#Interact for One (1) Raggedy Boi

[the-blankest-slate]

Starter Call! (permanent for now!)

As I get this blog up and running for now, I figured I would do a permanent starter call for people who want one and make it my pinned post! Feel free to tell me which muse you would like to make the starter for in the replies/DMs!

[cloroxcasser0le]

Animal (pt 1 :3)

summary: Jax, pomni, and Ragatha get stuck in a small room together on an adventure, so Pomni and Ragatha see this as the perfect time to put their super cool plan into effect. They’re wrong actually Jax mauls pomni and then in part 2 bad things happen to him.

AN: ion fuckin know the word count bc I’m way lazy so I’m guessing it’s like ~1K. Also I’m so excited to finish part 2 bc it has my favorite thing ever in it. This is still based off a moot saying that i should write about Jax getting what he deserves but like i said. Part two boy.

TW: Semi- graphic Violence

Ragatha awoke to a sudden BANG to her door, causing her to nearly fall out of bed. Before she hit the floor she caught herself on her nightstand, as it was the closest thing to her. 

   She caught her breath after that spook, putting a plush foot on the ground. Only after she did, she realized that there had been an “inexplicable” banana peel right next to her bed. As is typical for banana peels, it slid her right into the ground with a muffled thud, accompanied by a badly suppressed laugh from behind her door.

    Jax. Of course it’s Jax. Jax, I’m gonna KILL you. She thought as she pushed herself up and veritably charged at the door, before slamming it open to expose the culprit, like it wasn’t already a case that even Kinger, no offense!, could’ve solved with his.. history.. with problem solving. 

  “Welp, ya caught me.” He stepped further into Ragatha’s reddening vision. God, she hated that face he made when he had caused, was causing, or was about to cause something bad to happen “What’s the stare for? Thought you were gonna turn me in to the fun police on sight.” 

  The only thing she hated more than that shit with a capital S eating grin was being mean, so obviously a lot. 

 “Jax, seriously? Turn you in to the fun police?? Pranks should and honestly are only fun when everyone’s laughing!” She took in a deep breath to calm down before continuing “And I was not laughing just then, if you hadn’t noticed.”

   “Ugh, fine I’ll just go kill myself then, like Kinger’s wife” he turned back to where his door is, reaching his door and putting a hand-…paw..? 

  With the gloves they looked like hands, which is why he never took them off, because if they could get their hands on any information that made him look any more like a rabbit than he already does, with the purring and thumping and other embarrassing shit, also the fact that he literally has rabbit ears, he’d be ruined.

Luckily he didn’t have fur though, his skin was rubber or something.

  -on the handle, all in the time it took that raggedy Ann looking doll to process that. 

“JAX!! THAT’S INSENSITIVE!!”

“Or maybe you’re just sensitive!” With that, Jax swung open his door and disappeared into the (probably trashed) room.

  Maybe Ragatha needed to hate being mean a little less, because maybe Jax deserved it a little.

For the second time in that interaction, she took a deep breath. But this time it was gladly over, and she could also rest in her room.

Her head had just hit her pillow when another knock sounded, this one much softer. The only thing that drove her to peel herself off her bed was that this was probably someone nicer, like pomni. She liked her. 

••• pomni pov •••

Ragatha’s door opened, honestly surprising, as she was probably still annoyed from the argument with Jax. Speaking of that, “That.. that was you arguing with Jax earlier? Ug-“ 

••• Ragatha pov again lol I accidentally switched back in this paragraph •••

“Yeah” she sighed, intending to start talking again until she realized that’s what the other was trying to do, quickly shutting her mouth, letting Pomni continue. 

“Oh.. well, sorry about that…” she perked up “I’ve actually been devising a plan to make him… I don’t know less.. jerky? Horrible? {SPLAT}hole-ish?” Her devious tone had been lost and regained at each pause, so Ragatha didn’t know if she was too serious about this plan. 

   Regardless, she inquired “Oh? What is it?”

Ragatha decided that the unsure tone was because she didn’t know how she- her,herself!!- would react to it!! How considerate! 

This conclusion was because of how Pomni almost visibly lit up when she began telling her about it “well, it’s pretty cruel!” She chuckled, cute…Is that weird to think? Especially because it seemed kind of nervous.

“Oh! Well, he’s probably done worse.” Ragatha matched her tone, hoping she’d catch on and feel comfy enough to share something “cruel” with her. 

 “In that case! You know how he’s a rabbit? Heh, of course you do, anyway! It’s a plan, so it has multiple steps” she noticed the others… including Jax… leaving their rooms to make their way to where Caine announced adventures, and leaned in to whisper the rest to Ragatha. 

 “Are you sure that’s gonna go well? I mean, there’s a lot of variables” 

 “Eh.. let’s just not think about that”

••• Jax Pov •••

“TODAYS ADVENTURE IS: ESCAPE THE EVIL FACTORY OWNER OBBY!! As recommended by a beloved circus member!” ugh, judging by the previous adventures ‘evil’ probably doesn’t even mean anything. This is gonna be a clone adventure of Charlie and the chocolate factory, he could just smell it.”Uhm, objection! That sounds stupid.”

Caine put a gloved hand on the already annoyed rabbitoid’s shoulder “WRONG!” He said calmly before tossing Jax through the portal that the gang was already walking through, as he probably wouldn’t have gone in on his own. He was such a good ringmaster guys.

•••fast forward yay I’m lazy•••

   This was the funnest adventure ever. He didn’t know how Caine would top it, honestly. Having the time of his life. A joyous occasion. Lovely and whimsy, even. 

   Is what Jax WOULD have said if he was completely lying, this was the fuckin’ worst. 

  He was stuck in a room with ragatha and pomni, who were whispering to each other about some plan or whatever. Girls, amiright?

  Not to mention it wasn’t because of some boulder blocking a passageway, no, they were in a factory. Apparently the guy was evil and locked the door to this useless room with nothing but a buncha machines that were heating the place up like crazy.

  “Sooo… Jax.” Pomni straightened up like she was about to say something important, when there really wasn’t anything of the sort other than ‘we’re gonna be stuck here for more than 5 more minutes!’, in which case he’d abstract on the spot “do you like.. act like a rabbit or just look like one”

  “Depends, do rabbits typically tear you a new one the size of the moon? And not the kind you’re gonna see when you wake up tomorrow.”

“Uhh… no..” 

“Jax!! What’s gotten into you today!” 

“A bullet, if I’m lucky” Jax rolled his eyes like the wheel and shifted to face further away from the other two, also starting to stomp his foot in annoyance. Not the normal bouncy thing, but a full THUMP. He’d come to accept it as normal by now. 

  Pomni apparently hadn’t “well, I guess that’s a yes Ragatha!” She held back a laugh, like he was trying to this morning, as she looked back at Ragatha.

“D’awwww, he a widdle bunny boy!!” She wasn’t actually trying to be THAT condescending, but god DAMN was she. 

 “No!! No I’m not im normal unlike you!! Fag!!”

He said like a 4th grader. Sounding straight out of South Park. With his slurs and such.

“Well your tail’s wagging.“

“No it’s not!!” He grabbed his tail to keep it still or hide it, both he could’ve done without his hands. 

“Then why are you hiding it?” Pomni crossed her arms, feeling satisfied that she’s making Jax embarrassed and defensive, not to mention he’s blushing from her teasing. 

“Uhh…” 

“Exactly!” Pomni leaned back, deciding this was over. Maybe she hadn’t finished the whole plan that they were talking about earlier, but that’s just because Ragatha wasn’t doing her part.

“You know what, pomni? {BOING} you!” He wasn’t even trying to stop his paw from thumping in agitation, as he wasn’t paying attention to that, which was pretty obvious “you’re not {HONK}ing cool!” 

“I can say the same for you jaxy-boy.”

Jax didn’t respond with anything but a growl for a second “The difference is I’m actually cool.”

“Surree you are, bunny boy."

Some might call him dramatic, me? I’d call him a fuckin animal LMAO cuz that’s why he’s even mad in the first place. Anyway. 

  Jax lunged at pomni, scratching and biting at her while pinning her down with his legs, but that still left her hands free to grab his neck and choke him out , which she did as hard as she could.

  She used his surprise to push him off her and to pin him down instead, but when the shock wore off he started scratching her hands too, causing her to start to stand up, but Jax did so faster, biting her arm and unknowingly scratching at her sleeve instead of her actual arm. Nobody tell him though. 

   Ragatha was also shocked, but unlike Jax it was at the fight between the two people she was stuck with.

“G-guys!! Calm down!!” She shouted at them, not quite knowing what else she could’ve said.

“I would’ve been calm if this- OW {SPLAT}!!!” Jax had realized he was scratching at her sleeve, so he started digging his claws into where he was biting. Caine was dumb or something because rabbits aren’t predators, but that wasn’t important because Jax HAD JUST RIPPED HER FUCKING ARM OFF WHAT. 

 As is typical for people in her situation, she shrieked in pain and confusion “JAX YOU {BOIOIOING} {HONK}!!”, followed by a hard kick to his face that sent him- and her arm- into the wall. 

  Ragatha tackled him to the floor, her stuffed hands and arms getting ripped as she pushed Jax’s arms beneath him and pinned them there with his torso, that she had to forcefully hold in place as well as his head so he didn’t try to bite her “Pomni are you o- I’d help but I gotta hold him down!!” 

  Pomni stumbled to the opposite side of the room from Ragatha and a probably rabid Jax.. honestly, forget the probably, she wouldn’t be surprised if he started foaming from the mouth.

 As she sat down, Pomni managed a response “ugh.. it’s fine, you wouldn’t be able to help anyway because he would probably be attacking you right now.. ughhh {BANG}”

“The others will- EEK!” Jax struggled noticeably harder than he had been, causing her to lose the advantage she had over him right now momentarily. Which could’ve been bad “-probably be here soon! Then uhm.. I’m sure they’ll have something to restrain him with, so we won’t have to hold him down.”

   While Ragatha said that, she looked down at him, almost feeling bad. He probably wasn’t in his right mind right now, maybe this is something that came with his avatar, because Caine is fucking stupid. He also probably isn’t in full control of himself, because the jax she knows would never do something like THAT.

[missrommydolly]

10 facts about rommy dolly!!

1. Rommy Dolly can break the fourth wall and is aware that she is a fictional character. She enjoys talking to the audience because she feels that, with only you, she can speak with someone else who is real, making her feel less alone.

2. Rommy loves bad boys. Can you blame the girl? She feels immediately charmed by their dark aesthetic and mysterious vibe, but this often leads her into dangerous relationships.

3. Rommy has powers to travel through universes, allowing her to jump from place to place.

4. When Rommy falls too deeply for someone, her darker tendencies can surface, making her possessive or jealous, especially when she feels threatened by potential rivals.

5. Rommy loves the most cliché romance tropes, like love triangles, accidental kisses, and dramatic love confessions in the rain. She secretly imagines herself in those scenarios.

6. Rommy has an insatiable love for sweets. If you want to cheer her up, a box of chocolates is the way to her heart.

7. Despite being a hopeless romantic, Rommy is terrible at flirting. She either freezes up or accidentally embarrasses herself by saying something overly dramatic or cheesy.

8. Rommy Dolly is a raggedy doll of monster origin, featuring small visible horns, but she keeps her tail and claws hidden most of the time. She’s self-conscious about her monster traits and tends to hide them when interacting with others. Although they can come out when she's feeling intense emotions, like anger.

9. She likes musicals, drawing, reading, and baking sweet treats!

10. If Rommy meets another Rommy from an alternative universe, she would hate it, as one of her fears is being replaced and forgotten. There can be only one Rommy! And she is not afraid to get violent so everybody knows she's the original.

[bardinthezone]

Watching Making myself sit through Moffat's Who, trying to give it a decent chance and I can't stand it already. Y'know why?

The stupid fucking love triangle.

Because not only is it just generally annoying as a trope, but it is so poorly written here. It takes over the show in a really obnoxious way and completely flanderizes characters who, in the first episode, were decent people.

Rory is portrayed as a fool for being... concerned that his fiance is cheating on him with the not-actually-imaginary friend she's been obsessed with since childhood, who she ran off with and kissed (A normal thing to be concerned about!!). And just generally, he's portrayed as a bumbling idiot. As the one who just gets confused and makes one-liners about being insecure. And both Amy and the Doctor just brush him off, leave him behind! Mocked by the woman who's supposed to be there for him and abandoned by the Doctor who's meant to keep him safe. He's being reduced to basically just comic relief here, and it sucks.

The Doctor is so.. aloof. More so than 10 and DEFINTELY moreso than 9. He's a silly, childish man who often fails to recognize the emotional consequences of his actions. He has his emotional moments, yes, but a lot of his writing falls victim to what I call "Sherlock Syndrome." When Moffat just writes an aloof super genius and expects the audience to fawn over him because he has good outfits and witty one-liners. Matt Smith is a fantastic actor and he carries a lot of his run, but putting glitter on a turd doesn't stop it being a turd.

Amy is yet another victim of the "every woman falls madly in love with the Doctor" pitfall. Worked with Rose, got old with Martha and after that almost every one-off woman who flirted with him just made me roll my eyes. Her obsession and anger with the Doctor didn't have to be romantic, but Moffat just couldn't resist writing a "strong female protagonist" who's sexy and she knows it, who loves having all the boys fawn over her and flirts without a care in the world. Who's a brash girlboss in charge of her boys, but who also turns into a sobbing damsel in distress at the slightest sign of danger.

All three of these characters are so blatantly characatures of themselves right now that it takes me out of it. They're all just quippy one-liners of their smartness or their brashness or their insecure foolishness. Can these types of people exist in real life? Yeah. But the way they're written about here is just obnoxious. I'm willing to accept that later Moffat seasons might be better than this (at least on the interpersonal conflict side of things), but it's season 1 and he's already dropping the ball so hard.

We could've gotten something truly marvelous, with a PLATONIC conflict based on the Raggedy Man from her childhood finally coming back and offering her freedom from a boring adult life. She's enamored with him, but doesn't entirely trust him because hey, he massively fucked up once already. Maybe Rory is concerned about his place in Amy's life, and Amy tries to be comforting. Maybe she messes up, maybe she says the wrong thing. Maybe she says the wrong thing right before losing Rory to the crack in space and time. But she has to try, because why should I care about a relationship where one person doesn't care about the other's happiness, at least a little? And right now it just feels like she doesn't.

I'm not saying shows shouldn't have interpersonal conflicts and flawed protagonists. They should! But to pull that off well, you have to make us want to see these characters grow. You have to give us a reason to enjoy watching these characters interact, even at their low points. And revisting Moffat's run as an adult, I don't feel enjoyment. I just feel annoyed.

[pinetreesandtea]

Clone Wars Characters Playing Minecraft Part 1

Ahsoka Tano

Doesn’t really stay in one place, constantly travelling 

However her main base is with the 501st base

Stacked in all kinds of meat

constantly trading 

Will do errands for you, need Iron? No problem, she’ll go mining! Need wool? She’ll give you some!

Her skin was made by Jesse, and it’s absolutely perfect

CONSTANTLY fighting mobs

Queen at jump attack 

Kills the wandering trader

either keeps the wandering traders Llama’s or kills them for leather

Favourite biome is the Mesa Biome 

y’know how u can crouch and some people spam the crouch to make it look like they’re vibing? She does that

Everyone thinks its very cute 

they can’t say no to her 

perfect mic, sounds clear on the discord vc

gamertag - Snips501st

Anakin Skywalker

He likes the plains biomes that’s connected to the ocean

He’s constantly building

has built a perfect replica of the Twilight, Resolute, the Negotiator, race pods, and buildings of Naboo and Coruscant

In a prank war against Ahsoka

When he does leave his base, it’s to check out everyone else’s builds, prank Obi-Wan and Ahsoka 

For the life of him, he can’t farm 

got killed by an Iron Golem 

He doesn’t really sleep, usually dies from the Phantoms 

Everyone either has to scream or spam the chat for him to sleep

Named his pet dogs after r2 and 3p0

also has died from Bees many times 

goes fishing all the time

eats zombie flesh

He gets his supplies from Ahsoka 

trades that for things he’s caught from fishing 

he originally had a very good mic, but ended up giving it to Rex

a very raggedy mic, but it somehow works perfectly

his game sometimes freezes

Gamer Tag - TheChosenOne

Obi-Wan

He doesn’t really do much

He has a nice house in a birch forest

All the paintings are up, he likes to study them and come up with the stories behind them

KING at enchanted books

Hasn’t died yet

Everyone is betting when he will die in the game 

Ahsoka so far is going to win the bet “Master Kenobi is the best”

Has a beautiful garden

Collects discs

Likes to listen to the in game music

also likes to fish

He buys flowers from Cody

Keeps a book and quill as a death archive of everyone's deaths

Makes very pretty banners

Kinda clueless

Skin made by Ahsoka, (The skin is usually an animal onesie. Ahsoka once somehow made the skin transparent, so Obi-wan’s head was just floating LMAO)

He finds it sweet that his grand-padawan is making him stuff, absolutely loves it

His mic is glitchy, usually cuts out and uses the chat 

Gamertag - ObiWan.K

Rex

The 501st has a large main base in a mountain village, the base is hidden in the mountain

Runs around with Ahsoka

Is extremely deadly at the Crossbow 

also carries a sword

decked out in armour

usually has to remind Ahsoka to wear armour when they’re about to fight a mob boss

In a book and quill, has all plans written out 

Whenever he finds spawners, he turns them into  mob spawner farms

He organizes adventures with Ahsoka and the 501st (Usually exploring)

Basically expeditions 

Whenever Ahsoka or any of his brothers get bored, he creates an interactive adventures rp 

carries extra stuff in case someone needs anything

attempts to stop Ahsoka from killing the wandering traders

Has died only thrice 

(Once when he first spawned in the world, killed by an Enderman. Second time he was pushed into Lava. Third time he got blown up) 

Is one of the mods of the minecraft Server 

Also a mod on the discord server 

Uses a high end mic given by Anakin

If any of his brothers kill him or destroy his build, he will go on a rampage 

Has killed all his brothers numerous times -

except for Tup and Kix

Accidentally killed Dogma when he was chasing Fives

Skin made by Jesse

Gamertag - rRexxter5O1st

Cody 

Absolutely unhinged 

Chaotic

Also constantly hunting mobs 

Brutally kills mobs

Somehow got Elytra wings after five minecraft days

Good armour 

collects flowers

The 212th’s base is camouflaged in the Jungle, They’ve built inside the Jungle trees and remodeled the Jungle temples

If he see’s them, he joins Rex and Ahsoka in running around

The 501st and 212th have a lil Faction war. Which Ahsoka can only spectate

Has a pet dog named after Wolffe 

Protects Obi-Wans house/land

Prevents Anakin from blowing up Obi-Wan’s house

He fights with his fists

or a trident

Has a chicken farm

Mines a bunch 

also can’t farm for the life of him 

If he’s not running around with Rex and Ahsoka, hunting mobs, mining, he’s in the nether

Most of his deaths are from being in the nether

Died from trying to sleep in the nether 

Also gets jumped by Piglins and zombie pigmen

His mic is decent, not too good, not too bad

Allows Ahsoka in the 212th base

Also takes part in the interactive adventure rp Rex does when Ahsoka and the boys are bored

Absolutely loves playing the villain (his villain is called Fists of Wrath)

Somehow got an amazing mic

Also the mod on the discord server

However, he isn’t the mod on the Minecraft server

Has two skins he rotates from, one made by Ahsoka and the other made by Waxer and Boil

(Waxer does the base of the skin and Boil adds details)

Gamertag - cKode_BestBatallion212th

[blonde-toddy]

Random and Not So Random thoughts while watching Bridgerton: Season 1, Episode 2

Childbirth scenes are always fun right?

I'm guessing this is the Dukes mother.

Oh he's one of those 'give me a son' types.

Yep they the Dukes parents.

Lady Danbury laying down the law wherever she goes....y'all gonna let her see her friend!

His mother died in childbirth.....fucking hell.

At least he got a son, I guess.

Simon ......... Bassett

Sad, pensive Simon....still hot.

The queen needs all the tea!

Who's that your Grace? Tis not Daphne. You better go promenade mf!

Violet and Danbury still plotting.....

"Only five minutes alone with you in a drawing room...." Jesus! Honey she felt that....and he knew he flexed a lil too hard on that one. But fuck me, it was hot!

Yes Eloise, you're a Jo March. We fucking get it. Womaning is hard and societal expectations are bullshit. They really laid it on thick with her and I hope she becomes a bit more multidimensional.

Hold up. These poor girls don't even know where babies come from. Oh the chastity of it all.

Not that Penelope out here telling Marinas business low key.

Damn....her non-hoe brothers are lightweight roasting her. Ya sis is a baddie! Get with it.

They really don't tell these women shit about sex. Lil brother out here trying to spill the tea though. VIOLET! TALK! TO! YOUR! DAUGHTERS!

Awe shit. Daphne got fans again.......oh and here comes creepy fucking Berbrooke.

Damn Anthony you really calling her disrespectful while you out here trying to sell her like cattle to Berbrooke. Fuck. Off.

Oh it's definitely immaturity. I can't keep on with Anthony's ass. Something has got to shake.

Oh, Violet....you want it to be the Duke.

Shirtless Duke! Yes, please.

"A great deal goes on in a mind as quick as mine." Gawd help me. Kick his ass Simon! Protect your situationship partner!

Poor baby Simon can't speak so well......oh and his daddy is EVIL evil.

Penelope trying to be friendly with the expectant. She needs answers. But DAMN! Even Marina won't explain sex. Somebody help these women. Love does not impregnate. I fucking can't.

The queen of shade appears bored by a lack of new tea.

Get your eggs Daphne!

Violet gets to have tea with the queen....so that means Daphne wears diamonds to tonight's ball. Okay.

Ok Queen Danbury. Get the Duke in line.

Aww Lady Danbury and little Simon! She's here to give that boy the love he deserves. Look at this Queen Fairy GODMOTHER! I just adore her. She really is the queen to me.

Danbury blocking Anthony's attempts at cockblocking is big energy. I want Ratafia now. Let me go Google what in the hell that is and where to find it.

I feel like that lil spin Simon did was a bit of improv, but I liked it.....and you can't tell me they weren't having a real life ball dancing together in that scene. That was legit laughter between friends. I'm here for it. They brought the energy in that dance.

Here goes Anthony's ass trying to fuck it up again. This time he wants middle brothers help. Middle brother just wants to chill, not dance with his sister, bro. I like middle brother. Yes I know his name is Benedict.

Simon shading Berbrooke is gold. Calling him the fuck out was even better.

Oh Anthony....took you long enough.

Daphne is not here to have her honor protected by ANY MAN. I love this bitch. Simon was just trying to help though.

Danbury planting her lil seeds. This is her world. We just wish we lived in it.

Simons going to take the air....ah walk home. Because nothing bad ever happens on a dark walk home.

This mf Berbrooke just will not stop. He gets more disgusting with each interaction, I swear. But what you're not gonna do, is keep disrespecting Daphne. The Duke out here growling at this mf.

Ooooh I love a good head butt!

I stan a fake couple who beat up the same perv.

Oh now this EVIL mf.

You trying to prove yourself. Poor baby.

Old dogs. New tricks. We all know the saying. That mf man is awful. I see some daddy issues coming to the story. That's probably why he stopped himself from completely pulverizing Berbrooke. He doesn't want to be cruel like his father.

Sad reflective Simon.....hiding his pain literally and figuratively.

Damn, Whistledown, Daphne does not want Berbrooke. Everybody knows that. Stop trying to make it a thing.

"It does not matter what the Duke thinks, Rose." Sure, Jan.

I'm sick of this basket weave haired bitch.

Oh Portia.

Penelope and Eloise still knowing nothing about sex is depressing.

Fuck off Anthony. Daphne is done with your fuckery...and she's calling you tf out. I'll say it again, Daphne is my bitch.

Heyyyyy Simon!

Oooof Daphne sees that bruised up hand. You really gonna lie and say boxing. Boy bye.

Oooooh the cuff-buttoning and banter with instense eye contact. KEEP FEEDING ME!

Oh here comes this mf Berbrooke. Duke, you're busted. Simon ready to throw hands again. This hoe ass mf is really trying to force a wedding.

Daphne really just gonna give up. Aw naw.

Violet, God bless you, but your vague ass speech does not help.

Ooooh smoking Eloise. I love a good vice.....oh and sibling bonding. This is nice.

I think Simon likes getting knocked around. There's something very masochistic about the way he seems to enjoy it. He's sad about Daphne having to marry Berbrooke and can't express that in the way he should or would like to....More on this later, I'm sure.

Violet and the queen.....and the queen likes nose play. Okay then.

Ohhhh the queen is basically telling Violet that Daphne better get things rolling with the Duke for the notoriety and popularity it would provide her family.

So why tf are you inviting Berbrookes raggedy ass mama over for tea? This bitch. You can definitely see why her son is so fucked up.

Kippers on Rye. No ma'am.

Ahhhh Violet was fishing for a scandal to stop the Berbrooke marriage. Makes sense.

Well, mission accomplished. No thanks to Anthony.

Violet stays at his neck though.

I really don't like Marina being all confined.

Sisterly bonding maybe? Daphne dropping knowledge and optimism on Eloise.

Well shit, deflate that balloon.

*In My Blood (Instrumental) plays*

Aaaand she's back on the arm of the Duke.

Their chemistry is mind blowing. Like they could melt my screen just looking at each other.

"Call me by my name" because 'Call me by your Name' could never.

Gawd the way he says her name. That's it. I want Daphne to be my name now.

The intimacy of that bruised hand on her bare shoulder - ICONIC.

Lady Danbury knows all and jealous Simon has entered the room.

Not his evil ass daddy again.

Oh fuck Simon. Why would you make a promise like that?! Thats OBVIOUSLY coming back around on you. Who tf are you really hurting in avowing never to marry or have children?!

But the "Speak, you fucking monster," was everything. Full circle.

[ardent-musings]

The Girl Who Vanished (Part 1)

Chapter 21: “Do Your Worst”

TW: Recalling a traumatic experience.

The entirety of the train ride to Hogwarts was filled with Aeron telling the group what had happened last year and why he was radio silent during the whole summer. All of them were on pins and needles over the whole ordeal. The boy regrettably explained how he was the one who had set off the fireworks during the Quidditch Pitch, waiting for his inevitable exile from the friend group. He was expecting everyone to scream at him, but they remained quiet even if Alex's temper was building back up slightly, she held it in.

He retold the interaction he had with Marcus Flint who already had a strained history with the Weasley twins, apparently the Slytherin captain was convinced that the twins ruined their chance at winning the Quidditch Cup when the redheads were just first years. And once Aeron confided in Flint over how badly the twins aggravated him, Aeron was enlisted to help frame the boys for the Quidditch Pitch disaster.

"Flint snuck into the Gryffindor changing rooms and planted the firework wrappers in there to make it seem like it was them, I was given the task of setting off the fireworks," his brown eyes were focused only on the fluffy stuffed rabbit that sat in his lap. "He told me to light them after the game ended and I did, but one of them tipped over and, and-" he took a deep breathe, his thin fingers trembling slightly as his mind took him back to the flames and the smoke, "-when one of them tipped over, they all just misfired."

He was beginning to trip over his words as he relived the horrors of being trapped underneath the stands as it got caught on fire. His chest started heaving and Ana calmly reminded him to breathe and relax. Unsure of what to do, Alex started to quietly sing "Tiny Dancer" entirely off key, which gave the whole compartment a good laugh and distracted Aeron from himself for a moment; it was horribly sung but it made the panicked boy smile.

"Sorry, but Calista sings that to me sometimes when I have to calm down."

Calista chuckled at Alex's admission, enjoying the tiny break of humor, until they all turned back to allow Aeron to continue. Once he did, he told them about how Hagrid was the one to find him injured outside the pitch and the half giant had immediately taken him to St. Mungos. From there on out, he had stayed there the whole summer.

"I truly didn't mean for anyone to get hurt, like you, Alex," he sniffled at the girl who did have a bit of a grudge against the boy. But everyone could tell that based off the state of his inflamed skin, that Aeron had suffered enough, "I just wanted to get back at the twins for the things they had done. I'm sorry."

There was a second of silence among the group, a second that lasted hours to the young regretful boy.

"I forgive you," Calista said with a wide smile, which felt more like a hug to Aeron at this moment.

The rest of the compartment expressed their forgiveness, but the last one to do so was Ana. He stared at the girl whose forgiveness he craved the most; the first person to give him a chance, the first person to actually make him smile. Yet, her face remained still and calculated.

"I only have one question, Wright," she stated with a stone cold expression. His nervousness began seeping back in slowly, but he nodded his head while fearing the worst.

"Did you get my flower that I brought you when I visited you at St. Mungos?" Her mask of indifference fell as she grinned back softly at the boy who had once been so sneaky and conniving. Perhaps he just wanted someone to talk to. Someone to call a friend.

Upon hearing her question, his strained brows fell in relief as he dipped down into his luggage and grabbed his history book. And sure enough, within the dense pages that once cause her such grief held the single pink flower that she had given him that day in the hospital. It was flattened and a bit yellowed. But it was perfect.

"I'll have you know that you came on my birthday, Ana," he chuckled as he began to unfold one of the delicate petals. "Thank you for giving me a birthday gift."

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It was late in the afternoon when the train had finally arrived at the Hogsmeade Station, they all talked about Quidditch tryouts which were incredibly intriguing to both Ana and Alex. There was one position open since the last chaser had graduated, but unfortunately Marcus Flint was the captain, so even if everyone hated the sniveling boy, they had to play nice if they wanted to make the team.

Lucian rattled on about the letters he had been exchanging with the Hufflepuff seeker, Cedric Diggory. Since the last game where Diggory caught the snitch, yet lost the game, the boys had found talking to each other surprisingly fun. Lucian enjoyed talking to someone simply about the game of Quidditch instead of only thinking of having to win. And even a Slytherin like Lucian could appreciate raw talent when he saw it.

But soon enough the carriage ride that was led by the thestrals took them straight to the castle and they walked back through the familiar corridors and into the Great Hall. It was still warm as it was just the start of September, but a gentle breeze sent a wave of calm over not only Ana and her friends, but she assumed it would help little Draco as he was off boating across the Black Lake like she had to do last year.

She took her usual spot between Lucian and Aeron while Alex and Calista sat opposite them, the sorting hat was going to be placing its next set of students into their house and if anyone was the most welcoming, it was going to be Lucian and Calista. Ana was far too tired to be chipper this night.

That feeling was drowned by the excitement that filled her veins as soon as she heard Draco's name being called. His hair was combed neatly and he had a smirk on his face. Always the one for attention Ana chuckled to herself. It was no surprise to her when the hat placed him in Slytherin before the piece of raggedy clothing even touched his head, and Ana was ecstatic to have him sit beside Lucian with a giant smile on his face. Draco gave his sister a tiny wave as he watched for more to come.

A few students had been sorted to their houses, two more stocky boys to Slytherin which Draco seemed incredibly excited about, a girl with bushy hair went to Gryffindor, the list went on and on. A familiar redhead caught her eye, she remembered him to be the twins' little brother and she watched as he sighed and waltzed his way towards the Gryffindor table. The twins ruffled his hair and took their brother in with wide arms which made her smile.

"Potter, Harry."

The room went silent. No one dared speak as the boy who Ana thought looked familiar, but she couldn't have been sure. He was scrawny and sat at the stool with unease. Of course the hat had a whole monologue about the pros and cons of every house, but the infamous boy was sent over to Gryffindor in the end. That's something the house was going to brag about for eternity, Ana sunk further into her seat. Even if it would've been fun to have the kid in her house, she was just happy to have Draco with her. She could see him without the looming threat of their father. And for that she was grateful.

However, as the first week at Hogwarts went along, she felt like Draco wasn't necessarily ignoring her, but he was definitely highly infatuated with any ounce of attention he received from the two imbeciles she had learned were named Crabbe and Goyle. They didn't seem like bad kids, but every time she looked at them too she wondered if a single thought ever crossed their minds. Draco seemed to do the talking for all of them. Maybe he did all the thinking too.

Even with Draco being a bit distant, Ana was just happy to be home. She would wake up from her dreamless sleep and get to spend the rest of her waking hours with people who she couldn't dare live without. Ana craved the routine that came from being at Hogwarts and part of that meant she resumed her study sessions with Aeron.

Every night after dinner they would retreat to the common room, find the quietest nook they could and studied the night away. Sometimes genuine work was being done while most of the time they were goofing off and making light hearted fun at the ghostly teacher. This night was one of those where there was more talking than studying. Aeron dipped his head back and let out a snort as Ana horribly mispronounced a very famous wizards name and no matter how hard she tried to reel him in, she too couldn't stop herself from laughing.

Their good moods were squashed when a small clump of burning paper landed between the two of them, and Aeron froze at the flame that mocked him as it burnt in the middle of the table. Infuriated, Ana slammed down her book overtop the ball that extinguished the flame, but that did nothing to extinguish the fury that was growing in her gut. She didn't even have to guess who it was from because from a short distance away stood Marcus Flint. He cackled as he began to pat furiously at his skin, the way someone would if they caught fire. And all Aeron could do was watch as the boy mocked his pain before the older boy dipped away from sight and towards his dorms.

Ana hated him. She didn't even hate her father, but Merlin, did she want to get back at the Quidditch captain for being the mastermind behind the whole thing. He hurt Aeron, Alex, countless other students. He even hurt the twins by accusing them of doing something they had no part in. And she was going to make him pay. But she needed recruits.

The next morning during breakfast, she nibbled on her fruit and muffin while she watched the grimy Marcus Flint go about his morning like nothing was wrong. Oh, but he would soon realize he made a mistake, Ana smirked as she continued writing her note with a lux quill. As far as she knew it, she was signing away the boy's sanity for the indefinite future, and it filled her with more joy than anything she had yet to experience. When the daily mail came, she tied her note to her owl's leg and sent it off to its destination. This is going to be beautiful Ana thought.

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"Ah, Ms. Bibiana Malfoy," an annoyingly plummy voice said from behind her, "just couldn't stay away could you?"

She had been enjoying the quiet squawks and chirps that the owlery provided her; their gentle coos mixed with the summer breeze made Ana wonder why she didn't spend much time there. Maybe it was the smell of bird poop that really killed the mood. But that wasn't what Ana was there for in the first place.

"Wished I could get rid of you Weasley," Ana chuckled as she turned to see the two boys she knew would jump at the chance to help her. George smiled at her whereas Fred looked down at her feigning being hurt at her comment.

"Why'd you call us to the owlery? You never come here," the older twin asked suspiciously, his arms crossed in front of his chest while George chuckled at Fred's mannerisms.

Ana quirked her eyebrow at his statement, "How do you know where I go Weasley?"

George's eyes widened and he started to shuffle nervously while Fred remained still and composed. "Just a guess."

"Well do you want to guess as to why I called you here or do you want me to tell you?"

Before Fred said another dumb comment, George stepped up so he stood between Ana and his brother, effectively putting some needed distance between the two. Fred's face fell once he was no longer in the front but George's lower voice sounded intrigued, "I, for one, would like to know why you wanted to talk, Ana."

She was surprised by how agreeable George sounded, perhaps she should just talk to him from now on. "Wonderful!" she quipped. "Well, I have come to a bit of fascinating information over the summer, and I think you two should know."

"And what is that, Malfoy?" Fred asked from over his brother's shoulder which made George roll his eyes.

It took her a moment to realize they were wearing matching shirts and she couldn't help but chuckle at the fact that they must've coordinated their look every morning. Before she lingered on that hysterical thought for too long, she whipped her long hair over one shoulder.

"I just so happen to know not only who set the Quidditch pitch on fire, but I also know who framed you boys," she stood there looking incredibly pleased with herself, her spine stood strong and tall. For a rather small girl, she commanded a lot of respect.

"Was it your bird looking friend? What was his name? Aeron?"

Ana's attention snapped to Fred at the bitterness in which he accused Aeron. He somehow always knew the exact thing to push her buttons and Ana was once again growing tired of his attitude. Aeron was partially at fault, but if anyone deserved a sliver of mercy, it was him.

"You know what?" Ana's voice turned metallic and sour, hoping her harsh glare would shake the boy out of his condescension. "Maybe you don't deserve to know."

And with a huff, she turned on her heels and began to walk towards the exit of the tower. If they wanted to be difficult, there was no reason for her to talk to them at all. She would rather walk away than have them, mainly Fred, disrespect her and her friends.

A rush of air flew past her on either side and now the two boys were blocking her only way out. They had grown over the summer; the bottoms of their pants exposed their ankles and mix-matched socks and she wondered why they didn't just buy clothes that actually fit them. In a year, those pants would turn into shorts by this rate.

"Please tell us," George asked desperately while elbowing his older brother in the gut which made Ana's angry façade break with a giggle. Fred's smile came as quickly as it left, but he rolled his eyes like a pouting toddler at having to concede a bit to the girl.

"Yes, please tell us, snake. We are shaking with anticipation," Fred grumbled.

This was not going to do, she thought, "George can you come with me please?" Ana requested as she walked further into the tower. A confused yet responsive George shuffled as he joined her. Fred was about to follow until Ana held up a hand, which demanded the growing boy to freeze in place.

"No! Not you! From now on I am only speaking to George," she hollered at the more annoying twin.

George's face twisted into a look of nervousness but it dwindled when Ana smiled at him.

"I am going to tell George," she emphasized his name loudly just to annoy Fred even more, "that Aeron was not involved. And if he was involved, I would say that just by looking at him, you can tell he has suffered enough. Would you agree, George?"

He nodded his head quickly as he caught on to her little charade, "Why, yes, Ana. I would agree that Aeron has been through the ringer. Please tell me that secret you wanted to share with me! And only me!" His animated voice rose in volume; he wanted Fred to know that he was no longer included in the fun.

Fred let out a large groan of frustration as he stood across the tower like a child that was put in time-out. And like a child, he listened and took his punishment which made it even better for Ana. She found it overwhelming satisfying, and George was getting a kick out of it as well, the two of them giggled quietly between themselves.

"The real person who framed you, George, and destroyed the pitch was," Ana's voice shrunk into a tiny whisper, almost too low for even George to hear, "Marcus Flint."

George's eyes bulged from his head at the reveal and he sat down on a ledge to mull over the confession. Ana stood confident and self-assured, she knew her gut was right when she told Dumbledore they didn't do it. She'd have to remember to trust her gut again if a situation called for it.

"What did you say?" Fred questioned from far away. Ana figured she should just ignore him, but god was it fun to push his buttons. After all the turmoil he put her through, she found it was justified.

"George do you hear an annoying buzzing sound or?" She waved her hands around her ears dramatically which just made Fred run his hands through his hair as he hopped around impatiently.

After a moment of introspection, George stood up and leaned closer to Ana, "It was Marcus? God that actually makes sense."

"Why is that?"

"Because we sent him to St. Mungos," Fred scared the hell out of Ana, who he had sneaked up on. She jumped slightly which made him smirk softly at the girl.

"I'm not talking to you," Ana directed to the older twin, before turning back to George, "But what did you do to him? How bad did you hurt him?"

Fred and George both turned fidgety as they recalled he same memory together, like they shared one single stream of consciousness.

"Deterioration Hex," they said in unison.

Ana's expression grew even more confused since she had never heard of the hex. Sensing her cluelessness, George explained, "We were throwing the hex around in the courtyard after hours and we didn't see Flint when he came running out of one of the wings."

"That foul git was on his way to do something probably rotten when he got blasted with it," Fred chuckled to himself. "But it took him out so bad that he had to be sent to St. Mungo's to reverse it. I cannot believe he held a grudge for that long, Georgie."

"Well, he did," Ana shifted so she was facing both boys head on. "And since I saved both of your bums last year, I figured we could come to an agreement."

The two stood silently, curious eyes lingered on the girl as they waited for her proposal. She analyzed them both. George's arms were wrapped around himself as he bobbed on his heels while Fred had his arms crossed behind his back and his head crooked to the side. They were both copies of each other and yet they never once looked the same to her. Everything about them was different and it brought her a bit of pride to know she already had them down pat.

"I don't want you to prank Aeron or me or any of my other friends."

From the look on their faces she might as well have told them that she snapped their brooms in half. They looked positively dejected at the mere thought of not annoying her, but she stuck to her gun and continued to send the boys daggers until they folded.

"Alright," Fred replied with a hint of softness, his nonchalant act began to fade, "you have a deal."

"However, when it comes to Aeron, Flint has been a real thorn in his side. And anyone that hurts my friends are certainly not going to get away with it," Ana confided to the boys. "We all want the same thing here. So, instead of pranking me, the person who saved you from expulsion, put that energy towards a new target. You understand?"

Both of the boys picked up on her insinuation and they tuned to each other with mischievous looks which Ana now found endearing, knowing she wasn't going to be the victim of their pranks. Ana dipped her head respectfully, insinuating that she was going to leave.

"Wanna shake on it?" Fred grinned at the girl, holding out his hand at their business deal before she could turn away.

Ana stared at his hand for a moment, wondering if she should take it. She felt nervous all of a sudden, but she knew that she wanted to shake his hand. So she did, it was quick and surprisingly painless; but she enjoyed how the twins smiled at the agreement they all came to.

The boys started gushing about what they were going to do to the Slytherin captain; they were going to have plenty of fun with this.

"Just so we're clear, you didn't hear any of this from me," Ana said smoothly as she was almost out the door, "I plan on getting the open chaser position and don't really want the captain to hate my guts."

Fred and George nodded excitedly, they were not only making amends with the girl, but they were instructed to prank a person they already didn't like. It was a glorious night for them.

"But, boys," they looked at her like two children who were being tempted by hoards of sugary and addicting candy, she smirked at them, "do your worst."

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13, 18, 19?

>>ask source!<<

13. Three best outfits?

3) Maudra Mayrin. I am Lich Rally obsessed with the way her crown interacts with her head covering and how her braids come out the back oh my goodness. Top tier design. Points off for raggedy looking sleeves, incredibly unbefitting for literally the highest tier gelfling leader on Thra.  2) Maudra Seethi. The Dousan outfit designs,,,,, ohh my GOD. HELLO.  1) SELADON. I AM. OBSESSED. with that original design. Yes, the skeksis Sel outfit is fire, yeah sure ok but THAT ORIGINAL OUTFIT. HI.  The whaddya call it... neckline thing. and the girdle im going to sob. Very excellent. 

18. Most misunderstood character? Most overrated?

Seladon but hear me out before you skip this.  “Seladon is misunderstood” often translates to “Seladon is blameless”. She’s not, she’s misunderstood because people are misunderstanding her lol its that easy. Seladon is both a character with a lot of symbolism but one that offers a LOT at face value. She represents an immoral privileged class who are willing to sacrifice all of us to appease higher authority, she represents someone who just trying to survive with the responsibilities thrust onto her, she does BOTH of these things and the biggest misunderstanding with her character is that she’s just one or the other. Seladon is not pure evil, but by saying that you’re not  claiming she’s never done anything evil and that shes a good person. She’s a complex character with a lot of things to atone for, but she is in the position to atone for them.

I think most of the gelfling are overrated but especially Kylan. I’m sorry but like, his character in AOR doesn’t really appeal to me I think it got boiled down to “uwu soft broth boy” and its kinda annoying lol. 

19. Most heartwarming moment? Most heartbreaking?

Aughra relearning the song of Thra or like. Any scene with skekGra and urGoh had me like 🥰🥰🥰 but for sure the entire funeral scene almost made me cry not gonna lie. 

[inherbookishhead]

Through the Veil of Time.

For the last three days, I couldn't get rid of the scene in my head, where the Doctor is in a deathly situation but his raggedy girl comes to rescue. I find the concept of "unlikely companionship" between the War Doctor and the Bad Wolf entity really intriguing (their dynamic was the highlight of the DOTD for me even though it was very different from that of Rose and any other Doctor (who are my ultimate OTP)). I would really love to see and explore some of the moments where these two weird immortals interact, so, basically, I tried to write one of such encounters (and hooray, my first ever piece of fan fiction).

Where am I going with this? Yeah, I guess I’d love to have a War Doctor/Bad Wolf girl audio drama spinoff.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Doctor Who (2005) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: The Doctor (Doctor Who)/Rose Tyler, Bad Wolf/The Moment (Doctor Who), Bad Wolf/The War Doctor (Doctor Who), The War Doctor/Rose Tyler Characters: The War Doctor (Doctor Who), Rose Tyler | Bad Wolf, Bad Wolf (Doctor Who), The Moment (Doctor Who) Summary:

The rare moments in time and space when the paths of the War Doctor and the Bad Wolf cross.

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It's almost dawn and, alas, he finds himself surrounded by yet another group of alien enemies. This time, however, they managed to have him completely cornered in the ruins of some who knows when abandoned building. He doesn't know who they are, but he certainly knows what they want to do. Well, at least to him. The Doctor sighs. He feels old, immensely tired of all the fighting he had to endure recently, and so completely done with yet another unnecessary distraction. 

The leader of the gang takes his time to mock the Doctor, clearly enjoying the process and still riding the euphoria of how the tables have turned. In all honesty, however, all affected seem to lose their minds these days. The war, which Time Lords have started, doesn’t show mercy to anyone. 

The alien points a gun at the Doctor and orders him to kneel while his gang is coming closer to enjoy the execution. These creatures, as the Doctor notices, are of humanoid form, tall and strong with their glistening blue skin and a single crooked horn peeking from behind their heads. He wonders for a fracture of a second what purpose that horn serves in the course of their evolution. The aliens, on the other hand, look quite desperate even now, and the Doctor knows that the main reason for their debauch is an enemy, whose name consists of only two words: Time Lords. And the Doctor just happens to be one of them. He obeys the order with a resigned expression, then looks at the angry lot and gives their lead one final warning to stop and go away while they still can. 

The gang leader, blinded as he is by pure hatred, doesn’t listen, of course. No wonder, they rarely do. He makes a pompous speech about finding his purpose in liberating as many worlds as he can. After all, the whole universe is in chaos and about to perish anyway, so his kind can finally become the force the universe needs to set the things in the right way, which naturally means, in their own twisted way, and not without sacrifices. He briefly mentions the other nine galaxies that had to be wiped clean, and the Doctor slowly starts to lose his patience. In the end, the young man wonders how such a feeble old misunderstanding of a being can be a Time Lord, and asks, eventually, if the dusty old grandpa has some last words to say before he dies in this forgotten ugly place, all alone and without a single soul to mourn him. The grandpa in question perks up at that.

“Me?” the Doctor gives a chuckle and shakes his head in what looks like an amused disappointment. “Oh, dear boy," he rasps, "what in the whole universe made you think I’m alone?” 

The boy is surely a man, and certainly not dear. He knows it, and that is why he switches off the safety on his weapon. His sneer fades as he pulls the trigger and fires a bullet aiming right into the Doctor’s head. 

His eyes, however, grow even wider as said bullet turns out to be stuck in a time loop right in front of the Doctor’s forehead. After a moment of complete silence, the gang leader hears screams of his fellow mates and his eyes catch a moving silhouette a few feet behind the Doctor. Soon he can outline its details: the creature appears to be a rather short female, whose old saggy clothes are so torn they barely stick to her body. Her expression, though, tells a different story. It is tense and utterly angry, her wild eyes are ready to kill with their golden gleam. 

The Doctor looks for a while at the blinking motion of a bullet that makes its rounds in desperate attempts to reach his head but gets immediately thrown back again, and then turns his attention back to the leader.

“Have you met my friend here?” the Doctor says in the most unperturbed voice imaginable. 

The alien points the gun on his new target, but the raggedy creature splashes a wave of golden light that knocks down his whole gang at once. One by one they start dissipating into the piles of dust until the remnants of the last blue-skinned creature are floating down in the dimming light.

The Doctor gets up from his knees without turning to look at the woman.

“Thought you might show up,” he says casually then goes to the pile of dust that used to be a hostile living being just some moments ago, crouches over it, and scoops some grains with his fingers.

“You know, one of those days you might be the one to finally bite it,” the woman remarks, pointedly looking at the dust on the Doctor's fingers as she approaches him. She offhandedly gestures towards the bullet to release it from its little temporal trap, and it crashes into the nearest wall with a final bright sparkle. 

The Doctor considers her words for a while, then looks at her and smiles, “Nah, young lady, I had it all perfectly under control.” He stands up and dusts his hands off.

"Oh, did you now?" she muses. The girl still looks quite menacing with her glowing eyes and messy hair, but the corners of her mouth turn slightly up. 

"Oh, come off it, Bad Wolf girl," he pretends to chastise. "What would you do for the fun of it, if you didn't have to save this old man every once in a while?" 

A part of him still feels like a prey she keeps playing with and expects her to make that deathly leap at any moment. The other part of him just loves her company. 

"You are turning it into a full time job, Doctor", she counters back, smiling.

"Don't call me that," he pleads quietly, his expression earnest, "You know my name." He averts his gaze and starts looking at the morning sun peeking above the horizon.

"I've got to go," she says with a hint of sadness, "Next time, be a darling and try to stay out of trouble. It will be over soon, I promise." That's the only reassurance she can give, whatever "it" or "soon" really means.

The meditative silence that settles is a comforting moment to kick off the day.

"Suppose I am a darling," the Doctor continues after a while, holding his hands behind his back, and squinting his eyes, still stubbornly examining the sun, "would you visit me sometime when I am not at the brink of death?"

She ponders.

"Maybe, one day," she surprises him with her answer, "if you behave, that is."

Now he is ninety-seven percent certain she is mocking him. He shakes his head. After all, he concludes, someone finally finds him amusing for a change.

"I always wanted to go to Barcelona, you know. An interesting planet, they say," he still faces the sun. She nods, then abruptly stops, puzzled, then nods again. 

"Dogs with no noses?" her question sounds more like a statement.

"Dogs with no noses," he genuinely laughs. 

The Bad Wolf girl takes one of his hands and turns her gaze to the sun the Doctor is so preoccupied with. They stay like that for a while. Then, the cold wind blows and wakes the Doctor out of his reverie. He looks at his now empty hand and returns it to the other behind his back. The Time Lord takes a deep breath, throws one last glance at the rising sun, and turns around, ready to meet the day.

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◈  Nyx Lovette ◈ Entry for @lunisims Mason’s Bachelorette Challenge. ( I hope you grow to love her as much as I did!  ♥)

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➽ She was born on February 24, 1843, making her 176 years of age. Also making her a Pisces!

➽  She is half Hispanic from her mother’s side, and half French from her father’s.

➽  If ever pushed past her boiling point, or if she ever gets super angry or upset, (which is super rare) Nyx tends to curse under her breath in French and unintentionally puffs her cheeks out because of her overwhelming frustration lol.

➽  Nyx is a nerd for astrology and science, however due to the duties and mannerisms that were begrudgingly expected of women during her time, she never got the chance to pursue her dream of studying the massive universe she admires outside of what her father taught her.

➽  Nyx’s father, Vincent Lovette, was a renowned scientist and inventor of the 19th century, and was also infatuated with Greek mythology, thus naming his daughter after the Greek Goddess of the Night, Nyx.

➽ Nyx’s “dark” form takes after the way she used to dress when she was still alive in the 1800′s. Elegant, yet bold due to her preference of predominantly dark colors.

➽  Due to her age, Nyx is relatively wise, however she never truly interacted or experienced worldly progressions starting from the late 1900′s - now. She remained in hiding, so now that she’s willingly returning to the “real” and open world, (because she gained enough power to develop an immunity to the sun) she always gets excited like a child when experiencing the small things that others would find irrelevant or common. (Phones, amusement parks, dishwashers, HD films, etc.)

➽ Despite the pain she endured in her past, Nyx is still a very kind and cheerful individual. She takes joy in the simplest of things and focuses on the good in everything despite how harsh the world and people may be sometimes.

➽  Nyx was on the brink of death after giving birth to her first and only child, Zocrates, and the doctor attending to her was actually Vladislaus Straud. Mercifully turning her just in time, Vlad took Nyx under his wing, but strictly demanded that she was to forget she even had a son, as she would be forced to resign from ever being in his life due to her new form, and to protect their secret.

➽ Remaining in despair due to never being able to interact with her son, Nyx has always had a strong yearning to have a family and kids to call her own once again. Having to long for such things from afar, Nyx would sometimes sneak away from Vlad’s careful eye to play with the children from her town in her bat form as she appeared less menacing and at the same time preserved her secret. The kids all decided to nickname her “Baby Bat” as her bat form is relatively petite and her eyes were big and round like a baby’s.

➽ I also like to imagine that maybe Nyx and Mason met in their bat forms, with Nyx being extremely surprised to run into another vampire as she’s never met another one before (at least in her experience in the outside world) besides Vlad, especially not under those circumstances either. She would probably fly and circle around him like an excited dog lol!

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Nyx’s Backstory under the cut.

Nyx, as mentioned before, was born to a French scientist and nobleman, and a Hispanic seamstress. Their names were Vincent and Ximena Lovette. For the majority of her childhood and adolescence, Nyx was raised with nothing but love and admiration from her parents. Her father prided himself in knowing that his daughter was being raised with a proper education and opportunities to keep learning due to his status and position as a scientist. Although her mother, who was a bit more traditional as she knew what the future had in store for her daughter despite her growing knowledge, somewhat disapproved of her husband’s teachings, supported and loved her to the fullest. In 1849 however, Ximena fell ill to tuberculosis, and passed away a few short months after. Nyx, 6 at the time, missed her mother deeply, but the loss hit Vincent the hardest. He was undoubtedly and madly in love with his wife, that her death devastated him so much so to the point that he refused to step out of his office for weeks on end. During this time, Nyx took it upon herself to take care of him, and despite her small stature and inability to do certain things, she’d always make sure that her father would eat in the morning, evening, and night. Leaving new fresh clothes on the edge of his bed everyday, and always making a hot pot of tea for him around noon. One fateful day though, when Vincent managed to drag himself up from the pit of depression for a brief moment, he wandered around the house, re-imagining all the times he’d see his loving wife go about her daily routine with a gentle smile on her face. On the dining room table though, was a piece of paper, with writing scribbled on it. A child’s writing. It read “ Things that might make daddy happy.” 1. The telescope! He always likes to look at the stars with it. 2. Leaving drawings on his desk! 3. Making him his favorite breakfast but I don’t really know how.. 4. Picking some flowers! I’m going to go do that now- The list ended there, but on the bottom was a raggedy, but adorable stick figure drawing of Nyx and her father, hand-in-hand, with an angel smiling from above. Her mother. Vincent, with tears flowing down his face, clenched the paper tightly, and from that moment on found the reason to keep fighting. To move on. And that was to make sure he could always provide for his daughter, his pride and joy, and make sure she would never have to worry about how to make her father happy. He had to be strong, for her.

Nyx, now reaching her adolescent years, was beginning to catch the eye of many suitors. By the time she was 17, she already had 5 men asking for her hand in marriage. Nyx was reluctant though, despising even the thought or proposition of marriage. She wanted to keep learning, to invent, to find out what secrets the unreachable heaven in the stars had to reveal. But her priority for education was short-lived, as she realized that in order to uphold her family’s status and honor..her father’s status and honor, she had to marry one of these men. Out of all of them though, the least gut-wrenching and well..insistent was a lad named Clarence. Like Nyx, Clarence showed solemn interest during their meeting, but was a collected person unlike her other abrasive suitors. He was also the youngest out of them all, being 23. After long hours of conversations, meetings, and dinners together, they both came to an agreement and understanding. They knew they weren’t in love with each other, and were both similar in the fact that they were doing it for their families, so they came to terms that although they were to be wed, their relationship was to mostly remain platonic and distant. Even though this upset Nyx, as she would need to succumb to all the stereotypical “housewife” duties, she felt relieved in knowing that this would at least bring her father a bit of joy, knowing that she would continue to be cared for and wouldn’t be left to struggle financially. She was happy..for now.

The wedding was set on the exact date of Nyx’s 18th birthday, and the ceremony was big, as every aunt, uncle, cousin, brother, sister, pretty much everyone and their mother attended. But Nyx felt nothing. She appreciated all the happy faces that came to watch her be given away, but she always dreamed that her wedding day would be less miserable. The day went by in a flash, and before she knew it, months had passed, and her “what was supposed to be a stoic relationship” with Clarence increasingly worsened. They did not have the same priorities or standards. Clarence always putting her down for her courage to speak up for herself, and refusing to let her continue her studies as she needed to “finally know her place as a woman.” That’s when he announced that soon she would need to bear him a child, to ensure that his legacy and fortune was to be guaranteed. Feeling disgraced and defeated, she knew there was no fighting this, as this was exactly what she knew she was getting herself into. Nyx got pregnant, giving birth to a beautiful baby boy a short nine months later. Holding onto him for the very first time, Nyx felt the strongest pang of genuine love as she held this tiny creature tightly, who was sleeping ever so peacefully. But she felt herself getting weaker and weaker..something was wrong.The nurses ran out in a panic to grab the head doctor, and she knew then and there that these passing moments were most likely going to be her last. Clarence walked into the room with a dangerously calm and unnerved expression, and with the very last strength she could muster, handed her baby over to his father. The moment she felt the weight off her arms, it felt like her entire body gave in and was ready to shut down. She sunk her head back into the pillow, and her vision began to blur. “His name.” She heard. “What do you want to name him? It’s the least I can do for you, since...” Clarence’s words trailed off, as his face finally began to give way to a sullen expression. Nyx thought for a moment, and the instant thought of her favorite philosopher popped into her fading mind. “..Socrates...” But it couldn’t be common like that, she thought. “With a Z...” She heard a soft chuckle from Clarence, and she smiled softly. “Alright then, Zocrates it is..I will make sure to give him a good life, do not worry about that.” Nyx relaxed at hearing that, as that’s all she wanted for him. She sighed, and closed her eyes. She heard the footsteps of Clarence exiting the room, but after a few minutes heard the approaching of a different set of footsteps. Too exhausted and weak to open her eyes, she felt a sharp pinching on her neck, and everything went black.

The rest is all self-explanatory, as she awoke as a blood-thirsty creature of the night. Devastated that she needed to sever all ties with her son and her father..All the things she’s ever cared for and loved. She appreciated Vlad and looked up to him, but watching the years go by without a hinge...watching her father grow old and pass on..and her son..At one point the pain was far too much for her to bear, and she wished that Vlad would have just let her pass away like those that she loved. To live forever was a gift, but at the same time it was the worst curse that can be bestowed upon someone. Due to this, she locked herself away for a number of years and hibernated, putting aside all her vampire training and morals. 

Bringing us to the present! Nyx is in better spirits, and is finally awake from her deep slumber. She began to put her training before everything else, and soon managed to become powerful enough to resist the sun’s deathly, yet beautiful rays. She’s never been more ready to put herself back out there, and to see all the wonderful new things the world has to offer. Nyx is ready to accept whatever experiences are coming her way with open arms.  ♡

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Mad Max (PS4)

Developed/Published by: Avalanche Studios / Warner Bros Interactive Released: 1/09/2015 Completed: 6/11/2019 Completion: Finished it; clearing 4 areas of threat and fully levelling Max. Trophies / Achievements: 56%

Well, as we all know Mad Max: Fury Road is pretty much as good as films get, and here we have Avalanche Studio’s game developed with what amounts to all the same pre-production and they’ve made… something definitely not as good as Fury Road.

I mean, you can see what happened fairly quickly. They’re known for open-world games like the charming Just Cause series (I’ve only played Just Cause 2, but I remember it was a laugh), Warner Bros Interactive had had great success with Arkham City (which I was harshly critical of) and then Knight, and let’s just smash those together like chocolate and peanut butter, where “chocolate” is the counter-based fight system from Arkham and “peanut butter” is the grappling hook from Just Cause but now it’s a harpoon and it doesn’t do as much. Fury Road is the wrapper, aka the bit that’s totally throwaway.

The thing that sucks the absolute most about this game, the most tragic aspect, is that the story. After watching Fury Road, you’ve seen something with an extremely alive world with full, rich characters that Max interacts with, never mind its extremely thrilling structure. With Mad Max you’ve got a Max who talks just enough to come across as an uncaring arse, and after a action-heavy intro (that you don’t get to play???) Max gets tied to the first character he meets, Chumbucket, who basically goes “I’ll make you the ultimate car” and never ever shuts up. Then you just do a bunch of missions in the wasteland for different warlords (who don’t interact, or do anything, really) until they fridge a couple of characters so Max can suffer more trauma and fight the big bad. It’s terrible.

Really, the game requires that they solve a problem that they weren’t interested in solving, which is how to create a game where you cross large distances in a car and fun stuff happens. It’s blatantly obvious that a Mad Max game should work like a road trip, and instead here it’s your usual thing where you drive back and forth in the same area running errands. Not that there are much in the way of missions; you’re stuck doing the same stuff over and over, and certain tasks are absolute dogshit (finding and removing mines by driving around slowly? Fuck that) and the more in-depth ones suffer samey if not outright weak level design (basically every camp you have to take over). The best stuff is, obviously, car combat, and I had loads of fun taking on convoys even if the game stupidly makes them trivial by giving you a rocket launcher (and frustrating if you don’t use it, because the armour on enemy cars mean more fun things like flamethrowers/grinding aren’t good enough.)

Of course, levelling up Max and in particular levelling up the car is real fun! And it does that thing where if you improve outposts they look better, which I’m a sucker for (even if the offline scrap collection doesn’t work anymore, which was real annoying.) It’s just that the entire thing feels so uninspired; a time waster where you slowly tick things off on a map not really caring whether the thing you’re doing is fun or not because, heck, you’ve got to tick them off!

Will I ever play it again? Absurdly, the game doesn’t have you level-up into the classic Mad Max look, instead saving that as unlocks right in the post-game, so you never even really feel like you’re playing Max. Driving around is fun and stuff and when I saw that I was like “ah man, it’d be cool to play this longer feeling like I actually am playing Mad Max” but NO. Eventually I’ll die!

Final Thought: It’s an interesting one. If this didn’t have the Max Max wrapper, there would, honestly, be no reason to play this at all. However, because it uses so much of the setting of Fury Road, referencing War Boys, Buzzards, Organic Mechanics etc. all it really does in the end is make you think about how if you get all the pieces that male up a work of genius but just put them together in all the wrong order, in all the wrong ways and with all the wrong assumptions you end up with something that sucks ass.

However, I will give this some points for having War Boys often call Mad Max “Raggedy Man” even though it doesn’t really make sense because Tina Turner calling him that at the end of Beyond Thunderdome is one of the best line reads ever.

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Fabian Cortez: A Masterlist of Marvel’s Worst Man or Mutant

@sammysdewysensitiveeyes  Heya! Sorry this took a bit. I have a LOT of Fabian comics to go through. I want to rec the ones really worth reading in terms of content, whether quantity (a lot of him) or quality (he’s important, scummy, or funny in some way) I also wanted to describe what the actual content inside them is, so you can decide for yourself if it’s up your alley or not for what you’re looking for. So under the cut I’m going to list you every piece of Fabian Cortez content worth having! Complete with pictures! Try not to drool, ladies! 

I’ll start with his 616 issues. X-Men (second series) #1: Fabian arrives! First thing he does is use the fact that his sister was nigh-fatally shot defending him to MANIPULATE MAGNETO WITH HER APPARENT DEATH while conveniently not mentioning he can heal her and she’ll be fine. Also introduces the term “flatscan” hooray! X-Men (second series) #2: Magneto shows up to save the Acolytes from the bullshit they got themselves into. Scolds Fabian on the way home after. Quality bits include that when Magneto arrives to collect his stupid followers, Fabian grins RIGHT AT THE GODDAMN CAMERA like he fucking KNOWS. Also, THIS HAPPENS

FUCKING FABIAN I SWEAR TO GOD HE’S SO GROSS also this is when she calls him Magneto’s “pet boy” which I am never ever letting go of X-Men (second series) #3: Fabian betrays Magneto and the other Acolytes, leaving them to die! So what’s the humorous content? Well, they’re spying on a napping Xavier, and Fabian is all “What are you doing, old man?” pondering-like, and Magneto goes “Sleeping?” and idk I find that fucking hilarious. Magneto and Fabian hold hands while Fabian tells him “Let me take you to your quarters” RAWR

X-Factor #92: Fabian’s first interaction with Pietro! He’s pulled together this massive fucking Acolytes attack on a government facility, exposed their secret Sentinel project to X-Factor, put an alien parasite in Val Cooper (which she vomits up in this issue) to control her...ALL TO TALK TO PIETRO!!! Yeah. Also he makes a girl kneel between her knees and creepy-touches her hair, then PULLS it while snarling about how Pietro will be his. So. Yeah. The Uncanny X-Men #300: This happens

Moira also whispers to Neophyte (a teenage boy Acolyte) about how she’s seen how he looks at Fabian when no one is watching. She actually is referring to how she can tell Neo knows Fabian is lying about everything, but still. Neo also quotes some shit about how “Lord Cortez was with our savior a the moment of his death. Magnus has entrusted him” that you just fucking KNOW Fabian is the one who said this you KNOW he’s been preaching this shit to his new Acolytes. Meanwhile, the Gamesmaster TROLLS THE HELL OUT OF FABIAN by letting him talk about how “lol yeah I totes killed Magneto” when Gamesmaster knew that Neo was listening. When Fabian calls Gamesmaster out on this “You set me up!”), Gamesmaster is like “lol yup trololol” and his reason is honestly just that it was funny (”Anything to keep the game interesting”) Fabian tries to run away during a fight because of course he does. THEN WE GET THE FAMOUS NAKED TANTRUM!!!

BECAUSE THIS WAS NECESSARY Fun fact, the naked tantrum epilogue is done by a different artist than the rest of the issue. The person who did most of the issue draws the men with heavy black body hair. The person who did the naked epilogue does not. So Fabian goes from having very hairy arms to totally smooth, suggesting he just got a full-body wax during the time between the tantrum and the main story. So there’s that. Also he breaks a window during said tantrum because THAT’S such a smart idea; nothing like glass shards in your urethra! Also jumps on a man (still naked) while he screams about being royalty. God, I love him. The Uncanny X-Men #304: Opens with the Acolytes dogpiling on Fabian because Exodus has revealed he’s full of shit and the one who killed Magneto. He is STILL trying to give them orders---specifically, the female ones! Oh, Fabian! Exodus, rather than killing him, teleports him away, claiming that Magneto doesn’t want him executed but to suffer slowly “a victim of someone else’s legacy” This was probably meant to foreshadow that Fabian had the Legacy virus, since that plot was just starting at this time, but that never happened so it just comes off like Magneto, being an egomaniac himself, knew that just fading into obscurity would be the perfect punishment for someone like Fabs. Avengers #368 (Bloodties Part I of V): Starts with Fabian holding little Luna above the flames of Genosha and monologuing to her. SHE’S A BABY, FABIAN. SHE CAN’T UNDERSTAND YOU. WHY DO YOU LOVE YOUR OWN VOICE SO MUCH. It is kinda cute (if you ignore the whole “city on fire” thing) that she’s wrapped up in his cloak and appears to be smiling and snuggling him while he rambles. Maybe she thinks he’s telling her a story, idk. All I know is Luna is the only person in this whole damn series who has ever liked Fabian at all and that’s because she’s a literal toddler (infant?) who doesn’t know what’s going on. Issue also ends with Fabian and Luna. He and his forces have murdered the entire government of Genosha and now he’s proclaimed himself the new Chief in State of the nation. He addresses the people from a broadcast inside the state citadel, with a worried-looking Luna on his knee, surrounded by the corpses of the former government. I personally don’t think he looks good on TV. Not good for humorous content, but is worth it if you also want to see him actually seeming scary; it’s gonna be the last time he does it. X-Men (second series) #26: Fabian holds a very confused baby Luna as he gives a big dumb ranty speech to the Genoshans. Also shows up to flash thigh at Pietro like this:

Avengers #369 (Bloodties Part V of V): Exodus takes baby Luna from Fabian and kills him effortlessly. Nothing funny here, but if you enjoy the idea of him dying in a sewer, it may be for you! The Uncanny X-Men #307 (Bloodties Part IV of V): Pietro, Jean, Crystal, and Wanda search the Genoshan sewers for Fabian and Luna. There’s a lot of very unintentional humor here. Pietro mistakes HIS OWN WIFE for Fabian in the dark after HEARING HER VOICE, Fabian compliments Pietro on HOW WELL HE SCREAMS FABIAN’S NAME, Fabian teling Wanda and Pietro not to fight over him, Fabian ranting about how his life is in danger AS IF HE EXPECTS ANY OF THEM TO CARE LOL. Also at this point Fabs is having a nervous breakdown in sheer pants-pissing fear of Exodus, so he is REALLY rough-looking. Very unkempt, very unclean, raggedy cape, and the only time we see his hair out of the ponytail. Don’t know if you’re into the whole “grungy crazy-eyes” look but if you are, this is the issue for you! The 1996-1997 Magneto miniseries is full of hilarious Fabian goodness! It also does not actually have Magneto in it. It has Joseph, Magneto’s younger clone, believed by everyone at the time to be a de-aged Magneto with amnesia. It’s four issues and THE ART IS HORRIBLE and they forget Fabian’s ponytail through the whole thing except one issue...but the Fabian fuckery is AMAZING! It’s where he lies to a bird, it’s where he returns from the death no explanation and comes in LEVITATING AND SPARKLING with also no explanation how he’s doing that, where he tells a woman that snow reminds him of himself because he’s SO PURE and then tries to put her in his would-be harem two issues later and SHE BEATS HIM UNCONSCIOUS AND NO ONE QUESTIONS HER WHEN THEY WALK IN ON IT, where they lock him up and he escapes by somehow making A BIG FUCKING HOLE IN THE WALL WHAT THE FUCK and Joseph is just like “eh he’ll die out there” and apparently that’s just fine with everyone (LOOOL), where three Acolytes fight over who gets to kill him....honestly it just goes on and on, it’s great. A+ Fabian material, you must read! Fabian also tries to tutor Joseph on how to be Magneto and all I can think of is the bit in “Anastasia” where Vlad and Dmitri teach Anya about being a princess. Also he tricks “Magneto” into kissing a woman and it makes Exodus cry. So there’s that too. Quicksilver #1: IN JUST  ONE SINGLE ISSUE Fabian manages to get a MASSIVE AQUARIUM comically dumped on him because he didn't listen to a woman, literally RAINS on poor Bova and Luna who have NO IDEA why a random wet fuckboy is falling on them from the ceiling screaming, SHOOTS A HORSE FURRY ON ACCIDENT, and then gets scolded like the idiot he is by Exodus. I’m just...in awe. Quicksilver #4-6: MAXIMUS AND FABIAN TEAM UP!! Heroes for Hire & Quicksilver Annual 1998: Pietro is finally ready to lead the Acolytes like Fabian was always pressuring him to!...and Fabian goes “lol nope” when Pietro is like hey go fight this dangerous battle. FABIAN. Exodus and Pietro both think he’s a coward lol. Fabs just takes anyone with him who will go and tries to split XD Magneto Rex #1: Magneto tracks down Fabian to make him serve him again. Involves Fabian saying “I guess I don’t have any choice” while kneeling in front of Magneto and a closeup of Magneto’s hand on his head. So yes. And Magneto even brought along a NEW ponytail douche with him, Pipeline, just to show Fabian he’s not special. X-men (second series) #96: A shirtless Magneto sits up in bed after having a dream about Xavier and yells “Fabian Cortez! Attend me!” Fabian comes running into his room. Also Magneto punches him in the face. Uncanny X-Men #379: At this point everyone knows Fabian is a big fat traitor so he doesn’t even try to hide it, he just openly talks treason to the other Acolytes. Magneto catches him and tosses him into a pillar, he ain’t even surprised. Magneto Dark Seduction #1: Pietro walks in on Fabian sitting in Magneto’s chair when no one is around and yells at him. Magneto Dark Seduction #2: He’s in it but not worth noting. If you want to read the Dark Seduction series as a whole though, you probably should read this just for context’s sake. He does send a goddamn email as “Trojan Horse” though. Seriously. Trojan Horse. FABIAN ARE YOU SERIOUS?! Magneto Dark Seduction #3: Just a couple panels, but Fabian getting a fuck ton of guns pointed at him while he plays innocent!

Magneto: Dark Seduction #4: Fabian stares at a woman’s ass while negotiating with her for his release. He never notices the floating head of Sinister behind him because of said staring. He complains about the means of escape she gives him not being good enough, and then is killed by Magneto. So the last two things he does in his life is stare at a woman’s butt and be an entitled brat. HE DIED AS HE LIVED! X-Men ‘92 is indeed great! The thing to remember is, there are TWO X-Men ‘92 series. The first series is part of the 2015 Secret Wars and is four issues. The next series, which spanned 10 issues from 2016 to 2017, is not. The one with Fabian content is the second one. However, he is NOT in every issue, and not every issue he’s in will have Quality Fabness. X-Men ‘92 #2: His first appearance in these pages, in which he immediately shows us YUP, IT’S HIM by proclaiming himself THE SUPREME MUTANT:

X-Men ‘92 #6: Features Fabian undercover as a roadie in Lila Cheney’s band. This is where he fools all the X-Men here as security by him just wearing a goddamn baseball cap. Also features THIS FUCKING FACE:

X-Men ‘92 #7: The first page doesn’t have Fabian, but it does have someone talking about him! He’s one of The Toadies, the band that Lila was playing with, and a real-life grunge band that got to cameo in these issues! He refers to Fabian as “that weird roadie with the ponytail” which is priceless enough, but also says that the band “chased him to the parking lot but lost him” That’s right, Fabian was CHASED THROUGH A CONCERT PARKING LOT BY A GRUNGE BAND! And it was off-screen! This is both FANTASTIC because it happened and a HUGE LOSS that we didn’t get to see it. Later in the issue, Fabian himself does show up being HIMSELF and we get this:

Because we needed that angle of him, I guess. Thanks artists. And then we get him...being himself. X-Men ‘92 #9: It only has one Fabian panel but OH MY GOD WHAT A PANEL

X-Men ‘92 #10: Includes these wonderful moments/faces!

That time Fabian Cortez just kind of randomly photobomber the Summers-Grey-Xavier family photo Seriously, Charles is basically Scott’s father, and to a degree Jean’s as well, Cassandra Nova is his twin sister, and Cable is the son of Scott and Jean’s clone and then there’s Fabian who has no connection to any of these people who isn’t even on the same SIDE yet has just RUN IN THERE AND INTO THE FUCKING CENTER NO LESS FABIAN

Now let’s go one more, X-Men Forever! I don’t consider it great Fabian content, there’s really no comedy beyond how much Claremont clearly hates this guy, but given his presence in it, I’ll list his appearances and let you decide if it’s something you’d want to have a look at. Like X-Men ‘92, X-Men Forever takes place in an alternate timeline. It branches off right after X-Men #3, when Fabian murdered Magneto. Also like X-Men ‘92, it’s the second series to be called this. The first one is by Fabian Niceiza and there is no Cortez content. The one you want is the X-men Forever written by Chris Claremont and his beautiful, beautiful hate-on for Fabian. X-Men Forever #1: Fabian fights the X-Men. Not anything really noteworthy as funny or scummy or specifically “Fabian” here. Some of them debate killing him once they knock him out, as the X-Men all kinda become especially “fuck this guy” in X-Men Forever towards Fabian even though he’s done MUCH less shit in this universe. Why? Claremont hates him, that’s why. But yeah probably not worth it if you’re looking for a “Fabian being Fabian” fix.  Is worth it is you always wanted his flat ass in khakis though!

Also the Phoenix knocks him on his ass when he manhandles Jean

And he does what he does best!

X-Men Forever #5: A shackled Fabian is dumped into the middle of nowhere into the hands of a mysterious group. Just one page, nothing funny or shitty here, not worth it for what you’re looking for I don’t think. X- Men Forever #19:  We get to see what happened to Fabian! He’s in the clutches of the Consortium, an anti-mutant organization, and he’s a tortured emaciated wreck. I don’t even like seeing him like this, man. I love him getting what he deserves but oh man this is rough. There is one kinda funny bit where, when they discover him, he asks if they came to mock him. I think this is funny just because it speaks to his egocentric mindset even in this state; yes, Fabian, they busted into a super dangerous top-secret facility just to make fun of YOU! X-Men Forever #20: . He can’t even stand up, he has to be carried out of there. He gets shot during his own rescue, but lives (for a bit) through it, long enough to give the X-Men some info about who’s behind this operation. This is not funny Fabian content at all, so you might not want it. X-Men Forever #21: Fabian passed away during the night after his rescue. Claremont is sure to state in the yellow boxes that “Nobody misses him. Nobody mourns.” We do get to see his dead body and Jean does a sort of psychic autopsy in which she extracts further info from his deceased brain. Again, this isn’t funny Fabian content, it’s not even really Fabian content at all, would not recommend. We come back to the fun with “X-Men: The Animated Series” from the 1990s! Fabian appears in “Sanctuary: Part !”, “Sanctuary:Part II”, and “The Fifth Horseman.” All of them are pretty great! And gave us MY FAVORITE SCREENSHOTS OF ALL FLIPPIN’ TIME! xD THE HOLOGRAM HAREM!

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Cinderella (4/?)

Fandom: Star Trek (TOS/AOS) Pairing: Spock x Reader Summary: AU based on the 2015 live-action Cinderella movie. Spock in the prince of the Kingdom of Vulcan and the reader is a good, honest country girl trying to make it through a life with her awful step-sisters and step-mother. Genre: Romance Warnings: None A/N: This chapter is twice as long as the others kill me

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You readied the tea and biscuits for your step-sisters and Madame, paying little mind to their tall tales as you quietly relived your evening with Mr. Spock, the prince.

You giggled to yourself.

The prince.

Mr. Spock.

The thoughtful, kind man from forest, who treated you with such dignity and respect you’d not seen in years, was the prince.

How truly, delightfully ridiculous. Absolutely mad.

You giggled once more, offering not a single care to perturbed looks the women at the table shot toward you.

Tonight was a wonderful, beautiful dream. A blessing. A kind reminder, you felt, from your dear parents, that your kindness and courage will always be rewarded, and to stay strong.

And so you would. With your journal entries and your glass slipper always by your side, securely under the floorboards, you would remember this night, this blissful, ridiculous dream night with the prince, for the rest of your days.

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Not a week after the ball, Spock was called to his father’s chambers in the middle of day. There was no discernible reason the young prince could muster as to why his father was still in chambers so late into the day…

Until he approached the doors and saw Kirk offering him a sympathetic look.

Spock walked swiftly to his father’s bedside, trying hard not to focus on how fragile the man looked lying in the bed, pale and alone. Spock sat next to his father, offering no greeting or conversation. Now was the time for Sarek’s words, not Spock’s.

“I fear the time is here, my son,” Sarek spoke hoarsely, the strain of his dying body stealing away the last of his energy. “Your accession approaches, as do your additional responsibilities.”

Behind Spock, closely observing the interaction, was Michael. Though she remained silent and stoic, Spock knew she was in as much pain as their mother. Both women shared a telepathic bond with the dying king, and while his mother was weeping quietly in corner, Michael did all she could to keep her emotions in check. Truly, she would have made a fine Vulcan ruler – if only she were Vulcan.

Spock took a breath before speaking.

“I understand my responsibilities, Father,” he said quietly. “However, I refuse to enter into a lifelong relationship solely for political gain, lest the very fate of our nation depends on it. Though it may go against tradition, I cannot and will not marry without love.”

He could feel Michael stiffen behind him. They were never close, and Spock was certain this would tear them apart even further. Michael dedicated her life to serving and upholding Vulcan traditions and her brother, the heir to the throne for no reason beyond nepotism and racism, shirked them aside. The entire situation was bitterly unjust, but he could not think of any potentially successful way to rectify it.

“What if I ordered you to?” Sarek asked, seemingly joke. Spock bit back surprise at his father’s uncharacteristically jovial manner.

“I cannot and will not,” Spock affirmed.

“Then you must not,” Sarek concluded, his voice barely above a whisper. “You will despise this job, my son. You must find some peace within it. You must find your forest girl. That is your order.”

Spock couldn’t contain the surprise that overtook his face. As he processed his father’s words, Michael rested a firm hand on his shoulder, gently pulling him back from his father’s deathbed. As he moved away, Spock watched his mother race to his father’s side, gently running her fingers along his now-still face and bidding him farewell.

It… was over.

His father…

Michael gently guided him further away, near a back corner of the room, as their mother stood and wiped her eyes. She cleared her throat and started giving orders to the nearby attendants, calling for the doctor, the captain, and V’Las. Michael stood by Spock’s side as their mother took on the next steps, working through her grief to protect her children from such a hardship. Kirk listened to the queen intently, offering his availability for anything she or her family might need.

Spock recognized that he was far from alone, and yet couldn’t help but notice just how lonely he felt.

-0-

“Why do you stay at that house?” Uhura urged, asking you the same question she’s asked since your father passed. “I know it was where you were happy, but it holds no happiness now. You’ve got to learn to move on, Y/N.”

You almost jolted at the sound of your real name. Had it really been so long since you’d heard it? The last time you recall even thinking of your real name was at the ball, so many weeks ago. Perhaps you should’ve given your name to the prince – now king, poor boy – so you could have at least heard yourself say it one last time before it drifted away, lost to time like your parents.

You sighed.

“I made a promise,” you contended. “Besides, where else would I go. I’m an orphan on the path to spinster. I don’t exactly have any viable prospects.”

“You know you can come live with me,” Uhura pushed. “And your parents raised you well. You’re a brilliant and talented woman, Y/N. You’d have no problem finding work outside of that house if you really look.”

Realistically, you knew she was write. Your father’s travels brought back many languages for you learn, and your mother’s instance that she and you help the staff with the house work taught you a number of trades. If you chose to leave, the world would be open wide for you.

Yet, even as you thought it, Madame’s voice filled your head, reminding you over and over that you were nothing more than a raggedy servant girl. Perhaps, when your parents were still around, the world was your’s for the taking. But fate was often unkind, and the world would not open for a lowly, orphaned servant.

Before your conversation with Uhura could continue, the bell of the royal herald rang through the town square, drawing everyone’s attention to the man’s post.

The man, one of the few humans to work with the Vulcan palace, barely contained a smile as he unfurled his scroll.

“Hear ye! Hear ye!” he called out, his smile breaking through, ever so slightly. “Know that our new king hereby declares his love for…”

The square’s occupants fell deathly silent, eagerly anticipating the news. From what you’d gathered in the past few weeks, there seemed to be a rift among the commoners as to whether the prince – King, you corrected – would marry the princess T’Pring, since the “mysterious princess” was nowhere to be found. In fact, you were certain people had money riding on it.

“For… the mysterious princess, as wore glass slippers to the ball.”

Gasps and murmurings broke out in the crowd. Uhura shot you a look, a smirk playing on her lips.

“And requests that she present herself at the palace, where upon – if she be willing – he will… forthwith… marry her, with all due ceremony!”

The crowd grew louder as the herald stepped down from his platform. You could distinct notes of excitement, some of disdain, most of shock. Gossip was surprisingly rampant in the Vulcan Kingdom, and you could already hear the grape vine singing.

“So?” Uhura asked from beside you. You turned your attention back to her, catching the smile on her face and the mischievous glint in her eyes.

“So?” you asked innocently, trying to appear nonchalant under the Gossip Queen’s incredulous gaze.

“So,” she began again, “what exactly are you gonna do about that, princess?”

-0-

You sprinted home, the smile never fading from your face as your lungs burned and your legs screamed. You couldn’t mind the pain, not now.

He wanted to marry you!

Spock!

He wanted to marry you!

The dream, the dream of that night is actually coming true. After so much suffering, after being alone for so long, the man you love loves you back and wants to marry you.

You thanked your mother incessantly. Through everything, you kept her lessons close by your heart. You held on to your courage and kindness, even when it all seemed so hopeless, and it worked! Your happy ending found you! You were finally going to get-

“Madame?” you panted, confused by the woman sitting in your room, waiting for you.

“Well,” she said, her twisted smile pulling at her lips, “You were certainly in a rush to get here. Pray tell, what has you worked up, dear girl?”

If your heart wasn’t pounding from the run, it would have stopped dead.

This was not good. This was very not good.

You were so close to your happy ending. She was going to steal it. You didn’t know how, or why, but you knew she would do it.

Lie. Lie!

“Oh,” you started, trying to seem nonchalant, “I… I just forgot something I wanted to take to town.”

“Oh,” she offered kindly, never once breaking eye contact with you, “you mean this?”

Out from under the chair she sat in, Madame pulled out a glass slipper – the one you kept hidden your floorboard since the ball.

Your stomach dropped, a million questions flying around your head. Well, only two, really.

How?

Why?

Why?

How?

You desperately glanced around the room, looking for any kind of explanation. Next to Madame, on the window sill, lay the diary you kept next the slipper.

Shit.

It’s over.

“How did you find out?” You asked, the completely detached tone of your voice almost taking you back, if you weren’t too exhausted to care anymore. It’s over. She won.

Her smile, always wicked, developed an almost evil taste.

“I should like to tell you a story, my dearest step-daughter,” Madame began, her eyes unblinking. “Once upon a time, there was a beautiful young woman, who met the love of her life. She married the man, and birthed two loving daughters.

“Then,” Madame continued, her motherly façade fading, replaced with all the wickedness you had come to know, “the light of her life died, leaving her and her daughters destitute. The next time around, she married for the sake of her family. Then, that man, too, was taken from her.

“For years, she was forced to live in another woman’s house, and raise another woman’s child – which she did with grace.”

You could have slapped her right then and there, but your mother wouldn’t have had it.

“The woman had hoped to marry off one her beautiful, stupid daughters to the prince, but his head was turned by a girl with glass slippers, who disappeared into the night. The woman returns to her house that night to find her wicked step-daughter dancing around the kitchen, stars in her eyes.”

You cursed yourself for behaving like such a fool. You should’ve learned by now to never show weakness in front Madame. She would always find it, latch on, and exploit it. You were thoughtless to let your guard down, even for a moment.

“Did you think I was an imbecile?” Madame sneered, rising from her seat and striding over to you with the slipper in hand.

“Where did you get it from?” She pressed. “Did you steal it?”

“It was given to me,” you said, “by a dear friend.”

Madame barked out a laugh.

“Nothing in this world is ever given, you ridiculous girl,” she snarled. “For everything you must pay, pay. And after living in my house rent free for all this time, here is how you’ll pay me-“

“No.” you said firmly.

Madame was aghast.

“No?” she pressed, seemingly appalled that you had the audacity to fight her.

“No,” you confirmed. “You have ruined every other ounce of happiness in my life. Destroyed everything I’ve ever held dear. I will not let you ruin this, even if that means it shall only be a memory.”

Madame smirked a wicked grin as her grip on the slipper’s heel tighten and she walked toward the door. She paused in the door way, back facing you, and raised the slipper from her side.

“Then memory,” she taunted, “it shall be.”

In one swift motion, she smashed the glass slipper into the door frame, shards of glass scattering across the floor and stairs. You could barely hear the sounds of shattering glass over your own, pained cry.

It was over. Everything. All of it. Over.

Madame turned in the door, her too-sweet-smile pulling her lips and she looked you dead in the eyes.

“It would appear as though I’m not the only one with shattered dreams, Cinderella.”

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Director's Cut: Paradise Lost?

Thanks! I know I mentioned it before, but I’m really excited to talk about this one!

Paradise Lost

My newest child, whom I love even though I have no idea how I’m going to feel about it in a couple of months. 

The full backstory to it is that me and @janetcarter were talking Terra Nova, as we are wont to do, since we have our own batshit insane version of that show that only really makes sense to us. (It involves bondage dinosaurs, authoritarian regimes, oppressed Americans, spray bottles, 1789, and about 867% more gay than the original show could have possibly conceived of.) And they’ve been rewatching it, so they’ve been kind of liveblogging it to me, and we were discussing Taylor being an authoritarian bag of dicks again. (This is an ongoing conversation; it’s great.) 

And they made the mistake of saying this: 

And it eventually led to me doing a half-mad rant that would form the skeleton of Paradise Lost. In the annotations, see the original text in italics VS the final text.

  “YEP.

 “DIRTY WORK.”

“THERE’S NO OTHER WAY I CAN INTERPRET THAT ONE” “MAYBE SHE DOESN’T KNOW THE FULL DETAILS ABOUT PHILBRICK BUT YOU CAN BET YOUR ASS SHE KNOWS *SOMETHING*” 

And, from there on, it was all Paradise Lost. I ended up copying and pasting those messages in a GDocs file, edited it, added some description and a few plot points, and within a day I had a one-shot. 

So, I accidentally wrote a one-shot out in a Tumblr pm and I was just like, “You know what? Fuck it. I need to write a one-shot out of this. My productivity’s been low recently, anyway. Merry Christmas, Avery, hohoho. Have some angst.” 

It was actually really exciting, in a sense, because this is a totally different setting than I’ve been working with for the last year and it was a chance to expand my horizons, even though, as has been HELPFULLY pointed out to me, it’s still set in the past. Just…millions of years ago as opposed to just hundreds. I played myself there.  

(Annotations under cut)

Taylor’s kid talks when he’s drunk.

Pretty much the first new sentence that I knew I was going to include. I really like the idea of Mira addressing Lucas mainly as “Taylor’s kid,” like, despite him being a pretentious little prick who thinks he’s a genius, she still views him as a whiny kid.  

It’s something they put up with for the sake of the mission, he comes in, gives them their marching orders, and takes a bottle or two of moonshine, the pink-purple liquid spilling across his lips along with the stories.

The fruit they come from is called “Frut” and it’s an ongoing joke between me, Avery, and @elluka, so it only made sense for me to include it here as an in-joke. Lucas loves that sweet frut juice. 

Also: It is 100% canon that they make alcohol from it. I ended up having to look up what dragonfruit juice looks like to make sure this would be as authentic as possible. 

 Not that she cares enough to make sense of the stuff, to Mira they’re all the same as those calculations he draws out on the rocks in bold white chalk, rambling on and on.

Most of the others, they’re smart enough to avoid him, they’ve been out here long enough to know a Slasher in the woods when they see one. So, that means Mira’s the one to keep him company, giving him another when his stock runs out, praying that there’s enough left over to keep up morale, because that’s always a problem in a hellpit like this.

People get lonely, start thinking about the past, wanting things that they can’t have. The alcohol, even if it’s weak compared to the real stuff, helps them drown it out for a little while, though she doesn’t take it. 

Sadly enough, we get so little Sixer development that we don’t really know what morale’s like in-camp, the show’s too busy telling us that these are Bad People because they oppose God Emperor Taylor, but I would suspect that, given that unlike the colony, they only ever intended to be here temporarily, it would have to be pretty miserable. How long were they told it would be? A couple of months, a year? After all the years it would be, I can only imagine the homesickness from some or the resignation from others. 

Tl;dr: Yeah, I suspect they would be bargaining with Boylan for some of that frut juice or they have a still in-camp, though it probably has to take a backburner to more important things like medicine and food. 

Instead, she keeps Sienna’s face in her head at all times, wrapping herself around it, thinking of her bright smile as she’d walk through the door, dropping the raggedy toy that Mira’d got her after a mission as she ran to greet her. (She tries to think of whether it was a T-Rex with the faded red fabric and the drooping limbs with the stuffing worn out of them or a spinosaurus, and when she can’t, she feels the need to get out of this place and back into the real world like a jolt in her brain.)

The reference to Sienna’s toy came in fairly late, but I actually really liked it, because (1) It adds that worldbuilding as far as Mira’s economic situation and (2) It reminds me of a bit from the original script where Terra Nova was HUGE, so of course dinosaurs would be a big thing now, and there’s a certain irony to Mira being sent to destroy something that her daughter loves so much in order to give them a better life. Also, I’d just seen a review for various spinosaurus plushies, so I might have been inspired.

It’s also really important that she refers to 2149 as “the real world,” as her way of distancing herself from whatever she does in Terra Nova, as well as distancing herself from Wash and her feelings for her. “This isn’t real, this is a job, it’s not the real world, it’s an alternative timeline.” 

This time, there wouldn’t be another time. She’d get the job done, get home, and give Sienna the life that she deserved. And she doesn’t give a damn about what she has to do to get it. That’s what she tells herself, and it’s what she’ll believe.  

One of the things that I really admire about Mira is how FOCUSED she is. That���s something that can be both a major pro, since it means that she’s very driven to get her goals, but it also means that she can be harsh when she feels like other people are falling behind and not focusing, even, say, to a young child like Leah Marcos. 

Until then, she’d keep giving Lucas Taylor the moonshine, quietly hoping he’d choke on it, until he wound up drooling on the floor before going off to brood in a cave for the next six months.

In case no one can tell the level of respect I have for Lucas Taylor, Boy Genius.

Alright, but judging from Mira’s interactions with him, she is clearly deeply unnerved, and even though his calculations are necessary for getting her back home…well, if he chokes, it’s not really HER fault. It’s this terrible situation where she’s stuck with him even as she’s clearly scared by him and would probably want him dead under any other circumstances.   

“You know what? Those people-I-I feel sorry for them! They’ll never know the truth about the Great Nathaniel Taylor,” he raises his arm suddenly, as if he was trying to give a clumsy toast, spilling moonshine everywhere.

“Seriously, WHY THE HELL wouldn’t Lucas at least tell the Sixers? He knows that to the colony, it’s The Great Nathaniel Taylor, but the Sixers don’t have any stake there”

Uh huh. Daddy Issues story #326 - Been there, done that, she thinks as she wipes some of the sticky liquid off of her cheek. 

This was honestly one of my favorite lines to write. One of the things that I mentioned to Avery while I was live-blogging writing this is how much I honestly LOVE Mira’s POV, given how incredibly snarky she is. It’s like she’s aware of what show she’s a part of and she’s dedicated herself to ripping it apart. 

I’m so used to working with viewpoint characters who were born centuries ago it was honestly a bit refreshing, as much as I love Lazare “Javert was busy so they booked me instead” de Peyrol and Solène “Women’s motherfucking March on Versailles” Mazurier. Mira is just so fundamentally DIFFERENT, being very blunt and no-nonsense as well as the aforementioned snarkiness, that she was really a treat to work with. 

The way the kid talks, you’d almost think that this kind of thing was unusual . They were all soldier’s kids, these days. They’d all had to do what they had to to survive, and not all of them had mommy and daddy propping them up through the early years, either. Going from home to home, place to place, hoping that a bomb wouldn’t explode over their heads, holding a gun in their hand from the first time they could salvage one.

“Lucas was there, and in between crying about his daddy issues…why wouldn’t he expose Taylor to the world?”

It’s always been a pity to me that we really didn’t get all that much backstory development for 2149, except for that it’s a Very Bad Place, pollution, wars, etc., so it was a bit of fun trying to imagine what Mira’s past might have looked like given she’s obviously not as privileged as the Shannons or the Taylors, the former of whom are definitely INSANELY privileged. I have to think of when Taylor’s doing his whole “I survived 118 days in the wilderness” thing and Mira snaps back, “Yeah, we’re going on 1000.” There’s this…edge to her, and it takes a lot to impress her, and I have to think it’s because she’s survived so much that there’s really little that can surprise her. 

She makes a non-committal sound in response.  

“You don’t believe me, do you? Nobody else does, but you see -” Lucas laughs as he leans forward, and Mira wonders if he’s really lost it this time and what to tell Phoenix Group if their golden boy’s finally cracked under the pressure. “I was there. When my father killed him. And now-Now he wants. To kill me. I know everything, about how General Philbrick tried to get my father to step down, and my father killed him as if he was some carno that’d gotten lose. He buried him under Pilgrim’s Tree, he buried him there and let it rot, but-” Lucas smiles, sharp and predatory, and it hits Mira in the gut that he believes this “He couldn’t kill me. I know the truth.”

She eyes him as he is, trying to run it through her brain. Taylor’s a son of a bitch, but not a murderer. As if he doesn’t notice, he goes on, slamming down his bottle with a dramatic flourish as he spreads his arms out wide, “The great Taylor family tragedy-The mad king, the exiled prince, and, as always, no one listens to the oracle. But it’s all here,” he taps his head, “It’s all right in here. Don’t believe me?” He says, with the smug self-confidence that makes Mira want to punch his teeth out, even smugger with the alcohol. “See for yourself. Remember the name: Richard Philbrick.”

“'Don’t believe me? See for yourself.’ Lucas would say, with that smug self confidence that makes Mira want to punch his teeth out, settling instead for ignoring it. 

I really, really hate writing Lucas, because it feels like no one would ever say this, but then I remember that he described his relationship with his father as “A Shakespearian drama that borders on Greek tragedy.” Like a pretentious douche who strings together important-sounding words. But, I do kind of like the idea of him treating himself and his father as just…players in a larger game. 

Mira finds herself thinking of it long after he’s back to drooling on the floor, with a hell of a hangover coming in the morning. The kid’s been loose in the wild for too long, everyone knows it. It’s like playing with a tiger to get anything out of him, and most of the time, he speaks in equations, not words, as he holds his brilliance over everyone else’s head. God knows what goes on in his mind.

“And at first Mira wouldn’t believe it, because Lucas is demonstrably unstable + would make up ANYTHING to discredit his father, but as time goes on it makes more sense. And, after all, Philbrick has dropped off the grid”

The line about equations, not words is exactly how I feel whenever he appears on screen and the rest of the characters have to pretend that the words he’s piecing together actually make sense. 

And he hates his father. Not that you need to be a genius to know that one. He’d say anything about him, so long as it’d rain on Taylor’s little “big bright beautiful tomorrow” parade. Taylor’s an optimist, always going on about that bright new future for everyone. Peace, love, the American way, all that bullshit. Murdering someone-It’s not his MO. There’s nothing in the three inches-tall dossier they handed off to her the week before she went through Hope Plaza that’d say that. 

I had to get “There’s a Big, Bright, Beautiful Tomorrow” stuck in my head for this. 

She turns in her hammock, watching the tops of the trees sway gently in the wind through the little netted opening that’s as close as she’s got to a window, as a pteranodon flies across the moon. There are times she could almost get to like this place. She thinks of Sienna and frowns. Almost.

You will never know how pissed I am that we never got to see “Mira’s Lair” as Taylor calls it. I think that they would have to have some form of netting to keep out the mosquitoes and any other creepy crawlies, but yet again, the worldbuilding was shit there and I’m sad. 

(She remembers the first time she’d seen the moon, without the pollution there to cover it up or a million lights to dim it, white and gleaming and so big, Wash’s arm, strong and warm, around her as they’d made their way to the colony.) 

The kid’s lying, she tells herself, there’s no point in taking the bait.

In the morning, he’s back to scrawling more equations on rocks, and she’s back to taking care of her colony. That should be it.

It isn’t.

It sits there in the back of her mind, buzzing like a little mosquito that she can’t quite swat. She hates that about the kid, how he can get under her skin, make her think.

Taylor as a murderer? It doesn’t fit with that squeaky-clean, messiah complex image he’s tried to work up. Not that he’d be the first. Everyone has their demons, and God knows what’s underneath that benevolent dictator image. But if he was, then… 

If he was, then Wash is involved, too. But of course she can’t say that, because that would be admitting it to herself. 

I have to think that given the amount of corruption in 2149, Taylor being a bitch wouldn’t be a surprise, and that’s something I tried to show, but that it doesn’t fit HIM (and, more importantly, Mira’s still trying to protect Wash in her mind.) 

She ignores it, and ignores it, but it’s still there, in the back of her mind, and finally, she gives in.

“She ignores it, and ignores it, but it’s still there, in the back of her mind”

Is Taylor really capable of that?

“Is Taylor capable of that?”

So she checks. Still being in contact with 2149 has its perks, and she doesn’t have to run that kind of thing by Taylor (convenient, the voice whispers in her ear, that he controls the access to the outside world. She’d always thought it was so no one decided to get stuck on something dangerous like “democracy” or “basic human rights,” but it’d be useful as Hell if he was keeping something a secret.)

“And keep in mind: The Sixers can CONTACT THE OUTSIDE WORLD AND GET THAT INFO”

Philbrick’s missing they say, but there are holes in the record. Missing in South America? It’s the new “went on a long vacation and never came back.” And even if she’s not out there writing equations on rocks, she’s not stupid. Stupid gets you killed, where Mira’s from. Her employers play the evasion game, remind her what she has to lose if she presses, and she folds. Officially. But she knows one thing: Richard Philbrick’s dead, and wherever he is, it’s not South America.

So she checks. Philbrick’s missing they say, but there are all those little holes.”

Honestly, I hate writing any kind of detective work, because it all feels like a reach, so this was a hard section to write. But also absolutely necessary. 

Boylan seems to know everything that goes on in the colony, for the right price, and she corners him one day after they’ve just gotten ahold of some medical supplies.

Thank God for Boylan providing the plot-convenient information. Or not providing it, as the case may be. He actually wasn’t planned, but when I was writing it, it felt like I needed more between the web search and Mira making her realization, so Boylan got to make an appearance. Yay, Boylan.  

He just shakes his head, “Isn’t enough money in the world to make me tell you that.”

You know it’s bad when Boylan’s not willing to haggle for information. You know, it’s sad when you think of it: Boylan guarded Taylor’s secret faithfully for years, and only gave it away by accident…because he was tortured by the man he’d once considered a friend. Taylor deserved all the fallback from that one. 

“You and he used to be old war buddies, now you can’t stand each other. So what happened?” She tilts her head as she stares him down, the way she knows makes her people stand down when they’re being stubborn. 

He just shakes his head head again, walking away, and that’s all the confirmation she needs that something’s up.

Philbrick’s disappearance.

Taylor turning on his own kid.

Taylor turning on Boylan.                      

It all starts to make sense.

But there’s one thing left, one thing she needs: Proof.

The next time Lucas shows up, she glares at him, “The body. Where is it?”

He smirks in response and takes her to Pilgrim’s Tree.

I really debated including this section, because it seems to go against canon, but I couldn’t imagine anything LESS than that convincing Mira, when she knows that the body’s there. 

That’s the thing with secrets: They never stay buried, especially if you leave someone alive to tell the tale. 

“The thing with secrets is that they NEVER stay secret long” - Literally the first line of the rant that kicked this off. 

And the body of a man, missing a limb in just the right place, well, that tells a story all on its own. There’s no point doing anything with it, when all they have’s the word of Taylor’s unstable son and a corpse against a legend. Better to put him back in the ground and wait for when it can be useful. As they cover the body again, spreading dead leaves across the upturned soil so it looks undisturbed, Mira feels her gut twist.

This was my haphazard attempt at keeping things consistent with canon, as much as it could be. 

It’s never been personal between her and Taylor. It’s just a job, just like it always was (she tells herself as she thinks of trusting dark eyes sparked by the firelight as Wash sat opposite her, stretching a black hairband absently between her fingers, her black hair loose around her shoulders. That night, she’d forgotten her mission for a moment. Just a moment, but it was enough.)

“And slowly, but surely, things make sense. And honestly, Mira’s horrified, because it was never PERSONAL between her and Taylor. It was a job (she tells herself as she thinks of trusting dark eyes by the firelight).”

It doesn’t really make sense for MIra to have that undercurrent of bitterness that she has towards Taylor in canon; my girl’s a mercenary at nature, I can’t see her taking it personally. But this? Was honestly the first time Mira’s character clicked for me. 

Also Wash + her hairband is one of my favorite things, in no part because of the 1789 crossover meaning that she and Laz get to bond over their ponytails. As is Wash sans hairband, because I’m gay. And imagining Wash’s younger, idealistic self honestly hurts, because Mira’s betrayal took so much of that from her. 

She knows why she didn’t want to believe it: For Taylor to be capable of it, that means that everything Wash told her, all that bullshit about a better future, is a lie. Wash is always there by Taylor’s side, saying “How high?” even before he says “Jump.” (He doesn’t deserve it, she thinks; if she was with them, she’d be raking in a solid 2 or 3 figures more as a medic alone.) There’s no way she doesn’t know.

“And maybe she doesn’t want to believe it because for Taylor to be capable of it, that means that EVERYTHING Wash told her, about a better future, is a lie. Wash is as complicit as Taylor, she’s always there by his side, there’s no way she doesn’t know. 

Also, props to Mira for STILL thinking about how much Taylor doesn’t deserve Wash even as she’s realizing that Wash is complicit in human rights violations. 

She’s never been one for the new, better future that Taylor goes on about, about second chances and fresh starts, she has to spend her time on solid ground with what they have now rather than chasing after rainbows and unicorns. But when Wash talked about it, hope in her eyes, Mira’d almost…

And as it all comes together Mira feels a little bit of her heart (which is already mostly hardened, after years of war, years of eat or be eaten only a few inches of red pulsing muscle remain, and it’s for her daughter and Wash) calcify.

And as it all comes together Mira feels a little bit of her heart (which is already mostly calcified, years of war, years of eat or be eaten hardening it, only a few inches of red pulsing muscle remain, and it’s for her daughter and Wash) calcify.  

This is one of the bits that remained virtually unchanged from concept to final product, mainly because I really, really liked it, and it’s probably the reason I ultimately ended up writing it down in the first place. 

“Still doing Taylor’s dirty work?” She’ll ask, several years later, as Wash looks up at her in-Hatred? Anger? Surprise? Mira blames the smudged black eyeliner for hiding her eyes.

‘Still doing Taylor’s dirty work?’ I know the truth now, is what she’s really saying, I’m not naive anymore.”

Not that it matters. Not anymore.

She’s trying to say that it doesn’t matter what Wash thinks and that she’s over it, but she isn’t. She was still hoping, on some level, for Wash to say something. But then she doesn’t, and so Mira uses her as leverage for what she wants, telling herself that it doesn’t matter because it’s all for the mission, anyway. 

I know the truth now, is what she’s really saying, I’m not naive anymore.

I know.

And somehow, it doesn’t feel as good as she thought it would. 

This line was the only thing I could think of to end it on, even as I didn’t like it overly much, but I wanted it to be a very bittersweet at best ending from Mira’s perspective. She’s broken free of the lies Taylor told, at least she thinks so, she’s brought Wash down a peg or two, but it can’t be a victory because she really didn’t get what she really wanted, which was for Wash to renounce Taylor and jump in her arms. 

My other alternate title was “Prometheus” [which I discarded because (1) It was Lucas levels of pretentious and (2) it centered Lucas rather than Mira], and I feel like both of the titles kind of encapsulates the idea there: You get the knowledge you want, but at what cost? 

[rainy--dayys]

Extra Cheesy - Sweet Pea x Reader (3/?)

Summary: After literally bumping into the cute pizza guy and then promptly running away, (Y/N) has something to take care of which may or may not lead her in the direction of said boy?

Words: 2658

Warnings: Swearing, yelling, cheesiness!

A/N: I firstly just wanted to apologise to you all for how long it took me to finish this part! I was having a tough time finding inspiration to write but seem to have suddenly gotten my mojo back! Again, super sorry about making you guys wait for me but thank you for your patience!

A/N/N: I am feeling so much love you guys! Your responses have warmed my heart so much that a third part was in order! I decided to do this chapter a little differently and have it in the readers point of view! Let me know if you liked it like this and if not, I can always make a chapter 3.5 back in Sweet Pea’s point of view!? :))

You can read part 1 Here! And part 2 Here!

Readers Point of View

It was oddly quiet in the halls today.

I could actually breathe in the sweet smell of silence as strange as that sounds.

Ever since Southside High shut down the halls had been over crowded with tattoos and leather jackets. Not that I have anything against the Southside at all, I don’t have anything against anyone but the halls have been so crowded due to the closure that I spent most of my lunch times in the library or outside.

I was walking briskly but freely through the halls, sticking towards the lockers as I didn’t want to run into anyone when I rounded the corner and coincidently smashed straight into a large and muscular make-shift wall.

Colliding with the figure I was thrown to the ground, books strewn everywhere and a basketball could be heard bouncing away from my ass which was sore from the fall.

Standing up and wiping my legs, I began to pick up the mess the person had created, starting by picking up my books and their gym bag in hopes to make a mends.

“Oh my gosh I am so so sorry! I can’t believe I just did that, I should be more careful!” I rushed out as I finished grabbing the remains of my Biology book. To be fair, it wasn’t exactly my fault, he really should be looking where he’s going but I didn’t want to anger the boy more then he probably already was.

“You had all of this room and you decide to slam straight into me, great!” He grumbled sarcastically, snatching his gym bag out of my hands without so much as a thank you.

Placing his bag over his shoulder he yelled angrily, “Next time, watch where you are fucking going!”

That was it.

That was the final straw.

I was furious now! Sure, I had run into him but I am nothing compared to his tall stature.

“I said I was sorry okay? No need to be an asshole about it,” I yelled at the tall boy, looking up for the first time to see what Jerk had been such a dick about a little accident.

Looking up, my eyes met the ones that I couldn’t stop thinking about since we first met. It was the boy who I delivered pizza two all those days ago.

Sure, he was an asshole and yelled at me both times we have interacted but look at those chocolate brown eyes. How can you not fall in love with those orbs of melted chocolate.

God, they make me swoon.

The next thing I knew I was staring into the boys eyes and instantly regret calling him an asshole, even though he is one.

A sudden realisation washed over me as I remembered where I was headed and I had no time to stop.

Before I had even realised what was happening, my feet were taking unusually fast strides and were suddenly carrying themselves, and myself along with them out the doors of Riverdale High.

I could hear him.

I could hear his deep, sultry voice calling out after me but I couldn’t stop.

I couldn’t stop myself from running away, like leaving the scene of an awkward, humiliating crime.

And yet…

I want nothing more then to turn straight around, apologise for calling him an asshole and to smash my lips into the giant hunk but I couldn’t.

How could I when I would be letting down the person who needed me the most.

Without even realising it, my body had auto-piloted me to that person. The one person who depended on me and relied on me more than anyone else in the world. The person who-

“Y/N!”

“Hey Buddy! How was school?” I laughed as my little brother run up to me and hugged my lower-half.

Once he was done, I took his hand in mine and we began our long trek home. I would love to take the bus home or even drive but we need that extra cash for food or necessities.

“It was good! We got to play with Lego and do a giant obst-obst-“

“Obstacle?”

“Yeah that one, an obs-ical course! And we had cake cause it was Jackson’s birthday and and..”

“Hey there kiddo, slow down and take a breath! It sounds like you had a full-on day today!” I laughed, ruffling his shaggy hair that definitely needed a trim, which again would cost much more then we could afford.

As we continue to walk the long treck home from (Y/B/N)’s school, we slowly but surely cross the invisible line between the two halves of town; the Northside and the Southside, on purpose of course.

Out of pure habit and years of experience, I grabbed (Y/B/N)’s hand a little tighter and bought him closer to my side, knowing that on this side of town you could never be too cautious.

It wasn’t like I don’t trust Southsiders, I am one after all, but there are some people on the Southside who cannot be trusted.

The Serpents are trustworthy, some can be a little scary and cut off statue heads but they are relatively harmless. The outsiders (like myself who do not belong in a gang) are trustworthy and just like to keep to themselves away from all the gang violence and rivalry. But the Ghoulies, they are the ones we have to watch out for.

Finally reaching the trailer, I unlock the rusty door and rush (Y/B/N) inside so he can have his afternoon snack and finish his homework before I have to go to work.

After cooking up a feast that consisted of a toasted sandwich with a side of 2 minute noodles, I was now ready to head off to work.

(Y/B/N) was now safely tucked in his bed, fast asleep and shouldn’t wake ‘till morning.

So everything should have been going to plan, correct?

WRONG!

“Forsythe Pendleton Jones the Third you answer your fucking phone right now or so help me I will shove your beanie so far up your ass that it’ll never see the light of day! Arghhhh just get your sorry butt over here because I have to leave and you have to baby sit, remember? Ughhhh get here NOW!” I whisper yelled into the phone, in awe of how dim that boy can be at times.  

I really didn’t want to leave my little brother at home alone but I also cannot afford to lose this job.

If I lose this job then (Y/B/N) won’t be able to eat or get new clothes that he really needs or a haircut. I don’t care if I starve, wear old clothes or have raggedy hair, he doesn’t deserve that life and just because our parents ditched us, doesn’t mean I’m going to fail him.

So with all this weighing in my mind, I take one last look at his tiny frame and grab my jacket before practically sprinting out the door and towards the pizza place I’ve been working at for the past few months.

After serving many costumers and delivering many pizzas, I was finally walking the tiring path to that little place known as home.

With my corny blue cap long gone, I dragged my feet one foot at a time as I struggle to keep my eyes open. It was currently two in the morning and I was finally making my way home.

In the end, Jughead had ended up calling and saying that he would check up on (Y/B/N) but he couldn’t stay long which wasn’t an ideal situation but I had no other choice.

I had to just trust that (Y/B/N) would stay asleep and that no scumbag Ghoulies broke into our trailer which, considering where we lived wasn’t an unlikely situation.

As I climbed the steps that lead to the trailer door, I was hit with this sudden sensation. A sensation that I couldn’t quite explain except that it felt like someone was behind me.

Whipping my head around I was met with four boys. Three looked around thirteen and the other was smaller, more familiar.

The four boys where walking up to the trailer across from mine when I saw them knock on the door as loud and as obnoxiously as they could and then run as fast as they could, seeking cover behind anything they could find.

The older man ripped open the door in nothing but a singlet and boxers and started to search for the ding-dong-ditchers frantically and with a scowl on his face but alas found nothing.

Sighing, he turned around and stomped back inside, closing the door behind him as irritably as he opened it.

So these were the infamous ding-dong-ditchers that had been terrorising our neighbourhood for the past few months. They have been non-stop knocking on every trailer for forever but I’m never home to deal with it, however I do get some choice words thrown around by Jughead when he baby sits.  

Loud cackles could he heard from behind two motorbikes, as the little shits emerged from the darkness, revealing their identity like a dumb superhero.

I gasped loudly as one of the faces becomes abundantly clear.

(Y/B/N).

(Y/B/N) was a part of the thugs that were bugging serpents and ghoulies alike, probably earning them all a death wish if they were ever caught!

No way!

This isn’t like him at all! Someone must be making him do this and I am going to give those someone’s a piece of my mind!

“Do you little shits mind telling me why you assholes and my innocent little brother are knocking on people doors at two in the morning?” I questioned, walking over to them and crossing my arms over my chest to try and show some sort of dominance. After all, they are only like twelve, right?

“What’s it to you? He’s always home by himself or with that beanie wearing dickhead who doesn’t take his eyes off of his computer for long enough to notice he’s even gone!” The tallest done yelled back, stepping in front of the gang.

Oh I am going to slaughter Jughead, slowly and oh so painfully.

“That’s because I work you fucker! I make a living, so he can even be in that trailer!” I counter, stepping closer to the kid.

“Well maybe you should work harder cause that metal box you call a trailer is an actual shit fest and should be compounded!” He barked, stepping up so his face was closer to mine.

“You talk about my house ONE. MORE. TIME. And I will bash your teeth in so that you have to drink your dinner through a straw. So, you either step the fuck back and let me take MY brother home before you twats turn him into one of you losers or I bash your fucking skull in? Which will it be?” I yell through gritted teeth and don’t back down.

A flicker of fear flashed over his glossy eyes as he stepped back towards his friends, the same expression on their faces.

I use this opportunity to grab (Y/B/N)’s hand and pull him towards me.

“Now, I suggest you leave here and don’t come back! And if I catch you ding-dong-dumbasses ding-dong-ditching another one of these trailers, I’ll inform each and every tenant and they’ll eat you shit heads for lunch!” I growled, turning fast and practically dragging my little brother back towards our trailer, the footsteps of the kids could be heard running as far away from Sunny Side trailer park as their little feet could carry them.

Pausing suddenly, I turned around and bent down to talk to my little brother. I grabbed his shoulders and tried to look in his eyes as his were cast towards the floor.

“And you! What in the world were you thinking (Y/B/N)? I have bought you up to treat people how you want to be treated and this is what happens. Do you want people to knock on your door at three in the morning, wake you up from your slumber and then just leave?” He shook his head, tears forming in his eyes.

“Then why would you do that? I know you and you are not silly buddy! You are so smart, so what happened?” I sighed, my voice going from a stern one to merely a whisper.

“It’s because you are never home!” He cried, tears streaming down his face. I pull him into a rib crushing hug as he continues to sob.

“I spend all day at school without my big sis and then come home to see you for a little bit and then you leave again and you leave me with Jughead. I don’t even like him, he has a weird name! Why are you always leaving me?” He sniffed, tears flowing freely down his tiny face.

(Y/B/N) is at an age where he just doesn’t understand why I work all the time. He doesn’t get that money doesn’t grow on trees and that I have to work my ass off to afford food every night.

Sighing, I pull away from him, so he can look into my eyes.

“Buddy, I leave so that you can go to school and you can have lunch! If I didn’t have to leave I wouldn’t, you know that!” I began to tear up. This was all my fault.

He was rebelling at such a young age because of me and my stupid working hours.

“But how about this, I’ll drop some hours on the weekend okay buddy? I’ll cut back work on the weekends so that we can spend it together, alright?” I said with a sad smile.

His face lit up like a Christmas tree, his grin as wide as could be. His arms wrapped back around me and hugged me as tight as he could.

As much as I wanted to enjoy this moment, I just couldn’t. We were already struggling as is and now I have to cut back on hours. Maybe I’ll be able to pick them back up on a weekday? That means finishing at four and getting three hours sleep but if it means that (Y/B/N) will be happy and out of trouble then I can’t say no.

“Now, before we go back inside there’s one more thing we have to do!” I say, standing up and grabbing his hand.

That night I had (Y/B/N) go to all of the houses and apologise for his part in the ding-dong-ditching affair. We didn’t have to worry about waking anyone up because I’m pretty sure the whole neighbourhood heard our little conversation anyway.

“I’m sorry Mister, I didn’t mean to make you mad!”

“I just wanted to say sorry…”

“I don’t know who the other boys are!”

These were some popular statements of his that night whilst making our way through the rows of metal containers.

Trailer after trailer and apology after apology, we were finally up to the last one.

It was around the corner from our own trailer and looks really familiar but so do all the other ones so I didn’t really dwell on it.

Walking up the steps, hand in hand, I knocked loudly on the door and waited for an answer, if there was going to be one.

“This is the last one and then we can go back to bed, okay?” I looked down at (Y/B/N) as he yawned and rubbed his tired eyes.

“I am super proud of you for doing this and apologising for what you’ve done!” I whisper as I squeeze his hand and smile softly at him.

Suddenly, the door is ripped open and I’m met with someone who I had no intention of interacting with or talking to any time soon…

“What the fuck do you-“ He screamed in my face, causing (Y/B/N) to hide behind me.

“Oh, hey there little miss sunshine…”

A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed this part! Let me know what you think and if you’d like to be tagged in the next part! Also, feel free to request anything! :))

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CHAPTER NINE

WORD COUNT: 3303

Sehun had completely stopped interacting with you, and you felt like shit, but you deserve every bit of shit there could possibly be. You had broken him over and over where he had completely become this monster. And just when the old sehun was coming back you created a worse one. One who wouldn't even acknowledge your existence. But you had to remember, you wanted this you wanted nothing to do with him. You're the one who had improper feelings not him so you should suffer in every way possible.

You had been avoiding Kris for some time now, you didn't even talk to him in 1st hour. and he was confused on what he had did. At least according to Tao. But you didn't want to deal with Kris, or anyone of that matter, and you especially didn't want to deal with...

"GD, seriously I'm not in the mood, so if you wouldn't." You said trying to stop this ship before it sailed. He looked at you in annoyance.

"Why are you like this?" he gave you this look.

You looked at him back the same way." I could say the same, why are you?" You were now face to face and he smelled good.

"I'm not anything bu-"

"A man whore? I know," You finished off for him.

"Yah that's not what I was going to say," He said pissed off.

"Well it's what you should have said," You said looking up into his eyes.

He sighed and took a step back, "When will I ever get you to understand me? Although you're like this I try for you-"

you were now fuming who even asked him to, "I don't need you to understand me! I never asked you too!"

He looked around people were now staring. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you into an empty class room. "KEEP YOUR VOICE DOWN!" He yelled at you.

Your eyes became big and you decide that you wouldn't go down without a fight. "Leave me alone and why are you yelling then?!" You yelled back.

He pressed you against the wall. "Listen up and listen well. " he said through gritted teeth. "All I'm trying to do is be nice, because I like you. I like you a lot that I'm willing to change for you because I want to be with you but you just won't let me in." He backed off you now that he had your full attention." I like you Ana but you're so difficult, closed off, and shielded that I don't know how to step in."

But when had you said you wanted anyone to step in? let's face it, he was forcing himself in. And that you didn't like.

You had to admit that you had a butterfly for on GD here and there. It was something you didn't want to acknowledge because he is the last person you want to say that about, but if he could help you get over sehun why not? What girl didn't like GD though? you only lied and said you never would like someone like that ever. But that was all in the past.

"Ha-ha, you change? What kind of drugs are you on now ?" Laughing at him. Joke it was a joke, but GD wasn't having it. He gave you an asshole look.

"Nothing, I really am sincere." he said bitchy because you just thought this was a game. You couldn't see that he was being really sincere.

He was now pressed against you and you were both face to face. His hands were on your hips and you about died. He was putting it on you because you could feel him through his uniform pants. He hesitantly kissed your neck afraid you would freak out and push him off. But you didn't. and that he liked. That right there gave him so much hope.

"Do you want this or not?" he said huskily. So straight forward he was.

God, you were soaked. So, this is why the girls dropped their shit for him. The effect he had was like a spell. Your eyes glazed over in lust and he barley did a thing. His lips found yours and you didn't hesitate to kiss back. You were doing things you don't normally do? With him. What is this sorcery?

This bad boy had you in the palm of his hand. That boy, had you wrapped around his fingers. It was a wrap. GD caught you, you were in his trap now. Nothing was ever going to be the same again with him. This was how he got the girls to swoon all over him. He liked to think of it as a 1 on 1 session, one he would very much like to finish in the bed.

But since Kris cheated on you, you decided that you needed someone, anyone to get back at him. Because that was just the kind of person you were sadly. "Ana I want to take you right here and right now but I won't." He said finding the will to back off. And he did. Leaving you glazed over and what not. It was like you were somebody else. "Ana come to my party." He said grabbing the door handle. "you won't regret it." And he left.

"Shit." You said, shit shit shit shit..." you just kept repeating. You were in such deep shit.

You waited a few seconds before walking out the class room after him. When you shut the door behind you. Sehun was about to walk past the door but stopped when you came out. And next to him unfortunately was his slut. This bitchhhhhhhhhhh.

You looked at him and his girlfriend gave you that look of disgust. Stupid bitch. You couldn't stand her. You didn't know why she tried you every fucking time, guess she wanted another ass beating. She's lucky you had class so wouldn't smack the shit out of her for disrespecting you.

Sehun looked over to GD who was just about to walk around the corner to the next hall. He then looked back at you and disappointment was written all over his face. You adverted your gaze elsewhere and walked passed them both. As you looked back you ran into Kris.

"Ana." He said just as surprised as you were. He been trying to talk to you, calling you, and texting you but you just weren't having his shit right now.

Great. Let's cut this shit short.

You didn't want to deal with him right now. You tried walking away from him. Why are you being like this? What did I do?" he grabbed your arm.

Ugh.

"I don't know you tell me." You said bitchy.

He closed his eyes. "Eun mi?" Wow so he knows? " it's not what you think." He sighed out opening his eyes.

"Oh, then what is it then? She is a slut and you know that." You said pointing to him. " and I know that" you said pointing to yourself. not recognizing your angry voice.

"Were not dating." He snapped. Indicating that you shouldn't be mad when you guys weren't an item. But whatever.

See, this pissed you off. He said all these things to you. Said he was going to change. And that you were to take it slow. But look first week, but why Eun mi though. That was sehun's sluts best friend which maybe was the reason why you hated the fact that he cheated. Or in your case, since you weren't dating "talked to someone else."

You were caught off guard by his words and you were paralyzed in the throat at that moment. You couldn't even speak. So, since you found that your legs could move you walked away. Why was he being such a dick? And why did you care? And the crazy part it didn't hurt much. You just were scared because... your use of him was being obstacled. And you seemed to be catastrophic every chance you got. (Going overboard with things.) Just because you felt like it and no one would stop you.

"Ana..." he tried to grab you but you weren't having it. You disappeared up the stairs going to your next class. Because you didn't want to hear it. That was the end of it and that's because you said so. Never again would you trust Kris.

2ND HOUR LP LANGUAGE

"Hey." you were greeted by Baekhyun but you didn't want to talk to anyone right now. Kris, sehun, and GD were getting on your last nerves. You didn't want to add Baekhyun to the list.

"Okay then ignore me then." Baekhyun said enthusiastically, sitting down in his seat in the back.

The empty seat next to his was Sehuns. Sehun strolled in, as usual you couldn't tell what he was feeling. but he didn't hesitate to give a look. A look of disgust. Well at least he acknowledge you? You zoned out it was Friday and that raggedy party GD was trying to get you to go to popped in your head. Ugh. How annoying. Why couldn't he just leave you alone. You had enough problems and dealing with him pissed you off. And what pissed you off more was the effect he had you all of sudden it was like.. since you were playing so hard to get he pulled out a wild card and played it. He was playing you and you were suddenly playing back.

Class had started and you started to zone out. You started thinking about things and didn't necessarily know where you were getting at when you thought about your life problems. you always seem to be going back to square one with your thoughts.

"Ana, please come correct this sentence. " you jumped out your thoughts. You didn't even realize class started. You were too out of it. How long was you like that? You magnetically made eye contact with sehun as you stood in front of the class.

"OK now correct it into the right form." Ahh son of a bitch why were you picked on anyways? Damn teachers.

You tried to do your best to kind of wing it since you didn't know what the fuck was even going on. "Alright, are you done?" seonsangnim asked you shook your head yes and hoped for the best. "Class is this right?" He said putting your shit on blast. Really? No shit Sherlock. It is wrong. You know it was wrong. Why did he have to do the most?

"No, she forgot everything." Sehun said from the back. "well then, Please Mr. oh teach your sister how to do things." Seonsangnim said. You gave you teacher a look. Really? did he just tell you off like that. And there went that anxiety rising higher as sehun made his way to the front. You were the stupid one clearly. Sehun was always better than you in every possible way.

Ugh.

Sehun corrected over your hand writing and you stood watching as he correctly fixed the English sentence. The right Grammar and everything.

"Ah thank you Mr. Oh, At least someone was playing attention. Mrs. Oh make sure to learn from your brother, better yet pay attention in my class." he said clearly annoyed. The whole class stared at you as you made your way back your seat. Sehun stared at you with them and you felt like it was you against them. God, you were such a piece of shit. You were glad it was Friday. This school shit was getting to be a burden.

Never mind, you needed this weekend. And what better was other to party. All you wanted to do was get drunk and forget that life was such a bitch. Maybe you could drink yourself to death. All you knew was you wouldn't care about anything or anybody. Maybe you could go to that party after all.

The bell finally rang and sehun and you took the same route to your guys 3rd hour. He was at your heals and you'd wish he would go away and take everyone in this school with him so you could be alone. He didn't say anything and neither did you.

"Oh, look who it is oh Luhana."

(A\N: I think I'm going to change her name to OH Sehana? What do you guys think?)"

You glared at the person outside your math teacher's door. And you wish you could make him disappear.

"Kai fuck off." You said walking past him and into the room. After that you didn't pay attention. You didn't want to, He was about to follow you in there but sehun pushed him back with annoyance. Kai was so annoying when it came to you these days he was like obsessed with you and sehun didn't like it.

"Stop leave her alone. She doesn't like you."

Kai laughed, "she doesn't like you either and you're her brother. " and kai pushed sehun's face back as if to dismiss him. Kai tried to walk pass sehun to get to you but...

BAM!

You looked towards the door, only to see sehun punch kai in the face. In no time a crowd gathered around. What the actual fuck was going on that made your brother punch kai, his best friend? And chanyeol ran up just in time.

Now you started to pay attention.

"What the FUCK." Chanyeol said as him and now Baekhyun pulled them both apart. Everyone in class was interested and had gotten out their seats.

"Sehuns mad because his sister hates his guts." he said throwing chanyeol off.

"fuck you Kim Jongin. Your obsessed with the fact that you can't bang my sister because she doesn't want you." He yelled in Baekhyun embrace.

Everyone inside kept looking at you since you were the topic of the fight.

"Oh yeah." He said getting in Sehuns face and chanyeol went to grab him again. "but at least it's okay if I do it." Chanyeol made sure to hold him from sehun.

Your heart dropped. His words didn't set right with you and you were on the verge of tears and a panic attack.

Okay everyone was lost what exactly was going on. Sehun punched him again and this time "your fucking sick! " sehun yelled at kai as his fist came in connected with his face.

"really but who has a relationship with his sister so closely?" Kai pushed wiping the blood of his lip. Trying to taunt sehun with shit he didn't even know about.

Another drop in the heart for you along with the pressure of a panic attack.

"what are you even saying kai, they don't even get along, they barely talk you're a dumb ass," Baekhyun said becoming very angry with kai, he looked at kai closely, and let go of sehun, "dude you fucked up." He said looking into kais eyes. "chanyeol get him out of here, leave school before his dumb ass gets caught with being under the influence of drugs."

Still, you were paralyzed. Time was in slow motion as you seen kai being taken away by chanyeol.

"I'll tell you what's fucked up-"kai continued.

Chanyeol stopped as kai wouldn't budge.

Now that you looked at him you could tell kai was on something. And maybe delusional. And why was he on drugs anyways what the fuck?

"Quit making up things!" Sehun again went for kai but Baekhyun held him back. Chanyeol finally managed to man handle kai and leave.

Everyone was whispering about kai and what he meant. And you just couldn't. Sehun seen you leave and he followed after you along with Baekhyun.

"What's going on why are you all standing here.?!" The teacher yelled oblivious to what just happened since he just arrived. "Get to your damn classes.

Meanwhile: You hid in the girl's bathroom. You were feeling burdened by kais words they just didn't sit right with you. It was like he knew something he shouldn't about you and you were about to hyperventilate.

"Ana." Sehun knocked on your cubical door. He had gone into the girls bathroom to follow after you. You put your foot up on the stool and hugged them. "Ana I know you in there." You closed your eyes tight and tears fell down your face.

"leave me alone." You said betrayed by your voice.

Ana, he is just talking shit." He pleaded.

"Go away."

"Ana." And suddenly the door opened. And you busted out crying. The stupid cheap ass locks broke on you as sehun barged in on the door. Grabbing you in his arms.

Meanwhile Baekhyun stood outside the bathroom as a look out.

"Byun Baekhyun why are you not in class?" Principal lee said.

"Shit." Baekhyun cursed out loud.

" mwo?!! Are you cussing?! "He said displeased.

"Mianhamnida I didn't me-"

but principal lee cut him off. "In my office now."

"Shit." Baekhyun accidentally let out again.

"now!" he started following him.

"Arasso." Baekhyun followed him.

Back in the bathroom

"why is he saying things like that?" You cried to him.

Sehun stood you up and pulled you out of the girl's bathroom but before he did he whispered Baekhyun's name. poking his head out the door. who didn't answer. damnit. where the fuck did he go? finally realizing he was nowhere to be found he grabbed you on the hallway that he knew had empty class rooms. shutting and locking the door behind you guys sehun brought you to the back and motioned for you to sit in the corner. So no one walking passed the window could see you guys.

the class was quiet and the light was off. and you couldn't help your sobbing. it was worrying you to the point that kai may know about you. you wouldn't know why or how he knew, you have never told anyone about your dark secret. so how would he know? by body language? if so you were hurt that you weren't strong enough to hold up your guard.

"Ana look at me stop crying." he grabbed you in his arms." kai had this thing back when we were all friends. he was jealous of me and your close relationship. he thought there was something on between us two as.." he didn't even want to say it. " you know what I mean, "he said avoiding you eye contact.

"but I just kept telling him we were just that close but NOT that close." and you couldn't stop crying. all your actions towards you brother had gotten someone to catch on. it was all your fault.

"but I seriously told him incest is wrong and is forbidden. I would never do something so disgusting out of line with you I mean come Ana were brother and sister how could we do such things? even the members agreed with me kai was making things up because he was jealous that is all don't worry too much. "and he kissed your head. But why did it hurt when he said it aloud. "it's wrong" "its forbidden"

"your very beautiful Ana and it brings out the dog in most men. "he said.

You still were crying.

"Ana please stop." but you couldn't Kim Jongin had figure part of it out. No matter if he was badmouthed about saying such things, or just trying to stir shit up. the thing was you tried to hid and protect sehun from this, and look it just go picked up by observation. but there was one thing kai got wrong he had it wrong. he thought sehun was in love with you. but little did he know it was really you. you were the disgusting one not him.

Mission status: slowly giving up.