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Chapter 4: The Second Day is Always Rough

Summary: His whole life Marco Diaz has been raised by monsters, living under the cruel rule of their leader, Toffee. But one day Marco escapes into Mewni where he meets a magical princess and Mewman like himself, who begins teaching him all about her world. Together they will learn about life, love, and the lights within each of them, as they change their world forever.

Chapter Synopsis: It’ s Marco’s second day in Butterfly Castle and he is excited to be there and spend time with Star, but as the boy finds out things don’t always go the way he wants.

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The sun rose lazily over Mewni, lighting up the world in its bright, shining brilliance. And as the rising sun hit the very peaks of the Butterfly Castle it seemed the whole world was awake and well once again. Except not everyone was awake on this bright, shining morning, one boy still slept as the sun's rays slowly peaked through the curtains outside his window, lighting up his face, making him stir in his sleep. He let out a yawn, stretching his aching limbs, as he tried to regain focus in his world once again. He blinked a few times, looking around his room with droopy eyes, trying to remember where he was and what he was doing there. His eyes came to rest on his still-opened closet, his treasure chest of hoodies seen peeking out from within.

“Oh right!” Marco exclaimed, suddenly wide-awake with excitement. He flung the covers off, running over to his closet, and immediately pulling down one of the hoodies. He examined it with a satisfied smile, saying loudly to himself, “Today's gonna be another great day!”

The door to his room flung open as Marco, now fully dressed, took a triumphant pose, yelling loudly, “All right, Mewni! I'm ready for whatever you've got!!”

“Ahem.” Marco looked over to see a group of servants, all bent down with scrub brushes to the floor, glaring at the hooded boy. Marco looked down to see he was standing on the freshly mopped floor and a mop bucket had been knocked over by his door swinging open, the mop water slowly spreading out ruining the servants hard work. He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling awkwardly. “Uhhh... sorry.”

He went to take a step out of the way, but didn't notice the bar of soap left haphazardly on the freshly-scrubbed floor. The second Marco's foot made contact with the soap he felt himself losing his balance as he slipped and fell forward with a yell, landing clumsily on a pedestal that decorated the hallway, the priceless vase suspended on it sent tumbling to the floor.

The servant all let out a collective gasp as Marco dove for the object, just barely managing to snatch it before it shattered against the soapy floor. Marco stood, panting, holding the object delicately against his chest. He looked over to the servants who all watched him with wide-eyes and open-mouths, suddenly feeling awkward with all their disbelieving stares trained on him. He gave another nervous chuckle, before softly saying, “I caught it.” He held the vase out for them to see, but his elbow bumped a string that had been tied securely next to him, quickly unraveling and releasing the glass chandelier hanging over the brightly-lit hallway. It fell with a plop, shattering into a thousand pieces and sending several of the servants into a dive to avoid getting hit.

Marco looked on at the destruction and damage he had caused to the scene in front of him, his face wide with disbelief. He gently set the vase back on its pedestal, his eyes never leaving the shattered chandelier in front of him. He blinked a few times, before softly muttering to himself, “Or maybe I'm not ready.” Marco's suspicions were confirmed as the vase comically fell over, shattering into a million priceless pieces.

…

Star hummed softly as she gently ran her hairbrush through her long, blond locks, a strange, but positive feeling consuming her on this lovely morning. She didn't know what it was, but ever since she woke up that morning she had felt a warm sensation slowly building inside her, a nice, pleasant feeling replacing her normally stressed and anxious one, the emotion familiar and yet distant, as if she had almost forgotten it existed. She couldn't quite say it was a feeling of true peace, Mewni knew she hadn't felt that in forever, but it was a nice feeling, one of... contentment and she was enjoying it for as long as it chose to stay. After all, it had been years since she felt this good and it was thanks to Mar...

Star shook her head free of the thought, setting the brush down on her vanity, looking at her herself in the mirror, checking to make sure her dress and hair was the way she wanted it. She nodded, satisfied with herself as she went to stand. But as she did, her hands absentmindedly brushed against something drawing her attention down to it.

There lay the horned headband, just sitting there in silence, looking old and welcoming, calling to her to embrace her roots. She smiled as she thought of Marco's kind gesture the night before, her mind instantly recalling the look of barely suppressed joy as he had flung the package into her hands, his eyes shining as they trained on her. She had no idea where he had found it (she was sure she had thrown it away years ago) but it felt good to see it again, reminding her of a simpler time when everything wasn't so complicated and confusing. Though, she found it funny to admit that Marco himself seemed to be having that effect on her, his cute naivety making her life feel a little less difficult just by having him around. She blushed, shacking her head free of thoughts once again.

As she sat contemplating her decision, she began to slowly reach out for the aged hairpiece. But a flash of light blinded her for a second and she turned to her crown glowing golden in the early morning light. She hesitated, suddenly unsure what to do. While she wanted to take the headband, she could feel the weight of unwanted responsibility on her shoulders as the crown seemed to be giving her a chiding glare, reminding her of the appearances she still had to keep up. Her eyes darted back and forth between the crown she required and the headband she wanted, feeling the intense pressure to conform to a side, it all felt like some big test, like her decision would change everything. But what choice should she make? What was the right decision? How would she-

Star jumped as there was a loud banging on the door to her room, feeling her heart leap into her throat for a second, as she was pulled out of her intense daze. “Yes,” she said, her voice squeaking against her will.

“Princess,” a muffled voice called from the other side of the door. “The King and Queen asked me to inform you that they have left you with several tasks that must be completed today while they are out dealing with an... issue at the northern most border.” Star rolled her eyes. So what else was new? “Might I suggest getting some nice, warm breakfast to give you some energy for the day ahead. Your two young lady friends are already eating.”

“Yes, of course,” Star called back to him, trying to keep her voice light, but her lack of enthusiasm was obvious and she mentally chided herself for showing emotion. “I'll be right down.”

There was a short pause, as the servant seemed to be deciding how to reply. “Of course, Your Highness.”

Star waited, listening as the servant's footsteps echoed down the hallway, before letting out a deep sigh, grabbing her crown and placing it gently on her head, as she headed for the door.

…

“Where's Marco?” Jackie asked, looking up from her plate to stare at her creepy roommate from across the table, her eyes for just a moment glancing at the empty chair next to Janna, the warm breakfast slowly growing colder with every passing second. But Janna just shrugged, absentmindedly pocking her fork against the tabletop, making tiny little holes in the furnished wood. She smiled hearing an audible groan from one of the servants behind her every time the fork made contact with the wood tabletop.

“I don't know,” Janna replied with a bored tone.

“Do you think he got lost?” Jackie questioned suddenly concerned for the boy.

“Knowing Marco he probably got himself stuck in a door or something,” Janna said, sarcastically.

“Come on, Jan, give Marco some credit I don't think he's that oblivious,” Jackie scolded her friend.

…

“How is this happening to me?” Marco squeaked, looking over at the door that currently had him trapped in its death grip, it having slammed shut right on the back of his hood, leaving him to stand there awkwardly until someone came across him and freed him from his embarrassing predicament.

After helping the servants pick up the shattered fragments of what was once the glass chandelier and vase, the still-soapy floor making finding the pieces rather difficult, he found himself practically sopping wet, his shoes and socks soaked all the way through, making his feet squish every time he walked. He had quickly run inside his room to change out of his wet socks (which for some reason were just driving him bonkers) and shoes and into a fresh pair, heading for the kitchen, his growling stomach directing his every movement.

But, as he quickly found out, he had no idea where the kitchen was in the huge castle, or the rest of the rooms for that matter, wandering endlessly down the hall, in the hopes he came across the right room. Eventually, he had spotted an open door and felt a sudden surge of hope, all of the other rooms he had come across having been locked or empty. He looked into the tiny room, seeing it littered with towels, brooms, and other cleaning supplies, and let out a defeated sigh, his growling stomach reminding himself of his predicament once again.

But suddenly to his surprise, the door slammed shut, catching his hood in the act, trapping it in place, and leaving him struggling to get loose. The unknowing maid, however, didn't hear the boy's cries for help or the loud banging on the broom closet door, her headphone's music drowning out the boy as she pushed her cart quietly down the hall, heading for the next room on her long list.

So now, here he was still stuck in the small closest, his empty stomach almost aching as it cried out for the food he didn't have. He wasn't sure how long he had been trapped in the small, claustrophobic space, as time seemed to drag by in the small room. He could have been there for a few minutes or a few hours, for all he knew the day was completely over and the castle had gone to sleep, leaving him trapped there until morning. “Hello, is anyone there?!” he yelled for what felt like the hundredth time that day, listening for a reply, any reply. But when none came once again, he groaned, slamming his back against the door, ignoring the stinging it brought, as he wished someone would please just come along and let him out of this predicament. This was really not how he wanted this day to go.

He was surprised when he heard the sound of the knob turning behind him, feeling the tension around his neck release, as the door slowly opened, freeing his trapped hood. “Oh, thank goodness,” he cried in joy, turning to his savior, only to come face to face with Star, his heart pounding away in his chest, as their faces came just inches from touching. “S-Star!” he barely managed to squeak.

Star only gave him a confused look, asking, “Marco, what are you doing in a broom closet?”

“I-I got lost and saw the open door and thought maybe it might be where I needed to go,” he explained quickly, trying not to make eye contact with Star, feeling suddenly flustered having her this close for some reason.

“Oh,” she replied. “Well I came to get you so we could go to breakfast together but you weren't in your room and there was apparently some kind of accident in the hall.” Marco grimaced, before Star continued her explanation. “I got worried, so I went looking for you. I was about to send a search party, but luckily, I heard you yelling.”

“Yeah, but how did you open the door?” Marco asked.

Star paused for a second before saying, “Marco, It wasn't locked.”

Marco face-palmed, feeling like an idiot. In his panic, he had never checked to see if he could open it. “Oops,” he said, his face still mostly covered by his hand.

He froze as his hand was gently pulled away by Star, holding his hand softly and staring at him with warm, sympathetic eyes. “Hey, it's okay,” she whispered softly, giving him a comforting smile that made his whole stomach flip. “Your still new to all of this. I'm sure you'll get it in no time. I'm just glad your safe.”

Marco took a deep breath, feeling calm once again. “Yeah, your right,” he said, his voice regaining some of its characteristic energy, as he returned the smile. “So it's a rough start, I can still turn this around!”

“That's the spirit,” Star exclaimed, clapping his hands together between her own, giving him a reassuring smile. “Now come on, let's go get something to eat.” She pumped an excited fist in the air, before racing off down the hall, the equally-hungry boy following closely behind her. He ran to keep up with the overly-enthusiastic girl, grinning widely as his nose picked up the sweet smell of pancakes a short distance away, his stomach growling once again. Yeah, he thought softly to himself as he followed after the head-strong girl. Everything will be better after I eat.

…

Luckily for Marco, breakfast went off without a hitch, the two enjoying the delicious meal (remade fresh due to their tardiness) talking and getting to know one another as they stuffed delectable food down their throats. Jackie and Janna apparently had already finished eating and gone off to do their own thing for the day, leaving Star and Marco alone. But this didn't seem to bother the two, finding themselves easily able to enjoy one another's company, feeling relaxed and at ease in the others presence.

Marco did notice, however, that Star wasn't wearing the headband from before, but instead wearing her princess crown, looking important and dignified there on top of her long, golden hair. And while it did look nice on her (what didn't) Marco couldn't help but feel hurt that she hadn't worn his gift yet. He tried not to take offense to it, after all she had thanked him for it, giving him a very gratified hug, so she clearly liked his gift, but she was a princess, she had bigger priorities right now. She probably just forgot, he rationalized. She'll remember soon.

“So, Marco, any plans for today?” Marco, realizing he had zoned out, quickly looked over at the girl, who stared at him with a questioning gaze, her focus trained entirely on him. He blushed and looked away, pocking his food absentmindedly with his fork, trying to ignore the girl's bright stare that was slowly digging into his skin.

“No, not really,” he replied, not looking the girl in the eye.

“Well, would you like to spend the day with me, then?” Marco looked over at the girl once again, in shock, not noticing her eyes seem to glimmer as she smiled at him.

“Are you sure I won't be in the way?” Marco asked, Toffee's old words of dissatisfaction ringing around in his head once again.

But Star giggled at Marco's unnecessary worry, “Of course not!” she reassured. “Why would you be in the way?”

“Cause I keep messing everything up today and-”

“Marco,” Star interrupted, putting a hand on top of his own, instantly calming his spiraling mind as the two's eyes locked once again. “I want you with me,” she said softly, giving him a reassuring smile, Marco's whole body seeming to relax as they stared at each other in silence, the moment slowly stretching out, as the world condensed down to just the two of them, staring deeply into each others eyes.

The door to the kitchen slammed open with a loud bang as a burly guard entered the room, making the two jump and instinctively pull their hands away. “Princess!” the guard exclaimed, dropping into a respectful bow, as he addressed his future ruler.

“Yes!” Star said, for some reason feeling nervous and out of breath, trying to calm her racing heart.

“Sorry to interrupt, but the general has requested to speak with you, right away,” the guard continued, keeping his eyes on the floor. “She says it's urgent.”

“The general?” Star repeated, trying not to let the fear leak out of her voice, keeping her face as expressionless as possible. But she couldn't quite hide the grimace that leaked out of her already startled facial features.

“Yes, Your Majesty, she's waiting for you in the corn fields,” the guard confirmed, somehow managing to bow even lower as he replied.

Star took a deep breath, instinctively looking over at Marco, as if hoping for some sort of comfort from him, before standing up out of her seat. “Very well, then,” Star said, trying to make her voice as commanding as possible. “I suppose I'll go meet her.”

Star followed after the guard, looking extremely uncomfortable. Marco started to watch her go, before quickly rising up out of his seat and running after the girl, leaving his half-eaten breakfast alone to spoil.

…

General Skullnick was a well known and feared member of the Butterfly Court, her accomplishments in helping control and tame the monsters had quickly become that of legend, despite the fact that she was often mistaken for a monster herself. Though she was in fact a troll from a different dimension she still closely resembled the very creatures she was helping to fight against often making her the outcast of most social circles. But she took no grief in this fact, however, using her looks often to go undercover as one of the monsters and gain their trust. This was how she had slowly grown in power over the years, when the fighting had first started, quickly making a name for herself among the skeptic Mewmans. Eventually, her accomplishments had become so well known that the king and queen had asked her to become head general of their army and help dispatch Toffee and his monsters as quickly as possible. And while she did seem to hold a certain soft spot for the Butterfly family, anyone who had ever met the troll general knew not to cross her, her temper being almost as well known as her battle strategies.

This was why as the general waited impatiently for the princess just outside the purple, bubble-like barrier in the corn field, her foot tapping impatiently, all the guards assigned to watch Mewni's greatest source of substance kept a safe distance from her, watching the general wearily in case she snapped. She groaned in annoyance, making every guard within a mile jump, as she growled, “Where is she?”

One of the guards cleared his throat nervously, shakily replying, “S-She's on her way, M-Ma'am.”

She turned to him with a glare, making him shrink under her intense stare. “And what was she doing, exactly, that was so much more important than all the royal duties that the King and Queen intrusted to her?”

“I-I-I don't know, Ma'am!” the guard stammered in a panic, his whole body shaking with fear, as the troll general towered over him. “I'm sorry, please don't hurt me!” he screamed, cowering in terror.

“General Skullnick!” Skullnick and the rest of the guards all turned to see the princess approaching them. The troll began stomping over to her future ruler, the guard she had interrogated before visibly sighing with relief as her focus was pulled away from him.

Star did her best to keep the wide smile on her face, as came face to face with the overdramatic general, despite her obvious nervousness, hoping the general couldn't see her sweating. “It's good to see you,” she awkwardly said, finding it harder and harder to keep the smile on her face.

“Princess Star,” she greeted, blatantly scolding the girl, not even bothering to bow before her future ruler. “Where have you been? I've been waiting for you for the last hour.”

Star coughed, trying to clear her throat free of the lump that was slowly growing inside it. “Well, you see...” she began, shifting uncomfortably from one foot to the other.

“She was eating breakfast with me.” Star's eyes widened as, everyone's attention was suddenly drawn to the hooded boy that had, up until now, been hidden behind her. He looked around at the eyes now trained on him and shrunk a little under their intense gaze, a shy blush lighting up his cheeks.

“Who's this?” Skullnick exclaimed in concern, pointing an accusing finger at the boy, Marco instinctively flinching as the finger was flung in his direction.

Star quickly jumped between the two, putting a protective hand in front of her friend. “No one!” she exclaimed, the obvious terror in her voice only making the general even more suspicious, as her eyes narrowed, glaring daggers at the hooded Mewman. “I-I mean, he's no one important, General Skullnick,” she quickly recovered, trying desperately to keep her voice light and calm, despite the pounding of her heart. “Marco's just an orphan, I met... yesterday... alone... in the wooooodssss.” Star mentally slapped herself, both out of anger at herself and to get her anxious voice to stop talking, while every guard around her face-palmed.

“And let me guess,” Skullnick grunted in obvious sarcasm. “You decided to let him come live with you in your shiny, golden castle because you felt bad for him. Right?”

“Well I, uh-”

“And I'll bet you never even asked where he came from, how he got here, or pretty much anything for that matter, because you were afraid it might hurt his feelings.”

Star turned for a second, to see the look of pain in Marco's eyes and she felt her heart drop. But the general continued her rant/scolding. “And let me take a wild guess and assume your parents have no idea about the fact you let a total stranger into the castle, without their permission, who, for all you know could be a spy!”

“Well I kinda liked him,” Jak spoke up from the background, Dex looking at his friend with horror.

Skullnick turned on her heels to glare at the two guards. “What are you two idiots doing?” she screamed at the two, making them jump. “You're supposed to be guarding the front gates!”

The two quickly scrambled away, feeling the general's cold stare on them as they went. Star took the moment to gather her nerve once again, taking a deep breath in, calming her racing heart.

“Listen General Skullnick,” she began keeping her voice calm, even as the general swerved back to her with a focused glare. “I understand your concern, but Marco is perfectly safe. I mean look at him.” She gestured over to the boy, who froze at the unwanted attention, looking around for an escape. “Does he look even slightly intimidating?”

Skullnick stared at the boy for a second, who sweated uncontrollably as her look seemed to be digging into his skin. All was silent for a moment, as the general sized the unwanted guest up, her eyes somehow narrowing with every passing second. Star held her breath, hoping she had actually managed to soothe the overprotective general. Finally, the general spoke, her voice still intense, but lacking the harshness from before. “Very well, princess. I trust your decision as ruler.”

Star let out a breath, feeling relief wash over her once again, every guard following her lead, a collective sigh of relief echoing around the corn field. Marco hovered a little closer to Star, seeking her comfort. “But,” the general continued, holding up a scolding finger, that made Marco jump. “I will be discussing this issue with your parents when I return.”

Star gulped, but nodded, knowing it was only a matter of time before they found out about him anyway. Still, Skullnick was not the person she wanted giving the news to her parents. In fact, she was the last person she wanted relaying the information to them. Though her parents were supportive of Star's kind acts in the past, she knew they would be weary of their daughter spending time alone with a strange boy they had never even seen. And add over-dramatic Skullnick into the equation and she could see the problem escalating to a large scale very quickly. She made a mental note to call her parents later before Skullnick could ever reach them.

“So, now to what I'm actually here to see you about, Princess Star,” Skullnick said, snapping Star out of her stupor, as she looked to the troll general with nervous anticipation. “As you know Mewni's corn field is protected by its magical barrier, which your mother keeps up at all times.”

“Yeah, what about it?” Star asked in confusion. She doubted Mewni's most valued general would come all the way there just to give her a history lesson.

But of course, she wasn't. “Well, your mother asked me here to inform you that the barrier's magic is fading. And she needs you to replenish it.”

“What?!” Star exclaimed in panic, losing her calm demeanor for a moment as her eyes lit up in terror. “But how could the magic be fading?” Star continued, struggling to regain control of her emotions once again. “I mean, surely she's mistaken.”

“No, Star, she's not,” Skullnick said, before gesturing to the purple barrier. Star looked at it for a moment and immediately saw that Skullnick, was in fact, right, the magical bubble flickering every couple of seconds, obviously on the brink of collapsing. Star gulped, her hand gently touching the hilt of her wand, poking out from her small cloud purse. “The shield is about to go,” the general continued, proclaiming loudly, so the rest of the guards could hear. “And if it goes, then you can bet we'll be infested with monsters, desperate to steal our food supply.” She paused letting the knowledge sink in, as several guards exchanged worried looks, anxious chattering echoing around the corn field. Star looked around at the disturbed guards with stress, feeling responsible for their distress, wanting nothing more than to ease their troubled minds. Marco, however, frowned in confusion, the general's words not quite adding up in his head.

“Why would the monsters steal food?” Marco asked and Skullnick gave him a dead-panned stare, Star snapping out of her daze and turning to the two with panic in her eyes, the doctor's words of warning echoing around her head.

“You serious,” Skullnick replied with a monotone, giving the boy a disbelieving look. Marco just looked at her with confusion. “Do you seriously not know?” she continued, with a raised eyebrow.

“Know what?” Marco asked innocently and Star's brain screamed at her to do something now.

“Uh, General Skullnick!” she screamed, drawing the general's, and Marco's, attention to her. She breathed a mental sigh of relief.

“You don't have to shout Star I'm right here!” Skullnick scolded, Marco cocking his head to the side in confusion next to her.

“Uh, right of course,” Star replied, completely flustered, trying and failing to calm herself down. “But I'm just curious why my mom doesn't just come here herself and fix the shield.” She gave them a nervous smile, both of the them raising eyebrows at the flustered blond.

But Skullnick seemed to recover from Star's strangeness, walking over to her, while explaining, “Well, the queen is preoccupied with other activities at the moment and needs you to preform the spell.”

Star bit her lip anxiously. “Yes, but why would she ask her most valued general here, instead of just a random guard?” she asked, chuckling nervously. Skullnick just gave her a blank stare and Star felt her heart stop as she realized the reason her mom would ask her there in the middle of a monster attack. “Please don't tell me this is a test,” she squeaked, fear clenching her gut.

“All right, I won't tell you,” Skullnick replied, crossing her arms and giving the frazzled princess a knowing look. Star gulped, her hand clenching around the magical stick, still in her purse.

Marco watched the two a short distance away, his brain still turning around Skullnick's confusing comment, trying to make sense of the nonsensical world he seemed to be living in. Why would the monsters be stealing food? As far as he could tell they had never seemed to be starving or bad off, but then he did live under the rule of their powerful leader. Still it seemed strange to Marco to imagine the monsters committing such a crime. Was this what Buff Frog had been talking about? Marco's thought continued to spiral out of control, making the boy feel more and more lost, until he heard a rustling in the corn stalks beside him, drawing his attention away and stopping his out-of-control thoughts.

He stepped closer to the corn field, his eyes looking around for the source of the noise, but saw nothing. Then suddenly, he saw a quick movement brush past and he jumped, giving a startled squeak. He turned back to the others, the guards still just staring blankly ahead, not even facing the area they were guarding, and Star and Skullnick talking a short distance away. He opened his mouth to call to them, but stopped, seeing the look on Star's face. She looked completely disheartened, her eyes brimming with anxiety, her whole face scrunched up with clear distress. He looked at her for a moment, before realizing he couldn't interrupt her now, not when she had so much pressure already built up on her shoulders, he didn't want to complicate things more than he already had that day.

So he took a deep breath before passing quietly into the corn stalks, phasing through the shield with no trouble, and disappearing from the other's view. He walked slowly ahead, his eyes trying to adjust to the sudden lack of light as he heard a rustle behind him and he swerved trying to spot it in the faded light, only to be followed by another rustle to his side. He turned, barely managing to spot the shadow disappearing deeper into the corn field. He sprinted ahead, pushing his way through the troublesome corn, following the shadowed figure, who brushed the corn aside at a full run. He continued the chase as his heart rate began picking up speed and his breathing became heavy, willing his legs to keep going. Suddenly though, the figure seemed to just vanish from view. Marco brought himself to a stop, panting heavily, as his eyes darted around him looking for any sign of the figure. He tried to keep his nerve, as the tiny tinge of fear shot up his spine, the sounds of rustling seeming to come from every direction. He rotated around in a frantic circle, trying to spot the source of his fright.

Suddenly, he felt something poke his unprotected back and screamed, turning on his heels to face the terrifying stranger, only to come face to face with the smirking Janna, a mischievous smile plastered on her face. “Janna!” Marco screamed in fear, the creepy girl breaking down into a laughing fit.

“You should... have seen... the look on your face,” she gasped out, wiping the tears from her eyes.

“You scared me!” he screamed again, unable to believe the girl.

“Yeah, and it was amazing,” Janna replied, gaining some sense of control of herself, as her laughter slowly died down to a mild chuckle, her face the picture of tranquility.

Marco gave her a glare, feeling his cheeks flush with embarrassment. “Well, I didn't think it was funny,” he mumbled.

“Ah, relax, Marco,” Janna said, putting an arm around the boy, Marco tensing up under her touch. “It was just a joke.”

Marco sighed, knowing arguing with her was pointless, as he tiredly asked, “What are you doing out here anyway?”

“Something cool,” she said, wagging her eyebrows at the startled boy. “Wanna see?”

Marco thought for a moment before answering. He didn't trust Janna, at all, but Star and Jackie clearly valued her as a friend and so he figured he should probably give her a chance. After all, she had helped him out yesterday and though, she seemed a little off-putting, he was curious what it was that had compelled her out there into the middle of a corn maze. Janna smiled, seeing Marco's obvious curiosity, knowing she had won. “Wellll,” he hesitantly said, rubbing a hand up and down his arm, nervously. “Maybe... just this once.”

“Great!” Janna shouted, pushing the boy away from her, sending him stumbling, as she quickly walked over the the nearest corn stalk, plucking off one of the cobs. Marco watched her wearily as she reached into her jacket pocket, pulling out a small metal object.

“What's that for?” Marco asked, as Janna flipped open the top, a small flame lighting up. She gave him another smirk, as he gave her a skeptic look.

“Popcorn,” she replied, holding the corn up to the flame, the whole thing immediately heating up. Marco stepped closer, watching the corn with wonder as it slowly changed color under the intensity of the flame. After a moment, a piece of corn popped, making Marco scream and jump, as a small, fluffy piece of popcorn flew into the air, Janna catching it in her teeth.

“Whoa!” Marco exclaimed in joy, as Janna chewed on the delicious snack. “That was amazing!”

Janna swallowed, giving the boy a grin. “Wanna try?” she asked him and his eyes widened in delight.

“Can I?” he asked, as Janna held out both the corn and the lighter for him to take, Marco eagerly snatching them out of the girl's hands.

“'Course,” Janna replied with a shrug. “Knock yourself out.”

Marco looked down at the objects, with a look of over-zealousness, pausing for a moment before he flipped the small lighter up, immediately creating a spark and flame.

Star took in a deep breath, trying to ignore the eyes trained on her, as she held the wand up high, trying to recall the spell needed, her inner voice chanting to herself to not screw up. Skullnick watched the princess intensely, taking in the shaking of her hands, as she held the wand aloft, mentally crossing her fingers in hopes that Star succeeded in casting the spell. Though she would never admit it out loud, she did hope Star was able to pass the difficult test.

Suddenly, Skullnick got the slightest whiff of smoke in the air, but before she could even question it, the entire corn field lit up in flames, the bubble shield popping into nonexistence. Star's mouth dropped open, as the guards around her went into a panic, running wildly around the field as the Mewnian's greatest source of income burned to the ground, the sky above them raining down flaming pieces of the popped corn. Skullnick quickly took stock of the situation, barking orders to the guards as she attempted to gain some form of control over the growing flames. “Vinny get some buckets of water, stat! Link don't just stand there like an idiot and help the others! Burnie stop spitting on the flames, it isn't helping! Come on, ladies, let's move it, move it, move it!”

Star just stood there frozen, wand still raised, as she looked on in terror at the burning field. She watched as the guards began throwing bucket of water on the flames, hearing Skullnick ask one of the guards, “Who started this anyway?”

“We don't know Ma'am, it could have been anyone,” he replied.

“Well, I'll bet you Toffee had something to do with this, the sneaky lizard.”

At the mention of Toffee, Star eyes widened, looking beside her for Marco, only to realize he wasn't there. She looked around in terror, searching for a flash of red somewhere in the panicked crowd. “Marco! Where's Marco?!” she breathed. Before adding louder, “Has anyone seen Marco?”

A loud, girlish scream echoed around the area, Star turning to the burning corn field as she recognized the source of the yell. “Marco!” she screamed, running toward the flaming field, dodging past the guards trying to block her way.

“Starrrrrr!” Marco screamed, running through the field in a panicked dash, Janna following closely behind him, the end of the maze just a short distance away. He turned to see if any of the flames were close to reaching him, only to trip over a fallen corn cob, Janna bumping into him, sending them both tumbling out of the field, Marco landing roughly in someone's arms.

Marco kept his eyes closed tight, his whole body shaking with fear as he tried to recover from the terrifying ordeal. “Marco, Marco, are you okay?” a familiar voice called and Marco cracked open an eye to see he was in the arms of Star, a look of worry on her pretty face.

“S-Star!” Marco's voice squeaked, as he looked over the burning fields, then to Janna slowly rising to her feet, rubbing her head, and finally to the platoon of guards trying desperately to put out the flames. His gut twisted with guilt, as he saw the mess he had made out of the corn field, Skullnick silently coming up behind the two. “You!” she screamed, pointing an accusing finger at the boy. “Did you see the monster that did this!”

“What monster?” Marco asked, weakly. “There wasn't a-”

“Yeah, the monster!” Janna quickly cut in. “I think I saw it run away into the forest, right after the fire started!” she pointed behind her, Marco giving her a confusing look.

“But-”

“Those rotten scum!” Skullnick hissed, before turning to a random guard. “Spread out and find the monster that did this!”

“But what about the fire?” the guard argued.

“Well put it out first and then spread out and find him!” Skullnick yelled, the guard giving a shaky salute before running off to join the others.

Marco watched the scene unfold with growing guilt, before being lifted up by Star, who held onto him tightly in case his legs gave out. Marco just looked depressingly at the floor as Star checked him over for new injuries. “Everything alright?” she asked, with concern and Marco just nodded. “Okay, well why don't you go over somewhere where I don't have to worry about you getting burned.” She gave him another smile, but it felt hallow to Marco as she ran off to help the others with the catastrophe. He slowly walked away from the fire, heading for the castle, his insides twisted up into knots of guilt. Star had been wrong, he shouldn't have come with. Now everything was ruined because of him. And the monster's were taking the blame for it all.

…

The rest of the day passed in a haze of popcorn, flames, and panic. After a while, they managed to get the fire under control, losing about half their crop of corn, the whole thing converted over to its fluffy, white substitute. Star helped out where she could, casting every water and ice spell she knew in an attempt to calm the raging fire, and with Skullnick's directions the guards were able to more than make up the rest of it, the fire contained and destroyed under the troll's excellent leadership skills. Janna watched the whole thing from the sidelines holding out a red and white striped box, that quickly filled with the popcorn from heaven as it rained down around the field. Jackie had eventually come to see what the commotion was about and helped them clear away the popcorn mess, forcing her reluctant, beanie-wearing friend to help out. Finally, the end of the day had arrived, the sun slowly shrinking into the sky and the guards, following Skullnick's orders, began to quickly spread out into the forest around their home in search of the monstrous culprit, while the servants finished bagging up the last remains of popcorn and hauling it away to storage. Star only hoped that the people of Mewni had no problem with eating popcorn for a while.

Once things had calmed down, Star put up a new shield, finding the task far easier than the last couple of hours had been, Skullnick not even looking her way as Star fulfilled her required goal, more interested in catching the monster responsible than Star's test, taking all the stress off of the princess with no one watching. Once the shield was up, Skullnick left to tell the king and queen about the situation, assuring her that it would be dealt with swiftly. Star just smiled and waved, not looking forward to the phone call she would no doubt be getting before the end of the night.

With Skullnick gone and the disaster settled, Star decided to retire for the night, needing to relax after such an exhausting incident. She grabbed a quick bite to eat from the kitchen, before heading to her room to change. But, on the way, she stopped one of the maids, asking her if she had seen any sign of Marco, the boy having disappeared shortly after the fire started. She informed her that Marco hadn't eaten anything since breakfast and had instead locked himself in his room, where he had been unresponsive for hours. Star thanked the maid, keeping her voice and expression light, hiding her inner concern for the boy well, as she headed off for her room once again, this time at a much faster pace, feeling the need to check on the boy as soon as possible.

…

Marco let out a depressed sigh, fighting back the tears that were threatening to spill. This day had been awful. He hadn't done a single thing right all day and everything he had done had only made things a million times worse for everyone. He now knew why Toffee had told him to stay out of the way, because he was incapable of doing anything right. As if on cue, Marco's back began to ache, Toffee's scars throbbing against his bed sheets and Marco rolled over onto his side, pulling his hoodie up to his chest, seeking comfort in its warmth.

He had taken it off, hours ago, when he had locked himself in his room, not feeling fit to where the colorful clothing, Star's kindness feeling wasted on his useless self. Marco buried his head deeper into the soft cloth, letting a few tears spill out, as he softly muttered, “Star would be better off without me.”

Marco jumped as there was a soft knock on his door. He wiped his eyes free of tears with the back of his hand, looking at the door with intensity. There was a second knock, this one a bit louder, followed by a familiar voice, “Marco?”

Marco felt his heart rate pick up as he recognized the voice of the pretty princess. “Uh, no one's here,” he answered, jumping off his bed and trying to find a hiding spot.

There was a pause at the door, before Star's voice said, “Marco I know you're there. Please open up the door.” Her voice sounded worried and Marco felt his chest clench with guilt. He looked longingly at the door, trying to decide if he wanted to open it or not. But he heard the sound of Star exhaling shakily and his resolve broke.

He flew to the door, throwing it open quickly, the two's shocked gazes locking with each other, brown meeting blue. For a few seconds, the two just stared at each other in silence, their cheeks marks lighting up against their knowledge. “Um,” Marco began, trying to keep his voice calm. “I-I didn't mean to-”

“I-It's okay,” Star stuttered, her voice equally nervous. Her eyes jumped to the floor, Marco scratching his cheek with embarrassment. Star coughed trying to clear her tight throat. “I came to check on you. You kinda disappeared a while back and they said you locked yourself in your room.”

“Yeah, I just...” Marco's face fell, his eyes unwantingly filling with tears. Star looked at him with concern, watching his saddened face intensely. Marco took a deep breath before shakily confessing, “It wasn't a monster that started the fire earlier. It was me.” Marco looked shamefully at Star the tears threatening to spill from his eyes. “I messed up everything. You probably don't even want me around anymore.” Star heard the strain in Marco's voice and felt her heart twist up in a knot at how sad he sounded.

“Oh, no,” Star instantly soothed, pulling him into a hug. “Of course I still want you here. You just had a bad day that's all. Everybody has them. I'm sure tomorrow will be better.”

“But I-” Marco started, but Star shushed him, rubbing a hand up and down his back.

“It's okay. Everything is fine,” she soothed, feeling Marco slowly start to relax against her. “I'm not mad, I promise.”

“Really,” he asked, his voice a tight squeak.

“Of course,” Star replied, pulling away from him so she could give him a comforting smile. “Everything is gonna be just fine.” Marco looked at her for a moment with the same, sad expression, until he gently wiped the tears from his eyes with the back of his hand, giving her a soft smile, though she could still see the tiniest tinges of sadness beneath. Star thought for a moment, trying to think of a way to cheer the boy up, before an idea suddenly popping into her head.

“Come on,” Star said, pulling on Marco's arm, shocking the boy as she slowly began dragging him away down the hallway, Marco too upset to argue. Star looked behind her, giving the boy a smile, saying, “I think I know something that will cheer you up.”

…

Star brought Marco out onto a balcony, the tower it was resting on so high, you could see practically all of Mewni from it. Marco felt the cold, evening air wash over him, making him chilled, and he quickly put his hoodie on once again, seeking its warmth. Star didn't seem bothered by the cold though, as she gently pulled Marco closer to the edge, the boy stiffening as he looked down at the dizzying heights below his own feet, squeezing Star's hands tighter. “So why exactly did you bring me... way up here?” Marco asked, his voice shaking slightly with fear.

“Because, this is the best spot to show you my surprise,” Star answered seriously, trying to hide her smile.

“And what surprise is that?” Marco asked, looking away from the long drop below to give the princess a quizzical look. Star gently reached up and grabbed the sides of his face, Marco's face blushing beet red from her touch. Star looked deep into his eyes for a moment, whispering, “Wait for it.” Marco felt his heart thump against his chest as she slowly leaned closer to him.

Suddenly, she turned his head so he was now looking out across the vastness of Mewni, his eyes shifting from one of confusion to wonder as the setting sun lit up the darkening sky with a bright, red beauty that left Marco mesmerized. Star smiled, studying the boy's face as his eyes grew wider and wider, the suns on his cheeks spinning in an excited circle from beneath Star's fingers. “Wowwww,” he breathed, his whole face shining with excited curiosity, Star almost unable to bare how cute that face was.

“I know right,” Star answered in equal awe, looking at at the colorful sky. “It's beautiful.” Marco nodded slowly in agreement. Finally, Star removed her fingers from his face, taking a seat next to him and pulling him down so he was sitting as well, his eyes never once leaving the breathtaking sunset.

“I've never seen anything like it,” Marco admitted. And it was true. This was, in fact, Marco's very first sunset. Though he had always wanted to see one, Toffee would never let him outside and by this time of night the castle was too guarded for him to sneak out.

“Yeah,” Star agreed, drawing her legs up, so she could rest her head on her knees. “It's been so long since I came up here, I almost forgot how beautiful it was.”

The two went silent for a moment, just staring out at the sunset, mesmerized. Until Marco finally spoke up. “Star?”

“Hmm.”

“How did you know I would like this?”

Star turned to him and he followed her example. “I just... suspected,” she replied with a shrug and Marco gave her a grateful smile.

“Thank you, Star. For sharing this with me.”

“Your welcome, Marco. What are friends for?”

The two smiled at each other for a moment, until Marco noticed something different about the girl, something he had been too distracted and sad over before to spot. “You're wearing the headband,” he said, pointing at the two small horns pocking out of the top of her hair.

“Oh, yeah,” Star shyly responded, self-consciously adjusting them on her head. “Well I have to wear my crown when I'm on 'princess duty' but during my free time I thought I could-”

“They look nice,” Marco complimented, looking at the headband with approval. Star blushed, bringing her hands down to her side.

“Thanks,” she timidly replied, trying to will her blush away. But Marco didn't seem to notice looking back out at the sunset with a smile, all thoughts of worry or sadness gone from his mind.

“Y'know this really was the perfect ending to a great day.” Star watched him, softly, her blush slowly fading as she took in his peaceful face. She reached out a hand, gently fitting her fingers inbetween his own, before looking back out at the setting sun once again.

“Yeah, it was.”

The two just stayed like that for a while, watching as the setting sun slowly shrunk into the sky, signaling an end to another day in the kingdom of Mewni.

#star vs #star vs au #My writing #Light of the Sun and Stars #Starco

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RWBY Volume 6 Episode 7 “The Grimm Reaper” MicksteRecap-BEHOLD THE NICE BACKGROUNDS!

Hey everybody, last night’s Christmas party was a DOOZY, sorry I’m late-TIME FOR THE MICKSTERECAP!

IT STARTS OFF-

-THE SANCTUARY of the spring relic...which...Salem can just enter any time she wants apparently! Man, maiden powers AND a secret hideout, that’s awesome!

Hell, she can even invite FRIENDS inside! Just get some chairs, a TV and surround sound, you’ll have a chill pad!

Either way Cinder gives Neo the low-down about how Salem ordered Cinder to take Ruby alive NOT dead-ALL WHILE-

2:58 ...she...plays with her knife, like a total creep! I ain’t judging, we all gotta stim from time to time.

Anyway, Cinder tells Neo that while she can’t kill Ruby, NEO hasn’t taken ANYONE’S orders, and then the two become best murder friends forever!

Because we ALL KNOW how well the LAST time Cinder made a deal with a recurring antagonist...also holy crap Neo’s tiny, she’s like a murderous Felicity Smoak!

A THEN CUT TO-

3:38 THE BRIDGE FROM EVERY SAMURAI STORY! Don’t lie, you got Samurai Jack flashbacks to. It is HERE WE SEE-

-absoLUTE cosplay bait! LOOK AT THAT-its glorious!

And you just KNOW what’s comin’ next folks-

4:20 ONE ON ONE MONSTER FIGHT BITCHES!

Maria starts out with a bridge back-flip-

THEN-does a gun-scythe-kama toss-

-AND LANDS THAT SHIT IN THE SHOULDER-but wait-THERE’S MORE!

SHE FLICKS THE PURPLE SWITCH-oh Mauvisto we fear your dark power-WHICH TURNS OUT TO BE-

-MAGNETIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIC SCYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYTHES-bitch! Most likely due to gravity dust! She then uses it to FLOAT HER ASS up to the bird!

“I’M MARY POPPINS Y’ALL!”

She SPINS IN for a shoulder strike-

AND LANDS-in the shoulder! Lot of shoulder strikes with this bird.

She then steers it through the anime mountains-

THROWS-one of her kamas-IN THE MIDDLE OF THE AIR-

-creating what LOOKS like a fixed point of gravity-

-PULLS back her weapons forcing the bird into a quick-stop turn, STEERING THAT FUCKER-

-RIGHT INTO A MOUNTAIN! FUCK YES-pro Huntresses rule! She also LANDS that bitch-

-RIGHT INTO A DITCH! RHYMING!

She then pulls one of her kmas out and everything is fine-OR IS IT?!

Nevermore: Hey.

Maria: Oh...hey.

Nevermore: Whatcha doin?

Maria: OH-I was just going to leave.

Nevermore: That’s nice, but how about I eat you instead?

Maria tries zigging and zagging-BUT-

4:56 It knocks both her weapon-

AS WELL AS HER! She’s only got ONE OPTION-

VAGUELY EXPLAINED MAGICAL SUPERPOWER GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

5:09 DAMN-petrified and then crumpled in MID-air!

After that kerfuffle, Maria than just goes on her merry way-

Tock: SURPRISE BITCH-I’m a crocodile!

We are then treated to one of the shortest...and MOST epic action exchanges of ALL time! Which starts out with THIS-

Maria: I don’t think you know who I am.

Tock: Course I do!

Clock: *Wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiind-DING!*

Tock: YOUR the Grim reaper!

AND YES-there are screws in her croco-teeth, don’t question it, its just awesome.

Tock: And THESE are the last 60 seconds of your life.

*SHING*

6:10*GLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW*

And yes, the action scene ends exactly SIXTY seconds after she starts glowing, AS WELL as the clock stopping sixty seconds after it officially started and its absolutely brilliant-TO THE FIGHT-

6:13-Tock starts with a straightforward slash-BUT Grimm Reaper Maria blocks it like a boss-BUT-

6:16 -TOCK knocks away one of her mini-scythes-BUT MARIA-

-NOT ONLY gravetizes her other scythe back to her-

-BUT WHILE BLOCKING SHOTGUN CHARLIE-damn she was great in her prime. THEN-

-she slashes Machete Jackson RIGHT in the face-

6:27 Knocks away BOTH of these punks-

6:30 While knocking Hammer Armond down-LIKE A BOSS! BUT THEN-

6:31 TOCK comes in with the double slash, grinning like a mad woman.

Jackson and Tock get the jump on her, one zigs, the other zags, PROMPTING MARIA TO ACTIVATE-

6:44 BO-STAFF MODE-now it has DOUBLE the attack power!

She goes in striking Jackson-

-BUT TOCK-gets up close and personal-

6:47

And in a SPLIT second-

JACKSON’S back up and tag-teams Maria with Tock...wait, not like that.

Maria knocks back Jackson again, she zigs, Tock zags, LOTSA ZIGGING AND ZAGGIN UP IN THIS

ALL THE WHILE-the same tick-tick ticking is going on-OOOH-its like a Venture bros scene!

Maria looks like she’s got the upper hand-BUT TOCK-

6:56 BITES THE FUCK THROUGH her battle staff-

6:57 HEADBUTTS AWAY-her mask-

-where it SHATTERS in mid-air, holy SHIT! ALSO-Maria is pretty-HUZZAH!

Either way this LEADS TOCK-

7:01 -to slash her GOD DAMNED eyes open! All. Within. 60. SECONDS! HOLY SHIT!

Tock high off her victory then starts gloating to the no de-eyed Grimm reaper, mocking her as weak while Maria blindly shoots her gun-scythes-WHILE ALSO-

-throwing one of her weapons behind her, which Tock isn’t worried about at all...for some reason.

*CLICK*

*KER-SLASH* Dead...presumably.

Never doubt the power of purple folks.

8:04 FLASH FORWARD to the present, where everyone in the cart being pulled by a SINGLE motorcycle deals with the fact that they were travelling with THE Grimm Reaper this whole time. Seriously Qrow straight up geeks out a little to, admitting he based his scythe on her weapon...well...just the scythe apparently, also his gun is more of a shot-gun where as hers seemed more like glocks AH whatever.

Maria than gives herself a BIG OLD pity party, mentioning that even after she got her new fancy robot eyes she couldn’t bare to go back out into the field, fearing the danger that comes with battle and...I KNOW she’s clearly going to be Ruby’s mentor, but I ALSO hope she bonds with Yang as well, as holy SHIT she’s similar to Yang.

Both lost appendages during battle, both had said appendages replaced with mechanical accouterments, and BOTH are hilarious! HELL for wall we know Maria also had an almost-girlfriend who ran out on her, another almost girlfriend who got shipped off to Narnia, and a little sister who kept battling because CRIME!

Hell, she PRACTICALLY acknowledges it-

9:11 Maria: Because some of you are clearly stronger than me all ready.

Yang: *Sad ephiphany face*.

DAMN am I glad she’s part of the group!

After Maria avoids Ruby’s plea to train her to use her magical Grimm zapping super eyes-WE GETS A SCROLL CALL-

Jaune: OH MY GOD I WAS SO WORRIED ABOUT YOU ARE YOU ALIVE?!

Ruby: I answered the SCROLL Jaune, the answer is clearly yes.

Jaune: I just miss my friends.

-INFORMING THEM ALL-that they are RIGHT CLOSE TO-

10:20 BASINGSE-I mean-THE WALLED CITY OF ELDIA-wait not...ARGUS-yeah Argus! But FIRST Team RWBYQOM needs to FACE-

-THE STEEPEST HILL ON THE FACE OF THE PLANET! I mean...LOOK AT THAT THING-its huge! Also I love the design of the trees and the grass, its just beautiful!

BUT-through the magic of television-

-THEY’RE ALL READY THERE! Seriously I bet it took them like TWO hours inching down that path. I know construction is always lax in Remnant due to Grimm attacks, but someone NEEDS to make that path safer!

But enough about that-BEHOLD-

-THIS CASTLE WALL-with lots of armed guards on the top! No Titan is gonna sneak up on the city on THEIR watch!

But enough abou that-ITS HUG TIME:

And a billion shippers hearts, just exploded.

After the love fest, we get-ARGUS SCENERY THROUGH WORLD-BUILDING:

Look at all this, Rooster Teeth’s background budget got WAY bank and they are FLAUNTING that wealth!

This Objects and Oddities lady is my favorite, she’s just SO pissed off, I wander why?

We also see-

-A MOVIE THEATER-showing such brand spanking new films, INCLUDING-

TRYST IN THE MIST-a raunchy tale about a romantic affair that takes place IN THE MIST! Given 4 stars by “Incredibly specific affair based movie” monthly!

...a...MOVIE within a movie apparently...weird.

DEMON IN THE DEEP-one of several monster movies that SOMEHOW exist on Earth-RWBY. I’m just saying, with all the REAL monster attacks, wouldn’t monster movies seem insensitive? SPEAKING of insensitive-

THE FALL...of Beacon...I know I’m not the first to say this but too soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooon.

So bla bla bla, Argus was made to promote trade between kingdoms, bla bla bla, Atlas military has all but abandoned it bla bla bla-LET’S MEET JAUNE’S SISTER!

LOOK AT HER! FEEL-her youthful and adorable mom energy!

And the REST of the episode is PRETTY MUCH just an assortment of adorable images.

Yang playing airplane with baby Adrien(THE CUTENESS).

THE THREE ARMED-flopping Jaune-IN ALL of its glory!

AN INSULTED BOY-

12:56 -and the women who adore him-

AND ALL THE ARC SIBLINGS:

Okay I don’t know HOW many fan-artists are left on Tumblr due to the incoming purge, but I want some ADORABLE web-comics based on this STAT! LOOK AT MINI-JAUNE-he’s so CUTE! And just when you things couldn’t get ANY better-

13:22

Sapphron: Everyone, this is my wife Terra Cotta.

BAM-twenty gay-TEEN mother fuckers!

SUBTLE-Renora sandwich time! Look at these two, YOUNG LOVE mother fuckers!

But more importantly Terra asks THE REAL questions-

Terra: Is that (Bringing students along on dangerous Huntsman missions) even legal?

Qrow: Er, uh, of course!

And I just...LOVE that both Maria and Ruby have the exact same looks on their faces, their both thinking “The closest thing we have to a real chaperone is a bipolar alcoholic...this is what my life has become”.

After a nice little sandwich lunch, and learning that Terra Cotta-Arc is a hardworking radio engineer being unjustly accused of bad mistakes(if there’s ANYONE to blame its Lionheart), while team RWBY decides the best way to GO to Atlas is with the LOCAL MILITARY BASE-which I’m sure will accept them with OPEN AR-

SLAM

Ooooooooooooooooooor not. Hey, its only HALF way through the season, they gots PLENTY of time!

SUMMATION-this easily had one of the BEST action sequences of the ENTIRE season, the backgrounds were BEAUTIFUL and there were just so many cute scenes-TEN OUT OF TEN for me! AND WITH THAT-that’s the end of MICKSTERECAP-if you liked what you read, message me if you want to donate to my Paypal or Ko-Fi. With that I will see you NEXT WEEK-on Mick the Nerd’s a.k.a. Yoshimickster’s MICKSTERECAP! Sorry this one was a bit late!

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astranauticus · 5 years

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11/11/11 Tag Round 10 (?)

tagged by @onceuponanaromantic

This is a week late, clap for me

All OCs are from @through-our-eyes

1) If your OCs had an aura, what would it feel like? What would it look like?

Sylph would have a dark blue aura that helps anyone standing in it focus. Thoughts narrow until you’re only concentrating on the task at hand and all other distractions suddenly seem a lot less.. distracting

Morwyn’s aura would be bright turquoise and probably makes anyone in the general vicinity really hyperactive

Hazel’s would be pale orange and give off a comforting sort of warmth. Standing in it would also make you feel very sleepy

Remy’s aura would be either pale green or light brown, and it’ll have a similar effect to Morwyn’s except it’ll also cause your brain-mouth filter to break down

Arlo’s aura would be pale grey and make people’s thoughts clearer, but also way louder

2) If you had to write your WIPs in another literary style, what would you choose? (e.g. poem, play)

Honestly play would be the easiest in terms of transfer since comic writing (or at least the way I write my drafts) is pretty damn similar to script writing for a play anyway (the only difference being for my comic script drafts I don’t include action cues so much as really badly drawn kaomojis)

3) What courses would your OCs take if they were in university?

Sylph takes law, Morwyn takes either philosophy or ecology (is that an actual course that exists???) and Hazel takes astronomy

Arlo would take either philosophy or literature

I honestly don’t think Remy would go to university.

4) How would your OCs react to being isolated?

For Sylph, it doesn’t really matter to them much. Less people, less distractions.

For Morwyn, depending on where she is she’ll find as many ways to entertain herself as she can but eventually the boredom’s gonna get to her - she’s too social and hyperactive of a person to be isolated without going insane

For Hazel, being isolated would actually be pretty bad for her mental health since it really isn’t hard for loneliness to get to her. Besides, her own mind is her worst enemy.

Arlo probably wouldn’t mind so much since they’re used to playing by themselves, but they’ll still feel the boredom after a while

Remy would likely react similarly to Morwyn, with the main difference being (again, depending on where he’s being isolated) there’s a much higher chance he’ll accidentally injure himself trying to escape

5) What’s your favourite line from your favourite book?

I can’t actually think of one off the top of my head but I can quote my favourite line from The Three-Body problem (a Chinese sci-fi trilogy I highly recommend) specifically in an aroace context (excuse my attempts at translation):

(the main character just ran into a friend and physicist working on a particle collider, holding a bouquet of flowers)

“Who are those flowers for, prof?”

“These bloomed thanks to the heat from the lab’s colliders, of course they’re for myself.”

6) What would the clickbait title be of your WIPs?

(I might edit later but I actually can’t think of one)

7) If your OCs saw injustice, how would they react?

If it’s a single incident:

Sylph would try and reason with the unjust

Morwyn would throw hands

Hazel would either attempt at reason or watch and find a way to report it later, depending on how sure she is that she can defend herself if shit goes wrong

Arlo would attempt reason or, if all else fails, play their trump card: guilt tripping

Remy would throw hands and probably get his ass kicked, did he consider this as a possible outcome? no. no he did not

If we’re talkin systematic injustice:

Sylph would probably write/talk about it a lot and raise awareness in any way they can

Morwyn would do things like organise petitions and protests, in true ‘if you don’t care we’ll make you care’ fashion

Hazel would raise awareness and also figure out ways to help the oppressed

Arlo would focus more on specific actions to take, they probably won’t try to take on the whole issue in one go but would find ways to generate specific/localised change and work up from there

Remy would focus on stuff like protests, spreading the message and just being LOUD in general

8) How would your OC react to losing one of their senses? Which sense would they hate losing most?

Sylph wouldn’t react to much, it’s an inconvenience sure but it’s just a setback and setbacks can be overcome. They would probably react similarly to losing any sense, it doesn’t really matter to them much

Morwyn would be really really annoyed - there’s so much of the world she can’t experience now! Eventually she’ll figure out she can just get Hazel or Arlo to describe the stuff she’s missing out on. She’ll probably miss either sight or hearing the most, she’ll miss seeing the forest and knowing where she’s going and actually hearing her friends talking.

Hazel would probably panic, since her first thoughts would be along the lines of ‘what happened why did this happen to me’. Eventually she’ll make peace with it and try and cope without, although there will be times when she’ll get a bit depressed about what she has lost. Hazel would miss either sight or touch the most - she’s scared of being alone in the dark and she’s a pretty clingy person so she would miss feeling other people cough Morwyn cough by her side.

How Arlo reacts depends on how old they are when they lose their senses: younger Arlo would freak out, and recovery would probably take quite a while for them (5 stages of grief and all that). Older Arlo would be a lot more chill about it - they might be concerned and worried at the start but will eventually just focus on getting used to a new way of life. Again, Arlo would probably miss sight or hearing the most, but this is mostly because communication and getting their message across is really important to Arlo

9) What is the most satisfying moment your OC had?

10) An essay question I had to do in Lit goes ‘Choose 2 short stories and show how they go around the world or broke your heart’. What is the most heartbreaking moment your OCs experienced?

Screw you Ink I can’t actually answer these two without spoiling the plot of the Meaning of Stonehenge (don’t worry, I’ll come back and edit this after the episode’s over)

11) If your OCs were writers, what genres would they write in?

Sylph would either write non-fiction or stuff like 1984 that uses a fictional setting to comment on society

Morwyn would love writing fantasy or sci-fi: the more fantastical the better

Hazel would probably write either romance or mystery novels, the only rule being there won’t be a lot of action involved

Arlo would be into either non-fiction or children’s books, particularly children’s fantasy

Remy would love writing adventure novels with lots of action and suspense

Questions:

1. What is your OCs’ favourite day of the week?

2. What genre of music would your OCs listen to?

3. How high is your OCs’ pain tolerance?

4. What object/thing (e.g. car/house) would your OCs be the most scared of losing?

5. How would your OCs react to finding a lost and crying child?

6. A friend once called me her pet peeve because she’s a really meticulous person while I am very messy/clumsy. What kind of person would be your OCs’ pet peeve?

7. What part of your story do you usually come up with first? (e.g. characters/plot/worldbuilding)

8. If you had to represent your OCs’ voice with a font, what font would it be?

9. What would your OCs do on valentines day? (applies to both taken and single characters)

10. Would you trust your OCs to break bad news to a stranger? Why/Why not?

11. What would your OCs do to earn money in a dire situation?

I don’t actually know many people on this site, so anyone who sees this post is free to reblog

#11/11/11 #through our eyes #@ the threebody problem quote #i honestly love that professor to death #hes so bitchy #and for the pet peeve thing the exact conversation went something like #'yknow how some people have pet peeves my pet peeve is a person wanna guess who it is?'#'me?' 'yeah'

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65 Questions You Aren't Used To

Tagged by @an-all-write-life, thank you lovely!

1. Do you ever doubt the existence of others than you?

I think I may have answered this one before, but basically no.

2. On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you?

1, maybe 1.5. I really don’t mind the dark, but sometimes it’s the unexplained sounds that will get me.

3. The person you would never want to meet?

I don’t know if any of you watched Community, but Troy loved LeVar Burton, he was his favorite celebrity. Even though Troy loved LeVar Burton, the most he ever wanted was a picture/autograph, he explicitly told Pierce that he never wanted to meet him. When Pierce brought LeVar Burton in as a way to mess with Troy, he was completely starstruck and could not speak, he just sat there wide eyed and terrified of disappointing his hero, until he ran away from dinner screaming. Long story short, any sort of media hero I have I wouldn’t want to meet because I’d probably make Troy look like a normal person with how starstruck I got.

4. What is your favorite word?

Oh boy, this is a lot of pressure! I don’t want to offend all the other words. I’ll go with onomatopoeia because it’s kind of fun!

5. If you were a type of tree, what would you be?

An oak, I guess. They look pretty as they change, and dropping the acorns can cause mild annoyance, which I seem to be able to do pretty easily for the friends and family around me.

6. When you looked in the mirror this morning what was the first thing you thought?

Why does it have to be Monday??(I answered this when I started working on these yesterday)

7. What shirt are you wearing?

Simple pink and gray stripes.

8. What do you label yourself as?

Nerd

9. Bright room or dark room?

Dark, it just feels kind of relaxing and like it’s time to unwind.

10. What were you doing at midnight last night?

Sleeping - I’m kind of boring and go to bed by 10:30 (usually earlier) every night, so I’m definitely dead asleep at midnight.

11. Favorite age you’ve been so far?

I actually really enjoyed ages 18-20, and 23 was pretty good too. I’m sure I’ll hit a good stride of ages again, but until I hit that sweet spot, I’m just going to roll with it and have the most fun I can.

12. Who told you they loved you last?

Umm, probably my friend Alex telling me she loves me more after I had sent her a second reminder in a night that I love her. Or my mom.

13. Your worst enemy?

Honestly, I’m probably my own worst enemy.

14. What is your current desktop picture?

It’s the generic blue design that came with the laptop

15. Do you like someone?

In any way other than platonically, no not right now.

16. The last song you listened to?

Either “Rich” by Maren Morris or “Hotel Key” by Old Dominion on my way into work.

17. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up?

If I dislike someone that much, shouldn’t they just be left to suffer...like forever.

18. Who would you really like to just punch in the face?

It would be too easy to say some of those politicians that I think are awful and spewing hate, but that’s probably who I’d want to hit the most. But then I’m putting hate and violence out there and I aspire to be better than those I wish to punch in the face.

19. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do?

Yeah, people shouldn’t own people. What I would be more interested

20. What is your best physical attribute? (showing said attribute is optional)

Probably my eyes or smile.

21. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you look like and what would you do?

Umm, I sure hope that would mean I would be tall! At least considerably taller than 5’2” and then I’d go and reach stuff on the top shelf...without a step-stool.

22. Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it?

If I do, it’s news to me.

23. What is one unique thing you’re afraid of?

My fears are pretty run of the mill.

24. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your disposal.

I might just be pretty boring and say a really good grilled cheese with like a good kind of cheese like pepperjack or something.

25. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it?

If only that would cover all my loans! I’d probably treat myself to something like a new pair of heels or just save it for a bit and maybe put it towards Christmas presents.

26. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere in the world, but you have to leave immediately. Where are you going to go?

Probably back to Spain. I loved the four months I lived in Salamanca and want to go back! Also, my host family was amazing, and I’d love to visit them again.

27. An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. “Be brand-specific” it says. Man! What are you gonna say about that? Even if you don’t drink booze there’s something you can figure out… so what’s it gonna be?

I’d probably get some Barefoot Pink Bubbly, but I’d be a little suspicious of some greater ulterior motive.

28. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place?

Everybody has to be left-handed lol, actually establishing some sort of guidance for rights and behavior, making sure that all groups are treated equally and fairly.

29. What is your favorite expletive?

Shit. As much as I curse in real life, I try to avoid it in my writing, instead opting to find other words to express the sentiment, although that isn’t always possible.

30. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the one thing you’re going to save from that blazing inferno?

Probably one of my mom’s jewelry or memory boxes that has mementos from my late grandma in them. It would mean the world to her and I was close with my grandma too, so I’d still be able to preserve a piece of her.

31. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

As much as I’d love to erase any bouts of poor mental health I’ve had in the past, I’ve learned from them and without that experience, I wouldn’t be prepared to tackle my next big challenge whatever it may be.

32. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool shit… you can move to anywhere else in the world!

Just like in question 26, I’d probably move to Spain!

33. The Celestial Gates Of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn’t think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person/etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back?

As much as I would love to bring my godfather back, it wouldn’t be fair to take him from the afterlife, or to put his wife, kids and the rest of us who love him through that pain again. If I could open some sort of communication between this life and the next, I would absolutely offer it to him. At least being able to communicate would probably be able to heal some wounds for a lot of us here, and I’d love for his 10 year old son to get to know him outside of the stories he hears from me and the rest of his family.

34. What was your last dream about?

Selling houses and moving...just all around kind of odd.

35. Are you a good….[insert anything you’d like here]? - Are you a good listener?

I’d like to think I am, yes. Recently at my weekend job, I was clocking out for the day and finished one of my purchases and the woman in front of me had a bag that was just a little too heavy for her to carry, so I brought her bag out to the car for her. I ended up spending another 20 minutes out there with her talking, well she was doing most of the talking, and before we went separate ways she kept thanking me for listening to her. So if that is any indication, yes I am a good listener, also it broke my heart that she felt the need to thank me for listening to her because it tells me that she really isn’t getting much of that in her life.

36. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital?

I’ve been to the emergency room twice, but never admitted to the actual hospital. And both of those visits were within three days.

37. Have you ever built a snowman?

Grew up in New England, it’s kind of a mandatory part of childhood here.

38. What is the color of your socks?

Gray and teal

39. What type of music do you like?

Country, plus some pop and rock

40. Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets?

I’m rarely up for sunrises, but when I was in college, I was pulling an all nighter in our computer/printer room and I got the most spectacular view of the sun rising over the mountains in Vermont. It made up for the severe lack of sleep I was experiencing.

41. What is your favorite milkshake flavor?

Chocolate

42. What football team do you support? (I will answer in terms of American football as well as soccer)

I don’t sport. As far as American football goes, I suppose the NY Giants, but in reality it’s more of anyone who isn’t the Patriots.

43. Do you have any scars?

A few on my arms from stupid stuff while growing up, like fighting with my sister.

44. What do you want to be when you graduate?

I graduated from college 3 years ago and still don’t know. Maybe to know and be happy and secure.

45. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

Physically - the list is kind of long and pretty personal. Otherwise, I’d get rid of those nasty things like my anxiety and depression.

46. Are you reliable?

Almost to a fault where some people have tried to take advantage of it so they could slack off.

47. If you could ask your future self one question, what would it be?

Have you found the happy path you want to be on?

48. Do you hold grudges?

Yes, but it’s something I’ve been trying to work on. I’ll stop and think what did this event/person impact my life and is it still important? That’s been pretty helpful for letting things go. I doubt I’ll ever be able to move on from things immediately, but being able to step away after I’ve had some time and choose forgiveness really does help.

49. If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature, what new animal would you create?

CatDog

50. What is the most unusual conversation you’ve ever had?

Probably once when talking about childhoods and one girl brought up how she got sent to water therapy because she would insist that she was a mermaid and didn’t have legs to walk. If I remember correctly, they thought this was her way of manifesting her fear of water, but really with her red hair, she just wanted to be Ariel from Little Mermaid. It was definitely a wild ride of a conversation.

51. Are you a good liar?

Yes and no. I’ve got some tells, but over the past few years, I’ve gotten much better at hiding them.

52. How long could you go without talking?

If I’m not talking because I’m mad, at least a few days. I love talking, so if there isn’t much of a reason to be silent, I’m probably going to be talking. There have been a few times I’ve been home alone and will just begin talking to the dogs or the cat as I’m going about my business.

53. What has been you worst haircut/style?

As much as I like them every time I get them, bangs! Within a few months I’m done with wanting to deal with the maintenance and they never looks as good as when I first get them done. Some folks look absolutely amazing with bangs, but as a long term thing, they are just not for me.

54. Have you ever baked your own cake?

Yes! I love to bake.

55. Can you do any accents other than your own?

A little bit. With practice I can start to imitate other regions of the US and with enough drinks, I’ve tried an Irish accent.

56. What do you like on your toast?

Butter with a bit of cinnamon sugar.

57. What is the last thing you drew a picture of?

If painting counts, and I’m going to say it does for this, then a nice riverbank landscape I did at a paint and wine studio near me.

58. What would be you dream car?

Jeep Wrangler - like Lorelai’s in Gilmore Girls

59. Do you sing in the shower? Or do anything unusual in the shower? Explain.

Not really, I’m mostly focused on getting what I need to done and getting out. I might go through an argument in the shower while I’m washing my hair, but that’s about it.

60. Do you believe in aliens?

I guess so, but that’s more of the universe is so expansive and I think it’s a little narcissistic to think that we are the only ones occupying it. Besides, if there are no aliens, how will Superman exist to come and save us some day??

61. Do you often read your horoscope?

I don’t, and most of the reason is I don’t believe in them. It’ll pop up in other stuff I’ll be reading, but it always frustrates me that pisces are put at the end of the list so I don’t even try.

62. What is your favorite letter of the alphabet?

R! Yes, it is my initial, but I also like doing the sign for it in my sign language class. The sign is like you’re crossing your fingers, so it’s like R has some mystery and is keeping a secret.

63. Which is cooler: dinosaurs or dragons?

Dinosaurs

64. What do you think about babies?

They are really cute and I like getting to spend some time with them. It can be really fun to watch someone experience so many things for the first time, especially things we take for granted.

65. Freebie! Ask anything interesting you can think of. - Worst movie you’ve ever watched?

Leprechaun in the Hood without a doubt!

I’ll tag anyone else who wants to do this! :)

#tagged #tag game

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storywars-r · 5 years

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4/15 - Fairy Tales

(mjj-nz)

Chapter 1 by R

"Wanna grab coffee?" She asks me, as we sit in the plaza. She's drawing, sketching the folks walking by, and I'm doing some juggling tricks, busking for whatever change I can.

"You mean, like, a date?" I ask, because Cass knows I don't drink coffee.

"Yeah, sure, if you want."

"Cass," I draw her name out, because we've had the conversation a thousand times before. "I'm not going to date you."

"Why not? You confessed that you loved me months ago. What's the use of loving if you aren't going to do anything?"

"Because I need to go on a Wuest, or something. Save the kingdom. Get incredibly wealthy. Become something worthy of, well, you."

"Yeah, that's dumb." Cass replies casually. "Don't you know that 90% of Wuests go to either established heroes or princes? You've got no chance of getting anything."

"Yeah, well, then you've got no chance of a date." I laugh, and she groans. "It doesn't need to be a Quest, just, just something, you know? I want to be better than just a busker, y'know?"

Chapter 2 by Jess Ash

She just sighs and shakes her head and gives me that smile that makes my heart pound. It's soft and sweet and it just feels... personal. Like we're the only two people in the room.

All too soon, the smile fades, and she turns back toward her pages. Soft hands grip her pencil and she starts drawing again. I turn back to my juggling, hoping a few coins land in the hat at my feet.

"So, what's your plan?"

Her voice is startling, and I almost lose my rhythm. A ball slips, escaping my grasp, but my fingers snare it just before it touches the floor.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

A snort escapes her, and she rolls her eyes. "Yeah, right. You always have some wild plan to get what you want. Remember when you thought you could make a living in the cockfights, but then realized you didn't have a rooster?"

"Are you seriously bringing that up again?"

She grins again, this one filled with mirth and mischief. "Why not? It was funny. Especially when the farmer started chasing you and you had to run on the sheep to get away."

"I never did get a rooster." I smile, too, but more because of the happiness on her face than the story.

A few seconds tick by. Easy silence stretches between us.

"So, you do have a plan, right?"

Chapter 3 by Swiftybug

"Of course." I laughed, and switched the subject. Or tried to anyway.

"You liar." Cass sneered, "You're a handsome liar, but still a liar."

Why'd she have to know me so well?

"I'll come up with something." I promised. The yellow ball seemed to hang in the sky, hoping to eclipse the sun. But like me, it was just a bit too small.

I had recently painted my balls to look like planets. Earth was tossed up as I spun around and caught it, continuing my tricks as if it had never happened. That one usually got a few coins in the hat, if anyone was watching.

I caught Jupiter and counted my earnings for the day. Not enough. I had produced $4.22, a bread roll, and a pitiful laugh escaping my lips. I put all my balls into the many pockets I'd sewn onto my jacket,

"Think I don't need a Quest now, Cass?"

She glanced into the hat, "Nope. We can make it work."

"I'll see you tomorrow." I smiled.

"I'll walk this way." Cass matched my pace. I loved her. But it made me nervous. I couldn't help but try to hide my home even though she'd been there countless times. Cass deserved more though.

We crossed the street.

"Wanna see my latest?" she asked, already opening her sketchbook. On the page was a boy dancing with his juggling balls in the sun. The rest of the world didn't matter in the picture, but it did to the boy. I looked so free in that picture, with my eyes closed and a wide smile.

I blushed in the shadows, "You gonna color it?"

Cass grew quiet, "Sold my colored pencils." Before I could object she began to ramble, "I bought some chalk. Figured I could make some money off my talent like you."

"What about-"

"None of the museums will take me." Cass had tears in her eyes. Rejection after rejection had broken her, "I won't let you do all the work, Max."

I smiled, and realized our faces were close.

Before anything could happen, Cass's notebook was hit out of her hand. It landed with a splash in a nearby puddle.

Cass yelped in surprise.

"HEY!" I yelled, "What's your problem?"

"Nothin' pal," he stepped out of the shadows, revealing someone older than both of us, "It's you whose got a problem."

"Yer on our turf." Another said, playing with his bat.

"Since when? I thought Karm ruled these streets." Karm as in karma. Treat her bad, she'd treat you worse. Yet I'd somehow found an alliance with the girl.

I didn't like acting like this, but with this type, you had to be tough or get lost.

"Karm left two weeks ago." The kid with the club said.

"Pay up." The first demanded.

"For what?" I asked, slowly guiding Cass behind me.

The bat kid- bat boy?- snickered, "Safe passage."

"These streets are dangerous." The first shrugged, "We just want to keep all our new tenants safe."

"Sorry, it was a slow day." I said, trying to make my way past. I was shoved into the mud for my half truth.

"Wanna try that again, punk?"

"Yah," I grabbed a wooden board and slammed it into the big guy, sending him into a wall.

The bat-boy proceeded to beat me into the ground for that. I never was a good fighter. My head was spinning as I raised an arm in defense. That was bleeding. So was my leg and a knee. And I'd wake up with a killer head ache.

Cass attacked my attacker. That didn't go so well either. The big guy, who apparently wasn't unconscious, grabbed Cass.

"What'cha gonna do now, rat?"

I struggled to stand, "Whatever it takes."

Then a miracle walked into the alley, "Which, on your part, is nothing." Karm threw a small flash bomb into the fray. It went off blinding all four of us.

I felt Karm's hand grab my arm and hand me something. Another hand, "Hold onto your girlfriend, Maxwell."

We ran a bit too fast for a blind man's preference. Slowly my vision improved to general outlines and black dots. I groaned. All the adrenaline left my body, and I was left embarrased that I'd fought at all.

"You good?" Karm asked. I realized we were in my apartment. My breakfast was still on the table, "Nothing broken, nothing bruised?"

Karm was a good person beneath the weird, bipolar act she put up. She was snarky, good-natured, sympathetic, and among the two people I'd trust with my life.

"Uh, yah." I muttered, stumbling as I hit a wall.

"Good." I watched her force Cass to stand, "You wanted one of them 'Quest' things, right? Well, I gotch'ya one."

#sw unfinished #sw fairytale

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i-like-your-genitalia · 7 years

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All those questions you aren't used to?

1. Do you ever doubt the existence of others than you?

Yes, sometimes I think that ive imagined everything up until the moment, or I’m dreaming everything that’s happened. Which isn’t so much doubting the existence of others. But more I’m doubting that those around me and real and rather a figment of my imagination

2. On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you?

It all depends how dark and probably a 2

3. The person you would never want to meet?

Donald Trump

4. What is your favorite word? N/A

5. If you were a type of tree, what would you be?

Ooooh a weeping willow or a palm tree

6. When you looked in the mirror this morning what was the first thing you thought?

“Where did hose pimples come from?”

7. What shirt are you wearing?

I’m wearing a dress 👀

8. What do you label yourself as?

Bisexual

9. Bright room or dark room?

Dark room

10. What were you doing at midnight last night?

I was on my phone either on tumblr or on YouTube

11. Favorite age you’ve been so far?

Being 18

12. Who told you they loved you last?

My mum or @dysfunctionalgroup

13. Your worst enemy?

My own insecurities and fears

14. What is your current desktop picture?

I don’t have a laptop or computer but the one of my phone is of me and my girlfriend and my best friend

15. Do you like someone?

Yes I do

16. The last song you listened to?

Hey Ya by Sweater Beats (cover of Hey Ya by Andre 3000)

17. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up?

Donald Trump or Pence

18. Who would you really like to just punch in the face?

My sister most of the time

19. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do?

Hmmm I don’t know someone rich, and get them to buy me things

20. What is your best physical attribute? (showing said attribute is optional)

My hair probably

21. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you look like and what would you do?

Probably a male version of how I currently look, same skin, eyes and hair texture + colour. I’d be slightly taller than I currently am. Still a little on the chubbier side, but a little more definition. I’d probably have a good play with my dick honestly and eat a shit ton, and watch as it doesn’t make me gain as much weight

22. Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it?

The belly button thing

23. What is one unique thing you’re afraid of?

I feel like I’m afraid of just the usual things, not a huge fan of heights, being alone/abandoned, things that could eat me/kill me, I’m not afraid of the dark, just the potential for bad things to happen when it is?

24. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your disposal.

Lightly toasted ciabatta roll, nice and spicy chicken nibbles (the chicken has been stripped from the bone to put in the sandwich) butter, mayo, lettuce and tomato

25. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it?

Probably of clothes or makeup or skincare

26. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere in the world, but you have to leave immediately. Where are you going to go?

New Zealand-Italy-New Orleans

This seems a little sacrilegious but either absolute vodka (in all the flavours ) or Don Julio Tequila

28. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place?

No intentional physical or emotional harm towards those who are on the island!

29. What is your favorite expletive?

Fuck

My phone or wallet tbh

31. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

God, I don’t know, probably when I went to do work experience and the boss of the salon I was with ended up being a real bitch to me. I was like 16 (and I wasn’t even working for money) and she made me cry.

32. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool shit… you can move to anywhere else in the world!

I am really on this New Orleans band wagon, but I’d probably go somewhere like Bora Bora or the Greek Islands

Carrie Fisher

34. What was your last dream about?

Myself, my girlfriend and a few of my friends were having a movie night but people kept showing up and then we ran out of seats. So I went off in search for something to sit on and found all these mattresses on the side of the road so I dragged them back to the house. Only everyone had gone. So I I piled the mattresses together so it made a tower and the my best friend and her boyfriend got stuck on top!

35. Are you a good….[insert anything you’d like here]?

Yes I’m good

36. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital?

No? I actually haven’t! I mean when I was little but I can’t remember it

37. Have you ever built a snowman?

Yes he was tiny af tho

38. What is the color of your socks?

Not wearing any atm

39. What type of music do you like?

Mostly hip hop - r&b - rap but I’ll listen to most genres

40. Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets? N/A

41. What is your favorite milkshake flavor?

Snickers or Oreo

42. What football team do you support? (I will answer in terms of American football as well as soccer)

I don’t follow either of these

43. Do you have any scars?

I have several on my knees, one on my shin, chicken pox scar above my eyebrow, a burn mark on my shoulder and one on my inner thigh, I also have a boil scar on the opposite thigh and a wishbone scar on my lower stomach

44. What do you want to be when you graduate?

A fully qualified hairdresser

45. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

I wish I had less self doubt

46. Are you reliable?

Mostly

47. If you could ask your future self one question, what would it be?

Am I happy and content with where I am and who I am?

48. Do you hold grudges?

It depends on what the person did (or didn’t do)

49. If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature, what new animal would you create?

A bat and a lizard (maybe a gecko or tuatara) and get a dragon looking creature

50. What is the most unusual conversation you’ve ever had?

How my sister and I aren’t clones and yes I’m 100% sure I’m not her.

51. Are you a good liar?

Surprising yes

52. How long could you go without talking?

I suspect not long

53. What has been you worst haircut/style?

When I decided to get my hair cut to a bob (it wasn’t a badly done haircut I just didn’t suit it)

54. Have you ever baked your own cake?

Yes, tho I don’t know if this question meant in general or for like a specific event

55. Can you do any accents other than your own?

Sadly no

56. What do you like on your toast?

Butter

57. What is the last thing you drew a picture of?

Probably a heart or a star

58. What would be you dream car?

59. Do you sing in the shower? Or do anything unusual in the shower? Explain.

I sing but that’s usually to whatever music I have playing

60. Do you believe in aliens?

I mean why not

61. Do you often read your horoscope?

Yeah, I mostly don’t take it super seriously

62. What is your favorite letter of the alphabet?

M or Y

63. Which is cooler: dinosaurs or dragons?

Both are lit

64. What do you think about babies?

I love babies until they start screaming and you can’t calm them down

65. Freebie! Ask anything interesting you can think of.

#sorry it took so long anon #my phone been having a break down #and it's mt only connection to the outside world #my asks #answered asks #ask me anything

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mbtizone · 7 years

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Man in Black (Lost): INTJ

Dominant Introverted Intuition [Ni]: The Man in Black has one, singular goal: escape the island. Everything he does is just another step in his plan. He is constantly focused on the big picture and has no problem biding his time in service of his objective. He is very patient because he has confidence in the eventual outcome. When he leaves his mother and Jacob and joins the other inhabitants of the island, he doesn’t really enjoy being with them, but they are a “means to an end.” The Man in Black instinctively knows exactly what he needs to do in order to achieve the outcome he desires and he is a skilled manipulator. He understands how to get people to bend to his will and maneuvers people with ease in order to get what he needs from them. He knows just what to tell people to convince them to do what he wants. The Man in Black thinks several steps ahead of those around him and is quite proficient in deceit, making him a particularly dangerous opponent. He has an appreciation for symbolism and even stops in the cave to (literally) tip the scales back in his favor (a metaphor for the victory he believes will come). He also destroys the bottle of wine because it symbolizes the cork in the island, which he plans to someday remove.

Auxiliary Extroverted Thinking [Te]: Creating plans and putting them into motion is all the Man in Black does. He will stop at nothing to get off the island and bides his time with the other inhabitants after leaving Mother because he believes they’re his best hope of achieving freedom. He was able to use their intelligence to create a device that allowed him to manipulate the island’s power source, which he believed he could use to get off the island. The Man in Black takes action and gets things done. He knows how to take charge of situations, give out orders, and get things done. When he finds Senet board game, he decides how it should be played and makes up his own rules which he strictly enforces, much to Jacob’s annoyance.

Tertiary Introverted Feeling [Fi]: Unlike his twin brother, The Man in Black believes that humanity is inherently bad. He has a black and white outlook about things. When he and Jacob find out the truth about what Mother did to their biological mother, The Man in Black promptly leaves her, unable to forgive what she’s done. He decides that he and Jacob are both leaving her because they don’t belong with her. They belong with their own people, but Jacob refuses to go with him. All the Man in Black wants is to be free and everything he does is part of his attempt to turn that vision into a reality.

Inferior Extroverted Sensing [Se]: After Mother thwarts his plan to get off the island and slaughters his people, the Man in Black loses it and stabs her to death. Because everything he does is part of his plan to get himself off the island, the Man in Black doesn’t live in the moment. He’s always planning for the future. The Man in Black has a good sense of his environment and works well within it. He doesn’t mind taking risks or entering dangerous situations when it’s to further his own agenda. Sometimes, he does things without considering the possible consequences. He impulsively had Desmond uncork the island, which resulted in the Man in Black becoming mortal.

Enneagram: 8w9 5w4 4w5 Sp/So

Quotes:

Ben: You used me… you couldn’t kill him yourself, so you made me do it. Man in Black: I didn’t make you do anything. You should know, he was very confused when you killed him. Ben: I seriously doubt that Jacob was ever confused. Man in Black: I’m not talking about Jacob. I’m talking about John Locke. Do you wanna know what he was thinking while you, choked the life outta him Benjamin? What the last thought that ran through his head was? “I don’t understand”. Isn’t that just the saddest thing you ever heard? But it’s fitting in a way, because when John first came to the Island, he was a very sad man. A victim, shouting at the world for being told what he couldn’t do, even though they were right. He was weak, and pathetic, and irreparably broken. But, despite all that, there was something admirable about him. He was the only one of them that didn’t wanna leave. The only one, who realized how pitiful the life he’d left behind actually was. Ben: What do you want? Man in Black: Well that’s the great irony here Ben because, I want the one thing that John Locke didn’t. I want to go home.

Man in Black: What I am is trapped. And I’ve been trapped for so long that I don’t even remember what it feels like to be free. Maybe you can understand that. But before I was trapped, I was a man, James. Just like you. Sawyer: I’m havin’ a hard time believin’ that… Man in Black: You can believe whatever you want, that’s the truth. I know what it’s like to feel joy… to feel pain, anger, fear… to experience betrayal. I know what it’s like to lose someone you love. So if you wanna shoot me, shoot me. But you’re so close, James. It would be such a shame to turn back now.

Man in Black: I wish you hadn’t interrupted me. Sawyer: I’m sorry… I forgot my manners. Man in Black: I forgive you. Sawyer: What happened back at the temple? How’d you know to rescue everybody from that smoke thing? Man in Black: I didn’t rescue them. I’m the smoke thing. Sawyer: You telling me you killed all of those people? Man in Black: I gave them the opportunity to leave peacefully and they didn’t take it. Sawyer: Why not? Man in Black: Because they’re convinced that they’re protecting the Island from me, when in fact all I want to do is leave. So it’s either kill or be killed. And I don’t wanna be killed.

Man in Black: Hello, Jacob. Jacob: Well, you found your loophole. Man in Black: Indeed I did. And you have no idea what I’ve gone through to be here.

Claire: If I go in there, I need to know you’ll do what you said. I want my son back. Man in Black: I always do what I say. Claire: Are you gonna hurt them? Man in Black: Only the ones who won’t listen.

Man in Black: All this is happening a bit sooner than I’d expected, but these people have forced our hand, claiming we stole something from them, trying to provoke us into a confrontation. Well, if that’s what they want, that’s what they’ll get. Gather your things, we’re going to the other island and we’re getting on that plane. James, I need your help with something. There’s a boat moored just a few hours down the shore from here. I want you to get it and meet the rest of us on the other side of these bluffs. We’ll all sail over to the other island together.

Man in Black: No, Hugo. He wants to get us all in the same place at the same time… a nice confined space we have no hope of getting out of… and then he wants to kill us. Sawyer: Kill us with what? Man in Black: With this. Four bricks of C-4. I found them in one of the overheard compartments, wired to the electrical system of the plane. If we would’ve turned it on… boom. Jin: So what now? Man in Black: We can’t be sure he didn’t put more explosives on the plane. It’s not safe. If we’re gonna leave the island, I think we have to take the submarine.

Jack: Don’t pull those wires out. We’re okay. Nothing’s gonna happen. Sawyer: If I don’t pull these wires, Locke’s gonna blow us to kingdom come. Jack: No, he’s not! Locke can’t kill us. Hurley: Uh…what? Jack: This is what he wanted. [2:27 on timer] This is what he’s been waiting for. Everything that he has done has been to get us here. He wanted to get us all in the same place, at the same time–a nice, enclosed space where we had no hopes of getting out of. Jin: I don’t understand. Jack: Locke said that he can’t leave the island without us. I think that he can’t leave the island unless we’re all dead. He told me that he could kill anyone of us whenever he wanted. So, what if he hasn’t because he’s…he’s not allowed to. What if he’s trying to get us to kill each other?

Jacob: What is it? Boy in Black: It’s a game. You play it. Jacob: How do you know how? Boy in Black: I just know. Jacob: Can you show me how to play? Boy in Black: If you promise not to tell Mother. Jacob: Why can’t we tell her? Boy in Black: Because she’ll take it away. So… do you want to play or don’t you, Jacob?

Boy in Black: You can’t do that, Jacob. Jacob: Why not? Boy in Black: Because it’s against the rules Jacob: You made the rules. Boy in Black: I found it. One day, you can make up your own game and everyone else will have to follow your rules.

Jacob: Why do you have all your things? Boy in Black: They’re our things… I took them because we’re leaving and we’re never coming back. Jacob: What? Boy in Black: Just follow me. Jacob: Follow you where? Boy in Black: To the people. Jacob: No. We’re supposed to stay away from them. Boy in Black: They’re our people, Jacob, and we’re gonna live with them. Jacob: No, mother said– Boy in Black: She lied, she lied about everything–all of it. I know you don’t understand, but you have to come with me. I don’t want to go by myself. Jacob: We can’t–Mother loves us. Boy in Black: She doesn’t love us. Jacob: Stop! Boy in Black: It was all a lie! Jacob: Stop it! Boy in Black: She’s not even our mother!

Mother: What? Boy in Black: I know now. There is another place across the sea. It’s where I’m from and I’m gonna go there. I’m gonna go home. Mother: Who- who told you that? Boy in Black: My mother! Mother: I’m your mother. Boy in Black: You killed my mother… Jacob, she was your mother, too. We don’t belong here. We don’t belong with her. Come with me. Jacob: No. Mother: My love, you need to know this. Whatever you have been told, you will never be able to leave this Island. Boy in Black: That’s not true. One day I can prove it.

Man in Black: She know you visit me? Jacob: She never asks about you. Man in Black: Then, I’m sorry I asked about her. Why do you watch us, Jacob? Jacob: I watch because I wanna know if Mother’s right. Man in Black: Right about what? Jacob: About them. Man in Black: Oh, you mean my people. You wanna know if they’re bad. That woman may be insane, but she’s most definitely right about that. Jacob: I don’t know. They don’t seem so bad to me. Man in Black: That’s easy for you to say. Looking down on us from above. Trust me, I’ve lived among them for 30 years. They’re greedy, manipulative, untrustworthy, and selfish. Jacob: Then why are you with them? Man in Black: They’re a means to an end. Jacob: What end? Man in Black: I’m leaving, Jacob. I found a way off the Island. Jacob: No, it’s impossible. There is no way off the Island. [Man in Black hurls a dagger, which adheres like a magnet to a stone block wall – Astounded, Jacob pulls it off the wall, which stops a magnetic humming noise.] Man in Black: There are very smart men among us. Men who are curious about how things work. Together we have discovered places all over this Island where metal behaves strangely. When we find one of these sites, we dig. And this time we found something. Come with me, Jacob. Please… What are you gonna do when she dies?

Man in Black: I spent 30 years searching for that place you brought me as a child–that…waterfall with that beautiful light. I’ve walked this island from end to end, not once coming close to finding it. But, then I began to think–what if the light underneath the island–what if I could get to it from someplace else? Figuring out how to reach it took a very long time.

[the Man in Black sits on a log in the shade, holding a white stone. Jacob shows up] Jacob: Morning. Man in Black: Morning. Jacob: I see you got my present. Man in Black: Don’t gloat, Jacob. It doesn’t become you. Jacob: So you tried to kill me. Man in Black: You expect an apology? Jacob: I’d just like to know why you did it. Man in Black: Because I want to leave. Just let me leave, Jacob. Jacob: As long as I’m still alive, you’re not going anywhere. Man in Black: Then now you know why I want to kill you. And I will kill you, Jacob. Jacob: Someone else will take my place. Man in Black: Well, then I’ll kill them too. Jacob: [hands him a bottle of wine] Well, here’s something to pass the time. See you around. [Jacob leaves] Man in Black: Sooner than you think. [he smashes the bottle against the log, releasing the wine]

Man in Black: Do you have any idea how badly I want to kill you? Jacob: Yes. Man in Black: One of these days, sooner or later, I’m going to find a loophole, my friend. Jacob: Well, when you do, I’ll be right here. Man in Black: Always nice talking to you, Jacob. Jacob: Nice talking to you, too.

Man in Black (Lost): INTJ was originally published on MBTI Zone

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Visitation pt II

Thanks to everyone who has been liking/reblogging this story and the other one! I really appreciate it. Let me know if I should put up the next part a bit quicker than I did with this one, as I have said before: I have no idea what I am doing! If you haven’t read part 1: here it is! Part 3 - Part 4

Title: Visitation

Pairing: Negan x OFC

Rating: SFW (violence and some swearing)

Later that day Rick asked Michonne to accompany him while he talked to Tallulah. The girl didn't seem like much of a threat, but their past experiences had taught them that it was better to be safe than sorry. They would find out as much as they could about her before deciding whether or not she would be allowed to stay.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.” Rick smiled as he passed the woman a bottle of water. “Do you…uh…need anything?” He asked, motioning awkwardly to her swollen abdomen. He was raised to be a nice, Southern gentleman and there was still enough of that deep down inside him to not want a pregnant woman to be uncomfortable in any way, but the fact that she was carrying the spawn of Negan made him feel a bit awkward about it. “I’m fine, thank you.” Tallulah answered. “So, is this my interview? Audition?” She glanced warily at Michonne’s katana, “Interrogation, maybe?” “Think of it more as getting to know you.” Rick said with a reassuring smile. “I’m not saying we think you’re dangerous, but we like to be smart about who we let into our community.” He looked back at Michonne to see if she had anything to add, but the woman just stood there with her steely gaze locked on the newcomer. I guess we’re playing good cop/bad cop, he thought to himself before focusing back on Tallulah. “Why don’t you just tell us your story. Anyone that’s survived this long has got to have a story, right?” Tallulah took a deep breath while rubbing her stomach, as if the child she was carrying could somehow calm her nerves. It usually worked, ‘Just remember the baby’ had been her mantra for the last few months while she tried to find a safe way out of the sanctuary. Taking a deep, steadying breath she began. “I’m from New Jersey, a bit outside of New York City. When the outbreak started getting really bad we were urged to go to relief centers, but we had waited too long and they were absolutely packed. New Jersey had the highest population density of all 50 states, or at least that’s the one thing I remember from 4th grade geography. Anyway it’s a lot of people in a very tiny space and as you can guess it was not pretty.” “Who’s “we”?” Rick interrupted to ask, “Were you with family? Friends?” Tallulah shook her head, “No, not really. Just the neighbors from my apartment complex. We knew one another well enough to say ‘hello’ when we passed and stuff like that, but we weren’t really friends,” she explained before getting back into her story. “A few of my neighbors had already been up to the roof to check out the surrounding area. You could see the city pretty well from up there and my neighbor Frankie was either really into astronomy or had a really creepy nighttime hobby because he had this super expensive, powerful telescope. Manhattan was absolutely mobbed and our neighborhood wasn’t much better. We were pretty much playing by horror movie rules by that point. I mean people were eating each other on the street, so the plan was to get somewhere less populated.” Wow, this was more difficult than she thought it would be. Tallulah hadn’t spoken about this since she met up with Negan and had tried to keep her mind off of it ever since. Perhaps it wasn’t the healthiest way to cope, but who had time for that? Mental health was a luxury these days. “You alright?” Rick asked softly, holding out a box of tissues for her. It was only then that Tallulah realized that she had stopped talking and had begun tearing up a bit. “Yeah, I’m sorry.” She took the tissues from him with a small smile. “I’m gonna blame this on the pregnancy hormones.” “Do you need a break?” He asked, looking back at Michonne to see if the woman had any objections. Rick, like many men, wasn’t always sure what to do about crying women. Tallulah didn’t seem like she was trying to be manipulative, but he was glad that he had Michonne with him for the second opinion. She still hadn’t said anything or even moved, but her silence spoke volumes. “No.” Tallulah shook her head, trying to clear away the cobwebs in her mind. She didn’t want to sit and stew on this for a long period of time. She just needed to get it over with quickly. Quick and painless, like removing a band-aid. “No, I’m fine. Anyway, a few of my neighbors got the idea to get a boat and try to get to one of the islands in the Hudson, which didn’t sound so bad in theory, but not one of them knew how to operate a boat. I mean, it’s not like we could just hop on a ferry or something.” She sighed. She still felt a bit guilty that she didn’t try harder to argue her point of view, but she had always hated confrontation, especially when she wasn’t sure that her position was the right one. “That’s where we split up. Most people decided that the boat was the way to go, except for my neighbor Tony and myself.” “Wait a second.” Rick interrupted trying not to grin. “You were in New Jersey and your neighbors were Frankie and Tony? This sounds like an episode of The Sopranos.” Tallulah surprised herself by actually laughing. She hadn’t laughed in months. “Most of the guys in my area were Frankie, or Tony. We had a lot of Richie’s, too. So, you’d fit right in,” she teased. “Luckily Tony was more of the survivalist type than the mobster type. He had all sorts of multitools, hunting gear, food, and even canned water which I didn’t even know was a thing. We grabbed as much as we could and loaded it into his truck and off we went.” Tony was a good guy. She hadn’t known him very well beforehand, but he hadn’t thought twice of sharing his things with her and taking her along with him. She truly believed that she wouldn’t be alive today if not for him. “Did you ever find out what happened to your other neighbors?” Rick asked. He was trying not to interrupt her too much, but he couldn’t help but be curious. “I have no idea.” Tallulah admitted sadly. “Maybe they’re all alive and well on an island somewhere, hanging with Gilligan and the Skipper, but more than likely they’re a bunch of zombies floating on a boat in the middle of the ocean. If they ever even made it off the dock.” Rick nodded in understanding and even Michonne looked a bit sympathetic. While losing people was difficult, sometimes it’s the not knowing that’s even worse. “Tony had a brother that moved to some little fishing town in Virginia and was apparently an even bigger survivalist than Tony was. He said if anyone could survive the end of the world it was his brother, ” Tallulah continued. “It made sense at the time: the town was small and rural, so not a lot of people and if it came down to it Tony’s brother had a boat and actually knew how to operate it. Besides, we would only be a few hours from DC and if anyone was going to cure this thing it would be scientists at the capital, right?” Her story checked out so far. Rick had thought the same thing himself for awhile, until Eugene had proven himself to be a fraud and the illusion of an end to this crisis had been shattered. “It was fine for a little while. We would drive during the day and park somewhere to sleep at night. He taught me stuff about survival and I made some ‘go-bags’ in case we needed to leave the truck quickly. It was slow moving because of all the cars stranded on the roads and the occasional zombie attack, the trip usually only took between six to eight hours, but it was better than walking.” Tallulah took a long drink from the water bottle in front of her, steeling herself for the next part of her story. It was almost over.

“One morning, just about an hour or so after we started driving again, we hit a roadblock. When Tony went to clear it, a group of men came out of the woods and demanded he give over his truck, his belongings, and me in exchange for his life.” As much as she tried, Tallulah couldn’t stop the tears from filling her eyes. “He yelled for me to run as he tried to fight the guys off, but there were too many. They killed him, but I was able to grab a ‘go-bag’ and get away.” “Were they The Saviors?” Michonne’s voice startled both Tallulah and Rick. She had been absolutely silent until now, so much so that Tallulah had almost forgotten about the intense woman. “What? No. I have no idea who they were. I didn’t stick around to find out, honestly. I was too scared.” She admitted, somewhat ashamed. Tony had done so much for her and she had just left him. “After that I was mostly on my own. I had no idea where I was and the running had taken a lot out of me. I have issues with my spine and back,” she explained somewhat hesitantly. Usually when people found out that she wasn’t completely able-bodied they decided she was more trouble than she was worth. “I had surgery a few years before the outbreak and I was probably going to have to get another, but it never happened, for the obvious reasons. I ran into a few groups along the way and they would keep me with them for awhile either out of pity or because I had some helpful ideas for scavenging and the like, but when the going got tough and it came time to run, I always got left behind. I was too slow, too damaged. Not an asset.” She tried not to be bitter, but it was difficult. Realistically she understood why they had done that. She wasn’t anyone to those people. She wasn’t a relative, a loved one, or even a friend. She was just a hanger-on and not a very useful one at that. No one was going to risk their life for her. She understood, but it still hurt. “What do you mean you had ‘helpful ideas?’” Michonne asked. “What kind of things did you help with when you came across a group?” “I’ve watched a lot of horror movies.” Tallulah admitted sheepishly. “Especially zombie movies. I know it sounds stupid, but zombie lore was kind of helpful. I was also pretty good at finding stuff. My go-to advice was raiding a gas station for maps of the area and a copy of the yellow pages. Then you could make a plan instead of blindly searching for shit.” “Those are pretty good ideas,” Michonne admitted, “but if you couldn’t fight, could barely even run, how on earth did you manage to survive this long?” She wasn’t trying to be mean, she wasn’t even all that suspicious of the woman anymore, but if there’s anything this world had taught her it was that only the strong survived. If you weren’t strong, you’d better have strong people watching out for you. This girl seemed to have survive for a long period of time without either. “Honestly? Pure dumb luck and my natural charm.” Tallulah gave them a self-deprecating grin. “I was cautious. I wasn’t able to kill many of the dead, but I learned pretty early on that as long as I could kill one or two unnoticed I could hide under them until the rest had gone.” As much as Rick was interested in her story, he was suitably convinced that there was nothing in her pre-Negan days that he needed to worry about. It was time to get to the crux of the problem. “How did you meet Negan?” Rick finally inquired. Tallulah smiled, if a bit tensely. This is the part where she’d need to be careful. She didn’t believe that she had done anything wrong, but these people had been badly hurt by Negan and showing too much sympathy for him could put them off. “I had grown disillusioned with finding other groups, so I decided to set up a safe house of my own,” she began. “I took over a room in a motor lodge, you know, one of those motels where all the rooms are accessible from the outside,” she explained. “Even though I had been able to keep hold of my go-bag. the supplies were dwindling. I was going through the other rooms one day, raiding the minibars and checking to see if anyone had left anything behind and stuff like that when Negan and The Saviors pulled up.” Tallulah had been scared shitless when she saw them. She hadn’t trusted rough-looking men all that much before the world had ended, but now that there were no more laws keeping people in check? She tried her damnedest to stay as far away from them as possible. “They went through the motel, took what they needed and offered to take me along with them.” Well, ‘offered’ was a nice way to put it. Negan had asked her to come along, but she really doubted she had much of a choice in the matter. “I wasn’t particularly interested at first, but like I said, I was low on supplies. In between the motel and The Sanctuary we encountered a herd. I prepared myself to be left behind again, but Negan protected me. He pulled me with him and carried me when my legs finally gave out.” Tallulah had been floored by that. She’d only known him for a day or two by that point and he’d gone out of his way to help her, even knowing about her physical limitations. Sure, he’d been hoping to sleep with her, but he wasn’t the first man in the apocalypse that had tried to fuck her. He was the first one since Tony that had tried to save her. “Obviously, we made it out alive. When we got to the Sanctuary he explained the rules and asked me if I’d be interested in being his wife and that was that.” Michonne finally moved from her place against the wall to sit in front of her. Leaning forward with her elbows on her knees she asked, “So you prostituted yourself for an easier life. Didn’t you find that degrading?” “No, but I was never the type to see sex work as inherently degrading even before all this,” Tallulah answered, trying to keep her cool. “What I found degrading was shitting in the woods with only whatever was lying around to clean myself up with and never being able to relieve myself alone in case of attack. It was degrading to have to choose between bleeding all over myself or sticking dirty rags into my underwear every month when I had my period, not to mention how all that dried blood would stay on me for days because there was nowhere to bathe.” Tallulah was trembling now, trying not to let her emotions get the best of her, but having a difficult time keeping her mouth shut. She was tired, hungry, and uncomfortably pregnant. There was only so much a woman could take. “Eating bugs or disgusting, expired food that I normally wouldn’t have fed to my dog was degrading. Fucking a guy that I quite honestly would have fucked anyway, in exchange for him taking care of me and keeping me safe?” Tallulah was looking Michonne directly in the eyes at this point. There was no doubt that this woman could kick her ass three ways ‘til Sunday. She was stronger, tougher, and better cut out for this world than Tallulah was by a long shot, but Tallulah wanted to let them know that she would not be insulted and she would not be pushed around. “That, I did not find degrading in the least.” Michonne sat back without another word and gave Rick a significant look. The two seemed to have a silent conversation while Tallulah just sat there wondering if she had just gone too far with her attitude. Finally Rick turned from his near-telepathic communication to ask, “Why do you want to stay in Alexandria?” Ok, so maybe she didn’t ruin things. Perhaps honesty is the best policy, after all. “Well, this baby is Negan’s. I figured he had a right to know. I’m not asking you to let him out or anything like that, I just want to talk to him.” Rick nodded, glad that she wasn’t going to protest his imprisonment or demand his release. “Why not just go to a different community and start over?” he asked curiously. “The world isn’t all that big anymore,” she pointed out. “No matter what community I go to someone is going to remember me as one of Negan’s wives and put two and two together. At least if I’m here, my child can have some visitation with their father.” “And what makes you think we’re going to let Negan see his child?” Rick inquired. “Do you think he would do the same for me if the roles were reversed?” This is what Tallulah was afraid of. Everyone made Rick Grimes out to be a fair man, but it was also common knowledge that he and Negan did not see eye to eye. Well, that was being polite. Rick downright hated the guy. Why should he have any sympathy for him or his child? “I don’t know,” Tallulah answered honestly, “but you’re supposed to be the good guys. The reason he is sitting in prison and not six feet under is proof of that. You and your people are more merciful and humane and if this prison sentence is about rehabilitation then letting him see his kid is a part of that. Hell, even prisoners on death row used to be allowed visitation.” “And what if we have him locked up for nothing but good, old-fashioned revenge?” Rick countered. “Well, then what could be worse than letting him see his kid and reminding him every day that he won’t be getting out to raise them?” Tallulah really didn’t want to give anyone in Alexandria ammunition to fuck with Negan, but she was getting desperate. “I know Negan has hurt you. He’s a dick, I’m not going to try to deny that fact. We aren’t star-crossed lovers or some fucked up post-apocalyptic Bonnie and Clyde, I’m not going to try to break him out or convince you to let him out or anything of the sort.” Tallulah could see Rick and Michonne weren’t entirely sold yet, so she was just going to lay it all out on the table. If it didn’t work, at least she’d know that she’d tried everything. “I basically followed Jesus around the entire time he was at The Sanctuary, jumped into his car and refused to leave until he agreed to bring me here because I knew this was the only place left for me. There is a good chance that having this baby will kill me.” Tallulah didn’t even try to fight back the tears this time. Although she had known it since the beginning, this was the first time she’d admitted out loud. In this day and age an unplanned pregnancy could easily be a death sentence and almost every woman in her family had needed a C-section since the beginning of medical intervention. Perhaps she’d be as lucky as her great granny Molly McDermott who’d birthed a dozen children with only a few pints of Guinness and a midwife for help, but she wasn’t overly hopeful. “Even if it doesn’t, the weight it’s putting on my back and the trauma from birth could easily incapacitate me for good. I’m not saying this for sympathy. I just want you to understand where I’m coming from. My child shares half of its DNA with one of the most hated men in the region. There is no way he or she is going to get a fair shake and it’s going to be even harder for them if I’m not around. At least if they’re here they will be able to have some contact with family, even if that family is…well, Negan.” She gave a wry laugh. Negan was many things, some good, some bad, but father of the year material he was not. “I’m not asking you to like him, or forgive him or even look at things from his point of view, but everyone has a story. You said that, Rick,” she reminded as she locked her watery gaze on him. “And I know you’re not bad people, but to have survived this long and protected your people so successfully there must be someone out there that considers you their Big Bad Wolf.” Rick looked away, slightly uncomfortable. She was right, except for the fact that most people who crossed him and his family didn’t live to tell the tale, let alone have him become the monster that hides under their beds. He looked to Michonne to make sure they were on the same page and saw reluctant acceptance in her eyes. There was only one thing left to do. Looking back at Tallulah he offered her a comforting smile and began to ask, “How many Walkers have you killed?”

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