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jodithann827 · 2 years ago

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Pretty Woman 5/11

Rating: Explicit /posted on AO3 / tagging @today-in-fic

Chapter Summary: an awkward dinner and sex on a piano… yes please!

Waldorf Astoria

Lobby

Saturday

7:45 pm

Mulder strides confidently through the lobby, a man on a singular mission.

Gentle music is playing in the background, patrons milling about. He’s been going over different dinner scenarios since he left the office. Dressed in a sharp gray suit, he makes his way to the concierge desk and asks the attendant if he has any messages. He looks around, slightly concerned that he doesn’t see Scully. He checks his watch again, making sure the time is correct.

“Excuse me, Mr. Mulder.” A voice interrupts his thoughts. Looking to the right, Mulder sees a man about his height but broad-shouldered, sporting glasses and a bald head. He picks up the phone on the counter, intending to call the room to hurry Scully along, when the bald man continues speaking. “My name is Walter Skinner, and I’m the manager of the Waldorf Astoria. I have a message for you, from your niece.” Mulder, looking vaguely confused, lowers the phone, giving the man his full attention. “The woman who is staying with you, your niece,” Skinner insists.

Mulder holds his hand up, signaling Skinner not to continue. “Mr. Skinner, I think you and I both know that she isn’t my niece. The reason I know this is because my sister never had the chance to have children.”

“Yes, sir,” Skinner relents. “Ms. Dana asked me to relay a message. She is waiting for you in the lounge.” Mulder turns to head in the direction of the lounge and hears Skinner add, “Captivating young lady, she is. Something about her…”

Nodding his head in agreement, Mulder makes his way into the lounge area, a darker room filled with soft chatter and faint music playing. He turns his head from side to side, looking for Scully, but he doesn’t see her. Thinking the message was wrong, he turns to leave but stops in the doorway to take one last, quick look around.

Scully, seated at the bartop, swivels her chair as Mulder turns back to face the bar a second time. Their eyes meet and for a moment, Mulder is too gobsmacked to speak. His mouth then curls into a smile. She is dressed in a black, off-the-shoulder cocktail dress that hugs her curves and falls to her knees. Her wine-colored hair is pinned up on one side, letting the soft curls fall loosely over her shoulder. She stands and slowly makes her way over to him.

“You’re late,” she informs him, her eyes never leaving his.

“You’re dazzling,” he replies, leaning in to kiss her cheek. She walks in front of him and his hand falls to the small of her back, escorting her out of the bar and into the night air.

The Voltaire

8:15 pm

Mulder and Scully approach an impeccably set dinner table with crisp white linens and grand china, where two men are already seated. As they near, the two gentlemen stand while the host pulls Scully’s chair out and she sits. Only then do the men take their seats. Scully regards the scene. Fancy music, elaborately dressed individuals, and divine smells wafting from other tables. She glances at the mysterious men sitting across from her, one old and one young. Unbeknownst to the reason, she shivers. She senses the older gentleman’s eyes on her, studying her with a predator’s unwavering attention. Something makes her uneasy. She snaps out of her trance at the sound of Mulder’s voice.

“Mr. Spender, it’s very nice to meet you in person.” He introduces himself to them with the same charm as he did Scully, though much less flirtation.

“My son, Jeffery,” Spender introduces after shaking Mulder’s hand. Mulder turns, introducing Scully to the men. When her slim fingers make contact with the old and wrinkled hand, she tenses ever so slightly.

Dinner proceeds as a quiet affair. The men stick to comfortable subjects: stocks, the weather, Mulder attempts to bring up sports, specifically the Knicks, but neither Spender appears interested. Scully interjects every so often, feeling the strong need to help Mulder break the ice, so to speak, but mostly she sticks to eating the robust meal in front of her, although her nerves get the better of her more often than not.

“Look, Mr. Mulder,” the elder Spender unexpectedly utters, “I know you want to buy my company, and I know I spoke with your lawyers and told them it was a done deal. However, I have changed my mind.”

His voice is casual but steady. No-nonsense, as if he were talking about the sale of a used car and not a multi-billion dollar business. Mulder sets his fork down, intent on giving his complete attention to the matter at hand.

“I knew your father,” Spender states, catching Mulder off guard. Scully sees it, the slight clenching of Mulder’s jaw.

Recovering quickly, Mulder replies, “I didn’t know.”

“I was sorry to hear he passed away. I knew him for many years. We worked together once upon a time.” Mulder gives a slight nod. Pausing before speaking again, possibly pondering something profound, Spender pulls a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and lights one flippantly.

“I don’t think you’re allowed to do that.” Scully looks around, realizing the chastising came from her own voicebox. Spender gives a snide smile but continues puffing away.

“Your father was a hard worker when push came to shove. He mentioned you from time to time. Hinted at the fact that you and I should work together one day. I feel as though that day has finally come. You can buy my company, Mr. Mulder, but I would like you along with it.”

Jeffery clears his throat in an attempt to corral his father. Spender senior steals a sideways glance and puts him in his place with one searing look.

“Excuse me,” Jeffery says, standing. Scully watches him walk away, presumably in the direction of the restrooms.

“You and I could make an extraordinary team, Fox,” Spender tells him, using his given name. Scully thinks he’s trying to pack more of a punch. Unsure of what to do, she sits quietly, her hands folded neatly in her lap, and stares at her fingers.

“Why me?” Mulder suddenly asks. “It seems like you have a protege in your son.”

“Jeffery’s a good boy, but he doesn’t have what it takes.”

“And I do? You’re being very evasive. Is it purposeful?”

“Yes and no. I like your focus on social commerce, Fox. You’re one of the most skilled entrepreneurs in this area. I think you would be a great asset,” he insists.

“What do you want to sell–” he starts, but is cut off by Jeffery’s return to the table.

“What did I miss?” Jeffery questions.

“Mr. Mulder is going to seriously consider joining our team,” Spender senior shares before Mulder can dispute the claims.

Scully, watching the scene unfold, sits back uncomfortably and she knows the evening cannot end soon enough.

“Well, Mr. Spender, you’ve certainly given me a lot to think about. I’ll be in touch.” Mulder states, effectively ending the conversation for the moment.

Waldorf Astoria

Penthouse

Mulder sits comfortably in a chair backed up against the patio wall. Scully, removing her shoes in favor of her bare feet, calls out to him, “What are you thinking?” She’s met with silence so she pokes her head outside the door. “You’re quiet,” she observes. She joins him on the patio, hoisting herself up to sit on the ledge.

“I’m usually good at reading people,” he tells her. “I can’t get one on him.”

“I had a lot of feelings,” she tells him. She spent the entire car ride back to the hotel replaying the evening in her head. Something was off. Something about the elder Spender reeks of unease.

“You can’t trust him,” she says, flatly.

“I don’t have a reason not to,” he tells her. She casts her eyes downward and Mulder softens slightly. “I’ve been working on this deal for almost six months, Scully.”

“I get it,” she expresses after a minute. “You can’t make it personal. It’s like me and the no kissing. It’s why I have that rule; it’s too personal. When I’m with a guy I compartmentalize. I’m like a robot. I just do it,” she tells him, realizing a second too late that she had, in fact, had sex with him the previous evening. She looks down for a second, cheeks tinged with pink. Then looking up at him she corrects herself, “Well, not with you.”

Mulder smiles and waves his hand gently, stating, “Of course not.” Scully smiles back at him. Mulder, remembering the previous evening, comments, “So the whole no orgasm thing…”

Scully looks at him, slightly shocked by his brazenness. He’s waiting for her to elaborate.

“It’s simple, actually,” she explains. “Sex for men and women is different. For men it’s physical. For women, it’s emotional. They’re johns: guys I pick up who pay me. I will not, cannot, become emotionally invested.” She turns her head sideways, taking in the view.

They are both quiet for a moment. Mulder, still seated, is lost in his own thoughts when Scully suddenly announces, “I’m sorry about your dad.” Mulder looks at her, giving her a slight nod of acknowledgment. “Were you close with him?” she questions. Mulder stares past her, pondering the question.

“I hadn’t seen him in a really long time. We weren’t close. I wasn’t there when he died,” he confesses. Scully looks at him, this smart, capable, kind, and apparently sensitive man. She wants to wrap him in a hug and never let go. She understands a thing or two about pain, about losing a parent. She hops off the ledge, walks to him, and bends down so she is at eye level with him.

“How about we veg out in front of the TV tonight? Stuff our faces with ice cream and watch old movies?” she suggests. Mulder stands and moves towards the balcony door and Scully moves to follow him.

He stops, gently touching her chin, and says, “I’ll be back in a little while. We can do that tomorrow night.” He walks in from the balcony without another word.

She follows, watching him go to the front door and leave.

Hotel Lobby

3:00 am

Scully, dressed in the white terrycloth robe, face scrubbed free of makeup, exits the elevator. Her eyes roam the deserted lobby of the hotel. After Mulder left she had changed out of her dress, washed her face, and watched TV for the better part of three hours. Understanding his need to be alone, she wrestled with herself on whether to go after him or not, finally settling on tracking him down.

She hears the sound of soft piano music drifting from the ballroom. Wandering over, she pokes her head through the door and takes in the sight. The hotel staff is cleaning, organizing, and moving tables and chairs. There is a man sweeping behind the bar. Mulder is sitting at the piano, playing a song Scully doesn’t know, but she is in awe of his talent. She drifts over to him, staying out of sight behind him, not saying anything for fear he will stop. Mulder continues to play, finishing out the song. The staff around them applaud and Scully clears her throat, making herself known.

Mulder turns to see her and smiles. “I only play piano for strangers,” he informs her.

She walks around him and leans against the piano as she counters, “It was beautiful.” After a pause, she declares, “I was getting lonely.” His eyes meet hers, understanding both meanings of her words.

Mulder turns towards the employees and instructs kindly, “Gentlemen, would you please leave us.” Scully looks on as the men begin dispersing. She pushes herself away from the side of the piano. Mulder is still seated on the piano bench. She moves to stand in the small space between him and the keys.

“Do people always do what you tell them to?” she asks, though they both know it’s a rhetorical question.

Mulder reaches up and grabs her around the waist, pulling her towards him. “I guess so,” she whispers seductively.

Mulder confidently picks her up and places her on the grand piano, her feet hitting multiple keys, the sounds not nearly as pleasant as Mulder’s smooth playing. He steps into the space between her thighs, his hands on her waist and his mouth hovering over hers, tempting her to break her own rule. Their breathing speeds up.

The room is so quiet Scully swears Mulder can hear the pounding in her chest.

He parts the robe to reveal a black negligee, sliding it up to expose her belly. He leans over and kisses her stomach, and Scully lets out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. She feels herself being gently pushed down, laying against the smooth wood of the piano top. Mulder nips, licks, and glides his tongue over her toned stomach. He spends time moving his tongue in, out, and around her belly button, paying special attention to the hoop that pierces it.

Scully breathes in sharply. It has been a very long time since someone bestowed her with this type of regard.

Satisfied with her stomach for the moment, he moves his mouth lower as his hands run over her thighs, reaching around to where the back of her legs connect to her ass. Knowing where he’s headed, Scully sits up on her elbows, breathing heavily. “Mulder, you don’t need to. I’m supposed to be taking care of you,” she tells him breathlessly. It’s not that she doesn’t love having a man’s lips on her, but he is paying her, and this shouldn’t be happening.

Mulder pauses and looks up at her, his eyes pleading in a strange way. “Please let me, Scully,” he requests, almost begging. At that moment she knows she can’t deny him anything.

She gives a little nod and he moves his mouth back to the top of her panties. He breathes out, his breath hot against her sex. His fingers slide over the creases of her thighs and slip into her now-drenched panties. He gently pulls them down and off her, discarding them on the floor next to the piano. His mouth descends upon her, and at the contact, she yelps softly. He begins licking up and down her slick folds, combining his wet mouth with her slick juices. He tongues her in a rhythmic motion, up and down, occasionally slipping his tongue into her.

“Oh,” she mewls. The sounds she’s making tonight are a stark contrast to what came out of her mouth the previous evening. After a few minutes of Mulder gliding up and down and back and forth he takes her clit between his lips and sucks.

“Oh my!” she shouts unexpectedly. Needing something to do with her hands, she tries grasping downward but only makes contact with the smooth surface of the piano. Instead, she finds part of her robe and clasps it tightly. It seems like forever that he is doing this.

Up, down, side, back, suck, nip, tongue. She begins writhing under his mouth, so close to the brink, unsure if she should let herself take the plunge.

Deep down she knows that in about thirty seconds or so, she won’t have much of a choice.

“Oh Jesus, Mulder,” a needy whimper escapes her mouth. This spurs Mulder on, willing to do anything to take her over the edge. Mulder takes one hand off her thigh, lowers it, and pushes a finger into her slowly, then adds another. He roughly moves in and out of her a handful of times and suddenly she is flying, not holding back. “Holy hell, oh my god, Mulder,” she cries, shuddering.

He keeps up his motions, though he slows them considerably until she comes down from her high. He withdraws his fingers, looking her in the eye as he brings them to his lips and licks them clean. Scully’s chest is heaving, her forearm draped over her forehead. He begins kissing back up her stomach, over her chest, and to her throat, sucking desperately on her neck.

Scully’s head is swimming. She cannot believe the feelings she’s experiencing. It feels backward and selfish; she should be pleasing him. She shakes the thought from her head as Mulder does amazing things with his mouth.

Mulder, giving her a minute to catch her breath, unbuttons his shirt, leaving it on but open. He then unbuttons his pants and pulls them down slowly, watching Scully intently as he does. He pulls a condom out of his pants pocket and rolls it onto his manhood.

Mulder pulls her onto his lap as he sits on the piano bench. Scully slides down on his engorged sex and he lets out a guttural moan. Placing her hands on his shoulders, Scully starts gliding up and down, moving her head in closer to gain access to Mulder’s neck. She begins nipping and licking. Mulder, meeting her thrusts, grips her hips tightly. He so badly wants to hear Scully shout his name again. Licking his finger, he maneuvers it between their bodies, hitting the jackpot when he hears her shriek.

She turns his head so she can reach his ear. She sucks on his earlobe before insistently hissing in his ear, “Yes Mulder, yes, just like that. Make me come again.”

“Fuck, Scully,” he manages to choke out. With one more swipe over her clit, she is coming again, this time pulling at the short strands of hair at the nape of Mulder’s neck. An instant later he erupts into her, calling out her name and any god who might be listening.

Leaning into him, soaked with sweat, she smiles into his neck. He made her feel all the feelings, and it had been a long time since someone did that.

“Is it just me,” Mulder gasps, attempting to slow his breathing, “or are we exceptionally good at that?”

Scully picks her head up and lets out a laugh, shaking her head. “You know what Mulder, it’s not just you.”

“Well,” Mulder states suggestively, “what do you think about taking this party up to the room and maybe working up to round two?”

Scully gives him a flirtatious smile and replies with a wink, “I think that’s the second-best idea you’ve had all evening.”

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americaistheoldworld · 2 years ago

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The Superior Moscow, Russia

The Superior Moscow, Russia is a necessary post since it has been so much talk about the Tartarian Empire lately. Tartary is a Country in Asia near Russia, but what if the Americas was home to the original Russia and Tartary? If this is proven correct, it will demonstrate that America is the orient (the East) and the true old world. Please read my previous blog post that proves that the Americas is the land of the Orient and Asia Major: https://www.americaistheoldworld.com/ancient-china-the-land-of-the-orient/.

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The Creeks are the Greeks

Creek Indian Chief Silas Jefferson (1835-1913) was born at Taskigi Town (or Tuskegee) in the Old Creek Nation. His parents were Betsey and Jeffery Manac (McNac). Also known as Ho-tul-ko-micco "Wind Clan chief." As you can see, he was a dark aboriginal man or a Blackamoor. It appears that all of the early pictures of American Indians from the 1800's show dark skin people that we would call African-American today.

Flag of the Empire of Tartary

This is the Flag of Empire of Tartary. As you can see Tartary was very Moorish, since it has two red Moorish flags on its Grand flag.

Maur Hieroglyph

This is the Maur Hieroglyphic from the Palermo Stele in Egypt. As you can see the Owl represents the Maur and the term Maur in Egyptian means a High-Priest of Anu. The owl is also a symbol of Tartary (Tartaria) and it represents the wise ones who know who; and supervision since owls can rotate their heads 360 degrees.

1491 Map of Berber Tribes

1491 map of the Distribution of the Barbarous Tribes, East of the Mississippi, from the University of South Florida. In this post is an image of the said map. Barbarous is just a descriptive word for barbarians, which is just code for the word Berber; especially, since we know that the vowels are interchangeable with ancient Semitic languages; therefore, Barbar-ous can easily be converted to Berber-ous tribes, which where Turks/ Moors. The Spanish considered the Saracens (Moors) uncivilized barbarians, because of their belief in Islam. These Native American Tribes are tribes of the Greater Morocco that we had in the Americas

1861 Flag of Muskogee Creek Nation

The Muscogee Creek were Moors and I got the 1861 Flag of the Muscogee Creek Nation to prove that the Creeks were Moors. As you can see, the Creek Flag is Islamic since it features the Islamic Crescent moon and star on it. This Islamic Creek Flag is similar to the Confederate Flag Banner, the State flag of Turkey, the 1844 flag of the Ottoman Empire, and the 1861 State Flag of South Carolina, which are all Islamic states, since the said flags all have cherry red backgrounds with the Islamic Crescent Moon and star on them. This highly suggests that the South was ran by Moors or Turks, aka, the seed of Ishmael, the son of Abraham of the Bible

The Flag of the Soviet Union - Russian Flag

The flag of the former Soviet Union is cherry red Islamic flag with a crescent moon and star on it.

State Flag of Florida

The original Flag of The Iroquois confederation

The original confederate flag is not a racist symbol of slavery, because it is the Flag of the Iroquois confederation. Only Indians had confederacies, therefore, this flag could never possibly belong to Europeans from the South, because Europeans did not have confederacies, because only Indians did. Yes, this flag was stolen from the Blackamoors, aka, Indians and converted into a symbol of hate and slavery to get Blackamoors to disconnect with the South and their own sign and symbol.

The original confederate Flag

The original confederate Flag. This was the Battle flag of the Moors. This flag is the flag of the Iroquois confederation and it is also the Flag of Saint Mary and the Flag of Saint Andrew. Saint Andrew was the first apostle of Jesus Christ and the Patron Saint of Scotland.

The Red shield of the Red One's

Origin: Scottish. Coat of Arms: A red shield with a green saltire over which is a gold saltire. Crest: A saracen's head. Motto: Victrix fortuna sapientia. Motto Translated: Wisdom is the conqueror of fortune.

Saint Andrew was a Moor (Saracen)

This is Saint Andrew, the first apostle/ disciple of Jesus. The Flag of Scotland, Jamaica, Florida, Alabama, Georgia, Hawaii, Mississippi, and Maryland all have the X symbol. Saint Andrew, the first Apostle was crucified on the Cross and was able to perform miracles just like Jesus could. The Gospel of Saint Andrew and the Acts of Andrew were taken out of the Bible, Because Saint Andrew had the same kind of wisdom and powers that Jesus had. Saint Andrew is also associated with the lost tribe of Israel, aka, the Hebrew Israelite Moors in America. This is the Link to the Andrews Family Crest, aka, the lost tribe of Israel: http://the-red-thread.net/genealogy/andrews.html. Looks like so-called Blacks are really Hebrew Israelite Moors

Virgin Mary and Baby Jesus Christ -Russian Icon in Pahokee, FL.

In 2001 Edward and Adele Kahn, owners of House of Kahn Estate Jewelers, donated a jewel-encrusted painting from Moscow, Russia of the Virgin Mary and the Christ Child that was created in the 16th century. This Black Russian icon was donated to St. Mary Catholic Church in Pahokee; which is the poorest church in the Diocese of Palm Beach. A 2008 appraisal places the value at $1.3 million, and today its value exceeds $2 million US dollars.

Now, where is the original Moscow, Russia? Well, here is a 1562 map of America by Spanish cartographer, Diego Gutiérrez, from the Library of Congress: https://www.loc.gov/resource/g3290.ct000342?r=0.163,0.175,0.732,0.315,0.

The 1562 Diego Gutierrez map shows Francisca (France) and the mythical golden city of Norimberga (Germany) that was allegedly built by Vikings (Danes). This said map also shows you the original Moscow, the capital of Russia in North America to the left of Francisca.

Now that we know that Moscow and Asia Major (India Superior) were in the Americas, let’s discuss “Our Lady of Bethlehem,” a Blackamoor Russian Icon, that is currently in Pahokee, Florida. Why Pahokee, Florida?

“In 2001 Edward and Adele Kahn, owners of House of Kahn Estate Jewelers, donated a jewel-encrusted painting of the Virgin Mary and the Christ Child created in the 16th century to St. Mary Catholic Church in Pahokee, the poorest in the Diocese of Palm Beach. A 2008 appraisal places the value at $1.3 million, and today its value exceeds $2 million”: https://rb.gy/yllkwk.

THE MUSCOGEE CREEK OF MOSCOW:

Well, Florida has a Moscow, Florida, and a tribe of Creek (Greek) Indians called the Muscogee (Muscogee=Muscovite=Moscow). Muscogee is very similar to Muscovite. In fact, Muscovite is the plural form of Moscow (Muscovy) since the people of Moscow, Russia refers to themselves as the Muscovites. The Muscovite (Muscogee) Creek are the Greeks: https://www.facebook.com/Americaisthetrueoldworld/posts/4475429415854657

Florida also has a Russian city called Saint Petersburg, Florida that has the same Moorish/ Tartarian architecture found in Saint Petersburg, Russia (see the Tampa Bay (Bey) Hotel): https://rb.gy/seuben.

Additionally, we have a Russia, Ohio, and a Moscow Ohio in North America. When we hear of Russia, we think of the Tartarian Empire that was near Russia in Asia, but what if North America was Grand Tartary: https://www.americaistheoldworld.com/grand-tartary-was-in-north-america/.

ANCIENT JERUSALEM, BETHLEHEM, AND GALILEE:

Now, that we know that the Superior Moscow (Russia) was in the Americas, the Russian Icon, “Our Lady of Bethlehem,” being now in the custody of the Kahn (Mr. Edward Kahn) in Pahokee, Florida is starting to make sense; especially, if we consider Bethlehem, Florida, and Lake Galilee in Florida. Galilee and Bethlehem are associated with Mary (Maya) and her baby Jesus Christ and the Holy City of Jerusalem.

Ancient Jerusalem is located near Bethlehem (Bethlehem, FL?) and Galilee (Lake Galilee, FL?) on maps of the Mediterranean region. We already know that the original Mediterranean Sea was the Gulf of Mexico, which makes Florida, aka, La Floridas, the area of the original Holy land or land of the Bible. Florida was once a huge territory of land that was known as Tameri, aka, Abyssinia, or Ethiopia Superior/ India Superior (the land of the Maurs): https://www.americaistheoldworld.com/gibraltar-of-the-west/.

Here is evidence that ancient Jerusalem (Moslem-Jerusalem) was in the Americas and was under the jurisdiction of the Washitaw Mu’urs (Maurs/ Moors), aka, the Ancient Ones/ Mound Builders: https://rb.gy/xbwqyi.

Here is evidence that Mother Mary, King David, and Jesus are Moslem Maurs (Saracens): https://rb.gy/mob6xq.

This information explains why “Our Lady of Bethlehem,” a Russian Icon, is currently housed in Pahokee, Florida, since Florida was Bethlehem and Muscogee (Muscovite=Moscow, Russia) Creek territory. The Makoski/ Muscogee Creeks occupied a huge territory of land that covered several US States, according to the 1491 map of the Distributuion of the Barbarous (Berber-ous) Tribes East of the Mississippi. The huge territory of land occupied by the Muscogee Creeks (Greeks) suggests that the Grand or Superior Moscow was in the Americas.

THE ORIGNAL MOSCOW, RUSSIA:

Russia (Russia=Russ-Asian) was established by the mighty Andrews/ Andros/ Ros/ Rus clan from Scotland when they were Saracens (Old Arabs), which explains all the Black “Russian Icons” and the Islamic state flag of the former Soviet Union (Russia) with its cherry red background and Islamic crescent moon and star on it. https://the-red-thread.net/genealogy/andrews.html.

The 1861 Pro-Confederate Flag of the Muscogee Creek Nation is also an Islamic flag with a crescent moon and star on it, because the Muscogee Creek Nation were Berber Maurs that helped to ran the Southern Confederacy during the Civil War: https://www.americaistheoldworld.com/the-moors-ran-the-south/.

The Andrew’s clan were Saracen (Moslem) descendants of Saint Andrew. Saint Andrew is the patron saint of SCOTLAND, GREECE, ITALY, and RUSSIA and was Christ’s first disciple. Saint Andrew was crucified on the cross (X) and had the same kind of wisdom and powers that Jesus had, hence the reason why the Vatican removed the Gospel of Saint Andrew and the Acts of Saint Andrew from the Bible. Saint Andrew was a fisher of men that preached in Nineveh (the House of the Fish) that was originally in Jacksonville, Florida and surrounding areas: https://www.americaistheoldworld.com/nineveh-was-jacksonville-florida/.

The term Maur means high Priest of Anu, according to the Palermo Stele from ancient Egypt. The owl and the serpent (dragon) are Hieroglyphic symbols that represent the Maurs, according to the Palermo Stele from Egypt. The owl and the dragon are both flag symbols of Tartary, which makes the Maur a Tartarian. In this post is the flag of the Empire of Tartary. As you can see, Tartary was very Moorish, since it has two cherry red Moorish flags on its grand flag.

Moscow is a corruption of Mosque, and most of the cathedrals and U.S. Capitol buildings in the Americas were mostly Mosques or Mausoleums at first before Spanish (Roman) conquest of the Americas. These Moorish/ Tartarian buildings were later converted into Christian and Catholic churches and other governmental structures after the fall of the Moors.

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radiantretriever · 5 years ago

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Not going to lie to y'all, I really like how all of the dark sides (And the light sides to a lesser extent) have very clear ways of getting Thomas to listen to them.

At first Virgil was "I knew you'd listen to me, I was too scary to ignore" -incomplete. He tried to make himself as scary and intimidating as possible to ensure that Thomas was forced to listen to what he was saying.

Janus is different. Janus isn't trying to be scary to get Thomas to listen to him, he knows that no matter what, because of his morals, he will never listen to Deceit. Instead he dresses himself up like the other sides, he knows what he has to say is important and he knows that Thomas needs to hear it. So it doesn't need to come to him. Thomas is more likely to listen to him if the words are coming out of Pattons mouth or, to a lesser extent, Logan's.

Remus' way is slightly less clear but still very prominent. Remus will say things over and over and over again "Jeffery dahmer". He will keep Thomas awake all night playing the same scene, the same 'fantasy' until Thomas realises he's there.

Now, while that is super cool and I feel like we should discuss it more because it's very indicative of the type of people they are, I'm here to ask about Logan.

No one listens to Logan anymore and as we can see, he's getting really, Really fed up with it (I believe this in part is due to Logan trying to convince everyone he doesn't have feelings, it's not wrong to ignore siri when she's answering your question after all) and I can see Logan already developing a dark side esc way of getting them to listen to him. Simply talking over them.

We saw in the latest episode that when Logan comes back he raises his voice and shuts down one of the other sides (I think it was patton) to as quickly as possible get the information that he needs to out. He talks fast, loud, and constantly irritated, it honestly reminds me of myself. The middle sibling who is over looked desperately trying to join the conversation while they still have a chance.

Of course there is most likely other things that I am missing, like how I think that Thomas (and patron especially) are less likely to listen to him because a lot of the time logic and facts are painful. For example: that super large chat bubble popped up and hit Patton and Roman sliced it away before anyone could read it. This also doesn't take into account the orange side. Honestly I truly do think that Logan is walking a darker path and might end up talking with Remus just to figure out how they all got Thomas to listen to them, even when what they wanted to say wasn't helpful or wanted.

Tell me yalls thoughts on this or what you think Logan's mechanism to get the others to listen to him will be. I woke up and started writing out these thoughts so I apologize if it makes Negative sense.

#ss spoilers #ss theory #logan sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #thomas sanders #sanders sides #sander sides theory #logic sanders #intrulogical #ts #ts logic #ts logan #ts dark sides #ss dark side #janus sanders #remus sanders

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thatboxylady · 4 years ago

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that Otp question list for Jetstorm/Thrust since you're writing that fanfic right now? :3

THANKS it causes me constant pain.

1. Who offers their jacket when the other is cold?

Neither one of them wears jackets. They’re robots. That having been said, if they’re in close proximity, Thrust will notch his engine into a higher gear to kick off some warmth. Jetstorm is built to lose heat as to not cook his internals at high speeds, so his heat sinks and vents can be a real hassle when night falls and the Maximals aren’t giving them the runaround. Having Thrust to act as a personal space-heater is appreciated.

In humanverse AUs, Thaddeus will offer Jeffery his jacket if need be. Jeffery is almost always guaranteed to turn this down if he’s in earshot of someone else. “The leather clashes with my outfit, sweetheart.” He’ll take it in a heartbeat once they get on the bike, though. 2. Who giggles uncontrollably when the other playfully picks them up? Jetstorm, but it’s that maniac cackling he does throughout the show. Sort of like a rattlesnake’s rattling. The noise is a warning, biker boy. 3. Who compliments the other in front of everyone? Jetstorm does this and his tone makes you think he’s being sarcastic. He’s not. The Maximals and Megatron don’t have to know that, though. Thrust knows better than to compliment Jetstorm out loud or in too obvious of a way, because the jet will absolutely not shut up about it. You might as well just give Narcissus a whole warehouse full of mirrors. “Who the frag is Narcissus?” “Don’t worry about it, Storm.” 4. Who is more likely to tell the other a pun and what is the other's reaction to the pun? Jetstorm edges Thrust out in this category just barely, because he’s Jetstorm. He lives to run his mouth. Thrust just rolls with the punches as they come and tries not to add fuel to the fire... but sometimes a sigh will get past him. It’s all the acknowledgement that Jetstorm needs to keep being as obnoxious as possible. Thrust uses puns so rarely that when they do stick, Jetstorm is too stunned to react. Other times, Jetstorm goes in for the kill. Thrust is quick to reverse out of harm’s way and make a run for it. 5. When one of them has a bad day, what does the other do to help cheer them up? When Thrust is upset, Jetstorm talks. Sometimes nonstop. Anyone watching (or unfortunately listening) from the outside would view this as counterproductive, but Thrust is... deeply appreciative. Really. The constant stream of thoughts from his friend makes for a good distraction. Jetstorm can be genuinely funny when he wants to be, too. When Jetstorm is upset, Thrust will offer up the idea that they can go out and destroy something. Jetstorm finds that leveling buildings is a great way to relieve stress. 6. If they got to pick what one another wears for a day, what would one another wear? They don’t wear clothes, they’re robots. Jetstorm probably tries to slap some silly bumper stickers on Thrust, though. Probably dumb sayings, but mostly wildly inappropriate. “Just for the day?” “No.” “Please?” “Absolutely not.” Thrust eventually settles for letting Jetstorm put a magnet on him. It says DO YOU FOLLOW PRIMUS THIS CLOSELY? All things considered, it could have been worse. The bike accepts this as a hollow victory. Humanverse Jeffery keeps trying to dress Thaddeus up to make him look more “gay friendly.” Thaddeus can appreciate that, but no, he is not going to wear fishnets to work. Not unless Jeffery wears something else other than rubber pants and thigh-high boots. Sweats and sneakers, maybe. They are an an impasse. 7. Who introduces their partner to their family first? How does it go? They are their own family! Everyone left Jetstorm and Thrust alone and they are very happy by themselves. Most of Thaddeus’ family still deadnames him so introducing them to Jeffery is not an option. Jeffery is not above taking a baseball bat to people he has just met. Megan has him on his payroll for a reason. Someone called him a slur once and he slashed their neck open with a busted beer bottle. 8. In a coffee shop AU, who would be the coffee shop employee and who would be the customer? Thaddeus is the very tired and apathetic employee. Jeffery won’t get coffee unless his favorite barista is there. 9. When they sit side by side, do they touch one another? For example, does one person has their arm around the other, do they sit holding hands, or linked arms, ECT. If Maximals are close by, they’ll put some distance between them. They both understand that it’s best not to... advertise. Especially while Blackarachnia is around. There’s some bad blood there. When they’re on their own, Thrust will bring themselves thisclose and maintain that distance with mechanical precision. He won’t initiate contact unless he knows he has explicit permission. Jetstorm can be touchy. Jetstorm is the patron saint of Public Displays of Affection and is always grabbing (or otherwise jostling) Thrust around in some capacity when he’s in the mood for it. 10. What is a small thing that one another does to make their partner happy? Thrust is naturally very quiet. When he does start talking, it makes Jetstorm... almost unreasonably happy. Almost, because of course he’s not going to admit to that sentimental drivel. Contrary to popular belief, the jet doesn’t always like listening to the sound of his own voice. Thrust has a nice and smokey vocal codec. It’s nice to hear him put it to good use. Watching Jetstorm thrash Maximals is always a nice little pick-me-up, Thrust thinks. 11. What would they do to celebrate their one year anniversary? Jetstorm is very loud about it and peppers Thrust in thinly concealed affection. Thrust endures. 12. When did they know that they loved each other, and when did they first tell each other that they loved one another? "We’re... friends?” “Why not?” There’s never an actual admission between the two of them. It’s just... sort of presumed at a certain point and never discussed further. When an I love you is exchanged for the first time, they don’t make a big deal out of it. They already knew. 13. Who likes to give the other hugs from behind followed by a kiss? Jetstormmmm he’s the King of PDA. 14. Who would make a playlist for the other person? What would be featured on the playlist? Thrust is voiced by Jim Byrnes who is an actual blues singer, so. Thrust. Most definitely. It’s all blues and soft rock. If Jetstorm did it’d be lots of Elton John. Also (unfortunately) Phil Collins. There’s a song called Bad Romance is in there somewhere. You know which one. 15. Who would bring their partner on a romantic date under the stars? Thrust would be more likely to do it because he knows Jetstorm likes open skies. Jetstorm would do it because he knows Thrust is affectionate like that. Urgh. Horrible. “This is exactly why the spider thought you were Silverbolt, you know.” “Please shut up, Storm. I am begging you.” “Why were you into her, anyways? Was it the tits?” “JETSTORM.”

#beast machines #thruststorm #maccadam #god is dead in this house and jetstorm personally killed them #Anonymous

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afarcryfromgotham · 5 years ago

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A Far Cry From Gotham

Jason’s story if he didn't go back to Gotham after leaving the League

He gulps down air, sitting on his knees, face staring up to the sky. White and auburn hair plastered to his forehead. Birds circle overhead occasionally blotting out the unforgiving sun. Eyes open as a shadow falls over him. He meets the steeled grey eyes of the older woman, biting his tongue as he learned to do a lifetime ago.

“Well done Jason.” the skin wrinkles around her eyes as she shows her gratitude, “Not only did you survive the trials, but you survived the cleansing. I have nothing else I can teach you.”

Jason raises an eyebrow, huffing a laugh as she hits him on the head before poking him in the chest, “Control your Rage, little one.”. She cups his face with a calloused hand, “One day your heart will shine brighter than that dark fury inside you, when that day comes it will be glorious.” she smiles at him “tonight you rest; tomorrow you will continue on your quest for knowledge.” she turns walking away, her robes drag over the stone floor as she hobbles away

Jason rises to his feet, stumbling on limbs that feel like jelly “I thought you said-”

“I know what I said, man child.” she glares back at him “you have learned all the all caste can teach you. I know you will not stay here, you are not one who enjoys clipped wings. You will leave tomorrow to find your father for a study in Tranquility.”

Jason scoffs as he follows after her into the mountain face

The next day sees Jason on a jet funded by the League of Assassins, flying halfway around the world, and air dropping into the wilderness of California.

The next month is spent tracking trails that barely exist, of searching abandoned safe houses and truckstops, all signs are directing him to Hope County, Montana. A name, Richard Dragon, and a reputation, as one of the best Martial Artists in the world, is all he has as he hitchhikes into the southwest corner of Montana.

Jason squints against the sun as the truck rumbles to a stop. He swings down off the bed waving his thanks to the driver.

He looks up at the Water Tower looming above the town, Falls End, it reads across the side. He raises a hand to block out the sun as he looks around, a pristine white church is to his right, a broken-down bus blocks half the road ahead of him, the town lays beyond it. Light glints off the broken windows of the bus.

“You look lost.” a calm voice comes from the direction of the church. An older African American man is leaning on the fence work around the church, in one hand he loosely holds a bible, the golden cross glinting light back at him “It's okay to be lost, the Lord leads us places all the time, often without us knowing where we’re going.”

“I'm looking for someone,” Jason says, shifting his backpack up onto his shoulders, more than ready to book it up the rock face to his back.

The pastor, signaled by the white-collar, and white leather-bound bible, hums in response, his eyes roaming over Jason. His body language is curious but relaxed, unafraid of him. He's open and patient and Jason doesn't trust it. “Perhaps I can help, do you have a name?”

“Mine or who I'm looking for?” Jason responds shifting in the shadow of the bus so he can see the man across the road better.

“Either. I'm Pastor Jerom Jefferies, this is my church.” he waves to the building behind him as an introduction.

Ok well now he has to introduce himself, Jason Grumbles “I'm Jason, looking for Richard Dragon.” he sees the man stand up a little more at that, a little more guarded, a little more cautious. So he knows Richard Dragon, or at least the reputation of the man.

“You a student of his?” Jerome asks he friendly tone still his voice

“I'm his son.” Jason finds joy in how startled the other man seems by the declaration “come on in, I’ll give him a call to come down.”

Jason follows under the arch and into the church. The pews are simple and wooden, a few knitted blankets sit on them. The sunlight filters through stained glass windows painting the floor and pews a rainbow of colors. He drops into a pew where he can see the front door and the door in the back and takes a deep breath practicing the meditation Ducra had been into him. He listens to the pastors' voice in the office space not actually paying attention to what's being said.

“His shift at the lumber yard ends in a few hours,” Jerome says and sits on the opposite side of the pew, “would you like something to eat?”

Jason looks around studying every crack in the wall, and the building in general before shrugging

Jerome stands to motion for Jason to follow. He shoulders his bag and follows him.

Jerome asks him questions that Jason barely answers saying he's from Gotham and well-traveled.

Jason looks up at the bar, the neon sign is out but it still shows a woman on the sign with the words SPREAD EAGLE.

The door opens and a girl a few years older then Jason is working the register, two older men are cooking and running food.

Two other patrons, one is carrying a flame thrower the other has a taser. Jason looks around, a set of stairs to his left windows along the back, he can hear a door in the back, it smells pretty good though.

“Jerome” one of the guys greets “whos your new friend.”

“Apparently, he's Dragons son.” Jerome greets

Everyone is looking at him now in surprise, Jason shifts his weight slightly “Jason, sir” he nods hello keeping his hands hooked into the backpack straps

“I can see it, Mary why don't you go help your mother upstairs.”

“But,” the girl pouts

“Go.” he says his eyes never leaving Jason

Jason stares back, he can see the man is worried and curious. He wants to protect his family. He's got a pistol on his hip tucked under the apron, and a knife on his belt, that Jason doubts he's good enough to use.

“Gary Fairgrave, nice to meet you son.” he cleans the glass he has in hand looking to Jerome

“A table for three, Richard’ll join us when he gets off.” Jerome says

They're seated at a four-person table away from the other patrons. Jason doesn't trust any of it, but he appreciates being sat by a window

“So where’d you serve?” Gary asks as he hands them menus

Jason blinks “I don't understand.”

“Son, you picked out my peacemaker almost as soon as you walked in the door, where’d you serve?” he asks

“I didn't, I grew up on the streets in Gotham,” he responds glancing the room over again

Gary whistles “been there once, back when the Waynes were alive, it was a shit hole then, can't imagine what it's like now.”

“Hell would be kinder,” Jason responds before looking at the menu

Two glasses of water are set down before Jason decide to just order what the Pastor orders

Jason meets Jerome's eyes and the Pastor is studying him, in return, he sees the Pastor is curious but not concerned by Jasons appearance. He's relaxed even, confident that Jason won't do anything. He's right but he doesn't know that. He bleeds a patience that so sickeningly familiar to his past life it makes Jason want to punch him, the face of an older English butler flashes across his memories. Jason breaks eye contact to look around again, counting anything that could be a weapon “so what's it like here?”

“Falls End is fairly quiet, we’re the only constructed town here, good people, reliable people. What about you?”

“Not much a good people, but I'm reliable,” Jason says with a shrug taking a sip of water before crunching down on an ice cube.

“What makes you say that?” Jerome asks

“Everyone from Gotham is a sinner of some sort, pastor,” he shrugs looking anywhere but at the man in front of him mostly out the window at the slow traffic “you do what you have to to survive.”

‘You've killed.” Jerome concludes Jason nods not supplying that he was an assassin or killed other assassins.

Burgers and fries are set in front of them, they pick at the food, Jason answering his questions.

Jason's eyes go to the door, as the man who walked past the window walks in. The older man is dressed in sawdust-covered jeans, and a sweat-stained shirt, his hair is red with streaks of grey through it, similar to Jason's dark auburn with the white stripe. He smiles talking lowly to Gary at the register before turning and walking towards them. He doesn't carry a weapon, but he doesn't need one. He reminds Jason of a tiger, all lean muscle, coiled and ready to pounce.

Jason meets his eyes, the crystal blue, like what he had before, widen slightly. He wonders what the man sees as Jason stands.

“You look so much like your mother.” is what the man says silencing the bar beside the radio. Everyone's attention is on them again

“I think I look like you.” he responds offering his hand “Jason”

“Richard, but you knew that.” he sits beside Jerome, a beer and an order of fries appear on the table soon after

Jason meets his eyes and is surprised when he can't get a read on the man, beyond the surface level. His hands are scarred from fighting and work, he's content because he has nothing to fear.

“If I’d known about you, you would have been living with me and not him.” the venom in the Russians' voice is surprising. His hand clenches around the bottle. A silent agreement of the two to not speak of the other life before till in private

Jason hums “who was she?”

“Her name is Sandra WOo-San, one of my biggest rivals in the Martial Arts scenes, she had you, then not too long after she slept with that Cain fella, and had your half-sister. I don't know what her name is or where she is, just that Cain raised her to be a fighter.” he polished off his beer and fries as he talked. The man looks at Jason

“Come on i'll take you back to the house, and we can talk more there.” Richard hums standing tossing down a couple of bills “thanks, Jerome.”

“Of course Richard, call if you need anything. That goes for both of you.” he nods to Jason.

Jason climbs into the passenger seat of an old ford escalade that has seen better days.

Dragon just sits there for a second “I am really sorry, I wish I knew about you before your passing. Sandra, you’d know her better as Shiva, only told me about you after you were dead in the ground.“ he shifts the truck into reverse and backs out onto the road, before pulling onto the road

Jason looks out the window as he rides, unable to look at the older man whose regret is nearly palatable. “I was only dead for five months. no one knows what brought me back. I only got my mind back after Talia dropped me in the pit.”

He hears the shocked inhale “where. Where have you been this whole time?”

“Talia found me wandering Gotham as a Zombie. She took me back to Nana Parbat. We guessed at first at how long I'd been back. I was mindless for over a year, she said. Left her son with me. Damian is his name. He brought me out of pit madness after I was put under. I spent a year and a half on her Leviathan guard before Ras started to take notice of me. She sent me around the world to various teachers before I spent the last year training with the All Caste.”

Jason looks over when the man doesn't say anything, there's pride radiating off him, “sounds like you've learned a lot. Why did you come here, Jerome said you asked for me by name.”

“Ducra sent me here said I need to learn tranquility” he responded

“And Talia?” Dragon asks slowing to turn

“She knows I'm looking for you, I haven't told her anything,” he responds

Dragon nods “good, it'll stay that way, I have no need for the Demons to come for me.”

“Does anyone?” Jason asks and Dragon huffs a laugh

“Absolutely not. “ a small ranch house comes into view surrounded by cars and trucks in various states of disrepair. Jason climbs out looking around his eyes going to the muscle cars

He hears Dragon grunt, turning to face the man, he's pulling metal and scrap work out of the bed of the truck. Jason moves to help but is waved off.

“Go inside, the guest room is straight back past the kitchen across from the backdoor” Jason nods and after a moment heads inside. It's a standard hunters cabin on the interior, several sets of various deer and Moose antlers line the wall up the stairs. The kitchen counters are covered in fresh produce and cleaned dishes. He continues past into the narrow hall, the guest room as a bed, a dresser, and a safe in the closet.

Jason sits on the bed listening to the springs squeak and the birds outside. He fishes the burner phone out of his backpack looking at Talias number

“Help yourself to the kitchen kid, I'll be out in the barn if you need anything.” Dragons say after knocking on the door frame

Jason turns the phone off and stands “anything I can help with?”

Dragon smiles and waves for him to follow. Jason tosses the phone on to the bed without a second look. NEXT

#jason todd #far cry 5 fanfiction #far cry 5 #jason todd fanfiction #jerome jeffries #richard dragon #talia al ghul

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grave-gift · 5 years ago

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hey, come watch some horror movies with me

Hey all! So Night Vale has been running some Quarantine Variety Shows during these trying times on Patreon for their $10 tier and up patrons and the next one coming up on Monday is Jeffery and Cecil discussing some cult classic horror movies.

Now, I have extremely little background with horror but I’ve been wanting to get into it a bit and this seems like a great opportunity - except I’m self-isolated by myself and also I’m an absolute baby. So, me and @nopenotjoshua are gonna watch these together!

If you’re also a baby with horror but want to see Evil Dead 2 (you don’t need to have seen Evil Dead!) and/or The Wicker Man before the variety show, you’re welcome to join us April 3rd, at 3 pm PST/6 pm EST. You don’t need to be a patreon (or even a fan of wtnv) to join us! We’re just chilling with some movies.

Watch this post, set a reminder in your phone - I’ll be reblogging it with the watch2gether link the day of. Hope to see you there!

#wtnv #welcome to night vale #watch2gether #it'll be fun! i will freak out in the chat A LOT it'll be entertaining

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ingek73 · 6 years ago

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The press were never in a post-Leveson straitjacket

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Leveson inquiry witness Christopher Jefferies responds to an article on legal battles between the newspapers and the Duke and Duchess of Sussex

Published: 18:17 Friday, 11 October 2019

Prince Harry and Meghan, Duchess of Sussex

Jane Martinson says of the legal battles between Prince Harry and the tabloid press that “wherever your sympathies lie, there are also unlikely to be any winners” (Royals v press: The Sussexes may win the battle but still lose the war, 7 October). It has always suited journalists to suggest it is unwise for victims of illegality to pursue justice against newspaper publishers. When my libel action against several newspaper groups succeeded, I was clearly the winner. The newspapers that smeared me were the losers.

Ms Martinson says: “Some privacy campaigners argue that the current state of the relationship between the young royals and the media is a sign of the press newly flexing its muscles after years in a post-Leveson straitjacket.”

What post-Leveson straitjacket could she be referring to? The national press industry has failed to join a Leveson-style regulator, instead persisting with the Independent Press Standards Organisation, a rehash of the discredited Press Complaints Commission which, after five years, has yet to order a single investigation, fine or front-page correction against a national paper.

Before journalists persuade themselves that the press has improved, I suggest that they ask the victims of the Manchester bombings, or Bataclan, or indeed the thousands of other individuals affected by press abuse every year.

Christopher Jefferies

Retired schoolmaster, Leveson inquiry witness and patron of the Hacked Off campaign

#duke and duchess of sussex #duke of sussex #duchess of sussex #prince harry #meghan markle #press #royal reporters #brf

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kindtobechurlish · 2 years ago

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I have learned some about my patron, Robert E. Lee, and now I know how to be heard just to not have reproach when I am not in rule! By what justice, punishment, you mete - you will be measured! All I can do is make my case, and show I don’t like being treated like a stranger in my own country.

That white woman hears about negroes, and with her you just are to do better. “Do better.�� Now, that maiden is, that mistress, she has the ragtime effects also! Ragtime was a hit! Now, that German boor isn’t saying, “negro, negro”, he aged and learned, and by that he is a husbandman, so now white people are white people and the threat is that negro. Nathan Bedford Forrest II. The NAACP moved negroes from the rural to the city, and after then there was a great migration to the mid west. “Negro.” When that negro wants guns, you want restrictions, the idea is shown in the city, and when you get money to get away from poverty, the city, or are established by land, then you want a gun because of GOD AND COUNTRY! “We need to protect our family”, and that feminist who was in the city but she moved to Florida or Texas, she says, “ok Jeffery”, and now Jeff has his TOOL!

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canadian-buckbeaver · 8 years ago

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The Stars in Your Eyes

Finally, after so long, Chara has brought the Underswap Monsters to the Surface. Everyone seems to be adjusting well, getting new carers, new relationships... all except Berry. He seems to be falling behind. But all that changes when he takes cooking lessons with a slightly familiar flame monster, and another Universe is released from the Underground.

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When they first reached the Surface, after so long of his brother speaking of it and of him dreaming of it, little Sans had been entranced by the great ball of fire, the sun. How could something be that big and that warm and yet still be many, many miles away from them? He would have to ask Undyne again how it worked again, but later.

His brother, the tall and lanky, Papyrus, ever dressed in his signature orange hoodie, had been staring at the sun too. Not in the entranced way that Sans was, but in the way that one looks as if they fear that they will see something for the last time. Full of desperation and an odd helpless hunger. His depression was getting worse. Sans had been worried about him. Papyrus, although no stranger to night terrors and these odd bouts of depression, looked worse than he had ever seen him before. Chara, the little pink-cheeked human that had released them from the Underground, had walked up to him, noticing his sad expression. “Never again,” she had whispered quietly, seemingly promising something to him. “I'll never Reset again. This was the last time.”

Papyrus had looked at the small human before looking away and looking over the cliff. “I hope so, kid. I don't think I can forgive you for ripping us away from this ever again.”

Chara had looked slightly stricken but had silently nodded, resignation in her face. Sans had watched the strange encounter between them with some confusion. What was a Reset? Why was Papyrus acting like this wasn't his first time seeing the sun or the Surface?

And why did it seem like he and Chara had a bit of a… ugly personal history, for the lack of better words?

* * * * *

Months had come and gone and Sans slowly grew accustomed to this new and wonderful world. Luckily, the humans did not seem to mind the monsters. They actually seemed rather fascinated by them.

The monsters were also slowly settling within their new positons. Although not a monster, Chara was their ambassador between them and the humans and had tried to get the best positions possible for all of them. They had taken into account all their personal likes, dislikes and opinions on everything and brought that towards the humans in charge. Alphys had not been able to keep her position with guards, but she had been hired as a gym teacher at a local school, a perfect fit for the bossy and energetic lizard. Both Undyne and Papyrus had been taken in as research assistants at an offshoot of a hospital lab. Sans… well he hadn't found anything yet. After so many long and tedious years of hunting for humans and yearning to join the guards…

Well… it was only natural that he had a bit of an adjustment period, right? He did nothing but throw his absolute best into everything. However, to be completely honest, it had seemed like a lot of his ‘drive’ had disappeared. He began to slow his quick and restless movements and, though, his smile was still ever present on his face, but it was not nearly as overly big or cheerful. It did not sparkle or scream of the joy or zealous attitude that he had once for life. Papyrus had been slightly worried, even having Undyne check him over. But there was nothing physically wrong with him. Sans HP hadn't fallen, nor were his bones cracking and grey. He was still the picture of health! He just needed to find his new focus Undyne had told him.

Find his focus…. That made sense.

Now… what could he focus on?

Sans started a couple dead end jobs, starting out in a couple fast food restaurants to bring in some extra money but, it wasn’t his style. The food was made without love or care, the patrons loud, rude and demanding. No wonder Papyrus always needed to nap at the end of such a shift. He tried a cashier's position at the local supermarket but Sans just couldn't focus. There was something else, something more for him, or something that he was missing.

But what? What could the Magnificent Sans be missing?

Undyne had brought up the idea of a mate but there was just no one that made him truly happy. Humans that dated him were more interested in his bones than anything, and the monsters he had seen as friends. Nothing more. Things weren't looking good for Sans.

He found himself in school, cooking school, to his delight. It was even being headed by another monster. An orange, crackling fire monster named Grillby. This elemental reminded Sans of Swirllby back in Underswap. Both wore suits and glasses, both were bartenders, and of course both were fire elemental monsters. This orange fire monster seemed more serious, more down to earth than the yellow and robust Swirllby. This Grillby was an amazing teacher though. Sans was learning to make more than just his famous and delicious tacos. In just his first week of cooking classes he had surprised Papyrus with a perfect burger and fries – just greasy enough to satisfy his unhealthy tooth, but still low in fat to be somewhat healthy for the skinny bones. It was a bit like the old days, and Sans found some of his energy returning. His smile widened and the sparkle began to return to his eye sockets.

There was still something though…

One day in school they were learning the finer arts of pasta making he overheard the other students of his class talking.

“You've seen it right? The lights are on in that cave again.” The red-haired male had whispered to his cooking partner.

“Do you think more monsters are coming?” She had whispered to him.

“I'm not sure, but if there are, I hope they are as friendly as the ones that have already crossed.”

Sans was excited and confused. Lights on in the cave? Perhaps more monsters from the other side of the Underground were finally escaping. There had been a few that were hesitant to come, preferring to remain in the safety of known, the deadly and violent tales of humans still echoing through their ears. The Underground had been all they had known and a few had been loath to leave.

Perhaps he could show them around! Teach them the ways of the Surface life.

Over supper he had told Papyrus his plan. Papyrus had looked at him over his small mountain of lasagna, seemingly puzzled. But the stars in Sans' eyes had returned, along with a look of determination. One that he hadn't seen in a long, long time.

So Papyrus decided against telling that there were no more monsters left in the Underground. That all of Swap had eventually joined the others on the Surface…

And that the barrier had resealed behind them, trapping them, for better or for worse, with the humans and the sun above.

Days came and went, and Sans heard no more about lights on in the cave. Perhaps a false alarm or nothing but a rumour. He sighed and continued about his daily routine.

About a month later and Sans found himself home alone. It was Friday, his day off from school and he had spent it cleaning and doing laundry, the little things that had happened to pile up around the house while the rest of them were busy. Chara had only a half day at school and had asked if they could be picked up today so, at eleven o'clock sharp, he tied on his signature blue bandana and stepped outside.

He stepped outside and took a deep breath. The air was so clear and clean here. Sometimes smoggy with exhaust but today was perfect. It had rained the night before so the air was still crisp and fresh. The birds were still chirping and singing and the sky blue without a cloud in the sky. After mentally debating for a bit, Sans decided that a bit of exercise could do them all good. He slowly walked to the school, waving to the neighbours.

Sans noticed that Mr. Jeffery's house had sold. Oh good! New neighbours! It would make a good impression to bring over a plate of freshly baked cookies later. Be neighbourly. Perhaps there would be someone for Papyrus to talk to. Undyne and him had always been good friends, but after working together for so long, they needed a bit of a break from each other. Not to mention his recent break up with Muffet. They had tried to hide the split but nothing stayed hidden for too long from Sans if he put his mind to it… perhaps while he had Chara alone he should ask her about the Resets. Papyrus was being very tight lipped about the whole ordeal…

Well. First Chara, then cookies, and then see what else he could fit into the day.

Sans made it to the school in record time. But, to his surprise, Chara wasn't waiting for him at their meeting place alone. She was talking animatedly to someone, one who looked exactly like her. Heck they could almost be mistaken for twins if Sans didn’t know any better.

Sans stopped and rubbed his sockets. Nope, definitely not a dream. He was seeing double.

As if sensing him, both human children turned at once to him. Sans felt his soul stutter in his chest. The other kid that Chara was talking to, really looked exactly like her, from the shade of brown in her hair, to the slightly unusual colouring of her skin. The only difference was that she had closed eyes, appearing in a squint. A small shiver rain down his spine at the sight of this strange child. He could have sworn that he had seen this child before but how? Chara was the only human that had fallen into the Underground in his lifetime.

Déjà vu perhaps as Undyne said.

“Sans!” Chara's blood red irises sparkled. “Sans I did it! I made a new friend!”

Sans shook off his uncomfortable feelings. Chara had finally made a new friend after months of difficulty. It turns out that human children did not fully appreciate other children who were different. He needed to be happy for her. “Why hello there small human! It is I, the Magnificent Sans! It is a pleasure to meet you.” He grinned at the closed-eyes human, his eyes big, round and the bluest-blue, sparkles shimmering deep in the irises but no stars as pupils.

The human stared at him in awe. Sans couldn't blame them. After all, he was talking skeleton that couldn't be mistaken for anything less fantastic.

“No way. Your name is Sans too?” they asked him.

Sans felt his smile grow. “Wowie! We both have the same name? You must be very magnificent as well.”

Both humans giggled at him. “No! My name isn't Sans, silly. My name is Frisk. But my friend's name is. If he comes today.”

“Well then I, the great Sans, will wait with you until they show your friend arrives!”

Frisk sighed wistfully at Sans before she looked over at Chara. “I'm so jealous. Wait till you meet my asshole friends.”

Sans would have called her out on her language but, after living with the humans for so long, Sans had long since come to terms that humans did not care about the atrocious terms that they used. They would continue using it, even when asked to stop. It appeared to be a second nature to them.

They had only waited for about five minutes when Frisk sighed. “Oh no… why him? And why is he still wearing that stupid costume?”

Looking up Sans saw a tall, thin skeleton marching towards them. Even from a distance he could sense the authoritative air that this other skeleton had around him. He wore a long, red torn scarf that fluttered around their neck, a slick leather jacket, and tall red boots.

They reminded him a bit like…

“FRISK! FINALLY! THERE’S YOUR SORRY ASS.” The skeleton spat as he came close.

Frisk huffed at the tall skeleton. “Took you fucking long enough, Papyrus…” Suddenly Sans was grateful that he hadn't mentioned the language to the human. His little spiel wouldn't have had any effect at all, especially if this was who she was going home to. “We’ll you're late. The Great and Terrible Papyrus running behind schedule?” Frisk taunted.

The tall skeleton actually snarled at the small human. “DON'T TEMPT ME, WORM. YOU MAY REMEMBER THAT IT WAS MY LAZY SHIT OF A BROTHER WHO HAD PROMISED TO PICK YOU UP. YOU'RE LUCKY THAT I CAME INSTEAD WHEN I COULDN'T WAKE HIM OUT OF HIS MUSTARD INDUCED HAZE.”

Frisk huffed at him. “Well, while I was waiting for you I met Chara and Sans. Be polite and introduce yourself properly.” She said, introducing them to this other Papyrus.

Suddenly Sans found his jaw roughly being seized and being thoroughly examined by the other skeleton. Those piercing red slits of eye lights seemed to peer right through him, as if he was looking for something in particular. Sans couldn’t make a move, those eyes froze him to the spot, right where he stood. Blue eyes met red, both skeletons looking deep into each other’s eyes, trying to see through to their souls. Finally, after a long moment, he was released from the rough grip. “HOW PECULIAR. YOU HAVE THE SAME NAME AS MY BROTHER, YET YOU APPEAR TO BE NOTHING LIKE HIM.” He looked closer into Sans’ eyes. “AND STAR PUPILS… HOW ODD…” His pupils must have changed as this Papyrus looked him over.

Sans rubbed at his cheeks. “You look exactly like mine too, yet are definitely nothing like him. Particularly with your loud mouth.” He sputtered back, surprised at the gall that this skeleton had. Who greets a new friend like that? Wasn’t a handshake the norm of greeting one another? He would have to double check with Chara when they got home.

The other skeleton grinned, looking slightly sinister. “SUCH AN ATTITUDE TOWARDS ME WOULD NEVER BE ALLOWED IN UNDERFELL. YOU WOULD BE DUST BEFORE YOU HAD TIME TO FALL TO YOUR KNEES AND BEG FOR MY MERCY.”

UnderFell? What sort of name was that? He and his brother were from Snowdin, UnderSwap at that. Or was this skeleton making up fictionAL names on the spot?

“Well you would have definitely been put into Community Service if you were in UnderSwap. How dare you speak to a trainee of the Royal Guards like that!” Sans stated back.

This sharp Papyrus roared with laughter, causing Sans to flush a bright, brilliant blue. “WHAT SORT OF PUNISHMENT IS THAT, LITTLE SANS? YOU’RE ONLY A TRAINEE AFTER ALL. MEANWHILE I AM THE CAPTAIN OF THE ROYAL GUARDS, COMPLETE MASTERMIND OF THE INCREDIBLY DEADLY DOOMSDAY FIELDS…” Frisk sighed loudly and rolled her eyes, obviously having heard this speech before. “He’s captain?” Chara asked. “What happened to Alphys?”

“Alphys? Papyrus won control of the Royal Guards from Undyne, shortly just before I fell.” Frisk said looking thoughtful. “I wonder if the other monsters are also switched.”

“Well he did say that Sans is the lazy monster…” Chara said.

“AS MUCH AS I APPRECIATE MEETING NEW MONSTERS AND SPREADING THE TALES OF MY GREATNESS, WE ARE VERY MUCH BEHIND SCHEDULE.” Papyrus said, grabbing hold of Frisk’s arm and pulling her harshly towards him. “WE MUST BE OFF SMALL CREATURES. HOWEVER, IF YOU EVER WISH TO LAY YOUR EYES ON SUCH GREATNESS AGAIN, YOU CAN MAKE THE PROPER APPOINTMENT AND WE CAN MEET AGAIN.”

“36 Samodiva drive!” Frisk said, trotting to keep up with Papyrus’ long gait.

Sans let out a little groan. “Mr.Jeffery’s old house.” He explained unnecessarily to Chara. Looks like he had met their new neighbours after all. Chara only giggled and ran up to keep pace with her new friend and continue whatever they were talking about before the skeletons showed up. As Sans began to follow them he realized that his soul was doing little somersaults in his chest, feeling lighter than it had in a very long time. He could still feel the slight burn of his blush on his cheeks…

What did that mean?

* * * * *

The days started to come and go at a far more pleasant pace. Gone were the achingly long days, where the sun tip toed across the sky, making the moon goddess wait for her turn to cross the stage. Sans, or Berry now as the monsters had taken to calling him, went along with what was now considered normal life. He would wake up, make sure that Chara and Papy, woke up on time for work and school, he would make breakfast for them, and then he would go to school himself.

More often than not he would see Frisk running out the door for school, the child always giving him a small, friendly wave before running down the street.

Cooking classes started to become more interesting for Berry. Grillby had began to introduce the class to more heartier dishes, more noodles and fulfilling stir fries, not just soups and simmering for half the class. Perhaps this is what caused Berry to begin to feel more determined than ever. He was finally beginning to enjoy cooking class, showing off what he could do. This feeling only intensified when the sharp toothed Papyrus joined his cooking classes. Though they never worked together in the same group, Berry found himself trying vainly to catch his eye. Even as he began to earn top marks in his dishes, that red gaze still stayed away from his blue eyes.

Berry couldn’t understand himself or these odd feelings in his chest. He seemed to be looking forward to catching sight of the tall, dark skeleton monster, his soul always giving a small flutter when he saw him. It had never felt like this, not even when he saw Napstabot in concert that time with his brother. Berry chalked it up to finally meeting another version of his brother. Every so often he would see another version of their villagers. He still had yet to see the other Sans but, if what Edge looked like was any indication… Well, this other Sans had to be pointy and dangerous too, right? The thought rattled around his skull every so often.

It was about a month after the Fells joined everyone on the Surface when Grillby called to Berry during one of the cooking class. “Berry. Will you see me after class?” he had asked, his pure white eyes looking at him.

Grillby’s voice never rose above a whisper, yet each word was strong, carried to their ears by a warm gentle wind, encouraging them to listen. When he laughed, as he rarely did, it sounded like the soft crackle of embers… Berry was quietly staring at him before he realized that he was watching his teacher with a stoic empty gaze. “Oh!” Berry exclaimed. “No… No… Not at all… I mean! Yes! Yes I will see you after class.” Berry blushed brightly as his teammate for the day giggled quietly. Across from the room those red eyes lifted from the boiling water for a second, looking up at the other skeleton, before they returned to their task.

It seemed to take forever for the last student to trickle out of Grillby’s classroom but finally they were alone. “Yes, Grillby?” he asked as Grillby locked the door behind the last student.

“Berry, I feel like you are no longer challenged by my class.” Grillby told him, getting straight to the point.

Berry looked down at his hands and slowly shook his head. “When… when we were under the Surface my brother was pretty set against me joining the Royal Guards. Instead he had me trained in the kitchens and cooking. I have learned a few new dishes, and I enjoy it here, it’s… well, as you said. It’s not a challenge to me.”

Grillby hummed in thought, scratching his hand through his fiery hair, causing little orange sparks to float off of him. Berry had to giggle. Seemed like the fire elemental, for being a top notch chef, had a bad case of dandruff. “How about this instead. I run my own bar just off campus. Tomorrow you start as my assistant chef. Think of it as your practicum.” He said, looking at the little skeleton monster for confirmation.

“What? Are… are you serious?” being Grillby’s practicum student… it was unheard of that Grillby would take students from his own class to work with him. Grillby nodded again, no words this time. “Yes… yes sir!”

There was a larger smile. “Very well Berry… I’ll see you tomorrow then. Three o’clock. Don’t be tardy. I don’t let my own mates be late, so there’s no excuse for you, student or not.”

* * * * *

It was two thirty and Berry was already in front of the bar, eagerly pacing. He had been so excited that he had left home as soon as he could and had ran over. It seems like he had beat the fire monster there though. He looked at his little wrist watch and sighed. His brother always did say that he was eager to make a good impression…

“Here already?” a smooth, crackling voice asked him.

Berry jumped and whirled around. There was Grillby. He was somehow dressed even more formally than in the classroom. It had to be the bowtie. “Er… yes. You did tell me not to be late.” Berry said, smiling wildly.

Grillby smiled. “I suppose I did.” He pulled out a ring of keys from his pocket. “Come on then. You can help me set up. We’ll just keep the doors locked behind us until we are ready for everyone.”

For the next three hours, Berry worked harder than he ever had in Grillby’s class. He wiped down counters, tables and seats, washed countless dishes, making sure everything sparkled in the low lights, before helping Grillby prep the food that he would need right away for the hungry monsters. As five drew closer Berry could see a small gathering of monsters and humans outside of the bar. “My regulars.” Explained Grillby, noticing Berry’s curious gaze.

“How… how long have you been on the Surface?” Berry asked him It seemed as if the regulars were very comfortable with one another, open and laughing, casually joking with each other.

“About five years.”

Berry couldn’t believe it. “So long already?” he asked. No wonder the humans were used to the sight of other monsters. They had plenty of time to adjust to the thoughts and sight of monsters walking amongst them.

“Yes… they’ve flown by… the best five years of my life.” Grill by said softly, dusting off two photographs. The one that Berry could see held two flame elements in the picture, in a place that looked like Snowdin. The other… it was a picture of Grillby and two other silhouettes.

“Ready to open up?” Grillby asked, checking the stove and oil. Hot and ready for everything.

Berry nodded and walked over to the door. He took a deep breath before unlocking the doors and opening them.

* * * * *

It was during that first hour of work that Berry knew that he had made the right choice. He was on his feet, constantly running around. He was grabbing food or drinks for the patrons, making cheerful small talk and feeling comfortable. Yes, he was feeling like his old self again. Even the humans were making sure that he felt warm and welcome. Though that could have always been the ever presence of Grillby making them feel that…

No… Berry had a feeling that it wasn’t.

“Hey Grillz. Ya gotta helper today.” A voice drawled. Berry turned away from the counter he was wiping to look at the other monster. A short, small skeleton in a black furred jacket sat on the stool. He looked rough, like he had been in a few skirmishes, with cracks dotting his skull and his other visible bones. He looked to be the stereotypical trouble type of monster with a collar around his vertebrae, his golden tooth, his fangs and his red eye lights.

Red eye lights…

Berry wondered.

“Good evening Red… was beginning to think that you wouldn’t make it out here today.” Grillby said, approaching him.

Red shrugged. “Ya know how prissy the Boss can be… but I was lucky and the others talked him into it, not that he had a choice.” Grillby seemed to roll his eyes and chuckle softly before sliding him a yellow bottle, but saying nothing in return. “Happy Friday.” Red said, tipping the bottle towards Berry before taking a sip.

“It’s Thursday.”

“Friday somewhere already.” Red said, sighing slightly as he came up for air. “What does it take to get a menu around here?” he asked.

“Aren’t you getting your usual? Burger and fries to stay. And then a spicy steak sandwich with spicy ketchup and bacon with an order of fries, and an order of combination noodles and sweet-and-sour pork, those items to go?” Grillby asked him curiously.

The skeleton chuckled. “I’ve been here less than a month and you already know me as well as my own Grillby…” he said, clinking the tags on his collar with a finger. There were two different tags on it, Berry realized. Both tags were circular but one was red, the other purple coloured. The bartender gave a quick, business smile and began to cook the food, having the burger and fries ready within moments, and turning back to the burners deal with the other food. Red hummed happily and began to eat.

Berry ran around, helping the other customers before returning to the front of the bar. Red ate his food quickly. In the time it took Berry to make a lap around the area, Red had ate his hamburger and was working on the last of his fries.

Almost like he was used to losing food as soon as he got it.

“You’ve been staring at me a lot. If you have a question just ask me. I won’t bite… hard.” Red said, popping the last fry in his mouth.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to be rude!” Berry exclaimed, again a light blue flush coming to his cheeks.

“Well you were so you might as well ask me.” Red grumbled, watching as Grillby finished his last part of the order.

“Just… just where I come from I don’t see many collars. We usually put them around pets so monsters would know who to return them to.” Berry tried to explain, somehow making himself more embarrassed.

Red listened to him, pulling slightly at the sturdy leather wrapped around his vertebrae. “That’s what we do in Underfell too.” He said. “Collars are for pets, or to symbolize what belongs to you. Your property. Though there…” he picked slightly at his fangs, “it was more of a warning of who you were messing with.”

“But you wear it like a choker.” Blue said, astounded at how calm Red was explaining all of this to him.

A curt nod. “That’s because I belong to someone… two special someones actually.” His gaze became softer as he tapped at the dogs tags again. The light caught the tags differently, exposing the engravings on the tags. Single letters were engraved on both tags – the red tag had an N, while the purple had a P on it. This monster seemed to be more full of riddles and half answers, than any real answers.

Grillby handed Red the bag. “I assume this is being put on your tab?” he asked, a raised brow on his face.

“Heh…. I’m going to have to find a new place to eat. You really do know me too well.” Red said, grabbing hold of the bag. In a flash he was gone, teleported away. The only sign that he was ever there was the empty mustard bottle at the spot that he had sat.

These monsters really were odd, Berry determined before going back to serving the other patrons.

* * * * *

The last of the patrons finally cleared out as Berry and Grillby set to returning the bar to some sort of normality. Floors were swept and moped, counters and appliances scrubbed till clean…

“For everything that was eaten tonight, it didn’t take too long to prepare everything.” Berry noted as he was stacking chairs on top of the tables.

Grillby nodded. “I also have a morning crew while I am teaching. They do a lot more prep and through cleaning than we could accomplish in a single night… I owe a lot to my staff.” He grinned and laughed softly, sparks emitting from his fiery hair again.

Berry smiled. It seemed like Grillby was very genuine, as a business man, chef and teacher…

He was fortunate to have met him.

There was a small crack, causing Berry to startle and jump, whirling to meet the disturbance. A tall lanky skeleton, dressed in an outfit similar to the Royal Guards of the Underground, and a small, stout skeleton dressed in a blue jacket stood behind him, settling from the force of their teleport. A red scarf and grey hood swayed softly in the artificial breeze. Berry blinked and rubbed at his eye sockets. These… these were other versions of him and his brother, another Sans and Papyrus. Not Fells but…

“There you guys are.” Grillby said, a small pink flush coming to his cheeks as he leaned over the counter. “I was wondering if you guys forgot about me.”

“FORGET ABOUT YOU? NEVER! IT WAS SIMPLY THAT THE LAZY BONES FELL ASLEEP ON THE COUCH AGAIN AND WAKING HIM UP… WELL YOU KNOW HOW WELL THAT GOES OVER.” The tall, other Papyrus said, looking over at Grillby.

Sans chuckled. “sorry Grillz. i was bone tired.”

Berry and Papyrus groaned as Grillby shook his head. The small noise caused the two skeletons to look over at him. “WOWIE! THIS MOST BE THE STUDENT YOU WERE TALKING ABOUT!” the Papyrus said, walking over to Berry and stretching out a hand. “IT’S NICE TO MEET YOU. GRILLBY TALKS ABOUT YOU AND SPEAKS THE WORLD OF YOUR COOKING. I AM THE GREAT PAPYRUS, BUT I AM SURE THAT YOU KNEW THAT ALREADY. GRILLBY SAYS YOU ALSO HAVE A BROTHER WITH THE SAME NAME AS I…” Papyrus continued to talk, still pumping Berry’s hand like an excited motor.

“and i’m Sans.” The other skeleton gently pried him out of Papyrus never ending handshake. “nice to meet ya. like Paps says, Grillz speaks very highly of you.”

“Especially after tonight…. I think my restaurant is in trouble.” Grillby snorted at the outrage that the three skeletons made. “Berry, I’m sure you already know their names but this the short one is Sans, and the tall one is Papyrus. They are my mates.” He said to Berry carefully, his cheeks still slightly flushed.

Berry wasn’t fazed by this. In Swap, though it was unusual for a monster to have more than one partner, it was not unheard of. “It’s very nice to meet you.” he said with a wide smile. “You guys are lucky! Grillby must make sure that you guys are fed well every night.”

The three other monsters’ shoulders relaxed slightly and their grins became more genuine. “Paps actually does most of the cooking.” The other Sans admitted. “Grillby is busy with his teaching and the bar, and apparently my cooking goes unappreciated.”

“IT IS NOT THAT YOUR COOKING GOES UNAPPRECIATED, BROTHER, IT IS THAT YOUR COOKING CONSISTS OF EITHER HOT DOGS AND KETCHUP, OR COMING HERE TO PICK UP YOUR ORDER!” Papyrus said, causing the two skeleton brothers to good naturally argue with each other.

“Is your brother picking you up?” Grillby asked over Papyrus and Sans’ commotion, “I’m sure we can shortcut our way to your place before we head home.”

Berry grinned. “He should be home any moment…” he said, “he was probably just sleeping on the couch…”

“tell me, who was sleeping on the couch?” a lazy voice asked. Papy was behind him, a sparkle in his eye lights and an odd red and white toque on his skull. When he had he gotten such a hat? It clashed with his orange pullover…

Seriously, the nerve of this skeleton.

Papyrus, Papy, Sans and Grillby were introduced and shook hands quickly. It seemed like Papyrus and Sans were in a hurry to get Grillby home.

“Alright Berry…” the orange flame monster said, yawning as the other two skeletons pulled him towards them. “I’ll give you the day off of school tomorrow, but I’ll be expecting you here, same time…. and the next day you’ll be at school.”

“Of course Chef!” Berry grinned, feeling his own eye sockets become heavy and his body begin to lean against his brother. “Tomorrow…”

He barely felt his brother’s teleport home or being tucked into bed. The next thing he was aware of was curling into his warm blankets and pillows, a large smile on his face as he began to fall asleep…

* * * * *

Next morning Berry managed to wake everyone up on time and shoo them out the door for school and work, Papy still insisting on wearing the goofy hat. He would have to ask him about that later…

The day passed quickly. Berry crawled back into his bed after the others left, waking about two hours later feeling more refreshed and happy than he had in a while. After giving the house some much needed attention (how does that many dishes accumulate in one day?) Berry began to prepare to leave. He still needed to give himself plenty of time to get to Grillby’s bar.

Excitement growing, he quickly opened the door, almost walking into Edge who was posed to knock on the door.

“Oh… afternoon Edge. How was school today?” Berry asked, smiling at the slightly confused monster.

Edge’s hand retreated back to his side. “BORING AS ALWAYS. IF GRILLBY WANTS US TO FRY THE MEAT, THERE NEEDS TO BE MORE FIRE.” he said, voicing a common compliant in Grillby’s class. It wasn’t “dangerous” enough for him. He needed a better challenge… the list went on.

Berry chuckled politely before stepping out onto their porch. “Perhaps once we become more experienced and take the advanced classes we’ll be able to.” Berry suggested, locking the door.

Edge growled slightly. Berry knew a little about the large monster, but it was very apparent that he was an impatient creature. “YOU WEREN’T AT SCHOOL TODAY.” He stated. “YOU WEREN’T SICK, WERE YOU?” he asked.

Berry shook his head. “No, Grillby gave me the day off because we were working at his bar till late.” Berry said. “I’m headed there now…”

“WILL YOU BE COMING BACK TO THE CLASS?”

“Well of course. I still have to do the written portion of the tests and assignments, I’ll just be doing the cooking with Gril- why do you ask Edge?” Berry looked up at him. Edge had almost sounded concerned, worried that he wouldn’t be at school anymore…

“I WAS JUST CONCERNED THAT YOU WERE COMING DOWN WITH WHAT OUR HUMAN CLASSMATES CALL THE FLU, IS ALL.” Edge stated, growling a little. “HOWEVER, IT SEEMS LIKE MY FEARS WERE UNFOUNDED. VERY WELL, I SHALL AWAIT YOUR RETURN.” Edge said, turning and walking into his own house, leaving a bewildered Berry on the sidewalk.

For the rest of the night Berry wondered about Edge. Was Edge really concerned for him? Or was he more concerned that Berry wouldn’t ever be attending school again?

* * * * *

The thought echoed through Berry’s skull all through his shift. The night flew by in a blur of movement, drinks and food. It seemed to be just as busy as last night and yet… Berry wasn’t retaining any of it. He was on autopilot – doing the odd jobs and the orders that he was requested of, but mentally, he remained up on the porch, looking up at the handsome skeleton…

“you’re not here, are ya champ?” a voice asked him.

Sans, Grillby’s mate. The blue hoodied skeleton tipped a bottle of ketchup to him in a jaunty salute, familiar to Red’s.

Berry grinned at him. “Is this what Papyrus calls you cooking?” he joked, finding a moment to talk to the other version of him.

The skeleton chuckled. “more like Paps is having anime night with my Undyne and Alphys so it’s me home alone until Grillby gets home… but that’s not what i asked. where is your mind tonight? you look many, many miles from here though you still manage to serve everyone…” Sans asked, finishing up the bottle and looking up at him.

Berry looked down at the glass he was rubbing clean. “Isn’t is supposed to be the opposite way? The bartender asking the patron?”

“that’s only in movies,” Sans said, waving it away. “wait… you have your mind on a monster. you have the same expression on your face that Paps did when he and Grillby first started dating.” Berry flushed bright blue. Was he that easy to read? “come on,” Sans smiled, “i’m you, so i know that i’m right. who is it?” he asked.

Berry huffed at him. “You’re awfully nosey…” he complained. Sans shrugged, just leaning forward on the counter, listening intently. Berry sighed. “Fine… I was thinking of one of the other monsters that is in the cooking class with Grillby and I…”

“Is it Boss?” Red asked, sitting next to the other Sans.

Berry yelped. Was there no privacy in this establishment?

“Boss…?” Sans asked the red, fanged skeleton.

“My brother. He was Boss of the Royal Guards…. Let’s call it an old habit.” Red explained, catching the mustard that Berry slid to him, passing the ketchup to Sans.

Sans wiggled his bros. “and here i thought that poor Berry was too innocent to have a crush.” He teased gently, winking at the small blue skeleton.

Red shook his head. “What is the world coming to, am I right?” he eyed Berry. “But, I’m going to give you some advice kid…” he leaned forward across the counter. “You’ve captured Boss’ attention, piqued his interest. If you want to act, now would be the time.” he said.

A bag was placed in front of Red. “Are you two distracting my employee?” Grillby asked them.

Both the ketchup and mustard bottles wiggled at Grillby. “no he has been very attentive to us,” Sans said, grinning as he took another sip.

Red grabbed the bag and stepped down from the stool. “Thanks for the grub, Grillby.” He said, smiling at the flame monster. His red eyes, much like his brother’s, found Berry’s. “My brother has always wondered about going somewhere where he can put his guard down for a moment, let himself relax… and he has always wondered what I see in the stars.” Red again winked at him. “Maybe you can teach him. We haven’t been able to…” he said, playing with his tags before teleporting from the bar. Leaving Berry with all sorts of thoughts echoing around in his head.

* * * * *

“… and there! See those three stars all in a row? That’s Orion the hunter! He was placed in the stars by Artemis, the Greek goddess of the hunt and moon…” Berry explained, pointing to the belt of the hunter.

The night was clear and warm, not a cloud dared trespass on the skies tonight. The moon was shining bright, as if Artemis herself was giving her blessing to the two monsters on the hill, looking up at the jewelled night sky.

“IF SHE LOVED HIM SO MUCH, WHY DID SHE PUT HIM THERE?” Edge asked him, squinting up at the stars, trying to see the pictures that Berry did.

“Her twin brother, Apollo, tricked her into killing him. He challenged her to hit an island with her arrow and it turned out to be Orion. When he died, Artemis, overtaken by the grief of losing him, placed him in the stars so he could watch over the hunt for eternity…” Berry explained, pointing out the rest of the hunter’s body and spear to Edge. “And when her carriage travels the sky, they can be together again…”

“A SAPPY LOVE STORY.” Edge said, his eyes not leaving the shapes of the stars.

“Just a sappy love story,” Berry said. “Perhaps you would better enjoy the story of Leo and the two bears? How they chased each other into the sky?”

There was a rustling next to Berry and a hand took his. “TELL ME MORE… I… I AM ENJOYING MY TIME WITH YOU.” Edge admitted, still looking up at the stars.

Berry gently squeezed Edge’s hand. “I am too… I’m glad you took me up on my offer of a date.”

Edge chuckled. “AS IF RED AND THE OTHER TWO WOULD LET ME LIVE IT DOWN… I’M SURE YOUR BROTHER IS HAPPY THAT YOU ARE OUTSIDE, LETTING HIM HAVE HIS DATE TOO.”

Berry giggled. “I’m sure he appreciates it… so there is Leo the lion’s tail,” he said, using their intertwined hands to point out the string of stars. “This is a story of why so many animals have short tails…”

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Próximamente llega el verano y H&M presenta su colección en colaboración con Desmond & Dempsey, la marca con sede en Londres. Conocida a nivel mundial por ser la primera marca en presentar pijamas de lujo, y por sus estampados pintados a mano, Desmond & Dempsey fue creada por Molly Goddard y Joel Jeffery.

La colaboración femenina con H&M presenta estampados inspirados en Australia en siluetas sencillas y tejidos naturales ligeros.

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Con una amplia gama de vestidos relajados pero elegantes, caftanes y otros elementos esenciales para el clima cálido, la colaboración de Desmond & Dempsey x H&M es una colección de ropa de mujer que se adapta a cualquier ambiente informal de día o guardarropa de verano. Diseñado por un equipo interno de H&M, que trabajó en estrecha colaboración con Desmond & Dempsey, las siluetas son predominantemente largas y flotantes, con tejidos naturales como lino fluido, gasa de algodón y viscosa. Los estampados únicos fueron creados a mano e inspirados en el lugar de nacimiento de Molly Goddard y Joel Jeffery en Australia. Las palmeras y los elementos botánicos florecen en patrones repetidos o estampados tipo Toile de Jouy en una paleta de colores de amarillo azafrán, rosa polvoriento, azul celeste, verde bosque y beige suave.

Estamos encantados de lanzar nuestra colaboración con H&M. Es la primera vez que nos aventuramos fuera del dormitorio, por lo que estamos emocionados de ver nuestras impresiones «en la naturaleza». Nos ha encantado trabajar con el equipo de H&M y nos ha impresionado lo íntimo y colaborativo que fue todo el proceso. Estamos ansiosos por llevar nuestro mundo de lujo relajado a los clientes de H&M y D&D de todo el mundo. Esperamos que brinde color, alegría y una sensación de tranquilidad para todos en este momento, dijo Molly Goddard, cofundadora y directora creativa de Desmond & Dempsey.

La colaboración Desmond & Dempsey x H&M es una maravillosa colección de diseños duraderos, piezas fáciles de usar y estampados pintados a mano. Disfrutamos trabajar con Molly, Joel y su equipo para crear un vestuario de verano sofisticado pero relajado. La colección evoca el interior de Australia: suelo de terracota, palmeras y un ambiente relajado. Todos los toques personales realmente lo hacen especial, dijo Maria Östblom, directora de diseño de ropa de mujer en H&M.

La colección Desmond & Dempsey x H&M estará disponible en todas las tiendas de H&M Chile a partir del jueves 22 de octubre.

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fortiis · 5 years ago

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{sarah jeffery, cis female, harry potter} look who is spotted around ha'ina it's hermione granger. a twenty-one year old witch. they spend their time around ha'ina as a college student. the last thing they remember is the war. and people describe them as brilliant, stubborn, & loyal.

“books! and cleverness! there are more important things — friendship and bravery.” ~ hermione

basic facts:

full name: hermione jean granger

nickname: mione

birthday: september 19

sexuality: pansexual

abilities: magic & potion skills

occupation: college student

canon up to: the end of the final battle

+ traits: brillant, brave, loyal, & talented

- traits: stubborn, impulsive, rude, & hot-headed

intro:

hermione granger is an only child and born to two muggle parents. every since she was young she has been a very intelligent girl. something that didn’t change once she got accepted to hogwarts. if anything it just made her study more since she wanted to be the best student at school. she knew that before a muggle-born at a school filled with kids who parents were witches & wizards meant that she needed to be the best so that people never questioned her about if she deserved to be a witch or anything.

once she got to hogwarts she was sorted into gryffindor, which surprised her a bit since she was expecting to be sorted into ravenclaw.

in class she quickly excelled and did very well. however, all the time she spent studying and her need to always be right made it hard for hermione to make close friends.

one day after hearing ron insult her on halloween, hermione ran off crying and stayed in the girl’s bathroom. though when she noticed a troll walk in she hid from it, trying to not get killed by it. luckily ron and harry came to help her and together they were able to defeat the troll and that led to hermione making the two closest friends she would have.

they spent their whole first year doing everything they can to learn about the philosopher’s stone and home to get it.

at the end of the year they knew that they needed to go get it afraid that snape was trying to get it for some reason. they went through all the tasks, and hermione stayed with ron after he was knocked out during the life-size game of wizard chess. hermione was happy when harry was able to keep the philosopher’s stone and defeat quirrell who had voldemort attacked to him.

and because of the events during their mission to get the stone, gryffindor won the house cup.

the next year was a hard year for hermione, someone opened the chamber of secrets which led to muggle-born students being petrified. and harry was hearing voices before every attacked and that also worried hermione.

she did everything she could to figure out the truth about what was going on. during her search she was attacked by the basilisk. but because of her research she cared around a mirror so she didn’t look at the snake in the eyes directly, so she was petrified. but not before she could put a note in her hand to help harry and ron defeat it.

once harry defeated the basilisk and tom riddle and the mandrake potion was ready, hermione woke up and was reunited with her friends, so proud of them that they were able to figure it out and save the school.

the summer before her third year for an early birthday present her parents let hermione get a cat she named crookshanks and while ron doesn’t like him because he keeps going after scabbers, hermione doesn’t care.

on the hogwarts express harry passes out after being attacked by a dementor, luckily remus is there to get it away, but it freaks hermione out since she was worried about harry.

this year, hermione uses a time turner so that she could take every class. it led to her being overly stressed, but she did everything to keep up with her studies.

and she also had to worry about harry since sirius black broke out of azkaban and everyone was saying he did it to kill harry.

hermione figured out when snape assigned the essay on werrewolves that their defense against the dark arts professor was a werewolf but she didn’t tell anyone.

one day they go to hagrid’s because buckbeak was going to be killed for attacking draco. before they could get there, draco and his friends were they boasting about it, hermione punches draco and he runs off. they go console hagrid where they find scabbers. they leave before the ministry people see them. scabbers bites ron and runs off, ron chases him, and hermione and harry chase him.

it was once they got to the whomping willow when ron is attacked by a black dog and dragged inside. harry and hermione follow, where they realize that the dog was sirius black. herrmione defends harry and once remus shows up and stands next to sirius hermione reveals that remus is a werewolf. then they learn the truth about who betrayed harry’s parents, not sirius, but peter pettigrew who has been hiding as ron’s rat. they decide to bring him to dumbledore to prove sirius’ innocence. but before they could remus starts to transform and peter escapes.

hermione meets up with harry in the hospital wing when he wakes up and dumbledore tells them that they can save more than one life tonight if they do it right. hermione uses her time turner to make it so her and harry go back in time, they first save buckbeak, then harry’s saves sirius and himself with the patronous charm. they fly buckbeak to where sirius was being held and he flew off on buckbeak. they make it back to the hospital wing in time, happy that they were able to save the day.

during the summer hermione goes with harry, the weasleys, and the diggorys to the quidditch world cup. after the game they have to leave after death eaters attack the camps.

the new school year had a new challenge, the tri-wizard tournament. harry’s name was chosen, which caused a rift between him and ron since ron thought he cheated the system to get his name in the cup. so hermione was stuck in the middle of their fight which caused her a lot of stress. luckily the two made up not long after and she was able to help harry out with the challenges.

hermione was asked to the yule ball by viktor krum and she said yes since she was happy to be asked, though, ron was not happy that she was going with viktor. and during the ball he caused a problem for her and she left the ball crying.

she was shocked to see cedric dead at the end of the tournament, it wasn’t like anything the muggle-born expected. and even more shocked to learn from harry that voldemort had returned.

she spent the next summer at grimmauld place with the weasleys and the rest of the order.

the next year is a hard year, first with the ministry denying that voldemort has returned, and then with umbridge refusing to teach the offensive magic during a year where it would be most important with voldemort and the death eaters. so with harry and ron they create dumbledore’s army a place where they can learn and teach offensive magic and so can other students around hogwarts.

this was the first time hermione really deliberately broke the rules without help from harry and ron since she knew what she was doing was right.

when harry saw sirius being tortured during the owls, she went with him and other dumbledore’s army members to the ministry to save him. and she fought against the death eaters along side her friends and the order members.

during her sixth year at hogwarts she felt very jealous of lavander and ron since hermione had a crush on ron and hated how he couldn’t see it. so she got closer to harry and did everything she could to avoid ron.

though, when ron said her name in the hospital wing, it made hermione smile.

at the end of the year when dumbledore died hermione knew that the future would not be the same anymore and that the world would become a very dark place.

that summer she erased her parents’ memories of her and had them move to australia where they would be safe.

she then went to get harry from privet drive before his protection wore off and brought him to the burrow. then she felt to bill and fluer’s wedding, though it was attacked by death eaters. so her, ron, and harry left and went off on their mission to destroy all voldemort’s horcruxes so harry could defeat him.

the spend almost a whole year in the british woods staying hidden from death eaters. they broke into the ministry to get the locket and into gringotts. but the think with the locket is it lead to them feeling negative emotions and ron got jealous of hermione and harry’s friendship so after a fight he left. so harry and hermione went on their own till ron came back and destroyed the locket with the sword of gryffindor.

after dobby’s death and breaking into the ministry, they head to hogsmeade and use a secret passageway to get into hogwarts where the final battle happens. hermione fights along side her friends and the order to stop the death eaters and help harry defeat voldemort. in the chamber of secrets her and ron get ride of helga’s cup.

then once voldemort is defeated she celebrates with her friends but also mourns the people that she lost during the battle. she then wakes up in ha’ina and has been here for about a year. she is enrolled in college and is starting to get use to this place. though she missing home and her friends.

#☆•.¸♡ fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself | hermione's muse ♡¸.•☆#☆•.¸♡ only basis for believing in it is that nobody’s proved it doesn’t exist | hermione's muse ♡¸.•☆#hainahq:intro

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skye-penderwick · 5 years ago

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So there I was, scrolling through tumblr and I see a random prompt list and instead of, you know, working on my other WIPs, I latched onto the prompt of “my guitarist quit the night before the gig and supposedly you’re really good” but of course I changed that up. A lot. And here we are.

(Ngl also slightly inspired by Spider-Man 3 cause that’s literally all I could visualize during this)

“What do you mean we have a new singer?”

Jeffery looked over at the guy who would be playing the string bass that night.

“What happened to Sidney?”

“She got sick and had to cancel. But she called in to a friend apparently and found a replacement.”

Jeffery sighed. “I guess that’ll have to do. She’s not one of the dramatic types that changes the set every few seconds is she? Cause then we’re going to have issues.”

“I don’t think so.” Keenan shrugged. “I’m not really sure. Sidney just said that she was really talented and was up to try singing here.”

“Wait. Are you telling me she hasn’t sung at a jazz club before?”

“No. I haven’t.”

Jeffery turned to look at the small girl who had just entered the club. She looked up at him, daring him to dismiss her.

He cleared his throat. “Um excuse me, but how old are you?”

“Eighteen.”

He blinked. He hadn’t expected her to be that young, although Sidney was only twenty. “Alright then. What’s your name and how do you know Sidney?”

“I’m Elizabeth and Sidney and I took music lessons together a few years ago. We kept in touch once she graduated high school.”

He nodded. “Alright then. Well this is Keenan, Henry, and Michelle who goes by Mick. I’m Jeffery. Would you like to join us for soundcheck?”

Elizabeth nodded, her dark hair swinging around her as she walked over to the side of the stage.

“Sidney sent me the set list after I told her I would cover for her. I looked it over but is there anything else you want me to do?”

Keenan, and the brass duo of Mick and Henry, looked at Jeffery.

He shook his head. “I don’t think so. Sid usually stores her music in the cubby that’s in the second column, third from the bottom.”

Elizabeth nodded and scanned the cubby area grabbing the music when she found it.

“There’s also stands over there if you want to set it down. Singers don’t usually have stands but seeing as you’re covering last minute and never sang in a jazz club before, you’re more than welcome to use one tonight.”

Elizabeth grabbed a stand and placed it slightly to the right of the mic, close enough to reference it if need be but far away enough that it could be ignore if she wished, a subtle way of letting Jeffery know that she didn’t need it but was humoring him anyway.

While she adjusted her mic, Jeffery looked at the rest of the small ensemble trying to gauge their opinions.

Mick and Henry stood next to each other, holding their horns and looking at their music, but still whispering. Knowing them, Jeffery figured they were sizing Elizabeth up and betting if she was as good as she thought she was.

Keenan caught Jeffery’s eye and the two shared a silent conversation, both wondering how Elizabeth was going to do in Sidney’s role and if she was the drama queen they both feared.

He looked back to the center of the stage to see Elizabeth looking at him.

Jeffery swallowed. “Let’s begin.”

He made eye contact with the others and counted off with a nod of his head.

The four instrumentalists began the first piece, their usual opener since few were in the club when they would begin playing.

Jeffery looked over at Elizabeth as her cue was coming. She gripped the microphone and looked to the empty seating area as if it was already full of people. And then she began to sing.

If Jeffery didn’t already have this song nearly memorized, he was sure he would’ve royally screwed up. As it was, he heard Keenan play a wrong note and Henry cut out for a beat or two.

Her voice was beautiful: rich and full. Jeffery could tell that she was more of a Broadway singer than jazz but the untrained ear would never know. Her voice captured all the emotion behind the piece yet fit perfectly into the mix of instruments behind her, not washing them out but taking her place as just another member.

They finished and the group looked at her. Elizabeth saw all the eyes on her when they didn’t go right into the next song. She blushed and stared at her feet.

“Are you sure you’ve never played in a jazz club before?” asked Jeffery.

“I wasn’t allowed to until after I graduated high school,” she murmured.

“Well I can say for all of us, that that was really impressive.” The other members nodded. “Let’s finish our warmup shall we?”

They continued through, spot checking their set list and making sure Elizabeth knew what to expect.

“Alright guys.” Jeffery checked his watch. “We have twenty minutes until the club opens up and we start playing for an audience. Do whatever you need to before then. Eat. Use the bathroom. Grab a bottle of water. I’ll see you guys back up here in fifteen.”

The group dispersed into the little club, doing whatever each one needed to do.

Jeffery remained on his piano bench and pulled out his phone.

Hey Dad. Are we in need of any more singers?

A minute or two later he got a response.

Not in any desperate need but it might be nice so Sid and Layla don’t need to play as much. Why?

Sid called in sick today and had a friend of hers come in instead. She’s pretty talented and depending on how tonight goes I was thinking of offering her a full-time spot.

Send me a video of her performing and I’ll think about it.

Jeffery closed his phone and looked around the little club. His dad owned it and Jeffery had played here since he was a teenager. They brought in outside musical acts every once in a while, but also had musicians employed by the club to play most nights. The groups shifted around and there was usually a new combination of people playing each night. Adding in Elizabeth would help ease the stress on the singers, if she did well in front of an audience and wanted to sing here regularly that is.

The rest of the band returned and messed around with their instruments. Jeffery checked his watch. One minute till six.

He made eye contact with each person on the stage and nodded as they all got into position to play.

He counted off and they began, playing for an empty room that slowly began to fill.

They played their first set and took their first ten minute break. They would play a set for roughly a half hour, break, and then repeat the process until eleven when the club would close. They would put on a background track of music until the live performers would start again.

It was during this first break when Jeffery walked over to Keenan.

“I need a favor.”

Keenan gave him a side look while he drank his water.

“I need you to get a small clip of Elizabeth singing tonight.”

Keenan looked at him. “Why?”

Jeffery sighed. “Because I suggested hiring her to my dad and he needs clip of her singing. I don’t ever stop playing so my best option is having you do it.”

He smiled. “Okay.” Jeffery handed over his phone and went back to sit on the bench.

They began their second set which went much like the first, except now they had a nearly full audience and a steady stream coming in and out.

During their second break, Jeffery walked over to Keenan who smiled and handed his phone back.

“I hope this is good and I hope your dad makes the right choice. Personally, I’m in favor of Elizabeth joining.”

Jeffery agreed. She had gotten more comfortable during the second set and began to do her own spin on the songs that they played, fitting in well with the rest of the group.

He returned once more to his seat and sent the video to his dad. He turned off his notifications and set his phone on top of the piano and looked out over the crowd.

His eye caught a woman just walking in. She wore a white blouse and black skirt, bright against the dim scenery. Her blonde hair was slightly messy but it didn’t seem she cared.

She was gorgeous and Jeffery watched her as she made her way through the club and took a seat in the middle of the second row. She smiled at something ahead of her and Jeffery wished he knew at what.

This was the one problem with playing: he saw so many people come in and out and he never got to speak to them, unless they were regulars or made a point to talk to him. This woman, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, would just be another nameless face he would never know the story behind.

A throat cleared and startled Jeffery and he glanced around to see Elizabeth and the rest of the band looking at him, waiting for him to count them off.

He shook his head and began the next set, but his eyes kept drifting to the blonde woman as he played. She sat there and intently watched Elizabeth as she sang, a faint smile appearing when Elizabeth took the chance to highlight how good of a singer she was.

Most patrons at the jazz club stayed for about a set and a half, possibly two, so when the woman didn’t leave after their fifth set, he was surprised.

Keenan slid onto the bench next to him. “So what has you so distracted tonight?”

“What?”

“Dude. You’ve been out of it the last couple sets. What’s going on?”

“Nothing. I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’ve been present this whole time.”

“Sure you have. It’s not like you’ve been staring at that blonde girl the moment she walked in.”

Jeffery gaped at the man sitting next to him. “No, I haven’t.”

Keenan stood up and patted his back. “Yes, you have. And if she is still here by the time we finish playing, you’d better talk to her.”

Jeffery watched as Keenan returned to his place on the stage and picked up his bass.

He looked back at the woman who sat in the audience as she put down her phone and waited for the new set to start.

Even though Keenan said to go talk to her, Jeffery knew that chances of her staying that late were slim, so he put that brief conversation out of his mind and focused on playing once more.

The time drifted by and it neared the eleventh hour. The band wrapped up their last song, and Elizabeth thanked the remainder of the audience. Some people left and others stayed waiting for their checks to arrive.

Keenan, Mick, and Henry all went about putting their instruments away as Jeffery checked his phone for the first time in a few hours.

He had received a reply from his father.

She’s incredible. Feel free to offer her a spot.

He smiled and looked up from his phone only to see that Elizabeth had disappeared.

He made eye contact with Keenan who mouthed “blonde” at him.

What?

Oh right. The blonde woman had stayed the rest of the night and Jeffery was supposed to go talk to her. His thoughts of needing to find Elizabeth had caused the other woman to vanish from his mind completely.

He looked around to see her still sitting at her table.

Keenan clapped his hand on Jeffery’s shoulder.

“Go talk to her man. I expect to hear about it tomorrow. Have a good night.”

And with that Keenan was off and Jeffery left with the daunting task of walking up to a person and talking to them.

He glanced around and still couldn’t see Elizabeth anywhere. He sighed and made his way off the stage towards where the blonde woman sat.

He was a few tables away when she stood.

Jeffery then caught sight of Elizabeth meeting the woman and the two of them smiling at one another.

“Um, excuse me Elizabeth?”

Elizabeth turned to look and him as well as the blonde woman. He was close enough to see that her eyes were bright blue and seemed as if they stared into his soul.

He cleared his throat. “You sang phenomenally tonight, Elizabeth. My father is the owner of this jazz club and on his behalf I would like to offer you a job as one of our singers.”

Elizabeth gaped at him as if she didn’t understand what he was saying.

The silence between them became long when the blonde woman spoke up. “Batty, this man just offered you a job. What are you going to say?”

“Batty?” Jeffery glanced between the two of them.

His voice seemed to snap Elizabeth out of her trance. She glared at the blonde woman. “My name is Elizabeth.” She turned back to Jeffery smiling. “I’d love to work here. Thank you for the opportunity.”

“You deserve it. You’re incredibly talented. Come back here tomorrow around four and we can figure out the terms of your employment.”

Elizabeth was now beaming. “Thank you! I’ll see you tomorrow!”

She turned back to the blonde and then immediately focused back to Jeffery.

“I’m so stupid. Jeffery, this is my sister Skye. Skye, this is Jeffery the guy who played the piano.”

Skye stuck out her hand. “Pleased to meet you and excuse my little sister’s poor manners.”

“Hey!”

Jeffery laughed and shook her hand. “They’re excused. Are you a jazz fan yourself?”

“Me? No. I don’t have a musical bone in my body. I came here tonight because Batty needs a ride home and I wanted to make sure no creeps followed her out.”

“I sincerely hope I’m not on the creep list them seeing as though I did kind of follow her.”

“I hadn’t thought of that. On second thought, you now are on the list,” her eyes narrowing although she smiled a little. “I’ll interrogate you later after I hear Batty’s report.”

“Hey. I’m right here!”

He looked at the two sisters.

Elizabeth rolled her eyes. “At home my nickname is Batty and that’s what my family calls me. Professionally, I go by my full name, Elizabeth. Someone routinely forgets that,” she said with a pointed look at Skye.

Her sister shrugged. “Sorry. Force of habit. Besides if you did get kidnapped, Batty is much more unique.”

Jeffery couldn’t help but smile. “I have to say, I am with Skye on this one. Batty is better.”

Skye now grinned and looked at her sister. “See? I’m right. Like always.”

Elizabeth/Batty rolled her eyes. “Yeah right. He’s just agreeing with you because he thinks you’re pretty.”

Jeffery and Skye both stared open-mouthed at her.

“I-I don’t –“

“He doesn’t – “

They both looked at each other and looked away as they made eye contact.

“Skye just give him your number and Jeffery ask her out. You know that’s what you both want to do.” She looked between the two of them and shrugged. “Oh well. I’ll just give you Skye’s number when I see you tomorrow. Goodnight!”

And with that Elizabeth/Batty pulled a dumbfounded Skye towards the door.

Jeffery watched them go and then blinked a few to times to realize what was going on.

He hurried out the door to find them a few yards down the street.

“Wait!”

The two of them stopped as Jeffery caught to them.

“You don’t seem like the kind of girl who wants to get asked out so here’s my number and text me when you feel like it.” He handed Skye a piece of paper and watched as she put it in her pocket.

She swallowed and looked up at him. “Thanks.”

With that she turned around and began walking away. Elizabeth/Batty winked at him before following and Jeffery made his way back to the club to lock up.

He heard a gleeful cry of “He nailed your personality!” and harsh shush behind him and looked back to see Skye staring at him as they turned the corner.

Maybe he would have something to tell Keenan tomorrow.

#the penderwicks #jeffery tifton mcgrath #batty penderwick #skye penderwick #skyeffery #au #i will fuel my own need for penderwicks content #i wrote a thing

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shirtlesssammy · 8 years ago

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Repo Man: 7x15 Recap

Oh wow, hello episode that Boris saw...once. For all its Ben Edlund glory, this episode never made it into the rewatch rotation for me. I don’t know why, other than I was impatient for Cas to reappear and didn’t want to pick apart the subtextual story it was telling (who am I kidding, I didn’t watch the show for the subtext the first time around and this was an episode during the Cas-less wasteland.)

Then:

Sam continues to rock the brooding attractiveness of being haunted by the devil.

Now:

Four Years Ago:

In Coeur d'Alene, Idaho, Ms. Havelock approaches a remote cabin, where Sam reluctantly welcomes her inside. It seems the Brothers Winchester have caught themselves a demon. (If I do my math correctly, this is circa season 3? Prior to Dean going to hell? Augh, this hurts to watch knowing how much hell breaks Dean.) The demon and Ms. Havelock exchange pleasantries. Ms. Haverlock has her say and takes off. The boys are left to torture the demon out of any information he has on Lilith. The demon decides to let Jeffrey, the possessed man, make an appearance.

Jeffrey pleads with the brothers to stop the demon. Sam tells him that they will, but they need information first, which means possibly hurting Jeffrey. He agrees, remembering the awful things the demon made him do. The demon takes over, and Dean starts slicing. They get the info they need, and exorcise the demon.

The Impala makes a cameo in the flashback as Dean drives Jeffrey to the E.R. Without ceremony, and an order to not mention demons, Dean drops him off and leaves. Oh Jeffery.

Now:

Ah, season 7. Dean gets a call from Frank Devereaux and Sam gets a brain visit from Lucifer. Sam’s still able to use the hand wound trick to make Luci disappear, thankfully. He then lays out their case on the bed. Same as four years ago, and Dean wonders who let their demon out of the great underground. Well, time to reopen the case.

*Dean is asleep in pajamas in bed alert*

(Ok, it’s not really an alert, we just never see him actually sleep or get comfortable in bed, so this was nice.)

Anyway, the police radio lights up a crime. The Winchesters are on the case. Once on the scene, the detective they worked with in the past recognizes Agents Bonham and Watts. They need their memories jogged for Detective Sutton’s name. Anyway, Sam finds sulfur at the scene (duh).

Sam and Dean decide to check in on Ms. Havelock. She seems fine, just unable to walk through her newly painted demon trap. (I don’t know how this episode ends...she’s possessed, right?) (Natasha: I vaguely remembered this one but still thought...why didn’t you just make your trap a leeeetle bit bigger so it would actually block the whole doorway? Otherwise those demons are just gonna sidle past like you just did.) She says she’s doing what she can to protect herself. Sam wonders if she’s had any contact with the demon. She says no and tells them that she’s leaving town soon. She then asks about Jeffrey. Some demons can be sentimental. Time to find that poor bastard.

Jeffrey is at a half-way home, and he’s adopting a dog. OMG, Jeffrey, I’m sorry I only watched your episode once. Your story hurts me. When picking up his new buddy, he hears a noise from an alley and decides to investigate. No, Jeffrey! Well, it’s just Sam and Dean, so that’s something. But still, let this poor injured man enjoy his life with his new canine companion.

They all head back to Jeffrey’s home (Luci too!).

Dean “I’m homeless and carless and have NOTHING IN THIS WORLD” Winchester has the nerve to mock Jeffrey’s living quarters. Jeffrey wonders what they want with him, and Dean tells him that the demon that possessed him is back. This really upsets Jeffery. Jeffrey Bean! (Ack, doesn’t work as well when it doesn’t rhyme.) Jeffrey asks what the last victim’s name was, and then tells the brothers who the next one on the list is. It seems the demon has a kill list, and he repeated it enough for Jeffrey to remember.

Someone knocks on Jeffrey’s door, and he goes to answer it. It’s his group leader. Sam and Dean, meanwhile, agree they really messed up the poor guy (but they didn’t --the demon did. Gah, the weight of responsibility of both of them hurts me so much). Sam heads out to find the next woman on the demon’s list, while Dean stays behind to watch over Jeffrey.

*Library Alert*

Ngl, they knocked this set out of the park. The unnecessary signage alone! And Marjorie Willis? I mean, *I* don’t dress like that but MY GOD is that a perfect representation of ALL my colleagues (Natasha is also an exception.) They do have Marjorie shelving though and that is not something she would do. Yep, we’ve reached the unnecessary portion of the recap where Boris nitpicks representations of her profession.

Sam settles in to watch his charge, Lucifer along for the ride.

Back at Jeffrey’s, Jeffrey fills Dean in on his life since the demon possession. He had a hard time of it --especially when he started to talk about what happened. “Never tell. Never... never., “ Dean retroactively warns. He does compliment Jeffrey on pulling himself together, but the demon is back. Jeffrey recalls a place where the demon nested (anyone getting weird Eugene Tooms vibes with that?)

At the library, Lucifer decides to mess with Sam’s mind by having him imagine patrons bash their heads into their study tables. Graphic. I mean, there’s like fleshy brain/head bits. Neutralizing Lucifer with his hand trick, Sam notices a Bad Boy™ with a leather jacket in the library.

Dean and Jeffrey arrive at the demon’s nest, conveniently with no cell coverage.

Back at the library Sam stalks the leather-jacketed suspect to the back of the library where...he finds one Madame Librarian getting thoroughly snogged in the “discontinued periodicals.” Peeping Sam slinks away…

Meanwhile, Dean’s led to Jeffrey’s demon’s hideaway. Dean breaks inside and finds a young man tied to a chair, dirty and bloodied. Dean runs up and begins to work on his chains when the guy wakes up. He starts to shout through his duct-taped mouth, eyes wide, and then Jeffrey springs up behind Dean and injects him with something. It’s lights out for our Dean Bean.

Sam continues to valiantly ignore a SUPER annoying Hallucifer and the dimples of discontent make an appearance as he examines his phone. He can’t get in touch with Dean. Gee, I hope everything is alright! Sam examines the toxicology report. The victims were all heavily tranquilized...odd for a demon to have to trank it’s victims, right? While Sam mulls this over and tries to ignore Hallucifer’s sterling conclusions, I try to ignore the unprofessional librarian making out with her faux biker boyfriend at her public desk. Sam snaps at Hallucifer to “shut up” as they both reach conclusions about super creeper Jeffrey...and Hallucifer preens at the attention. Now they can have a real two way conversation. (Muahahaha)

Sam infiltrates Jeffrey’s apartment, tearing it apart while Hallucifer thrills over getting to play Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys with Sam. Sam finds drugs and a fake bottom drawer. The false bottom drawer has a latin incantation hidden inside of it. Sam puzzles over the incantation and Hallucifer patiently walks him through it. Sam’s never seen that type of demon summoning spell before, but he has seen that handwriting!

Sam breaks into Nora’s witchcraft business where she attacks him. Hallucifer tells Sam to get tough and he threatens her…which gets her to talk. (Oh, Sam.) She finally confesses that she wrote the summoning spell for Jeffrey because he kidnapped her son, mailed her his ear, and told her she had to help him or her son would die. Jeffrey’s trying to raise up the demon who first possessed him. (Boris interjects: MAN, I’m such a sucker. I had the whole Tooms vibe feeling but still believed Jeffrey. You’d think I could read this show better after all these years, but nope.)

Back at Jeffrey’s creepy warehouse, he confesses that he loved being possessed. He loved his demon very, very much. Dean’s all SON OF A BITCH and YOU’RE A SERIAL KILLER and ALAS THE TERRIBLE NATURE OF MANKIND.

Dean asks Jeffrey if the list of women the demon killed came from him. Jeffrey owns up to it, confessing that whenever he passed by a certain woman on his list a sound would come from their brains that only he could hear. He’d follow them home and...you know the rest. (So creepy.)

Jeffrey had no plans to ever do anything until his demon came along. Once he was possessed, they set to killing together. After the demon was exorcised, Jeffrey descended into a deep depression until he gained the resolve to get the demon back.

Back with Sam, he learns why Jeffrey has Dean. When the first ritual Nora gave him didn’t work, she found a summoning spell that would definitely work. It required the blood of the exorcist - Dean. Sam commands her to do a tracking spell. “You want the ear,” he demands, “or the kid?” A compelling argument. It gave Hallucifer chills - so Sam’s definitely doing just A+ fine.

Jeffrey does some side exploration of the nature of torture and how good the Winchesters can be given the amount they tortured Jeffrey while he was possessed. It’s a pretty fucking good point (though it doesn’t get much follow-through here). It’s just more fuel for the Dean Winchester self loathing train.

Jeffrey does the summoning spell and the demon busts loose, possessing Nora’s son instead. He busts out of his chains, grins smarmily at Dean, and then hug/dances Jeffrey around the room. Jeffrey invites him to possess him but the demon tells him that he’s a protege and he’s free to fly on his own now. When Jeffrey isn’t down with the solo plan, the demon smacks him down.

Jeffrey captured a Winchester. He’s ready for the big leagues now. “Keep sawing away at your ropes Penelope Pitstop,” the demon tells struggling Dean. Jeffrey’s ready to fly on his own so the demon’s gonna make other plans. And the demon’s gonna “burn the kid off” on his way to Vegas.

Suddenly Sam is there! He fights the demon and lures him into a devil’s trap that Sam and Nora painted on the ceiling. Dean, meanwhile, finally busts free and when Jeffrey tries to head into the fray Dean shoots him dead. The witch performs an exorcism and saves her son.

Dean and Sam head into their hotel room. Dean all but passes out on the bed while Sam sits around quietly talking through the case. Sam prepares to sleep as well but Hallucifer murmurs in his ear. Now that the case is solved it’s time for them to talk. Sam tries to massage his injured hand (and by “massage” I mean practically reinjure) but nothing works. Now that Sam talked to Hallucifer he let him in. Now he can’t get rid of him. As we leave Sam, Hallucifer’s making Sam’s bed burn around him.

“Goooood morning Vietnam,” Hallucifer shouts, delighted. His cackle fades into black...

I love you madly, madly Madame Quotarian:

You ain’t the first demon we tracked down on this safari.

Librarian, indoor gardening enthusiast, our demon's next organ donor.

Right here in my discontinued periodicals.

Name. Number. Nightmare. Go.

“Sorry. Just had to make sure.” “Make sure of what – that I peed my pants today?”

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