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International Kissing Day! 💗with 💀🌹 GhostJade 💀🌹

Been a long time since I drew this two lovebirds~ Hope you love it!

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Flo: Tiala! Hi, girl! Got something for you, oh gosh, it’s soooo you! > hands Tiala this without explanation

Tiala, is just staring at the shoes: Um…thanks? It looks…lovely. I guessed. You’re very thoughtful, Florence. I appreciate it. I guessed I’ll wear this sometimes. *smiled a bit at her knowing Florence was just trying to match her taste in fashion because of her liking for sharks*

Tiala really do appreciate for Florence giving her this kind of gift! Although, she would find it weird but doesn’t wanted to be rude to her. Knowing she had use her time and e every to give her that.

P.S. Tiala ACTUALLY wears it sometimes around her place. Feeling quite comfy though! So you could say….she LOVES it! Hehehe!

Thank you for sending this to me! Really like those kind of shoes! Lol. Love ya, pele!😘💖

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Taro! 💜 Who’s tagging along for a shopping spree with Flo? She likes shopping vintage, only pastel clothes with her favorite being pink! (also, would Kanoa hate it or tag along and make it a fun date with jokes and teasing?) 👀

I would like to say…..Agnes, Nigel, Aelan and Alana!

Since Agnes would LOVE to go shopping! Always loves to go somewhere where she could buy her SWEETS! Lol. But even buying nice clothes for herself as well! And she would LOVE to go with Florence! Asking for her advice of which outfit fits HER! And I’m sure that she won’t stop complementing Florence’s taste and styles seeing her in SUCH a good clothing! Hehehe!

And she hoped that she would bring Nigel along! Which this ginger red boy wouldn’t mind! Since he use to go shopping spree with his mom and his little sister when he came back from his deployment. Wanting to spend every seconds with them before heading back. So you could say that Nigel will be the guy to carry all the bags and stuffed. And since he use to shop with his mom and sister. He might even know a few fashion tips for Florence’s liking! You can say that he’s an expert of matching her vibes with the clothing! 😉

Aelan wouldn’t mind to go with Florence for shopping spree. Since there are few things she needs to get. And she hoped that Florence wouldn’t mind for her mom to tag along. Since she does want to spend time with her. She might also needs Florence help to pick an outfit for Alana. Whenever she had a date night. (Hint hint: The Russian Man😏)

And lastly for Alana, she would love to go shopping! Since she use to shop all the time when she was teenager! Having free will to do so because her parents had chose her as their favorite! Alana do have a thing for jewelries and she might even help Florence to pick out which ones are the best choice and would immediately pay it. (Alana don’t take no for an answer…)

This is SO fun answering your question about our OCs interacting! I just LOVE it! Thank you for sending this! Love ya, pele!😘💖

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That was literally me when I saw this while enjoying my McDonalds nuggets. Like DAMN BOI!😍😍😍💖💖💖

don't mind me just thinking abt cowboy!gaz

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TARO

WTF's team first reaction at seeing Asper on a corner like she's some spider

not the floor side, the roof side.

OMG! VINTAGE! I WOULD SCREAM MY HEAD OFF IF I SEE HER UP THERE! Same goes for Kanoa and Nigel. Lol.

If Kanoa walked in, trying to find Asper, and saw she’s nowhere to be found. He would suddenly freeze in place. When his survival instinct kicked in as he felt something was staring at him. And he slowly looked up and screamed to see Asper up there, looking creepy as FUCK! And he’ll be backing away, swearing loudly in Samoan and tripping backward before hitting his ass on the floor! HAHAHAHA! That would be SO funny to see that!

For Nigel, he would be just minding his own business as he heads inside the room. And just whistled away before looking up and screamed like a little girl. Seeing creepy Asper up there and she was staring down into his very soul. Which uh…his soul left his body as he fainted and fell onto the ground. Don’t know if Asper is gonna call help or just laughed at the passed out ginger boy.

Tiala would be startled. Like her body just flinched to see Asper up there. Swear in Samoan and just looked up at her annoyed. And commanding her to get down. (It WOULD be funny to imagine if Asper doesn’t know how to get down. Tiala will have to get a ladder and help her. Hehehe!)

Agnes will scream a little and laugh after. She really likes to get spooked by anything and anyone! It gives her a chill feeling! Hehehe! And will get back to Asper one day for scaring her!

Aelan would be shocked and startled to see Asper up there. And just try to reason with her to come down. That gal is not even helping the doctor to feel relaxed after she dealt with a rough patience.

And lastly, Alana. She would be coming inside to grab herself a coffee. And just said, “Hello, Asper. Please don’t get yourself hurt and come down.” Without even looking up. As she already KNEW she'd be up there by the time she stepped inside the room. I mean….she IS a General. Which means she had experienced having that survival instinct to feel someone’s presence.

This is VERY funny to imagine Vintage! And I’m happy that you sent this! Love ya, pele! 😘💖

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👀 The team better get used to Flo’s perfume, because she is not leaving WTF’s base now 😂👌🏻

Hehehe! She's REALLY into perfumes huh?

Well, Kanoa, Nigel, Agnes and Alana are use to it.

Since Kanoa would love ANY kind of perfume that Florence will be wearing. I mean, how can he NOT get use to see a beautiful gal that match the scent? Lol.

Nigel is also use to it. Love the scent. I'm sure there are SOME perfume smell that reminds him of his mom. So he doesn't mind at all of Florence coming in and out with those perfume.

For Agnes, she would asked her of where she get those perfume. And wanted to buy it herself some! Complimenting of that beautiful scent!

And lastly, Alana. She's use to the scent of a perfume from her. Since she put some on herself as well. Not...everyday though. Just some days when she feels like it. So she doesn't mind for Florence to wear the perfume. As long she doesn't distract her MEN during training. She's looking at YOU, Kanoa.😒

Now we're going to the only two people who is NOT use to the perfume but is tolerating though.

Which is Tiala, who she has sensitive nose from the cold. So she might be sensitive to the perfume as well. Not all the time though. That depends on how much Florence sprayed on herself.

Aelan on the other hand. Do like perfume but doesn't like the smell that is like TOO sweet. It'll makes her crunched up her nose and covered it. As long Florence is careful of how she uses the perfume around the Doctor then the both of them will be fine. But Aelan would compliment Florence's taste in perfumes. And might ask of where she get it from.

I'm sure the team wouldn't mind Florence using her perfume. So she's free to do it whenever she wanted! And thank you for sending this ask! Love ya, pele! 😘💖

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Son of the Devil 🩸

Finally finished with this art piece, featuring Vlad The Impaler from Dracula Untold! I loved his powers sm it was crazy, oml—

I couldn't resist drawing a fan art for him; I hope you like it! (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

Sketch and line-art version under the cut! ↓

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Little Doodle

Talofa everyone! I just wanted to share this little doodle that @gomzdrawfr had done for me! An appreciation of me tipping her from Ko-Fi! Which I’m very happy to help! It goes to show MY appreciation of her doing some commission for me! Hehehe!

Sooooo. I am proudly to present you from this wonderful artist doodle!

……………KANOA TOA!

Look at this handsome fella! Giving that cute looks! Lol. I wonder what was he thinking behind those cute little eyes! And that smile! Hehehe~

I LOVE IT SO MUCH! Thank you Gomz for making him! I appreciate this VERY very much! Love ya, pele!

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WIP (Aelan x Hadir)

"What have you done to ALEX, Hadir?"

"I let him go. To give the message to my sister that I just want a truce. For us to work together."

"Tch. You should know your sister by now that she'll never accept that truce. Not after what you just did 3 years ago."

“I know. But that was from the past and I’m doing this for HER.”

“IF you are doing this for her. Then stop this. What you are doing is going to cause a WAR between your people and the Russians.”

“Then let's be WAR! I will not yield against these Russian rats to take what belongs to US!”

“Hadir…”

"And we'll see about my sister. But in case she does reject my offer. I…was hoping that you’ll accept this.”

“...What?”

“Join with me, Aelan. And I promise you that we’ll be together. Side by side. Forever.”

“.........”

“Please.”

“......I would rather DIE with that warhead instead of being with you.”

“.......fine then. You may rot here to DIE. But I’ll be waiting if you ever change your mind. Take her somewhere where she can’t escape. The rest of you, come with me.”

“......”

A/N: Just a little WIP that I've been having it in my head! The time when Aelan went with Alex and the LF team to check on something in that abandoned bunker. Alex and Aelan went separated. Aelan went by herself though since she knows she can handle herself. Until they were already been put down by Hadir and his men. But he spared Alex and told him to send the message to his sister while he keeps Aelan as hostage in case Alex would do anything to stupid to betray him. And THAT is when these two started to talk. I believe that Aelan is his second choice to have someone by his side. But as expected, this doctor is quite stubborn to accept this kind of offer. UGH! The Trope from "LOVERS to ENEMIES" had really riled me up for these two! Hehehe! Expect this coming for the future!

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Esmeralda "Falcon" Sanchez

Images by @/melodamage on X, @/penduluns, @/dreamsofrvens on X.

Basic Information

Other name(s): Esme, Falcon

Citizenship: Mexican American

Language(s): Spanish (Mexican), English

Place of Birth: Los Angeles

Date of Birth: 5th May 1997

Occupation: Pilot

Status: Alive

Physical Appearance

Eyes: Green

Hair: Black

Skin: olive, medium, warm undertone

Tattoo(s): none

Scar(s): Multiple faded small scars from different injuries. One deep scar on upper right thigh from shrapnel injury.

Face Claim:  Lydia Graham

Description: Esme stands at around 5ft5inches tall with an athletic build; she keeps on top of her strength training and general fitness but has well toned muscles. She is not overly muscular, but you can tell she works out. Her hair is short-ish in length, coming to stop just above her shoulders and straight, parted from the left side.

She is often found wearing a pilot's flight suit, undone with the arms tied around her waist. Underneath that, she wears tank tops or small t-shirts. With that, she will often wear combat boots with the laces wrapped around her ankles before she ties them at the front. When she is needed for her flying, she will undo the suit and become fully kitted out with everything she needs to pilot, with a pistol strapped to her leg in case she finds herself down.

Personality

Like(s): her rage room, mechanical things, taking apart the bike engine she has inside her rage room (not to be touched by anyone but her), birds of prey, bird watching, food, flying

Dislike(s): being grounded for too long, people who assert control over her without earning it, disrespectful people, the Federation, rain, colder weather, people who mumble too much, boats, the ocean, people not valuing her place and skillsets

Strength(s): exceptional flier, hawk-like eyes that can spot things from a fair good distance, strong-willed, good survival instincts, compassionate

Weakness(es): can be impatient, single-minded at times, tunnel vision, stuck in the past at times

Relationships

Parent(s):  Elena “El” Sanchez, Christopher “Chris” Sanchez

Sibling(s): Liam Mateo Sanchez (goes by Mateo)

Spouse(s): Keegan P. Russ (eventually)

Children: none yet

Affiliation(s): J.J (@deeptrashwitch) Beth (@stargazing-sapphire2) (more can be added, just ask me!)

Biography

Born to a Mexican-born mother and American-born USAF father, Esme was a child of the military and moved around a lot with her family. She was extremely close with her father, despite him not spending a lot of time at home, as she appreciated his time with more passion the less of it they had. She made every second count, as did her father. By comparison, her brother was not as close, and even resented him for not putting the family first. The two were also extremely close with their mother and loved her dearly, enjoying her cooking, her made up games, the creativity she brought to the home. She was a mother without compare, in their eyes, no one ever reaching the pedestal that they had put her on. And Elena adored her children.

When Esme was much older, she came to a decision that she would like to follow in her father's footsteps and become a pilot, however, she didn't want to fly jets or planes. Esme has set her heart on helicopters.

By the time she was 18, Esme had applied to join the US Army and completed the Warrant Officer Flight Program over an 18 month period. Her parents couldn't be prouder, but there was little affection or support from her brother, though he did not make this obvious. In 2017, the battles that would follow the Federation's first attack were some of Esme's first. A few years after that, whilst on leave, she visited her mother and brother in Mexico, just before the Federation attacked and claimed Mexico a part of its dictatorship. It was during this time that Esme had to hide her true occupation, while working to keep her family safe; she intended on escaping Mexico with them, heading towards the border to America where she knew fellow troops were holding the line. However, it was on this journey that they were captured by Federation soldiers, questioned and threatened. Esme refused to talk, unwilling to give in to their demands. It was at this moment that one soldier killed their mother in front of them. Her brother caved, begging them to take them in and that they would fight for the Federation. He gave his sister the grace to keep her secret safe, not revealing that she was with the US Army, or else that would mean her death, too. It was at this point that Esme and her brother were taken in by the Federation and became soldiers; Esme's talents as a pilot were clocked and she unwillingly, silently spent years biding her time for the right moment to escape. Meanwhile, her brother worked his way up through the ranks, gave in to their propaganda, and came to love the Federation. While stationed at a remote POW base, one that her brother was the overseer for, Esme found her opportunity to escape. A rebel attack gave her the opening and Esme stole one of the helicopters with the intent on flying to the nearest US-associated base.

She knew the risk that came with flying an enemy bird into US territory, but it was calculated and one she was willing to take; of course, with the lack of luck that Esme seemed to have, her bird was shot down. In its crash landing, Esme survived, but was injured, a jagged piece of shrapnel stuck in her thigh as well as a broken wrist, other grazes and scratches. She tried to patch herself up as best she could and waited, knowing that her former affiliate would send someone to check out why a singular enemy chopper was flying so haphazardly in enemy territory.

This was her first run in with the Ghosts, Beth (@stargazing-sapphire2's oc) was the one locate her and after a brief conversation, she had gained herself long enough to plead her case to Elias. Of course, there were records of her, records that stated she was AWOL. Given that snippet of truth to her story, Elias allowed her the benefit of the doubt. Not to mention, Esme had good insight a fraction of their enemy, and all information was helpful. It took a while for Esme to find her place, but she was glad to be back with the people she was supposed to have been fighting for from the beginning. She remains loyal to them, fiercely, but experiences a lot of grief over the loss of her brother, who still maintains oversight on many POW camps.

Divider Credit: me.

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‘cause my heart belongs to you / i’ll risk it all for you • AFTER HOURS

i couldn't keep this just for myself any longer, i am sorry mutuals, it's me again. sharing the absolute legendary commission i got from @dreamcast641 of Makarov having a completely sane moment and Bella, as usual, taming the beast. dream, i love your art style and thank you for creating something incredible that i am absolutely insane over. thank you for being awesome! check dream's ko-fi here if you'd like; recommend them 100000%!

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Tarooo, speaking of Gaz and his funky adventures (baby boo is the real superhero), if asked the WTF, what would they say it was their wildest/crazy experience in an assignment/mission? 👀

Hello hello again, my dear friend! And ooooo! I would LOVE to answer this! But there are only two of them that I had in mind for their WILD/CRAZY experience from their assignment/missions. Which is Agnes and Kanoa!

Starting off with Agnes. In the Modern Warfare Reboot (2019) AU for her. The most craziest thing that she did was in London. Where and when she met Sergeant Gaz and Captain Price. In the scene where these two men had found the hostages and was trying to save that one man who has bombs attached to him. And they were about to give up to help him, seeing the timer was about to go off. But then Agnes came in to the rescue as she tried to turned the timer off. Seeing this situation is being tense SO deeply. Gaz and Price thought they’re done for seeing the timer was about to turn to zero. They both take cover before hearing no explosion. And that’s when they saw Agnes had already disarmed bomb. And the timer had stopped in 1 SECOND. That was a RELIEF. Like damn that girl was giving them a HEART ATTACK! Lol.

Next is Kanoa. He had 2 crazy experiences from the missions. You can read through here to know about it! And I’m pretty sure you’ll be shocked and surprised to see how many he had escaped DEATH by pulling those kind of stunts!🤣

And that's about it. Sorry for not making more of it. Since that's all I could think of. Hope this answer your questions. And thank you for sending the ask! REALLY enjoy seeing you and the others being in my inbox! Love ya, pele! 😘💖

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don’t let them fool you…they’re equally dangerous

excited that i got to commission @gomzdrawfr for a blorbo doodle of Makarov and Bella 🥹 look at them! the honorary bad guy and the apologist vigilante…🥰 i’ll be sighing dreamily over this, and if you want to check Gomz’s page and snatch a doodle too here’s their ko-fi and patreon! immensely thankful🩷

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Lighten Up

Kanoa, rubbing his face as he was in his office talking with Tiala: Tia…the Captain had stormed into my office with an ICEPACK on his head. Yelling at me that you were being rude and mocking him. WHAT did you throw at him?

Tiala: Well…he’s the one who’s being so rude and hard towards MY men. So I went to my barrack. Grabbed the lamp and went back to him before throwing it at him. And tell him to LIGHTEN UP. Kanoa: ...... Tiala: ...... Kanoa: ............ Tiala: ............ Kanoa: ............Pffft! Sis, this is SERIOUS. I have to take this SERIOUS with you. Tiala: But you were about to laugh. Kanoa: Yeah I know I know. But…that’s a good one. Tiala: I learned from the best. Kanoa, having that older brother proud moment for his little sister:🥹

A/N: Tiala can make jokes too ya know. All because of her hanging around with Kanoa too much. So making jokes about ANYONE (except her parents) is really fun of her. Even to the higher officers...IF they're rude though. And you have NO idea how proud he was. Hehehe!

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Silent Decay

Disclaimer: This fic contains content that may be unsuitable for readers uncomfortable with profanity, body horror or grotesque visuals. It is a psychological horror story featuring me and my friends' OCs! Story is all written by me!

The age description to read this fic is 16+ so if you're younger than that, please avoid reading this! Proceed with caution, and enjoy! (Don't worry! You may opt out of this fic if you like, self-care is absolute necessary <3)

Special thanks to @efingcod, @imagoddamnonionmason, and @alypink for allowing me to use their OCs for this collab fic! Park and Adler belong to Black Ops: Cold War, by Treyarch!

MASTERLIST.

PART FOUR.

WARNING: This chapter contains disturbing content which could unsettle some viewers, please proceed with caution.

PART THREE

The alarm clock rang, the sound sharp as it filled the whole room. Mila groans as she rubs her eyes, reluctant to start the new day. 

She saw outside her window that the clouds were slightly darker this time, perhaps confirming that whatever her father had said about the possibility of rainfall was true. But, as always, it’s the same routine for Mila. To wake up and carry on with the family’s responsibilities.

Shutting the alarm off, she stumbles out of bed, gently making her way to the bathroom with weak steps due to the tiredness still lingering in her body. She stares at herself in the mirror, her face looking a bit dead. 

She did have the urge to sleep a little more but resisted. The thoughts of Jodie being sick and Vincent wanting to pursue his dream college were now stressing her out, sighing as she shook her head in wonder. 

It attacked her like a truck, reminding her constantly about what her family requires as she slowly sacrifices her dreams and ambitions to handle what Russell left behind.

Brushing her teeth, Mila then steps into the shower to relieve her mind from the reality in front of her. The warm water falls on her head, soothing her worries away. She did realize in between, that if Jodie and Vince were happy, why wasn’t she? 

She closed her eyes, letting the water run down her face.

If she truly wanted to heal herself, she had to heal everything around her. The atmosphere, the home, the way they moved through life. They would make it. She believed that with her whole heart. She will break all chains, and take a step forward to make a difference.

Preparing herself for the new day, she wears her regular turtleneck, with leggings, drying her hair and combing it, adjusting them as she smiles in the mirror.

Feeling she should surprise the siblings, Mila decides to cook some bacon for Vincent, and toast with some of the blueberry jam that Aunt Helen had saved back then for Jodie. Frying the bacon in the pan while she applies the jam on the bread, serving the food on the ceramic floral plates as she hums a song and joyfully dances.

As the food was almost ready, Mila called Timmy inside and poured the dog food into his bowl, petting him as the golden retriever wagged his tail delightfully before he began to eat.

Bringing the plates and placing them on the table, she chimes the bell again, calling the two downstairs. “Vincy! Jay!”

“Do I smell bacon?”

Vincent’s hurried footsteps echoed down the stairs, and the moment he spotted his plate, his eyes lit up. “No way!”

Mila let out a small chuckle, the sound soft but genuine. “Do you think I’d ever forget your favorite?”

“You seem to be in a good mood today.. something that I have not been surprised by yet?”

Mila hesitated for a moment, then shook her head lightly. “Nothing... I just want to keep a smile on everyone’s faces now.” She exhaled, her voice carrying a quiet determination, holding a smile on her face. 

“These past few days sure haven’t been kind to us, after Dad’s leave... but if we work together, maybe we can do whatever it takes to bring life back to this home like it used to be when Mom was here.”

She reached for Vincent’s hands, holding them gently, her gaze locking onto his with quiet intensity. “We can help Jodie. We just need to create a place where she feels safe and where she dares to fight back. When she's happy, we’ll be happy too! This is why I even made her favorite blueberry jam and toast.”

“Wait.. hadn’t she already finished the blueberry jam a few days ago when Aunt Helen came here?"

“She had also given me some more jam earlier in case we ran out of supplies again,” Mila whispered as she began to eat her breakfast as she spoke. “Couldn’t risk keeping it on the counter alone again.” She chuckles.

Vincent chuckles back, eating his bacon. “Well, let’s hope Jodie comes by.. today's breakfast looks like it was made with the same enthusiasm as the last time.”

Feeling enlightened, he was delighted and excited to have his breakfast. For the first time that morning, something in Mila’s chest felt lighter. If she could bring even a moment of comfort, maybe it would be enough to help Jodie heal, to help all of them heal.

“It’s going to rain," Vincent mumbled as he ate his food. “Dad was right. Perhaps a storm would hit here any sooner.”

“Never mind, we’re at home,” Mila replied. “It’s not that nothing bad would happen.” They both chuckled and waited for their little sister to arrive at the dining table. 

A minute passed, and she still hadn’t come downstairs. Though slight concern tugged at her, Mila had enough patience to let Jodie take all the time she needed before joining them. They knew she would be here any moment. 

But all of a sudden, a thought crossed Vincent’s mind, he wanted to inform Mila about it. About what happened yesterday when Mila was out buying groceries, something that had kept him restless throughout the night.

The telephone call. The creature in that basement.

That very phrase kept echoing in his mind on a loop, bringing back an unsettling feeling that crept into his chest. The voice on the other end sounded familiar.. but he couldn’t quite confirm if it was truly the person he thought it might be. 

If he mentioned it, would Mila ever believe it?

“Uhm, Mila I—” Just as he was about to ask Mila about it, a loud thump echoed through the house, making both of them freeze in place. Their eyes snapped toward the source of the sound.

“What was that?” Vincent had slightly jumped by that sound, but Mila thought it could be someone upstairs.

“Jay?”

After the loud thump, they heard.. the footsteps. Timmy suddenly felt an unease, softly whimpering as he backed off in distress.

Her breath hitched as she turned her gaze toward the staircase. The camera cut between her face and the darkened steps, each step growing louder and heavier. The slow, deliberate rhythm sent a shiver down her spine. 

Vincent noticed it too. His excitement faded, his brows furrowing as he turned toward the sound. A tense silence fell over the room, broken only by the approaching footsteps.

Something wasn’t right. Outside, the clouds darkened. Thunder growled low, like a warning.

The footsteps grew heavier, more uneven, until finally... Jodie makes herself emerge from the staircase.

She stomped down the staircase with force, her disheveled hair clinging to the sides of her face, damp with sweat. 

Her skin looks paler, and sickly, with dark veins creeping up her neck and beneath her hollowed eyes. Her eyes felt like they were.. dead. Her mouth was also covered in a black-like substance, probably vomit as it had dripped down her neck.

Mila and Vincent froze. Neither of them spoke as Jodie moved, her steps dragging yet deliberate until she reached the dining table. Without a word, she sat on the chair, her body hunched forward, glaring at the food.

Then, with sudden, violent hunger, she grabbed the toast with blueberry jam, and shoved it into her mouth, devouring it in seconds.

The wet, grotesque sounds of her chewing filled the silence, and the jam smeared across her lips like blood. She even snatched the bacon from Vincent’s plate, ripping into the crispy bacon with guttural ferocity.  

Mila’s stomach twisted.  

Vincent looked on, stunned. Neither of them could speak. Could move as they watched Jodie in this condition.

Timmy just watched, feeling uncomfortable as he squirmed.

Jodie chewed, and swallowed, her breathing ragged, yet the hunger in her remained.

She lifted her head slowly, her bloodshot eyes locking onto them, a sickening smile creeping onto her jam-stained lips. 

But before anything else could happen, her face contorted, her body heaving as she suddenly retched. A black tar-like substance poured from her mouth, spilling over the plate in sickening waves, the sound of liquid splashing against the ceramic filling the room.

Mila and Vincent froze in their tracks, their eyes wide in sheer disbelief. 

Mila’s hand flew to her mouth, her breaths coming in quick, shallow gasps, struggling to process the sight. Vincent was paralyzed, staring at the scene with a mix of horror and confusion, unable to speak or move.

The thick, dark substance pooled across the plate, and the smell. It lingered in the air like a foul omen. Jodie mechanically turned her head next to where Mila was sitting, her eyes sharp like a glare as she spoke in a gruff tone. “More.”

Mila, who was horrified to the core, ran to the kitchen hurriedly to get some more sandwiches for her. She panicked, grabbing onto one of the bread slices and spreading the jam over the piece she took.

She turned back to the dining table, witnessing Jodie staring at her, waiting for Mila to bring more blueberry jam and toast for her. Placing the plate in front of her, she stands there, worries flushing over her face.

Mila backed away, her legs trembling as she rose from her seat. Vincent, gripping the back of the chair as if it might protect him, didn’t dare move, his mind still struggling to grasp what was happening.

Neither of them could find their voices, but could only bear to witness what just happened in front of their eyes.

“J-Jodie?” Mila’s voice shivered.

“I’m fine.” Speaking with a guttural groan, she got up from her chair, without saying anything, went back upstairs to her room, and slammed the door shut so violently that it could be heard around the house.

Mila and Vincent watched it all in pure horror, their eyes meeting each other, witnessing the drastic change in Jodie’s condition. Timmy barked at her, calling her out as she flinched at him and screamed. “Shut the fuck up!”

Timmy sadly whined, furrowing his eyes when Jodie cursed at him like that. Their worries had grown into concerns, which made them observe her sudden erratic behavior with the black substance she excreted out of her body. 

No one had expelled such a thing from their body, which hinted that Jodie’s sickness was not normal. Her face and her behavior were enough to explain that something was wrong.

Mila’s voice was ridden in panic, as she quickly made her way upstairs to Jodie’s room, and Vincent made his way to the telephone again, quickly dialing the number. Mila knocked on Jodie’s door, trying to open it through the doorknob but it seemed like she had locked herself inside.

“Jay, open the door!”

Jodie screamed at the top of her lungs, as she started to throw every single thing in her room, as Mila outside her room, backed away in terror while hearing the horrors of Jodie losing control every second.

Meanwhile, downstairs, Vincent frantically tried to call an ambulance, but there was no signal. He redialed, hoping someone would pick up, but he found nothing. The hospital line couldn’t be reached.

Panic rising, he dialed his father’s emergency number. No connection. The line was completely dead.

His stomach twisted. Why now? Why, when they needed help the most?

“Why wouldn’t anybody pick up?! The lines were working just fine yesterday!” Vincent cried, as he slammed the phone on the dial, groaning as suddenly, he remembered that there was another telephone in Russell’s room.

“Y-yes.. t-there’s another telephone! I should pick that up!” He ran to the other room, hurriedly forced the door to open, rushed towards the telephone, picked the receiver up, dialing the numbers.

“Come on, come on..” He puts the receiver in his ear, hoping for them to answer back. But with no luck, no response. Nothing. Just a buzzing sound.

Vincent groaned and slammed the receiver over the telephone. “Why the fuck anybody wouldn’t pick up? What’s wrong with the telephone li-” And then, his mind flashed with something that Russell said to them before leaving.

“I heard that a massive storm would hit in a few days, so with that, the communications would go off for a while.”

He stared at the wall in horror and realization, the receiver falling from his hands. Flinching at the sound of thunder mixed with heavy rain, and turning around to hear the sound of a pounding door, it was Mila who was desperately trying to get Jodie to open the door.

For a brief moment, Vincent’s distress turned into a state of wonder. He was hoping for it not to be true, but that constant paranoia kept reminding him about something terrible happening to the family, just because his curiosity got the best of him.

Those words echoed in his head. 

“You shouldn’t have done that.”

His eyes widened. Was it the curse? The curse Adler told about them ever since they were kids? Shouldn’t he have looked in the basement? Is it out there, to punish them all? To make them suffer? To which Jodie fell infected?

Hadn’t he been way too stubborn to know what was inside, he would have never seen anything like this.

Has the curse Adler told about never been just a myth?

“Death is your only answer.”

Feeling devastation gushed through his veins, he started to blame himself for committing such an action that put his family in danger.

He clenched his hair, growling helplessly as he slapped his head and face multiple times. “W-what have I done? What have I fucking done? How could you be such an idiot, Vincent? It’s going to kill us... its-!”

He still remembers everything. The creature. The splattered organs.

Those hungry eyes glared at him and snarled while being angry for provoking it. The voices in his head. The phone call.

Vincent’s heart raced. The words penetrated deeply, fueling his growing dread. Tears streamed down his face, and his instincts screamed at him, projecting his worst fears onto the present.

He spoke in a weak tone, saying, “It’s all my fault.”

It was now heavily raining outside, accompanied by thunder. Inside the house, Vincent was stressed and devastated at the condition of Jodie, who was seated on the couch, staring down at the ground hopelessly. His eyes looked dead, cheeks soaked in his wet tears.

The poor can’t even contact the ambulance, nor the police for help, because of the heavy rain. He realised they were currently all alone, stranded in the hills, away from the town, which could have immediately taken her for rescue.

Despite all three living away, isolated from the outside world, they were afraid that even if they had to take Jodie to town, they couldn’t risk letting her sickness infect someone else.

Because this disease was so new to the two, they feared it might have been born in their home first. It was baffling because even after such a drastic change was happening within Jodie's Body, she kept saying she was fine and didn’t need to go to the hospital. They had to act fast.

Drowned in guilt and sorrow, he realized that his one impulsive action had caused extreme trouble because he chose not to comply with his father’s orders.

But the main question arises: why would Adler even keep a creature like that in the basement? For what?

Mila walked down the stairs, weakly, as every step she took felt like a heavy weight falling on the wooden surface. Her eyes were as tired as Vincent's, making her way to the couch where he was sitting, joining next to him as she didn't acknowledge Vincent’s presence.

He saw her staring at the void, her gaze hollow, like she was emotionally devoid of anything. Along with exhaustion, defeat laced over her face as she failed to convince Jodie. Neither of them dared to break the silence. The weight of what was left unsaid hung heavier than any words could.

“Any luck?” Mila asked, defeatedly.

“The telephone lines have been blown off.. Dad said because of the rain, they would be gone for a while.” Vincent replied, huffing. “We need to take her to the hospital; we don’t have a choice.”

“Do you think we’d let her go out with us in this state?” Mila interjects, her voice breaking as she speaks. “She’s turned into something.. a-abnormal and, what if something happened and.. w-we couldn’t make it? W-what if it’s some kind of infection, like in those zombie movies? What if we had to kill her—”

“Why do you have to talk like that every time, Mila?” Vincent grumbled, annoyed.

“Because I’m scared! I don't want anyone to die after Mom!” Mila sobbed and placed her palms over her forehead, bending down in distress, trying to sniff her tears back.

She continues. “I’m.. I’m just scared.. I’ve never seen her this ill before.”

A scene shows Mila wiping off the black substance from the table, her face drenched in sweat, and her eyes terrified. She was even struggling to clean it off because the cloth couldn’t seem to properly absorb the vomit, sniffing and rubbing her nose with her sleeve.

“And it feels as if we’re going through the same shit again. First Mom, now her? I don’t know if I could handle this anymore.”

Vincent saw the pain Mila was going through, but including her, he too felt the same. He sure wasn’t good at expressing his emotions, but Mila and Jodie meant a lot to him. Let it be his older or younger sister, he’d do anything to let no harm get to him. 

He looked down at her hands, nails dirty, bile clinging stubbornly. Mila had previously wiped off the table with the vomit, and it felt like no matter how much she scrubbed, it would never come off.

Despite everything, he gently placed his hand on hers, comforting her. "She’s not just your sister, Mila. She’s my sister, too. If we don’t take care of her, who will?" Vincent added. “We’ll figure it out. We’ll keep her safe, I promise. I’ll protect her, even with my last breath.”

“But I can't lose you too, Vincent.. you’re the one I only have, along with Jodie.. we all just can’t live without each other.”

“I understand your pain, Em. But Jodie right now needs us.. we need to think of something.”

“What’s baffling me is that we ignored the symptoms.. I thought it was a normal cough.”

“Me too.. she was all healthy but.. what happened now?”

Mila was all silent, lost in her thoughts, as she wasn’t able to muster up all the courage, hoping Jodie would recover. Vincent was trying not to act distressed, but the visions and feelings of an upcoming danger were slowly destroying his hope, too. Both were equally devastated, yet they had their ways to cope with their problems.

“Only if I were a bit more responsible...” Mila sniffed and shook her head, trying not to break down in tears. Vincent couldn’t bear to see his elder sister’s condition, knowing what she had been through. 

After Mom’s death, she was the one who held the family together. Sure, Adler had been there for them, but his constant absence for business was the sole reason why she started taking things more responsibly. 

Even Vincent himself wondered why he was still sulking around, if he did care. He should have completed his college and been doing a job as a psychologist, earning a good living. He even had equal regrets in him, in which he always worried about what the future had in store not only for him, but for everybody. But he feels he just put everyone’s lives in danger at this point, much to his guilt.

“I even lost the keys to the basement.. God, why does this happen to me? Am I growing careless, Vincent? Who couldn’t even handle one single responsibility, even if she has many.” She laughed half-heartedly, feeling awful as she clenched her forehead.

Vincent felt his body tense and a bit uneasy. He knows he took the keys behind the frame and dropped them keys in the basement before escaping that creature. Despite knowing it was his fault, he saw Mila taking all the blame on herself.

It was absolutely painful for him to see that, because of his actions, he was making Mila suffer. 

Jodie suffers. 

And of course, himself.

He took a deep breath and gently held Mila’s hand, closing his eyes and pursing his lips tight, his mind dithering to tell the truth. He had no choice but to face the consequences of his actions. If Mila had to be cross about it, he’d accept it. He knows he messed up. He almost put their lives in danger.

“Em. Would you be mad if I said it?” Vincent asked, with anguish in his tone.

“Said what..” She replied feebly with her head cast down on the ground. Vincent held her hand tighter, something which immediately drew her attention towards her brother, watching him sob and hold onto his tears.

Vincent broke down, gently weeping. “It’s my fault. I caused this. Jodie’s ill because of me.”

“But, what did you do?”

“I did what I was never supposed to do, Mila! I broke Dad’s promise. I took the keys that were hidden in Dad’s room and—”

“Huh? But, I still don’t understand.” Mila still didn't want to believe in that, yet she was immersed in the conversation.

“I was a fool, Em. I.. the stubbornness took the best of me. I lied to you, I hid this from you, and please! I didn’t mean it.. I didn’t mean it. I feel whatever may be happening to Jodie right now is because—”

“Wait, wait, wait... how did you even find the keys? I thought only Dad and I knew where they were kept.”

“I sneaked up on you once and noticed that you used to hide the keys behind the family photo frame. When you were gone for groceries, I took the keys from behind and opened the basement—”

“You did what?!” Mila exclaimed.

“I-it’s because I always wondered about.. w-what was so special about Dad constantly going down there the basement, because he kept that to himself for years, Mila! Years. He thinks we’d keep on believing in his made-up story, but one day, I just.. I just had to. I couldn’t take it anymore.”

“But why would you do that, Vincent? You know, Dad told us not to open that!”

“How would you know if he’s telling the truth or he’s faking it, Mila! I’ve seen what you haven’t! I have heard what you haven’t! And I can assure you, throughout all these years, I feel the reason why Dad daily goes inside the basement, and constantly leaves for town for no other reason, is because of that thing—”

All of a sudden, the lights went off, much to their surprise yet annoyance. “God, first the telephone, now this..” Mila groaned, eyeing Vincent for a few seconds before turning her face away in indignation. “I never expected this from you, Vincent.”

“Mila, please! Whatever is happening to Jodie might be—”

After the discussion she had with Vincent, she stood up from her couch, ignoring his presence. “Just go check the power in the storage room, I’ll check on Jay.”

Mila stomped away upstairs, her footsteps heavy and angry against the wooden floor. Vincent watched her leave, speechless, unable to say anything that could persuade her to stay.

His lips slightly parted, but no words came out. He lowered his eyes back to the ground, knowing that nothing he could say right now would make a difference.

He let her go, guilt twisting inside him like a knot that wouldn't untangle.

Feeling dejected, he languidly makes his way to the storage room to check on the light. Meanwhile, Mila goes upstairs to check on her younger sister, but something stops her from going up there. She turned back to see Timmy, clueless about what was happening around him, was equally as concerned as the rest. 

Mila sighs, reaches out to Timmy and caresses his head, and comforts him. “It’s just a power cut, honey. Vincent has gone down to check on the lights.”

Timmy kept whining and pawing at her legs, as the elder deeply understood his feelings, because out of everyone, he was the most attached to Jodie. 

Mila sighs as she keeps stroking his fur. “You want to see her, don’t you?”

Timmy lets out a small whimper, looking up at her. He’s always been Jodie’s shadow, the one who curled up beside her at night, the one who waited at the door every time she left. Ever since they were kids, Jodie had pampered and cherished Timmy more than anyone. The two had that kind of connection that was really rare for anybody to understand.

“Alright. Just for a bit.” Mila rose to her feet, scooping Timmy up before making her way upstairs to Jodie’s room.

Meanwhile, Vincent grabbed a flashlight from the drawer, walked upstairs, and observed Mila and Timmy trying to knock on Jodie’s door. His head shook, not having the courage to convince Mila again due to his guilt, walked past her as he made through another pair of stairs at the end of the hallway to the top floor, where the attic and the storage room existed.

Mila knocked on Jodie’s door, Timmy wagging his tail eagerly, hoping for a response. But the room remained silent. Jodie didn’t answer. “Jay?”

The generator stood in the corner of the storage room. Vincent hovered his flashlight over the machine, kneeling down and carefully inspecting its components. He believed the battery may have run out, or a short circuit may have occurred, or the generator may have had to be replaced.

Vincent checked for any signs of damage, but much to his confusion, everything seemed intact, much to his annoyance.

“The fuse doesn’t seem to be blown.. The batteries are working fine, too.” He muttered to himself, furrowing his brows.

Mila glanced down at Timmy, and the little dog looked back at her, as if searching for guidance. Neither of them wanted to give up.

She sighed, turning back to the door. “Jodie.. you may not let me in, but you’re just worrying us, but Timmy more. He’s been begging to see you. At least don’t break his heart, Jay.”

Still, nothing. No sound, no movement.

Mila swallowed, her voice softening, nearly breaking. “Jay, I know you’re going through a lot, but don't isolate yourself from your own family, who wants to help you.”

Mila continued after a slight pause, the silence being painful as usual. “We need to work together, right? Because I care about you, Jay. We all do. Dad wouldn’t like it if he came back and saw you like this..” She hesitated, as her fingers on the door curled into a fist, resting her forehead on it in distress. “You and Vince are all I have left. I.. I can’t lose another.”

She sniffed, trying to keep herself together, but her voice wavered. “Please.” 

Timmy whimpered beside her, pressing his small body against the door, his silent plea joining hers. The stillness around them was suffocating, slowly draining away any hope for a response. Just a word, a sound, anything. Mila pursed her lips, trying to keep herself together despite the weight of the situation. 

She had always believed their family was cursed with misfortune, something that had chipped away at their bond, pulling them apart in ways she couldn’t understand. Yet, through every hardship, the siblings had stood firm, holding the family together, refusing to let it crumble. After Aleks’s death, they only had each other, with Russell.

A sigh left within Vincent, heavy with frustration. He pushed himself up, dust clinging to his hands. His mind was already making calculations, he’d tell Mila, maybe they’d need a replacement, maybe—

His body froze. A presence. It was behind him.

The air changed, thickened. Heavy, like something unseen had stepped into the room, just within reach. The skin at the nape of his neck prickled, a deep-rooted instinct clawing up his spine.

“Timmy.” Jodie’s voice mumbled through the room.

Mila heard the lock of the door slightly open, much to the elder’s surprise. Jay may not have come out of the room, but her faint voice did. “Let him in.” As Jodie agrees to let Timmy in, Mila sighs in relief and looks at the dog, feeling glad. 

Timmy excitedly comes into the room, as he can finally see Jodie, who was sitting on her bed, with her hair covering her face, all disheveled like the last time, with her skin covered with veins. She moved her face towards Timmy, staring at him, who was happy to see her.

Back to Vincent, he turned his head slightly, barely breathing. His flashlight trembled in his grip as he swept its light across the storage room, checking every corner, every wall, and every ceiling. Still air. Nothing moved. And yet—

"You shouldn’t have done that." 

A whisper. A rasping breath, impossibly close.

Vincent jolted, his heart hammering against his ribs as he whipped around, the beam of light slicing through the dark. He covered his ears, not wanting to listen to the evil filling inside of his head. “No.. it can’t be you again.”

His breath hitched, pupils blown wide as he scanned the space.  

No one was there.

His pulse roared in his ears, drowning out the silence. He stood frozen, every muscle in his body locked in place. He could still feel it, the presence, the weight of something unseen lingering just out of sight. He could still remember that horrific moment with the creature that almost took away his life.

“Die.”

His grip tightened around the flashlight. Move. Move.

With a sharp inhale, Vincent spun on his heel, forcing himself toward the exit. His mind screamed at him to get out, to run, but before he could act—

A figure errupted behind him, hearing him loudly scream.

The flashlight nearly slipped from his grasp as he stumbled back, his breath ripped from his lungs. But as his eyes adjusted..

It was, gladly, none other than Mila.

She stood next to Vincent, who was also startled by Vincent’s scream, blinking at him in confusion. “What the hell, Vincent?”

“Jesus Christ, Mila! You scared the shit out of me!” Vincent grabbed his chest, feeling his soul almost leave.

Mila sighed as she rolled her eyes, shifting her weight. “Whatever.. did you find anything?”

“No..” Vincent exhaled, his voice still laced with unease. He forced himself to glance back at the generator. “But the damn thing is working just fine. There are no loose wires, blown fuses, and the batteries aren’t even close to dead.” His jaw tensed. 

Mila rubbed her temples. “There’s so much crap going on in the hills. No communication, and now no lights. God, what a week.”

Vincent barely heard her. He cast a slow look over his shoulder, back into the darkness.

Whatever had whispered to him, if anything, was gone. The silence felt suffocating, and Vincent’s breath came fast and shallow. He felt an overwhelming urge to tell Mila, to make sense of what had just happened. 

Should he tell her? The question echoed in his mind. Would she believe him? Or was it just his mind playing tricks? He hesitated, the shadows in the room only deepening his doubt. The urge to speak was strong, but fear held him back. 

Would the truth even make a difference? Mila was already agitated because of his recklessness. He knew Mila was not willing to admit the fact that Vincent tried breaching into the basement despite Dad’s command.

But whatever Vincent heard on the telephone and what he witnessed back there in the basement was terrifying for him to bear. He swallowed hard, shaking the thought away.

Gathering up the courage, not caring about what the reply might be, Vincent comes forward with his question. “Em I.. I want to talk to you about something.”

“What are you hiding this time from me, Vincent?”

Vincent closed his eyes, his breath unsteady as he finally spoke, his voice tight. He thought if Mila didn’t hear a word about him going in the basement, he’d sure tell her about the phone call.

He didn’t want to act like a disappointment to the family, again. For what he truly did, and was ashamed of it.

He felt like he just made things worse. 

"I’m not hiding anymore, Mila. I strongly think there’s something we're forgetting, but it’s always been here. With us all along.”

Mila raised an eyebrow, intrigued but skeptical. "What do you mean?"

“We’re not alone, Em.”

“...”

“Something is lurking in the shadows. And it’s been here with us, all the time.”

The words hung in the air, the silence between them thick with the weight of what he’d just said. Even Mila nor Vincent could believe what they had just said.

They were sure trying to piece all the fragments together, but they did seem out of place. Only if they knew what was responsible for all of thi—

Suddenly, a loud crash came from upstairs, mixed with a whimper. That caught the two siblings’ attention. “W-what was that?” Vincent’s voice cracked with panic.

Mila’s expression shifted in disbelief. “Hold on.. w-was that..”

Vincent stared at Mila horrifically. “Don’t tell me..” They both looked at each other for a few seconds in shock before making their way downstairs quickly. They headed for the above floor, to Jodie's room, which was shut.

They exchanged a quick, silent nod before Vincent pushed it open.

What they saw would haunt them forever.

As the door opened, Mila gasped loudly, covering her mouth with both of her hands in horror, staring at what she had just seen through her own eyes. Her eyes welled up in tears, quivering as she felt like retching, but also to cry out loud.

Vincent then looks at Mila in this state, equally confused as he too looked at what Mila had her attention on, also stood frozen, his breath catching in his chest as he took in the gruesome scene before him.

The room felt colder, darker, as if the very walls had closed in on them. The truth had arrived, cruel and unimaginable.

They saw the dead body of Timmy. With his body ripped into shreds, and his organs ruptured or eaten out. 

And above that, they see Jodie, facing away from them, staring at the window with her hands all bloodied. They were currently way too shocked at Timmy’s condition, more than to look at Jodie. Timmy slightly whimpered in pain, moving his paws weakly. It was a matter of time before his body finally gave up and stopped living. Mila’s eyes desperately tried to look at Jodie, who was still turned away from them, still in position.

There was no sound, just pure silence. Painful yet horrific. Vincent told Mila to stay here with a few actions before he could gently walk next to Timmy’s body, observing that his insides were all eaten off. Vincent swallowed hard, his fingers hesitantly reaching for the little collar tag still wrapped around Timmy’s neck, the small bone charm attached to it. 

The sight of it shattered him. Now, trying to approach Jodie, he sneaks his feet softly towards the younger sister, who still doesn’t respond to anything. Curiously, yet concerned, Vincent began to reach his hand towards Jodie, until—

“.. Jay—��

Jodie flinches back at Vincent, letting out a shrilling, monstrous scream, revealing her monstrous face, with black-tainted eyes and a widened mouth with jaw, having demonic, sharp teeth.

With her face covered with the black veins and Timmy’s blood after devouring him, as if she has completely lost all her humanity, the scene immediately turns black, leaving it all on a cliffhanger.

END OF PART THREE.

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Fatherly Bonding

*Nikolai was just "helping" Aelan dealing with her patient who was being rude to her and was threatening her* Nikolai, brought a sludge hammer as he gave this patient a smile: I heard that your legs were quite bad from the fall. How about I'll help you by making it BETTER?~😁🔨 Patient: WHAT THE FUCK?!?😨 Aelan: NIKOLAI! NO!

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*Nikolai having lunch with Agnes in the mess hall before starting to talk shit about the patient he use to deal with* Nikolai: Это тот человек, которого я напугал до чертиков. Agnes: Он хоть в штаны описался? Nikolai, nodded and grinned: Да. Agnes: HAHAHAHA!

A/N: A father figured spending quality times with the girls. Lol. And I really do like to think of Nikolai being a father figure for these two. If you remember about Aelan's biological father had left her mom (Alana) when they were teenagers. Which is the time they have found out that Alana was pregnant with HER. And for Agnes, she had lost her father from the illness when she was in her teens. It really saddened them both until they've met Nikolai. The Russian heard their stories and he felt pretty bad for both. So he decided to help them out and slowly become a father figure to both of them. Which he doesn't mind. And also, yes. Agnes had learned Russian because of Nikolai. And also, HAPPY BELATED FATHER'S DAY! Love ya, peles! 😘💖

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I NEED the team’s reaction when Florence shows up all cutesy looking for Kanoa, smelling like cotton candy and in all her pastel clothing glory 🩷

AAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWW! I could already imagined of how CUTE she'll look! Hehehe~

Okay! Now for the WTF's reaction!

Tiala -> She would say that Florence does look nice in her clothing and her looks are really beautiful. But she suddenly have that weird feeling and questioning WHY is Florence is being dolled up all of a sudden. Until she paused seeing her talking to KANOA. .....that overprotective sister mode had ACTIVATED-

Agnes -> She'll gasped and would called out to her saying- "FLOREEEEEEEEEEEEEENCE! YOU LOOK SOOOOOOOOOOOOO CUTE! I LOVE IT! YOU SLAY GIRL!" And just send a blow kiss to her just being friendly. Lol. She also question of what made Florence dressed up so CUTELY! Until her jaws dropped to see that gal talking with her Captain. She felt excited to see this but then soon felt that dark aura next to her....Uh oh-

Nigel -> Will be surprised to see Florence walked in looking so gorgeous in that cute dress and couldn't help smelling that sweet cotton candy scent. It almost makes him feels like he's under her spell already but already snapped out of it before smiling at her. He was curious of what made her dressed up and then his eyes widened to see her talking (flirting) with his Captain. He...felt weird at first but not to Florence but to someone- Oh shit, his First Sergeant doesn't look so happy.

Aelan -> Like everyone else, she's surprised as well. But finds it cute to se Florence dressing up like that. She would be watching her passing by as she smell her sweet scent of cotton candy. As her eyes followed the little hacker gal. She smiled a little to see the REASON why Florence had dressed up a bit. Is for Kanoa. Of course, who else wouldn't like to dress up for their sweet charming Captain. But she knows what's happening next as she could see SOMEONE was not happy about it.

Alana -> The General JUST walked in with her coffee to see Florence walking by. She was confused to see her coming into their base looking like THAT. She even wonders if any of her other soldiers saw this pretty gal walking by. Until she saw her talking with the Captain. Oh ho. This will be fun to watch.

And lastly, Kanoa -> Let's just say that he's SMILING. One side to another to see the pretty lady coming in. I mean, he's surprised as well but also expecting it. So you could say that he's quite excited to see her. Seeing that admiration expression on his face once his brown eyes lay upon this beautiful little lady~ Hehehe~ He would be talking with her ALL day. And didn't see SOMEONE was just death glaring at Florence.

And don't worry about Tiala. She's just being overprotective with her big brother. Doesn't mean she doesn't LIKE Florence but just not trusting her to be in a relationship with him. Thank you for sending this ask! Love ya, pele!😘💖