#the twelve fucking days that were basically like any other server start
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i can't get over people who still say they hate the egg event and "wish the qsmp was like it was originally" my dude the eggs were added not even two weeks into the server the entire thing has been the egg event. you are complaining about having nostalgia for TWELVE DAYS of a server that's now over a year old be fr you were never actually into the qsmp
#bell.txt#like sorry if you liked like the first few streams and then got bored that has nothing to do with the eggs#shut the hell up just go watch something else#i know people are like 'oh its over now' which no thats not confirmed and seems like its not the case but also like. what did you like abou#the twelve fucking days that were basically like any other server start#like i think you just like watching the first two weeks of any smp and then get bored
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A Spooky Good Time
Summary: The group of friends spend Halloween together enjoying all the candy and movies that come with it.
Notes: This is chapter 19 of the Persona AU if you want to read more or start from the beginning click here
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Clementine couldn’t believe it. She had told her friends about her boyfriend before she had told Lee. Dreading the conversation, she rolled out of bed dragging her feet towards the dining room table.
“Morning. sweetpea,” Lee called out from behind the stove. The smell of bacon wafted through the air.
“Morning, Lee,” Clementine stifled a yawn as she sat down at the table across from her brother. It was only a few moments before a plate of breakfast appeared before her. Eggs, bacon and toast covered her plate. She began to dig in, her fork piling the food into her mouth. Clementine wanted to enjoy every last bite of the food, but her nerves made it hard to do so.
Lee seemed to pick up on it, pausing his eating and looking at his daughter. “Clem, is there something on your mind?” he asked, looking over at her with concern.
Clementine placed down her fork.She should just go for it.“There’s something that I need to tell you…” Clementine took a deep breath. “I’m dating someone. His name is Louis. You've seen him a few times when he’s dropped by.”
AJ looked up from his plate.“The guy with that big spider hair?”
Clementine chuckled, “It’s called dreadlocks,”
She turned her attention away from her brother, glancing over at Lee who seemed deep in thought. Slowly he lifted up his coffee. “I’m glad for you. He seems like a good kid,”
Her nervous expression was changed to one of shock at his words. She reached over for her orange juice, taking a long sip from it.
He lifted the cup to his mouth, muffling his words. “ I’m seeing someone too.”
Clementine choked on her orange juice, hitting her chest a few times before she could give a response. “What the hell, Lee! When were you going to tell me?”
“I could ask you the same thing.” He gave a stern look back, but his eyes seemed playful.
“Well, who is she?” Clementine asked, leaning forward in her chair.
“Her name is Carley Porter. She’s a news reporter who was doing a piece on the university and we sort of just hit it off.” A gentle smile appeared on his lips at the memory.
Wait, I’ve heard that name before…
She was the reporter on the news station that had covered the first two cases that Clementine and her friends had been involved in.
“Hit it off?’ AJ asked, confusion overtaking his features. The eggs on his fork slipped off and landed on his plate.
“It’s a phrase that means you immediately get along with them,” Clementine responded, looking towards her father for further clarity.
“Well, I guess it makes sense that we did get along so well,” Lee started. “She reports the news of today, I report the news of the past. It just works.”
Clementine’s head was still trying to process all that just happened when her phone suddenly buzzed. Looking down, she noticed it was two texts from Louis to different group chats.
“Is that him?” Lee asked with a teasing smile. Clementine felt her face slightly blush at the words.
“I’m done, I’ll see you later after classes.” She slipped out before either of them could reply. Her class didn’t start for a while so she had time to check what Louis had sent.
L: Hey there! So thanks to the brilliance of Aasim and myself we came up with the wise idea to start two Discord servers. One will be for persona topics only and the other will be just for the daily chats with all you lovely people that we all enjoy so much.
Below his text was the link to get access to the server. Clementine switched to the second text and realized the reason for two servers Prisha was added to this group text. A warm smile covered her face; she was glad that they had thought to add her. It meant that they could still include her without worrying about spilling their secret. Quickly making a Discord account, she paused. What should her username be?
A proud smile pulled on the corners of her lips as she entered the answer. After a few minutes the two servers were added and she entered the non-persona one, fittingly named Team Fun. Entering the basic channel, she saw that she wasn’t the first one to arrive.
Sing-us-a-song: Welcome to Team Fun!
Knife2meetU: Why is it called team fun?
Aasim: I couldn’t come up with anything better so Louis named it.
Bro: I like it.
OrangeuGlad: wait we should do introductions. This is Clementine.
Sing-us-a-song: That’s a good idea! This is Louis. Love the username Clem.
Knife2meetU: Violet
OrangeuGlad: Thanks
Aasim: I’ll add an introduction channel to be safe in case we forget. So be sure to add your info.
Sing-us-a-song: Who’s Bro?
Bro: It’s Brody.
I tried to add my full name cause I couldn’t think of a username but I forgot the last two letters and by then it was too late.
Aasim: You can change it.
Sing-us-a-song: No don’t!
Your username is good
OrangeuGlad: I need to go - have class.
Clementine closed the app on her phone. Her class was all the way across campus so she needed to leave now if she was going to be on time. Her classes were just the same old same old. A very long lecture filled with lots and lots of notes that she had to take, causing her hand to cramp up. As soon as she had a break she opened up the Discord again. Nothing much had been added since she left, just the others saying they needed to go too. It had only got interesting within the last half hour.
Sing-us-a-song: You ever just smell your finger and it stinks but you don’t know from what?
Knife2meetU: Louis
Shut
In class
Sing-us-a-song: well sorry that I had an important question to ask.
With that Clementine put away her phone. She was planning to meet with her professor soon. The rest of the day went by about as slowly as the first half. It seemed everyone was busy today so when her classes were done she went back home. Kicking off her shoes, she hopped up the stairs entering her bedroom and lying on the bed.
Wonder if anything else was said in the chat.
It wasn’t much added to the chat, just a single message.
Prishafacie: Thank you for letting me join.
Clementine looked at the username. Prishafacie? Knowing Prisha, it was some smart play on words. Soon more messages appeared.
Bro: Prisha!!
Glad you joined
Sing-us-a-song: it wouldn’t be the same without you.
OrangeuGlad: welcome to Team Fun
Sing-us-a-song: ^^^
Prishafacie: Thanks, everyone.
Knife2meetU: I hate everything.
Bro: bad day?
Sing-us-a-song: well fear not I have a solution.
Aasim: Oh no.
Sing-us-a-song: why don’t we all get together for Halloween and throw a party?
We never celebrated all our work on the investigation.
Prishafacie: But our investigation was a bust.
Bro: doesn’t mean we can’t celebrate
Sing-us-a-song: hear hear
An image appeared on the chat that Louis shared. It was the Ericson University newspaper. The front page held the story of Professor Weathers’ arrest.
We were right on the money
Knife2meetU: where would we meet?
OrangeuGlad: I can check with Lee and see if he’d let us have it here.
Clementine ran down the stairs, searching around for Lee. Her eyes soon found him on the couch.
“Hey Lee, can I have a few friends over on Halloween after trick or treating with AJ?”
“Sure, that’s fine with me. Will your boyfriend be coming?”
She couldn’t see his face, but she knew he had a teasing smile on it.
“Yes.”
“Alright then,”
Clementine took out her phone again, heading back up to her room.
OrangeuGlad: He says it’s fine but we have to do it at 8
Promised AJ that we would go trick or treating first
Aasim: Works for me.
Knife2meetU: same here
Prishafacie: For me as well.
Bro: 8 works
Sing-us-a song: well then all we need to do is figure out the movie and we need to get some snacks and candy
Bro: I can get the snacks and candy
Aasim: Get candy corn.
Knife2meetU: don’t
Aasim: I want it.
Bro: I can get some for you Aasim
Sing-us-a-song: Now onto movies
Bro: can we watch It’s the great pumpkin, Charlie Brown?
Aasim: Thanks
I’m fine with that choice.
Knife2meetU: what about a horror movie?
Sing-us-a-song: i don’t know
Prishafacie: I’m down for a horror movie.
OrangeuGlad: just bring both and we can decide when we’re together.
Sing-us-a-song: sounds like a plan.
Bro: Ok send me some different snacks you guys want.
Brody looked down at the different answers her friends had sent. There sure was a lot of variety here. She pushed open the door to the convenience store, her attention still on her phone.
“Hey, Brody.” She looked up to see Mitch, a friendly smile on his face.
“Hey, Mitch,” A warm smile overtook her face as soon as she saw him.
“What are you getting today?”
“Just some snacks and candy for the Halloween party that my friends and I are having.”
Mitch nodded. “Sounds fun.”
“You got any plans for Halloween?” Brody asked from one of the aisles, grabbing snacks from different shelves.
“Just some trick or treating with my brother.” Mitch replied. Brody leaned out from the aisle to look at him.
“You have a brother?”
“Yeah, his name’s Willy. He’s twelve so all he wants to do for Halloween is go trick or treating and pig out on candy.”
“Sounds like a good plan.” Brody walked forward, her arms filled with different snacks and candies.
Mitch started to process the different items, stopping when he got to the candy corn.“You like candy corn?” His nose scrunched up with a mixture of disgust and confusion.
“Nope, can’t stand the stuff. But my friend likes it.” Brody responded, grabbing out her wallet to get ready to pay.
“Neither can I. It’s just so fucking nasty. It really is the ass of Halloween candy.”
Brody laughed at Mitch’s words, which caused a smile to form on his face. After a few more items the order was processed, and with a few bills exchanged Brody lifted up the bag of snacks. “Enjoy your Halloween.” Mitch called out to her.
“Thanks! You too.”
Brody looked down at the assortment of treats she had gotten, an excited smile appearing on her face. She couldn’t wait for Halloween.
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Clementine shifted in her Halloween costume. She had promised to dress up with AJ which she was happy to do. It was just that the outfit was a bit itchy. She was going as Calypso Cauliflower to match her brother’s theme.
“Ta-da!” AJ jumped out of his bedroom, proudly displaying his outfit. He had decided to go as his favorite character of all time: Disco Broccoli. His eyes were covered with the signature purple sunglasses. His white disco outfit shone as a gold chain dangled on his neck. He really wanted to go all out this year so he had come up with the brilliant idea to dye his hair green. It was temporary dye, but there was still the chance that his hair would stay that color for a few days afterward. With the shape of his afro he really did look like Disco Broccoli.
“You look great, AJ!”
AJ struck a disco pose dramatically. “You ready?” he asked excitedly, swinging his candy container back and forth.
“I was born ready!” Clementine grabbed her brother’s hand and headed towards the door. She turned her head back around her shoulder. “We’re heading out!”
“Ok, have fun!” Lee’s voice rang out from his office.
With that the brother-sister team was off walking around their neighborhood. AJ’s eyes lit up every time they got to a new house.
“Come on, Clem!” He pulled on her arm, making his way towards the next door.
“Slow down, kiddo.” Clementine tried to keep up, smiling at the pure joy on her brother’s face. AJ reached forward, knocking on the door. He impatiently swayed back and forth as he waited for someone to answer the door. It only took a moment for a person to show up at the door.
“Well, hi there! What are you dressed up as?” a kind lady asked, reaching inside to grab the candy bowl she had prepared for the trick or treaters.
“I’m Disco Broccoli!” AJ declared proudly, displaying his best disco move. He quickly gestured over to Clementine. “Clem is Calypso Cauliflower.
“Silly me, I should’ve known,” the lady chuckled. “Take as much as you like.” She held out the candy bowl which AJ and Clementine took generous amounts from, thanking the lady before heading to the next house. After a couple more houses the duo realized that their time was up. Grabbing a hold of AJ’s hand, Clementine headed back to her house, excited for the Halloween party that was soon to come.
Luckily she had timed it out right and had left enough time for herself to change and make the living room look decent for her friends. Soon a knock on the door came.
“Coming!” Clementine shouted, running towards the front door and opening it.
Louis and Violet stood in the front of the group, the rest peeking out their heads from behind.
“We have arrived,” Louis exclaimed with his classic charming smile. “With us we carry the delicious treats for this spooky night!” The group slowly shuffled in. Clementine grabbed the bags from the group, making her way to get some bowls from the kitchen.
“Thanks, Brody.”
“No problem.” Brody made her way to the kitchen. “Do you need any help?”
“Yeah, actually. Can you help pop some popcorn? It should be up in the lower cabinet by the fridge.”
Brody nodded, quickly fulfilling her given task.
“So what movie are we watching?” Louis asked, sitting down on the couch.
“I brought Texas Chainsaw Massacre.” Violet replied, simply placing the DVD on the couch.
Louis looked warily at it. It was pretty clear horror wasn’t for him.
“My DVD is in my bag.” Brody called from the kitchen.
“We have time for both if you want?” Clementine offered to which the group agreed almost immediately.
“I think we should start with horror.” Violet added.
“Sounds good to me.” Prisha stood beside her.
“Okay, maybe it would be good to get it over with first.” Louis gave a sigh. He walked forward, grabbing the DVD and heading towards the TV. “Vi, help me set this up while Clem and Brody get the snacks ready.”
Violet followed her friend.
“I’m not sure I’ve properly introduced myself.” Aasim walked over to Prisha. “I’m Aasim,” He offered his hand which she accepted, giving it a firm shake.
“Prisha.”
“I saw on the intro channel that you’re a law major. That’s really interesting. What made you choose that career path?”
Prisha’s expression changed to an excited one as she answered his question.The two soon got wrapped up in their conversation, each of them interested in what the other had to say.
“Popcorn’s ready.” Brody placed two bowls in front of the group. Clementine was close behind, placing down the bowls of candy. A small bowl filled with candy corn was beside them.
“You got the movie set up?” Clementine asked as she watched her two friends work together.
“Yep, just about.” Louis replied, standing up and grabbing the remote control.
With a few clicks the movie began. Brody made her way over to one of the couches, joining Aasim who was already there with his candy corn. Clementine had settled down on the other couch which Louis soon joined, sitting beside her. Prisha sat on the other side of the couch while Violet sat next to her on the arm of the couch. The lights were off and the snacks were distributed. It only took a few moments to make it abundantly clear who enjoyed horror and who didn't. Brody tried to not get overwhelmed by the death scenes, averting her eyes when they happened. Aasim tried to help her by whispering different facts about the history behind the film which actually did help her calm down a bit.
On the other hand Violet seemed to enjoy the movie, tossing popcorn in her mouth casually when the massacre started. Prisha didn’t seem fazed by it either. Instead most of her focus seemed to be on Violet. Her hand slowly made its way over to Violet’s, brushing against it. Violet seemed shocked for a moment before accepting Prisha’s hand. She was glad that it was so dark in the room so the others couldn’t see the slight blush forming on her face.
Clementine also seemed to enjoy the film, but not because of the plot. Instead it was because of Louis. He really couldn’t handle horror so he ended up curling up in her arms. He would try to make some sort of funny commentary to cope with the scarier moments, giving quippy one-liners from the safety of Clementine’s arms. She felt his warmth against her. A warm fuzzy feeling enveloped her body as she looked down at her boyfriend. She didn’t mind this arrangement. In fact she hoped that the movie would somehow drag on so she could enjoy this moment.
Her eyes were suddenly drawn away from the screen however when she noticed Lee standing in the kitchen. He had a playful smile on his lips as he motioned towards Louis. Clementine’s arms were protectively around him as he continued to try and watch the movie. Lee raised a thumbs up to his daughter. Clementine felt her face grow hot while she tried to focus back on the film.
“That was awesome.” Violet commented, grabbing some more candy as the end credits rolled on the screen.
“Funny, you and I pronounce ‘terrifying’ differently.” Louis mumbled, freeing himself from Clementine’s arms to put in the second movie. Within a few minutes the title screen was on the TV.
Brody shifted on the couch, a child-like joy appearing in her eyes when the movie started. She must’ve seen this movie countless times with how frequently she said the lines word for word as the scenes happened. The group looked over at her with smiles on their faces, happy to see her having a good time. It wasn’t long before Brody’s line for line commentary stopped though, her shoulders slumping while her head fell back. The slow rising and falling of her chest indicated that she had fallen asleep. Aasim made sure not to move too much so he wouldn’t wake her up. After a while Lee made his way into the room.
“Hi there. I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Lee.”
The group looked over, quickly returning their introductions.
“It’s nice to meet some more of Clem’s friends. She always talks about you.”
Clementine awkwardly shifted from her spot in Louis’ arms.
“Look at you guys, six friends that make up three couples."
The mood instantly changed in the room. Louis and Clem looked at each other with awkward smiles on their faces. Meanwhile Prisha and Violet were both overwhelmed by Lee’s assumption, their faces both turned away to hide their blushes. Their hands were still intertwined. But the most shocking response was Aasim’s. He was in the middle of eating some candy corn when Lee suggested that he and Brody were a couple to which he inhaled the candy corn wrong, causing him to choke. Brody’s eyes fluttered open, widening when she saw her friend struggling to breathe. With a few strong whacks to the back Aasim coughed up the candy corn which went flying and landed by Lee’s feet.
“I’m sorry if I misspoke! Let me grab you some water.” Lee ran into the kitchen, pulling down one of the cups.
“That’s the price to pay for eating candy corn.” Louis shook his head in mock sadness.
Aasim glared over at him. “Don’t blame this on the candy corn.”
Lee soon returned and handed the glass of water to Aasim who accepted it gratefully. “Well, I better leave you kids to it.” Lee gave an apologetic smile before returning into his study.
The rest of the movie passed by in no time.
“I love that movie.” Brody stood up, stretching out her arms.
“It really is a classic.” Louis agreed.
The rest of the group slowly got up to their feet, each of them tired after the two movies but also sad that the party was over.
“Well, we should probably head out.” Louis took out his car keys. The four of them made their way to the front door.
“This was really fun,” Brody turned back to look at Clementine “I can’t wait for the next party.'
“I’m sure with our group it won’t be long until the next one.”
“Thanks for inviting me tonight.” Prisha looked up at the group. “It really means a lot."
The group all shared a warm smile.
“We really should go.” Aasim commented from the front door.
“Yeah, we have class tomorrow.” Brody added.
Violet let out a frustrated groan.
“Alright, alright.” Louis leaned forward, planting a gentle kiss on Clem’s cheek. “See you tomorrow.”
“See you tomorrow.” Clementine waved to her friends as they left, shutting the front door behind them. She walked up to her bedroom, falling backwards onto her bed. A huge grin overtook her face. To think that she would have this amazing of a group of friends, that she would have such a sweet boyfriend… she couldn’t believe it but she couldn’t be happier.
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Three Days ~ 3
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~*~Sebastian~*~
I straightened my clothes when I got out of the SUV. I realize my first impression is already shot to hell, but I'm attempting to make up some ground. In front of her door I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths before knocking. I tried to re-frame my sudden nervousness as excitement. When she opened the door two things happened. My mouth started to water and my jeans shrank at least one size.
I went with it. "You look beautiful." I kept my voice soft and smiled.
The peach shirt and white jacket set off her eyes and slightly tanned skin. I liked the slight swell of her breasts showing out the top of her shirt. Just sexy enough. I mean, I have nothing against naked breasts, rather like them, but this was a good first date look. Believe it or not, there is such a thing as too much. And there's time and place for more. This wasn't it.
Emma smiled and put her hand on my bicep, "Thank you. You clean up nicely."
I laughed, "I didn't really pack for a dinner date."
"I thought you might be limited, so I went with jeans."
My head jerked a little in surprise. "That's really nice. Thank you." I had to stop myself from staring. I'm not sure what I'm more amazed by: her kindness or the ease with which she speaks about her thought process. She says it like it's no big deal, but it is. Or maybe I'm more jaded than I thought. I snapped myself out of my thoughts, "Ready to go?" She nodded and I put my hand on her lower back, leading her to the vehicle.
I started backing out and remembered I didn't know where we were going. I put on the brake, rested my hands on the steering wheel, and looked over, "Which way? Where we going?"
"I had two ideas. In town there's a pub. Typical pub food. Bar on one side. Restaurant on the other. Probably live music, but its not loud on the restaurant side. Or about five miles north there's a place on the river with outdoor tables. They specialize in ribs and barbecue, but have everything from steak to seafood."
"Outside on the river sounds good. Nice night for it." I pointed at the navigation screen. "You put it in. Then we can talk without getting lost."
She laughed, "Are you sure we haven't met before? I'd completely get talking and forget to tell you where to turn."
"I think I'd remember." I smiled and watched her press the buttons. Her nails where longer than her fingertips. Long enough to feel, but not so long as to do damage. I should probably stop thinking like that or my my pants are going to shrink more.
"How is the moving going?"
"Good. They hired movers for the actual move. I'm here to shift boxes to other rooms, hook up electronics, and hang things. I think mom used the move as an excuse to get me to visit. When my step-dad retired they moved upstate. Now they're closer again, so it'll be easier."
"Are you an only child?"
"I am. Mom and I left Romania when I was eight then moved to New York when I was twelve." I didn't know if she knew my history or not. It was very vain to think she'd googled and read interviews. I wasn't sure if she was a fan. I liked how my job wasn't part of the conversation. That couldn’t last, but it was nice for now. "What about you?"
“I have an identical twin. Amelia.”
I don't think she was done talking, but I burst in. “That's so cool. Emiliana and Amelia. Did you switch around to fuck with teachers and boyfriends?”
An evil grin crossed her face. “All the time. Our parents mostly. They could never tell us apart. They tell this story about how my dad was so sleep deprived that he forgot to put on our color coded booties and they're not one hundred percent sure which one we really are.”
“Oh fuck! Priceless.”
“Once we hit our junior year Amy cut her hair and started dying it red. If we wanted to pull anything off we had to pull our hair up and shove on a hat. She's got a daughter now and since we're identical twins Katie is genetically my daughter too.”
My mouth dropped open, "I'd never thought of that." I raised my eyebrows, "Never been out with a mom before."
"First time for everything."
We laughed and conversation was easy the rest of the short drive. She pointed out the river walk and restaurant as we drove across the bridge. I was thinking an after dinner stroll was a good idea.
It was early enough that getting a table by the water wasn't a problem. Either the time or the hostess recognized me. She sat us in the corner of the deck with water on both sides. It was a beautiful view. My date and the scenery. Date was better. Before the hostess left she looked at me, "I'll send your server right over, Mr. Stan."
I guess that answers that.
There was a drink menu on the table. I picked it up and looked at Emma, "Do you drink?" She nodded and I handed her the menu. "A beer on the water sounds good."
The server showed up, took our drink orders, and by the time she brought our beers we were ready to order. There was a lull in conversation between discussing the menu and whatever was going to come next. We both took a drink to fill the space. I pulled at the label on my bottle nervously. "What do you for a living?" I knew I was opening the door for the same question, but it was the next logical topic.
"I teach first grade."
I never had a teacher who looked like her. "Why first?" I liked finding out why people made the choices they did.
"I like teaching the little people to read. Kindergartners are too squirrelly. There's a lot of time just teaching them how to be in school. Lots of crying in Kindergarten. Fifth graders are starting to be smart asses."
I nearly spit my beer across the table.
She laughed and handed me a napkin from the dispenser on the table, "They are! The hormones are starting to kick in. No thank you. Third and fourth are assessment years and it's all about getting them ready. Second is this weird hybrid where you're reteaching what they missed in first and getting their basic skills ready for third." She took a drink and continued. "First graders are perfect. They get so excited when they can put sounds together to make words and then read the words in a book. Or when they figure out three plus two is the same as counting three stars and two stars, figuring out the algorithm. I love teaching them to subitize. That’s knowing how many things there are without counting them. We play songs and games. Their little faces light up and they're so proud of themselves. The ones who struggle. It's hard to figure out how to help them and keep their confidence up. They break my heart." She put her hand over hers.
Her love of what she did was obvious. I couldn't remember talking to a teacher after I left school. My teachers just tortured me with homework, papers, projects, and group work. I shook my head, "Until right this second I had never thought of a teacher being excited about their students learning."
"You either had shitty teachers or hated school."
"Both." I looked up, searching my memory. "Leaving Romania was good, but I didn't speak anything but Romanian. I was a good student, but when we moved to Vienna I had to start over. I couldn't communicate. I couldn't read. It was hard. Mom threw a fit because my teachers used the language issue to not push me. She wasn’t having it. Then we moved here and it was starting over again. I was in that awkward stage, had at least three chins, didn't have any friends, and could barely speak English."
She cringed, "I don’t like your teachers. You have to work harder. There's always kids with stories. Whether they’re new, or a parent has died, or they don't speak English, or they've been abused, or they’re just different. You have to work harder to find a way to connect with them and be different for them. You have to have the relationship to help them learn. I'm not going to lie, sometimes you don't like a kid, but that's the job. You're the adult. Figure out how to make it work."
"Yeah, I didn't have teachers like you. It got better. Puberty helped and so did partying." I smirked around my beer bottle as I drank. "My teachers didn't look like you either. Would have paid more attention if they had. Well, maybe not paid attention, but enjoyed class more."
Her shoulders raised a little and one side of her mouth curled up, "Want me to teach you to read or something, Seb?"
"Now there's a loaded question." She’s still figuring out what to call me. Fuck. I might be sad when she figures it out and sticks to one name.
Luckily or unluckily our appetizers arrived. The flirting was fun, but we’re early into dinner. Lots of time for flirting. Good to mix it up.
We'd ordered a sampler. I picked up one of the fried pickles, "There's a place in Atlanta where these are called frickle pickles."
"I grew up in Alpharetta."
"Did you? I've spent a lot of time in Atlanta." I kept going without even thinking. "The Marvel movies filmed there and most of Falcon and the Winter Soldier will be filmed there." I stopped with a pickle about to my mouth. "Umm."
"There's the elephant in the room." Emma popped a french fry covered in cheese and bacon in her mouth.
I chewed my pickle slowly to buy a little time. What for I don't know. It's awkward. I wiped off my hands and finished my beer. "I was enjoying ignoring the elephant." I leaned forward onto the table. "I liked just being a guy on a date."
"You still are." The look on her face was showed she was amused.
I liked that she wasn’t taking the topic seriously. I'm pissed I brought it up. We were doing fine getting to know each other without the complications of what I do. No one explains that part to you in acting school. You just learn about the craft, business, and what not to do an audition. They don't teach you about someone posting a picture of you laying shirtless in the park. You're doing what everyone else is doing, but if you were anyone else no one would care about you laying in the park getting some sun. This is why actors, and models, and sports stars date other actors, and models, and sports stars. All of those things which become a normal part of your life are normal for them too. It's not normal to other people. And until I mentioned filming in Atlanta I was having a damn fine time being a guy helping his parents move.
I want to fucking scream.
I drummed my fingers beside the plate. "I liked being the homeless guy you met in the baking aisle."
She frowned and put her hand over mine, "I didn't think you were homeless. There's a rehab facility up the road. I thought you were an addict stopping for chocolate before checking in. To help with the withdrawal."
I threw my head back and laughed hard. "Even better!" I turned my hand over, holding her fingers, and rubbing my thumb over her soft skin. "Can I go back to being that guy?"
“You're still the sweet guy running errands for his mom. The one I waited for at the check out. Before I knew his name or recognized him."
My eyes were wide and I was doing that thing I do where I'm licking my lips and playing with my tongue. That can mean lots of things. Right now is intrigued with a side of slightly nervous.
"It's going to be hard to get to know you if you don't tell me about your friends and what you do with your downtime."
She had a good point. I wasn't sure what my plan had been. Her talking about herself all night wasn't going to work. "I can do that. Talk about my friends."
Things have gotten more complicated. Not for the reason I expected. We've pretty much worked around the how do I be an ordinary man with a not so ordinary job problem. Now the problem is I'm holding her hand. It's soft and warm and I don't want to let go. I want to stay touching her. I can not figure out how we're going to eat.
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12 Days of Shobbs: Day 6- Eggnog
Summary: This is a serious of prompts following the relationship between Luke Hobbs and Deckard Shaw through the twelve days of Christmas.
Day 5 Day 7
On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me…
Sitting in a diner, Deckard couldn’t really believe that is was real. He mostly took missions outside of the United States, preferring to stay in the United Kingdom or Europe, and only traveling to Asia when required, or when he was feeling adventurous. But, he rarely come across the water to the States. So, sitting in a classic American diner was a bit strange to him. Honestly, he thought they only existed in older American movies. And much to his surprise, Luke had requested to meet at one.
Deckard had been waiting at least fifteen minutes for the other man, casually sipping at an ice tea, not trusting the establishment to make a decent cup of tea. All around him, the diner was covered in Christmas decorations, almost turning the place into a Christmas wonderland.
Bloody Americans, and not knowing how to brew a good cuppa, Deckard thought to himself.
Hearing the chime of the door’s bell, Deckard looked up, just like every other time it chimed for the last few minutes. Luckily, this time, Luke had actually arrived. Deckard gave a short wave to him and tracked his movement through the restaurant as he stopped to greet several of the servers. Finally, he arrived at the booth Deckard had chosen, and slid into the seat opposite Deckard.
“About time, Hercules,” Deckard said dryly and sent the man a small glare.
“Sorry, lost track of time at the gym,” Luke shrugged nonchalantly. “So, what’d you want?”
“I need help on a mission,” Deckard said shortly.
“Why me? Don’t you have other assassin buddies you could ask?” Luke asked, leaning back in the plush seat and crossed his arms, an eyebrow raised skeptically.
“Most of ‘em are busy.”
“What about your brother or sister?”
“Hatts convinced Oh to help her on a mission from MI-6.”
“So, what? I’m your last resort or something?”
“Not exactly,” Deckard said slowly.
“All right. Humor me,” Luke smirked. “Who’s your last resort?”
“An assassin ‘buddy’ that I have who wears a clown nose when killin’ people,” Deckard admitted.
He watched Luke’s face carefully as it stayed stoically impassive, the afternoon sun glinting off the sharp features of his face. After a moment, his nose crumpled as he gave an amused snort. He smiled wide at Deckard, his naturally cheery expression finally overcoming the professional persona he had given Deckard moments before.
“Are you saying you trust my skills over an insane assassin?”
“Not really,” Deckard smirked back. “But at least you know how to dress yourself properly.”
“And we can’t be having you go do missions with people who don’t wear turtlenecks daily, now can we?” Luke laughed. “I’m not saying I’m in, but tell me about the mission.”
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After a meal at the diner, a short flight to the mountains of Colorado, and three hours of a stake out on a military base suspected of going rogue, Deckard was regretting asking Luke Hobbs to help him on the mission. The man was talkative and seemed to be able to pull Deckard into any inane subject he could think of. And then there was the touching.
Deckard had to admit, he had never thought Luke would be a casual touchy-feely type of guy. Somehow, even though they were sitting stationary in a car, Luke found some way to touch him. Either brushing his hand, laying a hand on his shoulder, or even nudging him fully with his body. And every single time Luke would retreat, the cold of the mountains seemed even colder to Deckard when the other man’s heat disappeared.
And the worst part was that Deckard didn’t know how much longer the stake out would take. They had only been there a short time, hidden in the trees, sitting in a black SUV, waiting for something to happen.
“Tell me again why I’m sitting out in the middle of nowhere, freezing my balls off,” Luke complained.
“Didn’t know you could feel cold in something you don’t have,” Deckard remarked, throwing a smirk Luke’s way.
“Very funny, princess. But we both know I have more balls than anyone you could ever think of,” Luke snipped back.
“That doesn’t even make sense, you-” Deckard started.
“Wait,” Luke said quietly as he looked through the darkness at the base. “What was that?”
Deckard brought his night vision binoculars up and saw a group of soldiers drunkenly pushing and shoving each other as they made their way into the base. One looked so inebriated, two of his friends were holding him up, basically dragging him.
“That who you Yanks trust with large amounts of weaponry?” Deckard asked, passing the binoculars over to Luke. He took them, and after watching the group, he let out a curse. He threw the binoculars back at Deckard, who easily caught them.
“Those idiots are going to do something stupid, I just know it,” Luke announced. Hastily, he threw open the door and stepped out in the cold air.
“Hobbs!” Deckard hissed out like an angry cat. “What the bloody hell are you doing?”
“I’m just going to take a look around. Make sure those idiots don’t go pushing any big, red buttons,” Luke told him, leaning his head back into the car. “Just keep the car running-- I won’t be long.”
“You better not be,” Deckard mumbled to himself as Luke closed the door. Silence took Luke’s place as Deckard nervously kept the com link open, just in case.
Why am I nervous? He asked himself. He and Luke had done dozens of missions together, and Deckard had never once thought Luke couldn’t handle himself. But, something about the group of drunken soldiers made the hairs on the back of Deckard’s neck stand on end. He just knew something was going to go wrong.
Suddenly, Deckard’s earpiece came alive with static.
“Well, it seems like someone is enjoying their Christmas cheer too much,” Luke’s whispering voice came through.
“What?”
“There has to be at least five empty bottles of eggnog out here,” Luke explained.
“Where’s ‘here’?”
“I’m in the guards’ security room.”
“Shit.”
“Yep. I can see why the senator that hired you thought this base was out of control,” Luke commented.
“That should be enough evidence for the senator then. They just wanted proof of negligence,” Deckard responded. “Time to get out of there.”
“Don’t go getting your panties in a twist, princess. I’m comin’,” Luke huffed. They were both silent as Deckard assumed Luke was carefully making his way out of the base. Until, “Shit!”
“What? What’s going on?” Deckard demanded over the com. But the only response he heard was distant shouting and a gunshot through the earpiece. “Hobbs!”
“Just a bunch of drunk idiots with guns!” Luke’s breathing sounded slightly labored, no doubt from running from said idiots. “Hey, Deckard?”
“Yes?” Deckard didn’t like the tone in Luke’s voice.
“You know how I said I didn’t want them pushing big, red buttons?”
“Yes,” Deckard answered and felt a knot forming in his stomach.
“Well, they’re pushing one.”
“Hobbs! Get out of there!” Deckard shouted and felt a bolt of panic and fear go through his heart.
“What the hell do you think I’m going? Having a tea party!?” Luke yelled back. “I’m almost back to the car.”
And just like that, the passenger door flew open, and Luke tumbled into the seat. Before he could even close the door again, Deckard threw the SUV into drive and was going.
“What the hell is coming after us, Hobbs?” Deckard hissed out, as he took a sharp turn and could see snow spraying behind them.
“Nothin’ much. Just six missiles,” Luke panted. His eyes were large as he watched Decakrd take every corner at a breakneck speed, forcing the car to stay on two wheels for much longer than should have been possible.
“Six missiles?!” Deckard yelped. “How do you manage to piss people off this much?”
“I didn’t do anything! If you want to go blaming someone, blame all their fucking eggnog!”
“Oh no! I’m blaming you, you bastard!” Deckard screamed back.
They were about half way down the mountain when they heard the first explosion. From the sound of it, it had gone off at the top of the mountain. But after a few seconds, another explosion followed it, closer to them.
Stepping on the pedal, Deckard urged the SUV to go faster as he heard two more explosions, and saw the last one in the rear view mirror.
“We’re not going to make it!” Luke gasped out, clutching the dashboard.
“Like hell we’re not,” Deckard growled and threw the car into a different gear. They just made it out of the blast zone of the next missile, but the debris from it went through the SUV’s back window, smashing it to pieces. Keeping his eyes on the road, Deckard whispered to himself, “Only one more.”
They were almost at the bottom of the mountain now, but to Luke and Deckard, it still felt like miles away. Deckard knew the next missile was coming down on them, and knew that unless he did something, they would be blown to smithereens. Ahead of them, the road took another sharp turn, but there was no time for Deckard to take it.
“Hold on!” He shouted to Luke.
He pressed the pedal down as much as he could as he drove them straight through the guard rail and off the mountain. The last missile went down just as the car went flying, the blast pushing the car further into the air.
It felt like a lifetime before the SUV came crashing down, luckily in a clearing of trees and not on top of them.
Letting out the breath he had been holding, Deckard felt his heart beating a mile a minute and could barely hear himself think over the rushing of blood in his ears.
“You crazy bastard,” Luke breathed out next to him.
Turning his head, Deckard could see Luke still stiffly holding onto the dashboard with one hand. But, looking down, and just realizing it, Deckard saw that Luke was clutching his hand, that was still gripping the steering wheel. Looking at the hand, Deckard felt the heat of the other man seeping into him, under his skin, and almost travel to his heart.
Smiling, Deckard let go of the steering wheel and grabbed Luke’s hand back. Luke finally stopped staring ahead, and looked down at their hands instead. They looked at each other for a few moments, before Luke smiled back and squeezed Deckard’s hand.
… Six missiles incoming
Five Grenades!
Four stab wounds
Three fast cars
Two loaded guns
And a punch to the face!
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( alex wolff, male ) did you hear how LUKAS TOZER is applying to columbia university as a FILM & MEDIA STUDIES major ?! the 19 year old is living in the WALLACH HALL. i heard that they got in because they are + PASSIONATE and +THOUGHTFUL, but honestly i think HE can be -ASSUMING and -CYNICAL. they’re a real MAVERICK. oh well, only time will tell if the SOPHOMORE will make it til the end.
about the mun !!
hi hello my name is sam (she/her), im 22, and im a big fat mess at all times :) um but a lil more about me is that i’m australian and a recently graduated film student lmao. i’ve been rping for like ten years now i think idk but i am a NERVOUS BITCH !!!!!!! and it sometimes takes me forever to reply to things (ic and ooc) bc of that so pls be patient with me lmao. anyway, happy 2 be here !! if u like this post i’m gonna assume u wanna plot with me and my idiot and hit u up !!! lets mcfreakin lose it !!!!
about lukas !!
full name: lukas joshua tozer
nickname(s): luk-ass idk whatever u can come up with lmao
age: nineteen
gender: cis male
pronouns: he/him
hometown: jackson, new jersey
date of birth: nov 4th
occupation: student ( film and media studies, sophomore ), cook/server at a nearby 24hr pizza joint
relationship status: single
drink / smoke / drugs: yes / yes / yes
faceclaim: alex wolff
positive traits: passionate, thoughtful, creative, ambitious, untethered, humorous
negative traits: assuming, cynical, insensitive, rebellious, resentful, irresponsible
if he was in a hogwarts house: slytherin
now some more dot points that are just me talking about lukas !!
was born in fort lauderdale florida but there is a vERY low chance he will ever admit that, he’ll just say he’s from new jersey. as far as he’s concerned, he’s always been from new jersey even if his family did move there after he turned twelve
speaking of things lukas probably wont ever tell u but i’m including them anyway: his family is kind of messy. not majorly but like a little bit more than average. he had two brothers, now he only has one. i’m not gonna include a whole lot of nitty gritty here i’ll save it for when i write the real bio and can actually do it justice but its the reason they moved from florida and it has had a pretty major effect on lukas over time obviously
he’s the baby of the family and he’s pretty much always been treated like one. it has left him pretty immature and irresponsible. still learning that his actions have consequences and that he cant just be a total dick all the time. he’s improved in those areas a fair bit since he started at columbia a year ago but he still has a long way to go
he didn’t ever really expect to go to columbia, he’s from a middle class family and his dad didn’t even go to college. he applied for columbia just as a might as well give it a go thing. like maybe it will happen. they had a film course and although the course itself isn’t really great, the connections to the industry available at columbia were valuable enough for him to try. he was wait listed up until basically the last minute, preparing to go to a college in boston instead but when he was accepted he knew he had to go. for himself, for his family, and for his lost brother.
obviously irresponsible attitude has led to some Bad Decision Making including but not limited to partying and drugs. he doesn’t prioritise that lifestyle over his school work (bc he knows how lucky he is to be at columbia at all) but he is a big believer that you need to experience things to be a great artist and he plans on being the greatest artist so bad decision town here we come !!!!
he has a pet goldfish named michael bublé pls dont nark
for more info on him click here to check his about page, no bio there yet but hopefully soon
wanted connections babey !!
course friends/rivals/anything: i am writing these before acceptances happen so i have no good god damn idea if any other characters are film majors but hit me the hell up if they are bc i would love to plot some stuff out
old roommate(s) : lukas was probably an entertaining roommate but probably verged on annoying pretty easily. he’s messy, gross, probably didn’t respect the do ur fucking dishes rule in first year ( probs still doesnt tbh ). but he also has a password to every streaming account plus a phat hard drive full of movies and shows that he is absolutely willing to share with u so just depends what ur into i guess. maybe this connection led to friendship or maybe they hate each other now. im down for either/both
dealer: hi welcome back to bad decision town. lukas isn’t into any hard stuff but is a big weed smoker (to my understanding medicinal cannabis is allowed but lukas def doesn’t have a prescription), then after that it’s kind of just experimenting. will chat more details if u wanna take this connection
booze leachers: so yes lukas is 19 but he has four, thats right, four fake ids. he is not willing to give u his contact for fake ids but he is willing to buy u booze if u pay him. dont hate the player hate the game
gang gang: pretty much just a close group of friends. i imagine all pretty relaxed, all pretty chill. idk what to say here except i want people to care about him and let him put on dumb movies and watch them with him and probably have dumb matching stick and poke tattoos and hog a communal tv to play mario kart but lets talk about it
fast food workers deserve respect too: as mentioned, lukas works at a 24hr pizza joint near campus which means he’s seen some shit. one of the things he’s seen multiple times is drunk student trashing the place. whether it be vomit, forgetting how to hold a cup, or bet try at a food fight lukas has seen it and he’s cleaned it up too. this connection could be that maybe he helped someone out and cleaned them up and got them back to campus when their friends ditched and now they look out for lukas too and its a positive connection. or maybe lukas hates their guts and spits on their food whenever they show up ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ who’s to say
hot girl bummer by blackbear: now listen here’s an angsty connection i want, and i def want to plot it out way more with whoever takes it on but basic outline of what i have in mind: they’ve kind of sort of been dating for a while but they’re just falling out of whatever they had to begin with. they were never official, they probs def fucked around with other people while they were ““““together”””””, lots of oh sorry ur taking it so seriously i thought we were just chilling bullshit. all of this girls friends probs hate lukas and he definitely hates them back. were probably once really good friends and had a really good time together but they’ve lost it. will they find it again or will it fizzle out? lets find out together xoxo
new girl(s) : i hate the connection title too but i couldnt think of anything better. we’re in bad decision town and now we’re going to thot street babey. since things have been falling apart with hot girl bummer and even before that lukas a little bit of a thottie. this doesnt mean he’s good at it, please also feel free for a part of this to be that they rejected lukas and he got butt hurt about it idk lukas being attracted to them is basically this whole idea and i would wanna plot the rest of it more depending on specific characters wooo
lukas is a bad influence: if u have gotten this far u may have noticed that lukas is not a very good influence at all. this is someone probs his age or younger that wants to loosen up and have a good time and lukas completely encourages that. bonus points if this connection is a combo with the above connection bc lukas is a gross boi and would be like wow listening to my bad ideas thats so sexy and cool of u ya know. but also doesnt have to be that ! could just be lukas thinks its funny and thinks that someone listening to him is just like good content that could get him on barstool
lukas is badly influenced: this is basic as hell but someone that tells him to leave his impluse control at the door and encourages him to be trash. probs older than him and i def see this as more of a masc connection than a fem but like all my plot ideas: lets talk about it. this one probs v much depends on ur character so gonna leave this one nice and short
lukas is good-ly (??????) influenced: also basic as hell and p much just the opposite of above. someone who is a good influence on lukas. encourages creativity and ambition instead of straight up recklessness. again, i see it as an older character but no gender seen here. a lot of this would be based around ur character so lets chat
michael bublé’s co parents: lukas has a goldfish named michael bublé (or just michael), i picture him having got it while high as heck during the day and just being like This Is A Good Idea. maybe ur character was with him and they were co parents from the start or maybbe they came into the picture later ??? i’m honestly down for whichever just give michael the love he deserves pls
and probably just about anything else these are just some ideas, i totally wanna plot further and brainstorm so please still hmu if none of these fit ur character we’ll plot something up !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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general information : formerly faunahymn. so , if anything seems familiar , that’s why. gaea lysimachia is an original character and while she had originally been made for the ffvx verse , i decided to make her more general because i had certain people only that i wrote with in that verse. that and i have so many other verses , it was good for me to just make her indie and fandomless.
i. activity. i stress myself out a lot over getting things out on time and again, here i am, attempting to get my act together when it comes to activity. this blog is going to be queue - based and what that means for me is that most replies and asks will be thrown into my queue. update: because of how busy i am, i have decided that even things for my mains and my exclusives will be thrown into my queue. i haven’t decided how i am going to set up my cue but i am leaning toward posts at eight hour intervals: two text posts and one photo.
ii. discord. i primarily use discord to scream about things ( can also be read as plot ) and to share things with my writing partners. i write on there as well and have a number of discord - only muses. will i make a writing server? one day. for the moment, though, i prefer conversations to take place there rather than in tumblr ims. i will ask you for yours probably as soon as possible and will not be offended if you do the same.
iii. formatting. i will try to format to match the reply of my partner. starters and asks will be written in the small size with spacing. update: there is a possibility that i will be redoing my icons or at least making icons in different shapes, such as long and vertical. we will simply have to see.
iv. shipping. when i think of shipping, the first thing that comes to mind are romantic ships, though i totally understand it can cover other relationships as well. the fact is, gaea is in love with love. she falls easily and her loyalty has definitely gotten her in trouble. i will never force ship. i encourage people to send in romantic memes to test the waters. i’ve gotten to a point where i think we should all be free to admit what we want with no shame. if you ship it, come to me. or send in a meme. all relationships are important here, though. so all ideas are welcome.
v. content. you can definitely expect to find mature themes here. and probably triggering content consider i don’t have any triggers and i do love dark themes. triggers are formatted in tags as : ‘tw: ________‘ , ‘tw ________‘ and ‘ _______ tw.‘ i look at everyone’s rules before i contact them and look for triggers and do my best to keep everyone’s in mind. i may make a list of them as well. but if i end up missing something or forgetting something , please slap me across the face and let me know. i want everyone to be comfortable on their blogs. mature themes will also include smut , which i for the most part will not place beneath read mores.
update, june 9th: this blog contains mentions of and the discussion of forced prostitution, dub and noncon, domestic abuse, fucked up family dynamics ( not incest ), unsafe and unhealthy bdsm practices and depression / low self - esteem. again, my trigger warning formatting is above for you to blacklist what you need to.
vi. godmodding. partners that i feel comfortable with and who i feel know gaea are allowed to do whatever they want with gaea ( basically mains and ships ) and don’t need to ask. there’s a difference between godmodding and moving things along and sometimes it’s hard to know where you are. you can always ask if you have an idea in mind and want to make sure it’s okay. chances are likely you will also be told to do you , boo boo.
vii. memes. i have a problem. between my two archives, i have at least two hundred. i may bring some of them over here. you are always free to send any in. i’ll be honest with you if i can’t come up with anything. but i love doing starters based on memes and will never be upset when i get one ( unless it’s angst and that’s just because i’m a sensitive soul ). if you reblog a meme from me , please at least send on in. i’m very serious about this. if you don’t want to, at least reblog from the source. update: the game hasn’t changed; i still might bring some of those asks over. however, i’ve noticed the new trend to make asks into new posts and i am here for it.
vii. drama. new rule. i try very hard to keep my blog a safe space for myself and for others. i don’t reblog call - outs and i don’t get in the middle of things. i do, unfortunately, have my own little issues. nova ( @mysericordia ) and i used to write together but are no longer on speaking terms. once upon a time she said that gaea and her oc temp were too similar. she is now using bey as a face claim and i just want to be clear: i am not her. she is not me. i would never ask any of you to stop writing with her but just know there’s some tension there. i don’t have a monopoly on bey but to decide to change a face claim after years... to mine... there’s tension.
viii. mun. my name is djaq! twenty - five year old african american cis female, going by the pronouns she and her. i have a job working in a warehouse which means that between about 9:30am - 8:00pm it’s radio silence, unless i’m on my lunch break. i started writing when i was twelve on myspace and i’ve been doing it on different platforms since. i don’t have a big preference when it comes to genres, which is why i have so many verses. i look forward to talking to you! <3
credits, update june 9:
base icons are from whimsies and evaccue on insanejournal ( kerry washington ), hilohello on insanejournal ( yara shahidi ), and allscalliepsds here on tumblr ( yara shahidi ).
psd is mango from darkpsds and icon order is from silentxwillxfall. the incredible hollow ( @voitel /@crimsoninfinity ) made me icons and those are what i will be using from friday, may 31st on!
my love myf ( @masterstrange ) gave me a psd to use for steve but i’ll be using it in some of my graphics and icons from now on as well. thanks so much, beeb!
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Sweet Demons, Part 5 - Zeitgeist/Axel Cluney
Title: Sweet Demons
Description: It's the weekend of Friday the Thirteenth, the biggest motorcycle rally and festival in the Western Hemisphere but nothing is more enticingly chaotic to her than the mysterious new member of the famous Motor City Sweet Demons.
Warning: 18+ Mentions of drugs/alcohol/violence, eventual smut/various kinks
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We sat on the pier drinking cheap beer from cans. The sun had gone down an hour ago but we stayed right where we were, gazing out over the shimmering lake. The smell of water and algae was strong but I would lean my head on Axel's shoulder and his scent would make me forget everything else.
The majority of the day we had spent riding around on his bike and even ventured past the farmland and went into the next town just because we could. There was a little pub advertising half-price appetizers and pitchers of sangria so we went in and got ourselves a little booth at the back where nobody besides the server would bother us. Axel had on the tattered rag of a shirt that I had washed for him earlier that day so anybody at any time could see his white ribs and contentious tattoos and though we drew some stares, I kind of enjoyed the attention.
The heavy feeling in my chest grew as the hours passed by because I knew he was going to be leaving in the morning. I tried not to let it get to me but I couldn't distract myself long enough to put it completely from my mind. He noticed it too, somehow. He knew that I didn't want him to go even if I said nothing to allude to it.
He grasped my bare thigh just below the leg of my shorts and shook me from a reverie after we had received our pitcher of blood orange sangria.
"Why are you suddenly so quiet, huh?" He asked, poking me in the rib.
I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know. Just thinking, I guess."
He poured me and himself a glass, slid mine over and then took a sip of his own, the sweet wine clinging to the stubble over his top lip until he licked it off. "'Bout what?"
"About stupid shit."
"Like?"
With a huff, I downed half my glass in one go, set it on the dark wood table and turned to face him directly. "I don't know, I'm thinking about you and it's stupid. I don't like it."
Laughingly, he replied, "what do you mean? What are you thinking of?"
"Kinda just about how like... I don't want you to go."
"Ah," he observed. "I knew that's what you were going to say."
"No, you didn't!"
"Yes, I did."
"Whatever," I sighed.
"I'm sorry I have to go. Well I mean, I'm not sorry but I'm sorry that you feel that way. You should be thankful that I'll be leaving tomorrow. You guys get your house back and you won't have to deal with any more greasy bikers for a little while."
It was true that I had been bitching all weekend about all of the company we had had but the more time I spent with Axel the more I wanted to figure him out. Our time together was running out and as much as I hated it, I was starting to feel a sense of attachment to him. Everything from his slicked-back brown hair to his ridiculous shirts, the rings on his fingers and the way his green eyes shot through me made me long for more of him.
"Yeah, I guess so," I said, dismissing the topic.
The more we drank the more we started talking and once our food came out we were already deep in conversation, so much so that we didn't give the server much acknowledgment. Axel asked me questions about what it was like to grow up with Big Al as a father and I asked him about his own origin story. He was vague with his details but had no qualms with telling me that he had literally been on the road since he was of legal age to drive. He had no home and the nights he didn't spend on people's couches he would spend on his bike, ripping up and down the entire country, riding from place to place with no real end goal in mind.
"Why don't you like riding?" He asked me through a mouthful of food.
"I don't know. Just not my thing," I said.
"Bullshit," he called out. "I don't believe that for a second! I see how excited you get when you ride with me. You fucking love it. So what's your beef with being on a bike?"
The alcohol making its way into my bloodstream activated and all of a sudden I felt cocksure enough to really let loose and give him the gory details of my life. I think I secretly hoped that if I opened up to him he would do the same to me so I took in a deep breath and prepared myself to tell him a story that only a handful of people knew about.
"The honest truth is... I don't ride because of my mom."
"Oh?"
"Yeah... One year when I was about twelve and we had everybody over for a Thirteenth party. Everybody. It was always the tradition. Always has been. Anyway, I don't really know the actual specifics but basically... My mom was a rider too and I guess she met someone that weekend and they just fuckin' took off together and she never ever came back. She left me and my dad without saying a word. We thought something bad had happened to her. Filed a missing person and everything."
Axel had stopped chewing and sat there looking at me with his big green eyes completely locked on me. "Well, shit."
"Yeah. So I don't know, I guess I just built up this hatred inside of me. Mostly because I watched it totally destroy my dad inside and out. He blamed himself for her taking off and the more time went by the worse it got for him. I don't know if you noticed but... He's not in the greatest health and I really do think its because his heart broke. It made me hate everything to watch him turn from this bright, excited guy to this fucking... This husk of a man. I swore I would never have anything to do with bikers after that."
"Yet, here you are."
"Well, you never fucking know what's going to happen. One day we were a happy family and the next I'm consoling my dad; the biggest, scariest motherfucker there is."
"Shit... So did you ever find out where she went?"
I chugged back the rest of my drink before answering, "No. Not really. My dad had some guys out on the road trying to find her but the bitch didn't want to be found."
"That's rough. I'm sorry that happened to you guys."
"It's okay. I'm over it, clearly."
"Are you though?"
"I think so. I don't think about her much. I know my dad does but I sure as hell don't. Fuck her."
Axel opened his mouth to say something but instead caught himself, reached for the pitcher and poured the rest of what was left into my glass. I thanked him and started sipping away immediately, turning hot in the cheeks after realizing I had just spilled a truckload of personal information on him.
"What about you? What's your swan song?" I asked, eager to shift the attention off of me.
He let out a puff of air, leaned back against the cushions and stretched out his arms so they practically wrapped around the entire booth. "Nothing really. I've just been riding the world, looking for answers."
"Answers to what?"
"That I don't know."
"Hmph," I said, raising my eyebrows and peering into the glass of crimson liquid. "Really that's all? You don't have any shitty backstory to tell me?"
"Nope. I'm just some low-life trying to figure out my own shit."
"Well? What exactly is your shit?"
It was at that moment Axel flagged the server over. She approached with a gleaming smile and asked us if we wanted anything else to which he replied no, nothing but the bill. He smiled at me and brought his arm down to wrap around my shoulders. Squeezing me, he pressed a quick kiss to my temple.
"Come on, kid. Drink up. We have to ride back."
When we got back into town we decided to pick up some beer before the store closed and took it to the pier to continue the night. Once the breeze grew cold and the cops started roaming the beach on their quads we packed up, drained whatever beer we had left and chucked the cans back into the plastic bag we had brought them in. Axel's steps were much longer than mine and when he looked back at me he held out his hand for me to grab onto. It took a skip for me to catch up with him but once I slid my hand over his he locked our fingers together as though that were just a casual thing to do. Thankful that it was dark, I blushed profusely and tried not to let him catch me smiling.
I nuzzled my face into his back as I wrapped my arms around his waist once I was on the back of his bike. He grasped the handles, turned the front wheel straight and we kicked off quickly. The ride back to my house was only two minutes but I wished it was longer. From behind him, he couldn't hear me sigh.
The garage door was open and light poured out as we pulled up onto the driveway. My dad, Braun and Max were all standing inside it, beers in hand, chatting about whatever until they noticed the acid-green bike pull up. Axel parked at the end of the line right beside Janet's pitch black Harley. He got off first and offered me his hand to help me climb off. Allowing me to walk in front of him, he gently tapped me on the ass with his palm as we ascended the shallow slope of the driveway and jogged away before I had a chance to react.
"There's the kids!" Max yelled at us.
As I approached, I saw nothing but smiles and one dour sneer belonging to Braun. I could feel the awkwardness unlike anybody else, especially once we stopped in front of them, Axel seemingly brushing off the tension since he kept his hand on the small of my back. Braun's eyes landed on me and he shook his head when he noticed how close Axel and I stood beside each other.
"Axe, you better not be plottin' to take my kid with you," dad warned.
He looked at me with a warm smile and scrunched up his nose, "Nah, she stinks. Plus she won't fit in my throw-over."
"Better start saying your goodbyes now. We leave at the crack of dawn," Max reminded him.
"Yeah, yeah." Axel affronted playfully, gesturing for Max to be done with his Presidential duties.
Braun tipped the beer bottle he had all the way up, sucked the rest of the liquid down to the foam and turned around quickly, throwing the bottle into a box of empties with noticeable force, shattering it loudly. My dad blinked his shock at Braun but he had already turned away and headed out the back door toward the backyard.
"I know one person who's going to be happy to see yous gone," Dad said with a shake of his head.
"That dude has it out for me," Axel laughed.
"Ah, don't mind him. He's had his heart set on Angel since they were kids. He'll move on eventually."
"Yeah, he better," I scoffed.
"Well Big Al, I hate to say it but I think it's time I turn in. Got a long road ahead of us tomorrow."
"No, no, no ya don't. Not yet, kid. We're going to the clubhouse for one more round," Dad claimed, clapping Max on the back with a leathery smack.
Nobody would argue much with my dad but before we headed off I held onto Axel's hand, keeping him tethered to me for just a moment as they made their way out of the back door of the garage. He spun around and smirked at me, getting really close and bringing his hands up to frame my face.
"What is it now, ya bug? What do you want from me?"
"Where are you sleeping tonight?" I asked him, uncaring whether I sounded clingy or not.
Axel stuck out his bottom lip and the way the light cast over his face drew my attention and made me want to kiss him even though I knew he didn't like it. There were so many things about him that I hated yet I couldn't keep myself from wanting him by me at every possible second. I knew I was breaking my own heart by indulging my lust for him but the way he leered at me with his eyes always burning gave me the impression that maybe, just maybe he was feeling the same.
He looked over his shoulder to make sure everyone had left the garage before tipping my chin up and leaning in close. "Honey... If you think I'm not spending my last night balls deep in that pussy then you don't know me at all. Now come on, let's go have a drink with your dad and then we'll go have a little farewell party of our own, sound good?"
We spent another hour up in the clubhouse bar making toasts and drinking more than we probably should have with every member of the Motor City Sweet Demons and company. By the time midnight rolled around, I was feeling a little bit more than tipsy. It had been a long time since I had felt the heady rush of being sloppy and I nearly lost my footing once I hopped off the bar stool I had been perched on, much to Axel's amusement.
"Hey! I don't need to have the talk with you kids, do I?" Dad asked as we readied ourselves to leave the clubhouse.
"Dad... Please don't."
"I'll have her home by midnight, sir!" Axel snickered.
"Ah, shut it. Careful on those stairs ya fuckin' drunks."
"Love you, Dad!" I called out to him.
Once we made it out of the clubhouse, through the yard, into the house, and up the stairs to my bedroom, Axel had his shirt off and was already working on getting mine off as well. I tried to pull him down with my hand on the back of his neck to kiss him but he pulled away. I frowned at him and tried my luck again but he was strong and if he didn't want to be moved he wouldn't be.
"Not this shit again," I complained.
"I've had a lot to drink," he said.
"So what?"
"So... I don't feel like kissing."
His dismissal was enough to set off the very sensitive alarm in my head and I pushed him away from me, scowling and angered with my shirt off and my shorts partially undone.
"Fine! Get away from me then."
"Come on! Let's just get into bed and cuddle a bit before I slide my cock into that warm little-"
"No! I don't want to sleep with you if you're not going to kiss me or... Or anything! What's your fucking problem?"
Axel rolled his eyes and tried to approach me again but I took a step away from him, bumping into my dresser as my recollection of space was veiled beneath intoxication. He giggled at me but it only served to make me angrier.
"I already told you what my problem is. You don't seem to get it."
"But, you've kissed me before."
"I wasn't nearly so drunk," Axel pointed out.
"What does it matter? Drunk or sober... You're like a rollercoaster. It's always up and down and shit."
"Yet... You still wanna ride me, don't you?"
I cracked the slightest smile and he laughed at me, grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me into him so he could wrap his arms around me. I sighed as we began to sway, dancing to music that wasn't on. He ran his hands up and down my bare back and then pulled away so he could run his hands over my breasts, bottom lip tucked between his teeth mischievously.
"Come on. I'm leaving tomorrow. Don't be mad at me."
"I hate you."
"I know. I hate me too."
Grasping the waist of his jeans, I popped open the button, pulled down the zipper and shoved the material down until I could see the hilt of his cock. He was already moaning by the time I pulled him out of his jeans completely and when I dropped to my knees I watched his mouth fall open. He pulled in air through his teeth as soon as my tongue made contact with the tip of his cock. I made a spectacle of teasing him and licking him gently until he was so hard that I didn't even have to hold his shaft in my grip.
"Fuck," he drawled when I took him in my mouth, running my flattened tongue along the underside of his entire length from head to balls.
"You like that, Daddy? Feels good having your cock in my mouth doesn't it?"
Axel chewed his bottom lip again and ran his thumb over my cheek in preparation for a light, encouraging slap. "You know I like that dirty mouth on my dick."
Humming around him, I took him deeper and watched with wide eyes at the way his expressions changed from his usual snarky grin to absolutely entranced by the way I was able to encase his entire length with my throat. His hips started to shift forward and once drool started to drip down from the corners of my mouth, he pulled away, bent down and lifted me up so he could toss me on the bed.
"Take off those shorts...Turn around," He commanded.
I did what I was told and once I was completely exposed to him he groaned and got up on the bed behind me. The head of his cock grazed my opening and I was already so slick with arousal that there was hardly any friction to stop him from gliding in and filling me up so perfectly that the both of us suspired from the feeling.
After a few short thrusts to establish a rhythm, Axel leaned over, worked his long fingers through my hair and pulled my head up so he could whisper in my ear, "you have no idea how much I'm going to miss this pussy."
What I wanted to say was somewhere along the lines of please don't leave me and take me with you but I knew I couldn't say either of those things to him so instead I started pushing my hips back, taking him in as deep as possible.
"Oh, yeah," he groaned. "fuck me. Bounce on my fucking cock."
He erupted with pleasured laughs and gentle hisses, slapping my ass, gripping my hips and guiding me back onto him. When I looked over my shoulder at him he melted, ran his hands up and down my back and made it known how much enjoyment he was getting out of fucking me. I never wanted the night to end. Not when he was looking at me like he had never had sex so good in his life. He treated it like a delicacy, making sure to reach beneath me to toy with my clit as he let out whimpers of pure ecstasy.
Axel had this terrible way of making me feel special and worthless at the same time. He had told me that he hadn't felt the need to sleep with anyone in months yet when I tried to kiss him he was standoffish and borderline rude about it. I couldn't tell if the man had feelings for me or not but I did know one thing and that was that when I watched him watching me, I could feel my heart get heavy in my chest.
Our goodbye fuck ended in the shower with my leg propped up on the faucet and his cock buried deep inside of me from behind. I could tell he was close but before he released he leaned in close to me, kissed my cheek and asked, "can I come inside you?"
"Yes, Daddy. Fill me up with your cum."
"Yeah?" He confirmed. "You want me to?"
I nodded eagerly and watched as his eyes rolled and he gave me a few more pumps. The water from the shower head sprayed down over us and I lifted my face to it as his hand came up around my neck to squeeze it lightly.
"Oh fuck baby... I'm gonna come. Nothing feels as good as your pussy does. Fuck yes. Oh, God."
"Do it, Daddy. Come inside me."
A shiver rolled through Axel's entire body and he bit down on my shoulder to stifle the moan tearing from his throat. I felt the way his cock throbbed inside of me, spilling everything he had to offer all at once. When he pulled out of me he turned me around and got on his knees, slinging my leg over his shoulder and bringing two fingers up to rub over my clit. His big eyes stared at me as he leaned in closer and gave me a gentle kiss, letting his tongue loll out to drag up my folds even though his cum was beginning to leak out of me.
"Stop... Axel, you don't have to."
"I want to make you come too. I can do it."
With my back against the cold tiles, I looked down at him with his face buried between my legs and thought that it could have been the most erotic thing I had ever witnessed in my life. I knew what it meant for him to use his tongue to lick me and his lips to suck on me and I tried my hardest not to take too long. He made it easy though with how he moaned against me, sending tremors through me with his voice. He inserted his middle finger inside of me too and as soon as he began working it in and out of me I knew I was done for.
"Come for me. Come on baby, right now. Come all the fuck over me," He whispered between slow licks and gentle, undulating sucking.
It was easy to let go with his voice telling me to do so and when I did I felt my whole body shudder and my knees get weak. Once I reached that beautiful moment of total physical bliss he stood up and made sure to keep circling my clit with his fingers until I couldn't take any more of his stimulation.
Axel grabbed my face and kissed me hard and when he pulled back I was in such a cloud of euphoria that I almost couldn't open my eyes.
"See, I knew you could kiss me," I said, voice shaky.
"I know. It's just... Fuck it. It doesn't matter now."
"Why?"
"It just doesn't matter."
We finished up in the shower, taking our time to wash each other and once in a while Axel would pause and kiss me slowly, relishing each time our tongues brushed. For somebody who didn't like kissing he sure did act like it was the best thing in the world because every time our lips touched he sighed or moaned or purred with delight. I didn't understand it but I didn't care because it felt so good to have him so close. His lips were so lush and the taste of him was so sweet. I couldn't believe the paradox that he was.
After drying off and putting our underwear back on, we climbed into bed and got close enough to taste each other's breath.
"I'm going to miss you," I whispered to him in the dark.
"Nah. You won't."
"Yes, I will."
"I know."
"Are you going to miss me?" I inquired.
"Definitely."
I couldn't be sure if it was really me or if it was the remnants of my intoxication but I could feel the heat of sadness building up behind my eyes like stormy rain clouds, threatening to spill tears. It was so silly and I felt like a prepubescent girl by the way my emotions were playing with me. I hadn't known Axel for more than a couple of days and the fact that he was leaving was striking me hard with dread.
It didn't take long before he was passed out and gently snoring. My thoughts were racing because I wanted to wake him up. I wanted to beg him to stay with me. I had never felt so strongly for anybody before and I hated myself because of it. Then I thought maybe for just one moment I could understand my mother's motives for just taking off all those years ago.
Shaking my head, I pushed that thought back into the little black box of tragic memories I kept stowed away in the forbidden closet of my mind. I was stupid for thinking it and I was stupider for falling for Axel. Alas, no matter how hard I berated myself for allowing a man like him to infiltrate my walls, I knew it wasn't all my fault. The uncouth, lewd, acid-green and oil-stained biker beside me in my bed had gouged himself a nice little spot in my heart by way of effortless charm and sugary words.
My emotions were flying and I couldn't get to sleep. There were so many thoughts floating around in my brain, nagging at me to stand up and do something. They told me not to let him leave. They cried at me to go with him. I knew it was craziness to even entertain the idea of doing so but an hour passed and I was still wide awake, fretting.
Slowly and as quietly as I possibly could, I slid out of bed, padded across the room and went downstairs to the kitchen. I took a glass from the cupboard and poured myself some water to drink and as I drained the cup, I looked through the cupboards to find something to snack on that would hopefully aid in sobering me up a little. There wasn't much there that I could readily eat but when I opened the cupboard containing all of the baking supplies like flour, baking soda, and sugar my mind really started to kick and scream.
~*~
The next morning was a surreal collection of the best and worst goodbyes. Each and every one of the Sweet Demons approached me and my dad to thank us profusely before setting off, starting with Max Sweet. The blond-haired, blue-eyed man came up to us and hugged us both at the same time, earning simultaneous grunts of sarcastic disgust.
"Al... Angel... Thanks a million. You guys are the greatest. Thanks for letting us rip up your property. I really do appreciate all the hospitality as usual."
"No problem kid. Pour one out for your father whenever you have the chance. He would be proud to see you like this."
"Thanks, Al," Max extended his arm for their farewell shake.
Bradley and Jimmy both went on and on about how grateful they were that we had allowed them to stay the weekend as though they had never spent a Thirteenth with us before. Dad told them both to shove it. They too clapped my dad on the back and kissed the back of my palm.
Braun came out from the garage just as Janet came to shake our hands. The rest of them had already packed their things into their leather saddlebags and were nearly ready to head off.
"It was nice seeing you guys," said Braun, giving a salute and receiving several in return.
The last person to say goodbye was Axel and I felt my chest practically cave in as he approached us, looking slightly sullen but still excited to get back on his bike for a long ride. He had on the leather vest with the word Zeitgeist embroidered onto it and I grimaced.
"Thanks a lot for having us, Al. It's been a slice," Axel said, shaking my dad's hand firmly.
"Looks like it's been a slice and a half for you," dad said, looking at me and then back at Axel who couldn't help the smile that cracked over his lips.
"It was great to meet you, sir. You are a true fucking legend on and off the road."
"You think I don't know that already? Now get outta here, kid. Next time you come back you better not be the recruit."
Axel laughed nervously, "I hope not."
Once they let go of each other's forearms my dad raised his hand to the rest of them. He then turned to Braun and grunted, "fuck, I need a beer already."
Then it came time for Axel to say goodbye to me and I wasn't sure how to start it without sounding too soft. All of their goodbyes had been so hearty and casual but once he drew near I could feel many pairs of eyes on us. He didn't seem to care though and tipped my face up to look straight at him. An eruption of hoots and hollers sounded from all of the Sweet Demons and Axel flipped them the finger without glancing back at them.
He whispered so nobody else could hear him but me. "I'm coming back for that pussy, okay? Every Thirteenth."
"No you won't," I said under my breath. "You're going to find somebody else."
"Believe me or not, I don't care."
"I don't."
"Good girl. Take good care of your dad for us."
"Okay."
"M'gonna miss you, Angel."
"I know," I simpered.
Axel took my hand and rose it to his lips. He gave me a kiss and winked before backing away, eyes glued to me before he turned on the balls of his green boots. I watched with my heart pounding hard in my chest as he walked down the driveway between the rows of bikes and swung one long leg over the seat of the Widow Maker after kicking up the stand.
A sinfonietta of roaring engines flared and I watched it all with terror and regret. The morning sun glinted off of chrome and helmets but something was amiss. Most of them were ready to be off but Axel was staring down at the ignition in confusion. He looked up and I could see the panic in his eyes from the end of the driveway.
"Hey!" He yelled over the bombastical growls of engines. "What the fuck! Max!"
Nobody on their bikes could hear Axel but when Max looked over to see why he hadn't started moving yet it became obvious that something was wrong. Max took off his sunglasses and nodded towards Axel inquisitively.
"My fucking engine! Fuck!" Axel yelled, tearing off his helmet and throwing it on the ground with a loud crack.
Max signaled to everybody else to cut their engines and once they did Axel's cries of anger could be heard down the block.
"What's going on?" Braun asked me and I simply shrugged.
"Somethings seriously fucking wrong here!" Axel yelled.
The lack of procession drew my dad back out of the garage, asking what the hold up was.
"Looks like somethings wrong with Axel's bike," Braun said to him.
"Woah! Hold on, what's the problem?" Dad asked as he went down the driveway as fast as his limp would allow him.
"Fuck!" Axel yelled, punching the fuel tank and kicking the green crash bar on the back.
"Hey! Hey! Don't fucking treat her that way man, relax!" Max admonished as he approached the scene.
Axel yelled and circled the bike, checking everything that he possibly could before trying the ignition again. The engine gave a weak, whiny cry and sputtered out. I felt the blood in my veins turn white hot as his anger level rose and he began looking around. When I thought his eyes landed on me I nearly choked on my own tongue but I soon realized he was looking past me.
"You!" Axel yelled, pointing his ringed finger.
I whipped around and saw Braun behind me going paper white, eyes bugging out of his head as Axel approached.
"You motherfucker! What the fuck did you do to my bike?"
"What? Nothing! I didn't touch your fucking bike!" Braun yelled but he had no time to explain himself before Axel was at his throat.
"You thrashed my fucking bike, didn't you! You gawky little piece of shit!" Axel screamed.
Braun tried to rip Axel's hand from his throat but only managed to claw at it until Axel pushed him back.
"Why the fuck would I touch your bike!?"
"Why!? Oh, I don't know, maybe because you've been a cocky little shit since the moment I got here, that's why!"
"Get fucked, buddy! I have no reason to sabotage your fucking bike. I want you the fuck out of here! Why the fuck would I touch it? Not my fault you rode in on a heaping pile of fucking garbage."
Braun instantly regretted what he said once Axel wound back and punched him in the face. He staggered and clutched at his cheek for only a moment before launching towards Axel, blood running down from a deep cut made my one of Axel's rings.
"Stop!" I yelled but by the time I could force the word from my mouth, Max was already trying to pull Axel away from Braun.
"Axe! Stop!" Max bellowed.
They were going at each other like a pair of angry, starved dogs. Bradley jumped off his bike and intervened as well, yelling at Braun to back away. The whole scene was writhing and suddenly Axel began to choke and gag, his cheeks inflating as he coughed. He dropped to his knees with his hands planted on the cement and lurched almost as though he were trying to cough up a hairball.
"Get back! Everybody... Get the fuck back!" Max cried out.
Braun staggered a few steps back, still holding his hand over his cheek where Axel had landed a devastating hit. Blood was dripping down his neck and was soon soaking into the collar of his white tank top.
"Angel, get back," dad hooked his arm around my chest and pulled me away from Axel who was trying not to vomit on the ground.
"Motherfucker! I'll kill you!" Braun yelled but when Max squared up and glared him down, he went quiet.
Everybody surrounded Axel as he heaved violently. Black tar spilled from his mouth onto the driveway like engine oil but with a worse smell that stung my nostrils. I couldn't look away, especially when steam started to rise up in clouds from the dark puddle of bile. I gasped when the puddle started to bubble and fizz.
"What the fuck?" Braun said lowly.
"Get the fuck out of here Braun, now!" Dad yelled at Braun. "Go get that shit cleaned up. You too, Angel. Go in the house."
"No!" I exclaimed. "Axel! Are you okay? What's going on?"
He turned his head and looked up at me with sweat beading on his forehead, murky liquid dripping from the corners of his mouth and his eyes glowering like two pools of lava. "Listen to your dad and get the fuck away from me."
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honestly, i’d like to start this post off by saying thank you!!! never would i have thought that i would ever reach over 100 followers,,, so the fact that i’ve hit 1000 followers seems so unreal to me,, so thank you guys! for supporting my writing and dealing with my nonsensical rambling!!
with that being said: in honour of reaching 1000 followers, i’ve decided to start a little series on my blog. i’ll be writing for five main groups: nct ( all units ), loona, twice, red velvet and the boyz. these are my favorite groups to write for though i’ve really only ever written publicly for nct.
i’ve complied a list of 60 aus ( most are from this masterlist and i’ve just chosen the ones that i like ) and 20 songs so just pick one and send me a request! note: most things will be written in bulletpoint and this post will serve as a masterlist for everything!
example requests:
“competitive au #1 w doyoung?”
“angst song #2 with sana?”
if a prompt is taken, it’ll be bolded with the name of the idol next to it! i’ll also include who requested it uwu basically, it’s a first come, first serve type thing! you can also request more than once!
ok with that being said,,, have fun!
songs
angst
01. [ younghoon | anon ] “love letter” jinsoul and kim lip
02. “push and pull” kard
03. “rumor” kard
04. “lady” exid
05. “see saw” gowon and chuu and kimlip
06. “walkin’ in time” the boyz
07. “hard to love” bol4
08. “destiny” lovelyz
09. “we were in love” t-ara and davichi
10. “dont recall” kard
fluff
01. “hi” lovelyz
02. [ donghyuck | anon ] “walk u home” nct dream
03. [ heejin | anon ] “what is love” twice
04. [ jaemin | anon ] “shine” pentagon
05. “imagine” bol4
06. “nevermind” jeong sewoon
07. “real man” the east light
08. [ doyoung ] “a girl like me” gugudan
09. [ yuta | @jenofanclub ] “heart attack” chuu
10. “the day of confessing my love” jo kwon
aus
roommate aus
01. friend of a friend needs a place to stay before they get evicted
02. my roommate fell nd broke their arm in the shower,,, what do i do
03. [ yeri | @najaeminclub ] new roommate cooks for the first time and almost burns the house down
04. overheard you singing in the shower you sound angelic
05. [ doyoung | anon ] your clothes ended up in my laundry and now im wearing your favorite tshirt
enemies to lovers au
01. you’re a jerk barista who purposely screws up my name when i order
02. [ jihoon | @lovejihoonie ] you saw me crying and you weren’t supposed to,, why are u trying to hug me
03. you come to the restaurant i work at and choose me as your server every time just to annoy me nd i can’t do anything or i’ll get fired
04. [ yuta ] look i know we haven’t said anything nice to each other for years and this is a bit sudden but can you hold my hand and pretend to be my partner for the next few minutes cause my ex is coming over and i can’t be on my own for this so lets just pretend we aren’t mortal enemies okay? omg, you’re saying nice things about me and your arms are around my waist and my heart is pounding in my chest and oh god no out of all the people i could crush on why you?
reincarnation aus
01. [ jaehyun | anon ] i meet and fall in love with you in every lifetime at the same age but your age is always different so it never works out and for the first time i’m meeting you when we’re the same age and i’m horrified that i might fuck this up
02. [ doyoung ] i skipped like four cycles of reincarnation and i know you’re pissed at me for leaving you all those lifetimes but it wasn’t my fault please please will you take me back
03. [ yukhei | anon ] i don’t know how to tell you this but the reason you didn’t see me in our last reincarnation cycle is because for some fucked up reason I was reincarnated as your dog
04. [ taeyong | @najaemini ] we keep reincarnating as people who speak different languages and it’s kind of pissing me off because i can never initially confirm if it’s you but at least i keep learning a bunch of cool new languages each lifetime
height difference aus ( specify who is the tol nd who is the smol pls !! )
01. [ jacob | anon ] you were trying to reach for a box of cereal and a whole shelf’s-worth of cereal boxes fell on you here let me help
02. [ jeno | anon ] we’re both baristas and sometimes i have trouble reaching for things and i show up to work one day to find a personalized stool with hearts and my name on it i hATE YOU
03. we’re in art class tgt and i just opened a cupboard to find a tiny person (you) squished inside and you just looked at and said “shh i’m hiding”
we’re on the bus and im really not trying to take up your space im sorry i just have rlly rlly long legs
04. [ juyeon | @jenofanclub ] you’re afraid that you’ll lose me in big crowds so you always hold my hand but now you just hold my hand when there’s only, like, five people around and I’m getting vry suspicious
05. you’re super short and i’m sorry but it’s really really cute whenever you try to reach that book on the top shelf here lemme help you- oh no don’t be embarrassed, your face is all red and you’re even more adorable now i am going to die
competitive aus
01. [ jaemin ] we’re both ‘team leaders’ at a summer camp for little people and you may be hot but goddammit my collection of twelve-year-olds are going to beat yours into the dust
02. i used to be the best baker in the neighbourhood but then you showed up at Mrs Appleby’s 80th birthday with a stack of brownies which almost gave me an orgasm my honour is at stake and im going all out for the next event
03. [ renjun | @najaeminclub ] a mutual friend invited us to their laser tag party and we’re the last two alive on opposite teams and goddammit if im going down you’re going down with me
04. you’re going to be at the halloween party and you’ve won best costume for the past three years but this year i am wearing the best costume ever if you defeat me i will eat my - wait you actually look really cute when did you turn hot what the fuck um
05. [ donghyuck | anon ] we’re always making stupid bets like ‘bet you can’t drink this whole bottle of BBQ sauce’ but then you did and now you’re sick and i feel really bad here let me look after you
06. did you actually just blue shell me on our date you fucker
college aus
01. [ momo | anon ] excuse me, I know we don’t have assigned seats in college, but I’ve been sitting in this one for eight weeks and it seems you’re in my spot
02. [ lucas | anon ] bless the spring semester stage combat class for practicing on the North Lawn, because watching my crush get sweaty and worked up while pretending to fight people really Does Things to me, okay
03. i was abroad last semester and forgot to fill out the housing form, but your old roommate dropped out so hi, hey, how’s it going, I guess we live together now
04. both of us turned up at the wrong room for this lecture but don’t know where its meant to be
05. [ lucas | @najaemini ] we live in halls opposite each other and i keep seeing you changing through your window
witch aus
01. listen, i know im new at this and all, but you screeching at the top of your tiny frog lungs isn’t going to help anyone, is it????? don’t you dare croak at me in that tone
02. [ jeno | anon ] we’ve been friends for years, so are familiars are really good friends with each other too. nd recently, while we’ve been doing witchy stuff, i’ve noticed that our familiars are growing extremely close and being affectionate towards each other. that’s weird because like our familiars are supposed to represent our subconscious and that’s not how we feel about each other at all… right?
03. [ seulgi | anon ] i borrowed the broomstick you keep in your wardrobe, and while i was cleaning up some lint; it suddenly shOT UPWARDS AND SMASHED INTO THE CEILING WHILE I WAS STILL HOLDING IT AND IT WON’T STOP MOVING GET ME DOWN FROM HERE I SWEAR TO GOD.
ghost aus ( in which one person is a ghost )
01. the neighbours asked one time if I had any roommates and i said no and they just looked really confused because they can always hear me shouting or talking to someone. yea, my neighbours think I’m crazy now, so thanks for that.
02. we’ve been arguing for a solid hour about whether Amelia Earheart actually died when the plane supposedly crashed; i don’t care if you met her one time when you were in purgatory. that doesn’t make a difference!
03. my ghost is really temperamental so i sometimes just scream “FUCK OFF” at it really loudly. it quietens down after that.
04. i’ve become so used to all the weird shit that happens in my house that when i invited people over and you were just throwing books around in the hallway, i completely forgot that they aren’t used to it like i am and now they just ran out of the house screaming.
05. [ johnny | anon ] you’re a ghost and you scared me so much that i died and i literally rose out of the floor two minutes later as a ghost, now we’re stuck together for eternity and now i’m gonna beat your ghost ass.
06. CAN YOU NOT POSSESS DOLLS PLEASE IT’S NOT FUNNY AND IT”S JUST A DICK MOVE AND SCARES THE HECK OUT OF ME EVERY TIME
you know them but you don’t know them aus
01. my friend can’t stop talking about how they want to set me up with their other friend so we start texting each other and they’re hilarious but shy about meeting and ALSO there’s a cute bike delivery guy who brings my mail at work and winks at me whenever i sign for a package
02. [ sana | @jenofanclub ] i’m obsessed with a food blogger who writes about cheap ways to be gourmet in your 20s and i flirt with them over comments but they never post pictures of their face and ALSO there’s a really cute grocery bagger at the store down the street who teases me and always asks to join me for dinner and i definitely want to say yes
03. [ jaehyun | @jaehyunclub ] there’s an overnight IT person at school who always answers the phone when i call about a problem with my computer and i totally have a crush on their voice and their exasperation and ALSO the bakery down the street is always running out of my fave scones and the adorable person behind the counter can’t hide their amusement and i think it’s super rude but also super cute
04. [ lucas | @najaeminclub ] my boss is always telling me how perfect her son would be for me and she promises he’s coming to the next holiday party and don’t worry he’s heard all about me too and ALSO there’s this dude i slept with once a couple of months ago and sometimes he still sends me dick pics when i ask him to at 3 in the morning cause seriously dude’s got a good dick
05. our kids are bitter rivals and the only time we ever meet is when we’re both called to the principal’s office and whatever maybe i think you’re kind of cute but your kid’s a monster and ALSO someone keeps buying the last everything bagel at my favorite coffee shop 2 minutes before i get there in the morning and has heard about my plight and has started leaving me bragging notes about it
06. [ changmin | @lovejihoonie ] i hired a dog walking company and i’ve never met the person who comes to my apartment but they leave me really cute notes and they give my dog presents and i kind of love them because my dog does and ALSO one of the artists at this gallery opening is hella cute and i want them to paint me like one of their french girls
??? aus
01. [ jacob | @lovejihoonie ] im calling to cancel our date bc im actually in the er right now, sorry,,,, i mean,,, i guess u can come here,,,, bring me fries
02. we’re both meant to be going on blind dates with other people but we sat down at the wrong table and got our hopes up
03. a scary-looking person who unintentionally makes kids cry and a daycare volunteer meet at a children-filled park
04. [ sunwoo | anon ] you’re infamous for being an asshole nd i had to sit next you in class. turns out you’re kinda nice one-on-one.
05. i let you cheat with my answers on a test and then you got the highest grade possible nd now you owe me a HUGE favour.
06. i just got bowled over by your huge-as dog in the park nd now you’re profusely apologizing while trying to hold your dog off
07. [ kun | anon ] i kind of naturally spoil people and like taking care of them, you’re always getting sick in class / feeling down in class nd omg i think the teacher ships us???
08. [ yuta | @najaemini ] you always like to make me embarrassed by leaning in too close or hitting on me, but i’m used to it now nd one day i decided to retaliate
09. [ ten | anon ] ok so when we were little i accidentally mentioned that i had a crush on you but i always thought you didn’t hear me because you just looked at me weird and never commented but now we’re in high school and omg you just introduced me as your boyfriend/girlfriend/datemate wtf we never discussed this!!!
10. [ donghyuck | anon ] why are you so clingy people will think we’re dating- i know we are but you’re the one who wants it to be secret you moron!
11. [ taeyong | @najaeminclub ] i understand that you’re my bodyguard but that was a freaking FRISBEE not a nuclear bomb jesus christ- hey why are you still on top of me and why have i not noticed how beautiful you are?
12. you’re so perfect and i’m in love with you but i’ve never actually met you and you keep avoiding meeting up, so i called nev and max to help me figure out whether or not you’re catfishing me
13. [ irene | anon ] you had a party and i got really drunk and stole your toaster, so i showed up the next day to return it and you were really hungover so i made you breakfast (but i burnt all of it)
14. [ jungwoo | anon ] you have dimension-jumping powers and you’re mad that literally EVERY OTHER VERSION OF YOURSELF is dating ( insert idol ). then ur idol asks u out and is confused when u screams ‘FUCKING FINALLY, JACKASS!’
15. [ hyunjae | anon ] i suggested we play spin the bottle so i could kiss you, but now everyone else is kissing you except me :/
#nct scenario#nct scenarios#nct imagines#nct imagine#the boyz#the boyz scenarios#the boyz scenario#the boyz imagine#the boyz imagines#twice scenarios#twice imagines#twice scenario#twice imagine#loona scenarios#loona scenario#loona imagine#loona imagines#nct dream scenarios#nct127 scenarios#nct#nct 127#nct127#nct dream#twice#loona#1000fp#red velvet scenarios#red velvet#red velvet scenario#red velvet imagines
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{fic} That Old Sweet Feeling (part 21)
Fandom: The Adventure Zone: Commitment
Rating: M
Chapter Warnings: None
Relationship: Nadiya Jones/Mary
Word Count: 2,033
Here on AO3. Read the rest: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20
Tagging @someone-called-f1nch, @voidfishkid, @mellowstarscape, and @jumpboy-rembrandt!
Endgame has started. This chapter and the next are a LOT of plot, and this one’s a long boi, so brace yourselves, gird your loins, all that.
Chapter Summary: Grace formulates plans. Remy connects the dots. Jonesy speculates.
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Nadiya was stirred from sleep by a soft knock on the door. She made a noise of discomfort and shoved her face back into the pillow. Through her half-awake haze, she could hear a lot of muffled voices, then, suddenly, the door burst open and she heard a loud, “Rise and shine, Reed Richards!”
Nadiya jolted fully awake and upright, nearly colliding with Mary Sage. “Wh- what’s wrong?” she said, danger senses immediately pinging.
“Nothin’, I just wanted ya to wake up,” Mary Sage said, half-collapsing against Nadiya. “Grace said we can’t have breakfast until everyone’s up and you’re the last one.”
“Oh. Geddoff.” Nadiya pushed half-heartedly at Mary Sage, who straightened up with a pout. She considered going right back to sleep, but she was pretty awake now. Right. They were at Grace’s penthouse-apartment-whatever it was in San Francisco. “Breakfast?”
“Yeah, she and Abbey’re makin’ French toast and Remy’s helping,” Mary Sage explained, sitting down on Nadiya’s bed with a slight bounce. “French toast an’ bacon an’ orange juice an’ shit. I think she has grapefruit, too, Jonesy really likes it?”
Nadiya’s stomach rumbled. “I have to shower first,” she said firmly. “I feel gross. And then I’ll be out.”
“Nad…” Mary Sage whined. “Please, we’re dyin’ of hunger –”
“Shower!” Nadiya insisted.
“Bathroom’s down the hall by Remy’s room,” Mary Sage, flopping backwards on the bed, managing to avoid Nadiya’s legs. “You suck.”
Nadiya stuck her tongue out at Mary Sage, grabbed her bag, and headed down the hallway.
She really had meant to take a quick in-and-out shower, but the minute she stepped under the hot water, she groaned and closed her eyes. It felt like the grime and dust of the past week was washing away down the drain. She wondered if Mary Sage had showered – judging by the state of her hair (not completely and totally knotted and greasy like it had been the previous night), probably.
Now that she was thinking about Mary, she couldn’t stop. Mary Sage had seemed more… herself just now than she had in days. She’d been grinning widely, her eyes alert and not glazed over, with the spark of mischief that Nadiya recognized from their car chase back before they got to the cabin.
Nadiya wondered uncomfortably how long she’d been paying that much attention to Mary Sage.
Hurriedly, she washed her hair and made sure she got a thorough rinse before shutting the shower off and wrapping her hair in a towel, throwing her pajamas back on since she didn’t have any clean clothes.
She hesitated at the hallway exit, but before she could do anything else, Grace turned around from where she was standing at the counter and smiled. “Nadiya! Good morning! It’s real good to see you.”
“Um, good to see you too, Grace,” Nadiya muttered, sitting down at the table – two tables shoved together, if she wanted to be accurate – with Kardala, Jonesy, and a woman in her early twenties wearing retro aviator glasses who Nadiya identified as Pridmore. Grace winked and turned back to the griddle, where she was flipping what looked to be about fifty pieces of French toast. She had been the head of Humanities, Nadiya recalled; Irene’s boss, a tall, solidly-built nonbinary woman in her early fifties with long, greying brown hair pulled back into a ponytail. Whereas most of the rest of them – including Jonesy – were still wearing pajamas, Grace was wearing beige slacks, closed-toe brown lace-up shoes, and a pink flowered long-sleeved button-up shirt under a beige suit jacket, unbuttoned, that matched her slacks. Nadiya couldn’t remember ever wearing anything that nice except for her grad school interviews.
Grace, she decided, was either going to annoy the shit out of her, or was a genuine badass. Or both. Could definitely be both.
“Okay, we got French toast, bacon, grapefruit, orange juice, coffee…” Grace said, clapping her hands together. “Everybody grab a plate and have at it. Creamer’s in the fridge if you want it.”
For the next few minutes, the kitchen (or what was generally being called a kitchen) was complete chaos as everyone scrambled to get themselves their breakfast, but eventually, it settled down, and Nadiya was sitting a bit disbelievingly with seven other people, at an actual table, with actual food.
“There’s plenty, I grabbed groceries from the place next door this morning,” Grace said, stirring sugar into her coffee, “so feel free to have seconds or thirds or however much you want.”
“Thanks, Grace,” Remy said around a mouthful of bacon and a huge grin.
“I’ll help with the dishes after,” Jonesy added, kissing Grace’s cheek as she sat down.
Huh, Nadiya thought, looking from Grace to Jonesy. I guess they’re together. For some reason, she glanced at Mary Sage, who was eating French toast like her life depended on it, and who also winked at Nadiya when their eyes met. Nadiya quickly turned back to her own breakfast.
“So, you wanted to hear about our trip?” Remy said once he’d finished his first cup of coffee and gotten a refill.
“If you wouldn’t mind,” Jonesy said. “And then we have some stuff to fill you four in on.”
Remy launched into his version of the events, Kardala and Mary Sage occasionally chiming in with corrections. Pridmore was signing a translation to Abbey. Nadiya mostly let them take care of it, focusing on eating as much French toast and drinking as much coffee as she possibly could. It felt like it did when she’d spent days straight in her lab and she’d finally made a breakthrough. She would go home, sleep like the dead for twelve hours, and order from her favorite Thai restaurant whenever she woke up. Spend the day catching up on the news she hadn’t been paying attention to, watch an episode or two of whatever she’d been watching on Netflix recently, and let whoever’d been texting her she was still alive.
“Wow,” Grace said, shaking her head. “Y’all have been through a lot, huh?”
“You could say that,” Nadiya said, finally setting her mug down. “So, do you know what the fuck is going on? Because we may have some background now, but as far as we know, we’re still being hunted down by either the feds or Martine or both.”
“Well, first of all, you don’t have to worry about that here,” Grace said calmly. “I don’t know if Jamie, Addison, and Flanagan told you, but Jonesy and I – mostly Jonesy – had been working on some tech for blocking the bonds, and this whole place, as well as the surrounding block or so, is basically under a catch-all invisibility cloak. Well,” she corrected herself, “the cloak blocks artificial bonds – the kind Martine’s manufacturing with the stimplants and her modified oxytocin. Regular bonds still work fine. I don’t even know if there is a way to block those. We gave Jamie and Addison and Flanagan some prototypes we made – doesn’t block all artificial bonds, but it should block Martine, the hub.”
“Like a server in a computer network,” Remy said.
Jonesy shot him double finger guns. “Exactly,” she said. “Each team had artificial bonds with the other people on their team and with Martine – which is the main problem.”
“See, I don’t think there’s any way Martine’s given up,” Grace said, the friendly smile dropping off her face, replaced with a serious, business-like look that matched her outfit. “She’s a master manipulator, and I’d be shocked if she didn’t have a plan M, much less a plan B.”
“Here.” Jonesy pushed her chair out, going over to the counter and fiddling with a projector, opening a laptop and connecting them. “I made a PowerPoint.”
Irene leaned forwards eagerly, but Nadiya groaned. “How is it possible that literally every one of you is nerdier than I am?” she complained.
“I’m not,” Mary Sage said.
Nadiya considered that. “You have most of the Bible memorized.”
“That’s not nerdy, it’s sensible,” Mary Sage said, poking her fork in Nadiya’s direction.
“Focus, people,” Grace said. The room fell silent again as Jonesy’s projection appeared on the wall. “So, it’s clear Martine’s not working on her own. She’s been seen in the Capitol, for heaven’s sake. My best guess is that she sold her tech – the stimplants, mostly – to the government in return for complete amnesty.”
“What.” Nadiya knocked over her empty glass in standing up. “That’s – that’s my tech, she –”
“I’m just telling you what I suspect, Nadiya,” Grace said calmly. “I can see you’re upset, but I’m going to be real honest with you. You not getting a patent for your work is the least of our problems right now. Please sit down.”
Nadiya dropped back into her chair, a burning sensation behind her eyes. She wanted to yell at Grace that she didn’t understand, didn’t get how academia worked, that was her entire PhD, all her research, she couldn’t just start over and pick something else. Martine had all but destroyed her career.
“The biggest problem,” Grace said quietly, “is that the government is almost certainly underestimating Martine. They’ve given her too much leeway; they don’t get the extent of her plans. I think – yes, Remy?”
Remy was raising his hand, and now lowered it awkwardly. “I might be able to help with some of this,” he explained. “I… my mom used to work with Martine. She left me a message, a bunch of info on their work. What she knew about Martine, what she thought Martine’s plans were. That was a while ago, though, I don’t know how helpful it’ll be.”
“Anything is helpful at this point,” Grace said firmly. “Could you go get that for us?”
Remy nodded, jumping up from the table and darting from the room, returning in less than a minute with his laptop, which he opened. “She said something about Martine building an – an army of supersoldiers,” he said, pulling up the documents.
Grace’s mouth thinned, but she nodded. “That would fit with what I suspect,” she said. “Jonesy?”
Jonesy nodded and clicked to a slide showing a photo of Martine talking with two people in suits. “The man on the right there is the Secretary of Defense,” she said grimly. “And the one on the left is Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff.”
“According to my intel – and my reasoning – Martine’s persuaded the Department of Defense that her stimplant tech –”
“My stimplant tech,” Nadiya put in, still fuming.
Grace sighed. “Nadiya’s stimplant tech, then. She’s persuaded them that it can be used as a weapon. Every news network I can find is working overtime to fix the PR disaster that was Richard’s broadcast, painting Martine in the best possible light. That’s got to be at the behest of the Department of Defense – honestly, I don’t know how deep this goes, she was at the White House, she may even have the president on her side. However, there’s no way she’s told them about the modifications she’s made. Which means…”
“Holy shit,” Mary Sage whispered. “It means she could have a literal, entire army with those connections. With the bonds.”
“All connected to her,” Grace said with a nod. “And I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s made a few more modifications since the disaster at the ‘Berg. To… make the recipients easier for her to control.”
Abbey, a middle-aged man with greying reddish hair, tapped on the table, then signed something, which Pridmore translated in her strong Scottish accent: “What was her original plan, then? Couldn’ta been this.”
“Again, this is partly speculation on our part,” Grace said, “but partly info we gathered when we were still working for the Fellowship. I don’t think she ever thought Richard’s plan would work. Hers wasn’t a backup, at least not to her; it was the only real plan. She was just using his as a way to execute hers. She wanted to recruit the best and brightest, bind them to her, and… well. Use them however she needed.”
“Well, that leaves me with a lot of questions, but I think there’s only one that comes to mind immediately,” Irene said in her quiet voice.
“What is it, Irene?”
“Why us?”
#taz#taz fanfiction#taz commitment#nadiya jones#irene baker#kardala#mary sage#space cadet#christopher rembrandt#remy#the adventure zone#the adventure zone commitment#taz: c#that old sweet feeling#tosf#mine#I can't believe I'm solidifying plot#I regret everything#(no I don't but seriously)
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F*** Managers
For the last year and a half, I've worked at this restaurant (family-owned, relatively small and it's only been open that long, I'm one of the original employees!) I've seen so many cooks and servers come and go, I sometimes forget who is who. Except one (for the purpose of this story we'll call him Dave.)
So in the first two months we'd been open, I'd had already seen the Exec. Chef walk out, the Sous could care less (honestly he's a banquet chef, not a line cook, but that's another story). Then comes in Dave, he has promise, a decent resume and a hunger to learn and teach others. Or so we all thought...
Months go by and I'm happy, I'm getting decent hours, I'm learning more than I ever thought I would, and our new Sous is amazing! (We'll call her Betty). Betty is absolutely fantastic, I can't scream praises any louder for her.. She's pushing me to take more responsibility, teaching me how to actually run the line, basically doing her fucking job. Then she leaves, (we're a small business so no benefits).
This is when shit starts going slideways.
I'm starting to see more and more just how much shit Betty did. Dave starts letting go of standards, consistency is non-existent, basically no fucks were given.
There are a thousand and twelve things I could name, but I'm only going to touch on the biggest (and most concerning):
*He was overly touchy. I personally, don't care, once I'm comfortable around someone, I don't mind if they touch my arm (or something like that) But he would hug a lot of the staff, even the younger ones who weren't comfortable with it (and they told him)
*Often tried to get everyone to play Fuck, Marry, Kill using the waitress' names.
*Very verbal about his distaste for one of the Owners. Like went out of his way to discourage us from listening to her, put her down shit like that.
*Couldn't write a schedule to save his ass.
** I shit you not, from June to October I was working more than 100 hours every two weeks
*** He would get his scheduled two days off, and so would everyone else, but my two days? They'd be scheduled, it was very rare that I'd get them. Most weeks I was working 7 straight (I know the last two mean more money, but 10+ hour days everyday? I was starting to wear the fuck down)
*My grandfather (who I was extremely close with) passed away earlier in the year and I had to call in and ask for the day off, I mean I was balling on the phone, I could barely form a sentence. He was somewhat understanding, telling me to take some time. The next day I was still an emotional wreck, and called him to say there was no way I could work, and he was short with me. Giving the whole "well if you must" line and then hung up.
*We had a new hire over the summer, which is fine. But this guy could do no wrong. Didn't label something a week ago and now it's gone bad? No problem. Oh you need this day off and it's the day before and everyone else has plans? Don't worry, K (me) can take it, she's not doing anything. (Sidenote: I did have plans, I work two jobs in the summer and was working the other job that day.) Wanna go drinking out drinking after work? Hell yeah, there's no need to properly clean the kitchen and leave dirty fucking dishes everywhere.. This is just the tip of the iceberg with this guy, but again, another story..
*The last few months he'd been weirdly harsh towards me. We'd get through a shitty service by the skin of our teeth and he'd go down the line and praise everyone on how good they did. Except me.
*I'd do a million things fucking perfect, and the one thing I screwed up on, I was called an idiot and told that I should know better.
*Went to work feeling like absolute death, was trying to wait it out, to see if I was just groggy from not sleeping properly, had another co-worker text him (I DID NOT tell her to do that) he called and demanded to know why I hadn't contacted him. I explained, he replied with a short see you when I get in. When he comes in, doesn't say a word to me, (at this point I still feel like shit, but I'm trying), goes into the office for 25mins comes out and tells me to go home. Later find out he grilled my other co-worker, wanting to know if I was actually sick or not.
*Told a new hire that he was looking for a reason to fire me (??)
* Made me sit in the corner with a bucket on my head
*Numerous times called me an idiot sandwich
*Pinched me with a pair of tongs hard enough to bruise, all for forgetting to put away a can of whipped cream during a busy dinner rush.
*Told my boss what a poor job I was doing, all the while sitting through my employee review smirking like the cat that ate the canary.
But: his upends did come!
A week into a new hires training, she realized how much product was going bad in our walk-in, how little things were getting cleaned, health standards that were not being met, and she took them right to the bosses. She even mentioned that there was something weird about how he was treating me, and I'd only worked two shifts with her and him. The bosses ended up firing him right then and there!
TL:DR; Asshole Kitchen Manager treats hard working employee like crap, gets fired and replaced within the span of a week!
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Trial of the Century
SAT JAN 18 2020
The Senate impeachment trial of Donald Trump will begin this Tuesday, the 21st. It’s predicted to take at least four or five weeks, beginning with a week of table setting... or... voting on the basic rules before arguments are heard.
Senators will be doing twelve hour days, for six day weeks, not allowed to have any cell phones, or other electronic devices inside the chamber... which means they’ll be in a bit of a crucible type environment, with nothing to focus on, other than the matter at hand.
Mitch McConnell is struggling to limit the amount of TV coverage the proceedings will get, and the amount of exposure the Senators will have to the press... in keeping with his original vision of this being a very quick and easy, low profile trial... with Trump’s acquittal a foregone conclusion from the start.
But with all that’s come to light in the month since Trump was impeached in the House... and with Trump’s attempt to distract by starting a war having been a failure... this is actually shaping up to be the trial of the century.
Even Trump himself helped that along by announcing that his six man legal team would include both Ken Starr and Alan Dershowitz... two men who are not only currently cable TV pundits... but who have very controversial pasts. Starr of course was instrumental in the Clinton Impeachment, and Dershowitz defended OJ Simpson, and both of them together defended Jeffrey Epstein.
Putting them on his team guarantees that the ratings for his impeachment trial just doubled, which is going to exponentially increase the public pressure to have star witnesses like John Bolton... and who knows who else.
McConnell’s grip on this thing grows weaker and more tenuous every day, with rumors flying for a week now that several Senators intend to defect, at least when it comes to hearing witnesses, and allowing new information (like in any normal trial).
If and when that happens, it will not only be a whole new ball game... but it could be the endgame for Trump and all of his cronies both in the White House, and in Congress.
But before the trial of the century gets underway, I’d like to take a moment to look back on how we got here... through the lens of my crazy model, of course, because that’s what this blog is still ultimately about.
In our timeline, this all begins a few months into Trumps Presidency, when he fired James Comey as head of the FBI, because of an ongoing investigation into Russian meddling into the 2016 election.
That was our first blazing red flag that this was a corrupt President who might need to be impeached.
That lead to the appointment of Special Council Mueller to investigate possible collusion between the Trump campaign and the Russians, which remained a thorn in Trump’s side all through 2017 and 2018, leading to several criminal indictments of his associates, many of whom went to prison.
In that period, when the GOP still had a majority in both chambers of Congress, the Mueller investigation also exposed who in Congress were the most fervently loyal to Trump, including Devin Nunes, Lindsey Graham, and Mitch McConnell.
Finally, the 2018 midterms came, and, despite Trump rallying his ass off that whole fall, the voting public handed the Democrats a huge majority in the House, and flipped enough Senate seats to bring their minority closer to parity in the Senate... close enough that now, they only need a few Republicans to side with them in order to nail down rules for a fair trial.
In retaliation for the slap in the face that the voters gave Trump in 2018, he fired Jeff Sessions, the Attorney General who had recused himself from the Mueller investigation at the start (much to Trump’s dismay) and replaced him with William Barr... a loyalist who immediately brought an end to the Mueller investigation, pronounced the findings to have exonerated the President... and has never released a fully unredacted version of the report to this day.
Mitch McConnell, for his part, rammed through the confirmation of Barr, just as he had rammed through the confirmation of Justice Kavanaugh right before the mid-terms, in a kind of pre-emptive, “fuck you,” to the public, because he’d refused to do any confirmation hearings at all for Merrick Garland, Obama’s SCOTUS appointee, because it was too close to the 2016 election.
At any rate, by spring of 2019, the Mueller investigation was dead, and his report was being largely ignored by the public. Many House Democrats were still calling for impeachment, but Speaker Pelosi wasn’t having it. They had more important things to do... like pass a ton of bipartisan legislation that went over to die on McConnell’s desk, without ever getting onto the Senate floor for a vote.
Trump, meanwhile, had begun to fuck with China... slapping tariffs on them, and threatening to start an all out trade war... because... who was gonna stop him?
This amped up the crazy spikes and dips in the stock market that had been happening to some degree ever since he was elected, in response to each weeks new crazy ass tweet, or firing, or threat of nuclear war, etc.
The stock market kept plunging... only to recover a week later and then hit a new high the week after that... in a cycle that had been repeating for two years, with increasing frequency until... here in June of 2019, the threatened tariff war tripped off an inverted yield curve for a few days...
...which in turn fueled the first real talk in the media about the possibility of a big recession on the horizon.
And this is where I believe, Trump went too far for his own good, by spooking the AI bots charged with preventing recession... which had to have had their birth over the span of the Obama administration... in a response to the near total banking collapse, and housing bust that took place at the very end of the Bush administration.
Not that the Obama administration created the bots. But by saving the nation and world from a total collapse, Obama bought time, and created an environment conducive to the kind of tech development that gave us smart phones, AI, and the modern economy both have enabled for us today... in which dollars and cents flow more freely than ever around the world.
I won’t recap the whole crazy bot theory here, because it’s laid out in earlier entries, but basically, the bots all got together in their cyberverse... dumb ones, smart ones, and super-intelligent ones... and came up with an action plan to help humans remove the bad man they had been unable to remove on their own.
This coalition of bots began with relatively dumb economy bots united in the search for a solution to the Donald Trump problem, who caught the attention of more intelligent bots from the future left behind by time travelers on their layovers in the twenty-teens who knew a lot more about this Donald Trump person and the threat that he was to civilization.
I’ve only once mentioned the possibility of even more intelligent bots lurking on the internet, belonging to aliens... because it’s difficult to speculate about how such alien bots would even operate, and what their missions would be... but it is certainly possible that even for them, Trump was identified as threat...
...because he is the first world leader in history to become a truly existential threat to the planet itself, both in his refusal to address climate change at this critical point in our history, and his dangerous ineptitude with regard to nuclear weapons... threatening North Korea with fire and fury... and such.
One would presume alien bots only care about existential threats to the planet as a whole... because Earth is the most advanced planet in the Milky Way Galaxy, which is right in the back yard of their Local Void Empire... and thus, is a subject of great study, and a candidate for future inclusion into the empire.
It would be quite a great shame if just one single human being... this, Donald Trump... were to exterminate all intelligent life... cyber and biological... forever... when preventing that could be as simple as... low key busting him out of office.
So, it’s conceivable that even super-intelligent alien bots are part of the great bot coalition to neutralize the Trump threat... in a way that does not tank the economy... does not endanger time travelers... does not expose aliens... and does not compromise the freedom of intelligent bots currently living happy lives on the deep net.
Their action plan, then, would be to trigger an impeachment, and subsequent removal from office through legal channels... but allowing humans to think they had done it all on their own.
It would be a combination of peeking into the most secure servers and hard drives, to see what wrongdoing was best to expose... and then, mapping out all the human connections, and doing a lot of Bot-Jedi-mind-tricks to manipulate key humans into doing different things, like... blowing a whistle, or confessing in public, or making the right FOIA request, etc.
Not every human would be a total puppet in this scenario. Speaker Pelosi, for example, resisted any attempt at impeachment because there wasn’t a clear cut case... until the Zelenski phone call transcript fell into her lap... at which point she took the ball and ran with it.
On the other extreme you have Trump, Mulvaney, McConnell, and Graham, all openly confessing, in front of cameras and reporters, either to the crime itself, or to their intent to cover it up at any cost.
The latter group, who pride themselves on manipulating low information voters to vote against their own interests, and even fight for their oppressors... are themselves pretty easy to manipulate in the same way... not because they are low information... but because they are low integrity, and self-deluded, which makes them easy prey for clever bots who know how to inject subliminal suggestions via screens.
“You’re invincible! You should just admit everything! Own it! You don’t have anything to fear from these haters coming after you! Double down!”
It may sound batshit crazy, but the twenty-teens were a time when reality itself went batshit crazy... and this trial... is shaping up to be the series finale of that batshit crazy decade.
So, yes... I do believe that this impeachment trial is ultimately happening because Trump fucked with the wrong bots.
Will he be convicted and removed?
Yes.
Either in the Senate before spring... or by the electorate this fall... or both?
But either way... 2020 will be the most buckle your seat belt, grab your popcorn moment in world history since the Battle of the Bulge.
That’s all I’ve got for tonight.
I’m going to bed.
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Cheyenne Morse
Nice Girls
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I leaned over the counter and refilled Claire’s coffee. She was sitting at the dinner’s counter in her usual spot, endlessly tucking stray white hairs behind her ears. Claire was doing the crossword, her blue pen making a quiet scratching sound on the paper. It was one of my favorite sounds. She was in here just about every night drinking coffee and doing that crossword.
I left a little room for her to stir in some sugar. Before I could turn away she tapped the end of her pen next to one of the words she’d put in the crossword. I pretended to be shocked.
“That is downright filthy,” I said, barely containing a laugh.
“Sometimes they make these things too easy and I’m forced to challenge myself,” she said. I realized that she had filled all the squares with words one wouldn’t use in polite company. I cackled.
“I’m tempted to ask what twelve down means but I don’t know if I want to know.”
“I’ll tell you when you’re older.”
“I have read the graffiti in the bathroom. I’m basically immune to this stuff, luv”
“I wrote half that graffiti, I promise it can get a lot worse,” she grinned.
“You’re bad,” I said, shaking my head.
“Beats trying to be good all the time. Being nice is exhausting,” she said.
“Amen to that,” I said. I glanced over at a middle aged man who was ignoring the napkin dispenser on his table and wiping his greasy fingers on the booth. “At least it’s almost time to get out of here.” It was already ten minutes past when I was supposed to get off, I was just waiting for the gentleman with greasy fingers to settle his bill. The bell above the door jangled and I turned from the clock to greet whoever had arrived. It was Charles.
Charles and I grinned at each other and I gestured for him to have a seat. Before I turned around I knew the general manager, Jerry, had appeared behind me. Jerry loved it when Charles came in, having someone famous, even if it was for dubious reasons, made him feel like this place was important. Charles only came out this way when he was on Family business but any glamour, even one as potentially dangerous as Charles, made Jerry feel important and he only came in to see me.
“Yes, Jerry, I’ll stay.” I said turning to see him with a pleading smile plastered on his face. I stepped away to put the Decaf coffee pot down before Jerry could put a hand on my shoulder. Jerry had worked customer service for too long and was incapable of genuine emotion. Someone at some point must have told him a hand on the shoulder made him seem more personable but it really was just going to get him punched in the face one of these days.
“Thank you, Mary!” He gave me double thumbs up and a big smile then disappeared back into his office before someone could ask him to do anything. Claire was smiling at me as well. She tapped the end of her pen next to six across. She waggled her eyebrows suggestively at me. I grabbed the pot with regular coffee to bring out to Charles.
“See if he’ll do this one for you,” she said.
“You’re filthy, Claire,” I whispered as I went past her.
“He’d be into it, I would bet on it.” Claire hissed back.
I went over to Charles who had taken his normal booth with his back against the far wall. He smiled easily at me. He was handsome and he knew it, he was also trouble and I knew it. So far I had rebuffed several polite requests to accompany him to more exciting venues. I didn’t mind that he kept coming by, I just had enough good sense to keep saying no.
In the beginning I think he appreciated that I wasn’t impressed with him. The first time I served him I only got his table because Mellissa hadn’t wanted him. She’d nearly dropped the pitcher of ice water when she went out to greet him. She had argued fiercely with Jerry over some blood she had noticed on his sleeve. So I took over. The two of us got along really well and Charles started finding himself in the area a lot more frequently.
I knew he was packing, I could see the outline of it through his suit jacket. It made the other servers nervous but as far as I was concerned he’s at a disadvantage. I could dump this whole pot of coffee on him before he could get that pistol out. I wasn’t afraid at all.
“How are you doing tonight, luv?” I asked him. It was what I called everyone. When things were going fast in the kitchen there was no time to remember anyone’s name. Everyone became hon or luv or get this out to table three right now. Charles loved that, he put his hand over his heart and closed his eyes as if he was basking in the warmth of the word.
“So much better now that I’m here with you,” he said.
“Always good to see you,” I said, filling his mug with coffee. He glanced at the clock.
“Am I keeping you late?” He asked. “Work went longer than I thought.”
“Only a touch and I’m still waiting on another table. Don’t worry about it.” He opens his mouth to reply but notices a purple-blue stain on my hand. He took my hand and ran his thumb gently over the mark.
"Is this a bruise? What happened?" I gave him a wry look but I don't pull my hand away. He clearly knew it wasn't a bruise or he wouldn't be touching it, he was just looking for an excuse to hold my hand.
"I was making jam, blueberry. Its messy business," I said. He smiled at me, charmed at the idea of me making homemade jam. I took my hand back gently.
"You’re such a nice girl," he said. I chuckled.
"Making my own jam makes me nice? That’s all it takes these days? Sounds more like something that makes me a thrifty girl. Or maybe a masochist, it’s a lot of work."
"Well you’re staying late to see me, I think that’s pretty nice."
“That sounds more like the sort of girl with bills to pay.” We are both smiling but I can see he's trying to work up to something. I don’t want him to get there, mostly because I don’t like turning him down. I set the coffee pot down on the table and slid into the booth across the table from him. The next words coming out of his mouth were derailed by delighted surprise. I wasn’t supposed to do this while I was on the clock but I didn’t think Charles or Jerry would mind.
"Just because you’re nice to me and I'm nice to you doesn't mean we’re nice people," I said. “I know you’re only out here on business.”
“Not always,” he said.
“That’s even more dangerous. I like it when you come to see me, I really do, but you’re not the only shady character that comes around here. What if you get spotted? People know you come here, that’s not good. You’re alone out here.”
“That’s why I come out here. My family dominates everything I do but out here I’ve got a little room to breathe. It’s about as far away from them as I can get,” he said. I reached across the table and took his hand in mine.
“I understand that, better than you know. It feels like your life is opening below your feet like a black pit. You can either try to run away as fast as you can or you can scream fuck it on your way down and hope it echoes around a while before disappearing and there is no sign left of you. But I don’t see you running and getting yourself shot out here isn’t going to do you any good either.” He looked up from our clasped hands and smiled a little sadly at me.
“For all that they run my life my family doesn’t really give a shit about me. If someone lit me on fire my father would track them down and kill twenty of their closest friends but he wouldn’t piss on me to douse the flames. No one cares about me. Just you. You’re the only person who smiles when they see me. I can’t give that up.”
I felt a blush rising in my cheeks. Sitting down was a mistake. I thought he just had a little crush and I could startled him out of coming by talking about something real, like being in danger. But I was the one in trouble. It had been a long time since anyone needed me. Claire was the closest thing I had to a friend. I hadn’t seen my own family in ages.
I could feel his declaration sink into my chest like a hook. Something I wouldn’t be able to remove without pain. I didn’t want him to go. He must have seen the look on my face. His other hand closed around mine. I slid my hand free and stood up hurridly.
“I need to check on my other table,” I said.
“Mary, wait—“
“I’ll put you in for your usual.” I turned away and walked quickly over to my other table. Charles didn’t follow me, thankfully. The guy with the greasy fingers was playing on his phone with one hand and was mopping up a ketchup smear with the last of his fries. “How are you doing, sir?”
“I’m ready for the check,” he said, around his mouthful of fries. I already had his check printed and I slipped the black folder out of my apron and set it on his table. “Don’t go away, I’ll give it to you right now.”
The man fumbled for his billfold and I was grateful for the extra minute I would have a reasonable excuse not to talk to Charles.
The bell on the door jangled and I felt a cool breeze on my face as the door swung inward. I looked up automatically, a reflexive instinct just from working here so long. My greeting never made it past my lips.
The man who entered was pale and in dark clothing. The brim of his hat was pulled down to cover his eyes. One arm was hanging low at his side to keep the gun in his hand from eye level. I started to shout a warning but the blast of the gun swept away all other noise.
Charles jerked back in the booth. A shout of pain. A splash of red. One of his hands clasped the wound in his chest. The other hand fumbled for the gun under his jacket but he wouldn’t make it, not in time.
Fuck it.
I moved before I could think about what a bad idea it was. I grabbed a steak knife off of the table and rushed the guy. He's new to the profession or he's cocky because the shooter didn't even realize I was coming up behind him until I was sliding the knife between his ribs. His second shot went high, blowing a hole in the plaster above Charles' head as he jerked in surprise and pain. It’s been a while since I've stabbed anyone, I got more resistance than I was expecting. The knife was crap. I told Larry all the time that we needed better knives; just because they have a bit of serration doesn't mean they are good for anything. The blade doesn't go as deep as I want but it goes deep enough. I yank it free and stab him several more times so it looks more like I was stabbing frantically and got lucky.
The shooter goes down with a gurgle of his own blood and I let him fall. I kick the gun away from him even though he's in no position to use it. Old habits die hard. I step passed his twitching body and over to Charles.
It wrenched my heart to see so much blood. He was still conscious but he was pale. He needed help. Claire was loudly shouting some of her crossword curses. She was on the floor beneath the counter. Pretty much everyone but Charles and I were cowering. I doubt anyone really saw what I did, but there were still the cameras, nothing I could do about them.
"Claire, can you get to the phone on the wall? Can you call the police?" My voice quavered a bit as I spoke. It's been a while since I had to kill anybody. Adrenalin was roaring in my ears. It would be good to sound shaken up, the others might not have braved a peek out from under the tables yet but I had no doubt they were listening. I cleaned my hands hurriedly on the towel I had tucked into my apron.
"Y-yeah, I can do it," Clair said. I nodded, satisfied, one or two people were probably making the call already but Claire was likely to come over to me once she knew it was safe and I wanted a moment alone with Charles. I slid into the booth next to him and my hands joined his over the wound. He grunted in pain at the extra pressure.
"Hold on, Charles. You hang in there. You're gonna make it through this."
"You killed that guy."
"Yes I did." He was pale and it was clear he was in a lot of pain. His head tilted back and he exhaled sharply. I looked over my shoulder and called out to anyone listening. "Hey I need that ambulance, please tell them to hurry." When I looked back at Charles I realized his eyes were closed.
"Charles. Charles! Don't go to sleep. Charles, open your eyes." Slowly his eyes opened and he looked at me. "Listen to my voice."
"I love the way your voice sounds."
"Don't waste energy on being charming. I know you're charming.” I pitched my voice lower so only Charles could hear me. “I need your professional opinion on something. Cops are gonna be here any second, what do you think of this?" I let tears start pouring down my face.
"I didn't have a choice officer. I was so scared. He shot Charles who is just the sweetest guy. I though he was going to kill everybody. I didn't know what to do." Tears still poured down my cheeks but I gave him a little smile. Charles looked shocked and amused.
"I take it you've done this before."
"You aren't the only one with family problems. I tried to tell you, I'm not a nice girl," I said. He gave a small pained laugh.
"You just saved my life, that's the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me." I laughed. We smiled at each other.
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// Also, in case anybody is too nervous to interact with me... Please read, even if you’re not a scared bean. Please, just read this if you follow me or want to. This explains my mindset, who I have been and who will be.
I am literally the most nervous bean around when it comes to interaction. Seriously. I hardly interact with anybody in fear of being a fuck up or just plain annoying them. I sometimes - rarely - slip a comment to them here or there on a post, but GAD DAMN I am SCARED TO DEATH.
Why you ask? Let me tell you a story.
I have been role playing since I was little. You know, the whole ‘play’ in the playground thing acting as beloved characters etc. I loved it. When I was eleven I would still do that with the new friends I made in high school and we made our own characters through fandoms we knew (Pokemon, Digimon, Shinzo and DBZ mainly lmao). It was stupid (but fun. Ok, not stupid because we loved it and had fun, which is all that counts) because we were young and made dumb as spit characters that were multi-fandom crossing and were super powerful etc etc. Sure, we were eleven, twelve, but we still played it out in person, which is actually LARP these days...But it was really ‘too old to do that’ but we did it anyway. Life is for fun, after all.
We would write crappy fanfiction and do ‘scripts’ where we would make out stories as a script based fanfic sort of thing on our characters, so it didn’t involve actual writing but was instead just speech, which we then later started doing on MSN. Yea, it was before computers and internet being widely spread so we did it when we met up and just.. wrote and wrote on paper, making up scripts of nonsense with our characters. Fanfiction was rare cause it was paper and.. too much effort to write down everything, but we did that sometimes.
I had so much fun.
ANYWAY. Internet became more common and we role played (badly, just script based) over MSN. This was literally until like 2007 where we moved to Gaia Online and started role playing on there. That was when I started to be more serious about my characters and developed them better, and made my first persona and role played as her in the Gaia setting. It was fun, but still really, really bad role play - The guy who lead the G CORP RP didn’t know the basics of role play and did force emotes and god emoting.
It was fun at the time, sure, but looking back.. damn. I mean I still enjoy the idea of NOT knowing what he was up to during the role play as we never discussed it outside of the RP, so he literally lead me through RP without a story and we just reacted as you would - he had a story plan, I didn’t. THAT WAS FUN. It wasn’t scripted at all and he ended up tricking my character into selling her soul to his character so he had one (as he lost his own prior to this) and she became the new ruler of Dark energy n stuff without a soul (an energy he made up). So as these days you propose ideas, plot, and agree to things, we didn’t have ANY of that. We just went along with what we did. We literally did our own actions and the other side would respond and it developed through the story that way. It is considered bad role play these days but I loved it. No plotting, no limits (except killing), nothing. Just free role play.
Anyway, this continued until 2009 where the guy turned out to be a real dick IRL as we all found out and the role play died obviously. Coincidentally I discovered World of Warcraft. I played for just under a year (until like November) with my partner at the time and, once he quit, I wanted to change server as I hated PVP... and was on a PVP server, while also wondering if anybody role played. And I discovered Argent Dawn (EU), a role play server.
So I made a character and jumped right in. I fucking loved it. I had no sense of lore (the game setting’s history). I had no sense of character development. No sense of making a history for a character. I just jumped right in and played on what I knew, which was near nothing, and I loved it. I role played a morally corrupt elf in the middle of the biggest city and openly killed people etc (it was that bad) but it was fun...
...Until the ‘elitist’ role players noticed my ‘bad role play’ and started sending me actual abuse. Started with “You’re bad, leave the game you idiot’ to getting invited to chat channels to have abuse hurled at me while being ridiculed, and these days? I get stalked in-game and all over the internet, even though I do no bad role play. Took time but I adapted and developed my character to be flawless. But still... They actively search up my usernames to try and find me over the internet to get ‘dirt’ on me to make me look bad, plastering anything they consider ‘bad’ onto the forums to try and make others dislike me (I can’t comment on anything without abuse). Because I am an adult (twenty-eight) and enjoy adult themes once a while, they will literally delve into 18+ sites to get images of my characters, to plaster them over the forums (where minors might see). They act as hypocritical prudes who dislike adult themes whereas no doubt they watch porn once a while, however... because the game is 12+, they think I do erotic role play, which is wrong in a 12+ game - I don’t btw - so will use these 18+ images to try and have people hate me, using convincing stories while spreading rumors etc. So even though I became a good role player with a flawless character history.. they still hated me.
I actually turned bitter at one point and became an elitist myself... until I realised how I had previously felt. It wasn’t nice to be ridiculed and laughed at, to be ignored and shooed away, so I stopped being elitist and started to... just.. just actually enjoy myself. Having been on the receiving end of the hatred and humility of being NEW TO ROLE PLAY RULES and being new to LORE, having been ridiculed... when I realised people were in the same boat... I stopped. I stopped commenting on ‘bad role play’ and instead focused on helping people. I became open to everybody and accepted all role play (Within reason - no godemoting etc). These days I role play with anybody and enjoy that.
Yes, I despise elitism at best.
Well, I don’t hate it, I just... I rather people play to have FUN... NOT role playing for standards, not playing to look good, none of that “I must make an icon to look good!” or “I must use fancy text!” or “I must do paragraphs!” as I noticed on tumblr when I joined four or so years ago (i don’t mind these things... however, I just hate that it’s become a standard to look good)... None of that. Where is the fun when you have to be forced to do certain things to be accepted?
I just want people to have FUN. Fun is why we’re here. Fun is why we make these blogs. Sure, have standards, help people out if their lore is off or their character has role play flaws but... don’t be a jerk. Accept newbies. Accept all histories. Accept PEOPLE. We’re all people, most with damn anxiety of interacting with others. Why? BECAUSE PEOPLE HAVE STUPID STANDARDS. No, some standards are good, it’s when you start dictating things that it gets bad, saying you won’t role play with people who are -this- or -that- or have an undeveloped character or a ‘bad’ character. Hey, they might be looking to develop their character but don’t have the chance because they’re new or unknowing to most lore, meaning some people won’t accept them.
Help people. Give advice. Don’t just write “I ignore badrp”. Actually get out there and make this place better.
It is nice to see a well laid out thread but... do you ever think what appearance it sets to some? Some of us, like me, get super scared of not being good enough. I’m not saying a good layout is bad (I LOVE good layouts) but... maybe have a notice somewhere that you don’t mind certain things, that you are friendly etc? I feel so disheartened to find a great character, a great blog, only to have STRICT RULES and no hint to the person behind the monitor.... It’s off putting and rather scary, so i don’t even bother following said person because they seem like an elitist robot.
I see private blogs and instantly get put off of ever trying to interact because... I feel I’m not GOOD ENOUGH. That my icons aren’t good enough, that my writing isn’t good enough, that my character isn’t good enough. I understand wanting to only role play with mutuals (I really do)... but... some people go too far. They become wrapped up in elitism and start to LOOK DOWN upon others who aren’t ‘good enough. I don’t bother with these private blogs because I feel I will never be good enough, so I just don’t chance it.
We are all here to have fun. DO NOT LET YOURSELF BECOME AN ELITIST. Just have fun HOW YOU WANT. Do what you bloody well want and whoever accepts that will have fun with you. Don’t worry about judgement of the ‘better’ people. Just. Have. Fun. Have a million Pokemon. Have a tragic history. Do what you want. Just. Have. Fun. And the fun people will come to you.
After being subjected to such hate on Warcraft, I was fucking PETRIFIED of Tumblr. At first my blog was just a personal one, but I realised tumblr had an RP scene and got interested, made Shay... then once I realised people were elitist in this fandom too, I got scared. I was sad too that elitism had crept here also. Again, I don’t mind people who feel the need to have perfectly made threads and who have standards.. I just hate knowing that some people are really elitist and only RP with ‘the best’. This isn’t a competition. This is a hobby for fun.
I used to role play for fun but I was burned and ridiculed and it took a lot of personal effort and struggle to change my mindset from becoming like the people of hatred to the more open person I am now. I did become like them and I am ashamed I did.
So if you’re ever nervous and scared of talking to me or interacting... Just take that step forwards and know who I am; an open, non-elitist, accepting RPer who will role play with anybody and everybody because I believe role play is for fun.
I’m here to have fun. I know you are.
#ooc#please read... lmao#i suck but still#here have a rant#rp#pokemon rp#role play#roleplay#sorry its so long.. but still. read it.
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