#Tower of Requiring Critical Help

[whoopsyeahokay]

October Sun

summary: it had been settled. everything had gone to shit and then everyone had had front row seats to watch how that'd happened. back in the theater, no one had known what to say, how to describe what they'd seen, how to reconcile that whoever had been behind the circumstances haunting Split River High could've been anyone.

pairing: Wally Clark x fem!reader

warnings: eventual smutty smut smut. mad spoilers. and obvious Canon divergence. very involved, very dense plot.

bon reading, frens

___________________________💀

OCTOBER SUN pt.27

"Love this for me."

Charley scanned the area, confused, disoriented, nervous. We're not in Kansas anymore, Toto, he shuddered, wrapping his jacket tighter around himself as he began to trek in the direction he hoped would take him back to civilization.

This wasn't how he imagined finally being free from the school. Lost in the middle of nowhere, dense trees as far as the eye could see. There weren't many wooded areas around Split River. A couple of parcels here and there, wilderness parks, but not like this, and he had to wonder if the forest was actually native to the land.

Finally, he found a trodden path in the dirt and decided to follow it. What did he have to lose? There was no danger. He couldn't die twice. Food, sleep, shelter weren't required despite he and the others keeping up those habits in the afterlife at Mr. Martin's guidance. Still, what you'd mentioned on the rooftop the night before—about how your great-aunt or your mother could erase his soul from existence—made Charley paranoid.

What if he'd landed here just for an evil witch to use his ghost for some nefarious plan to make her young and beautiful again? He'd seen Hocus Pocus. And it didn't matter that he was technically too old for that spell to work. He was stuck at 17 until he moved on and he wasn't keen on having a wicked witch absorb him for the sake of vanity.

Which, okay, Charley reasoned, sounded ridiculous, but one couldn't blame him. After a tornado had manifested in the theater and he'd been transported to some creepy, dark forest alone; he wasn't going to criticize himself for the insane theories his brain churned out.

He followed the path until it brought him to a winding, unpaved road. Turning left, he trailed down the edge of it for what felt like hours. It'd started raining halfway through his journey to wherever the hell, and night had fallen before the road widened into a bare plot of land stretched in front of a dilapidated farmhouse, its shadow a fanged monster raking toward Charley's ankles.

"Oh, that's not freaky at all." Charley muttered, quickly glancing over his shoulder and debating whether or not to go back the way he'd come. The darkness blurring the unpaved road seemed to push toward him as if discouraging him from turning around. He groaned in despair, "I hate everything about this," wanting the universe to take pity on him and return him to—God help him—the safe and familiar halls of Split River High.

It was Movie Night, he winged internally, and Wally had agreed (with conditions) to watch Ghost—shut up—and Katelynn and Bernadette were in charge of snacks which meant there'd be a smorgasbord of good options because Mr. Martin always filled the table with carrot sticks and his homemade tuna salad ("Just like my mother's! Doesn't it taste like home?"—"Why is it in jell-o?"—the '50s were a heinous decade, Charley thought, green around the gills at the memory).

Today was supposed to be a good day. A day of progress. A day of togetherness. He and Rhonda and Wally, and now Maddie, a united front against the mystery of Maddie's.....well, not-death, Charley supposed, because you'd debunked that. But against the mystery of Maddie's situation, nonetheless.

Except he was here, wet and cold and lost; an Addams Family-esque farmhouse towering in front of him like a bad omen and no one to turn to for answers.

"It can't get worse," Charley sighed, about to ascend the first of the front steps.

As his foot set down on the wood, the screen door creaked and someone emerged, using their back to push the door open so they could exit. When they turned around, Charley nearly jumped for joy. He knew that face! That was your face! Your face... Charley reeled back. Your face was coated in blood. You were coated in blood. Hair, hands, jeans.

"What happened!?" He questioned, pitching toward you to scan you for injuries.

You didn't seem to be in any pain, not favoring a leg or curling over a gut wound. Beneath the thin red film on your face, Charley couldn't spot a gash, a cut, a scrape, nothing. He panned to the front door, speculating in startled flashes what lay beyond it. The color drained from his face as he thought about it and he decided, no thanks, he didn't want—didn't need—to know.

The most unnerving part, however, wasn't the Evil Dead amount of blood on you. It was how your eyes stared ahead, completely blank; the same dissociative gaze Charley had witnessed on Emilio's face in the wake of Charley's death. Like Emilio's mind had evaporated while his brain repressed every bad thing that'd ever happened just to keep him upright.

Charley wanted to ask if you were okay but the words lodged in his throat when he finally noticed that you had something—someone—bundled in your arms. Small, child-sized (probably because it was a child, Charley, he chided himself), wearing Spiderman rainboots and a Looney Tunes sweater. A queasy sensation flushed through him as he watched you fumble down the stairs, gaze fixed ahead, arms fastened around the little body.

When Charley shifted to follow you, the screen door creaked again then slammed closed. Another person hurried out, clomping down the steps to chase after you. Small. Child-sized. Spiderman rainboots and a Looney Tunes sweater. Charley's expression twisted with sorrow. He bit the inside of his lip as he turned and walked beside the little boy who contemplated his boots as he squelched through the mud.

"Where are we going?" The little boy asked you, stomping into and out of a puddle.

You answered, "I'm taking you home," your voice light as a feather and far, far away.

"Will mommy be mad at me?" The little boy paused, big green eyes on your back, worried that he'd be in trouble for...for what? Charley couldn't discern. For dying?

"No." You said, dragged your feet with effort, your Converse not made for soft, sinking ground. "She'll know what to do. She'll make it all better, Aiden, I swear." On the last word, your voice cracked, but your face didn't change, your gaze still distant.

Charley kept pace with the little boy, Aiden, until you came to the end of the unpaved road. You were shaking, probably freezing, soaked to the bone and in shock. The unpaved road intersected a tarred section of old, narrow highway, a rusted mailbox keeping vigil in the tall grass that lined the shoulder.

Part of the name was scraped away by time and weather. Still, Charley could make it out: Meheive. A name Charley had had hammered into his skull in Grade 7 History. The name of one of the three industry men who'd founded Split River in 1800.

"Oh," He commented mildly, "It gets freakier. Fantastic." Then, as he lifted his foot to continue after you, he simply couldn't. He tried again, again, again, walked in place as if on a treadmill while an invisible force kept him at bay. "Never mind," He gulped, "Now it's freakier." At least he wasn't being shot back to the cafeteria at speed, he mused glumly when he took the time to feel the identical vibrations he felt when he got too close to the barrier around the school.

Slanting his attention to the side, he saw Aiden standing alone, face pinched, lower lip trembling and eyes filled with tears. "Sissy May, wait... I can't follow you..." He stuttered several breaths, hands balled into fists at his sides. "Sissy May!"

You didn't turn around. "It'll be okay, Aiden. Mom will fix it. She'll know what to do." Charley heard you murmur, dreamlike, detached, as you began to walk along the shoulder of the highway, adjusting Aiden's weight in your arms. "She'll fix it..."

Charley came up beside Aiden, watching you blend into the dark the further away you got. Aiden sniffled, squeaked before he coughed out a sob. He craned his neck to look up at Charley in devastation. Briefly, Charley was surprised though that settled into sympathy the longer Aiden blinked those green eyes up at him.

"I don't want to be alone," Aiden whimpered and took Charley's hand, his grip limp, his fingers tiny.

There was nothing to say to that. Charley didn't want Aiden to be alone either, and if he had to stay with Aiden for eternity, he would. He knelt down and pulled Aiden into a hug, his voice wet as he said, "You aren't alone, buddy," the way he would've comforted his younger cousin, Luca.

Unfortunately, the moment the words slipped out of him, Charley was snatched away and dragged through the farmhouse door.

‗‗‗‗•‗‗‗‗

Where Charley couldn't follow, Ajay did. Down the shoulder of the unlit highway, stomach rolling as he observed how you swayed and stumbled as you pressed onward, Aiden's dead weight becoming more and more difficult to manage. A car had stopped, a woman had called out to you, and Ajay had heard her on the phone with the police, asking for help.

It was as if you hadn't heard her. Ajay doubted you had, the state you were in, mumbling gentle promises to your brother as you carried him home. "Mom will know what to do, Aiden..."

Twenty minutes came and went before an ambulance and two squad cars screeched to a halt meters in front of you, lights flashing, red blue, red blue, red blue.

When the EMTs tried to take Aiden from you, you put up a fight; kicked, gnashed, snarled, screamed. Not words, just noise, like a provoked animal. Deputy Baxter managed to get you in a submissive hold so an EMT could sedate you before he helped settle you into a stretcher. Strapped you in, just in case, the corners of his mouth severely turned down and his eyes shuttered to conceal the heartbreak Ajay had caught a glimmer of.

"Take them to St. Vincent's." Deputy Baxter instructed the ambulance driver. "I'll call their mother." He moved on to order the second unit that'd arrived with him to follow the ambulance, that he would check the road, "For anything that'll tell us what the hell happened here."

"Austin, are you sure you want to do it alone? If someone's responsible, they could still be out there. They could be armed." Deputy Hayes voiced her concern through the passenger-side window. She was new. Too new to understand that Sheriff Stallow had a protocol when it came to certain matters. Especially those involving your family and a handful of others.

A protocol that Deputy Baxter was responsible for overseeing himself. For a substantial fee, of course, pulled from a vault that had been collecting wealth since before Split River had been established.

Deputy Baxter shook his head and reassured, "I'm just going to see what I can find along the road. If anything comes up, I'll call it in." He straightened and peered down the highway in the direction you'd obviously come from, a deep-seated foreboding frosting beneath his skin.

He was at a crossroads, his gut told him. Something terrible waited for him in the dark and whatever choice he made to deal with it would change his life forever. Damned if he did, damned if he didn't. He just prayed to God that he'd still be able to be there for his own little boy in the after. That he'd have the chance to hug Xavier and tell him the world might not be safe, but his dad will always be there to protect him.

In the side mirror of his vehicle, Deputy Baxter stared at the retreating image of the ambulance and squad car as they blared down the highway toward the town. Once the sound of the sirens faded, he shifted the gear into drive, gravel crunching under the tires, and he drove to the only building in the area for miles.

Once Deputy Baxter was gone, Ajay vanished through the farmhouse door.

‗‗‗‗•‗‗‗‗

Question Five.

Does the Monster die?

‗‗‗‗•‗‗‗‗

Simon's eyes flew open and he jolted upright, waking abruptly in a cold sweat. The sky was dark outside his closed window, his room pitched black, and his mother was tugging at his shirt.

He barely registered her words, you told the police you'd return the phone tonight, get up, as she fussed over him, fuming, lecturing him in Tagalog as she switched on the overhead light and pinned him with a strict expression.

He scrubbed his face to wake himself up. Dragged his hands through his hair, eyes drifting to his closet. He could've sworn... Hadn't there been...? The door was open and, apart from the two rails of clothes and the shoe rack, it was empty.

"Hurry up, iho! Before your father gets home." His mother commanded before she turned on her heel and left the room.

In English, Simon responded, "I'm going, I'm going..." and rose from his bed. He felt weak, exhausted despite having apparently slept through the day. Again, his gaze settled on his closet as if the person who'd been crying in there had just tucked themselves in the corner and would pop out any second now that the coast was clear.

But nothing happened.

Taking a deep breath, Simon stood and treaded to his closet. Just to make sure; just to see if it had really all been a dream. There was nothing inside to indicate anyone had been hiding there. No displaced clothes to suggest Simon had shoved them aside to get a better look at the little boy who'd quivered beside the shoe rack. No puddle from the rain that had dripped from the little boy's hair and Spiderman rainboots. No scuff marks in the carpet. No mud. No little boy.

"She's gonna hurt him," The little boy wailed into Simon's hip. "She's gonna take him and she's gonna hurt Sissy!"

Simon tripped backward, away from the closet, breath suddenly ragged as the memory flooded his mind. Because it had to be that. A memory. He'd had vivid dreams before, but never like that. He could still feel the little boy's tight grip around his waist, could still feel the wet and cold of the little boy's body through his Looney Tunes sweater when Simon had instinctually returned the embrace.

"She wants t'take them!" The little boy sniffed thickly, "You gotta help! You can't let her!" And then he added as if he'd been reprimanded enough times by his mommy, imploring "Pleeease!"

"Who are you talking about?" Simon asked. Leaned back and crouched so he was eye-level with the little boy, his hands holding the little boy's boney shoulders, "Who's going to get hurt?"

Simon grabbed his sweater and his car keys, calling out, "I'll be back soon," to his mother who'd installed herself in front of Wheel of Fortune. He had to get to the school. He had to see Maddie. To tell her what he'd dreamt or prophesized or hallucinated because, guess what, he'd apparently graduated from unwitting medium to Nostradamus.

As he trotted down the front walkway, he checked his phone. 7 missed calls from Nicole. 2 missed calls from Mathilda. 3 texts from Nicole asking the same question—are you okay?—and a novel from Mathilda that detailed the lessons he'd missed and what he'd have to make up for over the weekend, but don't worry, I'll help you. And 1 text from you. Short and sweet, sent that morning just after Simon had returned home from the police station.

"We found something to get Mr. A. I'll meet you at the bus stop when you get here."

Simon hoped it wasn't too late. That you'd stayed behind to wait for him even though he hadn't answered you. Unlikely, but he tried to remain optimistic, even as he took a moment to collect himself once behind the wheel of his car. That dream...it lingered like a bruise.

The little boy's voice stuttered through rough breaths, "Sh-she said she needs to find M-Maddie, but Maddie's gone, and that she c-can't use Sissy without Maddie. She can't do it w-without trapping more people."

Simon started the car and pulled into the road.

"What do you mean, 'gone'? You mean because Maddie died?" Simon pushed, but the little boy wasn't listening, sobbing about 'him' and 'Sissy' and how they were in danger. Simon grabbed the little boy's face between his palms, soft but firm, and God, his cheeks were so cold. He looked the boy straight in the eye, "What can't 'she' do without trapping more people?"

He rolled down the window to let the fresh air soothe his anxiety.

Eventually, the little boy quieted though tears continued to stream down his face, "She can't have a new body." He said in a little voice. "Now she needs more people because Maddie got away."

And what the gentlest fuck did that mean?

Simon still didn't know who the 'Sissy' and 'him' were that the little boy had referred to. The little boy had been too distressed to divulge their names, talking as if Simon should already know everything. Just 'Sissy' and 'him'. 'Sissy' and 'him' and Maddie and someone named Janet.

Did Simon know a Janet? He wracked his brain, trying to summon the names of everyone in his class who could have a connection to Maddie's death. There was a Jessica and a Jennifer and a Jayden. No Janet.

Then there was the matter of 'she' wanting a new body. Because that was sane. And impossible. Right...? Fuck, what if Maddie's death had been some nutcase's idea of a ritual sacrifice. What if another teenage girl was about to be murdered because, lo and behold, magic isn't real and Maddie just died instead of ceding her body.

The devil on Simon's shoulder quipped, "But ghosts are real," which, fair. If ghosts were real, surely they weren't the only eldritch phenomenon to exist in the world.

Maybe there were cursed mummies or body snatching aliens out there scheming to take over America via its youth. No child left behind. Jesus Christ. Simon was spiraling, brain spitting random images of every creature feature he'd ever seen at him. Had the little boy been trying to warn Simon about mummies? Aliens? Was it aliens!?

As he stopped at a pedestrian crosswalk, he stared—definitely too intensely—at the young woman who passed in front of his car. Like he could see straight to her bones and determine whether or not she was really human. The woman picked up her pace, shoulders up, head down, and folded her leather jacket tighter around her.

Don't be suspicious, Simon, he admonished himself, ashamed of his behavior, eyes darting to his lap until the woman was safely on the other side of the road.

"What even is my life anymore?" He wallowed. Ghosts and Mystery Inc. side-quests and pinning crimes on teachers. He felt he'd lived a hundred lifetimes in the last week and was seriously considering becoming a hermit the minute Maddie moved on.

There wouldn't be much reason to stick around after that anyway...

‗‗‗‗•‗‗‗‗

Mina Volkov hadn't left the theater since 1987. She was a looper. She performed the same tasks every day, from morning to night to morning. She didn't sleep. She didn't eat—except for the paper bag lunch she'd brought with her the day she'd died. She didn't stray. Mina had to make sure that what had happened to her wouldn't happen to someone else.

There was safety in her loop. Not just for the living students she protected through her hard work, but for herself. Her loop allowed her mind to remain clear, focused entirely on the task at hand. She didn't have to think or reflect or question why her soul had lingered after being squashed by a stage light.

Rhonda had called it denial when she'd visited Mina a week after Mina's death. Rhonda had been sizing Mina up, prodding and poking to see how Mina would react.

Mina had simply gone about her safety checks and Rhonda had eventually gotten bored. And had never come back.

Sometimes, her loop veered off-course. Sometimes Mr. Martin came to check on her. Just to say hi. Never to invite her to those stupid meetings he hosted in the gym. The ones Ajay attended and would tell Mina about later when they picnicked on the stage or between kisses in the green room.

She liked Ajay. He was kind and thoughtful, and he respected her loop. He didn't complain when she prioritized double-checking the lighting cables and tightening ropes and cordage for the dropdown scenery. He'd simply sit and talk to her. Recite poetry or passages from books she never intended to read. Ajay was smart. Ajay was handsome. Ajay was...

Ajay was comatose. Slumped on the floor along with the others, his face, like theirs, twisted in anguish. Whatever measures Mina used to wake him up didn't work and she had no idea how to help. But she knew she needed to. Not because New Girl had brought Mina flowers. Or because Hawaiian Shirt Man had caused her so many headaches since the start of the school year and they'd found something to make him stop banging around under the stage. But because Ajay needed Mina to be brave.

He needed help and she was going to help him. Which meant Mina had to leave the theater. She had to find Mr. Martin.

Though Ajay often thought Mina didn't listen when he spoke, he was wrong. She held onto every word like a treasure that she'd tuck away in her heart and savor in the moments she was alone.

Mr. Martin took his privacy in the fallout shelter in the basement. Mina had been there before she'd died. Several times, in fact. It'd been an opening night ritual conducted an hour before curtain. The cast and crew piled downstairs and hid in the fallout shelter to pass around a spliff.

Mina hadn't been responsible back then, not like she was now. She'd partaken because she'd wanted to feel like part of the group when she'd so often felt like an outsider the actors and other crew members made fun of, "for being such an airhead, God, Mina, how many times do I have to repeat myself?"

Standing slowly, Mina regarded the theater door. Her heart slammed against her ribs, palms clammy as she tightened and loosened her fists. A comforting motion to calm her nerves as she stepped carefully to the door and placed her hand on the exit bar.

Mina hadn't left the theater since 1987. But today, she would.

For Ajay.

She spilled into the hall, the world spinning in her panic, and took off at speed to the other side of the school. Down two flights of stairs, through the door that led to the basement.

Most of the basement had been bricked off which had narrowed the hallway, making it feel like a catacomb. Poorly lit and spooky. The fallout shelter was at the far end, directly below the gym. Its door was open as Mr. Martin usually kept it. A practical solution given how regularly he had to come and go during office hours.

It hadn't been his idea originally. No. It'd been hers. The woman currently speaking through the janitor's mouth as she stared Mr. Martin down.

"I've canvased the area and several others every night since that traitorous little bitch escaped." Mr. South stated, "There's no sign of her."

Helplessly, Mr. Martin explained for the second time, "I don't know what you want me to do, Amelia. I've done everything you asked me. But my students need me to keep them present. I must prioritize the shift I noticed in the wakers."

Mr. South—Amelia—snarled, "I agree, Everett, but I'm not asking you to participate in a search and seize. I simply want you to tell me where that conniving piece of shit would have gone! She confided in you, you told me that. So, tell. me. where she's most likely to go!"

Mr. Martin shook his head, a cowardly expression miring his face, "I've told you everything I know, Amelia, please. I've given you her notes, her journal. Every piece of information I had is already in your hands."

Pained, "How have you allowed everything to unravel this much?" Amelia wanted to know

Quite unexpectedly, a frightened voice interrupted from the vault door, "Mr. Martin?"

Mr. Martin whipped his head to the side, his eyes going wide in panic when he saw Mina stood just over the threshold, inside the fallout shelter. What was she doing there?

She looked ashen. Scared. Shaking like a leaf in the wind. Her brown eyes slid away from Mr. Martin's face to rest on Mr. South for a second before returning to Mr. Martin.

Mr. Martin swallowed, opened his mouth to say something, anything to explain why he was mid-conversation with the living school janitor, when suddenly it didn't matter anymore.

Mr. Martin choked as he watched Mina glance down her body. Her chest seared like paper in a candle flame. She looked back up, fear contorting into betrayal, before she quietly burned away into oblivion.

Unable to reconcile what he'd witnessed, Mr. Martin merely stared at the spot Mina had just been standing, expression slack in horror. His chest rose and fell heavily, "Why?" he rasped, and it took every ounce of self-preservation not to lash out.

Behind him, Amelia lowered Mr. South's hand, scoffing, "Oh, don't look so sad, Everett. She didn't feel a thing," but Mr. Martin didn't believe it. Still, he was too intimidated to argue. He knew what Amelia was capable of.

Virtuously, Amelia commented, "We need someone to step in for Janet." A look of distaste, "Since it appears you truly are hopeless at managing things here on your own."

"I—" Can't, but he choked on the word, unwilling to say it aloud.

Amelia rounded on him, beautiful blue eyes flashing in anger, "I gave you everything you wanted, Everett, and, yet you repay me with failure."

"I haven't," Mr. Martin argued weakly.

"Oh? You've forgotten the one you let slip out of your grasp when we were so close to securing him. A problem I must now fix." She reminded him, "Don't forget this, you silly, little man. I can take away everything I gave you like this." She snapped her fingers as she stepped closer, Mr. South's nose practically touching Mr. Martin's. "You will do as I tell you, or all your little lambs will be slaughtered and I'll leave you here to rot. Alone."

And then she turned on her heel, her demeanor shifting to breezy and aloof.

"Do it soon. I can't afford any delays." In Mr. South's lumbering body, she picked across the floor like a debutante, "Time is valuable, Everett, especially mine." Then she was out the door and around the corner to return Mr. South's body to the storage room Mr. South used as his office.

Alone in the fallout shelter, Mr. Martin buckled to his knees.

‗‗‗‗•‗‗‗‗

Operating with half his mind still on aliens and mummies, Simon waited in the bus shelter. He was grateful you hadn't left, had responded to the text he'd sent when he'd arrived at the school: "See you in 5," you'd told him. At the metal crack of the side entrance opening, Simon stood up from the bench and faced the school. He frowned when he saw who emerged.

Steps uneven, Xavier exited the school. He stopped when he noticed Simon, stood still like a deer in headlights. Damn, Xavier looked like he'd seen a ghost. Pale and bug eyed and jittery.

They watched each other for a moment. Simon nodded his head in greeting. Xavier didn't return the gesture. Instead, he gazed down at his chest and then followed a trail to Simon's.

With a frightened look, Xavier lifted the hood of his sweater and veered toward the parking lot, skulking off with his head down.

A minute or so later, the door opened again and this time it was you. And Maddie. Together. Followed by a tall guy in a varsity jacket, a girl in a newsboy cap, and a boy with frosted tips wearing a lot of denim. The trio of strangers stayed by the door to watch as you and Maddie—together—approached Simon.

When you and Maddie were within earshot, Simon said, "Okay. What the hell is this?" To Maddie specifically, "How can I see you right now?"

Maddie shrugged, glanced at you, but you just kept your eyes on the ground.

"Not sure." You murmured, voice like air. You at least had the decency to look apologetic when you finally brought your gaze up to meet Simon's.

"So you can see ghosts." Simon stated, irritated.

"So can you." You returned, but your heart wasn't in it. In fact, you seemed as rattled as Xavier had been when he'd come out of the school.

Although he wanted to chew you out for having lied to him, Simon wanted to make sure, "Are you alright?"

His demeanor softened as he took you in. Puffy eyes, flushed cheeks, red nose. You'd been crying. And Simon would never be angry enough to let that trump being there for a friend who needed him. He bundled you into a hug, one hand rubbing your back, and asked Maddie with his eyes what was wrong.

In his periphery, he saw Varsity straighten and move to take a step forward. His friends each grabbed an arm and appeared to shut whatever idea he'd had down because he shifted back before shaking them off.

Urgently, Maddie told Simon they'd discuss everything, "Later," and ushered him back into the bus shelter. He kept an arm slung around your shoulders, a shoulder to lean on, though had to release you when you decided to lean against the interior glass. Simon took what was becoming his usual seat on the concrete base and Maddie folded herself onto the bench.

When neither you nor Maddie spoke, Simon took the lead, "Mr. Anderson totally played us," he began, glancing between you and Maddie. "I mean, the cops are convinced I helped Maddie run away."

Maddie immediately defended, "Seriously? That's—"

"I know. They only let me come back here because I promised I'd get Anderson's phone and turn it in."

You cleared your throat, "Okay, well, before you do that..."

Maddie continued where you trailed off, "I think we might've found something that can help maybe keep the cops off your back." She fished something out of her back pocket and handed it to you which you, in turn, handed to Simon.

Stunned, Simon gawked at the piece of paper, eyes darting between it, you, and Maddie several times before finally resting on the paper. "We're just...not going to acknowledge how insane this is?" He sputtered, flapping the paper to indicate what he meant.

"Just go with it for now, Si." Maddie implored, "Let's take down Mr. Anderson first."

"Yeah," Simon agreed and examined the paper. It was a receipt for new band uniforms.

He pulled out his phone when Maddie informed him he'd have to call the company the receipt was from and punched in the number. As the line connected, Simon cast to the three people at the school entrance. "Quick question, and not to alarm anyone, but who are they?" He asked as he waited for someone to answer the phone.

You and Maddie looked to the three people then at each other, Simon, the three people, each other, and ended with open-mouthed stares at Simon.

"They're dead, aren't they?" Simon deadpanned. You and Maddie nodded. Simon kissed his teeth. "Of course they are."

‗‗‗‗•‗‗‗‗

After all was said and done, Simon had watched Wally—the tallest of the three ghosts Simon had seen outside—drape his varsity jacket over your shoulders and stamp a kiss to your head. Simon had seen Wally hold you protectively in the wake of Simon's impassioned announcement to the table of Split River High staff.

He'd heard Wally whisper comforting words and stroke your cheek with his thumb and, wow, you hadn't been joking about saving yourself for the hot ghost on campus.

It was a mindfuck, to be sure, but Simon adjusted. Or he was in shock. Toe-may-toe, toe-mah-toe.

Wally had mentioned to the group at large as they huddled in the hallway that he and Charley—denim on denim—had needed to go lest Mr. Martin—whoever that was—get suspicious of their absence at Movie Night. Which could've been dead dove, do not eat, or could've been ghost code for watching the living go to the bathroom.

"Dude, we don't do that." Wally had cringed, offended.

Charley had raised his brows in consideration, "Well, not all of us."

Afterward, you, Simon, and Maddie had holed away in a classroom to watch Mr. Anderson be escorted into the back of a squad car. In a line at the window. Discussing in solemn tones what you and Maddie had seen in the theater. How it related to Mr. Anderson. How whoever was behind Maddie's death—no, not-death, Simon emended, since you'd brought him up to speed. How whoever was behind Maddie's missing body could be literally anyone.

That was if Maddie's circumstances were related to the terrors you and she had experienced in the theater earlier.

"What do you think's gonna happen?" Maddie asked faintly as she watched the deputy close the back door of the squad car.

"He'll be questioned," Simon said. "Probably arrested."

Angry, Maddie replied, "But not for abduction. Not for bodily injury." A weighted pause. "I swear to God, if he did this to me over some stupid band uniforms..."

His voice tinged with hope, "Maybe he'll confess."

"Or," Maddie offered the alternative, "You'll hand that phone over to the cops and we'll never know who he was working with. Or why he said he gave me money... I'll never know what really happened to me."

Maddie turned. As soon as she settled against the windowsill, you shuffled closer to her and put a supportive arm around her shoulders. Fuck if that didn't make Simon's heart ache. He wanted so badly to be the one to do that for her. To be there for her. To comfort her.

"We'll figure it out, Mads." You reassured, though you still looked haunted. You glanced over your shoulder, watched the flashing lights until they faded and then sighed. "This is going to sound awful right now, but..."

"You don't think Mr. Anderson has anything to do with me. Do you." Maddie said, and closed her eyes against the fact that there was so much more at play now. After the theater, it seemed Maddie agreed.

You shook your head apologetically, "I don't."

"And that's not just because he's your uncle's friend?" Simon ventured, studying you closely.

You shook your head, "No. I swear, Simon, I really think Mr. Anderson and whatever's actually going on are two separate things."

Simon believed you.

"Whatever he's involved in, maybe it'll bring us one step closer to what actually happened. We can't rule it out." He implored as he gazed between you and Maddie.

It couldn't be for nothing that they stumbled upon Mr. Anderson's secret. He might not have been involved in hurting Maddie or relocating her body without her in it, but he'd given her money for something.

"At least for now," Maddie said, gazing up at Simon, "some of the heat will be off you."

Her words struck Simon's soul. After everything she'd been through, she cared about what happened to him, and it made him yearn to show her how much that meant to him. Seeing you in Wally's varsity jacket gave him an idea. Slowly, he peeled off his sweater and hung it over the back of a chair. It wasn't enough, but at least he could do this.

"What are you doing?" Maddie asked.

Voice rough with emotion, Simon said, "I was thinking... I can't hug you, but my sweater can."

You pushed away from the window and positioned yourself between Maddie and Simon, voice pitched just as low as Simon's as if not wanting to disturb the somber atmosphere that had befallen the classroom.

"I can do you one better." You said with a small smile and placed one hand on Maddie's shoulder. Your held out your other hand to Simon which he took, curious as to what you were going to do. It seemed Maddie knew because she came closer and then—God—she wrapped her arms around Simon and held him tight.

Without a second thought, Simon returned her embrace with his free arm, putting everything he had into it. All the grief, all the solace, all the love. He hiccupped a weak sound of overwhelm and pulled Maddie as close to himself as he could. She felt warm. Alive. Like she was right there in her body.

With wet eyes, Simon peeked up at you, "Thank you."

"You're my friend, Simon." You said easily, "I'd do anything for you in a heartbeat."

He dragged you into the hug; you and he and Maddie holding each other, leaning on each other, needing each other. And for that small segment of time, the weight of the world didn't feel so heavy.

‗‗‗‗•‗‗‗‗

Everette Martin had always needed to be needed. Something he'd been denied in life.

His parents had never supported him, teaching a job for women, not men. The school had let him go due to a rumor that another teacher circulated when she'd caught him outside of school and misunderstood that he'd been helping a student. His fiancé had turned her back on him because she couldn't 'see a future' with him anymore as a result.

All he'd ever wanted was for people to look to him for guidance, accept his help, rely on him. Life had been a disappointment.

In death, however, he thrived.

He loved his students like his own. He knew Amelia had her reasons for collecting them. She'd framed it as a gift. Allowed Mr. Martin to nurture them so long as he stuck to a short list of rules. Rules he agreed to because, if he didn't follow them, his students would inevitably leave him just as everyone else had.

Yes, Everett knew Amelia had something sinister up her sleeve, likely involving his students, but it'd already been 65 years and nothing had happened, so he assumed her plans didn't involve him or them. That she needed them simply to exist within the school to keep it sick. The presence of lingering death has that effect on a place, Amelia had chuckled prettily.

Amelia's powers were connected to the sickness in the land, and to maintain them, Everett had to maintain the status quo amongst the school's ghosts. A job he took seriously as well as reveled in.

He was so proud of them all, even the loopers. Such a contrast of personalities somehow finding common ground in the afterlife. It was marvelous to behold how they sparked friendships they probably wouldn't have had in life.

Especially Rhonda. Her death had turned her sour and Everett had had to be extra patient with her. At least she continued to join the Group sessions, and had made friends in Charley and Wally. Anything else, though, was a hard sell. She stubbornly refused to participate in activities unless they resulted in chaos and drama.

Which was why Everett was surprised when Rhonda marched into the gym and pulled up a seat.

It wasn't the first unusual thing Everett had noticed of his Group that night. He had the sense that something felt off. Ajay had been morose when he'd entered, but Bernadette and Katelynn had puppy piled him on the stack of gym mats and were comforting him with cuddles.

Always upbeat and charismatic Wally had been reserved until halfway through the film. Perhaps he was truly taken by Demi Moore's performance, though Everett suspected there was more to it.

Charley hadn't made any sarcastic comebacks to Everett's purposefully cheesy jokes about the film before he'd played it, either. Studying Charley and Wally, Everett had entertained the idea that the two had had a falling out. Teenagers were fickle beings. Even those in their forties and fifties.

Of course, Everett could be seeing things that weren't there. Reading too much into every small shift in behavior because he'd been on edge since Amelia's impromptu visit. A shiver ran through him, cold as ice, as he recalled what he'd witnessed and what he'd been ordered to do.

Banishing the memory, he forced a smile to his face, "Rhonda. You usually boycott movie night."

Rhonda stiffened in her seat, gaze fixed determinedly on the screen even if it seemed to go against every value she'd upheld up to that point.

"Is everything alright?" He probed when she didn't say anything.

Rhonda took her time to answer, but eventually, "I've been here for sixty years. Sixty graduations," She explained, jaw tense, as if her words were being forced out of her.

Rhonda rarely shared and, when she did, she'd smother the sentiment beneath myriad barbed wire remarks and threatening stares so no one examined what she'd revealed too closely.

As Rhonda disclosed what had motivated her to join Movie Night, Everett heard Amelia's voice in his head, "I need someone to step in for Janet."

"—I've made my peace with it because nothing changes...but now..." Everett listened, giving Rhonda his full, undivided attention. Rhonda didn't elaborate on how her views had shifted, rather redirecting to claim, "I know I'm not always a joiner but," her voice was raw, "I gotta get outta here."

She was outright doing her damnedest to hold back tears and it shook Everett to his core. The sight made Mina's image flash in his mind, the pain and fear in her eyes as she'd silently begged him to help her before being disintegrated into nothingness.

When Rhonda admitted, "I'm willing to try anything," Everett was brought back to the present, Mina fading from his mind.

What Rhonda said next made his smile falter, a pang of regret in his heart. He wasn't sure how he felt about 'replacing Janet'. He had a vague understanding of what Amelia had been doing with Janet and it unsettled him.

But, there was nothing else for it, his hand forced, because Amelia would find a way, with or without him, and without him could potentially be brutal.

It was easier when the participants were willing. But Rhonda needed to say it right. She needed to mean it without Everett's direct interference.

And, just like that, she did.

He ignored how his gut wrenched as he heard Rhonda speak into the ether, "So, whatever you did to help Janet, I want in."

He felt Rhonda's words vibrate through the veil. He forced another smile. However, turning back to the screen, his smile faded completely as Mina's final moments crowded his mind again. The fear. The helplessness. One of his students...gone.

His conscience kicked and screamed and berated him. Challenged him. Brought his face right up to the hundreds of mistakes he'd made leading up to Mina's permanent erasure from all planes of existence.

Everett had had no choice, a milder, more detached part of him reminded, and it was too late to undo what'd already been done. If he wished to continue guiding his students—teaching them, guiding them—he had to stay the course.

With that in mind, he offered Rhonda his bowl of popcorn and told her, "I'm glad to hear it."

💀___________fin.____________

PART TWENTY-SIX - OCTOBER MOON

also available on AO3!

MASTERLIST

[silverflqmes]

agszc and the WAY THEY SAY I LOVE YOU CAUSE I'M STILL SCREAMING OVER CLOUD'S DATING HCS YOU MADE SNSKDJKD

໒⦂ ( 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 ) 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

notes. you might be confused with the use of parenthesis but it’s exactly what you think.. not all of them ACTUALLY say those words.. read and see🫡

genre. fluff + angst ( sephiroth’s )

for @melukonova <3

ft. sephiroth, cloud strife, zack fair, genesis rhapsodos, angeal hewley

disclaimer. ok, poetry IS NOT my strong suit, from time to time i experiment with it but i am not the best at it so keep criticism tame please..

gender neutral! reader.

➫ 𝓢𝗘𝗣𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗢𝗧𝗛 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ sephiroth’s confession would be something that requires patience. he doesn’t have much experience with love, as he wasn’t exposed to it much throughout his life.

⌗ it doesn’t mean he’s incapable of feeling it, rather, it’s a matter of him truly realizing those feelings he has and how deep they run. now the way those words come out.. would likely be influenced by heightened emotions.

a beat of silence passed before the the silver haired hero closed the door, turning to face you with an expression you weren’t certain his features were even capable of making. “what were you thinking??”

he was distressed, brows knitted together as you watched his chest rise and fall unevenly, each breath more irregular than the last. you assumed it was anxiety — something you’d never associated with sephiroth.. until now, that was. “i was doing my job, an injury or few is unavoidable at times, you know that.” came your mumble, feeling your own brows furrow.

of course he knew that, the top hero knew that better than anyone.. but this. “there are other ways to get things done, what you did today was completely reckless — as though you had no care whatsoever for your life.” he argued, moonlight bangs swishing from right to left when his head shook. “you could have died!”

now it was your turn to get frustrated as you stood up from your place despite your aching muscles, walking up to his broad frame. “and that’s suddenly an issue now? our line of work demands for us to risk our lives everyday no matter the mission! we both knew this going into our relationship, so why are you suddenly so worked up over this??” you matched his tone, not fond of the approach he’d taken in addressing you.

“because i nearly lost you!” he shouted, overcome with emotions so powerful, he couldn’t even stop the onyx, gloved hands that flew to your shoulders, clinging desperately to something.. something even he didn’t know of.

his breath stuttered as he lowered his head, trembling in his place. “i can’t.. i-i can’t have you leave me, too…” the first class SOLDIER whispered in a voice so broken, so defeated, you had to remind yourself that behind this towering, imposing powerhouse.. was a human being, with feelings of his own, no matter how well he hid them. a human that knew loss, and an unwelcomed amount of it.. and feared more of it.

unsure of what to do, you pulled him down into a hug, feeling your anger fade into nothingness as you allowed your eyes to close. “i won’t, not ever.”

➫ 𝓒𝗟𝗢𝗨𝗗 𝓢𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗙𝗘 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ he says get help but he’s the one that needs help.. bro just, he can’t say it — he’s too embarrassed and he just doesn’t rlly know how to bring it across properly..

⌗ in the end, he opts for a more subtle method that aerith had once told him about. it required minimal speech on his end, and called for actions to take the reigns — perfectly up his alley.. as long as you got the memo.

“cloud?” you called out in surprise, turning to find a familiar spiky haired blond with an ivory colored flower in between his gloved fingers.

his lightly tanned cheeks were dusted with a tint of pink, seemingly reddening as he held out his hand, averting his gaze. “you said you wanted me to bring you something back from my delivery in sector five.. figured i’d bring something you don’t find everyday here.”

your knowledge of flowers was minimal, as midgar.. wasn’t exactly filled with them. you only rarely saw them from a distance, and on the occasions that you had, normally they were too pricey to purchase.

somehow, however, the owner of strife delivery services seemed to have gotten his hands on one singular flower. when you’d ask for a small souvenir from his travels, it had been a joke, simply you joshing like you normally had with him.. though it appeared this time, that he had taken it seriously.

you cleared your throat, letting out a sheepish laugh. “you didn’t have to do that, but thank you — i’ve.. never received a flower before, much less held one..” you confessed in a soft tone, taking the bloom from his grasp as you brought it close to your face.

even without leaning in to take in its scent, the sweetness greeted your senses as a smile etched itself onto your lips. “aah~ it smells wonderful, what kind of flower is it??”

he rubbed his neck at the question, feeling himself grow more nervous by the second. “it’s um.. it’s called gardenia. aerith’s mom insisted i took one back with me, since they were the newest edition to her garden.. said something about it having a deeper meaning, too.” cloud spoke up, finally lifting his mako-azure eyes to meet yours.

you lowered the flower in your hands, tilting your head. “deeper meaning? i didn’t think flowers were so complex.” you snickered into your free hand before grinning brightly at him. “but, go on. i’m curious!”

the tips of his ears seemed to burn with red as his lips parted before he turned his back to you, folding his arms. “o-on second thought, i forgot..”

“WHAT?? no way, it must be good if you won’t say! come on cloud!” you urged him, moving in front of him to see his face, but all you caught was the faintest smile as he continued to turn away. so cryptic!

➫ 𝓩𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝓕𝗔𝗜𝗥 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ zack uh- as we can tell, he isn’t exactly the ‘think before you speak’ kinda guy — whatever comes out, comes out.. with no regard to how blunt or sudden it might end up sounding.

⌗ now how would that apply to a confession? well, i think he would just say it without even thinking of the impact behind his words. it would just come out naturally, casually.. and you would end up staring like- did he fr just say that??

a sigh left your lips as you turned the page of the newest issue you’d picked up of shinra’s very own magazine, because what didn’t the prestigious electric company have to their name?

meanwhile zack was busying himself with yet another set of squats, clearly antsy. missions had been quiet as of late, mundane even. at the moment, you were both occupying the second class floor, waiting for orders.. but nothing came.

a groan left the nicknamed puppy’s lips as he halted his movements before draping finally himself onto the spot on the couch you hadn’t occupied. “man i bet the firsts are out kicking ass! they really don’t have anything for us to do here??”

you licked your thumb to flip to the next spread, humming. “unless you feel like getting involved with professor hojo’s questionable ass tasks, i’d rather sit here in boredom.” you confessed, missing the grimace on his face since your eyes remained on the passage you had been reading.

“i guess you have a point.. but still.” he pouted, leaning into your face as a means of getting your attention. “can’t we go ask lazard?? he’s gotta have something by now for us, right?!”

a laugh seemed to leave your lips at his complaints as you lifted your eyes at last to meet his zircon ones, a smile stretching across your lips. “and, what? have him tell us no for the fifth time in the last two hours?”

his appendages seemed to part in protest before they jutted out once more. “w-well! for all we know a mission could have popped up on that computer of his right now! with angeal and them gone, they’re bound to ask us! i’m sure of it!” the second class SOLDIER insisted, clenching his fists in determination. “come on, y/n! it beats reading whatever propaganda you’re reading!”

it was partly true, shinra’s magazine went on and on about sephiroth’s feats if it wasn’t already in the daily paper or news. and one look at those puppy eyes had you crumbling. damn him for that effortlessly adorable face..

“fine, we’ll ask one last time.. but if he says no, you owe me a drink from the vending machine since i paid last time!” you huffed out, tossing your copy back on the the coffee table as you stood up with your hands on your hips.

as though sparkles had appeared in his eyes, zack hopped to his feet before engulfing you in a tight hug. “for real?? you’re the best, y/n!! i love you! i love you! i love you!!”

➫ 𝓖𝗘𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗜𝗦 𝓡𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗦𝗢𝗗𝗢𝗦 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ ah, the romantic and the one that does too much because everyone else ain’t doing enough ( his words ) — genesis. you can expect a very enigmatic brain scratching confession..

⌗ or in other words, the cheesiest kind of confession that involves poetry, some form of incorporation with loveless, and just some frivolous display of his affections for you in case you don’t pick up on the hints..

“y/n, my dear! won’t you hang back awhile? our work is done for today.. perhaps you’ll indulge me in a piece i worked on, hm?” the redhead spoke up, causing you to pause in your tracks as you blinked over at him.

a piece? “you mean.. poetry?” you inquired for certainty, surprised that he had the spare time to be writing something. “i’m not the best at deciphering metaphors and whatnot.. but i’d be willing to hear what you have.” you smiled, eager to see what he had been working on in his free time.

“not to worry!” he waved you off, pulling out a small notebook from his long coat. “even the foolish and emotionally unintelligent, like our beloved sephiroth could understand!” genesis laughed out, fearless of his friend — or in his eyes, rival — as usual.

you let out a nervous chuckle as you pulled up a chair to hear what he’d prepared, praying that your silver haired friend did not hear.. not that he would care, anyway. just genesis being genesis.. “well um, i’ll do my best to somewhat comprehend what you wrote.” you offered, anyway, placing your hands on your lap as a means of resting them.

the male dressed in crimson took it as a sign to commence, lifting his fist up to clear his throat before holding up his poem. “in a bed of asters, the tears of the goddess.. blossoms a favored one amidst a world or filth and endless disasters — a beauty that wears star formed petals for a bodice..and adorns droplet shaped blades of which its creator once wept.” genesis paused, trailing a finger down to the next line. “one day, a new flower would emerge — tall, scarlet, and proud.. tenderly well kept, and yet.. as sorrowed as a rain cloud.”

you almost wanted to question why, curiosity overtaking you despite the urge to giggle at a few.. choice of words he made. how couldn’t you when it was so reminiscent of the usual reciting he did of his most favorite work of literature.

compelled by your zealousness, you fed into your inquisitiveness. “why was it sorrowed?”

a soft chuckle tumbled past his lips at the awe in your voice as he closed the book with a low hum. “for it was loveless, without its starry accomplice.. that bloomed on a path far away enough to diverge.” he finished gently before sliding a hand to your cheek. “nevertheless, that is but fiction.. as our paths will remain entwined, and my heart shall not bleed with my beloved star around.”

➫ 𝓐𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗔𝗟 𝓗𝗘𝗪𝗟𝗘𝗬 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ ah, yes, the confession of his love.. yet another unspoken way of proclaiming his feelings for you, although i believe his method may just be a little more meaningful.. but just a little.

⌗ however, what would call for the confession exactly, and the realization of his feelings? personally, i believe it’d have either been something in the heat of the moment — in other words, you being in danger, or perhaps.. an inquiry, in regards to the buster sword glued to his back.

“earlier..” your began, eyeing your lover with a curious gaze. “that was the first i’d ever seen you draw the buster sword.. for the longest time, i convinced myself it was decorative, or something.. but there’s more to it, isn’t there?”

the rag in angeal’s hand came to a pause at the question, a soft chuckle leaving his lips. “i remember zack asking me that several times before and i still haven’t presented him with a proper answer.” he mused, eyes softening as he gazed upon his weapon. “growing up, my family was not one for riches. we had enough to get by, thankfully, but making money was hard work on my parents — specifically my father.”

a breeze passed through the few strands of hair that frames his face as he gazed upon the sky. “still, he had wanted to gift me something for passing the SOLDIER exam, and had this forged for me.” he smiled gently, closing his eyes. “it took him a very long time to recover financially for his debts in having this buster made, so long that it cost him his very life in the end..” the first class SOLDIER spoke up, allowing his eyes to lower back down to the blade in his hands. “and so, i do my best to avoid bringing any wear, tear or rust upon it.. as it represents not only my dreams and honor, but the efforts and sacrifice for its creation.” he finished steadily, finally meeting your stare. “but for you, i would draw it without a second thought.”

your boyfriend was already impressive to begin with- the most humble and noble person you had come to know.. but this? it had left you in complete awe to know how sentimental he truly was, despite his stoic demeanor. and for him to have used his beloved weapon to shield you from harm — what did that mean? that he.. held you in higher regard than it..?

“you.. you would do that for me?” your inquiry was stupid, as he had done it once already, earlier in fact.. but angeal nodded, regardless, the small smile on his lips expanding, even if it was just a pinch wider.

“if it guarantees your safety.. in a heartbeat.” he answered with little delay, a fondness in his mako tinted eyes — one that he only ever really showed to you.

notes. zack being the only one who actually says i love you verbatim.. meanwhile the others are cryptic and expect you to guess ( cloud.. genesis.. ) or say it without needing to say those three words.. crazy tbh

↳ return to main masterlist . request rules . send an ask

[ghoulsverse]

Chapter Ten: A New Normal

4.2k words | [Tags] more angst BUT, some fluff too

Chapter Index | Ao3 Link

Previous Chapter | Next Chapter

Sometimes the scariest thing isn’t being unloved… it’s realizing you’ve been loved the wrong way all along.

The smell of cinnamon toast and burned coffee drifted lazily through the tower’s shared kitchen, with the late morning sunlight clinging to the ceiling. Inside, though, the Avengers were awake, just barely… and some? Deeply annoyed.

Aliah sat at the counter with her head leaning against her hand like it was the only thing keeping her sane.

Her breakfast plate sat untouched… eggs arranged like a smiley face that mocked her silently. A too organized planner sat beside it, open to a page titled “Curriculum Integration.” The words might as well have been written in blood.

“Seriously?” Aliah said, balancing a spoon on the edge of her cereal bowl. “If I have genetically enhanced DNA, shouldn’t I get a pass on standardized education?”

From across the kitchen island, Natasha didn’t look up from her tablet. “If you’re smart enough to argue your way out of school, you’re smart enough to do the homework.”

“That’s emotional manipulation.”

“That’s parenting.”

Wanda entered with a mug in one hand and a hopeful smile in the other, sleeves rolled up and damp curls framing her face from her morning shower. She looked like someone trying to manifest calm into a chaotic universe… one toast crumb at a time.

“I printed off your tutoring schedule.” She said cheerfully, sliding a few neatly stapled pages next to Aliah’s elbow. “We’re starting slow. History, algebra, and English for now. Just mornings. You still get afternoons free.”

Aliah stared at the packet like it contained classified Hydra documents. “Do I get a recess?”

“You get a fifteen minute break and a snack.”

“So... no?”

Natasha gave her a soft glare, almost daring the girl to make one more sarcastic comment. “You’re 15… Most kids your age are in school full time. Be lucky we’re keeping your afternoons free for training.”

Green eyes rolled again. “I don’t see how adding numbers and knowing how to write proper sentences is supposed to help me in the field.”

Maria, who had been sitting at the table on the other end from Aliah, her own tablet in hand, spoke up first. “If you want to go out into the field and take missions, you need to be able to do the paperwork. That requires learning proper sentences. Counting the ammunition you have left over while still fighting can save your life.”

“Okay, fine. But History?”

“Understanding your enemy’s motive and patterns based on the world’s past mistakes.”

Aliah dropped her head onto her crossed arms on the table and groaned. It made sense. But she didn’t have to like it.

Wanda just shook her head, chuckling. Mostly to distract herself from the gnawing feeling that keeps coming back when she’s in the same room as Natasha.

Vision appeared near the pantry, holding a cup of tea he had no biological need for.

“An established routine is critical to personal growth.” He offered politely. “I’ve found structured time blocks enhance not only discipline but emotional resilience.”

Aliah didn’t look at him. “I’ve found your voice enhances migraines.”

“Noted.”

Natasha almost snorted into her coffee.

Wanda did not.

“We all agreed on this.” She said, tone a little tighter now. “We want you to have a foundation.”

“Of what?” Aliah asked, flipping her spoon. “Colonialism and trigonometry?”

“Of opportunity.” Wanda replied. “Of choice. We want you to have a say in your future.”

“Cool.” Aliah muttered. “Then I choose not to do math.”

The elevator dinged.

A young man stepped out with a messenger bag slung over one shoulder and the distinct air of a man who had absolutely no idea what he’d just walked into. Late twenties. Slightly rumpled. Wearing a badge that said S.H.I.E.L.D. Education Initiative and a tie that said “I tried.”

Aliah took one look at him and whispered to Natasha. “He looks like he apologizes when people bump into him.”

Natasha didn’t argue. “Be nice.”

“I am being nice. That was an observation.”

Wanda walked over and extended a hand. “You must be Agent Foreman. Thank you for coming in so early.”

“Happy to help.” He said, trying to smile past the existential dread creeping into his eyes.

Aliah stood and grabbed her binder with all the enthusiasm of a condemned prisoner. “I go now to face my destiny.”

Vision stepped forward. “If you’d like assistance with note organization–”

Aliah held up a hand. “Please don’t say cognitive development again. I just ate.”

Natasha sighed. “Be good.”

“I’ll try.” Aliah said, already walking away. “No promises.”

Agent Foreman followed, glancing nervously over his shoulder like he half expected her to levitate him into the ceiling.

Wanda watched them disappear down the hall.

Natasha took a long sip of coffee. “Well. That went better than expected.”

“You mean she didn’t actually set anything on fire.” Wanda muttered.

“It’s a low bar. I’m proud of her.”

They stood in silence for a moment, letting the stillness settle in around them… the smell of toast, the soft clink of dishes, the momentary illusion of peace.

Wanda glanced over. “Thanks for backing me up.”

Natasha didn’t look at her. “I didn’t do it for you.”

“I know,” Wanda said softly. “But thank you anyway.”

Across the room, Vision hovered, watching the retreating hallway with clinical interest. “Social tension aside, her integration is progressing marvelously.”

Natasha’s jaw twitched. “She’s not a lab project.”

Wanda froze.

Vision blinked. “I meant no offense.”

“You never do.” Natasha muttered, grabbing her coffee and leaving the kitchen, following Maria to the elevator to discuss her last mission.

Wanda stood in the kitchen, hands wrapped around a mug that had gone cold.

The warmth of five minutes ago now felt like a set after the actors left… quiet, staged, and more fragile than it looked.

The quiet in the hallway wasn’t peaceful. It was like something waiting to snap.

Wanda walked slowly, hands full… a fresh mug of tea (because it felt necessary to have… something), a stack of borrowed books, and a soft blanket Aliah had tossed aside hours ago. She moved like someone playing house, like someone with amnesia trying to trigger a memory they don’t even have. Maybe she was.

Around the corner, Natasha was already there.

Leaning against the kitchen counter like always. Face buried in a physical paper file, boots planted. She wasn’t pacing. That would imply nerves.

She was standing still… which meant she was angry.

Wanda stopped short.

Their eyes met. Just for a moment.

Natasha’s gaze flicked to the mug in her hand.

“Going a bit hard on the tea today?”

Wanda didn’t answer right away. “Just wanting something calm.”

“Sure.” Natasha said, turning back to her file but her tone was snarky.

Wanda’s jaw tightened. She moved past her without a word.

The kind of silence that had once been companionable between them… but now pulsed with tension.

“She’s doing better.” Wanda said at last, her voice calm but laced with something underneath.

“She likes History better than English.” Natasha said, still not looking up from her file, her tone sharper now. “Because it feels safe. We’ve made sure she feels safe. Because people show up for her.”

Wanda turned to her, one brow raised. “Is that supposed to be about me?”

Natasha didn’t flinch. “Should it be?”

The room had the soft, warm glow of sun at its peak and early afternoon stillness.

Wanda set the mug down on the counter, carefully. Like too much pressure might crack it.

Natasha stayed standing, hands on her hips.

“You keep saying you’re here.” Natasha said. “But you’re not really here. Not your whole self.”

Wanda folded her arms. “Is this about what I said? Because I’ve apologized almost a hundred times for that, Nat. I wasn’t thinking right and I shouldn’t have said it–”

“But you did.” Natasha said, moving closer. “You used the one thing I told you in confidence. Again.”

Wanda bristled. “And what would you like me to do? Get on my knees and beg for forgiveness? Cry over my mistakes?”

“No.” Natasha said, low and clipped. “I’d like you to act like someone who gives a damn about the people around her instead of pretending to be fine so she can avoid feeling anything.”

“That’s not fair–”

“What’s not fair…” Natasha cut in. “Is the way you walk through this place acting like it’s enough to just show up when you feel like it. You think kindness fixes everything? You think making tea will make you feel better?”

Wanda’s breath caught.

“I’m trying.” She said quietly. “I’m trying to be better.”

Natasha paused, long enough for Wanda to think maybe she’d step back. “Then why does it feel like we’re all stuck in the crossfire of whatever you have going on?”

Wanda blinked. “What?”

“You need to figure yourself out.” Natasha shook her head, voice cooler now, too calm. “You can’t keep using all of us as a way out for whatever it is that you’re feeling. I don’t know what you have going on that has you feeling upset, but it’s not my fault. We are not your emotional punching bags. It doesn’t work for her. And it sure as hell doesn’t work for me.”

There it was.

Too sharp to ignore. Too raw to smooth over.

The widow sighed and spoke again. “She’s young but she’s not dumb. She knows something is wrong.”

Wanda looked down, fingers curling slightly into the fabric of her sleeves.

Silence stretched between them.

Aliah’s laugh rang from the other room, soft and oblivious.

Wanda felt like she was breaking in reverse… not shattered, but folding. Slowly. Quietly.

“I’m doing my best.” She said, barely audible.

“Then maybe you should start doing better… For her sake.” Natasha said and walked out, not waiting to hear anything else.

Wanda stayed behind, staring at the hallway long after the door to Natasha’s room clicked shut.

In her hand, the tea had gone cold. Again.

Avengers Compound: Common floor - 8:24 pm

The common room still smelled faintly like floor polish and Thor’s burnt PopTarts (though no one would admit who ate them without permission). Moonlight streamed through the wide windows, spilling cool light over the couch where Aliah sat cross legged on the floor with a binder and a frown.

The girl wasn’t visibly angry… not in the explosive way Wanda had seen in the training room, but she was closed off. Her brow furrowed with focus, but her shoulders said something else: tension, frustration, maybe even a little resignation. Her pencil tapped against the paper, a slow, steady rhythm.

Wanda padded in quietly, carrying two mugs and a hopeful smile.

“Cocoa for the scholar.” She said softly, setting one down beside her.

Aliah looked up, blinking slowly. “I’m supposed to show my work.”

“You are the work.” Wanda teased, nudging the binder gently. “You’ve made it this far. I think you can handle a few equations.”

Aliah groaned, letting her head fall back against the cushions. “Can’t I just manifest the answers like I manifested the pen I lost last week?”

“You still haven’t found that pen.”

“I didn’t say it was a good manifestation.”

Wanda chuckled and sat beside her, tucking her legs underneath herself as she leaned in to scan the page.

Tony chuckled from his place on the couch and sat up, with his usual air of confidence. “Let’s see what ya got, Mini Maximoff. Pass it here.”

She chuckled and scooted her binder and journal close enough for him to see. I put on his glasses and looked at the math work in front of him. “Okay, let’s break it down. You’re trying to isolate for x here–”

But before he could continue, a calm, composed voice interrupted.

“I can assist.”

Vision stepped into the room with his usual impossible silence, clasping his hands behind his back as he approached. He tilted his head slightly at the worksheet, scanning it without needing to blink.

“I could create in world scenarios to help understand the numbers better. It might be easier to work through your problems that way if you would prefer?”

Aliah didn’t even look up. “Fine.” She said flatly.

She moved her pencil off the page like it had betrayed her, and leaned back into the couch, as if preparing herself to endure the lesson instead of participating in it.

Wanda watched the shift… subtle, but unmistakable.

Aliah, a girl who’d just made a joke about conjuring pens, now sat like a student bracing for a lecture she had no say in.

Still, she said nothing.

Vision sat down next to Tony on the couch, too close and too calm, gently adjusting the worksheet.

“Let’s begin with number six. This one’s interesting.”

Wanda stood up and stepped back. Too quickly.

From the other end of the couch, Natasha’s presence was quiet but felt.

Aliah kept her gaze low. Her fingers tensed slightly when Vision gestured to a line she hadn’t drawn yet.

Wanda noticed.

So did Natasha.

And when Vision finally stood, murmuring something about reviewing variables and "allowing the real world examples to sink in"... the silence he left behind was heavier than it should’ve been.

Natasha didn’t move.

Didn’t blink. She simply grabbed her empty cup from the table, ruffling Aliah’s hair before getting up under the guise of grabbing another drink.

She leaned towards Wanda on her way around and whispered tightly. “She’s more relaxed around people who breathe.”

Wanda turned sharply.

The comment wasn't meant to provoke.

But it landed.

Hard.

Wanda got up and followed Natasha to the bar, folding her arms. “He’s trying.”

Natasha let out a short breath… a laugh with no humor in it. “He’s trying to program a relationship. There’s a difference.”

“He’s part of this family.” Wanda snapped.

“Is he?” Natasha’s tone was soft, but not gentle. “Clearly she doesn’t want him to be. Why are you trying to force it?”

Wanda looked away. “Don’t.” She whispered. “Not now.”

“Then be honest.” Natasha said. “Not just with me. With yourself.”

She walked back to the couch, sitting behind the young girl, who was still groaning into her papers.

Aliah cleared her throat. “I still hate math, by the way.”

“Need help with question seven?”

Aliah nodded. “As long as it doesn’t involve vibranium or feelings.”

Natasha smirked. “My specialty.”

Wanda lingered by the bar, mug still warm in her hand, heart cold in her chest.

She didn’t speak again. Just watching as the rest of her found family accepted and welcomed Aliah.

The young girl didn't need to pretend she wasn't comfortable anymore. She didn't need to feel afraid.

Even if she's still learning who she is, she doesn't let that hold her back.

For a moment Wanda feels slightly jealous about it.

For a moment.

She spends the rest of the night stuck in her head, putting on a mask just long enough to say good night to Aliah before walking to her own room.

Wanda shut the door quietly behind her.

Not slamming it. Not locking it. Just… closing it. Like a person trying to hold herself together from the inside out.

The room was dark, the moonlight creating shadows across the carpet and furniture. She stepped out of her shoes and into the silence, setting the tea down on her nightstand with more force than necessary.

She wasn’t angry. Not really.

She just didn’t know what else to be.

“Wanda.” His voice was calm, even, perfectly modulated.

Vision was already in the room, sitting on the edge of the bed like he belonged there. Like nothing had shifted. Like the last few days… the tension, the cold looks, the silence hadn’t happened at all.

She startled, not because he scared her… but because she hadn’t noticed him there.

He smiled faintly. “I thought I might keep you company tonight.”

Wanda stayed by the door for a moment too long. Then crossed the room and sat in the chair near the window, not the bed.

Vision tilted his head, noting the distance. “You’ve seemed… off today.”

Wanda stared at the blinds. “It’s been a long day.”

He stood and walked to her slowly, pausing at her side.

“I understand you’re overwhelmed.” He said. “I want to support you. If there’s anything I can do–”

“You can’t.” She said, too fast.

He blinked. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“You didn’t.” Wanda shook her head, rubbing her temples. “Not just now. Not today. Just… in general.”

He moved back, giving her space.

“I know things have changed. But our foundation is strong. We’re connected and I hate the notion that you’re upset–”

“Stop.” She said, quieter now.

He froze. Not physically, but emotionally. The pause was palpable.

“I’m not a simulation.” She continued, voice fraying at the edges. “You keep saying the right things, but none of them feel right.”

He stepped forward again, gentler this time. “You’re grieving something.”

Wanda laughed… bitter, soft, cracked.

“I’m grieving us. Or maybe the idea of us. I don’t know. All I know is… when you touch me now, it doesn’t feel like anything.”

He sat on the edge of the bed again, hands folded.

“I’ve done everything I can to try to help you. I care for you.”

“I know.” Wanda whispered. “But I don’t think that’s enough anymore.”

There it was.

Not a scream. Not a sob.

Just the truth, spoken like a bruise that finally bloomed.

Vision nodded once. It wasn’t rejection. Not exactly.

Just understanding. The worst kind.

“You’re not just pulling away from me.” He said. “You’re pulling toward something else.”

Wanda didn’t respond. Because it was true.

She saw Aliah’s closed off posture when Vision sat too close.

She saw Natasha’s hands… the way they moved with care only when they thought no one was looking. She felt the tug… not love, not yet, but want. For a family that felt real.

Vision knew all of the right words to say, all of the things she liked, remembered everything.

But Natasha knew why she liked those things… knew when she needed them. All of the words coming out of Vision, she realized she wanted to hear from Natasha.

Not programmed. Not performed.

But she wasn’t ready.

She couldn’t be.

Change was dangerous.  Rejection was worse. And safety, even if it wasn’t right, was something she knew how to survive.

She stood, quietly. “I need to sleep.”

Vision rose but didn’t approach. “I’ll let you rest.”

He walked to the door, stopping just before opening. “If you need me–”

“I know.”

Then he left.

Wanda stood alone in the room, finally letting the quiet settle.

And for the first time in weeks… it didn’t feel like comfort.

It felt like grief.

“Aliah, for the last time, Napoleon wasn’t five feet tall,” Agent Foredman said, exasperated.

Aliah grinned from where she was half lounging on the arm of the couch, a notebook balanced on her knee. “Okay, but emotionally? He was five feet tall.”

The other tutor… a former analyst named Jessa with a no nonsense tone and multicolored sticky notes for every academic subject, rolled her eyes as she scribbled something onto Aliah’s lesson plan. “I’m putting that in the margins.”

“Great. History with personality.” Aliah replied, tossing a pencil into a mug and landing it.

Wanda stood in the doorway watching it unfold, the soft chaos of adolescent energy crashing against two very patient adults. The air smelled like hot cocoa and fresh highlighters. Her home hadn’t felt this lived-in in… years.

Jessa gave Aliah a break, standing to grab something from the kitchen. Agent Foreman followed with a muttered comment about caffeine being “a defense mechanism.”

Wanda stepped into the room as Aliah stretched her legs across the coffee table.

“You’re making friends.” She said softly.

Aliah blinked at her. “They’re tutors.”

Wanda tilted her head. “You like them.”

Aliah shrugged. “They don’t talk to me like I’m a test subject.”

Wanda sat in the chair across from her and nodded.

A beat passed.

And then it hit her.

That ache in her ribs. The way she’d watched Natasha guide Aliah’s training, or adjust her form with a hand on her shoulder, or laugh… not performatively, but deeply, when Aliah made one of her dry remarks.

It was longing.

She understood now. 

The sound of Natasha’s voice, muffled, in another room, floated in for a second before fading again. She wanted that. Not a hollow version of it. Not a projection.

She wanted them.

She had wanted Vision for what they could be together. But now Wanda wanted what she already had with Natasha.

The soft moments again, the little jokes and jabs that she and Natasha would throw back and forth with a smile on their faces. The moments when they would train together and Natasha would give her that signature smirk before rightfully winning their sparring match.

Even the moments when they were on the run, she missed. Huddled up in motel rooms and run down trailers, eating noodles from a cup while Natasha showed her her favorite Bond movies.

She wanted all of that back, but she wanted their daughter with them this time.

Their daughter.

Aliah glanced at her. “You’re staring.”

Wanda blinked. “Sorry. Just thinking.”

Aliah narrowed her eyes. “Uh oh. About what?”

Wanda hesitated. Then she smiled, soft and small. “How lucky I am to know you.”

Aliah blinked, caught off guard. But she didn’t deflect. Not this time. Instead, she looked back at her notebook, then smiled softly. “Weird. But... thanks. I’m lucky too, you know.”

Jessa re-entered with tea and three different colored pens.

Foreman followed with the air of a man already emotionally bruised by an hour of tutoring a Hydra grown teenager with sarcasm powers.

And Wanda sat on the edge of the moment, feeling more like a ghost than a mother.

Because for the first time, she understood what she wanted.

The kitchen was dim, lit only by the under cabinet lights and the soft gold of the setting sun. Natasha stood at the counter, peeling the label off a bottle of mineral water. She wasn’t drinking it… just holding it, turning it in her hands like it might offer answers if she was patient enough.

Wanda stepped in quietly. Not sneaking. Just careful.

They hadn’t spoken much since the other night after Aliah’s first day of lessons.

Since… everything.

Natasha glanced up, her expression unreadable.

Wanda opened the fridge, grabbed nothing, and closed it again. She wasn’t hungry. She wasn’t even sure why she came in here… except that she always ended up here when she didn’t know where else to go.

Natasha let her linger. She grabbed the pot of hot water that she had used before for coffee. Pouring the hot water into a mug and placing a pack of cinnamon tea in it before sliding it towards Wanda.

An olive branch.

Wanda blinked. “Thank you.” She said, just above a whisper.

Silence settled again.

But this one was different.

She looked at Natasha… really looked, and something ached behind her ribs.

The way her eyes caught the light. The way she always stood like she was ready to walk away, even when she didn’t want to.

How many times had Wanda seen her like this?

How many times had she ignored it?

“I really am sorry.” Wanda said.

Natasha blinked. “For what?”

“For not being ready.”

Natasha nodded. Once. Slowly.

Then turned back to the counter, voice flat.

“Don’t say sorry if nothing’s going to change.”

Wanda stood still. She wanted to say something… wanted so badly to close the space between them. To say it. Whatever it was.

But fear clawed faster than clarity.

And she did nothing.

Behind them, the New York city lights shimmered behind them. A soft crackle echoed faintly down the hallway… Aliah’s records.

Natasha placed a comforting hand on top of Wanda's that was holding the mug. She didn't say anything else, she didn't need to.

No matter what was going on and Wanda's head, no matter the hurtful words that they could throw at each other, or even the physical punches that they would throw during sparring matches… The widow would always be there for her.

Perhaps a bit more guarded now, maybe even a little irritated. But she would always wait with open arms if Wanda ever needed, or asked.

Nat let her hand fall away before taking her own mug of coffee and walking back to her room. There was no slam of a door, not even the soft click of someone trying to make sure they didn't wake anyone else up.

All Wanda could do was stare at the place where their hands had touched. Wishing to whoever would listen that Natasha had stayed, or that she could have courage.

That would be a fight for another time, when she was ready.

She took her still steaming cup of tea to the couch in the living room, curling up in the corner and throwing a blanket over her legs before turning on the TV. More so just needing background noise than actually looking for anything to watch.

One day, when she could figure out everything going on in her own mind, this would truly be her life. Calm. It wouldn't feel like she was pretending to be someone she isn't.

As Wanda curled her hands around her mug of tea, she blew softly before taking a sip and staring out the window. Looking to the stars for answers.

It tasted better somehow.

Previous Chapter | Next Chapter

I am so sorry this chapter took so long to post, I finished moving and then immediately went on a road trip. XD

Taglist: @seventeen-x @tobiaslut @doyouseethewords @ima-gi--na-tion

Don't forget: I made a playlist for this series! :) > Series Playlist <

[willtheweaver]

A writer’s guide to forests: traveling through the woods

Getting from point A to point B is something that both people in real life and the characters of your story will have to figure out. Whether as a means to get to a plot point, or as a part of the plot itself, travel presents opportunities for the writer.

Hack ‘n slash- Where paths are nonexistent, your characters will literally have to blaze a trail (the ‘blaze’ in this case has nothing to do with fire. Instead it is a trail marker made by carving a mark into a tree. The mark resembles the white patch seen on the forehead of mammals, most often horses.) Being the pioneer is slow going, especially if the undergrowth is thick and requires clearing. Cut bamboo can go through the foot, poison oak and poison ivy can give a nasty rash, and biting insects can make life miserable. And then there is the matter of marking the trail. A character on the run will not want to advertise their location and will do their best to keep their trail hidden. But for others, they will want to mark the trail. Stone cairns, arrows, blaze marks in trees, and even sticks and knotted grass can point out the path to other travelers. This can be helpful to others, but it can also present a danger. Thieves and outlaws can create false trails that lead travelers into a trap or ambush.

Game trails- Animals have their habits. They like to take the same path between places. Over time these develop into trails that crisscross the forest floor. For a character on the run, or those who needs to make haste, these are a tempting choice to follow. But be careful. Some animals are able to traverse terrain too difficult for humans (narrow ledges, near vertical faces, and the gaps underneath fallen trees are not fun places to be). And your characters may encounter more than deer or rabbits. Predator species hang out around game trails as they can be fruitful hunting grounds.

Existing paths and roads- Roads can range from simple dirt paths to paved highways. These will be the most direct routes between the principle settlements in your story. Prosperous areas will have well maintained roads with travelers and patrols using them frequently. Characters may also encounter watchtowers, farms, and inns along the way. Poorer regions, those affected by war, or more remote regions will have less well maintained roads, fewer travelers, and few to no amenities between towns. And if your characters can use the roads, expect hostile armies, outlaws, and highwaymen to use them as well. And where the roads go may be limited to the most populated regions, forcing your characters to leave the path if they want to get to isolated villages, caves, temples, or even a wizard’s tower.

Use the water- Of course, you can have your characters forgo land transportation and use the rivers, lakes, and seas. Rafts, ferry boats, and ocean going ships are all viable options. It should be noted that these are not perfect solutions. Rapids and waterfalls will force characters back onto land until they find gentler waters. Storms can delay or sink vessels, and cold winters will freeze water over. Of course, a frozen river or lake is just an excuse to get out the ice skates. Droughts will dry up streams and small lakes, and recent rains can turn placid waters into unsurvivable whitewater.

Up in the trees- Hate to burst your bubble here, but swinging from vines is something that only exists in fiction. If you try to do this in real life, it will not work out well…provided you can even find sufficient vines or fig roots. Of course, in your story, you are free to do what you want. Nothing is going to stop you…well except maybe for your readers and the critics who will pan you for using what may be considered an overused and unoriginal trope. Other options include bridges, cable cars, or even zip lines.

Taking flight- Of course, the forest will not pose an obstacle if your characters can simply fly. This can be achieved by characters that possess wings of some sort. They could have a winged mount, or they could hitch a ride on a vehicle like a helicopter or ultralight plane.

Underground- If in doubt, take a cue from moles and dwarves. Tunnels can serve the same function as roads, with all the benefits and drawbacks included. Of course your characters will also have to be aware that cave-ins are a real and present danger. These can be natural, or deliberate sabotage. And your characters best hope all the recent tunneling hasn’t awaken any ancient evils from long ago…

[m0thgutzzzz]

hmm.. about time i properly posted about monster tower, huh? HERE WE GO

MONSTER TOWER (cw for violence)

pizzahead loves horror movies. hes obsessed with them to an unhealthy extent. but he’s quite the film critic! pizzahead becomes obsessed with creating the perfect horror movie. and what’s better than creating real monsters to act out your plans?

peppino: the main subject of pizzahead’s obsession. pizzahead sees him as the ultimate protagonist to his movie, so he kidnaps peppino along with stick and gustavo to be apart of it. he uses a chemical he developed to turn peppino into a vampire.

gustavo: being abducted meant he was also turned into a monster! this time, a werewolf! the tower is kept in a perpetual state of moonlight, so he can never transform back into a human.

stick: he was transformed into a merman, much to his dismay. it’s hard to walk around with a giant fishbowl on your head! but he gets by.

pepperman: phil was hired by pizzahead to be an actor for the movie. what he didn’t know was that pizzahead was going to beat him to death and immediately revive him from the dead as a demon! now he serves pizzahead’s every command.

vigilante: one of the few non-monsterified tower residents. vigi comes from a long line of monster hunters. and their specialty? slaying vampires. he begins to question his entire career when he meets phil for the first time.

noise: theo was a popular eighties celebrity. that was until he was brutally stabbed to death, along with his girlfriend in an unsolved murder case. pizzahead brought the two back to life to be actors in his movie, as they both had experience prior.

fake peppino: pizzahead was able to contact alien life! said alien came down, and the two formed an alliance. the alien could take as much resources from earth as it wanted, as long as it helped act in pizzaheads movie and take the form of a certain italian.

brick: starting out as a small pink blob, the more she ate, the bigger she got. now she’s apart of a giant hive mind of pink slime rats around the tower.

noisette: as previously mentioned, she was stabbed to death! now she lives in the tower and provides meals for monsters that have certain dietary requirements.

burton: he eventually entered the tower after stick had gone missing, and was turned invisible by pizzahead as a result. hes finally with stick! but at the cost of his visibility.

gerome and john: the two had been at the tower for generations. once pizzahead took ownership of the tower, he cursed the both of them. john was cursed to keep the tower standing, while gerome had to do whatever pizzahead said. he now serves as a janitor around set.

pizzaface: a giant, moldy, undead, floating pizza director! he’s equipped with the weaknesses of every monster in case they were to discovery or even turn against him.

pizzahead: the main man. hes a scientist who was obsessed with cinema, specifically horror films, from a young age. his science became so advanced that he found his pizza body parts obsolete and began to replace them with machinery. now he rules over the tower, a perfectionist making sure every single shot of his movie is exactly how it should be.

everyone is trapped within the tower. they all have a relatively cozy life, as pizzahead tries to appease to their demands. yet he refuses to let them out until his film is finished.

—

OKAY THATS IT. i have a bunch of other characters planned out (doise, mort, ect) buttt i can explain them in a different post. feel free to ask questions! and take some art of the characters!

[rjzimmerman]

Excerpt from this Chicago Tribune story:

After several years of litigation, a Cook County judge has found operations at Trump Tower violated state and federal environmental laws that protect the fish in the Chicago River, the Illinois attorney general’s office announced Wednesday.

“The Chicago River is one of our city’s most treasured natural resources, providing opportunities for recreation and commerce,” Attorney General Kwame Raoul said in a statement. “For years, Trump Tower failed to follow state and federal regulations that protect the health of the Chicago River and the balance of critical aquatic ecosystems therein. All entities — no matter who they are — must be held accountable when they willfully disregard our laws. I am pleased with this decision, and I am committed to continuing to vigorously enforce our environmental laws.”

Cook County Circuit Judge Thaddeus L. Wilson on Monday granted summary judgment to the plaintiffs, finding Trump International Hotel & Tower at 401 N. Wabash Ave. liable on all counts. This means there will be no trial. Raoul’s office is seeking civil penalties and injunctive relief, to be determined by the court at a future hearing, which has not yet been scheduled.

“Effectively, what was found is, there’s no question that they have done all the things that they were accused of doing,” Margaret Frisbie, executive director of Friends of the Chicago River, told the Tribune.

A lawsuit filed in 2018 by then-Attorney General Lisa Madigan alleged the cooling system intake structure at Trump Tower siphoned water from the river so powerfully that it sucked in fish and trapped them against its screens, resulting in the death of thousands of aquatic organisms. Because of the system’s capability to pull in more than 20 million gallons of water from the river per day, federal law required extensive studies of its environmental impact and of fish populations in the river. The building also pumps water back into the river that is up to 35 degrees hotter.

Advocates say the Chicago River is healthier now than it has been the past 150 years. It is home to all kinds of animals, including migratory birds, beavers and turtles, as well as 80 species of fish — up from fewer than 10 in the 1970s. The system has become a natural resource for local businesses and recreation.

[stealthnoodle]

How to Scrape Your Way Through Honour Mode and Look Reasonably Good Doing It

I won't say I beat Honour Mode on my first try, because my Dishonour Mode playthrough served as a critically useful dry run, but I will say that the first character I made with the intention of completing Honour Mode properly did in fact complete Honour Mode.

Below are the 13 most important lessons I learned along the way that made this possible.

1) Do not be Mothman.

You really want to minimize fights and maximize available vendors. Ask yourself "What would Mothman do?" and then do not do that thing.

2) Do be a half-orc.

Fights can go real wrong real fast, and in the early game, you are perpetually one bad round of combat away from oblivion. In my case, the harpies critted Shadowheart to death, and then every chucklefuck in my party failed their wisdom save at the same time. The other two members ate more multiattacks than they could handle, and then so did Pizzazz, but she held on with one single precious hit point after the last blow. She dug herself out of the hole with heal potions and her fists of righteous anger.

Pizzazz being a half-orc saved the entire run here. Having Death Ward once a day comes in fucking clutch when you're below level 5, and tbh the hardest part of Honour Mode is getting to level 5.

The harpy fight was also when I realized the need for a critical strategy:

3) Make one party member your panic button.

I only really needed this trick in the early game (I cannot emphasize enough how most of my close calls were before level 5), but it saved my ass several times. Panic early, panic often.

Pick the party member who has the least to contribute to a fight and park them where they can't get drawn into initiative. You can leave them all the way back at camp, or if you're me, just put them far back in hiding so it's easy to pull them in to help with late-fight cleanup if things are going well (or to finish a fight in the goofiest way possible, see above). Either way, their job is to run crying to Withers if everyone else dies.

Speaking of which…

4) Exploit Bone Daddy's indifference to being pickpocketed.

You can get back whatever "the price of balance" is by yoinking it right out of Withers's pockets. If you fail the sleight of hand check, no worries; you get pulled out of hiding, but he doesn't react at all, and you can just squat back down and get right back in there.

5) Tell Jesse you need to cook.

Potions of Speed are the goddamn Philosopher's Stones of this game. So I made Gale a Transmutation Wizard, made him proficient in Medicine, and put him in charge of alchemy. Just clearing the gnoll zone got me pretty well set for the first two acts.

Getting double heal pots sure doesn't hurt, either.

6) Start a local chapter of the Warding Bond Cleric Club.

This is something I discovered was possible while I was fretting over prepping for the end of Act 2, because last time was such a clusterfuck. You can hire three hirelings, give them fun names like Ouchie Magnet, Sexy Pincushion, and Yoohoo Loviatar, get them to cast Warding Bond on the party members you actually intend to use, and enjoy the full benefits of it out in the world while your hirelings stand around bleeding at camp.

Any buff that lasts until the next long rest and doesn't require concentration works like this, fyi. Death Ward and Longstrider are also especially handy (and once you get to level 11, Heroes' Feast). Setting this up is tedious enough that I only did it a few times during the game, when I was going into situations I couldn't easily extricate myself from in case of emergency. (So the Mindflayer Colony, the Iron Throne, the Steel Watch Foundry, and one last time for the Temple of Baal.)

7) Break big battles up into bite-sized skirmishes.

Why would I fight all the cultists at Moonrise Tower in a grand climactic battle when I could sneak around before finishing the Gauntlet of Shar and pick off my future foes in packs? Since they're not hostile yet, it's pretty simple to wipe them out one room at a time, using Minor Illusion to lure guards away from their posts. Then I got the joy of showing up with Jaheira and all her Harpers to curbstomp the two (2) guys I missed.

Also good for removing all the intellect devourers before you pick a fight with Mindflayers in the Mindflayer Colony and for surviving gnoll swarms. Sometimes you even get lucky and a hyena falls into a hole, somehow.

8) Fill your camp with literal tons of explosives.

See a smokepowder barrel? Pick it up and send it to camp. Do this consistently and you will have deeply nervous party members every time you light a campfire, probably, but you'll also have a way to cheese boss fights that you're worried about. I chugged elixirs that raised strength before the end of Act 2 so that I could bring a dozen smokepowder barrels with me to the Myrkul fight and absolutely trivialized it.

9) Become a partial illithid.

Mourn your aesthetic and commune with that frosty little worm. (Take Volo's amateur eye surgery, too, btw. Just fuck yourself up.) The powers are worth it. A truly hardcore player would also get their companions to dip a toe into ceremorphosis, but I started by asking Astarion, who fucking loves regular tadpoles, to try it, and his response made me feel so bad that I abandoned the cause entirely.

10) Start your day with a delicious and nutritious Heroes' Feast.

So I never really read the description closely because sometimes I'm just like that, but thanks to the Warding Bond Cleric Club, I started paying closer attention to buffs and holy shit??? Thoroughly Stuffed is a baller condition, and it also makes food. I didn't have to go grocery shopping even once! Having three bonus clerics with spell slots to burn also meant the 6th-level cost wasn't coming out of Shadowheart.

11) Accept that late-game enemy saving throws will mercilessly fuck you.

It feels real bad when you cast a 6th-level spell that operates on saving throws and your target shrugs it off with 0 damage. Spells with attack rolls are usually better bets, and Artistry of War is a wizard's once-per-short-rest MVP. Open Hand Monk Pizzazz was consistently my best damage dealer, especially once I looted the Bonespike Gloves from Strangler Luke.

12) Skip the high-risk low-reward quests in Act 3.

Consider your party composition and tactics and whether any optional quest line is worth completing for its rewards. Cazador, the Sharrans, and Ansur are non-trivially difficult fights that I didn't need to subject myself to, so I didn't. But there's real good shit under Sorcerous Sundries, so of course I cleared out that vault.

Hell isn't actually that bad on Honour Mode (no, really! The restoration faucets have unlimited uses!), but it's not a sure thing and I could live without the rewards. Had a tense moment passing the DC 30 Persuasion check with Kith'rak Voss later, but he chilled out and even let me borrow his dragon's breath.

The only unnecessary hard fight I did was the Steel Watcher Titan, which was a bad call on my part; I kinda wanted the crossbow and I really wanted to keep the runepowder bomb in case I needed it, but Mothman didn't do this fight, so I was not prepared for the Hellfire Steel Watcher Titan's bullshit. I won, but it was a closer shave than it should have been.

Then I ended up not using the crossbow at all.

13) Thank Gale for his sacrifice.

The Netherbrain is fucking nasty on Honour Mode. Fuck Karsite Grip. Fuck Aegis of the Absolute. Does it feel bad to make Gale sacrifice himself? Yes. Would it feel worse to lose the run right before the finish line? Also yes.

I brought every explosive I had with me (which required two rounds of strength-boosting elixirs, because the game hits you with a long rest before the Astral Plane) just in case Gale got cold feet and I burned all my inspiration fucking up the persuasion roll, then went through the sewers to avoid the larger fight. Someone (Gale, so I couldn't be too mad) failed a stealth check and aggroed them all anyway, but Pizzazz covered the ground to the brainstem in like three rounds and everyone warped up after her for the cutscene, so no harm no foul.

Then Gale volunteered—nay, insisted on blowing himself up and I felt bad! Real bad! Not bad enough to change course, but Pizzazz's face was also my face during epilogue:

P.S. At least for me, the achievement procced after the epilogue, credits, and post-credits scene, and I was tense af the entire time. But not so tense I couldn't be sad about Gale (oh no he wrote me a letter) and Astarion (oh no he's still in hiding because of Cazador). Luckily my big hot wife was there to support me.

Anyway, let's load an old autosave on another campaign and check out those golden dice, shall we?

Ahhh, my horrible son

[gallifreyinstituteforlearning]

Could a time lord regenerate after decapitation, since 10s hand grew back. And if so would the head regrow or the body.

Could a Time Lord regenerate after decapitation?

This is one of those curious questions that's probably one of the first anyone asks about regeneration but doesn't have a totally definitive answer. Let's have a look ...

🔬 Bio-Plasmic Fields

Bio-plasmic fields are essentially protective energy fields surrounding a Time Lord's body, like a personal force field. They're filled with chronon (AKA artron) energy, which is the same energy involved (in part) in their regenerations.

These fields are spread across the whole body but are most concentrated at the top of the spine, which acts as a sort of 'control tower,' coordinating the body's regenerative processes.

As a side note, these bio-plasmic fields also protect Time Lords from temporal shifts and even protect their clothes during regeneration.

⚠️ Regeneration and the Importance of the Head

The head is crucial because it houses the brain and the lindal gland. The brain is the command centre for the entire regeneration process, while the lindal gland secretes Lindoneogen, a hormone essential for starting regeneration.

Without a head, these critical functions are missing. The bio-plasmic fields might still have the blueprint, but without the brain to initiate the process, it's like having all the tools but no one to use them.

💥 Regenerating After Decapitation?

So, with all this in mind, is it possible?

Highly Improbable: Because the bio-plasmic fields are centred at the spine, damage to the top of the spine (where the head meets the neck) usually disrupts the field, making regeneration very difficult.

If It Did Happen: However, if the Time Lord managed to trigger the process before losing their head, the body could probably regenerate.

The Post-Regeneration Factor: If they lose their head in the post-regeneration phase and still have enough Lindos and Artron energy in their system, they can grow a new head from their existing body. The new head would likely have the same memories and personality as the original.

🧠 The Hand Exception

The 10th Doctor's hand is a slightly different affair. That was a special case: the hand was severed during the post-regeneration period when Lindos and Artron levels were extremely high in his body, which the Doctor had control over.

🏫 So ...

Could a Time Lord regenerate after decapitation? It's not impossible, but it's highly improbable and would require a bit of forethought from the unfortunate Time Lord. It's probably best for them to keep their heads on their shoulders where it belongs.

Related:

🤔|✨💥Could a Gallifreyan really regenerate into a body without a head?

💬|✨⚠️What counts as a safety hazard for regeneration?: Risk factors in regeneration.

🤔|🧬💀What methods could permanently kill a Gallifreyan?

Hope that helped! 😃

Any orange text is educated guesswork or theoretical. More content ... →📫Got a question? | 📚Complete list of Q+A and factoids →📢Announcements |🩻Biology |🗨️Language |🕰️Throwbacks |🤓Facts → Features: ⭐Guest Posts | 🍜Chomp Chomp with Myishu →🫀Gallifreyan Anatomy and Physiology Guide (pending) →⚕️Gallifreyan Emergency Medicine Guides →📝Source list (WIP) →📜Masterpost If you're finding your happy place in this part of the internet, feel free to buy a coffee to help keep our exhausted human conscious. She works full-time in medicine and is so very tired 😴

[dustdragoon-blog]

(Mr. Tenure, M.T.): Is there any warhammer lore you would like to hear about?

In exchange i would like you to tell me about cyberpunk lore.

(M.T.): My first request is Trauma Team.

(Professor, Prof.): Oh! I don't even know where to begin with Warhammer. lol I'll absolutely take a look though!

(M.T.): Might I suggest a couple of starting points?

(Prof.): Absolutely!

(M.T.): I think i might be able to narrow it down.

(M.T.): I am going to ask a series of questions, you answer with your gut.

(M.T.): Chaos, space marines, or xenos?

(Prof.): Give me chaos.

(M.T.): Gods, chaos spacemarines, or warp?

(Prof.): Gods.

(M.T.): Korne, Nugle, Slaanesh, or tzeeche?

(Prof.): Slaanesh sounds familiar!

(M.T.): How about just with gods and then I will focus on slaanesh first.

(Prof.): I'm sold.

(M.T.): The big 4 warp gods/entities are, as listed above, Slaanesh, Nugle, Tzeeche, and korne.

(M.T.): That doesn't mean there aren't minor warp gods, these are just the biggest in play of the "eternal" game.

(M.T.): The eternal game is an eternal struggle between the top/current top gods.

(M.T.): If you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask.

This professor would like to teach fluidly.

(Prof.): I will let you know. lol

(M.T.): Starting with a brief, pun intended, on Slaanesh to be followed up upon later.

Slenesh, 100% sure i spelt wrong, is the warp entity of excess.

(M.T.): Slanesh has several moniker but the best to know for now is "the prince of delights, goddess of pleasures.

(M.T.): Nurgle, is the god of Entropy. Grandpa Nurgle.

(M.T.): Korne is the god of blood. He doesn't care were or how but as long as the blood flows.

(M.T.): Tzeeche warp god of Magick, and change. The twister of fate.

(M.T.): So on to the main discussion of Slanesh?

(M.T.): Also I would ask you to tell me when you are tapping out for the night.

(Prof.): I'm just waiting to offer Trauma Team. lol

(Prof.): Continue!

(M.T.): Oh, that may be a while.

Mine is much shorter, shall I?

(M.T.): Make sure to annotate where I left off, I will struggle to remember.

Of course, of course.

(M.T.): When your ready.

(Prof.): Game wise, Trauma Team has a subscription plan where your character can be extracted from a critical situation. It requires a Biomonitor that summons Trauma when your character gets critically injured.

In Cyberpunk 2020, Trauma Team International is a subscription-based armed ambulance service that will rescue clients from anywhere. They're often a fire team dropped in via AV and they'll engage anyone that tries to stop them from extracting their client. Considered a "neutral" corp, they have one of the highest public approval ratings of the mega corps besides Biotechnica.In Cyberpunk Red, Trauma Team North America is the diminished version of International, wrecked by the 4th Corporate War and rebuilding. They still provide the same services from Trauma Team Tower in Watson.

Trauma Team is in a rivalry with REO Meatwagon, a "budget" ambulance service that preys on the poor. Tends to rack up medical bills and then harvest organs when their customers can't pay. They try to "beat" Trauma Team to the scene to provide help to people in panic. They do not have the same firepower as Trauma Team.Major lore points include Edgerunners; David’s mother works for REO Meatwagon and Maine demolishes a Trauma Team when he goes cyberpsycho. 2077 has a prequel comic about a Trauma Team and in 2077 itself they feature in the tutorial mission where you rescue Sandra Dorset from scavvers by clearing them out and unblocking her Biomonitor so it can contact Trauma.

(M.T.): Ok.....was that off your head or a copy paste?

(Prof.): I was writing when you were. lol

(Prof.): I am extremely efficient.

(M.T.): Fuck, it read like a copy paste from a wiki

(Prof.): But yeah, all off the top otherwise. lol I love me some Cyberpunk.

(M.T.): I see, a critical difference in information, collation.

(Prof.): They also have cameos throughout Night City when you're exploring and they briefly appear when the heist at Konpeki Plaza goes south.

(M.T.): I wanted your from the heart off the cuff lore dump, and I got a wiki. Lmao

(M.T.): It just means our teaching methods will be different.

(M.T.): I teach a fluid course on my current hyper fixation like a professor who's had tenured for years, your teaching method will be college professor seeking tenure.

(M.T.): I feel your a black coffee, whiskey straight, kinda guy.

(Prof.): And you wouldn't be wrong!

(Prof.): If we were both the same, it would hardly be engaging.

(M.T.): But that was very informative, thank you for the lesson. As I lean back in my overstuffed desk chair, wearing grease stained sweats.

(Prof.): And my best is pressed with a tie bought yesterday.

(M.T.): Ready to return to my lesson, or would you prefer some more enlightening banter?

(Prof.): Slaanesh, was it? I got the god bod background.

(M.T.): My best is a three piece suit.

Use to have a tailored one.

But oh I got fat.

(Prof.): Isn't that always the case?

(M.T.): Slaanesh, the goddess and prince of exxcess.

(Prof.): Ah yes! It sounds this god has... both parts?

(M.T.): Yes.

Consider me eager. Go on.

(M.T.): I will most likely refer to them as them, but any identity is conceivable.

(Prof.): Gender is fluid. I don't concern myself with constructs!

(M.T.): Agreed.

(M.T.): Slaanesh was created millions of years ago, when the Eldari, space elves, reached such exces of existence Slaanesh was birthed as punishment, and their old gods eaten and dispersed among the other big 4.

Slaanesh eats the souls of the Eldari, there are many splinter factions.But any excess grants the power.

(M.T.): The warp is a pure energy mirror of our universe, and all universe. So any thought strong enough to show up in the warp gives energy to the warp.

So for Slaanesh it's any excess. Gluttony, sex, drugs, depravity.They revel in and seek to devoure all Eldari souls.

(Prof.): Sounds just like desserts.

(M.T.): To be blessed by Slaanesh, would grant anything from a second tounge to taste food so much better, to it feels like eternal ejaculations every time you fart.

(M.T.): I will have to call the lesson for the night. I am a little high and having difficulty remembering alot about slaanesh.

(M.T.): Not my Chaos god, so not well versed.

(Prof.): That's a-ok! Did I answer enough about Trauma Team?

(M.T.): For now.

(M.T.): I am interested in more cool lore stuff, so let's start with all the cool lore you have on Adam smasher.

(M.T.): But not now, tomorrow.

(M.T.): Good night Professor.

(Prof.): Done deal! Good night, Mr Tenure!

(M.T.): Would you mind if I posted this last conversation on Tumblr, i want to ask and see if we can get some fun art of Professor and Mr. Tenure.

(Prof.): I'm all for it!

(M.T.): Cool

(A conversation between myself and a life long friend. Hoping for art of the two. If I could draw what I see in my head I would)

[legendheroes]

who's the best digimon babysitter (or just babysitter in general) of the heroes?

i feel like there is one certain individual who would be also low on this list

Those thinking Masaru, Daisuke and Takuya would be at this... Nope. They aren't bad at this.

(especially LXW AU Daisuke, because the main focus of that AU is just him being Tagiru's babysit-- I mean, mentor.)

So everyone is just pointing fingers at each other about "who's the one to be BAD at this job" and...

No, really. Takuya might be the epitome of chaos and disorder, but he's at least GOOD at babysitting. He was the one to take care of Tomoki pretty well compared to the rest of the Frontier group (yeah, sorry folks.)

Masaru is a good brother and had been helping to raise Chika in the place of their father, he helped his mom at home and possibly helped Chika against bullies. He's an excellent brother and i take no criticism.

Daisuke might look like the best candidate for the lowest rank (lol), but he's pretty good with digimon babies. He has a soft side, and he had been raising Chibimon/V-mon since he was 10-11 years old. Besides the ep that makes me keep pinning him as the "mentor" role is episode 24, in which Miyako leaves him to take care of the baby digimon while they keep the repairs in that town (and because he couldn't evolve V-mon because of Arukenimon being around and when she's around she can activate the Dark Towers.)

Taiki is a quick learner and there's nothing Kudou Taiki cannot do. I know this makes people hate Taiki, but that's also his flaw as well (in the sense that he will learn everything and this might make others take advantage of his abilities)

The Taichis are excellent brothers to their Hikaris, so I don't want to think they're BAD at it.

And Hiro is also a good big bro. Those who watched GG knows it very well. The MVP of babysitting.

With those ones left... we only have Takato, Haru and Tagiru.

As much i love those three, they don't seem to be adequate for the job. Honestly, Takato is a nice kid but he had trouble training and raising Guilmon at first as i remember correctly? Anyway, he struggled hard with it. I'd not put him at the LOWEST rank, because... yeah.

Haru and Tagiru are not that bad in my opinion, they're just two types of "not a good option", but I do admit they're like Takato for me, so there's also NOT RANKING LOW??

So Takato, Haru and Tagiru might not be the best option BUT uh, in the absence of the other options, you can count with them.

BUT THE ONE WHO IS REALLY BAD AT THIS...

It's... Rui-kun.

Sorry folks. I think he will take a while to finally get into babysitting and raising a digimon or taking care of a child. He's soft and gentle, but he's definitely not experienced and there's the problem that he's non-confrontational and too chill for a job that requires to also be able to tell kids to NOT do something dumb and yeah. He needs to learn with his boyfriend Daisuke & the others first.

[calder]

"Some Tips for Exploring Skyline Valley"

Head to the lookout towers early! There's three of them in the region, and with the exception of one location (which I'll explain how to find in a moment), they'll reveal every map marker in Skyline Valley.

To find the one location the towers won't reveal, head to Hawksbill Weather Station and go straight through the facility to the other end. If you do this, there should be an undiscovered location marker that will eventually pop up, leading you to Three Ponds.

Nuke the region. The Storm and ICBMs don't mix, and firing a nuke at any point in the region will lead to the bomb detonating well above the ground. This will release no radiation, create no flux flora and destroy no players or CAMPs, but it will kick off the newest nuke boss in the event Neurological Warfare.

During Neurological Warfare, you're fighting three bosses at once and they gain resistances as they are defeated, alongside more dangerous fodder enemies. It's best to try and keep all three at the same level of health during the fight so you aren't dealing with the tankier versions for long. Also, Adeline’s (the assaultron camp ally) buff is immensely helpful for this event.

During Neurological Warfare and Dangerous Pastimes, don't try to camp on any sort of generator-type structures. Those will electrocute you and give a massive accuracy debuff and damage over time.

Dangerous Pastimes was providing improved repair kits during the entire PTS cycle on every clear of the event. This may have changed between the last PTS and the update, but I doubt it did, so the event is likely a fantastic source of repair kits.

Speak to Alyssa at Vault 63's door after you finish the Vault 63 main questline. You'll be taken to the door at the very start of the quest, but if you can't find it again afterwards, fast travel to the Slocum Joe's and head towards Sutton. Alyssa just has some fun dialogue after you finish the quest, but its worth seeing.

Boost your perception when you're working with Craig. Each part of his tasks asks you to find a trinket near a corpse, and having high perception (up to 12 with the last body) gives you a hint as to what to look for and where.

There's a Pioneer Scout scavenger hunt started at Camp Liberty. The note gives you some instructions on how to find it, but if you want to skip to the end by going to the north of the river's spring on the right side of the region and finding the rotted stump between three rocks , you absolutely can.

Within Skyline Valley, there are locations that will always spawn an Ogua and a Sheepsquatch (note that the sheepsquatch is non-legendary, unlike every other sheepsquatch in the game). I won't say where these two spots are to avoid spoiling it, but they do exist if you ever want to just kill these cryptids for sport.

Overgrown and fanatics are coming to daily ops, and bringing the aquarium and foundry with them alongside new rewards. Overgrown will not appear outside of the aquarium and fanatics cannot appear outside of the foundry; additionally, no Appalachia enemies will be found in these locations (thank you Gilpo!).

Ticket to Revenge saw a last minute nerf today without a PTS update. It’s now a furious, fire rate and weightless railway rifle that still has the doubled ammo capacity and custom mothman skin. It’s still fairly potent due to being a railway rifle, but the effects are far worse than the prior bloodied, vats accuracy and critical fill version (furious really hurts, but its okay for enemies that'll survive more than ten shots). The devs said that apparently the change was to ensure it’d be in a good place for ‘future systems coming to the game,’ so apparently they were thinking of game balance here. The thing definitely was brutally powerful before (might've even been overpowered), but it’s a shame this change happened at the eleventh hour.

Edit: 13. There's a small shed on the outskirts of Dark Hallow Manor that requires a key. The key in question is inside the security office of Vault 63.

[wisteria-tarot]

Hi darling! I'm in love with all the gossip!

Can you do a reading on Damiano's and Dove relationship? Will it last? Thanks

Disclaimer: This reading is only for entertainment. Take it with a grain of salt. These are my personal interpretations of the cards with a sprinkle of intuition. Tarot is not set in stone it is not the end all be all of someones life.

What is their relationship like?

the hermit, the tower, judgement, knight of pentacles:

One or both partners may be spending time apart or going through a period of emotional distance. There could be a sense of emotional isolation, or perhaps one partner is doing a lot of personal soul-searching. The relationship may have moments where one person needs space or time to reflect, or it could feel a bit lonely. There has been or will be a major shift—something that could shake the foundation of the relationship. This could manifest as an argument, a revelation, or a life event that radically alters the dynamic between the partners. This may indicate that the relationship has gone through or is going through a period of intense transformation, possibly involving shocking realizations or a breakdown of previous patterns. The couple may be at a critical juncture, where they need to assess whether to continue together, make changes, or even let go of old patterns. It can also represent reconciliation or a deeper understanding. There is the possibility of second chances or a transformative period that leads to clarity about what the relationship truly means. There is a desire for stability, even after difficult times. The relationship may be in a phase where slow and steady effort is required to rebuild trust or strengthen the connection.

Will they last?

queen of wands, ace of swords, 5 of swords (rx), 2 of swords:

One of them may bring enthusiasm and a strong drive to the relationship. This card suggests that there is a strong, confident energy in the relationship, and one partner is likely assertive, energetic, and passionate. Both individuals are ready to face the truth, clear up misunderstandings, and start anew with fresh perspectives. It points to the possibility of honest communication and intellectual breakthroughs that help move the relationship forward. Any previous arguments, misunderstandings, or power struggles may be coming to an end, or that both partners are beginning to realize the futility of fighting or competing. One or both partners might be facing a difficult decision about the future of the relationship. This could represent a period where both partners need to carefully consider their options before moving forward.

[pbengineering]

Structural Engineering Consultants: The Backbone of Modern Construction

Introduction

In the world of construction, the importance of structural engineering cannot be overstated. Structural engineers play a critical role in ensuring that buildings, bridges, and other infrastructures are safe, functional, and durable. Structural engineering consultants are professionals who provide expert advice and design services for various construction projects, from residential buildings to large commercial developments. Their expertise ensures that structures can withstand the forces of nature and the demands of everyday use.

This article will explore the vital role of structural engineering consultants, their responsibilities, how they contribute to construction projects, and why their services are essential for ensuring the safety and stability of modern structures.

What is Structural Engineering?

Structural engineering is a branch of civil engineering that focuses on designing and analyzing structures to ensure they are strong enough to withstand the loads and stresses they will encounter. This field deals with calculating the strength, stability, and rigidity of built structures like buildings, bridges, tunnels, and towers. Structural engineers work to make sure that these structures are safe and resilient, regardless of external forces such as wind, earthquakes, and weight loads.

Structural engineering consultants take this knowledge and apply it to real-world projects, offering expert advice to architects, developers, and contractors.

The Role of Structural Engineering Consultants

Structural engineering consultants are highly trained professionals who provide specialized knowledge and design expertise in the construction industry. Their primary role is to ensure that the structural elements of a building or infrastructure are safe, cost-effective, and compliant with building codes and regulations.

1. Designing Structural Frameworks

One of the most critical tasks for structural engineering consultants is designing the structural framework of a building or structure. This includes determining the type of materials to use, the dimensions of structural elements like beams and columns, and the overall layout that will support the building’s weight. Consultants ensure that the design is both functional and capable of bearing all the forces that the structure will face over its lifetime.

Example: In a high-rise building, the structural consultant will design the framework to distribute the load across multiple floors and ensure that the building can handle external forces such as wind or seismic activity.

2. Ensuring Compliance with Building Codes

Structural engineering consultants ensure that construction projects comply with all relevant building codes, safety standards, and regulations. These codes vary depending on the region and type of structure, and it is the consultant's job to make sure that the design adheres to these legal requirements. Failure to comply with building codes can result in delays, fines, or even the need to redesign the structure.

Tip: Working with a structural engineering consultant early in the design process can help avoid costly revisions by ensuring that the design meets all regulatory requirements from the start.

3. Conducting Structural Analysis

Another vital aspect of a structural engineering consultant’s role is conducting detailed structural analysis. This process involves using advanced software and mathematical calculations to predict how a structure will perform under various loads and stresses. The consultant analyzes factors such as material strength, load-bearing capacity, and environmental forces to ensure the structure will remain stable and safe throughout its lifespan.

Why it’s important: Structural analysis is crucial for preventing potential failures or weaknesses in the design. It helps identify areas that may need reinforcement or modifications before construction begins.

4. Project Management and Collaboration

Structural engineering consultants often work as part of a larger project team that includes architects, contractors, and other engineers. Their ability to collaborate effectively is key to the success of a construction project. They provide ongoing support during the construction process, making sure that the design is executed correctly and offering solutions to any structural challenges that may arise.

Why collaboration matters: By working closely with other professionals, structural engineers ensure that the project runs smoothly, on time, and within budget, while maintaining structural integrity.

Why You Need Structural Engineering Consultants

Hiring a structural engineering consultant is essential for any construction project, whether it’s a small residential home or a massive commercial complex. Here are several reasons why their expertise is critical:

1. Ensuring Safety and Stability

The primary responsibility of structural engineering consultants is to ensure that the structures they design are safe. They calculate the load-bearing capacity of various materials and make sure that buildings can withstand natural forces such as wind, earthquakes, and heavy snow loads. Their work helps prevent structural failures, which can result in property damage or, worse, loss of life.

Example: In earthquake-prone regions, structural engineers design buildings with specialized reinforcement techniques that allow them to flex and absorb seismic energy without collapsing.

2. Saving Time and Money

Although hiring a structural engineering consultant may seem like an additional cost, it can actually save money in the long run. Their expertise helps avoid costly mistakes, design flaws, and structural failures. By identifying potential issues early in the design phase, consultants can recommend solutions that prevent delays, reduce material waste, and ensure a smooth construction process.

Tip: Structural engineering consultants can suggest cost-effective materials and construction methods that still meet safety and design standards, helping to control project costs.

3. Compliance with Regulations

Building codes and regulations are complex and vary depending on the location and type of structure. Structural engineering consultants stay up to date on these requirements, ensuring that your project meets all local, state, and national standards. Their expertise in regulatory compliance helps avoid fines, legal complications, and potential project shutdowns.

Why it matters: Non-compliance can lead to costly penalties, delays, and even the need to demolish parts of a building that don’t meet code, making it crucial to have a consultant who understands the laws.

4. Innovative and Sustainable Solutions

Today, structural engineers are increasingly focused on sustainability. Structural engineering consultants can recommend green building materials and energy-efficient designs that reduce the environmental impact of a project. Whether it’s through the use of renewable materials, energy-efficient systems, or innovative structural designs, consultants play a significant role in helping projects meet modern sustainability goals.

Example: Engineers might suggest using recycled steel or reinforced concrete that requires less energy to produce, reducing the building’s carbon footprint without sacrificing strength.

Key Industries that Use Structural Engineering Consultants

Structural engineering consultants work across a variety of industries, providing their expertise to ensure the safety, stability, and success of many types of construction projects. Some of the key industries that rely on structural engineering consultants include:

1. Residential Construction

From single-family homes to large apartment complexes, structural engineers ensure that residential buildings are structurally sound and comply with local building codes.

2. Commercial and Industrial Projects

For larger-scale projects such as office buildings, factories, and warehouses, structural engineering consultants are essential in designing frameworks that support heavy loads and withstand environmental stresses.

3. Infrastructure and Public Works

Infrastructure projects such as bridges, tunnels, and highways require the expertise of structural engineers to ensure that these essential public works are durable, safe, and long-lasting.

4. Historical Preservation

When it comes to restoring historical buildings, structural engineering consultants work to ensure that the structure is preserved while reinforcing it to meet modern safety standards.

How to Choose the Right Structural Engineering Consultant

When hiring a structural engineering consultant, there are several factors to consider to ensure you’re choosing the right professional for your project.

1. Experience and Expertise

Look for a consultant with a proven track record in projects similar to yours. Their experience should include a range of materials, designs, and structural systems.

2. Reputation and Reviews

Check reviews, testimonials, or ask for references from previous clients. A well-reviewed consultant with positive feedback is more likely to deliver high-quality work.

3. Licensing and Accreditation

Ensure that the consultant is properly licensed and accredited by relevant industry bodies. In many regions, structural engineers must have specific certifications to practice.

4. Communication and Collaboration

The ability to collaborate effectively with other project stakeholders is crucial. Choose a consultant who communicates well and works closely with architects, contractors, and other professionals involved in your project.

Conclusion

Structural engineering consultants are essential for any construction project, from residential buildings to large infrastructure developments. Their expertise ensures that structures are safe, durable, and compliant with all regulations. By designing frameworks, conducting detailed analyses, and collaborating with other professionals, structural engineering consultants help bring complex construction projects to life.

Whether you're embarking on a new construction project or renovating an existing structure, working with a structural engineering consultant ensures that your project is executed safely and efficiently. Their knowledge not only safeguards your building’s integrity but also saves time and money by preventing costly mistakes.

[jaskwritesthings]

Wip ask game! 👀 zombae? Or verins terrible no good roadtrip? 👀👀

for every fandom i ever enter there is always the dream of 'what if zombies?', i love the zombie genre so much. its all about the survival found family in desperate times. now with added critical role! i'm really excited about this one, i am in love with the idea i've come up with for how the zombie apocalypse starts in exandria and can't wait to share it

Essek turned his attention away from his maudlin thoughts and back to the reports on his desk. For now, at least, it was business as usual, even if his mind was elsewhere most of the time. He read with half a mind, the words barely registering. A list of battalion movements along the border. Bazzozan requires more weapons. Jester had rarely gone so long without sending to him, perhaps Beauregard and Veth had succeeded in convincing her to cut ties with the traitor? Da'leth had apparently been sighted leaving his tower regularly but not for the king's side. Unusual levels of violence in some villages and towns near the Ashkeepeers Peaks. Perhaps Caleb was having second thoughts on his redemption? Trade interests growing in the wake of the new peace. He said he wasn't born with evil in his heart but if Essek scarcely believed that how was he to expect that Caleb truly believed it as well? Three soldiers in the lower slums started a brawl in a tavern causing casualties. A quick and purposeful knock at the door caused Essek to jump in his seat.

verin's road trip is basically the drow they find in the zadash sewers is the one and only verin, complete with luxon beacon and secret surprise too, mwhahaha. anyway the nein naturally adopt hot boy the younger and seek to help him return to xhorhaus with his treasures! shenanigans ensue

“You all! Halt,” The guards call out to them and the human woman swears colourfully under her breath, letting Verin know their group has been singled out amongst the crowd. “What now?” Molly asks worriedly. “There! Freeze fiend!” Another guard shouts and Verin tenses, reaching for his sword. Before his fingers curl around the hilt, the human man is there, in his space, hand grasping his wrist tightly. Verin growls and snarls at the man who would betray him, only to note that the guards are not approaching, the clamour of armour and yelling is leading away from the group. “Nott has created an image, we don’t have time, let’s go,” he mutters, tugging on Verin's wrist with urgency. Verin nods and relaxes, somewhat.

wip ask game

[theconceptgroup]

Strength and Durability of Industrial and Commercial Steel Frames

When constructing large-scale buildings, industrial steel frames play a crucial role. Known for their strength, durability, and flexibility, these frames provide the structural support necessary for creating secure and long-lasting structures. Used in factories, warehouses, and industrial plants, commercial steel frames are designed to handle heavy loads and withstand harsh environmental conditions. Their reliability and potential for customization make them the preferred choice for international commercial construction projects.

Commercial Steel Frames for Modern Buildings

Commercial steel frames have become the inspiration for many contemporary buildings. From office towers to retail stores, steel frames offer the ideal combination of strength, aesthetic appeal, and design flexibility. Commercial steel frames are highly resistant to fire, corrosion, and wear, making them suitable for environments with high foot traffic or challenging conditions. These frames provide a solid foundation while allowing for the creation of expansive open spaces within commercial properties.

Benefits of Industrial Steel Frames in Construction

One of the key advantages of industrial steel frames is their ability to be custom-designed to meet the specific needs of a project. Steel can be fabricated into various shapes and sizes, making it versatile enough for unique applications. Additionally, industrial steel frames are resistant to environmental factors such as temperature fluctuations, humidity, and chemical exposure, making them an excellent choice for factories and manufacturing plants. Their resistance to termites, decay, and pests further enhances their appeal in commercial construction.

Why Choose Commercial Steel Frames for Buildings?

The benefits of commercial steel frames are numerous. Steel offers exceptional strength-to-weight ratios, allowing commercial buildings to be constructed with less material while maintaining structural integrity. Commercial steel frames also provide greater design flexibility, enabling architects to create open and spacious interior areas without the need for numerous supporting columns. This flexibility enhances the overall design and functionality of the space. Durability and Safety of Steel Frames

Both industrial and commercial steel frames are known for their durability and safety features. Steel is a robust material that can withstand the test of time, providing long-lasting structural support. The strength of steel frames ensures the stability of construction, even under adverse conditions. Additionally, steel is heat-resistant, offering an added layer of safety for both commercial and industrial properties. This durability reduces the need for frequent maintenance, making steel frames a cost-effective long-term investment.

Steel Frames: A Sustainable Building Material

In today's world, sustainability is becoming a critical focus in construction. Both industrial steel frames and commercial steel frames contribute to environmentally friendly building practices. Steel is 100% recyclable, and many steel frames are made from recycled materials. This reduces the environmental impact of construction projects and contributes to a more sustainable future. Furthermore, steel’s durability and low maintenance requirements help to decrease the carbon footprint of buildings throughout their lifespan.

Conclusion

Both industrial and commercial steel frames offer significant benefits for construction projects. These frames provide strength, durability, flexibility, and safety, making them ideal for both industrial and commercial applications. For more information about these frames and how they can benefit your project, visit theconceptgroup.com.au. Steel frames are essential for creating long-lasting, sustainable, and safe buildings that can withstand the test of time and meet modern construction demands.

[elevatorsbangalore1]

Top Elevator Services in Bangalore: What You Should Know Before Hiring

As Bangalore rapidly transforms into a modern urban hub, the demand for reliable elevator solutions—both residential and commercial—has increased significantly. Whether you're constructing a new home, upgrading an office building, or managing a residential apartment, choosing the right elevator service provider is a critical decision.

With expert solutions from industry leaders like BG Elevators, customers today have access to advanced technologies, energy-efficient models, and excellent post-installation support tailored for various types of buildings.

This guide breaks down what you need to know before hiring an elevator company, helping you make an informed decision for long-term safety, comfort, and value.

1. Know What Services Are Offered

Before finalizing a service provider, ensure they offer a complete package. A reputable elevator company should provide:

Site assessment and consultation

Customization based on space and design

Quality installation by trained technicians

Maintenance and emergency support

Full-service companies bring experience and structure to every project. When researching providers of Elevator Services in Bangalore, make sure they cover everything from planning to ongoing support.

2. Residential and Commercial Capabilities

Not every elevator is built the same. Lifts for homes, commercial buildings, hospitals, or shopping malls serve different needs. Home elevators typically focus on quiet operation, compact design, and user-friendly controls. Office or commercial lifts prioritize speed, durability, and compliance with building regulations.

Those looking for home lift services in Bangalore should ensure the provider understands the unique needs of residential buildings, such as space-saving designs and elderly-friendly features.

3. Check for Safety Certifications and Standards

Safety is the most important aspect of any elevator installation. Always confirm that the company follows BIS safety standards and local regulatory requirements. Look for essential safety features like:

Overload protection

Emergency rescue system (ARD)

Door safety sensors

Anti-slip flooring

Choosing the best elevator company in Bangalore should come down not only to quality but also to how seriously the company takes safety and compliance.

4. Technological Advancements

Modern elevators now come with features that were once considered futuristic—touchless buttons, smartphone-controlled access, and even voice-operated panels. If you're planning a new project or renovation, it's worth exploring these innovations.

Look for providers who offer:

IoT-enabled monitoring for predictive maintenance

Energy-efficient motors and regenerative drives

Custom cabin designs and finishes

Smart accessibility solutions

5. After-Sales Support and Maintenance Plans

Installation is just the beginning. Reliable after-sales support ensures that your elevator operates efficiently over time. Check for:

Annual Maintenance Contracts (AMC)

Fast response times for breakdowns

Availability of genuine spare parts

24/7 emergency support

An elevator company that offers excellent after-sales care ensures peace of mind for years after the installation is done.

6. Reputation and Client Feedback

Reputation goes a long way. Check reviews, ask for references, and look into the company’s portfolio. How long have they been in the industry? Have they handled projects similar to yours?

Established companies with years of experience and satisfied clients are more likely to deliver consistently and handle unexpected issues with ease.

Conclusion

Hiring an elevator service provider is a significant decision—one that should be based on trust, quality, and long-term reliability. Whether it’s for a residential villa, a commercial tower, or a multi-storey apartment, your elevator solution should be safe, stylish, and supported by expert technicians.

BG Elevators has earned a strong reputation for delivering top-notch elevator solutions in Bangalore. Their team combines technical knowledge with customer-first service to provide seamless installation and support for homes and businesses alike.

If you're in the market for comprehensive home lift services in Bangalore, or seeking a trusted partner for commercial projects, BG Elevators stands out with its commitment to innovation and quality.

From installation to aftercare, working with the best elevator company in Bangalore like BG Elevators ensures that your investment is future-ready, safe, and supported by professionals.

Ready to experience dependable Elevator Services in Bangalore? Get in touch with BG Elevators today to discuss your needs and schedule a free consultation.