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triccina · 7 months

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What dialogues would Lua have if she was a MTAS npc?👀 Feel free to add as many lines as you want.

Thank you for Ask! 💞

I really enjoyed creating these lines of dialogue 💜

Introduction

Huh? You're new in town too? Good for you, I guess... Sorry for being rude. I'm Lua, your fellow builder. If you need anything, better ask to Mi-an. Don't trust what that old commissioner says. "President" is nonsense.

First Fireside Meeting

I find it interesting how this telesis speech always wins people's hearts. You weren't half bad either. I thought they'd throw a tomato at my face or something. Only Yan liked it. I guess I really need to work on my manners.

Acquaintance

The winds in Sandrock are so unpredictable! I mostly fail to predict sandstorms through the winds. In Highwind, it's much easier to know when it's going to rain or thunder.

Sandrock has so many lovely little street animals. If I didn't have other plans, I'd have taken them all to my workshop already.

There's a fine line between wanting to make money and wanting to laze around all day. Today is a perfect day for indulging in my laziness.

The research center director seems absent-minded, but he knows how to make our work easier. I knew him from the letters he used to send to my Pa when director was just a student. They both have the same research line about the old world's space technology.

Buddy

Hey, buddy! Found anything new in the ruins? We could go together someday! Don't worry, I'll bring any extra snacks we need! What do you like to eat? I can cook.

Oh man, Justice scolded me again because I accidentally, without intent, went into a place he told me was off-limits. Maybe I should work on my sneaking skills.

Hey sunshine. You're so radiant today. Your eyes shine like a supernova. It's so beautiful... You're blushing, that's cute. Don't worry, I'm just teasing you. But that doesn't mean I'm lying.

I don't miss Highwind that much. But one thing that saddens me is not being able to fly anymore. Feeling the wind on your face, adrenaline rushing through your veins. The feeling of freedom is unparalleled when you're in the sky.

Good Friends

You know, I don't usually tell people this. But when I was a kid, my best friend was a turtle named Deimos; he's my Pa's pet. I made helmets for him, and we played a lot. I named my workshop after him because he was my only company when I tried to disassemble and reassemble things my Ma brought from the ruins for me.

Did you know music boxes and pocket watches operate on the same principle?! A spiral spring assisting the movement of gears and a cord that defines both the music and the running time of the hands. I have some diagrams I drew myself if you want to build one.

My master Maxwell came to Sandrock as a builder when that Lou guy was the mayor; he helped build many things in the city. But the old man always spoke of the city with a certain regret. Now I understand why; progress ended up destroying Oasis a little more. I hope I can make a positive difference in Sandrock this time.

Birthday

My birthday? It's the thirteenth of fall. I like being born on this day; it's not too cold and not too hot. And the golden and red leaves make the landscape pleasant. Now that you know, I expect at least a gift, or we can just have a shot at the Saloon; that would be good too.

Day of Memories

You know, Day of Memories isn't just for people who are gone; it's also for people who are far away. I think I'll light one for my Ma and for my master this year.

Day of the Bright Sun

Huh? Why do I have this expression? Nobody is obligated to smile on every holiday that happens... Sorry. I just don't like this date very much.

Winter Solstice

I didn't think I'd stay in Sandrock this long. I hope the next year can be surprisingly good like this one was.

Gifts

Loves:

Weapon/pickhammer

Are you sure you want to give me this? They're very well made! I can't wait to test it! Thank you so, so much, builder.

Food

I'm definitely going to devour this. Thank you so much; it's my favorite food in the world. You're amazing!

Clocks

This model is amazing! I wonder if I can date the manufacturing? I can't believe it, builder! I'll be grateful for the rest of my life for this.

Neutral:

Thank you, I guess. Maybe I can make some money with this!... Did I say that too loud?

Dislikes:

Is this supposed to be a joke? If so, it was terrible. If not, you're an idiot. Get that out of my sight.

Romance

Accepting Confession:

I confess I was expecting something like this from you. So if you really feel that way, we can try to make it work.

Rejecting Confession:

I don't know if I have better words for this right now, but I'll try. Huh thank you, I'm flattered, but it won't work out.

Breaking Up:

Is this another one of our jokes or something? Got it. I should've known that these romantic nonsense things don't last a season.

Dialogue After Certain Missions

Qi and I spent the night mapping old world satellites and trying to find any traces of spaceships! Thank you for finding that super telescope.

I heard you and Mi-an renovated some things in the town; that was nice. Can you call me next time? I seem like I don't care, but I wanted to help these people more.

That sandwall is everything we could need! Heidi is a brilliant architect. We won't have to decrease production during sandstorms. You know what that means? More money.

#my time at sandrock #mtas oc #mtas lua #ask

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fangirl-ramblings · 3 years

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Pairing: Arthur Morgan x gn!reader

Summary: A return trip from Annesburg is about to change your life forever

Word count: 1520

Notes: CW: vague descriptions of wounds | Unsure how to tag this right now, Amensia Plot | Unbetaed [Any feedback is appreciated]

Tags for: @husbandits.

I was so excited when I saw that I was assigned to be your Secret Santa this year (even if i do still have a request I need to fulfill for you 🙈) I loved each item on your wishlist, but this one really jumped out at me.

"okay, so there was a post going around like last year i think where arthur had gotten amnesia and the reader took him in, and honestly i haven't been able to get it out of my head these past few months for some reason"

I couldn't find the original post you referred to, but a rough idea started to form in my head...The only problem is, this idea is so much bigger than the stories I usually write and I was starting to run out of time to get it posted for in time for the @rdr-secret-santa event (as you well know, I'm a slow writer) so...please accept my humble offering of the first chapter while I try chip away at the remaining parts.

The Best Kept Memories

[working title]

Chapter 1: Late 1899 [Oct/Nov]

All this commotion was frustrating to say the least; you'd arrived in Annesburg late yesterday afternoon, ready to pick up the supplies you'd needed to stock your cabin up with before the weather turned back into the harsh winter the Grizzlies were famous for. Despite arriving in town a good 30 mins before the train carrying your supplies from Saint Dennis was due in at the station, an hour later you were still standing on the platform waiting for it to suddenly come rumbling down the tracks.

"All the trains have been delayed you know" A local busybody informed you.

"Yeah, I kinda gathered," you politely replied - not really wanting to be drawn into conversation...too bad the older lady didn’t get the message.

"Talk is…" she leaned in close, as if she was sharing confidential intel that only you were to know about, "a bunch of degenerates living not too far from here, decided to rob one of the earlier trains coming up from city."

You found yourself rolling your eyes internally upon hearing this; you were aware the Murfree Brood were a sadistic bunch of murdering bastards, but from what you previously heard about them, they could barely care for and ride their horses, let alone plan to board and rob a moving train.

"Terrible affair I heard, seems they managed to make it all the way up towards Bacchus Bridge before…" she stopped mid-conversation, not because she ran out of gossip to share with you but she had noticed that the tracks began to rumble and the sound of a train's whistle could be heard approaching the station.

"Well, looks like the delay is finally over," you commented, pointing out the obvious.

"Oh do excuse me will you." You sighed with relief as you watched the woman move a little down the way, heading towards the train's engine to see if the driver had any updates of the goings on in Saint Dennis to share with her.

By the time you'd finished loading your wagon up, you were exhausted and couldn't face the thought of driving home through Roanoke Ridge in the dark, especially if the Murfree Brood were still loitering about. Looking down the main street you saw the local hotel had some vacancies and made the impulsive decision to spend the night in one of the rooms there, ready to feel refreshed in time for your morning ride home.

While it seemed like a very good idea at the time, you soon realised you'd made a huge mistake. After waking up and having a quick wash before getting dressed, you made your way back outside to find the most peculiar sight. The mining town of Annesburg, usually full of workers with dirt covered faces, wandering about in their equally filthy overalls, was now overrun by well dressed men in suits.

"They say they're Pinkertons." You overheard the gossiping woman that you encountered the previous night, telling her newly captive audience. "One of them told me personally that there was a gunfight up near Beaver Hollow."

"Well Eunice, I heard talk there was reports of those hooligans that they're after, fleeing into the night and the 'Pinkertons' had to chase them all over the Ridge well into the early hours of the morning," another lady informed her, looking super smug that she'd been able to provide some information that her friend wasn't already privy too.

"Well either way, several roads around the area have been blocked off by the men in suits." Eunice huffed before walking off, looking for a less informed person to chat too.

Shaking your head, you dismissed their talk as nothing but idle gossip and jumped up on your wagon, ready to head back home along one of the roads leading South.

"This road is closed," the well-suited man hissed as you approached the roadblock with your wagon. "I suggest you find another route."

"It wasn’t closed yesterday when I rode into town, any chance you could let me go past just this once?" you protested, not really knowing why you were bothering. His stony face told you this was not a man who had much compassion for others, but wanting to get back home before the storm brewing on the East side of the Lannahechee river rolled in, you persisted, "I can be home within the hour if you let me past, whereas the other route will take me twice as long - not to mention those treacherous mountain roads I'd be forced to travel along."

"I said, find...another...way" he growled at you, clenching his teeth as he emphasised each word.

"Fine," you sighed as you reversed your wagon and drove along the road heading north.

Even though this route would take you the better part of the day to get home, you didn't mind so much as you could take the time to enjoy the beautiful scenery of this part of the country, especially the area around the huge mountain that rudely stood directly in front of you.

Taking a left hand turn to finally head southwards; you trundled along, lost in a world of your own as you admired the red wildflowers that grew in abundance here. Making a mental note to maybe pick some up on your next visit up here, so you could liven your cabin up, you were shocked when your horse suddenly reared up, whinnying a distressed shrill.

"Hey now Ponos, what's to do with you?" you asked gently, hopping down off your wagon to assess the area around you. There was nothing obvious that you could see in the road, but out of the corner of your eye you noticed a flock of scavenger birds circling over something that must be hidden out of sight behind the giant rock to your right.

"Trust you to be scared of a half-eaten animal" you chuckled as you patted Ponos' neck in an effort to calm him down. A beautiful Chestnut coloured Belgian Draft, you'd named him after the Greek God of hard labour & toil and while you couldn’t fault his excellent work ethic and seemingly unlimited stamina, you soon realised why the stable owner had offered you such a cheap price for him all those years ago; this giant of a horse was easily spooked by the smallest of things.

After reaching up to grab your gun from underneath your seat, you started walking over to the most likely spot to investigate. If it was a fresh kill you had enough space on your wagon to throw the carcass on and take it home to make a nice meal or two out of.

Approaching the overgrowth behind the rock, the birds squawked and scattered when they realised that you were about to steal the meal they had their eyes on. Getting closer, you noticed a heaped mound laying there. Your mouth started to water as you realised whatever this was, it was certainly likely to be bigger than a rabbit and therefore would provide several tasty meals over the next few days. Using the barrel of your rifle, you cautiously moved apart the long grass, almost dropping your gun as you finally saw what was previously hidden.

Looking like death personified this was certainly no animal, but a seriously injured man. His poor face, gaunt, bloody and bruised. Judging by the shallow, laboured breaths you could see him trying to take, he was still alive - but only just.

"Sir? Sir? Can you hear me?" You asked, not really expecting a response but the almost corpse groaned and weakly nodded in response.

You glanced back at the grey clouds that had followed you on your journey from Annesburg, before looking back at this wretched soul. What was it your old pa used to tell you?

'There's never any harm in being a good Samaritan to those that need your help.'

Realising that you could never let yourself walk away and leave a healthy man to be stranded in a storm, let alone an almost dead one to succumb from his wounds, you quickly set your gun aside and placed his arms around your neck. Summoning all the strength you had, you somehow managed to pick the sandy-haired man up and manoeuvre him onto the back of your wagon.

"I live a short ride away, you’re welcome to rest there until you get your strength back up.” Unravelling a few pelts you had stored with the rest of your cargo, you tossed them over the injured man to help try to keep him warm.

"Sorry it's not very comfy but I guess it beats lying there in the cold waiting for the cruel embrace of death," you explained whilst taking out a carrot from your satchel to feed Ponos, in the hope he had gotten over his fear and was willing to continue your journey back home, “Tell me, do you have a name sir?”

Jumping back into the driver’s seat, you looked back over your shoulder, only to find your passenger had passed out.

#arthur morgan x reader #rdr2 fanfic #rdr secret santa 2020 #fangirl writes #(this techincally is still a work in progress so i may edit parts in the future

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theotherace · 3 years

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The Woman In The Caves Isn’t Real

This is a Work In Progress, but I haven’t posted any of my writing in a hot minute, so here we go.

–oOo–

Tulok had been a few months shy of a year when the woman in the caves had first started appearing, too small still to remember a time in which nobody whispered about her all autumn long, too young by far to remember the only time she’d stepped foot into any of their settlements.

Puja remembers, though, very well, and Akna does, too, for the most part, and Rupa pretends to, as well, just to hold it over his head like she always does with everything. They tell him about her ghostly eyes and strong step, and none of them insist she is a spirit, though many of the other children – and even some of the adults – do.

“They’re idiots”, Puja says, waving her hand and shaking her head when her friends tell scary stories and Tulok hides under her arm. “She was real, trust me.”

“Spirits are real”, he whispers with wide eyes.

“Course they are.”

She clucks her tongue.

“That’s not what I meant. Spirits are real in a diff’rent way than you and I, and she wasn’t. She belonged where we belong. But even if she’s a spirit, I don’t think she’s evil. She wouldn’t have minded her business in those caves for so long if she were.”

“Maybe she’s waitin’”, Ya drawls from the other side of their fire and wiggles his fingers. He’s grinning even as Puja shoots him an annoyed look. “The woman in the cold, dark caves. Waitin’ for just the right moment t’ strike, just the right person t’ enter her realm. Maybe she’s waitin’ for … you!”

And Akna jumps when his finger lands on her, even if she doesn’t believe in his stories, and Tulok buries himself deeper into Puja’s side.

“You’re terrible”, his middle sister grumbles.

Ya laughs.

“Just waitin’ for you t’ come t’ close to her caves, and then – bam! – she’ll suck you in and eat you up in a second.”

Akna sticks her tongue out at him.

“She’s not even a spirit.”

“Proof it, then.”

Which he shouldn’t have said, for Tulok’s sake if not for anyone else’s.

Because of course she hears him, smirking still, and immediately decides that is just what she needs to and wants to and will do, and she can’t go alone, of course not. She has to drag Puja with her, who’s supposed to be watching Tulok and also can’t say no.

So, that’s what they do the next day, Akna walking in the front, Puja behind her with a whining Tulok on her back, and Rupa behind them, because she refuses to be left behind, refuses to be left out.

Their mother isn’t home to stop them, somewhere on her own trek through the swamp to find an exceedingly rare herb, and their father hasn’t been home for months, though he should be back soon, and Tulok, hanging from his sister’s back, wishes not for the first time that Pa would’ve taken them with him.

They wouldn’t be chasing spirits, then, and he really would’ve liked to see the snow.

“Can’ we just go home?”, he whines.

“No”, Akna says.

“We coulda just left you home”, Rupa says.

“Nu-uh, you couldn’.”

“Yeah, we could.”

“Mama would be angry with you.”

“Mama’s not here.”

“Enough”, Puja says, because her brother’s yammering is very loud in her ear, and shuts them both right up. “We’re all going, we’ll find probably nothing or an old woman, which is basically the same, and then we’ll be back home before Mama’s back. Easy’s that.”

“I don’ wanna go.”

“Yeah, you said, Tu. You’re going, though, and there’s no reason to be scared, okay? There’s no evil spirit.”

“But–”

“But if there is, we’ll protect you.”

She sighs.

“Right, guys?”

“Speak for yourself”, Rupa mumbles, and Akna snorts, but says: “Obviously we will. Rupa, too.”

Tulok tightens his grip on Puja’s neck, pouting, and though she grunts, she doesn’t protest, even as his chin digs into her shoulder, deep and deeper with each step they wade further through the murky waters of their home. His eyes are drooping soon, the slow sway of his sister’s steps lulling him into a light almost-sleep. He can hear Akna humming still, but he doesn’t know that it is Akna humming, can hear a bird screaming behind them, but doesn’t remember its name.

He’s good at remembering, usually, at recognizing, he listens when his mother talks and tells him which animal to avoid, which plants not to touch, which parts of the swamp better not to step foot in. Some of them are more dangerous for the unformed mind – and sometimes anybody – than others, and children are taught early, lest they be lured away by a restless spirit or a stray thought.

Rupa groans.

The boy blinks.

“Are we there yet?”, Rupa whines and Tulok yawns.

“You’d know it if we were.”

“Not long anymore, though.”

So they trudge on, past high trees, all the same at first glance, through seemingly endless green, but they have never seen anything but this, never been surrounded by anything but green and same-trees, so where a stranger might get lost and turned around, they know exactly where to set their feet.

Tulok wonders for how long he’d dozed off when, true to his sister’s words, the caves come into view not fifteen minutes later, or that’s how much time he guesses has passed, anyway, and something tugs on his heart, and his stomach twists.

“I wanna go home”, he says, and means it, tugging on Puja’s hair.

“We’re here now”, she retorts, not unkindly, but certainly annoyed.

She lets go of his legs and he dangles from her back from a second in surprise before falling to his feet and crossing his arms over a scrawny chest, pouting once more.

“I won’ go in.”

“You don’t hafta, chicken”, Akna says and pats his head even as he tries to duck her hand. “Just wait here, and be our look-out.”

“I’m not a chicken!”

“Yeah, you are.”

“Nu-uh!”

“Yu-uh!”

“Nu-”

“Do you wanna be look-out or not?”

Akna raises her eyebrows, and then a second later, so does Rupa, as Puja rolls her eyes in exasperation like only an older sister could.

“I wanna go home.”

Arms still crossed, he glowers up at them, and from within the caves, someone calls for him – something, something, there is no one in there, and maybe even nothing –, so he shuffles from foot to foot, just a little, undermining his would-be stern demeanor; not that any of his sisters care, either way.

“I feel weird.”

“Go behind a tree.”

“Not like that.”

He stomps a foot.

Rupa rolls her eyes.

“Just wait out here”, Puja says. “We’ll be back in a minute, promise.”

They’re not.

Of course not.

Big sisters can’t be trusted.

He watches them walk into the cave and be swallowed by shadows just a moment later, and then he stands and waits and stands some more, and time passes, a lot of it, minutes and minutes, more than one definitely, hours, probably, and they don’t step out of the cave again.

He hasn’t heard their steps echoing from the stone walls in forever.

He doesn’t want to go in after them, doesn’t want to give into the tugging, the pulling, the call of the caves, but when an hour has ticked by – or five minutes, but what difference is there between the two in the mind of a nervous young boy –, he does.

Straightens his back, calls out for his sisters once, and then enters the caves.

Darkness envelopes him soon.

Sooner, still, the path before him forks.

Always go left in a labyrinth, Uncle Due says, and this is as close to a labyrinth as Tulok has come in his life, so he thinks for a moment which hands he uses to hold his spoon and then turns that way.

His fingers brush along the clammy walls, the only thing guiding him, and his heart drums in his throat, his body vibrates.

He doesn’t like these caves.

Maybe this is exactly where he needs to be.

“Rupa?”, he calls, too nervous to shout, and his voice bounces from the walls, shakier with each echo. “Akna? Are you here? Puja? Hello?”

He stands and blinks and scratches at the wall, collecting dirt under his nail.

Pa would make him clean his hands long and hard before dinner if he were here.

Mama won’t care; a bit of dirt cleans the stomach.

Right now, he’s half-sure he won’t ever eat dinner again, so it doesn’t matter, either way. He’s already hopelessly lost in the darkness, he won’t ever leave this cave again.

“Hello?”, he says again.

And jumps when an old voice replies.

“And who would you be, little one?”

His eyes take a moment longer to catch who’s spoken and they widen considerably once they have landed on the woman not too far down the path, not much more than a silhouette in here.

“The Lady in the Caves”, he breathes.

#atla #avatar: the last airbender #original character #original characters #oc avatar tulok #oc puja #oc akna #oc rupa #foggy swamp #foggy swamp tribe #foggy swamp avatar #toph #toph beifong #is the the lady in the caves #like if that wasn't clear which maybe it isn't if you're new to my blog #but yeah #spirit!toph

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rpmemesbyarat · 3 years

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RP Meme Lines from "AHS: Coven" Episode 9: "Head"

You get a little older, we'll add a little hooch in there.

That will really keep us warm.

There's nothing to be nervous about.

Keep your hands steady.

Just like we practiced on the range.

I don't wanna miss.

I was the same way when I was your age. Worse, even.

I couldn't keep my breakfast down. Ruined my shirt.

We've been hunters for generations.

You stay here.

You'll get a clean shot.

Put her down!

No mercy. Never forget what they are.

We need to talk.

You and I ain't got nothing to say to each other.

Take your skinny ass and that filthy thing and get out.

You don't wanna talk to me? Fine.

I won't be long.

This better be good.

That one you can keep.

What makes you think I want it?

Why'd you keep her around?

She amused me.

You thought you could use her as a bargaining chip.

What'd she say? I can't hear.

You shut up.

I came here to talk terms.

You think it's so easy. Stroll in here and expect we gonna fix this truce?

Oh, to hell with the truce.

What I'm looking for is an alliance.

Are you insane?

I told you to shut up.

You can't trust them as far as you can spit.

Now, we need to stop this petty quarreling.

We've got bigger problems than what goes on between us.

How many dead?

This concerns you and your people as much as it does mine.

You're making a mistake.

I can live with that. Not too sure about you, though.

Can't protect your own and expect me to do it for you.

You're kidding yourself if you think that after they're done with us,they're not coming after you.

I'll fret about that when the time come.

Right after I pop the champagne.

Take this filthy thing out back and burn it.

I don't ever wanna see it again.

Sweet release. At long last.

Could people please not move things?

Let me do it. It's my mess.

I need to say something, or I'll simply explode.

I need to know for certain that you don't think I did this to you.

You were like a baby bird pushed too soon from the nest.

Will you be my mother now?

I've always loved you like a daughter.

Wrap your arms around me, dear girl.

I don't need magic to tell me what I already know.

I know you would never hurt me.

I never doubted you for a second.

I thought you were in Europe.

Nothing a few silver bullets couldn't take care of.

A lot of things have happened. Some of them out of my control.

You don't take initiative, [NAME].

You follow orders.

Your only job is to gather intelligence.

You don't get your hands dirty.

You're the man on the inside.

Don't think.

You'll just end up getting somebody killed.

I'm much more capable than you think.

An innocent desk clerk and a maid lost their lives because you were sloppy.

Your recklessness puts everything we've worked for at risk.

The hunt isn't only about the kill.

A good hunter stalks his prey with care and only strikes when the time is right.

We need you back inside that house.

Tell me you don't actually have feelings for her.

You haven't forgotten what she is?

I'm part of a sacred order.

Don't think I don't appreciate the sacrifices you've made.

I know how confusing it can be to pretend to love someone who's your enemy.

What a marvelous invention.

So before we move on to our lobster bouquetière a little melon ball palate cleanser.

Should we be looking into it?

Selling it, perhaps?

Forgiveness is and always will be the high road, the preferred road.

Would that we had such luxury.

Not to worry. It's just a bit of monkshood in your balls. Causes temporary paralysis.

It's supposed to be quite terrifying. Is it?

Are you terrified? You should be.

At any rate, I'm not going to kill you. Well, maybe after dessert.

I put a lot of effort into the key lime pie.

I do love a key lime pie, even more than an île flottante.

I was never worried you'd be hapless enough to try.

[NAME], you're a fatuous fool and a drunk!

You're weak-willed, boring, and your fashion faux pas give me nightmares.

I know you had the best of intentions but you could've asked me first.

There are secrets in the flames, and I came back with more than a few.

Why do they look so familiar? The generous donors wish to remain anonymous.

Hurl your baseless accusations. They have no power now.

You're the one that should be put to the stake.

You were the one found guilty of a capital crime.

I could have you banished.

You wouldn't dare.

I hear they're not seeing anyone right now.

Stop it! Stop it right now.

The real danger is outside these doors, not inside.

I'm tired. I need to lie down.

It's dangerous out there.

We'll see to absolutely everything.

Hug me again.

Why don't you go tell someone?

Ugh, sick people really gross me out.

We've been looking everywhere for you.

Who said you could come in here?

Get out before I call security.

You brought this darkness into my home.

When did he tell you that?

You're a liar. Or a lunatic.

I don't believe it.

You're mocking my grief.

That proves you're a fraud.

How can you know that?

She doesn't deserve your help.

You bring nibbles? I'm starving.

Time for some sensitivity training.

What fresh hell is this?

I wanna die. I'm ready.

So we're gonna have a little film festival.

No, wait a minute.

What's happening to me?

You're feeling the wrath of broken promises.

Oh, wow, that's some stinky shit.

Now, you never use this unless under extreme circumstances.

Hey, can I try the incantation this time?

Damn. That is so cool.

We make a great team.

You're such an awesome leader

I've got so much to learn from you.

I meant to change the locks.

Let go of me.

I said, let go.

You're drunk.

I needed the courage to come back.

Can you see my heart? Can you see it's bleeding? That I'm living in a hell of regret and remorse? That my life has no meaning without you?

Can we have this conversation alone, please?

I've told you how I feel.

Take your stuff and leave.

No, I'm not going anywhere.

I'm filing for divorce.

All I want is to protect you.

Your shit's in a box in the closet. Get it and then get out.

You got a dog?

You hate animals, and all other living things.

We needed some protection around here.

Why do you think I came back?

Females are more loyal and aggressive when it comes to protecting their families.

What's in there?

You have to leave now.

I'm not certain

I know how to thank you.

I'm sure this isn't enough, but in truth, nothing could ever be enough.

You've given me a gift that can never be repaid.

I confess I had dark moments.

The thought of losing my son shook me to the core.

I questioned my faith in the Almighty.

Why does he say that?

God knows all.

I can't accept that.

I wanna be a good father.

We're done. Maybe one day you'll understand.

You knew you'd get away with it.

My turn.

Now it's your turn.

Like to play another hand?

Yeah, you just keep dealing till I win my money back.

What did you do to him?

What we need is a guard dog, one who will attack on command.

You kept your eyes closed your entire life.

What is that heinous caterwauling?

If this doesn't touch your soul, you don't have one.

When will my perdition end?

I gotta go.

Sit your ass down and get yourself to work.

Go back to sleep, baby.

Go back to sleep.

#rp memes #rp starters #rp meme #roleplay memes #roleplay meme #roleplay starters #ahs coven #ahs

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nervous-ninja · 4 years

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Kind of a part one of a one-shot. The second part of this is currently locked on a bricked coputer that I am hoping to be able to recover before I start rewriting it.

Forgive me, I have not written like this in a long time. This is entirely for fun so not to be taken too seriously.

Mew was trying for very hard to convince himself everything was fine. It wasn’t fine.

“Cut!” Pique, the director, called out. “Again please.”

Another take. Mew took a deep breath and exhaled slowly though his nose. The scene that should have easily been done in two takes had somehow dragged into double digits. There wasn’t anything complicated or difficult about it. A short and simple shot of Tharn and Type at home in the evening. Type was supposed hold Tharn’s face, “I missed you” he would say, then cue a kiss. Nothing overly intense or complicated. A scene of domesticity punctuated by a kiss to communicate the particular sense of comfort and familiarity, the way messy and clumsy passions of early relationships ebb into something more deeply rooted, familiar, uncomplicated….

“Goddamnit!” Gulf cursed and let go of Mew’s face.

“Cut!” The director called again and an audible collective grunt of frustration resounded through the set. “OK everyone, let’s take five.”

Gulf slumped over, his face buried in his hands to muffle a flurry of mild curses, his right leg rapidly tapping the ground.

“Hey…Nong” Mew began, instinctively reaching a hand to rest on Gulf’s back, but his next words stuck in his throat as Gulf recoiled from him and abruptly stood up. Without thinking Mew grabbed his wrist. “Gulf!” he exclaimed, his voice a lot louder than he meant it to be.

The younger man hesitated. He stared at Mew’s hand on his wrist as if at some strange animal. It occurred to Mew then that the whole set had gone quiet and were conspicuously avoiding looking in their directions. “Let go please, Phi” Gulf said stiffly without meeting Mew’s eyes. His tone so uncharacteristically cold that Mew, startled, complied. He watched wide eyed as Gulf stormed off towards Mame and Pique.

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For three days Mew tried to convince himself there was nothing wrong and that he simply needed to stop overthinking things. When Gulf’s responses to his LINE messages became unusually short and perfunctory, single word answers, punctuated by long, painful waiting for any reply at all that sent Mew’s stomach into knots, Mew told himself it was fine. They were busy after all. Busier than they had ever been. More and more they were each branching out on their own. Between that and the shooting starting for season 2 they barely had time to catch their break. Mew himself had been more tired than usual. That’s all it was. It had to be.

When every call made went to voicemail and every attempt to do a video chat was rejected with a polite reason through text, like:

-- Sorry Phi, still at dance practice; Sorry Phi, dinner with family; Sorry Phi, need to sleep -- Mew told himself these were all perfectly reasonable excuses. Reasons, rather. They were very good reasons.

Don’t overthink it, he told himself again and again, even as found it harderand harder to eat. You know him. You trust him. He kept reminding himself as he compulsively shut down and restarting his LINE app just in case.

If something was wrong he would tell you. He tried to convince himself even as the lump in his throat became a rock in his chest and kept him awake and tossing into early hours of the morning.

Calm down. He urged himself even as he rewound days and weeks in his head looking for clues to what he might have done to cause this. Terrified he missed something crucial. Terrified he messed up...again. Three whole days of this.

Last night as he lay awake at 2am he tried to convince himself it would all be fine. It was just that they hadn’t seen each other in far longer than any other time since they start their roles as Tharn and Type. He missed Gulf. He was looking forward to the next few days of shooting. They were scheduled to be on set together the whole time. Once they saw each other finally things would be like before. He couldn’t wait to fall back into their familiar patterns: their teasing and laughter, the way they always knew what the other was thinking with a single look, the easy way they fell into and around each other and how those moments felt like home. There were other things he looked forward to, things he often stopped short of dwelling on because these thoughts lead to rooms in Mews heart he wasn’t strong enough to go looking in, like:

The way they sometime abandoned themselves to their roles until the roles just became convenient excuses for….

Gulf’s over eager, hungry kisses that Mew relished and reigned in with reluctance before he lost himself completely and….

The way his Nong shyly broke eye contact after an intimate scene because the feeling overwhelmed him and it was all Mew could do not to…

He shook his head to clear it.

It was nearly 4 am by the time he finally fell asleep. Though calling what he did sleep would be somewhat generous.

In the morning Mew dragged himself to set. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this tired. For a moment he thought only of finding Gulf and taking him into his arms. This eagerness was quickly replaced by dread when he finally found him, but instead of coming to meet him, Gulf turned around and walked out of the room.

When they were finally all but forced to be face to face because that is what the scene called for, Gulf greeted Mew with all the warmth one might show a store clerk. Yet still, Mew told himself that he was reading too much into things. He tried to ignore the way his head ached, and his jaw tightened and his heart lurched when Gulf stiffened the first time Mew tried to touch him.

Whatever flimsy wall of denial Mew had tried so desperately to build up till now had crumbled into a pathetic heap as pulled away from him with again.

Something was wrong. Undeniably, unmistakably wrong.

“Wait!” Mew shot up and quickly closed the distance between them, interrupting the conversation Gulf was having with the director and Mame. He saw them both notice the way Gulf stepped back from him when he came close and it was all he could do not to panic. “Um, can you give us a second?” He asked politely of the two seniors.

“Will you tell me what the hell is going on?” Mew demanded, as soon as he felt they were out of earshot. The pleading in his own voice surprised him. “Would you look at me, please?” he added, fighting to restrain the tremor in his voice as he fought the muscle memory to reach out to him.

Finally Gulf raised his eyes and for a moment Mew thought he saw Gulf’s face soften before he seemed to recover himself.

“Nothing is going on. I asked if I can have a few minutes with the acting coach.” Gulf replied with feigned ease. Then, as if remembering, “You did great today.” he added and made such a poor attempt at a casual smile that Mew would have laughed if it hadn’t felt like a punch to the gut to realise Gulf, his Gulf, was lying to him. Mew opened his mouth to speak but could find now words. Before Mew could protest, Gulf turned and walked off the set.

“Mew?”

It was P’Mame. She looked concerned.

“You ok?” She asked “I’ve been calling your name.” She said. “You’ve just been…standing there for a solid minute.” She added carefully.

“Oh. Sorry. Yes I’m fine.” Mew gave a quick bow. “What’s going on?”

“Did N’Gulf tell you already?” She asked.

“Tell me what?” Mew asked, running a shaky hand through his hair. He was beginning to be very tired of being confused.

“We are not going to do any more takes of this scene today. He asked if we could shoot this one tomorrow.” She glanced at her watch “Since we don’t have a lot of time left today for anything else, P’Pique wants to do a few pickup shots of you from Scene 14. Is that alright?”

Mew looked at her for a moment, his mind turning over the last few minutes, waiting any of this to make sense and for the rushing pounding of blood in his ears to subside.

“N’Mew? Are you sure you’re ok?” She asked gently, putting a hand on his arm.

“Yes. Fine. Of course.” Mew stuttered a reply.

When Mame narrowed her eyes at him and did not let go he tried again.

“I’m fine. Really. Just…you know…. “ He trailed off hoping she would fill in the blanks and flashed what he hoped was a reassuring smile. He couldn’t be sure, but her expression suggested that whatever he looked like, reassuring was far from it.

“Really. Just tired.” He said awkwardly. “I’ll go change now.”

“OK. One of the PAs will get you in five minutes for makeup.” She said, resigned.

Mew was grateful that these were only pick up shots. He tried to focus on the work and fought the urge to keep looking around or checking his phone every chance he got. Gulf never came back on set. As soon as Pique called it a day Mew catapulted off, rushing through his thank you’s, apologies and goodnights. He caught one of the PAs as she rushed passed him.

“Excuse me, Phi. Did N’Gulf go back already?” he asked her.

“I don’t think so. He was back there with P’Mame watching the dailies last I checked” She replied,nodding in the direction of the editing room. When Mew got there, the room was empty.

There were no messages from Gulf and for a moment Mew reached for anger to try and dull the ache that was quickly becoming too steady in his chest. It hurt less to be angry. It worked for only a moment. When he saw no sign of Gulf’s things in the dressing area either, the anger he was holding on to gave way to simple, clear, sharp dread.

He paced the room as he dialled Gulf’s number. The call went straight to voicemail. Fuck. Mew thought

-- Mew: We need to talk.

He quickly typed into LINE and watched the message status change to read. He waited. Deciding suddenly to sit down before standing up again almost immediately. Time seemed to slow to a crawl.

-- Mew: I can’t make it right if I don’t know what I did. He added when he could no longer bear the wait. Seconds felt like hours.

The “read” confirmation hung there, mocking him.

He was about to send a more colourfully worded message when he saw the indicator that Gulf was typing a response.

-- Gulf: Can I stay at yours tonight?

Mew blinked in confusion and reread the message. “Gulf.” he groaned with annoyance.

-- Mew: We. Need. To. Talk.

He replied. This time the answer came quickly.

-- Gulf: Not like this. Tonight. Can I?

Well, Mew thought, at least they were getting somewhere.

-- Mew: Yes. Fine. Where are you?

-- Gulf: In the car. I took your keys.

Mew shoved tomorrow’s call sheet into his bag and all but ran towards the parking lot.

To be continued....

Update: part 2 now available here

#mewgulf #fanfic

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johannstutt413 · 4 years

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“Poppy!” Orchid called from the kitchen. “Breakfast!”

Popukar bounced from the hallway into the dining room, chainsaw on her back. “I’m here!...Where’s breakfast?”

“Still working on it!” Midnight replied, flipping pancakes while Orchid was decorating a few he’d already made.

“Okay.” She wandered off to the living room, where Catapult and Spot were watching anime. “Are you eating with us today, Cat?”

Catapult shrugged. “Midnight’s a good enough cook, so why not? You, Spot?”

“Orchid promised to style my hair if I did.”

“Yay!” Popukar sat between them on the couch, her chainsaw swinging dangerously close to both their heads from the shaky binding. “Oooh, are there any more toys in the machine, Spot?”

He shrugged. “Maybe. Check after breakfast.”

“But what if I want to now?”

“Then you’d be missing breakfast!” Midnight set three plates on the bar looking into the kitchen. “Let us know if you want more; pan’s still hot, and we’ve got batter to spare.”

As the trio took their seats, Catapult smirked. “You really outdid yourself this morning, Mrs. Orchid.”

“I’m still a miss until there’s a ring on this finger, and I don’t appreciate the sarcasm,” she replied.

“What sarcasm? I meant it; never seen my camo on a pancake in jam before.” She cut into her three-high stack and took a bite. “Tastes perfect, too.”

Midnight bowed. “My pleasure. Spot, Poppy, any opinions?”

“You two are a better team than my parents ever were,” the Rebbah complimented as he folded his superhero sigil in on itself and bit into it like a sandwich.

“Same here!” Poppy, whose pancakes were already cut into pieces so she wouldn’t try to use her chainsaw, was beaming as she shoveled bite after bite down the hatch. “Can we make cookies later, Miss Orchid?”

She nodded. “Sure, Poppy. Everyone done? Wow, that was fast...And no one wants seconds?”

“Three’s good for me. See you later.” Catapult swung off her stool and headed for the door; she had a date to keep, and for once, she cared about not being late.

“Same here.” Spot followed after her. “Hey, Orchid, I’m going to the store today for some more thread, so can I take a rain check on that hair appointment?”

She flashed him a thumbs-up. “Just let me know. Thanks for staying.”

“Can’t disappoint Poppy.” He patted her head as he walked past her to make his date with Closure’s shop.

“And then there was one.” Midnight smiled, leaning against the stove. “Any plans today, Poppy?”

She nodded. “I’m going to get the new toys, and then I’m gonna make cookies with Miss Orchid, and then...I’ll find something.”

“Well, enjoy yourself...I know I will.” Once Popukar was out of earshot, making her way to A6’s personal gacha, he made himself a couple extra-crispy pancakes, took the pan off the stove, and walked with Orchid over to the couch, where the TV was still chattering in another language with subtitles below.

“We really are a family now, aren’t we?” She switched over to the news. “Also, these pancakes are fantastic. Did you do a lot of cooking as a host?”

He shrugged. “Simply one of my many additional services. All free for you, of course, dear.”

“Even if they weren’t, I know just how to pay you back.” The Liberi gave him a peck on the cheek before returning to the six pa- scratch that, the five-pancake stack she’d grabbed for herself.

“Another satisfied customer,” he smiled, happy as a clam. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were eating for two, but you really enjoy my cooking this much?”

She stopped mid-bite, realizing she’d forgotten to tell him. “Actually, um...I am eating for two.”

“Wait, since when?”

“Well, you remember a month ago, when we had that incident our second night together? Turns out it did break after all.”

Midnight sunk into his couch cushions. “That’s...I don’t know what to say.”

“I thought I’d already said something, but I guess I got caught up with catching up on work?” Orchid sighed. “You don’t mind if we keep them, do you?”

“...I never thought I’d say this to someone, but I’m almost looking forward to raising a kid with you Shouldn’t be too much different than what we’re already doing, right?”

She laughed. “That’s more like adoption; this one will have a few more steps to it, trust me.”

“We’ll cross those bridges as they come.” His brow furrowed. “I need to go to the store myself today.”

“Oh? We’re good on groceries, aren’t we?”

Midnight smiled. “Not that part of the store, darling...I’ll head out after we eat lunch.”

“Okay, keep your secrets, then.” Orchid looked back at the kitchen. “Do you think the pan’s still hot enough for another couple of pancakes?”

“I’ll get the batter back out. Another three?” He’d stood up as soon as he saw her turn that direction.

She smiled. “Thank you dear. Oh, one more thing!”

“Yes?” He turned, both plates in hand. “How else may I be of service?”

“Oh, nothing like that. Just wanted to remind you.” Orchid followed after Midnight for a kiss, which he gave freely.

Meanwhile, from outside their shared quarters, two pairs of eyes, and one with an eyepatch over their left, were watching from the not-quite-closed front door. They’d never tell their new parental figures in person...but they were happy for them.

#arknights #midnight (arknights)#orchid (arknights)#spot (arknights)#catapult (arknights)#popukar (arknights)#this reminds me i need to do stories for orchid and catapult x doc #and if anyone shows an interest i'll do one for spot x doc too #found families are an amazing thing #as someone with two step-parents it really hits home for me #and the idea of midnight and orchid taking the 'team mom and dad' thing seriously really appeals to me as a result #arknights fic

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corvid-lullaby · 4 years

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FFxivWrite: Prompt #2 Sway ~ Sway of the Heart

Characters: Nishiki, Kiryu, Kazama, oc Warnings: None Relationships: NiShikiya (Nishiki x Nishiki Y1 aka Shikiya), Slight/Platonic NishiKiryu (Nishiki x Kiryu) Notes: Primarily based in the past Word Count: 1,346 FFxivWrite2020 Master Post

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“Yo, don’t talk shit about my old man, okay?” the koi said in aggravation.

Nishiki groaned while rubbing at between his brows with an index and thumb. He leaned back against the school seat he had claimed for the past season, while letting his feet sit crossed over his desk. A simple, small juice box was dangling by the straw, which he lazily sipped the sweet currant juice from. The young high-schooler was giving his class mate a half-lidded, annoyed look.

“Look. I’m just sayin’ I find it kinda weird. Your birthday was yesterday-”

“Yeah yeah, he just forgot is all. Stop worrying your little head over it, Michi.”

A deep sigh, but from the smaller, dark haired boy. Michi brushed some of his simple, medium length hair behind his ear before moving to sit on the right side’s edge of Nishiki’s desk. With his arms folded on his lap, he turned his head to look at his classmate solemnly. Although, there was a deep undertone of pity in his darker blue eyes.

As for the young koi, he gave an over-animated shrug. The dangling juice box started to rattle and bubble with the last sip, where it would be snatched and haphazardly tossed onto his desk’s surface. Nishiki was obviously becoming aggravated with his friend’s nose prodding around. “Listen. Kazama is a really busy guy. I can’t expect him to keep tabs on all of us like that. It happens every year anyway, and he tries to make up for it-”

“with some small amount of cash he personally tells you to just take out of his wallet,” Michi finished, without bothering to hold back the attitude in his words. He meant well, Nishiki knew, but the subject was something Nishiki preferred to avoid. The nose on the koi’s face wrinkled. He couldn’t help but turn his head to look out the window his desk conveniently was placed against.

The conversation ended as thus. Eventually Michi gave up within the silence between the two, where he returned to his seat before class began again.

Later, the fated koi returned to the orphanage. With how stressful the air was at school, he couldn’t be happier to be back home today. That was said through his large, goofy grin that was plastered onto his face, and how he excitedly tossed off his shoes, and even how he was almost skipping down the hall. Just around the corner, just as he expected, Kiryu was standing in the dining area. He looked exhausted, but that was normal around this time.

“Hey, bro! How’d training go?” Of course Nishiki was happy to see him, even when he was still damp with sweat in his martial arts uniform. He even threw an arm over the other’s shoulders Sure, the koi was a bit popular at school, but none of his friends there held the same close bond he had with his adopted sibling. Kiryu wasn’t only his brother, he was his very best buddy. Someone that he trusts and loves deeply.

The sudden weight thrown over his shoulder caused Kiryu to grunt and his body to shift to support that weight. “Ah! It went about as well as expected I guess? Kazama is pretty ruthless in his training.” The young dragon paused, rubbing at his own chin in thought. “Oh yeah! He wanted to see you whenever. I think he’s in his office?”

“Oh yeah!?” Of course he was excited! His surrogate father often forgot about his birthday, but wanting to see him the very next day was something unheard of. It usually took several days to a week. This soon-ness was very different, and, to Nishiki, a good sign.

Being even more chipper, he went to Kazama’s office. Nishiki wasn’t quick to knock, instead taking a moment to listen if it was even alright to at first. He heard some rummaging, but no mumbles of talking, so he assumed it safe. He knocked, which was quickly followed up by his pa’s rather straight and flat voice, “Come in.” The koi hoped he wasn’t interrupting anything, where the other’s voice raised the suspicion that he had.

Upon entering, Nishiki confirmed that he had. In a way, anyway. Kazama was at his desk with a phone against his ear, which was tucked between face and shoulder. He looked up at the entering Koi, who bowed politely towards him, offered a half-hearted smile, and returned his attention to the papers on his desk. After a moment of scribbling, the back of the pen in his hand jabbed once towards the other end of his desk. There, a single bill sat. Nishiki took it, bowed in thanks again, and left.

After leaving and shutting the door behind himself, the young man stood there. The bill was stretched open. One thousand yen, which was the typical number. Michi’s worrying from earlier today came to memory. Why did he feel compelled to grasp onto some hope that his foster father would have done something a little different this time? He wasn’t sure. He was more concentrated on trying not to think about the more thoughtful gifts and actions his adopted sibling, Kiryu, got instead. Nishiki couldn’t help but let out a deep, shaky sigh.

Mumbling began to be heard from the office behind him.

“Hello? Ah, finally. I was getting ready to give up. Sorry I couldn’t call yesterday. There was business with Kiryu that needed attending to.”

A prick was felt. Yesterday was Nishiki’s birthday. The conversation continued.

“.... Mhmm. It’s about him, of course--No, not Nishiki. He’s never been fit for this sort of thing. Do me a favour and set up an appointment for Kiryu and I, will you?...”

The words started to get foggy. Even the bill in front of Nishiki started to look blurry. He had always been living in willful ignorance and denial, but this was something he was unable to ignore or convince himself otherwise. It was the first time he truly felt a darkness begin to stir in his heart.

With brows furrowed, he made his way back to the dining room. Kiryu was still there, but looking more refreshed and in regular day clothing. Miss matching in style of course. Kiryu was never great at fashion anyway, but seeing it now brought a small grin to Nishiki’s face.

“Oh hey! About time. Did you wanna go out for some ice cream?” Kiryu was always uncanny with his timing on his ability to cheer someone up unintentionally. Nishiki’s grin widened. He couldn’t help but agree. Why wouldn’t he agree to it?

Upon leaving, the koi did pause in the front yard. He turned and looked upwards at a window on the second floor. It was to Kazama’s office, where he could faintly make out the man still diligently working at his desk. That strange and alien tinge of something horrible returned to his chest. Trying to ignore it, he turned and went scampering after Kiryu.

‘I told you to stop fucking digging in there, man. It isn’t healthy.’

A few blinks and reality returned to him, thanks to that comforting voice at the back of his mind. Within his vision was an all too familiar grave.

‘Yo you’re even going white knuckled there. Cut it out and leave it already. Neither of us needs that sort of shit anymore.’

“Hm. I suppose you’re right, Nishiki,” the ex-patriarch replied with a faint hint of emotional exhaustion. Shikiya’s gaze lowered to a mixed bouquet of sunflowers and miscellaneous white flowers. Having split personalities did have its conveniences. In this case, one protecting the other, although it was more for the sake of both of them. Turning away from Kazama’s grave, Shiki took the bouquet with him. He had the intention of leaving them, but decided otherwise.

‘Hey, I think you forgot something,’ Nishiki quickly pointed out.

“Did I? I thought they would be happier in a vase at home. They’er more suited to be with you, and I have a feeling they would be happier that way, too.”

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themulberrytree · 4 years

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character sheet.

full name: Shallan Davar pronunciation: Sha-Lahn Dah-var (fuck IPA i am not doing that shit again)

nicknames: strong one (by hoid), love, dear (by adolin), storming woman (mostly by kaladin)

height: 5′6″ age: 19/20 (rosharan years) / 21-22 (earth years) zodiac: gemini (donut ask me when her bday is i donut have a date yet) languages: (spoken/written): veden (native), alethi, azish, selay (moderate skill in speaking only) thaylen (reading/writing only).

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS.

hair colour: rich, deep red, only red. eye colour: bright blue skin tone: shallan is very fair, though she spends as much time in the sun as she can, so her face is dusted with freckles. body type: slim and slender. unlike the curvaceous body type often seen on alethi women, shallan is much smaller both in figure and stature. she could be mistaken for delicate, at first glance. as she spends more time training with her blade, her body becomes much more defined and muscular, but she will never achieve any kind of bulky muscles, she simply does not have the body type.

accent: her natural veder accent would be considered low, given shallan’s isolation out in the countryside. she can speak in a more posh (re: acceptable) accent, but she has little reason to do so. dominant hand: right posture: shallan has the posture of a perfect vorin lady, back straight and shoulders back at all times. when sitting, her freehand always covers her safehand, placed delicately in her lap unless she is sketching. when walking, her hands are clasped in front of her. she is rarely animated in her posture when speaking, and depending on her company, she works hard to blend in. when alone, shallan may slouch when studying, or do her work in a very unlady like fashion on her bed. if she trusts her present company, they may witness this lapse in acceptable posture, but only if she trusts them.

CHILDHOOD.

place of birth: jah kaved hometown: some hick town in the middle of the countryside. birth weight / height: 6 pounds, 3 ounces. 18 inches. manner of birth: natural first words: pa siblings: (all elder, all brothers) helaran, balat, twins: wikim and jushu parents: lin davar, and an unnamed mother, malise davar (step mother), all deceased. parental involvement: shallan remembers a somewhat happy childhood (although the likelihood of that being the case is up for debate). her mother taught her how to draw, and was in charge of shallan’s education in the early years. much of her early years have been forgotten due to the trauma of shallan’s witnessing (see: committing) her mother’s murder. she did not speak at all for half a year afterwards. from that point on, her father became overbearing, and with each year he was less of the man shallan had first known. he was violent towards two of her brothers and the servants, often scaring away tutors, so shallan’s education in those critical years was sporadic at best. her father demanded complete obedience, and any deviation on her part meant that a servant got beaten in her place. in order to spare them and placate her father, shallan worked hard to draw little attention to herself and obey. it was her father who also chose her devotary (purity) rather than her having the opportunity to choose for herself.

ADULT LIFE

occupation: she is the ward of jasnah kholin, having managed to convince the woman she was worthy of wardship at seventeen. after being taken in, shallan begins her education in scholarship, fine tuning her skills in making logic based arguments, study, and critical thinking.

on the shattered plains, she secures work with highprince sebarial as a clerk while maintaining the work in finding urithiru that she started with jasnah, and working to infiltrate the secret group known as the ghostbloods.

she latter assumes a more public role as a knight radiant, the first of the order of lightweavers in centuries. while her status as a radiant is known, she works very hard to keep her work covert. she deals in spywork and information, and uses her lightweaving to form disguises for herself and associates. she has also used her abilities to battle unmade, work oathgates, and help run reconnaissance in kholinar.

as highprincess, her duties would include helping manage affairs of the realm and detecting intrigue to better aid her husband.

close friends: lmafo what are those????? jk, her brothers, later adolin, renarin, kaladin, jasnah (sort of, more teacher/student) wit/hoid (when he’s around). relationship status: verse dependent, married to adolin kholin in canon financial status: her family is destitute, and shallan herself has little experience in personally handling money. that being said, she knows how to balance finances and plan expenses. when working for sebarial, she manages to secure a comfortable pay from him, her later marriage secures her financial security, though her status as a radiant could’ve done that too. driver’s license: she could probably drive, but would be terrible at it due to the fact that she’d keep lookin out the window. she has little experience on horseback, but can manage. criminal record: technically none yet, having managed to get away with murder twice. she had also stolen successfully from jasnah kholin.

SEX & ROMANCE.

sexual orientation: bisexual romantic orientation: biromantic, could be polyromantic preferred emotional role: submissive (someone pls force her to accept comfort i am beggin) | dominant | switch | unsure preferred sexual role: submissive | dominant | switch | sex repulsed | libido: she’s basically DTF anytime and anywhere, and yes, i wish i were kidding, but she’s just horny on main. turn ons: she’s into more traditional kinds of attractiveness, people who look put together. but she really enjoys some kind of hint at wildness, hair that won’t quite stay, a kind of subtle ruggedness. post-battle disheveledness is HOT. allow her to talk about her studies, things she’s working on or wanting to start, she’ll love that. don’t be afraid to talk about your own interests, she goes off on her own a lot, so she’ll want someone with their own hobbies too. be kind, be willing to grow and change and share. be there if she asks. laugh at her absolutely fucking awful jokes. on the more physical side, not being afraid to show affection in public. that spot on the neck below the ear? yeah, kiss it. leave a mark. kiss the inside of her wrist. do not be afraid to be rough with her, she’s not easily hurt and she doesn’t always like being treated like a china doll. go to town. BUT you must also be good at taking your time. tenderness is a good trait to have in every day life, but if you can translate that into the intimacy of the bedroom, give her a slow buildup, ur golden. turn offs: unnecessary rudeness, lack of independence. anyone who treats her like she needs protecting, or thinks she needs to confine herself in some way, for any amount of time. never laughing at her terrible jokes, or indulging her seemingly random curiosities. being a skybreaker. love language: physical touch is primary, but quality time and words of affirmation are also great. relationship tendencies: shallan has a tendency to fall fast. even when she’s telling herself to be careful and take things slow, it’s easy to pull her in and have her grow an attachment on a superficial level fairly early. she’s good about letting the other person lean on her for support, but she’s not so great when it comes to sharing anything deep about herself. she has a habit of trying to mold herself into what she thinks the other person would like, and clinging to that. if confused she might play around with feelings, though she’s not fully aware she’s doing it. she’s big on positive reinforcement, she’ll let you know if she enjoys your company, and when she’s invested in the relationship, she’ll look for fun ways to spend time with that person. she might attempt to appear more serious and mature than she is, but her silliness will slip out. when she loves though, she loves completely, and a distracted heart is settled once she makes a decision about what she wants.

MISCELLANEOUS.

character’s theme song: flowers, from ha.des.town iris, goo goo dolls moth’s wings, passion pit: this is more a general vibe. i picture it when shallan is in a creative spurt. sun, sleeping at last: for the same creation aesthetic. fire drills, dessa (for when she finally Snaps. and also some lines just really Hit)

hobbies to pass the time: drawing is the big one. she’s always got her sketchbook and something to draw with on hand. it’s an art she’s perfected and uses it both for her lightweaving, and to relax. she enjoys scholarship, exploring history is of a special interest, but taking a closer look at the local flora and fauna is just as fun. she’s naturally curious, so if something grabs her attention, she will want to take a look. she also enjoys discussing what she’s working on with other people, sometimes just so she can use them as a sounding board, but also because they might have insights she doesn’t. it’s very fun for her to explore ideas. she likes going on walks, exploring the area around her. just spending quality time with people she enjoys too. mental illnesses: Dissociative Personality Disorder is the big one. ADHD, PTSD, some depression. physical illnesses: None. left or right brained: right fears: CONFINEMENT. she fears vulnerability and relying others, but she also craves it quite a bit. she fears being understood completely because she’s certain there isn’t anything left to love if someone were to see everything. she fears what she can’t understand, and losing the people she loves, more than she already has. self confidence level: extremely low. she projects an air of self confidence, but frequently downplays her talents. she finds it completely astounding that adolin might actually find her attractive in any sense, let alone be interested in her as a person. her trauma and what she precieves as crimes has left her feeling hollowed out, because she is so terrified of someone really Seeing her, she works hard to hide those corners of herself from others and often feels like she’s failing at even that. vulnerabilities: shallan keeps secrets. too many of them. and she can often dig herself into a pit and struggle to get herself out, and even when she’s in that deep, she has difficulty asking for help. she doesn’t always think things through. her dpd can leave her particularly vulnerable depending on which personality is in control (veil in particular has trouble seeing the Big Picture). it’s easy to goad her into a fight (of the verbal variety) and she will stop at nothing to have the last word. if you have members of her family to hold over her, that’s a good tool. and shallan cannot resist a good mystery, that is a surefire way to pull her in.

tagged by: @luck-crowned tagging: @marblecarved (for mary, emma, or horace!), @melnchly (meg or ros), @minastiriiths, @arturiusrex, @gxtenoughnxrve, @ambiidexter, and @arborvitas

#c. shallan #this took me several days of fact checking the books for some shit lmafo #anyway meet my garbage daughter

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nachohypno · 4 years

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Gettin’ the farmers! Ch. 5 - The Plan (Pt. 2)

Next morning, I woke up feeling great.

I now had a plan, and I was going to finish it to make my stay here as enjoyable as possible.

Shad was already under my control, and had a trigger attached to him.

Dan? He’s the one that troubles me.

He’s not going to let me hypnotize him without a really good excuse, so I had to think about it if I wanted to bring my step father under my control, too. I got up from the bed, as Thad walked in.

“Oh, hey bruh. Forgot to grab my shirt” He grabbed one from his closet, then came closer and gave a long, passionate kiss out of nowhere.

I tried to break it after I remembered where we were. “Wait, remember that Shad and your Pa can’t know about this”

He gave himself a little slap on the forehead, mumbling something like ‘Fuck, you’re right’

“Hey, don’t do that” I said.

“Yeah, sorry” He said, giving me a nice smile. “Anyway, Pa is already makin’ breakfast, c’mon bruh”

We went downstairs, as usual. This had already become my daily routine. Wake up, have breakfast with the family, then head to work.

And honestly? I loved it. Never thought that living and working in a farm would be so enjoyable! I was pretty much considering dropping out from my psychologist career and just… working here full time?

It was an option of course, but first I’d like to see if my college investigated the issue I had and let me back in. Just in case, I still had some hope in the matter.

And hey, I proved to be one hell of a hypnotist these last few days.

I sat down, Shad was next to me, and my other step brothers in front of me. A big plate of scrambled eggs and bacon in front of me, and a mug of coffee. (I liked the change! Bacooon!)

This was a good life, I must admit.

My stepbrothers seemed happy, too!

I mean, yeah. I hypnotized all of them, and turned two of the three into my secret lovers. But still, it was nice to see them happy.

As we all chatted and ate our scrambled eggs and bacon, I noticed Dan was smiling proudly at the four of us. Like… I don’t know, a happy father?

Shad also noticed this, ‘cause he asked him straight away (as always) “Penny for your thoughts, Pa?”

I haven’t heard that phrase in ages, but I was thankful for his curiosity. I wouldn’t have dared to ask, to be honest.

Dan wasn’t expecting the question, but he just said. “Hmm? Oh, it’s just that…” He trailed off for a second, before shrugging “I dunno. I’m happy to see ya guys gettin’ along so well. Don’t mind me, just an old man’s rambling” He said before laughing.

The other guys laughed as well and then we continued to eat our breakfast.

Later, everyone finished and work was about to start, we were discussing about what we were going to do today.

Moose had to continue his handyman duties, while Shad had the animals and Thad had the crops. Seems like the pair liked to rotate on their tasks from time to time.

Dan wanted to go check the water supply, and he wanted us to spend some bonding time together like I’ve been doing with my step brothers.

Needless to say, it was perfect for my plan, and I was also curious about my stepfather. I don’t know why, but my step brothers were great to spend the time with.

And I had a feeling that it would be the same thing with the big McPearson.

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I went outside with Dan.

To be honest, what he said at the breakfast made me really happy. I felt good, I guess.

I wondered where the water supply was. I knew there was a river near here, but I don’t think they can get the water from there.

I should ask Dan later.

Speaking of which, he grabbed his toolbox outside of the porch and we headed out pretty quickly.

I didn’t know what I could talk with him about. And I had to hypnotize him? Yeah, no kidding. This guy would probably be the hardest one of the bunch.

Thad and Shad agreed to it. Moose didn’t, but he was reprogrammed with subliminal messages in his songs. This one? Maybe I could try to convince him with some excuse, like I did with Thad.

Yeah, that could work. Just needed something to work with.

“Happy to see you’re doin’ good in here” Dan said. “I knew the boys would like ya”

“Really? They have been really nice, to be honest. Explaining how things worked and stuff like that-“

“I don’t mean the work, kiddo” He said, laughing “I mean in the family. Y’know, it was a sorta surprise when your mom asked me if you could stay here. I thought you wouldn’t like the idea, but accepted anyways. Gotta be honest with ya, the boys complained. They were a bit… angry since last time we saw ya”

I mumbled a ‘sorry’. I now feel a bit embarrassed when they mention that day, and I hope I can make up for it someday. Feeling a bit guilty now that I kind of enslaved the trio after a few days in here.

Dan continued speaking “But I’m happy they managed to keep their cool and welcome ya with open arms. And as I said before, seein’ you all chattin’ like good friends made me incredibly happy”

I smiled again. I wondered how far the water supply was. “I guess working together helped us bond and get along better? They are really great guys”

“Ha! Don’t be a damn fool” Shad explained to me what that was a few days ago, so I was not as confused as I was when Thad said it on my first night in here.

“They talked very fondly of you when we went to the town together, so let me tell ya that I’m proud of you”

He patted my back and we kept walking forward. Again, I felt good.

This has been a good week, besides the being expelled part, but this kind of made up for it? I really enjoyed being out here.

It was actually hotter than the other days. I brought a bottle just in case. Moose was really insistent with “not suffering a heatstroke”.

And the heat apparently was getting Dan, since he started to wipe his forehead with a napkin and curse at the weather.

“Is everything alright?” I asked him, after a while.

“Yeah, just the sun givin’ me headaches again” That’s my call. I could use that as an excuse, I just needed a chance.

“We could rest in the shadow for a while, heat strokes can be very dangerous” I said.

He sighed “Guess you’re right, let’s go to the trees over there and take a rest. The water supply isn’t really far from the house but it’s always good to have a quick rest” He said, patting my back before heading to a few trees.

Dan sat on the oak’s trunk and looked around. I sat on the ground and drank a bit of water from my bottle. After I was done, I thought about how I could hypnotize Dan.

Thad accepted right away, after asking one or two questions.

If I was lucky, Dan would do the same.

“Dan?” The older man looked at me. “I think I know how to help with those headaches”

“Yeah? How? They’re getting’ unbearable lately” He asked, with curiosity.

“I think… It may be a dumb thing but…” Playing dumb, had to earn his trust first. “Well, I was studying to be a psychologist and one of the things I’ve learnt at college was about hypnosis and how to use it to help people”

He raised an eyebrow. Here we go with the usual explanation.

“It’s just a practice to help a subject with certain problems, the person who goes under would never do anything that they wouldn’t do the on their own will. Think of it like watching TV or reading a book, you get really focused but you’re still aware of your surroundings”

Dan just stared at me. He understood what I was talking about, or at least I assumed that, because he didn’t look confused at all by my explanation.

“Fine, I trust ya” He said, after a few seconds “We’re family, after all”

Great, now I just needed my phone and the… My phone was missing.

Fuck, I’ve gotten used to using that thing to help me put these guys under. Never mind, Josh. You’ll think something out.

I told him to remain where he was, laying against the oak tree as I got behind him, putting my hands on his shoulders. It was a bit uncomfortable having a tree in the middle of the way, but he seemed comfortable laying on it so I didn’t complain.

“To help with the induction, we need to relax you first. I’ll give you a massage for that, since I forgot my phone with the metronome app I used in my classes, so this is the best I could come up with”

“A’ight, do your best, buddy”

I nodded, and got to work. I began by grabbing his shoulders and started the massage as I got the induction ready in my mind. “First off, let’s start with some deep and slow breaths. Breath in, and out”

I tried to repeat that and establish a rhythm with the shoulder massage, to relax him quickly. I didn’t want to rush things though, since I had to make sure that he went under first.

“Just focus on my voice as you breathe in slowly, feeling a wave of relaxation pass through your body. Then breathe out. And repeat, breathe in. And breathe out.” I assumed I was doing a good job with the massage and the rhythm. I noticed his breathing started slowing down after a little while.

“Now, I’ll count back from ten to one, each number making you more relaxed and taking you deeper in this nice state, understood Dan?”

He nodded. His eyes were closed.

“Alright. 10… 9… 8… Feeling relaxed. 7… 6… Feels good to relax. 5… Feeling sleepier and good. 4… 3… 2… Almost there. 1…”

I let go of his shoulders and sat next to him “Can you hear me, Dan?”

“Yeaah…” That sweet, lovely monotone tone I got used to hearing these last few days.

“Good. Keep doing slow and deep breaths. Each one taking you deeper and deeper into this relaxed state, alright?” He nodded “It feels good to just breathe in, feeling the relaxation going through your body, then out, feeling yourself going twice as deep as before, isn’t that right?”

He nodded again.

I don’t know if I could help him with the headaches, so I started with the suggestions right away.

I could make him completely oblivious to everything that happened, but if he ever snapped out of that…

Maybe a trigger suggestion would do the trick?

“Dan, since I helped you feel good, I must be very trustworthy, right?” He nodded. “That means you can believe everything I say, right?” Another nod “Good. So, every time I start a sentence with “Dan, I think…” you will believe and obey everything I say afterwards, understood?”

I waited a few seconds, until he mumbled a “Yeaaah…”

“And in a few seconds, I’ll count to three and you will wake up feeling great. Not remembering this session but with the suggestions still in mind, understood?”

“Yeeaah…”

“1… 2… 3…” I snapped my fingers and my step father woke up.

“Huh. That felt great” He ruffled his hair a bit before getting up “And my headache is gone, thanks kiddo” I don’t know if hypnosis could help with that, but I’m happy he’s better.

“No problem!” I said, as he checked his clock to see how much time passed “Oh, and by the way. Moose and Thad are both in love with me” The man turned quickly towards me, with a mix of confusion and surprise in his face.

Before he could react, I said “Dan, I think you’re going to be alright with that, and will act oblivious to your sons being in love of me, you don’t really care about it.”

His expression relaxed a lot, before answering “You’re right, it’s somethin’ really normal, buddy. I’m happy for you three!”

Huh, I guess he filled in the blanks by himself. That was great. We slapped hands and got back on the road to the water supply thing.

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I won’t bore you with work details, since nothing interesting happened.

After we finished with our work, we went back to the house and noticed Thad was watching TV in the living room.

“You guys didn’t go to the gym today?” I asked him, since that seemed weird. They’re usually getting ready to hit the gym at this point.

“Rest day. As much as I’d love to work out, it’s important to rest, bruh” He said, without taking his eyes off the TV. He was watching a recorded football game.

“Cool, that’s great” I said “Hey, do you know where Shad is?”

“In his room, I think”

I thanked him and went upstairs. I knocked on my stepbrother’s door and waited for him. He opened the door shirtless, and smiled “Bruh! What’s up? I was about to have a shower” He said, holding a set of clean clothes.

“Hey! Mind if we have a chat? I’d like to ask you something… pretty private”

Shad’s jovial expression turned serious in seconds, it was incredible how he achieved that. “Sure, come in” I did, and he closed the door behind me. “What happened? You sound serious, bruh”

Again, I wanted to be straight forward with it. “Carrotlad”

The shirtless hunk’s expression faded. Good to know it worked so well.

“How do you feel?”

“Good…” He mumbled, staring blankly at me.

“Great. Remember, you will believe and obey everything I tell you, isn’t that right?”

“Yeah… Believe and obey, bruh…”

Doing this to my favorite brother of the bunch was kind of making me feel bad. I shrugged it off once again, reminding myself that I wasn’t hurting them in any way, nor would I do anything bad to them.

“You are completely alright with Moose and Thad being in love with me, understood? You’re not uncomfortable and will act oblivious to it”

“Yeah… oblivious…” He mumbled, with a little smile forming on his face.

I snapped my fingers in front of him and life came back to his face.

“Huh… Must have zoned out there, bruh. Were you tellin’ me somethin’?” He said, with a confused face. He started looking around again when he finished.

“Yeah, wanted to tell you that Moose and Thad are now my lovers” I said, pretty straightforward.

He just shrugged and smiled “cool, happy for you guys. I have a girlfriend myself, but I’ll tell you more later. Wanna have that hot shower first” He patted my shoulder, before grabbing his clothes again and heading out.

I went to Moose’s room, and luckily he was just there.

To be honest, I would call Thad and we would have an amazing threesome, but first I’d like to enjoy the big brother all for myself.

And I’ve looked forward to this since finding him zoned out and almost naked a few days ago.

“Hey bruh” He said, with a flirty smile. I just walked up to him and planted a kiss on his lips. “Eager, aren’t we bruh?” Before grabbing the back of my head and pulling me in to make out.

After a while, I grabbed his shirt from below and helped him take it off. We didn’t even bother in closing the door, since everyone were now mind-fucked to just do what I said.

I took off my own shirt and we returned to the kisses.

“What, not gonna invite me in, bruhs?”

Thad was laying against the door frame. “It’s okay, I can come back later-“

“Nonsense, come over here bruh! There’s room for one more, right Josh?”

I nodded in approval and Thad unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his chiseled abs. Then he dropped in front of us and faced our crotches. “Quick, take those off! Can’t wait to start on this, bruh…” He said.

We gave each other another kiss and did as Thad said. He started sucking me off while jerking Moose’s big cock off with the other hand. He was good at it, I got to say.

I was surprised they weren’t bothered by the incest between them, since I haven’t told them anything about it, or to be okay with it.

But never mind. At some point, Thad got up and Moose was the one who went down. We all took turns to blow the other two, so it would be fair.

And after that…

“So, what’s next?” Moose asked, with curiosity.

I thought about it for a second and had an idea that could work.

“Thad, get on all fours and open your mouth. Moose, get behind him and get ready to fuck him.”

I would satisfy with a blowjob, for now. But I couldn’t wait to ride Moose’s later on.

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A few months passed by, and everything was great.

My period of expulsion from college finished, and I decided to fight for my place. I got expelled under an injustice, after all!

Don’t get me wrong, now I was very pissed at the administration for the poor work they did before, but luckily I managed to prove myself not guilty.

They wouldn’t want to have their star players expelled if the truth came out, so they didn’t have any option other than to let me back in and continue my studies.

I felt blessed with good luck at that moment, and managed to go back to normal pretty quickly. I moved back to my dorm room and got back on track.

Don’t think I went back to college and went again to not talk to my family. I go back to visit at any chance I have. Little breaks after exams and etc. are always nice to have.

Mom was so happy I started getting along with my stepbrothers, she even bought a cake to celebrate after she returned from her business trip. She had to return quickly to the city to continue working but could take one or two days off to relax.

Of course, that meant no action with Moose and Thad but it was alright. I can handle not doing hot things for a few days.

I also liked to help out in the farm when I’m around, or sometimes we go to the nearby river to pass the day.

The guys took one rest day from the gym when I arrive to make the most of our time together, but at the next day they try to compensate it.

Thad eventually got a girlfriend, when I released him from the love suggestions. It was nice seeing him happy, and I could always turn him back into my lover if I wanted. The ‘potatolad’ trigger still worked even after all this time.

And now? We were getting ready for dinner, after another day of hard work at the farm. I helped Moose with the building maintenance once again, although I preferred to help with the animals. But it was a good excuse to make out in the barn.

It was a good life, studying to get my psychology degree, and visiting my new family at the farm during my free times.

And everything was great.

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Someone knocked on the door as we were having dinner one night.

I was the closest one to the door, so I got up and headed there. I kind of got shivers as I got closer.

I opened the door and found a guy, looking to the fields. He was a bit taller than me, but had a biker helmet on so I couldn’t really see his face. “Can I help you?” I asked him.

The stranger turned to me, and proceeded to take off his helmet. It was very appreciated, I hoped he wouldn’t have a mask underneath the helmet or I would freak out.

“Hey, sorry to bother you at these hours but…” He was cute, but he seemed scruffy. His black hair was a mess. His face was childish, and full of dirt.

He seemed younger than me, wearing a leather jacket with a dirty white shirt underneath, and some old and ripped jeans. He was shivering. Was he afraid?

I realized I didn’t hear his question, so I said “What?”

“I said if you knew how to get to Greenwood”

“The town? Yeah” I gave him the proper indications. I wondered why would he want to go there, that place was isolated from the world. No internet, no TV, nothing.

Although, I was still surprised this farm wasn’t isolated from the world to be honest.

The guy gave me a nod, mumbled a “Thank you” and placed the helmet back on his head. He walked to his bike and went on his way.

I quickly closed the door and went back to the table.

“Who was it?” Shad asked.

“Uh… Didn’t ask his name. He wanted to know how to get to Greenwood”

I shrugged, and went back to eat. Shad didn’t ask more questions as we quickly changed the topic, forgetting about the biker as soon as he appeared.

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#Gettin' the farmers!#gay hypnosis #hypnosis #hypnotized #mind control #brainwashing #straight to gay #brainwashed

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pinnithin-writes · 3 years

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I Realized. Then I Couldn’t Stop Realizing.

Chapter 5: C-53

Depending on where he looked, it had begun with the Federated Alliance.

Immediately following the events of the Battle of Sistoo, C-53 had been captured, his frame junked for parts, and his consciousness locked inside a cage with a heavy iron bolt. He’d been through plenty of painful experiences before his initiation into the Alliance, but nothing had so powerfully suppressed his emotions like this.

It was agony of a different sort, standing on the surface of a frozen lake, his feelings swirling like a sea beneath him. He could see them, he could reach for them, but if he broke through the ice that supported him he would surely be swallowed up and drown in them. It was a horrible state of being.

Everything was muted in the worst way. Experiencing joy, anger, sadness, always working through his coding, only to be met with the oppressive iron wall of his restraining bolt, left him feeling as if he were only a shell. C-53 was a droid who normally felt things quite strongly - perhaps too strongly, at times, but at least it was him. This Federated Alliance protocol and diplomatic relations designation was not who he was. But the bolt was cinched tight on his words and his thoughts until he wasn’t sure who he was even supposed to be anymore.

Getting that thing off was more freeing than anything he had ever experienced. He hadn’t even cared that his stupid Alliance frame had been destroyed in the process. Being subjected to another bolt as an On-And-Off Burger employee had nearly broken him.

Pleck, of all people, had been there to pull him out of it that time.

It was strange to have a relationship with someone who, for their first season of working together, had only known C-53’s canned and pre-processed personality. It was embarrassing, to say the least. He still remembered when he had told the tellurian, icily, “I am not your friend,” and watched him wilt like a forgotten daisy.

Granted, they hadn’t known each other very long when he’d said that, but he could have handled it more tactfully. And it wasn’t like he hadn’t wanted to get to know Pleck better at the time. At least well enough so that every word coming out of his mouth didn’t rile C-53 up so much. The restraining bolt’s effects were typically less painful when he wasn’t actively trying to suppress his emotions. A high enough spike tended to fire off a pretty jarring error code.

“No, I - he got, like, erased or something.” ERROR.

“What if you were a car and I like, drove you around?” ERROR.

“C-53, have you been programmed to cater to my ignorance?” ERROR.

“You’re more than just a cube!” ERROR.

C-53 had a pretty long list of the times being around Pleck had been painful for him when they were working for the Federated Alliance. He was also the first face he saw when the crew had slotted his cube into the ship’s un-bolted humidifier, and the sudden flood of unrestrained feelings had almost caused C-53 to shut back down again.

“Hey, C-53?” Bargie’s voice reverberated around the droid, shocking him out of his thoughts. “Why are you in my cargo hold?”

Squatting among the boxes and crates seemed like the best place for the droid to go and process what he had just learned undisturbed, but of course he could never escape the ship herself. “I just needed a little solitude, Bargie,” he responded, not unkindly.

The ship let out one of her long, audible sighs that the crew was so familiar with. “Not you, too. I thought the party was going to make everyone start hanging out again.”

“Things like this don’t always repair themselves overnight,” the droid reasoned.

“Things like what?” Bargie prodded. “Are you okay? You’ve been sitting there on the floor for like, eight hours.”

C-53 considered. He had been playing through videos stored in his memory bank for quite a while, but he hadn’t realized it had been that long. Bargie was a trusted friend - she probably wouldn’t have any constructive advice, but she would at least let him voice aloud what had absorbed his thoughts all day. “Are you projecting over the PA right now?” he asked.

“Uhhh.” There was a long pause, and then a heavy beep sounded overhead. “No.”

“You definitely were.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Bargie deflected. “Spill. Tell me everything.”

Wearily, C-53 recounted the conversation he’d had with Pleck the previous night, leaving out some of the tellurian’s more personal details in consideration of his privacy, and finished with the conclusion he’d drawn about his feelings. It still made his coding fray inexplicably to think about it, but once he fell silent, Bargie’s reply was nonplussed.

“I already knew,” she said. “The feelings part, not the Allwheat part.”

“You-” C-53’s processors whirred in surprise. “You did?”

“Yeah, I mean, it’s kind of obvious. I thought you knew too and were just hoping it would go away because it was too awkward.”

“I most certainly did not know,” C-53 answered, somewhat stirred.

“How?” Bargie demanded. “How did you not know? I’ve been telling you guys there’s tension for years.”

“Yeah, I thought you meant sexual tension,” the droid was beginning to feel defensive now. Was he really stupid enough to have missed something so glaringly obvious?

“Well, I thought it was that at first, for sure,” Bargie clarified. “But C, seriously? Seriously. Do you not listen to him when he talks to you?”

“What - I -” He dug around in his coding for the words he needed and came up short. “I listen,” he declared. “What do you mean by that?”

Another heavy sigh. It rumbled the walls of the cargo hold. “This is embarrassing. You should just go ask him about it.”

Alarm raced through C-53’s wires. “I will do no such thing. I’m still… figuring out how I feel about it.”

“Oh, that’s no good,” C-53 could feel the ship humming with intrigue. “You should just reject him and get it over with.”

“It seems like that would be indelicate of me,” C-53 replied, deflecting from the notion that his first instinct was not, in fact, to reject him at all.

“Hey, look, I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again,” Bargie’s tone took on a scolding edge. “Workplace relationships never work. They just make things complicated and messy and nobody should ever do them. You saw what happened with Dar and Berger.”

“Well, yeah, but that was mostly just - y'know-”

“Jucking.”

“Jucking, yeah.”

“Isn’t that what you’re after?” Bargie groused. “You’ve offered before.”

C-53 felt his cube grow warm inside his torso. “That was a long time ago.”

It was one time. Back when he’d still been restrained. C-53 still wasn’t sure if the proposition had been an effect of his altered programming or if he had actually wanted it. Either way, it didn’t matter. Pleck had decisively declined. It was the first time he had witnessed the tellurian be decisive about anything.

“I am not after that at the moment,” he clarified.

Bargie offered a heavy, “huh,” but said nothing else.

The silence that stretched was long and tense as they both pondered the situation. Finally, C-53 clambered to his feet, jostling cargo crates as he went.

“Bargie, I cannot stress enough how important it is that this conversation stays in this room,” he warned.

“It’s gonna leave this room eventually,” she argued. “Secrets don’t last long aboard the Bargarian Jade. Better figure it out before someone else does.”

“Thanks, Barge.” The droid’s reply was laced with sarcasm. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

He exited the cargo hold and made his way up the hall. The passage was dark, illuminated only by Bargie’s security lighting. He briefly missed the Midnight Shadow and its wide spectrum of sensors. The loader frame’s capabilities were rudimentary at best - he couldn’t even process the entire light spectrum. It did, at least, have a limited night vision option, which he flicked on as he made his way down the hall, flooding his scanners with muted green.

C-53 had a rather long list of qualities he wanted from the next frame he occupied, feeling terribly limited in his current one. It definitely beat that pathetic Tiny TM model he was in for a brief stint, but he still knew he could do better. He wanted to see infrared again. Longed for an organized filing system. And, yes, he missed the sensation of touch. Loader droids weren’t exactly built for physical contact with other beings.

A bright green figure appeared around the corner up ahead, and C-53’s frame stalled to a halt when he recognized its heat signature. Pleck had actually emerged from his room and was wandering down the hall in his direction.

“Oh, there you are,” the tellurian said brightly as he approached him.

The night vision made his face appear to C-53 as a blurred white dot, so he quit the command and dispelled it. The dim lighting didn’t make seeing him much easier, but at least C-53 could somewhat discern Pleck’s facial expressions this way. The man’s animated countenance was a good 50% of how he communicated.

“Were you looking for me?” C-53 asked, gazing down at him in surprise.

“Well, yeah,” Pleck responded, peering back at him in the darkness. “I heard Bargie on the PA saying you were all by yourself down here so I uh, I just wanted to check in on you.”

The droid’s machinery whirred idly as he processed this. That something as trivial as C-53 being alone would pull Pleck out of his isolation made sense considering how the tellurian felt about him, but C-53 still found himself touched by the sentiment. “Well, that’s very nice of you, Pleck, but I assure you I’m doing fine.”

Confused and still working through things, but fine. Probably.

“Oh, okay,” Pleck rocked back on his heels, nodding. “G- Good. Good to hear.”

After a short pause, C-53 prompted, “How are you feeling?”

The tellurian chuckled and jammed his hands in his pockets. “Oh, man, I’m pretty hungover,” he replied, offering a weak smile.

When he didn’t elaborate, C-53 prodded again. “Has the Allwheat been talkative today?”

Pleck’s brows drew in, looking as though the question puzzled him. He responded hesitantly. “I… slept most of the day,” he said, his voice growing small. “So I didn’t hear it, then. It said a few things about an hour ago, but, ah,” he shrugged in an attempt to downplay the issue. “It wasn’t any more horrible than it usually is.”

The security lights hummed indifferently around them as they stood facing each other in the empty hallway.

“Hm,” C-53’s neural networking was already looking for patterns, casting around for a way to ease his friend’s torment. “What seems to set it off?” he asked.

Pleck still had a strange look on his face, as if searching for an ulterior motive beneath his words. “It… usually comes through when I’m not, uh,” he gnawed on his lip as he found the words, “mentally engaged? Like, as soon as I zone out, it’s -” he snapped for emphasis, “- right there.”

“You do tend to zone out quite a lot,” C-53 commented.

Pleck’s laugh was bitter. It sounded like soured sunshine. “You’re telling me.”

“What sort of activities would you consider mentally engaging?” C-53 prompted gently, trying to shake the unpleasant feeling that just raced through his wiring.

He watched the tellurian fidget as he thought about it. “Well, I meditate,” he began. “And, uh, talking to the crew helps, and going on missions where we meet new people. But we haven’t had a lot of those lately, so….” he trailed off, his stare vacant. C-53 could barely make out the soft lines of his face in the dim light.

“Do you think a holo would help?” he prompted.

Pleck shrugged again. “I haven’t tried it. I can’t watch holos in my room.”

“Why not watch one in the lounge?”

His shoulders were beginning to curl in defensively when he responded, “I just- I didn’t wanna bother people.”

C-53’s head tilted, considering him fondly. “When has that ever stopped you before?”

A laugh startled out of Pleck, shocking a genuine smile onto his face this time. He raised an arm and scratched at the back of his neck, looking away. “Well, you got me there,” he admitted. “I don’t know why it feels different now.”

An inexplicable impulse to scoop the tellurian up in his arms and carry him to the lounge himself surged up in C-53’s coding. He clamped down hard on the urge, bypassing the loader’s programming with a great amount of effort and a small amount of juddering from his processor. Good Rodd, that was unexpected. His fan was spinning again.

“Let’s watch a holo and see if that does anything,” C-53 declared before Pleck could ask the question he was showing on his face. “Come on.” He surged past him toward the lounge.

“Wait, both of us?” Pleck spun, hurrying to match the droid’s stride.

“And anyone else who wishes to join,” C-53 answered. “Sound good?”

Pleck nodded, a smile sneaking onto his mouth as if it didn’t have permission to be there. “Sounds good.”

The common area had been reverted back to its usual state, with its cushy couches gathered around the video monitor. Pleck popped a bag of popcorn for himself while C-53 ruminated over movie options. The smell of hot butter and salt lured AJ in from the adjacent room, and when he told the two of them he had never seen Bargie’s greatest hits, they decided to have a marathon to get the clone caught up.

“You can sit next to me, C-53,” Pleck said, patting the space beside him on the couch and grinning. He sat cross-legged on the cushion, balancing the bowl of popcorn in his lap.

“Very funny,” C-53 replied dryly. “At this size I would definitely crush that couch.”

“Okay, your arm can sit next to me, then,” Pleck conceded.

AJ was on Pleck’s other side with his feet up on the coffee table, helping himself to the popcorn. Both Pleck and C-53 watched, half disgusted and half fascinated, as the CLINT stuffed it into his helmet kernel by kernel.

“Hey, maybe take your helmet off, AJ,” Pleck suggested. “That can’t be comfortable.”

“Yes, we don’t need a repeat of that time you got hijacked .” C-53 agreed.

With no small amount of grumbling, AJ disengaged the pressure lock on his helmet and pulled it off, covering the couch in crumbled bits of corn. Pleck scooped the bowl out of the way to avoid catching any stray pieces, an amused light dancing in his eye.

“Robot Man, you gonna watch with us or what?” AJ prompted as he brushed crumbs off of himself.

C-53 belatedly realized he had just been standing there, staring. He settled his frame next to the couch and, after some consideration, rested his arm as gently as he could on the cushion next to Pleck. The couch groaned, but it held. Pleck patted his frame assuredly.

The films were, well, they were definitely Bargie flicks. AJ interrupted every few minutes to ask what was going on, and Bargie herself chimed in with commentary once she noticed that the hits were being played. C-53 kept a watchful scan on Pleck as the playlist dragged into the night. A few times, he caught that silent, prayer-like motion as he repeated mantras to himself, and did his best to redirect his attention to the holo.

AJ eventually fell asleep and Pleck wasn’t far behind, eyelid drooping wearily. The tellurian shifted sideways and stifled a yawn, leaning against the arm of C-53’s frame.

The droid felt the weight of his body and dimly registered a sense of warmth as Pleck rested his drowsy head against him, but that was all his rudimentary sensors could manage. His coding twanged with a sharp sense of loss, but he redirected the feeling.

“That doesn’t seem very comfortable for you,” he said after some processing.

Pleck made a muffled, placid noise. “S’fine. I sleep in a cold metal box every night. This is definitely a step up.”

“You still don’t have a mattress?” C-53 asked incredulously. “I thought that was a running joke.”

Pleck laughed softly against C-53’s frame, shaking it a little. “The joke is that I’ll have chronic back pain by the time I’m thirty.”

C-53 did not laugh. “You could sleep out here on the couch,” he suggested.

“Mmm, maybe just this once,” Pleck murmured, his voice thick with fatigue. He shifted slightly, pressing himself closer to C-53’s frame. It seemed he was craving physical touch as much as the droid was, which apparently was a laughable amount if he had resorted to cuddling an unyielding metal bar. C-53 found it endearing.

The holo flickered in the dark, casting the three sentients in a shifting blue glow. Pleck and C-53 watched the droning video feed while AJ dozed. Near the end of The Ship Stars Are Made Of , C-53 noticed Pleck’s breathing evening out and going soft beside him. His eye had fallen shut. He was asleep.

Well. Looks like he’s never moving from this spot again.

Chapter 4 <-----> Chapter 6

#ink #fanfiction #mission to zyxx #part of my endeavor to relocate all my ao3 work

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magicalhideoutengineer · 4 years

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FILMSTARTS: First of all, tell us a little bit what has changed for your character Tina Goldstein in the six months that lie between the storyline of the first and the second film ...

Katherine Waterston: Tina has gotten back her old job and has been working as an Auror for a while now. She has found her way back, and in the first film it looked quite different. At the beginning she was quite haunted by bad luck, but now everything has settled again and so she also has a little more self-confidence. She is in Paris, where we meet her at the beginning of the film. And what else has changed? She is wearing a really cool coat now!

FILMSTARTS: In "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them", Tina had a very special relationship with Credence, played by Ezra Miller. Will that be the same in the second movie?

Katherine Waterston : Yes, their special relationship continues. Tina is enthusiastic about her work and does it very thoroughly, but she has, as we already know from the first film, an Achilles Heel: If she sees someone, especially a young person, in need, she just has to help. She throws all the rules overboard. Maybe that's because she had to take care of her sister Queenie early on as a kind of parent replacement. This has made her receptive to the concerns and needs of young people. And in the second film this comes to fruition, which is almost a kind of obsession with credence. She feels responsible for him.

FILMSTARTS: In the first movie we did not learn much about Tina and Queenie's background story. We know that her parents died early and they are very close. Will we now learn more about the history of the Goldsteins and the school days of the sisters in Ilvermorny?

Katherine Waterston: Oh, I know so much about it! I know so much and I can not tell you! Only so much: Yes, at some point you will learn more, but it may not be in this movie. But the relationship between the sisters will be important in this film as well, and there will be some surprising new elements that play a role in this particular relationship. And at some point, you may also see a young Tina, just as there will be a young Newt in "Fantastic Beasts 2".

FILMSTARTS: Hm, so it does not go so well with you and children. How about Tina and animals? Does she get on with the magical beasts a little better than in the first film?

Katherine Waterston: Newt really opened Tina's eyes to the beauty of these beasts in the first movie. So far, as an Auror, she has not had much to do with them, especially in America, where contact with these creatures is strictly regulated. They are considered dangerous. So when Tina discovers how intriguing these animals are in reality, she begins to realize she may need to question the authorities a bit more than before. At the beginning of the first film, she deals with them in a completely different way. She is simply scared, intimidated by their presence. Now that's really different. There's so much to discover about these animals. They are such great beings. It's fun to play someone who likes to surround themselves with the beasts.

FILMSTARTS: In the first part, Tina was obviously the character who adhered the most to the rules. But in the end she had to watch an authority figure who she had trusted turn into a masked Grindelwald. What after effects does it have on her that she found out?

Katherine Waterston: This is very similar to the beasts where she realizes that they are not as dangerous as they would have her believe. And somehow she also felt betrayed by the Aurors, who attacked Credence in the end, although of course they could not have known better. But they did not listen to her. All these things have led to her feeling that the system can have its faults. She is of course still a civil servant and she appreciates the work she does and considers it important. But maybe now she often questions the leaders and makes her own decisions. This is an interesting aspect of her: On the one hand, she loves her work, but on the other hand, she is willing to become apostate when it's worth it.

FILMSTARTS: So did it feel like you were playing another character this time?

Katherine Waterston : No, the difference is not that drastic. That was all in her, even in the first film. We met her in the first movie when she was having a difficult phase in her life. But before that she was already a capable Auror and you can not become an Auror without being a really good witch. You have to be smart and strong and prudent. So these things have always been in her and in the first movie there were also brief moments where one got an idea of all her abilities, but then someone misunderstood her again or something went awry and she promptly became unsure. But even if she sometimes did not believe in herself, she always had those strengths. And that's why it does not feel schizophrenic to me that she's so different in the sequel. The character is just developing and growing and that's something great. I've never had the experience to return to a character, I've never starred in a television series or anything. So it's fascinating to spend so much time with a character, get to know her better and see her grow. It's almost like being a real person [laughs].

FILMSTARTS: You could design your own wands? How cool is that!

Katherine Waterston : Yes, so we could at least choose from a few options. And then we did the finetuning. I chose the simplest and then asked to make it heavier. They then used a metal rod. Before that, it just did not feel real enough.

FILMSTARTS: And what would you change if you had the opportunity again?

Katherine Waterston: Hm, that would be kind of interesting if the design of the wand evolved with its owner. But maybe it's a good thing that it always stays the same and reminds you where you're from and who you really are. And mine is just plain and practical and robust, I like that. Tina is just not a dazzling, flashy, girlish woman and a good, solid wand without frills fits her.

FILMSTARTS: But not only Tina herself has changed in the second film, her environment is different: she is now traveling in Europe. How does that affect you? Because in the first part she was in New York, yes on home territory. Is it difficult for her to be in another country and to get in contact with other magical communities?

Katherine Waterston : I think because she has now regained her self-confidence, she does not find that too difficult. She is, so to speak, "fully functional" and copes well. Actually, it would be interesting if she would get the just punishment for her bossy behavior towards Newt in New York and step into Paris in some faux pas by perhaps doing something insulting to the French by mistake. But I think you will not see that. And that the action takes place in different places with different cultures, but has a wonderful message. We are more connected than we are.

FILMSTARTS: And maybe in the city of love, will she relax a little? In the first part she was a very stiff person, only in the scene with Gnarlark, when she attended a bar in evening wear, she seemed to thaw a bit. Does she even have a little free time in Paris?

Katherine Waterston : Oh yes, she just chills, she chills all the time in a Parisian cafe ... [laughs] No, the situation is pretty serious in this movie, so she does not have time to put her feet up. But J.K. Rowling writes so many wonderful facets for her characters, so we'll see Tina in very different ways: we see her self-confidently and how she takes command. We see her overwhelmed and bumping around to get everything done. We see her vulnerable and generous. So there is a lot to do for me. But she will not chill ...

#fantastic beasts #crimes of grindelwald #tina goldstein #katherine waterston #coginterview #Queenie Goldstein #Goldstein Sisters #Credence Barebone #fantastic beasts and where to find them #COG Set Visit #COGTranslation

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leotanaka · 4 years

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judy & punch: liveblog and thoughts

* this post contains lots of spoilers *

trigger warning: domestic violence

i am loving the music used in the intro :) it’s so... upbeat and creepy and old school with cackling and animal noses - incredible!!!

“the show is about to begin.”

mia looks amazing :)

“The congregations of St Paul's grow thinner every day. They're coming to the show of shows, not kneeling down to pray.”

judy does all the work and punch gets all the praise and credit?

the skill and talent it would have taken, back then to do these kinds of puppet shows... wow!

judy deserves better!!!

that child focusing more on judy and how sad she is, that her joy and happiness is just an act.

“The show seems to be getting punchier all the time. Very punchy, in fact. Do you think it needs to be quite so smashy?“

the look on judy’s face during that show basically said it all: she’s not liking the direction the puppet show is going in or how violent it is becoming or how much the audience seems to actually enjoy watching such violence.

happy stoning day????

“It seems some folk are getting squeamish around here. "Stop stoning women!", all that nonsense.”

so... they round up women who, have done what exactly? and then get the public to stone them and kill them? that’s disgraceful!

she’s going to be killed for staring at the moon? YIKES!

essentially, it’s like the witch trials?

i’m glad judy didn’t participate in that barbaric... whatever it was.

only 20 minutes in and there is already so much normalisation of violence, particularly violence against women. like, the mentality of the people in that town... they don’t seem to realise or understand how wrong it is but rather, enjoy seeing it.

derek is in love with judy :)

i take it that punch is an alcoholic.

“from now on, only good decisions.” i give him 5 minutes.

what does that dog have around it’s neck?

she wouldn’t even have been in danger if punch hadn’t left her by herself.

I LOVE THIS DOG :)

OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!

did he just... that poor baby :((((((

what a horrific scene :( i know they didn’t actually show it or more to the point, didn’t showcase what was happening to her at the time, only focusing on punch but the way they highlighted his brutality and violence while the only focus on judy was showing her bloodied handwas just... that was horrible to watch.

damon’s acting in that scene was incredible!!!

and the way the music went harsh and cold the moment he stopped pretending... wow!!!!

HOLY CRAP!!!!!

“It's been a quiet few days. Still trying to convince the town to trust me with their grievances rather than take the law into their own hands.”

punch is basically that ryan reynolds facepalm when dealing with this constable lol

HE FRAMED THEM!!!

they’re definitely in league with the devil. i mean, just look at them.

scotty found judy :)

“i don’t mean to rush you but she could expire at any minute.”

witch fever! heretics camp!

a constable who is reasonable and trying to find out the truth and ensure justice prevails vs a town who is overly suspicious and thinks most people are witches

“Justice and punishment should be determined by the law, Mr Frankly, not hearsay and an angry mob.”

that is what i call a primal scream!

...and they all seem to have heard it or felt that anger... this is going to be so good :)

those two servants, being accused to killing her are the ones who raised her and people really believe they would kill her?

“I'll tell you what she's doing in Seaside. Her ma and her pa owned that manor she lives in on the edge of the forest. They bred like fucking rabbits. There was a whole big bunch of them. And the whole load of them was wiped out by a plague when Judy was just a little 'un. Left behind just her and the two servants, who had to raise her up. And then one day, Punch passed through town with his magic show or whatever it was he was doing. Charmed the pants off everyone, especially her. So she ran away with him, learned puppets, and they travelled all over and they got sure and famous. They even had a show in the big smoke and everything. But it all went bottoms up when that arse-worm husband couldn't control his boozing... ..or his temper. And they got booted out of near every town. Flat broke when he knocked her up. So they had to slink back here, tails 'tween legs. He thinks he's too good for Seaside. I'd say he pretty much fits right in.”

i don’t know if that’s what’s happening but i am so here for judy essentially surviving because the hatred, anger and revenge she wants to take against her husband

“only scouts have pencils.”

she definitely imagined that rabbit being punch - of what she is going to do to him.

“Since when does what's right make any difference? What do you think we're all doing out here? Hm? You think we're out here because what's right is important to anyone in that town? Every one of us is wanted for some made-up reason or other. Most done nothing to warrant it. We gotta let it go, let it all go, let all of it go, all of it. Everything we had before we were cast out. Just keep moving forward and hope the rest of the world catches up.”

“They already think you're dead, and now suddenly you're not. That's gonna make you a witch or some kind of devil in their eyes for sure.”

“If I don't go back, he wins. I have to run away. I have to leave my home. He wins.”

they really beat up two old people just to get them to say they did something they didn’t do.

judy out here living her best life and being happy while punch’s life is falling apart... it’s what he deserves

i think that constable knows they are innocent but doesn’t know what to do to help them.

...and that someone would be judy :)

polly deserves better :(

yikes... that was really, really bad - i’m guessing that judy was the one who wrote all of that.

they’re using children instead of puppets?

the shock of the audience is amazing!

imagine watching children fight and hurt each other and actually egging them on hurt each other more.

“If you laugh, others will laugh with you. If you stop laughing, you die.”

“what’s you say, punch? want to team up with the devil?”

judy pretending to be an evil spirit in order to convince her husband that the devil is interested in him and wants to work with him... SHIT! THIS IS INCREDIBLE :))))))

she did that with puppets, didn’t she?

what a beautiful song :)

he’s actually doing the right thing?

punch, you’re a shit!

that awkward moment when you’re going to hang two people and someone cut the ropes so they survive and instead just fall on the ground.

they are coming for the townspeople with axes - epic :)

“I am no witch. This man here, my husband, killed my baby and tried to kill me. It seems to me something is very wrong with this town. You kill and cast out your best souls! Here you are trying to off two of the kindliest, gentlest folk this town has ever known. And based on what? A suspicion? A false accusation by this man? You've all been sick as pigs since you cast out Dr Goodtime with her medicines and such. You're all dressed like hobo street monkeys since you chased sartorial Alice here into the forest. You call us witches, but what is a witch but a person who sits just outside your blinkered view of the world. And by that reckoning, you should all be afraid. Because I know you all live daily with the fear of your own difference. Today the witch is me... ..but I think you all know, you all fear, that tomorrow the witch might be you!”

OMG!!!!!! i don’t know who was more shocked at that - me or the audience?

and this is the beginning of the punch and judy show!

THAT WAS AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!!!

#judy and punch #judy & punch #kraina liveblogs films

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no-d4y-but-tod4y · 4 years

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Listen. My two brain cells and I don’t know how to put the cut in. May a wise elder please enlighten me?

I finally did a first kiss fic who’s proud of me.

Enjoy!

———

Close Encounters

‘I wish we were playing spin the bottle.’

Frank sat in his living room amongst a circle of friends, playing traditional party games, talking themselves hoarse and taking advantage of all the Transylvanian wine the attendees had commandeered back with them. ‘Proper wine,’ Frank exclaimed in delight, ‘not that juice they have here.’ In a situation like this, Frank could pretend he was still on his home planet. That he’d never left. Had it not been, however, for one very significant addition that he held under his arm, and hadn’t left his side all night.

As far as real life aliens go, Alma had only ever known Frank, and had but a moderate friendship with Magenta and Riff Raff. Therefore she didn’t know how to react when she found out that a whole gaggle of aliens were due to arrive in Frank’s castle that very evening. He didn’t pressure her into anything but Alma thought it important to make an effort and show interest in Frank’s culture and heritage.

And, nerves aside - a whole group of spacey friends. How cool was that.

However sitting in a circle of complete strangers with unusual and scary faces who all had a fascination with her as if she were a puppy, proved to be much more daunting than she thought.

‘No,’ declared an impossibly beautiful woman dressed entirely head to toe in pink (from her ludicrously long eyelashes to a the small piercings on each finger) with the ironic name of Orchid. ‘We’re playing truth or dare first.’

Alma’s stomach dropped. She had no doubt they would be kind and friendly towards her. But still...

‘Who wants to go first?’

‘Draw names.’ A man’s voice spoke next, without a doubt the most unsettling man there. Alma thought herself a respectful person, and Frank had already warned her that his people did look different and it might come as a bit of a shock. However none of that could have prepared her for the impressionistic steeliness of Nabokov.

He was the only one Alma couldn’t keep her composure around. Of course she felt guilty for being afraid of him, but with his impossible height, meshed eyes, skin completely covered in tattoos and piercings, a forked tongue and a mouthful of sharpened metal teeth, she found herself running to Frank like a child. She couldn’t be swayed by anyone, until the man himself sank down to her level, reached behind her right ear and produced the most enourmous blue jewel. He allowed her to stare in awe at it for a few moments. Letting the stone catch the light from different angles, Nabokov asked if she’d like to keep it. Of course she said yes, and her left ear produced an exquisite good chain of equal value. He attached the stone and clasped it around her neck and asked if they could be friends.

She adored the present. She didn’t like to think of it’s value. She still struggled to look at him.

A guest clad in nothing but a skin coloured, jewel encrusted body stocking removed a bowler hat from the non-verbal attendee with the pointy ears on their right, upturned it and placed it on the table. A seventh guest, not alien-like at all except for the watchful eyes and fae-like features, put down a handful of pens and the final member with feathered hands and a treacherously long tail threw in a packet of post-it notes.

Orchid took the pen and paper and began writing down names, saying them as she went.

‘Me... Halcyon... Wilford... Frank... Nabokov... Lorian... Serephine...and Alma.’ She winked and kissed Alma’s paper before she dropped it in. She shook up the papers inside the hat and swirled it around with her fingers, keeping her eyes closed. She plucked one and held it in the air before unfolding it and gasping in delight. ‘Frankie!’ She beamed at him and everyone seemed to suddenly be paying more attention. ‘Truth or dare?’

Please don’t say dare, please don’t say dare...

‘Go on then. Truth.’

She held the paper close to her chest, thinking hard. The most human of the bunch nudged Orchid’s arm and mouthed something that looked like be nice.

They were thinking of her. She was associated with Frank now, and they didn’t want her to feel embarrassed.

‘Describe your first kiss.’

‘Ever?’

‘Well obviously not.’ She didn’t need to say anything else.

Frank squeezed Alma’s hand. ‘We’ll both answer.’ He cleared his throat and got comfortable. ‘I was a charity gala...’

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Frank scanned the function hall full of decorated tables. Every ticket sold, not a single refund. The black and white theme of this prestigious fundraising event shrouded the room in a sense of sleekness and sophistication. Luxurious black velvet on expensive white tablecloths. Elegant champagne flutes blown with glossy wisps of dark glass. Benefactors and patrons, chairmen and spokespeople dressed in fine ivories and hues from the deepest midnight sky.

In short, he’d done well.

A hand clapped on his shoulder and he jumped out of his skin.

The uniformed man pumping his hand was so animated he didn’t seem to realise he’d nearly given his counterpart a heart attack. He couldn’t sing Frank’s praises loud enough, and went on to explain in great detail all the funds he would set aside after such a wonderful feat and which figures were going where. ‘I wasn’t too sure about advocating for such an unusual cause but after your splendid performance tonight, my friend, I certainly am now!’

‘Oh, thank you sir,’ replied a slightly bewildered Frank. ‘You’re too kind, really. I’d like to take this opportunity credit my phenomenal team, they are the real stars of the show. I couldn’t have done this without them - hello gorgeous, what are you doing here?’

Frank blatantly turned his back on the man (who didn’t even notice, he spotted another patron across the room and made a beeline for them) in the middle of talking to him as Alma had appeared in the room. He hadn’t been expecting her presence at all, but this pivotal night had just become even more memorable. She threw her arms around him and he returned the embrace with equal ferovr. He picked her up and twirled around once, twice, three times, mindful of her beautiful dress for the occasion. ‘Oh darling, what a lovely surprise to see you here!’ He set her down carefully, keeping a gentle grip on her waist. ‘Tell me - are you here to see me?’

She shook her head, smoothing down her hair with an endearing little grin. ‘No, but what a coincidence. I’m actually doing work experience. That’s a friend from my course over there. We ran the campaign.’

‘You did all the advertising?’

‘And the branding, and the social media and the logos! Didn’t you know?’

‘No, I-!’ He stopped and looked around, pretending to scowl. ‘I hadn’t the slightest idea sunshine, I shall be having words tonight.’ But aren’t you a clever girl!’ She giggled and bowed her head. ‘Come with me, darling, you can be my PA.’ He offered his arm, pretending he hadn’t noticed the pink flush in her cheeks.

They stayed joined at the hip for the rest of the night. Alma held her own when they were approached by hundreds of people with varying degrees of importance, but didn’t like it too much when most of them inevitably asked, some with mild confusion: ‘Who are you here with tonight?’

She relied on Frank to carry the conversation and trusted him to act accordingly, which he always did. He never did anything to make her feel uncomfortable or put her on the spot. And never once did he give the same answer.

In the small hours of the morning Alma began to lag. Frank noticed how she leaned heavier on his arm. She’d gone quiet in the last half an hour. When he asked her a question, she didn’t respond.

Frank brushed her hair away from her face. ‘Darling?’

‘Sorry.’ She stifled a yawn. ‘What?’

He smiled gently, ghosting his fingers along the soft line of her jaw. ‘Do you want to get some air before we get you to bed?’

She blinked. She didn’t say anything about wanting to go to sleep. But as usual, Frank saw right through her. Stifling a smile this time, she nodded.

Frank put his arm around her and led Alma to the balcony, helping her over the step and into a chair. She kicked her shoes off and loosened the bun in her hair. She massaged her scalp, sighing in relief.

‘You’re so beautiful.’

She jumped as if someone had whispered it in her ear. It could only have been Frank. But Frank was leaning against the wrought iron bar looking out into the sprawling landscape.

Alma laughed softly and tried not to feel too disappointed. She must have imagined it, tired and aching as she was now.

‘Frankie?’

He turned, cursing himself for being so irresponsible. He couldn’t believe he’d let that slip out. Fancy saying that right in front of the poor girl! He’d explained the situation in a mature and grown up way enough times to the blatant heartache of his little shadow without fanciful ideas coming from Frank himself.

Besides, she’d never go through with it if she knew everything.

Alma’s arms stretched out towards him imploringly. She wanted to come to the edge and look at the view with him. She must be worn out by now, he should really put her to bed at this hour. Though he supposed he could entertain her for ten more minutes.

He helped her stand and guided her over to the edge with a firm and gentle hand. She could lean on the bar for a few minutes, and then they’d both call it a day.

‘I had a really nice time tonight.’ Alma’s little voice was tired and worn, though he understood.

‘I’m glad. You earned it.’ He put his arm around her, rubbing at the goosebumps on her shoulder. She could lean on him then rather than that precarious structure.

She sighed contentedly. ‘I love being around you.’ She peered up at him with her big eyes. ‘You’re my favourite person.’

Frank felt it like a knife in his heart. He didn’t expect it to feel like that. He didn’t expect to feel it this soon. But he had always expected to feel it with her.

‘Well aren’t you just the sweetest thing.’

Frank had a few more moments to think.

Frank would look after her. She made him feel sane. Frank wanted to be that person for her - the person she so badly wanted him to be - but it had never been the right time.

But the way he felt now, the way she’d always felt about him, the situation a cool night and a picturesque landscape had brought them, and just to cover all bases, her eighteenth in less than a month...

Was it really worth fighting it?

He could handle it from here. And she would understand.

Frank took her in his arms and waited for her to drape her own arms loosely around his neck. He closed the distance slowly, not wanting to frighten her and anticipating her to change her mind. He almost couldn’t believe it when they were but hair’s breath apart. Playfully, he nudged his nose against her own and to his complete devastation, she turned her face away.

‘I don’t know how-.’

‘Oh, give it a rest.’

He turned her face back to him with one firm hand under her jaw and closed his mouth around hers in one swift movement. She responded eagerly, to Frank’s relief, and due to her endearing lack of experience he was more than willing to take charge.

By her own admission Alma hadn’t a clue what she was supposed to be doing, so she let Frank guide her, after parting her lips to accept him. He chased her tongue right to the back of her mouth and continued his affectionate administrations in a slow, sensuous manner that had her burning up despite the cool autumnal air. If it weren’t for his strong arm around her waist and the other massaging the back of her neck she would have gone down long ago. From disbelief, fatigue or arousal she couldn’t be sure.

The sensation of exploring the girls mouth was driving him mad. Hot and moist, her chest heaving against his own, touching her tongue, rubbing it, chasing it, feeling her make little noises, trembling, grasping at him blindly as if she couldn’t get close enough, and when her hands crept up the back of his neck and tentatively tugged upwards on his hair he involuntarily moaned into her mouth. He hadn’t responded involuntarily since that advanced session in the Northern Sector...

Alma pulled away first - not used to holding her breath for so long - so Frank continued to leave a trail of kisses down her chin to her jaw and finishing on her neck, where he couldn’t resist taking the vulnerable exposed skin between his teeth. He dragged that moment out longer, using his trademark skills to immediate effect. He licked and sucked and nibbled at the sensitive skin of her neck, paying attention to what she was responding to and remembering it for later. As for love bites, he left it at three - and one on her shoulder. He didn’t want to embarrass her.

And if she made any more noise she’d wake the guests in the penthouse.

He brushed his lips along the curve of her neck, nipped her earlobe and tilted her head forwards, pressing a gentler kiss to her forehead. No need for words this time.

Enough now.

‘Have dinner with me,’ Frank said before Alma could pull herself together to think at all.

‘I’d love that. But it’s one am.’

He stuck his tongue out at her. ‘Feeling proud of yourself, I see?’

‘Oh no I was just-.’

‘That’s alright, darling, I’m just teasing.’ He stroked his thumb under the curve of her eye. ‘Go on up to bed now and we’ll have a talk in the morning. Would you like me to take you to your room?’

She nodded.

Frank carried her upstairs this time, but not, to Alma’s mild regret, to Frank’s bed.

———

Whether the pair in question noticed it or not, they had the entire room hanging off every word they said.

‘You really were meant to be together, weren’t you?’

Alma didn’t know who said that, and didn’t have time to locate them before Frank said, ‘Enough of this love fest. Romance, feelings? I don’t know her.’ He didn’t react it when everyone grinned or rolled their eyes.

Frank squeezed Alma’s hand.

‘Spin the bottle time now. I’m going first!’

———

Alma <3

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hochelaga [peter parker]

summary: Peter never really had a ton of positive male influences in his life, and at this point he had given up his hopes of ever having one— that is, until he meets Happy.

wc: 4200ish.

themes: angst, peter’s a misunderstood and troubled teen, some happy stuff in the end (cuz i physically can’t write shit that doesn’t end in a happy ending ok), trust issues, happy cares about peter, some family fluff because i just want peter to be happy ok:’’(

warnings: cursing (da usual), underage smoking & mentions of nicotine addiction, me trying to be deep haha yikes!

a/n: title is a song by alexandre poulin. (it’s a really good song, i highly recommend listening to it in the background while reading/listening to it after! i translated the lyrics in english but it isn’t an exact translation, i changed a bit of the words to fit in more with the story!!) i recently listened to it again and it inspired me to write this. a lot of fics have tony as a parental figure in peter’s life, and he was my first choice for this fic too, but in the end happy just... made more sense. but honestly?? idek if this fic makes any sense. hopefully it does lmao

if you have any questions about this fic, feel free to send me an ask!

please note that the plots of CIVIL WAR, INFINITY WAR & ENDGAME are excused in this fic.

available on ao3.

T’es pas mon père, tu t’prends pour qui? (You’re not my dad, who do you think you are?) Tu sais rien de moi pis de mes amis. (You know nothing about me or my friends.)

Peter scoffs to himself as he hears May laugh in the living room; he hisses at the contact of alcohol on his skin, groaning at the large gash on his forearm. He quickly bandages it up, making sure to wear a long sleeve shirt in order to hide the large white cotton wrapping around his injured limb.

As soon as he hears footsteps, he swiftly hides the first-aid kit under his bed.

May opens his bedroom door, still wearing her work clothes and a huge smile on her face. “Peter!” She grins, walking towards him and grabbing his arm— the one that had been sliced open just an hour ago. He inwardly winces, but keeps on his indifferent face.

He has a front to maintain.

“Come on! I have someone for you to meet.”

Ma mère ’n’a ramené des ben plus tough, (My mom has brought home tougher guys,) Moi, les gars comme toi j’les mets dans ma poche. (Guys like you are nothing to me.)

Peter trudges to the living room, mentally preparing himself to see another man that he knows he would hate in a few days’ time.

To his surprise, however, he’s greeted by a man who’s the exact opposite of the image that he had been used to. Where the black leather jacket had been, there’s a formal black suit— complete with a tie and all. Where the gelled up hair and five o’clock shadow had been, there’s curly, salt and pepper hair with a white beard to match.

Where a smirk that seemed to size him up had been, there’s a genuine smile.

“This is Harold,” May introduces the man in front of him with such a wide grin that her eyes crinkle. “Harold “Happy” Hogan.”

What kind of fucking name is Happy?

Harold clears his throat and offers his right hand to Peter; a first for all the men that May had brought back home.

“I’m Peter.” Peter says, taking his hand. The man gently grips it, hands warm yet firm at the same time as he shook it with one of them on top of Peter’s own. “Nice to meet you, Harold.” He adds, forcing out the manners May had ingrained in him even if he doesn’t like it.

“Nice to meet you too, Peter,” Harold smiles. “And Harold’s too formal—”

“Just call me Happy.”

Pis tu vas ben faire comme tous les autres, (You’d be just like the others,) Tu vas claquer la porte en mettant ton coat. (You’d slam the door closed whilst wearing your coat.)

Harold— no, Happy, stays over for dinner. Peter left the conversation to May and him as he focuses on the news being displayed on the TV while he chews on the food that she had prepared.

“Rising vigilante, Spider-Man, spotted!” The female TV reporter announces, hair swishing left and right as she animates her words with hand gestures. “Six thieves have been found, bound with the ever familiar web and with the oh-so-famous venom puncture holes in their necks!”

“As much as his work is appreciated by many,” The announcer continues. “Is his way of justice acceptable, when these men—” The TV flickers to show the mug-shots of the six men, now incapacitated due to the poison. Peter recognizes the one who had cut his arm immediately. “Have not yet faced trial? Tonight, we will be discussing this with J. Jonah Jameson, editor in chief of The Daily—”

The TV screen suddenly goes black. Peter groans at May as he looks over at her; her arm outstretched with the remote in her hand aimed at the now blank display.

“No watching TV while we’re eating dinner.”

C’est moi du haut de mes 14 ans, (It’s my 14 year old self,) Qui veille sur le bonheur de ma maman. (Who grows old because of my mom’s happiness.)

Peter had quickly retreated in his bedroom after dinner, telling May that he still had homework to do.

The truth is that he just can’t stomach seeing Happy and his legal guardian sending love eyes to one another for another fucking hour.

Especially when he had already told himself numerous times in the past few years to never attach himself to any of the men that she brought home— no matter how happy they make her, because he knows better.

He tries to disregard their laughter outside of his bedroom. He tries to ignore the creaks of the floorboard as May sent Happy home. He tries to be oblivious to the peck that they both shared as a goodbye.

Tries; because his enhanced senses completely made sure that he notices every single one of them.

Much to his dismay.

T’es pas mon père, m’as-tu compris? (You’re not my dad, don’t you understand?) J’les connais les grands secrets d’la vie. (I already know life’s greatest secrets.)

Peter still remembers his first smoke.

He had been twelve.

It had been an experience— and when his senses got even more enhanced after he got bit, it didn’t take long for him to get addicted.

May doesn’t know about it. Just like she doesn’t know about him being a vigilante.

As soon as he hears a scream from an alley not too far from where he’s perched, Peter drops his smoke onto the cement— squishing and therefore extinguishing it with his foot.

He shoots a web onto the light pole to his right, hoping that whoever it is that he’ll save, that they’ll give him money for his services; just like what most people would do.

Peter lets out a breath, missing the nicotine in his lungs.

He’ll need it for another hit.

Garde tes histoires pis tes conseils, (Keep your stories and advices to yourself,) Check, fais tes affaires, j’vas faire pareil. (Look, mind your business and I’ll do the same.)

Happy comes over again for dinner.

As May cooks, they both sit on the sofa, watching the news.

“Spider-Man strikes again!” The same female reporter from a few days ago announces. “This time it seems that he has saved over a dozen people in a department store by binding the attacker in his webs and incapacitating him with his ‘venom’!”

Happy groans beside him and Peter looks up at him, annoyed. What’s his deal?

As if he can read minds, Happy looks back at him, a stern look on his face.

“Listen,” He starts, head downcast to stare at him in the eye. “If something like that ever happens to you, you go and run the other way— alright?”

Peter scoffs at his words and breaks eye contact. As if.

Happy doesn’t seem to be content with his answer. So stubbornly, he asks, “Peter? Do you understand?”

Peter subtly rolls his eyes. Who does he think he is?

“Yeah,” He just replies back, not wanting to strike another conversation with another person who thinks that they have more power than him.

He has had enough of those.

Mais si jamais tu mets l’pied dans ma chambre, (If you even enter a foot in my room,) J’te jure que j’te paye des vacances. (I’ll make sure that you’ll regret it.)

“Peter!”

Peter quickly fumbles out of his suit, pulling the red and blue cloth off rapidly as he opens his closet door to stuff it in. At full speed, he grabs his venom and web shooters and locks them inside his desk drawer.

The footsteps don’t cease, and Peter only manages to get a shirt over his head and a pair of boxers over his legs before his door opens to reveal Happy; an eyebrow raised at him.

It doesn’t take long before the man’s eyes widen upon casting sight onto his bleeding legs.

“Jesus Christ, Peter, what happened to you?” He asks, opening the door even more to let himself in. “Are you okay?”

Peter doesn’t even try to keep the bubbling rage inside him as Happy carelessly welcomes himself into his bedroom; the only space that he has to himself. The only place that understands him.

“Yes!” Peter cries out, anger coursing through his veins. Fucking hell, he doesn’t have time for this. “Now please— get out!”

Happy, surprised at his outburst, moves backwards until his feet were a mere inches away from Peter’s bedroom door frame. “Okay, okay— I’m glad that you’re okay,” He raises his hands up in retaliation, sighing. “But still, what in the hell happened to you, kid?”

Peter doesn’t answer, instead he ignores the burning pain across his legs while walking towards the door with the goal of closing it. He grits his teeth in the process.

“That’s none of your business.”

Ma mère pense ’t’es l’homme de sa vie, (My mom thinks that you’re the love of her life,) Moi, j’te donne pas trois semaines pis t’es parti. (Me? I’ll bet that you’ll leave after three weeks.)

Peter had been genuinely surprised when he had come back home to find May and Happy in the kitchen, flour and eggs scattered everywhere.

Their smiles are bright.

Peter clears his throat, effectively gaining their attention as he crosses his arms across his chest. “What are you guys doing?” He asks, throwing a pointed look at May who just laughs at his question.

“What does it seem like we’re doing, Pete?” She replies, a huge smile still displayed on her face. “We’re trying to bake a cake!”

That still isn’t enough of an answer. “What for?” He adds; from what he remembers— which was almost everything, nobody has their birthdays today.

May just sticks her tongue out at Peter.

“It’s Happy and I’s first month anniversary, babe!”

S’rais-tu mon père jusqu’à midi? (Will you be my dad till’ noon?) J’me suis mis dans l’trouble pis comme t’es ici. (I got myself in trouble, and now you’re here.)

Peter curses at himself as he holds his head down in between his arms.

The principal doesn’t say anything to him as the air remains tense.

“I’m sorry—” Peter’s head pops up at the unexpected voice. That isn’t May. “I had a meeting— I came here as fast as I can.”

Looking to his right, Peter sees Happy taking the chair beside him; his own face stoic.

“That’s alright, Mr. Hogan,” The principal gives him a tight lipped smile. “Now, shall we discuss why I called you here?”

Happy looks at Peter, an eyebrow raised. Peter doesn't— no, he can’t bring himself to say nor explain anything.

Everything is clear.

He had fucked up.

Ç’a l’air qu’à l’école y auraient trouvé, (It seems that the school has found,) 10 grammes de shit dans mon casier. (The ten grams in my locker.)

Peter had known that he should’ve been more cautious; he knew that his school had a strict rule against cigarettes. He had known.

However, did that knowledge still stop him from lighting one up?

No.

Is it a surprise that he was caught?

No.

Peter bites his tongue as he tries to even out his breathing.

The next thought passes by his mind and he can’t help but wholeheartedly agree.

I’m a disappointment.

Faudrait pas l’dire à ma mère, (Please, don’t tell my mom,) Elle s’rait ben capable de trop s’en faire. (She wouldn’t be able to handle it.)

Happy took him home.

The whole car ride had been silent; neither party focusing more on the road than one another.

Peter forces himself to speak up once Happy has parked his car in front of the brick building.

“Please..” He croaks out, feeling the tears welling up in his eyes. “Don’t tell May.”

God, he hated being like this.

A pause follows, and Peter worries for a second that Happy will spill everything.

However, the man beside him lets out a sigh as he places a hand on Peter’s shoulder.

He squeezes, and for the first time, Peter doesn’t flinch at the touch of a man.

“Don’t worry kid,” Happy says.

“I won’t.’

Toi, tu sais comme moi qu’on passe par là, (You know just as well as me that we all go through this,) Quand on devient un homme dans Hochelaga. (That this is how we grow up in Hochelaga.)

May gives them both a bright smile as they enter the apartment.

“Dinner will be ready in a sec!” She tells them both; giving Peter a warm hug and Happy a peck on the cheek before sprinting back to the kitchen.

Peter just looks up at the man beside him who grew red at his guardian’s antic.

He doesn’t even try to stop the genuine laugh coming out of his throat as Happy looks back at him, trying his best to mask his fondness for May with annoyance. “What?” He scrunches his nose up at Peter, trying to act tough but failing as his flushed face goes against him.

Peter just continues snickering. “Nothing.”

The sudden happiness in his stomach’s overwhelming.

S’rais-tu mon père jusqu’à cette nuit? (Will you be my dad until tonight?) J’me souviens même plus quand l’mien est parti. (I don’t even remember when mine left.)

After dinner, Peter had mustered up the courage to ask both May and Happy if they wanted to watch a movie. They both had said yes— but Peter knew that May never really had a thing for sci-fi movies, and so it isn’t a surprise for him when she had blacked out thirty minutes into ‘The Empire Strikes Back.’

Happy, however, still has his eye focused on the film. In fact, he seems to be enjoying it way more than Peter— which was a complete yet welcomed surprise.

He doesn’t ever remember having witnessed something so nice like this after his passing: May curling up against someone, a smile on her face as she slept; completely serene as the man who she loved cradles her back. It was a sight that pulled at Peter’s heartstrings, yet also tied them into pretty bows at the same time.

As the sounds of the movie fills the air, Peter realizes something which made him smile.

He can get used to this.

Y avait pas grand temps pour dire « Je t’aime ». (There wasn’t really a lot of time to say “I love you.”) Entre la DPJ pis le HLM. (Between the CSS and the DSS.)

After that night, May and Happy had started saying “I love you”‘s to one another more often.

He and Happy got closer— and slowly…

Peter let his walls down bit by bit.

On pourrait p’t’être r’garder la T.V., (Maybe we can watch some TV,) Quand maman rentrera d’son shift au PFK. (When mom does her shift at KFC.)

“What‘cha doing there, kid?” Happy asks him as he knocks on Peter’s door, slowly pulling it ajar.

Peter looks up from his papers, rubbing at his eyes as he lets out a yawn. He gives Happy a nod to let him know that it’s okay to come in.

The man then walks up beside him, a hand on his hip as he looks over at Peter’s calculations. He makes a face. “Yeah no, if you’re gonna ask help for this stuff, you better ask Tony and not me.”

Peter makes a face at him, not sure if he’s joking or being serious. What is it with him bringing up this Tony dude? He doesn’t even know who he is.

“Ask who?” He snorts, shaking his head. “Tony Stark?” He jokes.

“Uh, yeah? Who else?” Happy looks at him like he doesn’t know if Peter’s joking or not. “Tony Stark, billionaire, inventor, Iron-man? AKA the guy that I work for?”

Peter’s eyes widen. “Wait a minute—- this whole time you’ve been talking about Tony Stark and not your like— eccentric best friend?” He lets his jaw touch the floor in shock.

Happy just laughs at him. “Yeah?”

Peter blinks his eyes and shakes his head, and now it suddenly made so much more sense as to why Happy seems to always be in a full suit.

“Anyway,” Happy interrupts Peter’s thoughts, hands going in his pockets. “I was just thinking that you may want to take a break, kid— maybe watch a movie or something before you burn yourself out. Netflix just added Aliens, and May isn’t here.” He raises an eyebrow as his lip quirks up.

Peter’s ears perk up upon hearing the movie title. He’s been dying to watch the movie ever since Happy had suggested it, but most of the time he never got to as May had forbidden him to watch— as she so eloquently put it— “Those disgusting and disturbing movies.”

“Fine, fine—“ He waves off Happy, turning his front back to his desk, trying not to sound too giddy. “Lemme just clean this up.”

“It’s gonna be fun, kid, trust me.”

Peter just shakes his head, a hint of a smile on his face.

Happy turned out to be right.

Ce serait drôle un jour d’aller jouer aux quilles, (It would be fun to go bowling, one day.) Ç’a l’air qui font ça dans les vraies familles. (It seems like real families do that.)

May had suggested that they all go bowling one Sunday night.

Happy taught Peter and May how to strike.

Peter doesn’t know if, in the end, it had been a good idea as Happy ended up losing.

Still, Peter appreciates him going out of his way to teach him something that he doesn’t know.

It had been such a long time since he hasn’t taught himself something.

It was a nice change.

S’rais-tu mon père pour toute la vie? (Will you be my dad for the rest of time?) L’temps passe, pourtant t’es pas parti. (Time has passed, but you still haven’t left.)

“Happy anniversary!” May laughs as she hands something to Happy.

It’s been two years since they’ve been together. Peter still can’t believe that time can fly by so fast.

Happy kisses her on the cheek as he pulls out something from his pocket; a small, velvet box.

Peter tries his best not to shake the camera in his hands. He already knew that this was going to happen— hell, he had planned it with Happy himself, but the happiness and excitement bubbles in his stomach and rushes through every limb in his body as Happy gets down on one knee.

If it isn’t for the fact that his eyes are getting teary, he would’ve laughed at May’s shriek.

“Will you, May—“

Happy didn’t even get to finish his sentence.

“Yes!”

Moi, j’suis fatigué de jouer au tough. (I’m tired of acting tough.) J’ai dans l’ventre une carrière de roches. (My stomach is full of rocks.)

Peter stumbles into his bedroom through his window, chest-heaving as he takes off his homemade mask. He grits his teeth as he continues applying pressure onto the wound, closing his window with one of his legs.

He hears a stack of papers drop.

Peter quickly whips his head around.

Happy’s face, morphing into shock— then disbelief, then concern, then rage, greets him back.

“Is this what you’ve been doing, sneaking out all these years?” He asks Peter, gaze hard and almost deadly.

Happy rarely gets angry.

“Yes,” Peter wheezes as he stands upright; his lungs screaming for more oxygen. He winces as he continues putting pressure on the wound on his left shoulder. “I know, I know— I’m sorry but I’m—“

Happy quickly notices his discomfort. He drops his disapproving parental act for a moment and goes on full mother hen mode. “What— what is it, kid? What happened?” He moves towards Peter’s side in less than a second and Peter let’s his tired and aching body fall onto him.

“Bullet grazed me,” were the only words that he had managed to spew out through the pain.

Happy inhales a breath. “Do you have a first aid kit in here somewhere?”

“Under— under my bed.” Peter groans as Happy slowly let’s him sit on the ground; pain pulsating in his arm.

Within seconds, Happy has a needle in his hand and Peter’s trying his best not to wince nor flinch every time the sharp metal goes through his skin.

There was a pause— and then;

“I think it’s time for you to meet him.”

Peter looks up at Happy, making eye contact.

The man’s eyes are glassy.

“Who?”

Another pause. Happy lets out a sigh.

“Tony.”

Peter shakes his head. “Why?”

Happy breaks eye contact as he sets the medical instrument back down in the box.

“Because you need to know that you aren’t alone, kid.”

Pis comme c’est ma fête le mois prochain, (And since it’s my birthday next month,) M’emmènerais-tu voir une game des Canadiens? (Will you take me to a game and lunch?)

Meeting Tony Stark had been an experience, to say the least.

An experience that had ended with a brand new suit.

As Happy drives back home, Peter’s body shakes with excitement.

Once they’re both parked, Peter almost bursts open the car door— but Happy has locked it before he can even try.

“Happy?” Peter asks, an eyebrow raised. “Can you open the door?”

Happy’s hands fell from the steering wheel and onto his own lap.

“Listen, kid,” He starts, clearing his throat. “When I told Tony about you— I didn’t think that he would, you know—“ He waves his hand towards the metallic suitcase on Peter’s lap.

Peter, not a clue as to where the conversation is going, doesn’t respond.

“I just—“ Happy sighs. “You’re a smart kid. I have absolute faith in you and what you do.”

“I trust you, Peter…” Happy looks back at him, making eye contact. His voice wavers.

Peter swallows the lump in his throat. He ignores the familiar feeling of tears welling up in his eyes as Happy says one last thing;

“Just… be safe. Please.”

Pis si personne entend pis que c’est juste une fois… (And if no one else hears, and it’s just once...)

The wedding had been extravagant.

May had been wearing the white dress that his grandmother had worn; a family tradition, she had said.

Happy had worn his best suit.

Families and friends had attended. Joyful music had played.

A few of the Avengers had even showed up, wishing them both happiness.

As Peter clicks through the pictures that had been taken, a warm feeling blossoms in his chest upon seeing a specific one.

It’s a picture of him, May and Happy. The two adults were showing off their rings to the camera as both of their arms were wrapped around Peter’s shoulders, squeezing him into a one armed hug in between them both. All three of them had their lips curled up into the brightest smiles that they had ever had.

It’s his favourite.

Voudrais-tu que j’t’appelle papa? (Would you want me to call you dad?)

Peter looks at the black packet in his hand.

He shakes his head and promptly throws it to the garbage can.

Peter then swings himself home, going through his window as always to get inside. Today had been an uneventful day.

As he takes off his suit, someone knocks on his door. “Hey kid, you free for a bit? We wanna show you something.” Happy calls out.

“Just a sec!” Peter replies, putting on a hoodie and pajama pants.

As soon as he’s done he walks to the living room, seeing May and Happy on the sofa with a pile of papers on the coffee table.

Peter quirks an eyebrow. “What? Is this some sort of test?”

“No, Pete,” May chuckles at him, shaking her head. She intertwines her arm with Happy’s. “Just… sit down, will you?”

Peter does as he’s told, sitting down onto the armchair adjacent to the sofa that Happy and May are both sitting in. “Well?” He asks as soon he plops down.

Happy clears his throat. “Well—“ He starts, placing a hand on top of May’s hand. “Your Aunt— that is, if you want to call her your aunt and not… I don’t know, your mo—“

Before Happy can even finish his sentence, Peter stands up. His eyes landing and focusing themselves on the papers.

There, written in big, bold letters are the words: ADOPTION FORM.

May, upon his sudden reaction, untangles her arm from Happy’s and instead places a hand on top of Peter’s. “You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to, Pete—“

Peter looks up at May, and this time, he lets the tears fall free.

Instantly, May’s arms are around him— and it didn’t take long before Happy’s own are around him too.

“Peter? Are you okay?” May fumbles with her words, unsure on how to address his sudden outburst. “We don’t have to—“

“No,” Peter replies as he lifts his head up from their arms. “I— I want to.”

Happy, still unsure, pipes up. “Are… are you sure, kid? I mean, I understand that maybe it’s a bit too fast—“

Peter just shakes his head. He’s sobbing, but his whole body is filled with joy and excitement and glee and he’s so sure that he wants this.

“I am,” He says, as May and Happy wipe the tears off of his face.

“A hundred percent.” He smiles.

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therainbowfishy · 4 years

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Home Entertainment Recommendations

We made it through week one of self-isolation. This week seems to be slightly more surreal, and a little more difficult to get moving as routine slips further away. In any case, I thought I’d share some ways I’ve been staying entertained, and I’d love for any other recommendations to come my way, too.

Listening to

Books Unbound - Ariel Bissett and Raeleen Lemay host this bookish podcast, offer very specific recommendations, and are just a fun couple of friends to listen to if you love to read

Dear Hank & John - DFTBA!

Reply-All - I recently started listening to this podcast, and I’m already hooked. It’s about internet culture, but also both more broad and specific than that. It focuses on the bigger picture and meaning while delving into compelling, personal stories in order to zoom out.

Eating/Drinking

Salted Honey Iced Latte - Dissolve some honey, sugar, and salt together with a little bit of hot water before mixing it into a tall glass of iced coffee or cold brew. This has been getting me up and going in the mornings (fine, afternoons. Whatever, sleep schedule).

Rosemary Focaccia - It’ll goes great with all that quarantine soup you’ve been making

Tofu Banh Mi - I use this recipe, but I skip out on the daikon and lemongrass. I also use thawed tofu (freeze it, boil it, and then press it as you normally would) to get a thicker texture.

Drawing

Carson Ellis’s Prompts

April Dream Week Prompts

Postcards to send to friends - I’ve been watercoloring flowers, animals, plants, clouds, and more on 3.5”x5” of watercolor paper scraps and writing notes on the back to some snail mail to friends

Writing

Leena Creative Lock-Ins - Book lady, youtuber, thoughtful person Leena Norms has been doing daily livestreams where she uses the pomodoro technique to get in some writing in the morning. Her videos were the middle of the night my time, but I watched them when I woke up and wrote along. The 25 minute stretch is not as bad as you think--trust me, I’m a terrible procrastinator and this timed focused writing felt so doable afterwards.

Virtual Write-Ins with my Writing Group - Making plans to virtually co-work also helped me to focus and designate time for writing

Journaling every morning - My head is constantly full, especially now with extra worries, random work to-dos, and unfocused jumbles of thoughts. Spilling them out in the morning has been helpful for me. Even when I don’t think I have anything left to say, I find myself gaining more headspace after jotting down random thoughts and whatever comes to mind as soon as I wake up. Also, for more reflective writing, check out Nina Montagne’s blog post about journaling.

Watching

Good Omens - I admit that I have never been able to get into a Neil Gaiman book, but this show was both odd and delightful in a way that instantly drew me in. And it’s about the end of the world, so embrace it.

Michelle Choi - She exudes both a sense of calm and productivity. Pour yourself a cup of coffee, grab your planner, and start your day with one of her videos.

Wear I Live - Similarly, Jenny is also all about getting your life together. She’s usually on the go in New York, but also is thoughtful and reflective. Plus she knows how to make her living space an incredibly lush jungle with all of her thriving plants.

Reading

PSA: Please support your indie bookstores and small businesses during this time! I work at one, and all the booksellers are working hard to give personal recommendations (message me if you ever want any) and get books out in the mail. We really need and appreciate every single order!

I’m catching up on books I’ve borrowed and bought but haven’t gotten around to yet:

Severance by Ling Ma - This book was a choice to read right now, but I’ve had it for months. If you’re not going to pick up the apocalyptic book about a pandemic during one, then are you even going to read it? I don’t think it helped me feel any calmer or more hopeful, but it nailed the experience of being a cog in a corporate machine and how we’re all screwed. :-) (But do pick it up; it’s excellent.)

The Raven Boys by Maggie Stiefvater - I’m not too far in yet, but it feels very 2012 in a nice way...like sweeping ghostly/witchy romance, but sharply written. It’s a good nostalgic break from everything.

Movement & Exercise

Ballet with Tiler Peck - I’ve been getting back to dance class (in my kitchen) thanks to Tiler Peck’s daily livestream videos on her instagram. My hips, with their lack of turnout, insist they are too old for this, but I look forward to moving around and doing pirouettes around the house because of these videos.

& More

Talking & texting family and friends who I haven’t talked to in forever - Call your mom! Dad! Sister! Cousin! High school friend! Old roommate! Aunt! Friend down the street who you haven’t seen in a week! Old colleagues! Writing group! It’s the perfect time to catch up.

Crossword puzzles - Stretch your brain out too from time to time

French - I’m back on Duolingo. Les niveaux sont un peu basiques. Je ne sais pas si le programme m’aide à améliorer mes capacités, mais c’est mieux que rien.

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