Love the thought of Mhin’s monster being terrifying; a true threat to your (the MC’s) safety, an insurmountable burden that has destroyed Mhin’s life and that’s why they are so desperate for a cure.
But also…
Thinking about Androcles removing the thorn from the lion’s paw…
The thought that maybe if the monster doesn’t successfully kill you the first time, it will recognize you the second.
That transformation looks like it hurts. Before, after, during.
The idea that it will be a slow process, a dangerous one, but if you can survive, if you can calm it down–
Preening broken feathers. A slow and methodical process, but your heart beats like you’re running for your life. You keep retreating, feather by feather, because you’re not sure how stable this moment of calm is, how long you have before it will try to kill you again.
You gain Mhin’s trust the same way. Slow and methodical. Showing your hands at all times. No sudden movements.
Mhin knows you ran into their Monster–knows that you know. They hate the thought of putting this much faith in another person but they hate the thought that the monster might get out and harm people even more. You could be an ally in this too, they suppose…
They hand over a key to their safe house, show you how to use the security measures they have in place for when they transform. They explain to you how to safely lock them inside–it can be done from either side effectively but Mhin never gives any thought to which side of the door you’d choose to be on…
You start asking Kuras for medical supplies, unable to give any information regarding why you need them. You see someone selling hunting birds and carrier pigeons in the market so you ply them for information, paying them back by shelling out a ridiculous amount of money on whatever care products look like they might be moderately useful.
More preening broken feathers. It seems to–they–seem to understand that you mean to help, now. The process becomes easier. You start carefully removing bits of broken glass you find embedded into them–you’re not sure how it got there, if the glass is something mystical or if they went on a little rampage before you were able to lead them into the safe house. Maybe they’re just like a regular bird and they ran into something by accident. Maybe it’s been there for years because no one’s been around (or able to) take it out.
Does it hurt Mhin, too?
You’re even more determined with that thought, though you have to be so-very-careful because if you startle or hurt them, they become agitated. You’re not sure if they would hurt you on purpose anymore, but they sure as hell could kill you by accident.
It burns your heart to leave some pieces in before Mhin changes back, but you know you have to. You can’t help if you don’t stay safe. And Mhin always makes you promise to look after yourself when they can't.
Mhin transforms back and realizes that it didn’t take so much from them this time, that the usual pain is a little lesser, that they still ache but it isn’t debilitating. They write it off at first but the thought sits at the back of their mind. Filling them with unrest. A thorn in their side that they cannot quite reach...
They go to their safe house to check how the locks are holding up and they notice some things. A large basin for water. Your supplies. A music box, of all things.
Needless to say, they’re horrified. They demand to know what you’re doing. Are you trying to get yourself killed?
“I knew you had no sense but–”
You assure them that you’re taking every precaution.
Besides, aren’t you doing the right thing? It’s totally logical that they (–it , Mhin insists) can get thirsty, of course Mhin is feeling better when they aren’t being locked in an empty room deprived of water half the time.
The monster looks so sad, now that they aren’t trying to hurt you. As they became more used to you, you began to see the parts where they and Mhin overlap. Shared habits. The way they settle down to sleep at night is the same…
Mhin hates the monster inside of them, but you don’t.
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I think about modern au sometimes. But not even modern, more like y2k 2002 Europe au
Anyways regardless of the time period I have thoughts about cars. Coz I think someone's car is just SO indicative of personality. Unfortunately, I'm not sure about Judit (it's probably just a car:tm:?) but for the men I have
This type of shit for Harry. Car that's way too small for him, second hand cheap, still going despite all the shit he's put it through. Whatever time period this au takes place in, Harry's car is at LEAST twenty years old (not vintage though. it's just old enough to be uncool). It's an absolute trash pile on the inside. It's got carpeted interiors, and it has that dirty car smell (kinda' smells like dirty dog and dirt). there is some kind of sickly sweet bubblegum car air freshener in there. He cannot keep it clean for the life of him. The speakers rattle. It only uses CDs if it's modern 2020s age. He drives erratically, like he's driving according to a set of Harry-road-rules, and always knows exactly what to get away with and when. He's a boss at finding parking. He knows every single place in the city to park, and he knows how to work the payed spots to not pay, etc. He's obsessed with it and if anyone tries to get him a different one he gets so upset about it. He tends to forget to take it in to get checked and then gets worked up about it, so recently he sets alarms to remember that haha. the car is kinda' as fucked as harry is, but it keeps trucking and keeps trying, just like harry
this pic is of Saul's car from Better Call Saul / Breaking Bad
Jean has a black secondhand Audi s8 (he does Not have the salary for it to be anything but secondhand). Basically he has an imposing, government looking vehicle. If he was in the USA and not in small tiny European streets and ex-bomb shelter parking garages a la Germany, he'd have an SUV. As is, this is still a horrendously large vehicle, and he often parks it in the worst places possible. He prefers to park on the sidewalk, for example. No parking space? No problem. He makes it work. He tries to keep the car clean to maintain his professional exterior but it's kinda dirty on the inside anyways. Crumbs and trash and the like. Sticky. It's leather on the inside at least. He cleans it if he knows someone's going to ride with him but sometimes it kinda falls apart. So it's like it has this veneer of luxury but then if you look closer it's not. Smells like cigarette smoke and cologne-adjacent car air freshener. He drives aggressively as fuck, always switching lanes, following the ambulance to get past traffic, speeding up when he sees a yellow light, barely stopping at stop signs, etc. He also gets horrendous road rage. The vehicle has a few scrapes. He takes care of it, though. Makes sure it gets all its visits to the car vet and is surprisingly knowledgeable about its issues
2002 and 2020 versions respectively
Kim's car is immaculate. He drives a Volkswagen GTI R, like top of the line European sports car right here. He likes color, so he'll allow himself to drive a red car. I drive this car (it's my parents car), and the handling is super tight and super responsive and it's a beast on the road. Like you really feel strapped into a Machine and you trust it to hell and back. As German cars go, it's hard to upkeep it without taking it into the shop, and it might require some special care. I just think Kim would have a very sports car, but not a typical one, and not at all modified (except for the speakers. He gets the car with the speakers that have a subwoofer in the back). He saved up for this. He keeps his car super clean, it's got leather interiors, and he is Super strict about it. You can't eat or drink anything but water there. No smoking. Don't touch the windows or I'll make you clean them, etc. No car air freshener. He polishes this thing. He also does work on it himself instead of taking it to the mechanic. It's a Really Healthy Car. He also talks to it. He drives faster than speedlimit sometimes. Like he'll drive really well, according to road laws, but sometimes he'll take risks. He plays the 'i'm a cop' card if he gets caught
2002 and 2019 respectively
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okay more on jackson’s senior center based off this post:
- it started as just miss shirley and her best friend darla wanting to live together and asking maria if she could maybe find a house for them to settle in together instead of living apart
- before this, mama shirley and darla would have to walk five houses each way to see each other for afternoon tea, which just won’t do. mama shirley is 92 and darla is 90 now, and both of them are too old to be have to walking that much everyday, mama shirley tells maria. she quickly and vehemently agrees
- maria has the idea of fixing a house up for jackson’s senior citizens to live in if they’d like to. it takes a lot of unnecessary convincing to get the council to dedicate one of jackson’s best houses to a maximum of five people, but maria gets it done. they pick one of the few houses that are placed in the farther back part of jackson, near the farm and the daycare center, so that it can be far-reaching from the entrance of jackson
- the first people to movie in are shirley and darla, who share a room on the second floor (thanks to tommy replacing the stairs in the house with a reliable ramp with a wall-attached handlebar)
- gary moves in not long after he breaks his left hip while herding the goats. he likes that the house is designed to be wheel-chair access and far away from most people in town. he also likes it because he can be close to darla, who he has feelings for, but nobody knows about that except for tommy and joel
- mr. wilson moves in on maria’s insistence that he’ll get hurt if he continues to live alone and try to do everything himself. his name is harold, but he insists that anyone younger than him calls him mr. wilson on account of maintaining a respectful distance. he’s a grumpy, gruff old asshole that reminds joel more of bill than bill himself, but he’s also known to do anything and everything maria tells him with only a small amount of grumbling. somehow, she convinces him to move in after he accidentally sets his kitchen on fire trying to make himself a pocketknife (which?????? maria still doesn’t have an answer for????? why harold was trying to do that????)
- last but not least is sandra dee, jackson’s oldest and most enigmatic member. nobody really knows where she came from or what her story is: she’s the only one of jackson’s seniors that managed to get to town on her own, arriving to town at 94 about a year after its founding with nothing but a backpack and three handguns. she clamed to be sandra, but they’re not entirely sure if sandra dee is her real name. she hums songs from musicals all the time and has expressed that grease was always her favorite. at least once a month she requests to go hunting with patrol and gets mad when maria tells her no
- senior center tea: shirley and darla have longstanding beef with sandra dee because she always cheats at cards during game night, shirley knows about gary being sweet on darla but is lowkey jealous about it because SHE is sweet on darla, and everyone thinks mr. wilson has a thing for maria but he actually told her in confidence last month that he is actually sweet on gary. mama shirley and mr. wilson can’t STAND each other
- tommy calls the seniors the jackson five. all of them call him thomas. he and joel bring them all basic living supplies at least once a week, but are known to be around there pretty often
tsym for anyone having interest in this pls feel free to add anything u want!!
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