#(also why he usually gives them a good amount if not more of supplies to take care of things too afterwards)

[fishymedic]

Speaking of him knowing most patients can't or won't tend to things like stitches- the skill he has in that department and often it'll heal up seamlessly. (Depending on injury, location and how they heal) Which is also to say probably spent extra coin frequently to do his best for dissolvable stitches.

Because it's not like he always was able to say 'okay see me in x amount of time to get them out.' That said he had to work with what was available and sometimes it wasn't an option. (He did try to reserve them for specific cases but they certainly don't last long)

[m3hgumi]

— when you have period cramps pt 2

a/n: check out part 1 to this here!

pairings: yuta okkotsu x f!reader, toge inumaki x f!reader, nanami kento x f!reader

genres: fluff, comfort, so much fluff bye

word count: 729

yuta okkotsu

bro was SO STRESSED 😭

first time you were doubled down in pain clutching onto yourself on the sofa in the common room of the dorm he thought you were dying

“oh my god y/n are you okay? why are you laying down like that? is something hurting you? tell me where it hurts, i swear i’ll beat up whoever tried to hurt yo-“

“babe calm down and just get me a heating pad from maki. please.”

“on it 🫡” HES LITERALLY SO CUTE PLEASEKWKSKS

usually he’d stay by your side bringing you snacks whenever you asked or just talked to distract you from the pain

this later turned into hour long video calls during his downtime when he started training with miguel overseas

he’d talk for as long as he could, sharing the new food he tried, what miguel has been teaching him, and updates on the mission that led him there

because of the time difference and also how busy he was, he wasn’t able to reach you as often as he’d like to

he’d apologize for not being able to physically be there to comfort you, which you would wave off with a laugh because there isn’t really anything that could be done about it

he was trying his best though and that’s all that mattered to you 😪

inumaki toge

like itadori he was also very confused at first as to why you were wincing in pain while walking awkwardly towards him

he’d calmly ask you if you got hurt anywhere, with his hands reaching to you as he thought you were about to fall over

once the two of you got to somewhere more comfortable (like the common room or his dorm), you begin to explain where the pain was coming from

he could only sympathize with you, giving a worrisome and concerning look

but now he also realizes why maki gets snappier than usual on a particular week of the month 🤭

from then on he would be your personal errand boy, grabbing pads, chocolate, or any other good you’re craving from the store whenever you asked

he’d let you lay your head in his lap as you kept the heating pad on your lower stomach

he’d get you to watch youtube videos and tiktoks with him (anything you like)

if your cramps were getting particularly bad, he’d gently take your hand and draw circles on it in an attempt to ease the pain

if you’re comfortable with it he’d also do the same on your stomach (where the pain was really coming from)

though he can’t really endlessly talk to you to distract from the pain, his warming presence was more than enough to lull your mind from the pain

nanami kento

over the years he’s gotten very good at helping you get through shark week

like megumi he also has your period tracker synced to his phone so he can be notified of when he should stock up on supplies (ie. pads, compresses, snacks, pain meds, etc.)

he’ll also try (keyword: try) to not go into overtime at work so he could as much time with you as possible

also like megumi he isn’t fazed by your emotional outbursts or mood swings, as he knows its just the pain getting the better of you at times

if you don’t usually have an appetite while you’re on your period, he’ll cook you a small meal and slowly feed it to you, making sure you actually ate it before going back into the kitchen again

he’ll also try to limit the amount or cravings (chocolate and chips) you eat during the week and replace them with healthier options like fruit (ok health icon nanami 🙄) since he doesn’t want you having a stomachache after eating all of those sweets

also because it mildly reminds him of gojos gross sugar intake

if your feet or shoulders are aching, he’ll gladly give you massages to ease the tension in those areas

if you get bored of the shows on tv then he will read to you until you fall asleep

his reading voice, typically dull and monotone, rings music to your ears as your consciousness begins to slip away, resulting in your eyelids coming closer together to let you fall into a peaceful sleep (i should maybe shut up now)

© m3hgumi 2023. all rights reserved. do not copy, modify, or repost my works anywhere

[paintedkinzy-88]

I have a 12AM idea that I’ll never do anything with but I want everyone to suffer with me.

When Splinter got the Rise boys, he assumed their ages based on their size: Raph was oldest, then Donnie, then Leo, and then Mikey. And April was their big sister. They’ve lived by this standard, it has always been true, no one has questioned it, and everyone ultimately likes their role!

Ya got big, protective, teddy bear older brother; book smart, chaotic, but also very protective older twin; street smart, also chaotic, gremlin child, gay younger twin; and the emotionally smart, empathetic, impressionable, heart of the group youngest.

Then Mikey befriends/reverse-adopts Draxum. Who looks at them like they are stupid when he hears this family dynamic... And proceeds to absolutely shatter their world. ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Leo hatched first, by a significant amount of time, making him the oldest, then Raph, then Donnie, and Mikey stays the youngest. Like so many other TMNT iterations. Rise!Splinter just got it wrong.

Cutting so this isn’t super long on my page:

Now Raph is struck with this realization that he may be the biggest brother, but he is not the big brother. And that’s been like. His thing. Protecting his younger bros, always being there for his younger bros, keeping this damn family in line, laying down punishments and lectures and the such when need to or when Splinter isn’t there. But that’s no longer his responsibility. That was never his responsibility. But he doesn’t want to give that up! He doesn’t think he CAN tone that down and be more carefree (more than he already is I mean, bro is still a kid).

Donnie has been shot down from his title of big brother and oldest twin. He is now one of the youngest. He may not be as commanding as Raph, but he was sure as shit the second in command a lot of the time. Aside from his chaotic, semi-lethal tendencies, Raph could usually trust him to keep himself and the others in line when it really matters. Heck, Donnie was probably the one Raph took to the surface the most to get supplies once he hit a less shy age, because Donnie wouldn’t wonder off like the others. But now, what he has known as truth is not accurate at all. He’s more shaken by the fact they’ve all been wrong for their entire lives, and that he’s the younger twin (no, he’s not even a twin at all, why does that freak him out so much), so he doesn’t really fear any relationship between them changing.

Leo has the most dramatic change though… He’s one of the goofballs! Both a younger brother and a middle child, thriving in the childish chaos and vague invisibility as he’s able to generally be silly and not face consequences. He doesn’t have those expectations on him, nor does he want it like Raph does! But now, he’s been shoved to the top. Is he supposed to be like Raph now? Does he have to take total control? Be more responsible, more genuinely confident, more practical? The thought alone is stressing him tf out. He was already questioning his role on the team, he doesn’t need to feel like he’s REALLY been doing less than he should have been!

Meanwhile, Mikey’s watching his family fall apart and bicker and stress themselves out.

Ultimately, they decide it doesn’t fuckin matter. They are comfortable in their family roles, and that doesn’t need to change. The whole situation may have brought some concerns to light (namely: Raph’s stress, Leo’s insecurity and invisibility, Donnie’s need to fix everything to support them all, and Mikey’s overwhelming emotional empathy) but that’s probably for the better!

Still, that bombshell definitely screwed up the family for a good few weeks while they figured themselves out all over again.

[sil3ntfr34k]

I cannot sleep and having postal brain rot 🫶

Postal 1 Dude Boyfriend Headcanons

• Homie has been living alone with his borderline psychopathic thoughts since he was about 19, absolutely 0 social skills. But he kinda likes it like that, although it’s not good for him, but when has anyone ever liked what’s good for them???

• It was a miracle that you ever saw him to begin with. This man hasn’t left his run down home in 3 weeks and you just so happened to catch him at the grocery store buying ‘supplies’ as he calls it. You had helped him find a certain canned item (he doesn’t eat a lot so he needs something that will last for a while) and also helped him at the check out.

• Romantic love is a very foreign concept to him. As someone who doesn’t feel a lot of emotions other than fear and confusion, anything that makes him happy is something he so desperately wants to keep around. So meeting you was like a breath of relief

• It’s very hard for him to understand what he’s feeling, the constant mood swings don’t help either. One minute he’s spiraling downward, but when he thinks of you, he’s suddenly overwhelmed with this warm comforting feeling. For a while he’s convinced you must’ve put a spell on him, before you finally visit his house

• Champ, his baby boy, immediately takes a liking to you, his strong tail hitting against and knocking things over around him as he approaches you to give you sloppy kisses. Since Champ is sort of like a emotional support dog, Dude trust his judgement which ultimately leads him to be more comfortable around you

• It takes a longgggg time before Dude even thinks about getting into a relationship with you. He’s never felt this way about someone and it terrifies him. Being anti social and all makes him very skittish, so you’ll have to ease him into such a intimate relationship

• As the relationship progresses, you really start to see why no one ever talks to him. He’s weird. Like, he has a concerningly large dead animal collect, even feeding them to Champ if his food gets too low and Dude is too paranoid to leave the house. Dude also has a large weapons collection with some military grade stuff. Not to mention his expansive knowledge of the human body after death and the various ways to skin various animals (and humans, but he hasn’t told you that yet)

• Since this whole relationship thing is new to Dude, he has no idea what to do or how to do it. He never plans dates, doesn’t give you any big gifts, and hardly ever says “I love you”. Although he does love to have you around and hold you when he’s comfortable enough with it.

• The amount of illness this guy has baffles you. It’s like he’s nothing but a sick mind and weak mindset. Good luck trying to give him any sort of medication, he will run away and lock himself in the bathroom with Champ. Fully believes that any sort of pill will make ‘corrupt’ him, especially if it’s from a pharmacy.

• Having to deal with this guy during any sort of episode is EXHAUSTING. Yes you love him, but everyone has their limits. His schizophrenic episodes are the worst of them. They usually force him into a paranoid and clouded state, his mood becoming fragile and his actions more aggressive. Usually during these episodes he believes that there are people out to hurt him, to kill him, so he has to kill them first. It’s a doozy and a half trying to stabilize Dude, desperately trying to tell him he’s safe in a his home and getting Champ to sit with him.

• It’s very hard to get Dude outside of his house. His paranoia always gets the best of him and drives him right back inside the familiarity of his run down walls. Wanna go for a walk around the city to bond with him more? Good luck with that. Wanna go grocery shopping with him because he’s been living off the same can of peas for 3 days now? He’d rather starve. Wanna go shopping for his wardrobe? He has enough clothes. Although you could probably lure him out with the promise of bone hunting with him in the local forest area.

• There aren’t many dates with Dude. The entire relationship is mainly just you two relaxing on his couch watching tv. Of course y’all still do ‘fun’ things like playing board games and helping him clean up around his house, but it’s mostly just sitting in peace with him. It may not seem like a lot to you, but to him it’s the most calm and relaxed he’s been in years

• Dude doesn’t give many gifts, but he likes to give you little wooden figures he’s made. Living alone for years and having nothing but free time really gives you the ability to learn a new skill. He took up widdling and wood carving as a hobby to make hard chew toys for Champ since those rubber bones never lasted and the real bones were too expensive. Dude will give you little shiny rocks he found around the house too. He’s kinda like a crow, shiny attractive

• Trying to cuddle or hug Dude is a task. Due to his childhood, he thinks anytime someone is going to touch him it’s gonna hurt. You’re gonna have to ask him, and then slowly reach out for him. Any sudden movements will make him nervous

• Despite all these bad traits, he’s rather clingy and possessive of you. Sure he doesn’t want you to touch him a lot, but he still wants you around. Just having you in his house is like having his own personal angel. Anytime you want to leave he gets incredibly sad and starts to make up excuses of why you can’t leave. “The evil ones, they’ll hurt you if you step foot out there! Stay here with me, where it’s safe.“

ok that’s all I can think of I sleep now

[miamochi-writes]

hihi! can you write vash being with an artist and them needing to finish a commission since they're running low on money and ends up pulling multiple all-nighters, not really taking care of themselves and vash like forces them to take a break? (college is killing me rn :,)) thanks !!

A/n: Ooo I can sort of relate to this, just mainly the all-nighters :’) Also hope you don't mind Vash giving the reader some much needed TLC ❤️Enjoy!

A Break from Perfectionism

“Ugh, why does the chin look weird?”

“Now the eyes aren’t leveled,”

“Hands are the worst to draw!"

"Why do they still look wonky? They shouldn't look like this!"

You kept muttering to yourself as you tried to sketch on your drawing pad. You were limited on supplies, so this drawing had to be perfect. You already used up most of your supplies at the last town with your previous commissions. You already spent most of your double dollars to restock on the set of charcoal sticks and sketch paper you used. Just like clothes, art supplies were expensive to buy in No Man's Land.

However, you managed to get one commission that would cover all your future expenses. One of the townsfolk noticed your portfolio and wanted a portrait of themselves. When they told you how much they were willing to pay, you nearly passed out from the amount of double dollars they held out in front of you. Of course, you couldn't say no to this commission and promised to work on it immediately. Usually, you would have finished this commission quickly since it was your only one. The only problem is, your perfectionism was getting in the way of making any progress. You needed this commission to be perfect. One second it would look great at a glance, but after five seconds, you would find a flaw upon closer inspection. Thus, you would fix the mistake with some erasing, sketching, or shading until you were satisfied. This process would repeat itself until you lost track of time. You were currently working on the face until you heard someone come inside your room.

“Y/n, you there?” A familiar voice asked. You didn’t need to look up. You recognized that voice from a mile away. You couldn’t afford to look away from your sketch as you were shading in the shadows of the person you drew.

“Yeah I’m here, what’s up Vash?” You asked as you started finishing up the last shade of the cheek. It wasn’t good, nor terrible, but it would do for now. After all, you were going to fix it again for the umpteenth time.

“I’m just checking in on you. How's it going with the artwork?” Vash asked as you could hear him walk closer to you. When Vash first asked about seeing your drawings, you were such a nervous wreck about him seeing your work. Now, you've grown used to him seeing your portfolio after you started dating each other. He was your muse whenever you had an art block. The way Vash expressed himself and his little mannerisms were perfect for you to draw.

"Wow, that looks amazing Y/n! This is probably your best one yet!" Vash complimented as you sighed.

"Thanks, I wish I could see this the way you do. It's not nearly finished. There are so many things wrong with this piece that I need to fix. The shading is all wrong on this part, and the face looks wonky at certain angles," you whined as you looked at the sketch again and started zoning in on all the flaws. The more you looked at the piece, the more you felt the urge to crumple up the paper and start over.

"Hey, don't be so harsh on yourself. You're a great artist, and everyone knows it. Why don't we take a break from this and work on it later?" he suggested, putting his hands on your tense shoulders.

"Vash I can't! I have to keep working on this. I need to finish this soon. I promised this person I would have it ready before we leave in a few days!" you argued.

"Y/n, you need a break. This isn't healthy for you. Besides, when was the last time you took a break? Did you even eat?" Vash persisted as you thought about how to answer those questions without worrying him.

"Uhhh...I took a mini break when Meryl checked in on me sometime ago. And I had a snack not too long ago," you answered vaguely. Before any of you could answer, your stomach growled loud enough for five seconds. Long and loud enough for Vash to hear. You immediately turned red at that moment, cursing your stomach and its terrible timing.

"Y/n, when exactly did you last eat something filling?" Vash asked. When you looked at him, you saw his glasses were glinting at you. This was not a good sign, as you knew he was dead serious if you couldn't see his pretty blue eyes anymore.

"When we all ate together?" you answered quietly. You then felt two strong hands on your waist. Next thing you knew, your feet were no longer touching the ground. Vash was carrying you over his shoulder with his prosthetic hand. It was at this moment, you knew there was no escaping your boyfriend if he had you in his prosthetic grip. You knew how strong he was with that arm in particular as he adjusted his grip on you.

"Vash please! I promise to take a break and eat later! Just please put me down!" you begged.

"Y/n, I can't believe you haven't eaten a proper meal in days! You're not leaving my sight until you eat and rest," Vash argued as you whined in defeat. Vash took you out from your room as you were covering your face in shame. You felt embarrassed being carried like this, and it didn't help people were going to see you and Vash like this.

"Wolfwood, make sure Y/n doesn't go in this room unless I say so. We'll be back later," Vash requested. You then saw Wolfwood waiting outside your room and placed his weapon in front of your room. He told Vash he'd watch over the place as you were in complete shock. Now there was no way you could sneak back into your room and continue working.

~*~

Vash brought you down to the hotel's dining room. You were a blushing mess when you saw a couple of people lounging there. It wasn't every day that Vash carried you over his shoulder, let alone in a public space where people could see. He finally set you down at a table for two where Meryl and Roberto sat. They then left once they saw Vash as the both of you took a seat. You could see two plates of freshly cooked Thomas meat in front of the two of you.

"Vash, is this for me?" you asked as he nodded.

"How? This must have cost a good chunk of our funds!" you added, feeling bad just looking at this meal.

"Y/n, you deserve to eat a warm meal. Plus, I don't mind spending money on you if it means sharing a meal with you like this. I haven't seen you in days since you started working on that piece," Vash explained. Oh how a wave of shame washed over you. You didn't realize how much time and energy you spent working on this commission. When you thought back to how Vash checked in on you earlier, you didn't even bother to look at him.

"I'm sorry Vash, I didn't mean to ignore you like that. I got so invested in working, I didn't realize how much time passed. I'll make it up to you somehow," you apologized.

"No I understand, just promise me to take breaks every now and then okay?" he replied with those sweet blue eyes that held so much love and kindness for you every day. You nodded your head and began to dig into your meal. The meat was succulent and tender with each bite you took. Your mouth was overwhelmed with flavor as your stomach was finally getting fed actual food.

"Vash this is so good! Thank you for getting this," you chimed as Vash smiled at how content you were.

"I'm glad you like it! Eat as much as you can, you need all the energy you can get for later," he replied before taking a bite of his meal. You didn't realize how hungry you were until you finished everything on your plate. Even Vash managed to wipe his plate clean as there were no scraps left behind. Once you were finished, Vash led you to his room while holding your hand with his warm cybernetic arm. Once you entered, he locked the room and led you to his bed.

"Y/n, when was the last time you slept? Be honest," Vash asked. Guilt-ridden, you averted your e/c eyes from your boyfriend. You already knew you didn't get a wink of sleep when you saw your dark circles in the reflection of your silverware earlier. Vash exhaled as he knew more or less the answer to his question. He then pulled you over to him as he held you close. Vash then caressed your cheek as his blue eyes locked on to yours. His eyebrows were furrowed with a small frown apparent on his beautiful face.

"Please take better care of yourself next time. I know I'm not great at taking care of myself, but I don't want you catching my habits too," Vash spoke. Your heart sunk as you rested your hand on his right cheek.

"I'm so sorry Vash, I will. The last thing I want to do was worry you. But you better take care of yourself too. We both can't be neglecting ourselves or each other. Promise me we'll both take better care of ourselves and each other?" you offered as Vash nodded with a smile growing on his face. His eyes gleamed as they crinkled from his smile that you loved ever so much.

You then kissed Vash gently on the lips as he pulled you closer to him. He rubbed small circles on your back as you melted into the kiss. Once you pulled away for air, Vash stared at you in such adoration as he slowly brushed his thumb on your cheek.

"I missed you so much Mayfly," he said as he laid down and pulled you with him. You loved it when he called you by your nickname. That name never failed to warm your heart as you showered Vash with butterfly kisses.

"Aw I missed you too my angel. I wished I was commissioned to draw you instead. I love to draw your beautiful face any chance I get," you cooed. Afterwards, Vash's cheeks were turning slightly pink as he wore a shy smile on his face before covering his face with both hands. He was a blubbering red mess the first time he heard you call him that. When you explained why you called him that, Vash nearly passed out from the overwhelming love and compliments you showered him with. When you first met him, you mistook him for an angel, because there was no way a human could look that pretty 24/7. When he saw your portraits of him in your sketchbook, he was in awe of how you drew him. How you perceived him in all your work was how Vash wanted to see himself in the mirror. Whether it was him smiling, laughing, or gazing, you always drew Vash in all his beauty. Plus, you always left little comments about how ethereal he was in your work that he practically melted. That nickname always turned Vash into absolute putty in your hands.

Vash then snuck a peak at you with his beautiful eyes as you chuckled at how childlike he was. He then grabbed your wrists and started massaging them slowly. All the pain building up from all the late night sketches and awkward positioning of your wrists was finally alleviated.

"How's that Mayfly?" he asked as he continued massaging you from your wrists to your hands and lastly to your fingers. Every little rub and massage he did brought so much relief to you. Your muscles and joints were slowly relaxing with each touch. You had no idea you were so tense earlier. If it wasn't for Vash, you probably would have gotten carpal tunnel syndrome much earlier. Once Vash finished, he planted kisses on both hands.

"How did you know?" you asked him.

"You were stiff when I first saw you today. Plus, your movements were rigid when we were eating earlier. Did my massage help?" he asked as you kissed him once more.

"More than you know," you replied as Vash brought you to his chest and kissed your lips and cheeks.

"Good, you deserve it after working so hard," Vash added. He then caressed the back of your head. He then slowly and gently ran his fingers through your hair. Furthermore, he rested his other arm on your back as you rested your head on top of his right chest. You loved hearing his heartbeat as it always calmed you down.

"Can we stay like this for awhile Angel?" you asked him.

"As long as you want Mayfly," he answered.

"Good, I think I'll take a quick nap on you if you don't mind," you added.

"Go ahead. I'll be right here. Sweet dreams my Mayfly," Vash wished as he planted one soft kiss on your head. Your eyes slowly got heavy as you drifted off to the sweet bliss of sleep. Once Vash made sure you were asleep, he slowly rested both his arms on top of your back and stared fondly at you. Oh how he missed having you in his arms these past few days. Vash loved and adored you every second. He knew how much this commission was stressing you out when he realized how important it was to you. Vash isn't the type to bother you while you work, but after not seeing you for days, he mustered up all the courage he had to knock on your door. The blonde was touch starved for days and missed seeing his favorite person. After all, you were his safe haven in this cruel world.

~*~

You woke up to see the sun setting. You looked to see Vash sleeping next to you as he held you by the waist. The minute you moved, Vash slowly stirred since he was such a light sleeper. Then those beautiful eyes slowly blinked at you as a smile crept on his lips.

"Sleep well?" he asked as you nodded.

"Good," he replied as he pecked your lips. Vash looked at the window and realized the time. He then walked you back to your room and allowed you to go back to work. Except, you would have to sleep with him later tonight, which you happily obliged. Wolfwood moved his weapon away as you walked inside. Once you settled in, you looked at the sketch you did and started redrawing the areas that bothered you. Once that was done, you started shading and outlining the prominent features with your charcoal sticks. Then, you started adding little touchups to the smaller details. Finally, you looked at the outcome of your work. You couldn't spot any mistakes after giving it a good look. Finally, you were done with this piece!

You immediately grabbed your things and ran to Vash's room. He was excited to see you once you knocked at his door. Once you changed clothes, showered, and brushed your teeth, the both of you got comfortable in each other's arms in bed. Despite how stressful the past few days were on you, you were grateful to have Vash intervene and take care of you. After today, you were not afraid to take a couple of much needed breaks. Especially if it meant Vash would be spending time with you during those said breaks.

@daschstuff @bunnigrimm

[green-alien-turdz]

What are your headcanons for the main five, if you dont mind answering. I really like your take on all of them (Especially Kyle!!) and id love to hear more of your takes on them, aside from what you include in your art.

I'm curious as to which headcanons you're really interested in, but I will do my best to try and cover as much ground as possible.

Keep in mind that this is all teen headcanon's (so like 17-18)

STAN: Doing his best to not fall apart at any moment. Home life is still pretty ass and Randy is a dickwad like always. Sharon is a good constant in his life, and she's become much more lenient with him over the years, knowing that he's got a lot of shit on his plate. Is still in Crimson Dawn because it helps him vent his frustrations. Worked rather hard to not be an alcoholic, but doesn't turn down drinking with Kyle, Cartman, and Kenny. Genuinely making an effort to try and take care of himself and trying to get Kyle to do the same. He is also going to be narrowly graduating by the skin his teeth with help from Wendy (who is simply a friend), and Kyle. He also became much more into protest groups, but to the dismay of his friends who are forced to watch hundreds of documentaries and listen to him read articles. (The intensity of this passion came from trying to find a purpose in life when he was at his worst, mentally.)

/\ Both like one another but have no clue where to go from there \/

KYLE: In desperate need of anger management classes. The pressure of always trying to be perfect and excel at everything caught up with him in about 6th grade, where he'd start trying to control every aspect of his life in the worst ways possible. Sheila and Gerald are completely blind to any of this, seeing as the grades never dropped, so they assume all is well. Despite that, he does still preach about self-care and the importance of letting out "pussy emotions" to the rest of his friends, who are all well aware of his issues (sh + ed) but aren't sure how to fix them. He is also Crimson Dawn's biggest supporter and is usually wearing the same shirt because he finds comfort in it.

CARTMAN: Thriving in his own sense. He still has an insane amount of unwarranted confidence, but he does still have some insecurities (the narcissism often cancels it out though). He has become more barrable with age, but that's not saying much. Somehow, he still can't grasp why no one outside of his friend group even likes talking with him. Has a thing for Wendy again, but it's very on again and off again between the two, seeing as Wendy will usually get bothered by him and then dip. Genuinely does care for his friends (in his own way), but masks it with insults and fighting. May or may not purposefully drive away all of his mom's boyfriends, afraid of losing her care and attention. - EXTRA: Worked at the sewerslide hotline as a joke for about a week before getting fired -

KENNY: Can't take a single thing seriously because if he does, it'll break him. Takes pride in being the most comedic person in the room, always trying to one up the next guy, typically with gross out humour. Spends most of his time away from home, unless it's to take care of Karen, but he often takes her out with him, even to his jobs. He still works at City Wok, but also picks up other odd jobs around town. Stan will also give him a shit ton of Randy's supply to sell around to minors as a way to get some extra cash. Similar to Stan, he's not doing so great school wise, seeing as he spends so much time working, and would rather be with friends in his free time, but Kyle also helps him to make sure that he's going to graduate. When it comes to his friendship with Marjorine/Butters, he's the main supporter, doing what he can to help out. -EXTRA: While he doesn't have time very often to do so, he does try and go out as Mysterion when possible)

BUTTERS/MARJORINE: Get this bitch out of her household now. After many years of uncomfortable confusion, finally came to the conclusion that being Marjorine was what she wanted. Despite an unaccepting homelife, she is very openly feminine once out in public, getting dressed into clothes she likes in public restrooms. Going to graze over the home abu$e we know occurs. She mainly hangs out with Kenny and everyone else when she can but spends a lot of time grounded. Getting a job at the mall has helped with being able to get some time to be herself. She also really enjoys being the guitarist in Crimson Dawn and is one of the few times she'll actually let negative emotions out. Although there is still the occasional outing as Professor Chaos.

As a whole, they're all still dickwads who love going around town and fucking shit up. They are NOT well liked because they're so obnoxious, and they're very likely going to be the ones behind random destruction and vandalism. They still love scheming and ruining the lives of others, but try to be less open about it as to avoid getting in trouble with the law as an adult.

(If you have any specific headcanon's you were looking for, feel free to send an ask! I'm not sure what it was you were looking for, so please let me know if I missed anything you were curious about.)

[rawbertchase]

house post nobody asked for: house md characters if they had a minecraft smp. i wanted to give them gamertags but im not smart enough so if anyone has ideas please add them i will love u forever ❤️❤️ if u want to add later season characters or minor characters pls also feel welcome

btw i was not writing this with the idea that they are a youtube smp just a friend smp

lisa cuddy: server admin. not actually a huge minecraft fan she prefers games where you kill monsters a lot and build skill trees etc but likes the smp community aspect with her gaming friends. built her base in the nether. usually trades with people for supplies she needs instead of going out to mine for them.

greg house: Ass Hole. the reason explosions are now disabled. usually not online at the same time as anyone else and if he is it's to bother wilson into giving him his best gear (only to go throw it into lava). actually really good at building when he bothers to make anything tho. occasionally gives really heartfelt gifts to other server members too.

james wilson: LOVES going mining. awful at building bases. paid house to build him a base. with real life money. refuses to disclose the amount. he also has a huge animal farm. probably really bad at combat tho despite having really good gear. one of the highest death counts on the server.

robert chase: always doing something that looks cool followed by smth idiotic a second later. Slays a zombie epically then falls down massive hole. lol. only person on the server to have every advancement. mid builder. has like a little corner in everyone's home.

allison cameron: loves making intricate and epic builds. wilson gifted her a pair of feather falling iv boots cause he was sick of seeing her die of fall damage all the time cause she's always building high up with no cares in the world!!! she's just here to build and sometimes tame some animals!!!!

eric foreman: only person on the server smart enough to use redstone. not even like.. that complex of redstone he just uses it a little bit and everyone is like Oh my god ur a geniusss. he plays pretty averagely besides that. he does refuse to build his own enchanting table tho, he just steals wilson's whenever he needs to use one. also a big fan of trading with villagers.

lawrence kutner: Why is this man wearing a leather chestplate and diamond boots. good god. and is that.... a Gold sword???? this man always has something strange going on but his base is gorgeous and luxurious. Huh.

remy hadley: built the nether travel hub bc she was so irritated when she joined the server and nothing was optimized. also knows how to use redstone but hasn't shown it off bc she's amused by the way everyone treats foreman. someday she'll build some fancy resource farms with it and shock them all with her modern minecrafter skills. for now she's content with her beachfront base.

chris taub: not really sure how he ended up playing minecraft. kind of a noob. watched a bunch of videos but still doesn't understand what he's doing. tags along whenever people are doing stuff. house built him a base out of sheer pity and taub has just been vaguely building more on the back of it. it's .... interesting, to say the least.

[braveclementine]

Chapter 8

Warnings: None, Readers under 18 can read this book. It is solely fluff- nothing sexual

Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.

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𝕳𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖞 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕴 were let out of the hospital wing on Monday and we went back to attending classes. It was a relief to be back with other people. Of course, Draco Malfoy imitated Harry and I falling off our brooms over and over again every time one of us walked past. It was really getting on my nerves.

I kept my cool though. Cedric had us training constantly so that we could potentially win against Ravenclaw. I had to keep turning back hours to complete multiple classes. I kept leaving a food basket in the woods though I hadn't seen Sirius in a long time. I conversed with Firenze and sometimes Ronan or Ivagio about the stars and the future. I visited Hagrid with either Ginny or Hermione. And also, my private lessons with my teachers, and occlumency with dad.

Occlumency left me shivery afterwards and usually frustrated. I was not good at it unless there was something I really didn't want dad to see- like my interactions with Snape or my dreams.

We didn't work on the Patronus charm anymore, occlumency seemed to be dad's priority. So, I had started working on the charm by myself in an abandoned classroom or in the forest. It was coming along much better than Occlumency was, though I hadn't produced a corporeal patronus yet.

The bell rang and I hurried from class. I wanted to go and pop in and say hi to dad real quick. He was up and teaching again. I hurried through the hallways but when I heard him talking to someone, I stopped quickly.

"Why did they have to come to the match?" It was Harry's voice- bitter.

"They're getting hungry." Dad said in a cool voice. "Dumbledore won't let them into the school, so their supply of human prey has dried up. . . I don't think they could resist the large crowd around the Quidditch field. All that excitement. . . emotions running high. . . it was their idea of a feast."

"Elizabeth saved me." Harry said suddenly. "Did you hear about that?"

"Yes." Dad said and he sounded proud. "I did hear about that as a matter of fact."

Harry was silent for a second. I waited and then, I turned and left. I didn't want to hear anymore.

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𝕽𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖜 𝖋𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖚𝖘 at the next match, much to my irritation. It had been a long, tiring game too. I'd managed to score a few goals though- nearly all of them- and I was glad because dad was watching today. Of course, like nearly every other game, I nearly broke my head open with a bludger.

But there were no injuries at the end of the game when the Ravenclaw seeker- Cho Chang- caught the snitch. We were disappointed, but now we could cheer on Gryffindor. I was a bit disappointed for another reason. It was barely even Christmas time and my Quidditch season was already over.

"There's always next year." Cedric said with a wistful look on his face.

Yes. I supposed there was always next year.

The days passed quickly despite turning back hours, probably because I needed time to slow down. I supposed I could've used the time turner to create more hours for homework, but I decided to use it only for getting to class. (Unless I got desperate. Only then would I use it for homework).

There was another Hogsmeade trip the last week before term and I wondered if I really even wanted to go. I decided I would, for a short amount of time, and then come back.

I went with Hermione and Ron and we left Harry behind. My bag was empty again and I was trying to think up different gifts for the others. Christmas was coming soon.

Ron and Hermione decided that we would stop inside Honeydukes first. I bought boxes of chocolates for each person I wanted to give a gift to.

I also got Pepper Imps and Ice Mice because I wanted to try them out and I hadn't bought them last time.

"What should we get for Harry?" Hermione asked Ron, looking around. We were in the Unusual Tastes section.

"How about those?" Ron asked, pointing at the blood-flavored lollipops.

"Ugh, no, Harry won't want one of those, they're for vampires, I expect." Hermione was saying.

I picked one up and said, "I wonder if they actually taste like blood."

"I wouldn't be surprised." Hermione said, shivering. I decided I'd buy it and try it out.

"How about these?" Ron said, picking up a jar of Cockroach Clusters and stuffed them under Hermione's nose.

A different voice made all of us jump. "Definitely not."

"Harry!" Hermione squealed, "What are you doing here? How- how did you-?" Hermione looked like she may have a heart attack.

"Wow!" Ron said with a very impressed look on his face, "you've learned to Apparate!"

I giggled.

"'Course I haven't." Harry said. He dropped his voice and said, "Fred and George got this map from Filch. It shows all the different secret passageways and stuff. Anyways I found a secret passage from the cellar of Hogsmeade to Hogwarts."

"Wicked." I said, grinning.

"How come Fred and George never gave it to me!" Ron said, outraged, "I'm their brother!"

"But Harry isn't going to keep it!" Hermione said in an astonished voice, "He's going to hand it in to Professor McGonagall, aren't you, Harry?"

"No, I'm not!" Harry said a bit loudly.

"Are you mad?" Ron said, looking at Hermione as though she were mad. "Hand in something that good?"

"If I hand it in, I'll have to say where I got it! Filch would know Fred and George had nicked it!" Harry said, arguing the logic.

I felt my stomach twist. While I knew Hermione wasn't going to tell, I felt nervous in real time. Imagine Fred and George reluctantly giving it over, and then being in trouble only hours later.

"But what about Sirius Black!" Hermione hissed and I very nearly rolled my eyes. "He could be using one of the passages on that map to get into the castle! The teachers have got to know!" That was a good point too.

I intervened. "Hermione, Sirius is never going to use that secret passage."

We looked at each other for a second and Hermione tentatively asked, "Are you positive?"

I was silent for a moment, thinking. It was true, he would never use this passage ever. But in the end, he would use the passageway under the Whomping Willow. I only knew this because I was concentrating really hard. I wondered briefly if he was staying in the Shrieking Shack right now. . ."Yes, I'm positive." I finally said, hoping that I wasn't lying.

"Fine." Hermione sighed. Ron showed Harry around the shop while we paid for our sweets. "You are sure, right?" Hermione whispered in my ear.

I simply nodded. We headed out into the cold while Ron and Hermione pointed out different shops. I wondered if we could go into the Three Broomsticks. There were no dementors around, they were floating up very high in the sky.

Ron finally voiced the opinion that we should go into the Three Broomsticks, and so we went in. I looked around curiously. I'd never been inside before.

There were high beams crossing the roof made of wood. There were many wooden tables and booths scattered around the room in neat rows. Christmas trees decorated the corners of the room. In the back was a bar with stools and a young woman with blond hair was serving customers from behind it. She was thin and curvy and had a very pretty face. Her full lips were coloured red and she was obviously wearing mascara.

"That's Madam Rosmerta." Said Ron, who had gone red in the face. "I'll get the drinks, shall I?"

I giggled again as he set off for the bar. Harry, Hermione, and I went into the back corner of the room into an empty booth. We were near the fireplace and there was a Christmas tree that was by us. Ron came back about five minutes later, even redder than he'd been when he'd left us, carrying two tanks of butterbeer in each hand.

He handed Hermione and I our tankards. The tankards were made of glass and I could feel the heat coming through the material. I'd never actually had butterbeer before and was excited. Dad had always said that my first sip should be here with friends, no matter how many times I'd asked for the drink before. I realized now, that he was right. I was going to have to tell him.

"Merry Christmas!" Ron said, lifting his tankard and we all clinked ours together.

We all drank and I realized that it was one of the best things I had ever tasted. It was sweet, but not overly sweet, and hot so that it filled the insides of your body from head to toe. But I felt something was coming and on a premonition, I grabbed the tankard from Harry's hands.

The other three looked at me in shock and I hissed, "Get under the table now." At the same time, the doors opened and in came Professors McGonagall, Flitwick, and Hagrid. Hagrid was talking to the Minister of Magic- Fudge.

Harry quickly ducked under the table. At least now he wasn't going to be dripping with butterbeer.

"Hermione." I hissed again, "The tree."

Hermione whispered, "Mobiliarbus!" And the Christmas tree rose a few inches off the ground, landing in front of our table, hiding us all from view.

I could feel Harry's body against my leg (Hermione and Ron were sitting across from me). I handed him down his tankard of butterbeer so he could drink it- if he wanted to. I took another sip of the drink, mostly for something to do. Stupid Harry. Should've brought the damn Invisibility Cloak.

There was a click of heels and I heard a voice I'd never heard before say, "A small gillywater?"

"Mine." Professor McGonagall's voice said crisply.

"Four pints of Mulled Mead?"

"Ta, Rosmerta." Came Hagrid's boisterous voice.

"A cherry syrup and soda with ice and umbrella?"

"Mmm!" Professor Flitwick said, smacking his lips and I burst into silent giggles and muffled my mouth against my arm.

"So you'll be the red currant rum, Minister." Madam Rosmerta finished off.

"Thank you, Rosmerta, m'dear." Fudge said. "Lovely to see you again, I must say. Have one yourself, won't you? Come and join us. . ."

"Well, thank you very much, Minister." Rosmerta said and there was the sound of heels leaving and then heels returning and another chair being pulled up to the table.

I twitched my leg nervously. How long were the teachers going to be here?

"So, what brings you to this neck of the woods, Minister?" Rosmerta asked.

"What else, m'dear, but Sirius Black? I daresay you heard what happened up at the school at Halloween?" Fudge said a few moments after she'd asked the question.

"I did hear a rumor." Madam Rosmerta said.

"Did you tell the whole pub, Hagrid?" Professor McGonagall asked in an exasperated voice.

"Do you think Black's still in the area, Minister?" Rosmerta asked and so Hagrid never answered the question.

"I'm sure of it." Fudge said shortly.

"You know that the dementors have searched the whole village twice? Madam Rosmerta said, an icy edge to her voice. "Scared all my customers away. . . It's very bad for business, Minister."

Fudge sounded uncomfortable as he answered, "Rosmerta, m'dear, I don't like them any more than you do. Necessary precaution unfortunate, but there you are. . . I've just met some of them. They're in a fury against Dumbledore- he won't let them inside the castle grounds."

"I should think not." Professor McGonagall said in a sharp voice, "How are we supposed to teach with those horrors floating around?"

I shuddered at the thought of the dementors floating around the school. I'm sure I'd be embarassing myself even further, fainting every day and whatnot. I made a mental note to practice the patronus charm more than I already was.

"Hear, hear!" Professor Flitwick squeaked in a high pitched voice.

"All the same. . ." Fudge said, "If that girl you talked about would just give us something. . ."

I straightened up and stared at them- well where they would've been if the tree wasn't there. Hermione and Ron looked at me quickly too.

"Girl?" Madam Rosmerta asked in a curious voice, "What girl are you talking about?"

"Her name is Elizabeth Kane." Professor McGonagall said crisply and my cheeks flushed with embarrassed colour. Hermione and Ron looked at me quickly.

"According to Dumbledore, she can see the future." Fudge said. "Now if only she would direct her thoughts towards Black's capture, perhaps we'd have caught him by now."

"Now see here, Minister." Hagrid said in a sharp, almost cold voice, "Elizabeth ain' a tool. She's jus' a student like teh others."

I felt a special love towards Hagrid at that moment.

"Yes." Professor McGonagall said, also in a cold voice, "She has other things to be worried about. It is not her business to catch Sirius Black."

"I've never met this girl." Madam Rosmerta said, in a fascinated voice.

I shifted in my seat, looking down at the table, clenching my butterbeer tankard. Hermione and Ron made a point of not looking at me as well.

"She's the smartest student we have up at the school." Professor McGonagall said, "She's a third-year in Hufflepuff. She's very close with Harry Potter."

"Oh!" Madam Rosmerta said. "Of course, she's the girl in the article about whether or not she was Harry Potter's sister!"

"Tha' would be her." Hagrid said.

We all looked at each other nervously. My leg was bouncing up and down, rubbing against Harry's shoulder.

"Anyways." Fudge said dismissively, getting to the reason of why he was here. "I'd much rather she see something anyways. But the original point, the dementors are here for protection. We all know what Black is capable of, of course."

"I still have trouble believing it, you know." Madam Rosmerta said in a voice of those who were reminiscing about past events, "Of all the people to go over to the Dark Side, Sirius Black was the last I'd have thought. . . I mean, I remember him when he was a boy at Hogwarts. If you'd told me then what he was going to become, I'd have said you'd had too much mead."

"You don't know the half of it, Rosmerta." Fudge said, "The worst he did isn't widely known."

"The worst?" Madam Rosmerta asked, "Worse than murdering all those poor people, you mean?"

Well, duh, I thought but didn't say.

"I certainly do." Fudge said matter of factly.

"I can't believe that. What could possibly be worse?" Madam Rosmerta practically scoffed at the Minister.

Professor McGonagall said, "You say you remember him at Hogwarts, Rosmerta, Do you remember who his best friend was?"

"Naturally." And there was a small laugh from Madam Rosmerta. "Never saw one without the other, did you? The number of times I had them in here- ooh, they used to make me laugh. Quite the double act, Sirius Black and James Potter!"

Harry dropped his tankard with a loud thud. Ron kicked him under the table. I felt a jolt of shock shoot up my spine. I had known, of course, but it was so different hearing it from someone else's lips. Someone besides Dad anyways.

"Precisely." Professor McGonagall said. "Black and Potter. Ringleaders of their little gang. Both very bright of, course, exceptionally bright, in fact- but I don't think we've ever had such a pair of troublemakers-"

She was abruptly cut off as Hagrid chuckled and said, "I dunno, Fred and George Weasley could give 'em a run fer their money. Elizabeth could too as a matter of fact, the amount of times she goes into the forest." My lips twitched into a smile too and then dropped as quickly as it had come.

"You'd have thought Black and Potter were brothers! Inseparable!" Flitwick added.

"Of course they were." Fudge said. "Potter trusted Black beyond all his other friends. Nothing changed when they left school. Black was best man when James married Lily. Then they named him godfather to Harry. Harry has no idea, of course. You can imagine how the idea would torment him."

"Because Black turned out to be in league with You-Know-Who?" Madam Rosmerta whispered.

"Worse than that, m'dear. . ." Fudge dropped his voice and the four of us leaned to the side to hear better. "Not many people are aware that the Potters knew You-Know-Who was after them. Dumbledore, who was of course working tirelessly against You-Know-Who had a number of useful spies. One of them tipped him off, and he alerted James and Lily at once. . ."

Well, of course my parents had known Voldemort was after them. That was why Sirius was the only one who knew I was Harry's twin sister. That's why he knew where I was hidden- deep in the basement in my pink and white crib and pink backpack with all my necessities already packed.

Sirius was my godfather too. Sirius was innocent. I knew that. . . how did I prove it? My parents had protected me. . . and my mum had protected Harry too. . . and my dad. . . James, my dad. . . he'd protected all three of us.

I felt tears spring up in my eyes and I wiped them away. I listened back into the conversation.

". . .immensely complex spell involving the magical concealment of a secret inside a single, living soul. The information is hidden inside the chosen person, or Secret-Keeper," Professor Flitwick squeaked, sounding as though we might've been in the classroom. "and is henceforth impossible to find-unless, of course, the Secret-Keeper chooses to divulge it. As long as the Secret-Keeper refused to speak, You-Know-Who could search the village where Lily and James were staying for years and never find them, not even if he had his nose pressed against their sitting room window!"

"So Black was the Potter's Secret-Keeper?" Madam Rosmerta asked in a whisper.

"Naturally." Professor McGonagall said. She sounded like she had a stuffed nose. "James Potter told Dumbledore that Black would die rather than tell where they were, that Black was planning to go into hiding himself. . . and yet, Dumbledore remained worried. I remember him offering to be the Potter's Secret-Keeper himself."

"He suspected Black?" Madam Rosmerta gasped and quickly lowered her voice again.

"He was sure that somebody close to the Potters had been keeping You-Know-Who informed of their movements. Indeed, he had suspected for some time that someone on our side had turned traitor and was passing a lot of information to You-Know-Who." Professor McGonagall said. She seemed to know a lot about this. Then again, she was deputy headmistress. You didn't get there unless the headmaster greatly respected you.

"But James Potter insisted on using Black?"

"He did." Fudge intervened. "And then, barely a week after the Fidelius Charm had been performed-"

"Black betrayed them?" Madam Rosmerta barely breathed this question.

"He did indeed. Black was tired of his double-agent role, he was ready to declare his support openly for You-Know-Who, and he seems to have planned this for the moment of the Potters' death. But, as we all know, You-Know-Who met his downfall in little Harry Potter. Powers gone, horribly weakened, he fled. And this left Black in a very nasty position indeed. His master had fallen at the very moment when he, Black, had shown his true colors as a traitor. He had no choice but to run for it-"

"Filthy, stinkin' turncoat!" Hagrid said, a bit louder than the others. The bar went quiet for a moment and then started up again.

"Shh!" Professor McGonagall said in a strained voice.

"I met him!" Hagrid growled, though his voice was much lower. "I musta bin the last ter see him before he killed all them people! It was me what rescued Harry from Lily an' James house after they was killed! Jus' got him outta the ruins, poor little thing, with a great slash across his forehead, an' his parents dead. . . an' Sirius Black turns up, on that flyin' motorbike he used ter ride. Never occurred ter me what he was doin' there. I didn' know he'd bin Lily and Jame's Secret-Keeper. Thought he'd jus' heard the new o' You-Know-Who's attack an' come ter see what he could do. White an' shakin' he was. An' yeh know what I did? I COMFORTED THE MURDERIN' TRAITOR!" Hagrid suddenly roared.

The four of us, used to listening in as hard as possible, all jumped at the sudden volume change. This time however, the bar didn't pay any attention to this outburst.

I stopped listening. Hagrid hadn't been the last to see Sirius. I had. I couldn't remember it, though I could just barely remember a lit place, perhaps a café. I remembered other things as well, the smell of burning wood, and a soft voice in my ear- Sirius' voice. Then there'd been something bitter, the smell I registered with coffee. That must've been the lit place and why I was sure it was a café.

I couldn't remember much farther back, though there was a memory of baby Harry and me sitting around a Christmas tree. Dad and mums' faces were a bit blurry. A cat came and sat in my lap and I hit it with a wooden spoon from my new play cooking set. The cat rolled over onto its back and stretched. Mum scolded me. It wasn't much but it was my only memory I had of the four of us together. But Sirius wasn't in that one.

I focused on the conversation again.

Fudge was saying, ". . .the Potter's friends. Maddened by grief, no doubt, and knowing that Black had been the Potters' Secret-Keeper, he went after Black himself."

"Pettigrew. . . that fat little boy who was always tagging around after them at Hogwarts?" Madam Rosmerta asked.

"Hero-worshiped Black and Potter. Never quite in their league, talent-wise. I was often rather sharp with him. You can imagine how I- how I regret that now. . ."

"There, now, Minerva," Fudge said kindly, "Pettigrew died a hero's death. Eyewitnesses- Muggles, of course, we wiped their memories later- told us how Pettigrew cornered Black. They say he was sobbing, 'Lily and James, Sirius! How could you?' And then he went for his wand. Well, of course, black was quicker. Blew Pettigrew to smithereens. . ."

Professor McGonagall blew her nose at that moment and it made me realize that she was softer than she acted. The last time she had cried it was because Harry, Ron, and I had asked to go see Hermione in the hospital wing last year. Or maybe she only cried once a year.

"Stupid boy. . . foolish boy. . . he was always hopeless at dueling. . . should have left it to the Ministry. . ." Professor McGonagall said.

"I tell yeh, if I'd got ter Black before little Pettigrew did, I wouldn't messed around with wands- I'd've ripped him limb-from-limb." Hagrid growled in a dangerous I'd never heard before. I shifted in my seat uncomfortably.

"You don't know what you're talking about, Hagrid. Nobody but trained Hit Wizards from the Magical Law Enforcement Squad would have stood a chance against Black once he was cornered. I was Junior Minister in the Department of Magical Catastrophes at the time, and I was one of the first on the scene after Black murdered all those people. I- I will never forget it. I still dream about it sometimes. A crater in the middle of the street, so deep it had cracked the sewer below. Bodies everywhere. Muggles screaming. And Black standing there laughing, with what was left of Pettigrew in front of him. . . a heap of bloodstained robes and a few- a few fragments-" Fudge said, at first sharply when addressing Hagrid, then softer as he described the rest.

It was funny really, I thought randomly, that Hagrid was sitting here so amiably when Fudge had put him in Azkaban last year. What was up with that? Had Hagrid really just forgiven Fudge like that? Or maybe I was the only person in the world who held a grudge against other people for their crimes against other people. I certainly would never forgive Fudge for that.

Five noses were blown after that. I glanced up. Ron's face was horrified. Hermione had tears in her eyes. I reached down, putting a hand on Harry's shoulder. To my surprise, Harry reached up and grabbed it, squeezing it tightly. I felt a sort of vindictive pleasure rise up in me. My brother needed comfort! I was comforting him! Yes!

Fudge continued by saying, "Well, there you have it, Rosmerta. Black was taken away by twenty members of the Magical Law Enforcement Squad and Pettigrew received the Order of Merlin, First Merlin, which I think was some comfort to his poor mother. Black's been in Azkaban ever since."

"Is it true he's mad, Minister?" Rosmerta said with a long, sad sigh.

"I wish I could say that he was." Fudge said slowly, perhaps even thoughtfully. "I certainly believe his master's defeat unhinged him for a while-"

No, I thought. He was unhinged (if he ever was) because he blamed himself for mum and dad's deaths. Because it was his idea of Pettigrew being the Secret-Keeper. That's what I knew now- I just had to prove it.

"-The murder of Pettigrew and all those Muggles was the action of a cornered and desperate man- cruel. . . pointless. Yet I met Black on my last inspection of Azkaban. You know, most of the prisoners in there sit muttering to themselves in the dark; there's no sense in them. . . but I was shocked at how normal Black seemed. He spoke quite rationally to me. It was unnerving. You'd have thought he was merely bored- asked if I'd finished with my newspaper, cool as you please, said he missed doing the crossword. Yes, I was astounded at how little effect the dementors seemed to be having on him- and he was one of the most heavily guarded in the place, you know. Dementors outside his door day and night."

"But what do you think he's broken out to do?" Madam Rosmerta asked. She seemed confused. "Good gracious, Minister, he isn't trying to rejoin You-Know-Who, is he?"

"I daresay that is his-er- eventual plan." Fudge said, a bit uncomfortably and I realized that he wasn't going to tell Madam Rosmerta that Black was 'after' Harry Potter. "But we hope to catch Black long before that. I must say, You-Know-Who alone and friendless is one thing. . . but give him back his most devoted servant, and I shudder to think how quickly he'll rise again. . ."

There was a small chink of glass on wood. Someone had set down their glass.

"You know, Cornelius," Professor McGonagall said after a very long silence. I realized my hand was tight with Harry's. "If you're dining with the headmaster, we'd better head back up to the castle."

One by one the chairs all screeched back and there was a sound like Madam Rosmerta was collecting glasses. Then the teachers had walked out of the pub and Madam Rosmerta went behind the bar.

"H-Harry?" Hermione whispered. Harry came up from under the table. His face was pale.

"Let's go." I said sharply. "Let's go. Now."

We left the pub. Harry wandered back to Honeydukes in a lost way.

I turned to Hermione and Ron, "I'll see you guys back at the castle."

They nodded, looking at little pale, and I followed Harry into Honeydukes, up into the cellar, and into the secret passageway.

He was silent for most of the trip and I finally said, "I know why."

He jerked and asked, "Know why what?"

"Why Hagrid and Mr. Weasley never told you the truth."

"And why is that?" He asked coolly.

"Well first of all, neither Mr. Weasley nor Hagrid knew the whole story. They just knew as much as you- we knew. That Black was after you and he was Voldemort's supporter. They didn't know any of the other stuff. And Fudge certainly wasn't going to tell you the whole story, you heard him at the pub, 'Harry has no idea, of course. You can imagine how the idea would torment him.' Fudge just sees you as a small, helpless boy."

"What about Dumbledore?" Harry asked.

I was silent for a moment, "He's the only one that I can say didn't have a good reason for not telling you. I suppose the reason would be he too thinks you're too young. Isn't that the reason he gave for not answering your questions after your fight with Quirrell?"

Harry was silent for the rest of the time and when we got out of the tunnel. When he got out he said, "I'm going to the common room, will I see you at dinner?"

"Maybe. If Fudge is eating here he might want to 'see' me. Maybe I'll go out to the forest and converse with the Centaurs to avoid him." I said with a shrug. It actually sounded like a really good idea.

Harry just nodded and then trudged off in the opposite direction. I stood there for a moment, unsure of where I wanted to go and what I wanted to do. I had heard the conversation three times now. I had seen it in a vision, Sirius had explained it to me in the forest months ago, and now I had just heard it at the pub. Yet, there was some sort of unexplainable shock that was going through me.

Finally, I made my way to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. I listened at the door but I didn't hear anything. I opened the door tentatively and then, not seeing any students, I stepped inside and closed the door behind me.

I headed up the stairs to where the office was and knocked. "Come in." Dad said.

I opened the door and went inside. Dad looked up from his work and put his quill down, "What's wrong?" He asked automatically. Perhaps my face looked worse than I had thought.

I explained nearly everything that I had heard at the pub. Dad grew a little pale as he heard the conversation and then he shook his head at the end, "What a conversation to have in a public pub."

I laughed a little and then said, "I wasn't really shocked, I'd already seen the conversation beforehand but um. . ." I drifted off. "Did you know about this beforehand? All of it, I mean?"

"Yes." Dad said, picking his quill back up and making a mark on his papers.

I nodded and then sat down. There was silence except for the scratching of the quill on the paper. I looked out the window. Hagrid was walking to his hut.

"You have a nice view." I commented.

Dad chuckled and then sighed, "I have bad news."

I looked at him warily. "Yes?"

"I won't be able to spend Christmas day with you." Dad said, carefully circling something on the paper.

"I know." I said, though I still felt sad at the mention of it. "I memorize the dates every year. . . I have another question."

"Ask away."

"Why isn't my last name Lupin?"

Dad came a start, blotting the letters on the paper and looked up at me, a curious expression on his face. Then he smiled, "You know, I always wondered why you never asked that when you were younger." Then his smiled faded and said, "It was the wish of your parents for your last name to be Kane. Perhaps because there are no wizarding families with that name. Perhaps because if your last name had stayed Potter, well that's an obvious one. . . and if your last name had been Lupin, perhaps others would've made the connection and realized you were the adopted daughter of a werewolf."

I nodded, "Do you think I could get it legally changed to Lupin if I wanted to?"

Dad looked at me curiously, but his cheeks were flushed pink. He was pleased, I realized. "Only if you really, really wanted to."

I was silent for a moment. I couldn't think of anything else to say or ask so I stood and walked over to him and bent down and kissed his cheek.

"Love you dad."

"Love you too sweetheart."

I left the office and sighed as the door closed. If I wasn't married by the time I was eighteen (and of course, I wouldn't be because that was just. . . well that was just impossible) I would change my last name to Lupin. Until I got married, of course.

I smiled, walking down the stairs and then headed to the end of term banquet, unable to stop smiling at the pleasure on dad's face when I'd told him I wanted to change my name to his. 

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[msommers]

leave, education, kill, wish for riya, maeve and meredith!

muah i place kees on ur nose // oc asks: firsts

LEAVE: What was the first time your OC left home? Why? If they've never left home, do they want to? Where would they go?

RIYA — victor had been killed and she was ((sebastian voice) allegedly) framed for the crime and there were a few too many people eager to make an example of a mage/noble who wouldn't be let off easy this time, so her family broke her ass out of jail, handed her a bag of supplies and told her that she had to get the fuck out of the city until it was all resolved. she wouldn't have made it past city lines if she hadn't gone to beg bastian for help tbh.

MAEVE — when c- 🤢 when card- 🤢 when carden swept her off her feet, right into a carriage that would take her out of white orchard. she was excited about it at the time and later on in life would certainly prefer to never return to that place, but damn. if she doesn’t wish it had been under any other number of circumstances that helped her out of there.

MEREDITH — she has no memories of it because she was far too little, but almost certainly meredith’s first trip was to denerim when she was still a toddler because of some duty or other her father had to maintain. she was definitely one of those babies/kids that was great during travel and she got brought along to most everything because of it.

EDUCATION: What was your OC's first experience with school or education? Were they homeschooled? Apprenticed? Sent away to study? If they didn't have any kind of schooling, where did they learn about the world or pick up the skills they have now?

RIYA — answered xoxo

MAEVE — very basic lessons from her mother while she was still with her parents, learned the fundamentals of reading and writing because fanette couldn't stand the idea of her own child Not having those minimum levels but she also hated being the one to actually teach her. after her move to vizima, carden would have thrown all kinds of tutors her way so that she would be a Presentable and Proper Lady when he took her places. if there's one good thing that man ever did for her it was providing the resources to make her one of the most knowledgeable ladies around in his haste to up her intelligence score, i suppose. she also developed a very lovely handwriting style due to a particularly detail-oriented tutor. she absolutely could not stand the woman who taught her politics of the continent but no amount of complaining had her sent away smh

MEREDITH — she would have had multiple tutors and trainers i’m sure, being the daughter of the second most powerful family in the kingdom lmao. perhaps more lonely of an education than she would have liked as her brother was already in his studies and she wasn’t sent to learn with the other children in the castle, but she excelled nonetheless. i actually think she would have really liked the historian we saw in the cousland origin, old ass aldous who tutored the kids of the castle and surely taught meredith her histories aka one of her favorite subjects.

KILL: When was the first time your OC killed someone? How did they feel about it then, and do they still think about it now? If your OC has never killed before, would they? Under what circumstance?

RIYA — answered xoxo

MAEVE — we've stumbled across a rare maeve question i don't think has been considered, at least in default witcherverse. it would happen a few years into her time traveling with witchers, and likely while with one of them because that's when she's in the most danger (usually). she'd be fucked up about it no doubt. the panic to wash herself clean, the guilt over ending a life, the fear she could have torn apart a family somewhere, the stress of her own life being disrupted by a constant reliving of the entire event. you know, all that fun stuff she didn't sign up for. give it a few years and she'll probably still be sad about it, some amount of guilt will always linger because her heart is so gentle, but her own life experience and learning that of others will have helped her come to terms with it. (especially because it was likely in some sort of defense??? i don't see her just popping up on the kill feed for fun)

MEREDITH — when homegirl opened her bedroom door to find one of howe’s men standing there with a weapon drawn and she was forced into immediate combat. panic is all she felt then, and a rising anger the further she and her mother pushed into the castle during their search for bryce and an escape. she has never felt guilt for that first kill—or the dozen or so that came after it that night—because they displayed no guilt for the murders they took part in and showed no mercy in going after her next, but flash-forward some years and she feels a sorrow over it all having taken place. it wasn't fair to have such horrors forced upon a young girl who had done nothing wrong, merely had a father who perhaps needed to reevaluate his friendships more often 🤷‍♀️ sorry bryce that was uncalled for, you're already dead about it lmao

WISH: What's the first thing your OC ever wished for or wanted? Do they still want that, or have their desires changed? If so, what changed them? If not, how far would they go to fulfill their wish?

RIYA — i mean, for two decades i’m sure all her wishes were dumb as hell because she was a spoiled, sheltered girl. wishing her birthday celebration would be bigger than the last each year, wanting a new dress in the style of one she saw at a gala or smth, etc etc. her first genuine wish would have come during her time on the run, curled up next to bastian, wishing with a desperation that she'd never felt before that they could just go home.

MAEVE — any answer i think of is sad as hell. i imagine that the earliest thing she can remember wanting so terribly would be the approval of her parents because it always seemed Just out of reach. if she tried hard enough on the next task then she’d get the pride and affection she craved! surely that’s true!! it wasn’t tho, we know that. the only memory maeve has of her mother looking at her with pride was on that day carden took her away, which was a comfort for a few years while she still believed she’d finally done something good enough in their eyes. but then the “wait, she was just happy that i Sold To A Man for a fantastic price” reality hit and she’d do anything to forget that final day together.

MEREDITH — probably something cheesy like wanting to one day be like her father. the desire changed a bit over time, though not by much, spurned on by her witnessing too many moments of people being treated horribly because of how they were born. she wished to one day hold enough power and influence to make changes for good in the world, to care for others and make their lives better. historians and scholars are gonna debate for who knows how long about what schemes she enacted to take that power but like. it was right there. sitting out in the open. was she Not supposed to take it? c'mon now 🙄

[sophiie2000]

A Past Long Forgotten?

Chapter 11

Words ~ 3017

Disclaimer ~ All characters belong to Voltage Inc

Link to chapter 10 below ⬇️

A cheap motel a few blocks from the warehouse, was the closest place MC could find. It was obvious why it was so cheap. A dreary neighbourhood. Few visitors. Damaged doors and floors.

But it was good enough.

Booking out a room, she ordered a first aid kit to be sent up to her room, before heading there herself. She wasn’t waiting more than five minutes before a maid dropped off the first aid kit, and then left her be. 

Heading into the bathroom, MC stripped down to just her underwear. Gritting her teeth in pain. A spell of dizziness overwhelmed her, and she fell to the floor.

It wasn’t her first time getting injured. Nor was it her first bad injury. She was aware she was suffering from a loss of blood. 

Sterilising the bullet wounds, she wrapped them up tightly in bandages, hoping to slow the bleeding. Although it did not take long for the bandages to be died red from the blood still flowing from her body. 

She didn’t want to contact anyone from back home, but there was only one doctor she trusted. Luke. So, she fired off a text. 

‘Hey Luke! Soooo long story short, got myself shot a few times and in need of some medical care. Don’t suppose you could drop by and help?’

Miraculously, a reply came rapidly. 

‘MC?! Where are you?’

Informing him of her location, he fired back that he could be with her in ten minutes. She had been lucky he was in New York for a medical conference. 

With each passing minute, she could feel her consciousness slipping from her. She had really done it this time. She had had many an injury before, but these bullet wounds were something else. The pain and blood loss seemed so much worse than any time before. She just needed to hold on long enough for Luke to arrive. Then… she could sleep.

The minutes seemed to trickle by dramatically slowly. Her head was spinning. Sleep was beckoning her. Calling for her to enter the dark abyss. Offering its hand, coaxing her in. She wasn’t sure she could stay awake much longer. Thankfully the banging on her door roused her from the dark once more.

When she opened the door, she was greeted by a panicked, ashen faced Luke. He pushed by her and immediately started readying his medical supplies. Giving her a pointed look, he directed her to sit down in front of him.

He took one look at her injuries before his frown immediately deepened.

The bandages MC had wrapped around her wounds were stained dark red. Yet they had not been enough. Blood had begun to run down her arms and legs. Staining the crevices on her body. Her hands were stained red where she had attempted to keep pressure on her stomach. Her breathing became deeper, more rushed. Her body was shivering and felt cold to the touch, as though she had just swum in the arctic. 

“What happened?” He asked, worry and exasperation mixed into his tone. It was obvious from his face and tone that this was not good. Her injuries this time could be costly. Fatal, even.

“I’m clumsy” MC giggled, as she offered the answer she always gave when she asked him to fix her up after a mission. He was never satisfied with her responses, but also never usually pried further. 

Luke wasn’t stupid. And while he probably had some sort of idea of how she got her injuries, and the many she had received before, she had never informed him of her profession. Never given him a truthful answer for how she got hurt, or why she needed a black market doctor to look her over instead of the hospital. Nor could she. What awaited agents and those they revealed their identities to, was death.

She would never risk Luke’s life like that. And she certainly wasn’t ready to die. Ironic really, considering the amount of times she had stared potential death in the eye; like looking down the barrel of a gun, or being inside an exploding building. 

“MC…” You could sense the worry in his tone. While MC was grateful for his care, it did not change things. She was an agent. She loved her job. Danger and all. Walls firmly in place, all she could offer him was a reassuring smile. Well, a grimace considering the pain she was in.

“Luke, leave it. I just need fixing up. You don’t need to worry”.

“It’s not just me who worries… have you told the others where you are?”

“Of course not.” She could sense the walls she had built up in the months since leaving begin to crumble at the mere mention of Eisuke and the others. The fact he could still have such a big sway on her heart frustrated MC.

“Why not? You seemed like you were getting on so well. Like before you disappeared… like when you were getting together”

“Yeah we were getting on so well when I saw him. Like all those times he chased me and dragged me about to talk” MC stated sarcastically. Before muttering, “We were getting on fine when I saw him, I know.

“Then why ---”

“LUKE!” She shouted, interrupting the doctor, annoyed by how easily talk of Eisuke could affect her emotions. “Sorry… I didn’t mean to shout. It’s just… I needed to get away. Being around him messes with my head and my heart. I need to focus. And… I’m not meant for being around the same people for long periods of time anyway.”

“MC… you should know… they are all looking for you. Trying to find out where you’ve gone this time. They’re all worried. And Eisuke, he won’t stop until he finds you. You know this… you know how he feels about you, still even after all this time.”

Luke spoke softly and quietly as he stitched up the agents wounds. As he continued patching her up, she felt the tiredness begin to win over.

“Luke… I’m… getting… sleepy…” She struggled to fight the words out. But before fully passing out, she heard his whispered words telling her to rest, as he placed a gentle hand on her head.

***

Once MC had fallen asleep, Luke watched her quietly. He knew she would never tell him how she got her injuries. Of all the times she had contacted him for help, she always used the same phrase: “I’m clumsy”, as to how she got them.

But he was worried. Of all the times he had gone to her aid, never once had she looked like she could die if he did not help her immediately. Not once did she pass out because the blood loss or pain was too much. Not once had he seen her as vulnerable as he did tonight.

And he wasn’t the only one worried about her. Now he knew whatever she was doing was dangerous, there was only one thing he thought to do.

He knew she would be mad if she found out, but that didn’t matter to him. She could yell, scream, swear. She could hate him for all he cared in that moment. As long as he knew he was doing his best to keep a childhood friend, no… someone he still saw as a friend safe, then he would do it. 

No matter the cost.

Luke grabbed his phone. He looked over at MC, as she lay passed out on the motel bed. He apologised once for betraying her trust, then he sent off a simple three worded text message.

‘I’ve found her’.

***

In the months following MC disappearing, Eisuke searched for her. He had all the other auction managers playing their part too. 

Soryu and the Ice Dragons were searching, and using their own personal means to gather any information on her whereabouts. Mamoru was using his connections as a detective to see if he could find any leads. Baba used his own information tracks to try and find her too. Ota listened out and looked around the city. While Eisuke used every potential contact he could think of to try and find MC. 

Yet none of them managed to secure any leads.

The stress of losing her once again was evident. Eisuke became harsher. He had a more permanent frown. His eyes were colder, devoid of any real emotion. He was quicker to anger. He kept himself shut away more. 

But what the other auction managers noticed, that others would not, was the sadness in his eyes. How he would lose himself in thought. How tiredness was beginning to show in the frown lines and way his eyes drooped. How the mention of MC’s name was enough to rouse him from his thoughts, and also send him right back.

Yet when a simple three worded text arrived, everything changed. 

‘I’ve found her’

Those three words were enough to calm Eisuke’s worries, but also send his heart racing. Finally, after months of looking, they finally had a lead. They finally knew where MC had disappeared to. 

Relief flooded his body. He slouched back into his sofa, in his suite, and chuckled quietly. His features naturally softening. The sadness and tiredness that had been evident only moments earlier, vanished. The harshness his tone and features had exhibited, too, faded. He was back to his usual self. As if the last few months of turmoil had never existed. 

In his relief, he hurried to text Luke back asking him where and how MC was. The reply he received was enough to make him freeze. His stomach dropped. His heart went cold. 

‘New York. But she is in a bad way. She texted asking me to treat a few injuries, but when I showed up she looked like she was on deaths door. She is sleeping now, but I’m worried about what she’s got herself stuck in. No one gets shot at like she was without there being some sort of reason, no matter how stupid a reason it may be’

Shot at? Deaths door? Eisuke began to shake. He was worried for MC. Angry with whoever hurt her. Confused as to why she would be caught up in a situation. And before he could think anything through, he was firing back a text and heading to the lounge where the others sat. 

“She’s in New York!” the panic on Eisuke’s face and in his tone causes everyone to look at him. “Luke found her. Well she reached out to him for help. She was badly injured. He doesn’t know how or what she was doing, all he knows is that she was shot at multiple times. We need to go now.”

“Boss…” Baba started to say, before stopping himself in the face of Eisuke’s glare. 

“I said now, Baba”.

“Of course, Boss, I was just going to ask how you wanted to get there?”

“Helicopter. It’ll be quicker than my jet. We’re get to the Tres Spades in New York and then we will drive from there to the hotel she is in”.

“What will you do when we get their Eisuke?” Soryu asked, slightly hesitantly.

“What I wanted to do before she left. But first I am going to make sure she is ok and see if she needs my help”. Following his declaration, he stormed out of the lounge, heading straight to the helipad ready to leave. 

His hands were sweating. His heart was racing. He was both terrified for her safety, but also excited to be reunited with her. He thought he knew before, but now he was certain. He was still in love with her.

And this time, when he held her, he wasn’t ever letting her go again.

***

Eyes fluttering open, MC blinked, slowly adjusting to the light surrounding her. Her eyes remained glossy, with tears, from being shut for so long. It took a few moments for her to recognise her surroundings. Looking around the room, her eyes fell on Luke, who she could hear speaking to someone on the phone.

Stretching her arms above her head, she noticed the faint twinge of pain that shot through her shoulder. Of course, she thought. Being shot was never fun, but the pain during recovery always annoyed her as it made missions harder.

While Luke continued with his phone call, MC shot off a text to Hugo telling him where she was and asking for him to come and get her. She needed to get back to headquarters so she could finalise the last stage of the mission with the Boss and CIA.

She was packing her bag when Luke noticed her movements and ran back over to her, swiftly ending his phone call.

“What on earth do you think you are doing?! You should be resting, not moving about. What will you do if you reopen your wounds?!” Luke exclaimed, raising his voice slightly. 

“Packing my bag? I’ve got to get back to work. Thanks for patching me up Luke!” MC spoke in a deliberately cheerful tone, trying to mask the discomfort she felt. 

“Work?! No, no, no, no. You need rest. Then we are going to sit down and talk about this work you do.” Luke spoke, frustration leaking into his tone.

“Um, firstly, yes I am going back to work. Today. And secondly, no we aren’t?”

“MC!” Luke shouted, angry at his friends lack of awareness for the severity of her wounds. “Need I remind you, only 24 hours ago you almost died?!”

“Luke, you don’t need to remind me. I know how badly hurt I was, hence why I phoned you. But thanks to you, I am all patched up and ready to go back to work!”

“MC! You cannot be serious. You are going to stay here and rest. Then we are all going to sit down and discuss this!” Luke froze. He realised immediately he had said too much.

“What do you mean by all of us?” MC asked, the tone of her voice dropping menacingly. Her guard was up. She was wary, awaiting his response. 

“I misspoke.” Luke tried to play it off, but MC wouldn't allow it.

“What. Did. You. Mean.” She pronounced every word clearly. Her tone laced with the threatening tone she only used when on a mission and interrogating a suspect. Luke gulped. He had never seen his friend so angry. MC gave Eisuke and Soryu a run for their money in this department. 

“Look… I was worried. And I knew how worried everyone else was.”

“Luke what did you do?!” MC asked, panic lacing into her voice. 

“I told Eisuke where you are” Luke admitted. 

MC was angry. She was so angry she was physically shaking. She’d trusted Luke. He had never betrayed her trust once in the last few years, but now was where he chose to drop her in it. And drop her in it by telling the one person she was trying to run from exactly where she was. 

“Idiot!” She screamed at him. Her phone sounded, with impeccable timing, alerting her that Hugo was outside waiting for her. Grabbing her bag and phone, storming from the room, she huffed in frustration.

“MC, wait!” Luke called out from behind her, following as she left.

She ignored his shouts, continuing to walk out of the motel she had been staying in. Noticing Hugo parked further ahead, MC hurried her pace. Chucking her bag into the back of his car, she was just opening the passenger car door when tyres screeching sounded ahead.

She had a bad feeling about this. 

Luke had just caught up from chasing her down the stairs. He, too, noticed the screeching of tyres. He seemed relieved at the sight and stood still.

A black corvette had swerved to a stop just ahead. Her bad feeling got worse at the sight of an all too familiar car. MC released an internal sigh. Stepping out from the car was none other than someone she had wished not to see.

Eisuke. 

His eyes locked onto her form. The worry was radiating from him. Relief mixing with worry in his expression. She felt her heart begin to race at the sight of him. She knew she needed to escape from him again now, before all those feelings she had tried so hard to rid herself of, came swarming back.

As she turned to step into the car, Eisuke shouted.

“Don’t even think about getting into that car before we have a chance to talk.”

She looked at him, then looked to Hugo, then looked around to ensure they were the only ones on the street.

Her gaze then turned back to Eisuke. He smiled. A soft smile, one which held a lot of love.

But in the next moment, his smile turned to a look of horror.

MC pulled out a hand gun with a silencer attached, aiming straight at the corvette. Pulling the trigger, she fired four bullets in quick succession. One for each of the four corvette tyres. 

Sparing one last glance at Eisuke, MC hopped into Hugo’s car and shut the door. Allowing Hugo to speed away from the scene. 

“MC!” Eisuke bellowed after the speeding car.

All Eisuke could do was watch as the car sped off into the distance and out of sight. Grimacing slightly, he chuckled. He should be mad. If this were anyone else, he would be fuming at their audacity to run from him. 

But it was MC.

And because it was MC, Eisuke did not feel anger. No, instead he felt relieved. He was relieved to know she was ok. Relieved to see she was alive, despite Luke’s grave message. 

But more than anything, he was relieved to see her again.

As long as she was alive, and in New York, Eisuke knew he would find her again.

***

Having sped away from Eisuke and Luke, Hugo and MC finally arrived back at headquarters. Upon seeing her, both Hugo and the Boss reacted similarly. Surprised that she had been badly injured, but even more surprised by the fact she was already up and raring to work. But more than anything, they were thankful for her safety (despite her signing a contract stating the EAC were not responsible or required to act in the event of her being injured or killed).

Filling the Boss in on all the information gathered thus far, of how she had successfully prevented the deal occurring, obtained evidence of an attempted deal, and sent the footage to the EAC and CIA to be reviewed, the Boss was pleased. So, impressed he contacted the CIA and arranged a meeting with them at headquarters to plan the next, and final stage of MC’s first headquarters mission.

“They’ll be here in a few weeks MC. Good job, we will continue the planning then.” The Boss informed her, showing MC a rare, genuine smile.

Nodding once, she vacated the office and returned to her apartment where she could redress her wounds. 

Soon her first mission would come to an end. It had been everything she had been promised.

Dangerous.

Difficult.

But thrilling.

She just hoped the arrival of a certain hotelier would not disrupt her any further. 

[molsons112000]

Walmart does incredible business with the Latino community in Nogales Arizona as well as Tucson Arizona. They do the same in Texas. There should be a Walmart right over the border in Brownsville, Texas. So Walmart can do great business by opening app on the American side of the border and working with people getting secure access beat tailors and locals to enter in the United States only to go shopping.

But the small Mexican grocers like the one I am near are a direct threat to Walmart. So they don't want them to grow. 🤔 So keeping them small is in the best interest of Walmart.

Where is the highest grossing Walmart store in the United States?

Miami is home to many things: pristine waters, sparkling green foliage and now the nation's highest grossing Walmart. This megastore, which recently underwent a bomb threat, is located in Doral on Northwest 87th Avenue and contains Walmart's usual infinite supply of everything at "always low prices.May 6, 2014

https://miami.racked.com › doral-ha...

Doral Has the Highest Grossing Walmart in the Country

But the only way they do this is like a taco. Bell, doesn't want more small Mexican restaurants to open in the United States. Not the quick-serve. They wanna make sure they gain the footprint. They gain the leverage... So maybe full-service Mexican restaurants like El Charro. 🤔 It is into the dine-in business, not the delivery business. So Taco Bell should be making sure. It dominates on Grubhub and other platforms. And this is the reason they would use them to squeeze out the competition. So they need to be on DoorDash GrubHub and Uber. As we said at the Phoenician Hotel. We are a very big hotel with about 500 to 600 rooms. But we treat each client like they're in a boutique hotel. We didn't want more Airbnb's to open up. We didn't want more bed and breakfast to open up... So we wanted to get the employees we wanted to grow... So we wanted to give him this boutique. Feeling there's the bed-in breakfast feel... So these are a direct threat to their existing operations for the Marriott which bought Starwood but also choice brands. They can get into it a little bit but they don't want it to grow... They want to compete fiercely against them. So that's why you have all these travel sites that sell their rooms on it at a discount rate... So they need to be pushing back against these levels. It's independent operations... And I'm for Airbnb trying to expand but it should be a big struggle. This is what taxicab services didn't learn... I tried to prevent the existence of Uber and Lyft. I came up with a strategy at the players club and told them how they could call a cab for the patron and the cab could call them when they arrived and they could tell the patron that the taxi was outside waiting for them... It would build customer loyalty to the players club. It would have built customer loyalty to existing restaurants and grocery stores where yes, a grocery store like Walmart said. Don't worry, we will order you a cab. And if you shop at Walmart and purchase a certain amount of groceries, we will give you a free cab ride within 5 miles of the store. Yes if you purchase over a hundred dollars in groceries will give you a free cab ride... So they gotta figure out how far out they wanna go. But they could offer something where they give free rides on their Walmart. Plan if you're a client who purchases so much business. Offering free taxi cab services for a good client would allow them to call the taxicab for them at the customer service desk Or they can order it through the Walmart app... And if you get so many reward points, you get free taxi service right like CVS does free delivery of certain prescriptions if you sign up for their plan... 😉 So this gets seniors out to Walmart and they don't have to drive.... 🙄 But I went into Uber and left resisting. My father was a cab driver owning a traditional cab and he was very good at it. I understand the value of a medallion... And those medallions brought in a lot of revenue to the city as well...

Where is the highest grossing Walmart store in the United States?

Miami is home to many things: pristine waters, sparkling green foliage and now the nation's highest grossing Walmart. This megastore, which recently underwent a bomb threat, is located in Doral on Northwest 87th Avenue and contains Walmart's usual infinite supply of everything at "always low prices.May 6, 2014

https://miami.racked.com › doral-ha...

Doral Has the Highest Grossing Walmart in the Country

Though, as you see here, medallions were worth $400,000 and going up, and they went from $400,000 down to $30,000. Destroying their worth impoverished to people that own taxicabs. I was trying to prevent this from happening.....

In 2019, the New York Times reported that a taxi medallion in Chicago was worth around $30,000, down from nearly $400,000. In 2021, ABC Chicago reported that the average medallion was selling for around $12,000. 

ABC 7 Chicago

Could Chicago taxi cab services make a comeback?

Oct 30, 2021 — RELATED: Cab crash: Is Chicago's cab industry on the verge of collapse? That attorney also says more cabs are coming back to fulfill transportation needs. The price of the average cab medallion was at around $350,000, but that was before rideshare options. Now, medallions sell for around $12,000. One driver we spoke to said he's seizing on the business opportunity. He paid $11,000 for his and he's ready to get back to work. "I was a cab driver over 10 years and then corona hits and everything stopped," said taxi driver Adam Foudil. "I'm not the only one coming back, a lot of cab drivers are coming back, so there's a huge need.

The New York Times

‘We Were Wiped Out’: New Yorkers Preyed on Chicago Cabbies - The New York Times

Oct 4, 2019

Medallions are licenses that allow someone to own and operate a taxi in Chicago. In 2013, the price of a medallion in Chicago was $360,000, but prices have since fallen by about 80%. The medallion market has crashed due to increased competition from ride-share companies like Uber and Lyft. 

So what happened? Forty percent of the city's cabs went out of business....

Today, a Chicago taxi medallion is worth $30,000, or less, and many owners have given up. Forty percent of the city's cabs are currently not in operation.Oct 4, 2019

https://www.nytimes.com › nyregion

'We Were Wiped Out': New Yorkers Preyed on Chicago Cabbies

According to Reuters, a taxi medallion can generate a real income stream of around $75,000 per year, assuming the income rises at the same rate as inflation. This would represent a 7.5% real yield on a $1 million investment. However, this doesn't account for taxes, insurance, maintenance, and the fact that the vehicles must be replaced every three years. For example, in New York City, cab companies can earn around $80,000 per year if they have their cab leased out every day of the year. However, if that diminishes the returns by $25,000 per year, the vehicle is still earning $55,000 each year. 



Investopedia

How NYC's Yellow Cab Works and Makes Money - Investopedia

The real winner here, of course, is the cab company. If they have their cab leased out every day of the year, they can bring in around $80,000 per year. That's a substantial sum for one vehicle, but that doesn't include taxes, insurance, maintenance, and the fact that the vehicles must be replaced every 3 years. Even so, if that diminishes the returns by $25,000 per year, the vehicle is still earning $55,000 each year.

Reuters

Why taxi medallions cost $1 million - Reuters

Oct 21, 2011 — We're basically talking about a real income stream, here, of about $75,000 per year. (Let's assume, for the sake of argument, that the income from a taxi medallion rises at the same rate as inflation.) That's a real yield of 7.5% on a $1 million investment — which isn't half bad at today's interest rates. Put it this way: how much would a bond paying a real yield of $75,000 a year cost? At the most recent auction , opens new tab, the 29-year TIPS cleared at an interest rate of 0.999%. At a 1% real yield, an income stream of $75,000 a year would cost you $7.5 million. Now you don't actually get $75,000 a year if you own a medallion.

Medallion systems limit the number of taxicabs that can service a certain market, which institutes barriers for taxicab ownership. As a result of the artificially restricted supply, medallion holders earn significant economic rents and are also protected from competition. 

In May 2022, the average medallion value in New York City had climbed from $79,106 in May 2021 to $137,330. 

So they have to buy a medallion in San Francisco. As an example, it cost them $250,000. The medallion can only be used by one cab. And if that cab goes out of business they can sell the medallion. You can't sell anything on Uber and Lyft. But with a taxicab, you can sell your business. Is the value of the business is the value of the medallion and this is what I don't understand about cab drivers not wanting to get better because if they get better. Each individual cab is worth in San Francisco $250,000. So yes, each individual cab by itself.And if you're a company and you have many medallions while this protects the value of the company... So if somebody's going to acquire you and you own 10 medallions. In San Francisco, that's worth 2.5 million dollars. And it also controls how many cabs are on the market.... Because they controlled how many new medallions can be issued and the cabbies.They vote and they can make sure the city doesn't flood the market with cheap services.... It's.

Throwing too many

[the-firebird69]

A company is where not called but we're providing beer mainly to morlock and to give them courage and they like it and we're handing them the two liter bottles and they're chilled and they wrapped them in something and a shirt usually and it's going okay I've got huge numbers of it coming try and giant numbers of the bottles of beer we have a ton of it made and I got what he was saying we are delivering massive truckloads and Tommy Allen says we need to ship and I said why don't you bring several and they said okay so they're coming to the facility right up to it and we have a contingent on board and we're going to upload it up. It's a massive massive massive amount of beer and some whiskey and they're going to want tons of it it is a huge huge huge load other breweries are offering it too and free and it's all going out the door and Tommy Allen is paying for it he's giving us a bonus it's really cheap anyways ours is and the others is he's paying for wholesale and it's good it makes the money work and he wants to buy some and bring it to his Island and we said we have to brew more but really we have a lot left so they're going to keep coming all day it is really good beer tastes like Miller genuine draft giving them their own bruise which they've been brewing for thousands of years Budweiser is one Michelob is another Bush beer and it's run by actually bush is run by the trumpsters and it's a huge brewery and they're breaking it all out and they're sending it to theirs and they're actually paying him it is grateful because he needs some money and is a massive massive amount of beer and we started the process and we are also sending out humongous amounts of bread and cheese and steak ham and other massive massive loads are moving out and people out there slicing and making sandwiches quicker than you can blink pickles and others going giant loads of it okay humongous loads of tables and people are sitting everywhere and also bringing MREs a huge numbers of them just giant lots

Zues

Our company started it but there's her now picking it up and it's just enormous amount of supplies and food and they have MREs and they're bringing them and breaking them out they're trillions and trillions to say the least it's probably about 500 trillion a load and they're about 20 loads going out now

Hera

They're all ready to eat and they're new they're a lot less sugar and people can eat them and feel better and we're bringing tons of water too and juices and fruit others are too

Olympus

[sith-shenanigans]

Next, the styles of the players.

They’re out of any semblance of order, for some reason—not the order you recruit them to play, not the order you bribe/threaten/??? them into giving you information, not the order they eventually play in. I suppose it must be seating order. But I’m rearranging them slightly, to satisfy my esoteric desires. The original order was Fiacre, Manager, Virginia, Pages, Monkey, Topsy King.

This bit is very nice despite being optional; it gives the whole thing much more of a sense of ongoing play.

The stat checks are also fairly high—I’m pretty sure my base Watchful was already 200 here, plus 50-60 from gear. It’s immediately clear that this is the beginning of the endgame.

“As though they might abandon the table of their own volition” just makes me glad we’re not playing in Polythreme. And also, I have a very vague idea for a fanfic plot now.

I’m convinced that the Marvellous is some sort of unholy combination of poker, Magic: the Gathering, and that one party game where the cards you play change the rules.

I enjoy Tristram so much. His writing is so hit-or-miss, but the good bits… ough. The fact that he seems a bit more scared and vulnerable away from the Flit, the place that respects him whether he’s in possession of his mind or not. The fact that he’s a dangerous player even when he’s visibly thrown off. Later, if the PC faces him (which Amias will), you don’t actually beat him on your own merits—the checks determine how well you’re doing, but you always make the agreement.

I’m not inclined to say that that means the PC couldn’t have won “honestly,” I tend to be skeptical of analysis that chalks a PC’s ability up to plot armor—even (or especially?) in a game like Fallen London, where the PC is clearly deliberately written as a larger-than-life figure—but I think it means it would have come down to luck in a way that doesn’t suit the plot.

(Thank you, FBG, for not supplying routes that let us potentially have to redo 80% of the ambition, I know people would take them and it would be a terrible mess for everyone.)

Virginia is the anti-Fiacre. I don’t have that much to say about how she plays, but I read a fairly convincing argument on the Discord that the Marvellous deck knows that what she would ask for is based on a lie, and so luck is quite literally against her because she doesn’t have a valid desire.

I don’t think that’s the intent—as far as I know, this text doesn’t change if her ex actually is loose—but I like the interpretation that the Marvellous works that way, so I’m willing to subscribe to the idea that it’s true when it’s true and not when it’s not, even if both routes have the same result.

I don’t usually analyze media that way, in most cases I find it a much less interesting explanation, but I think the FL setting lends itself well to that kind of “the event is the same but the reason depends on player choice” explanation.

I think it’s interesting that Pages plays the other players. It’s definitely a good player, but since this is the only time we see it play a full game (rather than a two-hand fiasco), we get the impression that it’s more dangerous in a game like the Honour than one-on-one. And a good look at its competence in playing the other players. No, it rarely gets other people as people, but a zero-sum competition where all that matters is benefit and loss? That’s its element.

Which I think points to why the Ministry of Public Decency is so much of a presence—they seem to be doing an outsize amount of the Neath’s law enforcement, maybe especially in the earlier writing. Like, Pages is… actually one of the most competent and dangerous Masters, I think, even if it’s also a wet cat of a bat that hides in attics when it doesn’t want to do its job. It’s in charge of propaganda for a reason! It’s good at controlling and influencing people! It might not be able to tell when someone lies to its face, but it can pick up on behavior very well. Because it’s a giant spaceborne predator and actually pays attention.

I do wonder if we’re supposed to read that it’s not really trying to sabotage us that way. A second-person narrator can’t fade into general groupiness the way a third-person narrator can. And you’re not mentioned as being affected, so…

This is it. The Honour begins. As usual, below the cut are spoilers for Heart’s Desire. This one will probably be a long one—I’ll probably have to spread it across multiple posts. (I don’t know when this turned into me just liveblogging the ambition, but I like having it all in one place like this. I enjoy rereading my own playthrough.)

I don’t think Amias likes Arbor very much. Which felt odd, at first—they like Parabola in general just fine, in a “not my actual wheelhouse” sort of way—but I think I just put my finger on why. Arbor isn’t dangerous enough. Everything is roses and smiles and false utopia where the lower classes literally can’t see the world their “betters” live in, and where the upper classes are forbidden from doing anything mildly unpleasant even when it would improve their quality of life in general (getting these snakes out of here). It’s beautiful and dreamy and stagnant. They loved the aesthetics of it—and the novelty of it—when they first visited, but the more they see of it, the more they feel like they would hate living there. And even when they try to enjoy it, that sours the dream.

Done of the Rose! That sounds—

—oh. Okay. Apparently “husks” are a thing here. I have even more concerns about Arbor’s everything, can we back up a step?

It’s very pretty, though. And very full of spectators. Given that Heart’s Desire is a Tournament Arc, I am pleased that at least the opening round has spectators. It seems like the sort of thing that should.

Ohhh, she hates us. Understandably. I love her for it, though. I think she’s going to hate us even more when she inevitably finds out that her ex-Prince ex is still safely sealed away. It’s one thing to be threatened horribly, and it’s another thing to be made a fool of, and I think I know which one devils consider worse.

I wouldn’t have been late if I’d been able to draw Arbor! Don’t blame me, blame the opportunity deck, it’s the desire sensor’s fault.

… I think the Marvellous is the desire sensor. Are we using the opportunity deck to play poker? Is that what we’re doing?

Does the Debauchery of Fourth require excessive drunkenness? I kind of hope it does.

Also, I thought that prevarication was the point of this kind of game.

And, as the little ambition icon says, the game begins.

[copperbadge]

Sam - You probably already know this, but I just heard that Adderall is now on back-order nationwide (even worse than it had been before). If you can start trying to re-order it well before you run out this time, I'd recommend it. I don't know if that's possible, though...

Unfortunately -- but also fortunately! -- it’s not possible. Because it’s a controlled substance that can both be abused by the patient and sold for a reasonable profit, it’s got very firm regulations. You get one scrip for a 30 day supply (you can’t have more) and then on day 30 you can file a whole new scrip (no refills!) for your next 30 day supply. This is a bit bullshit because there’s no real reason not to give someone who has a history of regular non-abuse a 90 day supply or two refills, but it’s legal meth, so you know, I see why the bullshit is in place. 

So it’s Bad, obviously, because it means I can’t get a refill now while there might be some still in stock; my 30-day deadline is next Friday and there’s no moving that. So that’s me fucked a bit. However, this is also Good, because it means nobody else can do this either -- you can’t create artificial demand when it comes to Adderall, because nobody can buy out the entire stock or take more than their share. So while it would be much more ideal if I had renewed my scrip last week, the demand will only rise as much as the immediate action of people who are normally slow to fill their scrips, which I can’t imagine is a lot. Like yes we all have executive dysfunction but I think a lot of us have a real laser focus on the Good Brain Drug, you know? 

The real problem is an uneven backstock. Some pharmacies will probably have a reasonable amount, others will be out for weeks.  The pharmacy I use is a perpetually-empty Walgreens that nobody ever goes into or uses because nobody lives near it (I work near it) so I might get lucky. 

Usually, so far, the protocol for me has been "every 30 days have a consult with my psychiatrist, he puts in a new scrip, they fill it". This time, OF COURSE this time, we're trying something new -- he wrote two scrips at once, one got filled, the other one gets submitted by me on the 30 day mark. So I’ll call the pharmacy on Monday and be like “I’m not freaking out about the shortage, I just need to know when I should submit a scrip that can’t be filled until Friday” but hopefully I’ll also get some info on the shortage. 

And if I can’t get any immediately, well, I take frequent breaks and often don’t take my second dose, so I did the math in my tracking sheet and I have enough to see me halfway into November, especially if I don’t take any on weekends. I don’t love breaking into my personal backstock, but that’s why it exists, after all. This is a much bigger deal for people who really need the drug for basic function -- people on higher doses are going to be significantly more fucked. 

I may ask my psych next time I see him if I could get on a 20mg scrip so I can split the tabs and make a 30 day supply last 60 days; I don’t think it’s normally something he’d approve of but with the shortage it might be the best way to secure a reasonably-sized emergency stash. 

And I think all of this -- the spreading of the news, the counting of backstock pills, the strategies to stabilize one’s personal supply -- are really fascinating evidence of how treating non-addicts like addicts...makes them behave like addicts. If half the population of Adderall patients had a 90 day supply in hand, this shortage wouldn’t be such an issue. 

[3am-dumbassery]

MC on their period

Prompt: I am in copious amounts of pain and because I can

A/N: Yea this is completely self indulgent. I feel like shit rn and need some demon comfort.

This version is just the Brothers, but I might do the others later

TW: mentions of period and things that go with it (blood, pain, etc). Needless to say, fem-bodied reader, AFAB, (reader only referred to as "you") fluff?, Comfort

Characters: f!mc, Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor

Dateables ver.

Lucifer

Actually the best

He knows what you need and when

Heat packs, pain killers, water, comfort food

He won't admit it, but he's worried. He hates seeing his human so distressed

Really concerned if you're in more pain than usual/vomiting

Might try to convince you to see a gyney/GP about it if it's really bad

Will probably let you stay home from RAD

Human blood will attract demons after all

Fr tho, ask him for anything and he's already got it before you finish the sentence

Worried parent™

Mammon

Panic

He smelt your blood when he barged in one morning

Probably screamed if you were still in bed

Once he understands the situation he will look horrified and run away

Only to return with so much stuff

Wasn't sure what size pussy you wear

Somehow convinced Lucifer to give him money to get it all and to let you both stay home if you can't go to school

Might take you to his room instead because he can watch over you 24/7 that way

Only if you want to tho

He is your personal carer for the entire time and will do anything you ask

"Yer my human after all, of course I'll take care of ya.... Only cuz Lucifer is making me do it, ya hear? Yer a lucky human to have The Great Mammon assigned to lookin after ya!"

Will offer cuddles if you want them but insist it's a one off

Protective as fuck. Will probably put a KEEP OUT sign on the door or something

Totally not worried about you. Why would you say that?

Leviathan

Panic 2.0

His player 2 is taking bleeding damage? IRL? Not on his watch

Looks up what you need

Orders so much for you on Akuzon

Asks Asmo if he has anything for you in the meantime

Won't come in unless you ask for him. He doesn't want you to have to deal with a yucky otaku when you feel like shit already

Brings his games and some of your comfort animes to your room so you aren't bored

Probably asks his brothers to bring you comfort things from their rooms

He really doesnt want you to be bored

Will be equally flustered and concerned the whole time

Probably gets things a bit wrong at first

wikiHow is probably not going to apply to everyone

Will figure out the bleed damage and the "attack pattern"

Please tell him he did a good job. He tried very hard

Satan

He's read about this

Employs Asmo to go buy supplies for you

Will tell Lucifer that you are staying home from RAD until you feel better

Suggests you stay in his room because it's quieter

Will take comfort things from his brothers for you

He'll read to you while you cuddle together

Unless you have a headache/don't want to

Will be almost nonexistent if that's what you need

He casts the most spells out of everyone to make sure you're comfortable

Noise spells, pain killing spells, sleep spells, protection spells

Very understanding if you're moody

Asmodeus

He knew before you did

He was already stocked on every product you'd need

Convinces you to stay in his room the night before

Somehow convinced Beel to get your fav human world comfort foods and not eat them all on the way home

Actually a self care god

Insists you keep up a self-care routine/let him take it over for you

You'll probably feel better than before when he's done with you

Kind of makes you wonder if he's had a period of his own before

Beelzebub

Beel smelt it coming

Another one that knows what to do

He learnt as part of his sporting health and safety - to help any female players

Another to ask Asmo for products but also advice

He will discuss with Lucifer also

Very concerned for your wellbeing

Might bring you to his room so Belphie can watch over you while he's eating/at a game

Also might take you to see a pro if you're in abnormally high levels of pain

Will cuddle lots

Might ask his twin for help if you're having trouble sleeping

Belphegor

He found out when he was trying to sneak into your bed for snuggles

Smelt the blood and fucking lost it

He thought you were injured or worse

Once he knows what happened, he texts everyone to bring things while he cuddles you

Becomes your personal heat pack for the duration

Asks Beel to help out. (He's the avatar of sloth. Man is lazy)

Might also bring you to his room so Beel can keep guard and make sure the others stay away

Makes the best cuddle nest you've ever seen

Hey all, thanks for reading! I'll probably update this a bit later (the twins parts felt a bit slack). For now though, I'm going to curl up and play my PS4 while I cuddle my cats. I'm sending all the support to my fellow menstruators, especially those of you who are also knocked out for a week like me. Treat yoself and I hope it improves!

[coderfortourette]

Popping, Calls, and Exhaustion

Alright so I’ve been thinking about the states ability to Pop different places. And how they can Call each other to meetings. Here’s how I think it works. 

Popping

Popping is when the states “teleport” around. They Pop. And they can do so anywhere, they don’t need to have been to the place before or know what it looks like or anything. 

But that doesn’t mean there aren’t limitations. For example, Popping takes energy. Most of the time. If a personification is Popping around their own state, it takes no energy at all. However Popping out of their state does take energy. The amount of energy is dependent on where the Popping is happening. (a state’s natural energy levels are proportionate to their state population. So California has the most energy. Wyoming has the least)

Say Georgia and Washington are in Florida. If Georgia Popped around in Florida, it would take some energy, but not a whole lot. Meanwhile it would take over twice as much energy for Washington. Because physically Georgia is closer to his state than Washington is. So it’s not as strenuous. 

Energy regains passively over time. Like how sitting down after a long walk helps. 

States can bring other people/personifications with them when they Pop. But it takes a lot more energy to do so than regular Popping. 

Calls

Calls are when a state says something, and it causes another state to show up. A Call is like a ping in the state’s brain. That’s how they know where to go and roughly who would be there. 

States have more than one Call. That’s part of how they know who is Calling them. For example, the Call Gov used for Nevada. Anybody could use it, but only Gov does, and that’s why NV knew it was Gov Calling and he had to show up. 

States don’t have to answer Calls. They can ignore them. Just, usually they do answer. Because if you don’t respond to a Call then the other person knows you’re ignoring them (I’ll get to emergency situations in a bit)

There is a stronger version of a Call. That’s a Summon. It forces the state to actually appear right then. However, it requires the Summoned state to have enough energy to make the Pop. At least 50% of the way. Then the rest of the Summon would use the Summoner’s energy. 

So for example. California and Virginia. Say there’s a meeting in Virginia. Somebody Summons California to the meeting. However California is in his own state at this time. When he’s summoned, the Summon will only work California has energy that would get him from his state to Oklahoma (the midway). Then the Summoner would need to supply the energy for the part from Oklahoma to Virginia. 

Exhaustion

This is not a concept in canon, but I thought it would be interesting to add to show the tradeoffs of being able to teleport literally anywhere. 

Exhaustion is a state where a state is completely out of energy. Like, overused and dipped into energy they don’t have. It’s not good. And the only way to heal from Exhaustion is to be back in your own state. 

In Exhaustion, a state is in lots of pain, is very cold, shaking, and usually passed out. Being awake would just be no fun. A state cannot answer Calls in this state. So if somebody Called for them, the Call would just Rebound. Kinda like a game of Marco Polo, the Rebound does give an idea of how far away an Exhausted state is. (Which is good, because they’d need assistance in getting back to their home)

(A state in an emergency situation where they’re trapped somewhere can also send Rebounds. They may have energy, but they’re too sick/inured/in a bad enough situation that they can’t just Pop out. )

Exhaustion is rare. It takes a lot of Popping to even get close to Exhaustion. The most common reason for it would be a state not paying attention to their energy levels. But occasionally a state can induce Exhaustion by Popping around on purpose. However if this happens, usually the state would have to attend a few sessions of therapy at least after they healed up.