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photogirl894 · 1 year ago

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Sun and Rain Part 2: Age of the Empire

Chapter 32

"The Gamble"

A "Bad Batch" fanfic!

Pairing: Hunter x fem OC, Echo (more best friend pairing)

A/N: Well, I know I said I was gonna wait until all my celebration requests were done...but turns out, I lied! 😜 I got hit with inspiration for this chapter and I was starting to miss it, so I went ahead and wrote the chapter anyway! I'm sure a lot of you are complaining 😜

Plus, it's just all been on my mind since season 3 ended and man, I am gonna miss this show so freaking much, but this story will continue on! We've still got a long way to go and a lot of things yet to happen; lots of twists and turns still to be revealed in the future 😆

Enjoy this, my loves!! It's a little shorter than normal, but fun nonetheless!

Taglist: @the-sad-batch , @nimata-beroya , @intrepidmare , @legolkenxbi , @tech-aficionado

@ladykatakuri , @d1n0-dan , @sammi9498 , @darthzero22 , @scarlettrose9901

@thebadbatchscyare , @chxpsi , @ilikemymendarkandfictional , @4pplecider , @locitapurplepink

@l-lend , @nekotaetae , @eternalwaffle , @merkitty49 , @avathebestx

@idoubleswearimawriter , @techs-stitches , @fantasyproductions , @sverdgeir , @totallyunidentified

《 Chapter 31

》 Chapter 33

All chapters (Part 2) (Part 1)

Explanation: Risks are taken when Omega decides to take on dejarik matches for money.

When Kimber, Omega and the Koriena Force returned to Cid's parlor, they found the building empty save for Cid sitting at a table with Bolo and Ketch, all of them in the middle of a game of dejarik.

“Wow, I think we're gonna have trouble finding a seat, girls. It's packed to the walls in here,” Rina remarked loud enough for Cid to hear after taking a drag of sweetblossom from her vape mod.

“I know, it's amazing how popular this place is right now,” Kimber added sarcastically.

Cid looked up at them, displeased at their remarks. “Ha ha, you all are hilarious,” she responded flatly.

As the ladies filed in, Irys informed Cid, “Jido's credits have been acquired and have been transferred to your account.”

“Let me double check, make sure it's actually there,” Cid replied, leaning over and picking up a datapad from right next to her.

“You doubt my skills?” Irys questioned.

“Or our credibility?” Kimber added.

With a sneer, Cid snapped back, “I don't trust anybody, especially when it comes to my money.”

When she went back to her datapad, Kida asked in comment, “Honestly, ladies, should we have expected anything else?”

Sighing with defeat, Lex answered, “Probably not.”

A few seconds passed and then Cid declared, “Would ya look at that? You ladies came through.”

“Doubt doesn't become you, Cid,” Kimber said back.

“And I believe you owe part of that to us for getting it for you,” Rina reminded Cid.

Waving them off, Cid said back, annoyed, “Yeah, yeah, don't get your britches in a twist, Shortstacks. I'll get to it after I finish this game.”

“Ugh, well, in that case, let’s hit the bar, girls,” Lex suggested, waving them over in the direction of the bar. “And Omega, I’ll grab you some juice. We hid a bottle for you behind the bar.”

“You’re the best!” Omega praised gladly as she took a seat on a barstool.

Lex went ahead and grabbed a couple different bottles and started pouring them into cups for everyone as they all sat down.

“To another job well done,” said Kida, raising her glass and everyone touched their glasses together in toast to their success.

As they took sips of their drinks, they heard Bolo behind them exclaim to Ketch, “You got her cornered!”

“Oh yeah, I’m real scared,” Cid replied mockingly.

The girls all turned in their chairs to watch, curious to see how the remainder of the dejarik game would go.

As Cid contemplated her next move, Ketch taunted her, “Delay all you want, you’re not getting out of this one.”

Cid moved to press a button on the table when Omega suddenly spoke up, “I wouldn’t do that.”

Kimber and the Koriena Force all looked down at her curiously.

“Hear that? We got an expert here,” Cid said snidely before rolling her eyes and going ahead with her move anyway.

Her piece in the holochess game moved around on the board, but ended up getting knocked down by Ketch’s piece and it disappeared.

Bolo laughed triumphantly and declared, “She’s done for!”

“I told you,” Omega said with snark that made the girls grin.

“You kinda suck at this, Cid,” commented Rina.

Kimber chuckled quietly as she took another drink. It was kind of nice seeing Cid get knocked around for once.

Looking to Omega and ignoring Rina, Cid asked, unamused, “Well, expert…what should I do next?”

Omega slid off her barstool and walked over to the table.

Leaning over to Kimber, Lex whispered, “This ought to be interesting.”

Omega proceeded to press a couple buttons on the console and then looked up as Cid’s dejarik piece knocked out Ketch’s piece easily, earning her the win. Bolo and Ketch weren’t happy about it; Bolo told Ketch he blew it while Ketch blamed Bolo for telling him to bet everything, so the two of them decided to take their disagreement outside. While that was happening, the ladies were all impressed with Omega’s easy win on Cid’s behalf.

“How’d you know to do that, kid?” Rina asked her.

With a casual shrug, Omega responded, “It’s a strategy game. I’m good at strategy.”

“Well, I’ll be…,” commented Kida.

“How good?” Cid asked her, a sly grin curling up on her scaly mouth. “Enough to uh…win some matches for some money?”

Kimber opened her mouth to reply, but Omega spoke up first: “Depends. What’s my cut?”

“Omega, no. You cannot be serious,” Kimber protested.

Ignoring Kimber, Cid told the kid, “Thirty percent.”

Wasting no time, Omega fired back, “Sixty.”

“Ohhh, she knows how to hit where it hurts. Way to go, kid,” commented Rina.

“Don’t encourage her,” Kimber chided her.

However, she heard Cid say, “Deal,” in response to Omega and said she’d start getting some matches set up before heading back in the direction of her office.

“Cid, you are not going to exploit a child to try and make more money for yourself,” Kimber stated, bolting up from her barstool.

Turning back over her shoulder, Cid shot back, “Hey, the kid agreed to it, Dollface. You wanna argue with somebody? Talk to her. I got some matches to set up.” Then without waiting for anything further, she went into the back hall towards her office, which only irritated Kimber even further.

Behind her, Irys said, “It’s not a terrible idea to make some extra credits.”

“That doesn’t matter. I don’t want Cid to take advantage of Omega and besides, Hunter said he wanted her to keep a low profile.”

Then she noticed Omega walking up to her and the young girl said to her, “I have a plan, Kimber. Don’t worry.”

Folding her arms, Kimber questioned her, “What is your plan?”

“I want to still help the squad even though I’m not on the mission with them. We didn’t get any of the weapons we were going to sell from Bracca, so we still have a debt we owe to Cid,” said Omega. “I can maybe help pay off part of the debt by doing these matches, which is why I asked for a sixty percent cut. That should get us a good amount to help pay Cid back.”

“I like the way you think,” said Lex before taking a swig of her drink.

Looking to Kimber, Rina put in, “That’s actually not a bad plan, boss lady. The kid knows her stuff. Might as well put that brain of hers to good use. If she wants to help, I say you let her.”

Kimber still was unsure. She despised the thought of Cid using Omega for any sort of gain, especially after her remarks earlier about trying to get free labor out of the girl. Even though Omega’s intentions were good, she worried Cid would try and pull a fast one on them, like taking more money than what was promised or making Omega do something that wasn’t part of the agreement. Kimber didn’t trust the Trandoshan for anything.

However, looking back down at Omega, she saw there was a pleading look in her bright brown eyes that made her heart drop just a little.

“Please, Kimber,” Omega insisted. “I want to do my part. I want to help our friends.”

Kimber sighed, knowing it was hard to say “no” to Omega sometimes. “Oh, all right…,” she relented, “but I’m keeping a close eye on both you and Cid. I don’t trust her to not pull any tricks.”

“Don’t worry, princess. None of us trust her either,” Lex said.

“You’ll have plenty of eyes on both Omega and Cid,” added Kida.

Irys slipped off her barstool and said to Omega, gesturing with her head to the dejarik table, “Come on, Omega. You and I can get a couple practice games in to prepare you.”

Omega gleefully agreed and ran over to take a seat.

“Be warned, though: Irys is also a pretty decent strategist herself,” said Lex.

With a look of confidence on her face, Omega replied, looking at Irys, “You’re on.”

While those two were starting up a game and Lex and Kida gathered around to watch, Kimber walked out of the parlor for a moment, needing some air and just some time to think. She limped to the top of the stairs, her leg still on the mend, sidestepped in front of the wall and then leaned back against it, letting out a sigh. She trusted Omega, but she still wasn’t sure about this gambling plan the girl had up her sleeve. Omega was confident, but Kimber still feared the plan would maybe backfire.

“Credit for your thoughts, boss lady?”

The smell of sweetblossom accompanied the sound of Rina’s voice and Kimber turned to see her reaching the top of the steps and looking her way.

“I don’t know about this plan, Rina,” Kimber confided in her. “I’m afraid Cid might try to trick us or Omega. I don’t like the thought of her using the kid like this.”

“Hey, child exploitation is no laughing matter,” Rina said back, “but Omega wants to do this. It’s her call. Frankly, I think she should’ve pushed for seventy-five percent.”

“Rina…!” Kimber scolded her.

Rina held her hands up defensively. “I’m just sayin’. It wouldn’t have hurt to milk a little extra out of old Scales.”

Kimber snickered. “Scales…that's new,” she commented. Then she let her head fall back against the wall again. “Am I doing the right thing? Hunter didn’t want her to draw attention to herself and I’m supposed to mind her while the boys are gone. I see why she wants to do this, but…I just don’t know.”

After taking another inhale of sweetblossom from her mod, Rina stepped closer to her. “I get your concerns. The kid’s your priority and you wanna do right by the Sarge…but Omega’s also her own person and she’s made her choice. She wants to help out, even though she’s been sidelined. This can be a great opportunity for her to prove herself and, if things go south, she’ll learn from it. Not to mention she’s got the Koriena Force watching her back. As long as she's not betting the ship, she'll be fine...plus, I haven't seen Scales take any fingers or limbs as a down payment.”

“Rina!” Kimber chided her, unamused.

“Sorry, sorry,” Rina apologized. She then laid a hand on Kimber’s arm. “Look, if Lover Boy gives you any grief for this, you know we’ll back you up, if needed. We’ve got your back and Omega’s. Gambling in and of itself is a risky business. Some people get real shady with that stuff.”

“You sound as if you’re speaking from experience,” Kimber remarked.

Rina scoffed a bit in disgust. “Not my own experience, but my old man's,” she replied. “He ended up with a lot of gambling debts which made him turn to smuggling in order to pay them off. He dealt with a lot of messed up people…including the likes of the Pyke Syndicate.”

“You’re serious?” said Kimber.

Nodding, Rina answered, “Uh-huh. Got in too deep with them and now, he owes more to the Pykes than he does to any of his gambling debts.”

“That's a shame.”

“Meh, it is what it is. He made his bed and then he got to lie in it. Ain’t my problem. The only thing all that taught me was to never mess with the Pykes. They're worse than bad news.”

“Well, good thing the Pykes won’t ever come here.” Kimber then looked up to the sky and her hand came up Hunter’s necklace lying against her chest, wondering how he and the boys were doing on Raxus.

Once again, she felt Rina’s hand on her arm and a light wave of calm seemed to wash over her. “Relax, Kimber,” Rina told her. “Everything’s gonna be fine. Omega is confident in her abilities; I think she’ll do us proud. If things go wrong, then she’s got us. You’re not dealing with this alone, you know that.”

Feeling content with Rina's reassurance, Kimber reached up and grasped Rina's arm, smiling gratefully.

Then Rina added, “Plus, you're turning into the Sarge with how worried and protective you're getting over the kid, so it's my job to tell you to lighten up.”

“I'm sorry, can you blame me?” Kimber asked in reply. “With Hunter not here, I'm just extra anxious, especially regarding Cid, that's all.”

“Are you gonna be this high-strung by yourself when you guys have smols of your own?”

“Whoa, now! We're nowhere near close to that point, so don't jump the gun on me.”

“I'm just sayin’...you gotta get a hold of yourself.”

“I know, I know….” Kimber then gave Rina a light, friendly jab in the shoulder. “Thanks for always looking out for me.”

In response, Rina playfully punched her arm back a little harder, reminding Kimber a lot of Wrecker, which was fitting. “Hey, Lex said it once and now, I'm gonna say it again: we're part of the Koriena Force. Like the wolves we're named after, we're in this pack for life.” Then she took another inhale from her mod and gestured back to the stairs with her head. “Come on, let's get back inside and help your kid get ready to kick some butt in dejarik.”

Shaking her head, Kimber said back, “She's not my kid.”

“Yeah, she is,” Rina immediately replied.

Kimber simply grinned as she followed her friend back inside.

Within a couple hours, Omega had won five matches.

By the end of the day, she'd won twelve.

Within the next couple of days, she'd won over a hundred.

The girl was on fire and the Koriena Force were cheering her on and encouraging her the entire time. It was impressive seeing how skilled at strategy Omega actually was. Even the cockiest and confident of opponents were beaten by her, which took their confidence down by a bit being beaten by a young kid. A couple people tried to pick fights, but the ladies were quick to either get them to back down or give them a good beating before throwing them out. Lex was certain she accidentally broke one guy’s nose because, out of habit, she threw a punch with her cybernetic hand. They weren’t going to let anyone mess with the kid.

Naturally, she was raking in the credits with all the bets being placed on her, which seemed to make Cid a bit more appreciative, to say the least. Appreciative of more money, anyway. Over the course of the couple days, Omega had accrued more than enough credits to pay off the Bad Batch’s debt, which made her happy. She was able to do something good for her brothers while not being on the mission with them. Despite the reservations she’d had previously, it made Kimber glad to see Omega feeling good about herself and what she’d done.

One match had started with a Pantoran man and the stakes were high. A lot of money was on the line because the man was a renowned dejarik player who was confident he would finally be the one to take Omega down. Tons of people who had either been in over the last couple of days or had heard word on the street about the dejarik matches were watching, cheering on both the Pantoran and Omega.

The match was nearing its end with only possibly a couple moves left. Both players had two pieces left on the holoboard. Cid stood beside Omega, her hands on the kid’s shoulders as she watched closely. Kimber stood on Omega’s other side with the rest of the girls next to her to keep the onlookers in line.

“No one can stop this kid!” one guy cheered in the crowd.

Kimber looked over her shoulder to see a few more people had entered into the parlor…including a few familiar faces that made her smile.

The Clones had returned from Raxus.

Most of them looked either curious or pleased to see Omega in her element…but Hunter didn’t exactly look enthused about the situation as Kimber spotted him shaking his head indifferently.

The Pantoran man clicked a button with a smug grin on his face. One of his pieces moved forward and took out one of Omega’s, leaving him with two and her with one. The onlookers all gasped and murmured in awe at what had happened and with wonder at how Omega was going to retaliate.

“Take him out, kid,” Rina encouraged her.

After studying the board for a few seconds, Omega looked up at the Pantoran and got a smug grin of her own. She hit the buttons on the console and her last remaining piece proceeded to take out both of his two, securing her the win. Everyone cheered excitedly for her while the Pantoran looked shocked at being beaten and then abruptly left.

“Well done, Omega! You sure showed him,” commented Kida, giving Omega a pat on the arm.

It was then Omega happened to catch sight of Hunter and the others and, after greeting them with a wave, she slid off her stool and ran over to see them while Cid informed the crowd that the matches were over and there were to be no more bets and she shooed the crowd out. Kimber and the rest of the ladies made their way over to greet the Clones, as well.

Wrecker swept Omega off the ground and settled her on his arm as he exclaimed with pride, “Kid, where’d you learn to do that?”

“She’s a natural. I’ve never seen anything like it,” said Cid as she approached them.

“Truly, she is an intelligent and gifted child. You all should be proud of her,” Irys added.

Omega beamed with gladness at their compliments.

However, Hunter looked up at her and remarked, almost annoyed, “I told you to keep a low profile. This is the opposite.”

“Hunter, we can explain,” said Kimber.

Though, before she could, Cid gave Hunter a shove back and scolded him, “Ease up, Bandana. Omega made enough money to pay off the debt you boys owe me, so try showing a little gratitude to my friend.”

“She’s got you there, Sarge,” Rina commented.

As Cid walked over and greeted another man behind them that Kimber assumed was the Senator of Raxus and his Droid, the rest of the Clones followed them back to Cid’s office. Wrecker set a dejected Omega down, but roughly shoulder-checked Hunter as he walked by him, gesturing to the kid with his head and giving Hunter a glare that told him he needed to talk to Omega.

“Well, ladies, I think that’s our cue to leave,” said Lex to the rest of the Koriena Force.

“You want us to stick around and back you up?” Rina asked Kimber in a low voice.

She shook her head. “No…Omega was my responsibility and I supported this decision, so I’ll handle it.”

Kida laid a hand on Kimber’s shoulder and told her, “We’ll see you all back at the Aurora later then.”

Kimber gave her a nod and the rest of the ladies exited the bar, but not before Rina punched Hunter in the arm as they walked out.

He looked to Kimber, looking lost on what to do or think.

“She had good intentions,” was all she said. Then she gave him a reassuring smile and motioned with her eyes towards Omega, who was beginning to walk away with her head low, urging him, as well, to just talk to the kid.

Then he turned over his shoulder and asked, “You really paid off our debt?”

Omega stopped in place and said, without looking back at him, “I wanted to be useful…even if I couldn’t go on the mission.”

He hummed contemplatively and turned to Kimber before grinning, which slightly startled her. Then he declared, “How about we put those strategy skills to the test?” As Omega turned around to look at him, he walked over to the dejarik table and said, “One match. If you win, then no more sitting out on missions.” He set his helmet down on the ground and turned the table on, signaling with his head for Omega to come join him.

Now with renewed excitement, she ran over and sat on his other side.

‘You ready for this?” he challenged her.

She replied back with a confident grin, “Are you?”

Kimber smiled with gladness at them. It made her proud to see Hunter beginning to broaden his mind in regards to Omega’s choices and being willing to include her more as part of the squad. Even though the condition of her not being left out of missions was her winning, she knew Omega would win. Whether it was on her own--which, more than likely, it would be--or Hunter would let her win. She could see in his eyes that he had no intention of leaving the kid behind again.

Watching them play their match gave Kimber yet another small glimpse of what a possible normal life could look like for them. Sitting around a table and playing games like a normal family…it brought a light tear to her eye.

Suffice it to say, Omega beat Hunter at the match easily.

The rest of the squad came out of Cid’s office just as the game was over and Omega happily exclaimed as she saw them, “I won! I don’t have to sit out on missions anymore!”

“Well done, kid,” replied Echo proudly. “Glad to have you back on board.”

“I assume Kimber shall be joining us again soon, as well?” Tech inquired.

“I believe so. My leg’s feeling much better after taking some time these last couple days and some of Kida's bacta salt treatments,” Kimber replied, “so I think I should be good to go.”

Wrapping his arm over her shoulders, Wrecker responded, “Good ‘cause we’ve missed you.”

“Come on, then. Let’s get to the Aurora and meet up with the girls,” suggested Echo, making his way toward the door with Tech.

“Good. I need some kisses from my girl after that mission,” said Wrecker, grinning as he followed.

Kimber went to walk after them, but was stopped by Hunter grabbing her hand. She turned back to him and found him eyeing her closely.

In a low, gravelly voice, he told her, “Wrecker's not the only one who needs a kiss from his love.”

She smiled even wider as she obliged him, stepped closer and pulled him in for a kiss, his hand cradling her cheek as he returned the gesture.

“Thank you for looking after Omega,” he told her when he pulled back. “I know I wasn’t pleased with what I saw when we walked in, but…I should’ve known things were under control because you were here.”

“Indeed. You should have a little more faith in us, darling,” she responded. “That and we had the Koriena Force with us.”

He chuckled. “Well, that doesn’t always inspire confidence.”

“Don’t let them hear you say that,” she said, chuckling with him.

His hand came up and he traced her cheek gently. “I hate having to leave you behind. It's never the same without you with us.”

“It's what needed to be done,” she replied, “but I'll be with you next time.”

“Thank the stars,” he said before joining his lips to hers again, this time with more passion.

“Oh, for the love of--would you two cut it out?”

The two of them broke apart and heavily sighed in frustration as they heard Cid ridiculing them.

“Sheesh, just get hitched already, will ya?” Cid added.

Fed up, Kimber spat back, “Cid, you just made a ton of money for your bar thanks to our kid. Would you just lighten up for once in your life?”

Cid simply rolled her eyes in disgust and then went over to manage some things behind the bar.

Hunter, when he looked back to Kimber, raised an eyebrow at her. “Our kid?” he repeated, a small grin on his lips.

Her cheeks went red, not realizing what she’d said. “Sorry…that just slipped out,” she admitted sheepishly.

His arms came around her waist and pulled her close, he gave her another kiss and then stated, “What I wouldn’t give to have a proper moment alone with you right now.”

A flirty smirk crossed her face. “Well…everyone else is on the Aurora right now…which means the Marauder should be empty.”

Hunter then got a devilish grin of his own and his eyes darkened with desire. “Then why are we still here, my love?”

The two of them wasted no time running out of the parlor, eager for a little alone time together before joining back up with their squads.

#star wars the bad batch #the bad batch #bad batch hunter #sergeant hunter #my sergeant #bad batch fanfic #hunter x oc fic #sun and run fanfic

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brucewaynehater101 · 10 months ago

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SPECIAL DEATH MESSAGE:

(offers you a dainty bone china teacup full of earwax)

Republicans have an uncanny taste for the inside of Donald Trump's rectum

Someone genetically engineered the noses off of my space sheep. The whole sniffer bloodline is being executed for smelly crimes. Also appearing on toast, THE FRIED TOMLINSON SPAM EGG CHIPS AND SINGERS!

Upon their second meeting he scolded her for upsetting the Queen of the Artichokes

Insallah, the [genocidal eugenicist] reptile shall be made into air conditioning

In this brutal, breakneck first-person booter, the Anger Foot introduces the ruthless gangs of dystopian cesspit Shit City to a fury of feet and firepower.

(in heavy Hungarian accent) Great bewbies, Honeybun. My lower intestine is full of spam, egg, spam, bacon, spam, baked beans, spam, spam, and spam. My n1pples! (I am dragged offscreen by a Victorian London bobby as Vikings chant loudly)

Does he have foreskeen eyes?

Massive swarms of cicadas devouring our crops, check. Rivers and seas boiling, check. Lots of natural disasters, check. Leprosy rates spiking among Americans who have never even seen an armadillo (a plague of sores and boils), check. (That last one especially so in Florida, I guess God hates DeSantis.) Speaking of which, false prophets, check and double check.

Many used camels be upon you. GETAWAY CAMELS! GETAWAY DATES! ONLY SLIGHTLY USED! GARRYS MOD HAS MADE BRAIN IS FULL OF POOTIS!

(but earwax isn't drinkable :( Is it to look at?)

"Republicans have an uncanny taste for the inside of Donald Trump's rectum." Is that a clever way to say they kiss ass???

Space sheep! Now I'm imagining star patterned sheep 🥺 Sucks they're all being killed off, though :/ Have you seen that one detective show where this guy solves crimes cause he can smell real good? Very curious how he vs the sheep would go

Idk wtf a Tomlinson is, but spam and eggs sound gross :( At least a singer is there? For the toast 🍞🥂

Artichokes are delicious. Would the queen be offended if I ate one in front of them?

"Insallah" is a cool as fuck phrase. I hope God approved of turning a genocidal eugenicist reptile into air conditioning. Fucker deserves it. Might as well get used out of the gross reptile

First-person booter?? I'm guessing "Anger Foot" is the name of the game... Booter, like kicking someone? Which makes sense later with the fury of feet and firepower. Ig Shit City would probably be a horrible place to live (but also fun?? As long as you are strong enough against feet?)

Well... I don't like spam or eggs and baked beans are alright... You seem to very much like them plus bacon if your lower intestines are full of it. Would that be a balanced meal? It seems like a lot of protein

Whelp... Vikings are cool. Wonder what their chanting would sound like. Though cops aren't cool in comparison :/ Bobby is a funny name for 'em, though.

Lots of questions about "foreskeen eyes" Is that foreskin eyes (which... would that make them reptile eyes??) or forseen eyes (fortune telling eyes [fortune eyes is a fantastic song])

Cicadas!!! Their carcasses are scary :( We do have a ton of natural disasters occurring (I feel like that's the wrong term cause they ain't gonna end).

I didn't know much about DeSantis. All I knew is that I can't visit Flordia anymore :/ There's some wild shit online about him, though. On the related topic, makes sense why climate is revolting against him.

Hmm... Who's the false prophets this is addressing? And, what would they need to double check? Perhaps double checking the lies (since they are false)?

Used camels be upon you... Hmm... What would a not used camel be? What makes them used? Is it bad that they are used? It's maybe good that they are used as a getaway (depends on the circumstances)

Dates, on the other hand, do not make good getaways. They are tasty, though

Wait... Are the dates slightly used? Cause I'm good. I will only consume unused dates

Garrys mod??? And the only thing I'm seeing for pootis is a weird looking bird :/

#thank you for the ask!!!!

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vryfmi · 1 year ago

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talk shop tuesday!!!! I love love LOVED your piece for the tea toast & ghosts zine – what was your experience in planning and creating it? was it a challenge to combine both art and writing, and did your art influence your writing or vice versa? I'd love to hear about your thought process in the creation of that really cool piece :D

thank you so much! it's really nice to hear especially since it's my first posted writing!

if im being honest i wanted to write an article from the very beginning, it was the overall idea that was ever changing but eventually i found it. since TTG zine's topic was your favourite thing about l&co, and i had no idea how to incorporate skullyle and it was too much work to come up with technical parts of ghost-lamps (tho i did dive deep into street lights' wiring at one point), i figured i'd stick to my favourite thing of all - worldbuilding and dark stuff!

The Idea™, at first, was to come up with a few cases and illustrate them, but the longer i rotated those the more i didn't like the prospect of making something separate and not rooted into canon. so i skimmed through the books while looking for any mentions of Fittes and Rotwell cases, since back then i already decided to use the Mud Lane Phantom's story. the other two i took are from TSS and THB and they were vague enough to be able to lengthen them to an article entry.

i outlined ideas first, what themes i wanted to convey, what i wanted to put out there for fans and how these cases would've work with each other. from the that point i started drawing the illustrations. quite a backwards process. and it all sounds good on paper but in reality irl struggles really weren't making me any favours and i wasn't meeting deadlines at all, but mods team was patient and understanding with me, they are literally the best!

for Mud Lane i went for slight mockery of pioneers because, well, yeah. there was quite a lot of made up lore that i decided to cast aside (like what if "today" at the crossroad there's a statue of Fittes and Rotwell? a museum? a tourist attraction? a gift shop?). overall im just really proud of illustration that i did, i should draw more of Marissa and Tom at some point.

fun fact and easter egg of sorts: Marissa's pose was supposed to be an homage to first poster of the series and the way Lucy stands in it! i think it got lost along the way as i changed the pose but i think it's still readable enough. i love drawing parallels between the two (:

[id: a side by side of Marissa in illustration, where she's holding her lantern with her right hand and looking beyond the viewer, and Lucy from the first Netflix' poster, where she stands in a simillar manner but points with her rapier at something out of view./end id]

picking one case set 50 years before the others ment that i'd have to contrast them, draw a parallel and make them work against each other to bring up the best and the worst. The Shoreditch one was, admittedly, more of that coming up with something that wasn't there in the first place. first book only mentioned patrols and i latched onto them. (plus i was drafting it at around the same time as l&co bigbang came out and i was massively inspired by my teammates work which incorporated those patrols but in metro tunnels. great case-fic btw). mainly i went for darker aspects of agent's work there, thinking that to fit in sewers the team would've been of smaller children, and that Kipps (yeah, he's there in illustration) would be as close to them as possible, unlike other inspectors we are used to seeing.

Holland Park Hounds was the one that i was the most excited for because wdym we as a fandom don't talk about possible animal-ghosts?? sure, it could've been Changer(s) but is it really? plus how badass of Holly to be part of it AND it was famous enough that Lucy knew of it as well!

Holly Munro pushed a stray hair or two behind her ear. ‘Well, I’ve seen some things. I was there in the Holland Park Cellar case, when our party got blockaded underground by those seven spectral dogs. It was quite a tight spot. And after that—’ ‘I heard about Holland Park, Holly, and I can tell you the thing that makes the bloody footprints is ten times worse. I’m only saying. I don’t want to frighten you. I just wouldn’t want you to get hurt.’ (THB)

innitially i wanted to do something about a horse-phantom that was mentioned somewhere but for the life of me i couldn't find it in books, so i'll leave it for my next reread. but this case has so much more ties to the main gang and especially Holly herself. i really wanted to draw a picture of her and her team after the case but no composition really worked so i kept it to park's plan (my urban planer friend said it looked good even). plus giving a plan and thorough haunting information somehow felt very Rotwell to me.

aaand i think that's it! not much to say for back cover only that my friend really disliked my choice of comic sans for one of the adverts. and that i wanted to make it gritty, as if its a wall right around the corner of the Fittes ball court.

#wow that took a lot of time to put into words #wouldn't have done it without this ask tho so thank u so much!!#l&co #lockwood and co #ttg zine #described #inbox #talk shop tuesday #blogposting

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fixomnia-scribble · 1 year ago

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For @smittywing! Since we're sharing unpublished Criminal Minds snippets, here are Prentiss and Morgan, in December Season 7, getting gently toasted and trying to reconcile their friendship with Emily's undercover past. Derek interrogates, Emily rambles, Clooney snores in the corner.

December 18, 2011

They were drinking again, looking out over a slushy December night in Virginia. Morgan's place, because while Sergio was content with his box, Clooney couldn't wait. They’d taken Clue for a chilly walk, letting the dog amble at will and set the pace, while Emily told him stories about the haute doggy culture of Paris. And then, back home, Morgan had spun the cap off a half bottle of scotch and tossed it somewhere behind a desk.

“Sergio can hang tight until morning,” Morgan reminded her. In case she needed to talk and drink all night, and crash somewhere she didn’t have to keep one eye open.

"Nah, I do have to get home sometime tonight," Emily said. Lightly glowing on her second dose of two and a half fingers in a comfortably heavy glass tumbler, she stretched her toes for the mohair blanket over the arm of the couch, and pulled it towards her. "And I need to spend time with my boy. Garcia's stolen his fickle feline heart away. But this is good for now. Really good. Thanks."

She rubbed a careful palm over the top of her chest, under cover of tugging the blanket up over herself.

"You've been scratching again." Morgan told her, from his easy chair near the window. He’d never ask her to sit with her back to a window or a room, ever.

"I know I've been scratching again."

The brand was worse than the surgery site below. At least she could be careful, and scratch delicately around the tender skin, while she was awake. Even if she managed to resist the subcutaneous phantom itch of burned nerves, during the day, she still woke up some mornings with blood smears on her sheets and under her nails, and another patch of angry new scab. So much for proper aftercare. But then, getting branded on her poor left boob was hardly a body mod she would have chosen.

"Anyone touches you here, you'll think of me," he'd said, calmly and coldly, as her flesh smoldered under the iron's tip. He wasn't doing this for enjoyment. This was a means to an end. She was only a safe to be cracked. Until she cracked him, instead.

That's when he saw her clearly again, and set about killing her.

"You could get it fixed, you know, Em. Plastic surgery." Morgan reminded her.

"It would probably hurt more. Plus, I'd lose more sensation and a patch of skin from somewhere else. I think I'm going to let it stay. Bastard did a decent job, all things considered. Maybe I'll get it tattooed, make it my own. Think that'd be hot?"

"Tough girl." he returned, unfooled.

"It's mostly bullshit." she admitted. "You didn't see what a mess I was in Paris, when I had nothing to do but think and drink. But my past is part of me. I don't want to pretend anymore about who I was. Scars and all."

"You never had to."

"Yeah, I did. You would, too, if you'd been doing that kind of work. Derek, I was in deep cover. International covert ops cover. The kind you're never supposed to admit, even fifty years later. Trust - " she shook her head and lifted her scotch for a sip. "Trusting you had nothing to do with it. I trust you with my life. You held my life in your hands and wouldn't let go. I would do the same for you. God forbid it happen, but I would. But I couldn't speak about it. I still can't tell you everything we got done, how many conflicts we prevented before they had a chance to flare up. Even if it might help you understand..."

She heard Morgan sigh, and shake his head, leaning over his scotch. He was trying hard. Which spoke volumes about the respect that had grown between them in the relatively short time they'd known each other, and how deeply he'd let her into his guarded inner circle.

Of them all, Morgan and Reid were having the hardest time adjusting to her reappearance, she knew. Morgan, because he so rarely gave his trust, and Reid, because he trusted too easily. Reid was alarmed and confused and ashamed of his reactions to the whole bleak scenario. Her death, having to admit and learn to navigate his overwhelming grief, and now her reappearance. Of all the team, Reid was the one who needed to know he had some bedrock under his feet, in order to function in the world.

She'd try to get through to Reid soon. Probably somewhere in the open, where he could get up and walk away if he needed to, and not feel trapped or obligated to talk. Soon. Tonight was about mending fences with Morgan.

"Did Hotch know?" he asked, refilling his scotch. "There must've been some gaps in your resume."

"He knew I was undercover with the CIA, and he confirmed the dates I gave him with the Agency. He never probed farther than that." She managed a smile. "He did ask me how many languages I spoke. When I asked him if he meant idiomatically, academically, or just enough to cuss someone out, he shut me up."

"I guess being your mama's daughter had some uses after all."

"Yup." she raised her eyebrows and blew out a breath. "But you know - the more I think about it, the more I think Lauren kicked ass, and I don't mind remembering her. She stopped a terrorist from engaging in more than a few major raids, and made him think it was his decision. She never once broke cover. She kept a little boy from harm in the middle of hell, and put him in a safe place. And Dec…Derek, even in that insane world, Declan trusted us. We all kept him so safe, and gave him so much love, that it never occurred to him not to trust us. He let me..."

A small tremor started in her hands, and she set her glass on the coffee table before rolling onto her side, and tucking herself deeper under the blanket.

"He was only four, and he trusted me so much that he let me hold a gun to his head and spray pig blood all over his face and hair. All I told him was that we had to pretend he'd been in an accident, so that a really mean man wouldn't try to hurt him or his father. I told him it was like making a scary Hallowee'en movie to scare the man off. Louise was too frightened to say a word. I think she wondered if I was going to kill them both, no matter what I said."

The tremor set in deeper, creeping up her arms and through her middle, and she pulle up her knees and crossed her arms and pinned her hands in her armpits to stop it.

Morgan did not miss this. He didn’t comment upon it. "I think I just got something I needed to get," he said, leaning forward. "Prentiss, I'll tell you straight up, I was pretty shocked. Not that you'd been working at that level, but where you let it take you. Not just into Doyle's business, but - "

"Into his bed." she said flatly.

"See, I know you. I know you'll use whatever you can to fight a good fight, but I couldn't wrap my head around that part till now. It was Declan that kept you there. Not Doyle. Not really."

"It was Declan that kept me there," she agreed. "It's not a pretty business, my friend. You get that Lauren was an arms dealer too, right? That was my in. I didn't expect him to...to offer me so much access. He wasn't psychotic. He was obsessive, hypervigilant and manipulative, but he treated the people close to him like royalty. So yeah, you can say I fucked Doyle to get into his sentimental little heart, after I got into his head. I did that. I'm hardly the first to use sex, and I won't be the last, and I saved a lot of lives by putting myself there. And it wasn't all a lie. He really treated me very well. Does that make me a whore? Or just a damn good agent? Honest to God, I don't know. I could sure as hell name my price with him. Anything I asked for. He tried to give us a good life. But yeah, if there hadn't been Declan, I don't know how much longer I'd have stayed. I'd have had to fake my death sooner or later. Ian would never, ever have let me go. But with Declan there, I was almost his...Well. He thought I was…he was so little, it only made sense to him. How would he know anything else? But there wasn't much I wouldn't have done for him. So I stayed. Most days I just lived and breathed it all in. And occasionally reported in to my operator while I was supposed to be having my hair and nails done."

"My point is," Morgan said, slowly, "It's the mom-thing you got inside you. I've seen you go there. One of your babies is in danger, you turn mama-bear and get all eaten up inside until you know they're safe. That Kira. Honest to God, I think if her aunt hadn't been found, you really would have taken her in, wouldn't you?"

"Oh, like you and Ellie? You even had the paperwork ready to bring her across the country. I saw it. Cross-jurisdictional guardianship application, signed and witnessed. And I know she still e-mails you." Emily smiled at him, a little wet about the eyes. “That mattered, you know. Ellie knew you were fighting for her. That mattered, even if she found her home.”

"I do know. That's why I get it. I gotta be honest, I've been wrestling with the whole undercover sex thing, but you're right, it happens. I know it does. But hearing you talk about that kid - maybe it's just a handle I can wrap my head around, but I get it a little better."

"It wasn't any kind of Stockholm syndrome, you know." she cautioned him. "That’s a made-up bullshit thing some shrink came up with to get interviews. I knew what I was doing."

"Yeah, but didn’t it..." he paused. "Em, didn’t it wear on your soul? Or was it really just the job?"

"Fuck, yeah, it did. But maybe less than I'd like to admit. Women have been using sex as a power tool since the very beginning." She held his gaze. “It was a game I was trained to win and I won, Derek. D’you get that?”

“Except it wasn’t a game, and you lost nearly everything. And we lost you.”

“That’s also true. And I’m sorry for that part. Again.”

"I guess I've spent my career trying to protect women from being used like that, so it's...I just never knew anyone who...you know, worked at that level."

"High class all the way, baby." She raised her glass in a mirthless toast. Morgan didn't smile. She shook her head and tried again. "I'm sorry if it changes your opinion of me," she said. "But sometimes that's how the world is. If I hadn't consented freely and knowingly to be what Doyle wanted, he'd still be alive, there would be well-armed conflicts in parts of the world you don't even want to think about getting hot, and Declan would be training to be his successor."

"He is a pretty great kid." Morgan admitted, after a moment.

"And I hope he stays that way. At least now he has a chance."

"Tell me about Declan. From the beginning."

So she did.

#criminal minds #emily prentiss #derek morgan #lauren reynolds

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czenzo · 1 year ago

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talk shop tuesday! LOVE your article in Tea, Toast & Ghosts zine and very curious how you came up with it. are there any skits that didn't make it in the final article? what are other insights you'd like to share about your piece?

thank you so much!! I loved writing that piece and it's been so nice reading everyone's kind words about it :)

the idea came to me quite quickly, and iirc it was the only idea I pitched in my zine application that I genuinely cared about (I honestly can't remember what my other pitches were... one might have been written by Kipps??)... writing Skull's dialogue is one of my favourite things to do in Lockwood fics and is by far one of the things I get complimented on most by wonderful commenters (<33), so I wanted to take that with me into the zine, and what better way to fit the theme than with an advice column?

deciding Skull's alias posed a challenge for a while; finding a balance between something that didn't make it blatantly obvious a haunted skull was writing the article to in-universe readers, and making sure our zine's readers could actually tell our dear Skull was the writer was quite difficult. S. Koll and S. K. Ullsworth were my two other options, but in the end I'm very happy I went with Yorick A. Lias. it's the perfect amount of stupid, in my opinion. I can't tell whether Lucy would love it or hate it. maybe a bit of both?

the first couple of Q&As I drafted for it were scrapped after the first check-in; they were too long and not as in-character as the mod team (who were fantastic, by the way) would've liked them to be. they're also nowhere near as funny as the final piece so I won't delve into their actual contents, but the scrapped titles were 'Turducken Tragedy' and 'A Ghostly Reminder'. I also toyed with the idea of a question being written by Holly, but ultimately I never got round to drafting that.

after taking some time to study Skull's canon dialogue and with a bit more direction from the mod team, I was on my way! the rest of the Q&As that I came up with made it into the final piece, which was quite unusual. I was expecting to have to scrap/rework a few others, but I ended up getting into Skull's head-space (skull-space?) quite easily after that. I knew I definitely wanted at least two from George teasing and winding Skull up, and I knew I wanted the opportunity to poke fun at/give little cameos to other characters, so they served as the inspiration for the rest of the questions.

as for other insights... I think all of the article's easter eggs will have been picked up by most readers, so I won't delve into those – but what I will say is if you were wondering if the writer of 'Fruity Fortification' was a nod to our beloved Ruby Stokes, you're absolutely right! ;D

#thank you for the ask!! :)#talk shop tuesday #tea toast & ghosts zine #czenzo.ask

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simcatcher-ts2 · 9 months ago

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Now with the actual gameplay:

Finally found the shrooms from the catalog!! well, the hunger rises ever so slowly but still, that counts for something!

So i wasn't lying, Rhan and Iva became friends! Quite funny thinking how Rhan woohooed Timu way more than Vhra ever did!

We need bodypoints for hunting, so there's alot of jumping rope in this household! Very historically accurate and all, but hey, they can't even go jogging yet xD

why are y'all looking at me like that?

Vhra in the back dreaming about peace. You're the only one Iva's at war with my poor bby! Also Iva's so clingy. Everytime I go back to her she's autonomously romancing Timu. Maybe if she gives him enough attention he'll stop woohooing around! that's such the strategy Iva -.-

Baby bump in a bikini! whoops!

I almost forgot about the kids. So Hapu's out because it's such a pretty night! I have him harvest the apple tree but for some reason none of them end up in his inventory.

Also Vhra is having a shower at the other end of the lot, apparently.

yes she iss. I'm all kind of here for that bump <33

Gyah.

uh oh! Second bump of the night :D

So Vhra openly oversteps and hops in Timu's bed in place of Iva! Idk where she is Vhra bby but, remember she's still not over you! and have you seen these muscles she has?...

Midnight stroll it is, then! Lucky Vhra!

Alright even better, Iva's gone to Rhan's tent! Yay girl's night!

Ah, yes, again. Pls don't die this time?

I can't get my mods right ;-; so i guess it's toasts until i figure the harvesting!

Look at me, even with a *cellar* fridge they're this close to death from starvation! What can i say i can't play this game right xD

Iva: do you believe in the afterlife, Vhra? :D

Vhra:...

So i thought nothing more of it except, heeheee Iva not nice! but then:

Iva's passing the hatred on to her kids xD Also should i be worried? i mean she escaped Grim twice already, her needs are constantly in the red AND there's this childbirth mod on so..... ugh

The joke doesn't make Timu laugh though. Not Vhra for that matter.

Rhan: sometimes you just gotta be kissed, you know what i'm saying?

Vhra: uh... suure...

#iva rlt #vhra rlt #timu rlt #rhan rlt #kiya rlt #hapu rlt #ts2 #ts2 gameplay #sims 2: hc #test of times challenge

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mochiwrites · 1 year ago

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Hi mochi! Soo this might be very unexpected and feel free to ignore but, I've been rereading songbirds blood au again. While I've been reading I have had my notes app open taking notes and questions and I have a ton for fics 1 - 3

:^]

( “You know there’s been people saying that the culprit is a vampire with all the neck biting stuff involved.” Pearl tells him, making Grian scoff.

He swallows his toast, “C’mon Pearl, no one actually believes that.” )

( Vampires aren’t real. They’re just a myth, a story.” )

-two of the quotes which i just find ironic in showing your teeth at the moon fic 1

Ohhohhohh grian if you only knew what was going to happen. :^]

Fic 2 (I could only lead you so far)

Firstly Cub giving the murder cases to Grian is mighty suspicious, especially after Grian met Mumbo for the first time. I believe Cub mightve knew that Grian met Mumbo and he knew that Mumbo would help him with the case. Time travel or he is physic or warden hearing power??? (It could just be that he is just tired of the case and he is human)

Also Boogle??? I love it I think Google should change to Boogle, just imagine!

Mumbo mentioned that ghost and ghouls exist. Will we possible see any ghost or ghouls in the future? But are ghost kinda the same as phantoms such as in the origins mod pack?

Fic 3 (Defend your factions, cut the lines)

Since Doc is the mayor of aqua town does he use like magic to make himself look different. I would think soo because he is literally a creeper hybrid green skin, robotics and all. I think if he were to make a appearance like that in town people would run for their lives. Like said he was giving a speech or in a meeting etc...

Now Impulse mentioned that he and zed are roommates. "And they were roommates!"/silly . Soo does that make zed also a supernatural or is he like Grian and knowing that Impulse is a supernatural? Or it might be that zed doesn't know but I think that is kinda impossible with how nosy he is/pos

Now when Grian was following Mumbo to town how did Mumbo not hear or smell him?

Lastly how did you come up with the titles? All of them are soo unique and fit the fic soo perfectly!

Thank you for listening there might be more ask in the future if you're comfortable with it😊

EEEEEEE I LOVE ASKS LIKE THESE HEHE

I do really love looking all the way back at the start of songbird and seeing where grian was at in the beginning 🥺 he was so naive and free of trauma and was really just dropped headfirst into the supernatural world. and GOD grian and mumbo at the start??? they’ve come such a long way

cub gave grian the spotlight with the paper for two (2) reasons!! :D it truly was simply because he thought grian could do it more justice and well. being such a focus in the paper isn’t quite his style <3

the Boogle thing… I think it’s my proudest achievement of songbird actually /silly

ghost or ghouls HM. in arc 3 we probably won’t! but maybe they’ll appear in the story, you never know! I don’t have any plans at the moment, but that can definitely change in the future <3 as for if they’re similar to origins phantom… I’ll probably end up using ghost and phantom as synonyms and swap them around if they ever appear in songbird. so yeah! they’ll be the same thing — maybe just with some extra world building chucked in hehe

so!!! for doc, he’s not a creeper hybrid!!! he’s a vampire just like mumbo is! in songbird he looks like a regular guy™️ with pale skin and green hair. I imagine the only thing he would use his glamour for is to hide his pointy ears :D

zed doesn’t know that impulse is a demon :3 impulse has been alive for like. thousands of years now (he was definitely alive during the supernatural rebellion), he’s had lots of practice keeping his demon side a secret, especially from nosy people like zed

with mumbo not hearing or smelling grian, it’s two factors! one: grian kept enough distance. and two: it’s as simple as mumbo had a lot on his mind that distracted him. I mean, he just found out about the murders going on in town and got more information about it from doc. we know just how much mumbo cares about people, even if he tries not to. between doc, the council, the murders, plus mumbo doing “work” for the council? there was definitely a lot going on inside his head that left him a bit distracted and therefore not paying attention to grian

and hehe thank you!!! I pull my titles for songbird fics from the playlist I made specifically for the au!! :D my process is pretty simple — I grab a song or song lyric (if it’s a one shot) that matches the vibe/theme/focus of the fic and there we go!

double and!!! I’m more than comfortable with more asks :D I genuinely love seeing other people’s thoughts and theories on songbird, it always makes me so excited. the fact that people take the time to engage with my writing like that is so ;w; it makes me very happy and almost??? honored??? 🥺 so yes!!! please feel free to share more <33

#mochi speaks #songbird asks

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total-drama-takes-takes-2 · 2 years ago

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tti episode 24

“Last time on Total Takes Island: Yours truly was out for the day, leaving Chef in charge as host. He left the campers to die- or find their way back- in the middle of the woods and forced them to work together. Ass immediately attempted murder on Michael, who survived and ruined their chance at winning immunity. Julia went off on her former ally and McLovin made some new macrame friends. Ultimately, it was Ass who walked the dock of shame, leaving only three campers behind. Who will be going home today, and who will be surviving to the final 2? Find out now- Total! Takes! Island!”

Julia sits at the far end of the remaining table in the mess hall, McLovin occupying the middle and Michael taking the other side. Every so once in a while, the latter will shoot her a glare over her breakfast of burnt toast and beans.

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JULIA: “I've been trying to apologize to Michael all week, but every time I talk to her, she leaves. I'm starting to wonder if I should just cut my losses and give up- that chick really knows how to hold a grudge!"

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Julia sighs and stands, sitting next to Michael. “Listen, I-”

Michael stands immediately, sharply moving across the space and making a point to sit next to McLovin. Julia sighs again and leaves the mess hall.

“You don’t have to be so hard on her, you know,” McLovin says. “She’s only trying to apologize.”

“Sometimes apologies don’t fix things,” Michael glares. He slumps forward, leaning against the table on his elbows.

“You know I really am sorry,” he mutters. “Not that apologies mean anything to you. But I do feel bad.”

She grumbles, crossing her arms and turning away from him. McLovin looks dejected for a moment and then turns back. “Max seems… nice,”

“No, he’s not. That’s why I like him,” she stands pushing her tray away and leaving just as Chris’ voice blares over the intercom.

“Welcome to the semifinals, campers! Usually we’d do something to celebrate making it this far, but it’s Chef’s day off, so I just went ahead and set up the challenge anyway. It's a real doozy! Oh- and we're having some pipe troubles with the communal bathrooms, so I'd steer clear of those for the next few days. Meet you all at the amphitheater in twenty!”

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MCLOVIN: “I guess I got pretty far, huh? It’s weird being alone with Michael… I guess Julia is here, too, but none of us are really talking to her. I keep trying to apologize about what happened between us but Michael doesn’t want to listen. I don’t want to end up eliminated today and go home knowing she still hates me!”

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MICHAEL: “What would I do if I won? I guess… I’d help pay for Max’s tuition, since I’m not going anywhere. I’d put the rest of it into savings and then never have to pay rent or get a full-time job,”

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MCLOVIN: “Well... first, I’d buy something nice for Michael. Next, I’m buying a megamansion in Malibu with my buddy Sha-Mod. Next, we’re getting a double-decker swimming pool- that one was my invention. After that, we’re going to buy one of those mountains with a bunch of caves and turn it into a hotel for vampires- that was Sha-Mod’s idea. Next-”

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JULIA: “I’d invest in something online and easy to manipulate, like cryptocurrency. I’d start my own kind of coin, scam thousands, and then I’d use my millions to fake my death and move somewhere quiet.

…Or I guess I could use a new laptop."

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MCLOVIN: “Then I’m going to buy a castle, then a pyramid-”

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MICHAEL: “What are my odds? Not great. I could probably beat McLovin, but Julia might have the upper hand, especially after she and he bonded last challenge,”

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JULIA: “When I win, I’m going to finally reenact my fantasy of firebombing this crappy island into smithereens, hopefully with Natalie still on it,”

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MCLOVIN: “And matching jet skis, and a 24/7 McDonald’s, and-”

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It feels odd being the only ones left on the island, and that feeling sets in deep as the three remaining competitors walk in silence to the amphitheater. Michael is practically jogging, far ahead of Julia and McLovin, who are avoiding making eye contact.

"Do you think she's okay?" McLovin whispers. "I've been trying to talk to her all week, but-"

"But she's ignoring everyone, I know," Julia sighs, rolling her eyes. "I feel... bad, I guess, but at this point I'm not sure she's making it to the finale anyway."

A menagerie of crates, tables, and other flat surfaces have been lined up on stage with three chairs behind them, beckoning the campers. They all take seats- Michael sitting on the far left, McLovin between her and Julia.

“Welcome to one of my favorite challenges- the semifinal of dares!” Chris says, pacing in front of the campers. “In a break of producer tradition, we had the losers come up with some amazing ideas for TTI’s very own spin the bottle!”

A few interns wheel out a large wheel with a bottle in the center. Around the circle are pictures of all the eliminated contestants so far.

“An intense combo of luck and dares, sure to knock your socks off!” Chris beams. “Here’s how this works: each player will take turns spinning the bottle. The loser you land on will determine your dare- you can take the dare yourself and win a freebie for later, or inflict the dare on another camper. If you refuse to perform a dare, you lose immediately!”

He points to the dock of shame, where everyone turns and looks nervously.

“Okay, who’s ready to humiliate themselves first?!”

Everyone looks at each other in dead silence. No one steps forward. McLovin turns to Michael. “If you need any help today, I can step in!”

Julia glares at the two as Michael scoots away from him.

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JULIA: “The last thing I need is those two teaming up to take me out. Michael already hates me, but she hates McLovin too- my success in this game totally depends on them not getting too chummy.”

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After a few moments of silence, Chris shrugs. “Julia, you’re up!”

She stands, rolling her eyes and walking up to the bottle. She gives it a spin and it lands on Mal. She scoffs. “Oh, what, am I going to have to post a note-app apology to Twitter for doxing people?”

Chris reads from the cue card. “Submerge yourself in a pool of leeches!”

Her smile drops. Two interns wheel out a large plastic kiddie pool on a flatbed cart, brimming with leeches. Julia stares at it and Chris ducks in frame. “Ready to chicken out?”

“No! I can do this!” she says, looking into the pool as the parasites squirm around. She turns to the other campers- Michael is smiling and McLovin is covering his eyes. “Um… maybe not.”

“Do you want to pass the dare to someone else?”

“Yes!” She thinks for a moment before breaking into a grin. “I choose McLovin.”

McLovin goes pale and Michael looks between the two. Julia smirks as he walks down from the stage, staring into the pool.

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JULIA: "Well, might as well pick off the easiest player, right? I wouldn't hate being stuck with Michael in the final two- I just hope it's not too physically intensive or gross,"

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He quivers. “Um…”

“You’re free to chicken out if you want to walk the dock, man!” Chris grins wickedly. “Those leeches have been holed up in the back storage for weeks now, they’re probably starving.”

“No!” he says, looking to Michael before standing up straight. “I can do this!”

He puts one foot into the purple plastic rim, then another, he slowly sits, then lies down, and shovels the leeches over his face. Michael and Julia watch in disgust as Chris’ timer ticks down.

“And, time!” he says, stopping his watch. Nothing happens. “McLovin, you passed, dude!”

Still nothing. A few interns rush over and drag him out of the leech pool. He’s pale and covered in the pests, which the interns start plucking off as Chris watches with a smile.

“Alright. Michael, you’re up!”

Michael stares in terror as she walks up to the wheel. She’s shaking as she spins the bottle, and it lands on Patrick. She winces.

“Nice one! Patrick’s dare is to fight an alligator!”

Julia and McLovin’s eyes widen. Michael, though, seems to relax a little and walks along with Chris to the lake.

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MICHAEL: “Better than leeches. Better than leeches!”

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McLovin and Julia follow the two to the lake and watch as Michael throws off her parka, takes a deep breath, and then dives in. The host and two other campers watch anxiously as she surfaces on the back of a gator.

“She’s totally dead,” Chris chuckles. Julia and McLovin look at each other.

“On one hand, if she dies, that makes one less thing on my to-do list to cross off,” She mutters.

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JULIA: "I could also deal with a McLovin finale. I mean, look at him- he may have flown under the radar up until now, but he'd be no competition for me in a one-on-one match,"

---

McLovin turns to her. “What? Don’t you want to heal your friendship before she dies?”

“And get rejected again? I don’t think so. At this point, I just need to make sure you two don't try anything!”

The gator and Michael thrash around in the water for a while until they resurface. Michael punches it in the eye and it sinks into the lake, leaving her treading on water. “Run me my freebie!” she shouts.

“Wow, that girl means business,” Chris says as McLovin and Julia help her out of the water. “And that’s a freebie for Michael!”

---

The dares go on- McLovin wearing deer antlers in front of a bear den, Julia juggling knives, Michael conquering her fear of bees- until finally, Julia approaches the wheel and winces at the result.

“Staci says- eat a live squid!”

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JULIA: “Okay, so far, these challenges have sucked, but they're manageable. But I’m not so good with eating things- I have very receptive taste buds!”

---

“You can play, pass, or use a freebie!”

Julia looks down at her remaining freebies- only one purple bottle left. She swallows a lump in her throat. “Um… I’m… I’ll use it,”

Chris grins. “You sure about that?”

“There can’t be anything worse than eating live squid!” she snaps, taking a seat. She looks at Michael, who shoots her a glare back.

McLovin's gaze bounces between the two before landing on Michael. "Here," he says, pushing his remaining freebies over to her side of the table. "I don't need them anyway," his voice deepens. "I'm a man now."

She pushes them back. "I don't want them,"

McLovin suddenly glares, and shoves them. "Too bad!"

Julia and Michael stop and stare at him, both completely take aback. He realizes he raised his voice and laughs nervously. "If-if-if you want,"

“Okay, dude. McLovin, you’re up,”

McLovin stands from his seat and walks over to the wheel, spinning it. It lands on a picture of Austin.

“Austin says drink fruit punch from the communal toilets!” Chris reads, chuckling. “You can take the dare, or pass.”

McLovin looks at Michael, who frowns back. He takes a deep breath. “Julia!” he says confidently, walking back to his seat.

Julia’s face goes pale as she realizes she’s fresh out of freebies. Chris grins wickedly. “To the toilets, madame!”

---

Julia sits on her knees, peering into the greenish toilet water as an intern pours powdered fruit punch mix and stirs before handing her a straw. Chris watches from outside the stall, McLovin and Michael behind him.

She holds the straw in shaky hands, looking down into the depths of the communal toilet. A dead fly in the water twitches. The pipes creak violently.

Julia scoots back a bit before turning to the two other competitors. “Anyone willing to lend me a freebie?” she laughs nervously.

Michael crosses her arms. McLovin pretends to be distracted with a roach he found on the floor. Julia’s awkward smile drops and she turns back to the toilet.

She sighs and looks behind her shoulder one last time. “Before I do this, I want to say- Michael, I’m... sorry. I was selfish, and I meant every word I said when I told you I still wanted to be friends- real friends. I understand if you don’t feel the same,”

Chris and McLovin both turn to Michael, who sighs. “I don’t. I just don’t think I could trust you after what happened. It takes a lot for me to be able to forgive someone like that,”

“Worth a shot,” she shrugs, looking back into the toilet with a frown.

Chris taps his watch. “It’s now or never, dude, we got a schedule to keep,”

The pipes groan again. Julia stands, her head hanging. “I can’t-”

The pipes suddenly burst, spraying her with fruit-punch toilet water. She yelps and stumbles backwards, everyone else flying out of her way as she runs outside, covered in sewage. She runs down the docks and jumps into the lake water, everyone else in close pursuit.

When Julia resurfaces, she’s coughing and sputtering as the boat of losers pulls up behind her. “W-wait! I technically still drank the punch!”

“Yeah, but you refused the dare. Tough luck,” Chris chuckles as the interns inside hoist her on board.

She writhes and struggles against their grip. “NO! THIS IS NOT HOW I LOSE! YOU CANNOT LET MCLOVIN BE IN THE FINAL TWO!”

“This is Total Takes, dude,” Chris smiles. “Anything can happen!”

The boat engine sputters to life once more as Julia is restrained. Michael bites her lip, thinking for a moment before running to the end of the dock.

“Julia!” she yells as the boat takes off. “Thank you for apologizing!”

The boat disappears, though the sounds of Julia struggling and screaming continue, leaving McLovin and Michael behind. “SHE BIT ME!” one of the interns shouts from afar.

Chris smiles at the two remaining campers. “I’ll see you two at the finale,” he says before walking off merrily, whistling a joyful tune.

---

“That was brutal,” Michael murmurs, the two sitting at the campfire (though there’s no ceremony tonight).

“Yeah,” McLovin nods in agreement, warming his hands by the fire they managed to start some time prior. “Did you mean what you said back there, about not forgiving people?”

“I didn’t say I don’t forgive people,” she stares at him. “I just said it’s hard.”

“Huh… do you think you could ever forgive me?”

She scoffs. “You first,”

“I already forgave you a long time ago,”

Michael stops and looks back at him, eyebrow raised. “Really? Um… huh. I.... guess I’ll think about it,” she says, standing and walking back to the cabins.

#tti #total takes island

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God I spent countless hours as a teen playing on a heavily modded and roleplay enforced ultima online server. I played Cedric Sartone, simple farmer turned tavern owner who eventually turned it into The Best Place In Town. It was poppin every night, I was buddies with every adventurer, soldier, mage, druid, and ranger that played the game. After they went out and grinded their skills and did their quests, I was waiting for them with a warm fire and plenty of ale. I'd buy their ingredients and make awesome food and booze (max level cooking!) and was privy to all the gossip.

Little did they know I had a side hobby. I was brewing massive amounts of the most gamebreakingly toxic poison possible. For over a year I roleplayed with these people as a simple barman, pretended t be their friend and confidant, and then during a harvest festival where every player on our server was in attendance and I was payed to provide the food and drink... I poisoned every last morsel, every drop of drink and after the reagent delivered his speech and all of these fools raised their goblets for the toast and took that deadly sip, I stepped onto the stage and revealed what had happened. They where all going to die, and die they did.

Now this was a permanent death server (hardcore rpers mind you) and some had been playing those characters for 8 years and there they all were, collapsed and dying. Soon they were all unconscious, as you could only die if you went unconscious three times in one day or if a certain psychotic bartender came and cut off your head... which I did to every player in our group of 38. The were all there, and unfortunately so was I.

Revenge against what, you ask?

So the server had a pretty strict policy regarding pvp and pk, essentially the GMs had to determine if there was in character justification for any instance of disputed player killing, obviously my situation prompted a call for an investigation. I understood those rules from the start though, and I kept a written log in game where I detailed my character's building hatred of every single other player character in the world. He would keep track of every little thing from petty slights, to unpaid tabs, but more importantly I adopted the little mannerisms that people roleplayed to develop their characters into the madness of mine.

So Elias was always whistling, well I recorded how infuriating Cedric found it in his journal, and soon he had multiple journals packed full of a thousand reasons an unstable maniac could use to justifiably (re: server rules) murder anyone. The reagent who was all the server admin had some ornate cloak with a custom texture, so I wrote like three pages about how pompous it was, and extrapolated what kind of insufferable prick he must have been for wearing it.

I would just write one or two things down every day for over a year, so I had many books full for the GMs to locate in the tavern basement and read through. The result was that they found my massacre to be in good form and in-character, so the server was not rolled back and instead they decided to reset and implement a new landmass they had been working on. Some people were really pissed off, mostly a handful of the veteran players who had been top dog for several years in their little gladiator arena.

I only did any of it because my first character was murdered by some overzealous asshole who just used his character to project his inferiority complex. He killed me on my second day on the server because I wandered into the funeral of his friend (it was taking place in the middle of town and there was a crowd, of course I was curious) and because I was not invited and he was a known prick it was found justifiable for his character to kill mine because of the emotional turmoil blah blah. So yeah I said f*ck that, and rolled a new character who was ostensibly eager to please and non-threatening. I won. /End ID]

if fallout 76 really is a world where “every character is a real person” & there’s no NPCs im making it my civic duty to be like this lowly tavern barkeep and then once i’ve established enough of a rapport i’m going to nuke all of west virginia and it will be in character

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The Sims 2: Uberhood Playthrough - Round 1 (Broke)

Hello all! Long time, no see! I've been very slack lately, but here I am with another part! The next Broke family!

Here we have Ruby and Trigger Broke, along with their dog, Duke (you may remember him from the last Broke part as the offspring of Danny and Sarah Broke). Ruby and Trigger are cousins, and have recently said goodbye to Trigger's sister, Susie (she got married to another family that we will see in a future part).

Ruby is Skip Broke's older sister. While not normally present in Pleasantview, I recreated the extended Broke family and added them in. After playing The Sims 3 Riverside, it just didn't seem right not to have them here. Ruby is a Pleasure sim and is looking for love!

And here is Trigger, Ruby's paternal cousin. He is a Fortune sim and looking to make the big bucks! He is also not opposed to finding love, especially since his younger sister got married.

Ruby and Trigger both work part-time, and they like to spend their days heading down to the local bar. Ruby found herself oddly attracted to the older Joe Graham. Things didn't get off to a great start though, with their first conversation turning sour very quickly!

Trigger didn't have much luck at the bar, but he did manage to catch the lovely Claire Wood walking past the house and struck up a conversation with her. Claire seemed very happy to meet some new! Meanwhile, Ruby tried to smooth things over with Joe on the phone.

Uh-oh! Ruby woke up this morning at the beginning of a midlife crisis! This means that her aspiration changes to Grow Up and her personality will be in regular mood swings! Watch out Trigger!

Having just aged up to an adult and wanting a bit more independence, Dustin Broke moved in. He would have to share a small room with Trigger, but that didn't bother him. Plus it was another Sim to help out with the bills.

Trigger decided to ask Claire out on a date at, you guessed it, the local bar. Trigger sure knows how to show a girl a good time, even toasting to her while waiting for their food. Maybe this tactic has worked before with other girls. They ended up having a good date, despite spending most of it on the "Okay" level.

Ruby decided to opt for a home cooked meal with Joe. Despite their age gap, Ruby couldn't help but see the youthful side of Joe. That bad initial conversation turned out to be a one time thing, and their relationship really began to take off from there.

This is one of the reasons I love ACR (Autonomous Casual Romance). Claire made the first move with Trigger, securing their first kiss together. Clearly Claire is a girl that likes the simple life of bar food and being toasted.

Now Trigger and Claire, when do you think your second date will...oh, never mind.

Enjoying a post woohoo meal, Trigger and Claire's early dinner was interrupted by a chance card for Ruby, who works as a Coffee Shop Sound Engineer. As always, I roll between one and three to pick an option. This seems to work very well with the midlife crisis too, as Ruby's actions would be very unpredictable at this stage.

And....she got fired. You should know better Ruby than to just hide damaged equipment, and now you pay the price! Luckily Ruby was able to find a job as Fish Chummer pretty quick. There are bills to be paid, and drinks at the bar to be paid for.

Ok, this is now just cruel. Not only did she get fired, but she also picked up the flu! Straight to bed with you! I take the flu very seriously with the more dangerous sickness mod being in my game. I've lost sims before, and it can happen in an instant!

Well Trigger is looking to put a ring on it! Looks like Claire Wood has been able to tame this bad boy!

And Ruby got immediate FOMO and decided she also wanted to get married. It's not a competition guys.

Joe said yes! Ruby and Joe happily embraced! It may seem quick, but you have to remember that each day in my game is one year in real life, so they have known each other for three years at this stage. Neither of them could afford to throw a big wedding, so they quickly went down to city hall and made it official. It may start to get a bit crowded in this trailer.

Oh Dustin! You too! At least yours was just a demotion. The last thing we need is two of you being fired.

Oof, maybe Claire wasn't ready for marriage after all. Or maybe she expected her engagement to be more thoughtful and grand than in the front yard of the trailer. Poor Trigger!

Ruby immediately wanted to try and have a baby. At this stage, Ruby is getting close to 50, so she knew it would be hard to fall pregnant. Luckily on her third go, we heard the sweet jingle of pregnancy.

One day (and one real life year) later, Claire was ready to say yes to Trigger. It's lucky she said yes, as Trigger may have started to question staying with her. They also had a quickie wedding at city hall.

Score! Finally a lucky chance card, this time for Trigger.

Ruby was soon ready to give birth. Little Kaylee soon arrived! Only Claire was available to help her with the birth.

They grow up so fast!! I think Kaylee has taken a little bit too much of her father's face. It will be interesting to see her as an adult. Being a Libra, she will also end up as a Romance sim.

Kaylee growing up to a toddler was also enough to knock Ruby out of her midlife crisis. No more mood swings! Yay!

Duke also grew up. This is the first time I have seen the offspring of Danny and Sarah grown up. They make cute dogs!!

And we ended the round with a surprise pregnancy with Trigger and Claire, resulting in Davey! He is a real cutie! With seven sims and a dog all living in a two bedroom, one bathroom trailer, it was time to split them up. Trigger and Claire moved out with Davey and Duke, along with Dustin into a new trailer, ready for the next round! Hope you liked this part! Please let me know what you think. :)

#the sims 2 #the sims 2 uberhood #the sims 2 broke #the sims 2 story

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ivyruins · 3 years ago

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since you can probably relate xD can I req li's + onion reaction to mc quitting their job?

a/n: I recieved this when I was still working!! but i can do it now since I've officially quit!!! >:)) a short lil reaction since I haven't written anything for a while c:

initially, nightowl is ecstatic. finally, you're quitting your stupid job! you don't have to work long hours anymore and you can finally rest. maybe even pull all-nighters with him! he expressed his excitement in vc and chat everytime, telling you how happy he was that you were doing this.

but on one of those nights he just lays down and looks at the ceiling to contemplate life, it hits him like a shit ton of bricks. you're quitting your job? do you have another job that could help you? you mentioned you don't live with your family anymore -- how were you going to pay your bills? your taxes? what if you didn't have access to the internet and one day logged out of the server forever? he immediately goes online to spam ping you, wanting to know if you at least had a back up plan. now he's really anxious.

you would have to reassure quest a bunch of times. he hates that your job overworks you, of course. and is he happy you're quitting? definitely. he'd throw a party if he could. but he can't help but worry; would you be okay?

quest himself had a hard time getting the job he currently has due to his record, so he probably worries the most out of everyone. though, no matter if you decided to quit because of personal reasons, or other, he is there to support you all the way. he wouldn't force you to take a new job. heck, he'd probably ask toasty to remove the censor so he could send you money so you don't have to work any more. (when he said that, you laughed and told him how very "discord mod" of him to do that. he doesn't understand)

toasty probably was the one who wrote the resignation letter for you. even before you quit; they just had it in their folder on their desktop. just in case. when you mention to them that you're thinking of quitting, toast already copied and pasted the letter in your private chat. and you could only gape in amusement.

toast supports you 100%. they know you're rational and wouldn't leave if you knew it would be bad for you. day after day your vcs with them would always include you complaining about work, and they knew it was only a matter of time before you quit. you find it adorable how it was them who ended up reassuring you that it would be okay instead of the other way around.

you tell xyx in a call. just dropped the bomb and said, "I'm quitting my job." out of the blue in the middle of a pause in the conversation. you expected him to be surprised. wanted him to be surprised, for once. but instead, he just hummed and continued the conversation.

no surprise that xyx would catch on and tease you by not giving you the reaction you wanted. he smirked, and you can see cat climbing on the shelf behind him, "considering my offer as my secretary, doll?"

onion is assured. like toasty, he knows you. you're smart, so he knows (or at the least, hopes) this decision was carefully thought through. and that you had a backup job, or money to keep you going until you get a new one.

despite that, though, he'd still be sure to ask you. let's you know and reassures you that if you ever need help with anything you could always ask him. he'd also probably send you money as well. hey, he worked all those jobs to support his family -- and you're his family too, you know?

#xyx is a menace #we love him #blooming panic x reader #blooming panic #lovely anon #nightowl blooming panic #xyx blooming panic #quest blooming panic #nakedtoaster blooming panic #xyx x reader #nightowl x reader #quest x reader #nakedtoaster x reader #onionthief blooming panic #onionthief x reader

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serendipity. the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way.

mobile vers.

trigger warnings and disclaimer: the verse will mostly surround the death of a close friend as well as many triggering themes such as depression, illness and such. please beware of that before applying/reading the plot.

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july 2016 marks the graduation of claudia madeira and her friends. the group of teenagers was known around the small town of harbor springs for their constant loud celebrations, rebellious ideas and even more, for having dreams that became too big for the city limits. it was a known fact, by their parents and anyone who could hear them daydreaming at the coffee shop, that they would leave town eventually. or at the very least, they would try to. so when the time came, the night after graduation, they followed their own paths and promised to never forget the memories they created in that small magical town from connecticut.

seven years later, things haven’t been good, for anyone. those who left, somehow ended up sucked back into town; by a relative who became ill, after losing their perfect job one day, after a break up completely broke them down.. the reasons are endless. and, of course, there are always those who never managed to escape, whose dreams were tucked into under their bed and plans stayed as just that, plans.

mrs. dolevan said it best, the town shifted the day the last one of them stepped foot into town. something was in the air, things weren’t working as well as they once did anymore. the town had grown old, there was no big group of teenagers running around and celebrating the life they were about to have. most kids had ended up finishing high school in the neighboring town, which made their parents move down there eventually. harbor springs was now a ghost town. with only the memories and echoes, family they left behind and childhood rooms that still held pictures of people they haven’t seen in years.

and claudia, of course. holding the promise she made to never leave harbor springs, and hiding the truth of her autoimmune disease from her best friends as they toasted to the last night together. she held the fort and kept their memory alive. and then, she saw each and every single one of them crawl back into town.

the doctors said it was bound to happen any day, the gossipers said she couldn’t handle another day of living with the fact they had all failed.

summary: a skeleton discord group verse based on the life of teenagers that were born in a very small town called harbor springs and grew up close experiencing traumatic things together but promised to get out of town (or at least try) once they graduated high school. seven years later, they’re all back to town for different reasons and one week after the last one of them arrives, claudia madeira, class president and their valedictorian, passes away from unknown reasons, causing them all to sit in a room together for her funeral. check out the pinterest board.

𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

1. your usual rp etiquette: no god modding, try to interact and plot with everyone. please, no ooc drama and if there’s any issues contact me or leesh privately so we can handle it directly.

2. muns and fcs must be over 21, the age range for muses is 25-27. no problematic fcs, the usual banned: no dead fcs, minors, people who have stated before they don’t want to be used in rps, all that jazz. i also reserve the right to deny any fc that makes me or anyone else uncomfortable.

3. please don’t join if you’re not planning on being active. i understand school, college, work and all that can get in the way and that this is only a hobby but in order for a group to work people must be present at least once or twice in the day or a few hours a week.

4. this won’t be first come first serve, each mun can apply for ONE MUSE. i know there’s no way i can know for sure so this is basically based on trust and a suggestion but i’d love if we could bring new/undeveloped muses to the verse. the plot is heavy on development and in character building to i feel muses that haven’t been completely fleshed yet would benefit more from this setting.

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the allegiant. the black sheep. considered the disgrace of a family or group. the insurgent. rebels, stirs up conflict, goes against the norms. the facade. someone who hides behind a mask. the connard. the fallen angel. someone who fell from a high point in their life. the lothario. / the vixen. the luminary. the leader the icarian. spontaneous and adventurous; a free spirit. the pristine. pure, innocent, unspoiled, uncorrupted.

(you can find inspo posts for each label on the pinterest board.)

𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

if they left town: ( faceclaim, age, gender, pronouns ) can you honestly believe FIRST LAST NAME is back in town? they’re probably around AGE IN LETTERS now and i think they became a OCCUPATION. god, it was only a few years ago they were screaming about how they would PLANS ONCE THEY LEFT TOWN, right? i don’t know what changed but i heard some rumors that REASON THEY CAME BACK. either way, we should all be glad we got our local LABEL back on our streets, who knows what they’ll do next. ( alias, url, tmz, age )

if they stayed in town: ( faceclaim, age, gender, pronouns ) can you honestly believe FIRST LAST NAME never left town? they’re probably around AGE IN LETTERS now and i think they became a OCCUPATION. god, it was only a few years ago they were screaming about how they would PLANS ONCE THEY LEFT TOWN, right? i don’t know what changed but i heard some rumors that REASON WHY THEY DIDN’T LEAVE. either way, we should all be glad we got our local LABEL on our streets, who knows what they’ll do next. ( alias, url, tmz, age )

the app can be sent through my submit and while it’s not mandatory, i’d love if you could attach a pinterest board or a small paragraph about your muse or how they relate to their label. nothing fancy, no need to write a full on bio, just a bit more info if possible!

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the allegiant: omar apollo (barbie) the black sheep: steph mandich (adri) the insurgent: nico haraga (amanda) the facade: rish shah (jana) the connard: sophie thatcher (ron) the fallen angel: teresa seco (lina) the vixen: jamilla strand (leesh) the luminary: drew starkey (bee) the icarian: ange jose (marie) the pristine: sabrina carpenter (ivy)

+ camila morrone (kate) and michael cimino (dj)

#tw death #okay friends it's happening <3 #honestly let me known if you have any questions but #my idea is just a very chill group focusing on development and world building #lots of plotting and creating our muse's backstories together..#okay i'm hyped i'll start rambling #discord rp

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