#its ok its ok i know polly can fix him.

[woolydemon]

I can't blorbo tag posts that are meant to be blorbo-able with things like "umm ur boyfriend murdered ppl" bc my blorbos rn are literally lawyers that specifically handle cases about murder ajxhxkxjj

[wake-me-up-inside-imagines]

Hii idk if your request are open and if you write polly but could you write a sugawara x daichi x asahi x reader

Where the reader moves from their home country and to Japan and it’s how they meet the three their are a first and it’s how they end up together idk if that makes sense sorry :)

AHHHH YES! There is not nearly enough daisugasahi x reader fics and its a crime against humanity. I will gladly fix that though so I hope you enjoy!

Poly! Daichi, Asahi, and Suga with a foreign reader

Warnings: none

Gn! reader

(The country reader comes from is not named so anyone can read this)

-Moving from your home country to Japan was certainly a nerve wracking experience, especially since you’d be attending your last year of grade school amongst new people in an unfamiliar place, in a language you aren’t proficient in. After a few weeks of loneliness you decide that you won’t sit still and be a loner the whole school year.

-You thought that getting involved in something, a club, and team, anything with other people might help you make a couple friends might be good for you, and you heard a pretty cute guy in your bio class talk about how the men’s volleyball team could use a second manager, so you decide to apply for the position

-When you go into the gym to meet the team for the first time, you’re immediately bombarded by two very eager second years and and a short red headed first year who were very curious as to who you were (the school doesn’t get students from other countries often so they were curious about you)

-Suga takes pity on you and puts the team to practice while you, Daichi, Kiyoko, Ukai and Takeda go over your new duties as a manager with you, and you eventually start your time as Karasunos manager

-The first few weeks are pretty eventful for you, you’re just getting to know the ropes of the job and also getting to know everybody on the team. It doesn’t help that there was some drama between some of the team members and the former team ace (or the fact that after it was all said and done he joined the team again), and it certainly didn’t help that you had to train another new manger when your still new yourself (you don’t blame Yachi though, it’s not her fault, and besides, she’s a very sweet kid).

-It was hard adjusting to the club environment at first, but Kiyoko made sure to introduce you properly to everyone, which is how you ended up talking to the 3rd years more. As much as you both love the 1st and 2nd year students, you need to make friends in your own grade

-Kiyoko begins a habit of starting hangouts for just the 3rd years, nothing big, just a few hours hanging out at a cafe or someone’s house. That’s primarily how you got to know the three third year boys, through these hangouts. It’s a great opportunity to get to know each other better in a relaxed setting

- I imagine the three were already together before they met you, so they’re all used to a polyamorous relationship by the time you came along. They never really thought that they would want to add another to their group, but then again, they didn’t know they would meet you

-Asahi probably fell first, the poor guy wears his heart on his sleeve so it’s pretty easy for him to fall for you. Suga and Daichi could see how enamored by you Asahi was, and after a little time you captured their hearts too.

-They all want to know more about your home country and culture, but no one asks more questions than Suga. He wants to know everything there is to know about your culture, your home, what living in your native country was like, what customs you have, what holidays you celebrate, everything! He’s a naturally curious guy and the other two are either too scared that they’ll bother you or worried they’ll ask something offensive

-Asahi does muster up the courage to ask you about any cultural clothing you might have, and if you’d say it’s ok to, he’d be more than happy to try and see if he can sew it himself. I can imagine him gifting you a handmade outfit if he manages to get the hang of making it for your birthday or some other holiday

-After awhile it’s painfully obvious to anyone with eyes that the trio is hardcore pining after you, it’s a wonder you don’t see it yourself! Sugar’s always trying to get your attention (much to the embarrassment of his boyfriends) Asahi’s stutter has magically appeared once again, and Daichi goes red any time you’re in close proximity to him. Honestly the whole teams just begging for them to ask you out at this point, it’s getting painful to watch

-The three have no idea how to ask you out, or if you’re even into poly relationships, so they settle for asking you to meet them at one of their houses so they can speak to you privately

-Daichi takes the lead, explaining to you how they’ve been in love with you for awhile and that they would really love to date you, but they all understand if you don’t like them or if you aren’t comfortable being in a poly relationship. They all kind of expect you to say no, simply because their relationship is very much outside the norm, but there’s still a little hope inside each of them that you’ll say yes

-When you do say yes, everyone is over the moon. Asahi nearly starts sobbing from joy and relief (he totally thought you were going to reject them), Suga practically tackles you in a hug, and Daichi let’s put a huge sigh of relief before prying Suga off of you. Prepare for a long night of cuddles because now that the boys have you, they’re determined to spend as much time with you as possible

[creepypastalover97]

Ok, time for another creepypasta au headcannon.

Today’s headcannon is going to be about Brian/hoodie

Just to clarify. I know hoodie and Masky are not proxies or creepypasta. I just love them , so I’m including them in this creepypasta au. Thank you.

Anyway on with the headcannons

. First things first. when he fell he didn’t actually *die* but instead was rendered immobile due to a broken neck and a severe concussion. The slenderman fixed the broken neck to allow him to move once more. However, he still had to suffer through the concussion on his own in which he would pass out without warning. He still has to deal with the damage to his back .

. Hoodie has trouble standing up from laying down after the fall. It really hurts him sometimes

. Has a scar on his back from the fall.

. Since falling and nearly dying for the effort. Hoodie developed an immense fear of heights, or high anxiety( that’s the old term though- the newer one is acrophobia.)

. NEVER SHOWS HIS FACE to people he doesn’t know VERY well. Only Tim knows what he looks like. BEN erased everything about Marble Hornets off the internet- or more so off the Pasta’s phones so they can never find out about it. Meaning BEN does know what Brian looks like under the mask but he doesn’t say anything.

. Both him and Tim go to therapy now. Considering both are very traumatized from Marble hornets and from before that

. He usually has nightmares about the all the terrible shit that’s happened to him. Like Nightmares every night. Wakes up at least 3 times screaming a night.

. Brian is in a constant state of being. He’s not dead, he’s not alive, he’s not undead. He’s just there.

. Likes to lean on things. Walls, people, anything really. He does so to ground himself. If he can touch something, that must mean he’s not dead!

. He’s partially blind in both eyes, due to the state of being he is in. They are a cloudy grey toned green instead of the brightly colored olive green they used to be all before Marble Hornets. He always hides his eyes due to this, not liking it when people stare directly into them. So he wears contacts. He can see, but it’s not that well.

. He is trying to get over the fear of people seeing his face- well more so his eyes. He believes his eyes are dead, much like he should be.

. He!!! Has!!! A support dog!!! Her name is Polly, she is a huge fluffy Samoyed and he loves her and every time he gets home from being Hoodie for like a Week Polly is IMMEDIATELY in his arms and sending him back onto the ground but its ok cause he lovers her a lot. She also acts as his seeing dog. Slenderman thought it was a good idea at the time.

. His fighting style is mid range to close range combat. He will take a sniping position on missions sometimes, but doesn't prefer long range combat if he can help it

. He’s Slender’s favourite to be honest, but he isn’t allowed to say that or there will be war.

. He ’s probably the most rational out of everyone.

. Tho he’s this calm, collected, almost laid back dude most of the time but mention Alex Kralie around him and he’ll choke slam you. Eyeless Jack learned this the hard way.

. Brian has a drinking problem just like how Tim has a smoking problem.

. Britney spears always gets him in the mood for mass murder

. He stares a lot

. Hoodie has completely silent footsteps and it’s nearly impossible to hear him moving around.

. He makes Dad Jokes and everyone else loves hates them. Tim once slapped him for the ‘hi hungry, I’m Dad’ gag.

. Has an addiction to subway

. He developed an ability to distort minds. It’s similar to slender-sickness, except it only effects who he wants to effect.

. he uses a voice changer when out and about and with his mask on

. Is a fan of Game of Thrones and dragged Tim into it. He likes the gory scenes in it and all the drama a few little lies can create (he laughed when Joffery died because the guy was a right prick)

“THAT’S WHAT YOU GET YOU LITTLE SHIT I SHOULD HAVE KILLED YOU MYSELF”- hoodie

“Brian, sit the fuck down and shut the fuck up before I stab you.”- masky

. Hoodie enjoys breaking into his victims houses and moving their shit around. He thinks it's funny as fuck.

. Brian/Hoodie both have a habit of stealing peoples pills, whether it be Tims, someone in the mansions, or their victims. Sometimes they take them other times they don’t. They don’t usually mean to but it’s like second nature

. He keeps his closet full of identical yellow hoodies so that he never has to be seen without his trademark hoody.

. goes by He/Him pronouns and is just a regular gay man

. Hoodie isn’t shy. He just has trust issues. This is due to Tim’s betrayal and lying to him in college about the operator resulting in his near death.

. He wasn’t soft-spoken in the past and very able to bring his ideas out in the open. Ever since the fall, he has withdrawn into himself.

. Hoodie has a slight obsession with cameras. He always has one on him, with several spare tapes, and records a lot. Because of this hoodie has blackmail on practically everyone, and is not afraid to use it. By now it is second nature to watch what you say when the hooded proxy is in the room. After all, it’s usually the quiet ones you gotta keep an eye on.

. Hoodie has really good computer and editing skills. But he doesn’t really use the computer often cause he reminds him of the past.

. While he’s quiet around others, he’s actually a really good conversationalist

. Hoodie is the one who drives. He doesn’t like Masky doing it with his impulsive nature and seizures, Circe’s reckless driving, and toby…. Just no.. so hoodie drives.

. brian has lotsa failed stick and poke tattoos. wanted too be cool too have a small one. fucks it up everytime somehow. always wears longsleeves because of it. everytime its like summer tim tries too get him into a t-shirt

“You’re gonna get fucking heat stroke, we barely have an ac-” - masky

“hisss”-hoodie

so yeah he just walks around in a sweaty long sleeved shirt

. Hoodie and Masky serve as mentors for toby, and Circe. God knows those kids need all the guidance they can get. Like seriously:

Hoodie: “we’re doing a safety course today, I’m going to pretend to be a burglar and you have to react correctly.”

Circe and toby: “okay.”

Hoodie: “give me all your money or I’ll shoot.”

Circe: “bold of you to assume we have money.”

Toby: “bold of you to assume we don’t want to die.”

Hoodie:” ……….”

Overall hoodie has a lot on going on. Well it ever get better? Who knows.

Anyway I hoped you liked it bye 👋🏻

P.s. this is an au. none of this is canon. So don’t take it seriously if you don’t want to. Don’t hate, if you do, take it somewhere else. Thank you.

P.s.s. Go check out Circe’s origin story on archive of our own . It’s called rabbits are not what they seem.

[huntingingoodwill]

hellOoooOoo carmen :)

i just got a tommy hc OK SO everyone is at party at the garrison celebrating something and everyone is there. tommy is just drinking and watching everything and reader is dancing with john and its not slow dancing but its like they are still infront of each other with hands on waist and all that right ANYWAYS and everyone having fun and then reader goes to get a drink, bickers w tommy until eventually annoying his enough to dance AND THIS IK ITS CLICHE BUT the music is slower? and THEN she drags him to dance but like not infront of everyone and they have like a moment and everything. and the t e n s i o n. is HIGH but in a good way and in the background its just john and arthur exchanging money bc they made a bet and ada and polly and just smirking like “HA we knew this was gonna happen” also imagine if tommy and reader were like friends but theres something there UGH THIS MAN im down bad. ans then hes all giddy for the rest of night although he tried to hide it.

im writing this while im in a car and im now car sick BUT ITS OK

send me hcs :))

hello razzmatazz :) always a pleasure to talk to u thank you so much for the hcs!!

i'm writing a john thing that takes place at a garrison party rn, i know it's not a brand new setting but i saw this and i was like. raz and carmen big brain moment?

reader is pals with all the shelbys, but they always goof around with john bc they're close buds, so of course they'd party together! the og party rockers. they'd purposely waltz around stiffly, mechanically stomping, and you can hear their laughter from anywhere in the pub. would definitely do the thing where reader balances on john's toes and he leads her around the floor, waddling like penguins. besties.

tommy's eyes are fixed on reader. he's acting chill, maybe a little amused, but he's a littttle jealous. why is she having fun with other people >:( i'm fun >:( that should be me >:(

some very childish arguments ensue when they go to see tom. "why are you sitting alone? square" "i'm not a square." "wanna dance?" "no" "why, too square?" "...let's go then" (i know square wasn't used as an insult in the 20s but let's... not think about that)

they slow dance, he spins her around, puts on the moves. to show he's a better dancer than john. duh.

i love the tense dancing trope. i wrote fact or a weapon ii for a reason. i was considering having them meet at uni. but no. dancing and bickering. supreme.

e v e r y b o d y is watching. the shelbys peeking out the windows of their private room, dancers glancing over each other's shoulders to watch them, the bartenders whispering and giggling to each other. the private room is as loud as the betting shop but reader and tom don't notice. they're in The Moment. finn's subtly running around the pub pocketing bets from other blinders. tommy goes back to the private room later and everyone's wink wink nudge nudge-ing and he masks his embarrassment with mumbled "fuck off"s. never been happier though.

next time send me hcs while out of a moving vehicle!! take care of yourself bestie. i can write and read in cars- i don't really get carsick. i could be an uber driver's secretary.

[nat111love]

It’s the clown again: haha I’m not a Grace fan unfortunately, I like Tommy and Lizzie sorry to disappoint (I used to like Grace in S1 though) 😭 but the whole season is bothering me and I think it’s so disconnected from season five. They dropped several important plots and now there’s several new ones that appeared out of nowhere so it’s hard to keep up and I just feel like they’re just rehashing old shit (like the sapphire storyline, who the fuck thought that was a good idea). Everything else is just boring or over the top, and I don’t see why Tommy has to lose a child when he already has experienced so much grief (most notable ones being Grace, John, and Polly), like what will change now? It just feels unnecessary and lazy at this point; they have already done this before and they just killed her off for shock value or the ~drama, but I think it’s uninspired. Like come up with something new please. Also, I really feel uneasy when children or animals die in movies/shows and the whole episode was too gratuitous. Idk I really wanted to like this season, but I feel like the transition from S5 to S6 was anything but smooth and they underdelivered.

The pacing is also too slow and every other scene is just people eyeing each other up and down saying “I have researched you” like ok sis move onnnnn. I also think that Mosley and his wife are boring, Michael is just being useless in prison, Gina annoys me, Arthur is high/drunk off his mind in basically every scene etc etc. I just don’t think that the show is what it used to be, it feels like it went downhill when they tried to make Tommy larger than life and involve him in world politics like chill.

Sorry I sound like I have one brain cell left and that’s because I had exams today. Interested in hearing your perspective though!

Hey nonnie!!!

Lmao.Don't be sorry it's ok to love lizzie and not love grace, lol.  !!! l thought this was a grace fan cause some of us ( grace fans) were complaining about the recycled plots too. 

l won't lie to you l think this season isn't as good as the previous ones!!! But l won't stop watching it, cause it's peaky fucking blinders nonnie !!!

l think this season isn't as good as the previous ones because steven knight is ignoring what made the show great (Beyond Tommy).

The complex Shelby family dynamics .

We all know that the show has always put tommy at its center, but this season completely sidelines the rest of the family, neglecting what made the show so great! Where is finn? where is arthur? where is linda? where is my baby charlie? where is johnny dogs...where is the rest of the family? where are all the side characters ?  where is the new enemy?! where are the complex arcs ?! none of the characters are having complex arcs so far in the season.

l miss the complex relationships between the many people involved in the company, who is the main "enemy" this season michael and his moustache?!!!

  NOOO l don’t want that !!!

( Don't side eye me nonnie but we love to hate mosley in this household lol!!! l wish he was the main enemy this season cause l can’t take michael seriously, and he’s also more entertaining than michael). 

With only 3 episodes aired, as l said earlier, they still can” fix” this season !!! the show still has time to bring the Shelby family into the forefront again, and raise the show to the level of excellence it's known for.

[theshelbyclan]

Defiance

Summary: When your brothers went off to war, you couldn’t just sit and wait for them: you had to work, so as nurse Shelby, you started nursing in London

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A/N: Anon requested: Hello, I saw that you write Shelby sister imagines? Is it ok for you to do me one please? I always imagine her being the same age as John and very close to Tommy. I was thinking along the lines of when the boys go to war she goes to a hospital in London dealing with soliders who need rehabilitation and help with PTSD. She doesn't come home until a year after the boys? Here's they are in trouble with Campbell and Billy Kimber Obviously take it wherever you like to I'm happy for whatever x I’m making this a two-part story, to be able to combine two different requests that had a lot of similarities. I’m using your request for the first part, and let me just say, this is such a beautiful idea that it deserves to be a film on its own. Hope I did it justice! :) Part 2 is Acceptance 

Warning: mentions of death, war and suicide.

Words: 3107

***

“I will not,” defiantly you stood in front of your superior, arms crossed in front of you and a rebellious scowl on your face. “Excuse me?” the head nurse turned around to face you, “This again, nurse Shelby?”

For a moment, you faltered. Going against a senior nurse was something that wasn’t tolerated, at all. And with good reason! The hospital wouldn’t be able to function properly. During the war, it’d been constant chaos, with men coming in and going out constantly. Dying was often a blessing, and there had been so much, so much death. But the war was over and still the men kept on coming.

“I’m not trying to rebel, nurse Miller,” you said, more meekly this time, “I just don’t see how this is going to help any of them.” “Doctor says it works,” nurse Miller replied matter-of-factly. “But does it?” some fire was coming back into you, “They are able to talk and walk again, sure, but that’s not the same as recovery, is it? The problem is not of a physical nature, it’s a mental struggle these men face.” The head nurse looked up from her work and turned fully towards you now, “Remember your place, nurse Shelby. Do as you’re told. Go on, off with you.” “What research has really been done concerning these…” you waved your hand in an annoyed manner, “methodsthat the doctors employ these days!” Thoroughly irritated now, nurse Miller dropped her work and one look told you all you needed to know: you were in trouble. Again. And so you were back to scrubbing bedpans yet again. All nurses were required to do this work and the long days without much sleep had hardened you all to the blood and filth. Still, some nurses were given this job more than others. Especially the nurses who couldn’t control their mouths around their superiors. Silently, you cursed your Shelby spirit.

But then your mind drifted off to the subject you had been discussing with nurse Miller and your blood began to boil again. ‘The soldier’s heart’, that’s what they used to called it. These were the men who could never sit still, felt anxious all the time and were constantly on edge. It had been considered a ‘normal’ condition for decennia, but it had taken on the form of an epidemic after the Great War. Brave men could no longer function and the severe psychological trauma haunted most of them still, even though the war had been over for several months now! ‘Shell-shock’ was now the popular term and doctors everywhere tried to fix the physical symptoms of the condition. You simply couldn’t fathom how none of them seemed to acknowledge that these were just symptoms: the real problem had taken root in the brain or the heart, maybe even in the soul.

“What did you do this time?” Daisy, or nurse Wells as was the proper term, asked you, when she saw you sitting on your knees in front of piles and piles of bedpans. You looked up and grinned sheepishly, “I disagreed with nurse Miller.” 

“Again.” “Again,” you admitted contritely. Daisy put down the towels she had taken in for washing, “If you’re going to disagree with anyone, choose someone less uptight! Might save your knees.” A small smile tugged at the corner of your mouth. Daisy was the perfect nurse: she could function on two hours of sleep a night, see the most horrific stuff and still work on tirelessly, while aiming to make the others smile. Where you’d be without Daisy you didn’t even dare think about. “Alright,” she sighed good-naturedly, “Tell me. What did you argue this time? And tell me you’re sorry afterwards, just to practise!” Full of anger, you threw down the brush, “Electro-shock therapy doesn’t fucking help anyone! These men went to hell and back and now their brains are protesting against all the horrors they witnessed. Their minds are revolting, as they should be! The only thing ever accomplished by shocking the men into talking again or walking again is that you’ve taken away their last manner of protesting against inhumane practises. Bravo! You’ve made them into full human bombshells now, without a peep of opposition. How in the fuck is that even medically sound!?” Daisy waited a moment, “So you’re not actually sorry.” “Fuck, no.”

She looked around the door for a second and then whispered, “Fuck.” Your head shot up and you grinned broadly, “Nurse Wells, what did you just say?” “I suddenly felt brave,” she shrugged a little, “thought I might be brave enough to say the F-word, with just you here to hear me.” Full of theatrics you stood up and offered her your hand, “I congratulate you earnestly. You have now crossed a line. Welcome to the fucking party!” Beaming, Daisy tried to scold, “You’re a bad influence on me.” “You should see the rest of the Shelby clan,” and a sudden pang went through you the very moment you had spoken the words. Your friend noticed at once, “Y/N, when are you going back?” “Can’t abandon the men now,” you said briskly, leaving very little room for discussion. Daisy hesitated and finally asked, “They did all come back from France, didn’t they?” “Yes.” “When did you hear?” Scrubbing again, you replied, “I never heard, but I’d know if something had happened to them.” Daisy nodded: she knew you well enough to know your instincts never failed you, even if it got you in trouble. A lot.

***

You were lying in bed and even though the shifts weren’t as long as they’d been during the war, sleep was still scarce. Many of you got five to six hours of sleep now, which had been unimaginable during the war! Still, exhaustion wasn’t unfamiliar to any of you and when the nurses hit their pillows, they often slept at once. Still, you were wide-awake at this very moment. When the war started, it didn’t take long for the boys to sign up. Your brothers went, full of energy and bravery and all women were left grieving at home. Ada kept her mind off it, something you were never good at. You couldn’t bear the thought of all these men dying out at the front, and for what? No one seemed to know. But aunt Polly had really send you over the edge. Every morning she got up to pray and at first you had joined her, but unrest had grown inside of you and praying simply wasn’t enough anymore. So, just like your brothers, you had decided and left for training in London. There was no arguing with you and no one tried.

But nothing could’ve prepared you for the things you’d seen during your time here as a nurse. The broken men, shattered limbs, blood and gore and death were easy enough to get used to. That thought alone made you frown in confusion: what has become of us, that we think that’s the easy part? But the endless streams of young men, hopeful men once, now broken and shattered like the fields of France themselves, that was the hard part. You fed them, nursed them, mended them, talked to them and held their hand if they went. And each and every face changed the moment just before they died: they were all one of your brothers. They were still alive. Aunt Polly had the gift of second sight and even though you weren’t sure what to believe, you had some of it too. Either way, you would’ve known if they were dead. But what were they like now? Because that was the real reason you daren’t go back to Small Heath. What is they were like some of these men, like ghosts trapped in the body of a once healthy human being? You wouldn’t be able to cope.

People always said that twins have a certain connection. You and John had never noticed anything of a special connection, apart from a certain gift for squabbling. But once he was at the front, when the bombs started falling, you could hear his screams in your mind. That’s when the connection had suddenly kicked in and it kept you up and made you tear your hair out for fear. God was cruel like that. “Are you a Shelby or not?” you suddenly whispered strictly to yourself. “Who is this, cowering away in London and fearing what she might see at home? Be a grownup and fucking face your family!” But something just stopped you.

***

For the next couple of weeks, you tried to get back into the swing of things. You worked harder than ever, with your exhaustion as a form of atonement. Daisy was worried and even nurse Miller told you to slow down at some point.

And then you sat next to a bed of a dying soldier. Your shift had finished already, but still you’d refused to leave him. And why? Because he reminded you of Arthur. “Nurse?” he asked feebly. You shook your head to get rid of the thoughts roaming about, “I’m here,” you comforted him. “I can’t see,” he said, “Is that normal?” You took his hand, “I’m right here. Can you feel my hand?” He grabbed it a little tighter, “Yes. You have soft hands.” You smiled warmly at him. He asked again, “Nurse?” “Yes.” “When I get better,” he tried to sit up a little, “Can I maybe take you out some time?” He sure as hell wasn’t the first one to ask, so his request didn’t embarrass or shock you in the slightest. You tried to put on a chipper voice, imitating Daisy, “I don’t know. It depends, I suppose: where would we go?” The wounded soldier smiled, “I can take you to the movies. That’s what the Americans call it, did you know? The movies…” You couldn’t help but smile, “Which film would we go to?” “I’ll take you to that new romantic film, the one with that famous American actor.” “You quite like the Americans, don’t you?” you joked. He smiled again, suddenly revealing how handsome he actually was, “Americans, they have a way with women.” “So do you!” “Does that mean you’ll go with me?”

“When you get better, we’ll go to the movies,” you confirmed. But he didn’t get better. The next day, he was back to his ailing and screaming. The trouble with his mind was that sometimes the fragments seemed to recompose again and he was as sane as any man, but at other times, the war bombed his soul. His physical injuries were extensive and his chances of survival were slim. Still, the doctor was adamant on trying shock therapy on him, thinking it might help with both his physical and psychological ailments. You didn’t agree, but kept your mouth shut for once. Still, you screamed into your pillow the next night, feeling so fucking helpless at the sight of pointless suffering. The next morning, nurse Miller send you over to that soldier once again to change his bandages. All light had left his eyes. Practically inaudibly, he said, “Nurse?” “I’m here,” you took his hand again in yours. “Would you’ve done it? Would you’ve allowed me to take you out?” “Of course!” you exclaimed, “Not every day a handsome young man asks a girl like me out!” He paused for a moment, “Honestly?” “Honestly,” you said. Suddenly, he relaxed and fell back into the cushions. You frowned a little though, slightly worried about why he was no longer sure of his recovery. But there was more work to be done and you had to be on your way again. When nurse Miller told you he’d gotten hold of a razor somehow and killed himself in the night, something inside you shattered. That was it. You were done. ***

On the train to Birmingham, you couldn’t help but think about how much you’d changed. Once a Small Heath gypsy, being on edge about not being useful enough, you’d left full of innocence. Well, maybe not innocent, you were a Shelby after all. But you’d grown up being protected by young brothers, fighting them and others constantly, and still you considered your childhood a happy one. The amount of times you’d screamed at them, “I’m not a child anymore!” was insane, but only now you felt like that sentence was justified. The war had changed you too. Quickly, you’d send Aunt Polly a telegram before departing London. It said: ‘I’m coming home. Still alive. Make sure the boys save me some whiskey.’ She wouldn’t be pleased with a message like that, but you couldn’t wait to deal with the consequences again. Stepping off the train and back onto familiar ground felt like entering a dream. Oh, how you had missed the stench and noise! Without a thought, you took off your shoes and walked barefoot through the muddy streets. Watch out, Birmingham, you thought cheekily, the pauper princess is back! All nerve left you as soon as it’d come when you stood in front of your house at Watery Lane. And while you were still plucking up the courage to open the door, it swung wide open and nearly hit you square in the nose. A flash of green came rushing out and two arms squeezed the life out of you. “Where the hell have you been?” they demanded. Softly, you breathed in the smell of her perfume, “Fucking working, Ada, unlike you.” “Aunt Pol is going after you with the wooden spoon and I won’t lift a finger to save you,” she scolded, without letting go. You rolled your eyes into your sister’s hair. And then you suddenly noticed, “Looks like you’ve been busy as well!” Ada stepped back and looked down, “Seven months. Can’t even see my toes anymore, I’ve gotten so fat.” “Not much to look at anyways,” you commented. Ada slapped your shoulder and you winced. At least nothing had changed between you two.

With Aunt Polly it was an entirely different story. As soon as you walked into the house, she froze and fixed you with one of her stares that could make empires crumble. You could feel your shoulders slumping, your heart racing and you held your breath. Nothing had changed there either: it was like you were eight years old again. Slowly, she walked over to you and took a long hard look at you, never releasing eye contact. Then she grabbed your face and you almost winced, but instead she said, “You need to eat. Sit.”

Not hesitating, you obeyed at once. Without a word, she threw your telegram on the table. The silence was filled with anxiety-fuelled electricity and she let you calmly simmer in it for a few more moments. Then she spoke, “You have ten seconds to explain, before I slap you back to London myself.” So you took a big gulp of breath and explained, “I got into another fight with the head nurse and then everything went to shit and I didn’t know what to do, because I felt guilty, because he died and I fucking cannot with those doctors, because I knew work would be hard and I signed up for it, but all of a sudden I was just done, and I wanted to come back sooner, but I was scared Tommy and Arthur were dead and that John was, well I wanted to come sooner but didn’t know how to come back, and also I was you know scared that you might not take it well, and how I left, and yeah well, I was afraid this was going to happen…” “Leave her be,” Ada said to your aunt, “She’s worn out.” “It’s been eight months since the war ended,” Aunt Polly said, her face still not betraying any emotion, “We thought you were gone.” “I’m okay, Pol,” you said carefully. “How the fuck were we supposed to know?” She burst out, “No note, no letter, nothing. And now you think you can just show up, like the queen of fucking Birmingham, after writing some shitty telegram that made me drop my favourite teacup?” “Oh no, the blue one?” you asked. Ada glared at you, her eyes saying: not the right fucking response right now. So you cast your eyes downwards, “I’m sorry, Pol. The work, it just drags you in. I kept on seeing their faces in all the wounded soldiers I took care of. It was the only way I could cope.” Aunt Polly’s face softened a little, “It’s the waiting. The waiting almost killed the women.”

Images of wartime nightmares flashed in front of your eyes. Waiting was the thing you were terrible at, as it turned out. It ate you up inside, and now you’d done it to them. Finally, Aunt Polly’s reaction made sense.

“Forgive me,” you pleaded.

Your aunt walked over to the table and sat down next to you. She took your hand in hers and a wave of reassurance washed over you, “You’re like a working horse. They go crazy when they rest. You leaving shouldn’t have come as a surprise to us. It’s good to have you back. Welcome home, Y/N.”

No longer able to contain yourself, you flung yourself forwards and hugged your aunt. Tears fell from your eyes and finally, ease came over you.

Then you heard voices from the other room. Arthur’s voice first, loud and angry. He hadn’t changed much either then, perhaps a little angrier than before. Then Tommy’s reply, cold and business-like. He sounded like dad now. Finally your twin: John laughing like he was still playing in the gutter. For a few minutes, you didn’t move. You just listened to them and revelled in their sounds. These were the sounds of brothers, still alive, and you couldn’t be happier about it.

“Billy Kimber has a bloody army!” Arthur shouted.

You looked towards Ada for some kind of explanation, but she just rolled her eyes. Aunt Polly sat back and lit a cigarette. The fact that she gave that one to you, before lighting another for herself, showed she now thought of you as an adult as well. The moment was brief, but so intimate.

With a bang, the door slammed open en Arthur came storming in. Tommy was sighing deeply and still cursing right behind him, and through the open door you could see John. They all froze when they saw you, all at the same time, jaws practically hitting the floor.

“Billy Kimber, eh?” you merely said, “Looks like I showed up just in time.” 

***

Masterlist

[uas-fics]

Title: The Messy Room Stressor

Summary: Token thought he would have his Saturday all to himself, until he is recruited by Tweek to help Tweek pick up his room, anyway.

Rating: G

Ships: Gen

Other: For @tweekweek day one Relaxation.

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A Saturday where Token made it to ten AM without a call from his friends usually meant the day was his for the taking and he could do whatever he wanted. He could play video games, catch up on a new show, read the growing pile of books his dad keeps bringing home for him, go to the zoo — the possibilities were endless!

As Token started to narrow his choices down in his head, a knock came from the door. He frowned. Were Mom and Dad expecting anyone? They hadn't told him. The guard wouldn't let just anyone past the gate, either. 

Shrugging, Token jumped off the couch. The knocking grew frantic as he neared the door. 

"I'm coming. I'm coming,” he muttered. "Hello?" 

Tweek nearly jumped out of his shoes. "Token! I need you!" He grabbed Token by the wrist. "Come on, come on!"

Token dug his bare heels into the carpet, but even that didn't stop Tweek from dragging him down the front walk towards the gate.

"Tweek, dude, stop!" His hand shot out to grab a low hanging tree branch and yanked them both to a stop. "What's wrong?"

Tweek danced nervously from foot to foot, chewing on his lower lip and wringing his hands in his shirt. His hair went out in more chaotic directions than usual and a third of his buttons were messed up.

Tweek hadn't been this stressed out since well before he and Craig started dating.

"I need help, and it can only be you." He pulled at the bandaid across the top of his hand. 

"What do you need help with?" Token asked.

"My room," Tweek squawked. "I need help organizing it. I tried to do it by myself and I can't. You don't need to help me pick up, just, like, sit with me in there and don't let me stop cleaning until it's done. Please, Token?"

Token folded his arms and tilted his head. "That sounds like something anyone can do. Why do you need me?"

"Everyone else is too distracting! Clyde ends up talking about something fun and I stop wanting to clean to play and Jimmy makes me laugh too much and Craig..." Tweek shook his head. "It has to be you. You’re the most mature and responsible. Please, Token? I'll give you a free hot chocolate—and a muffin—at Tweak Bro's next time you come in."

Token hummed in thought, stroking his chin. He could make hot chocolate any time he wanted at home, and using much higher quality ingredients than Tweak Bro's could afford, but Tweek was his friend. It wouldn’t be right to leave him hanging like that.  Besides, what else did he have to do today anyway?

"Alright, I'll help, but first," He lifted up his foot and wiggled his bare toes, "can I get some socks on?"

---

Token did not try to hide his cringe at the state of Tweek's room. 

It wasn't just a mess. It was chaos.

 It looked like a tornado came through and took everything from the drawers and threw it around. Shirts and pants hung off the back of his desk chair. A tower of coffee cups sat on the windowsill. Toys were piled in heaps along the walls and corners. The only clean path led from the door to the bed and to the birdcage in the corner.

Tweek's bird, Polly, flapped around, contributing loose feathers and birdseed to the mess.

"Polly is more stressed about the mess than I am," Tweek laughed. He puttered out when Token didn't join in. "Um, you can sit on the bed while I work. Don't let me stop, ok?"

Token nodded and carefully picked his way to the bed. When he sat, something moved. Gasping, Token jumped to his feet and spun around. With a shaking hand, he lifted up the mattress. A little man with a beard and cone-shaped hat popped out from between the mattress and box spring.

He panted, holding his chest. "Thank God! Freedom!" He cried out in a squeaky voice. "I thought I was lost forever in this room. Thanks, kid." He waved at Token.

The little man  walked along the bed frame to the head of the bed then jumped down. As he fell, he threw a powder up from his hand and shrunk even smaller before disappearing behind the nightstand.

Mouth hanging open, Token turned to Tweek to make sure he hadn't imagined that, but Tweek had his back to him near the desk. He started setting papers and lego bricks on his desktop, muttering to himself.

Shaking his head, Token carefully crawled onto the bed. This time, nothing moved. Not trusting that Tweek didn't have a real-life monster under his bed, he pulled his feet up. Tweek would probably wash his bedding when he was done, so it didn't matter if he put his shoes on the blanket.

After watching Tweek clear a pile from his floor, Token asked, "Hey, Tweek? Want me to play some music?" He held up his phone. "I'll let you pick."

Tweek twisted around. "No, no, not a good idea. It'll be distracting! I might start to sing and dance and I won't finish. Sorry. I think I have some headphones on my windowsill. You can use them if you want."

Token nodded and rolled over to his hands and knees to crawl across the bed to the window. Tangled up in the cord for the blinds was a pair of headphones. They were missing an earpiece and a bare patch in the plastic exposed the wires.

Better than nothing, he supposed. When he reached over to untangle the headphones, a rancid smell hit his nose. He recoiled with a gag. 

Polly flapped loudly around his cage at Token's reaction. 

Token craned his neck to look at the source of the smell. White and green mold grew on the coffee left in the top cup of the highest tower. 

Inside the top cup of the second-highest tower, the contents had all evaporated, leaving a thick, brown sludge caked to the inside. In the final towers, top cup was something black that Token couldn't identify. 

When he went to pick up the cup for a better look, a swarm of tiny gnats burst out. Despite his best efforts, some of the gnats went up his nose and in his mouth. Token coughed but ended up swallowing some of them anyway.

He shuddered, feeling disgusted, before taking a look inside the cup. 

Now that the infestation had gone, Token's best guess at the contents were old ravioli. The mini kind of ravioli from a can, like Craig's mom, made sometimes when he went for a sleepover. But Craig's mom never served it in a coffee cup. Did Tweek run out of clean bowls? 

Token's stomach twisted. Once Tweek's room was spick and span, he was going to make him sign a blood oath to never ever bring ravioli into his room again.

"Tweek, when was the last time you took these cups out?" Token asked, setting the ravioli cup down. The moment he did, the gnats returned to congregate on the old pasta.

 Tweek's head snapped up. He scrambled to his feet.

"Shit! Cups! Cups! I forgot. I was going to take those out yesterday." Tweek nearly tripped as he raced to the bed. "Hand them to me. Mom's been looking for them all week. We're out of clean cups and have to drink out of paper cups from the shop."

"Ooooo-kay, then," He muttered, carefully grabbing the top and bottom cups of the tallest tower. He passed off the tower to Tweek before reaching for the next one.

"I'll help." He offered.

"No! It's my room. I have to clean it all myself." Tweek spun around. He took two steps, then tripped. The cups, luckily, landed in a pile of stuffed animals and didn’t break. The moldy coffee and assorted sludges spilled on the fake fur.

Tweek put his hands to his hair and let out a scream of frustration. "Nooo! This isn't fair! Why can't I do this?"

Token scooted to the edge of the bed then slipped off to his knees. He moved over and set a hand on Tweek's shoulder.

"Are you doing alright, man?" Token asked. Tweek turned towards him with his lip quivering.

"No, I'm not." He swallowed a sob. "I'm stressed as all hell and I know it's because I let my room get this bad when I shouldn’t have. It's all my fault and everything is terrible, and I hate it!"

Token looked around the room again. His eyes lingered at the spot Tweek was working before he called him over. The pile wasn't in anyway organized, just relocated from the floor to the desk. 

"It's not that bad," Token lied. "If you let me help, I'm sure we can fix it."

"It's my fault. I need to do it myself." Tweek sniffled, wiping his nose on his sleeve. 

"Why?" Token dropped his hand to his lap. 

"Because...you know!" Tweek waved his hands out. "Just because!"

"That's a dumb reason." Token gathered the coffee cups and stacked them into two towers. "You have friends so when you mess up you can get help from them, Tweek." 

Tweek tried to argue, but Token held up his hand to cover his mouth. 

"I'm helping you clean your room," he told him sternly, falling into his Mom Friend voice. "No ifs, no buts, no coconuts, got it?"  

He didn't particularly care to be seen as the ‘Mom Friend,’ but he had to admit it had its advantages in times like this. Tweek wouldn't argue with him now.

Tweek sighed against his palm but nodded anyway. Token bobbed his head back and handed Tweek half the cups.  

"Alright, I think we should get all these cups out of your room first, then take your stuffed animals down to wash. After that, we'll make a game plan for the rest of the room." He smiled. "Sound good to you?"

Hopefully, he sounded knowledgeable enough that Tweek wouldn't worry. In reality, Token didn’t know more than the bare minimum how to clean his own room. His family had a cleaning lady who showed up once a week to pick up the slack, after all. He never bothered to learn more, but Token was sure he could handle it.

Tweek carefully stood, holding the cups tightly to his chest. He took a breath then returned Token's smile.

"That sounds great. Thanks, Token."

---

Once he had a plan, Tweek barely needed Token's help at all. After taking all the window cups, along with a plate Token accidentally kicked from under a half-empty bag of birdseed, down to the sink, the two gathered up the soiled stuffed animals and took them to the washing machine where Token learned that, apparently, stuffed animals should be washed in pillowcases. 

Token laughed and tried to play it off that he was testing Tweek about washing machine practices, but he was pretty sure Tweek didn’t believe him.

When they returned to Tweek's room, Token took a pad of paper and a pen from the pile on his desk. The pen was a Red Racer themed pen with multiple kinds of colored ink, which Token thought might have actually been Craig's, but didn't point it out. Nichole took his jackets and pens all the time too. It just came with the territory of dating. Everything belongs to each other.

With Tweek's help, he made a list of everything they needed to pick up. Then they went to picking everything from that category up in the room. All the clothes first, then the dishes and so on. 

All the clothes were agreed to be dirty. Tweek and Token took four trips to take them all down to the washer. By that time, the stuffed animals were finished so Tweek could start a new load. 

His room already looked much cleaner with the clothes picked up, so it was easy to find all the dishes and take them to the sink. The toys they piled on to Tweek's bed and started putting every toy where it needed to go, in the closet or on the shelves or toy chest.

Then they repeated the process with everything else on the floor.

While working at organizing the toys, Tweek had fully taken over cleaning duties, so Token sat in the desk chair and watched. He could practically see the waves of stress fall off of his friend as he organized his room. 

"Hey, Tweek," Token asked, leaning back in the chair, "Can I ask you a question?"

Tweek stood on his tiptoes to throw an action figure to the top shelf of his closet. Falling to the flats of his feet he replied, "Sure. What?"

"Why didn't you get Craig to help you? He's the most organized of all of us. His room is the cleanest, and he likes to pick up messes — because he's a weirdo like that." Token idly drew a circle on the pad of paper in red ink. He clicked the pen to green and drew another circle inside the first.

Tweek sighed as he picked up a board game. "It's because, um, I don't like how Craig cleans."

"What?" Token dropped the pen. He stared at Tweek in confusion.

Tweek shook his head. "He tried to make my room like his, and I don't like it. My legos and blocks stay in the box by my desk so I can grab them easily when I'm playing, not under my bed. I keep my favorite books inside my nightstand's drawer so I can read them before going to sleep. Craig has all his books on his bookshelf near the door. He has all his underwear in the bottom drawer with his socks. The gnomes took all my underpants, so I don't even have any to wear anymore! How Craig keeps his room drives me bonkers."

Tweek shoved the board game under his bed with the others. "That's why my room got so bad this time. I had to take everything out to find what I needed since nothing was where I keep it."

"So this was Craig's fault." Token chuckled, picking the pen back up.

"Kinda?" Tweek picked up a rope with colorful wooden beads and a little silver bell on it. As he walked to Polly's cage he went on, "Don't tell him though. He'll get moody if he thinks I'm mad at him."

Polly squawked excitedly as Tweek hung the toy up in the cage. The bird instantly landed next to the toy to ring the bell.

"I won't," Token promised. He jumped to feet then picked up some lego men attached to a long flat brick. He held them up before asking, "These go in the box by your desk, right?"

---

Tweek fell back on his naked bed. The sheets and bedding, the last bit of laundry he and Token washed, were still in the dryer. Token folded the last shirt and set it in the top drawer of Tweek's dresser.

Once he shut it, the room was done--save for the bed, of course.

Token looked around with his hands on his hips and nodded. "We make a good team, Tweek."

Tweek pushed himself up on his elbows. "We do. Thank you again, Token. I'm feeling so much better now without all the clutter stressing me out."

Token flopped down beside him. "No problem, dude. This was kind of fun, actually." He quickly added, "Don't make a habit of it, though."

Tweek laughed and nodded. He rolled over to look at the alarm clock on his nightstand raised his head. 

"Do you wanna have a sleepover?" He asked. "Mom and Dad should be home by now, so we can go ask."

Token hummed and looked out the window. There was plenty of light for him to run home and pick up his PJs and a change of clothes.

He jumped to his feet then spun around with a grin. "Of course, but on one condition."

Tweek scooted off the bed as he asked, "What?"

"You promise me on your life, that you'll never bring ravioli into your room again."

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AN: Cleaning up and opening up my living space actually really helps when my anxiety is through the roof. Less clutter, less to worry about. There is probably a scientific reason behind it somewhere.

[the-concealed]

Giving Chase: a Monster Prom fic

Brian didn't really care much about anything. In fact, he could care less about prom and relationships but now due to a misunderstanding between him and Damien. He's forced to go on a scavenger hunt with the demon to "confess" his true feelings to Amira when in reality, he's just here to prove that Amira was never into him in the first place. Proving LaVey wrong would be pretty sweet, rubbing it in his face for the rest of high school would probably be even sweeter.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14794778/chapters/34227776

Lyfe suxx! Eat dik n snort coaine!

These were words that were in the process of being scratched into the bathroom stalls. Brian was beginning to find out small acts of vandalism were a regular thing whenever one hung out with a certain drug-laced spirit. The stink of unflushed urine and mud wafted through the room, it was a smell so familiar to Brian he began to look back on the bittersweet memories of the past when his father raised him. From the dead, of course.

Ah, sweet nostalgia.

“Wipe that grin off your face, zombitch. It’s creeping me out.” Brian blinks once slowly and swivels his head to stare blankly at a smirking fire djinn. He had almost forgot that there were also other people in here with them, it seemed like half of the gym class skipped yet another one of Coach’s dodgeball matches. Amira and Damien hover close to the door. Each one taking a seat in between the sinks, watching Polly expertly scratch vile language with the help of a blue glitter pen. Brian merely grunts in response to Amira’s insult, zombitch was one of the tamer jabs. It seemed like they were feeling merciful today.

A husky voice breaks out into a chuckle, Damien high-fiving Amira and pointing a vicious finger at the undead boy in front of him, “Nice one, Torch. Zombitch. I think I might keep that one. Who the fuck is this kid, anyway, Polly?”

“Oh, Brian? He’s in our gym class, dummy. He keeps saving my ghostly, and perfectly perky, ass at dodgeball so he totally rocks!” Polly grins widely and shoots you a wink, raising two pale thumbs in approval. Brian nods in thanks and leans further back towards the wall, to avoid the glare and wrath of Damien. The demon was easily set off and while Brian wanted nothing more than to put him in his place, he would also really rather keep all of his slowly deteriorating limbs.

“Think you’re better at dodgeball than me, don’tcha?” The demon’s eyes were alight with a poorly hidden hunger for a fight, a challenge or anything to pass the time, Brian would bet. But this wasn’t the day to prove which monster was better at throwing foamy balls at high speeds. In fact, Brian wished there wouldn’t be any days for it. Damien continued, on his feet now, and with Brian’s tall stature, had to crane his neck up a bit to deliver the threat, “Given the chance, I could crush you like a fucking cake in a fat kid’s birthday party.”

The threat didn’t prove to be as effective as Damien would have hoped, considering that Brian was taller than him by more than a few inches. It was like being threatened by a violent fire-starting raccoon, dangerous but come on it’s a raccoon. Brian grunts again in response which only seemed to piss Damien off more, “What the fuck? Can’t you say anything more than just grunt?”

“Oh don’t worry, Damien, I’m sure Brian doesn’t just grunt. He could moan for you too.” Amira snickers, setting her finger alight and flicking the small flame, it wavered towards Damien. It lands, sticking onto the demon’s leather jacket and sizzling. Polly lets out a loud, “Pffffbbt!” and squeals delightedly, a very loud and open advocate for gay monster sex. The zombie wishes that he could just push aside the boy in front of him and strangle Amira for suggesting that he’d do something as vile as having sex with that pyromaniac. Damien brushes off the small flame and scowls at the other two, taking a quick step away from Brian, “Eat shit and die, Torch. Don’t you have a stupid fucking scavenger hunt with Miranda soon?”

Scavenger hunt? Knowing Amira, it didn’t seem like it was their scene. Hell, hanging out with Miranda was very few people’s preferred scene, less you were one of her serfs in which case you were pretty much forced to. For the first time, Brian’s jaw unhinges and he talks, startling Damien beside him, “Scavenger hunt?”

“Christ, you sound like you smoke three packs a day.”

Brian shrugs and clears his throat, he knew that his voice was deep and somewhat guttural but that was just one of the few traits he took on after being introduced to the afterlife. He couldn’t help it, much like Polly couldn’t help but phase in and out of the bathroom walls. She was clearly on something, or the usually talkative Polly would have been bouncing up and down trying to pry information from Amira about the hunt. He ignores the top half of the poltergeist sticking out from the ceiling and tries again, “What’s that for?”

“Sorry, Brain,” Brian’s eyebrows furrow at the nickname but stops himself from correcting the fire djinn, and lets them continue, “I can’t give you any deets or else me and Miri will be disqualified from the hunt. It’s top secret stuff, you know. All I can tell you is that a bunch of weird guys in robes gave Miranda a list and a map with a skull and crossbones at the end...”

“Uhh..doesn’t sound safe,” Brian tries to interject to which Amira completely ignores. Why did he even ever bother trying to steer the djinn away from any kinds of danger? It seemed clear that the idiot was a natural born magnet for fucked up situations. Amira equaled bad news and bad news equaled a pain in the ass for Brian, these were just facts.

“...and we all know that skull and crossbones are the signs of a killer rager. Miri loves scavenger hunts and I love me a good fucking party so its a win-win situation. It’s an invite only event though, so I can’t have you guys tag along. Soz. Anyways, gotta bounce! It’s almost 3pm, Miranda’s meeting me at the gates for a shopping spree. Catch you lamesters later! Bye, Green!”

The last part was aimed at Brian and with a wink and a wave, Amira was out of the bathroom and jogging towards the main entrance, quickly disappearing out of sight. Brian knew  that he should have gone after them but at the time, it didn’t seem as urgent. Amira was feisty and wouldn’t go down so easy in a fight. So he lets them go, making a mental note to send them a text later. Amira may be a bully but they were his bully and somewhat friend, so he felt partially responsible should they meet a violent end. But at the very least it was quiet now, he hoped that the demon and the poltergeist would leave but no such luck.

The silence was broken by yelling soon after. Damien released an earth-shattering yell and punched a bathroom door, the veins in his neck becoming more prominent as he strained himself further and further. What the fuck? The zombie took a step closer to Polly, in case the demon started throwing objects. The last thing Brian wanted was a hurt Polly, not that he cared about Polly much in particular. It’s just that he’d never hear the end of it should he choose not to protect her. Chivalry is dead, he could imagine her whining. Thankfully, however, Damien didn’t seem intent on chucking toilets out left and right so Brian, bewildered, just stood there and stared incredulously.

“Are you ok-”

“I’m fucking PISSED. Why did I get called a lamester and you get a nice fucking nickname?” Damien is bent over, hands on his face and seething in anger. That was...it? Brian wasn’t sure what to do after such a bizarre outburst of childish anger.

“Oh...Uh, I’m sorry?” As soon as he spoke, in a blink of an eye, Damien was right in front of him and gripping the front of his jacket. He forces the zombie down to his height and hisses, “Damn better be! Now listen here, fucknuts. Amira seems to like you,”

This was a debatable fact, but Brian kept his mouth shut.

“So I’m not going to beat your rotten face in right now. They were calling you so many nicknames it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that they’re probably in love with you.”

“I’m sorry.” This was the wrong thing to say as the zombie had meant to pose it as a question but it ended up coming across as if he was apologizing about being the sole carrier of Amira’s affections. This was absolutely not the case. That was just the kind of person Damien was, full of assumptions and violent temperament. Once something was in his head, it was rather hard to get it out. So Brian tried a different route to diffuse the situation but Polly interrupts him before he could get anything out, “Amira isn’t in love with him.  They’ve seen him before he turned into one of the undead, and trust me he’s prettier now than he was back then. No offense, Bri.”

Ouch. A little punch to his already fragile self esteem but it was true, he had been one ugly motherfucker back then but still she didn’t have to say it like that. The only thing to do was ride this wave out, he adds, “Amira doesn’t talk about love, everything is about sex with them.”

This was also the wrong thing to say. No matter how true it was.

“You absolute bastard, how dare you invalidate Torch’s feelings like that? You think it’s easy to be so nonchalant when you’re around the person you like? It’s like not being able to kill someone for a long time, the anxiety and need for it just sits at the bottom of your stomach and festers and festers. And you know the only thing thats gonna relieve it is if you slide a dull butter knife through someone’s gut and watch the life seep out through their eyes.”

“Oh! Oh! Oh! Like not doing meth after two days and you just start itching everywhere and looking for a fix. Oh em gee, love is totally like an addiction to drugs and murder.”

Where was the exit again? Of course, Damien would be blocking it. Someone please get him away from these weirdos. The demon’s grip on his jacket became tighter and tighter, the neckline began to get a tiny bit more uncomfortable as it rubbed against Brian’s skin. “Why do you care so much?” Brian, as emotionless as he tries to appear to be, couldn’t help but glare at the demon.

The demon’s eyes widened for a fraction of a second but then quickly narrowed, he bared his fangs, “I’m their friend, don’t friends look out for each other?”

Brian cocks his head curiously to the side, the glare melting off his features, “No, it’s more than that. I’ve known Amira for a while but I’d never get heated about something as stupid as this.”

“T-then you just don’t care about them as much as I do.” His grip on Brian’s jacket loosens and he takes a step back, wiping a red hand over his flushed face. Or perhaps it was just his red skin that made it look as if he were flushed. Either way, Brian’s pretty sure he’s already got the reason why Damien was being so touchy on the subject. The idea of love really had a way of turning people into spastic intense idiots, it was somewhat nauseating. Briian’s been undead for a while now and he’s glad that most of his more passionate emotions got left behind along with his mortality. If he ever turned into a mushy pile of overly jealous goo like Damien did, someone else could eat his brain.

The zombie fixes his clothes, straightening the wrinkles Damien had made. Polly sighs and glances over at the demon, “If you like them that much, why don’t you go and join their scavenger hunt. Confess at the end of it and take them to prom. It’s simple and not as flashy as some promposals are but Amira was never one for romantic gestures anyway. No need to get so physical, jerkface.”

Damien growls, “I don’t like them, dumbass.”

“Don’t you?” Brian asks curiously. The scowl on the other boy’s face deepens as a deeper red crawls its way up from his neck and spreads to his ears. Like Brian said, nauseating.

“I told you, they like you. Not me. Get your head on straight, Stiff.”

The zombie grunts once again, pushing Damien aside to leave, “Whatever, lover boy.”

“Fuck you.”

It was at this time Polly chose to interject, “Yes! Just fuck each other already. God.

But you two should totally go after that scavenger hunt though, maybe it’ll strengthen the bond between two monsters. It’s not as exclusive as Amira wants you to think tbh. Half of the coolest ghouls in town know about it. The party is going to down at the crazy Doomsback Mountain, or named hopefully in your case, Brokeback mountain.”

Damien scowls and Brian merely blinks at the saucy wink Polly sends both your way, “If you weren’t already dead, I’d kill you right now. Anyways, let’s go, Stiff.”

“Uh, where?” As if he would go anywhere with that psycho alone. It would be stupid to think that Damien LaVey wouldn’t have at least five knives stuck to his person at all times.

“To Brokeback mountain!” Polly cheers, raising a pale fist high up in the air.

“To Doomsback,” The demon insists, his glaring silences Polly as she sticks her tongue out and phases out of the room. Damien turns back to the other boy and narrows his eyes, “You’re gonna tell Amira how you really feel so they don’t waste their time pining.”

“Wasting one day of my undead life to prove you wrong would be so good,”

A dark chuckle rises from deep within Damien’s chest as he cracks his knuckles menacingly, a glint in his eyes as he replies, “And beating your ass after you apologize to Torch would be pretty fucking sweet too.”

“We’ll see about that.”

[itstommyfuckingshelbysir]

where it all began

*part four*

you just lay in tommys arms for while.

“shit tommy im sorry i shouldnt have said anything” you jumped up awkwardly, “lets just forget about it ok its stupid” you began to walk away , tommy grabbed your arm, he just looked you in the eyes a nodded. 

Curly approached and tommy let go, “curly we will be back to check on the black mare and get that stable ready for that new one” tommy ordered. “new one, theres a new horse coming” you smiled, “if all goes well with this meeting today then yes there will be”, “tommy can i come and check the horse out sorry i shouldnt have asked” you hummed worried you had over stepped your mark, “its a business dealing ye so do as your told and only that right”. “yes sure as you wish” you smiled.

Few hours later you were sitting in tommys car waiting for tommy to round the boys up.

“ali what are you doing in tommys car” micheal looking confused, “dont look so confused my dear michael im coming with” you smiled, “with the boys to the meeting but why these meetings can be dangerous ali”, “oh relax ill be fine it will give us time to catch up” you smiled, “ali im serious” clenching his jaw , “ive no doubt you that you are” we smiled “come on” ....

.before you could finish you saw the boys heading towards the car.

“tommy why is ali coming” michael spat. “for the horse michael thats all” “for the horse sure” arthur said amused with himself, “i heard he is arranging a marriage to one of the lee boys for you” john laughed. “the big bald fella with the four kids arthur joined he as four kids so least you know he can perform” arthur spat. michael looked more worried then you did “tommy there joking right” michael laughed. no not atal its the only way i could get the horse she be well looked after michael dont be worried, tommy said serious. 

michael looking at you. “i always wanted kids you joined do love a bald man”you laughed. “its a joke michael before you have a heart attack” you laughed, “it is a joke tommy”you looked at him , “of course what kind of a man do you think i am” he hummed “you had no problem marrying me off” john smiled was only trying to get rid of you arthur laughed. 

we pulled up to a huge camp site horses and caravans were everywhere , the smell of the countryside sparked something inside you.

“theres your husband ali” john laughed pointing to a bald fat man.

oh yum you laughed.

“enough boys time for business” tommys face changed. 

“ali you stay in the car till your told otherwise ok”? you just nodded.

A small man came towards the car “ah boys” he began you couldnt hear alot you just watched there moves and made up your own story.

they spoke for what felt like forever until tommy turned towards the car a used his finger to signal you to come over.

you didnt know why but you felt nervous but you would be damned if you showed it to anyone.

you stopped beside michael and smiled at tommy.

“whats a women know about horses” the man spat at tommy, “alot more than you would think now lets get on with it” tommy spat back, a beautiful grey horse came around from behind the van, shes a beauty tommy” the man smiled. “ill decide that myself” tommy smiled, ali your up tommy hummed.

“hey girl easy” you hummed, you started at the hoofs and checked every inch of that horse from tail to mane leaving notting unseen, “she is in good condition , teeth look good” , “hoofs need some oil and new shoes there fairly old other than that notting some attention wont fix” you smiled, “michael give me a leg up you ordered “you jumped on the horse ,”easy girl “ you did what you needed, your legs hit the ground.. “nice strong horse” you hummed,”up to you” tommy you smiled , you shook the lee mans hand “its ailson robertson by the way ill be in the car boys”you winked walking away. you heard the boys smirk as you left.

you could still see the boys discussion with the lee family , you could see tommy getting angry and the boys all started to step towards the other boys right in front of you a fight broke out blood and screams came from everywhere,  shit you hid down on the back sit the boys stopped, the main lee brother and tommy came close to each other something was said and the boys came towards the car.

“what the hell was that about jesus” you spat, no one spoke at all.

after a long quiet drive home the boys walked into the shelby home.

“what the fuck happened tommy”?polly looking cross, “just a disagreement is all” “are you trying to start a fucking war tommy eh cause thats whats gonna happen if you keep doing this you know that”polly spat sit down all of you, “GIRLS”polly shouted lets get this idiots cleaned up, you ok michael you smiled , “lovely thanks” he giggled, “its gonna hurt”you said wiping his face, “ugh” he tensed, 

after everyone looked good again, 

“i have to go back to the office”, “ill come too michael ive things to finsh” you sang.

the walk to the office was just like the old days you and michael linked laughing about something that wasnt funny but to you both it was and thats what mattered.

“who knew this is where we would end up” you laughed pushing the door into the office, “hey michael did you know my best friend is a gangster now” you mocked , “the biggest and baddest “he spat back you grabbed his cheeks “ oh darling with this face it wont work your too cute “you laughed walking to your desk, “im hurt” he laughed. 

“im bored michael lets doing something tonight” you smiled sitting on his desk, “what do you have in mind ali?” “anything even just the garrson” you laughed, Just the garrsion im offended thats home he smiled, “well can we” you poked him playfully  “of course anything you want my love” he laughed he began tickling you like the too big kids you are “stop” you sang laughing so hard “stop”.. 

“do you too want piracy” tommy spat his eyes were dark walking into his office, once he closed his door you both started laughing like to bold children.

alison tommy sang out, “here we go” you smiled at michael, “yes sir “you closed the door sitting down, “this is a place of work so no more of that” he spat , “tommy we were only having a laugh ok no one was here”, “not the point” he looked angry clenching his jaw, “ok sorry ill be on my best behavior sir you spat is that all” you looked at him with attitude , “your not kids anymore alison”, “id rather be like a kid instead of a boring old man who doesnt know how to have fun now that will be all im off home ive to get ready for tonight” you spat , “tonight?” “michael and i are going out to have fun i would invite you but i guess fun not your thing” you smiled and walked away.

“hey poll” you smiled, “ill make you tea”she smiled.

“how are you finding life here ali?”, “its different from the country thats for sure but i like the feeling of family here ive never been apart of such a big home before” you smiled, “what was your family like “poll asked smiling , you hesitated “eh we had a small house with alot of stables my father trained racehorses before he found love for the drink and my mother wasnt much better” you smiled “michaels family was more my family”you said.

what was michaels family like his childhood she looked upset,

“his mother was called angie she was such a lovely person always happy , thought him everything and made him the gentleman he is and his father wasnt around much he worked but he was a quiet man when he was around”,you smiled. 

“you know he always talked about you poll we used to guess who you were you”said smiling, “for awhile there we thought you were a superhero” then there was a maid and then we guessed the teacher miss emma but your much better than we could have guessed “you smiled , a tear fell from her eye “god i missed him so much” , “your making up for it now he loves you and all the shelbys” you hugged her. “im so glad he had you ali to look after him you know that” poll said, “im the lucky one poll i wouldnt have made it here if it wasnt for him” you smiled

*the kitchen door opened*

jesus speak of the devil and he shall appear you laughed. lord what have i done michael laughed,” i was just telling storys on you that all” you giggled ,” dont believe her mother shes a liar” he hummed shut up you punching him in the arm, “where did you disappear to” michael asked, “had a agrument with tommy needed time to cool down also i need to get ready for tonight” you smiled.

“that man will never learn” poll laughed “he needs a good women like you to keep him on your feet “she said, oh lord id kill him you spat , “poll what was tommy like before the war ? “you hummed , “he was peaceful , always smilling and softer” , “he is still there just takes time to find him she smiled a good few wiskeys “she laughed” that will do the trick “she smiled. “enough taking you get ready “michael pushed you out the door “you know how long it takes you “he laughed.

*after a while you were ready* 

“ali will you come on the boys are waiting “michael shouted “im coming will yeah calm down “you spat walking down the stairs.

.you wore the most beautiful red dress which looked perfect on your pale skin and hugged you body like a glove and you blonde hair hung in long curls , the red made your bright green eyes shine. 

none of the boys spoke , you could feel tommys eyes watching your every move.

“well are we going “ you smiled, “you now were only going to the garrison right” michael mocked “shut up you never know my future man could be there tonight” you laughed” lets go”. 

you and michael walked ahead of the boys linked and laughing as always, you didnt realise that when you walked into the garrsion the whole pub went quiet,“whats everyone starring at “ you asked michael, “you” he smiled.

*after a few hours*

you, ada and polly where dancing on a table laughing about everything , more drink arthur shouted ,”thank you arthur your a dear” you kissed his cheek, you had felt tommy’s eyes following you all night , you sat down beside tommy crossing your legs so your legs would be on show, you not dance tommy you laughed not drunk enough he hummed, “you look beautiful tonight ali” he whispered in your ear the feeling off tommys breath againt your ear made you jump.

“your not bad yourself mr shelby” you giggled, “can i have this dance” a strange man asked from behind “of course mr shelby if thats ok” he smiled , tommy clenched his jaw and nodded “its up to the lady” , “well no other man will dance so why not “ you smiled,

 as the night went on the room started to spin, “i need to sit down “you moved away from the man he grabbed you arm “cant dance with me all teasing me all night and just leave it” pulled you close , “no thank you i was dancing thats all now get off me” you shoved him back and he came towards you and without thinking you punched him” i said no now fuck off “you spat , you felt arms grab your waist it was tommy “everything ok” you said looking at the man “now get out “he spat 

“you can keep the whore” the man spat back tommys jaw clenched together and you stood infront of him “tommy please just leave it dance with me” you said smiling puttng your head on his chest , 

“your not a whore ali your much more than that “he smiled “your my assistant” he laughed amused with himself did i just see Mr thomas shelby laugh its a miracle you smiled. 

the walk home was werid you linked tommy laughing with him and michael was attached to some other girl.

“goodnight michael enjoy you laughed to yourself wear protection” you shouted, “night beautiful“ he sang back, “you and michael have always been this close” tommy asked pourin himself another drink, “always and i hope we always will be i wouldnt be here without him” you smiled.

im glad you found him tommy., maybe a bit selfish because im glad i got away with him you smiled, it makes poll happy thats all ive ever wanted he smiled, i better go to bed my boss wont like me late tomorrow you laughed , me too he followed you up goodnight tommy you smiled kissing his cheek.

Took you awhile to get into your night clothes the room was spinning to much you fell over laughing and there was a knock on your door.

“come in” you said not able to get off the bed, “you ok i heard a bang” tommy smiled , “im fine just feel over room moving to fast” you laughed , here let me help you into bed he pulled you up the bed, “thank you tommy” you smiled” i dont drink often” you giggled “i see that” he smiled, 

you could see him staring at your scars just under your hips, “stop dont look at them” you covered them feeling embrassed , “how did you get them ali” he looked angry , “there from my childhood” you sang “my wonderful father and his riding whip” you looked away “anytime i would say no” you said. “fuck ali your save now noone will ever touch you again you hear now go to sleep” , he stood up placing a kiss on your forehead “goodnight beautiful” , your snores filled the room.

i love this part so much im not an actual writer but i do my best i would love feedback so please do give me some i hope you all enjoy my storys half as much as i do xx 

[umbrahighpriestofgiratina]

Heroes After All Chapter 1

This fic is rated a hard Teen for death, blood, mild gore, vomiting, and adults doing adult things like drinking, swearing, and having heavily implied offscreen... ahem. This... This is a fic I've been meaning to write for far too long. In developing it there was a lot of blood and sweat and tears before I finally decided to stop making excuses and, as the meme goes, just do it. Because from deep within the bottom of my heart this is a story very personally important to me. This is based heavily on the lore introduced in the eighth Pokemon movie, but said movie is very much not required viewing for this fic, as I'm basically rebuilding everything from the ground up. So enjoy! What I'm looking for feedback on: Characters, worldbuilding, plot, what i'm doing right, what to improve upon in future chapters, that kind of thing What i'm not looking for feedback on: Prose, description, etc. other than typos I can fix easily. Feedback on that end has gotten repetitive and frustrating and don't worry I'm working on it. That said you're free to ignore this if it means you wouldn't review. Feedback is feedback. :V

Heroes After All

Foreword This is one of the greatest love stories our world has ever known. Not a ROMANTIC love story though. One between friends. A human and a Pokemon, destined to meet and do great things. The famous parts have been told many times before with a few... additions but I figured I'd start from the very beginning. Who am I and why am I qualified to tell this story you say? Name's Polly Pteryx and let's say I was involved... Chapter 1: Introductions Somewhere in Johto, around 2005 After Skybreak (around 1000 years before the present) A blue-haired, blue-eyed boy dressed in simple clothes was reaching for a ball stuck in a tree. No dice. He sighed and started climbing up. He was almost there. He could almost feel it in his fingers. Then he slipped. He fell, and something glowed with power in his throat. He let out a yell, and the yell turned into a sonic boom that echoed all around. Then he landed, with a thud, leaving the boy panting in exhaustion on his back. He lay there a while, waiting for one of the village's adults to find him, when he heard a strange noise. He weakly turned his head and saw a yellow Pokemon with small wings and a drill-like tail staring intently at him. "H-Hello?" the boy said softly. The Dunsparce hissed and used its tail to bury itself underground in reply. The boy sighed and slowly started to get to his feet when he noticed a young woman approaching his location. The woman was blonde with green eyes and was wearing strange clothing unfamiliar to the boy, a uniform with what seemed to be a two-part coat and a wide-brimmed hat with a spiky end and decorated with a symbol resembling three claw marks arranged in a triangular fashion. Upon further notice she also carried a staff of some sort in her left hand, both hands being gloved. The boy backed away from her quickly. "Y-you aren't from the village, miss..." The woman blinked, then sighed and put a hand to her forehead. "Kid, look, I'm not here to hurt you. You had a nasty enough fall there." The boy stood and stared at her before tilting his head. "How do you know about the fall?" He yelped as the Dunsparce from earlier slithered up from behind him and up to rest at the woman's feet. "My Dunsparce told me. Don't worry, she's friendly... If a bit odd." The Dunsparce nodded in affirmation to both statements. "She... did?" said the boy. He looked up at the woman in wonder. "You can talk to Pokemon?" ~Yep. Like this.~ The boy jumped, looked at the woman in bewilderment, then looked around wildly. That was her voice, but her mouth hadn't moved at all, where- ~Kid, it's me. I'm talking to you with my head, it's called telepathy.~ The boy looked up at her again, eyes widening. "You.. You..." The woman gave a small smile. "Kid, you aren't the only one out there with 'magic powers'." The boy grinned, and bounced up and down excitedly. "You have powers like I do! And you're big and strong and that means I'm not a freak! Like, I can do the talaplethy thing too!" He closed his eyes and scrunched his face in. ~Se... wh... mea...~ He stopped, opened his eyes, panted profusely, then looked up at the woman with a nervous chuckle and grin. "I-I'm still working on it, miss..." The woman raised an eyebrow. "...I can tell." The Dunsparce gave a "sparce" and a snicker-like hiss before the woman nudged her with her boot. "But wait, you've got better powers than I do," said the boy, "and you've got that really nice outfit..." His eyes lit up. "You're a wizard!" The woman blinked. "I'm a what?" She blinked and sighed with a hand to her head again as what the boy said more fully clicked. "Kid, no no no, not really, I'm an Aura Guardian. A group of people with powers like us. This outfit - the hat, the coat, the boots the staff the cape - that's our uniform. She gestured to her "coat". "...Well on my end, I had to convince them to make the cape an extension of my coat since it suited my fighting style better..." "You fight evildoers?!" said the boy, jumping up and down in excitement. "Wha-" The woman shook her head. "When we need to yes, whenever they threaten the peace of civilians or those on the Auri-" She threw her hands up in the air and groaned. "Kid, I'd already been on patrol duty long enough both time and distance-wise before I found you. I can answer all your little questions later. Right now I've got a question for you - where the hell are your parents?" The boy blinked, then shuffled a bit. "Me and my mom live further in the village. I used to have a dad but..." He shook his head. "You can still see my mom, though! Follow me!" He started running off. The woman headed after, her Dunsparce slithering and fluttering after. ------ A different woman with blue hair and blue eyes like the boy's was tending to her house when she heard a knocking at her door. She opened it to see said boy and the blonde woman standing before her. "Ma'am?" said the latter, clenching her right fist and crossing it over her chest. "Poly Pteryx of the Genesis Mountain Aura Guardians. I'm here about your son's... condition." The boy's mother gave a small gasp but moved to let Polly and her own son in, giving a small yelp as the Dunsparce slithered in after then rushing over to her son and hugging him. "Dear, are you OK?! Did something happen?!" "Yeah Mom, the bullies put my ball in a tree and I fell trying to get it, but then this lady and her Dunsparce came to help!" "Oh, ma'am, I can't thank you enough!" Polly nodded. "You're welcome. But your son's power is still something to be discussed." "...Go on?" "Well, let him have a say first. Kid, what happened when you fell?" The boy thought for a second. "Well... I got scared and something in my chest started moving and I screamed so loud it exploded!" The boy's mother blinked. Polly nodded. "That sounds about what my Dunsparce told me probably happened. She can pick up a lot by scent and vibrations." Her Dunsparce gave a hiss and "Dun!" of gratitude. Polly turned to the boy's mother. "Your boy has one hell of an Auric Scream." His mother blinked. "Auric what?" Polly sighed. "Your son has power over the force known as Aura that flows through every living thing. All Pokemon can tap into it to some extent, but only a rare few humans, like your son..." She rolled up her sleeve to let a pink, scythelike blade of energy extend from a slit in the middle of her glove around her ulna. "...And me." The boy, enraptured, moved a bit closer to the blade. Polly quickly noticed and dissipated it. "Careful, kid, that thing's sharp. I'm on the quadrant with powers closest to a Psychic-type Pokemon, that thing's basically my equivalent of a Psycho Cut." The boy shifted again. "Sorry, ma'am..." He immediately perked up. "Wait, what does that mean I have? Dragon type powers? Steel type powers?" Polly frowned slightly. "Sorry kid, they sadly aren't quite that varied in us humans. Tell you what, if you want to find out, why don't you try making something with your powers like I did?" The boy beamed, and cupped his hands, only to notice all three of his mother, Polly, and Polly's Dunsparce moving back noticeably. "...Why are you all doing that?" "I-It's so we have a good view, sweetie!" said his mother. ~Nice save,~ said Polly to her telepathically. D-Don't get in my head like that! ~You're welcome.~ The boy concentrated, grit his teeth as a ball of blue-green energy formed between his hands and grew larger and larger until- It exploded. The house rattled, the mother flinched and yelped as a pot fell off a table and shattered right next to her. The boy was blown back, knocked to the floor and lay there breathing heavily a while before muttering: "...I'm OK..." "Well," said Polly. "There we have it." She turned to the boy's mother again. "Your son has the most potential with the brand of Aura closest to that of Fighting types I've ever seen in someone his age; that would've been a damn good approximation of a Focus Blast if he'd managed to fully charge it." She looked back to the boy and furrowed her brow. "...The bad news is he also has the least refined powers of anyone on that part of the power spectrum I've ever seen." The boy's mother blinked. "And that means...?" "We can train him." "...What?" "The Aura Guardians seek to hone the potential of everyone with the power of the Wave to live their lives to the fullest. That includes your son." "I..." The boy's mother paused. "I... I'm not sure what to do... After we lost Issac..." "Mom... I... I want to." The boy's mother turned to see him getting to his feet. "If they're gonna accept my powers... Make me stronger... I want them to help me. His mother stared, then nodded and smiled. Polly smiled as well. "Good; we'll get you up to the monastery in a few months." Her brow furrowed again. "Though... Geez, sorry it slipped my mind until now, but what's your name, kid?" The boy smiled softly. "It's Aaron!" ------------ The forest was dim at sunset; the Pidgey and Starly were retreating to their roosts as the Hoothoot and Murkrow were emerging from theirs. Amid it all, however, in a small clearing, one avian Pokemon stayed groundbound and vigilant - A Blaziken with an X-shaped scar on his forehead watching over a small, blue-and-black egg nestled in a shallow burrow. The Blaziken raised his haunches as he sensed something approaching, but relaxed upon his sharp eyes seeing it was a familiar female Lucario and gave a beaky smile. "...Hey honey. It's not your turn yet." "I know, Ginji," said the female Lucario, "I just wanted to check in." "Well, I think it's doing all right... I don't have Flame Body or Magma Armor or anything, but I'm keeping it warm." He stood up and looked at her, rubbing the back of his head. "Though, could you use those Aura powers of yours to check? Mine are only good for ol' punches and kicks and such..." She nodded, her eyes closing and the feelers on the back of her head raising as she focused on the egg. She suddenly opened her eyes and gasped. "It's close! Very close! It could hatch any-" "Hey!" said a third voice, "Sis, you're supposed to be on hunting du-" The source of the voice, a second, male Lucario, entered the clearing and sneered at Ginji. "Why are you with him right now?" She scowled back. "He's my mate. Our egg is about to hatch." The male Lucario rolled his eyes. "Right. Tell that hybrid thing when it hatches it's no more a real part of our pack than his wingless chicken-eagle of a fa-" He was cut off mid sentence by said chicken-eagle standing right in front of him, looming over him and giving his own scowl. "Okay, listen, buddy," said Ginji. "You nepotist canines can literally dogshit on me anytime you want normally, but me and my mate are having an important moment here. So fuck off, unless you want all that Taurosshit about me being a threat to the pack to not be such Taurosshit for you specifically." The second Lucario backed away, stooped with raised haunches, and gave a defiant snarl before dashing off. "G-Ginji..." said the female. "He's going to tell the others about this..." "Eh, they always come up with something, this makes zilch difference," he said. "Let's just focus on-" Suddenly, they heard a loud cracking. The two rushed over just in time for the egg to fall apart and reveal a small, undeveloped and yipping Riolu pup, its eyes closed. "They made it!" said the female Lucario. "We did it!" "Heh, we did! Now let's check on the little fella more closely..." He scooped up the yipping pup in his foretalons and held him up to inspect his hindquarters. "It looks like a male. We might find out otherwise later, but for now he's our little boy." The female Lucario smiled and looked up to Ginji. "Will he have a human name like yours?" "I'm debating it. Might be a good idea, might not be." The Riolu pup snuggled up to Ginji's chest as he gave another beaky smile. "For now, I don't care what the rest of this pack says. This little guy's going places." ***

And there we have it, a story I am very glad to finally get out there. For now updates are gonna be... monthly to bimonthly-ish, alternating with Rude Awakening until that's completed, allowing me to devote to this story completely on the chapterfic front.

...

This feels so hecking good.

[sceawere]

happy birthday | alfie solomons

my girl @yourenotmytype requested shelby!reader thinking alfie had forgotten her birthday when he was really getting the whole family in on it

“Ollie, you seen Alf?”

“Uhh...no, not today”

“He hasn’t been in at all?”

“Meetings, I think”

You sighed, shoving your hands in your pockets and turning about his desk.

“Oh, happy birthday! I nearly forgot”

He scuttled off behind to rifle through the drawers and pulled out a poorly wrapped box.

“Ollie…”

“My niece helped”

You laughed, holding your hands out for the present.

“I truly appreciate it, thank you”

You pulled at the tangled ribbon and pulled the paper back.

“Ollie!”

“It’s not as fancy as it looks”

“No, this is beautiful!”

He squidged his lips to the side, an awkward half-smile.

“I know you lost yours after the-“he cleared his throat “incident…so. New one”

You pulled the knife out of its sheath and turned it over in your hand. The leather was tooled and the handle was lightly carved, your initials stamped into the hilt of the blade.

“I…thank you!”

You dropped it to the table and pulled him into a hug. He whispered another happy birthday into your hair and you smiled.

“Shame my husband couldn’t be here to see it”

“He will be, you know Alfie”

You nodded your head to the side and flared your eyes, reaching for the knife and securing it under your dress.

“Don’t I just. Anyway, I better get back, mum’s got the kids. You coming for dinner at the weekend?”

“Course”

You clapped a hand to his shoulder on your way past.

“Don’t work too hard”

“One of us has to”

-

“It’s only me!”

You draped your coat over the bannister, toeing your shoes off and kicking them under the side table so they wouldn’t trip anyone up. You turned, waiting for the incoming rush of kids but nothing happened. Silence. This house was never silent.

“Mum?”

Your hand went to trace the holster at your thigh, fingers crawling through the fabric to lift it out of the way, poised.

“Mum.”

There was a noise from down the hall, towards the drop down into the kitchen. The door that led to the yard, and from there the alley, was tucked in an alcove through there, and you bristled at the thought. Slow, steady steps, avoiding the floorboard that Alfie kept forgetting to fix so it creaked. Passed the gouge in the wall where Reggie had swung his cricket bat a little too hard in a little too small of a space.

The steps to the kitchen suddenly dropped and curved into the space and you toed your way down, into the darkness. There was a strip of light fading into the room from where the yard door must have been propped open, the subtle glow from the lace covered window at the opposite end. You lifted the blade from its place and gripped it steady.

A click to your side, the first spark of light. You threw yourself around, back into the culvert, expecting the crush of a bullet against the plaster. Nothing. The room lit up fully and you swung your head around.

“Happy Birthday mummy!”

“What the fuckin-“

“Love, please. The kids”

You scrunched your brow, stepping back into the room with mouth open. Alfie and your mum stood in the doorway with the kids scattered around them.

“I nearly slashed the lot of you”

“Hardly, you’re a mile away”

“You underestimate my ability to lob a blade at someone I think is in my house”

“I ain’t in the house, look, my feet are in the yard”

“Daisy tell your dad”

“Daddy, I’m to tell you off”

“Alright, Day. Telling off taken”

She looked back to you, nodding, and you shook your head at them, sighing. You lifted the back of your skirt to tuck the blade away.

“It’s a good job I love the lot of you and that no one else’d have me”

“I’d have you mummy!”

“Thank you, Hiram. Now get over here so I can hug you”

He tottered his way over, jumping up to your waiting arms.

“Uhhhh you’re getting big…are you wearing a tie?”

You untucked it a little from his jumper and he scrunched his chin to his chest to look at it.

“Nana brought it”

“You look smart”

“Unlike his father”

Polly stepped forward, pulling you to meet the kiss she planted on your temple, while Alfie huffed, hands stuffed in pockets as he leaned against the doorframe.

“Happy Birthday sweetheart”

“Thanks, mum”

“The boys are on their way, and Ada’s upstairs getting changed. Trains are a mess today”

“Everyone’s here?”

“Mostly. You came back early”

“Well, I assumed someone-“you turned your head to Alfie, who was fixing the ribbon laced into Daisy’s braid “had forgotten and I was coming home to have a self-pity bath while the house was free”

“If I’d told you what was happening, it wouldn’t be a surprise, would it, love?”

“I hate surprises”

“You love surprises. Eh, Reggie, come remind your mother-“

“You know he wasn’t a surprise! I just…” you peeked a look down to where Hiram was looking at you with big eyes, and whispered “didn’t think it’d work that quick, is all”

“What’d work?”

“Nothing, Hiram. Don’t worry yourself”

You dropped him back to the floor, hovering bent while he got his legs uncurled and steady.

“Right, well. If you’re quite finished”

You lifted yourself and gave your mother’s look straight back to her.

“We’ve decked out the yard, so get yourself out there”

The yard was in fact decked out, everything pushed to the sides with groups of people hovering in the space. The girls had woven crepe streamers all over the place and Hiram had decorated his flower beds with little windmills, painted bright colours, and spinning in the breeze. There were lanterns scattered about, lighting it up with a warm glow.

“Ollie!”

“Sorry, boss. I was sworn to secrecy”

“You’re not invited to dinner anymore”

He sighed and turned to Alfie, who shook his head silently.

“Don’t-no! I say who comes to dinner and who doesn’t”

Alfie shook his head to Ollie again and your mother laughed, handing out drinks.

“Right, now neither of you are invited either”

“I’m not invited to my own dinner?”

“No!”

“Am I invited?”

You turned to the voice behind you, smiling.

“Oh, here we go”

“Be nice”

“Don’t know how to be anything but. Alright, Thomas?”

“Alfie”

“I’d like to remind everyone there are children present and this is a celebration”

“Noted, Polly”

You rolled your eyes and pulled your brothers in for a hug in turn, pulling the women over to the tables.

“How about we leave the lads to it and get sloshed while we have supervision, yeah ladies?”

“Halle-fucking-lujah”

You laughed at Esme reaching out for the bottle of champagne.

“I admire you style. Eh-“you grabbed a bottle of your own, capping it off, and lifting it in a toast “to my bloody birthday”

-

“I’m drunk”

“Yes, you are. Forgiven, with the occasion. Now could you help me out a little here and either roll over so I can pick you up or crawl yourself to the bedroom, please”

You laughed, still face-planting the floor but not moving.

“Where are the kids?”

“Your mum put ‘em to bed 5 hours ago”

“Oh…I didn’t notice”

“You came to tell ‘em goodnight”

“Did I…?”

“3 times. You were a nuisance”

“Oh…I love the kids. Don’t you love our kids? They’re lovely…how did we make such good kids?”

He sighed, dropping down beside you. You held an arm out.

“Dance with me”

“What, lying here?”

“Oh…I forgot-“you laughed and he shook his head.

“No…no, get me up. Come on. We haven’t danced in ages”

“Right, but work with me, missus”

You pushed yourself up to your knees and he helped you the rest of the way, swinging an arm around your waist and twirling you both before you had a chance to fall back over. You squealed a laugh, tucking yourself against him. He tucked his head into yours, slowing the pace until you were both swaying softly in the middle of the landing.

“Did you really think I’d forgot?”

“Yeah…for a bit I did”

He hummed.

“Not like you’d forgotten, just maybe lost track of time”

He didn’t give a reply and you lifted your head.

“Thank you for a lovely birthday”

“You’re welcome”

“What did you buy me?”

“Who says I bought you anything?”

“It’s my birthday!”

“So?”

“Alfie!”

He smirked down to you and spun you round a little again. Your forehead fell to his shoulder, smiling into it.

“’S a car”

You threw your head back and he had to grab at you as you lost balance slightly.

“You bought me a car?!”

“Well, you took mine”

“Oh-years ago!”

“My car”

“Years, Alfie!”

“Got one of your own now, no need for mine”

You rolled your eyes.

“Thank you very much for a lovely present now kindly shut the fuck up”

“I’m coming to dinner on Friday”

“Course you are”

“So is Ollie”

“Yes, ok”

“Right, all sorted then”

“Alfie?”

“Yes, love?”

“Love you”

“Love you too. Happy Birthday”

He dropped his head but before he could kiss you a shout came from down the hall. He sighed, tucking his head back.

“I’m drunk”

He rolled his eyes back to you and you gave a look of mock innocence.

“Can’t see to the kids when i’m drunk, not responsible parenting, is it?”

He grumbled, pulling himself back, making sure you were stable. You lifted your arms and shook your hands to show you were upright and he turned back to walk towards the kids room, mumbling. He threw his hand out as he passed your bedroom door.

“And I want you in bed as well, missus. Not having you passing out in the hallway like a bloody teenager”

You rolled your lips between your teeth, giving him a salute he couldn’t see, and shuffling your way over. He turned the handle and barged his shoulder into the kids’ door.

“Right!”

You heard Daisy break out in laughter and smiled as you rolled your shoulder around the doorway. Her giggles sounded out as you wrestled with your dress and flopped to the bed.

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[another-stupid-aesthetic-blog]

everyday i try and read underdog vs the kruncher and everyday i fail! thoughts under cut!

dyslexie is an easier thing to read than this

not to brag or anything but i THINK candle or the sideswipe fic take the title of “most dark”

backwards hat.... oh i forgot he did that once. isnt forward hat more iconic tho? ok

“get a real job,” you say, pretending like you didnt just steal?

i still kin lee the anvil

underdog is rocky confirmed

doesnt underdog use his chest to block bullets more than he uses his hands and doesnt he use his hands to stop cars more than he uses his chest? ok

doesnt underdog pretend shoeshine and underdog dont know abt eachother??? ok

“SIMON BAR SINISTER............ and cad”

has simon EVER robbed a bank? he just robs randos, doesnt he? ok

all these exclamation points spilling out of their boxes is a mood

underdog sawiem?? underdog saw em??

oh i know its 2012 but i immediately thought underdog was dabbing

he would

eel??? fishie??? what a strange and oddly specific crime, drowning polly in gold?? sand??

i mean talk abt a teamup and here ive been calling udog2018 the most ambitious crossover

has eel actually called him blunderdog? i mean i can actually believe he has this time

so it IS sand but like... youre the electric eel, doesnt sand STOP electricity??

MARV??

oh fishie would never

polly with messy hair is a look, actually

oh but imagine the awful awful texture

im betting 20 bucks, the amount shoeshine had stolen, that this comic has a kiss scene. and here udog is.... refusing a kiss lmao thats my boy!

shoeshines really out here harboring feelings for polly, huh

“nothing much for shoeshining. shit.

udog voice hit or miss, the kruncher never misses, huh!

oh its canon their pajamas now.... honestly what a statement. and a mood he would fghjkl

polly didnt fix her hair before going to work?? i mean power to her but??

“did you have a vacation?” “no, been working for three years” oh honey.....

go to the beach and youd better not be kidnapped by robot men this time, ms purebred

idk polly’s always seemed more of a bikini gal than a one piece one but that might be the nug of nog talking

i dont think sidewalk to beach is how it works.... ok

polly would be “”hotter”” (i feel so straight) if she was wearing her bikini but get aroused, i guess

oh polly is taller than shoeshine we stan

my glasses just got covered in dust from seeing shoeshine and polly interact like this dfghjk

oh i dont like slowburns and my slowburn senses are tingling

this is just making me think abt a reboot beach ep. underdog actually wears a shirt and some pants instead of all his heavy shit

cat no banana face

i cant tell if that says “stud muffin” or “stud mutt” but either way, gross!

“my change...” “what do you mean change?” “im trans!” no but we wish

polly stop being a dick

you wont be fighting crime for MORE than a week, sir!

would getting struck by lightning help him or like, does he also need the laughing gas and coal?

where do his pills even COME FROM in canon??

i shouldnt be laughing at his death but i am. between polly and “holy appearance” im fgfhjhgfhjk

bush??? huh???

just blow up the big stick (i dont remember which monument that is), that means you own the world!

this is mlm criminal erasure. i mean no surprise, mx “no ya0i all yur1 must include polly”

honestly good on polly, punching a bitch

FUCK yeah ninja dog! (i dont know anything abt this oc)

pink coffin.... oh he would

“hey” WHAT A COME BACK!

“oh, really?” iconic

cat no banana face but in bold

FUCK YEAH BUFF POLLY

cat no banana face but in bold italics

oh underdog would never tell anyone but polly his identity. now the villains and paparazzi are gonna come for him, yknow....

talk abt a studio apartment

please dont fuck on screen. please dont fuck AT ALL

ok of stories ive read? its uh, its above the polly spanking fic but drastically below sideswipe and panic attack. i dont like underdog x polly!

[peakyblinders1919]

The Answer Pt. 2

“I mean… can you bloody believe it?”

“Well no, I can’t, considering I have no idea what you even said. Slow down. How much’d you have already?” Maggie inquired as she sat on Elouise’s bed and listened to her best friend ramble on and pace around sorting through her dresses.

“Well, I’ve been home all day, alone, worrying about my position in the company so…” her words were interrupted as if, right on cue, an empty bottle fell from the top shelf of her closet. It crashed towards the floor with a high pitched ring as it shattered in bits and pieces. “Shit,” Elouise muttered under her breath while she watched it all unfold in slow motion. Maggie huffed, getting up from the bed to help. After looking at the glittering glass on the floor, Elouise sprung into action, cleaning up the mess. They were spread on their hands and knees, picking up the bigger pieces and sweeping up the rest in silence. Then their eyes met, Elouise biting her lip as the look on Maggie’s face indicated a lecture coming on.

“You drank a whole bottle today?”

“No, this is from a while ago. I’m fine, really.”

“How long have you been telling yourself that?” Elouise shrugged, not sure how to answer the question. The amount of times in the last couple of days that she told someone else she “was fine” was a terrifying amount. They must not believe her if they kept having to ask.

“Well, how much did you have today?”

She wasn’t going to say at first, knowing Maggie would get mad, but she’d be angrier if she didn’t tell. They didn’t keep secrets. “It’s over there.” Elouise pointed to her bed and finished cleaning up the last bits of glass as Maggie pulled out half a finished bottle from under her pillow.

“Why don’t you talk to someone?”

“I already got this lecture from Pol, I don’t need it from my best friend too.”

“But I’m worried about you.”

“Because I drink sometimes?” she asked agitated.

“Because you drink heavily. Has it ever occurred to you that maybe you have a problem?”

“I work with gangsters Mags, all the business I do is illegal. I’m stressed out, I haven’t been sleeping lately, it’s the only thing that keeps me sane,” she admitted out loud for the first time.

“You’re…you’re not sleeping again? Why didn't you tell me?”

“‘Cause I don’t want to let it define me.”

“Well…I’m sorry.”

“Its fine.”

“No, I really am sorry Lou, I didn’t know.”

“I know. It's fine, and I should have told you. Lets just forget about it. I want to go out and get drunk.” she said.

“Well you’re already half way there.”

“Am not!” Elouise protested with a round of giggles. She turned back to focus on the dresses in her closet she’d already worn a hundred times. She sighed heavily, causing her friend to laugh from the bed.

“Wear the pink one.” Maggie said.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, it looks the best on you.”

“What would I do without you?” Elouise questioned as she pulled the dress from the back of the closet.

“You’d probably be walking around Birmingham looking like clown.” They laughed together, Elouise smiling at Maggie in the mirror, silently thanking her for always being there. If it wasn’t for that time in grade school when Elouise told off some boys who were picking on Maggie and if it wasn’t for Maggie over-looking the fact that already at age 8 Elouise had a reputation for living with the Shelby’s, they would have never become friends. It wasn’t easy being the kid who was ‘adopted’ by the infamous Shelby family. But, if it wasn’t for the Shelby’s, for one thing, Elouise wouldn’t even have a place to call home. And it’s all due to the Shelby’s and their hard work that Elouise was lucky enough to go to the best school in the area, and for meeting Maggie.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Maggie asked Elouise when she caught her staring.

“Nothing, just, you’re my best friend, you know that right?”

“Aw, ‘course I do, but it’s far too early to start getting sappy, put that dress on and let’s go get drunk.”

Elouise smiled as she slipped the blush pink frock on letting it fall loosely around her frame. The hanging beads were twinkling under the street lights as her and Maggie strolled arm in arm towards the Garrison. They stood out like beacons of light in the city’s haze until they were in the golden glow of the pub, blending in with the crowd so effortlessly they were lost.

Elouise pushed through the mob of men who were looking her up and down, not letting their looks deter her from what she really wanted; a drink. She slipped up to the bar, banging on it loudly to get Arthur’s attention. He turned to her with a grin, walking over to her.

“I thought I wasn’t gonna see ya,” he said while leaning over to kiss her lightly on the cheek.

“Oh yeah, and why’s that?”

“Didn’t exactly leave the other day on a good note, eh?” He was shouting to be heard over the buzz that filled the room, accompanied by the buzz in his veins.

“What’d John tell you?” she questioned him with a hand on her hip.

“Nothing, I swear. You aren’t exactly good at being discrete.”

“Right, well, would I ever miss a party?”

Arthur laughed at her flawless change of subject, pouring her a drink when she said she’d have the usual.

“Thank you.” Elouise said enthusiastically as she took it from his hands, taking a refreshing sip. She watched him lean on his arms, his face turning serious.

“Tommy’ll be happy to see ya. I think he was worried about you.”

She pursed her lips as she took another sip. “Speaking of the devil, where is he?” Her eyes wandered the bar and she couldn’t find his lurking figure anywhere.

“Think he’s taking care of something in the back.”

“Good,” she muttered under her breath as she turned from the bar. “Thank’s Arthur.”

“Have fun sweetheart” he shouted out as she pushed her way back into the crowd. It was just how she wanted it to be, to blend in for once, to not be the center of attention. She didn’t want people to worry about her. She swayed to the music as she continued through the crowd to find Maggie again when she was stopped by Tommy. She let out an angry moan as she turned to find him standing there.

“I don’t want to talk to you tonight Tommy.”

“And why’s that Lou?”

“‘Cause I want to have fun.”

“Right, well can you do me a favor?”

“A favor, I thought you didn’t want me working right now?” She mimicked, the other day still fresh in her mind.

“You know that’s not what I meant by any of it.”

She rolled her eyes and took another sip before answering. “What do you need from me?”

“Try talking to Pol again, she won’t talk to me.”

“The list keeps growing.” Elouise said, laughing at her own joke. When she saw Tommy’s unfazed expression she stopped. Slightly tipsy or not, she wasn’t willing to give up any chance she had to prove she was useful and not just a little kid he was caring for anymore. “What do I need to talk to her about?”

“Just try and see what’s going on.”

“Ok.” She said, raising her glass to him as she started walking away. She shimmied through the crowd back towards the bar.

“I knew I’d find you here.” Elouise greeted Polly, who instantly threw her into a hug.

“Oh Elouise, I’m glad you could make it.”

“Wouldn’t miss it.”

“Well I’m so glad you’re here. And I’m sorry for the other day, really. I just care about you is all.” Polly rambled on, sloppily taking Elouise’s face in her hands. “You’re like a daughter to me, you know that, right. And I would do anything for you? Gosh, if only you’re mother could see you. She’d be proud, I’m so proud of you, for everything.”

It took Elouise a moment to respond. She forced back tears she felt stinging at her eyes as she was caught so off guard. She threw her head back and exhaled, trying to regain herself. “I know Pol. And I’m sorry too, for everything.” Polly smiled wide, trowing her into another hug, Elouise forcing her emotions back down when they broke apart.

“So why aren’t you with everyone else?” Elouise stated, noticing Polly’s quiet spot at the end of the bar. She took another glass from the bar and sipped some more as she waited.

“I don’t want to talk to them.”

“Why not?”

“Well I don’t want to talk to Tommy.”

“I see we’re in the same boat then.”

“Wait, why don’t you want to talk to him? What’d he do, I’ll cut him.” Polly said, reaching towards her shoe for her hidden knife. Elouise repressed a laugh as she lunged forward, stopping Polly.

“He didn’t do anything, it’s fine. But why won’t you talk to him?”

After fixing her dress she looked at Elouise hard. “I have nothing to say to him. He’s keeping something from me and I won’t talk to him until I get what I want.” Elouise was about to press further to find out what this mystery thing was that she wanted so badly but a drunk Polly cut her off. “Now what are you doing over here taking to me when that man over there hasn’t stopped looking at you for minutes.” Polly finished as she talked into her ear.

“Where?” Elouise asked, intrigued but not entirely interested as Polly pointed out a man with blonde hair. He smiled at them when he saw them looking. Elouise turned back around and downed her drink fast, immediately reaching for another one. Polly looked at her confused. “What, I need to get lose if I’m gonna get through the night.” Elouise stated as she drank more.

“Don’t you think he’s handsome?”

“I think he’s cute enough…”

“No one’s ever good enough for you Lou, huh?” Polly teased.

“They’re aways good enough for a fuck.” Elouise said, causing Polly to snicker. Alright, I’m gonna go over, I’ll see you at home?”

“Maybe, but don’t wait up. I got my eyes set on someone myself tonight.”

“Who?” Elouise asked giddily, the alcohol starting to kick in. Polly pointed out a guy next to the blonde boy and Elouise nearly burst out laughing.

“Pol, he could be your son!”

“I know,” she said with a mischievous smirk, causing Elouise to finally head towards the blonde man staring her down.

The alcohol simultaneously slowed and sped up time. The bar was a golden blur as were the people. Elouise and James, as she came to find out, shared a dance or two and even more drinks. James followed Lou around like a puppy dog as she tried to find Maggie, shrieking and suffocating Maggie with a huge when she finally found her with a man at a table. The four sat down and chatted, James commenting on Maggie’s blue dress as he placed a hand around Elouise.

“Thank you.” Maggie said politely.

“She made herself that you know.” Elouise shared while looking at up James.

“Really? Well you’re very talented.”

“Mags here is a fashion designer. That’s how we met actually. Some boys were making fun of her clothes at school, ones that she designed, right, and I went up to them and threatened that if they didn’t stop she’d put dresses on all of them. It shut them right up. You remember that Maggie?”

“I do.”

“Yeah, and after that we were friends. And we’re gonna be friends forever. She’s gonna be a famous designer one day ya know. And she’ll have me to thank, right, cause Mags here is gonna do all the designing and I’m gonna run everything else, the real business side of it. And we’re gonna take over the world.”  Elouise rattled on, turning to James when she finished, hoping he’d say something. But he was too busy look down her dress or getting lost in her eyes.

“Oh, yeah, uh, sounds great.” He said as he saw her pleading stare and she sighed, finally realizing he hadn’t listened to a second of the story. It was obvious now more than ever that he didn’t really care about her. All he cared about was how to get her in bed. She sighed heavily, meeting Maggie’s eyes. She understood and in a minute the girls were sliding out of the booth and walking towards the bar again.

“What’s wrong with this one?”

“The same that’s wrong with all the others, he doesn’t see me as anything but a good fuck. He’s definitely not the answer.” Elouise muttered to herself as she got another drank.

“The answer?” Maggie asked with furrowed eyebrows.

“Oh I didn’t tell you?” When Maggie shook her head, Elouise finished her drink, slamming it down on the bar. “Well Tommy said I just had to find the answer to making the dreams stop. Grace was his answer you know.”

“So maybe that’s what you should look for then. A person, a man.”

“Right, but when have I ever found a man. Like an actual good one?”

“He’s still out there Lou, he’s gotta be.” Maggie said, giving her friend an encouraging squeeze on the shoulder as she watched her face fall. “What’re you gonna do with this one then?” Maggie asked, the girls turning back to look at the table where their men were sitting and waved to them. Elouise turned back with a sigh.

“Probably take him home. He’s done a pretty good job putting up with me, and since I’ve put up with his shit I guess we should both get something out of this. Plus, I don’t think Polly’s coming home tonight.” Elouise said, watching her as she danced with the young man from earlier.

“Well who knows, maybe he is the one right? This answer you’re looking for.”

“I doubt it.”

Hope this is as goood as the first part!! Feedback is always appreciated and I swear Michael’s gonna come in the next part!

[pinksweatergettingbetter]

warning, the following has mainly snarky (and possibly furious) opinions on Spirit of Justice. Reader discretion is advised.

alright... here we go. we’re starting the big one. this... thing is almost over.

we’re going back to........ kooraheen to finish this.

time to strap in for the long haul.

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did Dhurke hijack the PP show or was he just watching it and he decided to make that speech at his TV

i honestly can’t tell because of the weird way the scene was set. it looks like a reflection from a TV screen, but it also fades like a broadcast being intercepted...

fuck I'm just distracted by Dhurke’s stupid voice. and uncomfortable at the actress playing Rayfa. imagine being the princess and having your favourite show turn you into a weird damsel in distress being manhandled by ninjas. gross.

also yay! they’ve got the indiana jones orb!! time to melt off some faces...

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ok it was a hijacked show... ...why is there a news report on this in America? Are American troupes assisting in the Kooraheenese war?

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“Daaaa-aaaad. What’re you up to thiiiiis time???”

i love how not-giving-a-shit-about-it apollo is here. and by love it i mean hate it.

oh, your long-lost adoptive father just happens to pop up on television starting a revolution, and this is the first time you’ve heard from him in like 20 years? huh, no big deal.

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AND ACE ATTORNEY TURNS INTO THE JERRY SPRINGER SHOW

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oh noooo... he’s one of THESE guys... ururughhhhghghgh

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“Wait... don’t tell me you haven’t told anyone about me, son?”

“I’m sorry, dad, it’s just you didn’t exist up until now...”

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“you just show up here without warning after all this time... what gives?”

apollo’s got a point there, pa. also Dhurke’s theme reminds me of Coach Oleander’s from Psychonauts

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Apollo just instinctively knows that nobody wants to be around him unless they’re getting labour out of him. That’s... honestly really depressing. I mean I know it’s supposed to be a joke but I just can’t bring myself to laugh.

its just... apollo is legitimately so bitter and sad that i just feel awful for him. 

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yeesh... this whole thing just started off super sour.

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wait, the piano has sentimental value to phoenix? they mentioned he never practiced on it and he didn’t like being a piano player... does that mean this piano is something phoenix just happened to own, and has its own backstory? I WANNA KNOW

(snerk)

ok thats mean but it did make me laugh

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the JACKET IS APOLLO’S

IT IS APOLLO’S

HOLY SHIT

the rest of this case can be total shit but at least we figured out the mystery of the discarded red jacket. 

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“our houseplant was called apollo”

“was it a cactus?”

“How’d you guess?”

“cause apollo doesn’t get enough hugs, either!”

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apollos dad is so cool he reads his son’s personal shit out loud. what a great guy!

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“That’s too bad! You seem like you’d be a fun, cool guy to hang out with!”

when he wasn’t being a rebel and not having time for his kids, obviously.

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THERE IT IS! 

siblings dont know theyre siblings joke is funny both normally and ironically because the writers need to FUCKIN GET ON THAT

also i love that he’s basically like “hey son, this girl doesn't resent me! you should marry her so that i can continue to get favours out of you!”

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“What did Mr. Dhurke mean when he said he was the man who raised you, apollo?” i dunno, trucy... think with your mind brains...

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“How come you never told me?!”

“Sorry, it’s just, capcom hadn’t butchered my backstory at that point yet.”

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I honestly find it really weird that Trucy’s all chirpy about this. She of all people should know the sting of a dad just up and disappearing on you.

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Dhurke: I have to steal this orb. I’m asking you two because youre lawyers.

Kay Faraday, sitting in the Capcom warehouse: (sneezes)

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Dhurke: I made a stupid gamble. Hope you can bail me out, son I haven’t seen in 20 years!

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nooo.... don’t bring Kurain Village into this, pleeeeaaase... I don’t want to have my favourite village ruined for meeeeee....

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:3c i chose nope

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i wonder what Trucy would do if Zak waltzed in and immediately asked her for a favour. tbf phoenix would probably launch him into the sun before he could set foot into the office but...

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Ok... So Dhurke doesn’t actually want to fix the legal system; he just said that he wants to gain immense spiritual power which will somehow give him the legal authority to RULE Kooraheen. 

how does spiritual power have any effect on land deeds anyway? 

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“Only the rulers of Kooraheen have ever laid eyes on the orb, Apollo”

and Ahlbi’s seen the box.

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“I figured you were poor as fuck so I brought you a plate of sushi!”

ok either A) He thought so little of Apollo that he assumed he’d just be starving on the street

or B) He’s been keeping tabs on Apollo and knows that the WAA doesn’t make a lot of cash, yet he hasn’t made any attempt to contact Apollo himself. Until he needs a favour.

what a.... great guy.

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what the FUCK

“here, as my second present... a PICTURE OF YOUR REAL DAD, THE ONE WHO CARED ABOUT YOU AND IS DEAD. HOORAY!”

i can tell theyre trying to do the ‘Hagrid gives Harry a photo album of his family for comfort” but its REALLY NOT THE SAME CIRCUMSTANCES.

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His name was... JJ.

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~as you know~

also why would a musician perform with magicians? 

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y’know, ive seen pictures of Jove Justice so far. and A) he looks like a tool, and B) the designers were lazy as fuck and just slapped Apollo’s hair onto Phoenix’s face. I had a pretty negative opinion of him initially. I was thinking I wouldn’t like any of Apollo’s new dads.

But you know what? If they go deeper into Jove’s backstory and prove that he was a caring father, I’m ready to completely drop any criticisms of him and carry this guy on my shoulders

cause compared to Dhurke ill bet he's a freakin angel 

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...welp... back to Kurain village. At least it’ll remind me of bygone days...

...heh, aw. it’s cute. i like the sparrows on the roof.

ooh! an updated theme, too! not quite as nice as the original but it is nice.

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he was full of piss and vinegar

jesus

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yeah, kids run around naked. its not super surprising.

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“man, I miss that hut...”

apollo youre gonna make me cry;;

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Ema: :) i’ll show you the way to Dr. Buff. SURPRISE, HES DEAD! AHAHAHAHHAHA

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NOOO

MY SYSTEM FUCKED UP AND STARTED ME OVER FROM THE BEGINNING OF THE CHAPTER AAARGRRJHRFJ

id gone on a short break and i come back to this (weep)

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...

does Dhurke have boobs..?

...or just extremely prominent pecs...

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phew ok back on track. 

wait hold on. if Dr. Buff is in Kurain village, where is he staying exactly? All the houses in Kurain village are old-style Japanese; this appears to be a modern day number.

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“please tell me youre joking”

“as if i’d come out here for a few laughs, Apollo”

yeah but youre not above leading him to the dr’s study and THEN telling him he’s dead WTF

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ahah. further proof that stepladders are superior.

i mean i know he didnt actually fall off that ladder by accident or whatever but still

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“you could say he died an honourable death...”

...crushed under his nerd books like a fuckin cartoon :T

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YEAH

POPS

POHLFUCKYA

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“I’m so sorry... It seems you’ve had quite a life.”

Why else would she say that except that some poor dialogue translator is secretly begging the series to stop fucking up his backstory

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“I mean, middle-aged man with long hair and an eye-patch? You don’t see that everyday.”

just give Valant an eyepatch

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hang on. why does an archeologist in America have Kooraheen’s founding orb anyway? I thought it burnt peoples’ faces off. And was super precious. Queen Garananana doesn't seem like someone who’d just hand out a precious ball like that.

-

oh huh they found an ugly dalek. thats two dalek references in this game now...

-

did i just... have a ladder conversation about a relic that looks like an airplane.

-

why does everyone keep making blithe jokes about the doctors horrible death..? does that usually happen or am i misremembering 

-

WHAT THE STATUE OF AMI AND THE URN AND THE GRAVY SCROLL ARE THERE NOOOOOO YOU GET YOUR SLIMY HANDS OFF THEM SOJ, PUT THEM BACK IN T&T WHERE THEY BELONG

god there’s even a coffee shelf. i guess this side of the room is the “Relics of a better game” section.

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polly the clean freak. what a sweetheart :)

-

aw yeah baby

its printing time

-

oh yeah i forgot this version of printing SUCKS

but i do like the little pap sound it makes when you put down powder

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...they have Datz and Dhurkes prints on file.

You guys sure rock at being undercover. 

-

ill give them credit for having the Dance of Devotion not rhyme in English.

seeing lyrics again just gives me flashbacks to Serenade tho

Guitar, Guitar... Up together to the sky...

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MAY-OR DE-WEY

MAY-OR DE-We

wait that has the same number of syllables if you just say the pun

 PAUL-A TI-SHON

PAUL-A TI-SHON

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...why the fuck is he in a palanquin 

anybody in a palanquin is bad news ALSO WHY DOES IT SAY RECLAIM THE GLORY OF KURAIN 

KURAIN DOES NOT HAVE POLTIICIANS. ESPECIALLY NOT MALE ONES.

SOJ. SOJ WHAT IS THIS FUCKERY.

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oh yeah he’s a bad guy

-

...king of this fine nation. First of all... America doesn’t have kings. Second of all, Kurain isn’t a country, it’s a small village. Either he’s a moron or SOJ is fucking up at unprecedented speeds 

-

...did his theme song just ‘wheeee’

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“Jerk Q. Public”

pffft

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i wish you were golden boy. then you'd be morally questionable but entertaining. 

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I'm very uncomfortable 

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k so we’re back in Kurain and so far we’ve seen Zero women in total apart from Ema.

even the unnamed heckler was an old man.

is this the same Kurain Village I know?

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wh- talk??

what do you mean talk???

i dont wanna talk to this guy he's a dickcheese!!!

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Trucy’s 17 and she hasn’t studied politics at least a little yet? ...weird

-

“Its real name is the Crystal of Ami Fey”

wait what

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“It’s been passed down for generations in the Atishon family”

WAIT WHAT

is he dicking around or is he distantly related to maya

or is he just totally dicking around

if so how dare he use Ami’s name in vain.

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where is Datz from anyway

-

paul i dont mean to dash your hopes but becoming grand high emperor of kurain village will in fact not make you king of the world

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datz sure is a good rebel... getting caught... and put in jail...........

damnit, Vore Machine, what am i gonna do with you?

-

well Apollo, from demon to deer. thats not bad.

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dog-faced cop..??

if youre very sneakily referencing our old pal Gumshoe youve got another thing coming, Vore Machine. In the form of my fist.

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“A shut-in? Sounds like it will be a challenge just to get a conversation going.”

yeah.... not like youve.... ever dealt with someone like that....... before....... hehe.... heh..............

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how long has Datz been in jail if he already knows the cafeteria itinerary 

-

um guys; maybe you should be a tiny bit more concerned about Athena??

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i just realized the Shichishito is gold. It’s green, you idiots. Or is that one too bent and bloody for display??

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thats it folks thats spirit of justice 

apollo has become a living title drop

hes fuckin dead

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what kind of bullets were those

-

yeah apollo, a fledgeling is equivalent to a private.

...also youre not a fledgeling youre near full experience capacity. this is your third... (and last...) year.

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so Dhurke is in full stealth mode until it comes to a remotely operated drone that could have literally anybody on the other side? brilliant, pal. 

this is why your revolution’s taken like 23 years to get off the ground, jsyk.

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...k komandir?

i thought you were supposed to be a parody of The Soldier. what are you doing calling people by Russian military names? did the red scare not happen in this reality?

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pfft 

it’s so cute. 

im struggling between finding it adorable and being uncomfortable 

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“in other words, something caused him to withdraw from the world...”

maybe his mom’s death??? maybe?????

does anyone in this game understand how a bad thing make a peoples’ brain go???

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pretty impressive that a woman’s body could provide sufficient cushioning to soften such a drop.

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lol. death attributed to random maniac. thanks soj.

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“Private Justice! You’ve suffered a loss just like mine!”

“I have... and thats how I know how you feel.”

yes, i can remember exactly happened when i was a one-year old in diapers. exactly the same kind of pain and trauma.

look i know theyre trying to have a moment but there’s a huge difference between growing up orphaned and being recently bereaved. Sure, Apollo’s seen his fair share of hardship and his experiences aren’t to be devalued, but it’s not the same kind of pain as having your parents die later in your life, especially with the mom’s horrific demise.

Honestly, it’d make more sense if he brought up Clay, since Clay was with him since he was very small and his death was sudden and deeply unfair.

BUT CLAY’S IN THE PAST, CLAY DOESN’T EXIST, WHO’S CLAY?? I DONT KNOW BACK TO SPIRIT OF JUSTICE

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YEAH

POHLFUCKYA DURKE

dhurke the burk  amiright attorneys 

-

“the opaque crystal orb is the key”

>needless adjective

>will come into play later in court

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um so nobody’s gonna mention the blonde lady on his desktop background or........

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i like sarge. i hope they dont turn sour when theyre revealed.

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nice boot

ooh phosphorescence! neato!

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pearl: hello I'm here to do something ive never done before to provide clues for this case. i hope i’ve been useful! thank you, and goodnight.

...as contrived as this is, i am glad to see someone who actually comes from kurain village.

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wow, the gangs all here huh

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so they renamed Eagle Mountain “”””mt. mitama”””” eh

nice...............

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“you are at that age, after all...”

says apollo who's like 24

also why is she talking about all the women leaving the village? i thought it was the men. is this why i haven't seen any ladies? they all just shipped off downtown?? and of course there’s no mention of the creepy oppressive atmosphere and strictness of the village...

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nice alliteration apollo

-

rain spirit at a bus stop and you hacks didnt make a Totoro joke?? lame

-

“Dj’you bring a light?”

“Ņ̮͔̜̬͖̝ͫͦ̄̒̀̾̆̓̀ͤͨ͋̓̈̑̂͗́ͤo̸̵͈͎̤͇̤̙̯͔̙͖̞̳̙̠̹̞̲̭ͣ́ͫ͌ͦ̒́͞ͅ?ͯͩͨ̾̅̈ͮ̉̀̌͛̆͑̚҉̧͓̠͎̠͎̀̀”

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how can you not recognize a foreign voice you idiot

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“He tried to fucking kill us but he also gave us this flashlight. To um... see our slow death by starvation better I guess?”

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“We couldn’t get back to where we started if we wanted to”

if you wanted to??? thats exactly what you want!!!

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Klavier: Hello! This is flashback Klavier here to say: Don’t you miss me? Haha. I miss existing too. Oh well! See you next time~ ...i if there is one.

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DEAD

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aw, lucky you! you lucked into falling to your death directly to where you wanted to go!

-

“Yes! Time to find that orb! When we have it, we can....rot here for eternity.”

...ok i know the doc found a way out but still

-

wHAT THE FUCK

THAT HOLE IS LIKE 40 FEET UP

...oh well, if phoenix can survive it, so can they..?

-

i love that there are various sea-related items scattered around that give an obvious way out but only yield “durr??? a sea thing??? how this get here??????????” when inspected 

-

whats with dhurkes’ magic eyes

-

mmmmmmmm a slide puzzle great

“maybe the ppictures correspond to the song”

NO

REALLY??

what is with this game and not outright stating the obvious? its not like it spoils the player or anything; it just makes the WAA look like idiots

-

fuck this I'm gonna finish this stupid puzzle without this game’s help or die trying 

-

...ah. my personal need for pattern and order blinded me to the truth

oh well; it’s open now. i’m gonna smash Eshiro’s stupid smirking face with it.

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“opening that box means you're the best lawyer ever! enjoy leaving the series forever!!!”

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“A royal stole that orb”

stole it... as opposed to just taking it and doing whatever they want with it because it’s theirs and there’s absolutely no reason to have to “steal” it. 

unless they wanted to frame the rebels i guess but like. theyre rebels. theyre already pretty hated

-

“it would be seen as utter sacrilege to let a foreign man study this artifact”

oh also it would debunk that whole “explodes your face if you look at it” thing

-

...here we go...

-

“he used to be a nice kid, but now...”

he’s an enourmous shitstain?

“he tried to convict trucy for a crime she didnt even commit...”

ok, apollo. there are a zillion valid reasons to hate sadmad, and yes, his reasoning in that trial was shit. but just being a prosecutor and doing what a prosecutor is meant to do doesn’t make him evil. he isn’t about to just roll over because the defendant’s your sis–– er, best friend.

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he... could be playing the long game, and interfering could fuck up his plan, Dhurke. Also how was he a rebel and then somehow managed to get into good graces with the royals? It’s already been proven that Dhurke’s Dummy Dragon Gang suck at being stealthy or having any sense of self-preservation. I doubt they just wouldn’t recognize Sadmad

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“it’s not conviction that fills his heart; it’s resignation and despair”

are you telling me Sadmad is the equivalent of a guy in a dead end office job taking it out on his coworkers

-

“The only thing I know for sure is... Nahyuta is suffering, and he is suffering in silence”

edgeworth: been there, done that!

blackquill: BEEN THERE, DONE THAT

-

ya sure put a lot of stock in Sadmad, Dhurke. i mean i guess he’s your son but seriously; if you're a proper rebel you’d cut your losses and get on with shit already with or without him

-

...y’know, this speech about lawyers being like dragons kind of doesn’t have the same emotion impact and gravitas that the non-dragon one in T&T did.

-

oh how... charming...

*America’s* badge is shaped like a sunflower... and Kooraheen’s is shaped like a buggy eye.

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YARGH

dont DO that

your voice is BAD

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“he’s my son! therefor he has to believe in the same thing as me! nothing, not even torture could have changed him!”

cue Gredgeworth’s awkward cough from the afterlife.

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“You know, I remember when Nahyuta and I were kids, he used to say with great pride ‘I have the blood of a dragon in me!’”

cue tiny apollo feeling left out and alone because he doesn’t know what kind of blood is in him 

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>reform court system

>rescue son

well... i guess there could be worse reasons to start a revolution.

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“I mean, what are fathers for?!”

( ‘I... I wouldn’t know...’) 

WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT, GAME

ARE YOU TRYING TO BREAK MY HEART

YOU CAN’T GIVE APOLLO ALL THESE EMOTIONS WHEN YOU’RE ALSO SHAFTING HIS ASS AT THE SAME TIME

SHAME ON YOU

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HE HAS A BROKEN ARM

HOWS HE GONNA SWIM

-

oh its high tide yay

oh it’s... really high tide

wow.

-

well this is fun. i daresay id really like this sequence... if it wasn’t in this game.

-

“oh no... the water might carry me up to the way out of here... how awful.”

lol can you imagine if this was timed tho

-

oh hey it’s the DD panic panic song. i liked that one. it deserves its spot in the suspense music roster.

-

y’know at this point i kinda hope he really just dies

wouldn’t that be a kicker

not that i hate apollo or anything but I'm just............... so tired

-

apollo’s pretty calm for a drowning person

i’ve nearly suffocated before and the only thing going through my head was AIR AIR AIR GET AIR GET AIR GET AIR AIR AIR

-

baby apollo: waahhhh!!! we’re both perfectly dry!!! the artist didn’t bother to make us look wet in the flashback!

-

A) Little Apollo doesn’t even call Dhurke “Daddy” or “Papa” despite being raised by him since infant hood, possibly meaning Dhurke gave him the ‘You’re adopted” speech pretty early. Or else kids that “aren’t really my son” have to go by name basis. See? Nahyuta calls him father. 

B) Haha! Boys don’t cry, not-son! Suck those sissy tears back up into your skull, or you’ll look gay! It doesn’t matter that you’re like five and you almost drowned to death! Don’t embarrass me!

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“Don’t ever hesitate to call when you need me”

oh but apollo your ass gets shipped back to america tomorrow ok

-

no seriously. on one hand; why did apollo get sent away? why couldn’t he be a rebel alongside nahyuta and fight for his family? on the other hand, why didn’t dhurke send nahyuta with him? if apollo’s going away because it’s dangerous, why is nahyuta staying with dhurke in the path of danger?

to be honest I'm ashamed that I'm crying, but it’s less about this scene being sad as fuck and more about the fact that I know that none of this is ever really resolved. Dhurke is still a piece of shit who made no attempt to contact apollo for years until he needed a favour out of him. and Apollo has to live with this stupid backstory because ESHIRO thought it would be dramatic and cool. Apollo’s going to “go home”, leave the series... He doesn’t even know he’s leaving his last scrap of real family who gives a shit about him behind in America.

Apollo doesn’t deserve this. 

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Dhurke, with superman theme playing in the background: Redeeming my character! By saving your life! Redeeming my character! By saving your life! Though only a heartless, shithead person, would leave you behind to die! So this isn’t great.

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...is he holding him in his broken arm

wait is that arm even broken

has he just been holding it like it’s in a sling for no reason this whole time

-

“Still can’t swim, eh?”

oh fuck off 

-

“Good thing your name’s not Neptune, hahahaha!”

A) OH FUCK OFF

B) NEPTUNE IS A SEA GOD, HE’D ACTUALLY BE RESISTANT TO WATER

-

WHOA FUCK HOLY SHIT

vore machine came out of nowhere and oh

also he is also laughing at a guy who almost drowned

well aren’t these two just the greatest men on earth huh

Trucy: :) lets make this drowning thing seem like no big deal by playing it off and not even asking if you're okay at all :))))

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great... now he owes his life to him.... that completely cancels out every other piece of baggage.....

remember........ when edgeworth owed his life to phoenix......... remember how he was 100% okay after that and not fucked up at all................ remember how he just popped back into the series without any changes whatsoever apart from being phoenix’s friend again........................................

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“GLAD TO SEE YOURE NOT CRYING SON; IM GLAD YOU GREW UP INTO THE EMOTIONALLY STUNTED MAN I ALWAYS WANTED, EVEN WITHOUT MY STELLAR PARENTAL GUIDANCE! THAT LONELY ORPHANAGE MUST HAVE TOUGHENED YOU UP GOOD! HAH-HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!”

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y’know in the interim i was thinking 

Rebel Apollo would be great. he’d probably be an enormous goofus but at least he’d be happy and maybe Dhurke’s shitty plan would get off the ground because an actual smart person would be part of the team.

-

listen to that fuckin “we solved the case” music.

(sigh)

at least apollo is eating.

Turnabout Revolution... End

heh i wish

-

“Sure wish Nahyuta was here”

I don’t.

-

you fucking morons. you colossal fucking asshats. i knew this was coming

Dhurke: DURR LETS TALK ABOUT THIS EXTREMELY IMPORTANT ITEM IN A PLACE WHERE WE KNOW THE GUY WHO WANTS THIS EXTREMELY IMPORTANT ITEM IS! WHATS A STEALTH????

This is why the revolution has taken 20 FCKIN YEARS to take off. Because Dhurke and his band of nincompoops are all incompetent fuckwits.

-

huh i can see where Nahyuta gets his magic clap from.

also say it you loser say bitch

say bitch

say bitch

say bitch

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A) If the “crystal” is a fake thing, his police report probably wouldn’t check out cause I'm P sure that people can’t just file police reports for anything without proof of previously owning it.

B) Dhurke. You’re a rebel. Shoot someone. Throw a smoke bomb. Gently jog away? Idk if that works in America but it sure as hell works in Kooraheen.

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no. don’t do it. don’t you fucking do––

oh, i just saw a ghost.

The ghost of the potential any sequels past AJ had. It blinked at me sorrowfully before CAPCOM busted it and crammed it into the Containment Unit.

-

(sigh) Ok (most likely) fake shit aside, that would make Atishon related to Maya, and the “heirloom” would more probably be Maya’s. Why is this excuse present at all anyway it’s stupid.

-

Apollo it shouldn’t fuckin matter; it’s a court case. Just prove the orb isn’t the Crystal of Ami Fey and you win the case. You know that Phoenix doesn’t cheat and you’re pretty certain that the crystal really is the Founder’s Orb, so you shouldn’t be upset about anything. This isn’t a murder trial, it’s a dispute over ownership of an item. You know you’re in the right, so you ought to be able to win the trial. There’s literally no stakes apart from the fact that you’re facing your boss... but so what? That can happen... I assume, I’m not versed in that sort of thing. But either way, lawyers sometimes have to face off against each other... it happens. You had to face Nahyuta. Now you face Phoenix. Unless you think Phoenix will cheat, or that you don’t have sufficient info on the orb, then there’s legitimately no fucking problem. I mean yeah, sucks to go to court, but who gives a fuck? Win the trial and skip back to Kooraheen to overthrow the oppressive regime.

-

I don’t 

what is the fucking problem

one of you gets payed, you both work at the same place

it doesn’t matter

-

APOLLO. You KNOW his methods. You know that he wins because his clients are innocent, and would graciously hand over victory if it was clear you were in the right; YOU HAVE TO KNOW THIS. YOU’RE HIS BIGGEST FAN, REMEMBER??

Unless you think he’d fucking cheat for a skeezy politician for money in which case, nice. Gotta love that trust and belief that DD was building up there.

“Can I do it? Can I fight him?” YES ITS NOT EVEN A MURDER TRIAL

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“May the best attorney win” 

well so much for finding the truth or whatever. Also Phoenix should be proud that Apollo is willing to go up against him; it shows he’s coming into his own. There’s literally no reason for them to be on shit terms right now.

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“A fine mess I’ve gotten you into, son.”

Hey shithead that wasn’t an apology. Also yeah, go on and on about how good a lawyer Phoenix is just to scare Apollo. Brilliant.

-

“The first step of your revolution, huh?”

The first step. 20 years and he’s only just taking the first step. Not the first step to the end of the revolution; the first step to the revolution itself.

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Welp, we’re off to fight over the possession of an oversized marble in court. Seeya next time i guess...

[wolfiees-world]

Being as honest as I can

1: what is the real reason you are confused right now? Not sure where my life is going.

2:Do you ever get “good morning” texts from anyone? Not normaly

3:If your significant other smoked pot, would you care? Nope

4:Do you find it easy to trust others? No it takes a fair bit of for me to trust anyond

5:What were you doing at 11PM last night? Sleeping

6:You’re drunk and lost walking down the road; who is with you? Katelyn

7:What would you do if you found out you had been cheated on? Talk to them about it and probably get mad

8:Are you close with your dad? Fuck no

9:I bet you kissed someone last night, right? Nope

10:What are you listening to? My playlist called Depressing crap

11:You can only drink ONE liquid for the rest of your life - what is it? Milk

12:Do you like hickeys? Yes

13:What time do you go to bed? When i pass out

14:Is there someone who continuously lets you down? To an extent

15:Can you text as quickly with one hand as you do both? Nope

16:Do you always answer your texts? Yes

17:Do you hate the person you fell the hardest for? No i still have feelings for him I just havent told him

18:When was the last time you talked to one of your best friends? Today

19:Is there someone that makes you happy every time you see them? YES HE DOES

20:What was your last thought before you went to bed last night? I hope he's ok

21:Is anyone else in the room with you? My cat

22:Do you believe what goes around comes around? Yes

23:Were you happier four months ago than you are now? A little was better a mounth ago

24:Is there someone you wish you could fix things with? No

25:In the past week, have you cried? Yes

26:What colour is the shirt you are wearing? Black

27:Do people ever call you by your last name? Not my true last name no

28:Is anyone ignoring you right now? Feels like one person is

29:Do you have a best friend? Yes

30:Would it be hard seeing someone else kiss the last person you kissed? Yes!!

31:Who was your last call/text message from? My mum

32:Are you mad at anyone? No

33:Have you ever kissed someone older than you? Haha Yes!!

34:How old will the last person you kissed be on his/her next birthday? 27?

35:How many more days until your birthday? 249

36:Do you have any summer plans yet? Nope

37:Do you have any good friends of the opposite sex? Yes

38:Are you keeping anything from your best friend(s) now? Nope

39:Do you have a secret that you’ve never told anyone? Yes

40:Have you ever regretted kissing someone? Yes

41:Do you think age matters in relationships? No

42:Are you available? Its complicated

43:How many people have you had real, strong feelings for since high school ended? 2

44:If you had to get a piercing (not ears), what would you get? Nose

45:Do you believe exes can be friends? Yes

46:Do you regret anything? Yes

47:Honestly, what’s on your mind right now? That I'm glad we are friends and i hope ot can become more

48:Did you ever lose a best friend? Yes

49:Was your last kiss a mistake? No!!!!

50:Why aren’t you pursuing the person you like? Becauses they need space

51:Has the last person you kissed ever seen you cry? No!

52:Do you still talk with the person you LAST kissed? Yes!!

53:What was the last thing you ate? Chocolate

54:Did you get any compliments today? Nope

55:Where are you going on your next vacation? Canbra

56:Do you own anything from other countries? Yes

57:Are most of your friend guys or girls? Mixed

58:Where have you lived most of your life? Australia

59:When was the last time you took a long drive? My last payday

60:Have you ever played Spin the Bottle? No

61:Have you ever TPd someone’s house? Yes

62:Who do you text the most? A mate

63:What was the last movie you saw? My little pony freindship battle

64:What’s preventing your current boyfriend/girlfriend from going back to their ex? I'm single

65:How many boyfriends/girlfriends did you have in 2011? 2

66:Is the last person you kissed younger than you? Nope

67:Do you curse around your parents? Yes

68:Are you happy with where you live? Nope

69:Are you a monogamous person or do you believe in open-ended relationships? Depends on the people involved

71:Have you ever been dumped? YEP!!

72:What do you most like about making out? Being close to someone

73:Have you ever casually made out with someone who you weren’t seriously involved with? Nope

74:When you kiss someone for the first time, is it usually you who initiates it or the other? Nope

75:What part of a person’s body do you find most attractive? I don't i fond a persons personality attractive

76:Who was the last person you talked to last night before you went to bed? Ahhhhh

77:Had sex with someone you knew less than an hour? Nope

78:Had sex with someone you didn’t know their name? Nope

79:What makes your heart flutter and brings a big cheesy smile to your face? You calling me puppy or calling me a good boy

80:Would you get involved with someone if they had a child already? Yes

81:Has someone who had a crush on you ever confessed to you? Yes

82:Do you tell a lot of people when you have a crush? Nope

83:Do you miss your last sweetie? Yes

84:Last time you slow danced with someone? Never

85:Have you ever ‘dated’ someone you’ve never met? Once

86:How can I win your heart? Be kind and funny and have similar interest

87:What is your astrological sign? Cancer

88:What were you doing last night at 12 AM? Sleeping

89:Do you cook? Yes

90:Have you ever gotten back in touch with an old flame after a time of more than 3 months of no communication? Yes

91:If you’re single right now, do you wish you were in a relationship? Yes

93:What physical traits do you look for in a potential interest? I don't

94:Name four things that you wish you had! A job, my child, my own place, him

95:Are you a player? Nope

96:Have you ever kissed 2 people in one day? Yes

97:Are you a tease? Can be

98:Ever meet anyone you met on Tumblr? Nope

99:Have you ever been deeply in love with someone? I'm not sure

100:Anybody on Tumblr that you’d go on a date with? YES!!

102:Are you too shy to ask someone out? YES

103:The first thing you notice about the opposite sex? Eyes

104:Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you babe? Yeah but prefer other pet names

105:If a sexy person was pursuing you, but you knew he/she was in relationship, would you go for it? If they where in a polly or open relationship and the other person knew

106:Do you flirt a lot? Yes with the right person

107:Your last kiss? Not saying

108:Have you kissed more than 5 people since the start of 2019? Nope only 2

109:Have you kissed anyone in the past month? Yes

110:If you could kiss anyone who would it be? Him

111:Do you know who you’ll kiss next? No but I hope its one person.

112:Does someone like you currently? I think so

113:Do you currently have feelings for anyone? YES!!!!!!!!!

114:Do you like to be in serious relationships or just flings? Seriouse but im ok with it being casual

115:Ever made out with just a friend? Yep

116:Are you happier single or in a relationship? Relationship

[sceawere]

what could have been | john shelby

anon requested john’s kids finding and playing with one of his guns and how you deal with the aftermath

You lay beside the kids, fixing the covers around them and flattening their hair as you watched them sleep. Your heart was still beating heavy. It had slowed to normal, but every thud against your ribcage echoed through your chest and stole half your breath. The shadow of the adrenaline still snuck into the root of your nerves, rolling over your skin leaving faint prickles in its wake.

The scrape of the lock downstairs made you set your jaw and your eyes fill. You took deep breaths, reaching down to the pit of your stomach with each draw. The steps kept pace with your heart, beating opposite to each other, filling the space the other left.

You shot your eyes up to him as he pushed through the doorway, bringing his hand up to grasp the doorframe and leaning his head against the fist, smirking.

“Thought you’d all skipped out on me. Never heard ‘em so quiet”

“Get out”

His face fell and he moved away from the doorway, standing straight.

“What?”

“Get…out of this room. Wait for me in the hall”

“What are y-“

“John. Get. Out”

He huffed, flicking his eyes down to the kids before turning and leaving. He shook his head all the while, confused as to why exactly you were glaring at him.

You took a few quick breaths, trying to steady yourself and prepare exactly what you wanted to say to him. Planning out how this confrontation would go. You knew it would probably be out the window the second you stepped through the door. That it would pour from you however it could find its way. But you could try.

You gave one last check on the kids, rolling from the bed as gently as you could so as not to jostle them from sleep. The click of the lock behind you rang so loud in the hall it almost made you cringe.

“You gonna explain to me exactly what I’ve done. Cos I ain’t got a fucking clue”

“See the back window on the way in?”

“No, I came in the side”

You pushed your tongue against the side of your teeth, almost painfully in your eagerness to stay steady.

“I had to have it boarded, we’re going to need to get someone in to fix it”

“Right, well I can see to that in the morning if that’s what-“

“How do you think the window got put through?”

He sighed, leaning back against the wall.

“I know you’re going to fucking tell me and somehow it’ll be my bloody fault”

“The kids shot it through, Johnny”

He stilled, his eyes wandering over the ceiling slowly. He rolled his head down, looking along the corridor, avoiding your gaze. He suddenly looked panicked and his eyes flicked back and forth.

“How did they-“

“The gun you ‘hid’ wasn’t hidden well enough. They thought it was a toy. They were playing robbers”

“It was-I only loaded one, just enough that if someone came in I could-“

“It only takes one! One touch, one squeeze, and one of our kids are gone! It missed by inches, can you fucking imagine what-”

“They’re not hurt though,” he stepped forward to the door and you slammed your hand onto the wood before bringing it up to push back against his chest. He moved both hands over yours, flattening the palm out against the thump of his heart and he pulled you back with him.

“Tell me they’re alright. Babe, tell me please. Tell me they’re-“

He was breathless, heaving and staggering.

You brought your other hand up to shove a finger into the side of his throat, right at the juncture where it met his collar. You spoke through gritted teeth.

“Grazed Georgey right here. He’s got a good burn scrape but he barely bled, compared to what it could have caused”

John nearly buckled, his head falling almost to your shoulder but you kept your finger shoved in tight. Tears were streaming down your face and everything was becoming hazy, blocks of colours and movement.

“He didn’t cry for ages, Johnny. It scared the shit out of me, staring straight through me. Shocked half to death he was – little baby didn’t know what to do, he’s a fucking boy, ain’t he, don’t know what to do!

Joe comes in screaming he’s shot his brother and I go out to find he’s lying there like a fucking corpse. I nearly went with him, right there, Johnny. Nearly fucking went-“

You broke down to sobs and John pulled you to him. Your finger fell slack against his shoulder, skimming over his chest until it grabbed at his collar. You felt him heaving sobs too and his face pressed into the side of your throat, the fan of his breath blowing down your shirt and fluttering the fabric there.

“Oh, God. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry”

He repeated it out like a prayer. Spoke it a dozen times, a dozen more.

“I thought…I thought-for just a moment Johnny, I thought he was gone. I thought we’d lost him”

He shook his head, knocking against your jaw and he gasped a breath, pulling himself back up and wiping his face off.

“Where is it now? I’ll…get it out the house. I’ll put it somewhere else”

“I gave it to Pol, she’s already done it”

He nodded, avoiding your eyes again. You slumped against his side, worrying your finger at your lip. He kept an arm slung around your shoulders, supporting his back flat against the wall. He sniffed, wiping the cuff off his sleeve over his eyes, his nose, his mouth.

“Is he alright. George?”

“He’s fine. He’s fine. He cried for a long time, afterwards. Had to sit him on my lap and hold him for such a long time. In a blanket til he slept, like he was a baby again. Haven’t done it since he was a baby, bundled him like that”

He kept his eyes to the floor, sliding his jaw so subtly you almost couldn’t see it.

“Joe?”

“I want you to speak to him, when he wakes up. He was upset, wouldn’t speak to me. He thought he’d killed his brother, he was…I’ve never seen that look in his eyes”

“And Katie?”

“She was in the fucking loo, didn’t know shit had happened ‘til it was over”

He gasped a laugh, almost turning to a sob, and he shoved a knuckle into his eye.

“No, she was good. Wanted to show off her nursing skills. She wouldn’t cry ‘til the boys were asleep. Polly had the baby, they’re fine”

“I’m so sorry”

“I know”

“I am so…sorry”

“I know. I wasn’t…”

“Don’t tell me you’re not fucking angry with me”

“It scared me shitless, Johnny. Scared me so fucking-“

The door cracked open and both of you wiped your palms over your faces, fluttering about.

“Are you fighting?”

“No, Katty, no”

“Is it about today?”

“Yes, sweetheart”

“Eh, your mum told me you were brilliant,” he shoved his cap in his pocket, kneeling down in front of her and bringing his hands around her “I’m proud of you”.

She looked down, toying with the ear of her bear.

“I was really scared”

“I know, sweetheart. I know you were”

“But I remember you said being scared wasn’t bad. It just meant you got to prove how brave you were. So I tried to be brave”

“I love you so fucking much – you know that?”

“Johnny!”

She nodded, flicking her eyes up to you when you scolded him for his language and smiling a little. The scrunchy little smile she did when she knew it was something naughty she wasn’t supposed to smile but she couldn’t help herself.

“Mummy swore a lot when you weren’t here”

“Don’t fucking blame her”

“John!”

“Love you too, daddy”

“Yeah, you better. Right, back in bed – Mum’ll be in a bit”

“No, I need a wee. So move”

“What, again?”

She swung her arm up to knock the bear against his face and he moved with the blow, rolling his jaw as he turned back to her. She giggled a little at his scowl and wiggled out of his grasp towards the bathroom.

“You letting her drink from the hose or summat?”

“We needed tea to calm our nerves. A couple bloody pots and then a few more”

He rose, turning his head over his shoulder to watch her go.

“I’ll stay in their room”

“No, don’t”

“I don’t want you—“

“Johnny, don’t be a twat. Get your kit off, have a wash, and make us a brew. Then I want you in there with the kids. You don’t get to be noble tonight, I need you. We need you”

He grasped your head, a hand on both sides of your jaw, and brought you in for a deep kiss. You poured out all the day’s emotion into him, grasping at his throat, his chest. You both jumped when a shriek came from the bathroom and he pulled away from you to take the few steps to the doorway, exhaling when he looked through. He scratched at his nose, swiping down before bringing his palm out in front of him to punctuate.

“Katie, I’ve told you – stop trying to jump and do at the same time- right, you need to step off the loo and then pull your pants up else you fall on your bloody face, don’t you?!”

“Daddy, help”

You couldn’t see her but you knew she was throwing her arms up the way she did and you pictured her lying on the floor, breaking out into a laugh.

“Don’t laugh at her, it encourages her. I’m trying to fucking parent over her and you’re laughing like-“

“Johnny, sort your kid out, yeah?”

“Fucking hell”

He stepped off the hall into the room and you heard them bickering between each other before the flush and the run of the tap came. You rolled your eyes, stepping back into the room. One of the masses under the blanket turned towards you, their face poking further out of the covers as they went.

“Hey, sleepy boy. How you feeling?”

“Is Dad home?”

“Yeah, he’s helping Katie. He’ll be here in a minute”

You crouched down by the bed, pulling his collar away to check at his bandage.

“I dreamt I was a soldier. When dad was, we were all there, I was with them”

“Well you weren’t baby, ok. You’re not a soldier. You don’t have to be a soldier”

“No, I wasn’t scared, mum. I was brave, I promise”

Your heart fell into the pit of your stomach at the thought and you smoothed his hair away from his temple.

“I’m glad you weren’t scared, baba. I don’t like it when my boys gets scared”

He sniffed, rolling over a little more.

“Did Katie fall in the loo again?”