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Spider-man: The Animated Series, 104 (Feb. 18, 1995) - “Doctor Octopus: Armed and Dangerous”

The Breakdown

Good news, folks! Pete is FINALLY gonna get some action with Felicia Hardy.  The last time he tried to make a move he got cock-blocked by a Spider Slayer (we’ve ALL been  there), but thankfully the last of those have been destroyed, so it's safe to say nothing's gonna get in the way this time.  Anyways, just as Peter shows up at Felicia’s massive family mansion, he gets immediately cock-blocked by Dr. Octopus, who we are now meeting for the first time.  The good Doctor proceeds to kidnap Felicia Hardy because he wants revenge on her mom.  We discover that, Mrs. (Anastasia) Hardy once provided funding to one Dr. Otto Octavius, who was trying to create a cold fusion generator; but his progress was too slow, so she cut him off.  Unable to continue his work safely, Otto followed the only sensible course of action left to him, and continued his work UNsafely.  Shockingly, this resulted in an explosion that turned him into a supervillain instead of killing him.  If you’re an actual person who has willingly chosen to read this blog entry about an old Spider-man cartoon, then you probably don’t need me to explain who Doctor Octopus is; but just in case you do, he’s basically got cybernetic tentacles grafted onto his spine now, and he didn’t before.

J. Jonah Jameson is a friend of the Hardy’s, and gets involved after being hand picked by Doc Ock to deliver the ransom. Sadly, the drop goes south when Peter butts in as Spider-man, and gets his ass handed to him. To make matters worse, Octavius takes Jonah captive, meaning double the ransom for double the hostages. Feeling a bit guilty for his royal screw up, Peter offers to deliver the next ransom payment without any of that superhero nonsense.  This second attempt goes pretty smoothly until the Doc refuses to let Felicia and Jonah go free, since he’s now demanding more money (a good financier is hard to find).  Everyone knows that two hostages is company, but three’s a crowd, so Dr. Octopus opts to violently launch Peter through an open window (and presumably to his death).  Thankfully this allows him time to change into Spider-man so he can save the day, although not without incident (there’s a whole thing with a rocket that almost incinerates Felicia and JJ, but don’t worry it all works out).

The Verdict

Another enjoyable romp that faithfully re-introduces one of Spider-man’s more prominent rogues.  There’s nothing about this interpretation of Doc Ock’s origin that I actively dislike, although I do find it a little too convenient how he’s independently tied to both the Hardy’s AND Peter Parker (check my Additional Observations below for more on that).  Where this episode really shines is the action sequences, which are well animated, and deftly capture Spidey’s smooth acrobatic movements.  In fact, the animation is so good that future octopus-centric episodes would come to reuse much of it as a cost cutting measure (a practice that this series would gain a reputation for). 

3 stars (out of 5)

Additional Observations

Dr. Octopus joins The Lizard as the second villain on this show who has pre-existing ties to Peter’s personal life.  In the comics most of Spidey’s initial villain roster were comprised of individuals who didn’t know Peter at all (or at least not until after they’d crossed paths with him as Spider-man), with the most notable exception being the green goblin.  Even as a kid I always preferred it that way: A) Because it always seemed a bit more probable, and I was a nerd who cared about such things. B) It made the exceptions to that rule a bit more meaningful.  Oh well, this is a kids show after all, and I can appreciate that the writers needed to take some story-telling shortcuts to accommodate the show’s runtime.

Young Peter's history with Octavius: We’re shown that Otto Octavius once ran a science camp that Peter attended as a boy.  There, Octavius encouraged Peter in his own scientific pursuits, after the other kids tease him for causing a small chemical explosion.  It’s nice to see young people being mentored in the sciences, but I find Otto Octavius’ inspirational advice somewhat dubious. Otto states, verbatim: “Their laughter is meaningless. Science is the important thing, it justifies ALL that we do in its service,” which is quite a concerning statement coming from a guy with a German accent.  I might otherwise be inclined to argue that the writers had intended for this to demonstrate how his ethics were always questionable, but the scene plays out to warm inspirational music. Also, in the VERY next line Peter wonders aloud “What could have changed him?”  Um.  I dunno Pete, it kinda seems like his current actions and behaviour are all consistent with his previously established worldview, and you just overlooked it because he was being nice to you during an emotionally fragile time in your life. 

Also, if you’re going to give children access to potentially dangerous chemical compounds (which I would advocate against, but that’s just me), the proper use of PPE should probably be more strongly enforced. 

Oh, and don’t worry folks, Felicia is still down to give Peter another chance at that date.  Pete’s wallcrawling typically gets in the way of his love life, so it’s always nice when he gets an occasional win.

Although, you may be wondering what has become of Mary Jane who was introduced triumphantly in the final moments of the previous episode.  All I can say is that she’s not here this week, nor were the writers interested in addressing that subplot, but then I guess contending with metallic-tentacle-wielding psychopaths is probably a higher priority. At any rate, believe MJ be back with us next episode.

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Afraid // JJ Maybank

Seven- Mommy Issues

Pairing: JJ Maybank x fem routledge! reader

Warnings: mommy issues, mother abandonment, anger, maybe some mistakes, tell me if I missed anything

Description: y/n has always wanted answers about her mother, but the truth seems more harsh than what she had in mind.

A/n : hello, hello friends. Sorry for not updating sooner. I had absolutely no inspiration, lol. Anyways, hope you enjoyyyy! :) (also I know the gif is terrible quality but I really wanted to put this clip and I couldn’t find any cleaner option to make a gif)

Previously

Afraid Masterlist

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Gif made by me!

As a child, y/n never realized how her family was different than the others. A lot of kids on the cut had single parents, it wasn’t that big of a deal. Her mom had left when she was only three, to go pursue her dream job in Colorado. It wasn’t a bad thing in the girl’s eyes. It didn’t feel like she was missing out on anything.

As she blossomed into adolescence, y/n finally understood how unconventional her family was. She heard the other girls at her school talk about their mothers. About the cakes they made or the precious moments they spent together. Mother-daughter bonding moments. She had to admit it she felt jealous. Or maybe was it envious?

She had lived all her life without a mother to kiss her scraped knees or braid her hair before going to sleep. And she would have given anything to experience it, even for one single night.

It wasn’t that she didn’t love her brother or her father, far from it, she adored them. They were both so precious to her. Still, she felt as if something was missing from her. Or more like someone.

She didn’t remember her mother, she was so young at the time, but she cherished the stories her father had told her. She fed her imagination on these stories. Making up fake memories where her mother was still there. In her heart it was all real. Reality was bitter compared to the sweet comfort of her imagination.

By the time she was 12, she’d heard the famous story enough to know it by heart, each word of the letter engraved into her head. She begged her father again and again. She wanted more stories, even the smallest anecdotes, she wanted to hear them all. Anything to improve the sketch, constantly redrawn, of the woman she didn’t remember. The woman she couldn’t really call a mother.

She knew the story by heart and yet it felt incomplete. She’d heard enough fairytales and read enough books to know when a story was complete. This one wasn’t.

And she was right.

A week after the twins’s 13th birthday, their dad gathered them around the kitchen table. He wanted to talk. It was very important. Y/n had to admit, this was quite strange, as her father was never the one to bring up important issues. In front of him was placed an envelope, yellowed with the years.

The girl knew this envelope all too well. Every scratch, every little bump, she could almost feel them on the tip of her fingers. It was her mother’s letter. This time, when he pulled out the folded pages, a third paper came out. The missing part.

Big John didn’t say anything, only slid the pearl white sheet to the twins. And though no words came out of his mouth, a million could be seen in his gaze. He wore an unfamiliar expression on his face. It was mix of sadness, fear and regrets. It was the expression of a man who only wanted to protect his children from being hurt.

The missing paper read as so:

“This is my dream, John.

And I know you might think there’s a way for us to fix this, but there isn’t. This time you can’t fix it.

When I got pregnant with the kids, I was so scared. And when I told you, I saw this glimmer in your eyes. This flame suddenly being lit inside of you. You were so excited to have your first child and it was twins! You seemed so happy. It was beautiful.

Then I thought that maybe we could do this, maybe I could be a mother. I had you, so everything would be fine. My friends kept talking about this amazing connection that felt with their babies when they were carrying them. But I never felt it with the twins.

And I thought that maybe once I held them in my arms I would finally feel it. That motherly connection. It never came. And I tried, John. I tried so hard. But I just can’t.

I do love them, I love them so much, but not the way you do. Not the way a parent loves their child It can’t do it, I’m sorry. I wasn’t meant to be a mother. Life is cruel that way sometimes.

If there’s one thing I’m certain of, it’s that you were meant for this. I can see it in the way you look at them. You can do this, John. I know.

Be the parent I will never be able to be.”

Y/n’s curious eyes scanned the paper excitedly. Her face showed a variety of emotions in the span of a few minutes. First, excitement and joy, then, confusion and finally, anger. The tip of her ears burned red, her hand shaking beneath the table.

John B. placed the paper on the table, a loud sigh escaping his lips. Though, compared to his sister, he seemed relatively calm.

Y/n couldn’t contain it anymore. She stormed out of the house, her feet shoeless and her shoulders bare. She had no idea where she was going, but she ran.

It didn’t matter. As long as she was going somewhere. As long as she was moving and running, then she wouldn’t have to think. And if she was thinking, then her mind would take her to a bad place. She didn’t want to go there. So she ran.

The Routledges were never reputed to be angry people, much less violent. They were generally very calm, maybe a bit arrogant, but always composed. Of course, when a Routledge was after something, they would do anything in order to obtain it.

But y/n was one of the exception. She was the first Routledge woman in nearly 150 years. For generations, every Routledge man had sons, who had sons, who had sons until her father. He had a son and a daughter.

She wasn’t an angry person or mean in any way. On the contrary, she was kind and gentle. But compared to her brother and her dad, she felt emotions deeply.

And maybe it was her mother’s side and not the Routledge in her. It was so intense, sometimes. Almost blinding, at some moments. It was like the emotions took over her. It didn’t happen very often but it felt like she didn’t control her body anymore.

When she finally came back to her senses, y/n was standing on an empty beach. She hadn’t realized how far she’d gotten until she felt the warm sand under her feet. A cold breeze wrapped itself around her shoulders. She was so far from home. And so alone.

She walked to the ocean, letting her toes dip gently into the water. The water was cold but calming. Her anger slowly disappeared with each breath she took, until finally she could see everything clearly again.

Y/n turned away. She thought of going back home, when a wave of emotions hit her. She fell to the ground. It was like the air had been sucked out of her lungs.

Her chest burned, she felt like she had swallowed fire. Her shoulders shook and loud sobs escaped her lips. She dug her hands into the sand, trying to ground herself. It didn’t stop her tears from crashing onto her shirt.

A shadow appeared in front of her and she recognized its shape in a matter of seconds. It could only be one person.

“Are you hear to laugh at me?” She said through tears.

“No, not this time,” said John B. He sat down beside her, his eyes looking into hers. “Oh, y/n.” He wiped the tears off of her face

“I’m sorry,” she sniffled. “It’s just that, that,” he placed his arm around her shoulder, she took a deep breath. “Part of me always thought that she would come back.”

“That she’d come stay with us and finally be our mom. But she’s never coming back, ever,” her tone was almost accusing. “I lost so much time making up scenarios for her and she doesn’t even love us.”

“You know that’s not true,” reasoned John.

“Yeah, but it feels like it.”

“We don’t need her anyway,” stated the boy. “We’ve got dad, surfing, plenty of fish and well, each other. It’s not that bad is it?”

“No, you’re right.” She looked at him. “I just feel like I’m missing out on something. Like I’m,” she paused, looking for the right word, “incomplete.”

“I get it. If the roles were reversed and dad wasn’t there, I guess I would feel that way too,” confided her brother. “But don’t give her this much power. She doesn’t get to make you feel this way. You’re whole on your own, y/n/n.”

“Thank you, bird.” She slid her arm around his shoulder, letting her head rest on top of it. “You know, you can be an amazing brother sometimes.”

“Sometimes?”

“Yeah, sometimes.”

“Hey, bird?” “Yeah?”

“How did you find me, anyway?”

“You always come here when you wanna be dramatic.”

“I do not!”

“You so do!”

And slowly, the imaginary memories fell apart and disappeared. Y/n didn’t need them anymore. She’d be better in the real world.

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Working Tease

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader

Summary: reader and hotch have a spicy weekend, they like to remind each other and remember their fun times while on a case. 

Note: while the summary makes it sounds like there’s smut there really isn’t 

Warning: swearing, light sexual content, lightly implied dom sub relationship  

Word count: 3k 

Category: ummmm… fluff? A little smuttiness 

A/N: I hope this is good and you like it. I just got this idea in my head and couldn’t shake it so I decided to write it. This is the first time I’ve written anything like this so go easy and I really hope you like it 

I definitely got a little softer than I meant to in the middle but I like it so. 

I swear I swear I swear spiral part 2 next 

(My other blog: @mac99martin )

Masterlist 

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Oh dear god, it was Monday morning, ugh, Mondays, and the team had just come back from a rare weekend with no case. It was the best weekend, Jack was at a sleepover for the weekend so you and Aaron decided you would have a sleepover too. Much like Jack’s you didn’t do much sleeping, though for very different reasons. You had come into work achy, sore and bruised from all the handmarks and hickeys across your body. As you said, it was a fun weekend, but it came with repercussions. Those being, you hurt, everywhere. And of course, you were called in for a case. You walked into the conference room; you were the first there so you stood at the table and grabbed a file, that’s when Aaron came up behind you. You jumped, not expecting anyone to touch you, but you settled into his touch, his hands around your waist. His touch alone relaxed you, your muscles immediately loosening and feeling better. “Hey” he whispered into your ear nibbling on it as he spoke. He turned you around to face him. And you place your hand on his chest. Feeling his hard muscles through his tight fitted dress shirt. His hands move down to your ass, the simple touch sends shivers from your sensitive bottom throughout your body as memories play through your head of how you got the bruises to begin with. You slowly felt his hand cup your ass, “Aaron-” He squeezed, you took a sharp inhale and whimpered burying your head in his chest, gathering the fabric of his shirt in your hands.

 “Oh I’m sorry baby, did that hurt?” you whined at his words, he took one hand off your ass and tilted your chin up so that you were looking at him, a sad pouting look on your face, he kissed the top of your head. “Your adorable” pulling you back into his chest and moving his hand back down, using both hands to caress your ass, sending shock waves through your body as his hands continued to dance across your sensitive skin. His touch ignites all the nerves in you, your body heating up, yet still, you nuzzle your head further into Aaron’s chest, seeking comfort, a release, as your grip tightens on his shirt, and very intently making sure not a single sound leaves you. To both of your disappointment, you heard footsteps coming down the hall, he gives you a quick kiss before reclaiming his professional nature and moving a respectable distance away from you. He easily regained his composure, you're always so jealous of how he can just snap right back into work mode, you quickly turned around hiding whatever completely unprofessional expression you had on your face, though you did catch a slight smirk on Aaron’s face, asshole. 

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You had done the briefing, squirming in your seat the whole time, Aaron had announced wheels up so you packed your bag and drove to the airstrip, again sitting uncomfortably, until finally, you made it to the jet, where you got to sit for even longer, well isn’t this perfect, the weekend wasn’t worth the torcher of the next few days-yes it was-whatever. You and Aaron were at the back of the plane, files open on your laps in front of you, everyone was nose deep in files and facing away from you. Aaron casually slips his arm from his file up your back and rests it on your shoulder. You don’t acknowledge his movement until he puts pressure on your shoulder, coaxing you towards him, at first you resist, but he’s a very persistent man so after checking the rest of the team isn’t looking you shift your weight to lean towards him. You hear movement so you lean further towards him, playing at looking at his file. When Aaron is satisfied that no one is looking he moves his hand from your shoulder to your collar, pulling it to reveal your neck, your hickey cover neck to be specific. You turn your head, looking back at his hand, moving up to his eyes. His eyes are warning with a bit of smugness behind them, he uses his knuckle returning your eyes back to the file while he goes on to reveal more of your neck. Once he is satisfied with the amount of skin he has, he places his hand on your waist. Fortunately, as you are on the aisle seat, your body is blocking most of Aaron, but you both consistently glance up, just in case. He takes a moment, admiring the delicate marks across your delicate neck, leaning in he runs his nose along your neck, before placing light chaste kisses up and down until finding a rather large hickey taking residence on your pulse point. He starts placing an open-mouthed kiss on it, running his tongue along it, you restrain yourself, closing your eyes and revelling in the feeling of his touch, as well as the shivers that run through your body. He continues his act of affection, unable to pry himself away from you, loving the way your body reacts to his and the way your neck looks with his mouth on it. His movements get smaller until lips move up to your jaw, placing a final beside your chin. You turn back to him, a find smile on both your faces, you lean in placing a soft kiss on his lips before turning back to your file, his hand still wrapped around your waste

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You were all in a conference room, it wasn’t anything special, honestly, it was the opposite, you had all been in a lot of police stations before, always setting up in any free room with a table, and they always sucked, stuffy, dull rooms, but most of the time they at least had windows. This one didn’t have a single window, not even one on the door. The fluorescent lights were horrible and one of them had even been flickering. It was like what? 9 pm, you don’t even know anymore, you had done all the running around for today, theorized and profiled your minds away and now had little else you could do today. You had basically been sitting in silence for over 30 minutes now, after running out of things to say you had all silently agreed that no one had anything more to add but weren’t ready to give up, resulting in a tension-filled room, the only sounds being of rusting papers and creaky furniture. 

God you were ready to fall asleep right here on the table, just turn your brain off and die-you had just been staring at the same page for what feels like forever trying to read the same lines over and over until eventually, you gave up and have now, for at least the last five minutes you’ve literally just been staring, the words morphing into thick blurry lines, your eyes now focusing on the white of the page more than the ink while your brain slowly drifts away. 

Your mom would call this lala land whenever you zoned out as a kid, and really she still does any time you zone out around her. You always hated it when she snapped you back into reality; you like being in lala land, it's peaceful, your brain is empty, there are no thoughts, some peace and quiet, an escape from your own mind, which is normally a very busy place. It's kinda like your swaying to the music, except you can't hear the music, you're just floating in blissful nothingness. 

At this point you're so lost in your own mind you don't even hear the door opening nor the extra person who has come in. Though, you do notice the file you've been blankly staring at has now been taken out of your hands. Your hands have stayed in the same position, as if they still had a file in them, your eyes try and subtly scan your surroundings for it, turning your head to find Aaron with it. Your hands clenched into fists and you bring your arms back to your body, “Uhm” your mind cannot even form words right now and it is *extremely* annoying, it feels so empty like a whiteboard that has just been wiped clean, literally all you can come up with is, “what?” 

“JJ just came back with food.”

“Oh, right.” -you didn't know JJ went to get food 

You turn your attention back to the group, going to help clean up papers and hand out food but Aaron’s eyes stayed on you. 

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When food was handed out you sat back down and Aaron sat down next to you, pulling his chair over to be closer to you, his hand going to rest on your thigh, you glance down and then look into his eyes, a little smile making its way onto your face. Your sweet smile forcing a small one on to the corners of his own lips. He shifts his posture further towards you and you mirror it, “are you alright?” 

“Of course”

His eyes narrowed slightly, “you seemed… out of it, earlier”

A wholesome feeling bloomed through your body, though you kept your physical reaction minimal, “ya, I was.” Aarons face stayed in its negative state, you moved your hand down to your thigh, placing your hand on top of his and lacing your fingers through, “don't worry, I’m back.” relief, and even a slight smile washed across Aaron’s face, he moved his hand from under yours and moved you closer to him finally settling down resting his hand on your back.

You spent the next 45 minutes eating and when you were done Aaron deemed the day was over and that you’ll start fresh in the morning. 

You all cleaned up, packed up and drove back to the hotel, all the while Aaron somehow managed to stay physically connected to you at all times. Honestly, it was kinda impressive. 

You were in your room for all of 1 minute before knocking on Aaron’s expecting door. You both quickly got ready and slipped into the comfort of the hotel bed, it wasn’t the same as your’s -or Aaron’s- but it did just fine, especially with Aaron’s warm body right next to you. You moved closer, intertwining your legs with his and laying your head on his chest. Aaron adjusted, you lifted your head slightly, letting him move freely, he took the opportunity to move your hair out from under your head and throw it behind you, he pulled your head back down to his chest. His hand kept in your hair, going back and forth from messaging your scalp and running his fingers through it, softly detangling it as he went. He loves your hair, always touching it, playing with it, and running his hands through it, while he loves all of those things, occasionally, this weekend, for example, he likes pulling it. And although you too thoroughly enjoyed the hair pulling, this was really nice too. You fell asleep to the soft sounds of his breathing, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest and the light brushing of your hair.

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Aaron spent the weekend marking you, so he had no shortage of sensitive places to touch you, and on cases, all he ever wanted to do was touch you.

-

This case has been such a pain in the ass, staring at the crime board in front of you. The answer is right in front of you. Just see it, it has to be here, what aren't you seeing!?

Turns out it was in front of you, the necklace the third victim was found dead with was the same one that one of the suspects from the beginning of the case was wearing when you interviewed her. 

The arrest was thankfully cut and dry; the team and the local cops ambushed her house, and while they did have the unfortunate timing of her being in the kitchen, with lots of knives, you got lucky and she didn't protest. 

Much to the entire team’s disappointment, the plane wasn’t going ready for hours, which meant that you all still have half a day to kill before you can even think about going home. So here you were, back in the conference room, again. You cannot begin to articulate how much you hate this room. You would give anything to leave it, but the team decided to start the paperwork so here you are doing the (second) worst part of the job in the worst room you've ever been in. Now, are you being over-dramatic in your personification and feelings for a room: maybe, but you don't care, you're tired and you really just want to go home, so it is what it is. 

No, but seriously, you are so bored, the combination of this room and this case is just not it. Now, this is really terrible to say, which is why you would never say it out loud, and you definitely shouldn't be thinking it in the first place. People are dead, and that really bad- that being said this case was so boring. Again, sounds bad but you're just having such a hard time concentrating, room+paper+sleep deprivation+this specific case, concentration is just not coming to you. Ok, you studied psychology, you know why you are thinking about and caring about your little problems over actual death, the brain and whatnot, but that doesn’t help stop you from feeling bad. And on top of everything else previously stated: is this internal monologue really helping you focus? Absolutely not, but here we are.  

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Although it’s less than two hours later, it feels like an eternity. Over-dramatic again, yes, but even from halfway across the country, you can still hear your bed calling your name. That being said you're pretty proud of yourself, you've actually gotten some work done, weird right, but give yourself some credit, you've done well in this time. That is until you feel Aaron subtly place his hand on your shoulder. You notice it but you don't give it much attention, focusing on your next sentence, and even when he pulls your collar and you feel his hand on your bare skin, feather-light touches skimming across your shoulder, circling the slightly faded bruises and marks to the mostly faded bite mark. You give in, relaxing into his touch, taking a minute to stop focusing on the world and simply drift into calmness. The simple touch giving you a small reminder of his love and affection, willing you to continue, to make it through until you get home. Aaron takes his hand tucking your hair behind your ear, his hand lightly brushing jawline. Just like that, the moment has passed, both of you getting back to work.

but now with the smallest amount of extra motivation.

Aaron’s hand stays on your shoulder. 

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As if you all hadn't waited long enough to go home already something happened with something and everyone was sitting on the plane for an extra hour before take-off. You guess you just didn’t wake up with much patience this morning because you quickly got bored of every app on your phone, out of severe boredom you somehow ended up on photos - and there you are, the last photos in your camera roll happen to be the ones you took on Saturday before Aaron got home from dropping Jack off. You had decided that you wanted to do something a little more special so you put on this very nice new set, it was a black two-piece, the bottoms were covered in lace, high waisted and cheeky. The bra was almost completely lace and see-through, the only solid parts being the boning that also happened to accent your chest perfectly, needless to say, he loved it. But of course, you, staying on brand, got impatient, you were alone in the house and he wasn’t going to be back for 15 minutes. Naturally, you found yourself in front of a mirror admiring how you look, when you picked up your phone. That's what you find yourself staring at now, looking just as good as you remember when taking them. 

-

When you were finally up in the air you had decided to play chess with Reid, you usually didn’t win but it was fun anyway, you had also carefully chosen the single set of seats near the back, a seat that you could perfectly see Aaron from who was seated on the outside seat, facing you near the front. When Reid asked why you're sitting here to play as opposed to your usual seat you shrugged it off saying no particular reason, that was far from the truth but he definitely didn’t know that.

You were halfway into the game and Aaron had been working for a while, that's when you pressed send. You put your attention to the game, Aaron looked at his phone and looked up at you but you didn't look at him until he had opened the message, catching his reaction was everything you wanted it to be. 

You tried not to smile at how he was trying to control his reaction but your ego definitely went up. His body didn’t move, posture staying tense and rigid but his eyes met yours. His eyes were angry and powerful but his pupils were dilated. You put a sweet smile on your face, feigning innocents, but winking at him before turning your attention back to the chessboard, leaving him to his own accords, having to deal with himself until he can get home. 

You couldn't help but smile knowing precisely what you did to him and when you saw your phone you had to bite back the much bigger smirk threatening your lips. 

“Your place when we land. You better drive really fucking fast” 

If he could tease you, why couldn't you tease him?

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[brelione]

Protect You (JJ Maybank X Reader)

Warnings:Domestic Violence,blood

Request:Hi! can you write a jj maybank fic with prompt #10, y/n is friends with the pogues and just recently broke up with her kook boyfriend. She starts getting closer with Jj and then her ex wants to get back together, she doesn’t so he chokes her and punches her. She tries to hide it from the pogues but jj thinks the bruises on her neck are hickies and gets defensive. Y/n continues to lie but then JJ makes her cry and she tells the truth ?? (Love ur blog v much❤️💕💖)

So this isnt exactly what you wanted but I tried so I hope you still like it <3

Loose long sleeve shirts,baggy sweatpants and high top sneaks.You were limping ever so slightly,thinking that none of them had noticed.You had been alarmingly quiet and smoking weed pretty much every 20 minutes.Nobody asked you why you were acting this way.Kie had just thought you were on your period,sharing the information with the boys,You had been staying at John.B’s and refusing to go back to your house in case he showed up there.

It was somewhere around 7 in the morning when JJ woke up,going to the porch to smoke.You were already there.Your hood was up,hair in a messy know on top of your head.You had a few dark bruises on your neck,the fake metal chain you owned dangling off your neck.You were leaning on the railing,blunt between your lips and your eyes closed as you tried to calm your thoughts with the drug.The small scar on your cheekbone had become irritated as it always did when you had cried.Being in this state meant that you hadnt noticed JJ’s tall figure yet.You let out a sigh,a small cloud of white smoke leaving your mouth.JJ came up behind you quite. 

“Morning.”His voice whispered groggily.You pulled up your hood so the fabric covered your neck,the material stopping behind your bun. “Morning.”You answered quietly,wincing as his arms wrapped around your waist and his chin rested on your shoulder. “Are you okay,sunshine?”She asked.You took the blunt back between your lips,nodding slowly. “You’ve been smoking a lot lately.”He observed,sliding his hands under your hoodie and onto your hips.You grabbed his wrists tightly,pulling them off your body.He frowned.

 “What’s wrong?”He repeated his previous question,sounding more serious this time. “I dont like when people touch me.”You answered as smore crawled out of your mouth and into the air.He slid between you and the railing. “You love hugs and cuddles.You always have.Im gonna ask one more time.What’s wrong?”He asked again.Worry and anger course through his veins.He hadnt really seen sunshine in three days.He had seen (Y/N) but not his sunshine that he had known and loved since seventh grade.

You sighed,avoiding his eyes as you exhaled smoke,the cloud hitting his clothed chest.You went to take another hit but he took it from your hand,making your eyes widen. “What the hell,JJ?”You asked,tears beginning to form in your bloodshot eyes.He sighed,looking down at you.You were silent as you thought about what you could possibly say,what excuse you could make.You held the bottom of your hoodie,thinking about what you were about to do. “Don't tell anyone.If you tell anyone ill kill you.”You told him.He nodded nervously. “Im serious,not even John.B”You spoke softly,worried that someone would hear you even though you were ten feet away from the house.He nodded again.

You hesitated,pulling off the hoodie with a small hiss.His heart dropped,feeling sick.Yellow and black bruises cover your torso,scratches and scabs and cuts all over your ribs and stomach.You pulled at the drawstrings of your pants,letting them fall into the grass.Your knee cap looked out of place,a large cut across your thigh.He couldn't say anything,tears coming from his eyes as his jaw fell. “Dont cry,im fine.”You forced a grin on your face.His fists clecnched. “Who the fuck did this?”He demanded,hand going to the gun in the waistband of his jeans.You sighed,shaking your head. 

“This is why I didn't want to tell you.”You mumbled. “Dammit!What the fuck does that mean?You cant just let me fucking protect you!Ill go to fucking prison!Doesn't matter if you tell me or not ill blow that son of a bitches brain out!”He shouted as you took steps backwards.Tears were going down his face.Someone had hurt his sunshine,ruined you.No one could make bruises like that with just their fists which meant whoever done this had a weapon.

 “JJ,just listen to me.Im fine.I had an accident and it was my fault.I feel fine.Everything is fine.”You spoke softly,trying to calm him. “Bullshit!”He shouted.Pope and Kiara came down the back steps quietly,trying to figure out what was going on.Kiara screamed when she saw you,causing you to turn around and see what she was screaming for.Now JJ could see the long cut across your back,the moon shaped cuts on your neck and the little bruises all over your shoulders. 

“Kie-im fine.Im fine-just go back inside.”You squeaked out,becoming overwhelmed with everything going on.JJ held his gun tighter. “JJ look at me.Im breathing and standing.Im fine.”You spoke,voice becoming shaky as you spoke to the blonde. “Shit,(Y/N).I think you need stitches for that.”Pope stared at the deep cut.You quickly shook your head,trying to gain control over the situation again. “No-no,Pope thats stupid!Im fine.Go back inside.”You spoke desperately,tears rolling down your face and neck.

JJ looked at the bruises one more time before slamming his hand against the railing.You sand to the ground,head in your hands as John B started shouting for all of you to go to the hospital.You hadnt even noticed him come outside.Kiara was crying,Pope was about to vomit,John.B was panicking and JJ had kneeled down in front of you,trying to talk.You couldn't hear anything he was saying,any sounds except for your heart beating and your sobs.He needed you to go to the hospital,desperately trying to get through to you.He gently lifted your chin up so you’d look at him properly. “Sunshine,you need to get in the van so we can take you to the hospital.”He spoke gently,his fingers tracing lines along your temple and jawline gently. 

“Im fine.”You insisted,trying not to cough. “You’re not fine-your knee is fucking twisted,your back is slashed and youre covered in bruises!You’re not fine!”John B shouted,completely losing his cool.You huffed at the commotion,ignoring the hot tears and the pounding in your head. “You’re so fucking dramatic.”You tried pulled the hoodie from under JJ’s knee. “You cant just put your hoodie back on and pretend everything is fine.”He refused to move.You looked up at him,offering a small smile. “Everything is fine.”You repeated again.His jaw clenched.

 “What the actual fuck?Come on,you know you're not fine!You know you’re not!Just let someone help you for once in your damn life-its either you get in the van and you let us take you to the hospital or I will hunt down whoever did this and shoot them in the fucking face.What’s it gonna be?”He asked.You just shook your head,more tears coming from your eyes.Someone else always got gurt,why>Kiara slowly came up to you,kneeling down and letting you cry into her shirt.You just kept apologizing,crying.POpe ran inside,coming out with a first aid kit and a rag,yelling for John.B to get rubbing alcohol and ice. “Hey,hey you gotta let us help you.”The dark skinned boy spoke quietly,sitting by you.

You let out a loud sob,JJ bit down hard on his lip and tried not to cry too.Everything was a blur as a rag got put in your mouth while Kiara held you tight.Pope was trying to clean the slash on your back with rubbing alcohol,your screams and sobs muffled by the rag. “Guys!Give her a minute!”JJ shouted.Pope took the blood stained,alcohol drenched towel and tossed it onto the porch.Kiara slowly let go of you,allowing you to lean forward.It was unspoken as JJ opened his arms and you wrapped your arms around him as you cried until you couldn't anymore,your eyes puffy.He didn't touch you at all,not wanting to hurt you and remembering you saying that you didn't want to be touched. “Was it...was it Lucas?”He asked.You gave him a weak nod,breaths still shallow from crying so hard.His hands became fists but he tried not to get angry again for your sake.

He made quick eye contact with John.B.They would go to his house and beat the devil out of him later.He rested his head against your shoulder,kissing your collarbone lightly. “Did he hit your head?”He asked.You just held onto him tighter.What a fucking mess this was.You sighed,moving away from him. “How long has this been going on?”John.B asked,sitting down. “A couple months.”You answered,finally coming clean. “Jesus,sunny,why didn't you tell any of us?”He asked.You shrugged,wincing at the pain.

 “Thought you guys would be mad at me.”You mumbled,causing the group to go silent. “You should come inside and shower.”Kiara suggested.She held her hand out to you,you got up with a low groan as your knee made a cracking sound.You pulled your clothes out from underneath JJ,limping back inside with Kie.She turned on the shower for you while you stared at your body in the mirror. “It doesn't hurt...he didn't hit me that hard.”You ran your fingers along the bruises. “He could've killed you.”Kie reminded you. “Its fine,Kie.I bruise easy anyways.You should see Lucas,I kneed him right in the dick.”You gave her a small smile before hesitantly stepping under the hot,flowing water.

You let out a sharp squeak as the blood hit the water,coloring the floor a faded murky red. “Im going to grab you some clothes.Will you let me bandage you up later?”Kie asked.You nodded,watching the blood go down the drain and try not to get your ahir wet.You heard the door open around two minutes later,too tired to open your eyes.Everything just felt heavy. “Why didn't you tell us?”A masculine voice asked.You could identify the voice as JJ’s.You opened your eyes partly,looking over to see him leaning against the sink with clothes under one arm and a towel under the other.

 “You never asked.”Was all you could think of,hand shaking as you turned off the water.You held onto the wall for support,shocked at how weak you were.You felt JJ wrap the towel around your shoulders,holding his arm out for support.You held on tight to his for arm as his other hand went to your waist,ready to catch you if you fell.You were trembling slightly,gripping his arm so hard that it was beginning to lose color. “I've got you baby girl.Take your time.”He spoke softly.You nearly fell as you stepped onto the small rag on the tile floor.The towel still hung on your shoulders,covering your breasts.

He slowly dragged the towel down your body,careful as the material grazed your injured thigh,dragging it back up to pat your neck dry.He kissed your forehead lightly,letting your naked body lean against him.In any other situation it would be all of his dreams and fantasies come true but he couldn't think about anything sexual in this moment.He was helping you,comforting you. “Baby.”He mumbled quietly.Neither of you really knew why he called you that,it just came more naturally than your name.He called you by Baby,Babygirl,Sunshine.Pretty much anything but your name.You could realate.You had nicknames for the others,words you would use instead of their names.

Pumpkin,Sweetheart,Darling,Love.But only JJ got to be called Love.It was something special for only him.You hummed quietly,listening to him. “I’ll hurt him,if you want.”He offered,waiting for your answer.You shook your head,moving his chin so he was forced to look at you. “Don't be so angry,Love.Karma will get him eventually.”You answered softly,pulling him down so you could kiss his nose. “I just wish I could protect you from everything.”He sighed,his bottom lip quivering.You pulled him closer,pressing a gentle kiss on his lips. 

“I know.But you cant and thats okay.”You replied before pulling the clothes from the bathroom counter,trying to figure out how you could slip on the shorts without making your thigh cut bleed again.He noticed your struggle,taking the shorts from you and assisting in pulling them up your legs,helping you with the T Shirt as well. “I love you.”He whispered.You nodded,squeezing his hand. “I love you too.”You answered.

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TW: Substance abuse, underage drinking, angst, Rafe Cameron 

Description: Y/N Routledge is tired of the overbearing rules and protection from her brother John B after their father disappears. One night she rebels and goes a little too wild, and JJ is left to help pick up the pieces. 

A/N: I’m kinda nervous to post this... I’ve got ZERO idea where this came from, but it popped into my head. AND if we can’t tell by now, Im a sucker for a Brother best friend... Also I swear this blog has turned me into a drew stan, not that im complaining. I’m not trying to glamorized drugs or anything in this, don’t do drugs for any reason, pls. This is set before the season starts. If you are struggling with substance abuse PLEASE talk to someone professional that can help, that is the first step. I am not sure if I like this imagine or not, let me know what you think, it's definitely something different for me. As always... Requests are open. 

It was only one line. No one would even notice. It wasn’t a big deal. You had been drinking all night, this could not be any different. I stood up to walk away, my nose was burning, but I felt on top of the world though, I knew that. No one could knock me down, not even John B. That’s probably why I did it. He was treating me like a child. I know I’m his little sister, but he’s not my dad. If he can go out, party, do whatever then I should be able to too. 

So here I was in the basement of some Kook house. I was not sure who had brought me here. I felt alive, the rush of the drug starting to taking over. I walked back up the stairs seeing my brother and his friends. I made a quick line to the drink bar. There I found a few clueless tourons pouring some odd concoctions of drinks. I hoped I had moved away from JB and his friends without them noticing me. We were all friends really, Kie was the closest thing to a best friend that I had, but they all were overprotective of me, like John B. I just needed to breathe. 

I had apparently caught JJ’s attention when I came up the basement stairs. I had downed two more shots by the time that John B and the other pogues found me. A touron girl had helped me up on the countertop to dance with her. This was not like me at all, and the pogues knew that. Drunk me was quiet and angsty, I liked to pick fights, not make people stare at me while I danced on the table. JJ looked up at me first his eyes full of worry. I quickly turned away and looked back at the girl I was dancing with. She started dancing on me, while some guys yelled and called to us. I flipped them off grabbing the bottle from her hand and drinking straight from it, earning cheers from the crowd around me. JJ jumped up on the table with me. I  wrapped my arms around his neck, trying to dance with him. 

“Y/N. What are you doing? You need to calm down, come with us, lets get some fresh air?” He asked worry coating his tone.

I scoffed at him. “Really JJ Maybank is trying to kill my buzz. That’s new.” I looked around and spotted the other pogues steps away on the oppisiteside of the counter. 

“I saw you leave the basement Y/N. Do you know what they do down there?” 

“JJ, I was looking for a bathroom.” I lied. “Don’t baby me, you know I hate that.” I kissed his cheek before jumping down. I made sure to quickly disappear into the crowd. 

The others saw JJ move toward me but he turned around knowing he lost me. “JJ. You said you had it handled!” Kie stated. 

“Something’s wrong” Is all JJ said. “She said to stop babying her. She was in the basement. This isn’t like her.” He locked eyes with John B, who was seeing red. 

“We need to find her if she did…” He paused closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose., “she’ll crash soon, better us find her than some kook” 

I was in the middle of a crowd dancing. My vision was starting to be affected by the mix of substance in my system. I felt someone come behind me, their hand finding their way to my hips. I swayed back and forth. I felt their head dip to say something in my ear. “I know you’re a pogue, and I’m a kook and all, but I won’t tell anyone if you don’t” Rafe. It all started to make sense, he was the one who lead me downstairs, said if I was “sick of being treated like a kid” too follow him. It was all adding up, as much as it could. I turned around facing him. He looked down at me, with a look that said it all. The room was starting to spin, faster and faster, I was starting to wobble a little. I gripped onto Rafe’s arms for stability. He took that as a clue and leaned down. The next thing I knew we were making out, there in the middle of the dance floor. I didn’t feel anything for him, but I didn’t mind it, as much of an asshole he was, I knew that he had given me the coke. His hands were making their way down my body. He was practically keeping my standing. Everywhere he touched was like fire, I could feel everything, except the ground under me. Then he was gone. 

I opened my eyes to see Kie staring at me. Then back at Rafe. “I guess you liked the coke a little too much.” He said to me then looked over at Kie before walking away. The room was spinning so much faster. The air seemed harder to breathe in. I was just macking Rafe Cameron. What?

“Y/N! What the hell was that?” Kie exclaimed pulling you through the house and out into the cold air. I stopped and gripped the railing that was leading to the beach. “Come on! The boys are worried sick about you!” I just stood there gripping the railing with both my hands. “Y/N” 

I just held my hand up. “Can we wait for the world to slow down? It’s - It’s rotating so fast” I said leaning against the railing. 

“No. Think about that next time before you take drugs from a kook” Her tone was cold as she pulled me by the wrist to the beach. I stumbled onto the sand. The boys rushing over to us when they saw Kie pulling me behind her. 

“Where the hell was she?” John B was quick to hold me up, a worried look on his eyes, when I leaned into him for support. I was not breathing right. I could feel it. I tried my best to focus on the group in front of me. 

“Hmm. Y/N. Should I tell them or you?” She said crossing her arms. Her voice was cold too cold. I stayed quiet. I pushed it too far. Way too far. “Well I went into that big group of Kooks, and found our friend here macking on none other than Rafe Cameron” She paused, everyone’s eyes grew wide. “But the best part is that it was payment for her doing his coke.” Pope and JJ just looked at you with wide eyes. John B moved so that you were facing him. 

“You did what?” He looked into your eyes, looking for any sign that Kie could be lying. “She’s lying, right? You didn’t do that?” He shook you a little. Tears started to form in my eyes. I shook my head. 

“She’s not lying.” The tears kept running down my face. I couldn’t meet his stares. 

“Why?” 

“I don’t know, okay?” I wasn’t lying. “I barely remember going down the stairs, much less why. I’m sorry John B” 

“Whatever. We’re going home” He let go of me and I stumbled a little bit. JJ looked at me, the others following John B, just as pissed. He had a look of pity in his eyes, Great. 

He walked over to me throwing one arm around my waist, and mine over his shoulder. “I’ve got you” was all he said. 

The walk back to the Chateau was quiet, but the tension could be cut with a knife. When we arrived back JB mumbled something about talking in the morning if I wasn’t still a drug addict. Which I deserved for the way I was acting. Pope and Kie sat on the pull out couch in the living room, watching as JJ walked me into my room, shutting the door behind him. 

“Do you want some comfy clothes to wear?” He asked. I nodded leaning against the bed. My head was starting to hurt. I had not thought of the repercussions of my actions at all, tomorrow would be hell. “Here.” He handed me clothes to change into. “I’ll turn around, but I’m not leaving, the last thing we need is you falling as splitting your head open” 

I quickly changed into the sweats and T-shirt that JJ had picked out. “There are some of your clothes in my closet.” I pointed. JJ lived with JB and I at this point, he had stuff in every room of the house. He changed as I sat on the edge of the bed, messing and picking at my fingers, a nervous habit that I had picked up somewhere along the way. JJ folded the bed down and motioned for me to get in. I laid down and he started to the door. “Wait “ I said. He stopped after turning the light off. “Can you stay?” I got my answer when I felt the bed sheets move and the bed beside me dip. I took a deep breath, I was laying on my back looking up at the ceiling. “Why are you being so nice to me? I was a total bitch tonight.” 

JJ rolled over to look at me. “We all have our nights. You don’t think I haven’t had my share of rebellious moments?” He chuckled. “Now I never did coke or macked on Rafe Cameron, but I had my moments, and I wish someone would have been there to keep me from thinking exactly what your thinking.” He said. His voice was soft. This is the side of JJ that we rarely saw, the side he saved for when it was absolutely necessary. 

“Oh, yea? What’s that?” I asked, rolling on my side to look back at him. 

“That your a screw up” 

I laughed at his comment. “I mean I kinda am. At least after tonight.”

“No. I’m serious. The only one that can give you shit tomorrow is Pope, that boy is a saint.” He laughed to himself. “You know me and John B have screwed up, even Kie with her year going full-kook.” He reached up moving the hair from my face. “Can I ask you something?” 

“Yes?” I said with caution. We were incredibly close. I don’t know if it was the alcohol or my body, but it was nice. 

“Why’d you do it?” A simple question, but one I didn’t want to think about. 

“I know why I got drunk and left the group, the rest, I don’t have an answer for, it’s all a blur,” I said. I felt so bad. I felt the tears starting to form in my eyes again. As I blinked they began to fall slowly, “I guess I am sick of JB treating me like a kid. He gets to run around and do whatever he wants. I help pay for the bills, we help each other,  we are equals around here. He still thinks he can control me. I love Kie, but she gets the same way like she’s my mother. I know that you all trying to protect me, I get it, but it feels like I’m being suffocated.” I let out a breath, It felt nice to finally get it off my chest. “Even you see me as just a little kid, even though I wish you didn’t.” I quickly covered my mouth. I couldn’t believe I said that. 

JJ put his hands on either side of my face, wiping the tears away. “Y/N, I haven’t seen you as just a little kid, in along time.” He chuckled a little at the comment 

“Wait, does that mean-” 

He cut me off. “We’ll talk in the morning when you have less alcohol in your system.” He placed a chaste kiss on my forehead. 

“You’re gonna have to get in line.” We both let out a short laugh before JJ pulled me into his chest.

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Vapor (Part 16)

Another short update before bed! I had to get it out there because I’ve been dying to get to this point of Vapor. PLEASE let me know what you think!

Work count: 1.5K

Warnings: Language, mentions of kidnapping and violence.

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We drove back to the chateau in silence. None of us wanted to address what had happened. None of us wanted to talk about how we failed JJ. I let out a sigh as I got out of the van. I walked quickly into the guest bedroom and grabbed my stuff. I felt Kiara walk in after me and grab my wrist. She knew I was bailing. She knew I was looking for a way out of all of this.

“A, what are you planning?” she asked. She looked at me with concern. She knew my head wasn’t in a good place right now. I knew she was just worried for me, especially after the traumatic situation this afternoon.

“I just need a few days off,” I muttered. “I’ll come back this time, I just feel like JJ won’t want to see me for a while.”

“Adelaide,” she said firmly.

“I just can’t be here right now!” I yelled. My breathing felt heavier as I turned to look at her, tears in my eyes. I knew that I was spewing bullshit, but how could I face JJ right now. How could I look him in the eyes knowing that I hurt him, that I failed him. I grabbed my bag and brushed past her. I walked out to my car and got in. I threw my stuff in the backseat and drove away. After everything that happen today, my anxiety was at a whole new level. I pulled into the beach parking lot and got out. If I went home like this my parents would just worry.

I got out of my car and sat in the sand, pulling out my vape in order to chill out for a while. The feeling of nicotine running through my veins was almost enough to distract me from today’s events. The dependency I had on my highs were almost an issue at this point. Any chance I got, I was using them to ease the anxiety I felt. I was definitely self medicating. I laid back, trying to block the sun with my arms. I squeezed my eyes closed and replayed JJ’s words in my head. I’m not the kind of person who lets their friends get hurt for them! He was right. JJ was loyal and caring. He wanted to protect those close to him. I was the opposite. I hurt everyone I get close to. I let others fight my battles and watch as they suffer because of me. I hated who I was.

The hours passed quickly while I laid in the sand. I didn’t even notice the sun had gone down by the time I sat up. The moon was glowing a bit and I bet my parents were winding down and going to bed. The likelihood of running into them were fairly slim now. I walked back to my car, when I felt as if someone was watching me. I heard a family voice from behind me.

“Where are your fellow thieves?” Barry. I turned to see his face. He looked at me with a smirk as if he knew something I didn’t. It looked almost like he was conspiring a plan inside of his head. “Cat’s got your tongue, princess? I asked you a question. Where are your friends?”

“Not here,” I said. Now was the time to be brave. Now was the time to protect them. I couldn’t fail them anymore than I already had.

“Good,” Rafe’s voice said from behind me. Before I could even turn around, I felt something crash against the back of my head. I fell to the ground and felt someone kick my side, knocking me onto my back. My vision was blurring and as my eyes fluttered closed, I looked up and saw their evil faces staring down at me.

JJ’s POV

I rushed over to Addie’s house and set the telescope down in the grass. I tried to throw rocks at her window in order to get her attention. The light was off though and no one came forth. Was she ignoring me? Or was she not home at all? I continued to throw them, hoping my persistence was enough to make her give in and talk to me.

“Dude, stop. She’s not here,” I heard a voice saw from the window over. I knew that was Sydney’s room, but I didn’t think she would be able to notice the small pebbles. I asked her where Addie was. I felt a bad feeling well up in the pit of my stomach. If something happened to her, it was my fault. I shouldn’t have left her alone just because I was upset. I promised her that I would protect her no matter what. “She hasn’t been home for a while. We thought she was with you.”

I sighed and asked if she could bring the telescope inside. I needed to find her. I walked around the entire town, looking for her. I checked all of her favorite spots, except the beach. When I finally made it there, I spotted her car. I felt a sense of relief wash over me as I ran over to it. There was no one inside, but that meant she couldn’t be too far. I jogged down to the ocean and walked up and down, looking for any sign of her, but there was nothing. I called out her name frantically as I searched near the water. She wouldn’t have… I glanced out over the huge ocean as horrible thoughts raced through my head. I splashed through the water, searching for her. What if she went out there and just decided she’s had enough… What if she was dead? What if this was all my fault? I pulled myself out of the water and collapsed to my knees, thinking the worst possible thoughts.

“Hey Maybank,” a sinister voice rang out. I looked up to see Rafe standing not too far from me. “What’s the matter? Looking for someone?”

My blood ran cold as he smirked at me. I ran forward and grabbed his polo shirt. I shook him and demanded him to tell me where she was. All he did was laugh though. I felt my fist collide with his face and let him drop to the ground.

“Careful JJ. Just remember anything you do to me, I can do worse to Adelaide,” he tossed me his cell phone. There on the screen was pictures of Addie tied to a chair. Her head was hanging as if she was unconscious. I kicked him hard and threw his phone into the sand. I demanded him to tell me where she was. I demanded to know why he had taken her. I was losing my fucking mind. “Can’t tell you that, but I’ll be sure to tell her that you said hi. Hopefully she won’t be too drugged out and can actually process it. Maybe you can answer something for me though. Whose bright idea was it to steal from a drug dealer? I think I already know the answer though. Let’s just hope that that doesn’t cost Adelaide her life.”

It took all my restraint to not beat him to a pulp. Instead I just sank to my knees and slammed my fists into the sand. For the second time, Addie was taken because I failed to keep an eye on her. If I hadn’t let my anger get in the way, she would be here in my arms right now. This was all because I had to let my emotions get to me…

Adelaide’s POV

I woke up with a splitting headache. I tried to reach up, but my arms were bound to the chair. Everything seemed all too familiar. I was bound the exact same way as I had been years ago. The scenery was different though. Instead of the neatly decorated house, I was in some sort of storage container. The walls were metal and there were no windows. The room was dark, yet I could still see somehow. My vision was still blurry from the impact of whatever the object was and my head colliding.

“Where am I?” I called out. It echoed back at me. “JJ!”

“He’s not coming sweetheart,” Barry’s voice rang out. It echoed like a ghost against the metal walls. He walked circles around the chair I was in. He stared at me before yelling. He asked me where his money was and I told him I didn’t know. I told him that I didn’t have it and he told me he already knew that. He flicked my arm a little bit and it took me a second to process what was going on. He then flicked a needle and looked at me. “Sorry sweetheart, if you aren’t going to be any help to me, we at least need to keep ya quiet.” I felt the needle pierce my skin. I tried to squirm as he injected me with some substance. He told me to stop moving so much and held my arm tightly. I cried for him to stop, but it was too late. The room around me spun and my head fell backwards as visions of my past began to dance around my mind. Whatever drug he had given me, was certainly doing exactly what he wanted it to do.

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rotj: my thoughts

positives and negatives. spoilers ahead

so, i wasn’t gonna write one of these but i felt i needed to get some stuff off my chest so i can move on. i was just gonna pretend this movie didn’t happen but i think i can come to eventually accept that it did now that i’ve had time to digest everything.

POSITIVES:

- honestly... from my first viewing there isn’t a lot i like. but i’m sure this will improve the more i watch the film and actually have the chance to form an opinion on more things within such a hectic onslaught of information. - i laughed. c3po and that little fixer dude were genuinely funny (to me). dio (sp?) was super cute too. tbh i never cared much for droids (my obi-wan is coming thru here) but i actually enjoyed them so that’s a win for me - very pretty film. visually spectacular.  - fast-paced. not boring for a second (to me). kept me entertained. - rey’s yellow lightsaber. i actually liked this even tho it doesn’t match up with current canon (yellow being for temple guards). it reminded me of bastila and i was just waiting for her to show it off as a double-sided saber... which i didn’t get but it still looked like it was built for it so i’ll take the win. - the idea of palpatine being powerful again but it would have been cool to see a younger version of himself - rey and ben teaming up and the intimate moment they shared which felt genuinely beautiful and was one of the highlights for me

now here’s the ISSUES i have off the top of my head, some of them having been mentioned on this blog before:

- the trio. everyone else has already said it. forced and uncomfortable. it felt like they were setting up a love triangle for the first half of the movie as well, which was weird. when they had poe and rey have those ‘moments’ or when they bickered with each other i was like ‘they better not be tryna spring up some hanleia dynamic on us for the last film between these two’ especially while also baiting finnrey (which is never touched upon again after the first half of the movie, yikes)

- towards the end of the film, i turned to the person next to me and said “this reminds me of a video game plot” - i couldn’t pinpoint exactly why that was, but it was just a feeling. and not a deep, thorough video game plot either. another reviewer said something similar. it’s just... very shallow, expository and it feels like it’s dragging you and the characters through very railroaded and forced missions/battles. i mean at the start they’re really just looking for something, going to someone, that person says they need to talk to someone else for the thing, they go to another person, etc. which is a type of mission device used in games as well. it also felt to me like one of those japanese otome games where rey is the bland female character that all the male characters fall for (poe, finn, kylo) and she gets her pick of which one she wants to romance, which was cringe.

- i didn’t hear the characters. i only heard what they were forcing the characters to say in order to progress the plot or explain the plot. the characters themselves became faceless inserts for exposition. so many times i heard a character say something and thought... that was a jarring piece of dialogue that seems both out of character and unnatural to say at that point in time.

- although i said being fast-paced could be a positive, it was largely a negative for me. at one point it felt like slide transitions were happening at minute intervals. a major plot point would be revealed and then no time is given to process, it’s onto the next major scene. this left everything feeling very rushed and messy, which i believe is due to half the film being cut for time constraints.

- each character is either twisted into an unrecognisable character, or ignored/not given the time they deserve. rey? blank slate female protag with a famous bloodline and who barely reacts to the things going on around her (leia dying, ben dying, she disregards her ‘friends’ on multiple occasions). like others, i always defended rey’s abilities, but this film is too much. she has been made a mary sue. finn? rendered nothing but the ‘friend’ pining after a girl and only briefly gets time with his own story which is never fully explored in this film by any means. poe? turned into a grumpy, seemingly jealous ‘friend’ with a shady past that felt like they were trying to make him the ‘han solo’ of the trio rather than going with what we already know about his character. leia? now this is hard, and i respect what they tried to do, but i still felt like her death could have been done a bit better rather than the quick ‘shock’ moment it was. also the stuff with luke training her is a no for me. way too shoe-horned and part of what made leia cool to me was that she was a skywalker but didn’t need to be a jedi. her powers were elsewhere. kylo? don’t get me started. rose? who? she may as well not have been in this movie with the way they ignored her character and showed how little the other characters care about her. it broke my heart.

- rey palpatine? though i’m a rey kenobi fan, i was happy with rey nobody. i liked what it stood for. i didn’t mind the idea of rey palpatine in theory, but the way they force-fed this to us in the film rather than building it up left a bad taste in my mouth and i’m going to have to pass on it. if they wanted to have her related to palpatine, they should have just made her a clone imo. it would have matched with what was being built up prior (in tlj with the clones in the cave), it would have explained her ties to the dark side, it would have completed the palpatine/skywalker poetry, and it would have still been congruent with her being a ‘nobody’ since that’s essentially what clones are seen as in star wars. also we wouldn’t have to think about the fact palpatine got laid. laboratories were already set up in jakku by palpatine. cloning itself was shown in rots anyway (snoke) so? 

- although i’ve wanted ben to be redeemed... it still felt too rushed in this film. also, he does display some toxic tendencies as kylo ren towards rey (trying to manipulate her to go with him) which didn’t sit well with me but i didn’t really see ben/kylo ren in his scenes sometimes anyway, since he was also forcibly used to give exposition to us/rey. i did like his scene with his mother and father in the film but i just needed more than that to really feel his redemption rather than the quick switch we got. 

- i originally wasn’t okay with the whole ‘bringing someone back to life through the force’ thing since i always liked the idea palpatine was just saying that to honeypot anakin, but decided i’m willing to accept it as a unique ability they had for each other due to their force bond. but then... ben dies anyway. and it’s done in such a way that leaves you feeling ‘wtf just happened?’. it was random, forced, didn’t feel necessary and it just... happened. no one reacted to it. he wasn’t referred to or mentioned after this. the last skywalker goes out just like that. poof. okay. so was this a shock death or was jj genuinely trying to appease people who didn’t think ben deserved redemption or to live? either way ben lived such a sad, cruel, manipulated life that his death seemed unfair and we’re all supposed to think this movie is hopeful and celebrate a few minutes later? i don’t think so. in fact, everything that happens after that scene feels incredibly uncomfortable because of the massive tonal shift.

- the kiss. ok don’t hate me. i enjoy reylo. but i honestly think the kiss wasn’t exactly... needed? maybe it was just because everything else felt so forced but it felt a little forced in this scene for me. for me, the hug ben gave rey just beforehand spoke more volumes of their intimacy. i did mention their intimate moments above as a positive, so i still like this overall moment (in addition to the moment rey heals him). but the hug spoke enough to me that it would have been nice to keep it more subtle yet obvious enough (thanks to their acting) that they cared deeply for one another. but then again, this is what i felt before i knew ben died, so. idk. i guess it would suck for ben to die without having kissed rey? how about just don’t kill ben off. have them hug instead of kiss and then leave us to fill in the gaps as they both live. how about that.

- the rey skywalker thing is embarrassing. and rey ended up alone in the desert... just how she started. i just can’t. by the time this came on the screen i was ready to leave. i only stayed because i HOPED there would be an after credits showing her on the falcon, or her training finn to be a jedi, or her speaking with any of the force ghosts (luke or ben or anakin).

- speaking of which. why were there no force ghosts in the scene where she fights palpatine? we just get voices? that scene really lacked impact and the whole fight sequence just felt blah. palpatine came back super strong and then he was gone in moments. there should have a) been force ghosts or some kind of visual presence of the jedi to help rey whether physically or just boosting morale and b) ben should have fought palpatine with her.

- why is rey alone in the desert? i honestly didn’t think this meant she was going to be a hermit until i came online and saw that’s what everyone else thought. but just... why? why is she not passing on the jedi ways she fought to keep alive? or the knowledge she has gained/kept in the sacred jedi texts she stole? surely not. surely that is her plan. surely ben saved her not just because he loved her but also because she can carry on the skywalker legacy NOT by dying alone in a desert but by training new jedi. (which, again, SHOULD HAVE BEEN FINN AS THE FIRST NEW JEDI!) or better yet, a new type of jedi that don’t follow toxic ways but that incorporate both the light and dark side of the force like she does? and calling THEM skywalkers? but nope. instead she ended up back where she started. except with less personality this time.

- i can’t talk enough about how cool it would have been to have jedi!finn at the end. talk about coming full circle from the promo baits they had for TFA of finn with the lightsaber. AT LEAST GIVE US THIS.

- the whole movie just felt like a massive disrespect to the previous film. everything rian built was trampled on, retconned or ignored. say what you want about tlj and rian, but this is what happens when you ignore or try to retcon the preceding film whether you like it or not. everything feels messy and the plots get screwed up. this movie would have been largely different (better) had they not tried so hard to pretend tlj didn’t exist. even if you didn’t like it, take the plot and mould it into something you do like. don’t just toss it aside and lose all sense of continuity between the films. i don’t blame jj for this exactly, but rather the disney committee that were too afraid to acknowledge tlj’s existence due to the reception it got from fans and thus felt the need to have jj ‘fix/retcon’ things rather than build upon/improve things.

- oh yeah hux. that happened, i guess. i thought it was weird and it kinda sucked that they did that. who cares about the new guy? general pride or whatever? no one. surely making general hux more menacing couldn’t have been THAT hard. but no. we get a rather silly death instead. alright. at least he can forever be known as the petty king of star wars.

- there’s probably more. i could write an essay but i’m getting tired of complaining already so i’m leaving it here. if you happened to read this far and want to talk about it with me some more, my DMs are open!

overall, i just hope some canon content is going to be released, either in the form of a book or a comic, that explores more of this following the movie. i want to know more about finn’s story. i want to see whether rey does stay on tatooine or whether she trains jedi. i want to see whether she communicates with ben through the force, or just, y’know, any closure on that would be nice. i want to see the director’s cut with the other half of the movie. then, perhaps, i will know peace.

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Controlling a marionette Part 1

Co-written/edited by @blog-griffin-me

Summary: Just a normal day at Septic Inc.

All Chase could see was the faint outline of the walls and the area of floor before him; illuminated by a light coming from seemingly nowhere. It was right to call this place the void. The only thing that could be heard was the erie ticking of a clock on the wall; other than that even his own heartbeat was silenced.

 Is this what it was like for Henrik all that time? Deafening silence, except the clock reminding him of the passing time. Even after only being here a few hours Chase understood why the doctor hadn’t wanted a say a word about this place, and he wasn’t in even the worst of it yet.

 There was a figure in front of him, standing in the shadows past the light. He wasn’t sure if they’d just shown up or it they’d been here the whole time.

 “Who are you? Speak!” Chase cried.

 There was more silence until a voice cut through the darkness. It didn’t sound human, more like a cheap text-to-speech robot. It only added to the creepiness.

 “Chase Brody,” they, no it said. “It’s so good to see you.”

 “What the fuck?”

 “Language.” No emotion or anything in it’s voice.

 “What are you? Do you work for Anti?”

 “Ha ha ha,” it laughed, sounding even more robotic. “Guess I played the character too well.”

 It threw something into the light. A detailed puppet, strings and all. Even though Chase had never seen the demon the others called Anti, he recognized the puppet.

 “Wh-a what?” Chase was dumbfounded.

 “I was hoping to make the doctor part of my collection, sense he needed a friend,” Another dry laugh, “but I got too wrapped up in toying with him that I didn’t notice the days passing by.”

 “You sick fuck!” He screamed loud enough that it hurt his throat.

 “Didn’t I say something about language? We ought to shut that mouth of yours.”

 For a split second he could see the light reflect off of something. A sewing needle.

 A spool of thread landed on the floor in the light and he could hear the snip of scissors.

The ticking of the clock got noticeably louder then it stopped. The sound of static filled the void and there was a loud sound similar to a whip being cracked.

 The clock bagan ticking backwards at an increased speed.

 Negative three hours, eight, ten. Days went by backards.

   T̨h̶͡ r̶ ̡͝ ̡͜ ̀ e̸̢͠e̕ ̢ ̴̡ ̨͝͝ ́ ̴҉̕d͠͏a ́͜ ̡͢ ̨ ̨̨́ y̧͞͠ş̀͢ ͢͠ear ̢̧l̀ ͠ ҉ ̕͘ie̛r ̴͜

There is an old saying, “Absence makes the heart grow fonder.” Well it’s bullshit. Well only half-bullshit.

 Chase has been in many a long distance relationship, and he can tell you “Out of slight, out of mind,” is more fitting. That is until someone you’ve relied on for so long suddenly goes missing. Then it’s more like “I haven’t seen you in nine months and if I saw you now I’d hug you and never let go.”

 The the moment Chase was stapling missing posters to every phone pole, tree, wall, bench, and anything else he could. Three months ago the police told him it was a loss cause. Two months ago Marvin took the sign off of Henrik’s door marking it was his. Even after that Chase refused to let him move anything inside the room.

 It seems silly to have gone to the police. Everyone knew who took Henrik and the police would be no help getting him back. It was most likely a spur of the moment thing, maybe to give everyone a slight bit of hope before it came crashing down.

 The only other person who hasn’t given up hope yet was Jackie, or Greyson, his actual name. He would swoop around the city everyday searching for any sign of him. He still somehow kept a smile even when it came to delivering the news that there was no sign of him.

 It was nice though, even though Henrik’s disappearance tore everyone else apart, it seems like the two of them have gotten even closer. Guess that’s the weird thing about tragedies, sure life sucks but you still got to live it.

 He’d finished putting up the posters and was heading back home to Septic inc. when through the glass door he saw an old timey man standing around, looking a bit lost.

 “Need a hand, or a guide?” he asked, letting himself in. The man jumped and stumbled a bit.

 The stranger, most likely a new ego since no one else could enter this building, wore a white button-up shirt and a black vest over it. He also wore black dress pants and shoes and his right eye was slightly darker shade of blue than his left. He also had mint green hair and a bowler hat.

 “You new here?”

 Marvin also appeared in a the doorway, looking tried and a bit disheveled. He brightened up at the stranger.

 A black-and-white slide appeared in the stranger’s hands, reading: “I am new. I am not sure how I got here.”

 “Cool slides. Are they magic or something?” Marvin asked, examining them closer.

 The slide changed. “Magic? I don’t know, I can just summon them without much thought. I use them to communicate.”

 “Cool, bro!” Chase winked, giving awkward finger guns.

 “You got a name or do you just wanna be Dapper man?” Marvin jokes.

 The dapper stanger looks almost offended for a split second, or maybe it was just Chase overreacting. Next second he’s smiling again and the slide says something different.

 “Jameson Jackson. Pleased to meet you!” He holds out his hand, holding the slide in his other.

 “Marvin. And this is Chase.” He tips his cap at his name.

 “Why don’t I take Jameson here on a tour. Greyson’s waiting for you on the roof,” Marvin said, grabbing the newer ego by the arm.

 “Alright, just don’t freak him out,” he replied, noticing a slight look of distress on the dapper ego’s face.

 “I won’t.” The magician gave him a sinister smile that didn’t help Chase’s paranoia.

 With that the two disappear through the doorway Marvin just appeared from, pushing the button on the elevator first.

 On the roof, standing at the edge stood a man in jeans and a bright red hoodie. The hood was down relieving a head of grass-green hair and a blue mask.

 “Grey!” he called, a grin forming on his face. The man spun around a grin also painted on his face, but weaker.

 “So I’m guessing no new news?” The man’s expression drops and he turns back towards the edge.

 Chase would step closer but he doesn’t trust himself not to tumble right over the side. It’s only a three story drop to the ground, so he could survive but who’s gonna take the chance.

 “It’s been almost ten months and still not even a ransom note or something!” He draws in a long, shaky sigh.”I’m thinking… what if An- you-know-who didn’t take him and he just left.”

 Chase felt like he was just stabbed. For a second the tumble to the ground didn’t sound so bad.

 “How could you say that! Henrik would never do that, and even if he did he would’ve told someone or left a note!” He had to stop himself from going into an angry rant.

 Greyson held his hands up in defence. “I know, I know. It was just a theory, he would’ve also taken some of his stuff as well.” He audibly gulped and wiped the sweat from his brow.

 “I’m just saying,” he continues looking down at the street, “that if you-know-who did take him, he would probably be de-” he suddenly cuts off, his eyes growing wider.

 “I know he could be dead right now but you can’t really be giving-” Greyson punches him lightly and frantically points at someone below, stuttering to get anything out.

 There on the sidewalk, marching forward like he was hired to kill ironman, was Henrik Von Schneeplestein in the flesh. From here he looked normal but they could see large purple marks peppering his skin.

 They scramble for the elevator before silently deciding the rush down the stairs. They made it to the bottom just as Henrik opened the door.

 His eyes were bloodshot, his nails and hair long and dirty, his coat torn to shreds, his glasses cracked, overall he looked close to passing out or just straight up dying on the spot, yet he still held himself up.  

 They were too stunned to speak. He wasn’t sure when, but at some point tears started spilling from Chase’s eyes.

 Greyson moved forward to hug him put he raised his arm up to stop him.

 “I’m sorry, I’d love to hug you but if I do my legs will give out or I’ll start bleeding again.” He hissed with pain just from moving his arm. It was taking a lot of energy and concentration just to keep from falling over right now.

 “It’s been nine months,” Greyson squeaked, barely a whisper. He himself felt like he was about to pass out, he’d already joined Chase in crying.

 “I’m aware.” Nine months of seemingly being tortured and he’s still a smart-ass. Chase could help giggling a bit, which soon dissolved into full on laughter.

��Greyson soon joined him and so did Henrik, but for him it turned into a coughing fit. There was blood on his hands and none of them were sure if he coughed it up or if a cut on his hand reopened.

 “There’s a new guy isn’t there?” the doctor asked.

 “How did you know about that?”

 He didn’t respond, instead he pushed pass them and stepped into the hallway. The two glanced at each other before following.

 Right as they stepped in, Marvin rounded the corner holding onto Jameson. Jameson was holding his hand over his right eye. Chase could see blood soaking through his fingers.

 “Jackie! Chase! Henrik?!!” the magician panted. “I ah- wait- I didn’t. Henrik!”

 He let go of the dapper man and stared dumbfounded.

 “Marv,” he stated quietly, his voice cracking.

 The magician swooped him into a hug without a second thought, forgetting the newer ego clearly in need of some help.

 “I umm.” He clears his throat. “I thought you were dead.” Tears ran down his face.

 “I thought I was dead to.” The doctor mumbled, barely a whisper, before he fell apart and collapsed into Marvin’s arms.

 Jameson on the other hand was looking more and more antsy. He tapped on Marvin’s shoulder and another slide appeared.  

 “Hate to break up whatever’s happening here but I have a little problem.” The slide floats as he points to his eye.

 “Oh right. Ah, Chase! Jackie! Take JJ here to the hospital wing and have Dr. Septiceye patch him up,” Marvin commanded.

 “Doctor who now?” Henrik groaned.

 “Not important right now,” he hushes, carrying him off to his room.

 As much as they want to stay with the doctor, Jackie and Chase obey and lead Jameson up stairs.

 Chase had only ever been the the hospital wing once after Henrik’s disappearance and that was just to show Dr. Jack Septiceye around. Now it looked nothing like the old E.R. Henrik ran.

 Everything had been replaced, everything that made the room homey, everything that made the room Henrik’s. The cozy pull-out couch that he would sleep in often was replaced with another hospital bed and the vintage wooden desk was replaced with a cold, metal, new one.

 Just opening the door to this place sent a shiver down the father-of-two’s spine.

 Dr. Septiceye himself was currently hunched over said desk. He was trying to look like he was doing work, but from what Chase knew about the man, he was probably doing a coloring sheet.

 Greyson cleared his throat and the “totally-real-doctor” spun around while stuffing whatever paper he was working on under a pile of other papers.

 Chase smiles half-heartedly, guestering to Jameson’s problem.

 “Ah, yes leave him over there.” He points to a hospital bed, not seeming too interested in doing his job.

  They comply. The doctor sighs before getting up and grabbing some disinfectant and bandages.

 “Can you tell me when and why your eye started bleeding?” he asks, carefully cleaning the blood off his hand and face with a small cloth.

 The dapper ego shook his head.

 “You two can leave,” he says offhandedly.

 ***

“Today's been pretty chaotic hasn’t it?” Greyson asked. The two were now sitting back on the roof, Greyson with his feet dangling over the edge of the building and Chase sitting a safe distance away.

 “It most certainly has.” He lets out a deep, tired sigh.

 “Something up?”

 “I just… feel like I should be a bit happier about Henrik returning and JJ showing up, but instead I’m just scared.”

 “Scared? How?” The hero scoots a bit closer to him.

 “Now with Henrik back you-know-who is going to try and get him back or attack JJ here and…” he trails off, putting his head in his hands.

 “I might have a solution!” Marvin said, appearing from seemingly nowhere.

 “Solution? What do you mean?” Greyson asks. The two of them now standing up.

 “Well I can’t put my idea into effect till tomorrow nor can i really explain without it sounded really bad, but with a bit of magic I can get us some help.” He twirls his finger in the air. “Of course I’ll need one of you to help me.”

 Chase and Greyson glance at each other before either of them spoke.

 “I’ll help you out. Grey’s gotta do hero work anyway.”

 Marvin clapped his hands together. “Alright, meet me at the cemetery tomorrow at eleven a.m. sharp.” With that he disappeared in a puff of smoke.

 “D-did he say the cemetery?”

 Greyson noded.

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[survivor-mesopotamia]

Ep. #2 - “Shit ain’t over till the fat lady sings and I didn’t warm my pipes.” (Cameron)

Day 4: Well. I survived my first tribal council of the season, and even though it went exactly according to plan, while I slept my entire day away, I'm still really hesitant to tell myself that I'm doing well on my tribe. I'm really nervous that my tribe mates are playing me, and that I'm really boo boo tha fool here. I called Megan post-tribal, and I was finally able to get some closure on something that happened between us in our personal lives, which felt really good. After that, she asked me about the idol, to which I had responded "Wait, Julian didn't tell you?", which hopefully sows some seeds of doubt in Megan about Julian. Ideally, if the Enlil tribe has to go back to tribal council, the four of us can bear witness to a Megan vs. Julian war. Because unfortunately, the connections I have outside Enlil, are shared with either Julian or Megan. If Megan and Julian are going after each other pre-merge, or during a swap scenario, I don't have to share those connections anymore. After that, Megan and I just talked about the nudes we received during quarantine ~ I then promptly ran to Will to tell him about the potential crack I just formed between Julian and Megan, which was met with genuine excitement. I think I'm really gaining Will's trust, and I think we vibe so well together. Love that guy! Overall, it wasn't a very productive day because I woke up at 4:30p PST. Love that for me, thanks for shading me @ Tribal Bodhi.

going into this scavenger hunt as the tribe that went to tribal last is worrysome. It's a challenge that's fully dependent on our activity, so we are at a serious disadvantage against the other two tribes that get to choose someone less active to sit out. We don't have that luxury. The point/life system eases the blow, however, since we can get less active players 1 life while more active players can get 3. In case we lose, I'm trying to connect with everyone on the tribe. I really don't want to vote anyone out though. I have an alliance with Julian and JJ, and one with Will on the side. Chrissa wants to work with Julian, JJ and myself, and I think Megan and JJ have something on the side. I'm nervous for who would be the target in the vote, and any vote would hurt all of our games collectively. Hopefully we win because the next vote will not be easy AT ALL.

Done w typing this sheet

jj and zachary are so fucking annoying to this challenge and if i vote for you first at the swap, its probably because youre typing too much during this challenge sorry not sorry xoxo - sincerely johnny a month from now

let me be clear with andrew I was not calling his hosting unfair i was calling the fact that a majority green item giving him a point unfair not the hosting but lack of yellow, also i have a headache i don't feel that good. and I just don't think zach should have had a point for it nothing against hosting obviously i watch a movie trivia thing where literally they have a challenge to challenge any questions that are unfair, that doesn't mean they are calling the question writers or the answer writers unfair. 

Zach just won the tribal challenge for us which is fantastic. We can maintain the illusion of a unified tribe longer, which keeps us together in a swap situation, and Zach has clearly painted a challenge target on himself over the last two challenges which will make him go before me if our Triforce ever becomes the minority. I'm really happy with my position in the game right now

me and monty trying to find the idol and decode this annoying ass video https://imgur.com/a/lu7sbMu

Forgive me father for I have sinned it's been approximately three days since my last confession so far can't complain really we be winning they hating we be riding pretty damn clean I've got a majoritu alliance I didn't start so odds of it falling around me and being the first voted out slim to none thank the sweet baby jesis and all that good shit. Oh well that's all for now

JULIAN’S HOST CHAT GUEST, ZEE:

I am filling in a confessional because you told me to. I am in front of my fan because it's hot. I'm thinking that it seems pretty stupid to ask me for a confessional. Julian's prod chat isn't very interesting because he's distracted.

also just threw out madison's name to johnny. if this shit backfires on me ill be ):

https://youtu.be/Pqck1gayfJU

https://youtu.be/FMay7NycsPw

yo yo yo homies!!! fuck the scavenger hunt and the mobile Skype app !! Lowkey scared but I think I’m close with everyone on the tribe except madi soooooooooo that’s probably who will go tonight. I’ve connected a lot with Monty and am hoping we can work together closely moving forward 💕not sure how useful my relationship with Zach is going to be come swap/merge bc it seems like he’s ALREADY making himself a target like the big doof he is. More later 💋

https://youtu.be/Qg47yupj1bQ

https://youtu.be/vUK8A1qWVoA

Hello tumblr survivor world! Sorry I didnt confess for episode 1, I was going to but i accidentally exited out of the page when i almost finished writing it. Anyways, it was just a cast assessment for my tribe so tl;dr everyone on my tribe is great and its really sad that we have to vote someone out now. So this whole weekend I was away so I was REALLY worried that I would be voted out since I sat out of the challenge. But after talking to Johnny and Isabelle, it seems like Madison will be voted out tonight. Which is so bad bc this her first game in a year, but hey it's our first vote and it's not me so it's not really the time to make a stand. _________________________________________________________________________________________ Okay I took a break from writing this confessional and there's moreeeeeeeee so part 2 I guess. So I had a call with Johnny and we came up with an alliance of me, him, Isabelle, and Benji. What an iconic alliance, right? But also while Johnny and I talked we got onto the topic of idols and why it is that there hasn't been an idol post yet. I brought up that wayyyyyy back when in Malaysia and some other games around that time, some of the idol hunts were less clear cut. We ended up looking at the blog and clicking the "idol system" tab and it brought us to some weird crab video with audio that sounds like a pokemon cry? Idk part of me thinks its just a joke but I also have to consider that it might be SOMETHING. It said remember to like and subscribe so I sent a screenshot of me liking and subscribing to see if that would do anything but nope. Johnny said he'd do some thinking about it and get back to me later if he figures something out. Also tribal seems super clear cut so I'm a bit less worried now but y'know how it is I can't not worry about tribal.

i just spent $8 on a spectogram and STILL cant find this fucking idol im gonna kms... monty im sorry im steam rolling ahead looking for this thing without telling you, but thank you for the first clue xoxo... if i get stumped in the future ill reach out for SURE (but idt you trust me that much so this seems kinda valid to me) ((FOUR HOURS LATER: i told monty lololol)) ALSO FOR FUCKS SAKE I think madison is gonna go, and truthfully, im fine with it because it's the easiest thing to do due to her poor performance in the past few challenges and just being the least AROUND the tribe, but i know that it'd probably be better for me long term to get rid of abby because i just dont see her as a long term ally for me. i think she's close to JJ and Megan on the other tribe, and she's becoming much more acclimated to the tumblr survivor community that i just BET that she maybe has an additional connection on the rookie tribe. If I can attempt to break that up before we get to a swap, I think that's what im going to have to do figure out if we lose another challenge before a swap... i dont really want to see ANYBODY else go besides abby if im thinking about a second boot. i bet it wont be easy to take her out tho also, if madison goes, this is like...... lowkey vindication for game changers???? last night i talked about this with monty and i was like hmmmm "is it ugly to bring up past game history?" and his response was "not if it's within the same series" .... so. vindication

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omg i just told madison how to find the idol system thing i hope she doesnt tell anyone i told her about it LMAO........ this almost seems too easy.i got added to two alliances today. why do i not feel safe? is it me going? WTF IS GOING ON

excited to be first boot because no one will TALK TO ME! 

Things haven’t changed much since my last confessional! As far as I know the tribe hasn’t started into alliances and we’re all riding some excitement at having so far avoided tribal. I think the rest of the tribe and I are all feeling good and just focusing on making the tribe switch without losing any members.

from round 2 https://youtu.be/fk002uG2HoI

Hi sorry I forgot to do a confessional this round so this will be short imma just say a few things 1. I don’t trust julian one bit he can stop being shady to me 2. I can’t believe we aren’t going to tribal I’m so fkn happy i was able to pull out the win for our tribe because I didn’t want to lose anybody else 3. I love and adore will with all of my being and he’s my number 1 ally right now 4. I find it highly doubtful that there’s only one idol in this game and that you can’t find it until merge but that’s as far as I can get in the idol search for now so I guess there’s nothing I can do about it 5. I’m still having fun can���t wait to fuck up another flash game yay!!!

My Purple edit is amazing right now. But having played more games than most of these newbies, I have decided to take on the role of teacher and becoming more of a "role model" for these newbies. I feel like I have the closest bond with Zach, and I need to get a little closer with Collin. I have Grace from past games, and then there are the others who I do not really have any strong bonds with at the moment. I guess I need to start going to them more and show that I want to work with them.

https://youtu.be/yhwXzqrTcsA Confessional 2 for round 2

https://youtu.be/TVnpwqc8XLY

Madison voted out 6-1

[dead-inside-mcgee]

Controlling a marionette Part 2

Edited by: @blog-griffin-me <3 <3 <3

Summary:  Robbie sleep like a rock through out the rest of the day and the night. Chase on the other hand did not.

After yesterday, Henrik looked much better. His hair and nails were cut, and Marvin must have used a spell of some kind because all the bruises and scratches on his face were gone. He was still skinner than a rail but at least he didn’t look like he was about to die.

 He was wearing his usual doctor outfit and a surgeon's mask.

 “Hey, doc. You doing alright?” Chase greeted.

 “I’m doing better.” He pulls him into a small hug.

 “You heading somewhere?”

 “I’m going to introduce myself to this new doctor.” He growls a bit under his breath, letting go of him.

 “Well good luck with that. Oh, by the way, have you seen Marvin?”

 “I think he said he was going to a graveyard or something,” He said before disappearing up the stairwell.

 Chase gulped. So he really was serious.

***

“Why are you being so cryptic?” Chase asked, following the magician around. He kept shoving books and other things Chase didn’t want to know about into his arms without explanation.

 “I’m trying to explain just follow me.” They navigated the cemetery carefully, trying not to bump into or knock over any grave markers.

 They stopped in front of one of the gravestones. Chase recognized the name on it.

 “Robert McLoughlin.” They read in unison.

 “Why are we stopping here? And will you tell me why we are here again?”

 Marvin grabbed the book from the top of the stack Chase was carrying and opened to a ribbon bookmark. “Well you know with Henrik’s return and JJ’s appearance we’ll need more protection, right? Like a guardian of sorts.”

 “And you plan to raise the dead to protect us.” Chase said, not liking how the dots connected.

 “Attaboy!” Marvin cheered.

 “Where do I even start.” He places the books on the ground.

 “You can start by standing back, when I cast a spell.”

 He steps back, slightly ducking behind a tombstone. “Why do you need so many books, if the spells in that one book?”

 Marvin hums. “If this spell doesn’t work I can try one from one of the other books.”

 Everything goes eerily quiet as he begins reading. His eyes glow, his long hair floated around. The wind blew harder, swirling around them, knocking Chase’s hat off and carrying it away.

 Once he finished, everything settled down. There was a long silence, only broken by Marvin clapping his book shut and tossing it on the pile.

 “Welp, next book it-” He didn’t finish. The ground rumbled, and a greyish purple hand shot out of the ground. Chase screeched, Marvin laughed.

 Both of them backed up, the magician grabbing the others arm to keep him from bolting.

 A second hand popped up and out crawled a small, almost child sized zombie. He was wearing a striped sweater, with long stretched out sleeves. In his hand he held a small, worn down teddy bear.

 They were both dumbstruck.

 “D-did you check how old Robert was when he died?” Chase questioned.

 “I-it seems I didn’t…”

 The zombie looked around, looking scared and timid. They both knew they couldn’t just leave him there and neither of them were going to put him back into the grave.

 “This changes some things,” Marvin mumbled, keeping a nervous smile on this face.  

 “What are we going to do?”

 “Take him with us, hope no one asks too many questions and hope Anti doesn’t try anything.” He half-sighs half-groans.

 The zombie finial seemed to talk notice of them and jumped backwards, tripping over his own gravestone. He let out a wail, and started crying, triggering Chase’s parental instinct.

 The father rushes forward. “Hey, hey, Robbie. It’ll be okay.” He pulls him up, patting his head.

 The magician couldn’t help bursting into laughter. “One- one second ago you were terrified of that thing-” he pauses, trying to gain control of himself, “-and the next you’ve adopted it!” He wheezes.

 He scoffs. “Please, I wasn’t terrified, just a bit startled. And I haven’t adopted him!”  

 “Please, that’s what they all say. You give him a nickname in the first three minutes of his existence.” He whips a tear from his eye.

 “I give a lot of people a nickname in the first three seconds of their existence! You gave JJ’s his after only a minute and-a-half.”

 “Come on, Jameson Jackson, JJ was just common sense.”

 Robbie glanced between them multiple times during this this exchange. Clinging onto Chase.

 “Okay this argument is stupid, let’s go home,” Marvin said, swooping up his books.

 “Agreed, let’s go.”

***

Surprisingly, or unsurprisingly depending on how you look at it, no one noticed or mentioned Robbie. Guess when you live with this group of weirdos nothing surprises you anymore.

 The only person who even reacted to Robbie, besides JJ who just seemed very confused, was Henrik, and that had more to do with germaphobia than the fact that Chase had a zombie clinging to his arm.  Speaking of Henrik-

 “OH MY GOD WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR EYE!!??” Marvin dumped his books on the floor and ran to explain the clear black eye the doctor had. “What- what did you do?”

 “Calm down! I just got into a fight.” He attempted to brush it off, but Marvin wasn’t having it.

 “Who did this! I’ll kill them!”

 Robbie filenched and hid behind Chase. He gave the zombie a sympathetic look.

 “Hey Marv, aren’t you overreacting a bit? I means he’s a full grown man.” As much as he worried about the doc, he knew how powerful he was.

 “You stay out of this!” Marvin nearly hissed.

 “It was Dr. Jack. He was in my chair, I shoved him, he punched me, it grew from there.”

 “I knew it, we should’ve never trusted that little shit! Did he hurt you anywhere else?” He growls under his breath. “I swear I’ll kill him.”

 “As much as much I’d love for you to kill that poor excuse for a doctor, he’s still one of us. And no he didn’t hurt me.” He grabbed onto the magicians waist before he could run off and do something stupid.

 “Chase, go find a place for Robbie to stay. Henrik, you’re staying with me till I figure out how to fix that bruise.” Neither of them fought with him.

 Chase supposed he could make a makeshift bed out of the bean bag he had and some blankets. He opened the door and jumped back in shock.

 Jameson was standing there, snooping around. He jumps back as well, looking a little irritated.

 “What are you doing in here?”

 “I got a little turned around and walked into this room. I was trying to figure out whose room this was.” He grinned nervously, a second smaller slide appeared, simply reading: “Sorry.”

 “It-it’s okay dude.”

 Robbie stared blankly at the slides.

 JJ stepped out, still looking embarrassed. Chase looked around, nothing seemed out of place so he pushed any suspicion he had aside.  

 He pulled out an old green bean bag and set it in the cleanest corner of his room. With a few blankets and a pillow it looked like a big nest. Robbie curled up into it and passed right out.

 Chase chuckled to himself. If only his own kids would go to sleep that easily. Though he did worry, sense it was still the middle of the day, that tonight he’d have to deal with a fully charged zombie child, but that was a problem for future him.

 He tried to make a mental note of where everyone was currently. Robbie was in his room. Greyson was in the kitchen and from what he knew Jameson was heading to his room. Dr. Jack was in the clinic, Henrik was with Marvin. Everyone was safely inside.

 He knew that, no one would he stupid enough to leave the house at a time like this. Still there was a growing paranoia in the back of his head. Maybe he is just tired or hungry or just on edge with the appearance of two new egos and the reappearance of Henrik.

 He was snapped out of his thoughts by the feeling of someone's eyes on him. He turns to see JJ standing behind him.

“Get lost again?” He asked jokingly.

 He shook his head. “I feel like something bad is going to happen and soon. I want to stay around you.”

 The hair on the back of his neck raised. “Well I’m sure there are better, stronger people you could stick around.”

 He shakes his head again. “No I has to be you. I trust you.”

 Any fear of mistrust he felt toward Jameson vanished in that insenint.

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***

Robbie sleep like a rock through out the rest of the day and the night. Chase on the other hand did not.

 Nightmares were a common thing among the septic household, but this one… Something about it stuck, like it wasn’t just a dream.

 He was stuck in a very cold room, his arms chained above his head. The room was silent; deadly silent. Three figures stood in front of him.

 Henrik, Dr. Septiceye, and… Anti, the cause of every nightmare the septics have ever had. Henrik’s kidnapper and the reason Greyson hasn’t gotten a full night's rest in three weeks.

 Chase had only ever seen the demon once and he’s still not entirely sure it was real. He never mentioned that encounter with anyone else, still believing that he was hallucinating at the time.

 The three of them stood there stock-still, like mannequins. They don’t breathe or blink or show any emotion on their faces.

 He suddenly finds that his arms are free. Carefully and sneaks past them, none of them move or even to notice he’s there. Next he finds himself walking down a hallway covered in doors, It takes him a second but he recognizes the hallway. He’s at home.

 Stumbling a bit he opens the door to his room, except it’s not his room. It’s completely black.

 Something behind him shoved him down. He falls, but it doesn’t feel like falling, more like sinking through cold water. When he landed he found himself in a hallway bathed in red light.

 “I remember this place.” He whispers.

 There at the end of the hallway stood Anti, facing away from him and looking into the room at the end. His kids are in there, he doesn’t know how he knows that but he does.

 “Carmelia! Samuel!” He calls, not sure what else to do.

 The figure turns around, but there’s something different. His eye doesn’t glow nor does his body glitch. He looks sad like he doesn’t want to be doing this.

 He stalks forward; Chase is frozen in place, but unlike the original encounter something changes. Anti falls to his knees looking disdained.

 “J-jack?” Chase stutters. The man shakes his head and points the his left.

 There's a dark room there that wasn’t there before. The red hallway disappears and he’s back in that room he started this nightmare in.

 It sounds like there’s a fight happening somewhere in this room. He can faintly see the outline of two figures but he can’t make out any details.

 There’s a loud grunt and something skids into his view. A dark blue button about the size of his eye. He swoops down to grab it without thinking.

 As soon as it touches the palm of his hand he jolts up in bed. He’s in his room, Robbie curled up in the nest he made for him and the clocking reading three am.

 The dream wasn’t even that scary, not scary compared the the dreams he usually had, he he couldn’t calm his heart beat or steady his breathing.

 He was about to lie back down and try to go back to sleep when he noticed something warm in his hand.

 A dark blue button.