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slickchickchocolatier · 6 months

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CHAPTER SIX

Warnings: Mentions/hints of murderous rituals, hints of cannibalism, grave digging, cults, mentions of death, cursing. This chapter isn’t really for the light hearted and it’s going to get a bit gory from here on out so please don’t read if you’re uncomfortable. I also need to update the TO Masterlist. Also none of the chapters will be proofread since I don’t have the time to do so. 😭

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“Y/N! Hey! Wait up!”

You turn your head around and take in the sight of your co-worker, Jessica. She always seemed to be so friendly, despite hardly knowing you. Since you both were part-time workers, she would constantly take the opportunity to ask about hanging out after your shift ends. Unfortunately time never permitted you to have that luxury since school and homework was taking up the majority of your free time. But what luck! Since you were on Spring Break, you finally had the chance to secure that bond and make a new friend.

“Y/n, let’s hang out today, yeah? Some friends and I are going to this get together at a very cool spot, come with us! It will be fun!”

You initially shook your head; the idea of you joining a random group of people whom you’ve never met didn’t sound so appetizing, yet Jessica was so eager to get your approval, you could almost see the tears forming in her eyes.

“Okay, I’ll go just for tonight.” You caved in. She jumps jovially as she claps your hands within hers. “It will be so much fun girl! I’ll text you on what to wear.”

“What to wear?” The perturbed sense in your voice sets her off to quickly justify her reasoning. “Well yeah, we gotta look good because there will be some cute guys.” She winks. You hardly could care about boys. Between work and school, there really wasn’t much time for anything else. Honestly, having a puppy would be much easier than having a boyfriend.

As the evening progressed, you met up with Jessica and sure enough, she brought you to a house party where a group of her close and personal friends greeted you. They all seemed very friendly but it was odd that they all wore black, as did Jessica. What was even more strange was that she had texted you to wear white, preferably a dress. Upon questioning her about it, she laughed softly as she informed you that you looked splendid in white, and that it complimented your skin tone the best. She also added that the likelihood of her and the group wearing all black was just a matter of coincidence. You felt a little strange about her response but her hand holding on to yours gave reassurance.

“Hey, it’s a nice night. Let’s take this party outside and have a nice bonfire.” A male voice speaks from the center of the crowd and everyone chimed in with a tone of approval. You didn’t want to ostracize yourself, so you followed suit. It was only for an hour or two before you would head back home anyhow. Jessica even stated that she would drive you back.

Walking through the woods, you questioned the whereabouts of where you all ventured into. “It’s all land that belongs to my grandfather. He’s got over a hundred and twenty acres.”

One of the guys spoke out as he overheard your question to Jessica. The latter looked back and flashed a smile over to him as she continued to hold onto your hand. “It’s really pretty here. Maybe we’ll come back during the daytime so you can see it.”

You nodded seldomly as she swings your hand and skips along. The group was split into two, sandwiching you and Jessica in between.

“Ah, we’re here.”

Your eyebrows frowned together as you squinted to view under the dark conditions of the current atmosphere. Once you fully configured what it was that you were seeing, you stuttered out as you pull Jessica’s hand to your side. “Is that a…tomb?”

“Hm? Oh yeah—well, before the land was bought by his grandfather, there were several acres that were dedicated as graveyards—“

Her voice is gently interrupted as the same young male chimes in. “It was the whole reason why he bought this land in the first place. These tombs honor the lineage of my ancestors.

You didn’t bother acknowledging his words. The entire venue was too uneasy and you huffed under your news that you wanted to leave, to which Jessica simply stared wide eyed in response.

You stared right back with an expectant look, raising a brow in annoyance at her silence. “Jessica, I’m not kidding. Let’s go back, now.”

“Unfortunately you can’t leave, y/n.”

The man’s voice peers from behind as you turn back and issue a nervous but steadfast glare. You should have known this was all too shady, from the choice of attire to the location of the gathering, it was enough to leave a nasty taste in your mouth.

In a blink of an eye, you felt your arms pinned to your back as four random group members restrained you, Jessica disappears into the crowd; her stoic countenance allows her to fully blend in with the other members, signifying that she completed her part in getting you out, which seemed to be the main mission behind whatever intentions the group had.

They dragged you over to a man made altar, one that was made of concrete and steel, spiral rods. It was rustic and industrial in appearance, with a pair of chains in various sizes hooked onto the sides. You whimper out, saving your breath as you try your best to shrug and fight off your captors. Screaming seemed to be pointless as you configured that you were so deep into the woods, completely evident that no one would be nearby to hear you. You did your best to save all your energy but alas, it was all useless as you felt the clasp of the chained cuffs locking onto your wrists and over your waist.

“You see y/n, my family has been participants of a long lived ritual, one of Pagan originals. We believe that in order to honor the recently deceased, blood and organs are a necessity for them to feast as they become reborn.”

Your eyes grow glossy as you shake your entire figure trying to break free. “What the fuck are you on!? What fucking cult is this!? You all are delusional!”

You screamed out as you witnessed the group members digging up various farming blades. To your dismay and utter sense of betrayal, you watch as Jessica arms herself with a farming hook, while the others take on various types of scythes. A feeling of hopelessness overwhelms you and you nearly feel it is too late to do anything. What could you do?

Fear swarms and takes over as you feel your heartbeat escalate. How could this happen? In a blink of an eye, your whole night is becoming murderous as you begin to sob. They can’t do this to you. They have no right.

“The blood of one such as you, with the glowing complexion of the Seeded Goddess. Hair as deep as a raven's feather, and lips the color of peach blossoms.”

The man’s words spoke as he edged his blade against your skin, barely pressing as the flat part dragged along your chest. The tip is tucked under your chin tightly, you refrained from swallowing as you feared the traveling lump would slide against the sharpened edge, piercing your skin in the process.

“You might wanna close your eyes, unless you want to watch as you scream.” The man chuckles condescendingly. The others stood around, encircling the altar as they preach out their animalistic chants. Four torches at each corner of the stone bed were lit up, allowing for you to witness the faces of your murderers. Unable to handle what was about to transpire, you squint your eyes when someone from the far back speaks rather timidly.

“H-hey…who's that?”

The nervousness in the young man’s voice catches the attention of the leader as he remains standing above you, but turns to face the direction the group member pointed to. “What is that? W-what the FUCK is that?”

A member flashes the light, and a slight bit of hope mixed with curiosity causes you to open your eyes, but the position forced on you prohibits your sight from gaining full access to see what it was everyone was looking at.

“Hey…hey! This is private property!” The leader shouts out. You can see the flaring of his nostrils and the frustration built up from the interruption. “Hey man! I’m talking to you!”

The leader breaches the shorthand distance of whoever it was that ignored his warning. The group all followed closely with Jessica standing behind and guarding you from escaping.

“Look man, if you don’t fucking leave I’m going to cut you in half. Get out no-“

You hear his words cut short, though a vibing sense tells you that it was by his own halt. “What in the fuck…”

The group members all stand in shock and semi-disgust as they witness a young man, shadowed in the heavy badness of black coveralls and hat. He paid no mind to the forewarning cult and continued with his overt butchering.

“D-dude…is he…” the voices stutter, shaking in fear and disbelief as they piece together what the intruder has done. “Did he dig up your sister and…cut her to pieces?”

The leader's eyes stretch in anger as he watches the young man cut the deceased’s body into quads. The passing of his elder sister was already too much to bear for him; seeing her body being switched up as if she was cattle was infuriating. The nudeness of her flesh, or whatever was left of it, displayed the numerous marks sketched on the skin, outlining the amount of souls that had been taken under her hand. It was all a part of the ritual, and being that she was an active participant of the sickness that infested this family line and its followers, she was just as delusional as the rest. The car accident was a blessing for the world, but for the cult members, it was a tragedy.

“W-what have you done?! Get your hands off my sister!”

The leader screams in anguish. Another chop and out went a piece of the torso, then a thigh, and the arms. The head was the first thing he had packaged, sealing the identity of the lifeless body. He ignored the screams as he made haste, the body was still fresh, but barely. Normally he would have had the meat harvested and freezed within a twenty four hour period, yet the autopsy provided delay by an added day. There was still time, but none of it could be shared with the blubbering idiots who were screaming obscenities his way.

“Mother-fucker!” The leader lunges forward and prepares his scythe to strike. He was so sure that he was going to lop off the head of this invasive intruder that desecrated his sisters gravesite, but a sudden movement on the intruder's part is followed by a painful sting to the chest. The cult stands confused and shocked upon seeing the display of violence happening before them. With a lighter blade, the stranger managed to slash through the man’s chest before he could even swing the heavy scythe. Quick with his movements, it almost seemed as if the stranger committed the deadly deed motionless as he stood unfazed and calm. With the young man choking on blood and groaning in pain, the victor stands aiming his vision at the other members. With two machete blades in his grip, he narrows the tip point of a blade upwards against the bill of his cap. With it, he flicks the cover off, completely removing it and revealing the beauty of his noble face. Blonde locks gracefully frame his Asiatic features and compliments the ivory pale complexion he inherited. Stabbing the ground, he stabilizes one of his blades to free a hand. Raising it delicately, two elongated fingers gently hook his plump lips, stretching it to a forced smirk. There, the members all witness a shuttering image of the beautiful man showing his deadly warning through the display of sharp canines. Flaring a sense of vampirism, goth, and gore, the man eloquently releases a soft chuckle right as he oozes his words.

“Run along kids. Never get in between a dog and his bone.”

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all-risejd · 9 months

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Chapter 23: The first Meeting (A Poly Judgement Day Fic)

San Diego May 10th, 2023 Wednesday

Nessa wakes up and rolls over snuggling back into Dominik's chest, what he told her last night coming back to the forefront of her thoughts. She rests her hand on his chest and smiles. He wants nothing more than to have that future he envisions for them. She draws shapes on his chest with her finger. She remembers the first time she met him in her Emergency room and how far they have come.

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Sometime in October of 2018

Nessa’s curly red hair is tied back in a messy bun, her stethoscope slung around her neck. The black scrubs she is wearing that day washing out her complexion making her look even more pale than usual. She looks up from her charting when she sees a young man, tall hair cut short with glasses and a hoodie with a wrestler she recognizes as Rey Mysterio on it. He is calling out for help as he is carrying someone, supporting their weight, practically dragging them in, blood pouring down the other guy's face, his eyes unable to focus.

“You gotta help me, we had an accident in training.” The boy in the hoodie asks, panicking, his own breaths shallow.

Nessa springs into action, snapping on a pair of gloves as she runs over two other nurses joining her. Together they set the man in a wheelchair, one of the other nurses holding the wound on his head to stem the bleeding while Nessa uses her penlight to assess the pupillary response. “His pupils are sluggish, take him to CT and page Neuro while I get information from his friend here,” Nessa orders the others who immediately do as told. Nessa takes off her gloves and turns to the young man who she can’t help but eye up and down, appreciating the chubbiness in his cheeks and finding him adorable even in his panicked state. “Hey your friend will be fine, our doctors and nurses are the best in the state, now I need you to breathe.” She takes a deep breath to demonstrate and continues once he takes a few deep breaths with her. “Good, now tell me what happened and his name so I can start his chart instead of calling him John Doe.” Nessa gives him her best calming smile.

“Andrew, his name is Andrew Watkins, we were training, we are training to be wrestlers and he botched a move and hit his head on the steps.” He explains near hyperventilation again.

“Sir I need you to breathe with me again” She instructs, taking an exaggerated deep breath, the young man copying her. “Ok, now what is your name sir,” She asked as he blinked back tears.

“Dom, Dominik.” He answers, his voice shaky.

Nessa nods and pats his knee. “Ok, Dominik, is there any family we can contact for Mr Watkins?” Nessa asks, writing down information in her little notepad to put in the chart when she is at her computer.

“Yuh… yeah, his brother” Dominik gives her his information and she quickly writes it down.

“Unfortunately Dominik I can’t give you any updates on him because you are not next of kin, I am going to call his brother and when he gets here we will give him the update and what he does with that information is up to him.” Nessa holds up her hand to stop him from arguing, “I’m sorry but it’s the law, he is alive and that is all I can tell you ok.” Nessa assures him before getting up and going back to the computer at the intake desk. She inputs the information into his chart and calls the number Dominik provided, then going back to triaging patients coming in and calling people back.

Dominik keeps his gaze flickering between the door and to Nessa. Grateful at how nice she was and he can’t help but admire the strands of hair that have made their way out of her bun that frame her face and is floored at how she handles those coming in with such compassion yet being stern and firm when needed. Before too long Andrews' brother Alex comes running in and goes straight for Dominik.

Nessa gets up from behind the desk and begins to go over to the two men, but gets stopped by someone stumbling in covered in blood that is still pouring from his neck and chest, over his hand where he has his thumb stuck in a gaping hole in his neck. Nessa immediately jumps into action, going over to the man and guiding towards the trauma room, only for someone to step in front of them. She looks up to the two men seeing Dominik, and the man that must be Andrew's brother Alex.

“I need you to move please.” Nessa asks firmly trying to guide the gentleman around them but Alex steps in front of her again. “Sir this man is bleeding out as we speak, I need to get him into the trauma room. A doctor will be out soon to update you on your brother now get the fuck out of the way before I mow you down.” Nessa orders losing her temper, her concern is the man bleeding out onto her scrubs. Dominik sees how serious the situation is and how serious the young woman is. He fears for Alex’s life so he pulls him out the way and she drags this full grown man, probably twice her weight and a good foot taller than her. He stares in awe at how strong she is, physically and mentally to be able to do this job.

Alex scoffs and crosses his arms, “I am going to go get her manager, she can't speak to us that way.” He complains.

Dominik rolls his eyes and smacks Alex on the back of his head. “Hey stupid, the guy was literally bleeding out and she is just trying to do her job. Andrew is alive, she told me that much. You totally deserved that and more. That guy could die because you blocked her way, look at the trail of blood on the ground.” Dominik gestures, both of their eyes going toward the trail that leads to the room a bunch of people are running in and out of, Dominik smiling to himself when he sees the petite redhead exit the room, a look of relief on her face before she disappears down a hallway.

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A few days later

Dominik enters the lobby of the Emergency room, his eyes searching for the kind red headed nurse, intent to apologize for Alex’s behavior and maybe… His eyes light up seeing her behind the counter. He pops his neck and shakes out his hands before heading over to her. He gets to the counter and clears his throat to get her attention, unable to form words because of how nervous he is. She looks up and smiles kindly at him.

“Dominik right? What brings you in today, is everything alright, was there another training accident?” She gets out of her seat and walks around the counter to assess him.

He looks down at her and blushes, shaking his head. “Well then what do you need? This is an emergency room and we need to care for our patients.” Nessa crosses her arms and cocks her head, confused as to why this man is in her ER with no injury or emergency.

“I uh…” Dominik clears his throat and starts again, “I wanted to apologize for my friend's behavior and for getting in the way the other day. You were just trying to do your job and here…” He flings his hand out towards her with a gift card to Dunkin Donuts. Nessa only raises her eyebrows, not uncrossing her arms. “You work long hours and know you must live off of coffee like my mom did and you deal with idiots like Alex and me all day so I thought you might appreciate it. The amount is written on the back of the card…” Dominik explains and Nessa slowly uncrosses her arms and takes the card, sliding it into her pocket without looking at the back.

“Thank you, that is very sweet. I Don't mean to sound rude but I have to get back to work and you don’t have an emergency to tend to so I have to ask you to leave.” Nessa steps to the side for him to leave but he stays in his spot, his hands in his pockets, his shoulders raised near his ears, clearly wanting to say something else. “Go on, say what you need to hun.” Nessa prompts and Dominik exhales sharply.

“I was wondering if I could take you out for coffee sometime as well?” His eyes widened, anxious for her answer, pulling his arms closer to his body, hands still in his pockets. Nessa sighs and looks at him sadly,

“I’m sorry sir, I’m not looking for a relationship right now and well I just don’t have the time.” She shoots him down, forcing herself to keep her arms at her side instead of wrapping them around herself for some comfort.

Dominik looks dejected and his shoulders drop. “Oh that's fine, I just want to do something nice to make up for the other day. No expectations of anything else, please?” Dominik offers just wanting to get the opportunity to know her.

Nessa shakes her head in the negative. “No to that either. As I said I just don’t have the time, and while you seem like a very nice man, very cute, I just can’t. Now please go so I can get back to work.” Nessa gestures towards the doors. Dominik nods his head before hanging it down, shuffling out the door clearly dejected.

Once he is out the doors another nurse behind the counter snickers. “Oh he is sweet on you and seems like a sweet kid. You need someone like that after…” She starts teasing but gets serious.

Nessa waves her off dismissively. “I don’t need or want a relationship right now, especially after what happened. It's only been a few months, thank god he is back in the UK. I need to learn how to be by myself for a while.” Nessa plops down in her seat and takes a sip from her water bottle.

The older nurse responds, “I know it's not just that, you are afraid and that's ok, but you know what I say about courage. It is being afraid and doing the thing anyway.” Nessa pauses in her typing, the woman's words hitting home.

“Sarah, I… I know… It's just… It’s just too soon.” Nessa answers.

Sarah gives her a sad smile. “Well that's fine then… sooooo… how much was that Dunkin card because coffee is on you tomorrow.” Sarah asks, changing the subject, and trying to get free coffee. Nessa rolls her eyes and scoffs, pulling the card out of her pocket. She flips it over and her eyes widen and she just stares at it. “What? How much is it like 50? Or something.” Sarah asks, rolling her chair over and looking at the back of the card. “Holy fuck!” Sarah almost yells seeing the $300 written on the back of the card.

Nessa slowly lowers it and puts it back in her pocket. “We are not using this, if he comes back I am giving it back to him because that is ridiculous.” Nessa shakes her head.

Sarah pouts, “But come on, you deserve it and if he wants to just give you 300 bucks let him. He probably has a rich dad or something and doesn’t know how to properly apologize so that's how they do it.” Sarah theorizes, already back on her charting, muttering about rich boys under her breath.

“Who hurt you?” Nessa mutters as she taps her fingers on the desk. Sarah was content to ignore her in favor of charting, so shaking her head, Nessa continued on, “No Sarah, that is too much money. He will be back to ask me out again that I know. I'll give it back to him then, end of discussion” Nessa gets up and walks away not wanting to be badgered about the man.

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Almost a week passes by and Nessa is about to walk in the doors of the hospital, the gift card sitting unused in her wallet. Nessa enters and sees a different nurse, one she is very fond of, long light brown hair braided neatly, hung over her shoulder. The nurse looks up and smirks deviously at Nessa who groans, walking over and plopping down in her chair. “Don't you start Olivia, we may be best friends but you don’t get the card either, that is going back to him when he inevitably comes back.” Nessa shakes her head, swinging the chair side to side, eying the empty emergency room.

Olivia giggles before responding, “Oh he has already been back, twice while you were gone with some fake ass injuries or minor bruising from his training. Apparently, he is training to be a wrestler like his dad.” Olivia teases and Nessa looks at her confused. Olivia continues on explaining, “Oh he came in asking for you and explained to me what happened that first time. And how he is so floored by how nice you are and how fierce you are.” Nessa gives Olivia a look that screams you better not have given him any information and Olivia clocks that right away. “Don’t worry I didn’t tell him anything important, Just that you are fresh out of a bad relationship and not ready for anything and to not get his hopes up.”

Nessa sighs in relief, that sigh turns into a groan when she sees that Olivia is still smirking, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Whaaaaattttt” Nessa groans, not really wanting to know but unable to not know at this point.

“Do you want to know who his dad is?” Olivia asks.

Nessa shakes her head, signing in to the computer to try to do some busy work. “No, I don’t really care. I don’t plan to really see him again or get to know him so I don’t need to know.” Nessa answers even though the question is nagging at her but she ignores it. Olivia snorts but keeps the answer to herself, getting up to go intake the patient that just walked in.

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It is nearing 8pm and the end of Nessa’s shift which was thankfully uneventful. She looks up from her computer when she hears the sliding doors of the ER. She can’t help but roll her eyes to see Dominik again. Olivia hides her mouth behind her hand and giggles. “Men are so predictable.” Nessa mumbles under her breath as he approaches the counter, his hands in his pockets, his shoulders slumped over trying to look smaller, a sheepish smile adorning his cute chubby face. Nessa shakes her head to clear that thought.

“I had another accident in training, this time legit. I hit my head and things are a little fuzzy, my trainer drove me.” He gestures to the door and rubs the back of his head and he winces at the pressure.

Nessa goes into business mode, guiding him back into the exam room to get his vitals and information. Olivia wiggling her eyebrows at them, Nessa flipping her off before pulling the curtain closed for some privacy. “So I've been told you have been a frequent flier here for the last week.” Nessa starts the conversation while taking his blood pressure.

“Yeah well I felt I offended you by asking you out twice after you said no the first time then giving you the card with so much money on it. I’m not that kind of guy, no is a complete sentence and I know better. And I am not trying to flash money to get you to date me. I just wanted to do something nice, no strings attached.” He explains, wincing when she gently prods his head, lightly humming as she does.

“And what is prompting this oddly specific apology. I can assure you that I was not offended in the slightest.” She asks, typing information into her tablet to start his chart.

“Ah, uh.” Dominik stutters and rubs the back of his neck, “A good family friend, she, uh, pointed out how it looked and I never want to be seen like that. Uh it is also just dawning on me that the frequent unnecessary visits are also potentially troubling, I’m sorry I just needed to apologize in person and the other nurses wouldn’t tell me when you would be here which is understandable, the one out there told me you like coffee specifically a cold brew from Dunkin. And that you frequent the one around the corner...” He stares at the ground unable to make eye contact.

Nessa sighs and digs out her wallet from her scrub pants pocket and takes out the Dunkin card. She steps over and holds it out to where it is in Dominiks line of vision. He looks up and meets her gaze. Nessa is looking at him softly, without any hint of malice or anger, just a resigned sadness that makes his own chest tighten.

“No I’m not taking that back, it is for you to use how you see fit. Buy the entire hospital coffee if you want but that is for you. If you try to give it back to me I will just give it back to you another way.” He tells her resolutely, gently pushing the hand holding the gift card back towards her. She reluctantly puts the card back in her wallet.

“Well fine then, Mr Gutierrez, your vitals are good, I need you to wait in the waiting room until we call you back for the doctor since this is a non critical head injury.” She instructs him, back to being all business but failing at hiding the genuine smile he brought to her face. He walks out of the exam room his head held a little higher and nessa shaking hers, the smile still on her face not going unnoticed by Olivia.

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Sometime in November 2018

Nessa walks into the ER lobby for her shift holding a carrier with three coffees. She gets to the registration desk and hands one each to Sarah and Olivia who beat her there. “Did I mention you are my favorite and I am glad we always have shifts together.” Olivia moans as she takes a sip of her coffee, Sarah hums in agreement.

Nessa smiles and takes her seat sipping her coffee. “Well we still have a few more weeks worth of money on that card from Dominik so enjoy it while it lasts.” Nessa warns them, signing in to the computer not noticing the look Sarah and Olivia were sharing.

“You know we haven't seen your little cutie for a few weeks, and maybe since coffee funds are running low he can fill… it back up.” Sarah teases, sticking out her tongue when Nessa flips her off.

“You know, he has made you smile and we haven't seen that in a long time. You aren't on edge around him which is weird because you barely know him.” Olivia points out.

Nessa pauses, she hadn’t realized she isn’t afraid around him. She feels safe near him even though he is training to be in the same industry as her ex. “I know nothing about him, he isn’t mine and we are probably just the nearest hospital to his training gym…” Nessa rationalizes, not commenting on the observations of herself and her mental state regarding Dominik.

“Oh just give it time.” Olivia waves her off, the earful Nessa gave her about telling Dominik where she frequents for coffee worth the interference. If she has her way Nessa would be happy with the young man.

“Really Liv, can you not be such a matchmaker, I need to be by myself for a while just leave it be please.” Nessa asks, her annoyance lacing her voice. Olivia's reply is cut off by the sound of the sliding door opening. In walks Dominik with a bloody nose, holding a towel to it. Sarah snickers and Nessa lets her head drop to the desk, “Of course he would come in…” She mutters to herself and Olivia waves him over, opening his file and starting this visit.

In between answering her questions he glances at Nessa, whose head is still on the desk but she is looking at him, catching his gaze and blushing. After a few minutes of this she picks up her head and pops her neck, collecting herself. “Either you are getting hurt on purpose, or you have no business training to be a wrestler, orrr your training partner really hates you.” Sarah comments.

Nessa narrowing her eyes at the implication. “Uh a little of column A, a little of B, and we are both inexperienced. But my dad and Jay Lethal are training me and they aren't easy neither is Andrew who gave me the bloody nose today.” He answers, his response slightly muffled through the towel he is still holding to his face.

“Hey, you have every business training to do what you want. I wanted to be a nurse now look at me, I graduated with my BA in nursing at 20 and have been doing this for two years. I want to help people so I am the best way I know how and from what little you have told me you have family in the industry you are training for so you have an in, and natural talent or I’m assuming they wouldn’t train you.” Nessa praises, not wanting him to be down on himself. She may not know him well but she can see he has confidence issues. He blushes at her praise and inwardly preens that she has given him even the smallest morsel of personal information.

Nessa covertly kicks Olivia under the desk for wiggling her eyebrows. “Go back to your normal bed Dominik, I’ll be in in a moment to take your vitals and do the initial exam.” Nessa orders, gesturing vaguely behind her knowing he knows the way. Once he is out of earshot she swivels her chair to face the other two who are smirking victoriously. “Don’t you two start, you are just as bad as Ma and my cousins.” Nessa warns, standing up and disappearing from their view as they giggle.

The next few weeks go similarly, Dominik coming in with minor injuries that Nessa treats, the two of them getting to know each other in these interactions. Both of them drag out the visits to be longer than they should, Nessa not ready to see him outside of the four walls of the hospital and Dominik not wanting to make her uncomfortable, able to tell there is something she is trying to heal from and he doesn’t want to press the subject. He is just happy with whatever she is willing to give him.

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Dominik enters his parents house for their weekly dinner since his dad is home. He is shocked to see Vickie and Lita sitting on the couch with his mom, all of their heads close together clearly scheming something. “Aunt Vickie, Aunt Amy, what are you guys doing here?” He asks, hanging up his keys on the hook on the wall.

“Your mom called us over for dinner to discuss how you are struggling to get your soulmate on a date.” Vickie bluntly states, mischief alight in her eyes.

“Oh come on…” Dominik whines, his arms falling limply to his side, averting his eyes at the look his mom is giving him.

“It's ok Dom, we will help you out,” Lita informs him, a calming tone to her voice.

“Mijo, go set the table, dinner is almost ready, we will be joining you in a few minutes.” Angie instructs, Dominik doesn’t fight or argue and just goes to do as he is told, knowing he can’t stop them from meddling, he just fears they will make it worse.

“Amy, Vickie, that is Kevin's daughter and she hasn’t had an easy time of it, and from what Dominik has told me she is skittish which begs the question what else has she gone through.”

“Well that might be obvious and I hope we are wrong. However I have a plan, Here is what we are going to do…” Vickie explains her plan to the two women, their scheming getting interrupted by Rey who clears his throat.

“The table is set and food is dished out, lets go I’m wasting away…” Rey whines and the women roll their eyes but get up and go to the dining room, taking their seats.

“Ok Dom spill, how did you meet and what do you know?” Lita prompts, wanting to hear it from him.

He groans and slumps in his seat, knowing there is no use in delaying the inevitable so he explains and throws in his own theories, which are limited because as much as he would like Nessa to share anything with him the most he’s gotten from her is generalizations.

“Well sweetheart that is one of our theories as well so you need to tread carefully, but her friend told you where she goes for coffee and she knows you know so I think enough time has passed to where you can just “bump” into her. Amy has volunteered to go with you… tomorrow. You've been racking up medical bills just to go talk to her and frankly that is both sad and adorable… and stupid” Vickie explains, pointing her fork at Dominik who looks down embarrassed and mumbling something the others can’t hear.

“What was that baby, speak up.” Angie orders, a stern look on her face which melts with his answer,

“I don’t want to seem creepy, it seems like her ex really did a number on her. I’d be happy just being her friend.” Dominik speaks up, his blush going from his neck up to his cheeks and ears, the women cooing at him.

“And have you gotten this young lady's number yet?” Rey asks and Dominik shakes his head as his answer. “Then you are already being creepy and running up ridiculous bills for the ER visits, we may be well off but Mijo this is excessive for someone who hasn’t even given you her number. Nothing against her at all but is she worth it?” Rey asks, his opinion on the matter crystal clear to the room.

“Look, you have the day off of training tomorrow so we are doing it. What time is she normally there?” Lita asks, sipping her glass of wine, giving Rey the side eye.

“Uh… yeah… She works from noon to midnight so she is there around 11 to relax before her shift. And according to Olivia she works tomorrow, so yeah we know she will be there.” He answers , setting down his fork because he lost his appetite, nerves setting in for the next day.

Rey’s words chip away at what little confidence Lita and Vickie might have given him.

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Nessa grabs her order from the counter and goes to sit down at a nearby table, intent on enjoying the last 30 or so minutes before she has to go to work. She sips on her coffee, scrolling on her favorite fanfiction site, clicking on the Loki fanfiction, getting lost in the romance between Lauren and Loki, immersed in the world the author created, ignoring everything around her. She sips her coffee, unaware of a certain redhead that just sat opposite her in the booth.

Lita glances at Dominik, giving him a reassuring smile before clearing her throat. Nessa looks up from her phone which clatters on the table when she recognizes just who is sitting across from her. “You… You’re Lita, holy shit I loved you so much as a kid.” Nessa blushes, the admission just flying out of her mouth.

Lita smiles warmly at the young woman in front of her. “Yes I am, You don’t mind if I join you right?” Lita asks and Nessa can do nothing but nod her head and stare. Lita chuckles before complimenting Nessa and getting straight to the point, “You are very pretty you know, I think you would be good with my godson.” Lita leans forward and taps her fingers on the table, a familiar smirk on her face.

Nessa’s smile falters slightly and she fiddles with the straw of her drink. “While that is sweet, I’m not looking for a relationship right now Lita,..”

Lita cuts her off. “Call me Amy, dear.”

Nessa pauses momentarily before trying again, “Amy, I’m not looking for a relationship. And if it is your godson as you say he is probably in the industry and I am personally trying to stay away from dating anymore wrestlers or professional fighters. My last relationship didn’t exactly go well.” Nessa groans realizing she gave too much information to her childhood idol.

“Oh he is training in the industry but he is the sweetest boy, cute too and knows how to cook and wouldn’t hurt a fly but I respect the wanting to be alone. At least let me give you his number and when you feel you are ready give it a shot. Between me and you he is entirely too shy so that’s why I am trying to play matchmaker.” Lita reaches over and squeezes Nessa’s hand.

Nessa sighs in defeat, having a feeling that this mysterious godson is Dominik, it is too convenient that she comes to the coffee shop Nessa frequents and sits down and immediately starts to play matchmaker. “Fine, I guess I can agree with that. I make no promises to call or text him though.” Nessa hands over her phone, Lita snorts and types in Dominiks number but putting the contact name as Lita’s godson. Nessa grabs the phone back after Lita slid it across the table. Nessa checks the contacts and snorts, “What you won’t even tell me his name?” Nessa cocks her head.

Lita laughs. “I think you have an idea who it is. Look before I go lets take a selfie, you can make it my contact photo since I put my own number in in case you need me to come kick his ass.” Lita offers, while informing of the extra contact information.

Nessa can't hide the blush, her childhood crush offering to take a selfie with her. Lita, used to the fangirling, gets up and moves over to sit next to Nessa, wrapping her arms around the young girls shoulders and grabbing her phone. Lita angles the phone and snaps the picture then kissing the top of Nessa’s head. Lita gets up saying her goodbyes and walking out the door, Dominik slinking out behind her unable to look at Nessa from the embarrassment.

Nessa snorts into her drink and turns her attention back to her phone and the selfie that is still on the screen. She laughs to herself again seeing Dominik awkwardly staring at the ground in the background of the picture. She saves it as Lita’s contact photo suggested but never plans on having to contact her.

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A few days later Nessa is sitting at the counter at the nurses station, her phone in her hand staring at the contact screen of her phone, her finger hovering over the name Dom. She hears Olivia’s steps coming up behind her and greets the other woman, her eyes never leaving her phone screen. “You have been staring at your phone for like 3 days now. What's so interesting, are you finally talking to Dominik?’ Olivia asks, taking the seat next to Nessa.

“Uh no but… it's his number, his godmother kinda cornered me at Dunkin and gave me his number trying to play matchmaker.” Nessa huffed out.

“Ohh so he got his Auntie involved that takes some guts, or some serious lack thereof. Either way it is cute.” Olivia giggles, sipping the coffee Nessa brought in for her.

“You don’t think it's too creepy, or like a red flag?” Nessa asks, glancing over at the woman who quickly became her best friend.

“If it was any other circumstance I would say yes, but I am normally a very good judge of character and I never liked… your ex from the word go. But Dominik.. He… he has for lack of a better word a good aura about him. I think he would be very good for you and you for him.” Olivia gives her honest opinion, pausing before adding on, “I think you should message him and go out for one date, if only to get another Dunkin card for us to last through Thanksgiving and Christmas because girl we will need it.” Olivia jokes, but Nessa knows she is halfway serious about the Dunkin card; they would mainline it if they could for the holiday season.

“I wouldn’t even know where to start and I don’t think I am ready. And you’ve heard about the stories coming out about the men in wrestling. What if..” Nessa starts rambling, spiraling.

Olivia cuts her off, quickly, “Don’t spend your life thinking about what ifs, we take life as it comes or we don't really live. You won’t know how it turns out unless you try. I’m not asking you to marry the man, just text him. Get to know him and put yourself out there. And if you fall, if it goes south i will be there like last time to get you out.” Olivia promises, her voice thick with said promise that settles the unease in Nessa’s stomach.

“Fine” Nessa mumbles to herself and clicks on the contact information and opens the messaging app.

To: Dom -> Hey… It's Nessa from the hospital. Uh Lita gave me your number, and I kinda thought it was adorable that either you asked for her help or she just stepped in and took charge. My money is on that she just stepped in and took charge. Long story short, I’m off at midnight tonight and if you are still up you can take me to waffle house or something, that way she gets off your back and the girls here get off of mine.

Nessa hesitates before pressing send and tossing her phone on the counter and begins chewing on her thumbnail, Olivia snickering in the background. A patient comes in and Nessa does the intake, missing the silent notification coming from her phone. Half an hour later Nessa returns to the counter having finished with the patient, letting out a huff as she plops into her seat.

“Your phone has gone off a few times while you were with that patient.” Olivia points out excitedly tapping her fingers on the counter, bouncing up and down. Nessa rolls her eyes, her stomach going in knots afraid of what awaits her in her phone. Unsure what she wants the answer to be. On one hand she wants him to reject her which she knows is unlikely, on the other hand she wants him to say yes, and wants to give him a chance. She takes a deep breath and grabs her phone, unlocking it, seeing 3 messages.

From: Dom -> YES!

Nessa snorts seeing the excitable answer in the first message, she ignores Olivia’s annoyed huff and reads the next two messages.

From: Dom -> Sorry, I mean I would love to take you out to Waffle House when you get off work. Do you want me to pick you up or do you want to meet me there that way you have a way to leave if you want to?

From: Dom -> And yeah, Aunt Amy is my god mother and she just wants me happy. Mom, her and Aunt Vickie were plotting how to interfere when Aunt Amy came up with the plan. I look forward to seeing you tonight, just let me know what the plan is!

Nessa narrows her eyes at the last message gears turning in her head. She used to watch wrestling back when it was the WWF and him saying Aunt Vickie triggered something in her head. “What, what is it?” Olivia asks, the excitement gone from her voice, in its place was a worried tone.

“Uh he said yes rather excitedly but, uh he said Aunt Vickie, Amy who is Lita and his mom were plotting to get us together.” Nessa explains and Olivia hums thoughtfully.

“Well, I don’t know anything about wrestling like at all but I can look it up, what do you know?” Olivia asks, pulling up google on her phone.

“Uh that his dad is a wrestler, and is being trained by, uh, Jay Lethal and his dad who he hasn’t given the name of. But Dominik’s last name is Gutierrez and he has an Aunt Vickie….” Nessa trails off, her eyes widened. Olivia stops typing when she sees Nessa’s face. “What is it Nes?” Olivia asks, worry heavy in her tone.

Nessa clears her throat, “Uh, back in the day when I was young like 8 there was a custody battle that now seems so obviously fake but it was between Rey Mysterio and Eddie Guerrero, could his Aunt Vickie be Vickie Guerrero?!” Nessa quietly exclaims, everything starting to make sense. Olivia starts researching on her phone letting out a soft gasp. Nessa narrows her eyes, “What did you find Liv?”

“Uh yeah it’s Rey Mysterio’s son. Rey's real last name is Gutierrez and his son is Dominik and here is Dominik’s instagram with a picture of him and his dad.” Olivia turns her phone towards Nessa who sits back biting her lip, spinning back and forth in the chair. “And does that change anything?” Olivia asks, annoyance flavoring her tone, her friend of course gets a handsome rich boy with a bright future ahead of him fawning over her and she is too scared. Though she can’t blame her.

“...No” Nessa starts, chewing her lip before continuing. “It doesn’t, it just complicates things a little… It does explain why throwing $500 away on a nurse he doesn’t know and the constant ER visits for no reason.” Nessa snickers, feeling a little less uneasy knowing more information about him. Her attention turns to her phone which vibrates again. She checks the message seeing yet another from Dominik and her stomach knots, the constant texts being reminiscent of her ex and she hasn’t even gone on a date with him yet. Nausea builds up until she reads the message.

Olivia watches Nessa’s face contort, showing a progression of emotions Olivia recognizes immediately, having seen them many times before when nessa was still with her ex. Olivia curses his name under her breath for breaking her best friend. She only hopes Dominik will help her pick up the pieces.

From: Dom -> Hey sweetheart, it's Amy on Dom’s phone, he will meet you at the waffle house nearest the hospital you work at. You probably figured out who he is and he is freaking out that you don’t want to see him now. I am calming him down and he will be ready for you to be there or not, don’t worry about responding or feel pressured to respond or show up.

“Nes, are you ok what did he say?” Olivia asks softly, scooting her chair closer to Nessa who swallows thickly.

“Uh it was Amy, also known as Lita. She is with him right now and took his phone. He apparently started freaking out when he sent his last text message thinking, correctly, that I guessed who he was and worried I don't want to meet up with him. She said he will be at the waffle house near here and I can either show or not show no pressure.” Nessa scoffs, already well aware that Lita is trying to be a matchmaker. “She would get along well with Ma.” Nessa muses, rubbing her chest in an attempt to rub away the anxiety that flared up and to calm her racing heart.

Olivia notices this, “Go take your break and take your medicine, I’ll text you if I need you.” Olivia orders. Nessa nods silently agreeing and goes to do as she is told. Mentally trying to get ready for her date that night.

#dominik mysterio fanfiction #damian priest fanfic #the judgment day fanfic #finn balor fanfiction #rhea ripley fanfiction #poly judgement day

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Invincible Iron Man #10: Tony Stark and Emma Frost get married! Or do they?

It's Iron Man week again! And here are my thoughts about it.

Sorry, but I needed everyone to see this slightly disturbing panel. It's way better in context, though.

Issue #10 starts by giving us an update on Rhodey! It was a pleasant surprise for me, because I thought he would be kept to the side during the wedding plot. But no! The issue does not follow chronological order, so I'll make a not so quick detour to explain the current situation: issue #9 ends with Emma arranging a meeting between Tony and Wilson Fisk. In issue #10, Tony asks Fisk for help, and gets it. Why? Because Fisk's wife, Typhoid Mary, is a mutant, and she was forced off-world along with like 99% of all mutants during Orchis' attack at the Hellfire Gala. The thing is, the ones who were left on Earth think that the others are dead. In addition to the mutants and humans who were actually killed by Orchis, that means there are very few mutants left, and they're all out for blood. Fisk is too, since he thinks his wife is dead. So he and Tony come to an agreement: Fisk protects Tony (and Rhodey), because Tony promised he will defeat Feilong. But, well. It's Fisk. It probably won't end well.

Back to the present: Tony's the Black King of the Hellfire Club (to Fisk's White King), is desperately trying to build a new and improved suit of armour while pretending to be drunk all day, and scheming to defeat Feilong. Rhodey is still in prison and he's still being targeted by other prisoners on Feilong's orders. This time, Feilong even arranges a phone call between Tony and Rhodey while Rhodey gets attacked.

That's not very nice. Tony gets understandably mad, runs up to Feilong, about to do something very stupid like punch him in the face, but Fisk stops Tony and reminds him of their arrangement. Turns out that Fisk hired Sandman and the Living Laser to protect Rhodey in prison.

We get this nice panel of Rhodey telling Tony to win:

Nice! Tony and his allies are all determined to turn the tide of the war around, and they're doing all they can to get there.

So, what does Tony need to win? He needs a stronger armour (the stealth suit isn't powerful enough to beat sentinels), and he needs information from Feilong's mind. Which is why killing Feilong isn't a great idea right now. Unfortunately, Emma Frost (disguised as Hazel Kendal) just stepped foot in the Hellfire Club, and dreams of only one thing, revenge. So when Tony tries to stop her, this happens:

Ouch! Emma drops her ring, ready to kill Feilong and damn the consequences, but Tony begs her to reconsider.

Which is the exact moment, of course, when Feilong steps inside the room. And sees Tony on his knees in front of Emma with a ring in his hand. I think you know where this is going.

There isn't much choice for Emma and Tony: they need to get the inhibitor ring back on her finger so that the sentinels don't find her. And in front of Feilong, the only way to do that is if they make it look like a proposal. It's a desperate play, and very much unplanned. When I heard the news about the Stark-Frost wedding, I thought it would be some kind of political move on their part. I was wrong. This is a lot funnier, though.

And there you have it! Context for the panel I showed you back at the start of the post, and a very fake wedding! Between Tony Stark and Hazel Kendal. But the issue isn't finished, far from it. Tony and Emma now have to pretend. A lot. And smile at the cameras. A lot.

Tony has a nice sleazy chat with Feilong:

Look at this! This is every bad thing Tony could say about himself in ONE conversation! First: he pretends that he was only iron man for the adulation. That he didn't care about saving people. Second: he pretends to be drinking again, because "an addict gotta addict" and "booze is tastier". And third: he pretends he married Hazel (his assistant) because she was a potential HR nightmare, playing into the idea that he's just a jerk taking advantage of her. In one fell swoop, he implies that he isn't a hero and doesn't care about anything other than money and getting the next high (from alcohol).

I love it when Tony leans into the wrong assumptions that people have about him, but this is a lot. Ouch.

It gives us some very funny panels, though:

I need more of their banter, please and thank you. Look at their big fake pained smiles. I love this.

They decide to get married THE DAY AFTER. In Las Vegas. Where they go on fake dates. And then have a torrid night... of going out to do secret illegal stuff.

Tony steals some tech things from Zeke Stane's secret lab (nice cameo, Duggan), which is why they went to Vegas in the first place. And then the day of the wedding is finally here. Behold!

A literal red wedding! I have to admit, I love how committed they are to their bit. They're going full evil mode. I can't help but think of Tony Stark in the first Iron Man movie, at the casino scene, wearing his red shirt and sunglasses, looking every bit the douchy self-centered billionaire. Which he was, at the time. And here, we have Tony pretending to be all that. Down to wearing sunglasses indoors. I don't know, I really like it.

Let me make a comment about what Tony writes here: that this is the first and last time that he'll ever be married, and that Emma will break his heart. About the first part: this can either mean that he and Emma will stay married, or that he doesn't think he'll ever marry someone. The autobiographical notes are interesting in that sometimes they tell us what Tony thought in the moment, and sometimes they give us potential hints about future events, like we've seen in this issue. Will Tony stay married to Emma afterwards? I don't think so, but you never know. But if this is Tony telling us that he won't ever marry someone, then it's interesting too. I tend to view Tony as somewhat of a hopeless romantic: he falls in love very easily, and half the time it's with a woman who is only there to deceive him, or who turns evil. Think Sunset Bain, Indries Moomji, Cassandra Gillespie, Kathy Dare, etc. The other half of the time, his relationship doesn't work out because of his superhero life conflicting with his personal life. The biggest example is with Rumiko Fujikawa, one of his longest relationships. He couldn't commit enough because of his secret identity. And when it was revealed, it got better between them, to the point that he was about to propose. He had a ring already! And then a villain killed Rumiko while wearing the Iron Man armour. She died in his arms!!!!!! It was extremely sad, and no subsequent writer at Marvel ever mentioned Rumiko again. Which is baffling to me. She was one of his longest relationships. He was ready to spend the rest of his life with her. And her death isn't even mentioned once in all the years since then??? It makes me so mad. In my opinion, this should have been treated as the traumatic event it was. And in my personal canon, this is one of the reasons why he hasn't really dated people who aren't superheroines, since. With the exception of Amara Perera, but that didn't last long. Because Tony faked his death. Anyways. The two recent relationships Tony has had are with Janet and Patsy, both heroines. And he proposed to Patsy. To me, Tony really wants to have a lasting relationship, but both external and internal factors hinder him. His life is dangerous, and his non-hero friends either turn into superheroes themselves or die, so he can't really safely date. He has few friends, and almost all of them are part of the hero community (I could make a whole post about how Marvel has put aside most of his support cast and reduced it to essentially only Rhodey, but this post is already way too long). Which means he almost only interacts with heroes. Duggan made that same comment in issue #3, I think. It's sad. Give Tony more friends! Or make him interact with his existing supporting cast! We've seen what happens otherwise: he gets shoehorned into a relationship with someone he doesn't even know (Patsy...). But. Back to the proposal: Tony is someone who wants stability in his love-life. He never gets it, not for long. And now, he's married. But it's all fake. And he knows it, he knows it's just an arrangement, but he also knows that he's going to fall for Emma, and that she won't reciprocate. And he's okay with that. Because it has happened so many times already, that he cares more about the person he is with than they do about him. It's quite tragic. And also a fun inversion of what he's supposed to be, aloof heartbreaker playboy. God, I love all the intricacies of Tony's masks and armours vs who he really is.

Back to the issue. Tony and Emma/Hazel marry each other! They break into Feilong's mind to steal his secrets! Tony watches Howard's message to him and momentarily forgets all about his childhood abuse! We get a reference to Iron Man 2! Boo.

"You were my greatest collaboration" is somehow worse than "you were my greatest creation". This is possibly the only thing that I didn't like about the issue, though, so it's okay. The issue ends with Emma and Tony going on their "honeymoon", which is probably code for "secret mission to find the mutant metal mysterium". I really hope that Tony will build a kick-ass armour with it. It apparently has anti-magical properties, too.

And that's the end of the issue reached! Finally! Two random thoughts to go: 1. Tony is surprisingly okay with killing Feilong here.

There is this interesting comment about killing, a bit earlier in the issue:

Tony usually doesn't take a life if he can't help it, but he has indeed killed before. I do think he wishes he didn't "have to", though. But clearly he doesn't care about keeping Feilong alive. Is it because of how heinous the things Feilong has done against mutants are? Is it because Tony has been dealt one blow after the other, each more personal than the last, and he's lost his cool? I'd be interested to hear anyone's thoughts.

2. We get a Tony and Emma cameo in Ms. Marvel: The New Mutant (2023) #2. It's a cute reunion where Tony saves Kamala from Orchis drones, and also makes a lot of bad married jokes. Some not very appropriate for the audience.

Kamala, just turn this into a fanfic. And try not to think about it too hard.

If you've read this far, give yourself a pat on the back. See you for the next Iron Man week!

#wednesday spoilers #tony stark #emma frost #Invincible Iron Man (2022)#iron man #oluka's comic thoughts #is my tentative tag. let's see if I keep doing this or not #long post #(extremely long. in my defence the comic issue is also bigger than normal)#as always: do tell me your thoughts! and reblogs are appreciated <3. i read every tag!

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THE CURSE.

Rains.

Droplets.

The rumoured family.

The Yamino Clan.

“ obāsan, why do people hate us? “ The little boy asked, tugging onto his aunt’s skirt making the said woman looking over her shoulder.

“ Now why are you asking that, shu? “ The woman questioned, taking a few stuffs from the food stall and stuff them into a plastic bag. “ ..Did something happen while you were playing with those kids, hun? “ She asked, kneeling down in front of the little boy.

The little boy hesitated a bit, “ ..They said I can curse them, I don’t know– what.. they mean by that but.. it sounds scary. “ He answered the woman, feeling his tears building up.

The woman in front of him frowned which was quickly wiped with a soft reassuring smile, “ They’re just kids, kids tend to believe anything. Don’t believe them okay? “ She said, caressing his black locks.

She paused for a bit, “ If anything.. Yes, curse does sound scary but think of it a positive things! What if we curse people to save someone.. for example like me? “ She pointed a finger to herself.

Shu quickly nodded, “ I wanna save obāsan! I would do anything to save obāsan from evil! “ Shu said with determination.

The woman smiled softly, “ Well then, once you’re older.. You can save obāsan from the evil by learning how to curse monsters or even evil people! That way, we can live peacefully and we’ll be seen as heroes! “ She said, posing like a superhero which made Shu giggle in response.

“ ..I wanna learn how to curse, I wanna save obāsan and the family from evil.. I promise. “ Shu said with determination, wrapping his pinky finger around hers to which she gently squeezed her pinky finger around his.

“ We’ll see, okay? “

“ Yamino-San , It’s time to go. “

He stayed silent, staring at the said grave in front of him. The woman he called his “ obāsan “ everytime she comes in. “ ..’m sorry, obāsan. I couldn’t keep my promise, huh? “ He softly chuckled, scratching his neck.

“ ..I’ll go now, take care hm? “ He hummed, turning away from her grave as he walked away with his wooden heels clicking on every step he takes while the rain gets harder and louder.

He felt a vibration in his pocket, taking out the device “ ..Luca.. “ He felt a smile forming onto his face again, taking the call. “ ..A date again? You gotta stop spoiling on m–.. Fine. “ He sighed in amusement.

That’s right.

Luca Kaneshiro, the rumoured mafia boss.

The Husband of Shu Yamino.

Shu informed Luca’s men to bring him to the “ The Akuma’s Restaurant. “ The men nodded in response, opening the limousine door for him as Shu got inside. He sighed, feeling his eyes and heart getting heavy from the visit of his aunt. “ ..God. “ He mumbled, pinching his nose in annoyance.

A few hours passed, he arrived at the said restaurant. Luca’s men opening the door for him as he stepped outside of the limousine with his heels clicking on every step he took.

Looking around the place for his husband, he caught a familiar boy with short brown hair that fades to a pale blue near the bottom “ Ike?.. “ He mumbled, staring at the said man who’s talking to another familiar figure that clearly owns the restaurant.

That long black flowing hair with red highlights with a single hairpin, let’s not forget his bright yellow eyes following with pink shades on the upper shade of his pupils. His eyes adorned with thicker red and black eyeliner, “ ..Vox. “ He stared at the two who seems to be enjoying themselves, well.. except the shorter figure.

“ SHUUUEYYYYY! “ A loud familiar voice called out that caught everyone’s attention, especially Shu’s to which he unfortunately failed to react on time getting tackled into a hug by a big lion.

“ L-Luca!– Mmh!~..“ He mumbled as the said man kissed all over his face especially his lips. “ E-Enough.. We’re in public.. “ He’s not really into PDA but since it’s husband, he’ll let it slide only for a bit.

“ ..S-Sorry! Can we go now? I have a surprise! “ He said, giving the said boy his puppy eyes that Shu is incredibly weak to as he nodded in response, getting dragged by the blonde man.

“ ..Why here?.. What are you trying to–.. “ He stopped his sentence in disbelief of what is shown in front of him, his eyes widening in amusement “ Tadaa! I knew you wanted these rings for so long! “ Luca said, giving his husband a big smile as he placed the ring onto Shu’s fourth finger which was carved with the initial ‘L’ for Luca while Luca wore his which also has the initial ‘S’ for Shu.

“ Now we won’t be separated! “ Luca exclaimed, smiling softly as Shu stayed silent “ ..’ank you.. “ Shu said in a quiet voice, feeling his voice break.

“ ..What was that, Shu?— AAH!- “ He screamed, covering his mouth in embarrassment for letting out that scream as Shu hugged him tightly. He felt the smaller shake in his arms, wrapping his arms around his waist. “ ..I love you. “ Shu whimpered as he sobbed onto his shoulder, it’s not like him to let out his feelings.

Luca felt happy when he can finally let out his feelings onto him, it made him feel.. proud of himself for once in his life. “ ..It’ll be okay. “ He said, caressing Shu’s back to comfort him.

“ shu.. shu.. SHU?! “ The said voice woke the sorcerer up from his slumber, breathing heavily only to turn his head to the familiar blonde haired man, “ ..You were having a nightmare again.. “

Shu frowned, rubbing his head with his palm “ ..Sorry, It kept coming back. “ He said, how his nightmares is involved with his family especially with his husband and close friends too.

The man beside him stared at him in concern, “ .. Are you sure this is not an ordinary dream?.. I’ve heard if it keeps repeating that means it’s bound— “ “ SHUT UP! It won’t happen okay? I promise. “ He exclaimed, holding onto the blonde’s shaky hands. “ I promise I will protect you, I won’t fucking fail again. “

“ ..I.. I won’t fail obāsan again.. “ He choked out a sob in his shaky voice, there goes his memories. “ ..I won’t.. fail anyone again. “ He said, his eyes getting heavy and watering remembering the scene seeing his obāsan getting her life get taken away by the hanazaki clan with a simple slash on the neck.

As he remembered the scene, he felt his stomach churned as he hurriedly went to the bathroom throwing up his dinner with his husband holding onto his black locks to avoid his hair getting dirty from his vomit. “ ..I won’t fail.. I won’t– “ His sentence was cut off by a loud thud at the front door, he quickly washed his mouth.

“ L-Luca–.. don’t.. pleas– “ “ ..Shu, trust me please? “ Luca gave the man a reassuring smile, the smile that reminds him of his obāsan. He hated it, he hated this man in front of him but yet, he still loves him.

He nodded in defeat as the blonde cautiously walked out of the bathroom with his weapon which quickly fell off his hands, “ ..Ike? “ The said blonde called out in disbelief, staring at the man in front of him.

“ No.. You’re not Ike. “ He said darkly, staring at those golden eyes that’s glowing in the dark hallways with that familiar short brown hair that instead, fades into a pale red near the bottom of his locks. “ Eki.. What are you doing here..? “

“ ..Where’s that damn sorcerer of yours? “ The said man questioned, spinning his knife and getting into his stance. It was not an ordinary knife, it was those weapons that could kill an Immortal or hell even sorcerers. “ Come on, Luca. Tell me. “ He said, his heels clicking at every step he takes closing the distance between him and Luca.

“ Not you too, Eki.. Don’t tell me– “ His sentence was cut off when the man dashed towards him, looking down at his stomach. The knife that’s completely digging itself into his stomach. He choked out some blood, “ I got a task to do, you’re taking too damn long. “ He said, his golden eyes getting darker as he pushed him out of the way to which he landed on the floor with a loud thud.

“ Yamino-San, It’s nice to finally meet you. “ He smiled sarcastically. “ ..Or should I say, Hikarino? “ He said, his golden eyes staring into the green ones instead of the purple ones.

“ You didn’t tell him that he’s the one who killed his one and only Obāsan? You’re cruel. “ He scoffed, shaking his head, “ If I did, that moron would’ve killed himself and that would mean I would die too. “ Hikarino said with his crossed arms, staring at the said sorcerer that passed out onto the floor.

“ ..Don’t tell me you also– “ “ ..Hika..? “

“ ..Ah, The Princess Is Awake “

Deja Vu.

It’s the worst.

He stared at the two graves with his eyes empty, he couldn’t feel anything. He felt.. empty.

“ Tired. “ He mumbled as the man beside him, Ike was sobbing beside him comforted by his husband, Vox Akuma. “ I’m sorry.. I’m sorry Shu!– I didn’t know any of these would happen!.. “ He choked out a sob, Shu looked over at him.

“ It’s okay, Ike. You can’t control your own alter sometimes. “ Shu said, smiling softly as he caressed the sobbing man. “ I’m sorry–.. I’m sorry.. I couldn’t.. do anything–.. “ He sobbed, his whole figure shaking with his hiccups “ ..Please take him home. “ Shu said, eyeing the demon in front of him to which he nodded.

The two couple left, leaving Shu alone in front of the two graves “ I failed again. “ He sighed. “ ..Fucking failed.. over and over.. “

He felt too many emotions all at once but he couldn’t let it out only a single tear, staring at the same graves. The people he failed right in front of him, “ ..You can get out now. “ He said, crossing his arms at the willow tree in front of him.

“ Aww boo, How’d you know I was here? “ The figure came out from his hiding place. He had a short, greyish hair with orange glasses covering his eyes including a kitsune inspired hat on his head. The question made the sorcerer chuckle softly, “ I always know where you hide, Mysta.. You’re not always the sly fox everyone thought you are. “ He smiled.

“ You’re no fun, shuey.. “ He pouted, the sorcerer gave him his teasing signature V-Smile. “ Mhm, Mhm.. Let’s go home. We need to clean up the minka. “ He said, turning away from him as he walked away from the cemetery with his wooden heels clicking at every step he takes.

“ Shu? “ Mysta asked, making the sorcerer turn around to face him with a frown “.. It’s not your fault. “ He said, making the sorcerer widen his eyes “ ..I-I know that.. I just–.. “ His voice started to break, feeling his emotions get the best of him again.

Mysta quickly get closer to him, placing Shu’s head rest onto his shoulder “ .. It’s not your fault, you were scared.. You were just a kid. “ He said, staring at Shu’s ring with the ‘L’ Initial carved onto it.

“ You were controlled. “

“ I’ll see you on the other side. “

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time taken : 2 hrs

goodness this took a bit too long.. 😭 this was not proofread its 10pm plz

#shu yamino #luca kaneshiro #ike eveland #mysta rias #vox akuma #luxiem #luxiem angst #luca x shu #shu x luca #shuca

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pinkprettycure · 1 year

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tangentally about your art, do you have any tips for drawing hands and faces?

for faces im not really sure how i can explain it since faces tend to be like the first things people learn to draw, so ive been drawing htem for yrs yk? In real life though, faces arent symmetrical. but in anime and cartoons we tend to prefer them to be perfectly even, for front facing images its easy to just flip the canvas or even flip the lineart i youre working digital. if youre on paper using a mirror or taking a photo can help.

eyes GENERALLY should be one eye apart from eachother but they dont have to be in all art styles. to keep the eyes looking focused you should be a little more in the middle, not too much because theyll look cross eyed, but slightly in the middle

right here, in the first pic is what im talking about, her eyes are closer to her nose. then i took dianas eyes and moved the irises to be centered in the eyelids, she looks like her eyes are looking in diferent directions lmao.

for noses it really depends on your style but it is 100% possible to translate different nose shapes into even anime styles, the best advice i can give is to just practice drawing different faces and trying to translate them into your style, you'll figure out what looks cutest to you.

and then after i said this i actually remember making a specifically regarding black people that had a section on noses hold on

for hands it again you gotta do a lot of referencing. unfortunately for me, i have chunky fat baby hands, so when i reference myself the hands tend to all be fat baby hands too lmao. but it does help at least in figuring out the composition of a hand and where all the joints go

for my projects ill be honest and say i heavily rely on a lot of assets and stocks, these are all made for artists to use freely and are even okay to trace. Adorka stock has literally been carrying a lot of my art lmao I also use Hato Kings hand references and CSP 3d models for really hard poses. speaking of Hato king they have a book for kindle that has even more hand references and lots of information on how to draw them, in both english and japanese so if you like their references please buy the book

Although when it comes to tracing stocks its very important imo that you adjust it to suit your style, use it as a tool but also a reference for learning. if your art isnt going for realism you dont want to have a perfectly realistic hand and then a toony body lol

#asks #Anonymous #tutorial #art tips

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the-cat-and-the-birdie · 1 year

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I keep regurgitating my OC in your askbox but you must know that Ansi is a liar, a swindler, and a thief (because it's fun pulling on over on the rich). She is actively swindling all of her coworkers out of their money via phishing emails or just giving a sob story to those who are particularly generous with their funds. (Don't feel bad they're all selfish, entitled, and egotistical. The Alchemax of her world is mostly just rich people who think that they understand science kinda like someone we know irl cougheloncough. They have too much time on their hands and too many friends in power. Ethics laws are pretty much meaningless. They only give her money to make themselves look better. They make a big stink about how they're making a change for their community and blah blah blah. Anyways.) If she doesn't need the cash she'll most likely donate it.

What's really funny is that she attempted to do the same as soon as she arrived at HQ. Much to Miguel's dismay. She got some of the spiders who live in an older dimension. Unfortunately after a while Lyla had to teach them about internet safety.

Ansi ended up scoping the place out to see what she could steal to sell for parts back in her home world since her scams were no longer effective. However she was so mesmerized by all of the tech there that she ended up keeping most of her stolen goods for herself to tinker with. Her and Hobie usually find themselves in the same areas snatching stuff and exchanging potential ideas for what to do with the parts. Disco has caught them a number of times with their pockets stuffed to the brim sounding like they got pockets full of loose change before they just pop back into their respective dimensions.

(Who am I kidding Hobie probably stays and denies everything when asked. Ansi is too tired to lie from lugging her loot around so she just goes straight home.)

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

It would turn into like a whole operation cause game recognize game!!!! Disco would respect Ansi so much cause black spider-women gotta stick together and she lets Ansi get away with anything, sets aside parts for her cause she's like 'hell yeah fuck miguel he doesn't need it'

but with Hobie she's the OPPOSITE.

Ansi's like 'yeah Discos cool with it ur fine' then one day she catches him and he's thinking 'oh it's the groupie girl i wink and im outta here'

until Disco is like

"Is that Hobie Brown??? Is HOBIE BROWN over here STEALING???? That's crazy!"

Because Disco runs game in her own way and up until that very moment she was playing the airhead groupie card

Hobies like "????Surely ur taking the piss"

And she's like "You know what'd be crazy?? Me not having to pay cover at your show this weekend, rightttt? You know what'd be even crazier..me being VIP, rigghhttt?

cause for the first couple weeks of knowing her she let him get away with the wink and flirt thing cause she thought it was funny. but she works in a nightclub back home and she's NOT about to play that

Disco was raised by the Panthers so she knows how to collect and trade information like an informat. So she trades info and other stuff around HQ ALL the time.

She's the plug for anything - if you wanna hack ur watch she dont know how to do it but she knows someone he does, if u need to get into lylas systems for any reason she wont do that but she knows someone who will

but she doesnt accept cash cause she doesn't need it and she doesn't 'get into no mess'

(And this may sound unhinged but this is my favorite one jgkbdknbg)

My main HC is that the first time she does it to get into a show free but the next time she asks for his guitar pick cause she just wants it

she starts wearing it (which Jess HATES) but suddenly she realizes theres a couple girlies on campus telling her they'd do anything for one of Hobie's picks and then suddenly she's asking him for more

She starts giving groupies picks and getting information from every department and then like two weeks later the hobie brown fanclub is just a full on info network

Working with Jess and the club she collects all the underground info and shares the information with Hobie ON THE CONDITION that the club gets free entry into shows and he keeps giving her goddamn guitar picks

He'd try to get around it and be like "Diane, love - you're looking fit today :)) about that meeting with Jess and Miguel you were in-"

and she's just like "uh-huh-

"Where's the pick? And don't say you ain't got it on you, I know you do." Cause one thing about Diane is you ain't playing her. And Hobie goes along with it because 1) Disco is actually really trustworthy, 2) it's damn good info about the society, and 3) he thinks it REALLY funny to see people walking around campus trading and collecting his picks for the sole fact it pisses Miguel off SO MUCH.

Suddenly people are talking in meetings and whispering about guitar picks and trying to get their hands on rare, unique ones cause Hobie etches his logo into every one

and one day Ansi's hanging with Hobie and Disco comes up to him and is like 'Pick, please'. And Ansi watches as he hands it over and she's like "?????? What's happening here"

I have to PHYSICALLY STOP MYSELF HERE I CAN GO ON AND ON IM SORRY THIS IS SOOOOO LONG BUT PLEASE!!! I love this please send more!! I love hearing about Ansi and Hobie and causing havok and an underground rebellion in the Society!!! And sorry I got so carried away I just love this idea, you can send any you have, I'm down! They would all get along so well lol

#spidersona stuff #And IM ABOUT TO SEND U OC QUESTIONS IF THATS OKAY #spidersonas #spidersona #hobie brown x oc #spider-man #spiderman #spiderpunk #oc stuff #atsv #hobie brown

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draconicfool · 2 months

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A Splash of Red Amid the Snow: Plot Relevance

So before we get into this I'm going to preface that this is sort of going to canonize how I have Eros refer to characters in threads that don't involve them, such as the Express Crew, Natasha, the Overworld characters, and Sampo. I am not ever going to make other people adhere to these and we can build our own sort of 'first meetings' and what not. The only person who's interpretation of a character is actively being factored into here is @dreamscapesalesstore's interpretation of Sampo just because we've more or less discussed these losers at length, making Doc a sort of main/affiliate here oop

It's important to note that Eros' understanding of events come first and foremost from Sampo, given the two are the only Masked Fools on Jarilo-VI, it helps to keep each other informed, after all. When Sampo disappears from the original altercation with the Silvermane Guards on the Snow Plains, it's down to the Bahre Family Clinic that he goes. There's a need to get a 'check up' with those water works he likes to play. Using it as an excuse to apprise one of the two resident doctors on their new visitors. Even if Eros' response is that such things are 'going to cause a real mess.'

For awhile Eros is more like a lingering figure within the story rather than an actual character you interact with. The first time he's seen would be outside Natasha's clinic, talking with a few of the miners. Somebody you could more or less miss, but can interact with all the same, mostly since this appearance is during the hide and seek game with the Moles. If interacted with, he merely gives a laugh and tells the trailblazers "C'n't say that I have. They're real slippery ones, those Moles~." And then he's gone by the time the next cutscene is done.

With a minor change in the approach to finding Sampo once he's in the Underworld, one can find him with Eros before the cutscene where he takes you to find Seele and Bronya. Prior to them both realizing they have onlookers, the crew can hear the two arguing. Or more so, Eros scolding Sampo. The conversation has Sampo more or less just doing the puppy dog hand wringing while the doctor chews him out. "Why didn't y'call me? Y'have a phone y'know! Y'text me whenever y'get m'shipments in! Y'could've said more th'n jus' 'oh there are some strangers on th'planet'! But noooo instead y'drag these four down here and Nat and I are gonna have t'clean up th' mess--!" His attention turns to the Express Crew and he tries and fails to give them a reassuring smile. "Looks like y'have company, Koski. Stop by th' clinic when y'er done. We ain't finished speakin' jus' yet." Which then in turn transitions to the usual cutscene.

The next time that we see Eros is in going to Svarog's with Sampo. It's important to note that the pair at least seems to be on friendlier terms than when last they were seen. Though when asked about why he's joined- and who he even is- the response is thus. "Well, someone's gotta keep an eye and make sure y'all don't end up hurtin' if somethin' goes wrong. Might as well be th' only other doctor in Boulder Town." To which there is a resounding response from Sampo of "See~? The doc just loves me sooo much he'd never leave me hanging!" After there is a momentary black screen and a 'Yeowch!' from the con-man. "'m not gonna tell Oleg 'no' when he asks me t' help. There's enough goin' on 'round here without bigger disasters comin' b'cause y'all didn't have a a capable medical on hand."

When arriving at the Robot Settlement, Eros will make mention that he's got a 'different kind' of certification, but he unfortunately can't use it to help them get in. Due to setting up a make-shift clinic in the Settlement that he frequents from time to time, he can more or less come and go as he pleases to see Svarog and Clara. Mostly because he runs check ups on the young girl when he can, and keeping the Boss apprised of the health of both her and any of the Scavengers is rather important. Though, seeing as its always been just him, he can't exactly bring in other people, let alone outsiders.

When Sampo disappears to go and find Natasha, Eros does not go with him, but confronts Svarog with the others. Before the battle ensues he simply whispers a "'m sorry sweet pea" to Clara before the combat.

After this, Eros is not seen again until before going to the Overworld. This is my own personal little 'push this in here cuz I need there to be more reason for him to exist' really. Sampo makes mention that 'before going to the Overworld, we should really see the doc. I bet he has all sorts of things he'd like if I picked up' which would thusly introduce the Bahre Family Clinic as a place that can be gone to similarly to Natasha's. It is, more or less, a little detour since Sampo doesn't join the Trailblazers inside and would be found back where he was with Oleg prior. Upon entering, the conversation will prompt with: Sampo said we should see if you needed anything. "Typical of him t' have someone else come in and talk t' me about it...that idiot, I swear." > Well you do seem like you're upset with him "I wouldn't be so upset if that man learned t' actually send a text! Honestly, standin' a guy up...tha's jus' plain rude..." > Standing up..? "Tha's- neither here nor there! Jus' tell im t' bring me good news!"

After this, he can of course be interacted with once more which would prompt a 'Did y'need somethin' else, sugar?' and a '> I wanted to ask you a few things, actually.' Which lead into various different prompts and things that can be asked. > Tell me about Sampo Koski "Tch, y'wanna hear about him? He's a pain in th' neck if ever there was one! Always comin' t' me cryin' over somethin'. Oh, doc, I got shot by one of th' guards t'day. Oh, doc, 'm comin' down with th' sniffles. Oh, doc, I scraped m'knee runnin' from Wildfire!" He groans audibly. And then, there's a soft sigh. "He's a good guy, helpful. Jus' knows how t' push all th' wrong buttons." > Tell me about Natasha "Nat's good people. Plenty of people ask if 'm upset she set up a clinic when she moved t' Boulder Town, but I say th' more th' better, y'know? M'Daddy used t' say that many hands make light work." He laughs at this. "So, needless t' say th' other doctor who happens t' lead wildfire? She's a good friend." > Tell me about yourself "Me? Shucks, there ain't really much t' tell there. 'm jus' y'er local doctor. Lived here all m'life jus' me and Daddy. Took over th' family business, y'know. Nothin' special at all."

When returning to Sampo to ask questions, there is of course, a 'Tell me about Eros' option "Y'know you could have asked the doc himself if you wanted to know more about him. Unless you want the dirt, in that case... It'll cost you." With his stupid hand rubbing animation. "Just kidding! I don't need to get on the bad side of one of the only two doctors in the Underworld. For such a little guy, he sure packs a punch..." Pathetic little whiny sigh- [this is courtesy of Doc so ty Doc <3]

After all is said and done, Eros can be checked in on before going to see Natasha for the re-opening. He'll be found in the clinic as he was the last time you spoke, though there will be miner NPCs due to everything that's been going on. Prompting a conversation will give you this: "Y'all really did it! Oh, I thought Koski was lyin' through his teeth! Oh, this s'amazin'! I really c'n't believe that we're gonna be able t' see th' surface again." He puts a hand over his heart, looking back at one of the framed pictures over his fireplace. "D'ya hear that, Daddy? S'finally happenin'. Oh, what I wouldn't give if y'could see it." And then he turns back towards the Trailblazer. "Tell Nat I'll see y'all at the 'celebration.' However much that ends up bein'."

He can be seen after Bronya's speech with Pela and the kids, but doesn't partake much in the conversation. He is, of course, pleased as ever to get in a picture. He says that it 'shows how much he's grown.'

And given that I've gone into his Companion Mission and his relevance as it relates to Jolted Awake From a Winter's Dream, that's really all that I can put in as of right now. There'll be more if we/when we go back to Jarilo-VI and I do want to sort of think of a 'canon reveal' to him being a Masked Fool as we've gotten for Sampo and Sparkle but I think that would come later than the first encounter with him- despite the fact his join team lines sort of give that away.

Thank you for reading my insane ramblings of 'Rat's favorite time: inserting my oc into canon shit' <3

#🐉 ; if we only need an hour to break [headcanon]#long post #learned my lesson after his companion quest #gotta put a read more so i don't clog the dash #and hopefully this does make sense i tried not to fuccin #go overboard or anything

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lumine-no-hikari · 6 months

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Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #95

I went with J, Br, and her son F to a place with animatronic dinosaurs today!!!!!!!!!!

The last time I had seen anything like this was a REALLY LONG TIME AGO (I was somewhere between 6 and 10), with my grandparents, Nanna and Poppy. And I gotta say, it was FASCINATING to be able to experience it again - this time with AUTONOMY! Holy crap!!

Also, it was amazing to be able to go to this exhibit while having an appreciation for the massive amount of work that goes into putting stuff like this together. Inside the silicone flesh of these mechanical beasts, there are robotic parts that make it move, and little speakers that make them roar!!! And then of course there's all the little details, like the arrangement of the fake tropical plants (someone needs to MAKE those! and then PLACE them!), the markings on the silicone, the order in which they are arranged, and…!! and...!!

And I know some bitter-ass folks will be all like, "man this shit is corny as fuck!" or "this is for BABIES!", but… well. I'm not a bitter-ass folk anymore, so here's how it actually is: a large number of people went to these incredible lengths just for the sake of making anyone who witnesses the exhibit smile, and if that's not beautiful, then I don't know what is. An incredible amount of expertise - in electricity, engineering, robotics, anatomy and physiology, paleontology, art, and more - went into making this amazing spectacle of the human imagination possible. And I think that this is a FAR better use of expertise as compared to, say, weapons manufacture. Just sayin'.

…Oh right!!! You ah… you might not know what dinosaurs are. I'm… not sure that you have them in your world. Whoops. Uh…

So basically, dinosaurs are these HUGE GIANT BIRDS and HUGE GIANT LIZARDS that used to live on my planet a LOOOONG time ago, back when the climate and atmosphere were WAAAY different than they are now (for example, the insects back in those days were HUGE because there was more oxygen to go around; nowadays, there isn't enough to support metabolic needs of bugs that size). We only know they exist because the humans of this place, much like the humans of your place, seem to enjoy digging shit up just for the heck of it. And they found bones and whole skeletons and more, preserved under layers of rock. We've done our best to try to reconstruct what these creatures might have looked like and how they might have lived, but… well… lemme put it this way: no one would know from looking at the skeleton of an orca that they're basically just these huge black-and-white ovals swimming around in the sea. Their skulls are weirdly-shaped compared to their outer appearance.

Actually. This little article sums up pretty well why we can only guess at what these animals used to look like:

It was only fairly recently discovered that most of our bipedal dinosaurs had feathers. So recently, in fact, that lots of sources of information about dinosaurs STILL haven't been updated to include the fact that they had them! But again, we can only guess what colors they were and how they were arranged.

Anyway. So, fortunately or unfortunately (I'm leaning towards unfortunately), we don't have dinosaurs anymore because they were all obliterated by a GIANT FUCKING SPACE ROCK that crashed into our planet and basically ruined everything for them. The critters on my planet that exist now are what descended from the few things that survived the resulting changes to our climate and atmosphere, because as it turns out, if THAT MUCH DUST ends up getting thrown into the sky, things get really weird, really fast.

I took pictures of the exhibit! I wanted to show you how the people of my world like to imagine what these creatures might have looked like! Here:

And this one... I dunno. They tried really hard to make this one very scary, I guess?

...But I dunno. This one is giving me some serious "confused toddler meme" vibes:

One of the awesome parts of being able to go to things like this as an adult, too, is that not only do I have autonomy (I can go ANYWHERE without needing someone else's permission, and NO ONE is going to tell me to "hurry the fuck up"!!!), but I also can GET THINGS from the GIFT SHOP at the end!! And NO ONE is gonna get angry at me for expressing interest in the available items!!! So I got myself this nifty-looking tea mug! Behold!

And it even comes with a TINY ADORABLE DINOSAUR SPOON!!!

...So that's basically it for my adventures today. I really wish you were here. Just for today, I wish you could have been here.

Hey, Sephiroth? Get your shit together so that when you make it alive to the end, maybe you can go see weird animatronic dinosaurs someday, too. Okay?

I love you. I'll write again soon. Stay safe out there.

Your friend, Lumine

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life-in-the-monster-haus · 2 years

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We’re all pretty aware of your feelings towards gill. But how do you feel about Finn? Do you like him? How do you feel about him seemingly replacing Gill in G3?

My feelings about Gil can be summed up as him at the gallows about to be hung and me standing up in the audience going "What crime has he committed!?" and everyone, including the executioner all looking at each other and shrugging.

Apparently I'm just not hip to what the cool kids are doing because allegedly it's a meme to pick on Gil. I found this TikTok on Twitter of Gil being taken out of context and all the comments are shitting on Gil. I've asked several people why they hate Gil and they all kinda seem to pussyfoot around the answer, say something I can't argue with ("hes ugly") or say he's racist. Now, if you follow me on here you know Gil isn't racist, I'm on part 3 of my "In Defense of Gillington "Gil" Webber" series and there is no racism to be found and I am looking extra hard for it.

Someone told me it's just a meme to shit on Gil now here's the thing: Memes are supposed to be funny. This whole "Gil is racist and a shitty boyfriend" thing, isn't funny, it just makes the poster look like they know nothing about Monster High. Because if you know the lore then you know it's not true. Why outing yourself as a fake fan has become a meme? I have no idea. Back in my day Memes had to be funny, you couldn't just spout wrong information and call it a meme, That was just plain ole being wrong.

Sorry I kinda went off topic, but you knew what you were in for when you sent me an ask, brevity is not something I'm good at.

anyways FINN! let's chat.

Finn's intro Episode "Ready. Wheeling and Able" is a great Episode and I'm honestly kinda shocked Monster High touched this topic, but I'm glad they did because it's lesson of not babying the disabled is an excellent message that we could all stand to learn from.

This kid is great, daredevil, thrill seeker, adrenaline junkie. I've watched my fair share of paralympics and a lot of the athletes are just like this kid. They don't let the hand they were dealt slow them down, another excellent message for all ages! I like him a lot and I think he woulda been an excellent addition to the Manster squad but he unfortunately didn't get that much screen time, we don't see him say much until "Decomposition Class" but then he got a doll so...yay?

I also liked his nickname of "Rider" better than Finn. Rider says something about him! he's a daredevil going for a wild ride! or he's riding the edge! but then Mattel backpedaled and called him Finn which is yet another generic merman name, Not to mention we already had a character named Finn, Lorna's (ex?) Boyfriend was named Finn.

So not only did they give him a generic merman name, they gave him a recycled generic merman name.

but Finnegan Wake is what they went with so that's what we gotta call him. But I loved him! I thought he was great! I thought it was super cute he has a crush on Gigi and it's heavily implied he's bisexual.

If you're in a music video with Lady Gaga and they cover you in glitter, you're not straight, I'm sorry I don't make the rules.

As an aside, my dear friend @peppapigvevo turned me on to their fan ship of Jinafire and Finnegan aka wakefire and I just love everything about it, they compliment each other so well.

But I'm sure you're not asking me about G1 Finn. I'm assuming you want to know my thoughts on G3 Finn since hes going to be in the show and it looks like he's gonna have a decent sized role. And well... I don't know, they took away a lot of the things I liked about G1 Finn.

His design is cool! a marked improvement! I love his stripes, his colors, his black claws and his more proportionate body, his bean shaped head bothered the heck out of me... But it rubs me the wrong way that he's a musician now... it's fine if he plays guitar and sings because he's related to sirens but both of these are stationary activities when G1 Finn was anything but stationary. His exact words were "I'm not a sit around type of dude!" so to me this goes against the very core of what made his character unique. Love the deign, hate the direction his hobbies are going in. I hope music is just something he does for fun and he's still passionate about being a daredevil but somehow I doubt it, the entire point of this episode "Portrait of a Monster" was to show the school your true self via a picture and Finns plan here was to pose with his guitar "Sally", meaning that he views his true self as a musician and not a daredevil.

I don't like that they took thrill seeking away from the only guy in a wheelchair to give him a safer hobby like playing the guitar... Not cool Mattel.

As for Finn replacing Gil?... I doubt it. if G1 can have 3 mermen, 2 of them named Finn... then we can have 2 mermen in the same show. Plus Gil was in G2 so we know his doll sold well and they are hinting at him coming back in this picture inside of Lagoona's locker.

We know that hand doesn't belong to Finn, Finn does not have webbed fingers and he has black claws. I suppose it could be Lagoona's dad, congratulating her after a swim meet but Wade is green... or at least Wade was green, G3 loves to remind us it can play color roulette at any time.

This picture is all I have to hang on to that Gil is coming back, don't take this from me.

TL;DR: I like Finn, I don't like what they did to his character, I don't think he's going to be replacing Gil as our resident merman. But I do hope we get to see more of him and I REALLY hope his daredevil ways aren't just a thing of the past.

#Monster High #Gil Webber #Finnegan Wake

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femmefatalevibe · 1 year

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hello! ive gone through some of your posts and i gotta say, you give pretty solid advice. i hope your own life is also going as smoothly as the advice giving! ❤

i was wondering if i could ask your opinion, as much as you can offer it to a stranger from the internet.... i know its not easy to give meaningful advice on complicated matters to total strangers.

im 29, i have a very good degree and a decent job, i am not more insane or annoying than an average person and i look just fine. i do however have a problem finding a long term partner. ive been working very hard at uni/later as an intern so it didnt leave much time for a rich social life and lot of dating. i also had the misfortune of spending several years in a very unhealthy relationship when i was about 20, young and stupid. several years of determined singleness followed immediatelly after that.

so now that im old and less stupid, ive tried dating apps, ive tried going out for drinks with acquaintances but never more than 2 or 3 times with the same guy. i do have high standards... and im a smart independent woman which im told is not extremely popular with men. anyway.

i recently met a guy 1 year younger than me who works in the same profession but is only just starting, in contrast to me being a bit of a bitter old veteran. ive been kind to him as one is to new people, and hes been slightly smitten with me as a result, if i dare guess so. we went out for drinks a few times, he seems sweet, kind and doesnt harbor any extremist political beliefs (its important to me not to date fascist-sympathisers). thats all very nice but unfortunately he doesnt exactly look very attractive to me. i feel good around him bc he is kind and lovely but i think i have too much edge and that he couldnt handle my darker sides (lots of cynism, LOTS) bc he is sich a sweet summer child. and i also feel that i havent yet lived wildly and slept around and experienced all the instant gratification options life has to offer, definitelly not enough to just drop everything and consider a serious relationship with someone who doesnt feel like ive won the dating lottery (its bc of certain personal problems hes told me of having, and its bc of the looks. im an impossibly visually-oriented person. and shallow.)

so i am very tempted to slowly explore this and the options it could offer (for example a serious relationship) but i also feel like i might be setting myself up for failure and him for a lot of heartbreak. whatever should i do?

until now ive only ever continued dating people i was really attracted to... sometimes despite their dubious political beliefs. so actually this might be the new strategy that would yield positive results, dating someone for their impeccable moral standards and kindness rather than a pronounced jawline. (am i, deep down, really that shallow?)

this got long and tedious, i wont blame you if you chuck it in the bin instead of reading and answering. maybe all i needed was to write it out. might need to use my journal bit more often.

thank you for your time and efforts in any case. take care!💕

Hi love! Thanks for your kind words and support. Firstly, from how you describe yourself, I could totally see us being friends – we seem to have similar beliefs, values, and priorities when it dating comes to dating (no fascists allowed, career-oriented, endless cynicism, and making a pronounced jawline a top criterion of a date night lol).

Here's my take – given the information you so kindly and vulnerably shared with me:

If you're still single, there's no reason to make the prospect of dating (generally or casually dating a specific person) into a black-and-white experience. You can casually date as many people as you would like until you mutually decide to be exclusive with someone. Think of dating as a networking experience: It's a chance to meet and connect with various types of people. They can become (business or pleasure, in this case) partners, friends, acquaintances, or connectors to others who will soon become members of your close inner circle (maybe even a further partner or spouse – who knows!).

You can decide to date different people for different reasons. Sometimes, you just want good conversation and decide later that you're better off as friends. Exploring the emotional intimacy aspect of a relationship with someone of the gender you're attracted to can teach you a lot about yourself and the type of partner you ultimately want to end up with – even if you don't ever kiss, let alone sleep together. Just make sure, in this case, to share that you only have a platonic connection with him before he gets too invested. Being selfish when dating is essential, but never be cruel and lead people on.

Suppose you want to see where this connection goes, without commitment. In that case, you can always indulge in casual sex with others you are physically attracted to and only go on dates with this man in a more casual dating/companionship way.

I don't think it is shallow to not want to date someone you're not physically/sexually attracted to. Unfortunately, in our current society, you wouldn't even need to question this if you were a man. There are plenty of people we really like and are emotionally attracted to in this life but have no sexual feelings towards – we call them friends.

While it could take some time to find a partner with who you're compatible in every major area, consider how much longer this process would take if you settle with men you have no true interest in before you inevitably break up with them because you're unhappy in the relationship? Staying single until your values align and mutually want rip each others' clothes off every time you see each other in the beginning stages of dating is the best strategy – in my opinion at least. It is better to be technically alone than lonely in a committed relationship. You deserve nothing but the best. Never settle for less. Keep your standards high to maintain your most valuable assets: Your happiness, success, and peace of mind.

Hope this helps xx

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A D&D Horror Story: My First and Only Decent Into Avernus Experience

Hello, hope you're well! I remember talking about this experience with a group of D&D friends, and a few had said that it could be posted on the "D&D Horror Stories" reddit thread, but I'm not a reddit user, so I'm posting it on here instead.

In this, I speak about my experience with my one and, currently, only experience with the Decent Into Avernus campaign for D&D 5e. This had occurred a few years ago when I was 16 playing with a group of adult players.

CW: Mentions of In-game SA (fade-to-black) + Forced Love Potion

I don't dive deep into anything, just explaining the scenario that had occurred. I don't recall player names, ages, or their characters in full details. I was but a baby in the field of 5e experience, mind you. New to Virtual Tabletop.

Hopefully the story is (somewhat) interesting to read, and maybe I'll post some more bad experiences from other groups (not a lot, but I do got a few).

In the beginning era of my first time exploring the VTT website known as Roll20, I was about 16 years old when I had applied to a game for a Curse of Strahd campaign, something that has had my attention since I had started getting into D&D through the Dice, Camera, ACTION podcast.

Though my experience in that particular campaign and group was quite poor, this is not the focus on that game specifically. My reasoning for mentioning this fact is because the DM (he/him) of that game had invited me to another game: Decent Into Avernus.

I knew nothing about the setting. I still don’t, for that matter, besides the fact that it took place in a setting similar to Hell. When I first joined his Curse of Strahd game, they originally had it where he and the players wouldn’t play with anyone under the age of 18. However, after speaking to them and getting to know the players, I was accepted and brought into the game. This sort of situation also happened when joining the Avernus campaign. When joining, I was informed that they had already started the campaign, but hadn’t gotten that far. I believe we were around 4th or 5th level. On top of that, I was informed that the setting would be rather mature, which I shrugged and said “okay”.

Granted, I was not informed what he meant by “mature”. In my mind, I presumed it was because it’d be a grindy, bloody, and jaw-clenching experience, with a few hints of what is typically anticipated by content regarding demonic-like figures.

Entering the game, I learned what the players were playing and reflected my character to fill in a role, but still playing a character I wanted to play. I played an alchemist artificer human male, someone who’s not very friendly to other people and dislikes adventures and aventuring. The plot hook was that something caused him to be in Avernus, and now he (begrudgingly) works with the party, and maybe he’ll lighten up if they earn his trust.

Unfortunately, the DM did not work with me in regards to how I’ll be introduced to the players, and I was unprepared to hear that I was being harmed by a demon (or devil) while restrained. Thankfully, the party came in and saved me, but offered no pleasantries and was very much on the “we gotta move” mentality.

Having nowhere else to go, my character followed the group, who barely even bat an eye to my character (The players were friendly, but in character, I felt disregarded).

The majority of the sessions I played were a bit of a blur. I recall one of the players making a deal with some devil mistress, another using a Wish spell they had access to to level us up several times, which gave us exhaustion levels of the amount of levels we achieved (I think it was three?) without a full party consent.

The main scenario that stood out to me, and is the main purpose of this post, is of a particular NPC hag character that the party (except me) knew about, and had met before. They were trying to get some information out of her, but she wouldn’t offer anything unless she could be granted a child of her own blood.

As the hag stated this condition, the majority of the party turned to my character and another PC, who played a changeling.

Key note here: the majority of the characters were female. I chose to play a male because I like flipping things around, and wanted to fill a role that wasn’t placed. Usually, if the party leans heavily on one gender, and I have no heavy interest in a particular concept, I’ll play the opposite gender of the group, or go full neutral.

Another thing to keep in mind: the players had not taken any time at all to get to know my character. No roleplay, no small talk, nothing. I was but a sheep following the herd, begrudgingly, as I would die if I went on my own.

Naturally, I wasn’t on board. As I’m someone who plays how my character would act (within reason), I was naturally against volunteering myself for something that I had no desire to achieve. After all, I was given no rundown on the goal, no knowledge on what we were doing, nor was I granted information to help me share a similar interest with the party (or reason to be their friend).

The changeling backed out, shifting their form to be female so that it left me as the sole male character. Instead of simply moving on, one or two of the players grabbed my PC and forced him to drink a love potion they happened to have. I failed the save, and it forced me to fall in love with the hag.

I, the player, was not asked if I was okay with this, nor was I given the option to even refuse, as a “fade-to-black” sequence occurred that forced my PC to sleep with the hag, and everyone moved on like nothing happened.

At the time, I was rather shocked by the whole thing. I’m someone who finds it difficult to get really uncomfortable by things, and by how nonchalant everyone treated the situation, I couldn’t help but laugh at how bizarre it was. It was a rather fast sequence, and I wasn’t really able to process it completely at the moment.

After that session, I felt a bit out of place within the group. My character was far from friendly, which probably kept the players from even interacting with him in the first place, or to even try to get to know him. There was hardly any RP time, as we kept moving and moving through the story. So, I asked if I could switch characters, to which the DM allowed.

At first, I wanted to switch my PC to another character who I had played before in a custom game: A Yuan-ti Pureblood Blood Hunter whose goal is to find his wife and kids who were kidnapped.

Unfortunately, the DM didn’t like the Blood Hunter class. So, I chose Paladin, which I thought was the closest thing to what my snake boy would be. Another unfortunate thing was that the DM considered himself “old school”, and said that “Paladins must follow a god”.

At the time, I didn’t know much on how paladins worked, as I never played one before. I didn’t like the thought of making my nonreligious character suddenly being religious, and I knew for a fact paladins didn’t need a god, just an oath, but the DM wouldn’t budge. He was adamant paladins needed a deity.

So, I went with Oathbreaker. And, once again, the DM didn’t work with me on how the switch would occur, nor was I told how it would happen.

We were in some sort of car chase, or rather, we were being chased while in some large vehicle, when the DM suddenly started describing what my character was doing. He described that he was mixing up some sort of potion. He took a drink, and he was suddenly a different character, that being my Yuan-ti.

The scenario made me really disappointed. The players looked at him, shrugged, and moved on with the story. It was here where I lost interest in the game, because I felt unwanted and not valued as a player. I had no part to play, nor did I have anything to contribute at all.

It was after that session that I left the campaign.

It was pretty difficult to cut ties with that DM. When I wanted to leave a game, I’d message in private to settle it quietly in hopes of just being civil and not needing to make a big deal out of it. However, every time I did this, he would try to convince me to stay, to keep playing in his games.

I don’t remember how I managed to leave the group, but I do know that the DM had lied to the other players saying I was throwing a fit and acting like a child, which I don’t believe I was. I wanted to be civil, voiced my reasonings as to why I wanted to leave, and wanted to leave things on a relatively good note (as good as it could be).

Perhaps I blocked him, but I’m not too certain. I held connections with at least one of the players for a bit, who I believe was the one who told me he was lying about how I was reacting to the other players, to get them to dislike me or something.

It’s because of this incident that, whenever I want to leave a game, I always post it in the group chat. That way, my words can’t get twisted, and somehow, encourage other players to voice their wants as well.

It’s happened before, where I post my desire to leave in a server with my reason, and other players follow suit. It made me realize that there are players who have gotten uncomfortable in games, but are too afraid to voice it in fear of losing friends or for having no game at all.

But, to be honest, I’d rather have no game than a bad one. But that’s just me.

#dnd #dungeons and dragons #horror story #dnd horror stories #mentions of sa #dungeons and dragons horror story #personal experience

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