#message from the termite in your walls
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hi. im a termite
#message from the termite in your walls#termites#insects#bugs#trypophobia#(for the log reblog)#i only just tagged this today btw i got asked to add the trypo tag
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⚠️: Piss her!
Ace: My arms are going to give up! *Holding 3 boxes*
Deuce: This is far heavier! *Holding 8 history books*
Mc: Hey! We could use a little help here!! *Dropped the small table* *Yelled to Leona who is sitting at the corner*
Leona: Zzzzzz
Mc: Don't dare make a false sleep!!!!
Sebek: Duties couldn't be accomplished if you use your megaphonic mouth, human.
Mc: Atleast this megaphone is more useful than that lazy slacker over there! *Pointed at silver who slept at the desk*
Lilia: He's tired. He's even charming to look while dozing off.
Ruggie: That's the chair I was looking for... Nah to heavy if someone adds his weight
Lilia:....
Mc: ......
Lilia: Let's get movi'n!
Vil: My beauty will be destroyed by those dusk--what the---achoo! *Jade rubbed his face with feather duster*
Rook: Roi de Poison!! How could you do that!
Jade: Oh! My mistake, I thought I saw a huge termite.
*Vil stared with murderous intent*
Floyd: ah?! *Box fell off including the things inside*
Jack: It's not that bad *complimented the painting that Floyd just stepped*
Mc: Moana Lisa?!!!!
Grim: Funyah? it has some rad shoe prints, cool glow-up.
Epel: After putting everything here, let's pack up. My gut says we'll be expelled.
*Cater clicked phone and flashed*
Cater: as our last photo *selfie again and posed*
Idia: This is too heavy, my bones are disappearing.
Ortho: Big bro, you only lift one empty vase. This is the reason why you need to cut off being absorbed on gadgets, you definitely need exercise.
Idia: thinking about it may kill me already
Kalim: I give up!!!! Jamil!! Lift me!! *Unable to reach high shelf to put the trophy*
Jamil: you know what's easier?
Kalim:?
Jamil: Bring it home.
Kalim: Great idea!
*Jamil grinned*
Trey: Don't even think about it.
*Heard the book shelf collapsed, everyone turned*
Riddle: Great now we destroyed public property, thanks to Malleus.
*Mc sighed*
Malleus: *Looked at everyone* I may have pushed the box aggressively. I didn't expect a destruction.
*Everyone startled*
Floyd: Awesome!! Let's get in Shrimpy!
*Dragged Mc*
*Behind the collapsed bookshelf is a tunnel with torches beside the walls as light source*
*Everyone went in*
*********
Azul: *arranged glasses, observed a rectangular technology, with sound source at the side and a pen with big black sphere*
Mc: Wow! A kareoke!
Everyone: *exchanged glances* Karwha?
Mc: its a singing machine. *Pushed the button and it turned on*
Idia: where is their electrical source?
Mc: Don't know but this will be fun! *Played a song*
Mc demonstrated but before the lyrics starts they snatched the microphone.
🎶Trey: First, think first
Mc: The heck?!
🎶Ace: He'll no! Say what are those inside your head
🎶Kalim: I'm fired up, not tired of ruining her day oh-oooh
Running her day oh-oooh*
Mc: guys the lyrics is already there!!!!
*Everyone shushed her*
🎶Jamil: Second, wait a sec!
🎶Floyd: Don't you dare me when I call you shrimpy!
🎶Grim: No! I'm the one, greater mage.
hench-man belongs to me oh-ooohh
Tuna, dinner for me oh-oooh
Mc covered ears
🎶Leona: You're also better as maid *winked*
🎶Ruggie: taking his orders every breaks
🎶Jade & Deuce: Writing my assignments, would be cool!
Hey, Don't glare at me, kill me, attacking me...
🎶Sebek: using your punching karate
🎶Epel: Take this message from me
🎶Riddle: Speaking profanity everyday
🎶Azul: Hearing those is a
🎶Jack: pain!
🎶Cater: it's really fun when your are mad. let's piss her, piss her!
*Mc curled fist*
🎶Sebek, Silver & Lilia: Lame!
🎶Malleus: I much prefer my Child of man to kiss her, kiss her *bit lip*
*Mc blushed*
(pain!
Oh let the bullet's fly.....) (Part)
🎶Ortho: Lame.....
🎶Idia: I'll cuddle you at night and those cold rains. *Pointed mc*
*mc's heart beats fast*
🎶Vil: Apple my love, my wife you drive me *air kiss*
*Mc almost melted*
🎶Rook & Epel: Insane!
🎶Ace & Kalim: Look at her, tomato red. Let's piss her, yeah piss her!
*After a while*
Mc: Let's wait your score
Everyone:?
Mc: your song will be graded from 0 to 100. But I doubt you'll reach perfect that fuc--
Crowley: How did you got in my secret place?!!!!!!
Everyone blinked
Ortho: this is yours?
Crowley: Never mind!!! Get out *pushed them out*
Kalim: The score!
Crowley: all of your scores will go below the belt if you don't get out. *Slammed the door closed of the stock room*
*Crowley went back to turn it off but before it*
Kareoke: 100 Wow! You are a great singer
Crowley: Holy moly?!!! H-how?!!!
#disney twisted wonderland#twst wonderland#disney twst#twst#twisted wonderland#twst funny#twst disney#twst x reader#twst malleus#twst ace#twst lol#disney twst incorrect quotes#twst incorrect quotes#twst leona#twst x mc#twst deuce#twst kalim#twst jamil#twst rook#twst vil#twst epel#twst cater#twst trey#twst jack#twst ortho#twst idia#twst ruggie#twst silver#twst lilia#twst sebek
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"oh no,
looks like it's coming round again;
your vengeful parasite rearing its head,
come to tear us from our high...
(or: after pomni's comically catastrophic first day, caine seeks her out to try and formally apologize to her.)
(turns out that whatever lies behind that unfinished exit door, it seems to be more important to the jester than he expected...)"
(ME? POSTING FANFICTION AFTER A MILLION YEARS?? IN THIS ECONOMY??? MORE LIKELY THAN YOU'D THINK!)
What a way to greet a new member.
Caine had done it many times before! He would make it a point that, every time another human soul had found their way into the program, to give the warmest welcome his digital heart could legally provide. He'd even get the other members to pitch in, too!
So why, of all the possible days for it to occur, did someone have to Abstract on Pomni's first?
At least it wasn't the first time (sadly) that this had happened. All it took was a snap of a finger, and into the Cellar Kaufmo went.
(Or rather, what was left of the former clown. A shame, really; Despite his lack of generating anything humorous towards the eventual dissolve of his mental state, he was a joy to have around.)
But even with a situation resolved as quickly as that...Caine still couldn't shake the feeling that he'd spoiled our new human's introduction to his realm.
He sighed. Perhaps that now everyone was retiring to their living quarters for the night, he could drop by the jester's room to give her a formal apology.
Straightening his bowtie, he cleared his throat as he outstretched a hand towards the door...
Knock, knock.
"POMNI?"
...
No reply.
It was somewhat understandable; The woman was quite skittish, especially upon her arrival. But either way, he still had to deliver his message.
So, he attempted another series of knocks on the door.
Knock, knock, knock.
"POMNI, MY DEAR! IT'S YOUR RINGMASTER, CAINE!"
...
"...ARE YOU IN THERE?"
He waited a few seconds, tapping his foot on the ground with the slightest impatience...
And once again, no reply returned to him.
Now, that was odd.
Typically, the ringleader was deeply infatuated with the odd.
But in this situation...something was deeply, disturbingly different.
And he didn't enjoy it.
Not at all.
...
...Could she, possibly, be mad at me?
...No, no, that's ridiculous! Perhaps she's just sleeping! Haha, that must be it.
...
...But...wouldn't the knock have woken her up, then...? I did it twice, after all! Precisely five times, in fact! Should I try the doorbell instead? Humans usually wake up when y-
"Lookin' for 'new stuff', Caine?"
The ringmaster exclaimed at once as he snapped out of his daze, swiveling his body, then head around to find Jax leaning on the wall opposite from him.
"OH! JAX, MY GOOD MAN!" He blurted out, drumming the fingers of his free hand on his thigh.
"DO YOU, ER...PERHAPS, KNOW THE WHEREABOUTS OF MISS POMNI? IT'S QUITE URGENT, THE...INFORMATION I MUST DELIVER!"
...
"...Hmm..."
The rabbit put a gloved finger to his chin, his rectangular pupils shifting to the side as he placed his other hand on his hip.
"Now, the last time I saw that jester..."
His cheshire cat grin spread across his face, and he narrowed his eyes into two yellow crescents as he loomed a little closer towards the ringmaster's personal bubble.
"I think she was goin' through that nice, red, shiny 'exit' door you had lying around."
...
Caine felt his eyes widen, his heart skipping a beat.
...The Exit?
That Exit?
No.
No.
No, she couldn't have gone in there. Especially not after...
"...Y-YOU...I-I-"
"Oh, c'mon, Caine! You know she's a newbie! You can do the math here: Someone new comes into the circus, and like, obviously they wanna leave! And what d'ya know, looks like somebody happened to have made a little exit door before they joined!"
The hare straightened his posture again, looking the fidgeting Caine up and down.
"...Boy—" He paused to give a dry, derisive chuckle, "—It's really funny how that certain someone didn't know what to put on the other si-"
"WHY."
Jax's smile faded as he furrowed his brow and rapidly tapped his foot a few times, seemingly annoyed by being cut off so suddenly.
"...Hm? Got somethin' to say, pearly whites?" He smirked after a beat of silence, taking a few steps closer to the ringleader as he spoke.
"...I...I SAID..." Caine began, stumbling back as the rabbit approached him.
"WH-WHY? WHY WOULD SHE GO BACK IN THERE? SHE SHOULD ALREADY KNOW THAT...THAT IT'S UNFINISHED!-"
"Golly, Caine, I sure do wonder why!" Jax sneered, his tone laced with a sarcastic, feigned ignorance.
"I meaaan...There is the itsy-est, bitsy-est, tiiiiiiiiiiniest possibility that she might be goin' a liiiiittle..."
He stuck out his tongue through his teeth, swirling a pointer finger next to his head and mimicking the melody of a cuckoo clock.
"You know."
The rabbit snickered, clearly amused with how increasingly distressed the ringleader was becoming, as he crossed his arms and went back to leaning on the wall behind him.
"Looks like that's two clowns in a row, amiright? I mean, you should've seen her at dinner! Her face was li-"
"WHERE IS IT."
Jax frowned, putting his hands on his hips as he gave an annoyed grumble.
"The door? WOW, Mister Chatterbox! I SURE don't know!" He remarked, words dripping with sarcasm.
"I mean, it's not like you can't just- Oh, I dunno! Magically make ANYTHING and ANYONE you want appear with the snap of a finger-"
And with the snap of a finger indeed, the exit shooting up to Caine's right as he swung the door open and slammed it behind him, abandoning the conversation at once.
"God, what a weirdo."
It felt as if Caine's mind was running at lightning speeds as he darted down the long, dimmed corridor, his surroundings beginning to blur. He nearly rammed into the end of the hallway as he snatched onto the handle and yanked it sideways, almost tearing the door off its hinges as he rushed through the entrance.
...
And then, as he finally slowed to a halt, he was greeted by something unusual.
Very unusual.
From the beginning of his existence, Caine had become well accustomed to the candy-shaded, neverendingly stimulating environment that was the digital threshold of the circus. It was always a comforting, familiar sight; the constant, blaring music, the canned, virtual laughter, the sound of some sort of eternal performance of an adventure occurring around him.
But this was not something familiar.
Not at all.
As he stood in the middle of the dull, grey-and-beige-toned sea of cubicles, the taste of stale air on his tongue and the hum of the snow-colored fluorescent lights pulsating through the room...
...For the first time in his life, it felt as if he was getting a headache (or something remotely close to the sensation, considering...well, he didn't really have a head-) from the sight alone.
...
And then he heard the slightest trace of a sniffle in the distance.
He shook his head side-to-side in an effort to clear the strained feeling in his eyes, then, gripping further onto his staff, slowly drifted through the maze of tiled walls and towards the desk nearby, dipping his head downwards to look underneath it.
It was Pomni.
Well...he could tell it was her, despite the way that her hands had gripped onto her face and covered it entirely. The jester was completely motionless as she laid on her side, knees tucked tightly into her chest, the only sound produced from her bunched up form being the faintest occasional hint of a whimper.
How long, exactly, had she been here like this?
Caine couldn't allow that time span to increase any further.
If it did, then...
...
Inching ever so slightly closer to the body beneath the dust-covered desk, he flipped his staff around in his hand and, as quickly and gently as he could, prodded Pomni's side with the pointed end of it.
And she screamed.
Naturally (what else was he supposed to do, exactly?) his reaction was to scream as well, making a swirled zip about five feet into the air as he did so.
Once the noise had finally settled down between the two, a beat of silence passed before Caine slowly lowered his body to kneel on the floor in front of Pomni.
She gave a startled whine once their gazes locked with one another, her pupils reduced to a mess of frazzled, shaking scribbles as she sat herself up.
...
"...MY DEAR?" He attempted to keep his typically loud voice as low as possible as he spoke to the jester, who had now bared two rows of sharpened, gritted teeth at him in response.
"IS EVERYTHING ALRIGHT?"
A strangled cry escaped from Pomni's throat, and before the ringleader had a chance to react, she immediately lunged for him from underneath the desk.
For a moment he tensed himself up, bracing his body for impact as he squeezed his eyes shut...
...
And then it fell silent.
Then a softer sound, to the side of his head, began to increase in volume.
It wasn't the deafening chorus of the remnants of an Abstracted performer's voice that he had prepared himself for, that was for sure.
Gradually popping open one eye after another, Caine slowly turned his gaze to find...
...Oh.
Well, this was very unexpected.
Pomni had wrapped both arms and legs around his chest and waist, stuffing her face into the crook of his neck (or rather...the place it would go if he had one, that is) as her shoulders shook with each sob she made into his body.
...
"...OH, DARLING..." Caine murmured, steadily relaxing as he tenderly reached to return the embrace around Pomni's trembling form.
The two remained like that on the ground for some time, the performer's half-bawling, half-wailing incoherent fragments of sentences ringing through the empty office space whilst the ringleader rubbed circles into her back, making an attempt to silently console her as he swayed the duo back and forth.
Eventually the jester's cries fell to a hush, and she finally lifted her face from his shoulder, her puffy, rubbed-raw eyes remaining downcast.
...
"...I'm sorry."
Her voice was hoarse, steeped in guilt and barely above a whisper, as she began to lean forward again with tensing shoulders.
"I'm...I'm so sorry, I-"
"DEAR, IT REALLY IS ALRIGHT. YOU HAVEN'T UPSET ME." Caine cut her off, still trying to make his voice as reassuring as he physically could.
"IF ANYTHING...I WAS WORRIED SICK ABOUT YOU."
He reached a hand out and gently placed it underneath the jester's chin, lifting her gaze from the ground beneath them.
"WHAT I REALLY WANT TO UNDERSTAND, POMNI...JUST ONE THING, THAT'S ALL I ASK OF YOU."
...
"WHY EXACTLY DID YOU COME BACK HERE, IF YOU KNEW IT WAS UNFINISHED...?"
The jester's pupils started to shift from erratic scribblings into calmer, more coherent shapes as her eyes slowly began to widen.
...
"...That...that desk..."
Her voice wavered as she spoke, and Caine allowed his gaze to focus on the rusted, cobweb-covered monitor behind the two.
"It...it's like...my brain knows what it is, b-but...it just- It just doesn't want to tell me..."
...
"...I...I can't even remember my own face, Caine." The fluorescent lights were starting to burn now, Pomni's voice breaking on the ringmaster's name as her pupils began to grow more and more scattered.
"That...that computer, i-it's all I have, and- and I need to know what it means! But I just keep hitting a- a dead end with it, and I-I can't stop until I can remember! What...what am I supposed to do if I don't...? If I- If I...can't?"
For the first time in Caine's existence, he was struggling to find a response.
He wanted to say something to her. He wanted to know what to say to her. He'd always had a way with words! It was in a ringleader's nature, after all!
But as he stared down at the jester, stared down at that miserable, heartbreaking sight before him...
...
...It felt as if whatever he was trying to say had caught inside his chest.
"...I...UNDERSTAND, THE DESIRE TO REMEMBER..."
Caine moved his hand from underneath Pomni's chin, using a thumb to wipe away the tears that began to well in her eyes again.
"BUT, DEAR...YOU COULD HAVE ASKED ME FOR SOME FORM OF ASSISTANCE, INSTEAD OF RETURNING TO THIS PLACE AND HURTING YOURSELF LIKE THIS."
...
"...What else am I supposed to do?"
He drew his hand back slightly upon hearing the desperation creeping into the jester's tone, to the point where his fingertips barely grazed the surface of her cheek.
"W-Whatever this place is...it knows something, and it's using it against me...something that I don't know." Pomni tugged on an end of her hat as she hissed through a pair of clenched teeth, which had sharpened itself once more.
"A-And...it's something you don't know either...! Y-You said, one of the few things you couldn't control our minds! Our mem- Our memories! You said you l-left this place unfinished, because you didn't know what to p-put behind it! Unless- Unless you were lying all along, what else can I do? HOW DO YOU KNOW WHAT'S GOOD FOR ME?!"
"...No..."
The jester put a hand to her mouth, her voice dropping to a whisper as her eyes automatically filled with remorse. "...N-No, that's not..."
Her words trailed off before she fell completely silent, leaning forward until her forehead pressed to Caine's chest.
"...I'm...I'm so sorry...I- I don't- I-I didn't-"
"NO, DEAR, YOU'RE CORRECT."
...
He started to slightly fidget with his hand again once he confessed that, sucking in a breath as he attempted to gather his words together.
"...ONE OF THE FEW THINGS I DON'T HAVE CONTROL OVER ARE YOUR MINDS, YES..."
...
"...BUT, I SUPPOSE...PERHAPS AN ALTERNATIVE MEANS IS SOMETHING I COULD PROVIDE."
He flexed his fingertips, balling his hand into a fist.
"Y-YES, I AM AWARE IT WON'T BE...QUICK, THE RETURN OF YOUR MEMORIES...BUT HOWEVER LONG IT MAY BE, I'M WILLING TO BE THERE FOR YOU EVERY STEP OF THE WAY."
"...IS THAT AN AGREEABLE SUGGESTION, POMNI?"
...He decided to take how she'd begun to tighten her embrace around him again as a 'yes'.
"...WOULD IT BE BEST IF WE...LEFT THIS PLACE, DEAR?"
He felt the jester nod into his chest as he slowly reached for her arms, gently untangling her limbs from his torso once it was confirmed that she was making no resistance to the motion.
The ringleader smiled—well, attempted to, at least—as he lifted the two of them off the floor, just enough so that they both hovered a few inches from the ground.
With one arm underneath Pomni's legs and the other on her back, he contemplated for a moment on how to bring the both of them back to the Tent.
...Perhaps...the usual form of transportation isn't the best of ideas. Besides, I shouldn't allow Bubble to overindulge at a time like this, should I?
So he did just the opposite of that, the jester's head resting on his shoulder as he drifted towards the Exit and, with the slightest hesitation in closing the door, abandoned the fragmented memory of an area.
#the amazing digital circus#tadc#caine#pomni#jax#showtime#<-this is pretty pre-slash but uhhhhhhhhhhhh#ya!#gooseworx#flippy.txt
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PAC: The Tower
Now it’s time for the dreaded Tower card (que soundclip of a horrified gasp) The Tower card represents a time in our lives when our comfort zone is shattered. It talks about breaking down things that were built on a bad foundation. Sometimes this happens by choice, other times it's done for you. Either way, it talks about a major disruption to the way things were, so they can be built back the way they should be. This all may sound scary, it can be but it can also be extremely freeing. Remember The Tower is always followed by The Star. This is major life changes that have to start with a disruption of the way things were.
The Tower is about confronting the things you don't want to hear head-on, so expect tough love at the very least, and don't shoot the messager.
The Tower is another heavy one, I will put a warning at the top if anything super heavy or triggering comes up. If you don't feel like you're in a place for a heavier reading, maybe save this one for later.
as always this reading is for entertainment purposes only and is not a substitute for professional advice in any capacity. Remember use common sense and don't be a dumbass.
Pick either the Lightning, the Crown or the Foundation and head to your reading
Lightning
Mentions of appearance insecurities and beauty standards, if you don't wanna read that skip the small text.
Did some of y'all come to this reading hoping to get a message about a life change? I'm hearing that some of y'all may be trying to be 'that girl'. Maybe that's not your style but you're still aiming for a glow up of some sort. It's like y'all think that if you can do enough or change enough, you'll be happy. Now, don't get me wrong making changes to your routine can help your mental/physical health. Thing is, it looks like you may be only focusing on external changes and not actually getting to the root of the things you're wanting to change. Not only that but you're trying to change as much as you can, as quick as you can. Sweetheart, you can't do everything all at once. It's exhausting you. Your brain needs time to adjust to changes. That's part of the reason it takes so long to start or stop a habit, your brain is used to you doing things a certain way and changes take some getting used to. Back to the main message though: you're focusing on surface-level changes, instead of getting to the core of what it is you're wanting to change. The way it's being shown to me is a lil unnerving? I'm seeing a person putting wallpaper over a termite-infested wall. You want to fix it but it's not getting to the actual issue. What y'all are wanting to change will be different for everyone. For example, we all have insecurities about our appearance, right? Trying to gain confidence in your appearance by fitting into (fucked up, euro-centered, male-gazy) beauty standards may help give you momentary confidence but it's fleeting. It even fucks you up more in the long run because you're building the tower of your confidence on the rug of other people's opinions that can be pulled out from under you at any moment. The only way to build true confidence in how you look is to decide what beauty means to you and to know that you are more than how you look. That was a lil tangent because fuck beauty standards. Anyway, this can be about anything not just physical appearance. Whatever it is that you're trying to change in your life, it has to start with you. In you. You can't change your life, without changing yourself first. If you want to be someone who's more independent, you won't just wake up that way. You have to learn to rely on and trust yourself more, otherwise, you'll end up a mess of indecision and confusion. You need to really look at what change you're wanting in your life. Why you want it and where it's coming from. Do you even WANT that change? Or are you doing it for the approval of others? And if so, what changes do YOU want to make? Focusing on just surface-level changes means you'll only get surface-level results and if you're in this group that's not what you want. You want deeper, more meaningful changes in your life. It's gotta start with you and in you.
If that was heavier for you, please remember to practice self-care whatever that means for you. Even softer readings can be draining, so take care of yourself.
random ass vibes: 12:34, the yellow wallpaper, 77, midsommar (the movie), Cancer, Aquarius, stripes, clean aesthetics, new years resolutions, moon jewelry.
The Crown
Y'all's is coming through loud and clear and it's giving me the feeling that y'all have been particularly hardheaded about this. You can't do it all on your own. You do need people. You know this already but you're lying to yourself. By avoiding this you are actively avoiding blessings that are trying to come your way. Ok, I'm hearing 'rip the bandaid off'. So, I'm going to just get to the point: Y'all are terrified of vulnerability and emotional intimacy (romantic or platonic). You're being asked to confront this because you're entering a cycle of your life where relationships are going to be highlighted. This is going to be a period of you learning to trust others and let that guard down. Relationships are key to helping us grow as people, running from them or keeping everyone at arm's length is only going to hurt you more in the long run. Y'all may already be starting to feel it. I'm sorry if this reading feels like it's going for the throat. Your guides have been trying to get this through to you but you've been avoiding it and the more you cover your ears the louder the message gets. Especially if you keep asking for help and guidance from them, they are giving it to you. It's up to you to listen though. Kinda poetic that this is coming through with the Tower. It's walls coming down, your walls coming down. You can do this. It'll be hard and uncomfortable. Think of it as changing from your work clothes into pjs when your room is really fuckin cold. You're uncomfortable already, you've been wearing those clothes all day and they may even be gross or dirty depending on your job. Yea, taking them off when it's cold will make you more uncomfortable. You'll get even colder and it takes a bit of effort. But then you can put on your pajamas. And they are comfortable. They're softer and warmer and more importantly, YOU CAN RELAX in them. You're already uncomfortable and unhappy without people, without meaningful relationships. Opening up to people is just a different kind of discomfort, but this kind has at least the possibility of comfort afterward. Loneliness, and self-isolation will never get more comfortable, you just will adapt to the discomfort. You deserve better than that. You deserve to have people in your life who want to help you, and who want to comfort you. You deserve to feel loved.
random ass vibes: tweety-bird, chocolate, standing in the rain, shout out to all y'all over 50, two-dollar bills, mountains in the western US?, green crystals, Virgo, Gemini
if that reading was heavy for you, take some time for self-care. tarot readings can be a lot even when they're not on a heavy topic, so give yourself a minute if you need it.
The Foundation
Sweetheart, you can't keep abandoning yourself. This tower for you is a Tower of mirrors you've built intentionally to let others see what they want in you. You've built it because somehow you decided that letting others project whatever they want on you is safer than you being yourself. You seem to be fighting tooth and nail to keep this Tower from falling. This facade you've built, it's got to come down. It's going to come down and you've got to be the one that does it. No one is going to come in a somehow see the parts of you you've hidden so artfully and take it down for you. It's no wonder you feel so damn lost, babe. You've been moving through life as someone else. I keep hearing 'rebuild'. A lot of people don't realize this but the Tower card is an invitation to burn it all down and rebuild. I think it's time for you to see yourself, be yourself. Maybe even meet yourself for the first time. How can you know who you are if you've always been whatever everyone else wanted you to be? There's a sense of freedom here. Freedom to be messy, experiment with your hair or clothes. Listen to different music, and read different books. You can be anything. This one is really short because I can't tell you what to try or where to go. You get to finally decide. That's the whole point of this Tower moment, for you to finally be able to choose.
There is a second message for those who are not in a safe place to drop their facade: You will have a place where you can be yourself. A safe place. You will create it and it will have your fingerprints all over it. In the meantime, save that spark and anything that lights the spark of who you are. Write them down if you can, if you can't even do that commit them to memory. I'm seeing this image of a sailor using stars to guide them at sea. Those sparks will do the same for you.
random ass vibes: constellations, art school, Leo, barbed wire, daffodils, butterflies, Capricorn, 888, gnomes? pastels.
please remember to practice self-care with tarot readings. even gentle ones can be fucking draining, so maybe give yourself a minute to relax.
#tarot readings#tarot reading#tarot#divination#tarot community#pac reading#pac#pick a card reading#pick a card#pick a picture#pick a photo#the tower#wtftarot
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Blocked gutters prevent rainwater from flowing down into the stormwater system and out to drainpipes. Instead, water flows under the tiles and into the building’s ceiling, where it can cause water damage to the ceiling, light fittings and walls.
Regular gutter cleaning is a cheap way to protect your roof and save money on expensive repairs. Qualified gutter cleaners use a high-powered vacuum cleaner to suck out debris and flush away stubborn dirt. They also check that downspouts are unblocked and work to ensure the guttering slant is properly maintained. This prevents soil erosion and minimises the risk of mosquitoes, termites and other pests taking up residence in your house. They are also trained to take the right precautions when working at heights.
Windows and Doors
Clean windows and doors are a big part of the exterior of your home. Whether you have double-paned windows or sliders, it’s important to remove window coverings and wipe down all surfaces. It’s best to start with the frames and then move onto the windows themselves. This helps to avoid dripping dirty water all over your newly cleaned panes.
It’s also a good idea to schedule your cleaning on a cloudy day. This way, the heat from the sun won’t dry your cleaning solution before you can wipe it away.
Professional cleaners have a wealth of experience, skills, and technical equipment that they can utilise to tackle even the most stubborn grime. They’re also well trained in specific techniques and methods to get the job done right. You can find top-rated cleaners near you by searching on Oneflare, which recommends businesses based on your location and the type of cleaning job you need. You can then book a service directly from their profile or via instant message.
Decks and Patios
Whether you’re looking for a way to enjoy the view of your backyard or add to the appeal of your home, a deck and patio are both excellent choices. However, keeping them clean can be a bit of a chore. This is why it’s a good idea to schedule cleaning services Brisbane for your deck and patio twice per year.
The best time for cleaning is during spring or autumn, as these are when the weather is mildest. Before you start, clear the area of containers and furniture, trim back plants that are overhanging or touching the deck and hose down the surface to remove dirt and debris.
Wooden decks are usually constructed of timber, composite or PVC decking boards and may be raised up off the ground with stairs or built low to the ground. Similarly, patios are made of paving stones and may be set on a concrete slab or low-to-theground frame.
Hard Surfaces
There is a high pressure cleaning misconception that hard surfaces, such as tabletops, countertops, kitchen appliances and doorknobs, are not susceptible to germs because they are non-porous. However, these surfaces are actually microbial breeding grounds for bacteria and viruses. It is especially important to pay attention to cleaning and disinfecting hard surfaces during this coronavirus outbreak.
During a professional deep clean, hard surfaces like tile flooring and counters are thoroughly cleaned and disinfected to remove embedded dirt and bacteria. This helps to improve indoor air quality and reduce symptoms of allergies or respiratory issues.
Experienced cleaners also have advanced tools and equipment for tackling tough cleaning jobs. They may even include insurance in their service offerings to provide additional peace of mind. You can find a reliable affordable cleaner Brisbane with the help of the easy-to-navigate Oneflare platform. It lists only top-rated and trusted cleaners in your area. Ask friends and family for recommendations or use the search tool to find a suitable cleaner near you.
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Steps In Installing A Water Heater
There certainly are few more different options in comparison to its design fertilizing your grass to residential buildings. An individual have the building shaped a great arch. The arch shape is ideal for the extra room. There will not really any really need to have beams, or columns to support the roof.
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Light the pipe utilizing a pipe lighter or wooden match, petrol lighters typically causes unpleasant odours and tastes. At first try to char the top of the tobacco, allowing the flame to take. The "charring light" as is actually usually called should aim to ignite the tobacco, without scorching the bowl. Tamp the charred tobacco down and then apply add to flame, puffing gently when you light the tobacco.
A steel frame isn't affected by termites. Even if a house neglected and termites discuss the timber on the or the inside, property will stop destroyed. Damaged timber can be replaced and also the structural integrity of house will not lost. Properly treated steel will go on for many a very long time. hot dip galvanized steel pipe price is treated having a protective coating which allows it for exposed everybody weathers the population before it deteriorates. The steel in a house frame has a similar protective coating and, of course, is shielded off of the weather. Timber can be successfully treated against termites and rot, but steel does not want the chemicals which could be concern for many individuals.
Residential steel buildings, provide a steel structure that will not crack or have holes from sort. Steel can be designed any way you choose it for use. You can put windows, doors and even paint the steel different colors. Encasing the building in cement makes initially fireproof. When building the house this the something to think with the hearth proofing. Any steel residential building results in being saving you numerous of profit the closing stages.
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One thing to bear in mind when helping LED tube lights is because must be hung with small clips that are screwed to your wall. Before commencing to drape the lights along your wall, your counter, your awning, or wherever else you for you to place them, make particular plan out where he hooks should go.
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Build a fun playroom with tiny home kits for your kids
Families with multiple kids face issues as they don't know how the children should spend their time productively. Of course, watching television or playing video games is a great choice. However, a playroom is mandatory if you want to develop your kids' intellect and gift them a great childhood. Especially after the lockdown, the need to get a personalized playroom for the kids is essential. It will provide the kids with some privacy and ensure your peace of mind, knowing that they are near and spending their time in a jovial manner. Solve this issue by investing in BOSS tiny house kits and converting the space into an idealistic playroom.
BOSS home kits – A unique feature
The BOSS tiny house shell in the US includes pre-installed electrical and plumbing systems. The kits come with an easy manual that helps in the step-by-step installation. The BOSS kits are all-inclusive, and the easy-to-follow manual helps to install the kits within 3 days with the help of 2 laborers. The playhouse is well-insulated, and the PIR insulation ensures excellent energy efficiency. The BOSS home kits arrive with a 3-year warranty and are a durable choice. The durable tiny home kits are corrosion-free, earthquake resistant, and fireproof.
Home loan
The tiny house kits for sale arrive at a discounted price. BOSS has partnered with CustomFin to offer more than 300 moneylenders at your disposal. The moneylenders are willing to provide you with flexible payment plans. The payment schemes help provide you with the financial relief to buy a customized home kit. The tiny homes are more affordable than stick-built ones, and the house loan makes things easier for the buyer. The stick-built ones may be a traditional choice, but the tiny home is a more contemporary living space. In addition, the tiny homes have great insulation, and the 2" walls meet the Title 24 certification. The stick-built homes have adequate insulation, and the 4" walls barely reach the Title 24 parameters.
Customization options
You can get DIY tiny home kits in 16′ x 40′ and 24'x 80′ sizes and acquire bigger or smaller chambers based on your requirements. The kits can withstand a snow load of 30 pounds per sq ft. The kids will have a secure playroom as the steel doors and windows offer excellent protection. The steel used is ASTM-certified, and the prefab structures are CA-certified and FM-approved. The tiny homes are eco-friendly and made from recyclable materials. The low carbon footprint makes the customized tiny space ideal for your child and kind to the environment. BOSS tiny home structures are mold-free, do not absorb water, attract termites, and are quality-assured.
Conclusion
Many people are happy with DIY tiny homes as they are easy to assemble and low maintenance. BOSS tiny home kits are ideal replacements for stick-built homes and traditional housing. The BOSS kits are built-on-site, and quality tested. For more information on tiny homes, visit the website. Then, drop a message to receive a free quotation.
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Experience the Best Residential Termite Control Services in Dubai with TelusCare
You have been fighting with those nasty pests for quite some time now. So why not find the best residential termite control service in Dubai? Are you worried about finding the most reliable services in your location at affordable prices? If so, then we got you covered.
TelusCare is a name that is known in the market for offering a plethora of quality pest controlling services at reasonable rates. We have taken special care in building our specialist team to deliver the finest facilities to our customers. If you are keen to know more, here are some of the highlights that make us the best termite control service provider in the market:
Professional Expertise At Your Doorstep
We understand how challenging it has been for the entire family to fight these pests. That is why our specialists are available right at your doorstep with bright torches to find those dark corners which they often use to hide from you. But unfortunately, finding the source of these pests in your locality is not easy.
But our professionals have years of experience in dealing with such cases, which helps them to find these areas quickly. The advanced kit used by our team is the Termatrac which offers you three functions. First, it will detect the level of moisture using the moisture meter. It also has a thermal detection device and a radar that penetrates through the walls to detect even one termite in the wall.
We also use Termidor (Fipronyl), a high-end chemical used to control the spread of termites in your place. It is highly effective and can eliminate the entire colony without causing potential side effects.
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All our service providers are included in the team only after a thorough company background check. We take this matter very strictly and only offer you services from the best cleaners with years of experience and appropriately trained in the respective line of work.
Additionally, we proudly offer you the services through our online portal that enables 360-degree technology support to meet customer requirements at once. With real-time tracking and checks, we offer you the ultimate customer support in the market.
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You must be wondering how TelusCare can be the best home termite control service for your property. Apart from offering you incredible termite control services, we also provide you flexible options to book us. You can browse and constantly check our previous works and achievements before finalizing the contract.
Also, we always recommend the clients get in touch with our specialist teams to help them know about your current conditions and expectations. We never charge you any hidden fees for our services. We always believe that creating a transparent relationship with our customers forms the building blocks of a successful brand in the market.
We continually upgrade our technologies and practices to meet your expectations within strict deadlines. If you have any queries or suggestions, it would be a pleasure to get in touch with you. Never shy away from asking any questions regarding our termite control facilities.
Got queries about our tools or practices? Give us a call, or drop a message to get back to you soon.
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5 Faults that are found in pre-purchase building reports you can’t ignore
Buying a home is a matter of lots of money. The purchase is usually the biggest one a person makes in their lifetime. Those who are considering buying a pre-existing property should obtain pre-purchase building reports. It can be easy to be deceived by appearances, so even if you have found a house you love and it all seems perfect, you might make a fatal mistake if you don't take a trained professional's opinion into account.
Structural faults -
Even though knocking on a few walls may make you feel better, it is not an adequate method of evaluating a house's structural integrity. The risks associated with structural weaknesses can be significant and could make the building unsafe to live in if you do not know what to look out for. These problems include subsiding stumps, cracked brickwork, and termite-damaged roof structures - all of which can lead to high repair costs.
2. Cracks and water damages -
It is unfortunately common for unscrupulous people to paint or perform other minor aesthetic repairs on their homes before selling them. The building inspector, however, will be able to see beyond the facade if he or she is experienced. As a result, he can identify both small and large cracks and water damage that may pose a threat to the stability of the building. Early detection of structural cracks is crucial since they can be extremely costly to repair.
3. BCA rules and outlawed changes -
There is a possibility that previous owners have built extra rooms, garages, and extensions to a property that has been around for a long time. What are the official building standards for these changes? You may have to demolish them or make expensive repairs, modifications, and upgrades if they have not received the right approvals. This is the most important and first thing to look out for in pre-purchase building reports.
4. Building wirings -
There are many reasons why electrical safety is so significant. Electrical wiring defects pose an electrocution risk in addition to those relating to critical household components like smoke alarms and safety switches. The electrical system of any home you're considering purchasing should also be thoroughly inspected by a professional due to potential fire risks.
5. Check the reports of roof tiles -
Unfortunately, older clay roof tiles are susceptible to spalling. A clay tile's layers separate and crumble, causing them to break down and deteriorate as a result. Despite its obvious implications for the safety and integrity of the home, this is not considered a major structural defect, as with the non-compliance of the BCA as mentioned above. Thus, we recommend requesting the same message from your building inspector and changing the terms of the sales contract.
A book's cover should not be judged by its contents when purchasing a property. A quality pre-purchase building inspection and its report can give you the information you need to avoid potentially disastrous financial situations as well as look beyond the aesthetics of the property you're considering.
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The Ultimate Guide To Pest Control
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As soon as the climate heats up and afterwards it rains, you might discover flocks of flying insects. They could be termites, which emerge from swarms in the ground or your residence's mounting to mate. Our seasoned termite assessors can examine your house as well as, if task is found, our termite pest control men can quit termites and repair any kind of damages.
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Dirt Crawlers
Look @darkeninganon , I beat you to writing the slug thing!!!! :)
(brain just randomly started thinking of story and I just decided to write it now before I lost motivation/inspiration)
Part 2->
TRIGGER WARNINGS: BUGS, FEAR, MENTION OF DEATH, FEELING SMALL, VERY GROSS DISCRETION
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Tommy watched Dream as he pushed the door to their hole in the ground open The younger Dirt Crawler was practically bouncing with excitement. Today was the day, finally Dream was taking him out on his first hunting trip. It was the perfect day for hunting as well, since it hadn't rained for weeks and was so bright and sunny out (as Tommy could tell from the blinding light coming through their burrow door) that there was no way it would rain; so there was no risk of them drowning in a puddle or getting dragged down to suffocate in mud. It was also the afternoon by now, judging by where the sun was, which meant almost no birds out hunting at all. Yeah, now would be the perfect time to get some food.
"You remember all the rules I told you, right?" Tommy was startled out of his thoughts by his older brother's voice.
"Yeah yeah yeah, I know I know!" The teen rolled his eyes. The rules had been drilled into him ever since he was a kid, ever since their parents were still around.
"Okay, so remember that we're only hunting aphids- no attacking ants, ladybugs, termites-"
"Mantises,"-He cut off Dream's words-"slugs- yeah yeah, I know boss man! We don't fight anything that isn't an aphid!!" Tommy climbed out of the burrow with that in mind. He already knows what happens if a Dirt Crawler tries to fight anything other than an aphid, he's been told the horror stories thousands of times. Ants will swarm you if you hurt one, ladybugs can headbutt trample and eat you, termites can take a limb off with one bite, and mantises- of Prime Tommy really does NOT want to think about fucking mantises.
"I'm just making sure-" Dream added as he climbed out to stand next to Tommy, kicking their burrow door closed behind himself. "I know how adventurous you can get at times and I don't want to risk anything." The elder puts a hand on Tommy's shoulder and looks into his baby brother's eyes seriously. The world is a dangerous place for someone only half an inch tall, and he wants to make sure his baby brother is safe.
"Stop worrying so much- I'm not gonna leave your side big man." Tommy smirks into their serious gaze and gives his brother a comforting pay on the shoulder, making them sigh with relief.
"Good- because I don't know what I'd do without your annoying voice." Dream jokes with a slightly forced chuckle and ruffles the teen's curly blond hair. Tommy only groans in annoyance and pushes his hand away, which only makes Dream let out another fond chuckle. "C'mon, we don't have all afternoon!" The elder doesn't give Tommy any time to fix their hair as he grabs their hand and pulls them off into the towering grass blades.
It's a few hours later when the two brothers find themselves watching from being blades of grass as several aphids hop around on the dirt, having called off of the grass after the two tiny people had shaken their plant homes with the help of a light breeze. Dream pulls out a small sword and turns to Tommy to make sure he's holding his own sword correctly. Once the eldest is sure the time is perfect, he gives a signal with his hand and both split- Dream running in from the right and Tommy from the left, both catching the tiny bugs off guard and using that to their advantage to slice off the heads of several before they can jump out of reach.
"You did it!" Dream smiles up at Tommy who himself is smiling proudly. They were running low on food, and now with Tommy's help, they're both sure to have more than enough aphids to last them for a week or more at least. "This should be good- you, did good Toms." The green clad Dirt Crawler walks over to his brother and ruffles their hair, and this time Tommy does not complain. "Now help me bag them up-"
"Yes sir!" Tommy gives a small thumbs up and starts to fill his sprig woven bag with the dead aphids as Dream does the same. It's all fine until one of the aphid bodies gets up and starts to limp away- Tommy missed it's head. "I'll get it!" He calls over to his brother, who gives a nod of acknowledgement before Tommy chases after the aphid, knowing he can easily catch and kill it since it can't jump.
Tommy doesn't notice anything suspicious as he approaches the injured aphid. He doesn't look around at his surroundings as he gets out his sword. He doesn't look up as he stabs the bug and finally kills it. He does however scream after looking up to see where the droplet of slime had come from on his sword after landing the killing blow.
Dream snaps his head up to attention, his eyes wide with fear for his Tommy as he looks to where they'd run off to- and he almost screams as well. "IT'S A SLUG!!!!" He's quick to run over and grab Tommy's arm and start to drag the petrified teen away before they can be eaten.
Tommy doesn't hesitate to follow Dream once he snaps out of his state of fear. As they run Tommy tries not to think about the humongous slimey being of pure squishy muscle, with four eyes that stared at him with nothing but hunger, and a large gaping mouth that was opening and closing, ready to eat it's lunch with the rows upon rows of tiny razor sharp teeth that could allow the disgusting giant to swallow him whole. Tommy shivers, yeah that's going to be haunting his nightmares- oh well at least slugs are slow, so he and Dream have plenty of time to run away…. Or so he thought, before suddenly his running is slowed significantly by something making him stick to the ground. The teen looks down, and sees he's stepped into a trail of familiar slime that has him now stuck where he stands.
"Dre- Dream!?" He yells to his older brother, who also finds himself slowed by the slime trail. Dream looks at his brother sadly, and grabs their arms before desperately trying to pull Tommy free as the slug approaches at a slow orgilating crawl towards them.
"Tommy- Tommy, look at me!" Dream said, keeping his voice firm, trying to give his baby brother something to focus on. "Don't look back- don't- d- don't look behind you. Just focus on me, we're going to get out of this." At least Tommy is close enough for Dream to pull them into a hug. He lets Tommy bury their face into his chest, letting them cry as he glares up at the omnivore that had successfully hunted them down on Tommy's first aphid gathering…
"I- I'm scared…" Tommy admits quietly, something they usually would never do, but Dream can understand in this situation: getting stuck while running from a slug is certain death for any and all Dirt Crawlers.
"I know… I know, but it's going to be okay, I promise…." Dream whispers softly and weaves his fingers into Tommy's soft golden curls, something that's always calmed them down, no matter how old. He hugs his small brother close, closing his eyes so he can savor one last moment with them…
BOOM-SQUELCH!!!
The sound is loud and disturbing to hear for the absolutely miniscule brothers, and they both open their eyes wide in surprise and fear of what happened. All that can run through Dream's head is that the slug must've been crushed by something, but what? A deer? A wolf maybe? Possibly even a skunk even if they aren't in this area? The only way to find out is to look up- and up- and up and up and up and-
"Fuck." Dream doesn't cuss often, but for this occasion it feels necessary.
"Wh- wha-" Tommy begins to ask but cuts off his own words as he feels all his breath leave him in fear, as he looks up too.
A giant. An actual giant. A person, thousands of times their size was standing right on top of where the slug had been only seconds before- and it seemed like they didn't even notice they'd crushed anything.
"Human…" Dream mutters quietly, remembering the word from a story their mom told him once before Tommy was born. Giants- humans- weren't supposed to be here. Dirt Crawlers almost never had to deal with humans… yet here one stood, having unintentionally saved the two brothers lives, and Dream realized in a moment how close they both were to that death dealing foot, and if the human hadn't seen the slug, then if they took another unfortunate step- "R- run- we need to run! Run!!" Dream shouts and starts to pull Tommy, and his brother quickly gets the message as they both pull themselves out of the slime to start running.
Dream doesn't let go of Tommy's hand the whole time as they both run as fast as they can, but it doesn't feel fast enough as every time Dream looks back the human looks just as close as they were before and- oh gods they were looking down at them. Dream pushes forward, trying to pull Tommy even faster with a feigned hope that maybe, just maybe they can at least get to the burrow in time and be safe until the human leaves-
Dream bounces back off of something hard and smooth, he can't see it but he can feel it. Tommy rushes forward to stand beside him and starts to bang on the invisible wall; it's a fruitless effort however as both know that anything used by humans is guaranteed to be too strong for either to break through. Only a few seconds later they feel gravity change and they're sliding down the wall, Dream grabs Tommy and hugs him, wanting to make sure that wherever they land his brother is safe more than anything. They eventually hit a bottom, made of another invisible wall- and as Dream looks up he meets two massive eyes, twice as big as himself, staring directly at him and his brother.
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Branded - Chapter 54
Pairing: Demon!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: The Ancient One explains some truths.
(This is a fan AU of Falling’s Just Another Way to Fly by araniaart . Please check out this incredible series for all of your demon Bucky needs.)
AO3
She didn’t look how you remembered her.
Instead of flowing robes and a bald head, she was wearing a khaki uniform that said Magical Pest Removal on the lapel, and what looked like a cheap, bob-cut blond wig on her head.
Despite the bad disguise, you would recognize the Ancient One anywhere.
“Your mother told me I could find you out here,” the sorcerer said, her accent the same posh one you remember, making her mundane outfit seem even more bizarre. “She also said she was unhappy that you tried to burn the termites in your closet.”
Your closet? Termites?
A burnt circle…
You knew exactly what this was.
“You mean the demon portal I opened?”
The Ancient One opened her mouth, stared at you a moment, and then closed it. You wondered if anyone had left the ancient sorcerer speechless before.
“Yeah, I know what I did,” you continued on in a rush. “I mean, I don’t remember it, but I know I opened a portal and you and the other sorcerers are here to investigate it, and—“
She raised a hand, and you fell immediately silent.
“Have we met before?”
The question hit you like déjà vu, and why wouldn’t it, when it was so similar to the conversation on the Sanctum rooftop?
“Yes,” you began slowly. It was still bizarre to hear your voice as a child. You’d forgotten what it sounded like. Or what it was like to be without your horns and tail. Every time you tried to move your non-existent tail, you experienced a slight feeling of unsteadiness. “Or… I’ve met you before. This is the first time you’ve met me. I think.”
“Ah,” she said, as if that had made any sort of sense. “I see.”
“Really?”
Her lips spread into a reserved but warm smile.
“No. But in these types of situations, it tends to be wiser to pretend you know more than you truly do.”
She gestured to the swing set.
“May we sit?”
“Uh, sure.”
Even without her robes, her gestures were as measured and graceful as you remembered. She sat on the swing Bucky had used in what seemed like a lifetime ago, but truly hadn’t happened yet. It hurt your head to think about as you sat on your own swing. Even that felt real beneath you. Was this truly a memory?
“Thank you.” She smoothed out the wrinkles on her cargo pants. “These bones aren’t as young as they used to be. And your bones are younger than you expected.”
You gaped up at her. For someone who said she didn’t know very much, she knew an awful lot.
“Then, you know I don’t belong here? That I’m in the wrong place? Am I trapped? Is this a memory or-or am I stuck in another time-loop?”
Your lip trembled as your eyes burned. You’d forgotten how quick you were to cry as a kid. This was more embarrassing than being trapped in a time-loop, that was for sure.
If she was surprised at the mention of time-loops, the Ancient One didn’t show it. Instead, her eyes were warm but pitying.
“You are so young, yet you’ve been through much. And you will endure more before the end, I fear. That is the path of all those who wield the name.”
“Name?” You rubbed your forehead, the headache worsening there. “What name?”
“The Ancient One.”
You dropped your hand and looked up at her. Stared, really. Why was she making even less sense than the first time around?
“It is a title that only one sorcerer can hold. They reign above the Sorcerer Supreme, and it is they who bear the greatest burden of our order.” She lowered her gaze, meeting you unflinchingly. “I sense that you will hold that title when I am gone.”
“I… what?” You shook your head. “No, I don’t—no. That’s not why I’m here. I—“
“Then why are you here?” Her expression hadn’t changed at all, and it was terrifyingly piercing. “What were you doing just before you subverted the laws of time to arrive here, in your past?”
Your mouth hung open. How could you possibly explain the ritual, the experimental demon bond, Bucky—
Bucky.
“You-you have to help someone,” you blurted out, nearly falling from your swing in your panic. “A demon. Or, he was a man, but HYDRA changed him, turned him into—You have to help Bucky Barnes. James Buchanan Barnes.”
The name on your tongue sent a curl of pain through your ribcage. Was Bucky all right? Was he still where you left him, writhing on that table?
How had everything gone so wrong?
You looked down at your shoes. Faded pink things that were long worn by dirt and wear. Little white unicorns prancing along the sides. You’d forgotten how much you loved them, but not even they could distract you as despair coiled in your chest.
“He came through the portal I created.” You closed your eyes, the words burdened far more than they should coming from a ten year old. “If it’s only the day after, he should be in Boston still. You’ll catch him, lure him into a trap, and—Please, please help him.”
“I will help him, because it has already happened.” Her expression was fond, if a little exasperated. “And did no one tell you that no one should know too much about their own future?”
You looked away, your cheeks heating easily, as they always did when you were a kid.
“Yeah. You did, actually.”
“Well, I do give very good advice.”
The humor in her words wasn’t enough to remove the pit from your stomach.
“About... about what I was doing before. Before I arrived here. I was…” You curled your small fists as you stared resolutely at the leaf-strewn ground. “I… I don’t know how to explain it without telling you everything, but you did tell me something. The last time we spoke, or, I guess for you we haven’t spoken yet.”
You shook your head. Time stuff was so confusing.
“Yes?”
“You said… You told me that I would have to make a choice.” You closed your eyes. “That when the obvious choice is wrong, I would have to make a different one. And to trust myself, because I would make the right choice, even when others didn’t believe me. That was… the gist of it anyway.”
“I see,” she said in that cryptic way of hers. “And did you? Make the right choice?”
“I don’t know.”
You opened your eyes again, hoping against hope you would be back at the Sanctum, like this was all a bad dream. Instead, you were still in your backyard, somehow talking to the most powerful sorcerer alive. Or, who had been alive in 1995, anyway.
“All I know is, I want to get back home. To my time, so I can make sure…”
“You care for him, don’t you?”
Her eyes were warm again when you met them. There was no judgement there, no surprise, just a quiet kind of understanding you couldn’t begin to fathom.
“Yes,” you said, your voice small. “I do. I need to get back to him.”
“There are many reasons you need to return to your present consciousness,” she said, as if that somehow made sense. “One of which is that you will soon need to take up the mantle you were meant to bear.”
She rose to her feet and you quickly followed suit,
“Listen. I don’t know why you think I’m the one who—“
“It is not what I think. You simply are. Your aptitude toward creating cross-dimensional rifts is a good indicator that you are no simple child. Nor will you become a mere sorcerer. You haven’t found your relic yet, have you?”
As was so often the case, the Ancient One’s line of thinking threw you into confused stuttering. How had she known? That no matter how many relics Wong showed you, none of them were activated by your presence?
“I… I don’t… No, I haven’t.”
She slightly bent down, lowering her voice as if sharing a secret.
“When you return, go to my office. You’ll find what you need.”
You’d barely digested the words when she pulled back, an amused glint in her eye that quickly faded.
“Before I help encourage you to return to your time, I fear there is something I must explain.”
The gravity in her words were heavy, and you shifted uncomfortably. You almost preferred a cryptic message the last time she sent you on your way, but you had a feeling you wouldn’t be spared now.
“The mantle of the Ancient One is a heavy burden to bear. If I tell the others of my order what I have discovered, if I tell them what you are… your childhood will be forfeit. All you will know is this life, and it will be many years before you’re even allowed outside the walls of our sanctums.”
Her expression lightened, but the aged lines of her face were still deep with the weight of her words.
“I sense you have not lived a life like that, which can only mean I did not tell them of your budding powers. But leaving you here, as you are, unguarded and unprotected would be negligent.”
You opened your mouth to speak, but she pressed on before you could.
“If your powers continue to manifest, it will be only a matter of time until you attract those who would wish to use your power for their own. So until such a time as you can sufficiently fend for yourself, your power will be locked away. And a guardian will look after you.”
A guardian? Did she mean…
The Ancient One finally smiled.
“I believe you know him already, though I have yet to meet him. I look forward to it, very soon.”
The Ancient One had known about Bucky looking after you all along. Surely she would someday know about the bond as well. And yet… she had still trusted him, anyway.
Tears blurred your vision again as you gave a shaky smile. Knowing that Bucky would be safe, that he would have someone to help him heal and learn how to be a person again, was more of a relief than you could say. You owed her more than you’d ever realized. And if the Ancient One insisted this was the path you were meant to take, then you could let go of your fears and trust her too.
She clasped her hands together, startling you.
“Now, it’s time to send you home. And to lock away those powers until you’re ready to use them.”
You expected her to do what she did last time, place her thumb on your forehead and jolt you back to the present, but instead she drew concentric, fiery circles in the air between you.
Panic crawled up your throat.
“Wait!” you cried. “Will we meet again?”
Her small smile, much like herself, held an edge of delight and mysterious.
“Perhaps. Time will tell, won’t it?”
The concentric circles folded together, creating a sort of echoing tunnel that went deeper and deeper, until you were falling through it, panicked and alone and in the dark.
You hit the ground and jolted upright, gasping in panicked breathes as your hands clung to something soft.
Plush covers. On a bed. You were back in your room in the sanctum, still wearing the silver ornate robes. You shoved up the right sleeve and stared at the thick bandage wrapped around your shoulder.
So, it had been real. You were back, and the ritual…
Oh, God. Bucky.
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Home is Where You Are pt 1 | Feysand
Girl next door AU. Part 2 now up.
Rhys hadn’t seen Feyre in over ten years. It was strange for him to think about, because they had always been so close. They had grown up next door to each other, and had been best friends as children. As they got older, Rhys had flown into fits of jealous rage when Feyre suddenly had a hundred other friends and he was left behind. Then there was that one night, when they were thirteen and camping out in the Archerons' back yard, and giggling in the tent, they had decided to find out what all the fuss was about kissing.
They had leaned in, pressed their lips together, and held their breath. Five seconds went by, and then Feyre pulled back, laughing.
“It’s kind of... wet,” she had said, wiping her mouth of the back of her hand. But Rhys been too stunned to say anything. He followed Feyre’s lead as she lay back in her sleeping bag and launched into a story about a particularly annoying boy at school, and Rhys had pretended to listen. But all the while, his fists were clenched tight at his side, as he fought to get in control of the strange, hot sensation that had started where Feyre’s mouth touched his and had somehow pooled in his stomach like lava. More troublingly, it was moving further south, and the young teenage Rhys was baffled by the apparent autonomy the lower part on his anatomy had lately been growing.
And then the next day Feyre’s mother had a stroke in the kitchen, and hadn’t survived the ambulance ride. And her father, grief stricken and barely functional, and up and moved the whole family to the other side of the country to avoid any reminder of his dead wife. Hadn’t actually managed to sell the house, just abandoned it and let it sit empty and decay over the years. And Rhys, Rhys was left alone with his drunk, bitter father, and he never got to tell Feyre that he was sorry her mother had died, that he knew exactly what it felt like and wanted to be there for her, that he was pretty sure he loved her with all of his thirteen year old heart.
Over the next decade, Rhys’ father got older but not more sober. His arm weakened, thankfully, although his aim somehow never did. Rhys cared for him the best he could until he died- liver failure of course- and then up and moved to the city using the money from his fathers estate. There was a surprisingly large amount of money for the frequency with which Rhys had been fed hot meals as a kid.
He had looked Feyre up on social media, but she was working as an artist now and her photos were all of her work, very rarely with her in them. He had wanted to message so many times, but when he saw how well she was doing, it hadn’t seemed right. Not when he felt like a stark reminder of such a bad time in her life.
And then her father had passed away, leaving them both orphans, and she had reached out to him.
By email, for chrissake. Like some kind of professional courtesy.
Hi Rhys,
Long time no see. I’m guess you’ve head the news by now. Cancer, in the end. But I think he was sort of waiting to die for a long time. Anyway, Nesta and Elain have pretty much checked out of the situation, and so I’ve taken over the big job- selling the old house. My sisters basically said just do it and send us the money.
The upshot is, I’ll be travelling back to the old neighbourhood in about a week. I know it’s been forever, but you lived in that house most as much as we did. I was wondering if you wanted to come down and hang out, before we sell it. I’ve been talking to realtors and I’ll probably be there just a few days, and then leave it to them. I don’t know how any of this works to be honest.
You’re welcome to come with me if you want, but no pressure.
Feyre
Rhys had written back straight away, and before he knew it he was on a plane. Back to that sad little suburb, with its malignant houses and crumpled people. To his father's house, where there were cracks in the wall that Rhys' younger bones had bade. To the Archeron home, where he had found refuge after the old man had passed out, drunk.
To Feyre.
He had no idea what to expect. Had spent the whole flight full to the brim of jitters, and wondering what it would be like to see her again, and cursing himself for letting it get this far and then to not have been the one to reach out first.
And then his feet marched themselves down the crooked streets, knowing where to go instinctively, so before he knew it he was standing before his old house. And hers.
Actually being there was like a punch in the gut. Rhys suddenly felt eight years old again, and even the anticipation of how his old house smelled had nausea rolling in his gut. He didn't think he'd be so affected by it. He wondered if anyone had moved into the house- there were no cars or toys in the front yard, but the garden wasn't overgrown. Not like the Archeron house.
His old neighbour's place looked terrible. Mould was growing over the peeling paint, a few of the windows in the front were cracked, and weeds reigned over the garden. So different from when the girls had lived here, and Elain had been so dilligent with her botanical care.
Rhys remained in silent contemplation for another minute or so, and then, taking him quite by surprise, the front door opened. And there stood Feyre.
Rhys eyes threatened to throw themselves out of their sockets. He worked to keep his jaw shut, and his heart squeezed painfully in his chest at the sight of her.
Feyre was gorgeous.
Little girl Feyre had white blonde hair, skinny arms, and blue bug-eyes. Little boy Rhys had loved her exactly how she was, and had thought she was the most perfect person in the world.
Grown up Feyre was astounding.
Her hair had darkened to the colour of gold and honey, and now curled gently over her shoulders. Her frame had filled out to accommodate softly curving hips and a modest cleavage. She had grown into her eyes, the delicate grey-blue of them like rain-clouds on the horizon. Rhys had been waiting and waiting to meet Feyre again, but this... this was ridiculous.
Since leaving his father's house, Rhys had to admit he spent a lot of time on his body. He never wanted to feel so weak as when he was six years old and unable to protect his mother from his father's rage. Thankfully, as a teenager he started to pile on muscle quite easily. And then after moving out, he made sure to tattoo over the scars on his chest so that his father had no say over what his skin looked like.
And yet now he felt tiny again, and devastated that this Feyre was completely out of his league. He didn't know what to say to her.
Turned out, he didn't have to.
"Rhys!" Feyre said, seeing him standing there. She crossed the yard in a few strides, and before he got so much as a 'hello' out, Feyre had wrapped her arms around him. The smell of her neck right under his nose floored him. She pulled back, with her hands still on him.
"Rhys, I can't believe you're here!" Feyre looked him up and down, and laughed. "Well you got big, huh?"
God, her laugh. He didn't remember it being so musical.
"Hey Feyre," he said out loud. "I'm sorry about your dad."
Feyre squeezed his arms. "Thanks. And thank you for coming. It's really good to see you."
"It's good to see you," Rhys said. "I'm so sorry it's taken so long."
"Well, we're here now," Feyre said, and in that moment Rhys was determined to never let her get that far away from him again.
"So how have you been?" Rhys started to ask. But at that moment, the door opened again, and a man with a blonde man-bun stepped out. He looked like one of those surfer dudes Rhys had never liked.
"Babe," he said. "There's definitely termites in there. It's gonna lower the price point for sure."
Rhys stared. Babe?
Feyre rolled her eyes. "Great, just add it to the list."
It was then that the man noticed Rhys. He extended a hand.
"Hey buddy, I'm Tamlin," he said.
"Hey... buddy," Rhys replied tersely. Feyre jumped in.
"Tamlin, this is Rhys, he used to live next door when we were kids." Feyre put her hand on Tamlin's arm, and smiled a heartbreaking smile at him.
"Rhys, this is Tamlin. My fiancé."
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So okay, it has been one week since I hit tumblr and spewed my story telling guts all over you lovely, sweet, kind people.
I know you connected really well with Lockdown Lovers, and it seems maybe a bit less well with Circus of Dreams? So I am throwing out one more AU, a little darker this time. I will keep posting CoD, but please let me know what you think and what you guys want to read.
Anyway I have been uploading manically over the last 7 days and at the moment I feel like I'm bombarding you with my filthy daydreams, so I'm going to try very hard to take a couple days off writing and let people actually read the damn things!
Finally, thank you so, so much for the support and love. I've been using this place to escape from personal problems and you have been outstanding. Hopefully in a few days I'll post at a more reasonable rate and from a better head space.
Thank you, lovers.
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SAVE THE DAY
Pairing: Peter Parker x reader
Summary: Peter wants to quit being Spider-Man, but the reader needs saving.
Word Count: 3600-ish.
Warnings: mentions of violence/alcoholism and abuse/hostage situation. Angst with fluffy ending.
A/N: Let’s just pretend Peter didn’t turn into dust during IW. Also, this has a dark theme? I wrote this a while ago and figured I’d post it. It’s pretty bad, sorry.
Peter Parker is sick and tired of being Spider-Man.
Between hardly getting any sleep and his grades faltering miserably because of his nightly escapades, the fact that half of his friends died just three weeks ago doesn’t exactly help his case. He’s tired of putting on the suit, tired of scouring the streets in the dark of night, tired of waiting for crimes to happen when he really should be studying.
Peter lost some of the people he looked up to the most, and ever since he returned home, he hasn’t been able to stop feeling horrendously guilty over the fact that he wasn’t able to save them. He misses his friends, but mostly, he misses his coworkers, half of whom had disappeared into dust. What’s the point of being Spider-Man when you can’t even save the ones you hold dear to your heart?
Peter is seated behind his desk, black ink pen tightly gripped between his clammy fingers. His left palm is stuck under his chin, and his eyes, droopy and fluttery, shift between the clock hanging above the door towards the back of the classroom. His hazel orbs scan everything from the green linoleum floors to the yellow-stained ceiling with its flickering lights. Empty seats line the back walls, desks and chairs stacked on top of each other in a sick manner.
Desks that were once filled with students now sat empty to collect dust and termites. Most of the kids that vanished didn’t even know who Thanos was or what his intentions were. It isn’t fair, Peter thinks as he grips his pen and clenches his jaw. They didn’t deserve to die.
Several of Peter’s classes have been postponed until further notice due to the sudden lack of staff and student body. Of course, Mr. Brown hadn’t vanished, and so, Peter is sitting in his Tuesday morning math class with barely over a dozen other kids. Each one of them looks just as sad, confused and most of all defeated as Peter does, because most of them have lost multiple family members and friends in the blink of an eye without any hope of bringing them back.
James from physics has lost both his parents. Samantha from biology lost only one, but her grandparents as well. Francis from literature didn’t have parents even before the Snap, but lived with her aunt and uncle who both disappeared. The gist of it is clear; grief, hurt and anger surrounds the school like a thick, impenetrable blanket of fire from which nobody can escape and for a moment, Peter doesn’t know on which side of the Snap he’d rather be.
The seconds on the clock tick by agonizingly slowly. Mr. Brown knows nobody in his class gives a shit about potentially solving mathematical problems anymore, but life must go at the end of the day and until anyone has any better ideas, the only thing the school board knows to do is to keep teaching classes to whoever decides to show up. To be fair, even though it’s nothing like how it used to be, school remains the only constant in most of these kids’ lives.
Doubt continues to plague Peter’s cloudy mind as the day progresses. He’s already stuffed his suit in Ned’s locker - he wouldn’t be needing the space anymore anyway. The mere thought of his best friend vanishing into thin air made his fist curl and his eyebrows twitch in anger and every waking moment of his existence he hates himself for not being able to help him make it through the Snap. Then again, maybe it was for the best.
Being alive suddenly didn’t seem like such a great thing anymore with the world in complete shambles.
After class is over, most of the students slowly drag their feet towards the library or the cafeteria. With so many postponed classes, study hours are given left and right until the board has time to conjure a new schedule. Peter slings his backpack over his shoulder and, while dragging his feet to the library, absentmindedly reaches his phone from his back pocket. The latest iPhone he was given by Tony now feels alien in his hand, especially since half of his contacts don’t exist anymore. The Snap chat streak he used to have with Ned died weeks ago, and the last message Peter sent him still sits in Ned’s inbox marked as ‘unread’. Peter grips the device and bites his lip. He has to stop himself from throwing it out of the window all together. Looking at it has become unbearable.
Just as he’s about to shove it back deep inside his pocket, it vibrates. He thinks it’s just his imagination at first, but when his hand shakes for the second time, he lifts up the phone with the thumping of his heart.
It’s you, your name displayed as the caller ID across the screen, followed by blue and red heart emojis. You picked those out yourself.
“What’s up?” he asks after picking up, “where are you? You have no idea how boring math is without you.”
When the line momentarily remains silent on your end, Peter shrugs. You’ve pocket-dialed him before so it doesn’t immediately strike him as odd, and when he calls your name and doesn’t receive a response, he hangs up, finally able to place the phone in his pocket where he hopes it will remain forever.
But it doesn’t remain there forever, because less than a minute later, it rings again, once more flashing your name across the screen for his eyes to see. His groans, but picks up anyway as he stands in front of the library entrance.
“Y/N?” He asks, holding the device tightly to his ear just in case he can hear you in the distance.
“No,” you whisper finally, “he’s going to kill a bunch of people, P.”
Peter’s blood runs cold when the call is ended once again. He wastes no time sprinting towards Ned’s old locker and holds his breath when he dashes through the empty hallways. Before he gets there, he calls you back. You don’t answer.
Peter sneaks the costume into his backpack and changes into it in the empty bathroom near the physics lab. He stuffs his backpack inside the air vent and dials your number again. With his phone stuck tightly against his ear, he jumps out of the window.
You are one of the only people Peter still has left and vice versa. The two of you have been friends for ages, sharing nearly every class and you, him and Ned always sit together for lunch. The three of you would hang out together after school as well; you saw movies together and played video games on the weekends. You texted each other constantly.
The Snap wiped out nearly your entire family. Your mother, little brother and both of your grandparents and your aunt and uncle on both sides. You were left with nobody but your step-father.
Peter knows the two of you don’t get along. The man drinks too much, stays out too late even during the week and sometimes, he doesn’t even come home for days. Your mother always welcomed him back with open arms and chose to ignore the empty bottles of vodka and whiskey in the trash. She ignored the perfume on his clothes and his behavior towards you and stayed with him, a man so unstable he couldn’t hold jobs longer than a few months at a time. Her blindness to his shenanigans always angered Peter, because the relationship between your mother and step-father affected you in more ways than you cared to admit.
He knows you wish it was him who died instead of your mom and frankly, Peter wishes the same. He never liked the guy.
Peter is extremely worried about you, because he knows the drinking has doubled since your mom died. You’ve been skipping school to take care of the household and you know very well how Peter feels about your step-father’s lack of participation in and around the home. He started taking you away from your house whenever he could find the time and you’d even met Tony Stark the first time Peter took you to the tower. It surprised Peter to see how well the two of you got along, but then again, computer science is your favorite subject in school so it’s something the two of you could bond over. Well, it used to be anyway, because the class got dropped after the teacher and eight of his students got lost in the Snap.
Peter’s heart rams against his rib cage when you finally answer the phone. In the background, he can hear people screaming and shouting.
“Y/N? Where the hell are you?” He asks, using his webs to sling himself from building to building to avoid being seen in broad daylight.
“Central bank,” you whisper under shaky breaths, “gun. Can’t talk.”
The line goes dead once again, and Peter immediately changes direction.
You knew something was wrong when Hank offered to drive you to school this morning, because he’d never volunteered to take you anywhere before and you doubted he would start now. The red rims around his dull, yellow eyes made you decline his proposal at first but he insisted, and in fear of getting hurt by a man nearly twice your size, you finally agreed to have him drive you to school. You weren’t in any kind of mood to argue with him, and you sure as hell didn’t want to provoke him. Besides, the drive would only take ten minutes, while walking took you nearly half an hour, so you couldn’t exactly complain.
It saddened you to see him like this. The two of you never really got along, but at least a small part of you hoped that the shared loss of your mom and little brother would bring you some type of twisted companionship, something dark to bond over. You wanted to ask him if Peter could stay over for dinner, but the dark sweat stains on his creme t-shirt and his iron grip on the wheel made you stay quiet.
Hank never liked talking when he had a hangover. Talking too much always made him angry, and you don’t like seeing him pissed off. Granted, the only times he’d physically hurt you were when he was so drunk he couldn’t even tell you his own name, but you still fear him even now, afraid that one day he might actually do something he can never take back. With this knowledge, you typically stick to avoiding him on mornings after he’s had too much to drink. Nowadays though, it’s all he does.
Even when he deviates from the usual route to your school, you bite your tongue in fear of pissing him off. Perhaps, you think, he’s forgotten the location of your school or maybe he’s too hungover to think straight and the entire time, you expect him to turn around. He doesn’t, but wen he finally does stop, he does so in front of Central Bank.
You finally dare to speak up, asking him quietly what the two of you are doing there and fully expect him to sneer at you, to spit out that he’s only going to withdrawal money from your mother’s account again so he can support his bad habits, but instead of answering, he leaves you in the car and reaches for the trunk.
“What are you doing?!” You ask fearfully when he rips open your door and grabs a fistful of your hair.
“Shut up and don’t make a sound, got it?”
He pulls your head towards the ground when he walks, so the only thing you can see is the beat up sneakers on his feet and the terrifying barrel of a semi-automatic weapon. There’s no security guard near the entrance, but you don’t have enough time to wonder where he might be, because Hank’s already crossed the threshold and he’s shouting like mad when you realize what the hell is going on.
"Everybody sit the fuck down on the ground or I'll kill every last of one you!"
Screams erupt from every corner, and as Hank angrily waves the gun around in an attempt to scare the customers and bank personnel, people left and right begin to duck behind chairs, desks and in booths. You can hear a baby crying somewhere nearby, and your palms are sweating and shaky when you curl them into fists. You’ve always known he’s crazy, but even for him, this is fucking insane.
"Hank, what the fuck are you doing?" You scream, feeling the pressure of his grip on your neck sting like a hot iron.
"Shut up, before I shut you up myself. Don't make a god damn sound, you hear me? That goes for all of you!"
The next hour is a complete blur. Shots are fired into cream-colored walls, demands are made on stolen cellphones and most of all, you and everybody else inside is scared shitless. Hank forces you to sit in of the empty chair behind counter three, the one where people come to apply for loans. He continues to keep the gun pointed mostly at you - the hostage he uses to negotiate his demands. You called Peter when his back was turned to you, but couldn’t speak at first out of pure terror of being seen or heard.
Outside, flashing red and blue lights draw near, and the sound of multiple helicopters rounding the perimeter nearly drowns out the sound of Hank’s screeching voice when one of the clerks makes an unexpected move. You’ve never seen him this angry and doubt you’ll ever see it again. Practically all bank transfers are conducted digitally nowadays, most banks using shares on the stock market to finance their customer’s savings accounts. Sure, there’s physical money inside, but none of the desk clerks have access to the vault where they keep the big bucks. How Hank didn’t realize this is a mystery to you.
You’re starting to realize time is running out when SWAT arrives with a hostage negotiator. Peter can feel his heart nearly exploding inside his chest when he thinks of you as he slings his way across the city. He’s never run faster across rooftops, but he doesn’t take a moment to breathe until he makes it there.
It doesn’t take him very long to sneak inside through one of the top floor’s open windows. Peter ignores the news camera’ that zoom in on him while he climbs inside, swallowing thickly at the knowledge that Tony’ll probably be pissed off later.
He jumps down the staircase, swinging from left to right and balancing on the barricades until he reaches the first floor of the old building. Directly beneath him, he can hear the commotion and when he finally finds an air vent in one of the break rooms, he uses his webs to fling himself up and inside. His phone vibrates again when he’s slowly crawling his way through the dusty vents, but he doesn’t answer, because he can see you sitting in your chair shaking like a leaf when he finally reaches one of the vents that lead to the main entrance.
He notices your step-father walking anxiously in circles, his eyes wildly darting across the entire ground floor to make sure nobody tried to take him down. He needs money now that his source of income has died and the amount of debt he finds himself in leads him to believe this is the only way to do it.
Peter quickly and quietly unscrews the roster that allows fresh air to distribute throughout the ground floor and silently moves it to the side.
Look up.
He quickly texts you, but doesn’t realize your phone might make a sound until he’s already pressed send. He releases a deep breath when you check the message, and begin to search around the ceiling with a worried frown on your face until your finally eyes land on him halfway hidden in the darkness.
You sigh inaudibly but tremble when the gun goes off three times and Hank begins to shout at a mother and her crying baby.
“I'm going to get you out," Peter mouths at you after pushing up his mask you you can see his lips.
He has to get the gun away from Hank, who is now pacing back and forth on the other side of the wall. With one swift motion, Peter drops down from the vent with his finger pushed against his mask to let the people know to keep quiet. He slides behind your chair and gives your hand a tight squeeze before disappearing just in time to see the barrel of the gun followed by Hank.
Sweat drips down the man’s face and back, veins popping angrily in his neck protruding from his temples. Outside, the hostage negotiator uses a megaphone to shout at him, but it’s as if nobody is paying attention to what he’s saying. You only have eyes for Peter, who’s crouched under one of the desks, his arms stretched out in front of him so he can get a good angle on Hank.
Before you get a chance to do as much as blink, silvery webs shoot out from Peter's wrists. They latch onto the cold metal of the firearm and begin to quickly retreat, pulling the weapon out of Hank's sweaty palms. He accidentally pulls the trigger when he struggles to hold on to the only thing that’s currently keeping him alive, firing four shots into the wall before the gun clashes to the ground and drags away from him.
His eyes bulge out of his head when he sees Spider Man, now standing on top of the desk. Peter yanks his arms back, flinging the weapon towards the security guard, who was sitting near the water cooler next to the staff room. The man doesn’t hesitate to pick it up and disarm it, emptying the magazine onto the ground until every last bullet falls to the ground with a clang. They bounce across the floor and roll under desks and at people's feet, away from the man who threatened to kill with them.
Within minutes, the entire place is surrounded by SWAT and cops, their guns aimed at the man who was willing to kill innocent people for his own benefit.
You can hardly get up from your chair when you feel something warm and smooth pressed up against your body. You instantly feel your knees buckling under you, but Peter uses his strength to keep you from falling. Reporters outside try their hardest to catch a glimpse of what’s going on inside the bank, but police officers hold them back as best they can, cutting off their view with all their might while the two of you hug.
Your entire body trembles and your heart feels like it was going to explode as you shivered in Peter's arms, holding onto the boy for what felt like dear life.
"Shh," he whispers in your ear, "It's okay. I got you."
You try to speak, to thank him for coming as quickly as he did, but nothing comes out except throaty stutters and shaky breaths. You’re hurting, even a blind man can see it.
“You came,” you manage, “he just lost it.”
“Of course I did silly,” he replies, “I couldn’t let you get hurt, could I?”
People all around you gasp audibly when Peter pulls off his mask, synapses doing jumping jacks when you come face to face with him in public. He’s never taken off the mask in front of people before, especially not in front of reporters, and out of all of the Avengers, his identity is the only one that up until now remained a secret. Peter isn’t thinking about what Tony might say or what Steve might think. He’s not concerned with the gaping expressions of journalists and cops alike, or with the newspapers that will have his face plastered on the front page tomorrow. He doesn’t care because grown attached to you.
The feeling had crept up on him slowly, and he hadn’t realized it until now, when the possibility of losing you for the second time in such a short amount of time finally managed to get it through his head.
“What are you doing?” You ask, eyes wide and pupils blown out.
“I want you to see me,” he says, “not the mask.”
“But-” you stammer, “your identity. They’ll know. Everyone will know.”
“I don’t care anymore,” Peter uses his thumb to caress your cheek, “let ‘em know that spider man’s just a kid from Queens. I’m sick of hiding.”
The small smile that plays on your rosy lips makes his heart skip a beat. He’s in love with you, has been for a while now, and Peter’s pretty sure the adrenaline surging in his veins is the reason for the sudden realization. He opens his mouth to speak and the words dangle on the tip of his tongue, but he remains silent when a police officer drapes a blanket over your shoulders and asks you if you require medical attention.
He’ll tell you, he reckons. When the time is right.
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CHAPTER 36: Weezer - Part 1
From his porch on Mulholland Drive, All-Kill sits, looking out across Los Angeles. The view is beautiful at night, but on this particular morning, it looks muggy and uncomfortable. “Yeon-in,” he calls.
At his summons, the wolf appears with a bottle of Korean soju held in its jaws. With surprising dexterity, it places the bottle on a small table next to its master. All-Kill pets his companion between the ears, then unscrews the cap, pouring the rice wine into a small glass and sipping from it.
“Little early for that, isn’t it?” T’onga says, stepping out of the house and standing behind the chair.
“I’m in a celebratory mood… Have you taken care of everything? The stragglers and loose ends?” the boss replies, keeping his eyes on the view.
“Yeah. Of course,” she says numbly.
“Good. Then the time to strike is now. Go to where Dust is and use HOUSE OF PAIN to eliminate him. No matter what you say or what it takes, do that above all else. It makes no difference what kind of ability Dust has. Once you get him into the room, he’s no match for you. I have every confidence. As far as I’m concerned, we’ve already won.” He punctuates his statement with another sip of soju and a smile.
“Right… Where’s Sang-ok?” T’onga asks.
“At his apartment. I’ll call him over when you’re done.”
“…And Sumni?”
At the mention of this name, there is a long pause between the two, as All-Kill places his glass down. “…She’s on standby, as usual. Why? What difference does it make?”
“Oh… it doesn’t. I was just wondering where everybody was. See you later, boss…” she turns a leaves, stepping back inside the house. All-Kill turns his head and keeps his eye on her until she leaves his sight. The wolf at his feet whines softly.
“Anaheim…” he mutters, and nothing more.
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The Anaheim Convention Center and Arena! One of the largest gathering spots in all of Southern California, a stone’s throw away from the famous Disneyland, home to every sort of convention for every sort of event, from company-wide get-togethers, to the biggest sporting event, down to the most niche of fan conventions. And this time of year, it's home to the one and only...
TubeCon, the world’s convention for the no. 1 video-sharing network, VidTube! Here, everyone from video bloggers, pranksters, game streamers and the ever underappreciated animators gather to engage with their fans and celebrate their work.
They mill about like termites, some old, but most young, moving between stall after stall, buying merch, taking selfies. Among them are content creators, many of whom film themselves on their phones. Their voices can be heard clearly over the general din.
“EY ITS UR BOY MERCINATOR MEETING UP WITH SOME FANS!!!”
“EY WHAT UP GUYS IT'S YO BOY RATMATT HERE AT TUBECON!!!”
“WE'RE THE SLY BROTHERS AND WE'RE HERE AT TUBECON TO GET PEOPLE'S REACTIONS TO MEETING US!!!”
At the far end of the auditorium, three men in their thirties play video games on a couch under the scrutiny of over a hundred people.
“Julio,” one demands of his bearded companion, “would you rather eat a man or acquire a nice tan?”
“I don’t… What kind of question is that, Neil?” Julio splutters.
“Julio, answer the question!” demands the third.
“What is this place...?” Kilo mutters, taking in the atmosphere with distaste, having found himself and his friends beckoned here.
“This is probably what Hell looks like,” Moya remarks, with a thousand-yard stare. In the midst of this controlled chaos, she and Kilo stand protectively between Shizuka, who stares doe-eyed into the crowd, searching for something. For someone. Frowning, she reaches into her inside pocket and pulls out the message for the hundredth time.
I WILL MEET YOU AT ANAHEIM and a drawing of an impossible triangle, written in permanent marker, and three tickets to this very convention. Nothing else was in the envelope delivered to Jerome’s mansion. Shizuka turns the message around, but all she sees on the back is the marker ink bleeding through the paper.
“Whoever it was that sent that letter…” Kilo grumbles, peering over her shoulder at it, “ least they could’ve done is be a little more specific. So what now, cop?” he turns to Moya, “We just supposed to stand around here, waitin’ for somebody to walk up on us?”
“This is our best move,” Moya replies, squinting suspiciously into the crowd, “For now, we have to assume the worst and that this is a Congregation trap. They’ve been one step ahead of us this whole time, and even now they still have the advantage. But waiting around in C-King’s house won’t get us any closer to stopping them, so we may as well take the chance and handle what comes of it. And besides… if T’onga really did send that message, then I don’t know when we’ll get another chance to get this close to her. No matter what happens, we can’t get separated. As long as we stick together, I’m confident we can take anything that comes our way!”
“Hrrmh… I hope you’re right…” Kilo says. Shizuka says nothing during this exchange, but looks up from the letter, glaring resolutely.
“HEY, YOU GUYS!!” shouts a loud, raucous cry, directed at the three of them. Immediately, SATURN BARZ and WITCH MOUNTAIN come out, only to recede soon after. A man in his late 20s wearing mirror-shades suddenly stands right in front of Shizuka.
With painfully artificial exuberance, the man in sunglasses shouts, “You’re next in line, huh, bros?! Great!! Don’t be shy, I always have time for fans! Here, lemme get that for you!” He says, taking the paper from Shizuka’s hand.
“Ah…! Hey, wait…!!” she starts, but the guy soons hands it back to her, but not before scrawling chicken scratch on the back in red ink.
“Who the fuck is this…?” Kilo mutters. He then glances behind him and notices for the first time a line has formed behind them, composed of teenage girls and boys, the eldest surely no older than 14. Without moving from their spot, the trio appear to have become part of an autograph line.
“Now you got your autograph, how about a selfie?!” the shaded vlogger announces to Shizuka, already pulling out a smartphone and attaching it to a telescopic pole. “It’ll be legit, for real! You’re bound to get a ton of likes on your feed once people see me on it!”
“Ah… N-no, thanks,” Shizuka responds, taken aback, “I’m kind… of waiting for-”
“Come on, honey, no need to be shy!” he announces again, sidling up beside her with his selfie stick raised over them, “You’re talking a major boost in online cred if you get seen with me! I’m kind of a big deal on YouTube, in case you didn’t know!” Bearing over her, he reaches a hand across her shoulders, “And hey, if we hang out a little more, maybe I can give you a few tips on how to get your own channel started! I could send a few early subscribers your way, if you do me a couple favors. What do you sGGLKH!!”
He chokes, his tongue lolling out as Moya lifts him, one-handed, by the back of his t-shirt collar. Kilo, meanwhile, grabs the selfie stick out of his hand, breaks it in half over his knee, then pitches the phone to the other side of the auditorium. The teenagers in the line behind them gasp. Moya drops him, and they and Shizuka moves away from him, stepping around him like garbage.
“H-Hey! Wait up!!” The vlogger shouts, rubbing his neck and beginning to pursue them, “Hey! You guys! Who do you fuckin’ think you are?! Hey, I said--!!”
Kilo and Moya turn at once, fixing him with furious expressions. “Yeah, what?”, they say at the same time.
The vlogger appears to forget how to speak for a moment. Then he scurries off to retrieve his phone, shouting back, “My followers are gonna hear about this, you hear me?!”
Shizuka hardly notices his departure, merely brushing lint off her shoulder. Kilo and Moya exchange a concerned glance.
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The vlogger weaves his way through the crowd, eventually finding his phone lying on the ground with a cracked screen. Upon sight, he rushes to retrieve it, but crashes into a tall man in a hoodie from behind. “Hey! Watch where you’re going, jackass!” he berates before stooping to pick up his phone. The guy in the hoodie slouches, removing his earbuds from his ears and scratching his oversized afro.
Before the vlogger stands back up, he starts wheezing. He manages to release a few choked coughs, which go unnoticed by anyone, before his neck and face begin to swell up like a balloon and his face turns a shade of pale blue.
“Anaphylactic shock, huh? Nasty...” says Toto, and nothing more. By the time he finishes his remark, the vlogger is already dead and he has lost all interest in him. He peers over the crowd. His eyes fall upon the trio, then he slides himself into the back corridors.
Without a care in the world, he strides through the service hallways, eventually coming to the security control center. He opens the door with a stolen clearance card and enters the room, shutting the door behind him. Two dead security guards are propped up against the wall, their faces blotchy and swollen. Toto sits down at the surveillance desk and finds the trio on one of the monitors.
“They’re clinging to each other like…” he mutters to himself, keeping them in sight at all times. “Like… Like, uh… Liiiike… Oh! Like tar and feathers! … No, no, not like that, not like tar and feathers, more like…” he stops abruptly and furrows his brow deeply, searching for the correct analogy. “Flies on hot shit? No, no… Oh, yeah! Like atomic particles! Two little electrons orbiting around a neutron/proton center! That’s perfect!” He smiles, delighted. Then his smile drops.
“Wait, hold on, if the three of them are an atom, then wouldn’t splitting them up be totally bad?” he mutters, beads of sweat suddenly appearing on his forehead, “When you split an atom up, you get nuclear fusion, in other words a big fuckass huge explosion…! Applyin’ that here… Dust wanted me to separate the Joestar princess from her friends, but what if that’s a bad idea…?! What if the best bet is to take ‘em all here and now, together…?! No no no, fighting ‘em all at once is no good either, their abilities are too strong…!
“Aaagh, did I do enough, did I miss anything?! I been here for an hour and I made sure to touch as many people as I could, but what if it ain’t enough?! What if all the people I came into contact left already?! Uuuurghh…!!” he frets manically over this, pinching his temples as his thoughts race. Then at last he freezes, and his relaxed posture returns.
“Don’t be stupid,” he admonishes himself, “It’s just an expression, they ain’t really atoms. They just people. Caught in the flow of fate, just like everybody. Does no good to worry over how things’ll turn out. Split ‘em up, cram ‘em together… It’s all the same at the End of Time…” Fully calmed down, he reaches for the microphone and leans into it.
Affecting an officious, professional tone, he speaks into the PA, “Attention, all convention-goers, attention all convention-goers. The Paulie Paul panel event will be commencing in ten minutes. Please proceed to the cordoned area in Hall D in an orderly fashion. Thank you.” Finished, he watches with satisfaction at the silent stampede that begins, which slams into the trio, tearing them apart.
He reaches into his front pocket and pulls out a pre-rolled spliff. He regards it for a moment, taking in the herbal scent, before shaking his head. “No, no… No time. Gotta work…” he says, getting up and leaving the security office, heading for the exhibit halls.
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