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shunin-gumis · 2 months

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As Master Joe Wishes - Track 05

Seasonal Team Event - L4mps

Location: Tokyo Metropolis International Airport — Lobby

Chief: Thanks for seeing me off, Sakujiro-san.

Sakujiro: Of course. It is my duty as the young master’s butler. I wish you the best for your work in Liechtenstein.

Chief: (A “butler”, huh… )

Sakujiro: Is something the matter?

Chief: Oh, I was just thinking about the Night Team… I wonder if they’re doing alright? I don’t think there should be much trouble for them working as servants but…

Sakujiro: … I’m certain they will be just fine. Daniel may have thrown out his back, but he’s still a very capable manager. And, not to mention, they’ve already overcome their first tour together.

Chief: …..

You’re right, I’m sure they’ll be fine! I should get going now.

Sakujiro: Indeed, please give it your all.

Chief: (Ryui-kun may look all rough and tough, but he’s actually a very responsible big brother. I’m sure he’ll manage to get along with their Master just fine!)

Location: Manor

Joe: Ryui! Is Ryui present!?

Location: Manor - Large Parlor

Ryui: Oi, don’t call out to me so casually.

Joe: You must answer as soon as I call you! You are, after all, a valet of the Senba Family!

Ryui: A valet?

Joe: What it means is that you are my handmaid!

Ryui: Your what? You little shit, don’t test my patien–

Joe: !

Joe: Toi~ Oh, Toi~!

Toi: What is it, master?

Joe: *giggling*

Ryui: Dammit…

(The damn bear knows I can’t make a fuss in front of Toi–)

Joe: I shall permit you to carry me once more.

Toi: Okaay~♪

Ryui: …So? What d’ya want from me?

Joe: I need you to gather a hundred winning popsicle sticks of my beloved ice candy~*

Ryui: The fuck?

Joe: I will need precisely one hundred of them within the day, please and thank you!

Ryui: There’s no fuckin’ way I could get all tha–

Toi: It’s a piece of cake for Ani-sama, right~

Ryui: Heh, yeah don’t make me laugh! I could do it in my sleep.

Joe: …..

~~~

Ryui: Here, got ‘em for ya, exactly a hundred.

Joe: … And how exactly did you manage to procure all this?

Ryui: Well, let’s just say I got a hold of some friendly fellas and got them to check for me… And I might’ve used my left eye too…

Joe: ??

Ryui: Whatever, don’t worry about it.

Joe: I-I am not quite certain of how you accomplished it, but I see! You seem to be quite quick-witted!

Ryui: Ah… And here, take this.

Joe: And what might this be?

Ryui: I figured getting only the winning popsicle sticks might be boring so… I got you a candy-themed pin badge from the same place. It’s just somethin’ cheap though.

Joe: …..!

Ryui: (I went ahead and got it like how I usually do for Toi… )

Toi: As expected of Ani-sama… Not only did you get what Joe-sama asked for, but you also got a little present on top of that too!

Ryui: ! Didn’t see you there, Toi.

Toi: Isn’t this great, Joe-sama? I’m sure it’d look perfect on your ear!

Joe: I… I do not require something like this! I only requested the winning popsicle sticks, that’s all!

Toi: Oh, Joe-sama left…

Ryui: (What a handful… )

~~~

Location: Manor

Joe: Now, onto my next request!

Ryui: What? This still goin’ on?

Joe: I would like to sunbathe, but that cloud is blocking all the warm rays. Be a dear and get rid of it for me.

Ryui: Oi, aren’t you just pulling my leg at this point with all these impossible tasks?

Joe: My, I have no idea what you are talking about~♪

Toi: M-Maybe asking Ani-sama to control the weather is a bit much…

Joe: Oh my, do you think so?

Toi: No, Ani-sama is the coolest brother in the whole world…! I’m sure he could control the weather if he wanted to!

Ryui: … Don’t worry, Toi. I could blow away those clouds any day.

Joe: …..

Those clouds… they are truly gone! How in the world did you manage to do it while I was taking my afternoon nap…?

Ryui: They’re cirrocumulous clouds.

Toi: ? What’s so special about them?

Ryui: Those kinda clouds disappear in minutes. So all I had to do was have the bear sleep for a bit and wake her up again after they were gone.

Toi: I see! As expected of Ani-sama~

Ryui: Well yeah. … Take a look over there too.

Joe: Oh!

Toi: Wow, a rainbow! It’s so pretty!!

Ryui: It tends to show up with the cirrocumulous clouds, but looks like it was a little later this time.

Toi: Clearing away the clouds, and even showing us a rainbow… You’re such a romantic, Ani-sama! At this rate I’ll be playing your “route” forever and ever!

Joe: Hmph…!

Ryui: (Seriously… Why the hell do I have to listen to anyone who’s not Toi?)

(Not to mention, the little shit only gives me the hardest tasks like it’s got something against me… The more I think about it, the more it pisses me off…!)

Joe: H-Hmph! I suppose I must commend you! You may take your leave now. But do keep in mind that I will have many more orders for you tomorrow as well~

Ryui: *sigh*

~~~

Location: Manor - Bedroom

Toi: Good work today, Ani-sama. I was already amazed at how you got all those winning popsicle sticks, but you really surprised me with the clouds today! Not only are you super handsome, but you’re so smart too!

Ryui: I thought about borrowing one of Yowa’s inventions, but that damn cook disappeared on me.

Toi: You’re right, I haven’t seen Netaro-san around much lately… I did spot a robot that looked just like him, walking right up against the wall of the manor without stopping… I wonder if that’s another one of his inventions?

Ryui: He probably fucked off to god knows where and left that robot to work in his place.

(I could use one of those myself, honestly)

~~~

Location: Manor - Large Parlor

Samejima: Joe-san, and the rest of you, thank you for gathering here in the middle of your work. Has everything been going well?

Yodaka: Though we did go through some minor issues at first due to our inexperience, I think overall, the mission has been going quite smoothly.

Nagi: Thank you for helping me with my mistakes before they got out of hand…

Ryui: We’ve got other problems. For one, this bear is way too bossy.

Joe: Hmph!

Netarobot: Yes indeedy~ I’m Netaro indeed~

Nagi: This robot is really well-made… Do you think it’s true that it can shoot missiles from its fingers?

Toi: Netaro-san hasn’t been doing his job lately… Is that really okay…?

Samejima: Ahh, you don’t have to worry about that. We can set him aside for now. There’s something else we must discuss.

Samejima: I’ll get straight to the point. This may seem sudden, but it’s been decided that Joe-san will be leaving for Germany 12 hours from now.

Note:

Joe is asking for a 100 winning popsicle sticks/ice candy like Gari Gari-kun where the sticks are seared with either "winner" or "loser", and getting a winning stick leads to either another free ice cream or other small prizes.

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kckt88 · 10 months

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Taking of a City.

Summary:

After Aemond leaves for Harrenhal, Rhaenyra and Daemon arrive in Kings Landing to reclaim the Iron Thone.

Warning(s): Swearing, Blood, Death,

Word Count: 2100

Author Note: A companion piece to Wedding & Consummation/Bath Time/Arrival(s)/Mother & Father/Petitions & Final Tributes/The Hand, The King & The Dragon/Dragonstone/Blood & Cheese/A Time for Grief/The Gullet/Harrenhal and the Rivers/The Gods Eye, The Fallen Queen & New Beginnings.

But can be read as a one-shot.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are very much appreciated.

“You want to go to Harrenhall?” asked Vaera.

“We’ve given Rhaenyra a month to concede. It’ll be easier if we get rid of Daemon first”.

“What about Kings Landing?” asked Vaera.

“I will leave my Queen in charge” replied Aemond as he took of the conquerors crown and placed it on Vaera’s head.

“B-But the other Lords. Aemond they won’t accept me” exclaimed Vaera.

“Yes, they will. Besides Ser Criston is coming with me. There is no one else that can sit the Iron Throne. I’ve already spoke to them, and they’ve all pledged to support you in my absence”.

“How many of them did you threaten to kill?” asked Vaera sheepishly.

“Only three. But I know you’ll be fine. I need someone on the Throne that I can trust, and I need Cannibal here just in case” said Aemond.

“What about my mother?” asked Vaera as she eyed Vhagar in the distance.

“I should be back in time. Harrenhall isn’t too far from Kings Landing.”

“Assuming of course you manage to deal with Daemon in that time” muttered Vaera.

“I have to try Vaera” said Aemond firmly.

“I know you do. I’m just worried. Daemon is no ill trained knight. He’s a seasoned warrior, and if anything happened to you. I don’t know what I’d do” said Vaera her lips wobbling.

“Listen to me, if something was to happen-“

“-Aemond. No” gasped Vaera shaking her head.

“If something was to happen to me, you need take Rhaegar and leave Westeros” urged Aemond.

“L-Leave Westeros?” asked Vaera.

“You and Rhaegar get on the back of Cannibal, and you fly as far east as you can. I will go to my death content with the knowledge that you and our children will live” said Aemond as he ran a hand over the small swell of Vaera’s stomach.

“D-Don’t die” sobbed Vaera.

“I’ll try not to. But I swear if I do, I will take your cunt of a father with me” said Aemond, as he pressed one last kiss to Vaera’s forehead and headed towards Vhagar.

Almost a week without Aemond and Vaera was missing him terribly and sitting in endless council meetings was boring.

Day in day out, the Lords would argue on the best way to deal with Rhaenyra and Daemon, it was getting tiresome, for every argument there was no progress.

Everything hinged on Aemond being able to retake Harrenhall and deal with Daemon.

Thinking about Aemond confronting Daemon made Vaera feel sick to her stomach. Both Daemon and Aemond were skilled with a blade, but Daemon had seen battle. He once been crowned King of the narrow sea.

Vaera just prayed to the gods of old Valyria that Aemond would survive.

After having a meeting with grand maester Orwyle, to check that everything was progressing well with the babe she carried, Vaera decided to distract herself and spend time with the children.

Maelor was fussy so Alicent decided to keep him inside but permitted Vaera to take Jaehaera to the gardens with Rhaegar.

“Do you think my Kepa will like these?” asked Jaehaera, holding up a tulip.

“He’ll love them” replied Vaera smiling.

“Can I pick flowers too mama?” asked Rhaegar quietly.

“Of course, you can sweet boy” said Vaera.

Rhaegar squealed excitedly as he humped off his mother’s knee and joined Jaehaera.

“What about this?”

“Rhaegar, that’s a weed” sighed Jaehaera rolling her eyes.

“Oh” muttered Rhaegar sadly.

“B-But it’s got pretty leaves, maybe we could include it” suggested Jaehaera smiling.

Rhaegar’s face immediately brightened up and he nodded eagerly.

After half an hour, it was beginning to get a little bit chilly, so Vaera decided it was time to head inside.

“Right, let’s take those flowers to your Kepa” said Vaera as she took hold of Rhaegar and Jaehaera’s hands.

“Ser Arryk” called Vaera.

“Yes, Your Grace?”

“Would you be so as to escort us to Aegon’s chambers?” asked Vaera.

“Of course,” replied Ser Arryk.

Vaera and the children followed the knight to Aegon’s chambers in silence, the only noise echoing around the corridors was the clanking of Ser Arryk’s armour.

“Kepa. We brought you flowers” cooed Jaehaera as she kissed her father’s forehead.

“They’re beautiful” breathed Aegon.

Jaehaera smiled as she snuggled into her father’s arms.

“I-Is that a weed?” asked Aegon.

“Rhaegar picked them. Jae said they had pretty leaves” replied Vaera.

“I have to agree” muttered Aegon.

“When will you get better Uncle Egg? asked Rhaegar.

“I’m not sure, but I hope its soon”.

“Me too. I miss you Kepa” whispered Jaehaera.

“I’ll be back on my feet soon, don’t you worry”.

“Maybe mama will get better soon as well” said Jaehaera hopefully.

“Let’s hope so” said Vaera quietly, as she noticed a single tear slide down Aegon’s cheek.

The death of Jaehaerys had devastated Aegon more than anyone realised. His devastation was also coupled with the guilt that he’d not been a good father in the first place.

Since the death of his son and nephew, he vowed that he would try to be a better man, a better father, and a better husband.

Loving Helaena as his sister was easy. It was loving her as a wife that was difficult.

“Have you heard from Aemond recently?” asked Aegon.

“No. But no news is good news, right?” muttered Vaera.

Aegon reached forward and took Vaera’s hand in his, trying to offer his good sister comfort.

Suddenly their was a loud bang and screams were heard.

“W-What’s going on?” asked Aegon shocked.

“I’m not sure, I’ll go check” replied Vaera.

Rhaegar and Jaehaera huddled closer to Aegon as Vaera left the room.

Ser Arryk who had been standing guard outside the door, was nowhere to be found and there were no other guards around.

So, Vaera made her way slowly down the corridor to one of the secret passageways.

After managing to squeeze through the gap, Vaera cautiously walked through one of the secret corridors. If something was wrong, it was better to keep out of sight, and soon she found herself squeezed into a secret alcove attached to the Throne room.

There was a sudden rush of footsteps and Vaera peered through the gap in the stone, to see what was happening and what she saw made her blood run cold.

“Rhaenyra. You must stop this madness before it is too late.” said Alicent.

“Madness?. You speak of madness? One of your sons steals my birth right and the other murders my Luke, and you accuse me of madness?” sneered Rhaenyra.

“My son stole nothing. He is Viserys first-born son and Aemond did not murder Lucerys. It was you who had assassins sent into the Red Keep to murder innocent children, one of them your own grandson” said Alicent squaring her shoulders.

“That was not my-“ said Rhaenyra.

“Do you have any idea how your daughter has suffered because of your cruelty?”

“A necessary loss. The brat was part Hightower” quipped Daemon.

“You despicable excuse for a man” spat Alicent.

“Speaking of my daughter, where is she and that other Hightower spawn of hers?” asked Daemon.

“Not here, they went with Aemond to Harrenhall” lied Alicent.

“Lies. The Cannibal still rests beyond the walls of the Red Keep. Vaera is here and believe me as soon as we’ve dealt with you then she will be found” said Daemon.

“Do you intend to harm her?” asked Alicent.

“She supported my usurper, had her Cannibal destroy the Velaryon fleet and she kidnapped my son. My daughter will answer for what she has done,” said Rhaenyra.

“Your daughter is what you made her” snapped Alicent.

“Seize them!” snarled Daemon.

“That will not be necessary. I will cooperate. I am your prisoner. I will go quietly to my chambers, or to the dungeons”

But Daemon only laughed.

“The only place you’re going is to the Seven Hells to be with your precious gods.”

Otto roared in anger, and jumped protectively in front of his daughter even as the remaining Kings guard surrounded them. Not that it helped.

Ser Rickard fell first, slain by Ser Harold Westerling and soon all of the remaining Kings guard were dead, leaving their defence solely in the hands of the castle guards. And to their credit, they fought bravely. They did not stop fighting until the last of them fell.

Soon, the throne room was strewn with bloodied corpses, but ultimately, the Greens were outnumbered. Within minutes, the Green council was wearing chains, and Rhaenyra was climbing the steps to the Iron Throne.

Seizing Otto roughly, Daemon dragged him in front of the Iron Throne. With his arms bound, he was helpless to defend himself as Daemon forced him to kneel.

Wide-eyed, Alicent turned to Rhaenyra, silently begging for her father’s life, and for a moment, she thought he might be spared.

“Otto Hightower. You are guilty of treason. You are guilty of conspiracy against the rightful heir to the Iron Throne and you are also guilty of being a massive cunt.” snarled Daemon.

And to Alicent’s sheer horror, Rhaenyra didn't utter a single word to stop her husband.

“Send him to the Wall. Let him take the black” cried Alicent.

But it was useless. The look on Daemon’s face said it all. He was not there for justice. He was out for blood.

Otto was not even granted the dignity of last words before Daemon raised Dark Sister and quickly sliced off his head.

Vaera clasped her hand to her mouth, trying not to make a sound as Otto’s severed head hit the stone floor with a dull thud.

She had to get back to Aegon and the children. Now.

Her mother and Daemon would not linger in the throne room for much longer and it would only be a matter of time before they gave the command for their soldiers to tear through the Red Keep.

Picking up her skirts, Vaera ran as fast she could back to Aegon’s chambers.

Bursting unceremoniously through the doors, startling Aegon and the children.

“We-We have to move. Now” said Vaera.

“W-What’s going on?” asked Aegon.

“My mother and Daemon are here. They’ve captured your mother and your grandsire is dead” exclaimed Vaera.

“G-Grandsire is dead” gasped Aegon his eyes wide.

“We have to leave. Now” snapped Vaera.

“I-I can’t walk” said Aegon.

“You have to try. I can’t leave you here. Daemon will kill you”.

“What about Helaena and Maelor?” asked Aegon as he shuffled uncomfortably on the bed.

“They spared your mother, so they’ll most likely spare Helaena and Maelor, they'll need hostages-” said Vaera.

“-How are we going to-“

Suddenly the door flew open, and a haggard looking Ser Arryk came barrelling into the room.

“Where the fuck have you been?” snarled Vaera.

“Apologise, I was helping Lord Strong escape with young Prince Maelor, he intends to take him to Old Town”.

“You’re here now. I need you to help Aegon and get him out of the Red Keep” urged Vaera.

“What about you?” asked Ser Arryk as he hauled Aegon from the bed.

“I don’t-“

“G-Go to Harrenhall. Aemond is there” said Aegon wincing in pain.

“We don’t have much time. We need to leave now” urged Ser Arryk.

“What about Daeron?”

“If he has any sense, he’ll stay in Oldtown” said Aegon.

“Go Your Grace” urged Ser Arryk.

Vaera gathered Rhaegar and Jaehaera in her arms and held them tight.

“Now, I need you both to be quiet. Can you do that for me?” asked Vaera.

Both the children nodded quickly.

“Let’s go” muttered Vaera.

The walk through the secret passageways was tough, as they had to keep stopping for Aegon to catch his breath.

Daemon’s soldiers were now tearing through the Red Keep.

The sounds of shouting, banging and screaming echoed through the Red Keep.

“You need to get the dragon pit” said Vaera.

“What about you?” wheezed Aegon.

“Cannibal rests outside of the Red Keep, the secret passage just past Balerion will take me too him” replied Vaera.

“Get to Harrenhall. Tell Aemond what’s happened” urged Aegon wincing as Ser Arryk picked him up once more.

“I will” said Vaera nodding.

“Take care of my daughter.” replied Aegon.

“I promise”

“Be good for your aunt Vaera my butterfly. I’ll see you soon” said Aegon.

“I will Kepa” said Jaehaera quietly.

“It looks good on you” quipped Aegon.

“What does?” asked Vaera.

“The crown”.

“I forgot I was wearing it” exclaimed Vaera.

“Go Princess. It won’t be long before the passageways are searched,” said Ser Arryk.

Vaera nodded and spared Aegon one more glance before she led the children down another darkened tunnel.

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specialagentlokitty · 7 months

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Hannibal lector x reader - unravelled

Part 4:

You kept the dance with Hannibal going, deflecting his questions, and he kept turning up at places you frequented, it had become normal at this point.

You two had begun to make a slight game of it, trying to race one another into getting more information about the other one.

You knew he was hiding something deep and dark.

And he knew you were hiding something as well.

Both of you wanted to know the others deepest secret, neither was willing to reveal your own.

The only place that Hannibal wasn’t able to go to was the bar, with the amount of CCG and ghoul activity going on around it he couldn’t even begin to get close.

He had attempted a few times only to be turned away from the ward by the CCG, saying only residents and those with permits could go through.

He couldn’t get access to a permit to get into the ward, so he stuck to the shadows, watching as you flashed your permit to them.

“Thank you.” You smiled.

You walked past the inspectors, fast tracking the line of people and he made his way out of the shadows, towards someone waiting to enter.

“How does one fast track the line like that?” He asked.

“Usually investigators, and emergency services personnel can get a pass to fast track.”

Hannibal nodded his head.

“Therapists?”

“No, they’ve got to wait like everybody else. I’ve seen them before though, I think they’re maybe a federal agent or something.” The man shrugged.

Hannibal nodded again, thanking the man as he walked back the way he had come from.

You weren’t a federal agent, you had resigned from that position, but he did know somebody who was an active federal agent, so he pulled out his phone.

He held a quick conversation and hung up, sitting down on a bench as he waited and thankfully he wasn’t waiting long.

“What is it?” Will asked.

“I need you to get us into that ward, you don’t have a pass but I’m sure if you show your badge you’ll be able to go through.”

Will furrowed his brows a little bit, looking from Hannibal to the ward that was blocked off.

“Why? What’s in there?”

“That’s what I would like to find out, because your friend has a pass to go through.”

“(Y/N)?”

Will looked again at the ward.

“What’s in there that they could even want?”

“Their bar is in there, but I hardly doubt that enjoying a bar there could warrant a pass to get through the line.”

“Wait, did you follow (Y/N) here?”

“No, I was out for a walk, I happened to see them going in. I am concerned, we both know the ward has been locked down for a good reason.”

Hannibal was playing on Will’s need to protect you, his worry about you.

Will gestured for Hannibal to follow him, and they walked to the front of line, and Will showed the investigator his badge.

“Can I do something for you agent?”

“I believe my partner came through here not long ago, we believe a suspect we’re looking for may be here.” Will said.

“Do you have a description of this suspect.”

“Not an accurate one, we believe this person may be using the lockdown of this ward in order to hide from us.” Hannibal said.

“Give me one moment.”

The inspector stepped aside, taking his radio as he spoke into it, then he waited for a response.

Finally he walked over and moved the barrier for them to walk through.

“We need to run a simple blood test first, follow me.”

Both of them complied, neither of them having anything to hide, and they sat in the tent while their blood was tested.

Once it was they were given the all clear.

“You lied.” Hannibal said.

Hannibal nodded.

“As did you.”

“Do you know why (Y/N) would come here?” Hannibal asked.

“I know there is a bar they come to often, other than that no. (Y/N) doesn’t live around here and neither does anybody else they know.”

Hannibal nodded, looking around before pointing down a street, and they saw the sign for your bar illuminated.

They walked over, but they saw that it was boarded up, and it looked like it had been for a while, graffiti all of the wooden planks.

“That place has been closed for a while, show any interest and they’ll think you’re a ghoul.” An elderly woman spoke.

Both of them turned around, and Hannibal gave a crooked smile.

“We have been given the all clear, we just happen to be looking for a friend whom we saw come in this direction.”

“You mean the white haired agent?”

“You know them?” Will asked.

“Came through a few minutes ago, seemed to be in a rush.”

“Which way?”

The woman pointed down the street and they jogged in that direction, looking around for you.

They checked every alleyway that they passed, doorways, shops, until they reached the end of the street and they found you crouched down.

You hand your hands on someone’s face, whispering something to them.

You whipped your head around to look at the pair.

“Why are you here?” You asked.

“Why are you here?” Will asked.

You grabbed Anna by her arms, and hauled her to her feet, letting her use you to balance herself.

“My friend was beat up pretty badly by some thugs, she called me to help her.”

They nodded and Will walked over to help you carry your friend.

“We can head back to the gate, leave that way.”

“No, no.” Anna sighed.

She looked at the ground, spitting out some blood and you turned to her.

“The other gate, I’ve got a friend who lives that way.”

“Alright, come on.” Hannibal said.

Him and Will helped you take your friend to the other gate, and you all left easily, slipping through the exit without being noticed.

You crossed the street, letting Anna lean against the wall.

“Do you remember who did this to you?” You asked.

“No… no I didn’t see them…”

You nodded your head, helping her sit down on the curb and you crouched down, wiping the small cuts on her head with your hurt sleeve.

She offered you a weak smile and you smiled back.

“We should get you to the police, you could write a statement.” Will said.

“I will tomorrow, I just want to get showered and clean clothes to be honest…”

He nodded his head, and she looked around, pointing to one of the streets.

“My friend lives down this way.”

“Come on, let’s get you there where it’s safe.” You said.

Hannibal and Will wrapped their arms around her again, letting you lead the way to her friends apartment and you knocked on the door a few times.

It was soon opened and the woman stepped aside.

“Hey June, sorry for this.” Anna said.

“Just get in here, what happened.”

The four of you walked in, and you leant against a wall, crossing your arms as you listened to Anna tell a full account of what happened.

Will stood next to you, glancing at you slightly.

“Why did she call you and not the investigators?” He whispered.

“They don’t care, if it’s not ghoul related they couldn’t give a shit…” you whispered back.

He slowly nodded his head, looking down at Anna then back to you.

“We need to get you home.” He said.

“You left your car at the entrance we went through, you should go back and retrieve it.” Hannibal said.

Will looked at Hannibal, then back to you.

“It’s fine Will, I live close by.”

“Then I’ll walk you.”

“Go get your car, if you leave it too long they’ll impound it and have you investigated for suspicious activity.” June said.

Will looked up at her.

“I’ll ensure (Y/N) is returned home safely.” Hannibal said.

You looked at your friend and nodded your head to him.

“I’ll call you when I’m home Will, okay? You don’t have to worry about me.”

“I’m always going to worry…” he mumbled.

“I know.”

You walked over, placing your hand on the side of his face.

“I’ll be okay William, go home…”

Will sighed heavily, and he nodded his head, knowing that there was in use arguing with you.

“If you don’t call me I’m going to come back.”

“I expect you will.” You laughed a little.

You stepped back, watching as he left and you walked over to June.

“Take care of her, make sure she doesn’t leave…”

“I will, what will you do?”

“I’ll go home, but we’ll deal with this.”

“You’re the reason behind this!” She hissed.

“And we’ll deal with it.” You snapped quietly.

Walking over to Anna, you placed a hand on her shoulder, giving it a small squeeze before making your way to the door with Hannibal.

You both left, making your way back to the street so you could go home.

“Will she go to the police?” He asked.

“I doubt it, Anna is stubborn, she won’t admit to being beat by somebody in a fight.”

“Despite how callous you act around everybody, you do care for a few people, don’t you?”

You didn’t say anything.

“You reassured Will when he was concerned about you, you came running to the aid of a friend whom had been injured.”

“It wasn’t fair what they did to her.”

“Who?”

You again went quiet, picking and choosing what questions you wanted to answer as you led Hannibal to your apartment.

You unlocked the door, stepping inside, letting him follow you.

“Sam?” You called.

You looked around, and you found a note on the coffee table.

“He’s gone out, I don’t have tea but I have coffee if you want some.”

“No thank you, I shouldn’t be staying too long, just enough time to ensure you speak with Will, letting him know you got home safely.”

You nodded, grabbing your phone as you dialled Will’s number, holding it your ear as you sat down on the couch.

Hannibal glanced around the apartment, it was simply decorated, just enough to make it look like a home, bland colours, blacks, greys and whites.

There were no photos, nothing to give away any indication of family or friends outside the ones he had already met.

You finally set the phone down, looking over at Hannibal.

“No answer, you can go if you want I’ll call again in a few minutes.”

“I will stay, just until Will answers.”

Hannibal pointed to a chair.

“May I?”

“Go ahead.”

He sat down, turning his attention to the news.

“They’re getting brave.”

You hummed a little bit, picking up your phone to send Kyle and Sam a quick message before you tried Will’s number again.

Hannibal once again started looking around your apartment, the smell of fresh blood hinted the air but he couldn’t he clear if it was the blood on your shirt or something else.

He looked at you as you set your phone down again.

“Nothing?”

“Straight to voicemail, I think he let his phone down.”

“Right, well, I will stay a little longer before leaving.”

You nodded your head, kicking your feet up on the table, turning your attention back to the TV as the news spoke about more ghoul attacks.

“Why were you following me?” You asked.

“As I said to Will, I was just passing by.”

You hummed a little.

“You seem to be passing by a lot of places I go to.”

“Our paths must cross a lot.”

You flicked your gaze to him.

“One could consider it stalking.”

“Do you?”

“If you want to know what I’m doing or where I am all you have to do is ask.”

“I will remember that.”

You and Hannibal sat in silence for a few minutes before your phone began to ring and you picked up, speaking to Will briefly before hanging up.

You turned to Hannibal.

“Now will you go?”

“Yes, thank you for allowing me to stay.”

You nodded, walking to the door to see him out before heading back to the couch as the news changed to the Chesapeake ripper.

You knew this wasn’t a ghoul, this was the work of a person, a rather clever and sophisticated one at that.

Picking up your phone you pulled up the group chat with your most trusted friends.

You: find out about the Chesapeake ripper.

#Hannibal #hannibal x reader #Hannibal x you #Hannibal imagine #Hannibal lector #hannibal lector x reader #Hannibal lector x you #Hannibal lector imagine

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starglitterz · 2 years

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elysian.

─── THE BEGINNING ; 02.

elysian adjective; relating to or characteristic of paradise

summary: when you lose your job out of the blue, you’re pretty sure this is the end of the road for you. at least until you reconnect with your childhood best friend aether and he offers you your ideal job and a place to stay. the only condition is that his office will be behind the store you’ll be running, and under no circumstances are you permitted to enter. that’s how you begin your new life as a florist, though you’re not sure how to focus on working when aether seems to have too many pretty boys working both for and against him. your fresh start gets a whole lot more interesting when you discover just how many secrets these men are hiding, but somehow you think you’ll still be able find the elysian ending of your dreams.

pairing: various genshin male characters x gn!reader

a/n: aaaa i've been very busy i'm sorry for the long gap between chapters :( this chapter introduces a few of the boys hehe, hope u enjoy it ! next ch is the last one before reqs open aaa im so excited🤭

previous. // elysian masterlist. // next.

“Aether, it’s fine! Don’t worry, I can carry these in myself,” you heft the cardboard box you’re holding so you can see Aether’s face. “I don’t doubt that, but there is an awful lot of stuff…” He looks back at his car, which is piled to the brim with messily taped boxes. “Hey! You don’t get to say that when your room in college literally looked like it could be on an episode of Hoarders,” you roll your eyes at his lifted eyebrow, and he raises his hands in surrender, “Nooo, don’t bring up my dark past! I just meant that it would be faster if I helped.” “Whatever,” you stick out your tongue playfully at him and he laughs.

“Hm? And who might this lovely person be?”

A voice behind you sounds, and somehow you can already hear the smile in their tone before you spin around sharply to face them. It’s a tall man with a shock of ginger hair, sea-blue eyes scanning you intently and a smirk playing about his lips. “Childe, what are you doing here? Didn’t I tell you all to clear out earlier?” Aether doesn’t sound too happy about this turn of events. “Oh! You must be the new florist!” Childe blatantly ignores Aether’s exasperated tone and rushes forward to shake your hand heartily before winking, “He didn’t mention that you’d be this pretty.” You laugh, “Thanks. He didn’t mention he had such handsome friends either.” “Oh, he’s more like our boss-”

“Childe.” Aether’s tone is stern this time, “Can you please not overwhelm Y/N? They’ve just got here.” “Sorry,” Childe backs off with his hands raised in surrender, but then he shoots you a sly smile, “Can’t wait to get to know you better.” Massaging his temples, Aether sighs, “I take you being here to mean that so is everyone else.” “Correct!” Childe finger-guns before effortlessly lifting the box out of your arms despite your protests, “And they’re also excited to meet you, so let’s head right in!” As soon as Childe leaves, Aether groans, “Sorry about that, Y/N. I didn’t mean to introduce you to everyone today.” “Don’t worry about it,” you nudge him, “I appreciate the warm welcome. So, was that one of your colleagues?” “You could say that… though they’re more like subordinates,” he chuckles, and you gasp dramatically, “I can’t believe you’ve become a boss! Do I have to call you sir now?” Aether’s cheeks turn red and his eyes widen, “No!” “Alright, sir,” you tease. He looks away, unable to meet your playful gaze as he huffs, “Let’s just go inside.”

–

Upon entering the building, you’re met with a stunning sight. Almost every surface in the room is covered with flowers of every kind imaginable; sunflowers, dahlias, roses, tulips… the list is endless. It’s a rainbow kaleidoscope of colours wherever you look, and it takes you a few moments to really absorb the fact that this place is yours. “Ta-da! Welcome to your flower shop, Y/N!” Childe stands in the middle of it proudly, grinning at you until somebody whacks him in the back of the head. “Ow!” he rubs the bump with an offended look, “Xiao, what was that for?”

A shorter man with teal streaks in his dark hair steps out from behind Childe, “Accident.” “Yeah, right-” “I think it’s because you’re being irritatingly loud,” another man steps forward, this one with cropped indigo hair that matches his eyes, “You deserved that.” “Hey! I thought you were working on your anger issues,” Childe scowls, to which the other man says, “This is me working on my anger issues.” “Great first impression, guys,” Aether cuts in abruptly, shooting the three of them glares, “Anyway, meet Xiao and Scaramouche, Y/N.” Xiao offers you a curt nod, while Scaramouche looks you up and down judgmentally without even bothering to hide it. “See something you like?” you query with a wink, and his face turns as red as a tomato as he splutters, “What?! As if!” Aether groans and swiftly changes the topic, “Ignore him. So, what do you think of the place?”

“It’s amazing! Thank you so much, Aether!” you spin in a circle again to take it all in, and find that you can barely wrap your head around how you’re going to be in charge of all this – your childhood dream is finally coming true. “No need to thank me,” he smiles, “Most of it was already here, we just spruced it up a bit and brought in fresh flowers.” You cup a large drooping lily, and the grin on your face speaks for itself as to how happy you are.

Before you can thank them all even more, a couple of other men deep in an avid discussion about plants turn the corner. One has green hair cut into a neat bob, and the other is blonde with his hair braided to the back yet still reaching his shoulders. Seeing as they haven’t noticed you, Aether clears his throat, “Tighnari. Albedo. This is Y/N, they’ll be staying here from now on.” Both men look up at the same time with surprise, and Albedo tilts his head, “It’s nice to meet you.” “Indeed. I look forward to seeing how you’ll handle the place,” Tighnari shakes your hand firmly, “If you ever need any tips for how to look after the flowers, feel free to ask.” “Thanks! I’d really appreciate that,” you reply warmly, clasping his hand with both of yours and gazing into his forest green eyes with a smile.

Aether claps his hands, jolting you out of your reverie, “There’s still a lot of stuff from Y/N’s old apartment in the car, could you all help move them upstairs? Y/N, you should go outside and look around. After all, this’ll be your new home.” After he reassures you that they can handle transferring the boxes on their own (although Scaramouche stalks off with a grumpy “We don’t get paid enough for this.”), you decide to explore the area behind the building. There’s a hidden garden there, and it’s almost straight from a novel with how pretty it looks. A white swing set stands tall in one corner, while a bird feeder and a fountain decorate the rest of the area. Bushes of blossoming buds and trees swaying gently in the breeze grow in every inch of empty space, with a neat cobblestone path winding through it.

Yet there’s something that seems out of place: A tall man with blue hair tied neatly into a ponytail perched on the edge of the swing.

“Hello?” you try to acknowledge him, but it comes out as more of a question than a greeting. The melancholy written on his face as he stared into the depths of the small pond disappears in a second as he stands up with a smile, making you wonder if the pensive expression you saw was nothing more than a trick of the light, “Hello there. Who might you be?” “I should be asking you that,” you maintain eye contact, taking a careful step backward. “Me? I’m one of Aether’s employees, he’s got a pretty large company over here. The name’s Kaeya.” You relax at the mention of Aether, “Oh, I thought you were a creep from the way you were hiding out back here.” His chuckle rings out in the afternoon air, “What a wild assumption. Aether told us to stay far away until you got properly settled in here.” “Looks like nobody listened.” “Hmm… let’s just say that none of us are upright rule-followers.”

He leans in as if telling you a secret, “And you wanna know something else?” Your curiosity is piqued too, so you move closer excitedly, “What is it?” “I’m actually a pretty good tour guide!” Kaeya grins, “And I know all the best spots around here. What say we ditch them and go for a ride?” Guilt pricks at your conscience for leaving the other boys to deal with the boxes, but you soothe it by telling yourself they said they would be fine. So you beam, “Sure, let’s go!” “It’d be my honour to show such an adorable person around,” he winks, beckoning you to follow him to the car, “Now, your majesty, your carriage awaits.”

In hindsight, that was a pretty bad decision to make, especially on a day which had started off with awful news – there’s no guarantee that it would have ended with the sudden influx of good luck. So the moral of the story should be: don’t follow random strangers into their car even if they claim to know your friends, because it could end up with you locked in an interrogation room at the local police station for crimes you didn’t even know about.

And if that sounds oddly specific, it’s because you lived through it.

#💫 — elysian !#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #aether x reader #childe x reader #xiao x reader #scaramouche x reader #kaeya x reader #tighnari x reader #albedo x reader #genshin impact fluff #genshin fluff

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conundrumoftime · 11 months

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I don't know why, but I love how—at least to me—your Celeborn seems always at the edge of losing his mind. I don't always agree with your headcanons, but this is so funny to me. Boy acts like he is going mad with these powers that are beyond him.

Well thank you, heh! I have to say that I don’t always agree with my own headcanons either, as such, but I keep writing them so long as they’re interesting, and the ones around him have definitely stuck a lot longer than I expected them to.

Because. If you put yourself in his position, as a prince of Doriath (which I’m assuming because I find the other versions of him less interesting): You were born after the Fence went up, and Doriath the protected, isolated, safe and magical place is all you’ve ever known. Your grandparents’ generation remember the First Battle and you maybe got some tales, growing up, of what that was like, but you had to beg and pester to hear those because you’re one of the young ones - you’re one of the ones who doesn’t need to worry about this. You’re probably told that a lot. Beleriand is dark and brutal and cruel, but in Doriath everything is fine. You have everything you ever want, and if you question this your very questioning is seen as proof of your youth and inexperience.

By the time you’re old enough to start asking pointed questions about all the Sindar who live outside the Fence, Doriath has been so isolated for so long that they don’t even sound like you.

You aren’t content with this. Everyone assumes you’ll grow out of it as you get old enough to gain some perspective and be grateful for how protected you are, but you don’t, not really. You want to hear of other lands and other peoples. You pester Melian to tell you tales of Valinor and Almaren, you pounce on any news that filters through from beyond Doriath’s borders. There is so much in the world to know, and you’re frustrated that those who know it - who saw it - aren’t interested in telling you about it now they’ve built this refuge for themselves. It doesn’t feel quite like a refuge to you, though.

(When you’re older you’ll collect tales of Gondolin, hidden and protected and beautiful. In Gondolin nobody was permitted to leave. In Doriath, nobody was permitted to want to.)

When the Noldor return you’re fascinated with them, to the point where your brother rolls his eyes and says Galadriel’s going to find you embarrassing. She doesn’t, though. She seems to quite like you. She tells you about Valinor, about the ice she crossed in the north, about how she plans to rule lands of her own one day. She speaks to Melian like she knows countless Maiar; she speaks to Thingol like she knows plenty of kings. She is bold and bright and fearless and you are helplessly in love.

When you hear about the horror at Alqualondë, you are, of course, appalled. For a while everything that you thought you knew is shaken. You do not blame Thingol for banning the rest of the Noldor from Doriath or for refusing to allow Quenya spoken anywhere. But when you hear that Maedhros laughed, of all things, and dismissed your great-uncle’s authority, some part of you is darkly fascinated all the same. No-one questions Thingol’s authority in your world. No-one. And yet… and yet.

You start finding Doriath more tolerable after all, now Galadriel is there; and her brothers come and go, and you are not short of people who will tell you about the world beyond the Fence. You don’t leave yourself, though. It hasn’t truly occurred to you that you even could.

And then something happens that changes it all. Or a confluence of somethings. Perhaps it’s the dwarves killing Thingol. Perhaps it’s Melian leaving Middle-earth after that, and the horror of realising along with all the others that much of Doriath’s protection will go with her. Perhaps you beg her to stay; perhaps she can’t even hear you, she’s so lost in grief. And then Galadriel’s cousins destroy Doriath and you realise it’s all lost and you can’t ever, ever go back.

(Or in Rings of Power canon - you go off at some point, presumably from Doriath, to fight a war you are very obviously unprepared for both practically and psychologically. You leave your enchanted, perfect magical forest kingdom where nobody ever wants for anything and find yourself in Middle-earth’s equivalent of the Somme. You realise that everything you thought you knew about the world has been not only incomplete but wrong. You don’t know where to go or what to do when the battle’s over and you’re somehow still breathing, but when you realise everyone at home will assume you’re dead, you think it’s maybe for the best you don’t correct them.)

And you spend the next five thousand years or so married to Galadriel, who is more terrifying and more powerful than you had ever, ever appreciated and even more so after she gets Nenya. You’re glad you can stand at her side for this fight you never realised you’d be fighting, but sometimes you wonder how much help you’re even being. Oropher, who has dealt with everything by withdrawing to the Greenwood in an attempt to return to the life the elves knew before the Valar came to them, takes you aside at one point and asks you very quietly - in the Doriathrin you both grew up speaking - if this is really, truly what you thought you had chosen. It isn’t. But you chose it all the same.

Lothlórien is protected, isolated, safe and magical, a beautiful golden refuge in the middle of a dark land. It’s hundreds of years before you realise that Galadriel has re-made Doriath for you.

#celeborn #rings of power #Silmarillion #eyeofacat meta

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tgarrett26 · 1 year

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I have an idea for the plot that he would show up with Scott or Carly at stage door after a show, but a prompt would be if you had certain quotes in mind or something./// I have no idea but that is up to you probably a singing lyric from Hamilton who lives who does who tells your story 😅

Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again

It’s always been common for your family to attend your show, they’ve been to many performances of Phantom Of The Opera where you play a young Christine Daae. The show is a classic in many means which means it’s an Evans family obligation. But since the show is coming to the end of its long, over three-decade run, they’ve made it their mission to go to at least one weekly show.

Today was a Tuesday (luckily not matinee) night performance where it’s Chris’ turn to attend the show. It’s typical for him to be busy, but after missing his turn for the past three weeks due to a filming complication, he was able to come just the day after they wrapped.

After the long show-of many to come-you come to the East stage door while the cooling feeling of toning liquid and moisturizer make your skin tingle in the chilling weather. Family isn’t always allowed backstage right after shows, but the security team has always been good at permitting your family to hide when crowds get too close or demanding.

After you’ve signed autographs and taken so many pictures you have light spots in your vision, you look past the road to see your oldest siblings, Chris and Carly. He’s holding a small bouquet of flowers with a nervous smile on his face while she’s beaming by his side, her arm linked in his.

Without any worries, you flee from the building and run past an alley of New York traffic to pounce your siblings. Chris manages to catch you while Carly laughs to herself and gently holds your arm as it’s around your brother.

“You did so good in there. It was hard to believe it was my baby sister up there until that grin took over at curtain call.” he muffles over your shoulder

You wiggle in his grasp, thrilled with excitement and joy at the fact that your brother is home.

“I told you I was coming tonight, didn’t I?” he asks and laughs

“Yes! You did, but you know after those times it’s no promise.”

“Well, it’s a promise now. I’m not due back until the spring, so you’ve got me for the next couple months.”

You only hug him tighter, truly having trouble believing he’s actually here after so much time away. He reciprocates the action, wordlessly grateful he’s back with his family and away from the cramped trailer he’s had to stay in for the past several weeks and months.

“Ma’s waiting back at the hotel for you. She told me not to tell you, but I figured it’s much less a surprise than my being here.” he reasons as you both pull away

“Nah. But I’m glad you told me. I would have thought she’d sneak into my apartment.”

“That’s Scott and Shanna’s thing-and occasionally mine.”

A smile tugs on you as you adjust the strap of your duffle bag over your shoulder, but your older brother takes it for himself, soon extending his right hand with the now smooshed flowers in it.

“Hold these instead.” he suggests

Your smile only gets bigger, grateful not only that your brother and sister are here, but that they’re as kind and welcoming as any kid would hope for. The three of you begin your walk, trailing down street by street as lights and strangers fill the city for the night.

“They’re limp.” you mention as one flower bends at the stem

“Well, maybe next time take them from me before you trample me on the sidewalk.”

“Where are we going anyway?”

“Dinner. I may not be the mature one of us, but I bet our girl hasn’t eaten a good meal in a while. And before you say you eat just fine-don’t pull that ‘take-out’ line on me again. It didn’t work on dad and it’s not gonna work on me.” he explains

“It was Scott, actually, but okay.”

“Haha.” he fake cackles

You shake your head and look off and away, trying to ignore the fact that while a good amount of New York didn’t know or didn’t care who you are, your brother has to hide under a ball cap. The fact that people have to do this as a precaution, in order to maintain personal space from strangers who don’t obey manners or boundaries, makes me feel unwell.

“I brought cookies from Shanna’s though.” he adds

“For the sake of yourself, you should hope you didn’t eat them.”

“One, but I was tired from the drive. Okay-two but it was because I got up too early for the hotel’s breakfast. She sent like ten though, you can spare a few.”

“Christopher Robin!” I exclaim and smack his left hand

“Well?”

“The only reason she’s not wrestling you after that is because she cried calling you last week when you were gone for Thanksgiving.” our sister mentions

“Carly! How could you?!” I worry somewhat jokingly

“It’s alright, Honey. You just missed him is all, it’s okay.”

I try to brush it off, but our brother seems to detect something and takes my bag from his left shoulder to place it on his right. He puts his left arm around me and continues to guide us down the road, leading us to dinner as the mature one of the group (surprise).

“I’m only letting you keep that there because I’m always wishing you were somehow here again.” I mutter

#chris evans x sister!reader #broadway

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huntersguildofficial · 1 year

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( @taraka-at-naranjauva )

First, the stuff inside Area Zero is dangerous, so only go very prepared if you have a permit.

Second…Cossie has been telling me of a strange being they’ve been spotting flying around Paldea. Currently, the consistent traits are that it has four legs, huge wings separate from the legs, massive horns, an overall dark in color body, spikes, and a penchant for eating a lot. If this sounds familiar to anything you know of, please do let me know.

Curiously, it doesn’t seem like it’s attacking people who don’t bother it…though it sounds like some crooks got the wrong idea and did, before being crushed. Cossie (perhaps mercifully) didn’t see the results, but it sounds like it was a brutal attack…

Don't worry, I've decided to look for info on whatever's in there in a far less personal wa-

*checking through notes*

Oh no.

Oh nononononono.

Not only did a monster manage to get far enough away from a rift that it didn't disappear when the rift did, but NERTIGANTE!!??

#crossover blog #lulu #pokeblogging #rotomblr #pokeblog rp #pkmn blog #pokeblr #pkmn irl #pkmn rp

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taiblogcomics · 1 year

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Just Follow Your Knows

Hey there, high-impact dentistry. Narrowing down our pony backlog! We'll be back into much worse comics before April is out, don't you worry. Or maybe do worry! I might worry~

Here's the cover:

Now this is a properly gradiose cover for the kinds of things you might expect from this sort of story. Like, I would probably pick this one for the trade collection. Properly dramatic. Like, it's just really good, I dunno what else to say about it. But Sunny, of course you will always be in Twilight Sparkle's shadow. That's just kind of inevitable by nature of a franchise, especially following a beloved entry like Friendship is Magic.

So we open with Sunny screaming about how it's been going on too long and she can't take it anymore. Ah, I see she's been reading Avengers Arena in her off-time too. Actually, though, she's been monitoring a huge security station of TV screens. There's that technology leap that I don't care for again. At least she's not doing it alone, the whole of the Mane 5 are there observing. Despite complaints, it's actually Pipp who spots the odd one out first. Makes sense, she's the one who spends the most time in front of screens anyway.

Essentially somepony's done the "hold up a photograph to the camera" bit, except it's a crude drawing. How did it take them five minutes to notice between them five of them? Either way, it's the same cave they saw reflected in the Mirror of Mayhem's remains. Izzy also identifies the artstyle as Reginald the possum's, so the cave is definitely being occupied at the moment. I dunno why they were watching any other location, honestly. Without a moment to lose, our five heroes go taking off back to the ruins of Canterlot.

The lot of them do a sneaky, and they witness the aforementioned Reginald packing a suitcase for Discord. They manage to avoid being spotted, and follow the poss out of the castle. Pipp opts to livestream the stealth mission, and Izzy questions the sense of this. Pipp replies that it's fine, Reginald doesn't follow her on social media. Izzy is just concerned about filming somepony without their permission. Yes, this is all a real conversation in this comic. Long story short, their conversation alerts Reginald to their presence, and he runs off. Great job, everypony.

And before you think they can just watch Pipp's livestream back to see where Reginald went, Pipp was actually filming Izzy. You always follow where the drama goes strongest! But they do notice that they can't actually hear Izzy's dialogue, it's being drowned out by the river nearby. Stream pre-empted by stream, who could've seen that coming? But if the stream's been drowning out the dialogue the whole two hours they've been following Reginald, then he must be following the river. It's a lead, at least, but Pipp's gonna be mad this river gets followers she doesn't~

Izzy hangs back a moment, and Sunny notes that she seems a little bothered by a comment Discord made about being left behind. But of course Sunny didn't mean to, if Izzy had wings, she'd naturally invite her along! This doesn't seem to alleviate Izzy's worries. But before that can go any deeper, they finish following the river to its destination: Fluttershy's old house, now overgrown with foliage. They recognise this must be the animal sanctuary Discord mentioned--and they're not alone. There's also a guardian on the premises: a very angry squirrel.

Fortunately, this is well within Hitch's wheelhouse. He asks what's got the squirrel so hot and bothered, and it confesses that all its friends hid all his acorns, and he's been looking for them for hours. Izzy says this doesn't sound like very good friends, and decides to help out. Her unicorn magic is still fritzing a bit, but she manages to use it to shake the nearby trees and rain the acorns down. But Izzy's not stupid, and before she'll permit the squirrel any of them, she wants some information about Discord. Good for her!

The squirrel leads them inside the house, pointing out a secret basement underneath it. Discord sure loves his underground lairs, huh? Deep in this basement, there's a magical stone. And it contains a magical recording of Fluttershy. Izzy's magic unlocked it, and she remembers a legend her mother once told her of magic crystals in Bridlewood that could record messages. This particular message isn't directed at who you might think. It's not a message she's left for future generations. She's directing it at Discord. And thus, a flashback starts up.

The flashback is even sepia-toned, so you know it takes place in the past. This is shortly after that other flashback, wherein Fluttershy lost all the fillies who were learning from her due to racism. Discord's preventing her from going to talk to one of the fillies, Water Lily, unable to accept that anypony might listen to reason. If they were willing to do that, they would have to begin with. Fluttershy says that folks are just frightened right now, and it's important to remember that if magic is separating them-- Discord retorts that it can also destroy them, disappearing. Fluttershy instead sadly finishes that she meant it can also bring them together.

The flashback finishes with her locating this magic stone and recording her actual message: Magic does make everypony different, and those differences should be celebrated. If Discord listens to his heart, she's sure it'll show him right. They still don't have any leads, though. And while Sunny declares nothing will slip by them, the squirrel sneaks in behind them and pulls a particular book off the shelf: Daring Do and the Curse of the Basaltic Caves. And it carries it all the way to wherever Discord's hiding, who's delighted. This book is a vital piece of his plan to destroy all magic...

Well, if you were disappointed by the filler stuff that should’ve been the characters focusing on the mystery, here’s one focused entirely on that. Honestly, you could probably jump from issue 2 to this one without missing much. I do appreciate the spacing out of the plot arc, but not when you hinge it on being under a time crunch. Aside from that, though, I will consider this a pretty good issue. And you can at least excuse the previous issues of Discord not immediately kicking off his plans because he didn’t have this particular MacGuffin book.

Next issue: more filler and Discord not kicking off his plans~

#comic #reviews #My Little Pony #My Little Pony: A New Generation #Taiblog

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cmdr-h-of-the-woods · 2 years

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Hopping around the edges of the Bubble

Haven’t written in this logbook for a while. I’ve been busy doing short excursions to explore systems on the edge of the Bubble. Did I mention I visited a black hole for the first time? This was a little while ago. I had noticed this bright B-type star in a system called p Puppis, and I wanted to go and take a closer look. What I did not expect was that I would also stumble upon a black hole. The embodiment of entropy, and I couldn’t resist its pull either. I had to go and see from up close. The rational part of my brain was screaming at me to turn away before being torn to shreds, but I kept going.

A while later, I went back to the heart of the Bubble, in Epsilon Indi, where I landed on Mitterand’s Hollow. That was very unique. I had meant to join other people there, but I arrived too late and everyone had already left, so I stayed there for a moment, watching an uncountable number of eclipses, waving at the people living on New Africa. There was a crash site, and I thought I’d go investigate. Unfortunately, skimmers popped out of nowhere, and after I got rid of them, I was notified that I was now a criminal for property destruction. Oops.

Got that taken care of, and I left for Stein 2051, where I spent a while looking for bio samples on a dark planet, under the cold, distant glow of a white dwarf. Shortly after that, I found myself in Thunderbird, which had a magnificent Earth-like planet surrounded by rings! I’ve been strangely drawn to rings lately. They offer such interesting sights.

35 Vulpeculae was another highlight. I landed on another ringed planet from which I could see two stars, so close together in the sky. It was very hot, and I couldn’t stay out for long because my suit was about to melt, but landing on that soft, green ground, watching the geysers and the rings and that pair of stars... I loved it.

Later, as I was looking for Tubus on a moon somewhere in the same system, my attention was caught by something I had not seen before on my onboard computer... A “non-human signature”. Intrigued, and a little worried, I decided to get closer. There was something on the ground, glowing blue and green. Pretty. Definitely of Thargoid origin. Some probe, maybe? This couldn’t possibly be good. I usually like to make sure I don’t damage anything when I am exploring around, but given the current context, I decided I couldn’t take any risks. I destroyed the probe, and kept some fragments, in case it might come in handy later.

Every jump is an adventure, and I can never be quite sure what I’m going to find next. Is it going to be a single, lonely star? Is it going to be a huge system where I’ll be spending weeks mapping and cataloguing my findings? Am I going to find a moon orbiting its planet so close I can recognise the mountains where I went to look for fungoida? A number of discoveries are now attached to my name – while I did not discover any new systems, very few Commanders have ever visited some of the places I stopped at, and no one had apparently mapped or landed on some of those planets and moons. It’s hard to pick pictures to attach to this entry, because I’ve been taking so many. (Which is why I try to post screenshots regularly on this blog so I can still share them.)

Towards the end of February, I made my way back towards inhabited systems. This is part of Alliance territory, and the data I sold at stations owned by Alioth Independents quickly made me an ally of theirs. I have yet to go and visit their home system, but since I have been issued a permit, I will certainly be doing that at some point.

They’ve also been sending me offers for delivery missions, out of the blue. This last one didn’t go as expected. Shortly after I reached Ryijin, my client messaged me with a warning that enemy ships had been sent after me. My Cobra doesn’t even have any weapons on her, because I don’t expect to be doing any fighting in the mostly empty systems I spend most of my time in. I throttled down to take a quick look at my map so I could decide on the best course of action.

The HUD turned itself off before my eyes as Verity notified me that we were under attack. And my shields were off, because I really only activate them when I am about to land or dock somewhere. Quick, jump, anywhere, knowing that Simon “Frogs” Frost was probably going to be following me. I docked at the first station I could find, so I could at least sell my precious exploration and biological data, and have some weapons installed on my ship, just in case.

Fortunately, Frogs wasn’t able to interdict me, and I eventually managed to reach Bryant Gateway, deliver the data I had been given, and take a long moment to breathe. I am currently landed on a small moon with an ammonia atmosphere. The sky is full of reddish and brownish hues. I’m spending the night next to a patch of fungoida, hidden deep in the mountains. I’ve noticed there’s a bunch of visitor beacons around this system, so I’m going to go and learn more about BD+74 526 pretty soon.

#elite dangerous #logbook entry

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1 of 2. Hi Sam - good morning! Re anxiety & ADHD. As a long-time clinical psychologist and experiencer of anxiety I would say that there is somewhat of a difference between the anxiety disorders identified in DSM such as GAD, (they typically address excessive/unrealistic/unwarranted worry/anxiety/fear) and the stress/anxiety that comes from knowing we are not managing to do the things necessary to keeping our life running smoothly because of, for example, ADHD. Of course, someone can experience

both at the same time. Typically, what we do about them differs a bit. For the excessive worry of GAD, we might help people change their relationship to worry thoughts so they're less dominated by them and they do less to 'fuel them.' With the stress of struggling with managing life tasks, we might use meds or behavioral strategies to increase ability and/or find ways of reducing life demands - to the extent that's possible in a capitalist society :(

Turns out I can't write the letters DSM without adding a disclaimer! DSM treats a complex biopsychosocial experience like anxiety a bit like it's measles - like it's a disease which we have or don't have: not my experience personally or professionally, & the data around many mental health issues suggests they're dimensional rather than categorical & they have complex, interactional risk factors to varying degrees. DSM may have some utility but it's not 'the truth.'

Yikes, I just found this in my drafts after having lost it for like...I think a couple of weeks at least, sorry Anon that I did not respond sooner. If it’s any consolation there’s at least one ask in my inbox from 2014.

What you’re saying about GAD vs. bog-standard “something’s wrong in my life” anxiety makes a lot of sense, and is kind of how I was looking at it, I think, but I’m not sure I was vocalizing it well. What was throwing me for a loop was the evaluator saying that I had really severe levels of anxiety, something that was worrying to her in a clinical sense -- GAD never really came up as a term, it was just what I had to go on when I got off the zoom call with her and googled about it. (She was very clear to state that while I had anxiety surrounding social situations she was not offering a diagnosis of Social Anxiety, both parts of which I agree with.) Of course it’s hard to know when you’re sitting in it whether what you’re feeling is unwarranted, but I felt like what worry I do feel is generally legit. I’ve been able to identify “Hey you’re freaked out about nothing” before, including times I couldn’t stop freaking out about nothing, but that seemed to me to be evidence I had a sense of scale, and it was never chronic.

These last few days, having shoveled out from under a bunch of stuff, I’ve been unsettled about the fact that there are periods of time when I don’t need to be doing anything. There’s stuff I could be doing, my to-do list isn’t empty, but none of it is catch-on-fire urgent the way much of my life has chronically been. I’m just so conditioned to having forgotten to do stuff and/or having stuff I know I should be doing that when I am permitted by circumstances to just sit and vegetate, I’m extremely bad about accepting it. Reading is helping, since there’s always another book to read and it fulfills my “I should be doing something” sense without actually wearing me out, and Dearborn is helping by sitting on me a bunch, but it’s very much an adjustment.

Still haven’t gotten the evaluation report from the clinic. I nudged the person who said she was doing the writeup, and she said she’d have it for me by today, then a few hours later emailed me to say “Actually your case was assigned to another doctor. I’ve asked her to bump it to the top of her queue, but I don’t have an ETA for you.”

They’ve got until August (mainly because the second half of July is going to be super hectic for me) and then I’m getting insurance involved.

#sam has adhd #anxiety

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adobe-outdesign · 3 years

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Pokemon Worldbuilding Headcanons, Part 2

Part 2 of this. Some are based on the game, some on the anime, and some directly contradict both because the Pokemon lore is made up and your feelings don’t matter.

Intelligence

Pokemon are generally sentient and sapient, and most have strong cognitive abilities.

They don’t know the names of their moves innately, but will quickly learn what words correlate to what moves once they’ve started training.

They’re also quite good at picking up tone of voice and will learn their trainer’s body language as they work together, making it relatively easy for trainers to understand their Pokemon and vice versa.

Some Pokemon can learn to speak English if they have vocal cords capable of mimicking human speech, but this isn’t common. More commonly, many psychic types can communicate with telepathy, and many Pokemon can learn sign language.

There are many Pokemon-specific types of sign language that have been modified to accommodate for different numbers of fingers.

Pokemon therapists (therapists that help Pokemon, not Pokemon that are therapists) exist. In addition to helping with human-Pokemon relations (like helping trainers better understand their Pokemon), they also help Pokemon recover from mental trauma and help diagnose various mental illnesses. They usually work with translators.

Occasionally, a psychic human will be able to understand Pokemon via a specific type of telepathy. They commonly work as professional translators, and will commonly pick up jobs as nurses, therapists, rehabilitators, and more.

Highly intelligent Pokemon will occasionally become Pokemon trainers themselves--there’s no laws against it, though many object to it on principle.

A famous example was an Alakazam that eventually got fed up with its abusive trainer and, realizing no trainer could ever be smarter than them, became a trainer themselves. They eventually made it to gym leader status.

Some intelligent Pokemon form their own mini-societies out in the wilderness. These are designated as no-catch zones, though the Pokemon that live there can always choose to leave if they want to find a trainer to partner with.

Pokemon Centers

Pokemon nurses work at Pokemon Centers. They deal with day-to-day healings, checkups, and other small medical issues. More serious issues are handled by Pokemon doctors at hospitals.

Pokemon nurses treat all species of Pokemon, as they know some degree of standard medical care that’s near-universal.

Pokemon doctors, meanwhile, are trained in specific types and phylogenies, making them experts but only for a small amount of Pokemon.

Pokemon can instantly be teleported to various hospitals for treatment if the issue is too severe or specific for the Center to treat. Pokemon that know teleport are used to move medicine and Pokemon that won’t go in Pokeballs.

Pokemon can be instantly healed by adding small amounts of energy to them while they’re in their Pokeballs, which helps them recover from minor injuries such as cuts, bruises, small burns, ect.

This process does not help heal severe injuries (illness, broken bones, internal issues, ect.). Instead, these injuries are treated over time using more traditional methods.

Sleep powder is used on Pokemon when they first are released inside of the center/hospital, so nurses/doctors don’t have to worry about getting attacked while looking them over. (Pokemon that are immune to sleep powder are usually paralyzed with stun spore or have disable used on them instead, depending on what needs to be done.)

Pokeballs can be life-saving, as the Pokemon’s energy form means that while it can still become weak and faint, it won’t take severe bodily damage from injuries. This gives trainers more time to get their Pokemon to a medical center and the doctors more time to prepare treatments.

Pokerus is a mutualistic virus; the virus lives in the body and produces energy as a waste product, which is then absorbed by Pokemon. This has a lot of positive health benefits for them, such as faster evolution rates. The only effects are mild fever and cough, which go away as the virus becomes dormant after about 4 days.

However, the reason people don’t actively try to spread it around constantly is that Pokerus can spread to humans, and the effects are much more dangerous than in Pokemon (with no additional benefits to boot). Ergo, most Pokemon that catch it are quarantined, and many trainers get Pokerus vaccinations to be safe.

Tech

Cars exist, but aren’t used often as many Pokemon view them as threats and will attack them on sight. They’re not really commercially viable anyway when you can just saddle up a large Pokemon you caught instead.

Pokeballs have trackers built into them, so they can be easily relocated if lost. Most Pokemon Centers will have at least one Pokemon that knows teleport that can retrieve the ball as well.

Pokemon Storage Systems are relatively new. They work by teleporting a Pokeball into a large designated storage space, usually a warehouse or an underground area. When a person’s license is scanned, a machine finds and teleports back the Pokeball based on an automated grid system.

The warehouses are heavily guarded at all times, and because the contents of the Pokeballs aren’t labeled poachers are usually deterred from trying to steal from them directly.

The trays that the balls are stored in are known as “boxes”, hence why its referred to as “boxing your Pokemon”.

The energy of a Pokemon is slowed when in storage, effectively putting them to sleep. This allows them to remain in their Pokeballs for longer periods of time. Legally, Pokemon cannot be stored for more than a month for their well-being.

TMs are CDs that are inserted into a cube-like device that the Pokeball is then placed into. These change the simulation inside a Pokeball, creating scenarios that help the Pokemon to learn the new move. They work most of the time, but there’s no guarantee that your Pokemon will figure it out.

Teleportation technology is still being developed. Small objects can be teleported effortlessly; teleportation of living creatures and larger objects is a more recent, hence why warp tiles aren’t used everywhere.

Teleportation was figured out by studying psychic-types who know the move. Catching or renting a psychic-type is still one of the fastest ways to get around.

Food

People used to hunt Pokemon a few thousand years ago out of necessity, though they stuck to common, lower-intelligence Pokemon like Margikarp and Farfetch'd (which is how they became rare). However, this has fallen out of practice over time as humans and Pokemon have gotten closer.

There are many ways to ethically source meat and dairy products. Miltank produce milk, Chansey produce infertile eggs, and Slowpoke and Crabrawler naturally drop and regenerate body parts that can be farmed without harming them (tails and claws, respectively). Other than that, humans rely on plant-based food/synthetic meat in order to get by.

Carnivore Pokemon will hunt and kill other Pokemon in the wild; in captivity, they eat the aforementioned ethically sourced meat.

Pokemon don’t really have “hunting instincts”, in the sense that they won’t blindly maim other prey Pokemon. Indeed, Pokemon in captivity understand that their trainers will feed them, and thus won’t risk harming other Pokemon less they get attacked themselves.

With that said, it’s generally recommended to not put your Corsola and Mareanie on the same team, solely because there’ll likely always be tension between two rival Pokemon and they’re unlikely to get along (though predator/prey friendships aren’t unheard of).

Some intelligent Pokemon have been known to farm both plants and other Pokemon out in the wild, in order to have a continuous food source.

Intelligent Pokemon also understand how to cook and mix ingredients. There are quite a few commonplace recipes in the Pokemon world that originated from Pokemon themselves.

Laws and Regulations

It is illegal to catch immature baby Pokemon, as they’re still too young to leave their parents at that stage (so you couldn’t catch a one-tailed baby Vulpix, for example).

Vintage Pokeballs have to be retrofitted with modern tech. This is because modern tech has things like the aforementioned tracking devices that make them safer to use.

Rare species of Pokemon, legendaries, and shinies are frequently moved onto preserves for protection against poachers. While people are welcome to visit these spaces, they are no-catch zones and rangers enforce this law strictly.

There are several different types of Pokemon licenses, with varying difficulties in obtaining them.

The default licenses can be obtained by anyone 8 years or older, and allows for Pokemon to live in a domestic setting. This requires passing a variety of tests covering basic Pokemon laws and welfare, and is easy to obtain.

Trainer licenses (10+ years) allow for Pokemon to be battled with, entered in contests, ect. This requires having a default license, passing a test regarding safe battling methods, and passing a test battle with a rental Pokemon (doesn’t matter if you win; it’s more about technique, caring for the Pokemon, ect.)

It is only legal to batte without a trainer license if it’s an act of self-defense.

There are also separate licenses for medical and commercial use of Pokemon. These are only obtainable by adults and regulated by the government.

Technically speaking, there’s a permit needed in order to ride Pokemon to make sure that traffic laws are obeyed. Few people with rideable Pokemon actually bother getting one however.

Licenses can be revoked for a number of reasons. Whether or not a licenses is revoked is determined by the local authorities or a judge, if necessary.

Guns and weaponry technically exist, but are almost never used. The reason for this is that a bullet is highly unlikely to kill any given Pokemon, and that Pokemon can and will outright kill someone if they harm their trainer. Ergo, it’s easier to just battle and knock out a person’s Pokemon legally in a battle.

Pokemon that commit crimes are usually judged based on whether or not they were acting of their own accord or being psychology manipulated or abused into performing the act. Most Pokemon are put into rehabilitation programs and may be rehomed or released if the rehab is successful.

If it’s not sucessful, the Pokemon has a tracker placed on them and they’re released into private, sanctioned-off wild areas where they can’t hurt other Pokemon or people.

Wild areas have official ratings regarding how dangerous they are to be in, which is based on factors like the kind of wild Pokemon living there. This helps trainers pick out areas that are relatively safe for catching (or not, if they’ve got a strong team already and want something more powerful).

Funerals

A Pokemon’s body deteriorates into energy after 1-2 weeks or so, depending on size.

There are a variety of funeral options for a deceased Pokemon. Funeral services are almost always a given, which can be small ceremonies for friends or larger events for more well-known Pokemon (such as those belonging to gym leaders). Burials, cremations, and more are all options.

One option that’s been rising in popularity is to return the Pokemon’s body to their Pokeball, then breaking the capture mechanism to prevent stealing of higher-end balls. The Pokeball is then placed on a pillow in a “cubby” with a glass door, which can be filled with belongings, favored items, or photographs.

The Pokeballs can be kept as-is, polished and shined to look like new, or even decorated in things like gold leaf, depending on the trainer’s preferences.

A Pokemon can only stay in its ball for 1-3 years straight without eventually dying from energy atrophy (thankfully, this is painless). Because Pokemon can leave their balls whenever they want, deaths like this are virtually unheard of.

Ghost-type Pokemon can sometimes be spirits of the deceased (both humans and Pokemon), but they can also be just random collections of energy. There are also regular ghosts, which are different from ghost-types and cannot be caught.

Catching ghost-types is illegal around most burial grounds, as many of them are just visiting their former trainers as they come by to mourn.

Pokemon that are ghosts retain their memories of their past lives, and can still use attacks that they knew previously.

Ghost-types don’t usually remember their previous lives, but it isn’t unheard of for them to remember one or two former attacks despite this. This means that ghost-types can potentially know any type of attack outside of the ones they know naturally or learn from TMs.

#pokemon #pkmn #pokemon headcanons #outdesign posts things #outdesign has headcanons #this is just. entirely too long. but I have to dump these things somewhere so I hope you enjoy anyway

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wormstacheangel · 3 years

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Suptober Day 1: Harvest

wc: 1.7k tags: fluff with the side of tiny case fic, established relationship, spoilers but cw they are drugged with cider,

It was a long hunt. One that they accepted as their last one, but, of course, they can never sit still enough not to take an easy local hunt. By local, he means a two-day trip away, but still, they saved a couple of old folks from a ghost, which was fun. Dean sure enjoyed getting thrown around until Cas finally burned the dentures.

Like he said, long hunt.

They stayed at a nice little Airbnb overnight. During breakfast, their waitress told them of the Harvest Festival a town over. Cas was still a little bruised up, but Dean convinced him to go, at least to try their famous apple cider.

“We’ll make a day of it! Just me and you.” With that, Cas agreed, taking Dean’s waiting hand across the table.

The festival was lively when they arrived in the afternoon, with more people than they expected considering the small town they were in but apparently when they say famous they meant it. The tents lined up with food from funnel cakes, donuts, chicken, and some pumpkin spice beer that Dean chugged down even though it tasted like shit.

They eventually ended up with bags filled with treats and souvenirs to take home to the kids--Sam and Eileen fall into the kids’ category. They each held a bag while Dean held Cas’ hand tight in his own, dragging him around from seller to seller, buying and tasting as he went.

“We should start heading home, or soon you’ll be too full to drive.” Cas teased as Dean finished off their bag of apple crisps. “You think we’re feeding an army.”

“Considering how Jack eats, we might as well be.”

“He gets that from you, you know.”

They continued their banter as they made their way out of the festival and to the parking lot.

Then they were stopped by a woman wearing a volunteer pumpkin shirt, “Aw, leaving so soon? Don’t ya wanna stay for the fireworks?”

That quickly took Dean’s attention, brightening up his whole face so much that once again, Cas couldn’t find it in himself to refuse. Instead, earning himself a small kiss on the cheek as a thank you before being was dragged to the car to drop off their items.

Once back in the festival, they walked around until another volunteer told them about the amazing view of the fireworks at the middle of the corn maze.

“It’s a small maze, but in the middle is a little hill. So it’s usually first-come, first-serve. But I haven’t heard of anyone taking it as of now.”

Once again, Dean was easily hooked in and took Cas along for the ride. Not that he was complaining. He enjoyed watching Dean get excited over small things, things he wouldn’t have permitted himself to get excited for before. Of course, it helped when Dean hooked his arm around Cas’s waist to tug him close, whispering, “Ever kissed someone in a corn maze, Cas?”

“You know I haven’t, Dean.”

That did it for Cas. A promise of a spectacular kiss that will put the fireworks to shame.

At the entrance of the maze stood a cider cart, and Cas made a beeline for it. “I at least wanna be warm if you are going to make me walk around in the cold.”

“On the house.” The saleswoman winked at them, and something uneasy passed through them, but they ignored it as she motioned them to go right on in that the fireworks should be starting soon.

They took their hot cider and walked right in, taking hold of their hands as they walked through the maze in comforting silence. Watching the sky above them change from orange and pinks to the dark night sky.

When the maze opened up to a clearing, Dean started to run—taking the small space on top. It was tall enough to see over the cornstalk and watch the lights twinkle from the festival up ahead. They could even see groups of people exiting the maze from their left, and for a second, Dean wondered why they didn’t run into anybody on their walkover. It looked like a lot of people were going through the maze, but nobody passed them.

That thought was quickly dismissed as the first firework lit up the sky, cheers from the crowd echoed the loud boom, and Dean felt secure with an arm hooking around his shoulders to bring him in closer. So they sat there watching the firework show and polishing off their now cold cider until Cas couldn’t wait another second.

Gently, he turned Dean’s face just enough so they could start the kiss slowly. The snap crackle pop of the fireworks above their heads just kept lighting up the fuse between them until Cas asked for them to find another place to spend the night.

“Should we go now?” Dean kissed down Cas’s jaw, feeling the hastily nods instead of seeing it. “Okay. Okay, let’s go.”

They both stood up and took one last look at the view before they got down. Turning left, where they were sure they saw the other folks exit from before. Every few steps, they pulled each other for another kiss-- smiling into them like giddy newlyweds--until they started to realize they’ve been walking for way too long.

The fireworks had long been over, and they soon realized it was their only source of light. It soon became so hard to see anything that they didn’t dare let go of each other’s hands. They tried to go back to the hill to see if maybe they could see the trail from there, but it was like it never existed in the first place.

“Fuck!” They turned the corner to find another dead-end. “Isn’t this shit for children!”

“You know we haven’t seen or heard anyone in a while. Not since-”

“We came in here. I know. I was thinking the same thing earlier when we were on the hill.”

“Why didn’t you say anything then?”

“Cause you stuck your tongue in my mouth and impending doom took a backseat.”

They started to run, calling out for help as they did, but it only felt like they were going in circles.

Then Dean yelled, “Hallelujah!” When a flashlight shined into their faces.

“There you two are. It’s time to go.” The old man sounded so relieved to find them. He didn’t look sinister. He didn’t even make it sound like they were gone for that long. “You two okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah. We got lost, I guess.” Dean shrugged, watching as Cas stared ahead of him.

“Many people do. But they always find their way out, though.”

They followed the man out of the maze while Dean’s knuckles brushed alongside Cas’. They were listening to the man recite a memory when suddenly Cas tugged at Dean’s arm.

“Dean.” It was a shocking gasp.

“Cas?” Dean turned around to watch; Cas’s eyes rolled to the back of his head before dropping like a ragdoll. “Cas!”

And just like that, Cas was out to the world.

Dean fell to his knees to take Cas into his arms, but it was useless. He was heavy, and Dean’s body was starting to tingle, his muscles becoming weaker with every passing second.

“Don’t you worry about your little friend.” The man flashed his light on Dean’s face. Blinding him, but Dean kept glaring up at him. “Just like you, he won’t feel a thing.”

“What did you do to him?” He tried to growl, but it came out too breathless for it to be threatening.

“Same thing we did to you. Same thing we do every year to a couple of tourists.”

Dean could feel himself slipping out of consciousness, but he kept trying to shield Cas from whatever was coming.

“Don’t fight it, boy.” The man walked over to him, raising his flashlight high above his head. “Hate it when they struggle.”

And with a single hit, Dean was knocked out. Falling over Cas. Hoping that at least he gets killed first this time around.

Dean woke up again when he felt someone kicking his legs with little to no effort. His arms were numb, and he realized it was because they were pulled back and tied around some huge boulder.

“Dean?”

Dean recognized the voice and happily groaned out a complaint. “Hate small towns. Creeps. All of them.”

Cas chuckled in relief. “Glad you’re okay.”

Dean blinked a couple of times before his eyes focused, looking across from him to find Cas in the same position as him. Cas looked dirty, a few scratches on his face from being dragged, which made Dean furious—tugging at the ropes that hold him back from checking for any more injuries.

“Fuck! Shit! You okay? They hurt you?”

“Not as much as they did you.” Dean didn’t feel much pain besides the stretch on his shoulders and a raging headache. “I guess that’s not true. You have a swell on your head.”

“Yeah, well, I went down swinging. Unlike you.” Cas didn’t look amused, but he looked concerned. Dean followed his gaze, looking for an explanation or a way out. “I guess we’re either bait or dinner.”

“I’m used to being bait.”

“And I’m used to being dinner. Well, aren’t we a match made in heaven?” This time Cas glared, and weirdly enough, it made Dean relax a little. “Okay, so what’s the plan?”

The plan was simple, while Cas may not be a full-powered-up angel, he was still an angel. And he was stronger than an average human. So with a little more force, Cas had his arms free, rubbing his wrist while shrugging at Dean, “I always see humans do this.”

“Yeah, cause it hurts, so if you can just-” Dean motioned for his arms and Cas quickly reached to untie him. Then, when they were both free, they once again started to look around the empty cornfield. “I say leave now and call for backup; come back in the morning.”

“Considering we have no weapons, I think that would be for the best.”

“So much for date night.” Dean took Cas’s hand, and they quickly started to get themselves out of there. Running like maniacs as they pushed through the endless corn.

“I actually enjoyed myself today. You know, before the whole being drugged and left for dead part.”

“Really? That was my favorite part.” Dean joked, squeezing Cas’s hand as they made their way to safety. “You think all the stuff we bought was drugged?”

“Won’t stop me from having another donut.”

“Man, I love you.”

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𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞: 𝐎𝐧𝐞

In Which Ondine Hears Voices

“It’s no big deal.”

“No big– You. Were. Stabbed.”

Word Count: 3886

Pairing: Liam Dunbar x Female OC

The Becks were known around Beacon Hills as mysterious recluses, growing almost as infamous as the Hales once were. Their manor-like house was built deep in the woods, next to a lake that shimmered like it was filled with diamonds. The only clear way to and from the Beck House was a long dirt road that stretched throughout the forest. They hardly ever got any visitors.

Ondine, the youngest Beck, tried not to be resentful of this. She knew there was a good reason for their secretiveness, though the reason was unknown to her. She trusted her parents, but she hated the feeling of loneliness the house gave her. Honestly, she wouldn’t really mind the loneliness if her family would just tell her what they’re hiding. Because they are hiding something.

As stated before, Ondine’s family didn't get many visitors. The only exception was Levi Olsen, her older sister’s boyfriend. He was really nice, and always brought her Swedish Fish when he came by the house. Levi continuously tried to include her, despite Olivia’s insistence that Ondine was a nuisance. Still, it wasn’t the same as having her own friends.

Not that she needed any! Ondine considered herself a very independent individual. The fact that most of her classmates avoided her like the plague had no effect on her…

Besides, Ondine was too introverted to use her energy to make friends. It was better to be alone; this was something she’d decided in middle school and had kept to it in her freshman year of high school. She had no need for friends. It was better this way.

“Can you drive faster? You’re gonna make me late,” Olivia snarked from the passenger seat of the truck. The Beck’s owned two cars; the shimmery silver tesla that the Beck sisters were forbidden to go near, and the rusty blue pickup truck that had once belonged to their grandfather. The truck had two speeds—slow and parked.

Ondine cast her big sister a glower, trying to keep her shaky hands steady on the steering wheel. “I’m going as fast as this rust bucket can go.”

“You mean as fast as you can go.” The older girl was scrolling through her phone, shooting a text to Levi to let him know she’ll be a bit late to meet with him before school. “I don’t know why you’re scared of driving, Odi. It's real easy after you get the hang of it.”

Her words did nothing to console Ondine. It was true that driving was easier than she’d thought it'd be, but the anxiety that built up in her chest made it near impossible to relax whilst on the road. Ondine had gotten her learner’s permit over the summer and ever since Olivia has been forcing her to practice driving around town. “I don’t wanna be ubering you around when you’re twenty” was her big sister’s favorite reasoning as to why she should get over her fears.

“I’ll try to go a bit faster,” Ondine relented, pressing her foot down on the gas a little harder than before. Her heart raced as the scenery around them whirred past more quickly than before. She noticed Olivia glancing at her out of the corner of her eye. She had the same concerned expression their mother always used when she somehow knew her youngest daughter wasn’t as all right as she said she was.

Olivia cut off her phone, shifting in her seat so she was facing her little sister. “You’re not still worried about school, are you? Need I remind you that your grades are better than they’ve ever been? I wish I could be as smart as you, Odi.”

There it was, the correct conclusion as to what was bothering Ondine. Both her sister and her mother always seemed to figure out what was going on in her head, and at times it was unnerving. None of her family should have known about her fear of driving, but somehow her mother figured it out anyway. Ondine sometimes swore they could read minds, but then she rationalized that that only happened in movies.

“I’m not… I just need to do well on this math test. It’s the first of the semester and if I bomb it then I don’t know if I’ll be able to get my grade up again.”

“Well, what��s it on?”

“Pythagorean Theorem, among other things.”

“Shit.”

“Tell me about it,” Ondine said with a huff.

They were halfway down the winding dirt road that would lead them to the main road into the city when Olivia stiffened. “Stop the car!”

Ondine looked at her like she was crazy, and she most likely was. “What? Why?”

Instead of answering, Olivia leaned over and shoved the steering wheel to the right. Ondine’s eyes widened as they drove straight for a thick tree trunk, and she just barely hit the brakes in time. The sisters jolted forward. Ondine hit her nose on the wheel, squeaking in pain. At least Olivia hit her head on the dash, so she wasn't the only one who got hurt.

Gasping, her heart racing, Ondine turned to face her older sister with a gaped mouth. “The hell?! You could have killed us!”

Olivia’s breathing was shaky, her eyes darting around the surrounding woods. “I-I thought I heard something–someone. They need help.”

The younger girl scoffed, completely baffled. She slumped in her seat, raking a hand through her hair. “This is exactly why I hate driving. ‘Cause of crazy people like you.”

Her sister must have been serious, because Ondine didn't receive a slap to the arm for her remark. Olivia was still looking around, holding up her hand like she was asking for silence. After a moment she darted her eyes back to Ondine, looking concerned. “Come on, Ondine. Don’t you hear it?”

She began to get concerned, looking around like Olivia had. “No…”

“Just…” she looked conflicted, biting her lip like she always did when she was hiding something. “Just listen, okay? Listen really hard. Close your eyes–that helps a lot–and shut off all other parts of your mind.”

The desperate expression that had taken her sister's face prompted Ondine to obey. She closed her eyes, not sure what exactly she was supposed to be listening for, and waited. Nothing happened. “We’re gonna be late–”

“Listen, Ondine. This is important. I need to know…” she never finished her sentence, leaving the confused girl even more confused than before. Nevertheless, she tried so hard to hear whatever her sister was hearing.

She was growing frustrated, her brows creased in concentration. “I don’t… I…”

Trailing off, she became aware of a pain in her ears. A sharp, dull pain not strong enough to inhibit her but strong enough to cause a mild headache. Ondine focused on the stinging, zeroing in on it and blocking out everything else. That was when she heard it.

“Help! Help, please! Scott?! HELP!”

Ondine jumped in her seat, shutting the voice out as she clenched her fists. Her hazel eyes met Olivia’s, whose face looked a combination of relief and fright. “You heard it?”

“We’ve gotta help him,” Ondine said as her body moved on auto-pilot, taking the keys out of the car and swinging the door open. Olivia was quick to follow, and the two sisters trudged off into the woods, completely forgetting that school was kind of a mandatory thing.

After half an hour and no luck, Ondine looked to her sister for what to do. “Do you still hear him?”

They stopped, both winded from jogging around the sparse trees. “Yeah, but I can’t pinpoint a direction. It's just coming from around here.”

Ondine blinked dumbly. “You just gestured to the entire forest.”

“Well, you’re not being much of a help.”

“Oh, I'm sorry that I can’t control this sudden super hearing that I had no idea was your hidden talent. Seriously, what the actual fuck is this?”

No answer came, instead, Olivia ignored her and closed her eyes, concentrating. This pulled an annoyed scoff from the younger girl, who crossed her arms over her chest stubbornly. It was just her luck to be stuck wandering around the woods with no sense of direction, missing school in order to do it.

The temptation to abandon the search and leave Olivia stranded began to seem very nice, the memory of the boy’s desperate cry for help fading a bit. That was until Olivia’s eyes snapped open and the older girl began to stomp off without so much as an explanation.

As Ondine followed, she shook her head in bewilderment. Maybe she should start wearing glasses; she could have sworn Olivia’s eyes had been purple for a moment.

She caught up to her sister and looked around for any sign of anyone who needed help. “Hear anything?”

“Obviously. I wouldn't be heading in this direction if I didn’t.” Olivia rolled her eyes, pausing in her steps as another focused look crossed her face. She turned to the East, walking a bit faster than before.

Olivia latched onto Ondine’s arm, dragging her along. “I think he’s this way… we’re getting closer to our property, do you recognize this area?”

Looking around, Ondine found it very familiar. “Yeah, we’re close to that old well mom and dad told us to steer clear of.”

Her sister nodded in agreement, starting to jog while still pulling Ondine with her. The well was in sight now, and the two sisters could hear someone calling out without straining to listen. Ondine's eyes grew large as she made to sprint toward the well, but Olivia held her back.

“What? What’re you waiting for?” Ondine demanded, not knowing what to make of her sister’s thoughtful gaze. Olivia seemed to sniff the air, cringing after doing so.

“It smells like a wet dog over there,” she stated, obviously at odds with what to do.

Unlike her sister, Ondine had enough sense to not care about how the area smelled. Seriously, why was Olivia acting so weird? Shoving the older girl off, Ondine ran toward the well as fast as she could.

She rested her hands on the cool stone, leaning over to peer down inside. It was dark, but the sun’s reflection on the water below revealed a figure at the bottom. Her heart dropped into her stomach at the internal question of how she'd get him out of there.

“Hey!” Her voice echoed on the well’s damp walls. “Hey! Up here!”

The boy’s head shot up, and even far away she could see the relieved look on his face. He was wading in waist deep water from what it looked like, and his hand was clutching his side. “Scott?”

“Uh, I don’t know Scott, but I’m Ondine. I’m here with my sister. We can help you out!” She pursed her lips and peered over her shoulder. Olivia was nowhere in sight. “So, what’s your name?”

“Liam,” he shouted back, his breathing shallow. “Liam Dunbar.”

“Oh, yeah. We go to school together. You’re the new lacrosse prodigy everyone's been going on about.” She was just trying to keep a conversation until she figured out what the hell she was gonna do.

A pained grunt came from the bottom of the well, and Ondine’s heart quickened. “You’re hurt.”

“No duh. I was shoved into a well.”

Ondine’s brows vaulted. “No need to be rude.”

“Sorry. I’m sorry.” He quickly amended his statement, running a hand over his face.

“You’re forgiven.” After considering his words, the girl called out, “Someone pushed you down this well?”

“It’s… it's a long story.” Something about the way he had paused told Ondine that it was actually really simple, but Liam didn't want to talk about it.

She nodded either way, not wanting to pry. “Okay, um. I can try to go find a rope or something, but I don’t know…”

Trailing off, she heard someone approaching her. She turned to see Olivia dragging a long, thick cord behind her. She was out of breath and sweat glistened on her face as she dropped the rope next to Ondine.

“I thought you’d left,” Ondine said dryly, picking up the rope. This was surely enough to get the boy out of the well.

Olivia just shrugged, her hands resting on her hips as she said, “Have a bit more faith in me, Odi. I’m not heartless.”

“Coulda fooled me…”

“What was that?”

“I said let’s get to it.”

The sisters held their breath as they lowered one end of the rope into the well, praying that it was long enough to reach Liam. Ondine couldn’t believe it when the rope grazed the water at the bottom, whooping in victory as Olivia went to tie the other end to a nearby tree.

She leaned over the edge of the well, smiling brightly at the boy below. “You think you can climb it?”

Liam was already on his way up, answering Ondine’s question. About a minute later the top of Liam’s head popped up out of the well, and the girls each grabbed one of his arms and hauled him the rest of the way out. The three kids sat on the ground, Liam panting and trying to catch his breath. He still clutched his side, which had a nasty wound that was oozing with a yellow substance.

“You were stabbed?” Ondine exclaimed, eyes wide as she leaned toward the boy. She caught his gaze, searching his blue eyes for an explanation. She found nothing, but the way Olivia pursed her lips as she too noticed the yellow ooze showed that her older sister had a bit more insight (as always).

Liam shied away from their concerned stares, moving his hand to cover his wound. “It’s no big deal.”

All Ondine could do was gape at him. That and conclude that this kid was crazy. “No big— You. Were. Stabbed.”

“I’m aware, thank you,” Liam snarked, casting his gaze on the ground to avoid the girl’s prying eyes.

“We’ve gotta get you to the hospital—”

“No,” Olivia cut her off, pushing herself to her feet. “We need to take him to mom.”

While her little sister argued her point, Olivia made sure her face was out of Ondine’s view and locked eyes with the young boy. His confused gaze dropped into one of pure shock when her eyes glowed purple. Liam didn’t know what she was, but he had wolfsbane running through him, so he didn’t have many options.

“Okay,” Liam said, much to Ondine’s surprise. “Let’s go see your mom.”

The older sister reached out her hand to Liam, who accepted it and leaned against her as they hobbled back to the truck. Ondine watched them go with a dumbfounded expression. “What?”

****

Giorgia Beck examined the wound with careful eyes, aware that the boy was watching her just as warily. Her two daughters stood close by, one oblivious to what this boy was and the other ready to strike the moment the werewolf made a wrong move.

She stepped back, sighing through her nose. As much as she despised werewolves, she couldn’t let this one die. He was young, newly bitten from what she could tell. He hadn’t wronged her. Yet.

“I can't help you,” Giorgia announced, making Liam’s jaw set in frustration. “But, I know who can.”

She turned around, her eyes finding her youngest daughter immediately. “Ondine, go find him some dry clothes.”

The daughter didn’t move at first, her eyes grazing across each of them before she hesitantly made her way out the door.

Now alone, Giorgia and Olivia found it safe to interrogate the werewolf. They stood before him, harsh glares set on Liam. He swallowed hard, nervous and unsure what to do in the face of two unknown creatures.

“What were you doing on our property?”

“Trust me, I didn’t want to be dumped in your well.”

“I should hope not,” Giorgia replied. “I won’t be seeing you on Beck land again, correct?”

“Yeah.” Liam nodded quickly, looking from one female to the other. “You’ll never see me here again.”

A gentle smile came to the mother’s face as she patted his shoulder once. “Glad to hear it. I don't want stray dogs running around my home.”

The blood drained from Liam’s face. His eyes darted to the open door, and he hoped that the girl from before would hurry back. From what it looked like her family doesn't want her to know that they’re… whatever they are.

Giorgia must have found his fright amusing, a grin coming to her face. “Don’t worry. We’re not going to hurt you. Now come along, Olivia will drive you to the veterinarian.”

Liam pulled a face, not knowing if she was teasing him or not. Then he remembered that Scott had mentioned his boss, Dr. Deaton, who was a special kind of veterinarian. Just to be sure, he asked, “You know Deaton?”

“Yes, now hurry. That wolfsbane is getting close to your heart.”

****

“Why won’t you let me come?” Ondine demanded to know, arms crossed over her chest as she watched Olivia help Liam into the truck. They were taking him to a hospital after all, or so Giorgia said. Her older sister shot her a glare, obviously not in the mood to deal with her questions.

“Because mom said so. Sorry.”

The unsatisfactory answer left Ondine fuming. She shot Liam a dark look, softening when she saw how exhausted he looked. Liam’s eyes were squeezed shut, his face contorted in uncomfort. His wound must’ve been infected, that’s probably why there was that yellow ooze.

She turned back to her sister, who was starting the truck. It growled to life, the volume ringing in Ondine’s ears. “I know you guys are hiding something from me. I don’t know why, but I’ll find out what it is sooner or later.”

Olivia acted like she couldn’t hear, backing out of the garage with an insincere grin. Ondine watched the truck until it was out of view, then she stormed inside to see what information she could get out of her mother.

“Mom!” She called out, stomping around the house in search of the woman. She found Giorgia in her study, organizing her sticky notes.

Ondine and her mother were similar in many ways, from their identical dark brown hair and hazel eyes to their borderline obsession with pretty stationary. Collectively the mother and daughter probably had enough paper clips to supply Office Depot for a month.

The girl stood in the doorway, her eyes narrowed in determination. Different ways to start this conversation drifted through her mind, until she finally blurted, “Are we superheroes?”

Her mother paused, looking up from a set of Star Wars post its to stare at Ondine, before she burst into a fit of laughter. “What do you mean, Lovie?”

“Today Olivia was able to hear that boy crying for help… but he was at the bottom of the old well.” Ondine crossed the room to stand before her mother. “We weren’t anywhere near the well. And then I was able to hear him too when I focused. The way Olivia was talking… it felt like she was testing me.”

All humor had left Giorgia’s face. “Well, we’re not superheroes. That’s ridiculous.”

“So it was a test?” Ondine knew she’d caught her mother in a long string of lies. “You’ve been lying to me for a while. Like those camping trips you and Olivia take every month, you never let me come along. I just don’t get it. Do you not trust me?”

Her voice had lowered a considerable amount, a vulnerable edge to it that made Giorgia’s eyes soften. She rested a hand on Ondine’s shoulder like she had with Liam, holding the young girl’s gaze.

“I do trust you, and someday you’ll be let in on the secret. Then you’ll be able to join our camping trips, but they’re not as fun as they seem, trust me.” Her eyes darkened as she said it, but as soon as Ondine noticed it she blinked and the darkness was gone. “Can you trust me for just a bit longer? I promise, when the time is right, I’ll answer every one of your questions.”

“When will the time be right?”

A beat passed where her mother seemed to consider her words carefully. “February 1st.”

A pit grew in Ondine’s stomach. “My birthday?”

Giorgia nodded with a slight smile, then told Ondine to go to her room. She and Olivia were grounded for skipping school, even if they had done it for a good reason.

The words her mother had said echoed in Ondine’s mind all evening and into the next day. What was so special about her sixteenth birthday?

****

Liam sat on Scott’s bed, explaining all that had happened that day to his alpha and Stiles.

“Purple eyes?” Stiles reiterated, cocking an eyebrow at the beta.

“Yeah,” Liam said in a daze, remembering how hypnotizing the girl’s eyes had been. When she flashed them at him, Liam had felt compelled to do whatever she wanted, no matter the cost. It was a terrifying feeling. “A-And she smelled like sea water. But not a perfume kinda smell. It was the kind of scent we pick up when other werewolves are around… but salty. Am I making sense?”

“Sort of,” Scott said with a shrug. “So she had purple eyes and smelled like salt water. Anything else?”

Liam nodded immediately, thinking about the pretty girl he’d first seen from down in the well. He remembered spying her in some of his classes in school, but she never talked to anyone and sat way in the back. “The other girl smelled like sea water too. But I don’t think she knows her family isn’t human.”

The two older boys mulled over what Liam had told them, wondering what exactly these girls could be. Stiles was the one to break the silence. “Did you get a name while you were there?”

That was the part that Liam had been waiting to tell them. “Yeah, they were the Becks. You know, the ones that live way out in the woods. The well Garret dumped me in was on their property. Let me tell you, the mother was not happy I was there. Apparently the Becks aren’t too friendly to werewolves.”

“Beck? They were on the second part of the Dead Pool,” Stiles pointed out. “Olivia Beck is in our grade.”

“And Ondine Beck’s in mine.”

“Mr. Beck works at the hospital,” Scott added. “But he’s not on the list. It’s just the three girls.”

“The only Beck that no one ever sees is the mother,” Stiles said, mulling it all over.

Liam looked anxiously from Stiles to Scott to Stiles again. “So? Any ideas as to what they are?”

“Not one.”

“But they’re definitely something.”

They fell into thoughtful silence, then Stiles, always the quicker one, snapped his fingers to announce he had an idea. “You said one of them is in your grade?”

“Yeah?”

A grin came to the spaz’s face, and he clapped Liam on the back. “Then it’s time you made friends with a possibly dangerous supernatural creature. Think of this as initiation.”

“Oh… great.”

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