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crimson-calligraphyx · 8 months

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What do four best friends do when they can't agree on where to go on their next "Girl's Trip"? Well, they have a competition—whoever wins gets to choose where to go. The catch? It involves candy underwear and subtlety. Disclaimer: this is completely fictional. I do not own Bad Omens or anyone affiliated with them. This is a RPF; don't like? Don't read. Hope you enjoy! 😊 Sexual content: oral sex & fingering; female receiving. slight knife play. Word count: 5,204 Costumes: Anastasia Riley Adeline I think y'all can picture Gemma's costume Candy thong Tag list: @kingdomof-omens @cheyfi @daylightlvrs @blade-in-red @ladyveronikawrites @jay02bo *if you'd like to be added to the tag list, let me know!

Heavy bass vibrated through not only the walls of our home, but the entirety of my body, shaking me to the core. The air in the foyer was thick with the smoke billowing from the fog machine, creeping low against the wooden floors and swirling as I walked through it.

Continuing through our home, I couldn’t help the nagging thought in my head of whether we really should have a strobe light going or not. It was starting to make me dizzy; the last thing we needed was someone dropping in the middle of the living room from a seizure, but the girls insisted it was necessary for the night and told me to stop being such a worry wart.

It was Halloween night, and the girls and I were getting ready for the impromptu party we threw together. We invited practically the whole block, shoving flyers into their mailboxes the night before, not expecting half of them to show. Still, we went all out and bought two kegs and brought out the entirety of our liquor cabinet, along with probably a dozen pizzas just in case.

It was LA after all, and word does spread like wildfire here, so maybe there was a chance of a huge turnout.

I made my way up the stairs and into my bedroom to check on how the others were doing with their costumes, stopping short when I got a look at Gemma’s outfit. Nicholas outdid himself—the ‘ink’ on Gemma’s arms was that of Noah’s, though rushed from the amount of time we had to get ready. Still, he did his job, and you could tell they were supposed to be the crimson waves and the grayscale portrait Noah had. And of course, the snake with the forbidden fruit on the neck.

Gemma stood with a proud smile on her face, waving her hands up and down her body to brandish her outfit. I snorted, taking in the cropped black tank top, short black skirt, and fishnet combo. She had a white shoelace around the waistband of the skirt to mimic the drawstring on his stage pants, and even had the chain necklace and bracelet he wore on his left wrist.

“Single glove or hand wraps?” she asks, holding up one in each hand. “The glove is more infamous in my opinion, but it might get sweaty,” I shrugged. “Up to you.” She tilts her head back in forth, pondering before settling with the hand wraps. She tossed the glove onto the bed, hitting Adeline with it, who was lying on her stomach.

“If you’re gonna hit me in the ass with a glove, make sure your hand is in it,” Adeline teases, looking back at us over her shoulder. "Duly noted," Gemma laughs and makes her way over to the bed, promptly slapping Adeline over her bustle-clad ass. "What even are you?" Adeline rolls over and stands up, picking up her fedora and placing it on her head. She points to the holster strapped to her thigh that holds a knife, presumably fake. "I'm a monster hunter. You know, like if the Winchester's had a sister." Gemma nods her head slowly, "Riiight, gotcha."

I shake my head at them with a smirk playing on my lips, turning my attention to the mirror. I adjusted the frilled collar around my neck, hoping it wouldn't suffocate me too much during the night, followed by the thigh-high stockings, having the bells on my skirt jingle as I moved. "You think I should do some sort of clown makeup or just leave it with the smokey eye?" I asked, turning to Nick. "Nah," he shakes his head and takes a sip of his beer. "I think it's fine the way it is."

I shrugged, accepting his answer, and tightened the pigtails on my head one last time just as Riley made her way into the room. I gasped when I saw the orange tattered dress and burlap hood, adorned with Sam's stitched face. I was astonished at how good she looked. She wraps her arms around herself, trying to make herself small as a pink tinge formed on her cheeks. I knew she felt uncomfortable, completely stepping out of her comfort zone, but her costume really was amazing.

"Is it that bad?" she asks, digging the toe of her platformed boot into the carpet with uncertainty. "Girl, no! You look amazing!" I reassure her, motioning for her to spin around so I could get a full view. She obliges, hesitantly spinning and extending her arms out by her sides, the skirt of her dress swishing around her. She halts facing me, "Thanks, Stace," she giggles, the start of a confident smile spreading on her face.

"Alright bitches, now that we're all here," Gemma announces, gaining everyone's attention. She holds up her hand, clasped around a bundle of what appeared to be candy necklaces. "I have a little game for us to play tonight. Know how we've been fighting over where to go for our next Girl's Trip?" She asks, tossing each of us a string of candies with a sly smirk. I held the candy up in front of me, quickly realizing these weren't necklaces, but thongs. "Gem, what the fuck are you getting at?" I asked accusingly. She chortled as the rest of us girls exchanged wary glances, only imagining what she had in mind. "We're going to wear these tonight and see who can get rid of the candies the fastest. Winner gets to choose our destination," she winks, stepping into the G-string and sliding it underneath her skirt, completely disregarding Nicholas sitting behind her. "A-and how do you expect us to do that?" Riley asks timidly, the blush rearing her face again.

Gemma chuckles and makes her way over to Riley, taking the ties of the burlap hood between her thumb and index finger, and twiddling it. "C'mon Riles, use that brain of yours. You're gonna get each and every one of those boys at this party to take a nibble," she chomps the air playfully and tugs on the string to release the knot with a laugh. "Hey!" Riley gasps, throwing her hands on her head to stop the burlap sack from falling to the floor. "Not funny," she grumbles, situating the hood back in its original place. "I don't know, Gemma. That's a little... risque." "That's the whole point, Riles! Maybe you'll get lucky with Jol—" "Shh!" Riley frantically covers Gemma's mouth and glances briefly at Nick, her face now beet red and eyes wide as saucers.

I exchanged a knowing look with Adeline, both of us snickering quietly. It was no secret that Riley had a thing for Jolly, always growing quiet and tucking herself behind one of us whenever he was in the room. And when he spoke to her? Forget it. It's like her brain short-circuits and she forgets how to speak, only able to laugh and play with the hem of her shirt. It was cute though, and I knew that a part of this game Gemma had planned was to break Riley out of her shell a bit.

With a shrug, I slipped out of my non edible underwear and tossed it into my hamper, replacing it with the candy thong. It was a little snug, and felt weird as the chalky beads rolled over my skin, but I was determined to get this off as quickly as possible. I was desperate to go to Hawaii.

Adeline steps into my bathroom to exchange her underwear, and Riley looks between the three of us when she returns, visibly shaking. She takes a deep breath and makes her way into my bathroom, doing the same as Adeline.

"Y'all are crazy," Nicholas comments with a chuckle and stands up, slipping his Michael Myers mask over his head. "Please, like you don't want to take a nibble," Gemma winks, bending slightly and wriggling her hips in his direction. I could just imagine the eye roll that was hidden by his mask as he silently sauntered through us, heading downstairs. "At least he's in character," I snorted, and we shared a laugh then trailed after him, ready for our night of fun as we descended the stairs.

Hitting the bottom step, I could just barely hear the doorbell over the music blasting through our home, the bass still vibrating through me. I made my way to the door, throwing it open to be met with a pair of dark eyes, covered slightly by shaggy bangs and shimmering from the strobe light behind me. I take in Noah's blood-stained white T-shirt and jeans as he holds a Ghostface mask in his right hand.

A smirk slowly spreads on his face as I stared for much longer than I should have, soaking in how fucking easy it was for him to look so good, and I could feel my face start to warm. Heat simmers low in my belly from the way he locks eyes with me and smolders at me—he knew exactly what he was doing. Noah and I have been playing this cat-and-mouse game for months, both of us too stubborn to admit our feelings to one another regardless of how obvious it was.

I cleared my throat, "Billy Loomis, huh?" "How could you tell?" he chuckles. I rolled my eyes, "It's not like Scream isn't my favorite slasher or anything." He feigns surprise, his eyebrows rising. "Is that so?" he teases, that smirk finding his lips again. I remained silent while I watched his eyes trail up and down my body, taking in my Jester costume.

He slowly brings his eyes back to mine, lingering on my chest briefly. "So, you gonna let me in or am I supposed to party on the porch by myself all night?" "Right," I chuckled, opening the door wider, allowing him room to enter. "Welcome to the night circus, where you can be a freak on purpose," I shoot him a wink, waving my arm in a grand fashion. "Why thank you, Anastasia," he crosses through the threshold, the way he put emphasis on my name causing a shiver to roll down my spine. No one uses my full name.

His eyes never left mine as he brushed past me, the bells on my dress jingling as he ran a finger across the bottom of it. My heart pounds from the seduction in his eyes, his proximity, the anticipation of his fingers grazing my skin. I watched him disappear into the kitchen while the strobes gave the illusion that his body was lagging behind, leaving nothing but the fog swirling in his wake.

Huffing out a breath, I go to shut the door blindly, having a boot wedge between it and the frame. I looked up at the owner of said boot, belonging to Jolly, who stood there sporting a kind smile with fake blood dribbling down from the corner of his mouth. "Shit, sorry Jolly. I didn't see you there," I apologized with a grimace and stepped back to allow him inside. He laughs, and I catch a glimpse of the fake fangs settled on his teeth. "That's alright, I could see you were a bit preoccupied," he winks before making his way inside, trailing after Noah.

I felt my cheeks burn hot from embarrassment, and suddenly the collar around my neck was beginning to suffocate me. Shutting the door, I took a deep breath to recollect myself and calm my erratic heart. This was going to be an interesting night.

The night carried on, with dozens upon dozens of strangers funneling into our home. Half the pizza was gone, the kegs have been tapped, and I was feeling pretty good after a few drinks. I managed to get a couple bites taken from the candy G-string by said strangers, as did the others, but we appeared to still be neck-and-neck in our little competition.

Folio was running rampant around the house in his werewolf costume, sloshing beer in his wake, while Adeline and Noah were nowhere in sight. Riley had tucked herself in the corner of the living room, trying her best to make small talk with Jolly, who seemed very interested in what she had to say. And of course, Nicholas was taking advantage of his Michael Myers costume, sneaking up on people and scaring the shit out of them.

"Stacy!" I heard Gemma call my name as I snagged a slice of pizza. I turned towards her while taking a bite, perking an eyebrow up in questioning. "Come do a keg stand with me!" I rolled my eyes, swallowing the bite I took. "Let me finish my slice of pizza first, Gem. I haven't eaten all night!" She wasn't even paying attention to what I had to say, giggling as she skipped on over to the keg.

I followed after her, shaking my head with a chuckle as she threw herself onto Matt's back, who barely had time to register what was happening. He caught her just in time, nearly falling forward as he hooked her knees on his elbows, scolding her. "Matty," she laughs, "can you help me with the keg stand?" "If it gets you off my back, sure," he huffs. "I may be dressed as Goku, but I'm not a Super Saiyan, so you gotta find another person to help hold your drunk ass up." "Deal!" she lands a sloppy kiss on his cheek before sliding off his back, immediately waving me towards her.

I sighed and tossed my pizza onto the closest counter, knowing she would just keep pestering me until I obliged. Gemma takes hold of the handles and bends at the waist, beginning to hoist herself up by kicking her legs out. Matt and I exchanged looks and rolled our eyes at her impatience, both of us grasping a leg to steady her as she flipped upside down, her skirt falling and exposing the candy underwear.

"You ready?" Matt asks her, not even noticing that her ass was now exposed, and brings the spout to her mouth. She responds by giggling, taking the spout between her teeth. "Three, two, one... Go!" he counts down, opening the spigot and funneling beer to her.

It was messy at first as she continued to giggle, foam billowing from her lips, dripping into her hair and on top of the keg. After a moment, she stifles her hysterics and gets a better grasp on the spout, finally drinking it down as the room starts to count how long she could stay up.

"Gemma, what the fuck are you wearing?" Matt laughs just after the room counts to eight. I brought my attention to him; he finally noticed the edible underwear, unapologetically staring at her ass with a shit-eating grin spread across his face. Gemma starts to laugh, the spout falling from her mouth, which continues to pour beer all over the floor. Her arms buckle as she laughs harder, and she topples backward, landing straight on her back. She groans out in pain, only to erupt into another fit of giggles.

I snorted with amusement and shook my head at the sight before me, reaching for the spigot to close it. "Are you alright?" I asked her and promptly offered a hand to help her up. She accepts my hand and pulls herself up, stumbling to her feet. "Oh yeah, that was hilarious," she chuckles, turning her attention to Matt. "For your information, Matty, it's called candy underwear." "Right, but why are you wearing it?" She motions her head at me, "We're having a competition—me, Stacy, Adeline, and Riley—and for the life of us, we can't agree on where to go for vacation. So, like the genius that I am, I decided whoever can get all the candy bitten off by the end of the night, wins."

He barks out a laugh, shaking his head. "That is the stupidest shit you've ever come up with, Gem." He grabs a solo cup and starts to fill it with beer from the keg, "Where is it that you guys want to go that you can't agree on something?" I mimic his actions, filling my own cup. "I wanna go to Hawaii," I shrugged, followed by taking a sip of my beer. "Riley wants to go to the Bahamas, I think Addy wants to go to Niagara Falls." "What about you, Gem?" Matt asks, pointing his cup in her direction. "Las Vegas!" she shouts.

He nods slowly and takes a long sip of his drink, mulling over our answers. With the hand that was holding the solo cup, he points a finger at me and gives me a quick head nod. "Bend over, I'm taking a bite." "Excuse me?" I folded my arms over my chest, quirking an eyebrow at him. "Hawaii is the best option in my opinion," he shrugs, putting his cup down and closing the gap between us.

He sidles up behind me, lifting the skirt of my dress on his own as he crouches. I shiver from the feeling of his warm breath on my backside as he brings the candy into his mouth, his lips brushing against my skin. I could feel him pull on the string as he fought with it to break the candy, having it snap back into place when he successfully took what felt like a big chunk off. I glanced at Gemma with wide eyes, not expecting this from Matt, and she did not seem amused by any means.

"You better fucking win this shit, Stace," he mumbles and stands up, chewing on the candy. "That's the whole idea, Matt," I winked at him, tugging my dress back into place before returning to my pizza waiting for me on the counter. Gemma scoffs, "What about me? That doesn't seem very fair." "You said it yourself, Gem. It's a competition," Matt retorts. "One of you has to win, and none of you will if I take a bite off each of your asses." Her mouth drops open, appalled by his words, and she quickly exits the room with an exasperated exhale.

"Drama queen," he snickers as he washes down the sweets with a pull of his beer. "The other guys know about this?" "Nick does, not sure if the others caught wind or not. A few strangers were brave enough to take a nibble or two," I chuckled. "Well then, carry on. The night is still young." He bumps his cup with mine in cheers before trailing after Gemma.

With a shrug, I did just so and topped off my cup before heading into the living room. The air in the room was sticky from all the heat radiating off people's bodies, everyone practically shoulder to shoulder as they danced and drank whatever they had in their hands. I take a large pull of my drink, starting my journey through the sea of people until I lock eyes with those same alluring eyes from earlier in the night.

Noah stands there, leaning against the wall opposite of me with his arms folded over his chest. A smirk begins to spread across his face when he sees that he has my undivided attention, and my heart leaps into my throat from how long he holds my gaze. He only breaks eye contact when Nick sidles up beside him, lifting his mask to speak to Noah.

I take another sip of my drink, hoping to swallow my heart back where it belongs but to no avail. Whatever Nick had said to Noah only made his smirk grow, his eyes flickering back to me as he pushed off the wall and began to cut through the crowd towards me.

What the fuck did Nick say to him?

I straighten my posture as he stands in front of me, trying to give the impression that I wasn't beginning to crumble underneath his devious presence. He leans towards me, bringing his mouth so close to my ear that I can feel his breath ghost by it, a chill running down my spine. "Come with me," he says lowly, his tone immediately spreading warmth to my core.

He brushes past me, this time his fingers grazing against my thigh, and my breath gets caught in my throat. Taking another gulp of my beer, I followed him out of the living room and down the hallway that passed by the kitchen. He halts when we're away from the crowd, leaning up against the wall again with the same smirk on his face from moments before. He doesn't say anything, just stares at me.

Now annoyed by his silence, I crossed my arms over my chest. "Why did you bring me here, Noah?" "Like you don't know," he chuckles. I squint my eyes at him, "What are you getting at?" He hums with amusement, pushing himself off the wall, and stalks towards me again, this time brandishing a knife. My eyes grow wide and I back against the wall, my heart pounding as panic starts to wash over me.

He snorts, lowering his hand. "Relax, it's fake. I'm just trying to stay in character. You know, Billy Loomis and all." I huffed, "That wasn't funny." "Mmm, was pretty funny to me. Shoulda seen your face." "Fuck you, Noah," I let out a breathy laugh. "So, you gonna tell me what's going on or can I go back to the party?" He takes another step towards me, tipping my head up with the blade of the plastic knife under my chin. I remained calm this time, knowing it was fake, and stared up at him as I waited for an answer. "A little birdy told me there's a competition between you girls. Is that true?"

So, that's what Nick told him.

"That is true," I confirmed. "And does it involve candy underwear, or was that a lie?" My throat goes dry; I swallow as my heart begins to pound again. "Y-yes," I stammered. "Interesting," he muses, tracing the blade leisurely down my throat. "I love candy necklaces; it's the same candy, right?" I nodded shallowly. "I may have to partake in this competition then if you'll allow it." I take a deep breath in as he continues to skim the knife across my breasts, dragging it down the front of my dress. I lost my voice while my reply swirled round and round in my head, dizzying me as I saw his eyes darken with mischief while he scrutinized my every move.

The knife reaches the middle of my thigh, and he changes direction, slipping it under my dress. He inches it back up my thigh, bringing the heat in my stomach to a simmer as it neared my center. I squeeze my legs together when he slides it between them, and he chuckles. "I'll take that as a no," he says, retracting the knife. "No, you may," I breathed. "Maybe without the knife, though." "Fair enough." He agrees, tucking it into his back pocket.

He lowers himself to his knees, leering up at me with hunger in his eyes as he fists the bottom of my dress. "May I?" I gave a quick nod and held my breath as his head disappeared under the skirt. He wastes no time at all; I can feel the tug against the strings as he takes a section of the beads into his mouth, his warm breath caressing my mound. I chomp down on my lip to hold back the mewl that wanted to escape me from the sensation.

The thong snaps back into place when he successfully takes a bite, causing me to jump slightly. I heard him chuckle, but he didn't pull back. Instead, he takes another mouthful, this time sucking them into his mouth rather than taking them in between his teeth. His lips brush against me ever-so-slightly, my body reacting to the closeness by clenching around nothing.

Fuck. This was turning me on way too fucking much.

"Noah," I warned. "I-I think you've had enough." He releases the candy, and they snap back against me, once again causing me to buck my hips forward. The sweets were now sticky from his saliva, the underwear even more uncomfortable now as the beads stick against my skin. His face emerges from my skirt, and he looks up at me through the dark bangs covering his eyes, licking his lips slowly. "Sorry, I just really like candy necklaces. Let me take one last bite."

He doesn't even wait for me to respond, heading back to where he just was. "No-waaah," I began to scold him for his behavior, only to be interrupted by the moan he elicited from me. He had slipped his tongue through the strings, padding it against my clit while he pulled on another mouthful of candies. "That bite tasted really good." He chuckles deviously, the vibration buzzing through me and sending another tingle through my middle.

He moves back, looking up at me with that same sly smirk he's been brandishing all night. "I really wanna eat it all. And I don't just mean the candy." Heat rises up my neck and across my face from his words, and my clit throbs just from the thought of him devouring every last bead before devouring me. I clenched my thighs together, trying to get some friction where I wanted it the most as I eagerly waited for him to touch me again.

"I know you want to win this competition, Anastasia," he mutters sardonically. "Why don't you let me help?" I swallowed harshly, giving him a quick nod. "Come with me," he coos, taking my hand as he stands, and brings me into the closest room.

It felt wrong as he shut the door to Riley's bedroom and locked it, and even worse when he shoved me playfully onto her bed. The feeling of guilt quickly diminishes, melting into desire as he slowly clambers onto the bed, settling between my legs. He bunches my dress up, exposing the edible underwear once again, lowering himself until his mouth was only a mere centimeter away from it.

He takes one single bead between his teeth, breaking it off and chewing it, all while staring up at me with fire burning in his eyes. He does it again, and again, his mouth dangerously close to my clit, until I couldn't handle him teasing me any longer. "Noah," I whined, wriggling my hips in front of him eagerly. "Please." "Ah, ah," he scolds, "you gotta wait until all of this candy is gone." He laughs when I let out an aggravated huff, taking another mouthful of the candy and sucking on it.

"Tastes so good," he moans out. "The candy is sweet, but your arousal makes it even sweeter," he muses, letting the moist candies fall from his mouth, slapping against my clit. I whimpered and bucked my hips forward, having him take the same candies back in his mouth and finally break them off. I breathed deep with anticipation, my chest heaving as I watched him lazily chew the sweets, his eyes boring into mine with animosity. "Hm," his eyes fall back to the thong, a satisfied grin grazing his lips. "Would you look at that, all the candies are gone. All there is left to eat is..." His eyes flicker back to mine, the smile only growing on his face. "You."

I pulled my bottom lip into my mouth, biting down with a bruising force while he brought his mouth down to me. He pushes the strings aside, never breaking eye contact as he runs his tongue along my soaked folds agonizingly slow, the look alone shaking me to the core. He takes his time, savoring me as he casually licks his way up to my clit, lolling the tip of his tongue around the sensitive bud.

"Fuck," I whispered, and my head falls back against the mattress. My eyes fluttered shut when he applied a bit more pressure to my clit, still moving in slow circles. I moaned lightly when he entered a finger inside of me, and then another seconds later. He unhurriedly curls them upwards, just barely pressing against that sweet spot as he carries on.

"Look at me," he mumbles against me. I don't move—I can't, not with the way he's paralyzing me, spreading bliss through my entire body with just his two fingers and tongue. "Anastasia," he says sternly, retracting his fingers. "I wanna watch those pretty eyes of yours roll to the back of your head when I make you come." I whimpered from the unwanted emptiness, once again clenching around nothing as I craved to be filled again. Knowing he wouldn't continue until I obliged due to his stubbornness, I had no choice but to pick my head up and look at him.

"Good girl," he chuckles lowly, his eyes glimmering with fervor. He rewards me by sliding his long fingers inside of me, thrusting them with urgency. It took every fiber of my being to not throw my head back down and cry out, knowing he would stop if I were to do that. He lowers his mouth down to me, working his tongue around my awaiting clit strategically, quickly building up my climax.

My legs start to tremble, my hips involuntarily lifting off the mattress to press my cunt harder against his tongue. "That's it," he moans against me, the bass in his voice vibrating through me. "Let go, Anastasia." His eyes darken as he continues to leer up at me, grazing his teeth against my clit before encasing it with his lips, sucking on it. His fingers continued to curl against my walls feverishly, beckoning me to come undone, his eyes commanding me to fall apart under his control.

The pressure continued to climb with each stroke against my G-spot, and I knew by the curl of his lips that he could tell I was close. The more my body trembled beneath him, the more he concentrated on his actions, watching the way my body reacted to him.

The spool finally springs loose inside of me, my hands fisting the sheets as I cried out from the ecstasy coursing through me. My eyes wrench shut, my body quakes uncontrollably, and he continues to carry me through my high, his actions relentless. He laps up every last drop of my orgasm with a breathy laugh, his hands pressed against my thighs to hold my legs open, not finished with me just yet.

He only stops when I go limp, collapsing against the sheets, and my chest heaves as I try to catch the breath that he knocked out of me. As I lay here, nearly comatose, I felt him pull on the strings of the candy thong one last time, only I didn't feel them snap back into place. “That oughta do it," he says confidently. I lift my head to look at him; the plastic knife is in his hand again, and the strings of the edible underwear are dangling off the blade.

I threw my head back and laughed—looks like I’m going to Hawaii.

#fanfic #fan fiction #noah sebastian #bad omens #bad omens band #fanfic writing #nicholas ruffilo #nick ruffilo #nick folio #jolly karlsson #joakim karlsson #matt dierkes #noah sebastian x oc #one shot

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re-bee-key · 10 months

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Just watched the Tumblr Live QnA Panel, and here's some of my thoughts:

* Had to toggle on Tumblr Live to watch and agree to the terms.

The stream itself was a little low quality visually, not terrible, but either they used a low quality camera or streaming isn't up to the same quality as other sites like Tiktok

* the gifting feature that mimics Tiktok was obnoxious. Users that seem to use Tumblr Live a lot where using gifts very often. The gift icons would take up most of the screen covering chat.

Some people in chat suggested that the gifters were Staff plants to make the site seem more popular than it is. There is no way to verify if they are or are not. But these individuals talked in the chat about how they use Tumblr Live all the time, and some dont even have blogs they only use Live. Which is????

I don't like the gifting emojis. But i dont like them on Twitch or tiktok either, so shrug emoji, i guess

Questions Answered (that i remember)

* The Chronological Dashboard will stay. They mentioned this several times that tumblr, while they are going to improve the For You algorithm, the main Chronological Dashboard will not change.

* Tumblr Live apparently isn't blocked in Europe and is just waiting for approval, which is soon. They said it being blocked was misinformation. (Which i have no way to verify.)

* LGBTQA+ and specifically Trans content getting flagged or censored is a bug, apparently. They said it happens from time to time, but reporting should fix it. Users in the chat were unhappy with this answer since the issue has lasted for such a long time and doesn't seem or feel random. But they did not comment further.

* Tumblr posts being collapsable was not super addressed. They sort of skimmed over this question and just said that they try lots of new features to see what works and what doesn't. Apparently, there will be a toggle to turn this feature on or off.

* Tumblr Groups was addressed. It was shut down because not enough users used the feature.

Apparently, not many users use Tumblr Live either, but they want to keep working on it to make it appealing.

* Another bit about Tumblr Live. CEO essentially said they will not give the option to permanently toggle off the feature.

One user had asked if Tumblr had investors. CEO said, "Of course."

CEO did mention they "might" add a way to permanently turn off tumblr live. But it if they did, it would be a paid option over $20.

* One user commented that they are epileptic and that certain ads trigger their seizures because of the flashing colors and wanted to know what they would do for this issue. Tumblr CEO said "Well you could pay for No Ads."

CEO talked about paying to go ad free a lot. Saying only 25 thousand users pay for it at the moment.

Personally, it seems really irresponsible to suggest that the only way to fix an accessibility issue is for a user to pay money. As if disabled people dont have to pay enough as it is.

* I had asked if they were willing to work with more artists for Merch and Badges. They said they are working on it and there is a feature called Creatr that is set up to uplift creators and work with them on merch ideas.

I've never heard of Creatr. He seemed like we should have known what it was? Maybe they should promote that more. I know we all want more ways to support artists.

* More Badges and Achievements are coming. Apparently, a Legacy Badge that shows how long you've been on tumblr is in the works. (Im personally very excited about Badges.)

* Tumblr is thinking bout doing more QnA and even meet ups at different conventions and some even at the headquarters themselves. (They did not acknowledge questions that asked for a Headquarters video tour.)

Anyways, that was about all I can remember. Staff didn't record the panel, so hopefully, one of the other users did.

They talked about other random stuff. Calling out gifters specifically and rambling about donuts and books.

Oh, also, they brought a ball pit. Which is, yeah. Lol

#tumblr #tumblr live #tumblr staff #tumblr qna #tumblr stuff #stuff happening on tumblr #tumblr update #i dunno how to tag this #my words

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pyramidsoul · 1 year

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Dahmer’s behaviour in prison

Jeffrey Dahmer, Stone Philips Interview, 1994

Regarding Dahmer’s behaviour in prison, there are various opinions on why he would act like that. He was known for playing with food, putting ketchup on his meal to resemble body parts; he once placed a sign in his cell “Cannibal Anonymous Meeting”; he taunted scared guards next to him making them jump by whispering “I bite”.

Following the prison staff insight, he was a model inmate, but based on Christopher Scarver’s opinion, “He crossed the line with some people — prisoners, prison staff. Some people who are in prison are repentant — but [Dahmer] was not one of them”.

However it's important to consider Scarver never really had a direct contact with Dahmer, plus he suffered from a severe mental illness, which makes his statement of doubtful authenticity.

The same Gerald Boyle, Jeffrey Dahmer’s defence attorney, stated “Dahmer was such a milquetoast. He would never have done that stuff. He killed people, but he didn't taunt people. I never saw him do anything that would lead me to believe that he would mimic the deaths that he caused. I just don't believe that.”, claiming it wasn’t the serial killer’s “style”.

On the other hand, Roy Ratcliff, the pastor who baptised Dahmer, backed up the topic saying he'd been told by prison guards Dahmer would joke about cannibalism, effectively affirming the serial killer's ambiguous behaviour.

Last seen of Jeffrey Dahmer in the prison library, 1994

On why of these actions, the theories are three:

Causing outrage to find death: we are aware of Dahmer’s death wish. He claimed multiple times he wanted to be dead, from having suicidal thoughts, to requesting for the death penalty. He was conscious of the risk of his health by being included in the general population, yet, even after people’s recommendations, he chose to be moved anyway. He wasn’t able to commit suicide himself so he provoked people to get what he wanted. Relevant information is also they didn’t find marks on Dahmer’s body, meaning Dahmer didn’t fight back during the attack, accepting his fate. He also said these words no longer before his death to the mother Joyce “It doesn’t matter, Mom. I don’t care if something happens to me”.

His sense of humour: it is known that Dahmer had a particular dark humour. During highschool years Dahmer was known as the clown/mascotte to the students at Revere High School. He staged pranks and he bleated and simulated epileptic seizures or cerebral palsy, which became known as "Doing a Dahmer". Even during interrogation, “He picked up the brown bunch and commented that they held a remarkable resemblance to a person's fingers after they had been immersed in muriatic acid for a while. He placed the banana in his mouth and chewed. "It's not bad."”(cit. Grilling Dahmer). It’s possible he was just spending time as he could.

He had become a shadow of himself: he portrayed himself as THE cannibal in an attempt to attract attention, giving people what they expected from him. He didn’t have real friends, he never had, so he kept this attitude for say “stay away from me”. He toyed with the idea of cannibal quite a bit, because he didn’t trust people. This is the insight Roy Ratcliff gave after he learnt about Jeffrey’s behaviour in prison. Roy became one of the latest and only true friends Jeffrey met.

Roy Ratcliff holding the card Jeffrey Dahmer gave him for thanksgiving

After 28 years, we don’t know why of this behaviour yet, and we will never know. All the theories above are valid, meaning he could’ve acted that way because of a mix of those reasons. Jeffrey Dahmer will find death at Columbia Correctional Institution on 28th November 1994.

#jeff dahmer #prison jeff #jeffrey lionel dahmer #Roy Ratcliff #facts #true crime #Jeffrey Dahmer #jd

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xxbottlecapx · 1 year

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I liked your post about Steve having focal seizures and Eddie figured it out because he happened to be familiar with them because of past experiences, but tbh Robin seems like she could also be someone who could pin that down. We've seen her talk about medical stuff before, specifically with the rabies rant, but I'd like to think she often looks at conditions and she finds them morbidly interesting. Can I get a version where Robin is the first to notice? I'm thinking Billy caused them, but they happen seldom until the Russians make them worse, so she notices something but doesn't piece together that he's not just being stupid until after the Russians, but you can decide how you want to do it if you even decide to

You are absolutely right. I’m not entirely proud of how this came out but this is what I got, I hope it’s okay 💜💜

1985 scoops ahoy, before the fire.

Robin didn’t know much about Steve Harrington.

Well, that was a lie. She was a people watcher, after all. Robin knew a lot about Steve Harrington. She knew he had been the self proclaimed (Tommy-proclaimed) King of Hawkins High. That is, until Billy Hargrove smashed his face in and Steve started rolling around with a band of middle schoolers. His downward spiral had started with Nancy Wheeler and ended with Billy Hargrove (and Jonathan was, she had been told, somewhere in the mix.)

Steve was bad at school but good with people, bad at reading but good at speaking, bad at instruments but good with sports. Good at making friends but bad at keeping them.

He had graduated alone. No one was there with him when he left Hawkins high that final time. As far as Robin was aware, no one seemed to care when he left at all. Robin only noticed because she was a people watcher. She liked to know things. She liked to know things about people in any way she could. At first it had just been her wanting to mimic whatever it was that King Steve did that made Tammy Thompson like him, but it quickly became a fascination. She couldn’t even tell you why. But the longer she watched him, the more intrigued she got. Especially after Billy Hargrove.

Either way, no matter what she did or did not know about Steve Harrington; The Steve Harrington she knew of from highschool was definitely not the Steve Harrington that applied to Scoops Ahoy.

“Hi, uh, I’m- Steve,” The King Steve said. He was wearing the proper Scoops Ahoy Gear, but his hat was one backwards.

Robin hadn't been told she was getting a new coworker. Yesterday, Daksha seemed absolutely fine. But today she was gone. And in her place was the former King Steve, in all his lack of glory.

“What about Daksha?” Robin said instead of greeting him in kind. He hadn’t been a nice guy. Never picked on her specifically, but Tommy sure did.

Steve doesn’t seem miffed by her deferral.

“Who?”

Robin rolls her eyes, grabs his hat to put it on him correctly, and hands him Daksha’s scooper. It was bright pink, bedazzled. She expected some sort of denial but Steve only holds the scooper so stiffly she thinks he might break the handle.

“I’m Steve.” He blinked rapidly.

Robin crossed her arms, leaning against one of the tubs of icecream that she liked to steal from when her manager, Kanan, wasn’t looking. She wondered if he would tell on her.

“Yeah, I know”

“Sorry, sorry, who-“ he squinted at her, then shook his head and pulled in his shorts. They were definitely too short for him. “Who are you?”

Robin thinks about the name tag on her shirt in bright teal. “Moira.”

“Nice. Uh. What do I do?” Steve takes it in stride, wandering around the room without any deemed purpose. He swallows hard once, twice, and follows Robin as she opens up shop. She makes him sweep the floor three times and he doesn’t complain once.

Eventually, she has to turn the closed sign around. “Use that Harrington charm to get more tips.” She tells him when he just blinks at her some more. “I’ll handle scooping for now.”

Robin is a people watcher. She learns that a few things on her Steve Harrington list need an upgrade.

The Steve Harrington from Scoops Ahoy was nothing like Steve Harrington from Hawkins High. For one thing, that Harrington charm? Didn’t exist anymore.

This is how the You Rule, You Suck board is born.

“Why’s there a scar in your head?” She asks him, about a month into working together.

“Uh- got in a fight.” Is all she gets. She stares at his shaking hands, and doesn’t mention it again.

She doesn’t have to, it seems, because the middle schoolers that follow Scoops Steve around like a flock of confused ducklings are very quick to sing his praises.

“You know Billy Hargrove?” Dustin asks one day. He’s hiding in the break room with her. A dude had been hitting on her for weeks so whenever she sees him, Steve takes his order and Robin flees. She sits on the table and stares intensely on the bundle of bananas right next to her. They’ve become Steve’s favorite food.

“Who doesn’t?” She says in answer. Robin was, after all, still in school.

She hasn’t known Dustin long, and she doesn’t really understand how or why Steve likes him so much, but she does know that Dustin can talk for hours.

“I heard you asking Steve about that scar on his head. Billy, he had a thing against Lucas dating his sister,” Dustin starts, and Robin sighs before hanging herself half off the table despite her clear interest. She couldn’t let Dustin find out he had gotten her attention.

“Because Lucas is black, so Max and I and Lucas were hiding at his house- for unrelated reasons, and Steve had to fight Billy or Billy was gonna kill Lucas.”

Robin sits up so quickly she almost throws up.

“It wasn’t good. Billy slammed his head in the ground a lot and hit him with a plate. We thought Steve was dead but then Max drugged Billy so we got out all right.” Robin isn't even able to process that information before Dustin is walking out the backdoor that leads to the theater. “I don’t even think Steve went to the hospital after.”

It’s that last line that makes Robin look just a little bit harder, later in that day, when Steve’s hand is trembling too much for him to write on the chalkboard.

And that faint fascination that Robin had previously had on King Steve quickly hopped like a flea on to Scoops Steve.

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There are many things that Robin knew about Scoops Ahoy Steve.

She knew he had a favorite scooper- one that was just a little larger than the rest, with a different type of handle. Easier to hold, he said.

She knew he couldn’t read what was on the menu, and that when she made him write their Scoop Of The Day on the chalkboard, the words didn’t always make sense (sometimes there wouldn't even be letters, just scribbles).

She knew he couldn’t charm a girl to save his life, and sometimes when he spoke, the words didn’t make sense. She knew that sometimes his hands couldn't grab things (usually only for a minute at a time) and he liked to stare into space until she had to wack him upside the head.

She also knew that Scoops Steve was very likely her best friend. Robin of a few months ago would have rioted at the very thought. But he was funny, and really nice, if a little confusing sometimes. He loved his little gremlin children and let her talk about her favorite interests that no one else was interested in (like zoonotic diseases, the differences in grammar structures in certain languages, and the central nervous system)

Like Dustin said; A little dumb, slow on the uptake, but kind.

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Robin knows a lot about Steve Harrington. Things that she knows no one else knows.

She knows that he purposefully harassed the Russian guards so they would beat him instead of her. She knows he spent his senior year fighting monsters, probably also did it before that. She knows that for all that confidence Steve exudes, he is achingly lonely. She knows that despite Steve not knowing anything about the queer community, his first instinct isn’t to belittle her, but to crack jokes to make her laugh. Even high off his ass, his immediate response was to try and make her feel better. The popular, rich, straight white guy treated her better in that moment than anyone else she had ever met.

Most of all, she knows what it feels like to lay bleeding in an underground Russian bunker and believe, if only for a second, that Steve is dead.

1986, Family Video, before Vecna.

Robin grabbed a Terry’s Bitz bar from the candy section up front and tore into it. She hadn’t been able to eat at school. Every once in a while she would somehow get reminded of the Russian elevators and all that untapped trauma would leak out of her. Steve was, at this point, her emotional support human, and she really wished he hadn’t graduated, just like that guy Eddie Munson in her band class. She doubted she would ever get to talk to that one, though.

She could hear Steve mumbling where the fuck am I? At the register before turning around and ducking under the register to grab at a fallen tape.

“That one goes in the aisle with the pink stickers.” Robin reminds him. She had put small colorful stickers on each row of shelves because Steve had a hard time distinguishing what she wanted if she just said aisle three.

Steve stared into space for a moment before nodding and walking that way with the tape, his left hand making a fist, relaxing, making a fist again.

As always, Robin follows Steve around even when she isn't scheduled to work that day. It just means she gets to hang out with her best friend and laugh at him when he has to organize shelves by himself, taunting him about her Freedom. She does her biology homework behind the counter, staring at a map of the musculoskeletal system.

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There are a lot of differences between Scoops Ahoy Steve and Family Video Steve.

Scoops Ahoy Steve couldn’t write legible sometimes, maybe 2 times a week. Family Video Steve couldn't write anything legible sometimes too, but five times a week instead of 2. Robin knows because she’s counted.

Scoops Ahoy Steve didn’t get migraines (only headaches). Family Video Steve did. Scoops Ahoy Steve didn't throw up three times a week the way Family Video Steve did. Scoops Ahoy Steve didn't see the need to join Robin’s Yoga class offers the way Family Video Steve very easily caved into it.

Don’t get her wrong- there are good differences, too. Family Video Steve will casually joke about her stealing his dates in a way Scoops Ahoy Steve didn't. Family Video Steve shared secrets with her, was more patient, acted less like a mom and more like an annoyed brother. Family Video Steve could admit he had a massive crush on the guy that ran the Hellfire club, who he's never talked to since he only sees him when he picks Dustin up (and of course, pretends to hate him). Family Video Steve, somehow, was even more of a best friend than Scoops Ahoy Steve.

And Robin was a people watcher. That faint fascination she had taken to King Steve was now focused full-fledged on Family Video Steve. Her best friend. Her favorite person in the world, who sometimes forgot where he was, sometimes had bouts of confusing emotions he didn’t know how to deal with, moments where he struggled getting words past his lips, and trembling hands and legs that sometimes made him drop the tapes he organized at Family Video.

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I tried to get Steve to help me with my math homework, she had heard Dustin say. but I don’t know what this says.

You could have asked me, doofus. Steve can’t write for shit. Was Erica's reply.

Robin knows that they don’t know that Steve heard them. This is also how she knows that it must be a bad day. Steve can write, she’s seen him do it, it’s just hard on other days. And his emotions can make things worse. She knows it’s going to be a bad day not because of Steve’s writing, but because she knows he heard Dustin and Erica say it.

Robin was a people watcher. She knows that Steve’s picked up on whatever it is that changed him. Maybe he hadn’t, before the Russians, but she did. She knew him before the illegal drugs and head trauma that changed Scoops Steve to Family Video Steve. When she looked back, and remembered King Steve, even more differences were apparent.

Despite the party’s claim that they were all baby geniuses, none of them have picked up on it. It didn’t make sense. But then Robin tried to think harder, use her deduction skills.

Steve had protected these kids for years. They called him their mother. Children often can’t find fault with their parents. Sure, the party was old enough to start seeing it, but trauma can affect young minds in really confusing ways. It was very possible that the upside down had hurt their little group of freshmen (and Erica) in ways they couldn’t see. OCase in point- their protector, Steve, was different now. It’s possible they were, deep down, afraid of what it would mean if there was more change added to their traumatically changing lives. Steve was a pillar to them. More of a hero of stories than man.

So she tries to give them a pass. She really does. But she sees the look on Steve’s face when Dustin says it. Steve would never admit it, but Dustin and Erica were his favorites. Robin knew that what they thought mattered more than anything. Anyone else making jabs at Steve’s intelligence washed off him like he was covered in healthy duck feathers. And Steve wasn’t an idiot the way they thought he was. Your ability to hand-write or speak didnt dicacte your intelligence. They were just teenagers who hadn’t been taught that yet.

Dustin and Erica weren’t inherently malicious. She knew they weren’t. She would just have to find a way to show the party that Steve wasn’t an idiot.

Of course, only three days later, a cheerleader dies in a drug dealer's basement, and her whole world is torn apart.

1986, Borders Book Store, after Vecna.

Robin couldn’t take it anymore. On her day off, she rushes to the library, which had very narrowly escaped the Vecna-induced earthquake. It had taken 2 weeks to kill him properly, but they had done it. That didn’t mean the town was allowed to quickly forget, though.

Luckily for Robin and Steve, so many people moved away that there were multiple job casings still open. This was good because Steve got fired 2 times and whenever Steve got fired, Robin left too. Despite his very clear pros (like being a chick magnet) other places of employment didn’t fit him.

Anyways. Robin checks herself into the cramped biological sciences section. She takes out a list of symptoms written on ratted yellow lined paper from her back pocket, and she starts to read.

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“What?" Steve replies, later, when she comes to him with an improvised list and a stolen library textbook.

“Please, just listen.” She begged. They were on the floor, behind the counter of their current workplace. Sometimes if the streetlights were flashing, they’d get too scared to go home and just spend the night here. “It explains everything.”

“I can't- no, Robin.” He crossed his arms, then held himself in a tiny ball. His shoulders hunched in on themselves. “I know what a seizure looks like.” He whispered.

“You know what one type of seizure looks like.” Is Robin’s rebuttal. “There are so many different kinds.”

Steve swallowed hard once, twice, his left hand clenched and unclenched a few times. He nods, and lets her open the book.

And öh, but of course, Sources

Steve’s favorite food being bananas comes from this site, sometimes bananas help with epileptic seizures https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC5855373/

Some of Steve’s symptoms come from here https://www.mayoclinic.org/diseases-conditions/seizure/symptoms-causes/syc-20365711

Some tips for what to do when someone has a seizure https://www.nationwidechildrens.org/conditions/seizure-care

One of Robin’s special interests is the central nervous system, which houses the brain, which is typically where seizures come from/originate. https://kidshealth.org/en/teens/brain-nervous-system.html

80’s Candy references, I cant promise you these were available in Indiana so just ignore that if they weren’t https://www.eightieskids.com/greatest-chocolate-bars-1980s/5

Steve’s spasms in his hands during seizures are caused by the connection of the brain to the musculoskeletal system, https://my.clevelandclinic.org/health/diseases/14526-musculoskeletal-pain

Steve self-rehabilitates himself with Yoga, it's a recommended exercise use for seizure patients https://lonestarneurology.net/blog/physical-activity-in-epilepsy/

I don’t know how libraries work since I’ve never been to one so if there’s inaccuracies, ignore it

And of course, If my interpretation of a focal seizure is inaccurate, I do apologize. this one was a bit more general in the 'brain damage' section, though.

#steddie #steddie if you squint #its like one line #platonic stobin #stobin friendship #steve and robin are platonic soulmates #robin buckley #steve harrington #steve has seizures #focal seizures #plot bunny #friendship #this is my emotional support bimbo and his emotional support lesbian attack dog #codependent stobin #robin and steve #steve has brain damage #stranger things vol 1 #stranger things s4 #stranger things

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obligitory-fma-blog · 7 months

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I watched the second fma Netflix adaptation. Here’s the best of my notes:

They had the whole fma original soundtrack to use for this movie and tHEY DIDNT??

Purification arts of Xing?? Just call it Alcehestry like they do in the show?? (No I didn’t spell it right I was noting stuff as I went and didn’t look it up)

Okay the weird pause before Lan Fan pulled out the smoke bomb…

ITS AN ACTUAL BOMB?????

Lots of weird pauses and slow-mo’s to mimic anime fights but it reads weird as live action and I don’t like it

HUGHES THANK FUCK PLEASE MAKE THIS LESS WEIRD

Wtf never mind hi envy with your shit ass wig (I forgot they killed off Hughes in the first one 😭😭)

LAN FAN BODIED HIM LMAO

Ed really be like “you do you ig”

“Yeah people exploding today!” Is my favorite line so far. (English Captions with Japanese audio; this was the train hijacker guy from fma 03)

Ed’s expression when Mustang shows up is the most in character thing I will say that (after train stuff)

I will say they did better on characterization this time around I feel like they’re close to the actual characters

But it’s hard to get close to them since they aren’t, well, animated characters. Trying not to judge too harshly.

Not terrible so far actually

Okay nevermind about the cgi WHAT IS WITH XIAOMEI

“I mean, we’re just some decent human beings.” -Ed who wanted to leave Mei behind

GO OFF MEI YEAHHHH TELL HIM THE BITCH

Okay we’re gonna have a really awkward explosion-over-short moment that just will not work because it isn’t animated

GIRLIE ARE YOU HAVING A SEIZURE

Mei being a bitch back is warranted

They be running

“You’ll never catch me, tiny rice man!” -Mei (rice man?)

The dialogue being altered where Ed says he doesn’t have a god to pray to before scar kills him bothers me

I like Alphonse’s movements on the ground when he’s incapacitated, I think the cgi works well there

Hi Mustang good on you for saving your pseudo sons

Riza with the side eye lmao

The slowmo’s again like hello

ARMSTRONG HIIIII You look really fuckin weird tho But HIIIIII

Okay the flexing I can do without thanks it looks weird

Yes Breda why is he shirtless

The red eyes don’t look good either. (For scar)

N ow see why wouldn’t you put in a leitmotif for the brothers theme in this scene with Ed and Al and instead just put in sad piano that sounds vaguely similar to it

WHERES THE LINE ABOUT THEM BEING BROKEN BUT ALIVE WHY WOULD YOU CHANGE THAT

Riza being the best and putting her coat over Ed >>>>

Mustang go comfort your son’s PLEASE

Okay just ignore that I’m on the found family train

Girlie that looked like a bad PowerPoint presentation WHY WOULD YOU DO IT LIKE THAT?? (The part where the officer shot the ishvallen child)

Gluttony… hi… again…. Can’t wait for your cgi…. (It didn’t look as bad tbh)

Sorry but with the military uniform off and just the white collared shirt he looks LIKE A DAD LIKE CMON (Mustang)

“You’ve grown… at least I think.” -Hoenhiem, observational genius

“I think I like this scene better than canon a bit actually? Cause Ed gets to express his emotions more than just calling him a bastard

Okay Hoenhiem just ignore him??

Uh oh they have to walk back together

“Our hair matches :D” -Hoenhiem

Ed immediately takes his out of the ponytail

Im not gonna lie I chuckled at that

Also I love seeing Ed with his hair down we don’t get enough of that

“stop following me” -Ed

“we’re going to the same place? 😥” -Hoenhiem

Okay we’re talking about Xerxes instead of Ed and Al’s mom or…?

And the bitch is gone

YOURE GOING TO XERXES WITH AUTOMAIL YOU DUMBASS YOURE GONNA OVERHEAT

Ooooo love the look of Xerxes ruins

Awwww Winry’s parents :D we get more of them

They’re gonna die tho and I hate that :(

This is gonna be so hard wrenching actually-

GIRL IM GONNA CRY

5 minutes into Central and you’re already causing trouble, good job Ed

Al I feel like has the weakest characterization so far in this adaptation he’s just reacting to stuff rather than doing stuff as far as I’ve seen

Scar when Winry is having a breakdown🧍

Ruhroh Winry’s got a gun

Okay the slowmo makes more sense here

Ed saves the day :D

Also we finally see scars brother after getting no context on him

Good acting on Lan Fan’s part

Also why is this calling her Ran Fan? Is that a dub thing (they called Ling “Lin” but this was all in the captions so I’m confused)

“King Bradley is a Homonculus” very serious Ling “hUh.” -Ed

Any Mustang and Hughes content is good Mustang and Hughes content I don’t make the rules

Also it’s good they didn’t change the layout of Riza’s explanation montage for Ishval because it works really well in canon and translated pretty well to live action

Riza and Roy’s speeches near the end >>>

Oh great the bros are gonna try and catch scar alone this can only end well

Well they definitely didn’t catch him

WINRY HOW TF ARE YOU HERE??

MUSTANG WHY TF ARE YOU HERE???

Oh hi Riza :D

Mustang’s like “let ur gf speak to him if she wants like damn”

Ed’s like “bb girl if he says anything shitty I’ll fight for you”

WINRY GIRLBOSS LUV HER

“Hell no I don’t forgive you for shit, but I’m gonna patch you up anyway.” -Winry

Okay cool message, someone must endure pain if it means they can prevent further suffering and cycles of violence

Uh oh Gluttony escaped

He be runnin

YEAH ED AND AL SAVE UR DAD

YEAH SCAR SAVE WINRY

YEAHHHHHH

“Wait I won’t leave you behind” MUSTANG BEING A DAD AHEGWIWNWN

“Colonel your fight is elsewhere” SCREAMING

Oh hi envy

ED SAVINF LING

and they got eaten lmao

Yay we’re all trapped in Gluttony’s stomach :D

Envy is so cynical what a bitch lol

“Tf is a portal of truth 🧍” -Ling

Oh great we’re gonna get cgi envy this will go well right?

Could be worse but

Conclusion: it was okay. There were parts I genuinely liked. There are things that also bug me to no end. The soundtrack from the original series would’ve fit way better and a lot of times it sounded like an off brand marvel track. Acting and cgi was a lot better (at times.) An improvement on the first one, and a semi-worthwhile watch if you have nothing else to do and you like fma. Cannot and will never be a substitute for the original obviously. Seems like less of a cash grab and more of a genuine effort this time which I appreciate. Overall? 6.5/10

(Lemme know if y’all want my full notes version because it has way more of me screaming and being goofy)

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ceristhedivine · 4 months

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DC Headcanon: Raven has Mirror Touch Synesthesia. It's just a sub physical factor of her empathic abilities. You could hardly notice a difference.

[NOTE: Mirror Touch Synesthesia is a rare sensory condition, where you may experience the feelings of people you observe, such as emotions and physical pain. Etc. You see someone having a seizure, you mimic the experience while not really having one. Some cases also involve feeling sensations from a television too.

I recommend watching Chicago Med, episode "Mirror Mirror". Good show. Shows better examples than what I could type, lol!]

#dc comics #for fun #dc community #raven teen titans #raven roth #raven #raven dc #dc characters #dc headcanon #new teen titans #teen titans

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artistryevie · 5 months

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Happy Epilepsy Awareness month! [2023]

Happy Epilepsy Awareness Month 2023!

For those who don't know what Epilepsy is, it's a chronic condition that affect people and their daily lives. It also affects the human brain by the disruption from the normal electrodes, can come in from pseudo Epilepsy (Which mimics the seizure from high amounts of stress, not recorded as Epilepsy activity in an EEG, but still causes it such as low blood sugar, anxiety, etc, rather than electrical brain activity.).

This chronic condition can come from development in childhood sometimes by head injuries, genetics, along with some other causes. Seizures are also deadly to humans and animals no matter what type they have, it is considered dangerous. (Complex partial, grandmal, absent, and drop seizures) are really deadly depending on the circumstances and the environment around them. It CAN also a disability to not only children, but in adults as well, since it affects daily life, needs to be monitored by peers, or in some cases forget or have cognitive delays.

I have Epilepsy which is complex partial on the left side of my brain that could also be generalized. I have both Epileptic and Non-Epileptic Seizures, and while the Epileptic ones are mostly under controlled, the Non-Epileptic seizures are more harder to control due to my anxiety, stress, depression, and emotions. I have mostly Absent seizures, and due to to the condition, have a little bit of some cognitive delays from childhood.

For Those out there who are struggling, they are not alone and there is others who have different experiences fighting their battles.

Speedpaint: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QMDfExbubo4

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puffles · 14 days

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Finished Serious Weakness, I think it'll resonate with a certain type of horror fiend. Or autists mobbed by the horrors of ableist society and can stomach dark yaoi. Probably shouldnt read this post if you cant stomach dark

Not very funnee running commentary below

Could HRT Have Saved Trianon? No, But At Least He Will Have Smooth Delightful Baby Skin.

Attacked by Ableism: Is it worse than having Autism Sangwoo abusing you?

The aquarium scene reminds me of the Adam Raki movie where they have the annoying autism caricature and a woman trying to fix the guy but in the end it doesn't work out. Hair-pulling shit

Ok this was funny as fuck

Sometimes I want to grab Trianon and shake him wondering why he can't be as functioning as me (this is untrue u can never function in Society™️)

Homoero-autism is the new cool fangled thing. Out of the two self published school shooting stories, this definitely is better. Mostly because it wasn't written by a teenager

A SERIOUS weakness even!!! Hahahahahah!!!!

AHAKNSEN GIRLYPOP ASKING FOR HELP IN A COMPETITIBE SHOOTER GAME 😨😭

I want to wiggle Insul around because he's such a desperate needy pathetic little bugger

I always craved like an evil autism x evil autism hannibal but a lot of the fanfics were too overly dramatic about the nature of killing (and too many references to classics that I don't get the beauty of) so I very much prefer the destruction urge Insul has

G*MER DESTROYED!!!!!!! We live in a society

Honestly Insul is so fucking funny but I am shaking my head seriously because i cannot stan this problematic fudanshi

Oh that's a really good depiction of a traumatic experience. I don't have a singular traumapoint so I can't compare how realistic it is, but it does execute the visceral fear and dissociation through text really well, down to the structure.

I will someday draw parallels to every single media on the serious weaknesscore recs in my private discord message groups, but today I am too tired to recall all of them. I have read all of them though. I think the closest yaoi manga to the weird caretaker shit would be this one where it involved a guy with seizures taking advantage of another guy because of "guilt" but it turns out the caretaker was killing people and then cue regular goreing of the seizureman and all. It's called Feeding Lamb by Masumi Nishin

I liked the story 😃 I mean I like all of Porpentine works for the most part but there's aspects I really connected to with the whole conformity stuff and mentally wishing to laserbeam people who dont get it.

I like the f/f version because I want sick twisted f/f that the people always speak of but never fucking exists. I can piss better than Tri my peehole shoots at forces that mimics a penis at a urinal

#serious weakness

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smoothestjazz · 5 months

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The Food and Drug Administration is warning people not to buy a liquid form of tianeptine, an unapproved substance known as “gas station heroin,” after some users reported being hospitalized and having seizures after drinking it. The Nov. 21 warning tells consumers not to buy or ingest Neptune’s Fix, a brand of tiapentine that sells 10-milliliter bottles and pills and is sold in gas stations, smoke shops, and convenience stores across the country. Although online dosing instructions say to use a few drops of the liquid, some users take the entire bottle in one shot.

Because there’s not much awareness about tianeptine in the medical community, users turn online for advice and support. John, a former tianeptine user who moderates the r/quittingtianeptine subreddit, said there’s been an increase in people posting about passing out and being hospitalized after taking Neptune’s Fix in the last few months. One of the posts, titled “Neptune’s Fix almost killed me,” shows a man in a hospital bed hooked up to a ventilator. He said he immediately became disoriented after drinking a bottle, drove home, and then woke up 11 hours later in hospital.

I don't know if you need to hear this but please for the love of god don't buy and take this stuff

#mp #insane country that can't regulate snake oil

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auroragehenna · 7 months

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AI-less Whumptober

Day 8 Panic attacks, dissociation, seizure

TW/CW: Trauma trigger, dehumanization? Somewhat? Special whumper x whumpee dynamic, brief mention of death Word count: 1083 words

Another tavern. Another room and another night without privacy. For the millionth time on their journey Tierney wished her master curse would work faster and the woman would just drop dead.

“Oh stop glaring daggers and settle down, I’m tired.”, Zestia said, noticing the Tiefling’s gaze and rolling her own eyes.

Tierney whispered an elvish insult under her breath as she turned around to take off her bags and Armor.

Not quiet enough.

“What did you say?!”, she heard Zestia’ voice from behind her, she sounded out of breath.

Tierney turned around, confused. And then she saw that Zestia had her hand on her rapier. She made a few quick steps back and went for her own dagger. But it wasn’t there. Of course. That damn hypnosis! So she went into defensive stance instead. But something was weird, Zestia wasn’t mad. She didn’t want to attack. She was...scared. “Okay what is going on?”

“What did you say?”

“My…My insult?”

“Yes! How do you know that!?”

“My father taught me.”

“Your father was an elve?!”, Zestia choked out, gripping her rapier even tighter, knuckles white. Tierney took a composed breath, she focused and replaced her pointed ears with fluffy sheep ears and tried to hide her wings and well as possible. Then she started to speak again: “Okay, deep breaths.” With careful, slow movements she put her hand into her bag and took out a bundle of bound flowers. Lavender and valerian. She stretched her hand out towards Zestia, the other one raised in innocence. “Please smell this. It’s not poison, plus you said yourself you’re immune to poison. Just please smell it, you’re having a panic attack.”

“I don’t need your fucking help!”, Zestia yelled, now shivering.

“Of course not. But smell it. It’s a nice smell either way.”, Tierney tried to convince her. But as Zestia made no sign to meet her halfway she laid the bundle on the table and walked into the corner next to the bed. Sitting on the ground. She tried to seem as little as a threat as possible.

Eventually Zestia moved out of her freeze and slowly walked to the table. “Tell me exactly what kind of plant those are!”, Zestia pressed out.

“Lavender and valerian. Both plants can assist you with calming down. Either by smelling them or by making them into a tea.”

“Why should I trust you.”

“You have better cards if I were to lie.”, Tierney argued and shrugged her shoulders. “But aside from that, you can’t.”

Zestia eyed her a bit longer but then shaking pale hands lifted up the bundle of flowers, and smelled on them. They did smell good, she had to admit. And she didn’t notice anything off. But she definitely didn’t feel calm yet.

“Can I help you now?”, Tierney asked from her corner.

Zestia grumbled but she really wanted to stop panicking. She hated this. All of this. But it would be fine. The Tiefling wouldn’t survive anyway and what she witnessed would die with her. “Fine. But one wrong move and…”

“Sure.”, Tierney answered, getting up and walking towards Zestia. “Okay, my advice would be; sit down. What do you think of that?”

“I don’t like it.”, Zestia answered.

“Okay. Then scratch that. But you’re still hyperventilating. Try to match your breathing to mine, okay? Breathe in for four, hold for seven and then exhale for eight. With me, come on.”, Tierney instructed

Zestia tried to mimic the breathing exercise and noticed that blessedly the light-headedness did grow smaller. “Okay, what’s next?”, Zestia asked, to her displeasure it sounded way less imperious than planned.

“I need you to focus on me whether I want that or not and tell me what animals you see, okay?”

“Uhm, okay?”

For the next few minutes Tierney played her malfunctioning wildshape ability and transformed multiple parts of her body into animal parts. Zestia guessed most of them correct, the snake parts the fastest, and she could feel that she was relaxing a bit more. Now I need you to look at my eyes and not at our hands and feel. Same spiel.

And Zestia did, she felt all the weird textures the Tiefling’s hand turned into. Skin, fur, and scales. Her lip twitched a bit as she felt the scales of snakes gliding under her fingers.

“Can you smell the flowers again?”, Tierney asked and Zestia did.

“Now tell me something positive, whatever it is, that comes to mind first.” I hate my life.

“Something positive…”, Zestia scoffed.

“Yes. Can be anything.”

“I…enjoy being on top of rooftops and playing my lyre. Seeing people slow down and listen.”

“Do you wanna do that now? Or just play in here?”

“I think I can do that.”, Zestia agreed.

“Great, proud of you.”, Tierney said, walked to the bed and let herself flop on it. Shortly after she heard music filling the room. She pulled her legs up to her torso and covered herself with her wing. Then she listened to the music trying to drown her thoughts in it. People always give what they need.

Eventually Zestia walked over to the bed and sat down on it. The Tiefling flinched. Zestia wanted to smile at it but right now she wasn’t in the mood. “Hey, do you have a melody you’d like me to play?”

Tierney held her breath, then she sat up and looked at Zestia. Inquiringly. “I only have a song from my past. From a dear friend. But I don’t want this to be connected to you.”

Zestia nodded awkwardly.

“But thank you for asking. I actually like how you play.”, Tierney admitted. Surprised at herself.

Zestia laughed a little in response: “The irony.”

“Why”

“Because I use the torments I bring upon others for my inspiration.”

Tierney raised her eyebrows and pressed her lips together. She tried to ignore it but then had a better idea. “Then play me mine.”, she demanded.

“What?”, Zestia asked, visibly bewildered.

“Play me mine.”, Tierney insisted.

“Uhm. Alright.”, she eventually agreed and started playing the first notes of the melody. Somehow the sharpest tunes didn’t feel right. And when she looked over the next time the Tiefling had fallen asleep.

Taglist: @yourlocalgaefae33, @princessofhe11 (Zestia is her DnD chararacter), @imnotamurdereripromise

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peppermint-rat · 2 years

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I forgot that it's Functional Neurological Disorder awareness month until the last minute but I'll say a blurb anyway

FND is a Mysterious Ailment that does not show up on medical scans and doctors still to this day can't agree on what causes it. Stress? Childhood trauma? Maybe, but not always, so probably not (like any good ailment it was also diagnosed as hysteria until frighteningly recently). "Functional" does not mean "your brain is funny but you function normally", it means the disorder affects your neurological functions.

This causes a whole rainbow of wack-ass symptoms. My most significant are Persistent Postural-Perceptual Dizziness (looking at moving things makes my brain turn into wet sand), fatigue, disordered gait (real-life QWOP), twitching/jerking, and functional seizures (which again doesn't mean 'seizure but still functional', it means a neurological attack that closely mimics a seizure, what with the violent convulsions. I am still fully conscious for them though so it's a ride).

There's no known cure or even treatment since the disorder is made out of goddamn smoke. The best you can do is have a good sense of humor about it. Such as referring to your tics and thrashing as wiggles or seeing the Clickers from The Last of Us walk and going "haha that's me"

The bad stretches come and go. It's manageable in the good times and incapacitating in the bad. My worst experience with it so far was having a functional seizure at the grocery store and having to ask for help while also yelling "DON'T CALL 911, I'LL BE FINE" at distressed onlookers. A manager was nice enough to help me into a back room where I could ride it out, and then help me get a cab home.

FND is supposedly common but I'd never heard about it until I was diagnosed, and I've never seen it mentioned anywhere else apart from specific groups and tags online. It would be nice if more people knew about it. Even though we might never understand the cause, we can at least understand the kind of accomodations people with FND might need. If everyone at the grocery store knew and understood FND, maybe I wouldn't have had to maneuver such a dramatic scene in order to get help.

Another great and important thing to remember: FND, while mysterious, is a very real thing and people suffering from it are NOT faking it. It's not a mental illness. Fucking seethed a while ago while perusing available info on FND on some random site and saw "People with this condition are not purposefully faking their symptoms". They're not faking them at all! The symptoms are 100% physically real! It's like they saw someone having a functional seizure and went "Well it's not epilepsy so clearly nothing is wrong here". I'd like everyone who has ever thought this to try feeling like they're being electrocuted from the brain down for a couple minutes and see how fake they still think it is.

So. Go forth and hug your local FND-haver (and hug tight because they might accidentally wriggle our of your arms like a fish).

#fnd #functional neurological disorder #fnd awareness #awareness #chronically ill #chronic illness #disability #disabled #functional seizures

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digital-corruption · 2 years

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Unrecognisable Part 35

The next morning, I was woken up abruptly to Jake throwing our bag onto the bed, nearly giving me a heart attack.

“Pack everything you can! We leave now!” he ordered before leaving the room again.

Acting on instinct, I pushed myself to get out of bed, fighting off the dizziness that resulted from getting up too quickly. I slipped my pants on over my panties, threw on my hoodie, and shoved everything else I could find into our bag. Thankfully, we weren’t the tidiest of people and it was all just sprawled in one corner of the room so sweeping it all back up was relatively easy. I went into the bathroom and swept everything off the vanity and into the bag. Satisfied I had everything I could think of, I went to find Jake in the apartment’s foyer. He already had his laptop packed up but was busy wiping his history from the desktop.

“We leave via the fire escape,” he commented.

“You mean the stairs?” I asked.

“Yes,” he responded, annoyed that I would question him.

“That’s like a hundred flights!” I pointed out.

“That’s the price we pay for the luxury we enjoyed,” he sighed. “Ok, I’m done.”

Jake grabbed his backpack and led the way out the apartment to the fire stairs. As we went through, I heard the elevator ping followed by the doors opening. Quickly we ran down the stairs, one flight after another, without looking back. It became so tedious after the first 5 or so floors. Sure, the tower wasn’t actually 100 floors, but at 65 storeys, it sure as hell felt like it.

At about the tenth floor, we heard commotion at the bottom of the stairs. Jake pushed us back against the wall and motioned for me to be quiet while we waited. There were voices for a few minutes, but then silence again. Jake gestured for me to stay quiet as we slowly started down the stairs again. When we reached the third floor, he pressed gently on the door lever to make as little noise as possible as the door opened. As soon as we exited the stairs onto the third floor, Jake cautiously closed it behind us, making sure the latch didn’t even make an audible sound.

Jake sighed, “Security will be watching the ground floor.”

“What do we do?” I stressed.

“Give me a moment,” he pulled out his phone to look at the schematics of the building.

Suddenly the elevator beeped. We kept our heads low while pretending to be occupied looking at our phones as two men in grey coveralls and caps bearing the logo of a plumbing business exited the elevator. Carrying a tool case each, they passed us without even giving us a second look. We watched as they went down the hallway towards an apartment at the end. The fact that their coveralls and caps covered nearly their entire appearance wasn’t lost on us. We looked at each other and exchanged knowing glances. It was clear that it was my time to shine again. I stepped out into the middle of the hall and pretended to collapse, putting on my best fake fainting performance.

“Help! She’s having a seizure!” Jake emphasised while glaring at me as apparently my fainting act wasn’t enough.

I started shaking to mimic a seizure as best as I could, which was actually quite strenuous to do nonstop. Jake behaved as if he was trying to hold by head gently. After a moment, the older of the two plumbers came over and said something in German. Jake responded, but even I could tell he was trying to fake not knowing German. He was not nearly as clear as he usually was and some sounds he flat out bastardised. In fact, the only way I could describe it was as if he was trying to imitate an American attempting to speak German. I tried my hardest not to feel insulted by that.

The older of the two plumbers squatted down to hold my ankles. Jake yelled at the younger plumber and had him swap places. The younger one looked at me uncomfortably while I was still trying to fake the seizure as best as I could. Jake moved away and pretended to be looking for my medicine, but while the two were distracted, he grabbed a wrench from one of their toolboxes and hit the younger plumber on the back of the head, then the older one before he could react. The sound of the metal tool hitting their heads resonated so much in the quiet hallway that I was actually afraid he hit them too hard.

“Please tell me you didn’t kill them!” I exclaimed as I got up off the ground.

“They’ll be fine,” Jake seemed offended that I would suggest they weren’t. “Help me carry them over to that maintenance closet!”

Glancing to the right, I saw the maintenance closet he was referring to. He grabbed the older one by the shoulders and I held his ankles as we carried him into the small maintenance closet. Then we went back and grabbed the younger one quickly. Hastily in the closet we pulled off their work boots and coveralls, leaving them in their undershirts and briefs. Without wasting any time, we both put a set of coveralls on each. We even packed our sneakers away into the backpack and put on the work boots. Then, before exiting the closet, Jake shoved a cap on my head before putting the other on himself.

“Grab a toolbox as well!” Jake instructed.

Heading back towards the elevators, we each picked up a toolbox, acting as natural as we could. Thankfully no seemed to have heard us and the hallway remained empty. While we waited for the elevator, I adjusted my cap so it fit better.

“Do you think this will actually work?” I whispered.

“Only one way to find out,” he chortled.

I turned to him, “You’re feeling that confident in our plan?”

“I find it’s easier not to think about how ridiculous it sounds and just live in the moment,” he advised just before the elevator doors opened.

We stepped into the lift, now very much aware that we were likely being watched on the CCTV, so we kept our distance and tried to act casual.

“I don’t know how you do it,” Jake spoke up suddenly. “But you somehow make that uniform look hot on you.”

I had to bite my lip to keep my cool, “I’m pretty sure it doesn’t matter what I wear, you’ll be busy undressing me in your mind.”

“True,” he admitted. “Actually no, there’s one thing I couldn’t stand to see you wear.”

“What’s that?” I asked with curiosity.

“A chastity belt,” he responded with a straight face.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head while trying my hardest not to laugh. I knew he was just trying to get me to relax, but he was still being cheekily cute. The doors opened again. We lowered our heads and walked past security. They glanced at our uniforms then waved us on. One of them was on the phone with police while the other was speaking to an older woman who appeared to be a professional cleaner. She was distraught and waving her arms frantically around. Knowing what she saw probably saw in that apartment, I couldn’t blame her.

We exited the front of the building, walking past the same teenage valet as the other day. Thankfully he didn’t recognise us. I noticed a van parked on the side of the road with the same plumbing company logo as the one we wore on our backs. I gulped as I hadn’t thought about that. It would be pretty odd to anyone who saw us leaving if we didn't get in. Thankfully though, I heard Jake jangle keys in his hand. The timing of that was so on point that I had to wonder if he could read my mind, or at least read my panic.

We went around to the back of the van and Jake unlocked it so we could put our toolboxes and bags in. Then we went to the front and got in. As soon as my door closed, Jake turned the ignition on. The van spurted a bit, then came to life. Wasting no time, Jake drove off.

"Oh my God, I thought that only worked in movies," I exclaimed with relief.

"Real life is actually much simpler," Jake shrugged.

"What happened anyway? Why the sudden rush this morning?" I questioned.

"The owner suddenly made a change of plans and asked for his caretaker to come through to get it ready for his arrival tonight," he explained. "It is a shame though, I liked that place."

"Me too," I smiled. "So where do we go now?"

Jake sighed, "Well we don't want to go too far if we want to meet that psychologist, so we'll want to stay local, but we'll need to ditch the van in 20 minutes or so. It’ll only be a matter of time before an APB is put out. You should go get changed in the back."

"Ok, I'll do that," I nodded, then carefully climbed to the back to change.

"By the way, your acting could still use some work," Jake commented while I removed the coveralls.

"Gee thanks," I rolled my eyes. "I don't see you pretending to have a seizure."

"And what, you’d knock them out?" He teased. "It’s good to see that you're learning how to take advantage of an opportunity."

"Is that praise I hear?" I mocked as I put my sneakers back on.

"Make sure you put the wig on," he reminded me.

I pulled my wig out and lamented over the condition it was in. It took me the rest of the trip to salvage it to make it look somewhat passable.

"I don't think this wig is going to survive much longer," I commented. “I’ll need a better disguise.”

Jake didn’t respond as he was lost in thought. When he slowed down at a set of red lights, he started to mumble to himself, "We could squat in another tenancy, but it would take me time to find something reliable. Staying at a motel would be too risky right now."

"We can’t just hole up in an abandoned building?" I asked as I put my wig on.

"They don't all have power and running water," he responded.

"It doesn't need to be permanent, just some cover until we come up with a plan," I argued as I joined him in the front again. I checked my wig in the mirror and adjusted it.

"True," he conceded. "All right I'm going to pull over on the other side of the freeway. Then we'll have to travel on foot for at least a half of an hour to make sure we get enough distance from the vehicle and hit the subway."

"I love it when a plan comes together!" I said with my best impression. Jake glanced at me confused. "You know, A-team? Oh, come on, it's a famous line!"

"Ok, I'm pulling over now," he announced nonchalantly.

I shook my head in disbelief still that he didn’t know the line while he pulled the van over to the side of the road. After turning the van off, he snuck into the back to get out of his coveralls.

"What if we don't get a response?" I spoke up after a while.

"You mean from the doctor?" Jake asked.

"Yeah, like how long do we give him?" I shrugged.

"I don't know, a week maybe? Then I don’t know,” he admitted.

I sighed, “Then what? We should probably leave Colville.”

“Yes, that goes without saying. We shouldn’t risk staying in the country actually, and we can’t go back. While my colleagues aren't pleased that I had to leave our operation the way I did, they understand the heat we are under. Trying to finish things off would be too difficult now. So that sort of makes us free agents? We can go where we like, although it will be difficult to carry on in some countries. We should probably move to a country without an extradition treaty. Perhaps somewhere tropical? The Maldives maybe? Vanuatu? Unless you prefer something more urban," Jake suggested while changing.

"Tropical might be nice, but how would we get there?" I wondered.

Jake leant over my shoulder and whispered in my ear, "Don’t worry about that. I’ll always find a way.”

"I'll have to think about it then," I turned to him and smiled.

Jake smiled back and kissed my forehead, "Take your time, but don't feel it has to be permanent. If you get bored, we could always change locales."

Before I could respond, Jake opened the side door of the van and hopped out as he put his hood up. I checked my wig in the mirror one more time, then got out of the van as well. Jake closed the door behind me, then took my hand and we started walking down the street, acting as if we knew nothing of the van behind us. We were in a medium-density residential area, but given it was already after nine, most people were at work or school so it was actually fairly quiet. If it was any other day, under any other circumstances, I would’ve been any to relax and enjoy the leisurely stroll with Jake. As it was though, I couldn’t get the thought out of my head of what our next steps were. I really needed to start getting used to this nomad lifestyle.

A few blocks later, we entered a busy commercial district with stores and eateries. The smell of pastries emanating from the bakery was absolutely divine, which reminded me that I hadn’t actually eaten yet that morning. I tried to stop to check out the goods, but Jake tugged my hand to encourage me to keep walking. That’s when I noticed his attention was primarily elsewhere. I glanced over and saw a parked police car on the other side of the street. I freaked and went back to looking down at my feet while trying my hardest to remain calm. I didn’t get a chance to see if there were police officers anywhere near the car, but judging by Jake’s stiffness, there must have been at least one in the vicinity. I had no idea if we were being watched, but it certainly felt like there were eyes following us. Jake squeezed my hand as we walked up to a red crossing light.

He whispered, “We’ve been made. As soon as the light goes green, run into the subway.”

Immediately, my back stiffened. I turned my head towards him just enough so I could see in my peripheral vision any movement behind us. Sure enough two authoritative figures were walking towards us, determinedly weaving past other pedestrians to get closer, but they were still several lengths from us. If only the light would change. I started getting antsy, feeling very tempted to risk running across the road even on a red, but there were too many cars on the road for me to feel comfortable doing that. I squeezed Jake’s hand. The police were going to be on us before the lights changed. We couldn’t wait any longer, we had to change course, but he remained resilient, ignoring me tugging at his arm.

Suddenly Jake started counting, “3… 2… 1…” I realised the cars were beginning to slow down. Just as the last cars cleared in front of us, before the light changed, Jake shouted, “Go!”

We bolted across the road while the police behind us, shouting in German, struggled to get past the other pedestrians waiting on the corner. On the other side of the road, onlookers tried to get out of our way as we ran towards them. Jake was faster than me so he reached the stairs for the subway first. Leaning on the railing, he slid all the way to the bottom. Without thinking twice, I followed suit, though as I haven’t done such a stunt in a very long time, I wasn’t nearly as smooth doing it as he was. Jake looked back to make sure I was still following. I noticed a slight eyeroll at my landing. Together we weaved through the crowded station. The police continued to shout from behind, but thankfully the other people in the station were too baffled to understand what was happening. Jake took one look at the monitor to see which track would have the next train, then immediately changed direction for that platform. We were in luck that a train had just pulled in the station. However, we were unlucky because that meant there was a wave of people coming at us on the stairs and the escalator was packed. There was no way to push past them fast enough before the cops caught up to us.

Jake jumped up onto the metal divide between the stairs and escalator and ran down skillfully, which freaked people out. I followed him close behind, but I found it was far harder than it looked. Trying to keep balance and grip on the smooth, angled surface was actually quite difficult. I stumbled at the end, but thankfully Jake caught me before I fell. Quickly he then ushered us towards the doors of the subway car just as they began to close. Jake pushed me on first and he jumped on right behind, narrowly getting through before the doors closed behind him. Meanwhile the cops had just reached the bottom of the stairs and ran up to the train shouting, but the train had already started to pull away from the station. Jake cackled, stuck his tongue out and flicked them off, revelling in their failure to catch him.

I leant up against the handrail by the door, trying to catch my breath after that intense run. I couldn’t help but notice all eyes in the car were on us. By then people were starting to put two and two together. This didn't seem to bother Jake, who cupped my face and kissed me deeply in front of our frightened audience.

"You did well," he spoke softly while smirking. "That was very close."

“Except we have dozens of witnesses right now probably reporting us,” I mumbled.

Jake rolled his eyes, “Don’t worry about them.”

Jake took my hand and led me through the car to the next one. At least in the next car, no one seemed to notice. To my surprise though, Jake led us to the next car then the car after that. He stopped when we reached the end of the train.

“You’re not going to like what I’m going to say next,” Jake winced.

“What?” I looked at him, then at the back door of the train. “Oh God, no! You can’t be serious!”

“I am, it’s the only way. They’ll have cops at the next station waiting for us,” he reasoned. “It's not like we’re going to jump while the train is at full speed. That would be crazy.”

“Oh, good,” I nodded.

“We’ll jump while it’s slowing down,” he clarified.

“Is there any situation that doesn’t involve us jumping from a moving train into a dark tunnel with other moving trains?” I questioned.

“Nope,” he grinned cheekily. “Come with me if you want to live,” he teased, pulling his best attempt at a Schwarzenegger impression. “See? I do know some movie quotes.”

I rubbed my forehead in despair, “That’s it. We’re doomed.”

The train started to slow and Jake raised his brow at me smugly as he opened the rear door, “Time to go!”

As I stepped through the doorway, I took a deep breath then jumped in the dark void.

#duskwood #duskwood fanfiction #duskwood jake #duskwood jake x mc #unrecognisable fanfic

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