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ynbabe · 4 months
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Fake texts au- pt.10 bffs with the rookies+ The Hangover III
I can't believe we're on part 10 already 😭😭😭
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"How could I? I didn't have my phone?" the girl asked slightly panicked,.
"That's because you had mine," Lando spoke up, tapping on his phone, "You logged into your account from mine," he said showing it to the girl.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU STOP ME?" She yelled.
"BECAUSE YOU GUYS KEPT RUNNING ONTO THE FUCKING ROAD AND LOGAN AND ARTHUR COSPLAYED SPIDER-MAN" He yelled back.
"Okay, okay," Max put his hands up to calm the two down, sometimes they were so similar he'd want to ask if Lando had a twin separated at birth, "Lando, what did she post?"
"oh oooh, this going to be fun," the boy said, switching to the girl's profile.
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its_y/n_love me with my Pookie bears everyone say thank you Oscar for paying the Hospital bills 😍
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usernamei SHES GIVINGGG
username she ATE
username they're her pookie bears 😭 she's so unserious I unironically stan her
username a grown woman calling grown men pookie bears 😒 username fr like oscar had to pay for HER hospital bills username he literally payed for Arthurs too but yall ain't gon say none abt that
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its_y/n_love LANDOOOOOOOOO why he always with his boy tho 🤨
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username omg she's literally living my dream 😫
username fr god i've seen what you've done for others
username omg she's freeloading off him now too?
username give it up she literally just their friend username and even if she wasn’t why would yall treat her differently than any other wag? username look at her man she's literally using them for fame and money
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"Well, that wasn't as bad," y/n shrugged.
"That's cause you didn't have your camera roll," Logan snapped back, finally feeling a little more human, the hangover easing down.
"Look who's talking," the Aussie came to y/n's defence, "You're lucky you didn't have YOUR phone," Oscar called out, making the American's face turn red.
"Damnnn Oscar!" The girl praised, colour returning to his face, all were slowly returning to normal, even Arthur had found his way back to the table. Seeing this, the two older men Max and Charles ordered for the table, while Lando, went through more of Y/n's Instagram with the group.
"Honestly, the response isn't that bad, and our PR officers won't murder us, sooo we're good," he said, smiling and logging out of her Instagram account.
"Oh my god," The Monganeseque boy spoke up after being missing for almost half an hour, " I don't think we ate last night," he said shoving the food in his mouth.
The older men expected one of the other three to corroborate the boy's words but they just witnessed four twenty-somethings guzzling down food and large glasses of OJ, lifting plates to slide food into their mouths, letting runny egg yolks and bacon grease getting over their face and hands.
"Fucking hell," Max snarled, "it's like watching animal planet or something,"
"It's disgusting is what it is," Charles agreed, "MERDE ARTHUR, MAMAN RAISED YOU BETTER THAN THIS!" He yelled at his brother who was currently dipping a rolled up pancake in orange juice.
"Oh mate that's fucking disgusting," Y/n scoffed but then followed suit.
"Both of you are insane," Logan cried out, his accent thick, but failed to notice his own disgusting plate, dipping his bacon in maple syrup.
"ugh, there is something mentally deficient with all of you," Oscar frowned.
"Big words for someone mixing coffee into their oj," Lando cringed, taking a photo of the four and their disgusting eating habits.
"I- I can't look at this, I'm leaving," Charles gave up, holding up his hands in surrender, "I have a meeting at Ferrari anyways,"
"Bye, Charles!" the table chorused.
"Oh shit, it's 11am already?" Max called, looking at his watch, "I've got debrief at noon, see you next race, yeah Y/n?" He patted the girl's shoulder as he left.
"Never, again, ever." She yelled out, behind the man, making him laugh.
"Wait really?" The American looked over, bacon in hand.
"Nah, but like I've got uni and stuff and I've been going Arthurs races as well so, I'll probably be back by Britain or Netherlands," she explained.
"Oh yeah I forgot you still go to uni," Lando said.
"Not all of are millionaires cause of our fast vroom vroom cars," she spit back.
"yeah, yeah, " he waved off, "Oscar, Zak's told me to babysit you till our flight tomorrow so you don't do something or someone," he wriggled his brows, smirking at his teammate, making him roll his eyes, "you regret, so let's go and leave that disgusting abomination here," he said pointing to the coffee-orange juice.
"Guy's I don't know about y'all but I'm going go and pass out in the room till next year," The girl said, pushing away from the table.
"Same," The two boys followed.
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oooooh this was ✨✨✨ but next we have the summer break chapter 🤭
Taglist: @dark-night-sky-99 @cashtons-wife @i-wish-this-was-me @thehufflepuffavenger1 @eugene-emt-roe @fangirl-dot-com
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ninjaneonleon · 2 months
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(last seen at the tmnt au comp u _ u )
Mikey almost fell over backwards when the frantic looking Leo counterpart appeared in his vision. Casey, of course, was no help. She just laughed as he stumbled over his own feet and tried not to fall. In the end he just floated back to his feet properly with a small pout.
“Oh, sorry,” the Leo (Leon? Yeah, that worked for now) said, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. “I just really need to find my Donnie, he’s, uh, not very stable with others.” He held up the photo he was brandishing a little more for emphasis.
The photo in question showed a version of Donnie that was very different to the brother Mikey knew and loved. Not only was he notably paler, his usual jade colouring going almost pastel, he was softer somehow. Rounder. He was also wearing a beautiful feathered tutu, had small white wings and was en pointe. That Donnie looked like he was all set to dance in Swan Lake, maybe even as Odette considering the feathered crown he had in place of a headpiece.
“No, I haven’t seen him. Hey, why do you say he’s unstable?” Casey asked, her eyes lighting up with excitement. Eugh boy, if Casey got it in her head that she wanted to try sparring with this unstable ballerina Donnie, there would be very little Mikey could do besides try to hold her back. Maybe if he got the Donnie back with his Leo, he’d be calm enough to not take Casey up on her obvious excitement.
“He’s, uh, well he’s very much got a swan brain?” Leon offered with a sheepish laugh. “Half the time he’s fine, the other half…”
“Oh, he gets violent and territorial?” Mikey had a few encounters with swans in the past. They were dangerous bastards who can and will mess you up. “Eugh boy, that’s definitely not someone who you want to leave alone. Leave it to me, I can help you find him.”
“Wait, you can?” Leon lit up with a relived grin. “How?”
“Like this.” Mikey held his hand out towards the photo and got a feel for Swanatello’s (heh, Swannie, that was a perfect name for him) energy. Once he as sure, Mikey plucked that very unique feeling chain from the air. He studied it curiously. “Huh. This is a very old feeling connected to him. Well, anyway, I can track him for you. Just follow me, we’ll get your Donnie back,” he promised, not letting go of the chain.
“Thank you so much,” Leon said enthusiastically. I’m worried he’s either gonna freak himself out or hurt someone.”
“Has he got memory problems or something?”Casey asked, following after Leon and Mikey. “Our Donnie can be violent but he’s very good at directing that away from people. Most of the time.” She shuddered, probably remembering the sago pudding incident. Mikey didn’t want to dwell on that.
“Yeah, he’s sort of been claimed by this mystic lake to be its guardian?” Leon offered with a shrug. “It means that he barely remembers anything before, and on his bad days, he doesn’t recognise us at all. He might look small but he’s just as strong as ever.” Based on the way Leon rubbed his arm, he clearly knew just how strong Swannie was.
“Claimed by a mystic lake? I might be able to help keep him calm for a while, if you wanted,” Mikey offered. If he could make sure Swannie could still sense the lake, he might stay calm enough to not hurt anyone during this whole thing.
“Anything would be helpful, thank you Mikey.”
They walked together for a little while, following the pale coloured chain, until Mikey spotted Swannie. He was looking around frantically, his feathers all puffed up from how worked up he was getting. Okay, Mikey totally had this.
“Casey, wait here. Leon, you too. Let me see if I can calm him down.” As he spoke, Mikey let a wave of magic wash over him. When it cleared, he was in his own tutu (orange, of course) and had his pointe shoes on. Oh yeah, that was awesome, he totally nailed the dramatics there. It might have been a while since Mikey had done any serious dancing but luckily, his body remembered exactly what to do.
He called for Swannie’s attention by putting a spotlight on himself and on Swannie, one only they (and Casey and Leon) could see. Then he let some music start to drift around, again, done so it didn’t bother anyone who was want involved.
Swannie looked over immediately, but when he heard the music, he seemed to relax. Perfect. Mikey made his way over, travelling in time to the music and throwing in some of his own choreography, warming himself up slowly. He and Swannie met in the middle and for a moment, they danced together.
It was simple enough to weave in some magic to their dance. A nudge to the mystic hold on Swannie’s soul, finding the link back to the lake, a touch of mental magic in the form of white smoke gathering around them to make sure he could feel the lake and feel it was safe, and tada! One fully conscious and aware Swannatello.
“Mikey?” He asked slowly as Mikey let the illusions die down.
“Not quite. I’m a different Mikey, buuut your Leo is right over there.” Mikey gestured over his shoulder to where Casey and Leon were waiting.
“Leo!” Like a bullet out a gun, Swannie shot over to Leo and clung to him, getting an awed hug in return. Oh yeah, Mikey was good.
“Nice going, Mikey,” Casey said with a grin. She clapped Mikey on the shoulder. “Wanna stick around with these two for a bit?”
“Yeah, if they’ll have us,” Mikey said, watching the twins get quite emotional as they hugged. “I think they could use some familiarity here, and besides, I wanna dance more with Swannie.”
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baesol · 5 months
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hii! may i ask on how u get popular/known quickly?? im a new blog and im flopping so bad.. tysm <3
hi love! ofc but ok firstly, i didnt get known as quickly as people may think i was a small flopping blog for the longest time like a year ago 😭😭 i think it took me like 3 months to hit my first 1k followers, and afterwards i just got a steady intake of followers a day ~50 followers a day. so some tips i would suggest for you to grow your blog and these tips i definitely used when i started out as a new blog were:
experiment with different and unique moodboard styles and aesthetics, use different idols & nugu groups, and try to incorporate different but related colours in your moodboards without just focusing on one singular colour. for example, if your main icon (kpop idol) is orange, but her outfit or accessories are blue, try to make the moodboard both orange and blue instead of simply orange
mention bigger blogs in your moodboards. this is sort of like “dedicating” your moodboard to them, however don’t dedicate the moodboard to them just because you want them to reblog your moodboard and shoutout your acc! choose some of your favourite blogs to mention in your moodboards and definitely don’t do it too often because it could be annoying, so maybe like once every 3-5 moodboards you can mention a bigger blog to earn more recognition.
make mutuals & friends on k tumblr! this definitely helps with introducing you to k tumblr and you can build a lot of long lasting friendships! create group chats, ask to be moots with blogs that you want to, and this will definitely help you become more known!
when i started out i posted maybe 2-3 moodboards a day, and i think posting often as a small blog can definitely help you gain some more recognition. but the most important part of posting moodboards is TAGGING! Tag popular but RELATED tags to your moodboard, an example could be “kpop moodboard,” “alternative moodboard,” or “pastel moodboard.” just anything that is related to that moodboard, and if you don’t know what to tag also tag the colours of the moodboard like “orange moodboard,” as well as look at what other blogs are tagging in their posts!
have fun!!! don’t make tumblr like a chore that you have to do everyday that wastes your time! remember that every big blog on k tumblr has started out with a small following but worked their way up! definitely take as many breaks as you want on tumblr, it won’t affect your following at all and it is important to prioritize things in your daily life instead of something that’s online. just remember to be kind to everyone, i would love to be moots if you’d like to and if you need any more tips just reach out to me! <3 i think i wrote way too much but its okay hope it helps 😭😭💗
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just-1other-nerd · 7 months
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So in my 3rd and 4th watch of Nimona - which both happened in a span of four days - I noticed a few more things:
So we all know the eye sparkles/reflections analyses but have you ever noticed that the squire also has a unique shape (I think this is because he's not that deeply brainwashed just yet)
Nimona's eye sparkles/reflections look like a kinda warped rhombus or a weird s and when she disintegrates into sparks, those look the same
The B on Ballister's sword was originally another letter, most likely a G but it's been edged into looking like a B so this makes me think his sword was a hand me down
When Ambrosius is promoted to the position of Captain he gets some new shoulder armour and on my first two watches I though it's just your typical getting-ready-for-battle-scene now the new shoulder armour actually looks like lion heads, just like his chest plate (which I also just noticed now). I think it drives home the whole golden boy thing even more because of all of that Lion at the top of the food chain thing and the whole Lionheart symbolism
When the knights go into the smoky(?) subway the lasers on their weapons reflect in rhombus shapes, just like the signature eye sparkles of someone who's been brainwashed by the Institute. The Director's weapon also has got a rhombus shape
I love that they reversed the good = green and bad = red colour schemes in the last act where the Director's scepter is glowing bright green and Nimonas phoenix burns in her signature pinkish red. The blast which killed the queen is also in that shade of green which is some nice foreshadowing/detail which also showes that it wasn't Bal because his signature colours are black, red and a bit of orange
They only ride the horses for ceremonial purposes and when Ballister needs to get to Nimona in the last act
Ballister probably knows lots of hiding places and secret ways because he grew up in the streets, this may be why the didn't catch him immediately after the Queen's death, he has insider information which the other knights just don't have
Okay, I already noticed this one on my first watch but I never posted it: Ballister was given a black armour and a black sword, both with red and orange accents, all amongst the other noble knights who wear white and light grey (and sometimes gold) with blue accents. This means the Institute, most likely on the Director's behalf appointed him this equipment just to single him out, to make him look different which is so messed up
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kxmisato · 1 year
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♡ DISTRACTION — ELLIE WILLIAMS
↳ characters : ellie williams x gn!reader
↳ notes : i am in love with her your honour
↳ song rec : cherries jubiles by yukika
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you’ve never really been musically inclined, the interest has always been there whether it’s been learning the piano, violin and even as far as playing the recorder that one time in the third grade (even though you nearly failed your test for your music grade). but you especially favoured the guitar.
whilst on the other hand, it’s entirely different for your girlfriend, ellie. regardless of her learning an instrument later and having less interactions with them than you have had, she is extremely talented.
anytime she picks up her acoustic guitar, strumming a tune, you’re enraptured immediately. she finds it cute, how wide your eyes get, the corners of your mouth turning up in a small smile and how you lightly tap your feet with the tune, even if it’s a little off key.
she knew of your interest in the instrument, which is how you’ve gotten to this moment right now. you were sitting in ellie’s room on her bed pushed up against the wall and under the window. she had posters littering the walls as well as pictures of her with joel, jesse and dina.
the orange of the sunset dusted the room through her window, setting the ambiance and complimenting the smell of ellie, a subtle vanilla musk with hints of sandalwood and pine.
“okay so,” she started and then lightly sighed. “babe, you’ve got to pay attention if you want me to teach you how to play.”
“sorry..” you mumbled out, still being slightly distracted by the way the her eyes looked in the sun and the freckles that were littered amongst her face. “i keep getting distracted.”
ellie was well aware that you were looking at her, it was easy to tell by the far away look in your eyes. but she wasn't about to feign ignorance, you had asked her to teach you how to play the guitar and she intends to do exactly that.
“y/n, you asked for a guitar lesson — not to stare at me, but i'm not complaining though.” she joked as she lightly bumped your side.
you shook your head and laughed lightly before turning to face her again, the guitar sitting in your lap.
“okay! so... how do i hold it again?” you smile.
ellie jokingly rolls her eyes with a smile then grabs your right hand, maneuvering it to be against the body of the guitar. then she moves your left hand to grab the underside of it’s neck.
“like this. at least this is how joel showed me how to.”
you nod and then look down at the instrument, your mouth forming a little ‘o’ then a small smile. you strum lightly, then look up excitedly at ellie.
“i'm a natural, huh? that didn’t sound bad at all!” you chirped happily.
ellie chuckles and then gives a quick peck to your temple. “oh yeah, you’ll be like jimmi hendrix in no time.”
smiling lightly at her joke and the affection, you crane your neck forwards swiftly to press a soft kiss on her lips. she reciprocates, her hands making their way under your jaw to press you further into her, not wanting the kiss to end.
eventually the two of you separate, resting your foreheads against one another and giggling to each other.
“you’re such a bad distraction.” you joke.
“i guess i am.” she laughs, pecking your lips once more.
“but you’re my favourite distraction.” you reply, feeling heat rise to your face.
ellie flushes red, the colour creeping it’s way onto her cheeks and the tips of her ears. “you’re so cringey sometimes...” she mutters shyly.
you let out a light chuckle.
“you love it though? right?” you ask.
“yeah,” she starts. “yeah, i do love it.”
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massivedrickhead · 4 months
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i'd love to see number 6 or number 41! been loving these prompts recently ❤️
Hi :) Apologies that this took so long, my mental health took a dip into the toilet. It's not great atm but it is a little better.
I've already done 41, so here is number 6
6. “Let me be a mom for a second and tuck you in.”
Prompt taken from here
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Chloe was pulled from her spot on the sofa one afternoon by the sound of coughing coming from the kitchen. 
She thought she was the only one in the house, her afternoon lecture having been cancelled, so she was surprised when she saw Beca leaning against the kitchen counter. She was pouring a sachet of powder into a mug while she waited for water to boil, and she kept coughing into her shoulder. 
“That sounds bad,” Chloe said, trying not to laugh when Beca jumped. 
“Jesus,” Beca said, her hand shooting up to her chest. “Why are you home?” She sounded rough and congested, and she looked like she hadn’t slept. 
“Lecture got cancelled,” Chloe said. “I guess I don’t need to ask why you’re home.”
“The studio sent me home,” Beca said. “They think I’m sick.”
“I wonder why,” Chloe said, trying hard not to roll her eyes. “Why don’t you go up to bed, I can bring this up when it’s done.”
Beca shook her head. “I’m not going to bed, I’ve got too much stuff to do,” she said. 
Chloe sighed but knew there was no point in arguing when Beca was like this. She was stubborn to a fault sometimes, especially when she was sick. 
She knew it came from her childhood. From the years of casual neglect she’d suffered at the hands of both parents. She was used to taking care of herself, and the thought of asking for help wouldn’t have even occurred to her. 
Even if Chloe understood why she was like this, it didn’t mean it didn’t infuriate her sometimes. 
She picked up the box of sachets and read through the instructions, just to stop herself from calling Beca an idiot. 
“Making sure I’m doing it right?” Beca asked, a hint of a smirk in her voice. 
“Something like that,” Chloe said. “I suppose there’s no point telling you that you should be resting right now, not working?”
“A correct assumption,” Beca said, coughing again. She poured the water into her mug and stirred. “The Worlds are coming up fast and our set still needs a lot of work.”
Chloe noticed the colour of the packet she used and looked back at the box, frowning. 
“Bec, did you read this before you made that?” She asked
It was Beca’s turn to roll her eyes, though Chloe didn’t notice and spoke as if there’d been no response. 
“I think you used-”
“-Chloe, I’m perfectly capable of pouring hot water over some powder,” she said, cutting Chloe off. “I know you want to help, but you really don’t need to.”
Chloe looked again at the discarded packet on the counter. Looked at the tiny z’s and stars that dotted the purple background. She looked back in the box where the orange packets still sat, each one with little sunshine symbols printed on. 
Chloe smiled. 
“Okay,” she said. She put the box back on the counter. “If you don’t want my help, I can take a hint. I’ll let you get on with your work.”
Beca eyed her suspiciously and took a sip of her drink, wincing when it burnt her tongue. 
“Drink all that while it’s still hot,” Chloe said. 
Again, Beca rolled her eyes. “I know,” she said, leaving the kitchen in order to head up to her room. “I did read the box.”
“I’m sure you did,” Chloe replied, throwing away the empty sachet and putting the box back in the cabinet. “If you need anything, text me.” 
Chloe did feel a little bit bad, but she also wasn’t about to turn down an opportunity for Beca to be able to get some actual rest. Yes, she could have just outright told her, but Beca had insisted she didn’t need help, and Chloe was perfectly happy to comply with that request.
She waited about thirty minutes before she knocked on Beca’s bedroom door. 
There was a grumble of a response, and Chloe pushed the door open to see Beca sitting at her desk, head resting on her folded arms. 
“I just wanted to check how you were feeling,” Chloe said. 
“M’sleepy,” Beca replied. “I can’t get anything done.”
Chloe gave a little hum of sympathy and brushed some of the hair out of Beca’s face. “Do you think this is because you used a nighttime sachet instead of a daytime one?”
Beca rubbed at her eyes, confusion pulling her brows together. “No I didn’t,” she said, sitting up. 
“No, you’re probably right. The purple packets full of moons and stars and z’s were definitely the non-drowsy kind,” Chloe said. 
“Oh my god, Chloe, why didn’t you stop me?” Beca groaned. 
“I tried,” Chloe said. “You were pretty insistent that you knew how to pour water onto some powder.”
“I don’t have time for this,” Beca said, rubbing her eyes again in frustration. “I’ve got so much to do.”
“And you’ll have time to do it later,” Chloe said, her voice moving from amused to stern. “But right now you need to listen to your body and rest.”
“My body only wants to rest because you let me drug myself,” Beca muttered, trying to focus on her laptop and not on the fact that her eyes kept threatening to close. 
“Your body wants to rest because you’re sick,” Chloe replied. “You can sit there and try and fight this all you want, but the longer you ignore what your body needs, the longer you’ll be sick.”
Beca knew she was fighting a losing battle, so she shut the lid of her laptop. “I’m still mad at you,” she said, accepting Chloe’s hand and letting herself get pulled out of the chair. 
“I know you are,” Chloe said. “Now let me be a mom for a second and tuck you in.”
Beca let out a scoff as she climbed into bed. “I don’t think my Mom ever tucked me in.”
Chloe felt herself soften, and when she spoke again the sternness was gone from her voice. “I know you always had to look after yourself,” she said, pulling the blankets over Beca. “But you don’t have to do that anymore. You have a family here that loves and cares about you. You’re allowed to ask for help. You’re allowed to show weakness.”
Beca was already asleep by the time Chloe finished talking, but she hoped at least some of it had filtered through. Chloe pressed a kiss against her forehead and left the room, returning a few minutes later with a bottle of water, some Gatorade, and a box of tissues that she left on the nightstand. 
She made a quick trip to the store to pick up some more medicine and other supplies, and Beca was still fast asleep when she got back. 
Chloe took a seat at Beca’s desk and carried on reading a book she needed to finish for class.
It was a few hours later when Beca spoke again.
“Have you been there the whole time, weirdo?” She asked, sounding, if possible, worse than before.
Chloe looked up from her book. “I had to make sure you weren’t faking it in order to get me to leave so you could carry on working.” She put her book down on the desk and went to sit on the edge of Beca’s bed. She placed the back of her hand on her forehead. “You have a fever,” she said. “How are you feeling?”
“Shitty,” Beca mumbled, her eyes closing again at the contact. “This is because I gave into it. If I’d just worked through it, I’d be fine.”
“I don’t think that’s quite how it works,” Chloe said.
Beca sat up and started coughing again. Chloe handed her the bottle of water and rubbed a hand up and down her back as she drank.
“Thanks,” Beca said, putting the half-empty bottle back on her nightstand. “God, I feel like crap.”
“Do you think you can stomach eating anything?” Chloe asked. 
Beca cringed and shook her head. “Can I take some more of that stuff?”
“I don’t think so,” Chloe said, checking the time on her phone. “I think you have to wait four hours between doses.”
“You can’t just bend the rules for me?”
“I’m not letting you OD on cold medicine if that’s what you’re asking,” Chloe said. “I can make you some tea with honey and lemon though, that should help.”
Beca shook her head slightly and moved the blankets so she could get up. “I can make it,” she said before she immediately started shivering. 
“Beca Mitchell,” Chloe said, her voice stern again. 
“Sorry,” Beca said, letting Chloe pull the blankets back over her. “I’m just not used to this.”
Beca seemed like she wanted to say more, so Chloe waited until she found the words. 
“I remember getting sick as a kid,” she said. “Waking up in the middle of the night with a headache and a cough. I went to find my Mom and tell her, and she just… She looked up from her computer like she’d forgotten I was even in the house. She told me to go back to bed and she’d come and see me once she was done with her email. I sat there for hours waiting. She never came. She forgot as soon as I left her sight.”
Chloe swallowed the lump in her throat, and she didn’t speak again in case her voice wobbled. 
“I guess I just don’t get why you would want to help me when my own parents wouldn’t,” Beca said, her eyes fixed on the pattern of her bedding so she didn’t have to look at Chloe. 
“Bec, look at me,” Chloe said, and she waited for eye contact before she spoke again. “I care about you. That’s all there is to it. Asking me not to help the people I care about would be like asking me to walk on the ceiling. I just couldn’t do it.”
Beca sniffed, nodded, and looked away again. “I, um, I care about you too. I don’t always show it, but I do.”
“I know,” Chloe said. “So, are you going to let me look after you until you’re feeling better?”
Beca nodded again, and Chloe smiled. 
“I’ll go make that tea,” she said. She kissed Beca on the forehead before she pulled a face. “Gross, you’re all sweaty.”
“Jerk,” Beca said, letting out a surprised laugh that turned into a cough. 
Chloe rubbed her hand on Beca’s back again as she waited for it to subside. 
“Okay?”
“Yeah,” Beca said. 
Chloe got up off the bed and headed for the door, but Beca’s voice stopped her before she left. 
“Chlo’?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you.”
Chloe’s smile grew. “Anytime, Bec.”
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hebuiltfive · 2 months
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Hellooo!
How about our boy Scotty and #22?
Hellooo! Thank you for the ask! My words were not wording, so I hope this is okay and makes sense (I did read it back, but I don't think my brain is firing properly). Also I wasn't sure how to end it so apologies for the sudden finish! We're travelling back in time for some Wee!Tracys for this one!
(#22: You've Got Something On Your Face from 30 Gentle Prompts)
Pie
Time-keeping was a skill that little Scott was very proud of having. The watch Jeff had bought him for his recently passed ninth birthday had been a cherished present and Scott had worn it with every outfit, even when the bright blue of the watch didn’t exactly match the attire chosen. He didn’t care. It helped him keep track of time which, as he often pointed out to his younger siblings, was a very important thing to do.
Hence why Scott became irate this morning.
Before bed, he had asked his father all the necessary questions regarding how long it would take to drive out to the track and what time would be best for him to set his alarm. Jeff had helped him navigate the itinerary before tucking him in for the night and wrestling with Lucille over Scott not needing to be so organised at the tender age of nine. Scott had heard part of their conversation, but their words had soon drowned out as sleep claimed him.
When he had woken in the morning, he was on time and raring to go. His bag had been packed the night before so all he had to worry about was getting ready to leave, but that was when it all went wrong.
He strolled downstairs, his bag grasped excitedly in his hand, prepared to see his father waiting to drive him over to the club… Only Jeff wasn’t in the living room. He wasn’t on the front porch and, when Scott traipsed through to the kitchen, he noticed he wasn’t there either.
Virgil was sat at the table. In one hand, he held a spoon that was dripping with milk and cereal. In the other, he held an orange coloured crayon, which currently held more of his attention. When Scott entered, Virgil’s head lifted.
“Dad had to go over to Grandpa’s. Something had happened.”
Scott’s heart sunk. “What? What happened?”
“Nothing bad!” Virgil quickly amended at the look of dread on his older brother’s face. “Grandpa said it was urgent though, and Dad said he would have been back by now.”
Scott slammed his bag onto the table before lifting himself into one of the dining chairs with a huff.
Virgil steadied his bowl of breakfast with a tut. “Careful! You’ll ruin my homework!”
“What are you working on?” Scott asked, peering over the box of cereal to try and make out what Virgil had been colouring. Being on the opposite side of the table, it took Scott a minute to decipher the picture. “Is that a pigeon?”
“No! We’re studying regional birds. This is the titmouse.” He held up the orange colour proudly. “He has some orange around his sides!”
“Orange is boring. You should colour it blue.”
“It wouldn’t be accurate.”
“So? It would look cooler.”
Virgil rolled his eyes, throwing over another sheet of paper towards Scott. It landed upside down but, when Scott flipped it over, he noticed an already completed picture.
“That’s a bluejay.” Virgil explained as Scott’s eyes widened.
“I’ve seen these! There were some in one of the parks when me and Dad visited Wichita last month.”
“You can keep it.”
Scott’s eyes tore away from the perfectly coloured in picture — honestly, Virgil had a real talent for his art projects — to glance back at his brother. “What about your homework?”
“I only needed to do one, but I got inspired so I did them all. You can keep that one.”
Before he could utter his thanks aloud, Lucille walked into the kitchen with John trailing behind her. When she caught sight of Scott, he expression saddened. “Scott, honey, I’m so sorry but you might have to join the afternoon class today. Your dad did say he’d be back by now but…”
“It’s alright. Virgil coloured me in a bird.” Scott held up the picture for his mother to see.
“That’s lovely, sweetie.” She smiled fondly and then ruffled his hair. “Now, breakfast?”
Scott frowned. “But what if dad gets home when I’m eating?”
“You shouldn’t really start the day without breakfast, Scot. What about some cereal, like Virgil? Or I could make you some pancakes if you’d prefer.”
A dull thud and then the cries of a toddler came from the next room. Lucille ran out to check on Gordon before she noticed Scott’s grimace at her suggestions.
“Mommy is right, Scotty.” Virgil said, as John clambered up onto one of the chairs to join his older brothers. “Food is good.”
Scott rolled his eyes. He wasn’t particularly hungry and he hadn’t planned on having anything before his first day of training. Though he wouldn’t admit it to any of them, he had been feeling anxious all night. His sports teacher had signed him up for the track club after claiming he saw potential in Scott, and Scott had been excited to start ever since he’d agreed to give the club a go, but now the day had approached, he was nothing but nervous. Eating was the last thing on his mind.
“I’m not hungry.”
“Just have something small.” Virgil offered his bowl. “You can have the rest of mine, if you’d like?”
Scott shook his head. Cereal, especially the kind that was now soggy from being left in the milk too long, was the least appealing option. He jumped off the chair and scoured the kitchen. Both Virgil and John watched him curiously as he opened cupboards and debated between boxes and tins. Eventually, during his perusal of the refrigerator, he caught sight of the remainder of Mom’s freshly made apple pie and his eye brightened.
He took the pie from the shelf and placed it on the counter. Once he retrieved a clean plate from one of the cupboards, Scott carefully sliced himself a piece. He was acutely aware of his two brothers staring at him. Smugly, he returned the rest of the pie to the fridge and then took his seat at the table again.
“That isn’t breakfast!” Virgil claimed as Scott began to tuck into the pie.
“Mom said I had to eat. This is what I want to eat.”
“But it isn’t healthy!”
Scott’s eyes flitted from Virgil’s horrified expression to John’s curious gaze. He shrugged. “It tastes good though.”
“Mommy said pie is for the puds.” John frowned, finally understanding what his older brother had chosen to do and deciding to show he was unhappy about it. “Not morning time!”
Another couple of bites of pie were taken and Scott rolled his eyes. “It’s fine, Johnny. Mom won’t know. I’ll eat it really fast, look!”
But John had already jumped down from the table and had left the kitchen. 
Unfazed, Scott continued to eat at a hurried pace. Whilst he technically didn’t do anything wrong by helping himself to the apple pie, he didn’t fancy having to explain his choices to Lucille and so wanted to be rid of any evidence before she returned.
“Ew, Scott, slow down! You’re getting crumbs everywhere!”
“Stop bein’ such a baby, ‘Gil.” He involuntary spat more crumbs everywhere, causing Virgil to cover his colouring to avoid the sheet getting tainted.
It took Scott no less than a few minutes to finish the plate. He grinned widely. “See? Nothing to worry about!”
Virgil clamped a hand over his mouth as the front door to the ranch clicked open and Jeff’s voice boomed through to them.
“Scotty? Ready to go?”
With furrowed brows of confusion at his younger brother’s obvious amusement, Scott hopped off the dining chair. The pie sat heavy in his stomach as he jumped, the nervousness beginning to set back in again, but he pushed it aside.
Just as Scott was about to run through to greet Jeff, Lucille appeared from the next room. She stopped him with a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Slow down. You’ll cause an accident— Oh, Scotty.”
There was a glint of amusement in her eyes that matched Virgil’s quiet giggles.
Scott frowned. “What?”
“What have I told you about leaving those pies for pudding, not for breakfast?”
His cheeks warmed. “I didn’t…”
“No? So why is your little face covered in the red sauce and crumbs?”
His mother’s fingers carefully wiped at the corners of his mouth as she asked him her question. There was no accusatory tone, only soft delight.
Scott batted her fingers away. How embarrassing! “Mom! Stop! It’s fine! I’m already late!”
Behind him, Virgil was finding it hard to contain his chuckles. 
Scott offered him a glare, finally realising what his younger brother had found so funny. “You didn’t even tell me!”
“You would have found out eventually! That’s what happens when you eat something you’re not supposed to, Scotty.”
“Boys.” Jeff stood behind his wife in the doorway. “No fighting.”
“We wasn’t fighting.” Virgil clarified, his smile still large and beaming despite his inaccurate phrasing.
“We were about to.” Scott mumbled before being ushered out of the kitchen by Lucille.
Jeff took Scott’s shoulders to direct him through to the porch. “Come on, let’s get you going. We can make it for the afternoon class and… Scott, why are your clothes covered in pie crumbs?”
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sonseulsoleil · 2 years
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When Elle first told her friends that she was a girl—when she first told Tao that she was a girl—Tao knew immediately he had to do something to make sure she knew that he—that they—supported her. Finding the enamel pin with stripes of baby blue and bubblegum pink, was just luck. Elle put the pin on her bookbag, and it’s been there ever since. (Tao smiles every time he sees it.)
The second pin was Elle’s idea. Several months after Tao gave her the first pin, Charlie told them he liked boys. Elle suggested giving him a pin similar to hers, the only difference being the colours used. Charlie wore the rainbow pin on the lapel of his school uniform. At least, until the bullying got really bad, and he stopped. (It broke Tao's heart when he realized Charlie didn't feel pride in himself anymore.)
After that, it became a tradition. When Isaac told them he didn’t think he liked anyone at all, and again when Aled told them he only liked his best friend, Tao and Charlie found pins with stripes of purple, grey, and black for both of them, as well as a rainbow flag for Aled. When Elle’s new friends Tara and Darcy made their relationship public, she presented them both with pink and orange pins.
Three weeks ago, Nick Nelson told almost the entire Paris trip that he gave Charlie Spring a love bite because Charlie is his boyfriend. Tao bought the pin almost as soon as they got back from Paris, but he simply hasn’t found the right moment to present it to Nick. Maybe he’s being a bit dramatic about the whole thing, but it feels like more than a pin this time, and the idea of giving it to Nick in front of other people makes his stomach twist.
He hates to be vulnerable.
His moment comes during a film night. Charlie’s been bringing Nick to them more and more frequently and at first, Tao thought he’d be more annoyed by that, but Nick turns out to be the only person who doesn’t argue with Tao’s film suggestions, still too worried about making a good impression. He knows Nick doesn't actually like the films Tao forces them to watch, but the fact that Nick tries so hard to like them is endearing in itself.
“Can someone help me with the popcorn?” Tao asks, standing in the doorway of his bedroom, already halfway out.
Predictably, Nick, always eager to be helpful, immediately hops to his feet. “I will!”
“Great, thanks.” Tao leads Nick downstairs to the kitchen, pulls out a bag of popcorn, throws it in the microwave, sets it for exactly 2 minutes and 17 seconds, and turns around to face the other boy.
“So, uh, what did you need me to do?”
“Nothing,” Tao answers flatly. “I was lying.”
“Oh.” Nick looks like a confused puppy. “Okay?”
“I wanted to talk to you privately,” Tao says before he can change his mind. “I have something for you.”
Nick blinks quickly, a tentative smile pulling gently at the corners of his lips. “Like a present?”
“Kind of,” Tao pulls the pin from his pocket and presses it into Nick’s palm. “It’s not a big deal.” (That’s a lie, obviously. But Tao doesn't think Nick knows that.)
“What is this?” Nick asks, examining the pin, and turning it over in his palm several times.
“Don’t you recognize your own pride flag?” Tao snarks, arms crossed defensively.
“Obviously, I know it’s the bi flag,” Nick huffs. “I mean, why are you giving this to me?”
“It’s a bit of a tradition in our friend group to get one of these pins for someone when they come out.” Tao stares at a point above Nick’s head, unable to bring himself to make eye contact. “Just, um, a way we show each other support or whatever, I guess."
Nick is silent for a beat too long and Tao wonders what he thinks of it, if he can see past Tao's defensive, snarky tone, and understand the gesture for what it is.
“Oh,” Nick finally says, voice so soft and disbelieving that for a second Tao thinks the Rugby King might actually start weeping in his kitchen. “I’m going to hug you now.”
“Wh—" Tao has no time to react before Nick’s arms are around him, squeezing him tightly. Nick smells like pine-scented soap and his jumper is soft cotton and he hugs like it’s the last time he’s ever going to see Tao, and Tao—
Tao can see why Charlie spends so much of his time wrapped up in his boyfriend’s arms. Nicholas Nelson is a damn good hugger. And for a brief moment, Tao lets himself relax into Nick's embrace.
“Awww,” a gentle voice floats into the kitchen. “How cute!”
Nick lets go of Tao and turns to face the newcomer. “Charlie! What are you doing here? Not that I'm complaining.”
“You were taking too long,” Charlie pushes out his lower lip in an exaggerated pout. “I missed my human pillow.”
Tao rolls his eyes. “You guys are disgusting.”
“Like you and Elle are any better,” comes Charlie’s retort.
Tao feels his face heat up at the mention of his girlfriend, and he knows he’s blushing furiously, but Charlie and Nick are too caught up in each other to notice.
“Alright, I’m going back upstairs. Please remember my mum is home and could walk in here at any moment.”
The other boys flush at the implication, and Tao leaves them like that, heading back upstairs to his bedroom.
“The party has returned,” he announces as he walks in, throwing his arms out dramatically.
Elle looks up at him from her perch on the floor with a raised eyebrow, unimpressed. “Where’s the popcorn?”
“Oh.” Tao freezes, looks down at his empty hands, and remembers who he left alone in the kitchen. “Crap.”
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v3nusxsky · 1 year
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Something foreign
*A/n~ feel free to request any prompts and I'll try to bring them to life enjoy this one this prompt is a little close to home for me so I hope I can do it some justice
Tw~ past abusive relationship*
Prompt ~ reader has had a bad relationship before moving to teach at nevermore. Larissa and reader are attracted to each other but reader is scared of the past repeating itself. Comforting Larissa
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You'll never allow yourself to be like that again. You can't be back to the shell you were. Yet here you am. Stood in front your boss's office door knowing you've  got those kind of feelings for the goddess that she is. You could feel your hands trembling as you gently knock on her door and enter without waiting for the reply. She knew you was coming. After all it had become a nightly occurrence these days. At first it started as welcoming you to Nevermore. Noting your shy and reserved demeanour, you just assumed Larissa wanted to ensure her staff were okay. Never did you think it could be anymore than that. Now months later sitting on her sofa with a glass of wine it was all different. You couldn't let this happen again. You knew barely survived the first time. But the feelings raging in you for the principle seem to grow stronger every second of every day.
"Darling? I thought I'd lost you there for a second" her soft gentle voice was what broke your thoughts unknowingly stopping you going down a painful rabbit hole of path of remembering everything you'd been through.
"Oh I'm sorry Larissa. I seem to be in my own world tonight" you whispered remembering she'd asked me call her Larissa while in the privacy of her office.
"Away with the fairies then dear? Penny for your thoughts? She replied with a tone soft and curious.
An involuntary shiver ran over your body as you felt the colour draining from your face. Of course this would come up at some point. Although you've  never confessed your feelings to Larissa you knew she was starting to grow concerned over your odd actions. There was only so many excuses you could use. Sighing slightly you turned to look at the flames of the lit fire. It was time as they seemingly were dancing together in the most peaceful pattern. The orange glow created was casted around the room aiding the relaxing feeling you often felt in this room. With her.
"Before I arrived at Nevermore, I lived in a small town not too far from Jericho. While there I had a relationship well if you can call it that, It was 3 years long and I - it's sorry this is hard to talk about I'm not sure if I can-" you started trailing off words fading as your mind transported you back to your own personal hell.
Soft hands held on to my shaking ones, gently squeezing once retrieving your mind back to the present. "You don't have to tell me sweetheart it's okay. But I'm here to listen okay?"
With a small nod and a deep breath I continue " It wasn't a good relationship to say the least. It changed me for the worst. I use to be confident in my abilities and myself. She changed that. She tore me down into this shell that was so easily broken. 8 lost everyone including myself. Of course it started off fine but it happened so slowly I didn't see the signs. God I was so stupid. Some of the things that happened to me with her it's just all too much. " Tears escaped my eyes that are screwed shut as the onslaught of memories from the past played through your brain on a loop. "When I left and moved here it was a safe heaven of sorts for me. I had to rebuild who I am or was. I had no intention of falling for anyone. It would hurt too much to go back to that. But then there was you. I feel things for you that are so strong they terrify me. You could destroy me with the power you hold over me. Not just because your my boss. If I lost you ... I don't know what I'd do."
"Oh honey, I'm sorry. what about me darling?"
"I- Larissa i have feelings for you- romantic ones... It terrifies me. I don't even know if your gay! But I can't ignore my feelings anymore they are too strong. I'm terrified I can't go back to a relationship like that. And it's not that I think you would... because I don't Rissa oh shit i Larissa I'm sorry I just it slipped out but I god this is hard. You're so kind and gentle and the passion you have for Nevermore warms my heart. You're absolutely breathtaking and I know you'd never hurt me in the ways she did but I'm so scared." A sob following your rushed statement as you begin process what you've just done. You had let your guard down. Panic bubbles up inside your chest as you keep watching the flames in their game of chase. Dancing after each other but never quite reaching each other.
Silence covered the room after your confession as you become trapped deeper in your own head and Larissa you assume is processing everything you had just dumped out in the open. God you were such an idiot sometimes. You had just admitted feelings. Feelings equal vulnerability. Vulnerability is dangerous it allowed you to be hurt in the most traumatic ways. God you may as well have just handed her a loaded gun and said shoot me. But this was Larissa. Not her. No Larissa was nothing like her. You knew that she wouldn't hurt you. You knew that. Yet the panic still kept rising higher and higher feeling like it was going to explode inside your chest.
Larissa was the first to break the silence pulling you from my own personal hell.
"Darling? Can I?" She opened her arms to me in a silent question. Cautiously you crawled closer shoulders tense as you was wondering where the trick would be. It had to be a trick. Why would someone do perfect want to hold you? In fact when was the last time you were held by someone? For comfort? It must have been years because try as you might you couldn't remember the last time you had felt safe in someone's arms. It wasn't long before you was wrapped in her arms finally relaxed with your head nuzzled into her neck. She has the most beautiful floral scent that you couldn't help but drink in committing it to memory for when she undoubtedly leaves. One of her hands rubbed up and down your back ever so gently tracing your spine as if she was afraid she'd break you. Sobs wrecked your body  at the small action of affection and comfort. How pathetic that a hug had reduced you into this mess. Yet here you were breaking down int he arms of your goddess. Your saviour. But it wasn't just a hug it. No it was her. For the first time in so many years you felt safe and loved.
"Hush darling it's okay. You're okay, I have you" she whispered as you continue to sob into her neck. With a feather light kiss into the crown of your head she continued. "Y/n you're so strong. And although I know I don't really know anything that you've been through I know you're strong. And telling me must have been so hard for you to do. However darling having feelings doesn't make you weak at all and you have to know I'd never hurt you like that. I couldn't do that to you." Her tone of voice showing the sincerity of her words just had you sobbing harder.
"Wh-y " I finally managed to hiccup out not knowing if she'd follow my train of thought but not able to coherently form a sentence as I tried to gain composure over my emotional state.  Why would someone as amazing as Larissa want the broken pathetic mess that was you?
"Because y/n I have feelings for you too. I didn't say anything because you didn't seem comfortable and I didn't want to spook you. But darling I'd never hurt a beautiful soul like yours. You deserve to be treated properly darling and i would happily dedicate the rest of my life to doing so."
More tears leaked from your eyes at her beautiful words. How could someone be so perfect and have feelings for you? That just didn't make sense. Sitting here wrapped in her embrace you could tell she honestly meant every word.
"No one's ever held me like this before" you shyly admitted to her once you had managed to gather a bit of control over your emotional state. Being used was what you were use to. But this was so gentle and caring you could practically feel the love radiating from her. "Could you just... could we... stay like this?"
"Of course darling for as long as you need" she replied holding you closer allowing you to feel the soft beats of her heart. "Y/n?"
"Mhmm?"
"This heart beats for you dear" she whispered with a smile when she felt your smile in her neck.
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*Authors note ~ soft Larissa has my heart this was wrote during a particularly hard break up I was going through. I had to learn to allow people to see my emotions and to hug me again. It was hard and I hope that if anyone else is going through anything similar in relationships that you have someone to reach out to. I will always have my messages open *
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heyitssashag · 5 months
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Any Rolling Stones fans in the house? I don’t mind them. Can’t believe they’ve been going for over 60 years. Their new album isn’t bad. I do like their song with Lady Gaga which surprised me because I haven’t liked her stuff for almost 10 years.
This morning I was supposed to have hopped on for an Instagram Live chat with the folks at Wildfire Magazine. I was going to talk about things like what contributing to this issue has meant to me. Unfortunately, there were technical issues so I didn’t get the chance but even more devastating, NO ONE GOT TO SEE ME WEARING MY NEW SHIRT. It was truly heartbreaking. lol.
Oh, here’s me wearing my new shirt.
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I live mostly in black and grey so this was out of my comfort zone. I love the colours. It has an Andy Warhol feel to it, too. Plus, it matches my hair.
Anyway, hopefully next month we will have another chance to talk about our stories. Apparently, they’re planning on a live reading over Zoom, now.
I cancelled my radiation treatment for Monday. Actually, my radiation oncologist chose to cancel it because I’m having weird symptoms. I think it’s hormonal stuff, though. It feels like my period is about to start. But, it hasn’t. I know some men read my blog so I’ll spare the details. (Not like women love to read about period stuff, either. lol.) If this is the case, and my period is on the verge of trying to start, this is not good but at least I’d know why I’m getting signs of progression.
I have labs on Monday so I’ll be having my tumour markers measured. I have a CT scan in a few weeks as well. I’m pissed that they booked me during “off hours”, again. I have to constantly call back to have my scans rescheduled so they can get a nurse to access my port for the contrast. If it’s before 9am or after 3pm, they won’t do it. I decided not to reschedule for the upcoming CT. I did do it for the MRI and they rescheduled me for AFTER my oncologist appointment which is zero helpful. On top of that, he’s going to be away for 2 weeks. So needless to say, I’m too scared to call and reschedule for the fear they’ll book me for after my appointment again. CT is important. They’ll just have to dig around to find a vein for the contrast, I guess. My MRI is important too as I’m getting the whole spine this time and we’ll be able to see in greater detail of what’s going on but CT is great for the whole picture.
Today I went to the cafe in my new shirt and my new hair and they loved it. They all know me by name there. Back before I moved from the mainland, my sister and I would go to Starbucks together and all the baristas would shout out, “Sasha!” My sister would always laugh and be like “Norm!” - If you never watched Cheers, you won’t understand this joke. Also, you should go watch Cheers. Actually, I much preferred the spin-off Frasier and I’m very excited they rebooted it. I haven’t seen it yet. Hopefully, they didn’t make it suck.
I think I’m going to watch more Ted Lasso, tonight. I’m not quite sure what the big deal is, yet. It’s okay. I’m still on the first season, though. I’m assuming it gets better as it’s been up for so many awards. I’ve been told my taste in shows isn’t the greatest though, so don’t take my word for it.
I think my favourite show of all time is Breaking Bad. That series was pure awesome.
The first few seasons of Weeds were really good, too (the last few seasons were kinda weak). I also really enjoyed Desperate Housewives. Orange is the New Black was pretty good. (The last season was kinda lame, though.) Oh, and I loved Ozark.
I realize these are dramas but they had funny moments, too.
I’m probably missing some. Those are just from the top of my head.
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lesbicosmos · 10 months
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happy first day of @chrisginnyweek !!!!
day 1 prompt: colours
my interpretation: makeup. this is entirely based on That One lesbian photo on pinterest
summary: ginny wants her makeup done for the play but can't seem to get it right on her own, so chris does it for her
this is also on ao3 if you wanna read it over there :))
ive got some colour back, she thinks so too
It was their weekly sleepover at Chris’s house, a time both of them treasured over almost every other time, especially since their friendship developed into something more. They’d been spending even more time together since Chris and Chet had broken up a few months ago, and Chris seemed so much happier. She’d originally felt bad that she’d been more focused on Ginny’s brother than her for so long, but she ensured Ginny it was nothing to do with her, she had just felt like she couldn’t fully be herself with Chet like she was with Ginny, and it was rare that she was at Ginny’s place not to see him.
Then the breakup had happened, then the confession to Ginny. And now, Chris was lying with her head in her girlfriend’s lap, Ginny gently stroking her blonde hair, which seemed even brighter than usual in the glow of the beginnings of sunset.
“Chris, can I ask you something?” Ginny asked, breaking the comfortable silence the two of them had created.
“Yeah, Gin?” Chris replied, looking up at her.
“So you know how I’ve got a dress rehearsal for the play tomorrow?”
Chris nodded. Ginny had gotten the part of Hermia in her school’s production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream, and she’d been ecstatic about it for weeks.
“Well I was thinking, I want to try and do some makeup to match my costume. I’ve been trying to do it for a few days now, but I just can’t get it to look any good,” she said sadly.
“You want me to do your makeup for you?”
“Would you?”
“Of course!”
Chris jumped up from Ginny’s lap, almost scaring her with how fast she moved.
“Your costume’s pink isn’t it?”
“Yeah.”
“I have the perfect eyeshadow, hold on.”
Chris raced over to her dresser, opening a drawer, and rummaged through it for a few seconds before pulling out a small golden pallete. Then, she leaned over to the hand-painted pots on her dresser and took two differently sized brushes.
“Where should I sit?” Ginny asked.
“Right there on the bed will be fine.”
Chris returned to the bed, sitting beside Ginny.
“This is probably the most gorgeous eyeshadow I own,” Chris remarked proudly, opening up the golden lid to reveal several small circles filled with compacted powder, all in different shades of pinks and oranges. Fitting, Ginny thought. It perfectly matched the sunset just outside the window.
Chris took a few minutes of silent contemplation, deciding exactly what she was going to do with her girlfriend’s eyes. Ginny was becoming overwhelmed by the way Chris was looking at her…so intense but so loving.
“Okay, I have an idea,” Chris said at last, looking away from Ginny to instead look at the palette in her hand
“Sorry, before you start, can I kiss you?”
That got Chris to look up at her again, slightly confused but completely welcoming the suggestion, she nodded, and Ginny crashed their lips together. It was short, but passionate.
“Sorry, just…the way you were looking at me then, I couldn’t not.”
Chris laughed softly, then took one of the makeup brushes and dipped it into one of the light orange eyeshadows, picking up the pigment.
“Close your eyes for me?”
Ginny closed her eyes as Chris gently took her chin in her hands. She couldn’t help the soft giggle that escaped her throat as the brush touched her eyelid.
“God, you’re so ticklish,” Chris said playfully, trying to get her brush in the place on Ginny’s lids that she had mentally planned.
Suddenly, Ginny felt the absence of the brush touching her skin, and she hesitantly opened them.
“You alright?”
“Yeah, just…the lighting isn’t great. I can’t fully see what I’m doing.”
“Oh.”
“I have an idea, though. Lie down.”
Ginny was confused as to how lying down on the bed would solve the lighting problem, but she did so nonetheless, expecting Chris to simply move closer to her to do her makeup like that. Chris, however, had other ideas. She stood up, then climbed up onto the bed so that her legs were either side of Ginny’s waist, straddling her. Ginny’s breath hitched.
“Is this alright? If it’s not I can-“
“No, it’s fine. More than fine,” Ginny replied, smiling up at Chris in what could only be awe.
Chris leaned down so that her face and Ginny’s were only inches apart, pallet in one hand and brush in the other, staying stable with only her core strength.
Ginny felt the brush on her eyelid once more and seemed to zone out from reality, relaxing under Chris’s gentle touch as she painted the gorgeous summery colours onto her eyes.
After a few minutes, Ginny felt Chris shift and she opened her eyes.
“You’re all done,” Chris said sweetly, looking down at her work.
She leaned over to her bedside table and grabbed a small compact mirror that sat beside her lamp.
“Here,” she said, handing it to Ginny.
Ginny carefully opened the small pink mirror, looking at her reflection.
The makeup was done beautifully. Orange in the inner corners of her eyelids perfectly blended into pink on the outside. The colours were perfect, subtle: not too bright that it seemed glaringly obvious she was wearing makeup, but just pigmented enough to be picked up by the stage lights tomorrow.
“Holt shit…Chris, I love it. I love it so much, it’s so pretty!”
“You’re so pretty.”
Ginny could feel her heart skip a beat at the compliment.
“Those are absolutely your colours. They really bring out your eyes. And your eyes are gorgeous anyway.”
“My colours? Have you seen those colours on you? You look like an actual angel, like all of the time."
Ginny slowly sat up from the position she was originally in, Chris not moving from on top of her so by the time Ginny was upright, her girlfriend was straddling her lap instead. She could see how Chris visibly blushed from her statement, her cheeks growing slightly pinker. She looked beautiful. See! Ginny thought. Pink! It’s your colour! She silently made a promise to herself to make Chris blush more often, just to see that soft colour rise in her cheeks that suited her so well.
“Okay, one thing,” Ginny said, lifting the mirror to her face once again.
“Yeah?” replied Chris, seeming to become more fidgety, as if nervous Ginny was going to say something was wrong.
“I’m not entirely convinced the ‘lighting’ was a problem, y’know.”
Chris relaxed, a playful grin growing on her face in place of the subtle worry.
“Are you complaining?” She raised an eyebrow.
“Absolutely not,” Ginny sighed in response, taking Chris’s face in her hands and pulling her in for a kiss, this one longer and deeper than before, their hands quickly coming up to tangle in each other’s hair.
Chris’s cheeks were pink again already.
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Scary Monsters
@dysphoria-sweatshirt @30spiders @sweatersexual @angrylittlesliceofpizza
Part 1/? - Rocco's Closet
Part 2/? - School for Monsters
Part 3/? - The Waternoose Family
Part 4/? - The Terrifying Humans
Part 5/? - Hiding Places
Part 6/? - Nobody's Fault
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Once out of the car, the boys quickly got wet in the rain again, and once they were completely transformed Curtis led them up to the middle-sized building. As they climbed the steps, Luca looked to his left and saw a tiny car pull up in front of the smaller building. A creature the size of a rat climbed out, carrying paper bags that seemed to contain things like a single strawberry and one large snail. This being hopped up the steps, and then went to an even tinier door set within the already small main one, and balanced a grocery bag on one knee as it got out its keys.
Back at the middle-sized building, Curtis pressed a button next to the door. Something made a buzzing sound, and a speaker crackled. “Who is it?” asked a voice, distant and tinny but recognizable as Louise.
“It's me,” Curtis replied. “I brought you some of Maureen's birthday cake.” He glanced at the boys on either side of him, then apparently decided not to mention them yet.
“Oh! I totally forgot Maureen's birthday,” Louise sighed.
On the right, the door of the biggest building opened, and a towering dinosaur-like creature with eyes that glowed like red coals looked out. It held up a hand, then called to someone inside, “it's still raining!”
“Then don't stand with the door open!” another voice boomed.
The giant monster shook its head and rolled its eyes, and went back indoors.
“It's okay, Louise,” Curtis said into the speaker. “You've had a lot on your mind. Can I come up?”
“Of course,” she said. The door went click, and Curtis opened it.
“Come on, kids,” he said to the boys.
Louise lived on the second floor. When they reached the top of the stairs, she was already standing in her door waiting for them, with a creature under one arm that resembled a cross between a cat and an iguana. She smiled at Curtis, but then stiffened when she saw Luca and Alberto.
“These young men have a story to tell you,” Curtis said.
“They already apologized this morning,” Louise replied. “I told them it wasn't their fault.”
“From what they said to me, I don't think you heard the whole thing,” Curtis told her.
Louise heaved another sigh. “Come on in,” she said, more resigned than welcoming.
Her apartment was no bigger than the Marcovaldo home above the Pescheria, but less cluttered. It was clear she lived alone except for the iguana-cat. There was a colourful crochet afghan thrown over the back of the sofa, a little threadbare as if it were second-hand, and a variety of photographs on the wall, apparently of members of her family since most of them were also orange and yellow monsters with short horns. A shelf of cookbooks seemed to represent cuisines from around the world, but the titles included strange selections like Best of Terrorkish Cooking and The New Grrrman Kitchen as well as more normal things like Anyone Can Cook.
With the door closed, Louise put her pet down, and it went up to sniff Alberto's ankles. He offered it a hand, and it tried his fingers next before bumping its head against his hand, asking for pats. It had no external ears, so Alberto scratched it under the chin instead.
“Here's your cake.” Curtis offered the box. “It's too bad you couldn't join them for lunch.”
“I doubt they'd have let me back in even to the cafeteria,” said Louise. She took the box, then smiled awkwardly at the boys. “Can I offer you something to eat?” she asked. She didn't sound enthusiastic. The question was merely polite.
Luca swallowed. “No, thank you, Madame,” he said.
“We each had three slices,” Alberto explained.
“They were hiding in the trash processing break room all day,” Curtis said.
“I see.” Unwilling to eat it in front of guests, Louise set the box of cake on the table and gestured to the sofa. “Sit down.”
Luca and Alberto sat. Louise pulled up a long ottoman which had been made to accommodate her three legs, and Curtis took the armchair by the wall. The cat-iguana hopped up into Alberto's lap and settled down.
“Okay,” said Louise. “What else do I need to hear?”
Having already told the tale to Curtis, the boys were quite a bit faster and more organized in the version they gave Louise. A few minutes into it, they both began to dry out, but they'd already told her about the Change, so they simply let it happen. Curtis noticed it first, and watched Louise carefully for her reaction. As the boys' faces transformed, she took a sharp breath in through her teeth and began to stand up.
“No, no, it's okay!” Luca held up his hands.
“We warned you,” said Alberto.
“Yes, you did.” Louise glanced down at her hands. These, Luca noticed, were no longer bandaged, but the fur had been shaved from the backs of them and the palms, already hairless, were covered with scrapes and small cuts. Whatever they'd done to 'decontaminate' where she'd touched the terrifying humans, it looked like it had been painful. Louise looked around the room, then went to the window and pulled the curtains, already half-closed, all the way shut. “Sorry,” she said as she returned to her seat. “Go on.”
The boys continued their story, bringing it up to when they'd spoken to Curtis while hiding in the cupboard. Although Louise had said they'd already apologized, Luca couldn't stop himself from doing it again, now that they had the context to explain exactly what had gone wrong.
“We didn't know there really was a monster in Rocco's closet,” he said. “If we had, we would have... I don't know, wrote you a letter or something instead of trying to scare you back.”
“Yeah,' said Alberto. “We, uh...” he turned to Luca. “You think that's how humans feel about us? Not the ones in Portorosso, obviously, but...”
“No, you're right!” Luca realized. The humans had thought sea monsters probably didn't exist, but if they were, they'd be scary and dangerous and... well, not people. That was exactly how, in those terrifying seconds as the door opened, Luca had felt about Rocco's closet monster. “So yeah,” he said to Louise, “we didn't know. We're very sorry, and we'll never do it again.”
Louise sat quietly a moment, and then asked, “why are you apologizing to me?”
“Well, because you lost your job,” said Luca. “You wouldn't have if we hadn't been there.”
“Yeah, but that's just my job!” She stood up and started pacing up and down the little living room. “You two... you've lost your whole world! Your parents must be frantic. If I had a kid who went to a sleepover and just vanished, I don't even know what I'd do. And now Mr. Waternoose is... you two have to go home!” She sat down again and held on to her horns, the way a human might push their hands through their hair. “You're sorry? I'm sorry. I didn't know what to think when I found you there. I'd seen the tour group earlier and I assumed... I should have asked more questions. What are we going to do with you?”
Luca hadn't expected that. It hadn't occurred to Luca that Louise might feel bad about what she'd done to them. It had been an accident!
It must have occurred to Alberto, though, because he gently elbowed Luca in the ribs and said, “I told you it was her fault.”
“Don't say that!” Luca protested.
“No, he's right,” said Louise.
“It wasn't anybody's fault. Nobody knew what was going on,” Luca pointed out. “Anyway, it's also not fair that Mr. Waternoose is hoarding all the screams. If he wasn't doing that, we wouldn't be in danger now.”
“Never mind that right now,” said Louise firmly. “We have to get you home. We'll have to get that door out of... the door was sent to review, wasn't it?”
“Yeah,” Curtis said. “I couldn't take them there after hours with everything locked up. I told Maureen I left something in the kitchen but there wasn't any excuse I could have made to the review workers.”
“Taking them there when the place is up and running isn't going to be easy, either,” Louise said.
Curtis thought about that. “Security around review can be pretty tight... but the door's not the only thing we're going to need.”
“We need a scare station,” Louise agreed.
Luca looked at Alberto, who shrugged – he had no idea what they were talking about, and nothing to contribute, any more than Luca did. They were just going to have to trust these people.
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“The easiest thing to do would be just slip the door into the scare queue and then smuggle them through while everybody's busy,” Louise said. She stood up to pace again. “Except of course that I've been fired! We'll need another scarer, but who would risk their job for this? Scarberry is a stickler for rules, he'd turn us in at once. Zamora is probably thrilled I'm not there to make him look bad anymore, as if it's my fault his kids prefer to yelp than scream. He won't help. I don't know about Yamanaka but I'd bet...”
“What about the new guy?” Alberto asked, desperate to offer something. “Sullivan?”
Neither of the boys had actually seen the monster who'd apparently replaced Louise. When they'd heard his voice in the little kitchen he'd sounded nice, but then, a lot of monsters probably sounded nice when they weren't terrified of a human. Much like a lot of humans sounded nice when they weren't afraid of a sea monster.
“I don't know... I've only known him the one day,” Curtis said carefully, but he seemed to have the germ of an idea. “He just started yesterday, and he's not familiar with procedures yet. He definitely won't recognize the door, and if I tell him he's supposed to be scaring in that room, there's no reason he wouldn't believe me.”
“He might lose his job, too, though,” Luca protested.
“No, he won't,” Curtis assured him. “He was at the top of his class at MU – Waternoose had to outbid a company that wanted him to move to Lake Eerie. If we're caught, I'll take the blame. Louise is right, this is more important than her job or mine.”
Luca didn't like that. He didn't want to cause any trouble for people who were trying to be nice to him. It didn't seem like he had much choice, though – he and Alberto didn't know enough about this world, while Curtis and Louise actually lived here. So all he said was, “thank you, Sir.”
“All right, let's figure this out,” said Louise.
She and Curtis set to work, planning how they would get the boys into the factory unseen. They decided to rent a truck and pretend they were making a delivery – then they could enter through the back of the building and avoid witnesses. From there, they would have to retrieve Rocco's door from the review department. Curtis said he would lie and say he'd written a wrong number on the form, substituting the next door in the set for Rocco's. From there, he would place it in the day's queue. After that...
... after that they weren't quite sure. Keeping Sullivan in the dark would be easy, as he was still learning and would do what he was told. Other people, however, would know that something strange was going on, and if anyone asked questions Curtis would have to improvise. As for getting the boys through the door, that was impossible to plan ahead for. They would have to just wait for an opportunity.
“It doesn't matter if you're caught,” said Louise. “The only thing that matters is getting them home.” Luca started to protest again, but she reached as if to grab him by the shoulders, before apparently thinking better of it and withdrawing her paws. “You said you didn't want to cause trouble and I appreciate that, but whatever trouble happens, we're adults, we can deal with it better than you can.”
Luca nodded. He and Alberto didn't want to stay here, and wouldn't have been able to even if they could.
With their plan set, Louise and Curtis agreed to meet early the next morning – Curtis would bring the truck, and Louise would pretend to be an employee. They said goodnight and Curtis headed home, and Louise looked them over again. She'd been giving them uncomfortable glances throughout the planning session, perhaps bothered by them just sitting there looking them looking like creatures she'd been taught to be afraid of. Several times, she'd even checked to make sure the curtains were shut, even though she was the one who'd closed them only minutes ago.
“I guess you two need somewhere to sleep,” she said.
“Yes, Madame,” Luca said.
“Do you have a treehouse?” Alberto asked.
“No,” said Louise, not sure what to make of that question, “but I do have a sofa bed. Get up.”
The boys obediently stood, and Louise handed them the cushions to hold while she unfolded the sofa into a mattress. Then she disappeared into another room, and came back with a pair of oversized shirts. At first, Luca and Alberto couldn't figure out what they were supposed to do with these, unless make tents out of them – they were sized for large monsters, and even Massimo would have found them big.
“Nightshirts,” said Louise, seeing their confusion. “I'll take your clothes down to the laundry.”
“Oh, thank you!” Luca said. It would be nice to wear something clean again.
“I'm sure you'd also like a bath,” Louise added. “It's in there... um... will that make you change back to normal?”
Luca and Alberto exchanged a glance. “Well, yes,” said Luca, “but it wont' stay. We'll Change again when we dry out.”
“It's not that one's normal and the other isn't,” Alberto added. “They're both normal. It's just what we do.”
“Right, sorry,” said Louise. She opened the bathroom door and showed them in. “Do they all look like you? The monsters where you come from. You've both got scales and fins, and you're about the same size.”
“Yes, they all look like us,” said Luca, though he found it a strange thing to say. In his mind, sea monsters all looked very different from each other, even more than humans did – but to monsters who could have various numbers of legs, eyes, and wings, they probably would all look the same. “It's because we live in the water. Our fins and gills help us survive.” He'd learned about evolution and how it affected organisms in school.
“That makes sense,” Louise decided. She ushered them into the bathroom.
Like the rest of her apartment, this was small but comfortable. She even had several scented soaps, although they had labels like tidepool and titan arum and the boys decided to use the unscented ones. It was a marked contrast with Harry's house, which had been so over the top in the places where the family lived and so bare everywhere else. Luca and Alberto washed up, and when they came out again, clean and dry and back in human form, they found that Louise had made up the sofa bed for them with sheets and pillows. She looked disappointed to see they'd already Changed again.
“We can get wet if that would help,” Luca offered.
“No, I don't want my sofa getting wet. It'll take forever to dry,” Louise replied. She'd sat down on the end of the sofa bed and turned the television on, and was watching something identified by a title card as Scary Mason. The boys weren't sure where they were supposed to go, but Alberto decided to go sit down on one side of Louise, so Luca sat on the other.
“So you two are from...” Louise thought for a moment. “It was Mean Time plus one hour. I don't remember the name of the place.”
“Italia,” Alberto supplied. He didn't know much geography, but he'd learned to find Portorosso on a map of Europe, and was quite proud of that. Luca, the one who'd taught him, nodded.
“What's it like?” asked Louise. “All I've seen of the human world is kids' rooms at night.”
“We're right by the ocean,” said Luca, “and there are more hills than here.”
“It's warmer, too,” Alberto said. “They grow grapes in the hills and tomatoes, and olives. There's sheep, too, which are like big white sponges on legs, and they keep cheese under their wool so you have to shave them in the spring to get it out.”
“In the water we raise seagrass and goatfish,” Luca added, “and sturgeons for their eggs, and some of the richer families have groupers.”
“The humans catch fish, but they're careful not to take the ones the sea monsters keep,” Alberto said. “We've explained it to them, and they stay away from the pastures.”
“It sounds like you get along very well,” said Louise.
“Yeah. Humans are just people,” Luca said. After his earlier revelation, he wanted to emphasize that. “I even go to school with them in Genova. That's a big city, although there are bigger ones. My friend Giulia says the biggest is Roma. They've still got buildings there that are two thousand years old. We've never been, but we're definitely gonna go someday.”
Luca stopped there and thought for a moment. He was starting to have an idea... he wanted to fix the problems they'd caused Louise by being here. They couldn't do that in this monster world, but maybe they could somewhere else...
“I'm pretty much the greatest fisherman in town, except for my Dad, Massimo,” Alberto said. “He's only got one arm, but he's stronger than any of the guys with two. Every morning I deliver the fish on my bike. I saved up to buy myself one, because Giulia said I wasn't allowed to ride hers anymore. I didn't even crash it on purpose.”
Louise nodded. “I've never met a human I wasn't trying to scare,” she admitted, “but I always got the idea they were skittish, bitey sorts of creatures, like... like raccoons or something. Like they'll attack you if they're cornered.”
“Nah, they know we're good,” Alberto said. “Even when people from out of town visit, their relatives just tell them we're okay and they're fine.”
That seemed to be confirmation that Luca's idea was good. He took a deep breath. “Maybe you could come with us?” he suggested. He was pretty sure that taking Harry would have been a disaster, but Louise was very different.
Louise laughed. “Oh, I'm sure that would go over great!”
“No, I mean it,” Luca said. “I'm sure you could get a job there. The fishermen always need help, and there are jobs on the farm at the end of summer. You'd just have to apologize to Rocco.”
“Yeah!” Alberto agreed, sitting up a little straighter. “Or you could even work in the Pescheria! If they're okay with us, they'd be okay with you.”
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“They're okay with you two because you look like them,” Louise said. “I suspect they think you're really just humans deep down, like I'm okay with you right now because I know you're actually monsters under the skin.” Despite these words, she got up and moved to the ottoman again, shifting it so she could still see her detective show. “Besides, you two don't want to be away from your own kind forever, do you? Neither do I.”
“Oh. You're right.” Luca hadn't even thought of that. Of course he and Alberto wanted to go home. Why would Louise be any different. “Sorry.”
“Don't apologize,” Louise said. “I'm sure I can get another job here. There are other energy companies, even though Waternoose is doing his best to gobble them up. Or I could try something else. I do like my job. I like knowing when a light goes on that I helped make that happen. But there's other stuff in the world and maybe I wouldn't have to put up with idiots like Steve Watkins.”
Once Scary Mason was over, Louise took the boys' clothing and some other laundry down to the basement, and they settled into the sofa bed. It wasn't the most comfortable bed in the world, having rarely been used and the fold lines in the mattress very distinct, but it was still better than the bed with no blankets at Harry's house. Part of it was because there was no need to fear discovery here, it was probably also because Harry had hidden them away in part of the house for things his family didn't want to think about. Louise, on the other hand, had unfolded her sofa and made room for them in her home.
“I hope we don't get her in any more trouble,” Luca said.
“I don't think she minds. She seems really nice,” Alberto replied with a yawn.
This was meant to make Luca feel better, but instead it seemed even more unfair that Louise was having to find a new job because of them. If Mr. Waternoose was working hard to buy up all the other scaring companies... what if he bought one and found Louise working there? Would he fire her all over again? Maybe it would be better, after all, if she just did something else.
There must be a solution. He would just have to think about it long enough.
Going to sleep at Louise's apartment was very different from Harry's house, and so was waking up. Yesterday morning they'd been alone and hungry and hadn't known what to do, and had only barely gotten away. Today they woke to sunshine and the smell of food cooking. Luca yawned and sat up, and looked towards the kitchen. Squinting in the sun that was coming directly through the window, he made out Louise at the stove. She looked back and saw him, and waved.
“Good morning,” she said.
“Buongiorno, Signorina,” replied Luca. He wondered what time it was. It felt very early, and if the sun was right in the window it must be quite low.
“I'm making pancakes,” she said. “Want some?”
Next to Luca, Alberto stirred. “Hmm? Breakfast?” he asked. The iguana-cat had been sleeping by his feet, and it raised its head and yawned, showing off long sharp teeth.
“Yeah, frittelle!” Luca told him. “Come on, let's get dressed.”
The pajamas they'd worn for their sleepover at Rocco's were now clean and dry, and while they were stained a bit from all the muddy water, it was still much better than wearing them dirty, or the giant nightshirts they'd slept in. Both Luca and Alberto were cheerful and smiling as they bounced into the kitchen.
“Here you go.” Louise put plates in front of them. “I've got butter and syrup, too.”
“How about Nutella?” Alberto asked.
“I think there's some here somewhere.” Louise opened a cupboard. “Let me see.”
Luca poured syrup on his pancake and took a big bite. Monster food seemed to taste okay, even when, like the three-eyed fish, it didn't look very appealing. The pancakes just tasted like pancakes, and the syrup like syrup... though it wasn't enough to make him regret refusing Harry's eyeball lollipops.
“Found it!” Louise put the jar of spread on the table, and Alberto dug into it with a butter knife.
“Thank you, Madame,” said Luca politely.
“You're welcome.”
Alberto, who always ate as if he hadn't been fed in a week, stuffed half a pancake in his mouth. “You got any kids?” he asked, around this mouthful.
“No, I don't,” Louise said. “I do have two little nephews, and I spoil them rotten on their birthdays. Is the pancake that good, that you're already asking me to adopt you?”
“Nah, I'm already adopted,” Alberto assured her. “I was just wondering.”
A buzzer went off. Luca and Alberto looked up in alarm, but Louise just crossed to a speaker on the wall and pressed a button there. “Yes?” she asked.
“It's me,” replied the voice of Curits. “I've got the truck.”
Luca relaxed – of course, they'd seen the other side of that last night.
“Great, come on up,” Louise said. “We're having pancakes.” She pushed a different button.
Curtis knocked on the door a couple of minutes later. Louise let him in, and the iguana-cat looked up from its breakfast – a bowl of what appeared to be dried mealworms and roly-polies – to see who was there. Once the animal realized this guest was familiar, it returned to the bowl. Curtis bent down to give it a couple of pets, then stopped short as he saw Luca and Alberto sitting there eating.
After a moment, he relaxed. “Sorry,” he said. “There's this old safety poster in the locker room at work, showing a human kid with blood all around its mouth, but the colours faded over the years so the blood looked brown.”
Luca turned to Alberto, who had Nutella smeared around his mouth. Alberto realized what Curtis was referring to, and grinned sheepishly before wiping his mouth on a napkin. Luca giggled.
“Pancakes?” Louise asked.
“Yes, please!” Curtis pulled up a chair. “Your cooking is always a treat, Louise.”
“There's no need for flattery, it's just a pancake.” She handed him a plate.
“Maybe you could work at a restaurant,” Luca suggested.
Curtis had been busy cutting a piece of pancake, but at that, he dropped his cutlery. “What, give up scaring?” he asked. “No way, Louise is the best!”
“She must be pretty good at it,” Alberto mused. “Signora Marsigliese said Rocco never wants to go to bed at night anymore. Sometimes he sits and cries for ages after Louise has been in there.”
“Sounds like my younger nephew,” said Louise. “For a while he was convinced there was a human under his bed and didn't dare get up at night. He thought it would grab him if he dangled a limb over and then...” she glanced over her shoulder at the boys, then shook her head and took the last pancake out of the pan. “Well, silly thing to worry about, anyway.”
They finished eating and washed the plates, and then it was time to head for the factory. They wanted to arrive by seven AM, not so early as to look suspicious, but before too many people arrived for the day. They also didn't want to frighten anybody on the way, so Alberto and Luca got wet again, and the group headed downstairs. They could hear people moving around and talking in the other apartments, but the halls of the building were empty.
They opened the front door onto the step, and there they got a shock.
A bundle of Monstropolis Argus newspapers had been left there – and these ones had a headline reading JUVENILE DELINQUENTS CAUSE CHAOS AT MONSTERS INC. Louise untied the twine and picked up the top copy, which unfolded to show a pair of police sketches that were obviously meant to be Luca and Alberto, although they looked much scarier than the boys actually were. Since the monsters here seemed to consider scariness something to aspire to, maybe they ought to be consider this a compliment.
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Louise blinked at this a couple of times, then quickly folded the paper, put it back on top of the pile, and hefted the whole thing into the garbage bin. She then went and grabbed the much larger papers on the steps of the bigger building next door, while Curtis went to grab the tiny ones on the other side. These went into the bin as well, and Curtis filled two buckets with water from a spigot on the wall so that the boys wouldn't dry out in front of anyone.
The rental truck was parked in the lot. It was a big boxy vehicle, painted with a colourful underwater scene featuring a squid-like creature and text to inform the viewer that the Tully Monster was the State Fossil of Chillinois. Luca and Alberto scrambled into the back and Curtis climbed up on the bumper to pull the rolling door down.
It was almost closed when a booming voice rang out: “Louise! You're up early!”
Curtis quickly shut the back and the lock clicked, leaving the boys in warm, stuffy darkness.
“Good morning, Cynthia,” said Louise. “Curtis is just helping me get some stuff from the factory.”
The truck rattled as giant footsteps approached. Luca grabbed Alberto, terrified.
“You must have practically lived there!” said Sylvia's voice from high overhead. “Shame about your job. Who were those boys your friend had with him last night?”
“Uh... boys?” asked Louise.
“Alan went to check if it were still raining, and stood there like a fool with the door open,” Cynthia explained. “When he finally shut the door and came back in, he said your assistant was there with two little boys.”
“Oh, they're my nephews!” said Curtis. “Yeah. My sister married a fish monster from Fort Clawderdale! They want to be scarers when they grow up, and Louise is kind of their hero, so I brought them to visit.”
“Very nice young monsters,” Louise agreed. “Nothing like some of these delinquents you hear about. I can't stay and chat, though, I've got a lot to do today.”
“Of course,” said Cynthia. “I just came out for the paper, actually. Isn't it here yet? I could have sworn I heard the truck.”
“Maybe he's running late,” said Curtis, climbing into the cab.
“See you later, Cynthia!” Louise got in the other side, and the engine started.
Luca sat down and curled his tail around him as they pulled out into the street. What would happen when Cynthia eventually saw the paper? When it never arrived on her step she would surely go looking for one elsewhere. If this place were anything like Portorosso there would be a dozen places to get newspapers. Signor Gamacchio's store carried everything from the local Giornale to the Secolo from Genova to the Tempo all the way from Roma.
“Hey, cheer up.” Alberto sat down beside him and patted him on the back. “We're going home today.”
“Only if this works,” said Luca.
“It will,” Alberto promised him. “Louise and Curtis are good. I never trusted Harry anyway.”
Luca's eyebrows rose. “Oh, you didn't?” he asked pointedly.
“I didn't! I only pretended to because I thought it was the fastest way home!” Alberto huffed.
Luca looked him right in the eyes. Alberto stayed sullen for a moment, then his shoulders sagged. “I knew it was a bad idea,” he admitted. “But we needed somebody to be nice.”
“Giulia says sometimes you really gotta listen to Bruno,” Luca told him.
“You never know when until afterwards, though,” Alberto said. “Do you think Harry's in a lot of trouble?”
“Probably,” Luca sighed. His annoyance with Alberto's lie had been fleeting – yeah, trusting Harry had been a mistake, but it wasn't as if Luca had been able to think of anything better. If it had been up to him, they would probably have just been left standing in the car park until they dried out again, and heaven knew what would have happened to them then.
They'd been nothing but trouble to anyone in this world, he thought, including themselves. Why did it have to be that way? Why did everybody have to panic? It seemed that monsters of all kinds – whether land, sea, or bedroom closet – were so scared of each other when they really didn't have to be. All of them were just people.
Maybe that was what made all three monsters.
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MY DUMB ASS DRAFTED THIS INSTEAD OF POSTING FML IM SOREY 😭😭👍
SORRY I DIDNT ANSWER SOONER BECAUSE I DAMN WELL THOUGHT I DID!!
but i do wish to update some of the photos so I Will Do That for quality’s sake
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Disproportionately excited over getting an ask oh my god oh my god hello hi
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managed to cram them all in a photo together!! (lighting is bad i know)
left to right- no named doll. no named laptop. Pepper. Pancake. and a no named shirt
me yapping my head off below the cut because i can never shut up
OKAY no messing around.. FIRST ON THE ROSTER!! MY LAPTOP!! (pink and orange screen dead center)
uhh- no name! (dont know how thats achieved but its fine its good!!) I’ve just been using he/it/they when referring to them (albeit unconsciously but we’re rolling with it)
used to have a little moustache vinyl sticker but i didn’t put it on in fear of it… Just Generally Sucking. but now im oddly attached to the idea of em having a moustache? so. yeah. idk😭
feelin romantical an shi.. yeah i kiss my computer.. what r u gonna do about it
the doll with black hair and giant shoes on the left is like…. a lil Inuit baby… (thats what everyone else was calling em- also no name..)
got em from a drug store (you dont see stuff like this in stores very often so i got really excited upon seeing this and was so attached INSTANTLY. i was holding it like a newborn baby for the next hour after i got it istg)
big feet and a fat little head but they are my baby and so i love them :^)
THEN THERES PANCAKE!!! (simple bear on the left) i call him pancake because he is flat like pancake (real creative child i was.) been using he/him pronouns for him since the dawn of time idk child me was simple like that. turned my wall blue in the photo for some reason but- yk whatever.
HIS FACE IS IN THE WORKS OF BEING REPAIRED HAVE NO FEAR!!!
(he likes being flat dont ask how i know this)
they are like children to me but pancake is like. at best a good friend but still. child. idk. they are babies idk how to explain myself!! i canot describe anything in human terms of relationship!!
were all children of divorce here. (said like “welcome to bible study” vine)
PEPPER!!! (black and white cat on the right)
ive had her since litteraly forever. like 10 years on the dot now i believe. shes been glued to my side since then
my memories of the past are spotty and few but i still remember many days i spent with her. the day that i got her, a day that i lost her and the next she was found. days when our small trailer finally had gotten its own computer and i spent my days playing random DVDs and using our Super Extra Slow internet to look up how to clean her.
speaking of… she’s really over due for a bath…
but yeah!!! lament aside- this is Pepper! whats on the tag and nothing more. She/her.
shes basically my best and only friend and i doubt ive spent longer than a month away from her in all our time together. she means a lot to me
FINALLY… this darn shirt i have (hunk of fabric on the right thats hard to look at)
some how both too big and too small on me (probably the fault of the sleeves and the general length of it all- but i have cigarettes for arms and wear jackets all the time so it works out)
despite being no where near my typical style of clothes and many facets i Do Not Like, they are my favourite shirt who i both hate and love. this asshole (lovingly) beckons me to wear them every damn time theyr clean and in my closet and istg i will wear them nearly every time. it doesn’t matter what outfits ive planned for the week i just do.
my best friend. my enemy. my confidant. my partner in crime and also teetering on the verge of sensory nightmare but i like wearing them so Its Fine. i love them.
EXTRA PHOTOS
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there others i cannot write paragraphs about or cannot find at the moment (looking at you Colourful Scarf Tucked Away In Winter Storage. ill find you soon.)
ill post about them one day maybe..
thanks for sending this in :^)) i love getting asks hehehehh (says the man who has only gotten 4 asks in his many years on tumblr, two of which being scam and/or nsfw bots)
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Hi! Hi! I saw your message about the inbox that you had requested and am willing to do the matchups! For my fandom, I would like a Jjk matchup just like how you requested. Let’s start with the basic:
Pronouns: she /her
Preferably a male?
Personality: I am an INTJ Slytherclaw, Aquarius and a Type 6 when it comes to anagrams. I am a huge overthinker and stress a lot with anxiety. People tell me that I can be blunt which results in people thinking that I can be cold but in reality I try to be a kind person when it is needed. I am a realist and many consider me to be intelligent, often asking me to help with their work. I’m incredibly passionate about things I like to do and have a thirst to know everyone’s opinions as I feel that if someone is left out. I’m a creative person but sometimes my brain just goes blank, I hate when it does. I sometimes follow the rules and can be serious if I wish to be but normally I like to goof off and break rules, adrenaline rushing through my body is just a different feeling I can’t explain. I have a really dry sense of humour that usually is a mix of sarcasm, fandom jokes or self degrading jokes. I’m not that good at describing personality but here are a few kins if it is helpful : Navier, Mikasa, Regulus Black, Annabeth, Shinobu, Shoko ( Jjk), etc.
Looks: I’m slightly chubby and have a pear body shape. Upon seeing me, many people point out my eyes which are hazel with slight flecks of many colours such as green and amber being the prominent ones. I have a button nose and thin heart shaped lips. My face is round and my eye shape is almond. I am approximately 5’3. Two small moles are fixated on my right cheek and underneath my lip. My clothing style tends to be anything comfortable and classy. I prefer to wear black and colours that are darker, you will never find me wearing orange or neon colours. My clothing always consists of a dress of some sort. 
Likes: Chocolate, Anime, Reading, Drawing, Strawberries, Smell of Rain, Sleeping, Being the Best, Baking, Daydreaming, Murder Mysteries, Romance , Name hunting, Pinterest and Flower Languages.
Dislike: Loud noises, Jerks, Slow Walkers, Insects, Studying, Fake People, Self-pity, Getting below 90% in a test, Coffee, Snow and the feeling where your brain is blank and can’t tell what you feel like.
Love Language: Physical Touch and Quality Time
I hope this is enough information.
i match you with…
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yuuta okkotsu!
okay first of all i feel like your energies would work really well together! you tend to be a bit more blunt, whereas he would tiptoe around the subject
he would love your creative side! even when you get a bit of a block, he would always try to either inspire you with stories, or try to get your mind off of what’s upsetting you
you would’ve made him feel welcomed when he first arrived at jujutsu high, including him in conversations & trying to gauge his perspective
he absolutely would have been blushing the whole times and barely could have made eye contact ahejdhejej
he knows that you don’t like bugs, so he would always take them outside, even when you’re insisting that he kills them
i feel like you’d be really good friends with maki, too! you give me strong maki vibes, so i feel like you two would really get along
honestly all of the second years, panda would give you piggy back rides & inumaki would joke around with you all of the time
in your first year, it would have been so obvious that yuuta had a crush on you (which may or may not have caused some problems with rika; maki is totally rallying for you and has threatened to exorcise her on the dl)
he would learn flower language for you and start giving you them as a way of flirting before you got together
he also proceeds to send your flowers when he’s abroad in second year!
you & yuuta have baking dates & he loves making chocolate covered strawberries with you!!! he would try to draw your face on the strawberry!! it was a really bad drawing, but it’s the thought that counts!!!!
he knows that you don’t need it but i feel like he would be so protective over you?? especially after shibuya, he always has an arm around you/is touching you in some way 😭
nobara absolutely idolizes you & your style, she wants you to take her shopping on off days
overall, you fit in very well with everyone & you’ve stolen yuuta’s heart (he has no intention of trying to get it back)
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octahedral-chaos · 3 months
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Binary Stars' Impact: AKA have a random drabble based on a Worldless × Genshin Crossover Idea I had.
@arandompeep this is based off our conversation we had... and I had to write a little thingy based on this, so I hope you enjoy!
She's still alive?
Disoriented, Edda glanced around, noting how... bright this place was. Even if it was somewhat dark, she could still tell that it was much more colourful than all the places she's been to. She also noticed that there was no eye watching from above, were They dead? How long has it been both her and Aven's battle with that god? Instead, she noticed a small, silver crescent-shaped thing in the sky.
She got up, still a bit disoriented and looked around, she seemed to be in some sort of field near a cliff, with a giant tree directly in front of said cliff. This... didn't really looked like any place she knew, and the last thing she remembered was fighting They with Aven. Wait...
Aven! Where was he? She remembered watching him sacrificing himself to save her, yet she still couldn't believe that he's mostly likely dead. She looked around, looking for any fluttering scarf or a clawed hand, anything. But she couldn't see anything. Defeated, she slumped to the floor with a sign, she didn't want to be alone here! She doesn't even know what this place is, nor the danger that lurks here, There could be things that could very well kill her!
Then she heard a very faint, yet familiar, chirp.
A bit startled, she glanced around, trying to find the source of the sound, then she noticed a dim orange glow near the gigantic tree. A bit relieved yet confused, she carefully walked towards the tree. It was a bit of a trek, but she managed to get there rather quickly.
It was Aven! Albeit he looked to be in pretty bad shape, lying in a fetal position and some orange sparks still appearing from the area he was stabbed. She tried to walk towards him as quietly as possibly, before chirping. He looked towards her, stiff and weak, before letting out a soft, hoarse chirp. Okay, he's not in any shape to be able to stand up or even walk with his injury. So Edda decided on the second best thing, maybe she could set camp here, since they're both safe from the weather due to the tree, and there's most likely stuff for making a campfire here too.
So she went out to collect stones and sticks, making sure to not stray too far from Aven, she didn't want anything sneaking up on neither Aven nor herself, and she definitely didn't want anything to hurt him. After a surprising successful trip (Turns out if the stones and sticks are a different colour from the grass, they're much easier to find), she immediately started preparing the campfire.
While placing the sticks in the ring of stones, Aven chirped again. "What's wrong?" She chirped in reply. "Nothing much," he replied, "Just a bit freaked out about this place, and still in a bit of pain." "Well, at least we have each other," Edda chirped, placing the final sticks into the campfire, "Even in unfamiliar lands, we won't be separated and I will try to find help if you need it." Aven gave a soft chuckle, before chirping, "You're still as determined as always, and that made me feel a bit better. Thank you." "You're welcome," she chirped in replied, finally starting the fire, "I'll stand guard to make sure there's no threats, you can rest for tonight. You're injured, so please don't do anything dumb if I do accidentally fall asleep." "Alright, alright!" He laughed a bit, "I'll fall asleep. Good night."
With that, he curled up, stab wound still sparking slightly. Granted, he already looks a lot better now, but she won't risk him trying to walk with that sort of injury still. Edda stared at him for a moment, before turning her gaze towards the campfire, before finally looking out at the scenery. This place was oddly beautiful, the grasses and trees were swaying gently in the wind, and the unfamiliar sky sparkles with dots of light. There's also the quiet chirping of some sort of creature, and some vaguely void butterfly-like creatures glowing a soft cyan. It almost reminded her of home, but that feels to far away now, so she should try to focus on the present. So she looked out into the beyond for the night, watching for danger as her only friend rests in an unfamiliar world.
Although, it did seemed as if she did fell asleep, as next thing she knew, she was hearing the sounding of Aven's fire abilities, clanking of metal and yelling. Startled, she got up and was immediately greeted by the sight of a bunch of weird creatures trying to attack Aven, while Aven is desperately trying to defend himself using his fire skills and claws. She quickly summoned her sword and shield, and darted towards the floating, red-and-black creature with the pointy face. It yelled something in an oddly watery-sounding voice, before summoning a sphere that is almost certainly a shield. Of course, she guessed what to do and decided on one option: Use her ice abilities, and the moment that shield goes down, use her sword and all other attacks to get rid of that one quickly, especially since it seemed to be the one in charged.
She summoned a brush of Frost aimed at that creature, catching it off-guard and almost instantly breaking its shield, before almost finishing it off with a few blows from her sword. Of course, she tried to use her absorption skill on it as usual. Except... nothing happened. That's weird, maybe she wasn't focusing enough? She tried again, but it also didn't work. Okay, seems like creatures from this world can't be absorbed. So she decided to finish it off for good using her lightning skill.
One down, at least 5 more to go.
She then turned her attention towards the maned, brown creatures without faces. They seemed to have a lot of weapons, including axes, bows and weird... red blob things? Okay, she was in a unfamiliar world so she should had expected that... but still. She immediately targeted the blob throwing ones, as they seemed the most dangerous out of the bunch. With a lot of ice attacks, sword slashes and arrows, she managed to take them down one at a time, while Aven himself also use his fire, wind and claws attacks to prevent them from getting to close.
Then right as she was about to finish off one of the blob-throwers, a large, almost vortex-like gust of wind appeared out of nowhere, sending her flying into the tree. Great.
They noticed the creatures immediately turned their attention to whatever (or whoever) created said vortex and before they knew it, all they could see within the frenzy was blades seemingly made from cyan energy, bursts of water and a black and purple bird seemingly able to conduct electricity.
And as suddenly as it happened, it stopped. Edda looked to where the commotion was, and there were four figure, all seemingly wearing something covering almost their entire bodies and definitely not shapes, unlike Aven and herself. They seemed to be discussing something, and seemed to be pointing at the sky, before pointing towards the cliffs she woke up at. Ah great, they managed to get the locals attention!
She stared at the strange beings for a second, before cautiously walking out from the tree's shade and giving a soft chirp. The beings all proceeded to stare right at her, their... eyes being rather confused and shocked? They looks so much like her kind yet are so different at the same time it's almost... scary. Neither party haven't moved nor spoke, only staring at each other for a very long time. It's only when Aven made a rather curious yet stressed chirped was Edda's attention drawn to him, and the beings finally said something.
"There's two of them?!" The one with light yellow hair shouted, that one reminds her of Aven, especially in appearance. Wait no, that's not the one with the light hair. Instead, it's a extremely small, floating being with a halo on their head, their voice extremely high-pitched and squeaky, "You know, didn't Katheryne and Jean mentioned that there were two meteors a few nights ago that were blue and orange?"
Wait... they've both been in this place for a few days?! How did nothing happened to either of them?
The one with long, light yellow hair and dark cloth-things, walked towards her, before they bowed and spoke, "I, Fischl, Prinzessin der Verurteilung, welcome you. Are you two travellers from another world? If so, tell us what to call you." "She means 'hello, can you tell us who you are?', if you couldn't tell," the black-and-purple bird translated with one wing pointed at "Fischl." She stared all of them for a moment, wondering if they could understand her, before chirping, "My name is Edda."
"Tsk, it can't talk," said the one with the large cyan hat, with arms folded, "Are you even sure that these two are the weird meteors people have seen?" "Shut it! They could possibly understand us!" The one with two different eye shades barked. Of course, she can understand them, it's just that there's a very big language barrier, and it's definitely one-sided.
Aven, who was clutching his chest and panting slightly, seemed to perked up a bit as the strangers talk about them. He stared at them for a moment, before getting an idea: Since they can "talk" to the ancients easily even though there's a somewhat difficult language barrier via "mind talking", he could theoretically use it on them... although that could freak them out a bit.
So gathering all his courage and energy, he chirped, "Her name is Edda, and we CAN understand you!"
Everyone went dead silent, Edda staring at him in confusion and the strangers seemingly a bit startled. The small floating one was the first to break the silence, "You... can talk?" "Yes, I can," he replied, leaning against the tree and checking if he accidentally made his wound worse, "Edda could as well, but I guess it might be a bit scary, considering that it's like you suddenly hear a strange voice inside your head, and it's not yours."
"Okay... so... What's your name?" The floating one continued, floating a bit closer to them. "I'm Aven," he replied, "Of course, Edda is the one that's standing in front of you. Who are you?"
The little being floated back to the group before introducing themself, "This is Paimon!" She then points to the others, "That's Aether, Fischl, Furina and Wanderer." The blue hat one, named Wanderer, then commented, "So... you're the only one that can talk here or can 'Edda' also talk? Plus, you can call me anything you want, just don't disappoint me." The way he phrased that made Aven tensed up a little bit, but granted, they all seemed to be pretty good people, so maybe 'Wanderer' is a little blunt.
He chirped to Edda, "They can understand us if we mind-talk to them." She nodded, before introducing herself, "I am Edda, and it's nice to meet all of you." Aven could tell that she cringed a little bit at the last part, but at least that's a start?
Paimon waved at them, before talking, "If you'll like, we can carry you to Mondstadt so you can rest and we can help Aven!" Edda was a bit glad that they caught on to Aven's injury, but she didn't know if she could risk accidentally causing further damage to him while carrying him. "That sounds nice... how far is it though?"
"It's not too far from here!" Paimon chimed, "In fact, it's a very straightforward trip: you only have to travel Northwest. Although if you'll like, we can show you the path!" Edda thought about it for a moment, before chiming back, "Okay, I guess we'll go with you. Every one of you seem to know this land well, so I trust all of you that there would be not much danger, especially since my friend here is injured."
"Don't worry! We all have it covered!" Paimon beamed, Edda could get used to her squeaky voice, she seemed to be rather excited for everything. Edda walked towards Aven, before chirping, "Aven, I know this would be a but awkward, but I might have to carry you all the way to Mondstadt. Would that be okay?" "Of course, if it means help, then I'm in!" He replied.
With a sign, she hefted Aven onto her shoulder, before turning around and chirping, "Okay, we're ready." As they trekked to the city with their new companions, Edda couldn't help but be thankful that even in a scary world that's nothing like her homeland, she still have her friend, Aven, and people who would gladly help them even if they seemed strange compared to them.
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