#he keeps almost doing it and goes ‘… no i can’t let her eat human…’

[aka-indulgence]

Made another Bob Velseb drabble… thing. Idk why I was suddenly inspired, I just was > < It’s a lil thing where he comes to take care of you a little while you’re sick in the winter, while it’s snowing, late at night /w\ hehe

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It’s snowing pretty hard out, and your bed is placed next to the windows. You’ve drawn the curtains, as if it was going to protect you from the chill outside. Huddled in your blankets, trying your best to force yourself to sleep, through the headache.

It’s pretty damn hard to do.

…

Especially when you hear some hard knocks on your apartment door. In this late night.

“Mmnerghhh,” you grumble, giving the doorway an irritated look. You are not getting up from your bed. Who was it anyway?

You tried not to let your mind run wild at whatever spooky monster had crawled its way to your door, from all the rumors you’ve heard around the town. Especially when an acquaintance you had couldn’t resist introducing you to the scariest ones when they found out you were a newcomer.

Thanks, Luna. You thought sarcastically to yourself, Real helpful for the newcomer who lives alone.

It’s probably nothing anyway. Though you struggle with a proper explanation, since.. you didn’t really know your neighbors.

Tried to ignore it.

… The knocks were back.

Fuuuck.

“Who??” You try your best to keep the irritation out of your voice, and physically cringe at how raspy your throat sounds. “Is it???”

Silence hangs for a moment. You’re about to start cursing, you didn’t have TIME for this, when a voice answers.

A familiar one.

“.... ‘s Bob.” His baritone voice answers.

It startles you to alertness, eyes opening wide, looking at the doorway. It’s a good thing you didn’t curse immediately, you would be very panicked right about now.

“O-oh, c… comingng!” You say, the ‘ng’ sounding stuffy. You had the problem of getting out of your bed… the heater was warm, sure, but it felt as if anything was cold when you were sick. Especially in winter… while it’s snowing…

You decided to try to walk barefooted towards the door, stepping over the carpet threshold onto the tiled floor.

Bad idea- you made a very unattractive yelp when your delicate foot touched the icy cold floor (probably not that cold if you weren’t sick, you note). You mumbled incoherently, putting your feet in your fluffy slippers and shuffling towards the door.

You have little brain-power, some of it going to the thoughts of What if he’s confronting me about giving him late notice on your absence? Maybe this is why he worked alone-

You don’t hesitate to open the door, however. You blink confusedly, looking at a wall of red before you remember right. Have to look up to look at his face, before doing just that. Bob is… looming over you a little bit, eyes narrowing as he looks at you. Puffy eyes, stuffy nose, blanket wrapped around you, making you look like a cloaked grandma.

The question that comes after a moment of silence surprises you with how warm with concern it was. “Are you ok?”

“Yes I am, don’t worry about me, just… cold.” You explain easily, “... I mean I’m cold, but I also have a cold… but it’s fine, I’ll… I’ll try to come to work tomorrow.”

… You shivered.

He looks unimpressed. Although… you aren’t sure how you’d read his expression, right now.

“... Let me in.”

It comes as an order, rather than a request.

You… you weren’t prepared for that, and all too quickly the word “Yes,” tumbles out of your mouth.

Bob opens the door wider. And maybe, if you had the clarity of mind, you’d start to feel pretty awkward, having invited your boss into your modest apartment while you were poorly, but. You didn’t have that right now, and simply hobbled back closer to the warmth of your heater, in your bedroom. Your boss(/friend????) walked in after you, his footsteps heavy.

“I’m sorry… ‘bout the late… message,” you muttered, “I don’t think it’d be good to work like this, and I didn’t have energy to talk it with you this morning and just passed out…”

Bob is silent as you try to explain yourself.

“.... Are you firing me?” You turned to look at him as you stand in the bedroom, your brain too headachey to think about how odd it was that you had this big man in your bedroom… not that you don’t trust him. Just, odd.

You don’t see the weird face he makes.

“No. You’re sick.”

Hm… why does he look so angry then? … no that’s a look of concern.

“I’m… mean not tuh be rude…” you say, as you feel your legs aching, sitting back on the bed. “Why’re you here, Bob?”

“To check on you,” he explains simply.

“Awh… that’s very nice of you,” you say, unintentionally interrupting something that he looked like he was about to say. “It’s not that bad, just-”

Itchy.

Ah.. ah…

“ACHOO!” you sneezed, quite violently in fact, that your whole body shaked and snot was dribbling down your nose. Wonderfull, (Y/n), you looked great in front of your boss. Curse this window right now… you could feel the chill when you bring your hand to it. You ungraciously feel around for the box of tissues beside your bed, and furiously wipe away your snot. The trash bin you’ve moved closer to your bed was almost full.

You look at Bob… then start shrinking into your blanket. You must look like garbage right now- not a look you wanted him to see.

“... Sorry.”

The man only shakes his head, asking “Have you eaten?”

“Mm… sure…” You nod your head at the yet-to-be-cleaned table just beside of him. Microwaved, ready to serve food, that.. didn’t taste very good. You needed something warm, something that tasted good even if your taste buds decided to take sick-leave.

It was not that.

“... Darlin’,” your brain doesn’t even process the nickname, “No.”

He looks at you disapprovingly. As if on cue, your stomach starts grumbling, and you shift uncomfortably in your bed.

“Was a good idea I came here, then…” He puts his hand in his coat pocket (he hadn’t taken it off)... producing a tupperware.

You sit up straighter.

“What’zat?”

“Stew.” He answers simply, then smiling secretively, adds “Beef stew.”

He smiles wider (but not eerily so!) when he sees how your eyes start to regain it’s sparkle, looking at it. Maybe you even start to drool when he opens it up, and the delicious scent starts wafting in the air.

“Whoa…” You wipe your mouth with sleeve. If he noticed it, he doesn’t mention it. “That smells heavenly… … did, did you make this for me?”

Bob chuckles, that warm chuckle that made you feel… something, when he did. “Yeah. Can’t have my only waitress sick… need her back as soon as possible, hm?”

Your cheeks warmed, at the idea of mm, stew, and that Bob was being such a sweetheart. You thank him, as you take the stew into your hands (wonderfully warm… wonderfully fragrant…), dipping the spoon he’d so kindly offered you to taste.

“Fuck… this is so good!” you moan a little at the taste, “Burger isn’t the only thing you’re good at, huh?”

“It’s… anything with meat, really,” his eyes cast to the side, eyes giddy about… something. He takes off his coat, revealing more of his signature red sweater, putting it on a clothes hanger, and… you notice, as you slurp your soup, the snow starting to melt off it. You open your mouth to mention it, the winds howling out the window, but it’s Bob that talks first.

“I can make other stuff too, if you’d like…”

“Oh, would I!”

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Bob was happy to see the color flooding your cheeks again, (he always enjoyed watching blood rushing…) and you looked less miserable while he talked with you. You shivered less, too. Eventually you went quiet, and it took a while before he noticed that you’d fallen asleep, head on your pillow.

Eyes softening, he pulled a blanket over you. By the stars, he thought you looked cute. Your cheeks were slightly pink, even if your nose was redder. You were snoring very quietly that it sounded cute. He chuckles to himself, pulling the blanket up over you, tucking you in.

He wouldn’t have pegged himself for a guy who liked… soft things. Sure he… liked soft meat, but he also found out he liked soft bodies. Soft, warm bodies. Body.

This one.

He lets his hand reach for your cheek, running the back of his finger up and down your cheek. Such delicate skin… so warm. Perhaps that was a slight fever, but it felt nice to touch in the chill.

It’d be laughably easy to break it. … but he doesn’t let his claws scratch you up. And he doesn’t even think about the knives he has on his belt.

Never this one. He thinks to himself. This one’s mine.

He stands up, wondering to himself if he could just… settle into your bed and wrap himself around you, but thinks better of it. Let her rest. He should probably leave now.

… But.

The snow wasn’t letting up soon.

And his house was a bit far away.

And the chair looks mighty comfy, right about now.

He could leave, but then your door would be unlocked and the thoughts of someone else bad that could walk in here puts a bad taste on his tongue, like bad meat. And he definitely isn’t willing to wake up the sleeping little thing in front of him…

So to the chair he goes. It creaks under his weight, grunting as he settles into it. He closes his eyes for a moment, before opening one, to look at you again.

… Yeah. This was much nicer than having to go home alone, where there wasn’t any adorable little things to look at.

[thee-horny-thicky]

Worship

A/N: This season has made me simp for both Akaza and Douma, so here's a smutty headcanon thing.

Akaza and Douma cannot stand each other. They’re complete opposites in almost every way, especially when it comes to their treatment of women. Akaza believes them to be untouchable, while Douma thinks that the most delectable flesh comes from beautiful young women.

However, they do have a single thing in common. Both men are huge fans of worshipping their partner’s body, in their own unique ways.

You see, both demon’s ideology steams from their adoration for women. Douma, being an egotistic hedonist, indulges his love for them by devouring their bodies, in my ways than one.

He enjoys making his partner feels good, as it's another way for his ego to be fed. Not only does he like their reactions, but he loves the taste of pussy. Yours in particular. He's a munch, your honor.

Getting a taste of your slick is a daily requirement, and when he's particularly desperate, he'll fall to his knees and pleasure you where you stand.

Given his sadistic streak, he adores blending pain and pleasure together. He’ll tie you up to make sure you can’t run from him, and when he’s feeling particularly cruel, he may blindfold you, so you won’t be able to guess his next move. The one thing he’ll never do, though, is gag you. He adores hearing your noises too much for that. He likes seeing you be pathetic, so he’s a huge fan of edging. He’ll play with you until you’re on the brink of orgasm, then stop his motions until you’re begging for him to let you cum. And once he does, he switches from edging to overstimulation. He’s a demon with stamina a human can only dream of, and he’ll keep going until you’re sobbing for him to stop. Often, you two are at it until the sun is peaking over the horizon.

And if you make him upset, he has an array of paddles and whips to spank you with.

On the flip side, Akaza despises the idea of inflicting pain onto women, making them completely off-limits when it comes to killing. When it comes to sex, he’ll treat you like the most precious thing in the world and draw orgasm after orgasm from you. He has a hard time expressing his emotions, so sex is his way of showing his love for you.

The only way he’ll taste a woman is when he goes down on her, and like any good munch, he’ll be licking and sucking for a while. His favorite way to eat you is when you’re resting on your forearms, ass propped in the air, and pussy on display. It gives him a great view of your glistening folds and throbbing clit, and when your pussy starts to get too sensitive from coming too many times, he’ll allow his tongue to venture to your ass. As taboo as it is, it makes you feel good, which is all he cares about. He doesn’t look like Sukuna for nothing.

Only when you’re well-prepared will he fuck you. He’s inhumanly large, and if you aren’t well-stretched and very lubricated, you have no hope of taking him. He’ll refuse to fuck you if your pussy isn’t dripping with your juices because God forbid that he hurts you.  There’s a reason those pants are baggy.  

Not only is his dick inhumane in size, but in appearance, too. His shaft has bulging veins and ridges that offer you some delicious stimulation. Instead of doming off, his cockhead is more of a pointed tip, providing you with an interesting sensation as he pounds into you. His unique additions make him even harder to take. But though the stretch may be a little painful, once you’re adjusted, he’ll have you drooling and cock drunk in no time ♥️

A/N: I might write a proper threesome with them because I'm down BAD 😩

[allmightluver]

Hey hi hello would you happen to have some toshi crumbs you'd be willing to share with the class? I'm hyperfixated on MHA again and I love him so so much.

Hehehe welcome back to Toshi Hell 😈

Hmm, some more head canons? I’m assuming that’s what you meant? If not let me know later but here’s one at least! (If you have a specific topic, I can do that too)

Toshinori is a bit of a Disney princess. By that I mean that animals are naturally drawn to him. They can sense his kind spirit and trust him easily, which comes in handy when you’re rescuing cats out of trees. Even wild animals can pick up on it.

Say he’s in a park feeding birds. Then one lands on his shoulder. He smiles at it but doesn’t move to shake it off. Then suddenly there’s another. And another. Until every inch of standing space is taken and he’s completely covered with birds all singing and whistling in his ears. They only leave when he stands from the bench to leave. But a few follow him and perch on his shoulders again as he walks.

This hasn’t changed with his declining health. One of the few things that remained the same. Even though his outward appearance is half-hazard at best, nature doesn’t treat him any different. They still see his heart. His soul.

No life is better than another. Whether you’re a mighty cedar standing tall in the forest or a tiny caterpillar just emerging from its egg. Every life has meaning and value. Toshinori deeply believes that. Unless you’re a mosquito. He’d be the one in the alleyway feeding a mother cat his leftovers so she in turn can feed her kittens. He never eats much, and the portions at restaurants are way too big for him. He could take them home and eat them later, but if he finds a hungry stray along the way, then his leftovers are put to better use.

Knowing him, he probably funds several animal shelters and humane societies when possible. Maybe he pays for an expensive surgery for a family dog. Or maybe he goes out and purchases food by the truckload for the animals. Buys more land to expand the shelters, wildlife/nature reserves, Etc.

Toshinori would love a pet, but he worries he wouldn’t have time for it. Or be able to say no to any animal on his doorstep. Especially with his health and problems that arise. They should be with a loving family that can give them the attention they need. That doesn’t stop people’s pets from seeking him out while walking on the street or visiting someone’s home.

In his old age, he loves to visit nature reserves and garden centers. Sitting on a bench on a pathway through the woods, he’s visited by the creatures of the forest who never seem to see him as a threat. He can heal almost any plant, and then gives them to a good home. (He can’t keep all of them).

Wherever Toshi goes, there’s always a trail of animals following close behind him.

[theriu]

River Reads Midnight Sun

Chapter 3: Risk

In which Ed struggles with his Plot-driven feelings and Bella is almost squashed like a bug.

<-Chapter 2

(NOTE: So it occurs to me that I’ve not been clear about how hard Edward has been working to do the right thing these past couple chapters. While he has his faults, Edward and his vampire family have sworn off eating or killing humans, and he very much does NOT want to kill and eat Bella, morally speaking. He’s struggling against unusually strong vampiric urges her smell is setting off in his system, and the question of whether he should run away from his Found Family and avoid Bella for her safety, uproot his whole family from their current home if they choose to go with him, or face and overcome this trial, the face of whom the Plot has unfairly branded onto his brain. Also, Alice and Carlisle have been very supportive yet sensible, and I love them unironically.

Okay, got that off my chest! Now we can get back to mocking the teenage angst!)

So the opening scene of this chapter is genuinely nice, in my opinion. Edward and Dad Carlisle go hunting together (deer, because this family only drinks animal blood), and we get a little review of Carlisle’s concern and understanding a week ago when Ed had to leave (including how he let Ed take his car). Carlisle seems a genuinely good person (and a doctor) who fully supports Ed doing whatever is necessary to stay sane and keep from taking a life, even encouraging him to leave if that’s what it takes (despite how much they would miss him). He checks with Edward that coming back isn’t just about Ed’s pride. He’s even openly willing to go with Ed and start over somewhere else if it will spare a needless death while letting their family stay together. +100 Dad Points, Carlisle gets an award for top tier dadding.

Of course, Ed can’t quite put into words for Carlisle WHY he is now so determined to stay, other than it not being pride anymore. This is probably because it is difficult for a protagonist to describe the irresistible pull of The Plot on his affections and sensibilities. The scene changes as they go gallivanting into the woods, and Ed, now fat and unhappy on deer blood, chills by an icy river and spends more time pondering why he cares so much about this girl and why he is risking her life by staying.

I find it hilarious that HE keeps noting how his feelings make no sense. Why does he care about this girl? What about her draws him to her? Why is he unable to think about anything but her? GREAT QUESTIONS, ED! IF ONLY THE ANSWER WASN’T “YOU’RE IN A PARANORMAL ROMANCE”! The poor boy doesn't know what powers he is truly struggling against, even as he considers such self-aware drivers as his “obsessive curiosity” and “unsatisfied appetite.” However, he DOES decide he is going to follow Carlisle’s advice and leave after one more day, because he DOES want to be responsible and selfless! A fruitless determination, no doubt, but let’s give the guy some credit: That was a valiant effort to resist the unstoppable hands of plot-fate.

When he goes back to the house, he chats with Alice, who once again foresees him planning to leave. She doesn’t want him to, and NOT for romantic reasons but out of genuine sister/friend love. They have a moment of mental movie time watching her highly scattered visions about him, wherein she predicts his life is at a crossroads. He makes a joke about her sounding like a carnival fortuneteller, which is actually a good jab, well done Ed. He and Alice go get ready for school, with her still openly sad that he might leave again and making sure he knows she will miss him if he has to go. ALICE AND CARLISLE ARE REALLY NICE OKAY, HUZZAH FOR LIKEABLE CHARACTERS

Off they go to school! During which drive we learn Rosalie and Emmett are sickeningly in love, which…did NOT seem apparent in the first two chapters. Seriously, they've barely interacted onscreen so far, and Ed only mentioned that Alice and Jasper are a thing, so these two staring adoringly into each others’ eyes felt a bit outta left field. Turns out the other six vamps in this family are paired off in sweet adorable couples and Ed is the self-proclaimed grumpy old man, which amuses me greatly. Of course, Singleness Is Bad, so naturally Ed will find his soulmate, even if The Plot has to ram feelings of attraction for her down his cerebral cortex!

As the others head into school, Ed and Alice hang out by their car to watch Bella drive into the parking lot. Bella is obviously very nervous about snow-driving, which Ed realizes must mean she is Serious and Responsible. Ed finds her worry and Bambi-like clumsiness on the ice endearing, and notes when her snow tire seems to make her emotional. (???) 

Ed is working himself up to possibly go talk to her, which would be unwise and bad probably, when suddenly Alice has a VISION OF DOOM!!! In SECONDS, a van will come careening into the parking lot, and Bella will be CRUSHED LIKE A BUG!!! Woe!!! Calamity!!! Convenient!!! (Seriously, what are the odds someone would have a life-ending car accident in THIS school parking lot with ACTUAL vampire students watching, and of course the target is one vampire’s new obsession? I don’t care what the OC shows have taught us, fatal car accidents on school grounds are NOT common enough for this.)

So Ed ROCKETS into action, SWOOPING her out of the way in the nick of time! But oh no, the van is bouncing back towards them again! He’s risking exposure already, but dangit, this homicidal vehicle shall not take the girl! Edward grabs it and is slammed back, leaving a nice imprint of his shoulders on another car for his trouble. And NOW he’s stuck holding the van up because if he lets go, Bella will probably lose her legs under the tires.

Ed is so done with everything by this point, resulting in my favorite line of the book so far:

“Oh, for the love of all that was holy, would the catastrophes never end?!”

(Dangit, Ed, why can’t you always be this relatable)

Fortunately, between supermanning the van and Bella into safer positions and panicking over Bella having bonked her head on the ice, he’s able to resist his homicidal cravings, even when he tucks her neatly against him. Now he notices she is alert and seems mostly okay aside from the head bonk. To his consternation, however, she immediately asks how the heck he got over here so fast. Ed lies like a professional and badly wants to get her to Carlisle, who has ACTUAL medical experience as opposed to Ed’s “theoretical medical study” (so that answers the question of how useful Ed’s two medical degrees are). 

Despite them lying under two vehicles on ice (and Bella complaining that it’s cold when he won’t let her try and crawl out because she could have a neck injury, which YES THAT IS A REASONABLE CONCERN BELLA), Bella chooses this time to call Ed’s bluff. She is DARN CERTAIN he was OVER THERE and NOT right next to her, and Ed is NOT convincing her otherwise. He finally gets her to shush by promising to explain it later, all the while plotting to use her possible head injury to gaslight the heck out of her and everybody else into believing he was definitely standing right beside her and didn’t practically teleport.

People finally get the van away from the trapped duo, and Ed knows the registered nurse who pops up. He discloses Bella’s head injury to said nurse, and Bella acts BETRAYED, reminding Ed that she likes to suffer in silence, to which I say BELLA, POSSIBLE CONCUSSIONS ARE NOT THE KIND OF SUFFERING YOU DO IN SILENCE!!! The girl needs her head checked in MULTIPLE ways!

As Bella is humiliated over enduring standard medical care after an accident, Ed uses his foot to rearrange the reverse sculpture of his shoulders in the other car. Then Bella’s dad, the chief of police, shows up, justifiably freaked out, and Ed realizes how accurate it was when Alice said killing his only daughter would kill him. (AWW!!!) Ooo, ALSO, Ed notices Charlie Swan’s thoughts are a little hard to read! Not as much as Bella’s, but it seems this cerebral lead lining against mind radar is genetic? And here he thought Charlie was slow in the head! (Ed gets +2 points for noting that HE (Ed) was the slow one for assuming that and never noticing he actually just couldn’t hear Charlie’s thoughts clearly.)

Anyhoo, they get to the hospital, and Ed keeps a mental eye on Bella via the paramedics while he finds Carlisle. He’s ashamed he might have revealed their secret, but Carlisle is just proud of him for doing the right thing and saving the girl’s life. THEY HUG! Carlisle is the BEST, guys!!! 

After a chuckle about the irony that Ed ended up protecting the girl he was afraid he’d hurt (and Ed quietly angsting about how likely he still is to hurt her), Carlisle goes to check on Bella. Ed fidgets and watches Hospital Brainwaves TV for a while, so despite the agonizing wait, he has plenty of entertainment. Tyler, the van driver, is hurt bad and feels horrible that he almost smashed Bella, and won’t stop apologizing. To Ed’s relief, Bella is sticking to the story Edward gave about his standing right next to her, even though Tyler also didn’t see him. Ed hears Bella say his name for the first time, via Tyler’s thought-ears (???), and wishes he could hear it with his own ears! He also notices Tyler thinking about asking Bella on a date to make up for the near-death experience, and that is somehow so VERY dumb and also feels accurate to how some high school guys might think, so I can’t really argue with it. Ed, naturally, continues to struggle with the realization that his understanding of his own emotions is nowhere near as comprehensive as he’s believed for the past century.

Ed and Carlisle soon have a brief chat over Bella’s X-rays; she’s fine, although Carlisle notes how many healed fractures her skull has and jokes about how often her mom dropped her as a baby. (No, the jokes are too easy, I mustn't. He’s already claimed the best one anyway.) Ed goes on ahead to smooth things over with Bella, who is impatiently pretending to sleep in hopes Tyler will stop apologizing. She also manages to be pouty that Ed didn’t also have to endure the humiliation of a stretcher, be impatient about being asked about her head again, and deny to Carlisle that her head bump feels tender. Ed, who isn't at ALL influenced by his inexplicable sense of attraction to this girl, determines that because she doesn't like to show weakness, she is Brave. I might argue that she is showing more signs of being a self-focused pity-partyer who thinks she knows better than medical professionals and has low tolerance for petty annoyances, but who am I to disagree with the male protagonist?

Bella is released to go home with her dad, which she…doesn’t want to do? Is it going home or being with her dad that bothers her? Between being annoyed at Tyler for his understandable (if repetitive) remorse, being annoyed Edward didn’t have to be fussed over by hospital staff like she did, and apparently not wanting to hang out with her clearly concerned father, she isn’t doing the best job of earning that Selfless tag Ed gave her last chapter. She’s also highly embarrassed that, as Carlisle puts it, “most of the school seems to be in the waiting room.” Ed, on the other hand, is pleased he guessed her reaction correctly. (He’s also envious that Carlisle can touch her like a normal person and not be tempted to eat her like Ed is, but he doesn’t make it awkward. Apparently different vampires don't find the same human hyperdelicious, which is definitely a positive.)

Naturally, Bella is determined to talk about what REALLY happened before she goes home. Ed, once again gripped by the struggle of not eating her, agrees to talk it out in private. It’s time for Vampire Gaslighting! He’s determined to be mean and a jerk and make her disbelieve her own senses (despite aching for her to trust him), and then he will disappear from her life forever. It starts out pretty well, with him being cold enough that she drops her tough girl act. However, she’s still pretty dang determined and reveals just how much SUPER WEIRD STUFF she DEFINITELY NOTICED, like him leaving dents in multiple vehicles but being fine as sunshine!

Ed’s getting a bit nervous at this point and doubles down on the dismissive act, but then she startles him by saying she’s not going to tell anyone. Regaining his footing, he wants to know why it matters, then. She says she doesn't like lying, so she’d rather know the reason why she’s lying for him. I’m given brief The Princess Bride vibes as Ed essentially tells her “get used to disappointment.” 

They scowl at each other for a bit, until finally she, once again more annoyed than self-preserving, wonders why he even bothered to save her. To which he gives what he feels is his first honest reply of this conversation: "I don't know." With that, he ends the discussion by walking off dramatically, as one does.

AND SCENE!

I'd say this chapter was more interesting than the last two! Carlisle is a gem, I am ALWAYS down for a positive and supportive dad character and I will fight for this compassionate good-humored doctorpire. The exposition was SLIGHTLY less focused on Ed’s INNER TURMOIL thanks to the action scene, but don’t worry, there was still plenty of inner turmoil. Bella continues to act contrary to the definitions Ed labels her with, although I can kinda respect her refusing to be gaslighted and standing firm on what she knew she’d seen. Despite Ed’s numerous declarations that today would certainly be the last day he sees her, however, I do not hold out much hope for his success.

As we leave this chapter, here’s my recreation of the “small list” Edward is reportedly keeping of Bella’s character traits! I sure can’t wait to see what else gets added in the coming days!

Ed’s Questionable Bella Vocab List:

Advanced (See Also: Intelligent For A Human)

Selfless (See Also: Martyr)

Fascinating (See Also: Interesting, Not Like Other Humans)

Discerning (See Also: Intuitive, Perceptive)

Amusing

Serious

Responsible

Brave

Chapter 4-> (Coming Soon)

[imasadboi]

Raise The Stakes

Next

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CW: Blood, violence, stalking, kidnapping, death, vampirism, sex, blood drinking, drugging (with blood), ooc Leon, cutting (palm), (more to be added as series goes on).

Summary: Leon, a vampire turned against his will, believes he can get everything he lost through you. He will have you, not even your fiancé would deter him.

Word Count: 1,257

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That night still rings in his mind like discordant notes—the night he was turned. His gums ache and his hands clench into tight fists as the memory threatens to replay in detail. All it took for his family to be lost to the hands of Death was a rogue vampire, a spawn of the Devil. By the cruel hands of fate, he was spared and awoke to the grim sight of his mother’s throat torn to shreds and bloodied. His father had his head torn from his body, the bone sticking out from the gaping wound. His younger sister’s body was nowhere to be found—at first. It wasn’t even a short walk down the road until he saw the way that beast had torn his beloved sister’s dress apart before doing the same to her mortal flesh. He cried out in agony at what had befallen his poor family.

Worst of all, the scent of iron hung cloyingly in the air. His new hunger was made known to him in brutal fashion. His mind was befuddled, as both human and beastly instincts fought to dominate his actions. As his new instincts took over, his nails elongated almost painfully from the roots. His canines grew longer causing his gums to chafe from the rapid growth. Senses heightened and everything became too much at once; The thought to give in crossed his mind at that moment.

But the one thing that held him true despite his entire being changing; rage. Pure, unadulterated rage. Whether God had decided to show him mercy that night or not, it was due to this feeling that kept him tethered to his humanity. Even through unabating hunger and lines of drool slipping down his chin, he steadily buried each family member. As he sought to repair the wreckage of his family home, he noticed the silver chain that lay on the floor, its only pendant, a dainty cross. His fingers burned upon contact, before he ripped a piece of cloth from his already torn shirt and picked it up. He held it close to him for a moment before pocketing it. He wouldn’t rest until that vampire had paid for what he’d done.

Leon regains his bearings as he’s finally released from the memories of his past. From his palms, rivulets of blood flow freely. He quickly rids himself of his tight grip, nails no longer digging into soft flesh. He grimaces at how he’s let 100 years slip by without any progress. Sure, he’s hunted down other vampires yet the one he looks for never seems to be around. He shakes his head in frustration, his obsession beginning to crawl back into his mind like a decrepit parasite when a wave of nausea washes over him. Hunger. How long ago did he feed? He can’t recall. Time no longer ties him to this plane of existence. What would be the point in keeping track of the seasons, of the sun rising and falling when he can no longer feel its rays on his skin—skin that’s become paler with each passing day.

He grimaces how foreign his thoughts have become, how less human he’s become. But now’s not the time to be thinking of his ever fading humanity. He needs to eat. All he really needs is himself, so he gets up from the throne he’s sat on. He dusts off imaginary dirt from his lap and sets off to find yet another poor animal to claim as his victim. If there was one thing he’d swore never to do was feed on a human. 

Can’t really uphold that promise if I keep starving myself, he thinks. I wonder if it’ll be wolves or unsuspecting deer on the menu tonight. 

Finally out of the castle—one that was so graciously empty—his eyes linger onto the forest that lies ahead. Just as he’s about to take a step, he hears hushed voices. Part of him feels annoyed that someone’s decided trespassing was a suitable nighttime activity but his curiosity also gets the best of him. He makes his way towards the voices, keeping to the shadows. 

“We really shouldn’t be out here,” a voice says quietly, yet with the night so hushed, they might as well have been yelling. 

“We’ll be fine, you know you don’t have to be scared with me around, right?”

Leon hears the hesitance in the other’s voice just before they speak, “I know but there’s been more animal attacks as of lately. I don’t want anything bad to happen.”

“You have such an imagination, but that’s what I’ve always liked about you. I didn’t want us to miss this chance to be together with all the wedding planning that’s been going on. I’ve missed you. Missed us being alone together.”

Leon feels a pang of jealousy as his confliction has yet again robbed him of something so precious. Something he as a vampire will never get to have again. He moves to get a closer look at the couple before him when he carelessly steps on a layward branch. He holds his breath, more  out of habit than anything, as he quickly moves to obscure himself.

“Did you hear that?” The first voice asks.

“Hear what?” Leon hopes the second person might convince the both of them to continue with their walk but the first voice pipes in again.

“Is anybody there?” Leon decides to keep quiet, hoping they both lose interest.

“See, it was nothing, let’s just keep walking. We only have so much time before we have to head back.”

Leon listens to the pair of footsteps walk away but that ache in his chest doesn’t seem to go away.

Would it really be so bad to keep an eye on them? Leon deliberates as his feet follow after them, I just have to make sure they stay safe. He doesn’t know what he’s trying to convince himself of, the morality of stalking after a couple or if he’s really doing this with their best interest at heart. 

He follows them for some time, keeping a good few paces behind so as to not arouse suspicion. It’s only when they stop to settle down in the grass does he catch sight of them both. The first he sees is a man, dark-haired and brown-eyed. He’s got a smile on his face as he talks to his partner, you. 

The moon hangs high in the sky and perfectly illuminates your being to Leon. His eyes widen a fraction as he takes in your appearance. The smile you reflect back at your partner tugs at his heart. He can’t help but want it for himself. He’d do anything to have it all for himself. A feeling cements itself in his brain, he had everything he loved taken away from him in an instant. But you, he could have you, right? It doesn’t matter that you’re engaged to be married.

You would be his, no matter what it took. But acting too hastily is ill-advised, he knows capturing you had to be done with care and planning. And most of all, he had to make sure nothing and no one would get in his way, that included your so-called fiancé.

He memorizes your scent carried over to him by the wind. A slight shiver runs down his spine. He lingers to take one more glance at you before departing. He makes quick work of dinner and walks directly back to his abode. His dead heart beating in anticipation of what’s to come.

[scorpiongrassfield]

Ametrine Stands Before You 

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You circle around in front of her to cut off the entrance to the cabin. 

She stops mid step. 

“You’re out already?” she asks incredulously. 

You don’t say anything, not wanting to give yourself away. 

“What, cat got your tongue?” She asks, moving closer to you, into your personal space. Trying to intimidate you. “Or did you lose your voice from all the drowning? That must have hurt,” she says, without an inch of remorse in her voice. 

You fold your arms defensively, try to let the anger you feel on Theo’s behalf outweigh the fear of having Ametrine so close to you. 

“Oh, don’t be like that. You know this would all have been over so quickly if you would just let me use my powers freely in here,” she says. “I wouldn’t have to hurt you if you weren’t such a traitor.” 

You hear the click of the lighter, and flames erupt around you. 

“Maybe you need to forget again, spend some more time feeling lost so you can make the right choice this time,” Ametrine says, shoving you back a step and absolutely smothering you with blue-hot fire. 

The lighter is still in your pocket, pretty hot but not burning you the way the flames are trying. 

She's bluffing, trying to trick Theo into thinking she still has the lighter. If he believes it, it'll be true. It's his soul, after all.

Knowing this, it's pretty easy to sweep the flames away.

“Oh,” Ametrine says awkwardly. “You called my bluff.” 

She doesn’t seem to know what to do with this. 

You shove her and she stumbles. 

“Hands off,” she snaps, and takes another step back. She shakes her head. “Okay, if you really want me to drown you again I guess we can do that. And yes, I do still have the music box. No thanks to you,” she complains. 

“Can’t you just let them go?” you ask, pitching your voice lower in an imitation of Theo’s. 

Ametrine lets out a startled laugh. “Oh, it really did do a number on your voice. And possibly your brain. Of course I can’t. After all of this, after everything I’ve done you just want me to stop?” 

She laughs again. It sounds painful. “No, no. I’ve done too much, crossed too many lines. If I can’t save them I will die trying.” Her smile is sharp enough to cut glass. She takes the music box out and just rests it in her palm as the music starts to play. The siren’s call of sleep is tempting, but you’re better rested than she is. 

“And I know you’re sweet on that thing, but come on, hasn’t it done enough damage to spark even your tiny temper?” she says, looking at the music box and not you. Not even entertaining the possibility that “Theo” might try to take it from her. 

“You’re the one hurting Pat,” you say in your normal voice. 

Ametrine snaps to attention like a bowstring, looking up at you with absolute horror. 

But you’ve already snatched the music box from her hand. 

“No,” she says, reaching to take it back from you. But she’s uncoordinated, sluggish in the wake of the notes still falling from the silver box. 

It feels almost anticlimactic, being able to knock her down so easily. But she’s human, even if she is a scary one. She needs to eat and sleep and drink and you… you don’t need any of that. Because you aren’t human anymore. Because you are a monster. And you’re going to use that to your advantage. 

It’s a reversal of roles, her flat on her back, you with a shoe firmly planted on her chest to keep her down. 

You’ve dispersed the shadow glamor, she can see you as you really are now. 

Especially since the fall knocked her sunglasses askew. You can see the fear in her eyes as she struggles to get out from under you. 

You can see the deep hollows under her eyes that struggle to stay open.

The music box in your hand is singing to you too, telling you about how lovely it is to dream. About how you should stop all this and just lay down. 

It’s keeping you calmer than you’ve ever been. 

You’re so tired you can’t feel anything, not anger or pity for Ametrine. 

She stops thrashing and goes still. Completely still. Her hand falling limply away from where she was trying to remove your shoe from her chest. 

The music box keeps playing. It seems to want you to take out the lighter, so you do. 

It almost feels like they’re communicating with each other. Two different avatars of destruction reuniting like old friends. 

Ametrine isn’t breathing. 

That’s probably not good. 

If you didn’t feel so tired right now you might care. 

Your eyelids are heavy and you’re having trouble remembering what it was you were doing this all for. 

Ametrine needed to be stopped. For what? 

What was the point of all of this? 

Who were you trying to protect? 

Maybe you’ll remember better if you take a nap… 

A hand covers yours and closes the music box with a snap. 

You blink blearily at the person in front of you. 

That’s… Theo. 

He’s taken the music box away from you, but left the lighter. 

You wonder why he never tried to do this. It wasn’t very hard. 

“I wouldn’t have been able to close the music box on my own,” he says. 

Is that the only reason? “And because I’m scared of her. She’s stronger than I am,” he admits. 

She’s not stronger than you are, clearly. 

“No, if she was stronger than you none of any of this would have happened,” Theo agrees. 

He’s checking Ametrine’s pulse. 

“I… don’t think she’s dead. Just really close,” he says like he’s trying to convince himself. 

You’re surprised he doesn’t want her dead. 

“It doesn’t matter what I want,” he says. He seems to mean it, too. 

The drowsiness finally starts to wear off, your thoughts getting clearer. 

“What about Pat?  Are they waking up?” you finally think to ask. 

“Not yet,” Theo says. 

“Maybe they won’t be able to wake up until you let them out of your labyrinth?” you suggest. 

“Maybe.” 

The two of you stand in awkward silence, just kind of staring at Ametrine’s almost-corpse. 

“How long do you think it will take them to wake up, exactly?” you ask after who knows how long. 

“They should have already woken up,” Theo says, sounding worried. 

“Did we fuck up?” 

“Maybe… Maybe we just… took too long. Maybe it’s too late.” 

A hand on your shoulder makes you jump. 

Theo lets out a startled yelp next to you. 

Ametrine doesn’t stir. 

“You know,” says the person standing behind you. “I really, really wish you would all get a lot less comfortable with trying to kill each other in the name of protecting me.”

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[brainrotlesbian]

Cannibalism in Tokyo Ghoul

Now. I don’t regularly watch anime but I have seen a few and there’s one (Tokyo Ghoul) that I think about regularly, and it’s not even just that it’s pretty fucking whumpy (cause holy hell it is), but mostly cause of Hide, and the potential he had both as a character and with his relationship with Kaneki. I wanna talk about the cannibalism aspect. Yes, sometimes cannibalism has this romantic undertone, and that is something I think was sorely missed out on.

There are a few moments where cannibalism is an incredibly intimate thing. There’s one guy (forgot his name, I’m terrible with names) who is injured and requires human meat in order to heal, and he has a human girlfriend who offers herself as that meal, and so he takes a bite out of her shoulder and it brings them closer together. Hell, a ghoul wedding involves the two biting each other so deep the marks remain (which is kinky as all hell but besides the point).

But with Hide and Kaneki, things are a bit different cause Kaneki was born human and only became a ghoul after unethical experimentation following an attack by the most vicious ghoul in the city, so there’s the “I can’t let him know I’m a monster now” aspect in the series. A lot of season 1 involves Kaneki both trying to protect Hide from any attackers, now that he’s a prime target, and trying to keep Hide from figuring out he’s a ghoul now. Of course with season 2, the anime is different than the manga and for the life of me I can’t read manga, so all info about what happens then is secondhand (shoutout to my cousin for infodumping about it).

Kaneki goes nuts from cannibalizing other ghouls, transforming into this horrible centipede monster a lá Metamorphosis, and the only way to placate the effects of this transformation is to eat human meat, but Kaneki still has a bunch of angst regarding that (understandable), so while there is a veritable war between ghouls and humans, he’s hiding in the sewers. During that time, he’s approached by Hide, who informs him that he’s known Kaneki was a ghoul almost the whole time, and that he knows what needs to be done to help his friend.

Hide offers up his body, literally, and almost his life in order to help Kaneki regain his sanity. He comes to his friend, who’s lost his mind, and tells him that he’s always accepted him for who he is and that he doesn’t judge him, and allows Kaneki to take what he must. And the next time we see Hide, or, rather, when we see his face, we see his lips, lower jaw, and neck were consumed. Which is an odd area to be missing. Why would Kaneki go for that area? There certainly wouldn’t be as much meat in that area as there would be in other areas, like the forearm or the calf (not to mention the complications Hide suffered from the loss of his lower jaw and vocal cords), and the lips and neck area are typically a very intimate area to be putting your mouth, especially if it’s just a friend. And then there’s… nothing. It goes no where.

Don’t get me wrong, I love Touka (I’m not gonna be misogynistic about her) but I feel her relationship with Kaneki was better if she was kept as a sisterly figure to him, rather than a lover. Yes, she obviously cares about Kaneki, but their romance felt forced on my opinion (also the smut was a little unnecessary)

I do not have the words to properly express my feelings about this and I believe that the symbolism of cannibalism within Tokyo Ghoul shows some really intimate moments and a deep connection between those involved. There’s no other moments in the show, that I’ve seen, where a character consensually cannibalizes another and it’s a platonic or casual thing (no, I don’t think Kaneki cannibalizing Yamori was supposed to be romantic. That was revenge and to show that he snapped). Why was it romance for the m/f pairings but purely platonic between Hide and Kaneki?

[asukaskerian]

monthly wordcound - september

TOTAL: 6 722 words. POSTED -Days on a wire chapter 7 - Madatobiizu fraternat poyamory ABO (4 013 words) IN PROGRESS -bleach suburban ot4 (1 161 words) -bleach grimmichi superheroes (1 548 words) hmrmrm. lowish wordcount BUT, lots of editing happened in there, so that's still writing work.

also family stuyff stole my last weekend è_é -- teasers thataway (only bleach ofc)

superheroes AU -- "Oh hey, a hollow." "--What?" The girl leaned over his feet, squinted through the glass. "I thought it was a cat at first, but, so many legs." Grimmjow watched it shuffle under a car and out the other side. Mmh. Nowhere near big enough to break into the house. Safe. "Probably ate a cat, yeah." She grimaced. "Ugh." Like it's a surprise that a hollow would be hungry. They weren't named that for nothing. "Probably gonna eat more." "Ugh! Be right back, I'm gonna catch it." --Huh. "And do what?" he asked, baffled. "Keep it for Zangetsu's lunch?" "Gross! No, I'm gonna put it in a crate and call Animal Control, they do hollows when they're that small, right? Dad? It doesn't need a hero team, right?" Engetsu came, wiping his hands on an apron, to squint through the glass with them. Grimmjow gathered his legs, watching him warily. He didn't track the small hollow. He could feel it, barely there, at the end of his range; it would break everything it used for teeth on his armor. Engetsu felt like he'd be more of a problem. "Probably not," the man allowed. The hollow skittered up a garbage bin, peered in, didn't deign to climb in. "Okay, then, Animal Control." "Or you could save them some time and kill it yourself." The look she gave him, her sour, suspicious face so shocked -- "... Did you think they did anything but put them down? They're hollows." It had never made sense to him that humans would bother to care for dogs and cats, even those that ended up on their own in the street, but at least they were tameable, if you were into that. He stared back, letting her see his bafflement. Her face fell. "I thought they had, like, wildlife preserves...?" Even as he barked out a laugh he knew it was the wrong response and she wouldn't like it, but he couldn't help it. "Oh my fucking god." "What!" "Putting a bunch of hollows together in a space they can't escape where their only choice for food is each other." Engetsu winced. Curtains looked betrayed. -- suburban ot4 -- "Looks like your kids were right about your harem, Ichigo!" "His what?" Grimmjow demands, eyes glittering in delight. "Oh, I have got to hear this." "Oh nooo," Orihime whimpers again, face in her hands, and Ichigo knows her, and it looks like embarrassment, and it is embarrassment -- it's embarrassment because she thought about it and liked it. But Nel doesn't know that and is generally nice, so she relents, goes "Sorry, honey, is it too much?" in a gentler voice, and Ichigo's wife (still whimpering) walks back down the stairs with Kazui still dripping merrily in her arms and goes to slump forehead-first against Nel's shoulder. "Not too much," Orihime mumbles, face scarlet and eyes still scrunched closed against Nelliel's exposed shoulder, half-hidden by cascading waves of teal hair. "I just, um, sultan Ichigo." All of Grimmjow's teeth are out, but he doesn't laugh, just grins so wide Ichigo wishes he would and get it over with. "Ooookay, honey, let's discuss cosplay some other day. Let's get this miscreant in the shower before he pees again, yeah?" he cuts in, and -- Almost -- Almost leaves it like that, retreats with her up the stairs, almost follows without saying anything more past this polite 'that was funny but let's drop it', because it's such a dangerous thing to joke about. But Nelliel and her boyfriend have the exact same way of waggling their eyebrows and leering smugly, and that cannot be borne. "I'm sure we can find Grimmjow a good sequined bra his size to go with the pants." Grimmjow opens his mouth to protest, even as Ichigo herds his wife and child away; then he yells after them, offended, "It had better be a good one, Kurosaki, you think I'm putting these puppies in an inferior one?" and when Ichigo glances back he's cupping his pectorals in both hands and squeezing up to give himself cleavage. Ichigo has regrets. Like, he still laughs his ass off, but very regretfully.

[swashbucklery]

I mean, if this isn't the "realizing something about me fundamentally changed" look (possibly after oops eating a human), I don't know what is.

The wound at her throat is an ever-present distraction on the cab ride home.

She listens to her friend talk about - something. Bullshit. How she met a guy who was really hot and stupid, how she might date him anyway because his uncle's best friend is a successful artist and maybe that means he'll be good for her. She watches the city lights unfold around them, a smooth procession as the cab glides through the nearly-nonexistent 2am traffic. They seem brighter than they used to. Feel brighter, if that’s even possible. Her head throbs just a bit at the sight of them, and it sets off an answering discomfort in her neck. Not scary-painful, just - achy. Like the deepest sort of bruise, painful all the way down to her insides.

There’s a pause in the conversation, and Taylor realizes it’s her turn to talk. Blinks, manages, “Okay but when you say he was hot, like. Hot hot or. . .?”

That sets her friend going again, another cascade of words that Taylor half-listens to until the car brings her back home.

+

She doesn’t keep iron in her medicine cabinet, (because why would she?) but there’s a nearly-expired bottle of multivitamins with iron in the ingredient list. She shrugs, takes two, just in case.

Her neck aches, and she peels back the black silk with trepidation, stares into the mirror. She left the most delicate wound: two incisors and the front arc of her upper teeth most visible, the gentlest violet line of lower teeth a matching suggestion. There’s a deep purple bruise spreading, a surrounding bloom that nicely compliments, almost seems to highlight the burgundy-red of the forming scar. She runs her fingertip over it. Thinks about how it should be more swollen, more - something. Magic, honey, she remembers.

She should go to bed. “You should go to bed,” she tells herself in the mirror, as sternly as she can manage.

Taylor makes it as far as her bedroom. She eases out of her dress, notices the tug of sore hips, sore thighs as she shimmies out of black satin and into her pyjamas.

(She also does have a small-to-medium personal crisis about her pyjamas altogether, wonders if the other her sleeps in soft leggings with kitty cats printed on them or if she has - something else. Something cooler, and Taylor can’t imagine anything within the intersection of the Venn diagram that encompasses goth and cool and pyjamas that’s also remotely comfortable to sleep in.

But maybe vampires don’t need to be comfortable? Do they need to sleep? If life is an endless ballroom sex party, what do vampires do at the end of the night when they need to retreat back to the quiet?

She thinks for a moment about the other Taylor, glittering like a diamond, curling up in an armchair to read romance novels, and - small-to-medium crisis. She works through it.)

She sits on the end of the bed and tries to think about sleeping but - she’s too excited. She feels too much at once. She’s exhausted like she’s just run a marathon, but - vibrating at the same time. It feels like her bloodstream is filled with champagne-bubbles; she couldn’t possibly sit still let alone sleep.

She gives it a good thirty seconds of staring at the ceiling, not even attempting to get in under the covers before she gets up again. She goes to her desk, and she writes.

(Coda to stare directly at the sun, but never in the mirror icymi)

[randomly-a-fan]

End of the Line

Archie was expecting his friend Justin over to help him make spider breeds, without Gem eating off the head of one of Justin’s tarantulas; since Gem is one of the endangered spiders, they wanted to make more of her kind.

When Justin finally came over with his tarantula, he looks rather down. “Hiya Justin! Got your stud for my Gem?” Archie asked with enthusiasm. Justin gave Archie a quick smile before looking glum again. “Yeah... Let’s get this over with...” Justin replied before he walks over to Archie’s room. Once Archie and Justin got their tarantulas ready, Archie decided to ask Justin a question. “Is anything the matter, pal?” Archie asked. “Well... Not really... It’s almost Father’s Day, and dad was supposed to come home for the Annual Father’s Day Picnic. But he hasn’t called yet; and when I try to call him, there’s never an answer. I couldn’t help but worry.” Justin explained. Archie looked sadly at Justin; he can empathize with his buddy, since there are times when his dad doesn’t always keep his promises, but at least he’s always around most of the time.

When Archie was about to respond, he noticed that one of the Tarantulas were missing. “Hey, where’s Boulder?” Justin said in panic. When Archie and Justin crawled on the floor to look for Justin’s spider, they heard Star screaming. “ARCHIE.” Archie and Justin rushed over to his mom and find that she was standing on a chair. “Mom, what’s wrong?” Archie asked. “There’s a hairy spider that just crawled under the fridge.” Aquarius explained. “That must be Boulder, I’ll get him out; he’ll come to me.” Justin said as he goes down on the floor by the fridge. “Archie, can you go get Boulder’s little container for me, please?” Justin asked. While Archie rushes to get the container, Justin decided to calm Aquarius down. “There’s nothing to be afraid of, Mrs. Gray; Boulder is a nice tarantula, he wouldn’t bite; there isn’t even any reports on a tarantula actually kill a human.” Justin explained. “I know, sweetie, I just can’t stand spiders or tarantulas; I have a serious case of arachnophobia, ever since I was a kid.” Aquarius explained. 

Archie came back with Boulder’s home, now Justin is just waiting for his tarantula to crawl out from under the fridge. “Is he coming?” Archie asked. “Yes, give me the container.” Justin ordered. After Boulder got out, Justin carefully and gently picked him up and put him back in his house. “How did he get out of his house?” Aquarius asked. “I don’t know, we weren’t paying attention; Boulder probably got scared and crawled out.” Archie assumes. “We’re trying to have Boulder and Gem make little spider babies, but I guess it didn’t go as planned... Maybe I got her the wrong stud.” Justin believed. “Well, to be on the safe side, wait for Pennywise to return, he’s an expert on arachnids.” Aquarius suggested. 

Hearing Aquarius mention about Archie’s dad made him think about his dad, so he decided to call it quits. “Archie, mind if we try this some other time? I suddenly don’t feel so good.” Justin said. “What’s wrong, sug’, you’re not afraid of Archie’s dad, are you?” Aquarius asked. Justin shook his head. “No... I just... Have a lot on my mind, that’s all. “My dad is in all day tomorrow, so, do bring another one of your studs if you could.” Archie requested. “Yeah, sure...” Justin said before he left out the door. Aquarius was concerned, he only came in for ten minutes; she wondered what’s been bothering him.

***

The next day, Justin was deciding on which tarantula would make a great stud; his experience with Boulder, turned out that he’s too much of a coward. So he thought of using one of his bolder spiders. However, if him and Archie don’t pay attention to their spiders, Archie’s spider might eat off the stud’s head; Justin didn’t want any of his gems to have their heads eaten off, but if he doesn’t find a bolder stud, Gem will never get to produce eggs.

All that thought got interrupted when his for-now-mom came in and ruined the plan. “Justin, your for-now-father and I have something important to tell you.” The foster mother said. Justin sat down to listen to what his foster mom has to say. “Sweetie... Your father... He’s... He got into a serious accident... There was a collision on the highway, and... He’s in critical condition.” Justin’s eyes watered, he cannot believe what he just heard. “What are you saying! Is he going to die?” Justin asked in panic. “Now calm down, we don’t know yet. Right now, the doctors were doing everything they could to keep him alive and better. So, we asked the Voorhees to watch over you at their place for a few hours, while we go over to the hospital to see how he’s doing, and what needed to be accomplished.” The foster father explained. “Can’t I just come with you guys to see my dad? I missed him!” Justin said while tearing up. “Not in the state he was in at the moment; doctors won’t let children in the ER anyway.” The foster father said. Justin was upset, he completely forgotten all about his and Archie’s plan. He wanted to cry, but he needed to leave for the Voorhees’ cabin.

***

Before Justin came, MJ explained to Malon about what happened and why Justin is staying for a while. “Now, do not mention anything about his dad; we don’t want Justin to have a breakdown. Do you understand?” MJ asked. “Yes mom, I can’t help but feel sorry for Justin, he won’t stop talking about how excited he was for his dad to come home for the annual picnic... Even though him and his dad usually beats us in different games.” Malon admits.

After the discussion, they heard the door knock. Justin and his for-now-parents came to drop Justin off before leaving. “Hi Justin, you want to play Snakes and Ladders?” Malon asked as she took Justin’s hand, before even giving him the time to respond. “We really can’t thank you enough for watching over Justin, while we make a visit with his father; we just hope he’ll make a quick recovery.” Aliza said. “Well, I hope you and Phillip will manage the drama when you get there. Justin is a smart boy; he’ll be just fine.” MJ assures. “Thanks... We’ll be back in a few hours.” Phillip said before waving to his for-now-son goodbye.

After Justin’s foster parents left, MJ turned around to see Malon setting up the board game, while poor Justin looks around sadly, as he was seeing some photos of Malon and her dad Jason; some of the pictures reminded him and his dad when he was little, before he became a truck driver. “Justin...” Justin snapped out after hearing Malon’s mom saying his name. “I was going to bake some shortbread cookies for dessert tonight, would you like to help me? you can even take some home with you.” MJ offered. “No thanks...” Justin said sadly. “I understand how you feel, Justin. I worry about my parents too; but my psychologist said to me to not think about the ‘what-ifs’ or spend your days worrying about something that might or might not happen... So, I’m passing my suggestion to you, it’s what your dad would want; knowing that you’re enjoying the day will keep his hopes alive and give him comfort.” MJ explained. Justin nodded with a smile. Though, he still didn’t feel like baking, but he still wanted to play Snakes and Ladders with Malon, as he sees how much Malon has been waiting to play.

Malon does keep her word for not mentioning anything about Justin’s dad, but she doesn’t understand why her mom talks about his dad. “Mom, why is it okay for you to ask about his dad, and not me?” Malon asked. “I don’t put it in full detail; I know you didn’t mean to sometimes, but sometimes you do get specific in your comments.” MJ explained. “If you don’t mind, I rather go for a walk, it’s getting too crowded in here.” Justin said as he walks away. “Jason is out there if you wanted some company; he does think of you as his son.” MJ said. Justin doesn’t answer back, it only made him even more upset.

***

Jason was just on his way back from the bear’s den until he noticed a bald boy in the field, then he found out who it was; Jason was expecting Justin to be over for a few hours, but he never thought that Justin would be out in the field alone. Justin was just picking some grain of grass until he noticed a shadow forming in front of him. He looked back and saw that it was Malon’s dad; Jason. “Oh... Hi Mr. Voorhees.” Justin said before he faced away. Jason sat right next to Justin, just to give him some company.

Justin knows a little about Jason’s gestures, and usually assumes what Jason was saying in his head. “I just hated when people comment about my dad; not just from when he was badly hurt, but whenever my dad is away and that my mom is incarcerated... It’s hard to see my dad put his weight at his job as a truck driver...” Justin expressed. Jason nodded as he understands how he feels, he gave Justin a pat in the back. “I don’t know why, but I find talking to you... Is more peaceful.” Justin realized. Clearly, it’s because Jason couldn’t respond, so he doesn’t need to talk. However, he knew that he wouldn’t like it if someone keeps talking about his mom, especially in a negative comment; so he knew that Justin wouldn’t like anyone to talk about his dad.

After a peaceful conversation, Jason walked Justin back to his place. MJ heard the door open and saw Jason with Justin. “There you are, Justin; me and Malon were worried about you--” Jason raised a hand, to tell her to stop; he explained to his wife that Justin doesn’t need extra treatment, or make a big fuss over him. MJ sighed sadly before speaking to Justin. “Sweetie, I’m sorry... I should have acted like you’re our guest, but instead, I treated you like--” “Don’t worry about it, it’s okay; actually, Jason was easy to talk to, about my worries and depression. It’s no wonder you’re married to him.” Justin said while staring up at Jason with a smile. MJ giggled before giving Justin a hug and a kiss. “So, where’s Malon? I remember she wanted to play board games.” Justin remembered. “Malon was just in her room; you can knock and talk to her.” MJ said. So, Justin went went towards her room to see Malon, who was playing with her dolls and stuffies, until she heard a door knock. “Yes?” Malon called out. “It’s Justin, I would like for us to play board games... Since I’m pretty board.” Justin said with a pun at the end. He then heard Malon giggling as she was going to come out of her room to play with Justin.

***

At the hospital, Justin’s dad Rick was in a serious condition, and what’s worse is that he’s in a serious coma. Doctors are trying to fix Rick up from his severe injuries, but he’s still in a coma. The doctor explained to Aliza and Phillip about the condition that Justin’s father was in. “The team did manage to fix up his serious wounds and fractures, but if he doesn’t wake up from his coma, he’s going to die.” The doctor explained. Aliza and Phillip looked at each other in shock before facing the doctor again. “What can we tell Justin?” Aliza asked. “Is there a way for you guys to get Rick out of his deadly coma?” Phillip added with another question. “Right now, we’re giving him medication through the veins, but for a big guy like him, it’ll take a while for it to get through, so we have to relieve the pressure in the brain. As for your foster son, you just have to set him straight; give us a half a month at least, so he can see his dad without the graphic sight of blood and exposures.” The doctor recommended.

Aliza and Phillip felt so sick in their head and heart, that they’re too scared to pick Justin up from the Voorhees place. “Maybe we don’t have to tell him, let’s just wait half a month when Rick is well healed. Who knows, maybe he’ll be out of his coma by then.” Phillip thought. “I don’t think we should, remember what the doctor said; if he doesn’t get out of his coma, he’ll die, and that will only make Justin’s situation far worse.” Aliza explained. The two of them were in quite a rut; they don’t know if they should tell Justin, or keep it a secret for a while.

What do you think?

The End for now 

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SORRY ANON FOR TAKING SO LONG

Also sorry for not-guilty answering this ask

Anyway, without further delay

Scout

He stops immediately. Scout is not the type to mess around with fear or trauma. He’d gently pull the person to his chest and lightly purr. Once they’re ready to talk about it he’ll listen. It’s likely that even if the prey comes to him later asking to be let in he won’t. He needs to make sure the prey wants in for their own well-being, not to please him. The only time he wouldn’t stop would be an actual genuine emergency which is rare for him.

Oliver

Freezes. Stands stark still. He has a scary looking maw, pitch black with sharp teeth and a plump long black tongue. He can smell the fear on his prey and it almost makes him sick. Oliver has a fleece lined chest pocket on his overalls which he’ll slip the prey into, letting them calm down and have the invasive hands completely removed.

Maxwell

If his mane is grown out he just brings the prey’s face into it. It’s soft like cat fur and is always clean and fresh. He’s one to purr as well. Sometimes he just makes himself bigger and puts the prey in the pocket of his hoodie so they can get used to the sounds of his stomach.

Stella

She’d pull them back, warm eyes trying to meet the prey’s own if she can. Her sweet southern drawl offers words of comfort. She’s not too phased or by thrashing but she goes inbetween assurances and licking her prey’s tears away methodically until they calm down enough to have a normal conversation.

Tiffany

Unless it’s someone she really cares about, she doesn’t give too much of a fuck. Maybe a “calm down you’ll be fine” she knows prey won’t belive her if she just tells them so gets them down to her stomach first and have them see first hand they’re not going to die. She’s very confident in her belly’s ability to soothe prey on their own

Benny

Does not care. Monster.

Gwen

She’s a dumb husky/lab mix. She’s just gonna sit on you and lick your face. That massive point of fluff can easily pin you in place, she’ll whine softly if it goes on for too long and she can’t seem to comfort her prey.

Spark

He’s a bitch to humans “oh shut up already” “weak” “oh this is truly pitiful”. Sometimes, with non-humans though, he’s gentle, brushing their hair out of their faces and cupping their cheek, assuring them he has no malice, and if they don’t struggle they’re at no risk of getting hurt, but he’s going to eat them and there’s nothing they can do.

Doc

Pauses… thinks… then lifts the prey’s chin to look at him. If they struggle, he keeps on lifting with with the most inhuman of strength, beak splitting open and gently licking their face. Doc is scary and he can’t talk, getting prey down into his comfy, lavender-bath of a belly does the trick.

Jamie

“Well, however you want me to, I will, just with a tad bit of sarcasm~” Jamie jokes, “I am literally just here to make crack fics happen, so however you want me to react, I will, I love indulging my authors.”

Jet

He’s small and not that strong of a pred. Since normally he flies in to get a catch, more often than not if they struggle too much he drops them by mistake. If he manages to get to his nest he puffs out his wings and wraps them around him and his prey, gentle assuring them that everything is going to be okay, he’s just following his instincts and he means no harm.

Shamus

If the prey is not violent and just deeply upset, he stops and analyzes the situation. If it’s not dire. He makes them tea, telling them that they have a few more hours to mentallly prepare themselves for treatment (which is usually why folks end up in his tummy). If it can’t be helped, he’s quick to swallow them down along with the rest of the elixers and mixes before sitting down and holding his tummy, resisting the urge to bleat as he apologizes and reminds his prey over and over again that he’s here to help

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Blood Brother: Final Part

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.4k

Warnings: canon angst and violence

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. Any and all comments on these are appreciated.

You look at Dean and see him with blood on his face and clothes, and you're brought back to Purgatory once again.

"What the hell do you know about the value of life? You're a vampire," Dean snaps at Benny.

"Yep, and I think we both know which of our kinds kills more humans."

"Well, statistically speaking, that'd be your—"

"Yes, thank you, Cas," Dean glares at his angelic friend.

You put a hand on Castiel's shoulder as if it would bring him some kind of comfort.

"I get it. You're worried what I might do if we make it topside. I'll start eating your little piggies. I already told you, man, by the time I got iced, I was strictly on blood transfusions—donated blood. Not donated to me, I'll give you that, but I paid good black-market scratch for it."

"Why not go to a hospital and steal almost expired blood? It's not like they have any use for it," you shrug.

"I'll have to remember that for next time."

"If you even get a next time," Dean says. "So, what is that? Like the vampire zone diet?"

"Look, all I'm saying is I started seeing something in humanity, okay? Something that shouldn't be taken. I drink blood. I don't drink people."

"Why the hell should I believe you?"

"What does it matter what you believe? You got your head so far up your ass, Dean, you don't even realize we're already done for. The angel knows it. We are never gonna make it with him next to us glowing like a beacon."

"We're not leaving him," you say sternly.

"You're pregnant, Y/N. I can hear the heartbeat. You really want to stay here with a baby?"

"Do I need to remind you of our deal? Of what you committed to?" Dean steps in.

"He is gonna get us killed."

"We may get to test that theory," Castiel sighs.

"More monsters?" you groan.

"Leviathans."

"Great."

"Why don't you blip out of here?"

"They're too close. I can't run."

"Come on, we need to save Benny," you say.

You rip off a piece of cloth from a vampire's jacket and hand it over to Dean who wipes his face clean of any blood. He cleans his machete and slides it into the holster, motioning for you to follow him. You two sneak back into the main part of the house carefully. You believe you got all the vampires but Sorento and Andrea, but you don't know if either vampire was made aware of yours and Dean's presence.

The closer you get to the room Benny is in, the more you can hear their conversation.

"I suppose with you coming back from the dead--well, that's the definition of mutiny, isn't it? All of this has me feeling so tired," Sorento sighs.

"You should have let me go."

"Benny, I don't let things go."

"Really? You lived so long, how is it you have so little, hmm? Nothing but a beat-up old harpsichord and nest of hyenas."

"I have the sea, and I have Andrea."

"No. You don't have her." You peek inside the room to see Benny holding up a pair of handcuffs that Andrea must have taken off him. "At least that much I know."

"Oh, that dumb bitch. You're right, Benny. I've been here so, so long, seen all the outcomes, and all the patterns a trillion times. It all means so little. This universe is a pyramid of despair, nothing else."

"A little dark, don't you think?"

"I am evil, after all. At least I've had that much to keep me cold at night. You never had that, did you? Everything had to be thought about--considered."

"You know what Socrates said about a life unconsidered."

"Yes, but the thing we have in us? Benny, that's not life. That's what you still don't get. That's why it's always been so hard for you, my poor Benjamin."

Benny growls and lunges at Sorento, shoving him into a glass pane and causing it to shatter.

"Get up."

"This is the one last thing I can take from you," Sorento laughs with blood trickling down his nose.

"No. You try, damn it. You try and kill me again," Benny dares.

"This is my story, you gnat."

"Get up!" Benny screams.

"It ends the way I choose, not you."

Benny hauls Sorento to his feet by his collar.

"Well, at least I can finally show you something new, old man."

Benny uses his sharp nails to cut Sorento's head off. The older vampire didn't actually think that Benny would do this to him, which is why he wasn't prepared for it. You gasp and cover your mouth to silence yourself. And then there was one left. Speaking of Andrea, she comes into the room with a look of uncertainty in her eyes.

"The old man is dead. Let's go," Benny says and offers her his hand.

If he thinks she is coming back to the mainland with you and Dean, then he is sorely mistaken. She takes his hand, but she doesn't move from her spot.

"Where, Benny?"

"What are you talking about? Anywhere." Andrea looks down, and Benny realizes what she is trying not to say. "You're not leaving here, are you? You never were."

"We have everything we need right here. The operation is still perfect. We can ride the high seas and plunder together. We can have the life we always wanted."

"What I wanted was to leave a burning crater behind. I wanted to put your memory to rest."

"I'm not a memory. Benny, I'm right here."

"What I loved isn't here anymore. It was snuffed out a long time ago by monsters like me... like what you've become."

"You think you're better than me now?" she grows subtly angrier.

"No. I think we're all damned."

Andrea snarls just as her fangs descend. You rush into the room to save Benny, drawing out your magic like a sword. She is going to kill him if you don't do anything. You swing your sword like a baseball bat toward her neck, slicing off her head as cleanly as possible. Her body and head drop to the floor with a loud thud, and Benny stares at her.

"She was going to kill you, Benny."

"I know," he sighs.

Dean walks into the room with a tired look on his face. It's time to get off this island and face the wrath of Sam. There was no boat to take Sam to the island, so you know he will be waiting for you when you get there. You three walk out of the house and back to the boat. Dean helps you inside while Benny reaches for the rope.

"Why'd you do it, Dean?"

"Do what?"

"Resurrect me. You could have drained my soul into any culvert, and no one would have been the wiser."

"What the hell are you talking about?" When Benny doesn't answer, he turns to him. "Hey, are you good?"

"Man... I don't know what I am," he sighs.

Benny doesn't say another word as he unhooks the rope from the wooden pillar. Everyone else piles inside, and you set off back to the mainland. The entire ride is spent in silence with the occasional grunt coming from you due to being uncomfortable. Once you can see the shore, you spot Sam standing there with an angry look on his face. Joanna is in his arms and Zeus is sitting by his side.

Zeus sees you and Dean, and he wags his tail and barks happily. Dean throws the rope to Sam when he gets close enough, and Sam wraps the rope around his hand to hold it steady. You toss the bags onto the dock while Dean jumps out. He grabs your hand and helps you up, and you greet your daughter with a smile.

"Hey, baby girl."

You take her out of Sam's arms, and he ties the rope to a wooden pillar to stabilize the boat.

"I'm Benny." Benny offers Sam his hand, and Sam takes it. As soon as he does, he knows what Benny is. "Heard a lot about you, Sam."

As if he's moving in slow motion, Sam undoes the cover of a knife holster at his side. You immediately shake your head and touch his army to prevent him from harming Benny.

"Don't do it," you whisper to Sam.

"I can see you three have a lot to talk about," Benny says and lets go of Sam's hand.

Benny pats Dean on the arm as if to say goodbye, and he gently squeezes your shoulder. He steps between you and Sam before heading to his pickup truck. You and Dean look at Sam who has the worst bitch face he's ever given you two.

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Will o’ the Wisp - Ch. 4 (Umbrella Academy WIP)

Author’s Note: Okay, so I managed to get some more done. I have more sketched out but not sure how soon it will be done. I have plans. So stay tuned. Unbeta’d.

Please see chapter 1 for explanation of characters and character name details for Viktor. (again I am willing to take suggestions on this)

Minors DNI

So as it goes, Y/N = your name. Y/N/N = your nickname.  Reader pronouns She/Her.

Tag Requests are Open just message me.

Primary Pairing: Diego Hargreeves x Female!Reader (Slow Burn)

Luther tries to be a decent brother, he isn't the best at it.

Series/TUA Masterlist

Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 5

Word count: 5k+

Content Warning: Canon typical neglect, manipulation, violence, angst, anger, fire, flames, knives (cuz Diego is gonna Diego) guns, gunshot wounds, blood, cauterization, head wound, mentions of death, mentions of murder, poison, depression, anxiety, fear, mentions torture (I probably missed something, so let me know and I'll tag it.)

Chapter 4: Discussions and Distractions 

Y/N and Luther get back to the academy. She lets out a long sigh as she rolls her shoulders and lets the Wisp form behind her. Luther had gotten so used to her doing that, that he didn’t usually bat an eye, but this time he takes a second to study the hue and intensity of the glowing form. After everything, they had talked about, and the fact they probably talked more now than they had since they were really little, he really looked at both her forms. How could she stand constantly having dueling perspectives? The more he tried to think about it, the more it seemed nauseating. Like, split-screen video games or picture-in-picture but 24/7 and beyond just audio-visual. They’ve been together their whole lives, and he is just really putting it into perspective now. He clearly sucks at being the sympathetic brother. He looks away from her glowing form and to her actual human one. She looked weary, almost drained. He wonders how much it takes out of her to have this extra entity that is constantly battling for space. It might not be a mental thing, but it clearly took a toll. Would she even tell him if she needed a break or help? Would any of them? He guessed that was kind of the situation they were all navigating now. Learning to work together again. And all it took was someone killing their dad. Maybe he was thinking too much about this.

"What?" She asks when her much larger brother just keeps staring at her.

"Don't take this the wrong way, but-"

"I know," she says knowingly. "I need to get more sleep.” She huffs a sort of tired laugh and smiles. “Wisp is more of a ragged refulgence right now."

Luther wasn’t about to admit he wasn’t actually sure what that meant. Ragged, made sense. That one he got. Refulgence? Well, that one he would have to look up. Why did his sisters have to genuinely be so much smarter than he was? But he ignored it. It wasn’t meant as a dig against his intelligence or anything like that. That she usually reserved for Diego. He knows her tone made it clear it was supposed to be, at least partially, a joke.

"Yeah," he nods. 

She gives him an amused look as he seemed to be in his head again. “Remember to get some sleep yourself, Luther.” With that, she goes off to her room. He goes to find Allison.

Y/N wakes up to Pogo telling her she had a call. She isn’t too surprised to find her boss on the line. She had given him the number as an emergency contact. She had not really expected him to use it, but then again, the guy wasn’t great on boundaries at times. For what feels like hours but is probably just a few annoying minutes, they argue about her next shift. She tells him how her family needs her and that she can’t come back yet. She can’t tell him the details. She can’t even guarantee a timeline. Eventually, her boss agrees to give her a few more days unpaid. To which she begrudgingly agrees. 

Grumbling, she goes to get something to eat. Her annoyance is clear in the slight red tint to her fluorescent facsimile.

"Whoa, looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed," Klaus says. She glances up at the Wisp but shrugs. 

"My boss called."

"Fun, clearly went well," Klaus gestures to the aggravated aura.

"He is not happy about having to find someone to cover my shifts. But he did give me more time off, unpaid time off, but that's not a surprise."

"Why do you still work there if your boss sucks?"

"Because I have rent to pay," she says. "And I was lucky to find that job. Not a lot of people want to hire someone like me."

"That is their loss. You're great. A literal ray of sunshine."

"I love you, Klaus, but I think you're a bit biased."

"There you are," She smiles as she sees Five. "If I didn't know better, I would think you were avoiding me."

"You?" Five says. “Nah.” 

"I've seen Luther and Diego more than you, and that's saying something."

"That's because I trust you,” he insists, “I know you can do what I asked you to without me hovering. Hovering is more your thing." He gestures to the Wisp.

"I appreciate that, but I still miss you."

Five smiles sadly. "I miss you too, but once I sort out what I need to, then we'll have all the time we need for you to get sick of having me around like you do, Klaus." 

“You sure you have that much time?” She grins.

“For you?” He pretends to need to mull it over, but he knew the answer. He had genuinely missed her. He’d missed them all, but she had always been up to any challenge he gave her. She never used to back down. She may have lost some of her edge and her warm light, but she was still his sister. “Sure.”

She studies him. "Are you okay?"

"I promise you, Y/N/N, I am not the one you need to worry about."

She narrows her gaze at him. "See, that just makes me worry more."

He chuckles. "I know, but I trust you to do what needs to be done."

"But what is your end goal, Five? I can't help you much if you don't tell me."

"I'm handling it," he insists.

"But-" 

He squeezes her shoulder. “Just keep working on getting everyone on the same page."

She snorts a laugh. "I'm not even sure they're all using the same book, let alone page."

"You, Diego, and Luther were all in the same room and walked away agreeing on something last night, right?" She nods. "Then you are already doing better than I expected."

Grace approaches them. 

"There you are, Y/N," she smiles, "you have a call." 

"I'll fill you in later, okay?" Five assures her.

"Okay," she nods before going to get the phone. She was only partially surprised to find out it was her neighbor, Joan. Someone else she had given the number to for emergencies. 

"Hey Joan, I'm sorry I didn't let you know but my trip home is taking a bit longer than I expected." She informs her only friendly neighbor. "Oh, I told Allison you were a fan…"

"There you are. I think we found something about Dad." Luther pulls Y/N to the side. 

She is instant to inquire, "What did you find?" 

“Pogo gave Allison the key to the surveillance videos. Dad had been using them again. Getting paranoid, I guess.”

“So you have video from the day he died?”

“Exact moment and before it.”

“So?” she prompts him to continue when he doesn’t elaborate. 

“Grace gave him a cup of tea, and then he died.”

“So you think she did it?” She finds that hard to believe. She was their mom. She helped raise them when Reginald Hargreeves couldn’t be bothered to. 

“You can see for yourself once the others get here.” They stand in silence for a moment while she really thinks about it. What would have been Grace’s motive? Why was he telling her now if they were going to show everyone later? Unless…  

"Please tell me you don't think what I think you're thinking, Luther."

"I'm just telling you what we found. Figured you would want a heads up, going to have a family meeting."

"Luther," she starts. 

"I'm not saying it was him, just you know how he is with Grace," Luther says.

"He would never ask her to do anything like that, never put her in a position like that. I don’t even know if that would be possible. He…no, there has to be something else going on."

"Just don't miss the meeting," Luther says.

Before Y/N turns the corner she hears Diego in Grace’s sitting area. She thought about her conversation with Luther.

“Mom, we need to talk.” 

“Okay,” Grace agrees, “but only for a minute. I need to finish this cross-stitch.” 

“Everything you did for us when we were kids... for me... why'd you do it?”

“Because being your mother is the greatest gift of my life.” 

“Is that you saying that?” 

“I'm not sure what you mean, Diego.” 

“I mean, our father, he... made you.” 

“When you think something, is it like he's telling you what to say?” 

“Your father isn't here, silly. Did I do something wrong?” 

“No, it's... it's not... Look. It's okay... if you hated him. He was terrible to you, to all of us.” 

“Don't say that.” 

“Why not? We were just tools in an experiment to him. Nothing more. So I'm saying, I would understand if... you know, if... if you wanted to hurt him.” 

“Now, now. Mr. Hargreeves was a great man. Industrialist, inventor, Olympic gold medalist. He made the world a better place.” 

“Stop it! Do you hear me? Stop trying to defend him! Mom, you gotta feel something. Look, he treated you worse than anyone. You worked for him for 30 years. He didn't even give you a room to sleep in.” 

“But I've got such beautiful views here.” 

“Mom, those are just paintings.” 

“Of course they are. What a wonderful world she lives in. Sometimes I wonder if she is lonely.”

Y/N can almost sense Diego’s frustration from where she is, but she doesn’t say anything. She just continues on her way. 

The Wisp hovers a few feet behind them all, just high enough not to heat any surfaces. But very little of Y/N’s focus is on the scintillate secondary entity. It was back to its usual melancholy tone. Her focus is on her siblings as they all gather. 

“I mean, do you really think Mom would hurt Dad?” Vanya asks.

“You haven't been home in a long time, Vanya.” 

“Maybe you don't know Grace anymore.”

“Not sure that’s fair,” Y/n mutters. “Most of us have been gone.” 

“If he was poisoned, it would have shown in the coroner's report.” 

“Well, I don't need a report to tell me what I can see with my own eyes.”

“Guys…” she starts.

“Look closer.” 

“Dad has his monocle.” Diego narrates. “Mom stands up. Monocle's gone.” 

“Oh, yeah!” Klaus agrees with a chuckle.

“She wasn't poisoning him. She was... taking it.” 

“To clean it.” 

Luther isn't convinced. “Then where is it? No, I've searched the house, including all her things. She doesn't have it.” 

“That's because I took it from her,” Diego admits. “After the funeral.”

The Wisp flashes a vivid shade of vermillion for a moment before it settles back to its usual melancholy blue. An action that earns her a few winces and nervous looks, but no one mentions it. They instead choose to focus on Diego.  

“You've had the monocle this whole time? What the hell, Diego?” 

“Give it to me.” 

“I threw it away.” 

“You what?”

“You’re a dumbass,” Y/N grumbles as she rubs at her temples. The glimmer of the Wisp changes slightly as she does, intensity ebbing and flowing with the pressure on her temples. Like angry waves on a stormy coast. She misses the glare Diego sends both of her forms. 

“Look, I knew that if you found it on Mom, you'd lose your shit,” Diego explains. “Just like you're doing right now.” 

Y/N shook her head. This meeting was going nowhere fast. She shifted her attention to the Wisp and decided to search for Five. She barely registers the continuing conversation, giving it just enough attention that she couldn't be accused of ignoring it all.

“Diego, you son of a bitch.”  

“Hey, no,” Vanya tries, “Calm down. Look, I know Dad wasn't exactly an open book. But I do remember one thing he said. Mom was, well, designed to be a caretaker, but...also as a protector.” 

“What does that mean?” 

Vanya explains, “She was programmed to intervene if someone's life was in jeopardy.” 

“Well, if her hardware is degrading, then…We need to turn her off,” Luther states. 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, wait,” Diego starts. “She's not just a vacuum cleaner you can throw in a closet. She feels things. I've seen it!” 

“She just stood there, Diego, and watched our father die.” 

“I'm with Luther,” Allison tells them. 

“Surprise, surprise.” Diego snarks. 

“Shut up,” Allison glares. 

They look at Vanya. “I... I don't…” 

“Yeah,” Diego doesn’t let her finish. “She shouldn't get a vote.”

“Wh... “ Luther starts.

“I was gonna say that I agree with you,” Vanya points out. 

“Okay,” Diego accepts, “She should get a vote.”  

“What about you, stoner boy? What do you got?” They look to Klaus.

“Oh, so, what? You need my help now? Oh, 'Get out of the van, Klaus!' 'Well, welcome back to the van'."

“What van?”

“What's it gonna be, Klaus?” Luther asks.

“I'm with Diego, because screw you!” Klaus glares at Luther. “And if Ben were here, he'd agree with me.”

“So far, that's three to two.” 

They look at Y/N, but she says nothing.

“Y/N?” Luther calls to her, and when she doesn’t respond, he asks, “Where’s the Wisp?”. 

“What?” Allison looks around. “Not here.”

“You have got to be kidding me,” Diego seethes. He can see the faint blue glow under her eyelids. 

“Hey!” Allison shouts as Diego grips their sister’s shoulder and violently shakes it. He fails to duck out of the way when a fist hits his chest, landing him on the floor.

“Asshole,” Y/N mutters as she gets up, flexing her fingers as she does. 

“Were you listening?” Luther asks.

Y/N glares at him. “You doubting me too?” 

She steals Klaus’ booze and takes a swig, earning a laugh from her usually inebriated brother. “Easy, Sunshine,” Klaus says with a grin. “Where’ve you been?”

“Looking for Five,” she pats his cheek as she answers. “So we can end this pointless discussion.”

“Successful mission or no?” Klaus asks with a tilt of his head as she takes another drink before handing it back to him.

“Sadly, I was rudely interrupted.” She glares at Diego.

“You are such a bitch,” Diego grits out from clenched teeth. She ignores him. 

“But did you-” Luther starts on topic again. 

“I heard you, Luther, unlike either of you fellas,” she gestures between Luther and Diego. “I can use both my brain cells.”

“You know what-” Diego starts at her, gesturing with his knife.

“No,” she begins with a sharp tone as four versions of the Wisp cage him in. He freezes. He can feel the intense heat surrounding him. “It’s my turn to vote.”

“Whoa,” Allison says in shock.

“Y/N,” Vanya moves towards her. “I don’t think that’s…”

“I’ve got this V,” Y/N slowly walks in a circle around Diego, just outside the Wisps’ blazing boundary, as it shifts, and he is enhaloed in a ring of light. It twists and coils around him. He feels like he’s surrounded by hellfire. “You want to know my vote, hmm? Fine,” the next part comes out almost saccharine sweet. “I heard your little chat with Mom. She didn’t even remember Reginald Hargreeves was dead at his memorial. She acts like he is just out of town. She has no clue what is happening. I think Mom needs a bit of a time-out or a nap. Isn’t that what she would have us do? Considering she is clearly so out of sorts.” It looked like Diego was going to take a swing at her despite the Wisps.

“That’s new,” Klaus states, somewhat in awe.

“When did she learn that?” Vanya inquires.

“Does it matter?” Allison asks. “She needs to stop!”

“Let him go, Y/N,” Luther says.

“Whatever you say, Number One,” she acquiesces and takes a few steps back before pulling back most of her powers between her open palm until it resembles a large orb she wills down in size. She keeps it there for a moment before letting it shift to its usual form and place behind her. Her everpresent coruscating companion.  

Allison sighs at the dramatics. “Are you trying to burn the place down?”

“I know what I’m doing, Allison,” she replies. 

“So it’s three to three,” Vanya says, trying to shift the focus back to the main topic before her sisters start to fight. 

“Five will have to be the tiebreaker,” Luther admits.

“A vote we’d get done a lot faster if someone had let me finish my search,” Y/N complains. 

“I’m sure he’ll be back soon,” Vanya says.

Y/N goes to leave without saying another word. 

"Hey!" Diego snaps and follows her. “What the hell was that?!”

"Something I haven’t done in a very long time.”

“You had no-”

“No what, Diego? No right? That’s funny, because you can’t be serious. I have every right to be mad. Just like they do. You lied to them, to me. You hid this from them, from me! Let me guess, you don’t even think you did anything wrong, do you?” 

“I was protecting, Grace,” Diego grits out.

“I defended you,” she pokes him in the chest. "You know that?”

"What?" He glares as he swats her hand away. 

"At the gym, before you got there, even earlier today. I told Luther you didn't have anything to do with this. That it couldn’t be you. And yeah, you didn't kill him, but why hide it? Especially after he found out you were in the ring that night. I told him I trusted you, even if you hate me."

"Will you stop saying I hate you!" Diego shouts.

Her jaw dropped momentarily before closing with an audible click of her teeth, and her eyes flash red. But Diego continues his tone a touch less angry, "Does it frustrate the hell out of me when you don't listen, hell yes. Or how you never consider your own safety and choose to focus on everyone else's? Absolutely. Or when you push yourself so far past your limits you look like a shell of your usual self? Damn right it does. But I don't hate you. Never have. I hate that you won't let me explain or even help without you fighting me."

"That's rich coming from you,” she says with an eye roll. “How many times since we got here have you literally screamed you don't want my help."

"Really?” He crosses his arms. “We're going to do this now?"

"Yes, because you don't trust me."

"That's not true!"

"You don't even trust me to protect myself when I'm the Wisp. In the courtyard-"

"That is because I know you push yourself too hard when you're in a fight. You always do. And you are out of practice. And sure, in that meeting, you came out swinging, but in the courtyard? Your focus was on Five's portal, on looking after us, and you didn't even react when I touched you. Not a flinch, not a move to block. Nothing. That’s why I shook you so hard this time. Before, you were leaving just enough in your actual body to keep breathing. What was I supposed to do?"

"I knew you all wouldn't do anything that put me in danger. I knew you wouldn't hurt me,” she tells him. “No matter how much you-"

"I swear if the next words out of your mouth are that I hate you, I might-" He points his finger at  her. And it’s like the anger bleeds out of her. Exhaustion creeping in from manifesting first multiple full-formed Wisps, but then the halo ring for the first time in years. She sways on her feet slightly. On instinct, Diego reaches out to steady her, one hand on her shoulder.

"Point taken, Okay?” She nods. ”Next fight, I'll focus differently."

"Need a hand-to-hand combat refresher, you know where to find me, but it's not just that, okay? If you're going to use your little lights to follow us again, don't scramble your brain too much. I know you're going to keep doing it, just don't push it."

"You've been talking to Luther, haven't you?"

"That too, but the others might not notice when you follow them around with your little lights, but I do. And yeah, you both straight-up confirmed that. I'm shocked you didn't see me toss the monocle. I went to the donut shop crime scene right after. Part of why I was shocked you were defending me."

She punched his shoulder. "Then why didn't you tell me?"

"You were too busy lecturing me to get a word on."

"You're such a jerk."

"Just to you, Luz."

"That's a new one," she grinned.

"Well, if we're supposed to get along, I can't very well call you Bruja anymore."

When she hears the start of a scuffle, Y/N splits into the Wisp and is in the thick of it before she even knows what is really happening. Bullets flying has her transferring enough of her mind back for her body to hit the floor before putting most of her focus back into her illuminated form. Moving to immediately back Diego up and trying to draw as much of the focus on the Wisp as possible. Shoot at her in that form all they want, even if they could. The main issue was these opponents seemed smart enough not to fall for her usual tricks. Especially when she realizes that Klaus and Vanya could be caught in the middle of it all. So she resorted to some older tactics, some of the first ones she learned. Klaus had always called it the flash and crash. Use the Wisp to blind one of the attackers and tackle them from behind. She gave her brother just enough warning to shield his eyes before the Wisp turned blindingly bright, and she went for the masked assailant's knees and panting a superheated fist against the masked face. Earning a litany of curses from Diego as she did. But he was right back at it, using his powers to keep his sister out of his blade's path as he did. He fought back the instinct to put himself between her and the fight but could tell she had actually listened to his earlier advice. Flames in her eyes matched the smoke coming off almost any hit she landed. Even singed the wall when she pushed off in an attempt to get a better angle to attempt to take out the gun. But that earned her a shout from Diego when the barrel of it trained a little too close to her torso for his liking, and a bullet nicked her arm as she dodged. A grunt of pain and shock has her pulling back and ducking into a doorway. She hears her name called before an angry noise from Diego. He was beyond done by that point. Throwing blade after blade to distract and hopefully overwhelm the gunman. He missed the way Y/N tore at the fabric of her sleeve, the fabric burning ever so slightly as she did. She let the Wisp take form and allowed her to split her attention to making sure nothing worse came her way while she dealt with the injury. Most of her heat faded as she wrapped the fabric around the wound and secured it enough before pulling her powers back to her and getting back into the fight. Diego and the fight were no longer right outside the door by the time she was sure the makeshift bandage was secure, and she was ready to get back out there. She goes looking for the fight but finds Vanya hiding in the process. Vanya pulls away as violently as Y/N stops in front of her. “Shit, V,” Y/N says, willing the heat out of her left hand, so she can get a better look at her sister's injury. “You're okay, V. I've got you. If you want I can-”

“Do it,” Vanya nods, wanting to prove that she can handle this stuff. 

“Okay, but this is going to hurt like a bitch, and it only works on surface injuries. You sure?"

"Yeah, we're wasting time," Vanya says.

"Okay, V, brace yourself.” Vanya bites down on her sleeve as her sister superheats a fingertip and, as fast as humanly possible, closes the small wound on her sister’s head.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” Y/N repeats before letting the Wisp take all her heat with her into its form. “Let me check.” She brushes Vanya’s hair out of the way and nods. Letting her hand rest against Vanya’s forehead to help calm her ever so slightly. “We should-” They both startle at the sound of the chandelier crashing and running toward the foyer. They are both momentarily stunned when they see Luther before he runs off. Allison goes over to Vanya, and Diego pulls Y/N aside.  

"Let me see," Diego insists, quickly using one of his knives to remove the bloody fabric from her wound as soon as the shock of Luther's reveal wore off. 

"It's a bad scratch," she tries to downplay the fact she barely missed getting shot in the side. She pulls away. "I can take care of it." 

"It's a gunshot wound," he corrected.

"Wait, what?" Vanya says, coming over to look at her sister's arm. “Why didn’t you say anything?” 

"I'm fine," Y/N assures them as Allison joins them. The sisters don't miss the grumbled curses from Diego before he storms off. "If I could, I'd have done the same thing I did to your head." 

Allison looks at Vanya's injury and adds, “You should put some ice on that.” 

Vanya nods, wincing slightly as she does but focuses back on Y/N. "But that doesn't work on skin that's used to being superheated, does it?”

"Nope," Y/N replies before hissing in pain as Vanya carefully wipes away some of the ash from the burned sleeve to keep it from getting into the open wound. 

"Sorry," Vanya winces.

"It's okay, V at least I could help you, although it probably hurt more helping than if I had left it. If I had known the fight would be over that quick, I’d have-"

“Diego?” Allison asks when he returns, and he is still furious. He tosses a first aid kit onto the table toward his sisters. 

“What are you still doing here?” He says to Vanya. 

“I'm just trying to help,” Vanya admits, reaching for the kit to attempt to help the sister that had helped her. 

Y/N recognizes the look Diego has. “Please, Diego,” she cautions him.

He ignores her and continues to focus on Vanya. “No, you could've been killed. Or gotten any of us killed. She is a liability.” He looks between his sisters that do have powers. 

Vanya looks at Allison. “Allison?” 

“I think what he's trying to say is that this kind of stuff is dangerous,” Allison says. “You're just…”

“Not like you,” Vanya finishes for her. She sets the first aid kit back down.

“V, it's…” Y/N tries to say something at the same time Allison says. “No, that's not what I... Vanya, wait.” But Vanya is already leaving.

“Let her go,” Diego tells them. “It's for the best.”

“Says who?! You?!” Y/N snaps. "I miss the meeting where you became Number One or something?"

“You know I’m right,” Diego attempts to not lose it. He knew she and Vanya were closer than he was with either of them. He also knew she was exhausted before getting shot. So he tried to keep his wits about it.

“She’s injured, Diego! And you just drove her away! What if she-”

“You’re injured too, and unlike her, you still have an open wound.” He retorts.

“She needs our help!” 

"She’ll survive. She is safer as far away from all this as can be. And you!” Diego finally shouts. What happened to your two brain cells huh? You still using them," he turns on Y/N. "When I told you to be more aware of your actual body in a fight I did not mean for you to just throw yourself at a gun!"

"I am just as trained in this as you are. I had it covered."

"You got shot!" 

"Would you prefer I left my physical self unattended while those assholes shot through the walls?"

"No!"

"Then pick a fucking lane, Diego! You can't have it both ways! And I sure as hell am not backing out of a full-on assault of my own home just because you want me to! So quit yelling at me!"

She rubbed at her temples as the last bit of adrenaline seemed to fade from her system. She stormed off, taking the first aid kit with her so she could patch up her arm.

Y/N isn’t sure how long she sits in her room. Too exhausted to keep track but too on edge to actually sleep. She wasn’t sure what to do. Her head hangs low as she sits on her bed and leans against the wall. She looks up when through the Wisp that hovers near the center of the room, she sees shadows move outside her door. She sighs as she hears a knock on her doorframe. “It’s open,” she greets. 

The door opens, and Luther asks, "How's the arm?" 

"I've had worse," she assures him. He gives her a skeptical look. "We dealt with enough dicey shit as kids that we both know this is nothing."

"Didn't seem like nothing to Diego from what I hear," he counters.

"Diego was acting like I took a fatal hit," she grumbled. "Though I'm not the one that took a whole ass chandelier." She narrows her gaze at him. "Are you okay?"

"Barely a scratch," he deflects. 

"Luther, I'm not going to push, and you don't have to tell me anything, but…" she saw him physically flinch like she burned him as she spoke. "Is this…is this why you were worried about me checking in on you with my powers?"

"A bit," he admits.

"Because you know I don't care, right? Like, I know what it's like to be the one that gets stared at and whispered about for being…well, a freak. Not that I think you're a freak. I know that you guys think the Wisp is freaky. I know you guys think it's even more unnatural than most of your guys' powers. Ben always got that. Polar opposites powers wise, and he at least could hide his but-"

"You're not a freak,” Luther says, rather bluntly, “Okay?"

She rolled her eyes at that.

"No more than the rest of us ever were,” he adds. “Or at least when we were kids. This is not coming off right," he groans and moves to stand beside the glowing form and gestures to it. "This was never a bad thing, especially not when we were little. You literally lit up a room when you walked in. Always warm, and so…" he frowned at the way her shoulders seemed to shift, and it was like he was watching her close herself off. He groaned again and moved to sit somewhat carefully next to her on the bed. "No one came back from losing Ben, well, you know that, right? You are just the one that has a big flashing, what you call, a neon sign, of what's going on in your heart. It's like a mood ring on steroids. You get mad and glow red. And so bright it's like staring at the sun and standing too close to a forest fire. It's just tough sometimes because it's always blue nowadays. And we know there's nothing we can do to change that. Nothing I can do. I can't bring Ben back. I can't take away the pain of the shit dad put you through. And I can't make Diego less of an asshole." That earned him a laugh and made him grin. "So yeah, it isn't always easy to know there isn't anything I can do. We aren't kids that can just pull pranks or make stupid jokes to make ourselves feel better anymore. But the Wisp doesn't make you any different, any freakier than we were when we were kids. And as you keep pointing out, you're still my sister. Still the same person that refused to listen to half my orders if you think someone needs you."

"Exactly, you're still my brother. You're just even more so my big brother." She grinned. “Really big, big brother.”

"We're the same age, Y/N," he deadpans. 

"Sure, Number One," she shook her head.

“Fine, then as your big, big brother, I say you get some sleep. You look like a strong breeze could take you out.”

“Wanna fight me on that?” She grinned. 

“I would, but you’re injured, so I’ll take the L on that one,” he chuckles.

“Fine, I’m kicking you out,” she conceded. “But only because you asked so nicely.”

“Deal,” Luther stands and heads back to the door. 

“Luther?” she calls before he closes her door.

“Yeah?” 

“Glad you found your other brain cell. You were a badass from what I hear.”

He huffs a laugh. “Sleep, or you might lose yours.”

[random-bi-writer]

The Real Reason Why Six Dropped Mono

First we need to discuss the ending of Very Little Nightmares and compare it to the endings of the other games.

The Pretender and RCG (Ori) both “fell to their deaths”

Now let’s look at the other endings.

Six escapes the Maw in Little Nightmares 1.

Rk (Sunday) gets turned into a Nome in Secrets of the Maw.

Six drops Mono and he turns into Thin Man.

Now you might be wondering; “What’s the problem with these endings? Also they’re all completely different. What’s there to compare?”

What the last three have in common is that all the protags transformed;

While Six didn’t literally transformed in a physical sense, in a way, she went from a child tyring to escape the maw to becoming part of it’s system. Without the context of Secrets of The Maw, Six became a cannibal by eating the cannibals.

So if Six, Rk (Sunday) and Mono got transformed, what does make of RCG (Ori)? Well if we follow by this logic, it’s safe to assume that she might still be alive and got transformed as well. And I have proof-

The Pretender and RCG (Ori) may have fell but their puddles were still separate. Yet, if you watched the ending carefully, only one bubbling will show up, implying that one of them survived. And then this shows up.

While we may not see RCG’s (Ori’s) human body, we can still see her as her own raincoat.

Do I have your attention now? Okay, let’s continue.

Now we need to discuss about Six’s behavior in Little Nightmares 2 and look for what’s similar to her behavior in VLN.

In Chapter 1, Six is understandibly weary of Mono but is slowly warming up to him. Chapter 2, is Six trying her best to help Mono. There is no feral signs of Six in these two chapters, even after getting into danger a lot of times. Also since Six is basically the youngest out of the protags, I’m pretty sure that her beating up that bully was just her trying to copy and impress Mono.

Chapter 3 is when she starts acting different. She still acts the same as before but she always look surprised at Mono’s actions and wary of him. Not only that, there are cases where she seems downright bored and extremely agressive. Mono’s feral personality may have been rubbing off Six, but she shouldn’t have changed so drastically.

So which of these are similar to Six’s behavior in VLN?

Chapters 1 and 2.

What Mono and RCG (Ori) have in common is that they have both done something that put Six’s life in danger, it could have been betrayal to her eyes, yet she still tries to help them.

So where did the agressiveness came from? Well there was someone who wouldn’t hesitate to hurt others yet are still helpful.

RCG (Ori) did not hesitate to pour steam on the butler and didn’t open the door for Six. Mono may be a “violence first” kid, RCG (Ori) will not hesitate to hurt anyone that goes in the way of her safety, she only does this when it comes to strategy.

And Six acted like this after Chapter 2.

Don’t forget, the moment that Six putted on that Raincoat, she started acting differently.

So combining this observations; I can say that Six is being possessed by RCG (Ori).

So how does this relate to Six dropping Mono?

Let’s just say that even after getting turned into a raincoat, RCG (Ori) is still aware of her surroundings. Even if she can’t move anymore.

Then Six finds her, and she recognizes the 9 year old as the girl that tries to help her.

If you watch the scene where Six puts on the coat, the lights will flicker. Yet it isn’t agressive like the 1st game, it’s almost like someone just saw a kid that they recognize.

Maybe she wanted to thank Six or maybe it’s overprotective big sister vibes; but RCG (Ori) wants to help Six on any way she can and keep her safe.

Now all RCG (Ori) could do is just watch Six getting into danger over and over again because this random kid can’t control himself.

And this was the final straw.

While I doubt that she can feel the pain, I’m sure that RCG (Ori) can hear how much smashing the music box actually hurts Six, both physically and mentally.

And despite seeing this, Mono doesn’t stop.

And it made her mad.

RCG (Ori) doesn’t understand why Six would still try to help Mono after hurting her so badly to the point of what sounded like torture.

But there is no way she wants this innocent little kid getting hurt that badly again.

So she tries her best to posses Six and...

Let go.

[windandwater]

for some reason I become outgoing when I travel idk. my dad’s the same way. I think it’s just nice to meet people you’re never going to see again. hear new stories. part ways. less pressure.

some interactions

American couple next to me in a cafe trying to figure out how to tip--you literally can’t in some restaurants here and I said something like “yep, being from the US makes you allergic to not tipping” and we chatted. it’s just. true though? you can know all day that they make a living wage, they can make it impossible to tip in their system and you’re like “but...I have to.”

we said something like this to the servers in Greece and explained why and they were so astonished by how fucked up America is. we’re like “WE KNOW. WE KNOW.”

kid in the restaurant had a “lockdown leavers 2021″ hoodie and I was at first like “uhhhh” so I googled it and it (I didn’t want to judge if it was something nice) and turns out it means he graduated in 2021! so I congratulated him and got the biggest smile. I’ve never congratulated someone for graduating and I always thought it must be weird to be told that but I feel like it’s justified in right now.

ate in the park and when I was done I sucked just a little bit on the lime that came with my fruit to get some of the bread taste out of my mouth (ineffective) (sour things are nothing to me, though I prefer lemon) and I looked up and a dude definitely watched me do it. I hope I was his unhinged person of the day. because that whole day was a series of absolutely bonkers humans for me.

in the aquarium I once again had the answers for everyone wondering what that fish was. I got really excited upon seeing a boxfish and thank GOD I had a joke ready for “it gets stressed and blows up like a pufferfish and releases poison” because it is apparently wild when you tell people they’re one of your favs and follow it up with that. (note: “if I got stressed and did that...” lands here.)

aquarium is near Big Ben/parliament which means I got to see it which means I crossed Tourist Bridge (real name? no) and there were people doing that cup & ball game where there are 3 cups and you have to find the ball??? I couldn’t believe that still happens and one guy walking past goes “they still do that in 2022??? what is this 1900??” me: RIGHT??? because. what.

guy near houses of parliament had a little stand proclaiming that you should resist wearing a face covering on public transit. I have only been wearing my mask indoors (I am one of 3 people in the city doing this) but I saw this and immediately put on my mask. he did not try to give me a leaflet.

some more observations

update on the walking situation: confirmed that there is no god here. I’ve also now seen the rules change (signs saying “keep left” or “keep right” in various walkway hallways) within stations. I’m trying not to let it make me crazy. it’s almost working.

(GUYS PICK A SIDE IT MAKES THINGS EASIER JESUS CHRIST) (I’m a New Yorker I know about foot traffic!!! please!!)

it's one thing to know logically that British authors based their stories off of things in their real lives and the fact that the whole country sounds and looks like a storybook is a function of that, not the fact that it's a fake place with fake place names. it's quite another to be casually minding your business and see a kid on his way to fucking Hogwarts.

(look, I know. I know. but bad people can write books that have a impact greater than themselves and no I'm not giving her any more money but it doesn't change the fact that her book taught me that love is the greatest force in the world and also to eat the rich and I won't apologize for that or pretend that otherwise just because she didn't understand her own fucking work or because the internet is incapable of anything but black and white thinking)

this is the only city I’ve ever been to that has a sense of humor about itself. some of the phrasing on signs is just...funny. American signs are never funny. once during the pandemic the park near my apartment did a series of joke signs all over it and we could not figure out whether it was a prank or real (it was real, I’m still shook about it)

several official examples but my favorite that made me stop dead in the zoo of protestors/tourists/cops was the big banner from the people protesting the Tory government that included the line “Metropolitan please STOP STEALING OUR BANNERS”

also hilarious: big group of protestors holding signs protesting Boris Johnson, I guess they’d been there a long time b/c they were kind of just casually chatting. British girl behind me says to her friend “imagine having time to stand around holding placards” ... the US would never

we take ourselves so god damn seriously and they just don’t. not even the people with the “SELF-SERVING LIARS ARE DESTROYING OUR NATION (PLEASE STOP STEALING OUR BANNERS)” banners. not the people walking past them. not fucking anyone.

when there were regular ISIS protests going on outside the jails in NY I was like “right on, comrade” I would’ve glared daggers at and anyone deriding them. they weren’t chatting casually and no one walking past was roasting them. and the Johnson shit is just as serious!! this country is out of its mind!!! or maybe we are!!

I know the issues with the cops here but. I got stuck behind a couple and you know every time that happens in the US I automatically look for their guns? and my whole body is tense the entire time they’re in my vicinity. it is. a feeling to do that and see only handcuffs and a baton. and I know, I truly know, the damage they’ve still done, and my skin was crawling when a lady asked them for a picture, but my god.

public gardens originally for royalty now open to the public are always going to set my teeth on edge. they’re beautiful. the ones that used to be people’s private grounds for their own private bullshit are. listen. eat the fucking rich.

in Central London the trains come every 2 minutes?!??!?!?!

if you run to catch the train in NY I am right behind you limping like a motherfucker on my swollen ass ankle. I’m never running to catch shit here.

[mariposamisteriosa-blog]

OH Dipty!

In the forest, Dipty and Monty are gathering flowers for lunch. They hear a strange noise coming from the willow tree. They flew terrified but Dipty was a brave fairy.

“Monty, I want to see what it is, ” she said as her wings twinkled.

 “ No, Dipty, what if it’s a beaver? He’s going to eat us” Monty said, shaking

 “ We won’t fly down, Promise Monty” 

“ Fine” said angrily

As both the fairies fly close to the floor but not down they see a sheet covering some strange creature. They refused to fly down so they waited until the creature itself showed itself.

 “ A BABY '' screamed Dipty, she flew in circles very excited. Monty was not excited but disgusted about the creature.

 “ Can we keep it Monty? Oh boy. Oh boy. Pleaseeee” she yelled desperately. Monty looked at Dipty with a confused and disgusted face. Thinking of choking her because absolutely not will he take care of this ugly creature.

 “ Are you insane, we leave it here so the bear can eat it.” He said proudly. 

“ Monty we can’t leave this baby here, I promise to take care of it” she said

“ I said NO, now let's go back home” Monty took off 

All I  wanted was to take care of the poor critter. Some humans had left it there to survive on its own. Monty said humans were bad people and if we bring the baby with us it might turn against us. Us fairies hate humans, all they wanna do is tear our home apart but I have a good feeling about the baby in the woods. While making la cena I came up with the best idea ever. We ate the flowers that night and I was peacefully waiting for Monty to go to sleep. He fell asleep in the cozy mushroom. I decided I was going to bring the baby and hide it from Monty. It can’t be that hard. Humans do it. I take my leaf  bag with some essentials just in case I see a beaver. I fly my way hoping the baby is still there and no bear has eaten him yet. I finally arrived where the baby was and BOOM he’s still here. I jumped and danced happily knowing the baby was safe. He's pretty heavy. It will take me all night to take him home. OH GOLLY. 

The sun was almost coming out and I was finally home. The baby was so heavy. Heavier than the rock we planted yesterday. I gave the baby  some strawberries and enjoyed it. I hid him underneath the banana tree and covered him with the leaf until Monty went to find some fruit for the day. I was pretty tired and wanted to sleep next to the baby until I heard Monty yell,

“ Dipty, WHERE ARE YOU?” 

“ I'm right here, behind the mango tree” I quickly flew near the mango tree

“ Where were you all night?, I didn't see the firefly that you use” he said confused 

“ Oh, I went for a walk” I said 

“ Late at night? But you don’t like to go alone” he said confused 

“ I wasn’t alone” she smiled but quickly faded away when she realized what she said. 

“ Who were you with then ?” curiously he said 

“ I was with my umm bumblebee “  nervously she said 

“ Oh okay, well off to cut some fruit I'll be back before the sun goes down. “ monty said 

“ yippy , see you later monty” I said, I Dipty hugged him goodbye and waited until he fully left.

Once I wasn’t able to see Monty I quickly went to check on the baby. It was bold. That’s silly. I made a hat from some banana leaves and flowers. It was making some weird noises. LOUD noises. It was what humans call crying. That's a weird word for llorando. I heard Betty ringing our beetle so I quickly went to check but first I covered the baby. I opened the door for my amiga.

“ Hola Betty “ I said happily 

“ Hola Dipty, have you heard that noise? Everyone wondering what it is” she said concerned 

“ What noise? I haven't heard anything” I  said nervously 

“ Dipty, que es ese sonido ? What are you hiding?” she said questioning me 

“ nothing, Betty NOTHING” I yelled out “ Fine, you can look but please please dont tell” 

“ I won’t tell, twinkle promise” she said happily 

“ twinkle promise, Monty doesn’t know about it so please shhhhh” 

“ I said twinkle promise “ she smiled 

I took Betty to the banana tree and took the leaves off the baby.

“ TADA” I yelled proudly 

“ IS THAT A BABY , HUMAN A HUMAN ?” she yelled confused 

“ CALLATE” I yelled scared “ Calm down please” 

“ Wha- wha- Why?” she looked concerned 

“ It was alone and it needed help “ i said 

“ Let me calm down” betty kept walking back and forth

“ Please be quiet” I said 

“ I don’t know what made you do this but I'll help you” she said proudly 

“ OH BOY OH BOY, Thank you” I said, jumping up and down

The baby did something nasty and we had to carry out water buckets to bathe the baby. It kept smiling at us. Made us both very very happy. We found it was a girl. We decided to name her “Twinkie”, I still can’t imagine how a human would leave their own baby, they really are horrible people. Human grown ups are really really bad. 

“ WHAT IS THIS DOING HERE DIPTY” Monty yelled 

“ I thought you were getting fruit” I said terrified 

“ I came home early, Dipty was is this doing here” he repeated again “ I should go home” said Betty, flying back to her house

“ Dipty, answer my question” Monty said 

“ I didn’t want the bear to get Twinkie” I smiled nervously 

“ Twinkie? You gave it a name” Monty said 

“ She is a good human. Adult humans are horrible. Please trust me” I said 

“ Fine Dipty, but you'll take care of it” he said, I smiled and hugged him so tight 

The door beetle was ringing and I saw many fairies outside our home. What if they come to take the baby away from me. I was so so scared.

“ We came to help” said Betty 

“ OH BOY OH BOY, THANK YOU GUYS” i yelled cheerfully 

Everyone helped out to take care of the baby, Well she’s not a baby anymore she’s what humans call 4 years old. She helps us so much on getting stuff done. We love Twinkie. I love Twinkie so much.