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venus-vault · 8 months ago

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On Earth As It Is In Heaven

Mr.Reed x Fem! Reader (Mid 20s) (18+)

Synopsis: Pt. 3 - (y/n) is introduced to a new system of belief...

⚠️TW: Percieved Heresy, Catholicism Mentions, Condescension, Crude Language, Possible Vague and Obscure Spoilers for 'Heretic' (2024), Age Gap, Lectures, Blood, Violence, A Somewhat Graphic Depiction of Gore, Oral Sex (Male Recipient), Raw P in V Penetration, Terror & Tense Situations, General Smut.

When I come to I'm clothed, and my body is seemingly unharmed but I still feel fuzzy, disoriented. The taste of the wine I shared with Mr. Reed remains on my tongue and I swallow, noticing a faint smell of perfume and... something else? Something coppery....

I breathe as deeply and quietly as I can and allow my eyes to open. A small room, dimly lit and painted green. It's lined with paintings of gods and prophets, shelves of books and records, and a vinyl player sits off to the side, similar to the bedroom. Looking down, I realize I'm seated in a pew, of which there are rows. Is this... a church?

Two doors line the wall ahead of me, one green and one purple, behind a large desk with a half-burned candlestick on it. From the green door, Mr. Reed emerges in the checkered cardigan I remember him in from when he first ushered me inside, and the pajamas he threw on after we...

I'm extremely confused.

"Well hello!! Look at you!! How're you feeling? Bit groggy, I'd imagine? You were just a *touch* over served, that's on me." He admits, stashing a bright green watering can under the desk and grabbing his notebook and pencil off of it to write something down.

"Seventeen Hours. Good." He looks back to me, an excited grin on his face.

"Mister Reed?" I ask softly.

"Ms. (y/n)?" He chuckles, taking a step closer.

"What happened? What is this? How did I get here?"

"You were drugged, this" he gestures around us "is an institution of learning, and you were carried here. Anything further? No? Good. Let's get cracking!" He claps, rubbing his hands together and I jump in my seat.

"Whu-" I'm more confused than I was initially after this brief, unhelpful explanation but he prattles on;

"A few miligrams of temazepam in the wine, nothing lethal." He narrows his eyes, pointing a finger at me "You were indoctrinated into catholicism from what age?"

"I was baptized at two...why d-"

"Two. Years. Old. TWO, (Y/N)!! Forgive me but that's fucking ridiculous. You had no information and no way of consenting to whatever 'soul-protecting' rituals catholics do to children at two years of age.

You have lived your entire life by the teachings of a cult, my dear. A popular cult with a good handle on architecture and design, but a cult all the same. With their gaudy, artsy buildings and their priests wrapped up in silk and you," he looks me over, his expression sympathetic "Full of all that eternal guilt and shame for your entirely natural feelings and urges. For what? A reward only recieved after death? Heaven is about as meaningful to the living as a gold star sticker on a child's spelling test and I believe, no I know, that you're aware of this, (y/n). "

He sits on the edge of the desk as he lectures me and I take a second to look myself over.

These.... are not my clothes. A long, dark grey wool skirt with... a short-sleeved black mock neck sweater tucked into it..., the inside of the right sleeve is caked in some dark, calcified stain... These are... comfortable clothes, modest clothes, thank God, but they. Are not. Mine. I shudder. How did he get these? And where is this lecture going? He pulls a few different versions of monopoly and the landlord game from the nearby shelves and likens them to different religions, laying a holy book atop each and telling me about 'iterations' and I am not listening and the stain on the inside of my sleeve that isn't my sleeve is almost definitely someone's blood and now I'm scared and what is going on? There's an immense pressure in my head and I'm breathing too fast -- is this how I die?

In this decidedly unholy place, amongst all these artifacts I've been told would protect me, at the hands of a man who not only led me into temptation, but now purports to have the ability to deliver me from evil? Is he the evil? I'm overwhelmed and I cry.

I cry like I have never cried before. My face is wet and I'm sobbing and I'm hyperventilating and Mr. Reed finally stops talking so I look up, flushed, snivelling, unsure of his next move.

He seems shocked for a moment, eyes widening. Then his brow furrows again as he leaves his place at the desk to stand beside me. "Shhh, shhh, come now. That's a bit dramatic, eh? Catholic school lasts what, twelve years? You can stand to listen to an old man drone on for a minute."

He sheds his cardigan, draping it over my shoulders as they shake. He produces a tissue from one of his pockets and brings it to my face, dabbing away my tears. "You've been extraordinary for me so far, (y/n)." Mr. Reed scoots into the pew next to me, his eyes catch mine and he hums, reassuring "Such a virtuous, reasonable, obedient girl." I take a breath, resenting how much I lust after his blessing, his praise. "See, I'm just introducing you to something new. Something different than that to which you're accustomed," He resumes, snaking an arm around my shoulder "When you walked in here, you weren't used to having your beliefs challenged. Only affirmed. It was scary, mm? But you let me in. You let me experience all of you, inside and out, because somehow, somewhere, deep inside, you know I'm right. You know this is right : what we do, who we are together. You taught me your doctrine, I owe it to you to teach mine."

"But you- you requested the- why...?" My voice cracks.

He squeezes my shoulder, speaking softly into the crook of my neck "Knowledge, (y/n), is power. Power is... what? Mm? What does power give to us?"

I shiver at the feeling of his breath on my neck and silently curse myself for welcoming it. "Uhm..." I look up at him, uncertain "Control?"

"Control! Exactly! Brilliant!"

I can't help the small smile that arrives on my face at knowing the correct answer to one of his questions.

"Control is the root of each of these doctrines." He gestures to the desk with the games and books laid out on it "Think of your church. Sit, stand, kneel, listen to some old twat tell you you're unworthy of heaven, sit, stand kneel, stand, sing, kneel again, eat some crackers, go home. It's all programming. They have you learn all that bovine choreography not because it amplifies your prayers to some all knowing benevolent being, but because it subdues you. It tires you out. Makes your body ache. You need something to do with your hands in those pews so you fold them in reverence because idle hands are the devil's playthings, are they not?"

"... Sure.... Mister Reed? Whose clothes are these?"

"Some things aren't for us to know, (y/n). And some are. Like how I know," he smiles "that you are going to continue to be keen for me, stop asking ridiculous questions, and do what I say. Because we're both thoroughly aware of the fact that I am your god now." His breath is hot on my neck as he chuckles, I can feel his grin, and I flinch.

He's in control. Older. Wiser. Stronger. Smarter. I look up into his eyes and he kisses me before I can even think to move away. His tongue tackles mine, fingers lacing into the hair at the nape of my neck, his other hand squeezes my thigh, my eyes roll back "mmh-" and maybe he is God. He breaks the kiss, looking me over.

His eyes undress me and I wish his hands would follow suit but they don't.

"Walk to the desk, stand in front of it."

I do as he says. There are 4 rows of pews on either side of the room and at the end of the aisle there is a door that seems to lead into a hallway. As I make note of this, Mr. Reed gets up from his place and begins stacking the books and board games, placing them on the floor beside the desk, and setting the needle on the vinyl player. He stands before me, bringing a hand up to stroke my cheek.

The song he's selected begins with a wavering guitar note, and I recognize it immediately. 'If, I could make a wish, I think I'd pass, can't think of anything I need-'

"Have you heard this song before, (y/n)?"

'No, cigarettes no sleep, no light, no sound...' the song plays on.

"Of course, Mr. Reed. 'The Air That I Breathe' by The Hollies? Everyone knows this song."

He closes the short distance between us, smirking down at me as his fingers trail the outside of my arms.

"Not. Everyone. And certainly not everyone your age. Your generation is a mess. All depression and 'memes' and vanity," he rolls his eyes "but it's obvious that you, my dear, are something totally different. You're a person of tradition, sure, but more importantly, one of great intellect. We share this trait. Because of it, people shy away from us. Ostracize us. Call us 'crazy' or 'obsessive' of our interests. Hence why no one's come here looking for you. To them," he takes my hands in his "We are alien in our entirety. But to Me, you are an angel. A lost lamb, searching for truth in every interaction, looking for a god in all things. You were destined to find me eventually, to be freed of your inhibitions and made new... "

His eyes are wide and I watch them flicker with something unidentifiably terrifying. The song ends and the record skips as the room's momentarily warm ambiance is replaced by silence again.

"Mis-mister Reed?" I blink "I won't lie, you're scaring me-"

"Enlightenment can be an entirely horrifying journey. Knowing our souls at a depth others might only see as aspirational...It is scary," he squeezes my hands and my palms are sweating but he doesn't let go, instead lowering himself to whisper in my ear "but are you frightened more of the depth of knowledge you've acquired, in your short time here?... Or how much you've enjoyed yourself doing so? After all," he continues, "good girls aren't supposed to."

"Aren't supposed to...?"

He pushes his cardigan off my shoulders, letting it fall onto the desk behind me. He then tugs down the zipper on the side of my skirt that isnt my skirt and it slips off my hips, crumpling at my feet. He pushes the fabric of the sweater over my breasts, exposing me further, running a thumb lightly over one nipple, and I wince at the sensitivity of my own body, taking my lower lip between my teeth.

"Aren't supposed to let me do that. But you do. And good girls, (y/n)," he reaches his opposite hand between my legs, feeling how slick I've become over the course of his lecture "don't get wet in dangerous situations... with strange men..." He runs his fingers along my vulva, pressing up gently as he scans my flushed face for a reaction, which he gets easily, as my body responds before I can, bucking against his hand desperately. His fingers dip into me a few times and I moan, breath ragged as I melt for him.

"I-" I am defenseless. I know it and so does he. Mr. Reed knows I'll take anything he gives, give him anything he wants, that I'm addicted to the lightest touch of his hand or gentle word from his lips.

"You, (y/n), are not a good girl. They don't want it, need it, the way you do. Barnes would never behave for me the way you have..." He mutters, bringing his two fingers from one set of lips to the other and my core is tense with anticipation. I don't question him, though I want to. Barnes..?

"Open." I do. Mr. Reed watches my eyes and he doesn't need to tell me to suck because I am a good girl, and my face burns with white-hot shame as I reach for his already half-hardened cock, ready to prove it to him.

I squeeze his shaft gently and it twitches in my hand, stiffening for me as if on command. He takes his fingers from my mouth and watches me play with it through the thin pajama pants, intrigued. "Go on then."

That's all the permission I need and I sink to my knees, taking his boxers and pajama pants down with me as I watch his cock spring forward, throbbing.

I wrap a hand around it, looking up at Mr. Reed as I slowly stroke. I watch open-mouthed as a bead of precum dribbles from his tip. Snapping out of my trance, I lick the underside of his length from base to tip before taking him into my mouth as far back as I can, bobbing my head over him slowly

"Ohhh..." he groans "You are dirty, (y/n). One orgasm and you're on your knees, doing anything for more... you'll get it too..." his hands find my hair again and he thrusts himself deeper into my throat, tears immediately welling in my eyes and cascading down my cheeks as I gag on him "Mmmh, you'll get over that gag reflex eventually," he grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks me painfully upwards, spinning me around by the shoulders and bending me over the desk "but today is simply *not* that day, I'm afraid..."

He's inside me instantly, ramming forcefully against my cervix as he stretches me out again. I feel myself clench a couple times around him and he slows his pace, making me groan in annoyance as much as pleasure.

"Please, Mr. Reed," I whimper

"Not... yet..." he murmurs, affixing his hands to the front of my hips as he resumes his agonizing strokes.

"Mister Reed I can't-" I moan

"I said, Not. Yet." He gives a slow, hard thrust with each word and it's all I can do not to push back onto him. As the rhythm of his hips builds I feel an internal coil prime itself to snap, and right as Mr. Reed's fingers find my clit, it does.

"Ohh my gohddd, Mister Reeeed!!"

I see white as my body pulses around him, coming entirely undone in hot, flowing waves as I convulse, glazing his length.

He keeps fucking me, forcing soft, raspy moans from my lips.

"Whose are you?" He commands, a hand wrapping around my throat as he pistons into me, his grip firm.

"Yours!" I whine.

"And to whose. Fucking. Creed. Do you devote yourself? Quickly..."

"Yours Mister Reed! I take no others before you! Just you, only you..." the words fall from my mouth as a distressed whimper before I can process their meaning and I gasp as I feel him fill me with thick, hot ropes of semen.

He groans as he comes inside me, slowing pace gradually before pulling out.

He grabs the discarded skirt from the floor and cleans himself off with it, then holds it between my legs as my tender, limp body recovers. He waits a few seconds, tugging his pants and boxers back up his legs, then walks to the purple door with the skirt in hand, tossing it into whatever room waits beyond.

"Only. Me. Hm?" He chortles under his breath. "Only you Mister Reed!" He mocks in an exaggerated American accent, circling the desk and turning me over, scooping his arms under my legs and torso to lay me across it longways. He tugs the sweater he'd dressed me in the rest of the way off my body so I'm laid out bare before him, still attempting to catch my breath. "I take it youre not a practicioner of idolatry then. " He chuckles.

"Only... you...I promise...just you Mr. Reed." I breathe, opening my eyes, my gaze focused on the ceiling.

He hums, smirking down at me. I feel him run a finger down my torso.

"Gorgeous little zealot, and so easily converted... begs a question, did you ever really believe those things you preached to me?"

"Mostly?" I cringe at the admission, exhaling deeply.

"Mostly. From my understanding this is the typical experience of Catholicism, yes? You... grow up, being hammered over the head with flawed logic, you stop believing about halfway through middle school, feeling like a complete fraud at your confirmation into the faith, and some years later, just the way R.E.M. describes it, you lose your religion either to one that makes sense, or to one that roams so far from your parents' ideals that you feel like a rebellious teen in your twenties, having cracked the code. Hm? Sound correct?"

I feel understood, yet ashamed as his words sink in. "Y-yes, Mr. Reed, I'd say that's accurate.." I mumble.

His hands are warm as he pulls me up into a seated position on the desk, pressing a soft kiss into my forehead before letting his chin rest gently on top of my head. "It's so hard to be misunderstood the way you are, (y/n)," he mutters, arms wrapping around my shoulders, holding me tight against his chest "the way we have been..." Mr. Reed rubs gentle circles into my back, soothing me further, and I let my hands rest on his back, keeping him there. He goes on;

"But that's all over now, now that you've found the only true faith, my singular infallible doctrine. You do trust in my control of you, don't you, (y/n)?" He withdraws slightly, scanning my face.

A beat.

"Yes, Mr. Reed. I entrust myself to you fully. I know you'll guide me righteously,-"

"But you hesitated. I allowed you my blessing, my sacrament. I placed my seed within you, allowing our souls to entwine, and you hesitate when I ask you to verbally acknowledge your trust in me as your singular deity?"

"I'm just a little bit fatigued, from the-" I breathe, confused

"Oh, (y/n)... tsk... and you were doing so well..." a pitied expression colors his features as he stares down at me, taking a step back.

"Wait, wait, what do you me-"

"That just won't do, I'm afraid-"

I watch his arm hack an invisible line through the air and my ability to breathe is instantly diminished. My hands rush to my neck, and only when I feel a warm gush come forth does it dawn on me that he's holding a box cutter, with which he has just slit my throat open in one fluid swipe.

"Mister Reed-" I wheeze, barely a whisper "why?"

"Faith must be unwavering. There is no room here for hesitance. For ambivalence. For selfishness."

I choke out sputtering breaths in a desperate attempt to prolong my conciousness, but the edges of my vision start to tint in spite of my efforts. Tears run hot down my face as I silently plead with him, but Mr. Reed resumes his rant unaffected;

"Too innocent to prophecise, and setting you free, well that would never work... but don't worry dear, sweet angel. It's really not you... its me. I require a perfect convert with true, unwavering belief in my principles to aid in execution of these experiments...it is sad though, we really could've been something, mm?" He looks me over affectionately, even now, as fresh blood pours ceaselessly from the wound and down my chest, torso, and thighs.

I cough, tipping forward some and watch blood spatter his white cotton shirt. "Please-" I croak weakly, reaching for him. He steps back further, brows raised.

"If it's meant to be, (y/n), you'll resurrect for me, certain of your faith. And if not, well," he gives me an awkward grimace, "I bid you adieu then, and wish you comfort in the fact that you were of great use to me in your... " he checks his watch "Eight hours here." A fond smile.

I fall forward off the desk and onto the carpet, my head bouncing against the floor with an excruciating thud. I watch Mr. Reed take a seat in one of the pews as he watches me spasm in shock and struggle to breathe through a series of garbled croaks, gasps, and wheezes, stifled by the flow of my own blood coating my larynx.

My mouth opens and closes a few times, hands still weakly striving to stem the steady gush from my lacerated neck, but nothing comes out as my body goes rigid in shock, my eyes lose sight, and I lose conciousness for the last time.

There is no white light. There is no chorus of angels.

Only a profound darkness, and once I find myself wrapped in its undertoe, I've drowned completely.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 year ago

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candy girl 6

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as cheating, age gap, noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: as you’re about to take the next step with your boyfriend, doubts begin to arise. (short!plus!reader)

Characters: Thor (boyfriend’s dad/silverfox)

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself. <3

You can hear Thor following you as you storm down the pavement. You cover your face as your horror overflows in choking sobs. You’ve never hurt like this before. The pain is so deep you could crumple to the ground then and there.

He grabs softly at your hand as he tries to stop you, “little one.”

“Please, let me go,” you beg as you tear away from him, nearly tripping, “oh god, I can’t believe--”

“Shh, shhh, please, breathe,” he grasps your wrist firmly and stops you, “it’s late, I can’t let you go running off into the dark.”

“I’ll find a bus,” you insist, “please, I--” you face him and heave, “how could he do this to me?” You babble and use your free hand to mop your cheeks, “how could I ever think he wanted me?”

“Oh, dear,” he sweeps you into a hug before you can stop him. “It isn’t that. He is wrong. He is... I am ashamed to call him my son.”

You want to resist. You know you should but his embrace is soothing. The sound of his heart beat as he pulls your head to his chest keeps yours from racing. You hug him back and sniffle.

“Thank you,” you murmur, “but he is your son.”

“And?” He rubs your back and rocks you, “it doesn’t mean I condone this behaviour. I’ve been soft on him too long.”

His words drift into the cool night air as you cling to him. He’s warm against the chill. You shudder out a breath as the silence roils with tension. His hand stills and crawls up to the back of your head as he slowly parts. He looks down at you as he holds you at arm’s length.

“You will stay. Just for the night so I know you are safe,” he says.

“I can’t--”

“Yes, you can,” he drags his touch down your neck and arm and takes your hand, “come.”

“Mr. Odinson,” you plead as he tugs you back towards his house.

“Thor,” he corrects swiftly, “trust me, just this once.”

You can’t argue. He’s already done so much. Your car, the tip, you feel as if you owe him. Even in this circumstance.

He takes you up the front steps. Your reluctance weighs down your steps and he coaxes you forward. He hushes you again as he takes you through the front door and stops you just short of the staircase.

“You will go to my room, right at the end of the hall,” he points as he turns to you, “lock the door for now.”

“Thor, what’s going on? What are you going to do?” You squeak.

“What I should’ve done long ago.”

“Are you...”

“He is my son, I wouldn’t harm him, yet he has hurt you. He has made a habit of using people, not only you but myself, his brother, his mother... it cannot stand,” he declares, “please, go, I shouldn’t like him to see you, in case he does choose violence. We both know his temper.”

Your mouth falls open and you look past him then to the stairs, “you don’t have to... for me.”

“It is right. He is not a child anymore. It is a lesson overdue for many years. I cannot help but blame myself for your pain so let me try at least to atone,” he squeezes your shoulder then nods to the stairs, “please.”

You lower your lashes and turn to climb the stairs. You stop at the top to peek back again. He looms. You continue on and find your way to his room. You shut the door but cannot move away from it.

You flick on the light. His room is painted a deep shade of evergreen. The wooden floor is dark and smooth, with a rug beneath the large four-postered bed. A king-size with a thick frame built of square planks. There’s a desk by the window and a chair of the same heavy wood as the bed. A large wardrobe stands opposite with a houserobe hung from the slightly ajar door.

You turn to the door and press yourself to it. You can hear his footsteps below. It happens all at once, muffled but decisive. Magni’s door swings open and hits the wall, Something falls over, probably that table you told him was too close.

Then a girl’s yelp and deep timbres. An argument you can only make pieces out of. Their voices rise higher and get clearer as you hear them moving. The front door opens and snaps shut again. They’re still yelling. Oh god, what do you do?

You can only listen as the tempest blows below. There’s movement too, some banging and slamming. Footsteps back and forth. It lasts forever. Your chest is about to split open. You hear Thor’s voice as clear as if he’s right beside you.

“Get out,” he demands.

The front door opens again and you hold your breath. There’s a strange cracking noise before feet stomp outside and across the porch. You scurry to the window to look out. Magni’s shadow stalks angrily through the dark, the outline of his knapsack crooked over his back.

You retreat and pace around the room. Waiting. The house falls back into silence and you hear Thor climbing the stairs. He sighs and it drifts toward the door. You face it as he knocks from the other side.

“Hi,” you utter dumbly.

He slowly twists the knob and peeks around the door, “he’s gone.”

You gasp as you see his face. There’s a split across the bridge of his nose. Your fear subsides in the wake of concern.

“What happened?” You rush forward as he lets the door fall all the way open.

He won’t look at you.

“Ah, he was caught offguard is all,” Thor rubs the back of his neck.

“He hit you?” You stop before him, looking up tremulously.

“I’m glad it was me and no one else,” he intones. “If you weren’t here, I can’t say I’d have left him in one piece.”

“Oh,” you whimper.

“I don’t mean to scare you,” he shakes his head.

“Your bleeding,” you say as his nose drips red.

“Ah, I thought I’d stopped it,” he presses his knuckle to his nose.

“Here, let me help, um,” you look around and rush over to the en suite bathroom. You dip inside as you hear his uncertain steps in the bedroom. You return to him, “er, can you sit? I can’t reach.”

“Of course, little one,” he sits on the bed and drops his hand. You unravel toilet paper from the roll and fold it into a square. You raise it to dab his nose gently.

“Does it hurt too much? Is this too rough?” You ask.

“Not even close,” he assures. His blue eyes sparkle at you. The way he watches you makes you sweat.

You stare at the split higher up his nose over the cartilage, “do you think it’s broken?”

“He had it crooked but I put it back,” Thor chuckles.

“Oh,” your frown.

“I can take it,” he says, “I’m so disappointed...” he flicks his lashes down, “to think I could raise a heathen like that. Someone who would hurt you.” He winces and reaches to take the toilet paper from you, “I’ve got it.”

You retract your hand as he presses the tissue to his nose. You clutch the roll and sway nervously.

“Where’s he gone?” You ask.

“It isn’t my problem,” he growls, “the idiot. How could he not see--” He stops and looks at you, agonized, “you don’t deserve that. What you said before, it isn’t true. You are easy to want, little one, but he is young and arrogant.”

You bite into your lip at the unexpected compliment. You can’t help but think he only says so because it’s what he’s meant to say. Everyone’s nice to the broken hearted.

“I suppose I shouldn’t care either,” you resign. You look him over and your chest pangs. “Can I get you anything? Water? Tea?”

“Oh, no, I should be asking you,” he stands. “First, let’s get you settled. Modi’s old room should do, I think.”

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aloysiavirgata · 7 months ago

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A Mulder-Scully child/children in an interfaith household. Chag Urim Sameach, Virgata Family!

From here, darling. Merry (late) Christmas and Chag Sameach! https://www.tumblr.com/aloysiavirgata/761731982784888832/loved-your-skinner-pov-i-am-the-ultimate-sucker

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Baby Matilda, dimpled and blue-eyed with a thick shock of cinnamon hair. Baby Matilda, fat as a soup dumpling, blinking curiously as her siblings and parents and grandmother gaze down.

“Chag sameach,” say William and Fiona, Hebrew-school mindful. Their ch- careful as their father’s Bar Mitzvah lessons.

Silas and Clara, less confident, mumble Merry Christmas to her, though it’s two weeks away. Mulder palms their glossy heads, beaming. The tree lights are tacky and bright and gorgeous. They make stained glass circles on his children’s faces.

Margaret, chamomile-warmed and still a little baffled by the existence of these children, cuddles Tilda close.

Salt-dough handprint menorah ornaments on the Christmas tree. Cocoa and dreidels by the fire. Latkes and dripping goose fat and boozy sweet fruitcake. Marzipan and mistletoe and sufganiyot.

William retreats to the big leather armchair with his illustrated book of winter holiday traditions from around the world. Silas and Clara head off to find the cats, and Fiona sneaks another marshmallow into her mug.

Mulder does not believe in god because the notion of an interventionist deity like Scully’s is a Lovecraftian horror to him. But Scully still wants to. Scully cannot look at herself and her five children and not believe that there must be Something who loves her, at least a little.

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2 AM.

Mulder brings Tilda over to the bed, warm in a deep blue flannel sleep sack with silver moons on it. She is complaining loudly. She is the mottled pink and yellow of a Rainier cherry, with flailing round fists.

Scully takes the unhappy baby to her breast and sighs as the milk lets down. Tilda, already the fiercest of her children, latches on with something like aggression. Tilda has the fattest cheeks of all their babies, the plumpest dinner-roll feet.

“I think maybe she was also a twin but ate the other kid in the womb,” Mulder observes. “I’m going to see what Si and Clara think. As the house experts.”

Scully adjusts the baby. “That’s great, that’s exactly an appropriate question for preschoolers.”

Mulder stretches out beside them on the bed. He loves these lost hours. “Ahhhh, these modern kids are too soft. When we were babies they just gave us bottles full of lead paint and sent us off at six to the asbestos factory.”

She looks at him in amused disbelief. “Mulder you were wearing Brooks Brothers at birth. Your mother had a night nurse for you and Samantha. There’s a picture of you at like 6 eating latkes with crème fraiche and caviar.”

“Okay well first of all those were blini and that’s how they’re traditionally served so pardon my cultural sensitivity.”

Even Tilda pauses nursing to look at him.

“Oh you too?” Mulder pokes his daughter in the belly. “Watch it kid, because she won’t be making all your meals forever.”

Scully sticks her out tongue, switches Tilda to the other breast.

Mulder begins to doze when a blood-curdling shriek splits the night from down the hall. He jumps up, reaches for his hip out of habit.

Fiona, still shrieking, races into the room and launches herself into the bed. She clings to her father like a koala, sobbing. “The Yule Cat,” she wails into his neck.

Tilda, born into the whirlwind, remains unperturbed by her sister.

“I DIDN’T DO IT!!!” William yells, racing in after, hair sticking up everywhere like his father’s

Scully narrows her eyes at that. “William what-“

“SHE STOLE MY BOOK I SAID IT WAS TOO SCARY FOR HER!”

Fiona, tear-stained but no longer howling, points a finger at him. “I didn’t steal your dumb book I just was LOOKING at it while YOU sneaked another sufganiya!”

William scowls back. “Well I wasn’t going to tell but I saw you ate four more marshmallows!”

Mulder peels Fiona off his chest. He looks sternly at both of his children. “First of all we do not narc in this family.”

“Tattle,” says Scully, exasperated.

“We do not tattle in this family,” Mulder amends. “Unless someone is making a choice that will endanger them or someone else. You only tell us to HELP not to HURT.”

Fiona’s lip starts to tremble again. “He eats you up,” she whispers. “Daddy the Yule Cat eats you all up.”

“Oh, honey, it’s not-“

William takes her hand. “Fee?”

Her eyes are brimming again. “Yeah?”

“Come in my room and we can read about Saint Lucia’s Day. The oldest girl gets a special dress and a crown.” William’s face is earnest, excited to share something new with her.

She brightens, Yule Cat seemingly forgotten. “Yeah? Daddy can I have a Saint Lula dress and crown?”

“Sure,” Mulder says, yawning.

Fiona hops down, still holding her brother’s hand. They head to his bedroom and his reading light goes on.

Mulder takes the baby, tosses a blanket over his shoulder, and gives her a few solid thwacks. She belches like a sailor.

Scully laughs, delighted. “God, remember when you first tried with William and I had to explain the goal was to burp him, not put him to sleep?”

Tilda is already out cold and Mulder returns her to the bassinet. “Listen if I broke the miracle baby you were going to be really, really pissed. Now that we have a basketball team…eh.”

Scully curls against him when he’s next to her again. “Mulder, I feel kind of awful, but I’m glad William took her because god help me, I did not have the energy for that child in the bed tonight.”

Having Fiona in bed was a lot like having a bag full of ferrets in bed. “No, no. Me too. Little narc.”

Scully pinches him. “Let’s sleep while the sleeping’s good.”

They nestle into the pillows, exhausted. The white noise machine, the scent of the fire, of jam, of cinnamon…Scully drifts into a gingerbread dream.

Little feet on the hardwood. “Mama,” Clara hisses. “Silas got scared when he heard Fee and now I’m scared too.”

“Got scared,” Silas echoes. “Me and Clara.”

Mulder barely wakes as he heaves his children into the bed. They jostle and squirm but eventually curl together, safe from the Yule Cat.

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buubonita · 7 months ago

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budbonita. fellow horrortale connoisseur. opinions on the horrortale game that came out this jolly holly eve,,,,,,, me personally i am very calm and relaxed (eye twitch) 🙂

Hello, Tryglybud! Its good to see you again in my ask box :3c okay lets het to the point shall we?

THERE IS SPOILERS ON THIS, so have that on mind before READING!!!

WARNING FOR child death mention, decapitation mention.

That said (rubs my little fly hands)

If there's one thing I really liked about Horrortale is that SAS takes elements from the original game and re-routes them to fit the story. The charm of Horrortale is that it's precisely an alternate timeline that you can believe will happen without problems. A neutral route that turns into the living hell of monsters.

Anyway, now to point out the little things I liked.

The dark twist of Sans' Iceezs puzzle! In the original the joke is that you can't find any of the words that are written (the fucking puzzle is not doing the puzzle if you want to pass it. It's literally doing nothing lol) but here you literally HAVE to find the words to advance. I found it funny because if you've played UT your first instinctive action is to do nothing! It's like that Papyrus puzzle and the colored tiles that you don't expect to be relevant and then it turns out that it was! Just cute, thanks SAS.

The music! the overall atmosphere is super eerie and ominous, the opening song for waterfall is simple and sounds like still water. It gives you the feeling that you're in dead ground. Like the genocidal route in waterfall and its theme, but again, SAS USES the game's foundations and directs them into their own story YYYYYY OUAGHAHA I LOVE IT! Do you think Aliza inhales the dust in the air while walking?

Goner Kid!'s dialogue is literally a reversal of what one of Gaster's followers says about living in a world where everything is exactly the same but you don't exist in it. In this case, SAS AGAIN redirects and gives new meaning to phrases and details from the game for Horrortale.

The underground would probably have been saved if Sans didn't exist, that is, if Sans had decided to die for all of them! AAAAAAAAAAAAHHH I'M REALLY SMILING LIKE A LUNATIC. I love, LOVE the importance SAS gives to the source material considering Horrortale is a timeline and not an AU! It adds another layer of depth and reinforces the plot a lot; you who played the game and knew the story and grew fond of these characters are now witnessing the suffering that YOU as a player caused in one of your games!

Onion san submerged in that pit of black water was scary, I really expected him to come out of there to kill me when I first saw him (and I wanted that to happen, for him to jump out and kill us why not? >:3). His exchange with Aliza is sweet and adorable considering how scary he managed to look at the beginning haha. Horrortale is still a sad story even though it has scary elements.

The painting on the wall of waterfall reminded me of that thing Alphys created to rip out Horror's magic eye, although the description says it seems to be from a creature. It's probably ambiguous on purpose.

Aliza's deaths are brutal. I died with River Person for the first time and I felt bad for Aliza, poor thing was stripped down to the bone! A gruesome death. The rabid Temmies! I loved that they were included, their dialogue is simple but works well and feels in character. She was decapitated, MY POOR GIRL! Devored, impaled, drowned, this girl wont stop going through the most horrorific DEATHS!

And that's another thing with Horrortale, they all feel in character just like their original versions! Sans is still a joker, only his psychosis has made him more violent, more sadistic and prone to darker humor (I'd eat Horrortale's little black humor animated shorts with fries). He also keeps the tendency to beat up children, his character is consistent and that's why he's my favorite.

There's such a thick and obvious parallel with Aliza and Horror when he says "how much do you think your life is worth?" I mean, if he's on her case maybe it's because he wasn't in her shoes for long (although Aliza doesn't wear shoes!)

And I'm not saying Killer or Dust aren't, they're also wonderful in their own way but they're maybe very different approaches, but they work (and I love them too, believe me).

My only complaint with this little game is that it's very short once you figure out all the puzzles! But I can't complain when we get more of the comic in JANUARY (my birthday month!!). I look forward to more story and seeing more characters soon. This was a little treat i will treasure with all my heart.

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Dickens

Day 8

Summary: You and Draco take your son to the local Dickens Christmas Festival.

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x You, Draco Malfoy x Female Reader (American)

Fandom: Harry Potter AU (no magic)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: language, talk of sex/breeding

Word Count: 799

A/N: This is my first time writing for Draco. I have some ideas for him. Let me know if you want more Draco!

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“It’s so beautiful, Mummy,” Scorpius said in awe. You had just arrived at the town’s Christmas festival. It was Dickens themed, and you felt like you had stepped back in time. Everywhere you looked people were dressed like they had stepped out of Victorian London.

“It’s more English here than in England,” Draco chuckled wryly. This was the first time you had brought your husband and son back to your hometown in America. You met Draco while traveling abroad, fell in love, and stayed in England to be with him. You missed your extended family and wanted to show Draco and Scorpius where you had grown up, so Draco suggested spending Christmas there.

“I’ve always loved this festival,” you told him. “It’s so magical. And you know how much I love all things English.”

“Especially the men,” Draco replied, puffing out his chest slightly. You laughed merrily.

“Yes,” you agreed. “I am lucky enough to live with the two most handsome men in all of England!” Draco smiled and kissed you softly on the lips. He was a cold, calculating man to the rest of the world, but for you and Scorpius he was doting and loving.

“Mummy, can I please have some of that!” Scorpius pleaded, pointing to the booth with hot chocolate.

“Yes, my darling boy,” you said immediately. “That is the perfect way to warm up.” The three of you got in line and you looked around to see what else was near by. “I believe Santa is here somewhere. We’ll have to see if we can find him.”

“Yes!” Scorpius agreed enthusiastically. A few minutes later the three of you had piping hot chocolate. You walked along the booths looking at all the crafts and gifts for sale. When you spent just a little longer than normal looking at a gorgeous pair of earrings Draco insisted on buying them. The man had more money than God and spoiled you rotten.

You turned down the next street and saw a massive kid area set up. There were games and stalls selling junk food, face painting, and a massive inflatable slide.

“Mummy! Daddy!” Scorpius squealed and jumped up and down as he pointed towards the slide.

“Go on, baby,” you encouraged him. “Just remember to take your shoes off!”

“Why on Earth would he take his shoes off?” Draco asked.

“It’s just the policy with inflatables,” you explained. “Bouncy houses and slides. Shoes can damage them.”

“Scorpius, come back here!” Draco called out, but the little boy was already shoeless and climbing the stairs. “That thing is filthy. God knows what diseases he’ll pick up on it.” His face was creased in disgust.

“It’s fine, Draco,” you said with a wave of your hand. “Don’t be such a snob. I used to go on these things all the time, and I turned out fine.”

“Debatable,” Draco teased with a straight face. You playfully smacked his chest. Scorpius had made it to the top and screamed with joy the whole way down. He jumped off and ran over to you, his face beaming with happiness.

“Can I go again?” He asked breathlessly. Draco looked into the blissful eyes of his son, and his face softened.

“Of course,” Draco answered. “You can go on as many times as you want until we tell you it’s time to stop.”

“Really?” Scorpius bounced up and down with excitement.

“Yes,” Draco nodded. “Now get back up there.” Scorpius ran off to slide to his heart’s content. You were so proud of your husband. His upbringing had been privileged, but strict. He had very little fun as a child. It was wonderful to see him break from tradition and allow Scorpius to be a child.

“Have I told you today how much I love you?” You said and placed a kiss on the corner of his mouth.

“I believe you did this morning after I woke you up with my head between your—” you clapped your hand over his mouth and cut him off.

“Not around the kids,” you whispered. Draco chuckled against your hand and you removed it.

“Right,” he said. “I’ll just wait until we are back at your parent’s house. I’m sure Grandma would love to bake some cookies with Scorpius so I can spend an hour ravaging my wife.”

“You better not word it that way to my mother!” You gasped. He shrugged.

“Your mother adores me, and she wants more grandchildren,” Draco said simply. “She wouldn’t object to me breeding the fuck out of you all week long.” You felt your face warm and panties dampen at his filthy words.

“Mr. Malfoy, behave,” you said quietly. He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulled you in close to his side and nipped your ear.

“Never,” he whispered gruffly.

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Chapter 23 - February 9th, 2021

Word Count: 2,131

Summary: Tom turns 40 and Isabelle shows how thoughtful she is.

Trigger Warning(s): none

When Tom opened his eyes, he saw that Isabelle’s side of the bed was empty. However, he did smell the aroma of sausage, eggs, and toast. He quickly put the pieces together, hopped out of bed, threw on pajamas, and headed downstairs. In the kitchen, he saw his future wife at the stove cooking his favorite: a Full English Breakfast. That wasn’t the only thing he noticed. Many streamers hung from the ceiling, a frosted cake within a cake display case sat on the table, and a homemade banner painted with the words ‘Happy 40th Birthday, Tom!’ was draped across the floor–to–ceiling windows. Bobby noticed him and approached, barking and jumping up on him. The bark drew her attention away from the food and toward the sound. She smiled when she saw the birthday boy, turned off the stove so that nothing burned, and approached her fiancé.

“Happy Birthday, fiancé!” Isabelle said before she grabbed his head and brought him down for a kiss. “We’re going to watch a movie tonight. Any movie you’d like, and I’ll raise no objections. However, I have no plans before then. I’m wondering: what would you like to do before then?”

“Well,” he replied, “we have time today. Let’s start planning the wedding.”

“Really?” She didn’t believe he’d want to plan the wedding on his birthday. Although she intended to involve him in some parts of the planning, she didn’t think he’d want to plan on his birthday of all days. She saw her beloved nodding. “Are you sure? It doesn’t seem like the kind of thing that you’d want to do on your birthday. Surely, a day playing tennis with Benedict is more enjoyable to you?”

“While that idea would be irresistible to the younger me, I am a changed man. I would rather spend the day planning my future with my future wife. Although, tennis with my friends does sound fun for my bachelor party.”

“My love, I am a smart and well–read woman, despite my country of origin. You know that better than anyone else. You could’ve said ‘stag do,’ and I would’ve known what you meant.”

“Right.” After filling plates with food, they sat at the counter and began discussing the wedding.

“Speaking of parties, let’s pick our bridesmaids and groomsmen. Maddie will obviously be my maid of honor. Who would you like to be your best man? Also, how many men would you like to stand up with you? I’m trying to determine how many women I should ask.”

“I can’t decide between Luke and Benedict.”

“I would’ve thought you’d have known Luke longer, considering he’s been your manager since forever. I’m not sure if having him be your best man is a good idea because you pay him, and he’ll need to spend money on you for your wedding.”

“Good point! Benedict, it is!”

“I do think you should include Luke as one of your groomsmen to show your appreciation for all he’s done.”

“Right. I’d also like to include Chris.”

“Your brotha from anotha motha!” The couple laughed. “Right! So, that’s three groomsmen total, including the best man. That leaves two more bridesmaids for me to choose.” After thinking for a moment, she continued. “Since you’ve chosen your hypothetical sibling as one of your groomsmen, I’ll follow your lead and pick Florence: my sista from anotha mista. I’d also like Joanne to stand up with me. When I returned to my apartment in New York after you asked me to be your girlfriend, I faced their doorbell camera and told them I had a boyfriend. I remember squealing.”

“We’ve got our bridesmaids and groomsmen. What about flower girl and ring bearer?”

“I don’t know any little girls. The only child I know is the Driver’s son. Is it alright if he’s the ring bearer and India Hemsworth can be the flower girl?”

“Sounds like a plan!”

“Thank you! I promise I won’t ask for anything else on your side.”

“Not even the guest list? Typically, the groom’s guests are only those the bride likes.”

“I know. But that’s not how things should be. You should be able to invite anyone you want to your wedding because this isn’t just my wedding. I may be footing the bill, but it’s to marry you. I want you to know I won’t force my will upon you. I do think we should keep in mind that COVID restrictions may prevent us from inviting everyone we’ve ever worked with.” Tom cupped her cheek and gently stroked it.

“I keep forgetting you were a child actor and are more mature for your age.”

“We’re getting sidetracked.”

“Sorry.”

“No apology necessary. Let’s just continue. We have our bridesmaids, groomsmen, flower girl, and ring bearer. Do you think Sarah and Emma will be disappointed that my sister is involved in the wedding while they’re not?”

“Maybe a little, but it’s our wedding. They have no say in what we do.”

“I still feel awful about not including them. They’re your sisters. You grew up with them. They should have a part in their only brother’s wedding.”

“What if they read Bible verses? Most ceremonies contain two verses about love read to the attendees.”

“You’re right! Good thinking! I like that idea!”

“We’ve got who will be involved. What about who will be invited?”

“Again, we should remember that COVID restrictions may prevent us from inviting everyone. I’ve got a pretty big family. Jewish families are typically large and close–knit. When it comes to weddings, everyone in the family will expect to be invited.”

“Surely, they’ll understand if they don’t receive an invitation during these troubling times.”

“You know what? You’re right. They should understand. Speaking of COVID, everyone should be required to wear a mask.”

“Right.”

“I think, when it comes to our families, we should invite up to the descendants of our grandparents. So, aunts, uncles, and cousins are fair game.”

“Sounds good.”

“Friends?”

“I think, when it comes to our co–stars, we should only invite those we shared at least a few lines of dialogue.”

“I agree.” Isabelle paused to think about the situation. She wanted to invite Daisy and Kelly Marie Tran, but her character in Star Wars never interacted with their characters. “Actually, you know what? Why don’t we just compile a list of the friends and co–stars we want to invite? If our combined lists are fewer than fifty, then we’re good. If not, we’ll need to look at our lists and determine who to cut.”

“Are there a few people whose characters don’t talk to yours whom you’d like to invite?”

“Yes.”

“Why fifty?”

“I’d like to allow our guests to bring a plus–one.”

“That’s awfully kind. We don’t have to give them plus–ones. After all, every one of our friends and co–stars should know one another. So, it shouldn't be an issue if you’re concerned about someone having no one to talk to.”

“I’m always amazed at how easily you can put my mind to rest.”

“It’s my job.”

“Not on your birthday.” She paused when she came to a startling realization. “Since we’re actors and very busy, don’t you think it would be easier if we hire a wedding planner?”

“Certainly. Although, there are a few things the planner will ask us to do. Two of which are when and where the ceremony and reception should be. We’ll need to discuss what the planner will ask us to do beforehand.”

“Yup. So, where would you like the ceremony and reception to be?”

“I’m curious to know if you have any ideas.”

“What about Hampton Court for both? We can have the ceremony in the chapel and the reception in the banquet hall. It’s beautiful and iconic. What do you think?”

“Lovely! We have the ‘where.’ What about the when?”

“I’d like for it to be in February since it’s a significant month in our relationship. Do you have a preference?”

“February’s fine. I want to be married before I’m 41.”

“Want to stick to tradition and get married on a Saturday?”

“Yes.”

“Alright.” Isabelle looked at the calendar on her phone to see if there would be one or two Saturdays before Tom’s next birthday. “Okay. We have only one option, then: February 5th, 2022.”

“Perfect.”

“Isn’t it a tradition in Britain for the wedding ceremony to be in the morning?”

“It is, why?”

“I’m just confirming I have my facts right.”

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When evening fell, Tom and Isabelle managed to plan most of the wedding. They even choreographed their first dance and planned a few fun games their guests would play at the reception, a tradition in Eastern European weddings. They sat on the couch, plates of pizza she’d had delivered on their laps, and Bobby napped on the ottoman. He grabbed the remote and started the movie. She discovered he’d chosen his favorite film, which she’d never seen before: Heat. They cleaned up from dinner when they finished, pausing the movie before leaving the couch. After placing the leftover pizza plate in the refrigerator, she turned to him.

“Are you ready for dessert?” She asked him.

“Always,” Tom replied. Isabelle reached into the fridge, brought out a cake with elaborate decorations, and placed it on the counter as the door closed. Then, she opened the freezer door, reached inside, removed a tub of what appeared to be gelato, and placed it beside the cake on the counter, closing the door with her foot. “What’s this?” He pointed to the tub as she walked toward the drawer with some kitchen utensils.

“I thought you’d like it if I made some stracciatella gelato instead of ice cream for your birthday. It’s your favorite, and I felt confident I could make it.” She grabbed an ice cream scooper, two plates for the treats, and a couple of spoons. “I only hope it tastes as it should or better than where you prefer to get it.” He grabbed one of the spoons, opened the tub, gathered some gelato on the spoon, and ate it. Her stomach tingled with anxiety, nervous that he wouldn’t want her to cook anything for him. After it settled on his tongue, she saw his facial muscles relax, and then his eyebrows shoot up.

“I believe I shall never return to my favorite gelato place again. This is the best I’ve ever had.”

“No way! Really? You’re not just saying that to spare my feelings?”

“Truly.” He grabbed her waist, pulled her close to him, and then connected their lips in a passionate kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck to deepen the kiss, then pulled away so they could continue the festivities. Reaching towards a bag on the counter, Isabelle retrieved two number candles, a four and a zero, and placed them on the cake. Then, she lit the candles with a match, blew out the flame, ran the extinguished match under tap water to ensure it was completely out, a habit a Catholic friend served as an alter assistant in his youth told her about, and threw the match away in the bin before returning to Tom’s side. She knew it would be better if she wasn’t the only person singing the birthday song to him, so she refrained from adhering to the tradition and told him to make a wish and then blow out the birthday candles. After wishing internally, believing that if he voiced his birthday wish, it wouldn’t come true, he breathily extinguished the candles. Then, she kissed him on the cheek, removed the candles, cut a couple of slices from the cake, and placed them on the plates before scooping some of the gelato and placing one scoop on each plate.

When she finished, Tom and Isabelle returned to the couch, desserts in hand, then resumed the film. After the movie ended, he quickly turned off the television and looked at her to see her reaction to the film.

“What do you think?” He asked her, secretly hoping she loved it as much as he did.

“I liked the robbery scene,” she replied. “It felt very real. Almost as if we witnessed a live news report instead of a film.” She stood up, grabbed their plates and silverware, and headed toward the kitchen to clean up. “Even though it was one scene, I think it made the whole film iconic. It may not be why you like the movie so much, but it’s now why I like it.”

“I’m glad you liked it.” He assisted her in cleaning up. Once they were finished, she whistled for Bobby, who rose and walked alongside them to the bedroom. After the couple completed their bedtime routine, they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

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Thirty seven little films 2025: ITALY

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Volevo Essere Un Duro - Lucio Corsi

Selection method: National final Has it been heard live? Yes.

The Italian film begins with at the dining table where a family are sat for dinner. The father decides to start reading his son's report card, and the father sends this meek child to his bedroom for the bad marks. (Side note - highly possible the mother had an affair looking at the children and the father). The child puts on some Lucio music loudly and pouts like any child would. But that doesn't last long, he jumps up and down, makes a ruckus, uses the bed like a trampoline. The parent's meal shake around as if the boy is causing an earthquake. Seriously.

The father goes up to see what the hell is going on and the child has locked the door. At this point I want you all to notice this bedroom door; I would smacked him sideways for graffitiing the door and got him to scrub it clean before showing his face again. The father calls the mother like she will have better luck opening the door. Clearly her digits are not magic and the door remains closed.

At this point, the child is praying, my guess is that his parents do not come in and Lucio comes out of the wall through his poster. That is not how religion works, and definitely not that swiftly. To combat this, the parents summon a priest. Are they expecting him to exorcize the child out of the room? Why is he flicking holy water at the door? Meanwhile, Lucio is giving a private concert for one. The parents and the priest become more ridiculous and finally the mother brings a statue of Snow White which they use to force the door open. They find the child is sleeping, and Lucio is hiding under the bed like the boogie man.

This is the first time I watched this film all the way through. There are a few reasons I have avoided it. Firstly, each time they show a preview clip of the film, they always show the bloody priest doing something dumb at the door of the bedroom. Second, I'm not fond of the face paint on Lucio. I don't understand why it is there and what purpose it has to this song. Third, the way the parents and the sister act toward the young boy in the film is awful. These people have no compassion and I kind of hate them all.

While, I haven't watched the film, I've listened to the song several times through and I like Lucio's voice. The song is very straight forward and pleasant to listen to. I like the modern sound of the song and how nicely written the lyrics are. So I am a bit on the fence; the film I don't particularly like for a song that is fairly okay. It isn't going to set the contest alight, but it isn't going to offend anyone either.

Good luck.

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Playboyy Finale Reaction

I am just sitting in my bed staring off at my wall in utter silence.

Under the cut are my live thoughts during this finale and you can see me descend into insanity.

Oh poor Phop is in hella debt? Baby.

FIRST, SOONG DOESN'T WANT TO BE YOUR SUGAR BABY. But also Soong. Baby. Just let yourself be a sugar baby. He's younger than you anyway. "I don't want to sit around and do nothing and still live an expensive life." Okay Soong that's admirable but like. Couldn't be me.

Okay, if Nont and Prom think someone's gonna bust in the door, maybe don't stand in the doorway? Also. Yes Nont, finally get your dad involved. There's no need for your friends to be doing all this. Your dad is rich and connected.

"No one has issues with me like you do." Captain, my favorite boy, Puen isn't the one that's been an asshole here. I'm sorry though, are we gonna get Captain having some character growth in the last two episodes after being the absolute worst? Oh baby.

TUTOR. SOONG. NO. First. Oh. He's really gonna fuck up his relationship over this huh. Goddammit First. Baby you can't just make appointments to beat up men sexually when you feel bad. That's not what we do love.

NUTH. My boy. NO.

Aww Nont is like this was not the fucking plan. Has a single plan of Nont's gone well? Because I don't think anything's gone like he wanted this entire show.

Oh shit wait. Damn. Is Nuth gonna go down for Nant's murder now??? Holy shit. Can someone please go find Phop cause he is just sobbing alone in their shitty apartment.

Hey Keen! My love! Just sitting on the couch like you belong. Glad you're here to campaign for Nuth. That's my boy. My two boys.

I kinda feel like Nont should have brought Prom as backup for this scene. Cause everyone else has their man (except Porsche because Jump said he didn’t want to hang out with these losers I guess?) and he's just standing there like 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️.

Well. My dear sweet mentally unwell child is in prison. So. I mean. I guess that's that. FOR FIVE YEARS??? HE'S GONNA DO FIVE YEARS??? OH MY FUCKING GOD.

Jump and Porsche are cute. But Nuth is gonna be in prison for five years and Phop is a baby in hella debt and I'm just like.

I mean, lick that dick Porsche, but what does that mean to me right now. When Nuth is IN PRISON for FIVE YEARS.

....is Phop OD'ing??? What in the fuck is going on??? Like is he really fucking dying right now??? Alone??? In his fucking bathroom while his man is in prison???

Welp. I think the baby just fucking OD'd alone in his bathroom while his man is in prison so like. When I tell you. There's 13 minutes left in this show and I'm done. I AM DONE.

At this point I am so angry that I'm not even reacting. Like. This show really just wanted to hurt my fucking feelings and did. Unless they do some surprise twist? I'm sick. This is SICK.

What the fuck is that painting??? Am I supposed to recognize who that is??? Cause Zouey's art is shit and I don't. What the fuck is going on here. I've long since realized I'm too dumb for the plot so like I just need someone to tell me if Phop is alive cause I don't think he is. And I need to know. I NEED TO KNOW.

I'M STILL ABSOLUTELY FURIOUS ABOUT PHOP BUT THEY JUST BUSTED OUT SOME BONKERS ASS SHIT WITH FIVE MINUTES LEFT WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON.

Umm okay so it just ended??? I'm guessing they cliffhangered it for a second season? But these shows RARELY ever get a second season??? Oh this was an entire waste of my fucking time. I'm not even mad. I'm actually laughing. lol

WAIT IS THIS WHOLE THING NUTH'S SCREENPLAY??? DID PHOP KILL NANT??? What the shit is happening here??? Again, I'm not even mad now. I'm in awe of this. lol

Well, that certainly happened. Alright then. I don't even know what to say at this point.

#Playboyy #Playboyy the series #spoilers #*Owen Wilson voice* wow #I feel like Ashton's about to pop out of my pantry cause I am surely being punk'd #and please note this isn't hate #this is just sheer bafflement lol #regular clyde

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moonv4il · 1 year ago

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C.I in making

summary: you were on the streets before Lucy and Tim found you.

DO NOT REPOST OR TRANSLATE MY WORK

The time line and story is a little different from show so don't mind that.

My imagination's gone a little wild for this one so don't mind me LOL

this fic is happening through S04 ep1

word count: 12k

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"police! stop what you're doing and put your hands in the air!"

"aw shit" you cursed under your breath. you placed your spray can into your backpack and zipped it up before placing your bag over your shoulder. you had been in this situation before, and you knew what you were going to do. you took your skateboard and skated the opposite direction of the police officers.

"control, 7 adam 19, we got a runner. purple hoodie blue jeans with a black backpack on a black skateboard, requesting back-up to our location" you heard one of the officers called out as the 2 officers started chasing you and you smirked, they were not going to catch you.

you skated faster and rounded the corner and was stopped by a different police car. how did they get here so fast? you used your feet to kick up your skateboard and caught it with your right arm before running towards the alleyway and you used your left arm to help you over the fence, you slipped a little but you continued running. Before you could use your skateboard to skate away, you felt someone push you to the ground and placed handcuffs around your wrists and made you stand up. you groaned in anger at yourself for slipping after jumping over the fence.

"you're under arrest for property damage. wanna tell me-" the woman officer pulled down your hoodie and her eyes widened as the other officer lowered the gun he was pointing and you saw that her name tag said "Chen".

"control, suspect in custody." he placed his walkie talkie on his belt and came over to Chen and you saw his name said "Bradford"

"you're a child." Chen stated and you rolled your eyes.

"way to state the obvious." you said out loud. Chen didn't say anything and took you and your skateboard and brought you to their car and put you in the back seat before both of them got into the car and drove off.

"do we really have to bring her to the station? I mean she's just a kid." Chen told Bradford.

"It won't be very serious. she didn't do any harm, but she still has to be checked. I'm sure she won't be there for long." Bradford reassured her.

"do you want to tell us why you were spray painting on the walls?" Chen asked you.

"what can I say? I love showing off my skills." you told her.

"does your parents know you are spray painting the walls?" Bradford asked and you looked out the window and didn't say anything. He looked at you through the rear view mirror before focusing on the road. Chen looked at you and saw the sadness in your eyes and thought something had happened to your parents and felt bad for you. the rest of the way was silent and you were grateful that the officers didn't press on about your parents.

once you reached the police station, the female officer brought you in and made you sit on the bench and uncuffed you before sitting opposite from you while the male officer stood next to her.

"let us do this properly this time, I'm Lucy and this is Tim. what's your name?" Lucy asked nicely.

"Tasha" you answer.

"Why were you spray paiting the walls. do you know it's illegal to spray paint the walls?" Lucy asked in a soft tone and you sighed.

"I don't have anywhere to paint so I just like painting wherever I can, which is the walls of L.A" you told them and Lucy nodded.

"you don't have any bad intentions so i'm sure you can get off with a warning. we'll be right back." Lucy and Tim were about to leave but you stopped them.

"Am I gonna get those back?" you asked, referring to your skateboard and backpack that were in Tim's hands.

"you'll get it back once we're done with it." Tim told you and they both left and you sat there, contemplating whether to run or to sit, but you might just get caught again and be put in jail so you decided it wasn't worth the risk and after 10 minutes, Lucy and Tim came back.

"we did a check and nothing seems to be wrong so you're off the hook. do you have anyone to call to pick you up?" Lucy asked as she and Tim led you to the front of the station.

"that's alright. I know my way home." you lied.

"well I can't let you go on your own so how about we drive you home." Lucy suggested.

"no that's ok! trust me, i've gone home alone multiple times, my parents are fine with it." you insisted, you weren't going to tell them you were living on the streets.

"alright fine but i'm giving you my number, promise me you'll call me to let me know you're home safe" Lucy told you and handed you a piece of paper.

"alright fine I promise." you lied and took the paper before taking your bag and skateboard from Tim and thanked them before going out of the station.

you place skateboard on the ground before putting your hoodie up and you place your hands into your pockets and skated off. Once you reached the alleyway you spend most of your night in, you got off your skateboard and picked up your skateboard. you were about to walk deeper into the alleyway when you heard police sirens behind you. you groaned and turned around to see Lucy and Tim coming out of their car.

"you live here? you were never going to call me were you?" Lucy asked.

"I was!" you told her and she raised an eyebrow and you sighed.

"I would if I had a phone ok?" You told her and her eyes softened.

"you don't have a phone but you have a laptop?" Tim asked.

"my laptop was a gift." you explained.

"how old are you?" Lucy asked.

"16" you simply answered.

"where are your parents?" Tim asked.

"dead." you said.

"how long have you been living on the streets?" Lucy asked.

"about a year." you told them.

"I'm sorry, must be hard living like this." Lucy told you.

"why do you care?" you asked in an irritated tone and Lucy sighed.

"how about this, you come with me to my place and take a nice shower and i'll give you a place to stay for today and tomorrow we can think of something for you ok?" Lucy said and Tim cleared his throat.

"oh right, I'm still on shift, what about after my shift, I'll come find you here." Lucy said and you were skeptical but you agreed. Lucy smiled at you and her and Tim went back into their car and drove off. you weren't really sure if she was really going to come back but you had hope so you went to the mat you sleep on every night and took a nap because you felt tired.

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"hey, tasha, wake up" you felt someone shaking you and you groaned and sat up.

"I didn't think you would show up." you told Lucy and she smiled.

"my shift just ended. come on." Lucy gestured and she helped you get up and led you to her car.

"can I ask you something?" you asked her.

"shoot"

"why are you helping me? I'm just some random girl on the street. There are other's like me." you stated.

"It's just who I am, I helped another girl who is a year older than you, she was living on the streets too before I took her in. you can meet her later." Lucy smiled and you smiled back before leaning back on the passenger seat. you couldn't believe how nice Lucy was being so nice to you. This was the first time anyone was nice to you and you thought it wasn't normal.

Once Lucy parked the car, you got out and carried your backpack on one shoulder and held your skateboard in the other as she led you to her apartment.

"hey Lucy, you're back, can we do the interview-" The girl sitting on the sofa turned around which caused you to drop your skateboard on the ground in shock.

"Tamara?" you asked out loud.

"Tasha." she said at the same time.

"you 2 know each other?" Lucy asked.

"she's my sister." you said and Tamara looked at you with an apologetic look.

"this is the sister you were talking about?" Lucy asked Tamara.

"you left me. you left me with our cousins when you promised you wouldn't. you said you would come back but you didn't." you said with angry tears in your eyes as you looked around Lucy's apartment.

"and you hit the jackpot I see." you scoffed.

"Tasha, I-" Tamara started but you raised your hand and stopped her.

"save it, I can't do this. I'm out of here." you picked up your skateboard and left the apartment.

"We have to go after her." Lucy told Tamara and she nodded

"I'll talk to her." Tamara told her and left the apartment, she knew where you would be, it was your go to place whenever you were sad or angry. she climbed up the mountain that you and her used to climb when you were younger and saw you sitting at the edge of the cliff, watching the beautiful view in front of you. Tamara came up to you and sat beside you.

"I needed you, and you left." you said with tears.

"Tasha, I'm really sorry for leaving you. but I had the chance to leave that awful place. I know I should have take you with me but I thought it would be better for you to stay with our cousins because I didn't have money and couldn't take care of you myself." Tamra explained.

"It didn't matter, I would have come with you either ways and we cou have worked it out together." You told her.

"I see that now and I'm sorry. I can't rewrite the past but I promise to do whatever it takes to make it up to you." Tamara vowed.

"don't make promises you can't keep." you told her.

"Tasha look at me." she told you and you looked at her.

"I know I broke my promise before, but I love you, so much, you are the only family I have left and I will do whatever it takes to gain back your trust and I will make it up to you." She told you with determination in her eyes and you just burst into tears and hugged her and she hugged back tight with tears in her eyes. you missed your older sister so much and you still loved her, after all, she was your older sister. The 2 of you hugged each other for a few minutes before pulling away and staring at the view.

"I missed you." you told your sister.

"I missed you too." Tamara told you.

"you know my life wasn't all that good." Tamara told you and you looked at her, intriged with what she said.

"remember scott?" Tamara asked and you nodded. Scott was one of your cousins that you hadn't spoke to in a long time.

"well I lived with him and his girlfriend for awhile after I ran away from the place we lived. it wasn't the best experience but beggers can't be choosers right? And I after I found an apartment which I would move to, he was happy that I wasn't free loading off of him. But there were some complications and when I told scott I needed to stay with him longer, he went off on me and he wouldn't even let me get my stuff from his place. If Lucy never helped me i don't know what I would have done." Tamara explained to you.

"that sounds awful. I'm glad Lucy was there to help you." you smiled at Tamara and she smiled back. you two sat there in comfortable silence for awhile, soaking in the view.

"come on, let's go back, Lucy is worried about you." Tamara said and the both of you got up and went back to the apartment.

"from the looks of it, you guys are in good terms again. i'm glad." Lucy said with a smile as you and Tamara came into the apartment.

"do you guys want take out? we can get some for dinner." Lucy suggested and your eyes lit up.It's the first time in a long time you have had take out and you were excited.

"yes please! i'm starving." you groaned and Lucy laughed.

"alright pizza?" Lucy asked.

"yes!" Tamara and you both exclaimed and Lucy chuckled and she ordered the pizza.

"while the food is arriving, i got to work on something." Lucy announced.

"you guys didn't manage to find Angela?" Tamara asked and Lucy shook her head.

"find who?" you asked.

"a detective who was kidnapped by a mafia boss named La Fiera, we've been trying to find where she's holding Angela captive." Lucy explained.

"well I can help you if you'd like." you offered and Lucy raised an eyebrow.

"you know how to find out where La fiera is holding angela?" Lucy asked.

"yea sure" you shrugged.

"yea she can do it within a few minutes." Tamara backed you up. you placed your skateboard on the ground and took of your shoes and went over to the sofa as you removed your backpack and took out your laptop and removed the decoy screen and it showed your real screen, filled with encrypted files of different types of information for different occasions. Lucy and Tamara were watching from your side. (the decoy screen is used so that if your laptop is stolen or smt the people using the laptop will see that screen instead of the real screen which has all your stuff. honestly im just using my imagination so bare with me LOL)

"did you just put down a decoy screen?" Lucy questioned and you just shrugged. you continued to type on your laptop and after a few minutes, you did it.

"here, La fiera is holding Angela at a compound outside Guatemala City." you showed her and Lucy the address and the live camera footage in Angela's room showing she's fine and that someone was in her room, guarding her.

"how did you do that?" Lucy asked jn disbelief

"well ever since I was a child my dad taught me a lot about hacking and coding and i have been hacking ever since." you explained and Lucy looked at you with disbelief.

"you know hacking is illegal right?" Lucy told you.

"well is it illegal if you are hacking for the right reasons?" you asked and Lucy scoffed.

"i got to let the other know." Lucy told you guys and stood up and started dialing her phone.

"good job sis, you just helped them get a back a dear friend." Tamara congratulated you and you smiled, proud if yourself. At that moment, the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it." you got up and went to the door and the delivery guy was at the door with the pizza. you thanked him and took the pizza and brought it in and placed it in the counter. Lucy put down the phone and looked at you and Tamara.

"they want me and Tasha to meet at Wesley's house. Tasha bring your laptop, Tamara you will okay right?" Tamara nodded and you took your laptop and placed it in your bag and followed Lucy to her car, you didn't know who wesley was but you just followed. Once you guys got to what you assumed was wesley's home, Lucy led you inside and you saw other people in the living room looking at you.

"this is the girl that found out where Angela was held?" a guy asked.

"yup this is Tasha, Tasha, these are the others, you've met Tim, and these are Nyla, Sargent Grey, Nolan and wesley." Lucy introduced everyone and you said hi.

"so could you tell us where La Fiera is holding Angela?" Sargent Grey asked.

"I can show you" you smiled and took out your laptop from your bag and a stuffed teddy bear fell out and you looked at everyone sheepishly before putting it back into your backpack and continued with what you were doing by connecting your laptop to the television and you showed everyone what you showed Lucy and Tamara.

"how did you manage to get a location when none of the officers were able to come close to it." Sargent grey asked.

"i'm just really good at hacking sir" you told him and he raised an eyebrow and everyone looked at you with a fixed expression and you gave a sheepish smile.

"she knows its illegal but now is not the time to talk about this." Lucy butt in and Sargent grey agreed.

"now that we know where Angela is being held, I am going to get her back, but i could use help." Wesley announced.

"i'm in" Tim said with no hesitation.

"me too" Nolan announced.

"we all are" Lucy said.

"I mean I can help too" you told them.

"hold on, the only people qualified to even think of doing this craziness is bradford and Harper. And there's no way im letting a 16 year old join this mission." Sargent grey told everyone and you grunted.

"are you saying we don't even try to save her?" Tim asked.

"of course not, but we can't just go running into hostile territory without a good damn plan. La Fiera is gonna have sicarios and half the police force protecting her, she'll know the second we step of the plane." Sargent Grey told him.

"so then we don't fly commercial." Nyla said.

"last time I checked, LAPD doesn't have an air force, and the DEA isn't gonna lend us theirs." Sargent grey informed everyone.

"well I might be able to help with that." you announced, making everyone turn to you.

"i know a guy named max, he works in the shadows at the defence department." you started.

"oh yes max! how do you know max?" Nolan asked.

"I have a lot of connections." you told him.

"ok who the hell are you?" Nyla asked and you just shrugged.

"who the hell is Max?" Sargent Grey asked and everyone looked at him.

"I'm listening." he said.

"Um, you remember that counterfeiting case a while back, that started with the murder of a transient?" Nolan asked.

"you mean the case where the killer came wandering up to you at the docks in long beach? Yeah I remember it" Sargent grey said.

"Yeah well you weren't fully "in the loop" for some aspects of that arrest" Nyla told him and he looked at her with a confused expression.

"like Tasha said, Max works in the shadows at the shadows at the Defense Department. His unit runs covert operations around the globe, they printed that counterfeit money to to fund them." Tim explained.

"and we let him walk with it in exchange for our killer." Nyla continued.

"he would have the resources to fly us under the radar, maybe even provide tactical support on the ground" Nolan said.

"and why would he do that?" Sargent Grey asked.

"oh I know he would" you told everyone and everyone stared at you.

"what? i told you I have connections." you said with a shrug.

"he owes me one, he will do it if I tell him to." you told everyone.

"and he doesn't want his sins put on blast." Lucy added.

"do you have a way to contact this guy?" Wesley asked.

"of course. I will help you guys, but i have a condition, I want in on this mission." you told everyone.

"like I said, there is no way I am letting a 16 year old in this mission, we don't know what might happen." Sargent Grey told you.

"with all due respect sargent, I'm more capable than you know." you told him and he raised an eyebrow and you sighed.

"come on, all of you, come at me." you told them and stood in a fighting position with 2 fists in front of you. everyone looked at you with a questionable look.

"you want us to fight you?" Tim asked.

"yes" you told them and they all stared at you.

"alright if you guys won't do it, I will" Nyla announced and ran and attacked you but you stopped her and twisted her wrist and kicked her legs, making her fall to the ground. Tim decided to come at you but you took his arm and did a back roll over and kicked him onto the ground. Everyone stared at what the hell you did while Tim and Nyla groaned and laid on the ground for a bit.

"she's got skills" Nyla groaned as you stood back up.

"ok what the hell is going on? who are you? we are not going anywhere until you tell us everything." Sargent Grey told you and you sighed.

"When I was younger, my dad would teach me self defence, he thought it would be good to be able to defend myself you know?" you explained to everyone as Tim and Nyla got up and you stared into spaced for a moment as memories of your training days flooded your mind. you shook your head to shake off the memories and looked back up.

"does Tamara know about this?" Lucy asked.

"she does now" you told her.

"alright fine, you can join this mission, but you are not doing anything dangerous, you will come with me and Chen to the station and work on a murder case we've been trying to solve. Nolan, you fold in with Bradford and Harper, start a mission plan." Sargent Grey told everyone and everyone nodded.

"Tasha can you contact Max?" Sargent Grey asked and you nodded. You went over to your laptop and typed a few things before looking up.

"He is asking where he should meet." you announced.

"text him the address to my house, we'll take it from there." Nolan said and you nodded your head and continued typing on your laptop.

"Nolan, come here" Sargent Grey instructed and Nolan looked confused but did what he was told and went over to Sargent Grey.

"Given everything that happened, it's easy to lose sight of what today signifies for you, the end of your time as a rookie. you accepted your punishment with grace and humility and i'm proud to say you are officially P2, congratulations." Sargent Grey said and shook Nolan's hand and everyone clapped for him and you decided to go along and clap too as Sargent Grey picked up his phone that was ringing.

Nolan went around hugging and shaking his friends' hands, and you sat there, happy for him for whatever he accomplished and that was when Sargent Grey got off the phone.

"The DNA came back, we have an ID on Jackson's killer." Sargent Grey announced and everyone's face fell.

"who's Jackson?" you asked.

"I'll tell you later." Lucy told you and you nodded.

"ok everyone needs to get some rest, we have a big day tomorrow." Sargent Grey announced and everyone nodded their head and dispersed. You packed your things and followed Lucy to her car and she drove off.

"you know, you don't have to tell me anything, I saw how your eyes fell at the mention of Jackson's name. I shouldn't have asked." you told her.

"no that's ok, you should at least know a little of what is going on. Jackson was another friend of ours who were rookies with me and Nolan. but he was killed on the day Angela was taken." she told you and you could see the sadness in Lucy's eyes and you knew Jackson meant something to Lucy.

"I'm so sorry." you told her and she smiled sadly at you.

"now you tell me something." Lucy said and you raised an eyebrow.

"your father taught you self defence right? but there's gotta be more, you hid some details, i saw your face." Lucy said and you looked down and she saw your sad expression.

"oh you don't have to tell me anything if you're not comfortable." Licy told you but you shook your head.

"no it's ok, I was just thinking about my training days just now, during the times he trained me, he would push me to do my very best, we trained and trained until my legs gave way but he still pushed me to train some more and there were times I would train until I bled out." you explained and Lucy gave you a sorry expression.

"Is there a reason why he trained you so hard?" she asked.

"him teaching me how to hack and code wasn't just for fun, it was so that I could learn about what he does at work, and his line of work is very dangerous, he had enemies and knew that bad men would try and come for his family and he wanted to be prepared."

"and what about Tamara? how come she wasn't in on any of this?" Lucy asked.

"she was never the one who loved to hack and code like me, so my dad agreed never to let her in on any of this, she wasn't part of the family records so nobody knew she was family." you explained.

"and your mother is in on it too?" Lucy asked.

"yup, but after awhile, everything went south, my parents started taking drugs and then OD'd, I don't know why our parents took drugs but after our parents died, Tamara and my life changed so much. We went to children shelters and our family homes which was never permanent by the way and the rest you know" you told her and she sighed.

"I'm really sorry about all this, but now I'm sure your life will be so much better" she told you and you smiled at her.

"you cannot tell Tamara what I told you today, she doesn't know what our parents did for a living and what I had gone through during the trainings. She only knew our dad taught me those for fun" you told her.

"I promise, but I think you should know let her know that, she deserves to know that your parents aren't who they said they were." Lucy told you and you nodded, promising yourself you would tell Tamara when you were ready. The rest of the drive was silent and once you got to the apartment, Tamara was waiting on the sofa, watching television.

"how did it go?" Tamara asked.

"it went great, we identified Jackson's killer and we are planning a rescue mission to save Angela tomorrow." Lucy explained and you were grateful that she didn't mention that other thing that you told.

"I was waiting for you guys to come back so we can eat and watch a movie." Tamara smiled and you giggled happily and placed your bag on the ground before sitting beside her and Lucy sat beside you and Tamara put on the movie "Tangled" and you guys ate and watched the movie before falling asleep on the couch with you sleeping on Tamara while Lucy slept on you and the 3 of you snuggled together. (i'm imagining the scene and it is so cute oml)

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The next day, the 3 of you woke up and got ready for the day. Tamara got ready for school while you and Lucy got ready to go to the station. Tamara lent you her clothes and you went to take a shower and changed into the clothes she lent you.

once you were done, you packed your backpack was about to leave with Lucy when Tamara stopped you. She came to you and hugged you.

"I cannot believe my baby sister is going on a rescue mission while i'm stuck in school." Tamara said as you guys pulled away.

"I will tell you all about it tonight." you smiled at her and she smiled back.

"just don't die ok? I just got you back J can't lose you again." Tamara told you.

"Don't worry, dad made me take defense classes remember. I'll be fine." you told her and she nodded and looked at Lucy.

"you too, don't die, and take care of my sister." Tamara told her and she nodded her head. You and Lucy left the apartment and started going over to the station.

"remind me to enroll you to Tamara's school once everything is settled." Lucy told you.

"what? no you don't have to. I'm smart enough not to go to school." you told her. you didn't want her to spend money on your school

"I don't need to, I want to. you deserve to live a normal life with Tamara." Lucy told you.

"are you always this nice? you're so willing to do anything for me and Tamara." you asked her.

"I told you, its just me, and it's fate that I found into you and Tamara." she told you and you smiled. You felt so touched someone is willing to do so much for you even though you just met.

Once you guys reached the station, Lucy helped you get a visitor pass and then she led you to the roll call room before she went over to change to her work clothes as the other officers started coming into the room so you went to the back and sat at an empty table.

"His name is Armando De Leon, 17 years old, Gang unit says he was jumped into malos Dorados 6 months ago. Murder weapon is outstanding and he's considered armed and dangerous. Shooting policy is the following, even if he's fleeing deadly force is authorized." A guy you didn't know explained as a picture of the guy came up. you recognised the face but didn't announce it.

"he already killed on of us." the guy started but Sargen Grey cut him off

"hold up sargent. we're not in the retribution business. This kid comes in handcuffs unless there's no other choice is that understood?" Sargent Grey announced and everyone said a "yes sir".

"good, an no solo riders today. everyone doubles up. Be safe out there." with that, officers stood up and headed out to do their jobs. You went over to Lucy who was talking to Sargent Grey.

"Look at him, he's just a child." Lucy told him

"no he's a killer, now let's go find him." Sargent Grey said and left.

"Lucy I need to telk you something." you told Lucy.

"yea what is it?" you look in the room to see that no one was in it before looking back at her.

"I know the killer." you told her and her eyes widened.

"what?"

"not really know him know him but I've seen him before. Remember how I told you my dad works for bad men?" you asked her and she nodded.

"when I say bad, I mean really bad, and my dad and I hacked into the system and it gave us a list of a lot of bad people and we met some of them before and worked for some of them before. which means I've worked for Lafiera as well." you explained.

"we have to tell Sargent Grey, you can help out with the mission." Lucy said and was about to leave but you stopped her.

"I know we have to but I'm really scared. all this might lead to me being in jail and I don't want that. I've put all that in the past and never continued working for those bad men. I can't go to jail, i have my whole life to live I just can't." you told her with a shaky breath and tears were forming in your eyes.

"hey hey hey, come here." Lucy said and pulled you in for a hug and you sobbed and hugged her back.

"I promise I will do everything I can to not let that happen. everything will be alright." Lucy soothed your back and you calmed down and pulled away and wiped your tears away.

"I promise everything will be fine." Lucy told you and you nodded your head before going over to take your bag before following Lucy as she led you to Sargent Grey's office and knocked the glass door before going in.

"may I help you with you guys with something?" Sargent grey asked as he stood up and crossed his arms.

"actually, we are here to help you." Lucy told him and he raised an eyebrow. Lucy gave you a nodded and you stepped forward.

"the guy who killed Jackson, I know him." you told him and he unfolded his arms.

"do I want to know how you know them?" he asked.

"you will know, but now is not the right time." Lucy voiced and he nodded.

"Tasha, you will come with us to arrest, if it goes south, you will talk to him and distract him so we can arrest him." Sargent Grey instructed and you slowly nodded. He expected you and Lucy to leave but you both stood where you were standing.

"is there anything else?" Sargent Grey asked. You looked at Lucy and she gave you an encouraging nod and you took a deep breath.

"I know Lafiera, I worked for her before." you spoke with a shaky breath. Sargent Grey crossed his arms again and took a deep breath.

"ok then, change of plans, you will meet Nolan, Tim and Nyla at Nolan's house and they will get you to meet with Wesley and you both will go to Lafiera. with you there, Lafiera will let her guard down a little bit knowing her former employee is there. I'll let Tim know you are going over. Chen, go get ready for the arrest." Sargent Grey instructed and Lucy looked at you and you nodded your head, telling her you would be okay. Lucy nodded her head and left the office. Sargent Grey called Tim to let him know you were coming and told him why then Sargent Grey led you out off his office.

"I'm really sorry I didn't tell you earlier, but I didn't think I would have to go back to my old life until now, I left it all behind you know? I'm going to Jail aren't I?" you asked him.

"we will talk about this later. for now I need you focused, one wrong move and you will end up dead." Sargent Grey told you and you nodded your head. He led you to the front of the station where an officer was waiting for you. the officer led you to a police car and you got in, hugging your backpack

Once you reached Nolan's house, you got out the car and thanked the driver as you sling your backpack over your shoulder and closed the door. you walked over to Nolan's place and knocked on the door. After a few seconds, Nolan came by and opened it.

"oh hey! come on in!" Nolan let you in and you went in and saw Tim, Nyla and Max. you waved at Max and he waved back.

"Heard from Grey Lafiera knows you so you're helping with the mission." Tim said.

"yes, you will know more after the mission is done, I promise." you told him as you place your backpack on the sofa the going to the kitchen counter and they continued going on with the mission.

"like I said, I can get you in and out, provide basic supplies on the ground but no personnel, and if you get caught, you're on your own" Max told them and Nolan looked at Nyla, who nodded her head and he looked at Tim who also nodded his head.

"alright next stop, guatemala" Nolan announced and everyone packed up for the road. you took your backpack and followed them.

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Once you reached guatemala, the helicopter touched down and all of you exited the helicopter. Max led you all to 2 trucks that were parked up nearby.

"two unspeakable vehicles, full gas tanks. 4 ARs, five mags each." Max told all of you.

"we won't need them, if this turns into a shooting war, we lose ten times out if ten." Tim said to him.

"sure, but i'm gonna take mine" Nyla announced as she opened the car boot.

"In the bags, there's pistols, an RC ground drone, scrambled radios, flashlights, food, and water. you have 10 hours to get your woman and get her back here for exfil. we won't wait and we will not make more than one pickup is that clear?" Max asked and everyone nodded.

"happy hunting." Max said and turned to leave.

"alright the first thing we need to do is to plan on how to protect Tasha if anything happens." Nolan announced.

"you really won't be able to do that. we will be separated. don't worry, I know how protect myself. I will need a gun just incase." you told them.

"there is no way u're getting a gun." Nyla don't worry.

"don't worry, I know how to use a gun, my dad trained me. I won't use it unless absolutely necessary." you told her and she nodded her head before handing you a gun and a loaded magazine and you loaded the magazine into the gun and placed it in the secret pocket at the side of your backpack.

"alright, we're gonna set up an overlook, recon the compound while you go steal the blueprints from the architect, find us a way in." Tim told Nolan.

"wait a minute, what blueprints?" you asked.

"we need the blueprints of the compound so I can come up with a plan to rescue Angela, you and Wesley." Nolan explained to you.

"oh? I can get you the blueprints." you told them.

"and you didn't think to tell us?" Nyla asked.

"nobody asked." you shrugged and they all rolled their eyes as you took out your laptop from you bag

"wait you brought your laptop?" Tim asked.

"yes? I don't go anywhere without it. don't worry, it can't be tracked if that's what you're worried about." you told him and started typing on your laptop before a blueprint showed up on your screen.

"I got it, I'll send the blueprints to you." you told them and started typing on your laptop and sending it to the 3 of them.

"this puts us ahead of schedule. wesley's plane will be landing any minute. we need to get Tasha to the airport, stat." Nolan announced.

"I'll drop her off." Nyla told everyone.

"i'll let Wesley know you're on the way." Tim said as you took you stuff and followed her to the truck.

"look, I don't know much about you, and I don't trust you one bit. you are mysterious, mysterious isn't good. If you do anything to betray us which gets Angela or Wesley killed, I will not hesitate to comw for you myself, got it?" Nyla threatened.

"I assure you, I'm fully on your side. I would never do anything to harm you and your friends. I know you probably don't care about me and if anything happens you'll probably leave me to save your friends, and it's fine, but if everything goes smoothly and we make it out alive, I hope to gain your trust. Once the mission is over, I promise you'll know everything about me." you told her and her eyes softened as she stared at you for awhile before looking back on the road. Once both of you reached the airport, you thanked her and got off the truck and went into the airport where you saw Wesley coming out of arrival.

"Wesley!" you called out and went up to him. the 2 of you walked further out of the airport when 2 guards came up to both of you.

"hola senor" one of the guards said and Wesley said hi back. The 2 guards looked at you and nodded their head to acknowledge your presence and you nodded your head back.

"this way." the guard grabbed Wesley and pushed him against the pole.

"spread your legs." the guard demanded.

"take it easy" Wesley said as he did what he was told so the guards could pat him down. the other guard cane to you and you knew the protocol, you took your backpack and gave it to him and he looked into your bag to check for any weapons. you hoped he didn't find the gun and luckily for you, he didn't. he didn't pat you down of course because it's invasion of privacy. after he was done, he handed your backpack to you and you wore it.

"I'm here to talk to Sandra de la Cruz." Wesley told the guard.

"man guess what? she doesn't want to talk to you. so it looks like you flew a long way to meet death." he said the last part in spanish, yup you speak spanish, your dad made you learn all the languages in the world so that you can understand every conversation going on between him and the clients. and also so that he could talk to you in secret if needed.

"Pero ella hablará conmigo. (but she will talk to me)" you told the guards and they looked at you before grabbing you both and leading you both to the trucks. they drove you both up to the compound and once they reached, they brought you into the compound where you saw Lafiera pouring wine into her glass.

"Hola hermana, se suponía que estabas muerta. (hello sister, you were supposed to be dead)" Lafiera told you.

"Y sin embargo, aquí estoy. (and yet, here I am)" you said to her.

"Mis condolencias por el fallecimiento de tus padres. (my condolences on the passing of your parents)" she told you.

"gracias, Mis condolencias por tu hijo. (thank you, my condolences on your son)" you said and she nodded her head.

"¿Quieres un poco? (do you want some?)" she offered you some wine but you politely declined.

"¿Qué te trae aquí con el Sr. Evers? (what brings you doing here with Mr Evers?)" she asked you.

"Dijo que quería negociar contigo. (he said he wanted to negotiate with you.)" you told her and she did the same "hmm" face.

"you know I speak English, why'd you speak to me in spanish?" you asked

"it's nice to speak to a friend in my native language, I don't get to do that often" she said and you scoffed at the mention of "friend". she never cares for anyone but herself and her son diego. you missed diego, he wasn't the bad guy, he was like you, destined to follow your parents' footsteps. whenever your dad was discussing with Lafiera, you and diego would hang out and it would be so fun and you loved hanging out with him so much, he was the only one who understood you.

Lafiera turned to Wesley.

"Mr Evers, you surprise me, didn't think you were the type to die for love."

"I'm here to negotiate." Wesley told her.

"I've heard, your office is next to an aquarium supply store, what could you possibly have to offer me?" she asked.

"If you know about my office, then you know thag my family has money. a lot of money." he stated.

"I have more" Lafiera simply said.

"no doubt, but what you don't have is a U.S. senator in your pocket. One who is standing ready to insert language into the trade deal that's currently being negotiated with your country." Wesley explained.

"trade deal doesn't apply to what I sell." Lafiera simply said.

"no, but they do apply to the export companies you use to launder money to the U.S. Tariffs are killing you right now, I could cut them in half with one phone call." Wesley told her.

"If I let you walk away with Angela."

"and my baby" Wesley said and Lafiera stared at him with the "are you serious?" look

"come on Lafiera, you know what it's like to have a son, you loved him, you know what it's like to love someone so much. I know you miss him, I miss him too, but don't take that away from 2 innocent people who had nothing to do with Diego's death." you told her and that got her deep in thought before looking at Wesley.

"I'll make a few phone calls, ensure that you can deliver on what you promise." Lafiera said.

"then we'll have a deal?" Wesley asked with hope.

"Maybe." Lafiera said as she walked up to Wesley.

"or maybe I don't care about the money, and I feed you to my dogs" she said and Wesley looked defeated and you couldn't just stand there and do nothing.

"Lafiera, please, at least let him see Angela." you told her.

"Fine, guards, take them to Angela." Lafiera instructed and you sighed with relief and Wesley thanked you silently and you nodded your head. the guards brought you both to the room Angela was held and when you both got in, wesley rushed over to angela

"hey hey are you ok?" Wesley asked.

"what the hell are you doing here?" Angela asked as she went to hugged him.

"Negotiating for your release." Wesley told her.

"hey! hey! back it up! she's not yours anymore, no, she's mine okay? and you don't touch her unless I say you can." Abril threatened.

"hey hey abril, it's ok. Lafiera let us in here." you told her and she glared at Wesley before stepping back.

"who are you?" Angela asked you.

"I'm Tasha, nice to meet you." You offered your hand and she took it and you guys shook hands.

"you were supposed to be dead." Abril said to you.

"I've been told" you answered and Abril looked at you. you, angela and wesley went to the sofa and sat down while Abril stood guard of you all. you didn't remove your backpack incase of anything, you can't trust anyone here. Suddenly, you heard a huge fireworks explosion and Abril went outside to take a look.

"that means there's a problem, we have to go to plan B." Wesley told you guys.

"what's plan B?" Angela asked. you also would like to know that.

"we have to get Lafiera to get us out of here." Wesley explained.

"how? she's not letting me leave until I have the baby." Angela told him.

"I can try to talk to Lafiera again." you offered.

"no, there's no time." Wesley said and looked at angela, telling her to trust him.

"hey! go get a doctor! she's feeling really lightheaded. she's had blood pressure issues during the pregnancy." wesley called out as you and he helped Angela up from the sofa.

"lay her on the bed." Abril instructed and you 2 did what you were told as she went out to get a doctor.

"hey, it's ok." Wesley told Angela as he took out a needle from his pocket.

"what the hell is that." angela asked.

"pitocin, enough to start contractions." Wesley told her and he was about to inject it into Angela but she stopped him.

"no no, it's early. we will lose the baby." angela told him and you could see the fear in her eyes.

"there has to be something else we can do, what about me? If i'm hurt she will have to take us to the hospital." you told him.

"if you get hurt she will not bring Angela, it has to be Angela." Wesley said and turned to her.

"I know you're scared, I am too, but this is the only way, Harper will be at the hospital with the drug to counter the effects. trust me ok, everything will be fine." Wesley told her and she stared at him for a moment before nodding her head and Wesley injected the pitocin into Angela.

After awhile, a lady came into the room and instructed both of you to bring Angela out as she called the hospital. Once the 3 of you were out of the compound, you could see Lafiera and some of her men waiting for you with 2 SUV vans waiting as well.

"what the hell did you do?!" Lafiera asked angrily as you and Wesley helped Angela to the van.

"nothing!" Wesley said and Angela stared at him before looking at you. Abril then came up to you and dragged you towards the other van as 2 other men dragged Wesley beside you. This whole time angela was shouting, calling out to wesley and telling them to stop while the 2 of you were forced into the other van. you were shouting and asking where abril was taking you but she ignored you as she shoved you in the van

"where are you taking us?" you asked worriedly.

"we were instructed to take both of you somewhere else and take away your life" Abril answered and your eyes widened in fear.

"wait why her? doesn't she work for Lafiera." Wesley voiced out.

"worked. past tense. she's now with you and Lafiera doesn't trust her anymore, she's now a liability and her life was instructed to be taken." Abril told him.

"she's just a teenager." Wesley said to her.

"it doesn't matter, she knows too much about us and it's a risk having her around." she said in annoyance and you turned to wesley.

"wesley." you called his name as tears started to formed in your eyes in fear.

"hey hey, it's ok." Wesley said as he pulled you in for a hug. he calmed you down by rubbing your back gently. you 2 didn't know each other that well and he still comforted you and you were grateful for it. once you calmed down, you could think clearly again.

"I have a gun in my bag. I can use it to kill Abril and the other guy when I get the chance." You whispered to him.

"no, when there's a chance you toss me the gun, got it?" he instructed and you nodded your head.

"hey, hey back it up, we're here." Abril said as you both pulled away. you were forced out of the van by Abril and Wesley by another guy. you both were forced to a spot with a lot of dirt and trees around.

"oh this is very dramatic." wesley called out, referring to the trees.

"life is sacred no? we should honour it when we take it no? plus, they use your bodies as fertilisers." Abril explained as she pushed you forward.

"alright this is enough." she stopped you and the guy stopped Wesley.

"where do you want it? in the face or the back of the head?" Abril asked.

"Neither." Wesley told her. suddenly, you all heard a noise and turned around to see an orange tractor driving on it's own. this gave you the chance to take out the gun from your side pocket.

"wesley!" you called out as you tossed him your gun and he caught it, pointing the gun towards abril.

"it's over Abril, surrender now." Wesley told her.

"you and what army? even if you shoot one of us, the other won't hesitate to kill you and the girl." abril told him.

"him and this army." you heard nolan's voice as he came out of hiding with a bat and hit the guy closest to him and started fighting him. Abril started shooting which gave Wesley the green light to start shooting too. you ran and dodged abril's bullets and tackled her to the ground and punch her face. she groaned and kicked your stomach and you groaned and fell beside her. she pointed her gun at you and was about to shoot you when Nolan tackled her and started fighting her.

You got up, a little blood dripping from your forehead. you saw the guy choking Wesley and you ran up and kicked the man's face and he fell back hard, fainting.

"good job." Wesley said as you helped him up. you guys heard something and looked up to see a helicopter flying past.

"come on, that's our ride." Nolan said and you started running towards the helicopter. Wesley handed the gun back to you and you placed it back in your bag when suddenly you heard gunshots and you looked back to see Abril trying to limp towards all of you and she started shooting at all of you.

you continued running towards the helicopter with Wesley and Nolan behind, dodging her bullets when one of her bullets tore a hole on your backpack, making the contents of your bag fall out. you stopped running and ran to get your stuff but wesley, who was running behing you, grabbed your arm.

"leave them, we have to get out of here!" he shouted and you nodded sadly before continuing to run towards the helicopter.

"ah." you grunted and your hand immediately went to the side of your stomach, when you looked at your hand you saw blood and you knew abril had successfully shot you. you ignored the pain and continued running towards the helicopter that was landing on the ground and Tim and Nyla came out and stood guard as the 3 of you got into the helicopter and Tim and Nyla got into the helicopter and closed the door as Max ordered the pilot to fly back home.

"this mission was a success, sort of." Nolan announced.

"and we have Tasha to thank. we couldn't have done it without her." Nyla told everyone and everyone smiled at you.

"thank you, but guys, I, I don't feel so good" you looked weakly at them and before you could say anything else you fainted from the blood loss. The last thing you saw was Tim catching you before you succumbed to the darkness.

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you slowly opened your eyes and you looked around and you realised you were at the hospital. you also realised there was a tube in your nose. what the hell happened? you turned and saw Tamara with her head sleeping on your hospital bed and you smiled. you sat up, tired of lying down and Tamara stired awake and yawned.

"you're finally up, I'll let everyone know" she told you and started typing on her phone.

"how long was I asleep?" you asked.

"2 days." tamara told you and your eyes widened.

"what? how is that possible?! I was only shot once, it's not that bad." you told her.

"It was actually, by the time you came to the hospital, you lost a lot of blood and you had to go into surgery, you almost died in there, you had me worried." Tamara told you. That explains the tubes.

"I'm sorry, I didn't think it would be so bad." you apologised. At that moment, Lucy, Tim, Nyla, Angela, Wesley, Nolan and Sargent Grey came into the room.

"wow, that's a lot of people in one room." you joked and everyone chuckled.

"I just wanted to personally come in here to see if you're ok, and to thank you for all your help, we couldn't have done it without you." Sargent Grey told you.

"it was no big deal." you told him.

"oh here's a thank you and get well soon gift" Nolan said and placed a bouquet of flowers on the table next to your bed and you thanked him.

"how are you feeling?" Lucy asked.

"Much better than when I was shot that's for sure." you told her and she smiled. you looked over at tim and he smiled and nodded at you and you did the same thing back.

"I'm just worried about the hospital bills." you spoke up, you knew it would be expensive and that you couldn't afford it.

"don't worry, it's covered by the city." Sargent Grey said and you relaxed. Just then, the nurse came in and stood at the end of the bed.

"you're awake, great. I checked your vitals and your stats that you healed properly, we just need you to stay for a few days before we can discharge you." she told you and you thanked her and she left.

"could you guys excuse us for a sec, I would like to talk to Tasha for a while." Nyla announced and everyone nodded and left.

"am I in trouble?" you joked and she chuckled.

"no, I'm here to apologise." nyla said and you raised and eyebrow.

"the way I treated you, like you were an outsider, I'm really sorry, I was an outsider of the group once and I should have know not to judge anyone before getting to know them." she told you and you smiled.

"thank you." you smiled and she smiled back.

"does this mean I gained your trust?" you said with a hopeful smile.

"you're getting there, once I know more about you, then we'll see" she said with a smile and you smiled back. but something was bothering you, you will have to tell everyone everything soon, but you decided it was a later problem and put it at the back of your mind. Nyla pat your shoulders before heading out of your room and Tim, Lucy and Tamara came in, with lucy putting her hands behind her back.

"so everyone had to go for work, but, Nolan gave me something before heading out." Lucy said and you were curious as to what she was talk about.

"he told me he was able to save one of your things." She said as brought the item from her back to the front and you recognised it as Mr snuggles and your smiled widened.

"oh my god mr snuggles!" you exclaimed and took it from Lucy and hugged your stuffed bear.

"thank you." you told her.

"I'm sorry your laptop couldn't be saved. I know it meant something to you." Lucy apologised.

"that's ok, it's high time I let go of that laptop anyways." you told her and she smiled.

"if everyone had to go to work, how come tim's here." you asked.

"well I'm Lucy's T.O so if she doesn't go to work, I don't either." Tim explained and you gave an "ohhh".

The next few days, you stayed in the hospital and the nurses came in regularly to check up on you. Tamara stayed with you in the hospital and you 2 would hang out, catching up on the time you had lost. Lucy and Tim would visit you everyday to see how you were doing, be it on shift or after shift, tim probably came because Lucy came, but you were glad he didn't restrict Lucy from coming to the hospital on shift hours. You had gotten the tubes out since the doctor gave the green light and said you didn't need them anymore.

Today was the 3rd day you were held in the hospital and Lucy and Tim were visiting you when the nurse came in

"you are all healed up and ready to be discharged, whenever you're ready, just go to the front desk and you can sign out." she told you and you thanked her and she left.

"I'm guessing we'll have to go to the station after this?" you asked Lucy and Tim.

"only if you're up for it." Lucy told you.

"I'll have to face it eventually so why not just get it over and done with." you told them and they nodded.

"wait why do you have to go to the station?" Tamara asked.

"can you give me a few moments with my sister first? I think she should hear this from me first." you told Tim and Lucy and they nodded before leaving the room. you turned to Tamara and she was looking at you expectantly.

"you know how I said dad taught me how to hack and code for fun? and that the self defence classes were also just for fun and that I wasn't hurt during my training?" you asked her and she nodded.

"well that was all a lie" you said and started explaining everything to her, not leaving a single detail out. By the time you were done, you saw tears in her eyes.

"I can't believe it, I thought all this time it was all for fun and now I find out it was life threatening? I am the older sister and I was supposed to protect you." Tamara said with tears in her eyes.

"you weren't into hacking and coding so I made dad promise to leave you out of this. It's ok Tamara, it's all in the past, but now I have to come clean to the LAPD and hope that I don't get my a*s kicked in jail." Tamara came and hugged you and you hugged back.

"you can't go to jail, you were just a kid and they can't blame you for it." Tamara said as she pulled away.

"let's just hope the LAPD thinks so too." you told her.

"come on, let's get this over with." you said and you got off the hospital bed and you and Tamara left the room.

"I'm ready." you told Tim and Lucy and they nodded.

The 4 of you went to the front desk and you signed out and the next stop was to the police station. Once you guys reached, you and Tamara got a visitor pass and Tim and Lucy led you to the interrogation room. you felt nervous being in the police station so you grabbed Tamara's hand for support.

"I think it's best if you wait in the observation room." Tim told Tamara when you reached the interrogation room and you gave Tamara once last squeeze before entering the room, where you saw Angela and Nyla sitting at the table, waiting for you. Lucy came in after and you were grateful for her presence.

"Tasha, glad you're here. please have a seat." Nyla said and you went and sat across from them.

"don't worry, we aren't here to interrogate you, you don't have to be nervous, we just want to assess you better." Angela said and you nodded your head.

"start from the beginning." Nyla told you.

(full story coming up)

"when I was young, I went into my father's room while he was working and saw that he was doing something on his laptop and I was curious so I went up to him and he told me about all what he was doing, I was invested and he decided to teach me all about coding and hacking and I fell in love with it and my dad decided to bring me into his work and from that day on, I worked with my dad and we worked for a lot of bad people like Lafiera, Elijah and so many more, we had a list of a lot of bad people and my dad would choose the baddest of the bad, helping them hack into the system about information of each other, the government and basically do whatever they ask us to do. he chooses the baddest of the bad because they pay more, and he would do anything for money.

He also trained me in self defence, knowing that his line of work is dangerous and that I could be kidnapped for ransom or just to get my dad to work for them. He would train me so hard, so that I make no mistakes and that I can defend myself in every situation every way possible, he trained me till I was tired but still continued to push me. there were times I even bled out but he still pushed me to be the best. I know it was for my safety but sometimes I wished he would let me rest for a while. Anyway, Tamara was never the hacking or coding person so I made my dad promise not to bring her in, we never told her about my dad's work and we left her out of the family records so that she could live a normal life and so that people never would come for her.

But as I grew older, I realised that what we were doing was wrong, but I had no way out of it, so after my parents died, I took the opportunity to leave it all behind by faking my death, I hacked into the system and pronounced myself dead so no one would come looking for me, and I kept my past life hidden from everyone, thinking I wouldn't need to talk about it anymore until now, so now you know the whole life story of Tasha Collins, the one I kept hidden anyway." you explained your whole life story. Angela and Nyla looked at each other before writting some stuff down on the paper they had and Lucy looked at you, proud of what you just did.

"thank you, Tasha, it was brave of you to talk about it after wanting to leave it all behind." Angela told you.

"not like I had a choice." you said under your breath.

"sure, but most people would run away from the police, knowing they might end up in jail, but you decided to face it and that was very brave." Nyla said and you smiled.

"we're done, you can wait outside and we'll get back to you." Angela said and you nodded and left the interrogation room where Lucy and Tamara were waiting for you. Lucy led you to the roll call room and you sat at a table, Tamara sitting next to you.

"wait here alright, I'll be with the others to discuss your case, don't worry, I'll make sure you won't end up in jail." Lucy promised and you smiled at her.

While waiting for the result of your case, you were really nervous, Tamara saw it and place a hand on yours and you smiled at her, grateful she was by your side. After what like forever (it was 30min), Sargent Grey and the others came in and you and Tamara stood up. He had the same look he has every day and he had his arm crossed. you thought it must be serious if all of them were in here and you became really nervous.

"your case was really hard, no matter how we look at it, you end up in Juvie." Sargent Grey told you and you look down, you already knew this would happen but you were hoping for a different outcome.

"but," he said and you looked up with hope in your eyes.

"if you don't want to end in Juvie, we have a different solution." Sargent Grey said to you.

"what do I have to do?" you asked.

"you become a C.I" he told you.

"you want me to become a confidential informant?"

"It's the only solution we could think of"

"it was actually Lucy's idea" Tim said and you looked at her with a smile.

"hey, I told you I would do anything so that you don't end up in jail." Lucy told you and you smiled gratefully at her.

"all you need to do is give us information on everything you know when we need it." Sargent Grey told you.

"It would mean you have to go back to hacking and coding, but for the right reasons this time." Angela told you.

"I know you wanted to leave that all behind so it's really your choice if you want to do it or not." Lucy told you.

"honestly it's really clear what I should do." you said and turned to Tamara for approval, you didn't want to do it without her support. She nodded her head and you looked back at Sargent grey.

"I'll do it." you told him and he smiled and unfolded his arms.

"I was hoping you would say that." he told you and nodded at Angela. she came up to you and handed you a brand new laptop and phone and your eyes lit up at the sight.

"a new phone and laptop to replace your old one." she smiled at you and you beamed at her.

"Thank you!!" you exclaimed and smiled happily.

"I added all our contacts in the phone, you can text us whenever you feel like it. i'm sure we'll being hearing more from you soon." Angela told you and you smiled.

"alright, everyone go home and rest up, tomorrow we got another case to solve." Sargent Grey told everyone and everyone nodded.

"wait a damn minute. the night is still young, party at my place!" Nolan announced and everyone smiled and you and Tamara left with Lucy.

Once you guys reached Nolan's place, everyone was reaching and Nolan went to his door and unlocked it and let everyone in. everyone went in and Nolan went to the fridge and took the drinks out and he ordered a lot of food. everyone were drinking and talking to each other, having fun, and you felt awkward because you don't know them well. Halfway through, Tamara pulled you aside.

"so, I have a surprise for you," Tamara told you and you raised an eyebrow.

"while you were on the mission and I was in school, I took the liberty to talk to my principal and applied for a scholarship, I told him about you and he agreed to let you sit for a test and when you pass, you can join my school!" Tamara exclaimed and your eyes widened with shock.

"oh my god Tamara, this is amazing, thank you!" you hugged her tight and she hugged you back with a smile. you smiled at the thought that Tamara had said "when" and not "if" and you were touched she thought you were going to pass.

"it's the least I can do." she said as you guys pulled away.

The rest of the night, you mingled around and got to know everyone better and you guys played some board games and charades. you never thought you would meet these people, it was all thanks to lucy you met them and you were so grateful to have bumped into her and you were grateful that you didn't have to live on the streets anymore.

your life became much easier after that mission, you worked for the LAPD whenever you were needed, putting your hacking skills to use. you also go to school every day, unless there was an emergency at work. You also hang out with Tamara a lot, and sometimes the other people you met. Tim and Lucy eventually got together and they were like adopted parents to you and Tamara. Tamara also got a new car and she brings you everywhere with it. your life couldn't be much better and you were finally happy.

#the rookie #the rookie fanfic #the rookie fanfiction #tim bradford #lucy chen #tamara #tamara collins #sisters #adoption

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that0newriter · 1 year ago

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Chapter 1: The Book Opens

“Even miracles take a little time.” —Fairy Godmother (Cinderella)

Once upon a time, before the wishing star, was a kingdom way out in the seven seas. The kingdom of Rosas, beautiful and grand- ruled by King Magnifico, who studied sorcery to grant his subjects deepest desires. And his beautiful queen and the love of his life, Queen Amaya- who helped the King spread joy and positivity across the land. Disaster struck however, The Queen fell to illness, leaving Magnifico heartbroken and distraught as wizards, witches, mages and others failed to aid. Not only did darkness fall across the kingdom, but upon Magnifico's heart as well. The King banned wishes and dreams alike; keeping magic to himself, growing wicked and cold at his loss. Yet one soul flourished within Rosas's walls- a child born with determination and light named Asha, daughter of Tomás and Sakina who was destined to do something incredible.

"¡Abuelo! ¡Abuelo!" The little girl rushed up to her grandfather who was quick to let out a chortle as he leaned down from his chair, allowing his granddaughter to throw herself into his arms with a gleeful laugh- Sabino lifting Asha up into the air as a smile graced his wrinkling face. "Dios mío, Asha. Mira lo grande que te has puesto- look how big you've grown! What have you two been feeding her?" The old man turned to his son and his wife, who both snickered and shook their heads. "Oh, Sabino, she just has Tomás's good growth!" "¡Mi Amor! Last I checked, I am still shorter than my Brother." Laughter filled the room as Asha settled down onto her grandfather's lap, looking up at him with excitement.

"Abuelo, Did you hear what the king was going to do-!? He's about to collect more wishes! I hope he picks me!" The adult's faces showed pain for a moment, knowing their Asha was still so naive to realize how the King was. However, Sabino was quick to recover- putting on a smile and looking softly down at his granddaughter and began to speak. "Ah, Ah, No te precipites, querida nieta. Don't jump too far now!" He gently taps Asha's nose before scooping her up and walking over to a nearby window, his son and daughter-in-law joining by his side as they all look up to the night sky littered with twinkling lights and stars. Despite the darkened clouds that painted themselves against the deep hues of la luna's canvas, the moon and her star children shined brightly. The child's brown hues widened in awe before leaning her head against her grandfather's neck, enamored by the stars before jumping up- her eyes dancing around her skull as she witnessed a shooting star, even pointing with a big curious smile.

"What was that-!?" Tomás lets out a light laugh as his daughter is returned to his arms, hoisting her up onto the windowsill. "That, Mi hija, was a shooting star. Legend says that if you wish upon a shooting star, that your dreams could possibly come true." The brunette lets out a breathy woah in response, her dark hues finding themselves drawn back to the sky in anticipation only to find herself suddenly disappointed. "Isn't there going to be more...?" The kid turns her body back to her family as a frown tugs on her lips- her papá scratching the back of his neck with nervousness.

"Well..." "Asha," her mother began, "It was a miracle to see a shooting star such as this but...they only come every so often. And most of those times all the village is asleep. I know it must disappoint you, msichana mzuri, but it's...it is life. It's something you won't understand until you're a bit older." Sakina kneeled onto her knees as she took Asha's hands into her own, fiddling with the light purple sleeves of her gown. The fabric is rough, but not uncomfortable to wear upon her kin's sensitive skin- and soon a soft kiss was placed upon Asha's braids before the gorgeous dark skinned woman stands up, motioning to her daughter to get off the windowsill.

"But, don't let this be a disappointing experience! After all, there could be another one. ¡No pierdas la esperanza!" The man in golden clothes ushered his granddaughter up the stairs, Off to bed now he spoke in Spanish, a wink following behind before he turned to Asha's parents who were already in a hushed discussion. Asha stayed by the stairs before defeatedly going up to her room and plopping herself down face first in her cotton sheets with a frustrated groan. Her face then tilts itself up as a pout painted itself across her freckled face- a huff drawing from her nose before she looks over to her goat plush that her mother made her when she was a baby- a soft jingle from the small bell it dawned on its collar rang out gently with each movement, purple fabric soon meeting the wooden backboard of her bed as she looks up to her room's sky line. The stars were even more visible from here than down stairs, something Asha had noted ever since her father told her all the ancient tales of the stars, but of course some with a spin that her dear grampa added.

"Mm..." Asha closed one of her eyes, feeling them grow heaven even when she tried to rub the sleep away. "Usiku Mwewa, Valentino...Goodnight..." A yawn escaped the younglin's lips as she tried to settle down under the cover of her bed before a shooting light caught her attention. Asha was quick to shoot up- staring up at her ceiling before quickly stumbling to her balcony, pushing the doors open carefully before crawling onto the railing. Her face lit up at the sight of the array of shooting stars- hope filling her eyes as she watched the shower before all of them slowly faded from view...hugging Valentino close, she closed her eyes with a smile. "I'm going to make my dreams come true..." Her gaze falls to the stuffed animal in hand before she falls back to her bed, fully satisfied to find that maybe there was another way to get a wish granted than giving it to the king. Contently, Asha closed her eyes- ready to wake up to a new day.

"Asha...Ashaaaa~... ASHA!" The woman lets out a yelp as she jolts up from her pillows, trying to blink the tiredness out of her eyes as Dehlia slowly makes her way through the room- relying on her rose wood crutch to keep her up as she places a tray down onto Asha's littered desk, a plate of Shao Bing Jia Dan and a small cup of Dou Jiang sitting on top. The older woman lets out a small sigh as she fixes her glasses, looking down towards Asha who was already messing with her curly hair before pausing. "Thank you, Dehlia- I swear it keeps getting harder and harder to escape from my dreams. They're just so..." "Magical?" "Uh Huh-!" "Whimsical?" The ravenette raises a brow as she watches the now seventeen year old scarfing down her food and warm soy milk. "嚼(Jué), Asha, 嚼(Jué)! No need to scarf your food down-!" Dehlia placed a hand on her hip before continuing "I don't need you to choke. After all, you need to be up and well for your Birthday dinner!" at the mention of her birthday, Asha's eyes lit up, carefully sipping on her milk while setting the empty plate back down on the tray and sliding herself out of her dark purple bed. A notion that her care taker took as needing to leave the teen to get ready for the day- but not without calling from deeper within the house remember your bag.

Books dawned every wooden shelf within the lilac painted room, cursive writing in a deeper purple and some sloppy art covering one of the walls. It was... different from the home the brunette once lived in. She bent over, shoving some dirty clothes into her laundry bag before rushing to the closet and pulling at the wooden doors- rustling through an array of colored clothes. Elegant teals to bright yellows that contrasted with her skin perfectly, but none compared to Asha's favorite gown that she tugged from her every day clothes. A purple half sleeved gown that dawned a midnight purple stash around the waist, the main purple cuts off at the shoulders and mid thigh in favor of switching to a lilac color. Darker swirls dawned the edge of the dress as Asha carefully combs through her hair- staring into the mirror with an intense look, concentrating on scooping some hair cream onto her fingers and brushing it through until she was satisfied with her curls. With a hair tie, the dama gathered her brown hair into a low ponytail before urging some stray hairs away from her face. Asha gives herself a self-assured nod after a few more look overs before sliding on her sapatu and wrapping her Jua Kilemba around the back of her head prior to retrieving her laundry bag and heading out her bedroom door. But not before placing three fingers against a photo in a wooden frame, a picture of her familia, a feeble smile dawning her lips. "Nakupenda sana, mi familia." A soft snicker falls from the teen's mouth as her feet moved across the hard floor, almost knowing that her parents would've lightly chastised her for using Swahili and Spanish in the same sentence. "Today's going to be a good day..."

#🌸once upon a disney WISH🌸#🌸WISH🌸#disney's wish #disney wish #wish #re write #🌸my writing🌸

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noagato · 2 months ago

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HIIIIII Hello im here. I post 18+ art and writing sometimes so thats why this is a 16+ account lololol

I DO ship ancient x beast and follow a ship and let ship mindset,,, shrug emoji ,, i will write and draw darker content but it will be tagged and no underage stuff

Self shipping and ocxcanon will be VERY rampant on this blog too! Aka im the captain of this ship

I am!!! Incredibly oc brainrotted!!! Under the cut is (soooonnn,,,, once i get their actual designs down) art and info about the main ocs featured on this blog! (Cw for child abuse, sa mentioned, etc) (Always updating bc of the brain worms)

icon is my fuckass evil bisexual psychiatrist HH/HB oc Nedra. Pos would push down the stairs

**Lavender Cream Cookie** - Progenitor to all cookiekind! Lowkey my excuse to have a mary sue adjacent oc. Mother to Lavender Milk Cookie. Sadistic and self serving- only does things if it will affect her or the few she cares about. Older 'sister' to Eternal Sugar Cookie. Queen to the largest kingdom in Earthbread- the Lavender Empire. Bored all to bits nowadays and makes trouble for the hell of it while painting herself as the good guy. Would be worse than Dark Enchantress if she really didnt give a shit about her daughter and let loose. Pre corruption/Fout of Knowledge was her husband and is the father to her daughter. Shadow Milk Cookie is still trying to get in her good graces post redemption. Lowkey originally only interested in Pure Vanilla Cookie due to his connection to Shadow Milk Cookie. Main ships are her/almost every ancient and beast save for Eternal Sugar Cookie, Hollyberry, and Burning Spice Cookie. BSC *sometimes* gets shipping rights.

AUS! Non-Progenitor- What it says on the tin! Main ship is her Dark Cacao and Mystic Flour. Still immortal, was made to be ESC's sister instead of the other way around and got mega rejected since it was around her corruption time. Neurotic and terrified of rejection. Still apathetic like her progenitor counterpart but instead does 'good' shit out of curiosity than having to save face. PVC became fascinated with her near SMC's redemption so got brought into the kingdom as a scholar. Whoops shit happens and baby is now cooking. SMC is a BPD queen and has a little episode being possessive of PVC and LCC also being a BPD haver crashes tf out and fucks off. Has Lavender Milk Cookie in the Cacao Kingdom and starts working as a scholar under Dark Cacao and Mystic Flour. A visiting Dark Coco recognizes her as the one that warned and saved him from the Strawberry Jam Sword and taught him from her studies,,, soooo a mom figure to him. Cue interest from Dark Cacao and Mystic Flour. Baby rage from PVC and a now possessive SMC when she winds up pregnant again.

Bad End AU/BEAU- No Lavender Milk Cookie so LCC has no reason to be a 'good person' and no beast corruption. Kingdom still exists so she can't go batshit but doesn't try to hide her tracks anymore. Ironically enough shes the most depressed in this au since she's constantly having to worry about all the wars and shit she's caused/causing. Just tired 24/7. No active/constant ship- used mostly to explore LCC's mind and how she works. More body-horror adjacent than the others due to half her face being mangled in self defense by Burning Spice Cookie so the biblical angel part of her design comes out more. Fascinated by Gingerbrave and co.

(Mostly Sfw!) TOH AU (Aka worlds most biblical angel aspd woman meets the most npd god fearing man. she does Not like him.) - LCC gets her ass fucking YOINKED into the Boiling Isles and is Not Fucking Happy. Ngl This was au was just the jumping off point/spawnpoint for my bigger Lavender Milk Cookie/Lavette TOH au. Sometimes I revisit it bc Lavette just fucking murks Belos but LCC keeps him around for the sillys. For the giggles. Holds him by the scruff of his neck when he annoys her and shakes him around like a dog toy.

!!Lavender Milk Cookie!!- AITAH- Am I (F,2.5 eons) in the wrong for disagreeing with my mothers (F,Older than creation) want to destroy the Cream Republic? - This bad boy can fit so much unparalleled anxiety inside her- Autisms final boss, most monotone voice and no facial expressions, only way to tell is through the hair eyes which are VERY expressive- Lowkey kinda Josh from WD2 coded - Got ostracized and bullied severely as a child and further ostracized by members of other kingdoms so now keeps to herself- Headmistress to the Blueberry Academy of Magic, a academy that teaches cookies young to old about magic and how to cast it, inherited from Shadow Milk Cookie- Has a philosophy of doing whats best for all of cookiekind, no matter the cost, since to her thats the reason shes immortal; to make sure the mortal cookies live their best lives with the most opportunities - Actually has a pretty good relationship with SMC,,, he feels so much guilt ab missing her childhood - Compared to SMC plushed animal stitching (HC) Lavender Milk Cookie has the body/dough of a ball jointed doll, can easily take off limbs - No interest in romance or sex due to the severe bullying she encountered and general workaholic mindset she has, becomes worse than her mother when finally with someone she trusts and loves - Two pairs of arms, second pair always fiddlin with smth- Skilled in crafting dolls - Her and SMC trade dolls as a way of bonding, him plush dolls and her with BJDs- loves to teach; practically a special interest - pretty good relationship with LCC all things considered - Protective and possessive over her very few friends and loved ones - Has puppeteer strings but also the ability to possess others, no shapeshifting ability - When overstimulated is the only time her voice raises, other than that she's soft spoken and speaks with a monotone, flat rate with very little inflection, raspy and deep- kinda like lady gaga, Mechanical Moth (Very specifically the singer in Obsession, Cathedral, and Black Queen style) , or In this Moment/Maria Brink - Kinda cannibalistic- Has a comedy mask she carries around when she needs to 'mask' and take on a livelier persona ala her dad - Adores teaching in every form, from tots to the elderly, and sees education and the sharing of knowledge as smth that benefits all which = everyone will prosper -Some ships with her being (Crackship,,) Clotted Cream Cookie, (They fucking HATEEE each other) Affogato Cookie, (Mutual fascination) Butter Roll Cookie, (,,,She has multiple eyes that can see ofc) Captain Caviar Cookie, ("hey can i rizz u up?" "sure??" "PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLE-") Royal Margarine Cookie and MORE!)

AUs!! TOH Au- Queen Sister! (SFW) - Unlike her mom girl is fucking STRESSED, get transported a lil bit b4 Luz arrives at the Boiling Isles and fucking HATESSSSSSS Belos. Still biblical angel adjacent so Belos is like yay yippie im gods favorite little solider!!! a few moments b4 he gets ate. Yeah. Sorry.... old meow meow gets ate and LMC is instantly hit with the minecraft poison damage sound. Hough. Figures that since she cant go home she might as well be a good sister to Hunter and the Collector and try her damnest to undo the damage done. Yayyyyy!!!

Non- Projenitor - Follows LMC in the NP au. Has both PVC and SMC characteristics instead of just SMC. Doesnt get bullied as badly so her social skills are actually pretty damn decent! Older she gets the more manipulative she gets- lowkey becomes a worse version of SMC and her mom. Diversity win! The autistic girl is going to ruin ur life! Aims to be the most beloved in Earthbread, < came from PVC's compassion which turned into compassion just for herself. Both simultaneously the worst AU for her and the best. Constantly has on a (metaphorical) mask and plays a person that she has sold others but shes happy so??? Her and normal au LMC would NOT get along. Apart from the manipulation she's more emotionally regulated than normal au due to LCC actually having a support system and said support system actually having somewhat normal emotions.

Matricide AU (SFW) - AU in which Lavender Cream's mask starts slipping HARD and she becomes more sadistic and self serving than usual to the point that Lavender Milk cannot justify so she gains a 'harm prevention' mindset. SOOOOOOO... she kills her. Yep. Kinda hard to be around someone for 2+ eons and NOT know how to kill them. Lavender Cream is an old lady her dough is kinda stale lol,,, Lavender Milk does get her front facing horn ripped outta her skull though as a last fuck you from dear ol momma and has to deal with the scarring, migraines, actual blindness in an eye but ngl shes lowkey legally blind anyway and what have you for the rest of her life.

HOWEVER! This au has a lotta branches! Because LCC is such a large keystone in her world that LMC killing her has ALOTTA consequences! On top of the fact that LMC would be at her worst mentally, emotionally, and physically during this time period! and i like playing with lmc like a doll lolololol i be putting this autistic girl in situations

!But no one came! - After killing her mother LMC decides the reforming beasts are also apart of the problem- following her harm prevention mindset and philosophy, whos to say they wont be corrupted again? And on top of that, its unfair to the other cookies were traumatized by the beasts to see them reformed. Sooo she goes on a little quest... to kill them. No direct order but probably Eternal Sugar Cookie first (LCCs death hadnt reached her yet) since auntie so her guard would be down, Burning Spice Cookie since by this time the ancients and beasts would get the idea of wtf is going on so Golden Cheese Cookie would go with her buddies to investigate leaving him alone, Mystic Flour Cookie for no other reason except shes healing from the fight with BSC, Silent Salt and finally.... Shadow Milk Cookie. Angst!! Yippie!!! After murking him she takes all their souljams and herself and isolates herself in her office at the Blueberry Academy- still sending lesson plans via magic but having most of her magic focused on keeping others OUT. Bc shes having... thoughts. Worries. How can she make sure others dont get their souljams and use it for evil? So she eats them. Just goobles them up. And automatically Does Not Feel Good. Her magic gets tripled ten times over but at the cost of her body slowly killing itself from the inside out... which she is okay with. After finalizing her future lesson plans, leaving a letter for the next headmistress and her letters to the Ancients- explaining what and why she did All That, she reaches inside the soft dough of her neck, pulls out her small- almost faux- and pitiful souljam, and eats it. So no one can use any of their powers to harm cookies the way her family did.

(SFW) Hello, Professor Lavette! (Welcome to Demon School Iruma Kun) - Whoops! Lavender Milk Cookie has woken up in the Babyls Infirmary being watched over by Balam who!! Is!! So Fascinated!!!! And Deeply Uncomfortable/Troubled when LMC is genuinely upset that shes alive and just starts Ranting about Everything. Shit happens and Surprise! Professor Lavette, Head of the Foreign Magic Department is born! Happens b4 Sullivan adopts Iruma. She confides in Iruma about where shes from in his first year during one of his anxiety moments/panic attacks and swears that no matter what happens she'll help him reach his dream. One of the more favored teachers due to her actual love of the subject, willingness to help students, and general mature (and maternal) aura around her. HORRIFIC anger though,, witches help the six fingers once she gets her hands on them,, holds a special kind of hatred for Atori. Gets along swimmingly with the other teachers, even Kalego! (Mostly due to her natural affinity/connection to cake hounds due to her momma- who knew it translated to any other canine!) Adores most classes but has a special place in her heart for the Misfits class due to their personalities reminding her so much of the few cookies she would hesitantly call friends in her younger years.

(SFW) The art and love of teaching (Lego Monkie Kid) - Chat my mentor just started beating the shit out of the monster of the week what do i do - IS SHE SINGLE -- Girl was just trying to enjoy death and gets plopped into being a lego tf,, All jokes aside LMC awakes in Megapolis and immediately thinks Mystic Flour is fucking with her due to the similar architecture. She just.. wanders for a bit. Taking in the joy of being in a crowd, of being alone, of being... free. Sure, her plan of death didnt work but hey! Second chances- like all her Auntie's books used to talk about. So, she uses her free time to read, read, and READ- unknowingly befriending Tang when they start debating politics and history. Which leads her to befriending Pigsy and sharing his love for cooking. When MK shows up, LMC (Now calling herself Lavette) takes it upon herself to teach him manners, the way of the world, etc etc. This continues for years- with Lavette picking up a governess job to teach a young Mei- with MK growing up a tiny bit more prone to snark and deadbeat 1000 mile stare he mastered from Lavette. Red Son is... unnerved by Lavette at first, recognizing the fact that she carries herself the same way his mother does- a royal woman with too much sorrow- but quickly befriends her. Wukong and Lavette fucking HATEEEEE each other at first. Worlds most annoying monkey meets the worlds most stubborn cookie. After setting down base, and the two tampering each other, they actually make a decent mom and dad duo to MK,,, complete with the squabbling. Too bad they both refuse to think of the other in that light. Shit kinda hits the fan when Lady Bone Demon brings up Lavette's entire... thing and whoops now everyone knows ur 1) immortal 2) technically a serial killer and 3) wtf do u mean u committed suicide and 4) OMG DID WE MAKE U COMMIT CANNIBALISM (< made cookies)

Empress Lavender Milk Cookie- In which she stops at her mother! Despite literally bleeding from the head she tells her kingdom of her crimes and awaits punishment. 1000000+ social credit bc no one gave a shit- if anything most saw HER as empress already due to her taking over for public appearances and meetings. Would be given the silent treatment by most of the beasts and a few of the ancients for a couple of months tho,,, Shadow Milk Cookie doesnt talk to her until two years have passed and he floats into her office while shes slumped over, asleep, and gently covers her with a blanket he had been making and a little plush doll of her all grown up- to match the one he had made for her before her birth. Unironically one of the best endings for her. She is a fantastic ruler and sees it as an extension of teaching.

!! Nedra !! GENUINELY one of my most horrendous ocs. I fucking hate her (Affectionately). Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss oc. In life she was a psychiatrist for the rich and powerful who sexually predated on her clients and then blackmailed them if they ever displeased her. Born in 1903 and died in 1953 at 49 years old- still heavily influenced by the fashion and still holds some outdated political views from then. After dying she found herself in Hell and partnered with a pharmaceutical company in order to make better, actual working meds (HC that Hell has *wonderful* drugs but sinners who have mental disorders arnt affected by the ones that will help said mental disorders- so Nedra, who takes meds for ADHD (Read: Amphetamines bc adderal really wasnt a thing b4 the 80s/90s), feels the hit immediately) and kills the CEO in order to take his place. Flashforward a good couple of years and she's one of the strongest in Hell and a pretty powerful Overlord due to her contracts both from her company and clientel. She still sexually predates on clients and is now lowkey WORSE since she has power behind her that she didn't when she was alive. Kinda anglerfish lookin due to one of her biggest sins being Envy. The evil older bisexual woman ppl strawman about lol. FUCKING HATESSSSSS VALENTINO for the sole reason that his victims arn't fun to fuck around with due to him,,, only 'fun' one shes encountered is Angel Dust and they have a fucked up sexual relationship where she is both his biggest tormentor and biggest supporter. Actively triggers her patients ptsd or what have you during sex just to see them panic. Disgusting sadist i stg. Hates being fully naked. Chainsmoker in life and death. Volunteers at the hotel as a therapist as a kinda long term investment in order to get new, fresh patients that arnt in the same tax bracket as her usual ones- doesnt personally believe in redemption but she knows what to say to get what she wants,,,, also lowkey there to torment Angel Dust for the shiggles. Wants to get into Charlie's guts due to all the problems that girl has but (isnt gonna spend 50k-) is lowkey terrified of Lucifer. A hidden weeb who hates fanservice and only watches sparkly magical girl anime or cheesy romance anime (Pretty Cure, Fruits basket, Princess Tutu etc,,, dont ask how they get human anime in hell idk Nedra woulda died long b4 anime became main stream in America)

#intro post #noa yaps

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madmadamdax · 5 months ago

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A time line.

End of July 2022 my brother dies a traumatic and sudden death related to cancer. I have to move my Mom, and buy a house. Something I am not ready for.

September 2022 I am pushed towards buying a house with my friends/roommates. Our loan service ghosts us after we do 50/50 earnest money down with multiple assurances that we got this house in the bag. We lose the earnest money.

Oct 2022 i talk with these friends that we may not live together. One of them starts crying and says that they feel I won't be their friend if we stop living together. My Mom is not coping with my brother's death well and is alone. I am sick. I pay for my friends children's school supplies.

Nov 2022 I am so sick. I've gained so much weight from stress I've jumped 2 clothing sizes. I pay for a uhaul and flights to move my mother. The friend that can drive backs out of going. I pay for another flight for the other friend because I need the help. I am deliriously ill.

Thanksgiving 2022 I have closed on a house big enough for me, my mom, my 2 friends. Their 2 kids. Their 2 cats. My cats. My dog. My mom's two dogs and one cat. I max out my credit card to fix plumbing to the tune of 20,000. In July I had 4k on the card.

Dec 2022 I am still recovering from being so ill. During DnD, their child in 5th grade has a screaming freak out over paint. My Mom asked if one of the friends were going to step in and address it. I said we can take a break. They declined to take a break. They got up to scream at the child. The child spilled a bottle of craft paint and needed help cleaning it. I now have a large solid blob of paint in my living room carpet.

Jan 2023 one friend broke his foot. I took on paying all food, utilities, and mortgage. I had been asking for 900$ a month from them for rent. One friend pressured me for money, that I promised I owed them their portion of the earnest money.

Feb 2023 I had them sign a lease agreement. One of them moved out immediately with the kids. This one also stopped talking to me. I approached them once, expressing that I missed talking with them. They were very defensive and guarded. At this time, they stated they couldn't take all of their stuff and negotiated a sale of their stuff to me for reduced rent. *this is important. All I really cared about was the air fryer and mixer.*

March 2023, the one still living with me, started gaslighting and lying to me. I stopped feeding him.

June 2023 I reached a breaking point with the hostility and passive aggression from people in had considered friends. So I removed them both from the DnD campaign i was running. I also stated i wanted no further contact with either of them. At the time in my mind, they still had renters rights, which was different from getting booted from a dnd table, but they acted like I gave them an eviction notice.

At the time, I just told mutual friends that the friendship was over, and I didn't want to talk about it. Because I didn't. I liked these people. I thought we were friends. Things got toxic all around, and it was incredible how once they left, I stopped being so stressed. I left mutual groups because I didn't want to make them chose, and I joked they got them in the divorce.

The one that had been here had me so freaked out i called the cops about a civil stand by and bought security cameras.

As he moved stuff out he took items that had been part of the negotiations for lower rent. The air fryer and mixer. I told him I would take him to court for this. He told me I owed him the 5k earnest money he put up on a house we didn't get.

After he left i put it in writing to make arrangements for their things.

Fall 2023, i sent a demand letter. They had a lawyer send one back. Their lawyer doesn't spell my name right. Their lawyer is the allegedly abusive father of one of them. The one that will "never be left alone with my children".

I hire my own lawyer.

Winter 2023

I find baby pictures of their children. My lawyer tells me they don't want the baby pictures unless I pay shipping. I refuse and ask my lawyer to confirm they are OK losing the baby pictures. According to my lawyer, they pay.

Spring 2024

I move forward with suing them in small claims. I fill out the forms with my lawyer and we file. My state has strict response deadlines. My lawyer prepared me.

Day of the trial, I open and ask the judge to dismiss based on the fact that they didn't file the response in time. My motion to dismiss is granted.

I am still filled with a lot of pain and anger. I feel used when I think about them because like the incident with the carpet, they would let other people step in to fix the problems and string you along with little nuggets of nice. I think for the small claims, because my state makes you file on your own, they just thought the lawyer dad would do it. And when they realized they had to the one put it off or was used to getting passes.

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jelloujelly · 1 year ago

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PART VII - Another Body, Another Life

Fyrligh pulled and strained frantically at her shackles, biting back tears that threatened to flow down her face. Matiz did nothing to alleviate the burning, watching the matter lap at her frail figure with sickening glee. As if this was all just a mere.. Game. Lives were at stake, and he’s playing with them like insignificant toys.

“Puh-please,” she begged, “m-make it sto-stop..”

He didn’t reply, just continued smiling down at her. He wouldn’t stop this for the world. Not until he got what he wanted- Until he’s erased each and every single imperfection, each flaw he saw in her. Until she could stop crying, and take it all in. Like a good girl. A good girl she was raised to be. The cold, tainted Void inched farther up her skin, completely coating the tips of her toes now. There was less and less room for her to run to- So why not take the easy way out and run? Run towards the Keiyan and be accepted as its holder.. As HIS protector. ..No. Over her used, already-dead body. A life? On a child!? That was pure insanity if she had any say about this. Fyrligh wasn’t letting Matiz get his way so soon- Even if it meant she had to suffer through it. No. Vu had taught her better. She wasn’t letting her big sis down any time soon. ..if she still was alive, that is. Wherever Fyrligh was now- It clearly wasn’t of the Oasis. It felt new. Too new. Like she had jumped forward into a whole new timeline. The only familiar things were Matiz, the layout of the lab, whatever the heck Matiz was doing right now, and the alluring glow of the blue orb. It knew her, and called her home. “Just accept it, my dear. It’ll all go faster-.. And you won’t need to spend more hours in the lab, with lil ole me. I know how much you h a t e~ The serum.” Bitter. Fishy. Sticky on her body, in her throat. Wrong inside her. She could feel the chill running through her veins. The side-effects. Mere recalls just made her shudder. Not to mention the odd stink, and if there leftovers be- How flaky it felt when it dried. He’s left it on her many times before in the Oasis. Not even bothering to clean her up- Since it did heal her. Burns, scratches, bruises, scars- All gone with a few dabs, a few injections. Fyrligh loathed it all. At how.. Easy it seemed. Someone gets hurt, most likely her. Boom, Rissanc. Get better in a few hours to a few days, depending on the injury, dosage, and the tactic used to administer said chemical. Where was the pain? The natural healing process? The growth? At this point, let her be a ragdoll. Used to one’s pleasure.

The matter had already reached up her legs, ever-so-slowly painting her skin in dark, molten hues. Specks of color, yet dull and muted due to being mixed in with Void. Impure. Unwhole. Abnormal. Mutant. Freak. It was all she was, all she’s known, and all she’ll ever be. Nothing would change.

———

Or is that really how it ought to end? Everything will change. You should know.. Being who you are. Am I right, S e r. . . …

The quiet beeping of her computer brought Polar from her nap, a few notes fluttering to the floor with her slow rousing. Gods, her head.. She needed to take a painkiller, stat. The raven-haired woman groaned, brushing away a few stray locks from her face, quickly popping a pill and downing it with a sip of- Ahh, good old lemonade. It had lost its cool over the night, but hey, still drinkable. Making her way to the table, Polar pulled the flasks from their trays, sitting down, dark brown eyes absentmindedly scrolling through the stats and vitals. Everything seemed normal- From the hemoglobin to the leukocytes. There was a higher count of WBC, but that made sense since the redhead was attacked on that night and was still probably healing. Maybe she still was. Polar hoped the redhead was alright. She wasn’t going out of her lab lately- Not to mention the lack of explosions, yells, or faint sounds of destroying crystal. And with Rou? That was saying a lot. It was like she was bracing herself for.. Something. For what, she wasn’t exactly sure. Maybe it had something to do with her request? Right- Rou asked to check for chems and hCG.

“C’mon, c’mon, I know I added you in here-”

Ah.

Well, this certainly was something new.

Wonder how she’ll take this? Polar dragged her cursor over the information that Roulette asked for, before hooking her computer to the printer. Sure, the raven-haired woman could just walk on over and tell her the news, but that just seemed dull and unprofessional. It wasn’t much of a wise idea, keeping someone waiting- But there was just more finality, in having papers ready to be presented. May the stars strike her down for this.

———

“No, no, no, no, no, no. It- It can’t be.” Rou’s hands shook, as she glared straight at the screen, tears pricking the sides of her eyes. This had to stop. Matiz has been known to go the lengths for his experiments- But GODS. This? This was too far. Too far- For the both of them. ..how long has he had her? How has she not known about this- That she wasn’t.. The original? Well- Nilly was a given, of course, but- She couldn’t handle it. The redhead turned away from the screen, willing herself to face away from the child- Her child self. Oh, that sick fucker. He was gonna use herself against her. The kid as the Keiyan’s holder- Stars, what was he thinking!? Gaddammit. He knew. He knew she couldn’t bear to touch kids. Much less.. Her own self. One she could change for the better. Her stomach turned and clenched, making her feel queasier than ever- Her legs buckling from underneath her as she resisted the urge to vomit- Again. Gods, she hated this so much. She was so.. Sensitive to everything. Smells, noises, even textures- If Matiz was asking her to actually mother the child- He was mistaken. No, Roulette would never see herself as such, having none herself. That was Nilly’s job. Being kind, nurturing, protective- Those were traits that she had. But having the gall, the mentality, the responsibility to raise and train a child? How can you expect her to do that when she barely raised herself? Back at the island, it was Vu from the start- And Rou to the end. Vulpes, her older sister. The one who took Rou and raised her- For both her bodies. How much did she know? How far did she go to hide that fact from her childish mind? ..Like she hid so many others. ‘She’s.. What?’ ‘The town hole, Fyrligh. Our mother is a whore. Why else do the other guys look at us like we’re pieces of meat?’ ‘..Cause we’re pretty.’ The brunette in front of the scrawny redhead barked a laugh, throwing her head back before ruffling the kid’s hair. ‘We are pretty. But we’re also not objects. If anyone around ya is being treated as such- Run. To them. And kick their ass outta that mindset, you hear me? No one deserves that.’ ‘O-okay, Vu.’ ‘Atta girl.’ No one deserves being treated as an object for another’s pleasure. Roulette didn’t want to do this- But if worse comes to worse, then this she gotta do. She won’t lay down and do nothing- Not with this fucking kid in that hellhole- Not with all these annoying ass dizzy spells, headaches, and urges to dig up a burrow and stay there for eternity.

Picking up her phone, she scrolled down through her contacts, and pressed SEND. Ugh. No going back now, Rou. ——— It was a tight spot that he was in right now. To his right stood a swordsperson, alert and watching his every move. His front, a badger, large and fierce, ready to pounce at any moment. There was no way for him to retreat, and it was unclear whether the left was safe for him to tread. From the outside eye, it seemed like all hope was lost for this skeleton.

Not to fret. He knew what to do.

Taking a few steps to the left, he stretched his arm out sideways- Gentle, calm. The badger narrowed its eyes at him, unsure of this new change. He snapped his fingers together, urging the animal to come closer. Free meat was free meat.

Don’t wait. Just.. Strike.

B-BEEP B-BEEP B-BEEP

The holographic scene around him faded away, and Matiz had to suppress a groan. His hand whipped back, ready to strike- But he held himself back when he saw the words floating mid-air before him. The mixed metal dog in front of him flinched, its ears pinning back slightly as the skeleton leaned closer to read them. Parts of tainted, human nature still shone within his creation.. Disgusting. It was bad enough that he had the eyes and hair. But the personality… It disgusted Matiz.

“There, there, R30N. It was a notification, nothing serious,” he softly crooned, words dipped in sarcastic sweetness. “But trust me, if you did do that on purpose- Which I know you wouldn’t, for I programmed you to follow all orders-”

A small blob of Tainted Void appeared in his palm, floating innocently before being roughly squashed by long, sharp phalanges, the matter dripping through the hole in his hand to the floor.

“You know the consequences.”

The dark-plated creature before him whined softly, before backing away, leaving Matiz’s phone on the counter. The latter scoffed. Pathetic. Still a boy. Guess there are some things that don’t change, even with mass training.

That doesn’t concern him anymore, however. What did was the message that came from an unknown number.

- USER_1487 IS TYPING… - USER_1487: Let her go. ME: Oh? Or what? USER_1487: You’ll have hell to pay. ME: I’ve been there already. USER_1487: Not my hell. ME: I’ll watch for you. I made your hell, anyway. ME: Don’t worry. I’ll make it as painful as I can for you. You made my hell, thus I shall repay my debt.

Closing the messaging app, Matiz couldn’t stop himself from breaking into laughter. HAH! He got her, he actually got the damned girl in his hands. Silly girl.

Walking straight~! Into the bear’s den.

———

“So your- Ugh- Plan here, is to barge right into the snake’s den, waltz through his burrows, grab the kids, and get out.” Nilly drew a sharp breath, her face contorting in a wince as her hand went to press lightly on her torso. She brought her free hand up however when Rou started towards her, making the redhead freeze in place. “And one of those kids.. Is a child you, who is somehow preserved and still functional after- What now, a hundred and twenty-something years?” “Yep.” The onyx-haired woman smacked her lips, before blowing out a sigh. Gods, this damned badger. “I’m taking it. What do we do?” Rou shook her head, rummaging through her bag and placing a few papers down for the latter to pick up and read. “Not ‘we,’ Nils. Me. You’re gonna sit there and play chauffeur.”

Excuse? Just because Nilly had a burning, aching pain in her side, just because the Void was unstable, just because she’s been feeling a little moody lately- And the former decides that she couldn’t assist her on this mission? ..It made sense, though. The Voidborne was too much of a risk to actually use- And due to how often the burns happen nowadays, Nillyx would be more a liability than an asset. All she could do was wait, watch, and warn in her state. Her eyes filled with resolution, faint hints of sullenness poking through as they scanned the papers. They were a mixed margin of notes and observations- Giving insight on how the redhead was to break herself out. “You’re the Keiyan?” “..Seems Matiz-y enough. Cams I set up detected bluish light in the back corner. Whole place was Voided. I saw the kid in the middle, trying to hold herself together.” The Guardian perked up at that. Using Void to force another into submission- A child. It was sick. But then again, that was Matiz. A twisted, vile thing who only seeks his own success, regardless of the outcome of others. That was the light Rou painted him in- A hue of truth. “..Hey. Nilly.” A firm hand on her shoulder pulled out of her thoughts, the muddled haze around her mind clearing out, as garnet eyes met darkest of hickory. “I understand, Rou. What matters, is that you and the kids are safe.” Rou kept looking at her. Man. She knew her too well. “..And maybe secure the Keiyan as well.” “Knew it.” The redhead rolled her eyes, shaking her head at the other before lightly patting her shoulder. A look of understanding was exchanged between the two, before they stepped away from each other. The night was young. There were things waiting to happen- Maybe history to be made.

The bell, nestled safely in her pocket was just a reminder of that. Nillyx had found the thing attached to her clip the night after the Gala. She had a faint memory of the dog gently pushing it in her clip, before laying down beside her. Even through all that change- He was still just a boy. Who still remembers, even by a bit. Areon, I’ll get you back. Even if you aren’t the boy I once knew, you’re still my son.

———

Dragging her fingers up the sides of her leg, Fyrligh marveled at how smooth the transition was. From pale, wrinkled, and sickly- Obvious signs of rot and decay- Drifting up into bright, sallow, yet somewhat healthy skin. She softly picked at the puckered tissue, watching it tear away bit by bit the more she prodded. It didn’t hurt much, though. Just.. Numbness. A small bang sounded from above, making her flinch. ..Must probably be the dog getting punished again. The kid couldn’t help but feel sorry for the thing. Its eyes were too warm, too bright, too.. Too human. He probably was.

“Rou called him Areon. I wonder who he was before Matiz. Before.. R30N.” She sighed, leaning her head against the wall, recounting the events of the past few weeks. Besides when she first woke up, nothing new happened. Days started to fade into a repetitive blur, mundane. Without change, just moving in a cycle of experiments, failures, and the cold, yet alluring glow of the Keiyan- Welcome me. Accept me as your whole. I’ve chosen you. Fyrligh shook her head, a sharp ringing filling her ears as the whispers poked and prodded at her brain. They just kept growing louder each time she was exposed- The ringing becoming worse the longer she stayed within a 10 foot radius of the stone. She couldn’t keep resisting the call. It was what she was brought here to do, to be. The girl knew that much. But it still didn’t feel right. Shouldn’t she at least have a choice? She was still her own person. Just because she was sold at birth, revived, killed, RErevived, and genetically preserved for the stars know how long doesn’t mean that she gets to be completely owned by some mother…fucker. Huh. She never swore before. Not even in her thoughts. Felt right. Matiz technically did do her biological mom. As well as over half the males in the village- Dare she say all? Town hole, they called her. Town holes were her female offspring. That’s what happened to her three elder sisters- Including Vu. All shipped away to older men, newer worlds. Fyrligh always wondered what lie on the outside of her Oasis. Guess she’ll never know- Seeing as her life was practically stuck in this..

“Damned lab.” A new voice. Fyrligh perked up, hand moving to the scalpel she hid under a piece of loose flooring. For a high-end lab, Matiz took care to put her in one of the ugliest rooms ever. And not just ugly- Hella cold, too. But it made sense, since it was close to the Void.. And the room where the Keiyan is stored. Just next door. A shadow loomed from outside, sliding from the small gap under the door. Closer, closer- Reaching forward and coating the tips of her legs in the darkness. Tall, lean, and menacing- Although not as skinny as Matiz. There was obvious hair in the silhouette- Possibly human. Or bot. The person froze, tilting their head, before backing away, only the top of their head poking from under the door. It fell quiet. Too quiet. But Fyrligh heard it. The quiet rumbling of something from below. It wasn’t around her- But it was eerily close. It snaked around the walls, the doors- Scanning, searching for something. And then crystal formed around the loose floorboard. The child flinched, scalpel pointed at the foreign matter with shaking hands, garnet eyes wide as she tried to make her way to the far edge of the room- But she fell through the floorboards, falling and flailing through the air instead. Her mouth opened to let out a panicked yelp- But was muffled by a rough, calloused hand. The former raised her scalpel to strike- But was found holding nothing. Her body was tense as she wriggled against her captor- Her other hand finding its way behind her back, being held close by the silhouette. “Hey- hey- Shut. I’m trying to get you out here.” ..Rou?

“I’m gonna let you go now. Don’t run.”

With a small nod, the child was placed gently on the cool marble tile, being spun around to face the latter. It was.. Unreal, seeing herself so.. Different. It was like looking into a mirror- Only the mirror reflected the future. Even the voice was alike- Just deeper, more mature- With a rasp, and a silly mix of an accent. She could hear the undertones of the Oasis embedded in the dips and the way her voice trembled ever-so-slightly at the ends- Mixed with something else. The city’s hold, perhaps.

But one thing that blew her off wasn’t how boyish she seemed, or how many scars that littered her arms. It was the eyepatch. A large flower, seeming to bloom from the skin itself- It was such a pretty little thing. But what lied under? What happened to the garnet orb?

“My eye’s a long story. Let’s just say.. The experiments didn’t stop from Matiz.”

The former sighed, running a hand through her hair, before nodding at the kid.

“C’mon. Do you know where the Keiyan is?”

“..We can’t take it. I-if it’s removed from the Void- It’ll just call the Void closer, opening the hole. Matiz will get stronger this way. It’s best to c-confine it.”

Fyrligh can feel the stares. She was thinking, judgemental of whether to accept this new information. Fyrligh could tell. She should know herself.. Right?

“Whatever you say, kid. Let’s go. We can’t waste any more time standing around or someone might find us.”

“R-right.”

———

ALERT! UNIDENTIFIED PERSON SPOTTED NEAR [ KEEPER ] QUARTERS DISPATCH IMMEDIATELY

So far, nothing.

R30N didn’t want to deal with this. He was oddly exhausted- Wanting for a safe, warm spot to curl up and.. Read? Be read to? A hazy memory of a crackling fire came to mind, a toothy grin in front of him- Patchy hands bearing papers and stickers, placing them on what seemed to be his face. He felt his mouth lift up at that. There were so many questions rolling through his circuit board. And so far- All he’s gotten were more questions than answers. Matiz kept his files locked up tight. He couldn’t find anything online about Nillyx, either. No social media accounts- There were subscriptions to stuff like Yefflix, Mawmazon, normal adult-y stuff. Minus the ‘adult-y’ stuff. But besides that- She was as clear to him as his past was. Which was, in fact, not at all clear. More like staring into a stone wall.. A dull, smooth stone wall. No edges, cracks, bumps- No crystal shards lining the floor- Wait. That wasn’t there before. The room where the Keiyan’s vessel was stored was empty. No trace of the kid- Just a mound of crystal under a floor..board? The build of the room was completely different from the build of the hallway beyond. The quality seemed to deteriorate- Becoming shabbier, more humble. As if a part of a shack was placed smack dab in the middle of a mansion. It was just a metal box with a dingy light above- A small dresser standing to the side, a smaller cot laying to the other side of the room. ..This is how she lived? R30N’s ears perked up suddenly. There was a sound of a click, and a woosh. Quiet whispers echoed throughout the hallway- And just beyond, he could hear the faint humming of the city. A window hung open at the end of the hallway. Coming closer, he could see a rickety-looking staircase of crystal flowing down- Two redheaded figures making their way to a grey van parked on the other side of the street. R30N winced at the thought of having to go down those bumpy-looking stones- But if he had to, he would. Front paws out- He did not like this not one bit- They landed softly on the crystal. Down, down, down he went- Stumbling and fumbling a bit. Gods he hated walking like this- MADE IT. THANK THE STARS. His ears twitched, numbers and scraps of code flashing before his eyes, hindering his vision, making him freeze. He couldn’t. Not now. He had to get to the van, too.

PROCESSING DATA. OBJECTIVES: - ATTACK UNIDENTIFIED USER - ATTAIN THE VESSEL - RETURN TO [ CREATOR ] Matiz: PROCEED.

..No. He was done following this stupid code. Outsider or not- They were still human. They get choices. And so does he. And R30N says no. Matiz: YOU WILL PROCEED. I PROGRAMMED YOU TO DO SO, R30N. DON’T FORGET WHO YOU BELONG TO. The figures grew smaller and smaller.

Matiz: GO AFTER THEM. NOW.

Running. They’re running. They spotted him, and they’re running.

Matiz: YOU WILL BE PUNISHED SEVERELY FOR THIS TRAITOROUS BEHAVIOR.

He didn’t care. If Matiz wasn’t going to budge about his past, then neither would he. Plus, keeping a child in a dingy box did nothing to up his favor points.

Matiz: IT SEEMS YOU AREN’T PAYING ATTENTION. VERY WELL. I SUPPOSE I’LL HAVE TO USE THIS. YOU ARE A DISAPPOINTMENT.

..What? A small tinkle of a bell could be heard, drifting from above, reaching s t r a i g h t- Into his core. No. A shudder ran through the dog’s body, from the tips of his ears to the ends of his tail. No, no, no. Don’t lose control. Not now. Not while.. They’re so close. But his body refused his calls, taking large, pained bounds forward. A growl exited from his mouth- But he didn’t recall ever letting it loose.

R E T R I E V E T H E V E S S E L

No.

E L I M I N A T E U N I D E N T I F I E D U S E R

No, no, this wasn’t what he wanted. This wasn’t- No, no, no. Teeth bared, gnashing, clawing- The sound of metal grinding, whirring, echoing in his ears. Yells. A scream. Grunts of pain- The faint taste of iron coating his lips. No. No. No. Please. Stop. He felt a dull pain go through his left shoulder, and he staggered back, grunting softly as crystal bullets pierced his exoskeleton. Waves of smooth stone pushed him back roughly- And R30N found himself on his back, warning signals flashing in his eyes.

Matiz: GET UP. THEY’RE ESCAPING.

..He had no more energy to do so. Red lights blared in the corners of his vision- The last thing he saw before blacking out was a limp body, being carried into the van- Before it zoomed away. ..At least.. They got away. That’s what mattered.

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Fem reader

You looked up at the bright blue sky, your eyes following the peaceful clouds, wishing your life could drift on as smoothly as the clouds on the vast jade blue sky. You decided to get up, your hair undoing the ponytail you had it in. You looked around you at the bland, blank, faceless buildings. There, my house! You thought as your eyes landed on the painting of your long gone dog, a scruffy golden retriever, on the one side of your building wall. You got up, your feet slightly dragging, roughing up the tips of the boots you got from gramps. You quickly grabbed the news at the door step as you opened your baby blue door, entering your house to read said news.

"Hey, I'm home bubs!" you called to the dark house, your cat coming up to you, meowing as he rubbed along your legs. You turned to the kitchen, opening the cabinet to get the cat food. You poured the bag of food into the bowl. You took off your shoes on your way to the door to turn the lights on. You sat down at the table, opening the news and petting your cat as you read on. STRAW HAT LUFFY BACK AFTER TWO YEARS! was the first thing to greet your eyes as you read on.

"So, he's back?" you sighed, remembering the first day you saw their crew. You closed the paper, having had enough of it for the day. You picked up your cuddly black Maine Coon cat. His fur was always so silky soft, you could never get enough of staring into his heterochronic brown and green eyes as he purred. You slept soundly after petting him for about 20 minutes.

KNOCK KNOCK

You got up, jolting away from your cat. You open the door to a few people standing outside your house, the bland people of this village. The lady, mayor, spoke first.

"You brought this terrible fortune upon us!" she screamed, pointing at the news.

"What?" you said, dazed from sleep.

"You caused the Straw Hats to come back from the grave you demon child!" she yelled at me. This was common, they always ridiculed you after you ate the Neko Neko no Mi, Model: Nekomata (Cat-Cat fruit: Two tailed cat). The two-tailed cats always brought misfortune, you were accepted nowhere without some form of getting blamed for everything that has gone wrong. You decided this was enough, you slammed your door and grabbed your cat, jumping out through the window, you escaped as they screamed and started burning your house down. You ran off to the snow points of the village where they would never chase you, nobody but a furry creature could live there so you were forced to transform...

You have been there for over 3 weeks. Only partner, your cat. You padded back, a hare in your mouth to feed both of you. Your tails swayed along the snow, clearing a soft patch but it quickly got snowed over. You entered the dark cave, curling up with your dark cat, you could tell he was getting old, your energy told you. You let him eat the hare first, eating the leftovers. I'm sorry we have to live like this... You thought to him as you dozed off.

You heard screaming from the village, the pirate alarm going off, waking you quickly as they often threw you as a sacrifice but today would be different, you could feel it in your bones and this time they cant throw you to the pirates. You stepped out of the cave, looking at the ship, a big lion on the front of it and the jolly roger had a skull with a straw hat on it. You went back in to wake up your cat. You nudged him but he wouldent respond, you felt his temperature and he was cold... Deathly cold... You buried your face in your best friend's pelt as you mourned. You knew he would want you to go live your best life though, but you couldn't get over this so quickly like he would have wanted... You stayed there for days, lying next to him.

You got up, ready to explore now, you noticed the ship was still there in fact, they were packing up. Your eyes locked onto a reindeer, fourth one you have ever seen in your life, remembering how good they taste you dashed down the mountain after the strange looking reindeer. You locked your jaws onto his back leg and heard a human-like yell as you held onto his leg. He started trying to kick you off, your calico fur flying into the sky as you were flung into the air, yowling.

"Gah, what was that?" he started speaking, your hazel eyes widened.

"You speak too huh?" your voice sounded raspy after not talking for weeks. You hissed at him.

"Prey is prey." you hissed as you felt your hungry stomach getting ready to betray you. You latched onto him again, this time he transformed to pry you off, you refused to come off his leg so he had to knock you out.

You wake up a few days later, feeling completely empty. You felt warm and you could feel your fingers, you were in your middle form, half cat half human. Your fluffy tails swayed a bit, moving a blanket off you. You finally opened your eyes to the inside of a ship, a doctor's room it seems. You get up, wrapping the blanket around your clothe less body. You walked out onto the ship, the bright sun blinding you for a bit as you tripped on your own tail and fell on your face with a loud thud, drawing out someone, you could sense them coming over to you.

"I'm fine, I'm fine!" you hissed at whoever came to check on you. You feel someone try and lift you up but you swatted them away, preferring to just lay there in the sun instead with your ears pinned back. You finally looked up at who decided to try and help and all you saw from the bright sky was a blotch of green. You felt you getting lifted up and set back in the bed you began at as you heard him say something.

"Just stay here till Chopper can get you something." the rough voice said to the still dazed you.

"W...ho Ba..t?" You slurred out. The green blotch left after you said that and was replaced by something brown as they exchanged whispers. You quickly transformed back into your full human form to keep your "curse" hidden away. You rubbed your eyes, everything becoming clear again. You saw some sort of brown yeti sitting next to you.

"How are you feeling?" the somehow familiar voice said to you. You looked so confused and it must have shown.

"I didn't mean to hit you that hard, sorry if there is a little bit of head trauma, I will try to get that fixed up right away." he hurriedly got back to work.

"Wait, no, no, I'm fine." you sat up quickly, your head pounding from how fast you sat up.

"I just have one question," you said, moving an ombre lock out of the way. "Where am I?"

"Oh, your on the Straw Hat pirate ship." he said, turning back to you.

"Oh, ok, can I get something to eat?" you felt your own stomach betraying you.

"Sure, put these on, Nami offered some of her clothes to you." he tossed you some clothes. You hurried into the clothes, they fit quite well, just needed some more room around the back. You took the ponytail holder off your wrist, the only thing that stayed with you through your weeks of transformation, putting your hair up into a messy bun. You darted out to find grass on a ship, GRASS! You looked around, smelling something absolutely delicious! You rushed into that room and came face to face with a cook with some weird twister eyebrows. You backed up a bit, holding the door for him as he stared at you, confused. He continued on his way shouting to Nami and Robin. You ran into the kitchen, taking several dishes, eating them at the table, your stomach feeling content after the third soup and second meat dish. You walked back down to the deck, wondering how this even happened. You looked at a red haired lady, deciding to talk to her.

"Hey," you shouted to her.

"Oh, hello! You're up already?" she smiled at me as I got closer.

"Yeah, are you Nami?" you asked her.

"I am," She looked really happy, sunbathing with a raven-haired woman.

"Thanks for the clothes, but do they have to be so tight and uh... Short?" you asked her.

"Sorry about that, they are the only clothes I really get." she smiled.

"What is your name anyways?" she asked you.

"Oh, I'm [Y/N]." you smiled.

"Nice to meet you, [Y/N]!" she smiled back, seeming super friendly.

"Do you know a green guy?" you decided to ask.

"Oh, Zoro?" she asked you as if you would know.

"Does he have green hair the color of moss?" you asked her back.

"Sure does," she laughed a little, pointing to the Crow's nest.

"He should be up there," she guided you.

"Thanks," you thanked her, deciding to visit the green headed guy, you walked to the Crow's nest, climbing up the ladder. You entered the dim-ish room, seeing a green headed guy sure enough sleeping there. You sat down next to him, transforming into a cat, Nami's clothes falling off your nekomata form. You curled into his lap, purring at the warmth he let off as he slept. You felt yourself drifting off on a full stomach but something awoke you, somebody yelling, he sounded young, no older than 19. You decided to ignore it but Zoro started waking up, he looked a little startled to find a fluffy calico two-tailed cat on his lap with bright hazel eyes that decided to bore into his own eyes. He picked you up, setting you to the side so he could get up and go down to the yelling captain.

You got out of your cat form, putting Nami's clothes back on to follow the man down. It took you a good while to muster up the courage to go down there. So when you were climbing down you unknowingly slipped back into your middle form, your most comfortable form. You stepped lightly onto the grass as someone screamed from behind you.

"FOUND HER!" the captain screamed as about 8 others flocked to you. You only noticed the brown yeti, Nami, and the raven-haired woman and behind the brown yeti was Zoro. You looked scared, freaked out from the smiling captain. You transformed into your nekomata form and scrambled across the ship, climbing on top of the mast in fear.

"WAIT COME BACK! IM LUFFY AND WILL YOU JOIN OUR CREW?" the captain screamed up at you before stretching out his arms to grab you. You yowled and hissed, clawing and biting at him, his skin felt weird, almost rubber like. You managed to escape his grasp and you clamped down on your clothes and darted off into a random room. You quickly transformed back and locked the door to change back into the clothes. You looked into a mirror of the bathroom, looking at how the clothes hugged your frame, feeling uncomfortable in such revealing clothes in front of a bunch of strangers.

You exited the bathroom, your middle form coming back again because of your nervousness. You looked at Nami, your hazel eyes staring into her eyes, telling her you don't feel very comfortable in front of these other pirates. She walked up beside you introducing you to the others, then she pointed at a moving skeleton than somehow got up close to you, bowing and speaking to you.

"May I see your-" Brook got kicked by Nami.

"No, you may not!" Nami yelled at him.

"Now, [Y/N] will you join my crew?" Luffy asked almost immediately.

"Can I take a little bit of time..." your ears pinned back as you thought about what you should say. You thought of your cat, what would he want...

"Ok, I made up my mind, I will, I have no home to get back to." you smiled at Luffy briefly.

PART 2 MAYBE??

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OH DUDE YESSS I love behind the scenes looks at fics Ohh my god 👁👁 What are some of your favorite details/parallels/moments from in memory of that you would love to talk about? (And if they end up tying into other stories feel free to infodump ab that as well I am all ears)

Oh, I'm so glad you asked. *thumps book binder bursting with notes onto table* Get ready, this is gonna get long. Oh, and don't let this folder fool you, this is far from organised. For anyone else following me who hasn't read the story and would like to, warning, there are spoilers ahead:

Okay first of all, there's the 'sunny morning hello' / 'cloudy afternoon goodbye' parallel that you pointed out in your comment. Originally, I put more of a focus on the fact the sun was going down in the last part, because in 'The Ode to Remembrance' there's the line "at the going down of the sun and in the morning, we will remember them", so I wanted to make a subtle reference to that. And also originally it actually started raining after Randall was gone, and Marc took the time to admire it rather than shy away from it; there was a little rainbow and everything.

But! But then my brain was like "why don't we have the story start with Marc meeting his brother, so that the story acts as a chart of Randall from beginning to end, and to give the reader some time with Randall before the cave so they're sad when we inevitably lose him" and welp, couldn't refuse that idea could I? I've always loved first and last lines being a reflection of each other, it scratches an itch in my brain. In the last scene, the sun's still on the process of going down, but I decided to have the clouds part and to have the sun shine of him to represent him making peace with his past, and to show he was allowing himself to move on from that rainy day. I am not immune to pathetic fallacy. (I'll admit, I listened to 'Más Allá Del Sol' a few times while writing the final scene. Thanks to episode 5, I now have a kneejerk reaction to get upset when I listen to it. And also, y'know, the sun motif.)

I personally am very in love with the height chart part. I was trying to think of an image for the header and that came to me with no warning or lead-up (I was in the middle of hugging my mum at the time and gosh, the fact I had to continue acting normal after getting hit with that idea was definitely something. And yes, I do think about my fics while doing normal things. The only problem is that it leads to conversations like this: "oh crap, I'm so sorry, I didn't hear a word of that, I kinda zoned out, I was thinking about Mayan gods" "...Why were you thinking about Mayan gods?" "Uh" *sweats nervously*).

But anyway! The height chart. They mark the passing of time, but they also act as a preservation of what has come before. And of course they're associated with childhood and growing up. Eventually you reach the point where you stop measuring, because you've grown as much as you ever will, and then it remains simply to act as a reminder. Marc's chart is like an old journal entry; you don't remember writing it, or even the context for it, but you know it's your words, written by someone you used to be. But Randall's chart is like an unfinished sentence, (or one that in its shortness tells you everything...'for sale: baby shoes, never worn'). His chart will never be finished, but the indents remain, a reminder of where his story came to a stop.

This is where the Peter Pan inspiration came in. I didn't take inspiration from the story itself, but rather its own inspiration. When J.M. Barrie was 6, his 13 year old brother David died, a day before his 14th birthday. His mother was distraught, having always favoured David, but she took comfort in the idea that he would remain a young boy forever, never growing any older. This concept stuck with Barrie, and he eventually went on to write a story about a boy who would never grow up. In a way, it was his way to cope with what had happened.

For Marc, Randall's youth is a haunting reminder. Marc will grow older, but his brother will always be the same. The distance between them grows with each passing year. As a teenager, there would have come a day that Marc realised his brother had been dead longer than he'd ever been alive. Then that Steven had been around longer. That he'd known Layla longer than he ever knew his brother. Times goes on, and Randall's life in comparison to his own grows smaller and smaller, until it is only a tiny portion, barely a blip. But the marks remain. The distance that time brings only makes it harder for Marc to reach out for who left them in the first place.

The name of the fic was another idea that hit me in the head like a dodgeball to the face (and trust me, I know what that feels like). The working title for a long time was 'to weigh the heart of an albatross', to allude to ‘The Rime of the Ancient Mariner’. In the poem, the titular Mariner shoots down an albatross for really no reason and then, either as a coincidence or as a result of him killing the bird (it's a matter of interpretation), everything goes to shit. The rest of the crew blame him and he is forced to hang the dead albatross around his neck as punishment (and then the crew all die and the Mariner is cursed by Life-in-Death, and is forced to keep living on and suffer as the only survivor, surrounded by the crew's dead bodies, and, well, y'see the connections, yeah?), and I wanted to be like "but see, Marc is the Mariner AND the albatross. He is the guilty man and the one enforcing the guilty. He is burdened, and the burden itself." (The fact Marc was a Marine certainly helped with the idea.)

I also originally wanted the epigraph to be a line from the poem (one contender: 'And they all dead did lie: / And a thousand thousand slimy things / Lived on; and so did I.' Because, survivor’s guilt and all that, and the complete self-hatred in comparing yourself to a ‘slimy thing’. Which as you know in the story, Marc hates..) but none of them fit the way I wanted. I did manage to sneak a sly reference to the albatross with KHONSHU BEING A BIG FUCKING WHITE BIRD HANGING AROUND UNWANTED LIKE A WEIGHT AROUND HIS NECK ENFORCING THE GUILT EVEN FURTHER AND STIFLING JAKE’S FREEDOM. And like, the actual bird Marc sees at the end, flying high.

But then 'in memory of you' came to me, thanks to me thinking about obituaries and such, and since the story is about memory and loss, I thought it was more fitting. I then shortened it to 'in memory of', to make it more open, to have it allude to all the things Marc lost that day. His brother, his innocence, his family. He's living his life in memory of what came before. Around the time of the getting that new title, I also rediscovered the Hill House quote (from an episode aptly named 'Steven Sees a Ghost') and knew it was a perfect fit.

The scene where Marc and Layla are talking about the meaning of their names was in there simply because I found out Layla means "night" and I was like "they really went and called her 'night', huh, in a show called 'Moon Knight...well, I can't let them get away with that, everyone must know." But it is sweet when you think about it, that the Avatar of the Moon god fell in love in with someone named after the night sky. Afterall, the moon shines brightest at night...

Wait. Shit. Oh shit. If that concept shows up in a future fic of mine along with some 'She Walks in Beauty' references you know fucking why.

Anyway. This next detail is actually one I picked up when rewatching the Field of Reeds scene (so many times; I do not particularly enjoying novelising scenes but I knew it was important to explore that scene within the fic itself, as it's an important step towards Marc's self-forgiveness). The way that Taweret says that there is "no danger" there and Marc immediately asks about Steven. Because of course, "when danger is near" and all that. Marc doesn't associate Steven with danger, but rather his safety from it. And when you find safety in something, you keep it close, even when there is no danger near. Because safety is comfort, and comfort is peace. The Field could only offer absence from all things bad, rather than the presence of that which is good, and so of course Marc left. He was never going to find true peace there. He would rather deal with the good and the bad than nothing at all.

Another detail: the movie night choices, because I can't ever just pick a random movie or song and be fine with that, no, no, I have to pick one with meaning. Silly writer brain. Anyway, the movies! If you seen 'The Bridge to Terabithia', I think you'll know why I chose that one; the synopsis literally has '(the imaginary world) helps Jess to escape and cope with a tragedy.' And like...the tragedy itself. 🙃 It's been years since I first watched and I'm still not okay. And 'The Lion King'...well, *gestures at the scene where Simba finds his dad's dead body* *gestures at Scar blaming Simba* *gestures at the years Simba spends trying to escape his past*. Guilt is a very huge part of that movie. Not that Steven would've picked up on that. Just like in 'Absent Place', he does a lot of things subconsciously; using muscle memory he can't remember forming, crying over things he can't remember hurting him, seeing the ghost of a boy he doesn't recognise. There's a blindfold around his eyes, but he keeps swinging the bat anyway, trying to hit the piñata, not knowing where it is or even why he's doing it at all.

Speaking of Steven, I wanted to make his interactions with the ghost distinctly different, to highlight the impact that Marc's guilt has on how he perceives things. With Marc, Randall is very much the epitome of a ghost, lurking in corners and doing nothing but watching. Marc has come to the conclusion that the ghost shows up to remind him of his pain, rather than realising the ghost shows up because he's in pain. But with Steven, Randall acts more natural, almost like a very quiet but kind child. Steven doesn't try to push him away, and he doesn't see him as a source of guilt, but rather comfort and companionship, so Randall acts accordingly.

(I kinda explored the idea of ghosts being shaped by our perception of them once before in a Lucifer fic I wrote a few years back which has, uh, well, a lot of thematic similarities to 'in memory of'. Like, a lot. Grief, guilt, ghosts, hiding in a fantasy, the past lingering. So, yeah, I don't get new ideas, I just pull out my old ones and put new clothes on them.)

But eventually, with the help of Layla and Steven, Marc slowly but surely starts to see past the wall of guilt his mother forced him to build up, and to remember his brother for who he truly was. That's why, by the last scene, when Marc sees him, Randall is swinging his legs and staring up at the sky, acting more like the child he is. Because Marc no longer sees him as something to dread, like you would a ghost, or as a condemnation. He sees his little brother, he sees him crying, and he goes over to give him one last word of comfort: I'm okay. I'm going to be okay. You can go now. Thank you for keeping your promise too.

Jeez, wow, okay, I told you this would be long but I wasn't expecting it to be this long. If you've made it this far, great job. Why don't we tie this whole ramble up with the most behind-the-scene detail of all: the notes I wrote when the idea first came to me, on the 23rd of July. Back when I thought it was really was just going to be 10 scenes.

My notes are usually more...coherent, but it was late at night and I just needed to get the thoughts down. Still, it's fun to see what stayed and what evolved through the writing process, and obviously everything that got added in, because there was a lot that was added in. I salute you Past Me, for ever thinking this would be a short enough story to have roman numerals denoting each part.

Alright, that's definitely enough rambling. I hope you've enjoyed me dumping all my brain's contents onto you. It was fun verbalising some of my thought processes to you and having the chance to explain some of stuff that wasn’t really made explicit in the writing itself. Thank you for the ask! :D

#ask #moon knight #meta #this counts as meta right?#long post #long fucking post #i told you you'd regret asking #when you get me going i fucking go i am an unstoppable object #especially about my writing #i am a child jumping up and down and pointing at my painting and going #did you see did you see #and you are the teacher patting me on the head going #yes dear it's lovely why don't you tell me why the curtains are blue #i love explaining symbolism and writing choices. so much so i had three english classes in my senior years of high school. shocking i know #and i was the only person in my entire year to take those classes too #that's right i had the awful nervewracking privilege of sitting alone in a classroom with no one else but the teacher #if they asked a question i had to answer #but at least the questions were about books and movies #those extra english classes are why i know so many bloody capital R Romantic poems anyway #i literally went back to my old school notes to gather some ancient mariner symbolism for the story #and uh if you ever see me writing about Jake and his kinship to Frankenstein's monster and how he's been treated....you know who to blame #the absent place had many underlying influences from things i learnt: the yellow wallpaper. plato's cave allegory. edgar allan poe's stuff #smoke and mirrors alternatively was inspired by media with magic mirrors: 'football' adventure time. sorceror's apprentice. infinity train #i like to hoard stories in my mind until i can steal them for parts #they are the foundations upon which i build #ANYWAY #thank you again for the ask i am sending you even more hearts #( ○w○)_💜💜💜💜

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