2018 from Ji's IG. That would be helpful for anon to understand. And if Anon needs anymore clarification you could leave us a DM and Aurore admin would explain further she's coming back soon.

@Admin_Fallone (with little help from Admin Aurore since I'm so bad at remembering dates and events)

[valeriethepussycats]

Inside Out

Chapter 4

Pairing- Loki x Reader

Warning-cursing and childhood trauma

Your thoughts and other characters are in italics.

Flashbacks are in bold.

“The celebration had been going on strong for the last few hours, and there wasn’t an end in sight. Asgardians strolled through the streets, rejoicing the fact that the Nine Realms were safe at last. Friends laughed, kids played, and warriors recounted their many victorious battles.

Y/n,Gambit,Sif, and The warrior three are all drinking in the castle, until Y/n starts to get flashes of Loki. He was in the scorching sun day in and day out,and they deprive him of water for weeks, and someone used the mind stone on him. Outside her head all the glass bottles and wine glasses bust, and Gambit immediately looks over at Y/n and see the black vines on her arm but before he could make his way over to her but time freeze.

Y/n gets up and runs to the dungeon, when she gets there she just stands in front of Loki’s cell looking down at her feet. Having a hard time looking at him and not see what she saw.

“Y/n, what’s going on?” Loki said as he looks around and see everyone is frozen. “Are you doing this?”

“why didn’t you tell me....why didn’t you tell me you were tortured.” Y/n questioned.

Loki looks at Y/n with wide eyes. “How do you do know that.”

“The stars, our minds all of that is Connected remember. How you not tell me.” Y/n said with Infrequent blinking.

“I didn’t want you to see that.” Loki answered.

“You were alone before you came to earth.” Y/n said as a tear rolls down her face.

The Black vines starts to slowly climb up her arm and appear on her face. Loki see that Y/n is in distress from what she learned. He knows what will happen if he let her feel those emotions. So he walks up the to the shield and use his up most calming and soothing voice he could muster at a time like this.

“It’s ok I’m fine Y/n look at me look at me.” Loki pleased.

Y/n looks at Loki with an empty stare. “No it’s not fine.....you were tortured. You were tortured into do what you did on earth. You was being watched. Even if I was aware of what was going on with you there was nothing I could’ve done. Nothing you could’ve done cause if you would’ve said or done anything differently they would’ve killed you.”

“I tried my best to get to rid those memory. I knew you would be able to feel it.” Loki said.

“I never wanted to experience those feeling.....not again?” Y/n quavered. “Not again.”

“What do you mean by ‘not again’?” Loki dais with a firm voice.

“The people that took me did this to me they put someone else’s X-Gene inside of me and I have to learn how to control it....and when I couldn’t control it they would put a collar around my neck then throw me into a dark room. The feeling of loneliness every day inside that room...if it wasn’t for Gambit....” Y/n trailed off. But Loki knew what she was going to say.

“I’m so sorry. I am here.” Loki puts he’s hand on over the Barrier of the cell walk and Y/n copies his movement.

“The person that did that to you.” Robin started. “What was there name?”

“Thanos” Loki answered.

“Thanos.”

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At that same time, back on Asgard, Heimdall, the all-seeing keeper of the Rainbow Bridge, stood at his post at the edge of the observatory, scanning the cosmos. He did not turn when Thor approached, but spoke as soon as the prince was behind him.

“You're late.” Heimdall announced.

“Merriment can sometimes be a heavier burden than battle.” Thor stated.

“Then you're doing one of them incorrectly.” Heimdall commented.

Thor chuckles. “Perhaps. How fare the stars?”

“Still shining. From here I can see Nine Realms and ten trillion souls.” Heimdall looks at Thor for a moment. “You recall what I told you of the Convergence?”

“Yes, the alignment of the worlds. It approaches, doesn't it?” Thor asked.

“The universe hasn't seen this marvel since before my watch began. Few can sense, even fewer can see it. A world that's infected can be dangerous. It is truly beautiful.” Heimdall explained.

They looks out into the stars. “I see nothing.”

“Or perhaps that is not the beauty you seek.”

Thor laughs. “How is she?”

“She's quite clever, your mortal. She doesn't know it yet, but she studies the Convergence as well. Even...” Heimdall stops as he senses something.”

“What?” Thor stressed.

“I can't see her.”

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We see Jane being infected by the Aether] [after Jane is infected with the Aether she reawakens in the factory, she runs out to find Darcy has called the police.

“Jane! Where the hell were you?” Darcy exclaimed.

“Tell me you didn't call the police!” Jane inquired.

“What was I supposed to do?” Darcy asked.

“Not call the police!” Jane yelled.

“I was freaking out.” Darcy stuttered.

“You call the cops they tell the feds, the next thing you know we have Shield crawling all over area fifty-one-ing the place.” Jane proclaimed.

“Jane!”

“We had a stable gratification anomaly, we had unheeded access. Our only competition was ten years old!”

“Jane, you were gone for five hours!” Darcy disclosed.

“What?....”

Suddenly the weather turns, it starts raining and they hear the sound of thunder, Jane looks around her and puts her hand out.

“That's weird.” Darcy noted.

They see it's raining but it's not raining on Jane and Darcy, there's an invisible barrier protecting them, suddenly Jane sees Thor standing a few feet away from them, Jane hands her gadget to Darcy and walks towards Thor, as she walks away the invisible barrier follows her and the rain starts falling on Darcy.

“Typical.”

Jane walks towards Thor.

“Jane.”

“As she reaches him suddenly she slaps him hard in the face. “Sorry. I just needed to make sure you were real, it's been a very strange day.”

“Well, I am. Jane...”

Suddenly she slaps him again. “Where were you?!”

“Where were you? Heimdall could not see you.” Thor said.

“I was right here where you left me. I was waiting and then I was crying and then I went out looking for you. You said you were coming back.” Jane said in a level tone.

“I know, I know, but the Bifrost was destroyed. The Nine Realms erupted into chaos, wars were raging, marauding hordes were pillaging. I had to put an end to the slaughter.” Thor explained.

“As excuses go, that's not terrible. But I saw you on TV, you were...you were in New York! Fighting with Y/n.” Jane said without trying to sound Jealous.

But she was he was spending all that time with Y/n. Ok she was the only person that believe him but Jane did to (with reason).

Does Thor have Heimdall to look in on Y/n.

“Jane, I fought to protect you from the dangers of my world, but I was wrong, I was a fool.” Thor places his hand Jane's face. “I believe that fate brought us together. Jane, I don't know where you were or what happened, but I do know this.”

“What?”

“I know...”

“You do?”

“Do what?”

They lean in close and just as they are about to kiss Darcy interrupts them; referring to the rain.

“Hey! Is that you?”

Thor looks up and the rain stops.

“Uh...we're kind of in the middle of something.” Jane sigh of irritation as she look at Darcy.

“Um...I'm pretty sure we are getting arrested” Darcy replied.

Jane look over at Thor. “Hold that thought.” She turns and runs towards the police.

“Look at you, still all muscly and everything. How's space?” Darcy asked.

“Space is fine.” Thor answered.

Jane walks over to the police. “Excuse me?”

“Are you Jane Foster?” One of police officer asked.

“Yes.”

“Do you know this man?” police officer said referring to Ian.

“He's my intern. My intern's intern.” Jane answered.

“This is private property and you're trespassing, the lot of you. You'll have to come with me.” The police officer goes t grab Jane's arm but suddenly the force from the Aether creates a powerful force which pushes the officer and everything else away,

Thor runs towards Jane who's lying on the ground.

“Jane! Jane?” Thor said as he helps her stand. “You alright?”

“What just happened?” Jane asked.

The other police officer approaches Jane apprehensively. “Place your hands on your head, step back!”

“The woman is unwell.” Thor answered.

“She's dangerous.”

“So am I.” Thor disclosed.

Talking into his radio. “Requesting armed response officers to the scene.” Thor grabs Jane and pulls her closer to him.

“Hold on to me.”

“What are you doing?” Suddenly the Bifrost opens and Thor takes Jane to Asgard; Darcy looks up as they disappear

“Holy shit!” Darcy shouted.

Thor and Jane travel through the Bifrost and enter Asgard where Heimdall is guarding as always, Jane looks around her in amazement.

“We have to do that again.” she notices Heimdall for the first time. “Hi.”

“Welcome to Asgard.” Heimdall announced.

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Returning to their homeland, Svartalfheim, Malekith kneels and grabs a handful of dust from the ground. “Look at my legacy, Algrim. I barely remember the time before light.”

Algrim places his hand on Malekith's shoulder. “Our survival will be your legacy.”

“The Asgardians will suffer as we have suffered. I will reclaim the Aether. I will restore our world and I'll put an end to this poisonous world.” Malekith replied.

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Asgard.

Loki is laying down on his bed, think about what happened the other day. The way Y/n was angry for him and what he saw. He didn’t know if he deserve such passion. What has he done to deserve that from her.

Maybe Odin is right

Y/n appeared in his cell, looks over at her and see she’s looks upset.

“What’s the matter? Did you have a another memory?” Loki said sitting up.

“No.... I just had to say goodbye to Gambit that all.” Y/n said with a downturned head.

“Gambit, he’s alive?” Loki questioned looking shocked.

“Yes, he is. Why you asked me that?” Y/n wondered then realization hits her. “Did you see one of my memories?”

Loki nods yes.

“Which one?” Y/n said with an intriguing voice.

“He was dying.” Loki answered.

“Oh.....that one.” Y/n said in a small voice. “That day would ever be known as November 18th. That was the day I lost control...caused an earthquake and black out in the upper east of the United States.”

“What happened?” Loki wondered.

“I had a nightmare but it wasn’t like any other nightmare it was vivid. I the way his blood felt on my hands. I ever since that day my father was trying to find ways to conceal my powers and when he did I will get the senses when something good or bad was gonna happen sometimes it was painful sometimes it wasn’t.” Y/n explained.

“You’re the only person I’ve ever told that to.”

Loki walks over to Y/n and lif her head up with his index finger so she’s looking at him. “Why would you tell me?”

“I don’t know it just felt like the right thing to do.” Y/n answered smile. “That’s what you do when you care about someone you open up to them.”

“You caring for me only make things worst.” Loki said with his head down. “After your two weeks you will never see me again. You dealing with the feeling of yearning will not be good for you or your powers.”

“My powers?” Y/n said in a curious tone. “What makes you think I won’t stay on Asgard?”

“Y/n...you just got someone you care about back into your life and you would willingly leave them behind for me?”

“Gambit, with understand.” Y/n replied.

“You would hate to living here on Asgard.”

“No, I won’t because you’re here.”

Loki walks over to Y/n and lif her head up with his index finger so she’s looking at him. “Y/n, when your two weeks are up....you are going to have to let me go?”

“No..No I’m not letting anything go.” Y/n said putting some space between her and Loki. “And don’t you say if you love me let me go.”

“If you don’t you could hurt people.” Loki said walking up to Y/n hugging her from the back.

“Since when do you care about people?” Y/n asked sarcastically.

“Because your care about people.” Loki answered.

Y/n turns around and gives Loki Direct eye contact. “Don’t ask me to let you go because I won’t.”

“Y/n....” Loki said struggling to find the right words to say.

“I should go I have to met your mom.” Y/n said.

And just like that Y/n is gone and Loki stands there facial muscles tensing.

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As the Asgardian physicians study Jane and the force within her. “What's that?”

“Be still.” Eir said in a snappy voice.

Thor watches with one of the nurses as they examine Jane. “This is not of Earth, what is it?”

“We do not know, but she will not survive the amount of energy surging within her.” the nurse turns and walks away as Thor looks at Jane with worry.

“That's a quantum field generator, isn't it?” Jane asked.

“It's a Soul Forge.” Eir answered.

“Does a Soul Forge transfer molecular energy from one place to another?” Jane questioned.

Eir looks impressed. “Yes.”

Jane looks at Thor and whispers. “It's a quantum field generator.” Thor smiles at her.

Odin enters the room as the Thor looks on to Jane as she is being examined. “My words are mere noises to you that you ignore them completely?”

”She's ill.” Thor disclosed.

“She is mortal. Illness is their defining trait.” Odin replied.

“I brought here because we can help her.” Thor told Odin.

“She does not belong here in Asgard anymore than a goat belongs at a banquet table.“ Odin replied.

Jane sits up and looks at Thor. “Did he just...?” Jane started. “Who do you think you are?”

“I'm Odin. King of Asgard. Protector of the Nine Realms.” Odin answered.

“Oh. Well, I'm...”

“I know very well who you are, Jane Foster.”

Jane turns to look at Thor. “You told your Dad about me?”

“Something is within her, father, something I have not seen before.” Thor explained.

“Her world has its healers, their called doctors, let them deal with it. Guards, take her back to Midgard.” Odin said as two guards approach Jane and go to grab her, suddenly the energy force within her sets off again throwing the two guards aside.

“Don't touch her.” Thor said as he leans down and tenderly touches Jane. “Jane, are you alright?”

Jane nods her head, Odin inspects the energy force running through Jane's body and realizes it's the Aether. “That's impossible.”

“The infection, it's defending her.” Eir said in a shocked face.

“No, it's defending itself.” Thor corrected.

“Come with me. There are relics that predate the universe itself. What lies within her appears to be one of them. The Nine Realms are not eternal. They had a dawn as they will have a dusk.” Odin said showing Thor and Jane an ancient book. “But before that dawn the dark forces, the Dark Elves, reigned absolute and unchallenged.”

Thor reading from the book. “Born of eternal night, the Dark Elves comes to steal away your light. They were these stories mother told us as children.”

“Their leader, Malekith made a weapon out of that darkness, it was called the Aether. While the other relics often appeared as stones, the Aether is fluid and ever changing. It changes matter into dark matter and seeks out to host bodies, drawing strength from their life force. Malekith sought to use the Aether's power to return the universe to one of darkness. But after eternities of blood shed, my father Bor, finally triumphed, ushering in the peace that lasted thousands of years.”

“What happened?” Jane chimed in.

“He killed them all.” Odin answered.

“Are you certain? The Aether was said to have been destroyed with them and yet here it is.” Thor specified.

“The Dark Elves are dead.” Odin commented.

“Does your book happen to mention how to get it out of me?” Jane questioned.

“No, it does not.”

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Y/n is sitting crisscross apple sauce in her room’s balcony. Thinking about what happened between her and Loki.

Was that our first fight?

Y/n’s emotions were at a frenzy. She didn’t understand why Loki was acting like that. She wanted to be mad. Something happened to change his mind on everything.

What if i’m overthinking it Gambit did say I think and feel more then anyone else

Y/n let’s out a sigh of irritation.

“It’s ok if my thoughts run a mile but focus on one.” Y/n said closing her eye.

So am I supposed to just sit here.

Yes I am going to be spinning this day with my daughter

Y/n can hear Frigga’s voice clear as day. She doesn’t know if it’s was her inner or outer voice.

“I didn’t know Thor had a sister.” Y/n mumbled to herself.

Y/n gets a knock on her door and she opens it with the flick of her hand.

“So I see your trying to meditate that’s a good start.” Frigga said walking in the room. The door shut close as Frigga makes her way over to Y/n.

“Yes. But I’m failing miserably at it.” Y/n laughed at herself. “I learned that my mind is a satellite. I’m always going to pick up others people thoughts. So I had to learn how to store them in the back of my mind. But even then it still feels crowded.”

“You poor dear, I can not imagine how you feel but I think I can help. Close your eyes imagine everything in your head.” Frigga said.

Y/n takes a deep breath and closes her eyes.

“Now I want you to think of the similarities of Asgard and Midgard.” Frigga said.

“That’s kind of hard Asgard is beautiful while Earth only as hidden gems.....the sunset are beautiful.” Y/n answered.

“When you think of the sun, what do you think of?” Frigga asked.

“Warm light.”

“And what is light?”

“Electricity....and electricity is power.”

“How does one turn off power?” Frigga wondered.

“By flipping a switch.” Y/n grinned.

“Now turn it off switch.” Frigga told Y/n.

Y/n flips a switch off in her mind and everything going quite. She opens her eyes and looks up at Frigga smiling.

“It’s gone. It’s not crowded anymore. Thank you.” Y/n rejoiced.

A rainbow appears in the sky as all the clouds disappear. Y/n gets up from the ground and hugs Frigga, then immediately letting her go.

She’s a queen you have to remember that

“Oh I’m so sorry.” Y/n said with a downward gaze.

Frigga smiles. “Y/n, it is fine.” Frigga looks out and sees a rainbow. “That wouldn’t be your doing would is?”

“Sorry.” Y/n goes to fix the sky but Frigga stops her.

“I think it’s rather lovely.”

Y/n smiles at Frigga.

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back on Svartalfheim, in his ship Malekith plots his vengeance against the Asgardians.

“The Realms will be aligned soon.” Malekith takes out a knife and turns to Algrim.“You'll be the last of the Kursed.”

Malekith stabs Algrim in the stomach with his knife. “Let my life be sacrificed. The same as our people.”

“You will become darkness, doomed to this existence until it consumes you.” Malekith started. One of the dark elves places a molten rock in Malekith's hand and Malekith places it inside Algrim's stomach. “And then no power of our enemies will stop me.”

“I'll destroy their defenses and resurrect the universe.” Malekith looks to one of his dark elves as he carries a mask.

A/n- I can’t believe the Loki tv show season one is done. (Sigh) I guess I’ll be waiting.

#loki x black reader #loki x reader #loki x black!reader #loki x y/n #loki x you #thor x reader #thor x you #thor x y/n #thor x jane

[thefreelanceangel]

Shadowbringers Is Finally Ended

With Patch 5.55 and the official end of the Shadowbringers story, setting up now for Endwalker in November, there are now a few months ahead to grind gear, finish content and reflect on the most recent expansion.

And, without any hyperbole, I can say definitively that I have never in my life been as impressed with a game's writing as I have that of Shadowbringers, both the original expansion and a lot of the patch content. I have... thoughts.

I'm a bit of an outlier; I skipped Stormblood (oops) and went straight from completing Heavensward (which greatly impressed me at the time and still does) into Shadowbringers because I wanted to get a max level character already.

Within the first few cutscenes of Shadowbringers, I was absolutely hooked.

First, let me just say that "monstrous angels" is 100% My Thing. I ADORE the reinterpretation of the standard "Renaissance art angelic figures" into something closer to incomprehensible beings taking on twisted, terrifying appearances. The human mind is a finite thing and comprehending an angel would be as difficult as comprehending infinity; these are things so alien to our experience that assuming they'd be easy to grasp and familiar feels disingenuous to me.

So the sin-eaters and the Lightwardens? SLAP.

Also, the intent behind the usage of "Light" in Shadowbringers was deliberate and purposeful. Our Lord and Savior, Yoshi-P, stated this clearly in his Forbes interview.

"The inception of this idea was very simple: in recent fantasy works, the perception that light equates to good and dark equates to evil is very set in stone, we wanted to shake this up a bit.

"Until this point in Final Fantasy XIV, our players have been Warriors of Light: the hero. However, with Shadowbringers, we leave the Source and embark on a journey to the First, and through this I want our players to discover the truth of the world, as well as think about the real nature of light and dark. That is the theme of Shadowbringers.

"In any case, a light too strong could potentially become evil. Darkness and night are also necessary for the world to maintain its balance; that's the kind of theme we will be shedding light on."

And the themes in Shadowbringers had such an amazing resonance that they were both painfully clear and masterfully executed. Not only was the theme of "balance" clearly executed in the "returning Darkness to a world flooded by Light" goal, but the desire for players to "think about the real nature of light and dark" showed in a multitude of ways.

The Warriors of Light (who we met as the Warriors of Darkness in Heavensward) are, in their home world, reviled. They directly caused the Flood which nearly destroyed their home and although they were able to save it with personal sacrifice, the populace at large is unaware of that sacrifice. The motives behind what the Warriors did is essentially lost to history; all that remains is the perception of their actions and the results thereof.

Motives, however, which you (player and WoL) are privy to.

"At long last, you see. To save our world, we gave our lives. We were just adventurers trying to make our way. An odd job here, a favor there—we never aspired to be Warriors of Light. But word of our deeds spread, and soon people were calling us heroes. They placed their hopes and dreams on our shoulders and bid us fight for all that was good and right. We fought and we fought and we fought...until there was no one left to fight. We won...and now our world is being erased from existence. We did everything right, everything that was asked of us, and still—still it came to this! You of all people should understand! We cannot—we will not falter. We brought our world to the brink of destruction, and now we must save it."

You had that fight with the Warriors of Darkness. You heard Ardbert explain exactly what happened, how they came to the point where they faced off against you, and you saw what happened when they were given the choice to hold back the Flood. And you were there when the one favor Ardbert asked was for the Warriors of Darkness to be taken home.

You see how the First remembers them and it's stark contrast to the heroes you met who were fighting desperately to save people who now spit on their names. History quite clearly has two sides and which you believe is dependent entirely on what information you have.

This becomes even more of a clear theme when you meet Emet-Selch and learn more about the Calamity which led to the entire Zodiark/Hydaelyn duality. Here, your previous experiences with Ascians has painted them solely as "villains." They are established enemies, manipulating events and people in order to attain goals which, to you, are nothing but Calamities.

And yet, as you learn more about the original Source and the Amaurotines that once lived on it, these goals are painted in an entirely new light. Instead of merely seeking to wipe out "the world" for no apparent reason or, at best guess, greater power for their deity Zodiark, the Ascians were striving to repair the damage done by the original Sundering. They, in a manner of speaking, were doing what the Warriors of Darkness were. What you, the Warrior of Light, have been doing. They were trying to restore what was lost.

Which leads into another of Shadowbringers' major themes: grief and loss.

The earliest touches of this are in Alisaie's questlines where you learn about what happens to people tainted by the Light. Families are destroyed, people are transmuted into sin-eaters and those who avoid that fate must stand by and watch as their loved ones fall to something far worse than death. "A Purchase of Fruit" shows you exactly what the end result is while also highlighting something very specific: with no hope of removing the Light's taint, knowing that all that awaits the tainted is a painful transmutation and existence as a sin-eater, those untainted make the best they can of those last days and end the tainted individual's pain before it begins.

Grief, yes. Loss? Absolutely. And yet, this is a loving, compassionate thing that those in Amh Araeng are doing. They face their own grief and loss. Rather than refusing to accept the actuality of their circumstances or refuse to weigh themselves down with taking a decisive action, they make the choice to face their grief and loss directly, even willingly taking on the guilt of their actions rather than leaving the tainted to suffer.

Magnus in Twine lost his wife and son, which immobilizes him. He can't find solance in anything save alcohol and brooding over their graves. It takes outside interference to pull him directly from his grief, to help him see past the loss of his family and look towards the future where life might once again be worth living. His struggle with grief is painfully familiar and so very, very close to many real life struggles that it's extremely poignant.

This struggle with grief is the fight the Ascians are, without question, losing. Let's set aside the "tempering" argument when it comes to Emet-Selch and Elidibus for the moment, largely because it's actually quite true that grief can spur people into committing horrific acts either as a desperate attempt to assuage their own pain (revenge) or make 'things right' in some way (vengeance).

Emet-Selch does not, in fact, properly grieve for Amaurot and the Ancients he knew. He clings to them, as Hythlodaeus tells us, weighed down by an aching sense of loss.

"And though he may carry himself with a certain glib ease, Emet-Selch is not a man to bear his burdens lightly. In fact, I imagine they have only grown heavier with every passing century. ...T'is truly a terrible weight he has chosen to carry."

Quite significantly is the word "chosen" in that. Grief is a process that involves, eventually, letting go of the pain and living with the memories of what was loved and what no longer is. Emet-Selch chooses not to do that. He does not grieve for Amaurot and his lost loved ones; he refuses, no matter how often he mentions his loss, to admit that what is gone is gone.

Elidibus, rather similarly, refuses to accept that the duty he took on when called upon to become Zodiark's heart is finally at an end. That the world he and Emet-Selch originated from is gone. Although he admits that he can barely remember why he's set on this path, he refuses to turn away from him.

One won't forget, one can barely remember--neither will grieve and let go.

Even the Ascians' characteristic arrogance and disdain for what they consider "lesser beings" is easy to read as their long-lasting struggle with grief. Considering the Sundering, all the beings that the Ascians are so disdainful of are, in fact, echoes of that which they once knew. If they acknowledged that, accepted those beings as what they are and perhaps even admitted they had worth... well... Rather like realizing abruptly that you've spent a whole day without thinking of someone recently departed, it feels like a betrayal.

To find value in the worlds as they currently are, to turn away from the duty they were asked to uphold, to choose to lay down the memories of the past are all, in essence, choices the Ascians will not make because to do so would be to let go of what's lost, to move into the acceptance of grief and that can feel like betraying those whose memories are slowly fading.

Emet-Selch's end--"Remember us."--is directly tied to his refusal to forget. To let himself have even one day without hoping for an eventuality that's highly unlikely regardless of effort, without remembering the Sundering and the Final Days. He remembered, forcefully and tenaciously, and wishes that legacy to live beyond him.

While Elidibus, in remembering, unable to deny failure any longer, finally expresses grief and loss. "My people. My brothers. ...My friends. Stay strong. Keep the faith. At duty's end, we will meet again. We will. We will. The rains have ceased, and we have been graced with another beautiful day. But you are not here to see it."

And coming from villains, quite specifically from villains that have been largely indistinct "puppet master" figures throughout the previous expansions, these story arcs were a punch to the gut. (Yes, I had to pause writing this to cry helplessly over Elidibus again because my gods, that last line just...) Villains are at their best in fiction when they're relatable. When it's so very easy to see that thin line between villain and hero.

Faced with the loss of everything you'd ever loved, with the faintest possibility of getting it back, what would you do? What wouldn't you do? Yes, the Ascians did terrible things and that's undeniable. Stopping them was necessary to save hundreds of thousands of lives. And doing so, being victorious, didn't feel like a victory and that is such a rare, rare thing in media. The Warrior of Light does the right thing, but in doing so, must face the fact that those they've been fighting have hopes and dreams and feelings and pain as real and as motivating as theirs.

And Shadowbringers does such an impressive job of turning those standard tropes around. Heroes are a dime a dozen because if you just awaken them, as Elidibus did with the starshower, well, there can be dozens of Warriors running around. Villains have heart-wrenching motivations and relatable reasons for their goals. History is multi-faceted and no one person knows what the "truth" truly is. Grief can spur people to helping others (i.e. the tank Role Quest ending) or it can fester and go unhealed and create nothing but more destruction.

There is so much that Shadowbringers did beautifully, I don't have the time to touch on all of it. The lack of "breaking the flawed system fixes everything" trope following Eulmore's liberation from Vauthry and the struggles that Eulmore faces in trying to build a functional, working social order for themselves. Embracing the value of childish dreams and tending to the smallest, most overlooked victims of trauma with the Pixie Tribal Quests. Dealing with a commander whose soldiers died and seeing Lyna's survivor's guilt. Seeing how having a single, unified goal can inspire and rally people into putting differences aside and helping each other.

Shadowbringers has finally ended with Patch 5.55. The story on the First ended with Patch 5.3. And all I can say is that this is a game that I will never forget.

#Shadowbringers #FFXIV #OOC #Yes I had A Lot of Thoughts

[call-me-nerdy]

Mari takes off her rose-tinted glasses

Felinette November day 5; Scars.

Nothin' wrong with a bit of angst and some fluff on the side, right?

His skin was unmarred by blemishes; untainted by wicked marks. But his eyes revealed the grotesque scars she never bothered to notice before.

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She saw him as he stood idly in front of immense double doors, silent as he counted the drops of water that charged at the ground. Deja vu pierced through her chest like an arrow at the sight of his regard, twisting her heart with the pain of familiar nostalgia. Her palms ached, her lips quivered – cold, trembling fists tightened around the umbrella handle. The scene felt too familiar; too uncanny.

He looked so lonely.

Marinette stared at him from her spot, pensive. Adrien, by all accounts, looked absolutely normal – his posture was straight as the days before; his clothes were identical to yesterday and his passive countenance was the same as it always had been. But then why, she thought, why does he seem so different? Marinette never thought of Adrien as a lonely person, what with the attention and admiration he always recieved in class. And never in Marinette's whole career of lovelorn pining, had Adrien ever changed a single thing about himself. Not his hair, not his style of clothing, and not even his model-perfect complexion.

It didn't occur to her until she saw his eyes.

His skin was unmarred by blemishes; untainted by wicked marks since the day she fell in love. But those eyes... Dear lord, those beautiful green eyes that drove her over the edge every time she saw them. Those eyes that nudged her to fall into tragedy on that faithful day in the rain. Those eyes that she once coveted to the point of a malicious obsession,– that drove her mad with envy whenever someone else wanted them for their own. Those eyes – no, Adrien's eyes were morose under his hair. Disturbingly distant as he stared at the raindrops that fell on damp concrete. His eyes revealed the grotesque scars she never bothered to notice before, throbbing red and infected with every emotional anguish he had endured.

Oh, how she had been so cruel.

Marinette hated many things in life – she hated many things about herself. She hated being so clumsy and worrying the people she loved with the purple bruises on her skin. She hated how she always took it upon herself to deal with responsibilities that were never hers to begin with. She despised being a damn liar to her friends and family, even if it was for the sake of secret identities.

And most especially, she loathed being so selfish when it came to her desire for Adrien Agreste.

How many times had she sabotaged other people to preserve a love that never existed? How many people did she betray, regardless of their innocence? There were far too many to count – too many people she had hurt. She had been the catalyst of far too many cursed butterflies – had been a vessel of the toxicity she sought so hard to eradicate. It lit her up with raging hellfire and devoured her from the inside out.

Marinette was burning.

It burned. It scorched. It punished. It hurt. Her hands felt heavy with blood. Cruel voices whispered betrayal into her ear, accusations of crimes that Marinette couldn't deny. And suddenly, her conscience weighed heavy on her shoulders.

She couldn't go on like this.

She was a horrible friend in the countless times she ditched preplanned events just to stalk Adrien. She was an insensitive classmate when she seized opportunities that her classmates deserved a lot more. She had been a terrible lover when she prioritized her happiness over Adrien's smile. Unjust, naïve, and obsessive, Marinette almost laughed, How did I ever hope that he would be happy with me?

She had been so blind to his pains. A perfect image to uphold, his lack of freedom, and downtrodden by a neglectful father that pushed arduous responsibilities on his back. The daily akumas only rubbed salt on his wounds, – seeing so many of his friends become victim to Hawkmoth's manipulations. It was a miracle that Adrien still had the resolve to smile everyday.

Marinette peaked another glance his way, sighing.

God, she loved that boy. Her heart still beat frantically whenever he smiled her way, – her cheeks still reddened with his every compliment. Beautiful Adrien. Sweet, kind, and talented Adrien. How could she not love him? How could she simply ignore a boy who's goodness knew know bounds? One would be fool to hurt him.

Just like she did.

She loved him. She loved him so much. and she would continue to love him. Even if...

Even if it wasn't her to make him happy.

Marinette strode over to him, a black umbrella shielding her from the rain. Puddles broke with her every step. Adrien noticed her arrival, smiling awkwardly as he waved at her.

"Five PM is a bit late to still be in the school, isn't it?" Marinette forced herself to smile.

Adrien laughed, "It is, but the Gorilla is on leave today, and Nathalie won't be arriving until Seven." he grinned. "But don't worry, It's nothing I haven't handled before."

Marinette's heart clenched, had it always been like this?

"Don't you commute?"

Adrien ran a hand through his hair, "I do, but I'm not particularly equipped right now as you can see." He admitted sheepishly.

"Oh." Marinette's mind blanked on how to respond. Silence surrounded them with deafening volume, only broken by the pattering of water on the floor.

"Hey, doesn't this feel a bit familiar?" He finally said, looking to the sky in fond memory.

Marinette inhaled shakily, "It is."

"It's the day we first met, right? When you got trapped inside the umbrella?" Adrien tried to lighten the mood, albeit a bit poorly.

Marinette remembered that day well, – the memory burned deep into her mind. It was the day fell head-over-heels for the blond in front of her, and it was also the day she first embarassed herself in front of him.

"I'm appalled you still remember! And that you brought it up." She mustered all of her strength to reply, a cheeky grin on her lips.

He perked up at her reply, "Hey, hey! No harm, no foul. It was pretty adorable, honestly."

She faked a dramatic gasp, "Flattery, Agreste? Don't try to butter me up for croissants!"

His laugh was music to her ears, "I wasn't! It was the truth, cross my heart." Adrien drew a cross on his chest.

Marinette fought a blush from appearing, her heartbeat was starting to pick up it's pace. She gulped, "S-speaking of that day, remember this umbrella?"

"You brought it? I haven't seen it with you until today." His eyes widened at the sight of his black umbrella in Marinette's hands.

"I had a hunch about the weather." She said.

"I never knew about your clairvoyance." He teased back, a childish joy on his face. Marinette's never seen him like this before.

"You don't know a lot, Agreste." She quipped. She wasn't sure if her words were wholly jokes.

"Well," Adrien looked conflicted, "I do want to get to know you."

Marinette frowned, "Is that so?"

"Uhm, yeah! Sorry if it sounds a bit rude, but I can't but get the feeling that you're always scared around me." He admitted. She couldn't stand the hurt in his voice.

"Really?" Was all she managed to say.

"I mean, you always seem to run away whenever I enter the room. You stutter a lot, and Nino and Alya refuse to tell me why. " Adrien rubbed the back of his head with a sheepish expression. Marinette's chest hurt even more.

"I'm sorry that you felt that way. It was wrong of me to make you feel unwelcomed." Marinette's hold on the umbrella tightened, her palms ached with guilt.

His eyes widened, "Oh, don't apologize! I just thought that I did something wrong, but I never really had the chance to say sorry."

"Say sorry for me being a coward?" She laughed bitterly.

"No! Well, I uhm... It's just that we never get to talk like this! I kind of envy Alya because of that." He admitted. "You always seem so comfortable with her and the others."

Marinette glanced at him, his expression was that of a kicked puppy. "Well, I'm sorry for running away from you all the time." She started, "And, if it helps, maybe we can start over?"

"What? Really?!" Adrien looked so hopeful. Marinette's heart melted.

She nodded, smiling. She extended her hand towards him, "Hello, stranger. I am Marinette Dupain-Cheng, an aspiring designer, baker's daughter, and can totally beat you in Ultimate Mega Strike 3." she ended with a smirk.

"Hi, Marinette." He started, unsure in his words. "My name is Adrien, I love anime, croissants and I hate stinky cheese." Marinette suppressed a coo at his cute introduction. Adrien smirked back, "And it's me who can beat you in UMS 3."

"Let's test your theory next time, then you'll treat me to a milkshake when I win." She challenged

"No way! You'll be the one getting me croissants when I kick your butt!" He laughed. Marinette joined him with a fit of giggles herself.

She felt... lighter somehow. She felt better than before.

When their laughs died down, Marinette extended the umbrella in his direction, "Here,"

Adrien looked at her, confused.

Marinette giggled, "It's getting late, and your house is already pretty far away." She toom his hand and placed the umbrella habdle into itm

"Marinette, I can't–" he frowned.

She deadpanned, "Adrien, I live a few feet away from the school, you need it more than me."

"But I–"

"If you fight me on this, you won't be getting any croissants tomorrow." Adrien reluctantly took the umbrella at the threat, avoiding ger gaze. Marinette sighed, satisfied. "Good. Now hurry to the train station before you get sick."

Adrien looked her in the eyes again, "We'll talk tomorrow, right?" he asked hopefully.

Marinette smiled, "Of course."

He stared at her. He looked happy.

A moment passed before somehow, somehow, the umbrella closed and trapped Adrien inside of it.

"Mmpf!" He yelped.

Marinette burst out in laughter, clutching her stomach. "At this point, I think your umbrella is cursed to trap people inside it on rainy days!" She gasped out. "Oh, how the mighty have fallen." Kneelibg down, she pulled the umbrella open, revealing a very flustered Adrien

"S-sorry about that!" A blush coated his cheeks, his stutter was adorable too.

Marinette snorted, "You shouldn't be the one apologizing, you dork!" She pulled him up on his feet.

"See ya," She said, opening the umbrella for him.

He took it in his hands, "Y-yeah." Adrien stuttered out, before rushing out of the school gates.

Marinette watched his retreating figure, a sigh escaped her lips. Her shoulders felt lighter, and she breathed much more freely.

Then why did she feel so empty?

It was only after he left the school grounds when she felt a tear kiss her cheeks.

Then another.

And another.

Until she dropped down on the floor, wracked with ugly sobs.

She wasn't rejected. Nothing hurt. On the contrary, her chest felt more numb than heartbroken. Then why on earth was she crying?! It didn't make any sense at all. She tried to wipe away the tears that fell, but more replaced them every time. Her shoulders trembled up and down, she bit her lips to keep them from shaking.

"Marinette, everything will be okay." A tiny, feminine voice assured, a small hand rubbing the shell of her ear in comfort.

Marinette gasped through the sobs, "Oh, Tikki. Why am I crying? Why is it so numb?! I shouldn't be crying!" she wailed, her hands cupping her face.

"It is perfectly normal to mourn a love that you let go." A different voice chimed, calming and rational. Marinette recognized the speaker to be Wayzz.

"I d-don't understand!" She hiccuped.

"I'm sorry..." Wayzz said, guilt laced his tone.

Marinette heard footfalls approaching her direction, splashing with every step. She swallowed her sobs and frantically tried to wipe her tears away as the teo kwamis hid inside her bag.

"Hey." A familiar voice gently called, – Marinette knew it all too well. The tears stopped falling on her cheeks. She looked up to meet his concerned eyes.

Felix.

"Hey to you too." She weakly greeted from the ground.

Felix frowned, "It's raining, you should go home."

She chuckled halfheartedly, "I kinda gave my umbrella away."

"Here, stand up. I'll walk you home." He offered his hand. Marinette took it gratefully, and pulled herself up.

She waved her hands, "It's really fine, Fé. You might get home late. I already sent Adrien home."

He clicked his tongue, "And leave you on the floor? Come on now, you live nearby anyway."

Marinette laughed, "You won't take no for an answer, will you?" she grinned at him. She knew him too well.

"No."

Smirking, she relented, "Alright, I accept, my Knight with too much hair gel."

"I might just splash you with rain water." Felix rolled his eyes.

"I'm kidding!" She snickered, taking his arm under the umbrella.

"Hey Fe,"

"Yes?"

"Thank you."

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OKAY SO I'M EXTREMELY LATE, SO WHAT.

Everyone loves a good umbrella scene. Especially since It's a reverse umbrella scene. And even better, it's two umbrella scenes in one oneshot!

And yes, Adrien does develop a crush on Marinette after this, sue me.

So a lot of thought went into this, like Adrien and Marinette's 'introductions' to one another. Marinette presented herself with her full name, while Adrien only said "My name is Adrien." Additionally, Adrien told Mari that he liked Anime, croissants and hated stinky cheese. He didn't mention any activity that his father made him do, like fencing, piano and chinese. Take that as you will.

Oh, and the reverse umbrella scene was very on the nose, but a really poetic way to show Marinette moving on from Adrien to become a better person. And a way to make Adrien like Marinette to fulfill my Marichat dreams, but I digress.

And next, the Felinette umbrella scene. So, Felix wasn't very involved with this one. But, I decided that as opposed to Felix giving Marinette his umbrella, they share it together. This is for a number of very obvious reasons, but mainly because it's cute.

Anddd, I have noticed a pattern with my stories. I tend to have very blunt titles, and weird epigraphs in the beginning. Just wanted to put that out.

#Felinette Month #Felinette November #But there's a lot of Adrienette #Umbrella scene #Adrienette #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #Felix Agreste #Adrien Agreste #Miraculous Ladybug #ml #Day 5 #Prompt #Scars #No creepy adrien clone

[haddonfieldproject]

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1.2.23 HALLOWEEN NIGHT/NOVEMBER 1ST 5:51 AM

Warren County, Illinois

Diego stopped walking and hit the little light on the side of his watch and looked at it. ‪5:51.‬

When will this stupid rain stop? He thought, beginning to walk again.

He hated this part of the walk. The trailer park he lived in with his mom was out in the middle of nowhere, and this time of year, when it was still dark in the early mornings, you couldn't see anything out here. Leighton dropped him off most nights, but he didn't have the heart to have her come pick him up this early. I don’t think we’ve reached that phase of our relationship yet, he smiled to himself.

It's cool, he thought, only three more paychecks and then I can put a down payment on a new ride.

🎃

Gabriel Couture had been dozing. He would never have admitted it to anyone, certainly not his wife and definitely not any other trucker, even though every single one of them had at one time or another caught themselves starting to doze on a long haul. Just like any other time, you only knew you were dozing when you woke up and things were different than when they were just a moment ago.

His favorite program on the radio had just ended and the station was now airing the morning news. A man had been on there talking about some serial killers from Mississippi when all of a sudden he had heard an electronic beeping noise, and now there was a girl on the radio talking about where to go to get the best “tropical tan and bikini wax”.

That means it had been at least thirty seconds that Gabriel had been drowsing behind the wheel.

Very scary, he thought.

He thought of that video in trucking school they had shown him about the distance the truck traveled when you merely took your eyes off the road long enough to shoot a glance at the Qualcomm screen. It was like two football fields or something like that.

The Qualcomm had been the thing responsible for the electronic beeping. A robotic woman's voice came through the speakers, temporarily cutting out the commercial audio on the radio:

“You have....thirty...minutes...left in your legal time to drive. Please make arrangements to pull over.”

Good thing I only got about fifteen minutes left, Gabriel thought and picked up the can of Monster Energy drink that sat in his cup holder. He shook it, hearing a few drops of liquid at the bottom of the can, he put it to his mouth and stuck his tongue out to catch the last precious bit.

It was warm and tasted like piss.

🔪

“Why do you have to live so far out in the middle of fucking nowhere!?” Kyndra groaned, checking her phone for the time.

Brad wasn't listening, he was wiping the inside of the windshield with a Liberty Burger wrapper he had found in the center console of the Mustang. “God damn I can't see shit!” He hissed.

“Well, you're the one who wanted to smoke a damn bowl in the car,” Zoey said, “It's raining like crazy and we couldn't open the window to let the smoke out, what did you think was going to happen?”

“I didn't think it would fog up like this,” Brad said, turning the control on the dash from hot to cold.

“Stop playing with that and watch the road,” Kyndra snapped.

“I'm trying to defrost the window!” He roared back.

“Well it doesn't matter if it's hot or cold air, it's still gonna clear the window,”

“That's not true, it needs hot air!” Brad yelled.

“It's fucking roasting in here,” Kyndra turned the dial back to cold.

“I'm pretty sure you need cold air to clear the window,” Zoey said.

The mustang hydroplaned and this time it seemed like Brad barely caught hold of it. Zoey fell to the side on the backseat and the pipe rolled off her lap and hit the floorboards with a clang. Kyndra screamed.

“My pipe!” Bellowed Brad.

“I got it...” Zoey's muffled voice came from the back.

“Watch the fucking road!” Kyndra yelled. She wiped the windshield with the arm of the sweatshirt Brad had let her borrow.

🎃

Gabriel stretched his neck and caught the sight of the headlights out of his passenger mirror. His first thought was that it had to be a cop by the way they were moving. He had seen plenty of cops on the road that night, most in a big hurry, most with their lights on, and most had passed him. He took his foot off the gas and prepared to be passed by this one now, only it came right up on him and paused.

He could see from the lights it wasn't a cop. It was a sports car of some sort...looked kind of old. It eased closer until it was directly behind his trailer and out of sight from his mirrors. The only thing that made his presence known was the halo of light that now shone in both mirrors emanating from either side of his cab.

Gabe blinked a few times to try and perk up a little.

Stupid tailgaters, he thought.

🔪

Zoey popped up from the backseat. “Got it,” she held up the pipe. “It had rolled under the....shit watch out!”

“I know..I know” Brad said, easing off the gas, his foot turned slightly to the left to cover the brake, but even he knew better than to mash it hard in the rain.

Kyndra put her hand up on the ceiling of the Mustang as the trailer of a semi-truck emerged from the veil of rain to dominate the view beyond their slowly un-fogging windshield.

“I got double lines,” Brad murmured, “When I get the dotted line I'll pass him.”

Kyndra looked at him like he had three eyes, “What? You're not going to fuckin' pass him now! Not in this rain.”

“You said we needed to hurry!” Brad snarled.

“We're already late,” Zoey said, “No reason to kill us.”

“God I fucking hate semitrucks!” Brad moaned.

🎃

“Jeez Lloyd! I can't barely see a dang thing!” Lee whined, he was elbows up on the steering wheel, looking so far ahead through the rain drops, his forehead was nearly touching the glass of the windshield.

Lloyd sat on the passenger seat next to him, calmly counting the cash he had pulled in fistfuls from Raj Gudipati's cash register.

“I know brother,” he said calmly, not looking up, “I've been driving in the shit all night.”

“It looks like it's raining even harder now!” Lee said.

Lloyd ignored him. “Jesus fuck!” he moaned, tossing the cash into the glove compartment. “Seventy eight dollars and sixty four cents! That's all that Indian fucker had on him in the whole register.”

“He probably has to do cash drops every hour like we had to at the restaurant.” Lee said.

“No shit,” Lloyd said, picking up the pack of Marlboros in the center console, pulling one out, and lighting it. “Whole world's going to be computerized before you know it. Computers gonna tell us when to eat, when to shit, when to fuck...you watch!”

Lee goofy-laughed, “I saw a show on TV that said it was a sign of the apocalypse.”

“Damn right,” Lloyd said, taking a drag. He cracked his window a bit to blow the smoke out. The whooshing sound of rain filled the cab, drowning out the music. Some water dripped on his right shoulder so he scooted closer to his brother. “We are in the last days little brother.”

“Amen to that.” Lee replied.

Lloyd turned up the radio to block out the rain.

🔪

I wish he'd just pass me, Gabriel thought.

He knew the person behind him wouldn't because of the double lines, but he didn't care. Nothing made a trucker nervous like some jackass so far up his rear he couldn't see him in the mirrors.

Maybe if I slow down a little, he'll get tired and just go around me. He thought and backed off the gas.

🎃

“God what the fuck!” Brad moaned and slightly leaned on the brake.

“Chill out Brad, it's okay.” Zoey said calmly from the back. She had extended her hand and Kyndra was now holding it.

“What the fuck is he slowing down for?”

“Who cares Brad, just chill, we're turning off up here anyway.” Kyndra said. She closed her eyes, she didn't want to watch anymore.

“We haven't even reached the Superfuel yet!”

Zoey and Brad made eye contact in the rear-view mirror. “Stop,” she mouthed.

Brad took a deep breath and sighed.

🔪

“That's right,” Gabriel chuckled to himself. “Take a little bit of that.”

His speedometer fell from 45 to 30. Any slower and he was going to have to downshift. The headlights behind him peaked out the passenger side and then the driver's side mirror. He was poking out for a peak around him.

He's gonna pass any second. Gabriel thought.

The lights peaked again.

“Awww...you're a Mustang,” Gabriel saw. Probably '77 '78...looked orange, but it was hard to tell in the dark and rain. Could have been red.

Whatever, Gabriel thought, Ford's suck...now just pass me.

Headlights coming toward them caught his eyes. His foot moved to cover the brake.

🎃

Lights seemed to appear all around Diego at once—as if a UFO was landing on top of his head. Diego looked behind him and saw the headlights of a truck coming. He knew in almost a second it was the truck that had pulled in to the Superfuel Deluxe as he had been leaving. He remembered the bluish tint to the headlights. In front of him, coming up the hill were the lights of a tractor-trailer. Diego side stepped off the pavement and into the grass. His shoe sank down into a deep dark puddle with a splash and he felt his shoe fill with water.

Awww man, he thought.

🔪

“I can't take it anymore!” Brad roared and stomped the gas, cutting the steering wheel to the left.

“No Brad!” Zoey roared. Kyndra felt Zoey's hand clench hers and she opened her eyes.

🎃

Lee and Lloyd had seen the truck, and had really thought nothing of it, even though they probably should have. Most every trucker in the area had heard their truck's description by now on their CB Radio and was on the lookout for them.

Lee was just trying to concentrate on keeping in his own lane as the big rig passed, and Lloyd was leaning forward to ash his cigarette when the two headlights of an orange 1978 mint condition Ford Mustang darted out in front of them from behind the trailer.

The truck and the mustang hit each other head on without even braking. Ordinarily a truck that size would have split open a sports-car like a can of tuna-fish, but the Mustang was old, with a big hood and a strong chassis. Instead, the front of the mustang sort of slid underneath the truck, the bumper of which crunched down on top of the windshield. Brad had been leaning forward to be able to see and the steal bumper of Booger's truck exploded his head like a watermelon. Kyndra's legs were cut off at the thighs as the weight of the truck sliced down into the cab like one of those knives in that infomercial Brad was sleeping through only hours before. The top half of Kyndra's body lifted, hit the roof, flipped over her headrest, and fell into the backseat.

Zoey had taken off her seat-belt earlier to find the pipe. Her body flew forward as if shot out of a cannon, crashing through the windshield which diced her up like a wood-chipper, seconds before the weight of the truck pulverized every bone she had in her body above the waist. She had instinctively raised her arm at the last moment to cover her face and her left hand was torn from her body and plopped on the floor in front of the passenger seat, right between her girlfriend's feet.

Neither Lloyd or Lee Chumway had been wearing their seat-belts. Lloyd had been leaning forward, ashing his cigarette, so he had catapulted forward immediately, exiting through the windshield at the same moment the airbag deployed. The airbag caught him at ‪the shins‬ and merely slowed his launch, causing him to bounce off the back windshield of the Mustang, his body rolling about forty yards across the highway, before coming to a rest in the center of the road atop the double yellow lines. Lee's body had shot forward but the airbag deployed, shoving him back into the seat. Unfortunately for him, the force of the collision forced his head to snap back, causing a basalar skull fracture in the back of his head and neck. He slumped over against the driver's side window as blood began to pour from his nose, ears, and eyes.

🔪

The collision occurred directly outside the driver's side door of Gabriel's truck and he instinctively jerked his steering wheel to the right and slammed down on the brake. His tractor wheels locked up, the pilot tire on the passenger side struck a muddy rut on the shoulder of the road. This broke the front axle of the tractor immediately. The trailer did not respond to the sudden drop in speed very well, this on top of the fact that he was running empty...and therefore light.

The trailer hitch compressed into the fifth wheel, the back six wheels came off the ground about eight inches and then bounced like basketballs for nearly six feet before beginning a tilt and skid to the left. This caused enough torque to pull the trailer on it's side, taking the cab with it. Gabriel was pulled over, his head smacked his driver's side window, knocking him unconscious immediately, and shattering his left shoulder and arm.

🎃

Diego didn't have time to react as the trailer slid toward him. He dove to the left, but the roof of the trailer caught him while he was airborne, smacking him like a tennis racket hits a tennis ball. Diego was thrown into the trees, striking a sycamore upside-down about three feet off the ground. He bounced off the massive trunk and landed face down about four feet in front of the tree line in a large patch of standing water. His heart stopped as soon as he had hit the tree and he was dead before he even hit the puddle.

The trailer continued to drag across the road and unto the shoulder, slicing a mile marker sign in two, the jagged stump of the stake that held it into the ground lacerated the fuel tank of the tractor as it followed it's own trailer's skid through the muddy grass. The soft earth broke the truck's speed, bringing it to a stop about ten feet away from Diego's head. Diesel fuel mixed with oil and gasoline from Booger McFarlane's truck and Brad Doyle's mustang ran across the road like a river and pooled around Diego's body which had created a depression in the earth.

Brad Doyle's lighter, with the skulls on it, was perched precariously in his lap, and had amazingly remained that way throughout the entire accident. As a result of basically losing his own head and brain however, his right leg went into a short, but violent spasm about five minutes after the accident, thrusting into the gas pedal, releasing more fuel into the road in a gush. The lighter fell from his lap, slicing through a gash in the floorboards that had opened up when the front end structure of the vehicle had been partially torn from the frame. The lighter struck the asphault below and aresulting spark ignited the trail of fuel underneath the Mustang. A snake of fire raced across the surface of the highway and exploded Diego's body into flames.

This burned only mere moments however, the fire was promptly extinguished by the extreme deluge of rain that continued to pound down on central Illinois. The vehicles had not had time to catch, and soon, everything was silent and still..except for the sounds of the storm.

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[the-firebird69]

The actual band from 2015 to present

Too loud thier horseshit baby rants

Foundvthemm dead on the side of the road and revived them held them I the house for days asked them questions as if I was interested in band life, said you don't want to go out there it's bad abandoned town you flipped a trip wire hit a boobybtrap... Said it lk bja

Filled them in they were in upstate NY had no gas left thier rig.... Trip wire or no gas, I explained the booby trap emptied the tank the felt better, seeped into the roadway concrete not tar

Good they said sarcastically where can we go from here, I said nowhere I'm trapped guarded by things

I got real heavy showed them how I survive grabbed a glass broke it. They were astounded no blood. They tried got hurt didn't try any more. It was cold November last year, I asked in a serious voice what's cold November rain mean, they said it like this isn't it cold in November, I said yes rains colder too.

Then they said it like this Everyman knows I said I'm not Everyman tons of stuff circulates.

They knew what I meant.

Said it's like this old ppl know, so Flor makes sense and went on discussing musical instruments, they said well you were so serious I replied most think it's that south thing. Colder in the south...

They stopped and replied what about it, they all ssy ut you say it so why ask

Your guns and roses I figured that I would ask you told me I don't want to be rude.

Ate like the queer bja does

They said stop it I said stop what we told you the answer, and they said it again I said I have odd mannerisms. They looked keenly at me who are you. I said bja character. They laughed we knew it your one of them. I said I knew who you are and it's not funny why is it funny.

Your act is world famous for annoying ppl every day we see it and make fun of it tell me how do you do it get prepared.

Then I say this, I don't I just do it was brought up to. He put up his knife said we skin you alive for it it's insulting.

I say I'm not doing it on purpose, I walk funny too. And he eyeballs me I get up slow and walk, the strange way you see bja, no up and dn.

So they laugh are you gifted I said no handicapped. They clapped ok we get it not trying, but do you know you annoyed your brother for many many years by doing it. He was always wondering what you were doing it for

I said no in disbelief he says I'm rudecand dangerous and provolk him.

Then he poked fun said I know, challenged me for my car. I took it upon myself to say no. They said, no just no, we are rockers man... They tried to acvost me for them I belted one hard, he went down. I said don't do that. They said don't do what. And I said nothing

They talked he got up said he was sorry, I said I have to ask you to leave now. They said no.

I said leave

They would not

I started to try and make them one pulled out a knife I closed it on his fingers, he said ouch why did you do that I said to cut the tendons so Yu can't hold it. He said wow a mouth on u

They continued scuffling I said stop or I put a spell on you.

They left

I found them in the snow face down

I repeated the scene several times they failed to point out it had happened, found out I'm well watched. Kept talking to them ivercand over.

Felt it then a cold hatred I knew

These watch me my characters

I hit them thier guts burst out

Then I flew over the table put his head down on the table said you hear you breathing you tell me why your here.

He stopped said ur bja right we want the guy in front of you.

What guy in front of me. They said your brother who came later... I said I don't HV a brother.

He split out laughing he's your brother. I said who he

He said Trump we are here to see if you are alright

I jumped up and pile drives him broke his back could hear him ehince in pain

He turned over had an object I grabbed a gun no knife it was hot, with blood he had it out

He fell on it I removed it from him. The others dead I said too slow huh.

We died out there how. I said I'm followed by monsters you saw none

No

He mutters your dead anyways we have you monitored day and night i said who has who monitored your out here alone rmemp broke most devices power is out

He laughs and says that you're the monster replied saying no I'm not there monsters around me and they leave footprints with huge and they hit you while I'm inside I saw them do it this is how they hit me and I said it's an energy weapon they create an energy field of the knocks you out what easily they trying on me and it doesn't work I think I'm one of them it says you're not one of them Jeff superpowers and they give it to you because they don't want you to die because he knows he has made I said that's wonderful so I'm stuck here as made people to come here and try and kill me because I don't want to listen to said look maybe we can try and figure a way out of here so while you have to use a vehicle if you have to go fast and then so quick can you get to the vehicle and he said I know what to do I have to get rid of you and have to take over this house because you're a fool so I said well you can't do that because I'll just kill you and said well I'm here to take your job 304 real you people are sitting here taking advantage of monsters and the positions they handle the people we've known about it for a long time let me know that it passes hands but we didn't know is you're going around looking for this job's should you just kind of sit there waiting to die I thought it was so on that I polish the warning is that these people are just going around looking for a job of any kind trying to avoid to die in any way they can it doesn't have much to do with what's going on in the big picture or small picture running around us animals need to be captured in control of destroyed there's no way around it he was right the whole time I'm sitting here listening to him saying it over and over and over there acting like animals why are they doing that it is a story about it if they go on to this wooded area and guns and roses me as hell but they have absolutely nothing after his job it's kind of weird because those long time ago anthem background I said they were acting this way back then I started wondering something why don't we know if that's what it is I hear a Olympus say well you probably knew about it but didn't want to say anything so you want to talk to you I finally figured out something we need to know about testing just figured out something it's better not to know know it definitely is not it's better to know how to act wondering around wondering what to do in the computer and everything seems fine

what's your time I hear this where's your job going to do this thing you're doing here so why would you want to do that sounds disgusting cuz it is no way out of here one person you came all this way for no reason at all driving around the middle of nowhere and your guns n roses this is nothing up north why don't you know that let me say this right I guess we're stuck here and you want to know why we're here since yes that's what I want to know so should we think we know who you are in the sky were falling around makes all these jokes and wisecracks about us and falls asleep in the middle of nowhere wakes up and keeps doing it comes out of nowhere it's just saying stupid stuff about us up in the backwoods of Maine I don't think that's me I don't go to main your New York upstate New York Sullivan said it again and I said why are you saying this weird stuff I don't go to Maine this is this your these people who follow us around say strange things and make us sick because hurt let's make daddy wants you to fall off the apple cart once you have nothing but your day continues to is it while you're one of them should know I'm not some of his brother I'm not yours I literally woke up to it so what are you doing here so trying to survive what are you doing here he said give me what I want and said there's nothing for me to give you a few people took everything and it's ruined this is well this is a shocker wealth in the same situation so that sure is the rudest thing I've ever seen as monsters go around and eat everybody know we can figure it out because I was looking for some dumb-ass thing to do instead of survive so then he says that's why you look for a job and you figure out what you're doing or trying to figure them out so will every since that's what I'm trying to do this for a year now I can't seem to even see them so I've heard about these classes that exists and somehow they collect radiation and I can't seem to figure out how to make it so then he whips out a pair like these in their sunglasses it hurts so bad hearing these people buy your own screaming at me all day long everyday I start to ask him about that I said you had this boy of ours you scream at every day thousands of people all day long, tons of reasons why not to as it doesn't do anything to help you and you refuse to do anything that makes any sense at all why do it when you finally says we do it because we can't stand it and I said well you're all dying it's a simple scam it's Florida and whole scam this is well I guess that's was spread all over the world and now you have no choice

how many really answers came out of them but I do understand something everybody folks in and start writing all the stuff down and sending it all out these people around you make it a living hell and I keep doing it over and over and over and you keep saying I can't not do it because I have to keep an eye out somehow and it's true and then they start doing it to annoy you they wanting to stop at times and I knew stop a little then start and then stop and start and I noticed there's a pattern here they abused you and they think they got something for me of use you and if it's got something and they lose tons of stuff and I think they got something that means something the day of the assholes bothering you the people here and you know that and they get replaced and new ones come in with the same people we traced him down and is true lots of leaves every day if they keep doing it over and over and over and what you say inside is man I hope it was stand it because this is fiercely annoying and then we say is it to then we say this we have to get rid of them

Long story short there's no real solution in a bunch of losers as a culture we're destroying them they run around looking for something to grab that will get them out of it and I keep pestering you for the never going to learn it's over you're all done my name is Darth Maul I led you to New York you all died

[haddonfieldproject]

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1.2.10 HALLOWEEN NIGHT/NOVEMBER 1st 5:32 am‬

Warren County, Illinois

Deputy Sheriff Ben Meeker roared his brown and tan police cruiser almost right up to the shattered front door of Jamie Lee's Diner. As his headlights sparkled across all the shattered glass around the parking lot, his heart sank. Deputy McGrath of the US Marshals followed quickly in his black GMC Savanna, his headlights cutting through the rain and illuminating the fat and frightened face of Justin Lore, the man who had phoned 911 twenty minutes before.

As Meeker popped open his door and stepped out into the storm, more cruisers: some county, some state, some unknown—probably Feds he gathered by the looks of them—tore over the curb and splashed into the parking lot as well. Within moments, the holocaust of multiple flashing lights illuminated the walls and windows of the diner like a Christmas tree.

“Jesus Gawd Ben,” Justin moaned, coming around the side of the car to meet Meeker, “It's like a gawd damn massacre in there. Where's Leigh?”

Ben put a hand on the shoulder of the man he had known his whole life and together they ran back toward the restaurant, stopping just outside doors under the cover of the awning. Once there, Ben removed the hood of his rain coat and leaned against a line of rusted newspaper dispensers that had been empty for at least six months. No one read the newspaper anymore.

“Leigh's busy,” Ben said, watching as Deputy McGrath exited the vehicle and walked casually toward them as if he was oblivious to the drenching rain. “He's had---a err..family emergency.”

Justin didn't seem to care, “It's so bad...” he said, visibly fighting back tears, “I took the weekend shifts at the mill because holidays comin' up and all, so I came in here to get some breakfast before headin' out to work..and it's just plain awful Bengie...just awful.”

“Are you ready Deputy Meeker?” McGrath asked matter-of-factly.

Meeker nodded, “Call Mitch Larabee over at the Mill and tell him what happened and then go home, take a hot shower, and try to go back to sleep.” He said to Justin, “If Mitch has any questions tell him to call me.”

Justin sniffed and nodded. Ben didn't wait for him to go, instead he un-holstered his sidearm, and followed McGrath into the restaurant, their boots crunching on broken glass as they stepped in. All the lights were on, the jukebox was still playing...

Mr. Sandman

Bring me a dream

Make him the cutest

That I've ever seen.

There was a smoky smell, something had definitely burned, or was still burning in the kitchen. Meeker was pretty sure it was eggs. Directly in front of the door, laying on her back on a bed of broken glass was Taylor Rumspitz, her lifeless eyes were fixed on the ceiling, both arms lay outstretched in a gory Christ-pose. The top half of her head was completely blown off and flies were already beginning to light on the corner of her half-open mouth. A tray of broken dishes sat in the puddle of her blood and brains, along with a blood-soaked receipt.

A pang of sadness struck Meeker's chest like an electric shock. She was such a good kid, he thought, working her way through Community College classes at Langdon, picking up late shifts to provide for her and her son. Meeker had dated her mother Carol Rumspitz in the eleventh grade. Now he'd have to tell her that her daughter was dead.

Another waitress, Wilhelmina Peters, another girl Meeker had dated in High School lay face-down in a puddle of blood in the middle of the aisle between the window booths and the tables. Meeker felt a lump form in his throat. He also recognized Marshall Weathers and his good friend Pat Reagor slumped over in one of the booths. They met every morning here before sun-up to go fishing out on Harris Lake, wonder what led them out here in the storm ‪this morning‬, Meeker thought.

Tradition. His mind answered.

McGrath's voice startled him, “Can you ID all these victims?”

“Yes sir,” Meeker said dryly.

More cops filed past them, spreading out in a fan all over the restaurant. In the far corner Meeker saw Kyla Ruckshaw and her seven year old son Davey slumped over in another booth. Kyla met her ex-husband early on Saturday mornings to pass the kid off, per their divorce agreement. Davey's dad Donald Yates worked late nights at the same mill as Justin Lore, and picked his son up when he got off of work. They had been doing that since Davey was in diapers.

Meeker felt light-headed all of a sudden, his legs felt like they were stuck in jello. That was the thing about being a small town cop Deputy McGrath, he thought, of course I can ID all these victims. I know everything about every single one of them.

And it's gonna be even worse for Leigh, he thought, thinking of his friend and mentor who was sitting up at Haddonfield General right now with his daughter, not knowing whether or not Annie was gonna survive the horrific attack on her from that psychopathic lunatic. Now we have two more crazies butchering the townspeople. It felt so surreal, It's like the end of the goddamn world, he thought, this is just gonna kill Leigh.

Officer Mullenix came from the kitchen looking very pale, “Booger's dead,” he said with a wretch, referring to “Booger” Bernard Tyson, the head breakfast cook at the diner. “They stuck his head in the grease fryer.”

That explains the smell, Meeker thought rubbing his temples with one hand and holstering his sidearm with the other. “What the fuck is going on?” he whispered.

“I'll tell you what's going on,” McGrath answered, pulling a piece of chewing gum from his pocket and popping it in his mouth, “What's going on is that you have two very disturbed individuals out there and they're apparently still at large.” He took a deep breath, “Deputy Meeker, we have to find these individuals. We have to end this right here, right now in your town.”

“I agree sir,” Meeker took a deep breath himself and straightened up, he raised his voice, “Well boys, we need to get to bagging and tagging. We need to collect all the evidence, get all the photos we can get.”

“Forensics is finishing up at the park with that Tramer boy and are en route now,” Officer Kinnerly aka 'Doughboy' called out.

Meeker nodded and waved his hand.

“But Deputy Sheriff Meeker sir?” Doughboy said.

Meeker turned, McGrath turned as well. “What is it Kip?” Meeker asked.

“EMS boys got on the horn after taking that last girl...”

“Alice Martin,” Meeker's voice cracked. He cleared his throat and raised his voice so the other officers could hear him, “Come on boys! These are our people men, we can at least remember their names.”

“Yes sir,” Doughboy corrected himself, “After they dropped Alice off at County General, EMS boys got on the horn and told us that the morgue at the hospital is full sir.”

“Shit,” McGrath breathed under his breath.

“It's the Fetanyl sir...you know...the morgue's pretty much been full up all the time this past few years.”

“What about Yuva's funeral home?” Meeker asked.

“Well, that Tramer boy is there and Mr. Gudipati says he's already got three others who passed earlier this week. He says he can't take anymore either.” Doughboy answered.

“That's what I was afraid of,” McGrath growled.

“Well we can take them over to Russellville, they have..” Meeker began but McGrath cut him off.

“No, they have to stay here in Warren County.”

“Why?” Meeker asked.

“I hate to tell you this Deputy Meeker, but shit has just officially hit the fan.” McGrath replied.

“Well we just don't have a place to put all these people. We're not used to having so many people come up dead in one night in a small town like this Deputy McGrath.” Meeker put his hands on his hips, “Just what do you suggest we do?”

McGrath smacked his gum. “We need to get in touch with Springfield.”

“Why's that?” Meeker asked..

McGrath pulled his phone from his pocket. “With a body count this high and no where left to process the victims, we're gonna have to call in a response team...you know what that means?”

“What, like a portable morgue?”

“That's part of it. It means a whole fucking fleet of forensic people, pathologists, medical examiners, coroners...the whole shabang.” McGrath answered, looking through the contacts list in his phone.

“Okay...” Meeker answered, sensing more.

“You see the problem with that is, since ‪9/11‬, these kind of Ops Teams..or D-MORTs as they are called....are operated by the National Disaster Medical System, and they can only be requested by the Governor.”

“Okay....,” Meeker led him on again.

“That's National, as in Washington DC... by sunrise Deputy Meeker, your little town is going to be crawling with feds.”

McGrath hit a button on his phone and put it to his ear. He then added, “And the press.”

Meeker put his hand on his head and winced.

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