#Centris Station

[wildglitch]

I have this headcanon that Billy ages slowly right? Born like 100 years ago and still a child bla bla bla-

Anywas-that is kinda just a base for many diferent concepts I come up for Billy. One of them being the "Whiz Kid Conspericy"tm

Basically it gose like this. Whiz kid is a special thing the station dose every few year at the turn of every new decade. The character of a child reporter is played by many diffrent little boy's through out the years all playing the character of "Billy", each one lasting for a few years before leaving for his birthday party and coming back a few years later replaced by a new kid and now one year older and a persona shift to match the new decade claming "I got a new style on my break". The catch? Its actually just Billy pretending to be a new person everytime.

Sure, some people know like Mr. Sterling and maybe a reporter or two, but no one else knows its the same kid. Which leads to a lot of conspiricy theorys about who the actors where or how the station picks their kids or hiw rye heck the kids look so similar. This end up being one of the things that bring Billy the most joy and pain, cause everyone knows of his exsistance with it being so ingrained into Fawcetts culture, but Its also super fun for him to disapear and come back as a new person every decade. Sure fhere where a few times where the station was handed over to a new owner and they tried to make the "Whiz Kid brand" more active with merch and dirty profiting schems, but and adult Cissie and Billy managed to take care of that quickly.

This idea works best if the people of Fawcett aged normally but if you want, you can also just imagien half of the city is in on it while the other have no clue.

Its even funnier imagening the JL's reaction to what Billy has been doing for almost a centry.

Batman: let me get this straight, you convince multiple generations of people you where different people playing the same character?

Billy: It Was Funny!

Superman a.k.a Clark the reporter:...Yk, I used to listen to your radio segments back in the 80's

Billy a.k.a the teenager emberrassed about past works: Nooooooo, the 80's was such a bad time! My mircophone was horrible and my script was terrible

Superman: But it was so good!

Thank you for indulging my bullshit, I might draw Billy during the diffrent decades or maybe a time line later.

[cominfromtheforest]

Somewhere, there's always...

The Disclaimer: I write Quirrel x Ghost. This will be that. That is your "warning", or whatever :)

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Quirrel sits on the bench above City of Tears, leaning his chin against his hand as he stares out of the window. Endless rain drums against the glass and muddles the colours and the lights, but he finds it beautiful all the same.

It feels weirdly familiar here, but he isn't sure why. Like the view from the window, the memory is unclear too. He doesn't try and chase it, to save himself the headache. And besides, there are more pressing matters to think about, because he has gotten himself into trouble.

Well, sort of in trouble, anyway.

His thoughts keep wandering into his short friend, and not that there's anything wrong with thinking about your friends, but he knows this isn't just that. This makes him feel... different. He's well old enough to recognise butterflies when he has them. They have seen each other a handful of times since the Black Egg temple, but each time his friend keeps spending longer lingering around him. They don't talk, but he takes care of that plenty for the both of them. They just sit and listen, fill their notebook, or their map, or they tend to their nail.

And once he has nothing to say anymore either, his friend continues to sit, like they do not want to leave. When they had met at Queen's Station, the little knight had sat next to him for hours, quietly showing him their journal and the things recorded in it.

He'd be lying if he said he didn't wish to see them each time he'd settle somewhere. Because he wanted to see them, wanted their paths to cross, wanted to share their company. That was a problem, he knew. On the road getting too attached could be a death sentence. In places like Hallownest, getting attached now meant getting hurt later. But he... he had fucked up and it was a bit too late for backpedaling now.

There was a loud thunk from behind him, and Quirrel turned to look as the elevator decended down, carrying who else, but his short friend. Great. Fantastic. They patter across the floor to him and sit down, lookin up at him expectantly.

"Uhm... The capital lies before us my friend! What a sombre place it seems and one that holds the answers to many a mystery. I too have felt the pull of this place, though now I sit before it I find myself hesitant to descend. Is it fear I wonder, or something else that holds me back? Whatever it is, it can wait, for now." He humms, rambling on about the cavern and the husks of centries as they continue to stare at him.

"Isn't this a wonderful spot for a rest? I so love the sound of the rain upon glass," he says finally, turning his eyes back to the window. They stare for a moment longer, before they turn more forward and pull out their quill and journal.

Quirrel listens to the scratch of their writing, and he feels out of place. He can't figure out anything more to say, but it feels like it would be good for him to talk. There's just the two of them and the silence, the butterflies inside him and the tension in his jaw. It's unbearable. He straightens himself a bit, uncrosses his legs and then crosses them again, lowers one of his hands to rest on the bench instead of the backrest. He really feels like he should say something, but the words are stuck in his throath like dry flour and he hates it.

He doesn't notice the Knight looking at his hand as he starts tapping his nails against the metal of the bench. They glance up at him, at his weird posture and the worry on his face, and they don't say anything, because they can't. Instead he can suddenly feel them grasp his hand softly, weaving their fingers among his own. And without even looking up at him again, they continue writing.

Quirrel feels the heat rise to his face, and he knows that he has gone several shades darker. But he does not move his hand. He feels like he's 15 again and having a crush for the first time, and it's honestly a little embarassing. But it seems like his friend doesn't really mind the crisis he is having.

Their hand isn't really warm, but it isn't cold either, it almost feels like it's mimicking his temperature, instead of having its own. But their hand is soft, almost like it has a fuzz to it. It's... nice. They are nice and oh he's really in it now. He really does lo... like them.

"My friend..." he starts, but they shake their head a little, and so he shuts his mouth. Never mind then.

They write for a moment more, before they use their nail to cut a page off of their notebook. They fold it in half and then stuff their book and quill back into somewhere within their cloak. Not letting go of his hand they stand up on the bench, extending the folded note towards his free hand.

Once he has taken the note, they lift his hand towards their face, pressing a kiss on his knuckles. Quirrel is sure they are looking up at him while they do so, to catch his reaction, though it is hard to tell where they are looking from the darkness of their eyes. But he does know that his face is once more several shades darker than usually.

It feels as if they are happily smiling as they eventually release his hand and jump off the bench. They wave at him, and like that they are gone once again.

Quirrel sighs, resting his head on the back of the bench, staring up into the ceiling until he feels a bit more normal again. His face is still hot and there are still butterflies inside him, and it's still kind of embrassing to be so...

He opens their note.

I might combust from how much i like you, the note reads, signed by -Ghost, which Quirrel assumes to be their name. He stares at the words for a while, and then he grins, and then he laughs. He's relieved but it's ridiculous, they are both being ridiculous, like two teenagers who don't know how to go about the whole situation.

But somehow, somewhere, there's always love, he supposes.

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Kanina pagbaba ko ng MRT sobrang lakas ng ulan. Sa Centris ang baba ko—Q. Ave station. Habang naglalakad ako may nakita akong mga puno sa may gillid paakyat ng overpass. Kung minsan ka nang napadpad sa Centris alam mo yung tinutukoy ko.

Pagkakita ko sa mga puno naisip ko bigla, hindi ba sa halaman para maging maganda ang pagkakatubo nila kailangan nila ng pataba? At ang pinaka-epektibong pataba sa halaman ay organic fertilizer. Yung organic fertilizer mga waste—dumi ng hayop, mga tuyong dahon, bulok na kung anu-ano at mga pinagbalatan ng gulay at prutas. Mga basurang nabubulok.

Kaya siguro may mga nakikilala tayong mga taong tinatawag nating 'red flag'. Yung mga taong sasaktan ka, lolokohin ka, aabusuhin ka o kaya paglalaruan ka. Para tayong mga halaman, tapos sila yung mga organic fertilizer—mga nabubulok. At bilang mga halaman kahit nabubulok na sila nakikitaan pa rin natin sila ng halaga, kaya hahayaan natin silang maging parte ng buhay natin. Tapos dahil sa pananakit nila sa atin, mas natututo tayo. Mas lalo tayong nagiging malakas. Mas lalo nating minamahal yung sarili natin. Sa madaling salita, mas maganda ang magiging tubo mo bilang isang halaman.

Oo, nabubulok na sila. Pero pinaparamdam natin sa kanila na may halaga sila, nasa kanila na kung papahalagahan nila tayo o sasayangin. Hindi ka natalo, mas panalo pa nga eh di ba? Sino bang nawalan, ikaw ba?

Sobrang trapik sa Araneta at Sto. Domingo, baha kasi sa Biak na Bato. Inabot ako ng siyam-siyam sa dyip. Epekto ito ng trapik at palpitation.

[porta-decumana]

The Last Light of Dawn - Chapter 56: Let the Sting of the Rain Ne’er Stray Far From Thee

The gloom across Mor Dhona had dissolved in to a deep blue-violet as a storm blew in.  Its contents were fed by the glassy Silvertear Lake and it seemed there was no sign of it stopping anytime soon.  As wiser souls boarded up for the downpour, two figures took advantage of the darkness and obscurity to make their way towards that distant looming citadel in the distance.  Castrum Centri’s searchlights were their beacons in the dark and Gaius fixed his eyes upon them as to not get lost.  He drew his coat’s hood over his head, hoping it would keep off the worst of the cold rain from his skin.  The last thing he needed was to fall ill from the elements.  

“Sincerely, Gaius, I do hope you know what you are doing,” Nero said over the crashing of thunder in the distance.  

He did not know what he was doing, not really, but there was not a chance he was going to confess that—not even to Nero, who had damn well seen him at his worst and best at this point.  The Black Wolf gave no reply, he simply ruminated on their circumstances and began devising his plan to infiltrate the castrum with Rowena’s device in tow.  The good news was that her little listening device was small—small enough to easily tuck into a corner.  The bad news was that she wanted it in an office and Gaius was slowly admitting to himself he was not sure he was qualified to do this anymore. Nocte the first time had likely been a fluke—the legati were not used to the Rebellion being so bold but now Nocte was a melted pile of metal goo in the north and likely every castrum was on high alert now.

A pity Cassius is not here.  He would have been better at this but I suppose he is fine enough at his current station.  Perhaps the distance from castrums will serve to mend his heart a bit.  

The Wolf mused a while longer at their situation, thinking to draw his linkpearl that would lead to Tataru.  Kaida had once infiltrated the very castrum he was looking to but that was long ago. He hesitated, holding the pearl between his index finger and thumb.  But after some thought, Gaius chose to leave it in his pocket.  The group headed to Gyr Abania was likely preoccupied—he would have been surprised if anyone answered.

Instead, however, he grabbed the linkpearl connected to Estinien.  Gaius and Nero found shelter under one of the area’s many crystalline ridges.  The Commander put the pearl to his ear and activated it with a tap.

“Estinien.”

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𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙂𝙤𝙙 𝘽𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨!

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Esperimenti italiani sulla salute in condizione di microgravità

Aeronautica Militare ed Agenzia Spaziale Italiana insieme per eseguire ricerche scientifiche a bordo della Stazione Spaziale Internazionale. La partecipazione alla missione Ax-3 di Axiom Space permetterà di incrementare le migliori competenze nazionali legate alle attività umane nello spazio, sia in ambito medico sia tecnologico, attraverso esperimenti in microgravità. La missione Ax-3, diretta verso la Stazione Spaziale Internazionale (ISS – International Space Station) nel 2024 e a cui la Difesa partecipa con il Col. Walter Villadei dell’Aeronautica Militare, darà la possibilità al Sistema Paese di incrementare competenze scientifiche, tecnologiche e operative – sia di enti istituzionali sia di società private – legate alle attività umane nello spazio. Con un equipaggio tutto europeo, la missione della società statunitense Axiom Space – che decollerà dal Kennedy Space Center (Florida) a bordo della navetta Crew Dragon di SpaceX –, permetterà agli astronauti a bordo della ISS di eseguire una serie di esperimenti scientifici in orbita bassa (Low-Earth Orbit – LEO). Per l’Italia, gli esperimenti sono stati promossi dal Ministero della Difesa e dall’Agenzia Spaziale Italiana (ASI), in coordinamento con centri di ricerca, università e industrie, per amplificare – attraverso la sperimentazione – la grande esperienza nazionale in ambito operativo, medico e tecnologico, applicata allo spazio. Nel dettaglio, l’Aeronautica Militare effettuerà attività di sperimentazione, per la prima volta dallo spazio, sul sistema software ISOC (Italian Space Operations Centre), cuore della propria capacità Space Situational Awareness (SSA). Gli astronauti a bordo della ISS replicheranno alcune analisi normalmente svolte dal Centro SSA, uno dei centri operativi spaziali europei in prima linea per il monitoraggio degli oggetti spaziali che rientrano in atmosfera, e che sorveglia costantemente i possibili eventi di collisione tra oggetti artificiali orbitanti attivi (ISS compresa) con i detriti spaziali. La permanenza di due settimane in condizioni di microgravità renderà possibile testare e verificare gli effetti fisiologici del volo spaziale sugli esseri umani, per comprenderne i cambiamenti sia biologici sia psicologici. In tale ambito, l’Aeronautica Militare porterà avanti uno studio legato al sistema cardiovascolare, focalizzato sulle reazioni biologiche alla microgravità della funzione endoteliale, mentre l’Agenzia Spaziale Italiana (ASI) tornerà ad analizzare l’effetto della microgravità sull’aggregazione delle proteine beta amiloide (Aβ), che sono implicate nelle malattie neurodegenerative come il morbo di Alzheimer. L’ASI, inoltre, realizzerà l’esperimento ORION, finalizzato allo studio della fertilità femminile in condizioni di microgravità e l’esperimento PROMETEO II per lo studio dello stress ossidativo, alla base di molti effetti deleteri del volo spaziale, tra cui in particolare disturbi cognitivi e comportamentali. Background Aeronautica Militare

Foto @AM-SM/5° Reparto Comunicazione-Ufficio Pubblica Informazione Nell’ambito del rinnovato interesse internazionale verso il settore spaziale, l’Italia – dove già risiedono eccellenze umane e tecnologiche in questo campo – è in prima fila nella valorizzazione di iniziative di collaborazione civile-militare e partenariati pubblico-privati, finalizzati ad assicurare concreti benefici sia in termini di sviluppo e potenziamento di capacità operative e di difesa nel settore spazio, sia in termini di concreti ritorni sociali, scientifici, economici e industriali al Paese. In quest’ottica, la missione Ax-3 rappresenta il trait-d’union abilitante nell’ambito di una visione strategica nazionale, che lega sinergicamente Presidenza del Consiglio dei Ministri, Ministero della Difesa, Ministero delle Imprese e del Made in Italy – con delega allo Spazio, Ministero dell’Agricoltura della Sovranità Alimentare e delle Foreste, e Agenzia Spaziale Italiana, rappresentando un’occasione privilegiata per continuare a promuovere l’impegno verso un accesso sicuro ed efficace allo Spazio. L’Aeronautica Militare, con il proprio patrimonio di competenze, è naturalmente proiettata a valorizzare e monitorare anche l’ambiente spaziale, fornendo la propria esperienza a servizio della Difesa e del Paese. Attraverso i programmi nazionali, le cooperazioni bilaterali e la partecipazione ai progetti industriali e di ricerca, la Forza Armata è pienamente inserita nel Sistema Paese e opera per garantire il mantenimento dell’eccellenza nel comparto Spaziale e Aerospaziale nazionale, anche grazie alla sua capacità di addestramento e supporto alle attività umane nello Spazio. Background Agenzia Spaziale Italiana L’Agenzia Spaziale Italiana vanta un’importante esperienza nel settore del volo umano nello spazio che si è affermato e consolidato negli anni. Da oltre 15 anni realizza e testa scienza e tecnologia in microgravità a bordo della Stazione Spaziale Internazionale, in virtù della partecipazione ai programmi dell’ESA e degli accordi internazionali con NASA. In particolare, sono stati sviluppati esperimenti scientifici di fisiologia umana per il monitoraggio della salute degli astronauti e payload per Life Science. Grazie all’accordo con la NASA, siglato nel 1997 (ASI-NASA Memorandum of Understanding – MoU), l’Agenzia Spaziale Italiana (ASI) ha un accesso privilegiato alla Stazione Spaziale Internazionale (ISS). Grazie all’avveniristico e tecnologico contributo industriale italiano che ha portato al completamento della ISS con la fornitura di tre moduli MPLM (uno dei quali, il PMM è diventato nel 2011 modulo permanente della ISS) l’ASI ha ottenuto, in cambio, il diritto a effettuare voli supplementari di astronauti italiani per missioni di lunga durata e allo sfruttamento delle risorse di bordo della ISS. Una situazione che si è tradotta con la opportunità di effettuare continuamente esperimenti a bordo della ISS. Fonte Aeronautica Militare-Stato Maggiore/5° Reparto Comunicazione/UPI-Agenzia Spaziale Italiana Read the full article

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Milano: Torna "Il bel viaggio", la charity dinner al Pirelli HangarBicocca

Milano: Torna "Il bel viaggio", la charity dinner al Pirelli HangarBicocca. All’ombra de “I Sette Palazzi Celesti” di Anselm Kiefer all’interno della splendida cornice del Pirelli HangarBicocca ritorna a Milano la quinta edizione de “Il Bel Viaggio”, la charity dinner a favore di Progetto Itaca Milano per supportare le tante persone che convivono con il disagio psichico e le loro famiglie. La generosità e il sostegno di oltre 400 persone permettono ogni anno di restare vicino a chi soffre perché “non c’è salute senza salute mentale”. L’edizione di quest’anno è stata organizzata grazie al grande supporto di Fondazione Paolo e Giuliana Clerici e Fondazione Italiana Accenture ETS. Nel corso dell’ultimo anno le richieste di aiuto psicologico sono aumentate drasticamente. La pandemia e le conseguenti misure di contenimento adottate per evitare il propagarsi del virus hanno determinato un netto incremento del disagio psichico. Attraverso la raccolta fondi verranno supportati in particolare due progetti legati allo sviluppo dell’autonomia sociale e lavorativa di persone che soffrono di disagi mentali: Club Itaca e JOB Stations. Club Itaca è un centro per lo sviluppo dell’autonomia socio lavorativa di persone con una storia di disagio psichico. La Clubhouse è una struttura diurna, non sanitaria, gestita con la formula del club, in cui i soci si impegnano all’interno di unità di lavoro. Tutte le attività sono finalizzate al recupero del ritmo di vita e della sicurezza in sé. Ad oggi i soci iscritti a Club Itaca Milano sono 229. JOB Stations è nato nel 2012 in collaborazione con Fondazione Italiana Accenture ETS per combattere lo stigma e l’esclusione sociale delle persone con disabilità psichica attraverso opportunità professionali concrete di reinserimento nel mondo del lavoro. Le JOB Stations sono dei veri e propri centri di smart working gestiti dalle associazioni che fanno parte della rete nazionale di Progetto Itaca, dove le persone con storie di disagio psichico possono lavorare al meglio, grazie al supporto di tutor esperti in ambito psicologico e in costante contatto con le aziende grazie al supervisor aziendale. Ad oggi sono state attivate 9 JOB Stations in 7 diverse città italiane e sono state inserite con successo, in 30 aziende, 115 persone. “Gli effetti della pandemia sulla salute mentale si stanno vedendo tantissimo in questi ultimi mesi, in particolar modo su giovani e giovanissimi, e ci aspettiamo un ulteriore incremento di richieste nei prossimi anni. Per questo sono davvero felice che così tanti amici e molte generose aziende condividono la nostra mission. Vorrei ringraziare in particolare il grande supporto di Fondazione Italiana Accenture e Fondazione Paolo e Giuliana Clerici, che ancora una volta confermano il loro impegno di rimanere accanto a chi convive con un disagio psichico e i suoi famigliari” dichiara Alessandro Dubini, Presidente di Progetto Itaca Milano. “Siamo estremamente orgogliosi di sostenere un’importante iniziativa come quella realizzata da Progetto Itaca, consapevoli dell’incredibile valore che questi progetti, rivolti alle persone affette da disturbi della salute mentale e alle loro famiglie, rappresentano. La nostra Fondazione si impegna quotidianamente per offrire supporto a diverse realtà che promuovono iniziative di utilità sociale. Quello con Progetto Itaca è un rapporto che dura da anni e siamo lieti di essere al loro fianco e di contribuire a questo evento all’insegna della solidarietà, che ogni anno registra una sempre maggiore partecipazione” ha commentato Paolo Clerici, Presidente della Fondazione Paolo e Giuliana Clerici. Grazie alla collaborazione con Pirelli HangarBicocca, agli ospiti della serata è stato riservato un accesso speciale alle mostre in corso accompagnati da esperti d'arte: le mostre degli artisti Ann Veronica Janssens e Gian Maria Tosatti. Aperitivo e cena placée sono stati curati dal pluripremiato Chef Giancarlo Morelli. Conduttore d’eccezione della magica serata è stato Paolo Ruffini attore, regista, sceneggiatore e produttore teatrale che ha da sempre a cuore la sensibilizzazione per i più fragili. Cuore pulsante della serata è stata l'asta di raccolta fondi “Il Bel Viaggo”: 12 lotti tra oggetti ed esperienze di grande bellezza e altissima qualità donati da generose aziende e filantropi. A coronare la ricca serata dedicata alla bellezza e all’arte è stata la melodiosa voce di Gaia, vincitrice della diciannovesima edizione di Amici. Tra i partecipanti anche molti personaggi del mondo dell’imprenditoria, dello spettacolo e influencer: Greta Ferro, Marco Tronchetti Provera, Matteo Zanetti, Georges Paternoster, Sara Verde, Osvaldo Supino, Valeria Vedovatti, Roberta Zacchero, Katja Bokun. Quest’anno L’Oréal Professionnel, leader del mercato professionale, sostiene Progetto Itaca nell’ambito del programma Head Up, con l’obiettivo di fornire ai parrucchieri un supporto concreto riguardo al benessere mentale. “Gli hairstylist rappresentano una categoria professionale che ci sta molto cuore e che abbiamo il dovere di sostenere per potenziare la loro resilienza e migliorare la loro condizione di benessere. Siamo estremamente orgogliosi di poterlo fare al fianco di Progetto Itaca, che da anni sostiene le persone affette da disturbi della salute mentale per il recupero della loro pienezza di vita”. Paolo Roati, General Manager L’Oréal Professionnel Italia.... #notizie #news #breakingnews #cronaca #politica #eventi #sport #moda Read the full article

[sezja]

What I've ended up with is they're childhood not-quite-friends, but like, he's one of the only people who didn't treat them as lesser for being half-Garlean, a mage, and an unruly unmanageable mess. He kind of just treated them with the same irritable grumpiness with which he treated everyone, and that non-discrimination was enough for them to latch onto him.

They attended most of their schooling and training together, but were ultimately assigned to different legions, and fell out of contact for a while. They reunited shortly before Darcy was sent to be stationed at Castrum Centri - an assignment Mallius was 90% certain was a deliberate attempt to get them killed. When they were reported dead only a few months afterward, it came as no surprise. He mourned in his own quiet way, and largely put them out of his mind.

Like most Garleans who knew them in the past, he hasn't connected "Darcy, the Warrior of Light and Champion of Eorzea" with Darcelyn oen Dremelus, the signifer he grew up with.

It's a long time before he pieces it together.

I have a quiet weakness for this particularly cranky Garlean, Mallius. I'm thinking about incorporating him into Darcy's backstory somewhere.

[viky2318]

THIS TIME I HAVE AN IDEA OF WHAT I'M DOING

Underground, around between the Ruins and Snowdin

"How boring". Flowey looked at the human killing Toriel. Those timelines were kind of repetitive. Always doing more or less the same things: killing a certain monster instead of another, interacting in a certain way or in a different order... Most of the things kept repeating, as if the human didn't have any idea of what to do, but kept playing just because they were able to. Flowey followed the human as they got out of the ruins. Man, couldn't they just let them the control over the world? Even they seemed bored. Then he noticed someone in the woods. They were looking at the human, following them. The flower got near the person and... Papyrus?!? What is he doing here? Why is he following the human? He is supposed to be at his centry station! As he got near, he noticed the skeleton's expression. It was worried, a little bit scared, but also tired. When the human met a random monster and killed them, Papyrus did nothing but stare. If the human stole or broke something, he just sighed. The only moments where he got out of the woods and spoke to the human were when the trama asked it. What was happening?? Flowey decided to investigate. After the color tiles puzzle, he got near his friend and tapped him on the boot to catch his attention. The tall skeleton noticed him and half smiled. "O-oh, hello Flowey". Just a 'hello'? "What is happening?" The flower started. "I noticed you're following thus human everywhere with a very worried expression. Are you ok?". Papyrus sat down while the human walked around Snowdin. "Yes, I'm ok. Don't worry about me" he said. Flowey looked at his friend. That expression... He already saw it. On another face, but it was the same. Is the expression of someone that knows something that never wanted to know. His eyes widened. "You know about the resets, don't you?". Papyrus seemed like he wasn't expecting a question like this. "You... You know too?" He asked. "The flower rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, i remember too. When did you started remembering the timelines?" The skeleton's smile got a bit smaller. "Honestly I lost track of time. It seems like a thousand years and at the same time just a few days. It's... Confusing". Flowey then asked: "why are you following the human?". Papyrus got up as the human started heading towards Waterfall, and explained while walking a few meters behind them: "to try to understand his next moves and how the timeline will go. For now they never killed anyone in Snowdin, but I saw a trail of dust from the Ruins when they got out of there. I have my suspicions, but I can't be sure for now. They could be trying to reach an ending where Undyne became the queen, as it could be Mettaton or Alphys. Maybe the dog" he added in the end. Flowey looked at him surprised. "But... You know that for most of those endings you-" "I have to die. Yes, I'm aware of it. But everything will reset, so... It doesn't change much anymore". Flowey stopped as Papyrus got on his spot in the middle of the fog. This... Wasn't something he was expecting. Not only the fact that he remembers about the resets, but the fact that he was ok with dying. Even him finds it annoying at least. The flower tried to imagine the moment his friend figured out what was happening. Such a naive and energetic guy, he must have had a very bad crisis. He looked at the human killing Papyrus. It seemed like he was right. For a second, flowey thought he felt something similar to sadness while looking at him dusting away. Oh well. Now he just had to wait for the next reset.

I recently found a very cool alternative universe called "Existencial Crisis" where Papyrus remembers the resets, and I couldn't help but thinking about "what Flowey thought when he discovered this thing?". I didn't found a canonical answer, so I kinda created one. THIS IS NOT CANONICAL, I'M NOT PRETENDING TO OWN THIS UNIVERSE, IT BELONGS TO @havockingboo !!!

Check his Tumblr, he's a very cool human

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FFXIVWRITE 2021 #1: FOSTER

Mor Dhona’s shale and crystal marked fields always made salvaging more difficult. The rough-hewn stone was as likely to cut through Mayvis’ pale skin as much as the scraps of metal she plucked through.

The field was mostly littered with bodies of foot soldiers, but their grade of weaponry wouldn’t sell for much.  A pouch of gil that would fill her cup with wine for a day or two. That wasn’t enough.

 Presently, she found herself elbow deep into a Vanguard’s front hull. The pale, white, protection plate had been unceremoniously peeled away and the machination showed dents and scuffed metal from a battle lost.  

Or won.

 It was hard to tell really.

The Hyur was pressed uncomfortably into the Vanguard, her upper torso twisting to reach her hand into a far crevasse beyond the front panel. Mayvis’ face curled into something between frustration and determination as she cursed softly. She stretched again, her cheek flattening into the side of the gargantuan hunk of metal.  “Ah…” she finally exclaimed as her fingers found purchase. She twisted her arm at the elbow before slowly she leaned back away from the mangled mess to examine the piece pulled from within.  A metallic cylinder, pulsing blue, weighty in her palm, and the size of a great sword’s hilt.

Ceruleum.  

A small internal unit meant to keep the hulking wall smasher walking enough to return to station, should the primary unit be damaged.  It would bag her a heavier pouch of gil.

Mayvis presses her free hand up against the shoulder peaks of the vanguard, helping herself rise to her padded boots.  Her eyeline falling to the horizon, the red and blue lights of Castrum Centri dulling the surrounding stars.  She found a breath that came sharp as one of her own daggers, plunging between her ribs. A pang of guilt that lingered in her chest. 

She cursed again, an exhale that grieved her all the same, as she shook her head tossing her unkept bangs over her forehead.    Soundlessly she hopped from the machine, grabbing a leather pouch from the ground and placing the ceruleum into a secure slot within.

   It would make for a long road back to Ishgard with the various other scraps she plundered, but she would welcome the shielding cold of the north again.

[lucillessisterblogsandends]

Nick: *catches that look and gives her a kind reassuring smile* I'm here, doll. I'm here. *gently strokes her hair with his good hand* Love ya, kiddo.

Gardio and Lucille: *both too focused on their work to notice Ma.*

Lucille: You've gotten pretty good at robot modifications, Dad. And here I thought you only knew how to fix cars.

Gardio: Cars aren't all that different under the hood, sweety. Besides, you built that centry bot and robot build station in less than a few hours. I don't think you realize how impressive that is.

Lucille: *rolls her eyes* Please. That's nothing. Factories built robots in seconds-

Gardio: It usually took a skilled robot expert an entire day to cobble a protectron together back in the day.

Lucille: They were able to take their time, too. I don't have that luxury, Dad.

Teshteal: I don't know... it's been over a hundred years and I'm only just now feeling "normal."

Power Armor Punch Part Sixty Four

Gardio: *catches her fist gently in his hand, not because it hurts him but more because he doesn't want her wasting her energy fighting him* Hey, save some of that energy for the morning. I can't say much for the nightmares but I promise you you'll be safe in the real world.

Teshteal: Night, ma'am... *already snuggling Joyce real close with a tiny giggle*

Ma: (Ruffles Teshteal’s hair and puts more kisses on his hairline, following up with Joyce. She makes sure the blanket is extra snuggly around them before flashing them both one final smile) “You both get some good rest.” (Walks out of the room as she turns off the light and closes the door behind her)

Joyce: (Quietly giggles right back as she cuddles up with her boyfriend)

Jasmine: (Puts up a small toddler tantrum before she defeatedly slumps against Gardio, every so often tensing up and fighting with small bursts of energy)

Ma: (Hasn’t finished her food but she pops her head back into the guest room to see how things are going on)

Gardio: *isn't even phased and stops her every time. Very much like Nick in the regard that toddler tantrums are very ineffective against him. The more she fights, the less he's going to loosen his protective grip. Instead he hums a sweet lullaby to her, occasionally rubbing her stomach to soothe her*

Teshteal: *looking up at his beautiful angel. She's not easy to see in the dark... but then again his horns illuminate her face* I hope these don't bother your sleeping. *apologetic smile*

Joyce: (Rubs his shoulder assuredly) “I’m sure they won’t. Maybe Mama can make you little muffs to put over them for the night just in case in the morning.”

Teshteal: Maybe. But it's too late now. *holding her tight, burying his face in her neck this time*

Jasmine: (Starts to melt at the motion of her stomach being rubbed, almost cursing Ma for showing everyone that trick that makes her so sleepy and gets her to relax) “No…” (Rests her head on Gardio’s chest, still occasionally hitting at him)

Gardio: *smiles at her starting to pass out at the motion, still not at all phased by her attempts to strike him*

Ma: (Smiles at the two, heading back downstairs to finish her last few bites of food)

Jasmine: (Stops fighting him just so she can claw in the air for the door) “Daddy…” (Sobbing waterfalls, coughing on her cries because her throat is sore and dry)

Gardio: *sternly, but softly so he doesn't startle the girl* He needs rest. He can't be with you every second of the day. *thinking "this is going to be a long night..."*

Joyce: (Crinkles her nose cutely) “Yeah, but I bet she will once she gets a chance.” (Kisses the top of his head, clutching the gremlin)

Teshteal: *nibbles on her neck again gently, occasionally moving down to the exposed part of her shoulder*

Joyce: (Hums softly at this, closing her eyes as she rests her chin on Teshteals head)

Jasmine: (Just keeps crying oceans when she hears that while reaching for the door, wanting to be with her dad so badly that there’s a dull ache in her chest that only adds to the discomfort, stress, and pain. Her mind snaps back to what was said in her nightmares, still believing it to be true)

Ma: (Eating her dinner with one hand as she prepares more bottles, one with water and another with baby formula. She frowns, remembering that the teen had thrown up earlier which is why they had to give her fluids through an IV)

Gardio: *hums another lullaby and keeps attempting to rock the ever crying girl to sleep. He's not sure what else to do and he's not about to get Nick. She needs to realize that her dad needs personal space*

Teshteal: *stops to look up at Joyce then goes to kiss her heavily again*

Joyce: (Eyes flutter open from her partial sleep and she makes a surprised noise, quickly recovering to receive the kiss he’s giving her)

Jasmine: (Having another tiny tantrum that she can’t have it her way and be with her dad)

Ma: (Gathers up the salve and bandages from the med room in case they need to swap out Jas’s bandage, taking her Pipboy as well. She heads upstairs to finish brushing her teeth and gathering a few more things)

Gardio: Sorry... you don't always get your way, sweetie. That's how life is... *rubs her stomach again to calm her down*

Teshteal: *quickly pulls back at the squeak* I'm sorry. I didn't mean to surprise you like that. I should have asked-

Joyce: “It’s okay, you just caught me off guard, love.” (Softly peppers kisses on his cheek and jaw, running her fingers through his hair)

Jasmine: (Briefly stops crying out loud and blinks up at him with wide doe eyes that are filled with hurt. She knows that better than anybody, life has never been fair to her since day one. She hardly ever gets it her way… All she wants is Daddy to hold her so she can feel safe and secure from the monsters and demons that come for her. She wants to blubber to him about the mean things the Guard Leader told her. She wants to be soothed from the phantom pain she’s getting from the memories… She wants to be assured that she hasn’t been abandoned again for the third time in her short life)

Gardio: *kindly reassuring her* Your dad can't be with you right now, but I'm here. I don't remember much sign but if you want to talk about your nightmare, I'll try to listen. *smiling warmly down at her*

Teshteal: *eyes widen when she calls him "love". He blushes and smiles the dopiest smile. Despite this, he decides it would be best to get some sleep instead of going any further. There's always the next day. He goes back to cuddling her* Good night, love... if we can even get to sleep.

Joyce: (Nuzzles in her boyfriends hair) “I’m already in a sweet, blissful dream here with you…”

Jasmine: (Puts her thumb to her chin to make the sign for “Suffering” before she sticks it in her mouth. She does another grabby motion for the door with her free hand as she kicks her feet, still yearning for her father)

Ma: (Returns to the guest room now dressed in a long white nightgown, watching as Jas does this) “What’s going on?” (Walks over and sits down on the bed, arranging the stuff she brought on the nightstand and under it)

Gardio: *sadly but matter of factly* She woke up and she's asking for her father. She's not happy I'm refusing to get him.

Ma: “Ah, I see...” (Sets up Jas’s Pipboy so its playing the lullaby, glancing at the bottles then at the teen)

Jasmine: (Yes, she is very unhappy and frightened that she can’t be with Nick and she's been doing her best to express that, but she’s also so damn tired. She stops clawing for the door and hitting Gardio with a broken sob, getting lulled further back into sleep)

Ma: (Stands from the bed and kneels down by the rocking chair, tenderly stroking Jazzy's hair to help soothe her) “When you're ready you can hand her back so you may get some rest. I'll hold her for the night.”

Gardio: *rises slowly and carefully to keep from startling the teen then hands her back to Ma*

Teshteal: *soft loving coo at that. He feels so safe right now*

Joyce: (Caresses his cheeks, giving him another kiss before closing her eyes again)

Teshteal: *soft laugh at the sudden kiss. He nestles his head into the crook of her neck and collar and soon falls asleep*

Joyce: (Keeps petting Teshteals hair, gradually slowing down as she falls asleep herself)

Ma: (Settles herself back on the bed before she takes Jas in her arms)

Jasmine: (Whimpers in confusion at the sudden transition, her little hands gripping Gardio’s shirt as she’s handed off)

Ma: (Softly as she takes the girls hands and cradles her) “Ssh, Rosie. It’s okay, it’s just me. It's Mrs Evelyn.” (Starts rocking Jazzy, waiting until her calms back down before she lays them both on the mattress)

Jasmine: (Scrambles to cuddle against Ma's chest, nuzzling back under the neckline of her nightdress so she can hear her heartbeat and feel the comfort of her skin. She ended up undoing two buttons to achieve this then puts her arms around the motherly woman's neck)

Teshteal: *sleeps so soundly next to her. Looks like a sweet little baby*

Gardio: *smiles sadly at the teen before heading to bed. It doesn't take long for him to pass out*

Ma: (Pats and rubs the girls lower back to lull her to sleep)

Jasmine: (Falls asleep a few minutes later, keeping her focus on the sound of Ma’s heartbeat, the warmth from her body, and the sound of her breathing)

Ma: (Sighs to herself as she closes her eyes, praying that Jasmine can get through the night okay)

[Time Jump]

Jasmine: (Sadly didn’t get much of a good nights rest at all, she was constantly waking up with silent sobs and whimpers as the nightmares got more and more horrific)

Ma: (Had subconsciously patted Jas during the night whenever her cried. She awakens early in the morning when she feels the teen tense and cry out) “Oh dear…”

Jasmine: (Currently hyperventilating in her daze, her whole body trembling while she huddles as close as humanly possible she can to Ma)

Ma: (Finds that her chest is completely dampened with the girls tears, making her face riddle with worry) “Shh, baby. It’s okay, it’s only a bad dream….” (Rubbing her back and sides)

Lucille: *stirs awake*

Nick: *was tinkering with his exposed hand while still sitting next to the bed* Morning kiddo. Need anything?

Lucille: I don't know... I'll let you know.

Nick: Well alright. I'm off to get ready for the day. Yell if you need me.

Gardio: *warming up left overs from the other day. He has a serving for himself and his daughter*

Donovan: (Still knocked out on his bed. He’s a very sleepy ghoul, he won’t wake up until a little later)

Joyce: (Still sleeping like a sweet angel, both of her arms still incasing Teshteal in a warm embrace. Some of her gold locks are covering her face, the light sunbeams from outside lighting her up)

Teshteal: *eyes lazily drift open*

Joyce: (Mumbles something about baby goats being adorable, cuddling up to her boyfriend further)

Ma: (Starts stroking her hair) “Honey, I need you to try and calm down for me, alright? Take a deep breath.” (Takes some herself to hopefully get Jas to synchronize with her)

Jasmine: (Only weakly mewls, whines and coughs, still clinging onto Ma tightly. Can’t tell what’s real or not, her current dream being the worst of the worst, her being powerless as a bunch of grown men overtake her small frame and use her to however they wish)

Nick: *walks down the stairs and greets Gardio before he goes to change clothes*

Gardio: Morning. *heads upstairs to share breakfast with his kid*

Lucille: *blinks over at her dad and smiles* Morning, dad.

Gardio: Morning, sweetheart. *sets the food down on the bedside table* How are you feeling?

Lucille: A little better.

Teshteal: *smiles up at her and nuzzles her neck*

Joyce: (Hums and smiles in her sleep, dreaming about sitting in a field of baby farm animals that all adore her and keep jumping over to tackle her in a fit of joyful play)

Ma: (Rubs and pats the girls back with more pressure, wondering if she should do another chest massage or wake Jas up)

Jasmine: (Sniffles and shivers, softly pleading in her sleep to be left alone)

Ma: (Frowns. Judging by the was Jazzy’s voice sounds horse and her breathing is congested and the fact that she has a fever, she probably caught a bug)

Teshteal: *hopes her dreams are as sweet as she is as he lays with her*

Joyce: (Her dreams are the sweetest and most angelic ones that one could get)

Teshteal: *cutely laying next to his girlfriend all curled up around her with his tail slightly wrapped around the two*

Lucille: *sits up and grabs the plate, ready to dive into her food*

Gardio: *sits on the side of the bed and eats with her*

Nick: *slipped into something casual. Decides to check in on the defenses that Lucille put up*

Dogmeat: (Lifts his head up from his spot on the edge of his bed at the smell of sausage, wagging his tail and giving Lucille big puppy eyes while he licks his nose)

Pirate: (Fast asleep on Donovan’s bed, taking up about 75% of the space and is smack dab in the middle so Donny is pressed up against the wall with no pillow)

Donovan: (Doesn’t really care, he’s molded around Pirates body so she’s like a warm fuzzy body pillow for him)

Ma: (Turns Jasmine over again, rubbing her sternum and collarbone with three fingers just as she did earlier)

Jasmine: (Peeps open her eyes with a cry and outstretched arms when she feels Ma isn’t close anymore, her chest still rising and falling rapidly)

Ma: (Pets the poor girls hair with one hand) “Hush, Rosa-Marie. I’m trying to help you breathe and calm down. You’re still safe here, it’s only me and you in the bedroom on a nice fluffy bed.”

Nick: *likes what they've done with the place. Makes some tweaks to help fortify the area a little. Just some wall reinforcements and such. Nothing too major*

Lucille: *catches that look and smiles* I'll save you some for later, boy.

Dogmeat: (Soft woof as he rolls to lay on his back with his tongue out)

Cat: “Mreeeeowww??” (Casually struts up the stairs into the attic like she’s a runway model, going straight up to Lucille and sitting on her back legs while making a begging motion with her front paws)

(Note: I love writing animals lol. Idk if you can tell but I usually have lots of fun with them)

Lucille: You'll get some, too, when I'm done. *continues eating her fill*

Jasmine: (Sniffles, leaning away to cough and sneeze into her elbow to her best ability because she still has manners about that even when completely shredded on the inside and still partly trapped in a living nightmare)

Ma: (Reaches onto the nightstand for some tissues, putting them up to the girls face) “Blow, sweetheart.”

Jasmine: (Blows her nose, a sob whimpering out halfway through as she starts clawing at herself)

Ma: (Knocks Jazzy's hands away then tosses the tissue into the small waste bin, taking some more to wipe Jas's face down. She returns to massaging her to hopefully coax and soothe her into breathing better)

Joyce: (Hums again after a few moments, her eyes slowly fluttering open to stare at her gremlin boyfriend. She smiles warmly with a sleepy yawn) “Morning...”

Teshteal: Morning, my angel. *kisses her jaw*

Joyce: “Mhmmm….” (Yawns and stretches out, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She blinks at Teshteal as the sun shines on her face, her emerald eyes sparking adoringly)

Jasmine: (Breathes deeply along with the massage, calming down after some shudders and tenses although she’s still weeping with fear. She reaches for Ma with both hands outstretched, swatting the ghoul woman’s hands away so she can scoot closer to her)

Ma: (Takes the teen back into her embrace, rubbing deep circles on her back with one hand while the other pat her lower back)

Jasmine: (Snuggles back against her chest, arms tightly wraped around her neck. She would be crying for her dad to come for her if she could, but she doesn’t even know where she is anymore. All she knows is that the woman laying besides her is labeled safe in her head and she’s a hell of a lot nicer than the shadows that have been taunting and abusing her)

Teshteal: *looks up at those adoring eyes and blushes. He feels that hunger for her start to rise and fights like hell to suppress it. He doesn't want to do anything that could ruin this but it feels like even his programming is trying to convince him into it. He nuzzles her shoulder to hide his shameful expression. Instead he jokes* Mm... five more minutes... *almost a forced laugh at his stupid joke. His damn programming... that frightens him. If it's for him gratifying himself with her then it's using his own feelings against him to take her out of the picture*

Joyce: (Giggles a little at his joke, her voice as sweet as honey. She starts petting his head) “There’s no rush to go anywhere, love. We can stay here for as long as we want until we decide to head down and head down.”

Nick: *walking around. Decides to tend to repairs where he can. Gives him some more time to think.*

Jasmine: (Gets sucked back into her nightmare soon enough, her body tightly pressing up against Ma’s as she tries to battle what’s not real and what is)

Ma: (Reaches for the rag and water on the nightstand, gently patting the girl's neck and shoulders)

Jasmine: (Whines and sniffles, more terror boiling in her chest as the shadows take all the control and power)

Teshteal: *her voice makes it harder to resist that urge. Quietly* I'm a little worried if we stay here we may do something we'll both regret...

Joyce: (Blinks, thinking it over) “Oh yeah….” (Sleepily yawns, tossing her hair back) “If we fall back asleep, then Donny won’t have the heart to wake me up for my chores which means he’ll do them for me. And I feel bad enough for leaving him hanging for the past few days before yesterday.” (Closes her eyes again, snuggling up to her boyfriend while remaining oblivious to what he actually means) “But it’s just so warm and cozy here with you…”

Lucille: *leaves just enough bits of sausage to give to the two beggars*

Gardio: *also left some sausage for them* Here. Let's break this up for the two of them. *helps her by making a small portion for the cat. He sets both plates down in front each respective pet* There you two go. Enjoy.

Dogmeat: (Jumps down from the bed with a soften bark, chowing down on his sausage)

Cat: (Still sitting on her back legs, putting her paws up to her face and swinging around cutely when the sausage is served to her as an adorable happy dance. She then face plants into her plate, gobbling down her food with little munching noises of happiness)

Lucille: Aaw... cuties. *momentarily in a state of piece watching these two familiar animals gobble down their food*

Teshteal: Er... no. That's not what I meant... Besides you deserve to have a day off every once in a while. *blushes heavily* What I meant was something more... intimate. Third base intimate. That's what I'm worried about. *does not like saying it outloud despite being an adult. Just seems wrong to him*

Joyce: (Looks so confused as she pulls back) “What do you… ohhhhh…” (Face lights up when it clicks what Teshteal is talking about) “Ah, I wasn’t thinking that far ahead yet, hadn’t even crossed my mind.” (Gestures to the door with a small smile) “Do you wanna get up now then? We can go eat breakfast together.”

Ma: (Humming as she carefully parts Jasmines hair to keep it from getting too tangled as she’s been tossing around all night)

Jasmine: (Makes a gagging nose like she’s being choked, her hand around Ma going to her throat where she tries to scratch)

Ma: (Hushes her, taking her hand away as she reassures her again) “Shh, little one. It’s only a dream.” (Thinking about waking up Jas for the day as it seems as if her nightmares are only getting worse)

Jasmine: (Makes a soft noise like she’s pleading brokenheartedly, sounding desperate enough that it could make even a super mutant have sympathy)

Nick: *taking care of the animals since Donovan and Joyce seem indisposed at this point*

Teshteal: We can, but I don't want to leave the comfort of the bed. *stupid and lazy grin, looking up at his loving girlfriend* Only if you want to. I'm fine with whatever you want to do, angel.

Joyce: (Hugs the gremlin detective tighter, pulling up the blankets so they are nice and comfortably tucked in them) “Then let’s stay here and hold each other for some more. It’s not like breakfast is gonna walk away, although it might disappear if Pirate figures out how to open the fridge.”

Ma: (Tears up at Jasmines heart wrenching crying and begging. Her mind once more goes through the horrible possibilities the poor sweet girl might have faced)

Jasmine: (Trying to fight her assaulters as she has always done, or just run like hell. But she can’t even start to do either, they have their arms gripped around her waist so tightly that it’s making it hard to breathe. She can’t even scream bloody murder, not that anyone was ever around to help her so it was useless)

Ma: (Carefully pats Jasmines uninjured shoulder to wake her up) “Rosie, honey…”

Jasmine: (Feels a blinding hot pain erupt through her body from her legs and chest, followed by a cramp in her stomach. She starts kicking wildly, screaming at the top of her lungs, although since she’s so weak and her throat hurts it not as loud)

Ma: (Sits up so she can hold Jas down, continuing to hush the teen to get her to settle down)

Teshteal: *snuggles her some more and yawns with a cute little squeak*

Joyce: (Giggles like a schoolgirl, a huge and loving smile on her face) “Awwww, you’re adorable! Did you know that?” (Brushes some wild hair from off his face)

Jasmine: (Fights against Ma, squirming and swatting until she frees herself)

Ma: (Scrambles to get ahold of the teen) “Rosalinda! Sweetheart, you’re having a bad dream!” (Trying not to hurt Jas or make her panic even more)

Jasmine: (Falls off the bed with a yelp of pain as she lands on her sore spot on her waist, crawling to get away. Her face is completely damp with sweat and tears as she mewls in desperation)

Gardio: *goes downstairs to get some tools and materials to upgrade his daughter's arm*

Lucille: *ready to get her arm back already. Eating with one hand isn't fun*

Teshteal: *sheepish smile* Oh? Must be part of my devilish charm. *swishes his tail mischievously that remark*

Joyce: (Pat the back of his head) “Must be for sure, otherwise I’d say it’s witchcraft because I can’t take my eyes off of you…” (Starts massaging his back as she did yesterday through his shirt)

Gilbert: (Awake and trying to poke his head through the bars of his cage)

Ma: (Stands from the bed, making sure Jas isn’t hurting herself before she rearranges it so the sheets aren’t bunched under together)

Jasmine: (Attempting to crawl under the bed as it’s the only safe spot she can see, still convinced she’s in her nightmare)

Ma: (Bends down besides the girl, rubbing her back assuredly) “Rosalinda Marie Brookes, it’s me, Mrs Evelyn….”

Jasmine: (Shrieks at the contact and her name, immediately going to cover her face with her arms)

Ma: (Watches with a slight frown as Jas withers on the floor) “Baby, I’m not hurting you but you are hurting yourself. I’m going to pick you up now, alright?” (Carefully starts lifting Jas from the floor)

Jasmine: (Shuffles and yelps as Ma scoops her up in her arms, her hands trying to go for a knife in her boy shorts but she doesn’t have any there)

Ma: (Rocks her from side to side a bit, then sits on the edge of the bed) “Ssh…”

Gardio: *heads back upstairs with a bunch of stuff and a tool kit*

Lucille: *excited to see what they come up with*

Teshteal: *flirting with her* You sure you're not the benevolent witch in this scenario?

Joyce: (Grinning down at him) “Maybe I whipped up a love potion that was too strong, although I’m certain that they work better when the person is already in love with guy they are using it on…”

Puppies: (Also awake and are now whimpering softly and have their front paws on the wall of their playpen, staring up at the bed with their big eyes)

Jasmine: (Makes grabby hands at the door, barely being able to make out the shapes of the room through her tears and stuffy head) “Daddy…”

Ma: (Rubs her sides) “He’ll be back soon, sweetheart. I promise that hasn’t changed.”

Jasmine: (Kicks her feet like a toddler as she cries dramatically) “Nooooo!”

Ma: (Lays down on the bed with Jas on top of her so she can’t escape easily, gently brushing back her long curls so they aren’t everywhere while keeping an arm around her) “It’s okay Rosie. You were having a bad dream, you’re still safe.”

Jasmine: (Fights some more, then gives up with a defeated cry and sobs oceans as she cuddles up in the same spot she was earlier)

Nick: *wraps up with the animals* There. Now they won't have to worry... *finally goes to check on Jasmine... not looking forward to it honestly because he doubts she's in much better spirits than before but that's just the way things are right now. He walks into the guest room and holds back a tired sigh at the restless teen turned infant*

Gardio: *making armored casing that's meant to go around her arm. There's going to be a retractible steal blade in it, now*

Teshteal: *eyes sparkle at that last part* And now I'm madly in love with you... *he looks at the pen* Oh- I think they want your attention. *thinks they're all so precious despite what he knows the puppies will grow up to be*

Joyce: (Pouts and rises from the bed) “Way to ruin the moment you two.” (Sees Gilbert chewing on the bars of his cage) “I mean three…” (Walks over to the pen and lifts one of the puppies out, wiping her bottom down with a wet wipe before she sets her on the bed)

Light Brown Puppy: (Makes a beeline for Teshteal, her little sausage body wiggling all over the place as she goes to lick him)

Joyce: (As she wipes the male puppy down) “These two usually would be in Ma’s room, but since she’s rearranging it they are in here for now.” (Kisses the puppy’s itty-bitty face) “But they’re so cute that I’m not complaining!”

Jasmine: (Doesn’t notice her dad in the doorway of the guest room room, her face is completely buried in Ma’s chest as she weeps bitterly, her head blaring the annoying screeching sound that only makes her feel worse)

Ma: (Raises her head and gives a small smile at Nick, not saying anything just in case he’s only checking in to see how Jas is doing)

Jasmine: (Nuzzles closer to Ma and grips onto her dress, again trying to ground herself into reality with her heartbeat and the warmth from her skin)

Nick: *nods with a sad smile and comes closer* Hey, doll. You feeling any better?

Teshteal: *falls over playfully. He jokingly cries* Aaah! I'm being assailed! *gives the little brown sausage a dozen pets on her head and back*

Girl Puppy: (Attacks him with plenty of puppy kisses with her tiny tongue and little yips of happiness at the attention he’s giving her)

Joyce: (Breaks out into a huge grin and sets down the male puppy who immediately follows his playmates example) “Ahhh! They love you already!”

Gardio: *fashioning some proper casing for the fingers- not that it bothered Nick. Then again, maybe not taking into account proper maintenance and protection is an example that shouldn't be followed if the Acadia visit is anything to go by*

Jasmine: (Slowly raises her head at the sound of her dads voice. She stares up at Nick with big and teary eyes that have deep terror and pain written in them. She blinks twice, unsure of what to do as the last thing she remembers is that he snapped at her before disappearing into thin air. But she’s been crying for him all this time and now he’s finally here…)

Ma: (Pats Jasmines lower back to reassure her, wiping some tears off her cheeks with another tissue)

Jasmine: (Reaches out her arms for her dad to pick her up for a brief moment, then suddenly hides her face again in Ma’s chest with a frustrated scream at herself as her hands go to harshly tug on her hair)

Nick: *kindly but sadly at this reaction* Hey, Rosie. It's alright... *kneels down to her level so she doesn't feel threatened*

Ma: (Gently takes Jasmines hands away from her head so she doesn’t pull out her own hair)

Jasmine: (Would be kicking her feet but she can’t without possibly hurting Ma. She raises her head again at her Dad’s reassuring voice, searching his face for a long moment before she timidly holds out her arms to him with pleading childlike eyes that lock directly with his)

Teshteal: *giggling at all the puppy kisses* Yeah- Aside from big dogs, I really like animals! Always have since I was a kid growing up near the bad side of town.

Joyce: (Rushes over to take her spot besides Teshteal so she can join in the cuteness overload) “No wonder you were so fond of our chicks.” (Sits down on the bed, laughing as one of the puppies comes over to kiss her hands then climbs into her lap to lick her face)

Gilbert: (Still nibbling on the bars of his cage, looking slightly offended that Joyce’s attention is being held up with the puppies and her boyfriend)

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Rebirth (Chapter Two)

Alastor X Human!Reader ((Reincarnation!AU))

((@u@ I can’t stop. Every time I step away I need to write more. It’s consuming me. Two chapters in one day. I’m on a fucking roll.))

Prologue || One || Two

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What the Hell was going on? The Hello and smiley face was drying into your mirror while you ran out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around your frame and water still dripping down your skin. There was a loud cackle of thunder as lightning flashed into every corner of your apartment. You stumbled into the living room as you tripped over a box you didn’t see.

Suddenly there was an ungodly sound that struck your ears. From the floor, you struggled to get up. All the lights when out, turning off and leaving you in the darkness as a terrible ringing of static and chaos took over. As if things couldn’t get any weirder or more terrifying, you watched as the boxes began to shake, fall over, and spill out their contents all on their own. The only thing you could do was sit there, scared and frozen as paranormal activity continued around you.

You didn’t think it could get worse until everything stopped. There were boxes floating mid-air, frozen. The rain pelting against the window was still and stuck, not a single drop dripped down. Cold air caused ice to form on the windows. You could see your breath as everything turned icy with a white tint of a misty frozen glow. You started to shiver as you heard a menacing and low laugh. And that's when you watched your cat, Buck, patter by on the tips of his paws. Was this his doing? You only had him a few weeks, he was a rescue... Sure he was an asshole...? But a... A ghost? Voodoo demon? Monster? Uh... well you couldn’t be too sure about that anymore. 

Buck disappeared around a pile of tumbled clothes spilling from a box. You heard the snap and spark of static as a green glow shined from behind the boxes. When you expected Buck to come out from behind the pile, you were instead met with a shadowy figure with a face that you could easily make out. The figured gave you a wicked grin through what looked like a mouth that was stitched shut.

Stunned and scared and cold, you listened in fear as the spirit continued to laugh as it grew a pair of arms, ears, and antlers.

“Boo!” It finally jumped at you in its black foggy form. It was a deep and evil voice, “Did I scare you, human?” It asked as it drifted around the room, “Did you like my little act?” Your eyes followed it’s every move, “I haven’t been here in... haha... Centries. It feels good to be back on the surface.”

“W-who are you!?” You demanded quickly before it talked anymore, “W-what are you!? S-some kind of monster? What did you do with my cat?!”

“Soooo maanny questions,” The shadow figure drawled out slowly, mocking you as it’s face twisted into fake pitty, “I just don’t have the time to explain all that. I’m just here to help out an old friend of mine,” It moved towards some boxes that were still floating. You didn’t think it’d be able to touch them, seeing as it was a shadow of some kind. However, it dug into the box and threw random articles of clothing at you, “You’re gonna want to put these on- I don’t know how you humans dress anymore. Just look nice for him, okay? It’s very important that you do not look like that.” It waved a hand with long claws at you.

You were thrown a shirt, sweat pants, a few different sweaters and a couple of tank tops. At least you could use some of these. Who was this thing talking about and why was it even here? You didn’t think ghosts were real! You didn’t think anything supernatural was real!! What the fuck was going on!?

The shadow jumped at you for a second time, you could feel it cold icy claws pinch your cheeks as it got into your personal space, “And remember, dear!” He pinched hard and pulled your cheeks up, “You’re never fully dressed without a smile~!” It backed off before waving a hand for you to get on with it and get dressed. You did your best to throw a shirt over your head and shuffle the sweat pants on while having this shadow figure stare you down. As soon as you did that, it tore a large black claw into the air. It ripped the seams of seemingly nothing. The air opened up into what you could only describe as a portal opened before your eyes.

The grinning shadow held his arms open as the portal grew in size. Fire and brimstone burst from it, melting away all the frozen air and ice that had formed only seconds before. Screams of agony escaped the portal as unknown hands and arms tried to claw their way out. Then suddenly out jumped a figure. A person?

No... something similar to a person, but very different. You could smell the toxic and terrible smell of iron and blood wafting from the portal as this... other thing jumped out. The portal quickly closed and you were now alone in the dark with something not human. 

A bright and glowing smile came off of him. Large red eyes snapped open with an even brighter glow of their own. You were still on the floor, sitting there in a state of fear. The standoff sound of static bubbled into the air, it sounded as if someone was trying to change a radio station. The red eyes looked around then locked on you.

“What a mess we have here,” Said the person before you. His voice was weird and warped. It sounded like he was speaking through an old-timey microphone. He snapped his fingers and your apartment came to life. The boxes emptied themselves, your things were put away all on their own. Dishes flew and stacked themselves in the cupboards while clothes were folded and floated off to your closet. The lights turned on and you found that your apartment was perfectly unpacked and clean. Everything looked as normal as could be.

You finally got a good look at whatever was speaking to you. He was very tall, with wild red and black hair, ears to match, antlers or.. horns or something sprung from his head. He was red and black, head to toe, with an old microphone clutched in his claws.

“That’s better!” He said then flashed his evil eyes onto you, “Ah! My, my. You look as scared as I expected!” Was he trying to be nice or mean? You could hear a small laugh track play in the distance. His smile never left his face as he walked towards you and extended a hand, “I’m guessing you don’t remember me? Alastor’s the name, demonic entertaining is the game!” You stared coldly at his hand. You didn’t want to touch him. He took the hint and closed his hand and held it in a fist behind his back, “A pleasure! A true pleasure to be meeting you again, my sweet dear, my lovely (Y/n)!!” His voice wavered with static, some parts fuzzier than others.

A-again? What was he talking about, “I-I-I...I don’t- I don’t know you!” You barked back. You started to climb to your feet finally. It wasn’t cold anymore and everything seemed normal minus this... Alastor person, “What are you?” You couldn’t stop yourself from shaking like a leaf.

“What am I? Dear, I am a man of entertainment, you see. I live and breathe to entertain and be entertained,” His smile was wide and wicked, it grew in size as he took a step forward while waving an old microphone in his hands. He spoke into it with a grin, “And I’ve missed you’re entertaining smile for a long... long twenty-two years,” Twenty-two years? That’s how old you were... Weird. What the hell was he talking about!? “Now then, shall we get started?” He grinned a twisted smile, teeth flashing as stared you down. 

You took a step back, then another, “I don’t know what you’re talking about!” You exclaimed, “Why are you here?” Suddenly the demon warped into a shadow, slithered across the floor and reformed beside you, a hand on your shoulder as he invaded your space.

He kept smiling as he spoke, “For you! This may be a new body but the soul is the same,” Your soul? “You poor thing,” He sighed and gave you a pity smile with trickster eyes, “They gave you the same name, but none of your memories,” His voice made you shake. What the hell was he talking about? None of it made sense! “Perhaps I shall help you remember?” He extended his hand again for you to take, claws twitching to grab onto you.

“Remember what?” You were so confused. Clearly this wasn’t getting through to you. You swatted away his hand, still not interested in any of his funny business. 

He was getting very tired of your questions and you obviously weren’t going to play this his way. Very well. There was a shift in the static, it sounded like a radio changing stations, “Your last life,” Alastor said slowly, almost as if he was speaking to a child. You frowned at him, still confused, “Your soul, my dear, you’ve been reincarnated! Reborn! Given a second chance at the sweet game of life!” He gave a little wave of his finger as he gestured to you, a smug and shallow grin on his face, “I know that might be hard to believe. But it is true and I can prove it! I know your soul better than any living creature! Or the dead! Haha~!” He stretched tall onto his tiptoes to make a point. Everything about him was expressive but his face. A never-ending smile flashing at you.

It took a second for you to process what he was saying. You... or rather your soul knew him in a past life. But why was he here, “Do you... like... own my soul?” 

Alastor chuckled and shrugged his shoulders as he laughed, “I wouldn’t say own... But...” He then waved his hand dramatically in the air, “I knew you very well. You were...” He started to drift off, his gaze was foggy and a sinister look covered his face, “One of the most powerful demons that resided in Hell. A soul hundreds of years older than my own. A true sinner. A songstress that knew how to kill with a love song made of teeth and claws... Murdering for the fun of it, drenched in the blood of our enemies...” He paused, his voice filled with pops of static as he gazed into his memories. Then he quickly snapped back to a large smile, chuckling to himself,  “Ah, I do miss those screams.”

“So why are you here then? To drag me back to hell? If you don’t own my soul, then what is it?” This night was getting weirder and weirder. What did this mean for you? How much was this going to change your life?

“Quite correct. I’d like to bring you back home-”

“You’re gonna kill me!?” You cut him off, now scared and ready to run.

You could see a little wave of irritation crack onto his face. Alastor quickly recovered and smiled, “No. Well... Not yet. Your soul is washed all sparkly and new! If you were to die now you’d surely float up to heaven. You’re so pure that you’ve barely sinned a day in your mortal life. It’s just sad, really.” 

You suddenly wanted to defend yourself. You didn’t know why. You were speaking to a demon so there was no way you’ve sinned more than him,”I’ve... sinned,” So said slowly with a frown, “I’ve drank! I’ve smoked the devil’s lettuce!” He laughed at you, making you feel silly for even saying anything, “What makes you think I want to go to Hell, anyways,” You crossed your arms over your chest, still frowning but at least you weren’t as scared. You had a feeling Alastor, as intimidating as he was, meant what he said. So for now, at least, he wasn’t going to harm you. You found no reason for him to lie. 

He perked up at your question, “My dear, I’m sure that after you’ve spent a little time with me, you’ll come to realize how much fun it is down there. And no,” He seemed to already know your next question, “I cannot take a living mortal to Hell, as soon as you pass through the first gate, you die,” You opened your mouth to say something but he cut you off, “No,” He smiled wide, “You cannot make me go away. I will come and go as I please! You cannot do anything about my presence here, sweetheart, you’re out of luck! No amount of praying from a little priest or bishop will make me go away. Their influence has no effect over a demon from my background and status.” He plucked his bowtie and fixed it around his neck with a cheeky grin.

You wondered if he could read your mind or if he just expected all these questions. You thought some nasty things but he didn’t seem to react or be bothered. You shook those thoughts away and looked around the room, “So you’re just gonna... Haunt me?” 

For some reason, Alastor burst into laughter. A loud laugh track fizzled in and out with his fuzzy laughter. You weren’t even trying to be funny, “Yes, indeed! But I’m sure this is all a lot to take in and you need some time to let this soak. I am, however, a very busy man with many people to entertain. So I will only be here in my free time. And would you look at that!” He pulled a pocket watch out and flipped it open than snapped it shut, “I must be going! I have a splendid little hotel to attend too. You’d love what’s become of it. Now, a very good day to you, my dear! Until we meet again~!”

He snapped his finger and the screaming portal tore open the air. Alastor gave a little bow then sprung into its fiery embrace. You were finally left alone. It felt like hours had past but in reality, it wasn’t nearly that long. The thunderstorm still raged outside. Buck was back, but you weren’t sure how to feel about his presence now, seeing as he had ties to Alastor. Was he even a cat, or was he that shadow spirit in disguise? You made sure to remember to bring that up should Alastor really show up again.

A huge part of you wanted to call someone, anyone, and tell them what happened. After a few seconds of thought, you knew how bad of an idea that was. Another part of you was still convinced that none of that was real and you were just severely hallucinating. 

You told yourself you needed to go to bed. The only reason you knew it was all really real was that Alastor unpacked all of your things, you nearly forgot that you no longer had to make your bed so it nice when you entered your room, you saw that is was already made with your favorite blankets and pillows arranged just the way you like it. Okay... Maybe Alastor did know something about you. It did nothing to ease your thoughts however. You climbed into bed, hoping that sleep would come easy and that for the love of god, you hoped Alastor wouldn’t show up again.

[renataturner]

Not one person had wanted to be the one to bring this report to the captain. They'd drawn straws to see who the duty fell to, and of course, by pure dumb luck, it had been the rookie. He was already on edge around the intimidating woman, but the way some of his comrades had talked, the captain could very well kill the messenger when she read the contents. Steps taken towards her office were slow, hesitant, his stomach knotted with foreboding. No one knew what the file said, only that the person who had investigated and prepared it had said the bearer had best be ready to drop the file on her desk and run.

A shaking hand lifted and knocked on the large door to the captain's office. "Enter." Came her stern reply. The door was slowly pushed open. "A report for you, Captain Turner." He stammered. Renata stood and crossed over to him, her gaze cold and absolutely serious. One hand reached out and took the file. "Dismissed." She said, and the man hightailed it back to the barracks, slamming her door shut on his way out.

Her fingers lifted the wax seal and she opened the file, scanning as she walked back to her desk. The color fled from her cheeks, her ebony brows knitting, then rising. Then falling. Lips parted as shock rushed into her lungs, and her stomach lurched. For once, her tendency to forget to eat whilst working served in her favor, otherwise she might have lost her stomach.

There were logs. Pages of statistics, layouts, procedures, notes on torture, and then a report summary. She collapsed into her chair, unable to look away from the damning words.

Our source stationed at Castrum Centri reported that the reconditioning of the subject was successful. The prisoner was put through extensive scenario simulations and proved to be convincing. Mission was assigned, and rescue mission to rescue prisoner was permitted to be successful.

Source reports Imperial command is aware of the situation changes. A move was decided upon with input from the subject and carried out via a parchment left at subject's home.

Source reports Imperial command is aware of subject's temporary residence in the target in compliance with the plan.

Renata flipped back to the beginning of the file, the subject overview she had not really paid attention to. She prayed desperately, but she knew. She knew just from the summary. Maps flipped in her view as the pages turned in her search. A detailed map of the Vault. A full inventory, predating Emilien's betrayal. A detailed map of her office. She'd figured Emilien had given them as much, but now, in the light of the lamp on her desk, she was hit with something she was struggling to comprehend. Emilien had given only what he knew. The rest had come from...

Subject: Eorla Janelle Sevantai

Aka: Eorla Shirica, Eorla Brynn

Reconditioning: Successful

Status: Active

Primary Mission: Infiltrate the free company Wardens of the Ewer, provide intel, and obtain "Allagan Warship Schematics" and "Allagan Warship Materials and Process".

Secondary Mission(s) if possible: Eliminate Target - Renata Turner, Acquire Target - H'ehloh Kideh. Deliver acquisition to Castrum Centri for processing and transferral to Garlemald.

The sound that came from her was heard by the entire building, a sound that was simultaneously enraged, heartbroken. A sound that was both a roar and an agonized scream. No one would ever dare to speak of it, lest she lash out at them. But most of all, it reinforced that the woman was human after all, even if most were dismayed at the confirmation.

[aryalaenkha]

Aria’s Diary

DESERTION

Take place: ARR Age range: 34 y.o. Characters: Aria nan Laesca, Nero tol Scaeva, Gaius van Baelsar Ship verse: --- Special note: ---

“It took me five years. Five years before I decided to listen to that voice in my mind urging me to leave the army to follow my own path. And it was not an easy thing to do because deserting the Imperial Legion is punishable by death.

During the last few months, I carefully prepared my escape with the utmost discretion. Thanks to the research carried out on the fragments of Dalamud, I managed to combine Magitek and Allagan technologies to create a kind of device that would allow me to make myself invisible. Well... to visually occult my presence only since to this day I have not yet been able to find a way to fool the thermal and sound sensors.

However, my plan almost fell through when Nero tol Scaeva, an old friend from the Magitek Academy, joined the XIVth Legion to lead Gaius' new project. If I like Nero as much as he exasperates me, I would have gladly dispensed with his presence by my side. With his habit of sticking his nose into other people's business, I was afraid that he would find out about my shenanigans.

Anyway, in the end I put my plan into action. I knew that by discreetly replacing a working capacitor with a slightly defective one, I could overload the generator in my research lab if I pushed it to full power - which is often the case in some computational operations. Thus, by the time it reached the critical threshold, I had time to sneak out of the Praetorium thanks to my device, voluntarily leaving my clothes and identification card on the spot to simulate my death when my office exploded. This allowed me to create a diversion and I was able to cross Castrum Meridianum to the train station, walk back up the railway track and take advantage of the opening of the doors for the weekly convoy from Castrum Centri to escape.

I've been heading south for two days now, crossing the Northern Thanalan on foot. I am hungry, thirsty and exhausted. I will try to continue my way to Black Brush Station in Central Thanalan before reaching Ul'dah. At least, between my dusty clothes and the bandana I wear to hide my third eye, I should blend in pretty well..."

[harrenhollaback]

skskssk so i def want to know what all of your answers buuut 8 18 23 and 24 !!

you did not have to round 2 me back, thank you! and you’re joking when you say that right.. bc i am not above a ‘read more’ if you aren’t. ANTYWAYS

8. favorite arya costume?

her s7/8 outfit with the asymmetrical cloak is my favorite! i’d love it with her kid in winterfell hair, the bun + two braids. i’m trying to cosplay the signature look but all that quilting detail is SO homophobic. i do wish she and the starks wore more color tho ): it’s like we get it you’re from the north but like you still have no chill? brown and black? again? afuckingain?

18. from royalty to council seat to tradesperson, bard, mummer, fighter, you get what i mean. what station in westeros would you occupy?

this was the original version of this question:

so it’d be a tie between carpenter and mummer. carpentry and woodworking runs in my family and i’m v sure it’s just in our nucleotides. my little fate string is made out of the free twine you get outside of a home depot. and to be in a lil acting troupe would be the dream! live from king’s landing it’s saturday night!!

23. top mlm ships for gendry?

WERK. brotherhood polycule let’s get it poppin. some beatles circlejerking is definitely going on there

24. name three songs that you think fit arya, gendry, and/or the two of them together

speak to the wild by thurston moore (from sonic youth)!

sea castle by purity ring!

running with the wolves by aurora!

arya-centris asks 📜

[back2gaming]

MNL48 WEEKLY 02/22/2018

Weekly eliminations introduced, candidates sent packing, and a travel from Cavite in the south to Trinoma in the North makes Week 3 a physical and emotional roller-coaster ride.