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Long Live the King

Chapter 10: Heart of a Storm

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Back in the other clearing, Dr. J is still trying to wake up Henrik. The side of his head was bleeding so the good doctor tended to that as fast as he could. But, he still wasn’t waking up and Dr. J was worried he could be concussed. Or… he probably was but he wasn’t sure the severity.

Thinking fast, Dr. J sees the remains of one of the jewel-like fruits from earlier. He grabs one and cuts into it and then waves the fruit in front of Henny’s nose, just trying to expose the smell of it.

Henny’s eyes shoot open and he shoots up, “Verdammter Scheiß!” he shouts then holds his hands over his nose, blinking tears out of his eyes. He looks up at Dr. J as he throws the rotting fruit away. “Juwel… what- happened? Where are the others?? Where’s Alt??”

“Alt f-freaked out and you got hurt- the others went to get him back,” Dr. J explains quietly. He inspects Henny’s eyes and looks relieved there’s not an immediate sign of a concussion. “Are you alright?”

“Ah… my head is aching but… I-I am okay…” He pushes himself up and then helps Dr. J up. “We should hurry to find our friends! What if more kelpies or scary monsters are out there??”

As if on cue, a faint humming whine starts approaching. There's a light in the distance, and it's getting closer. Aneirin has been casting the ball lightning spell over and over. Whenever the last one bursts into a small shockwave of electricity, he immediately creates a new one and rolls it across the floor. It burns through the undergrowth, leaving a black trail for him and Magnificent to follow. Magnificent has kept up with Aneirin this whole time- determined to find his cub.

Dr. J and Henny stiffen at the sound. Henny pushes JJ behind him and holds onto his pocket watch, faint magic shimmering around his hand. “M-Maybe that is Alt?”

“They went the other way…!” Dr. J whispers. He looks around and finds his bow and fumbles to nock an arrow.

The ball lightning bursts into the clearing and both the boys jump and exclaim in shock. Henny tries to cast a pause spell to keep the lightning in place.

Instantly, the ball freezes. It's almost beautiful, actually, with its arcs of electricity hovering in midair. But its still deadly.

Henny’s eyes widen. Holding this spell is already straining- it must be very powerful. “What is this??” He gasps.

And then the King appears. He stumbles to a stop, surprised to see these two all by themselves in the woods. Then he grins. "Well, isn't this a sight." And his eyes lock onto JJ's face. "A bit familiar, even."

Magnificent stumbles in right after the King, catching his breath. He’s about to ask why they stopped when he sees the others and he grins. “Well well well! If it isn’t my two favorite puppets!”

Henny gasps and pushes Dr. J more behind him, “M-Magnificent!”

JJ looks at the King and swallows nervously. He does not like how he’s looking at him. His hands tremble on his bow.

“Oh put that down Jameson- we both know you wouldn’t hurt a fly~” Magnificent chuckles before he turns deadly serious, growling at the two with glowing eyes. “Where is he?”

Henny’s eyes widen, then he glares at Mag, baring his teeth. “He is not here. And we will not let you hurt him anymore!” He grabs his watch and spins the dial backwards- trying to see if he can get the ball lightning to rush back at the King and Mag.

The King's eyes widen. "What in the damn--?!" It's going backwards?! No time to think about it! He runs out of the way, trying to grab Magnificent but his grip isn't tight enough and he slips free as he rushes to the side.

Magnificent tries to rush away but then the lightning hits him dead on, sending him flying back as he yells out. He lands in a heap, electricity crackling and burning at his skin.

Henny looks surprised- “T-that worked?” He whispers.

Aneirin winces. He looks at Henny. "You. Drop that device."

Henny’s eyes widen as the King commands him. He doesn’t hesitate and does so. The pocket watch stops glowing and falls to the ground with a soft ting.

The King lunges forward immediately to try and grab it, simultaneously sweeping his seax in an arc to deter the two from getting too close to him.

“No!” Dr. J cries out and tries to shoot his arrow to stop the King- but the seax sweeps it back and he gets away with the watch.

Henny shakes out his head, “H-Hey! That is not yours! Give it back!”

The King backs away a little, grinning, dangling the watch from its chain. "It's funny that people think a plea like that will actually work," he says.

Magnificent pushes himself back up with a growl and whirls on Henny, anger palpable in his eyes, “You miserable fake magician! I should string you up by your fucking neck!”

Dr. J nocks another arrow and shakily aims it again. “Not another s-step! Either of you!”

Raising the seax, electricity crackles outward. "Go on and try. Lightning is faster than arrows." The King glances back at Magnificent. "Don't get carried away, Mag." He pauses. "How hurt are you?"

Dr. J doesn’t lower his trembling arm- but he doesn’t shoot either. Henny looks around for his weapon.

“Not enough to keep me down,” Magnificent growls. He glances at the watch and snorts, “The tall one is useless without that watch. And Jackson has been very well conditioned… but he's weak. They won’t be useful Iike Alt… but we might could use them as… leverage?” He suggests, grinning towards the King.

Aneirin's eyes light up. He grins right back. "What a great idea. The others are sure to come back." He moves he seax to the side, slicing through the air, and green lightning circles around Henny and JJ, crating a rough barrier.

Henny and Dr. J cry out, backing up and bumping into each other’s backs.

Henny turns and glares at Magnificent and the King. “You will not win this! The Elders are already helping us! You all will lose!”

Aneirin grins. "And so you think this land's gods will swoop in to save you? Ha! Let me tell you something, Henrik. If they could stop me, they would have done it a thousand years ago."

Henny bares his teeth, “They have! The Winged Elder brought Alt back to us! I will not be scared of a pompous false snake of a King!”

Meanehile, Dr. J is trembling so hard, trying not to look Magnificent’s way- afraid of what he’s going to do to the both of them. He’s been trying so hard to be a rock for the others- but here… all he can remember is that dark dungeon cell, flickering with green light.

The King’s eyes flicker over to JJ. "And don't hide behind false confidence. I can tell you're scared. At least your companion isn't trying to hide it. Those are some strong memories, hmm?"

Dr. J’s gaze flickers to the King and he trembles more. He can see into his mind?! His mouth opens and closes but no sound comes out.

Magnificent giggles, “Now… isn’t that a good puppy? Remembering his place… to be seen and not heard.”

Dr. J’s eyes fizzle with static and he completely drops his weapons now, standing up straight.

Henny turns around to see this and desperately starts to shake JJ’s shoulders. “no no no! Juwel! no you can’t fall into that again! Please!”

Aneirin grins. He glances at Magnificent. "That's a helpful trick you have there."

Magnificent grins back, “I told you he’s very well trained~ not worth much but- very fun to mess with~!”

And then the King looks back to Henny, his expression darkening. "And you should not speak about things you know nothing about. This isn't your world. You don't know how it works. I'm betting that your Alt still hasn't been restored to how you remember, has he? So shut up and stand there and wait."

Henny yells out in anger, looking like he’s ready to burst through the lightning and fight the King and Mag. But, the King’s command has him freezing in place, lips snapping shut. His eyes are wide with terror but- he can’t move.

Magnificent looks delighted, “Oh this is gonna be such a sight to see~!” He giggles. “Our cub will be putty in our hands again~!”

"Indeed." The King flips the seax in his hand. "No use hiding, given how overt this is. So let's get ready for them to return. They can't have gone too far, can they?" He closes his eyes, casting out his senses for others' thoughts. "Yes... I can feel them coming closer. It won't be long now."

Magnificent eyes glow bright with mad hunger, “Good.”

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Alt kept trying to glitch ahead as they make their way back- but he’s in no condition to. So soon enough, Bro is carrying Alt to keep him from being reckless.

Jackieboy was worried they’d get lost after all that excitement so he used his bracelet- following the blue orbs back to their resting spot. But then… the orbs flicker and then pulse with purple light. Jackieboy freezes, then looks back at Alt and Bro. “…I-I don’t think that’s a good sign-“

Jackie speeds up a bit, taking the lead. "I don't know anything about magic, but that definitely doesn't seem like a good thing."

"Isn't purple--A-Alt had purple on him earlier, isn't it--the sign of--" Marvin stammers. He reaches back and grabs Henrik's hand, who's lingering behind, pulling him a bit quicker.

"Hurry!" Chase says, nocking an arrow while he runs.

Jameson sees him doing this and does the same.

Soon, the crackling green energy of lightning comes into view. Jackie draws both his swords. "It's not just him!" he says, voice rising in volume.

Alt is panicking, simultaneously wanting to hide and wanting to run to his friends. "No no no! Nonono!" He pops and fizzles in Bro's arms, curling up and gripping at his head with his good arm as the hero pushes to go faster.

Jackieboy draws his knife and tries to catch up to Jackie.

They burst out into the small clearing and see it. The circle of lightning with Henny and JJ frozen inside, and Magnificent and Aneirin standing there, waiting.

"Well hello there," Aneirin says, grinning. "Welcome to the circle."

Bro and Jackieboy cry out at seeing Henny and Dr. J stuck. JJ doesn't acknowledge them at all, but Henny's eyes try to flicker towards them, looking fearful.

Chase gasps. He hesitates, not wanting to hurt JJ and Henny.

But Jameson reacts instinctively, loosing the arrow he has drawn.

Aneirin is not expecting that at all. The arrow hits him square in the shoulder and he stumbles backwards. The branches of the Wyldwood rustle. For a moment, the green in his eyes flicker, replaced by blue. And then it steadies again. "Oh. We're doing that, then."

"Fuck yeah, Jameson!" Jackieboy shouts.

Magnificent yells out at Aneirin getting hurt and then stands in front of him, baring his fangs at the cluster in front of them.

Bro's eyes glow bright blue in anger, and he helps set Alt on the ground. "Let go of our fucking friends." He growls dangerously, pulling out his sword.

Magnificent cackles madly and strides forward, "Not until you give back something of ours."

Alt shudders at this, gripping at his head as it starts to fill with static again.

"Oh Alt~! Come here, kitten." Magnificent tries to command.

"N-No!" Alt wheezes, eyes flickering wildly again.

Magnificent frowns angrily, his eyes glowing bright. Then, he breathes and tries to let his voice ring out smooth and charismatically. "Come now, Gentlemen... This can all be solved without more bloodshed, hm? Just... come back with us, Alt. And we'll free your friends~"

"Oh sure, of course you will," Marvin drawls, venom in his voice. "Of course we should believe you, you look so trustworthy, I'm sure we can do whatever you say. I know that if I was you, and I am, in one case, I would kill the rest of us as soon as I had what I want."

"You're not helping, Marvin!" Jackie snaps. "Alt, don't listen to them! They're not going to keep their word."

Aneirin stands up straight, breathing heavily. He reaches for the arrow in his shoulder, raising his seax--and in one swift motion, severs the arrow's shaft close to where it's embedded in his skin. He doesn't even flinch as the seax comes so close to him. "You don't know we won't," he says calmly. "We're on our own path right now, it will be more beneficial to go our separate ways and avoid conflict."

Chase shakes his head. "You're lying," he whispers. "You've wanted to kill us for so long. You won't let us go."

A small smile flickers across Aneirin's face. "Well, this is a dangerous place. Perhaps I won't need to kill you."

"Yes, you sound like such a reliable person," Marvin mutters.

Alt grips harder at his head, whimpering and biting back his sounds of distress.

“Leave him alone! Stop fucking torturing my brother, you sick fucks!” Bro screams, energy crackling around his arms like lightning.

“We haven’t hurt him, Fantastic!” Magnificent grins, “He offered to help us~! Didn’t you, Alt?” He flashes his eyes and creates a false image of the TRVLR, broken from their arrival. Alt doesn’t understand what it is but he knows it’s important. “You’re helping us find a way home, right?”

Alt’s eyes fill with purple and his face relaxes slightly as he breathes, “…y-yes… I… I need to help… the TRVLR…. It’s broken. I… I have to get us home…” He says distantly.

He starts to straighten up and walk towards the King and Mag but Jackieboy lashes out and grabs his arm. “Alt no! He’s lying!”

Jameson helps pull Alt back. They LIE, Alt! he signs frantically. Remember that?! They hurt people! He hesitates, and then pulls down the neck bow he wears, revealing the faint + shaped scar on his throat. This is the King's fault!

Alt still tries to pull himself forward, but being pulled back by both Jameson and Jackieboy has his injures flaring in pain- snapping him out of trance for a second. He's able to catch Jameson's signs and see his scar. His eyes widen. "T-The King... t-took your-?!"

"No it's not," Aneirin says, putting a little bit of influence into his voice. "You're mistaken."

The influence washes over Alt though and his eyes flash and glaze over slightly.

Even the rest of the fantasy guys look a bit unsure at that, buying into the influence, but Chase shakes his head. "No. No. No! You can't do this! You're not going to do this!" He pulls the bowstring back and quickly fires. He can't bring himself to shoot Jack's body, so he aims for Magnificent.

Bro doesn't seem affected and as he sees Chase going for Mag, he yells and goes for the King.

Chase's arrow hits Mag in the stomach and he yells out and stumbles back, digging his claws around his wound. He looks at Chase with murder in his eyes. "I'll roast your head on a fucking SPIKE-!" He screeches. "Enough fucking games! Alt- get rid of Chase Brody!"

Alt stiffens, eyes trying to fill with Mag's toxic magic again and he gasps, trying to fight. But, soon enough he slumps, his eyes filling with purple. He turns on Chase and growls, drawing his own seax and lashing out to cut him.

The King blocks Bro's sword slash, effortlessly deflecting it with his own seax. He laughs. "Amateur work," he smirks, and slashes back, electrifying the blade of his weapon.

Bro screams as the king's blade slices down his chest, shocking his body and making him fall back in a trembling heap.

"CHASE!" Jackieboy cries. He hurries down to his side then shakily holds his knife out at the King, trying to protect Bro. "F-Fucking get away from him!"

Meanwhile, Chase sees Alt coming. He whirls around and blocks the cut with his bow. The blade cuts deep into the wood but doesn't break it. "Alt! No!"

"Chase!" Jackie runs for him.

"N-no, I got this, go help other-me!" Chase insists.

Jackie hesitates, then nods and runs after Bro.

Jameson grabs Alt from behind and pulls him away from Chase. Alt cries out as Jameson grabs him but he tries to shake him off, growling.

"Alt, listen to me!" Chase says. "You're stronger than this! We know this! All your friends know this! They cannot control you. They cannot control you."

For a moment, as the forest rustles, the sunlight coming from between the branches turns the antlers on his mask golden.

Alt briefly looks at Chase and his eyes flicker wildly. The magic seems to fade all together as he sees the golden antlers, his eyes widening. Then, he narrows them in determination and nods, green-blue glowing bright in his eyes. "... y-you're right. They can't." Then he smiles a bit, "... not when I have friends like you."

Chase grins. "Precisely. And you have more friends, too. Friends who are in danger right now." He jerks his head towards the circle where Henny and JJ are stuck. Alt grins too and nods.

Meanwhile, Marvin conjures a shield around him and Henrik, whose vacant expression has turned glazed as he twitches slightly. Marvin glances around frantically, wanting to help but wanting to protect Henrik more. He grabs him and shakes him, urgently trying to snap him out of this.

"Or what?" Aneirin grins. Jackieboy trembles back, nearly falling over Bro. "You think you can hold me off with your--" Suddenly, with a sudden bellow of a shout, Jackie appears and brings both his swords down on the King.

The man barely dodges in time to avoid a devastating blow. Jackie breathes heavily. "You... stay... away from them."

Aneirin blinks. Then grins. "Fine, then." And he attacks Jackie with his seax.

Jackie knocks it to the side but the King keeps his grip on it and darts closer, ducking under Jackie's attempted slash but having to back away again as a second slash follows up. The two of them stay like that for a few seconds, dancing around each other. Jackie's strength in his sword fighting was always his agility, but the King is faster.

By now, Marvin has managed to get Henrik somewhat back to himself. He's currently rummaging around through his bag, looking for something.

Behind Chase, Alt catches the glimpse of a bird amongst the trees.

<Strength. It is within him.>

Alt looks back towards the others. He catches the glimpse of the bird and his eyes widen. Then, they fill with green-white light and crackles with electricity as he grins.

He can feel it inside himself... the heart of a storm.

Magnificent yells out in rage at this and in a buzz of static turns into his tiger form and charges at Chase, Jameson and Alt.

Alt whips around and panics at seeing Mag charge and then tries to find that strength. He grabs Chase and Jameson and pulls them down with him.

In a buzz of energy that leaves the hair on their arms sticking up, they're suddenly surrounded by familiar, electric green-white wings coming from Alt's back. Chase and Jameson gasp in awe at seeing the wings again.

Magnificent isn't expecting this at all- and the wings sweep out and knock him back. He roars in pain and then skids across the ground, stilling into a sparking heap.

Alt's wings flare out and he looks at them and then himself and then he laughs. He's awake this time- in control.

Back by the King, Once it looks like Jackie has a handle on him, Jackieboy turns Bro over and starts pressing on his wounds. "Chase- Chase-! Stay with us... Please!" He cries.

Bro is gritting his teeth in pain, eyes shut as his wound burns and crackles from the electricity. But, The wound isn't bleeding- Jackieboy finds this out quickly. Soon enough, he blinks open his eyes and pushes himself up, panting but seeing Jackie in trouble. He grits his teeth and gathers up power in his hand- then tries to shoot lightning at the King.

Jackie feels the crackling of lightning behind him and jumps backwards barely in time. Bro's lightning hits the King square in the chest and he staggers backwards.

And something... strange happens.

The trees rustle, and the shadow beneath the King's feet writhes--then disappears. And for a few seconds the green disappears from the King's eyes, replaced by a normal blue. The seax slips from his hands and he breathes heavily, swaying on his feet like it's been a long time since he stood.

Those blue eyes dart around the Wyldwood, and a hoarse voice comes out of his throat. "Kawair--"

And then the shadow returns and the King suddenly collapses.

Chase watches Magnificent get pushed aside and scrambles up. He's just in time to see everything happen with the King. His eyes widen, and he silently mouths the word the King said. A word that, thanks to the translation spell, everyone knows. "Help me."

Bro's eyes widen and Jackieboy drops his knife in shock.

Alt's head also snaps to the King, with enough time to see the control drop.

As the King collapses, The lightning around JJ and Henny lessens but doesn't vanish--though the Command on Henny does. Henny blinks out of the Command and then backs up, going to try to shake Dr. J awake again. "J-Juwel!"

But- Dr. J wakes up almost immediately, magic snapping out of his eyes. He shudders and leans up against Henny, who catches him.

Marvin tentatively drops the shield now that the King and Mag are--at least temporarily--incapacitated. He walks up to the lightning circle trapping JJ and Henny, scanning it. "Hey," he says. And he kneels down to the ground, rolling something under the circle. It's a small glass bottle, with one half of it filled with purple liquid and another half filled with pink liquid. "Pour that out. Not all of it. But Henrik thinks it might help."

Behind him, Henrik gives a little wave.

Henny blinks and then perks up excitedly seeing the potion. He looks to Marvin and nods, popping open the bottle and pouring about half of it out.

The liquids pour out onto the ground. Once they start to mix, they form a white mist that spreads across the ground and rises up. The lightning flickers as the fog reaches it... then eventually stops.

Henny looks around excitedly and hurriedly helps Dr. J up and out of where the lightning was- just in case it comes back. "T-Thank you! Mein gott... that was awful...."

JJ nods silently, clinging to Henny's side.

"The magic in the potion might be interfering with the magic in the lightning," Marvin explains. "Something about how the spirit's power is so different. They repel each other. Like the ends of two lodestones." He glances at Alt. "Probably also helps that your friend is distracting him."

Distracting is a way of putting it.

Alt's eyes flare brighter and- he does something reckless. He knows he won't have long before this burns the magic out of him.

He needs to extend the timer.

He finds one of the magic fruits again and takes a huge bite before shaking himself out, letting his magic fizzle bright around him. Then, in a mix of flying and glitching, he makes his way over to the King, landing in front of him and flaring his wings out in an intimidating display.

Jackieboy gasps, "A-Alt?"

Jackie backs away to make room for Alt. He looks confused, but glances at his other self and nods. "Let's let him work," he says.

The King stirs soon, lifting his head--revealing that his eyes are green again. Aneirin looks up at Alt. For a moment he goes a bit pale. But then he scowls. "What? Do you think you can scare me?" He starts reaching for his seax.

Alt smirks, "Kinda." He lashes out to try to grab the King by his collar.

Aneirin gasps slightly as Alt grabs the collar of his shirt, then scowls and grabs Alt's wrist, trying to push him away...but the blast Bro hit him with has left his muscles weak. Or is it that his control over the body is still shaky? No! He won't let that happen! He's been here for years now, he won't lose it now. Silently, he glares at Alt, waiting for whatever he's trying to do.

Alt's eyes are like an angry storm as he growls. The air is electric around them- almost suffocating. "I should fucking just end you for all the suffering you've caused! For all the shit you've put us through!" He opens up his other hand and a massive ball of green blue lightning forms.

Bro's voice cracks as he tries to call out, "A-Alt! No!"

"No no no no no!" Chase rushes forward. "Alt, he's possessed!"

Jackie almost grabs Alt's shoulder but then stops, deterred by the electric wings. "Chase is right, there's—there's—y-you're talking to a possessive spirit right now—'spiolash', we call them. I-it's taken over the real King's body."

"And has been in control for the past seven years!" Chase adds. "W-we can't—Jack—"

Alt stops himself as everyone yells at him. His eyes widen as they explain he's possessed. Especially when he hears the name Jack.

Aneirin grins. "I don't think you'll be able to convince him that easily, Chase mak Brody," he whispers. Maybe if he can throw Alt off by opposing this, he'll be distracted for long enough for him to grab his seax.

"Didn't you see that just now?!" Chase asks. "H-he was there for a moment! He—" He looks down at the King. "I know you're still in there! W-we're working on it, I-I promise!"

Aneirin laughs as he feels Aodhan trying to call out to Chase. Poor fool. Fools, actually. The both of them.

Alt looks back down at the King with a conflicted expression. His grip on him loosens for a second before he holds on a little tighter.

"Alt- please!" Bro calls out, "Hear them out!"

Alt seems too angry for a second, his expression getting stormier and his wings rising higher. He brings the King closer to him, their faces just barely touching. For a scary second- it looks like he might actually try to hurt him. Then, his expression softens as he tries to look past those hateful green eyes- towards whoever is trapped inside. "... you said you needed help. How can I help?"

Aneirin scowls. "I don't know what you think you can do, you idiot," he hisses, tightening his one-handed grip on Alt's wrist. "You don't understand. None of you do. I am eternal. You can't defeat me."

"Shut up! For the love of the Deaths!" Marvin shouts.

"I-I, uh, I usually talk to Jack through dreams--these magic ones," Chase explains. "I don't--know if you can do that--"

Alt bares his teeth at Aneirin, more electricity sparking between them. Then, Chase's statement makes a hazy memory come back.

Of... another man- that looked like him. He had glitched into Dr. J... and came out, waving his hand. 'I just did what I had to do. Alt might learn how to do this on his own someday.'

He knits his eyebrows together, "... I dunno if I can do that... but I can do something."

In an instant, Alt's body and his wings turn into a cluster of green, blue and white pixels and then they dive like a bolt of lightning into the King's head.

This sensation is familiar, and yet so different. Alt spirals through nerves and neurons, searching, parsing through thought pathways covered in a strange shadowy substance... until he gets to a spot where it's clear. Buried deep beneath all these shadows. Sounds filter in first, and then visuals, slower. This isn't real. He knows that. It feels more like a lucid dream. But what's said here is true. Most of the environment is vague and fuzzy. When he looks to the sides or behind him, he just sees a weird fog, like someone drew a fantastic background for a drawing and then used the blur tool to smear it all together.

In front of him is a man sitting on the floor. His face and build is exactly like the King's... except for the blue eyes. He wears fine clothes that have rips and tears in them, some of them edged in crusty red-brown. Chains connect his wrists, ankles, and neck to the floor. He looks surprised to see Alt there. 'You're... here?' he whispers.

Alt blinks open his eyes and looks around in confusion- then his eyes fall on Jack. The real King. His heart aches at seeing the King trapped and he tries to hurry over to see if he can... do anything. Is there anything he can do? "Y-Yeah I'm here! I can help- I can- do something!"

Jack laughs. 'S-sorry, it's just--it's really good to see someone else. Or... it's not really 'seeing,' but... it's nice to interact with someone else.' His faint smile falls. 'I-I'll tell you the same thing I did Chase. If you break the chains they just come back the next time. They're not real. They're whatever he wants them to be. But--but I think they have a plan out there. Chase has said they're on their way to find something. He hasn't said much, since he--Aneirin--can hear us in here. But I think... it's something that can help.'

Alt stops and looks back at Jack with a concerned and desperate expression. "...T-There has to be something I can do! I-I'm here... The Elders are helping-! E-Even if I don't know you- I can't just leave you here...!"

Jack laughs again. There are silver tears lining his eyes. He blinks them away. 'I... really appreciate that, Alt. You're so kind. But I... I don't know. I don't know what there is to do.' He shakes his head. The motion is accompanied by clinking metal. 'I'm just trusting that what Chase and the others are working on can do it. There's... there's a future where Aneirin is defeated. Jameson saw it. They're reaching for that. Alt... if you want to help, get Magnificent out of here. Take him back to your world. Those two are fucking terrifying together. Th-they can't both be here.'

Alt also has slight tears in his eyes. He slowly nods, "...I... I can do that... I'll make sure he never comes here again." He shakily sighs and looks away, knowing that means they probably can't come back either... not if Mag will try to find them every time. He finally looks back up at Jack, his eyes burning with determination. "... they'll save you. I trust them- I trust the Elders. If they could save me... they'll save you. I know it."

'...thank you,' Jack whispers. He gives Alt a watery smile. 'I-I hope they do. Chase definitely isn't going to give up. I can hang on until then.'

Alt gives him a small smile. "I know a Chase... they're really stubborn when it counts." He laughs lightly.

Jack pauses. 'And, um. In the more... immediate moment. If you have to knock out my body or something, do it. I really don't mind if it means Aneirin can't do anything.'

Alt hesitates then goes to put his hand on tops of Jack's and squeezes it. "Okay... just... stay strong, Jack."

Jack squeezes his hand in turn. 'I will,' he says. 'I swear it on my name. Farewell, Alt. Thank you.'

"Farewell, Jack."

And then, back out in the physical world, glitches start to form around the King's body before a collection of them burst back out and Alt's body forms again. His body stays a solid color for a second- bright green as his wings flare out.

The King's body had been slumped for about a minute while Alt had been inside his head. Once Alt is out again, Aneirin is back in control. He tries to get to his feet--

But before Alt even fully forms back, he grabs Aneirin again and then punches him straight in the face with all the strength he can muster- enough to bruise immediately.

There's a loud crack kinda like thunder before Alt lets his body drop back down and he blooms fully back into color. He glares down at his body and spits, "Jack says Fuck you, mu Rith."

Aneirin lies on the ground, stunned for a moment, and then tries to get up again, moving slowly.

"Can we... can we knock him out, you think?" Jackie asks.

"Oh, please?" Marvin adds.

"What--you two!" Chase stammers. "We just made it clear there's someone else in there!"

"Alright, but the spirit's going to kill us if we wait," Marvin says. "Can we knock him out?"

"Jack said it was okay," Alt calls back, "He just doesn't want this fucker to do anything."

"Well... if Jack says it..." Chase says reluctantly.

"Who wants to do the honors?" Jackie says.

Alt looks ready to rear back his foot and kick his lights out but he stops himself.

"Jair should get to do it," Marvin suggests.

Jameson looks at the others. Aneirin was still trying to move, slowly reaching for the seax.

There's no time to debate. Jameson draws his knife, walks forward... and slams the hilt into the King's head.

He collapses immediately.

Meanwhile, Alt glances at the body of Magnificent, who is struggling to get up now. He glares, "I'll take care of my bastard now.”

"Alt wait you're-!" Bro tries to call out.

But Alt doesn't hear him as he glitches over and then lands with one foot on top of Magnificent. He growls darkly, pushing his hand against Magnificent's snout as the tiger tries to react. His eyes fill with green white light and crackle as he snarls, "I'm giving you the taste of your own fucking medicine!"

There's another loud crack of thunder as lightning seemingly strikes the two. There's a roar of pain and then the light fades. And as it does- there's a body of a cat curled up on the forest floor, crackling with electricity.

Alt staggers back and unsteadily sways on his feet, looking down at the cat with a distant expression.

Everyone’s heads whip over in unison to see Alt and the cat.

"H-Holy shit-" Jackieboy breathes. Henny holds a hand over his mouth and Dr. J looks pale.

Marvin's eyes widen. "...oh," he whispers. "Don't... That's not... permanent, is it?"

“No…” Alt says dazedly, “Just until we get… get…”

The timer’s up.

Alt’s eyes roll up into the back of his head as his wings and the energy around him disappear in a quick zip, bursting up into the sky. Alt is immediately pale as he falls- and he lands in a boneless heap on the ground.

“Alt!” Bro cries, pushing himself up and rushing over to his side.

Jackie, Marvin, and Jameson all immediately abandon the King and rush over to Alt. Chase hesitates just long enough to be sure the King is breathing before also rushing over. The other swaps aren’t far behind.

Dr. J pushes forward and goes to feel his pulse and the others back up to give him space. It’s extremely high- his skin feels like it’s on fire. But he’s breathing- even if it’s fast and labored.

JJ tries to open up his mouth to tell everyone but, he finds he can’t. So he signs, He’s okay. High fever and pulse but… he’s breathing.

The fantasy boys look confused at the gestures he's making, and Marvin quickly casts that same translation spell as when Jackieboy, Henny, and JJ showed up, just in time to catch the end of his signing.

"Breathing is good," Jackie says quietly.

Henny sits back, stunned by all of this. Jackieboy seems to be too, lightly putting his hand on Henny’s shoulder.

Bro bends over Alt and then slowly goes to pick him up and then hugs him gently, hiding his face against him. His shoulders are shaking.

Henrik approaches Henny and Jackieboy, taking a moment to lean against the two of them, collecting himself. "D-do we... rest?" he says in a quiet voice. "Rest... seems good. That... last time... worked."

Henny blinks and then puts his arm around his other self, offering him comfort.

Dr. J nods, We should rest. I don’t think there’s much more we can do…

What about the cat? Jameson asks.

The cat isn’t moving but is breathing too, the magic still crackling around him. There’s some kind of green-blue rune in the center of his forehead- like a seal.

What is that seal?

"It must be keeping him in the cat form temporarily," Marvin says. "Good that it's temporary. I wouldn't want to be trapped as a cat. I mean... maybe if I could turn myself into one... but then what if someone traps me while I'm a cat?" His rambling is not really directed at anyone, more just him coping with the worry he feels towards Alt.

Jackieboy stares at the cat, “…Mag trapped Alt as a cat once. A tiger. Made him believe he was one for like… a month. Guess he finally had enough magic to … turn it on him.” He says quietly, seeming kind of out of it. “…he deserves it.”

Marvin shudders. "Trapped as a big cat... for that long... I suppose Magnificent does deserve it, at least for a little while."

Jackie frowns. "Maybe..." He picks up his swords and sheathes them, then looks back at the King's body lying on the ground. "What are we going to do with him?"

"Didn't we bring rope?" Marvin asks. "I'm sure I saw it in one of the packs."

Henrik starts grabbing the bags. He's looking around for somewhere good to possibly camp for the night.

As he and Jackie discuss that, Chase walks over to Bro and puts a hand on his shoulder. He doesn't say anything. Just stays there, supportively.

Bro is mumbling, holding Alt’s trembling, beaten body. It’s almost too quiet to hear- like a prayer. “…I just want one adventure… one adventure where you don’t get hurt… why are you always getting hurt, Anti…?”

He stiffens slightly as Chase touches him then lifts red lined eyes to look at him. He stares at his other self for a second before leaning against him, wordlessly thanking him. He sets Alt back down on the ground, but close enough to keep an eye on him.

Henny watches the others with a worried expression. “We cannot go home with Alt like this…” he mumbles sadly.

Dr. J now sits on the other side of Jackieboy, leaning up against him. He looks exhausted.

“…I guess we’re too far away to go back to the camp by the cliffs, huh?” Jackieboy asks, looking around at his tired everyone is. “Plus you all have your… your quest.”

"Much too far," Marvin agrees with Jackie. "It's starting to get dim, and I'm sure we don't want to walk around during night. And... yes, there's that." He looks around. "I know vaguely where we are and where we need to go. You guys... Once Alt is better... I don't know. Nevermind. I'll talk about it later once Alt is better."

"Better?" Henrik sits down sort of near Alt and Bro and Chase. "Um... s-supplies? Yes?" He's struggling to stay tethered.

"Henrik, last time you had something to help with a fever, right?" Chase asks quietly. "Something with witchcraft in it? Do you have that still?"

"Mm-hmm." Henrik takes a jar out of the bag. He hands it over to Chase, who offers it to Bro.

"I'm sure Alt will get better," Jackie says from where he is with the King. "He just had to rest last time we saw him do this."

“Henrik… you can rest too, it’s okay.” Bro says gently. He takes the salve and nods, going to spread it on Alt’s blistering skin.

“H-He ate more of the fruit- to give him a boost.” Jackieboy says with worry. “Henrik said he shouldn’t eat anymore… t-that his fever could burn up his body…”

Alt whimpers and scrunches his face up in pain, breathing fast, face covered in sweat. His veins are glowing green again- just like the last time. Pulsing with green and blue light, a hint at the power used. The salve sorta seems to help but it’s also hard to tell.

“He pushed himself when he was already injured…” Bro sighs. “Plus all that magic…! What if he…”

“…w-water,” Dr. J chokes out quietly, hardly louder than a whisper. “H-he needs water. To start. T-to cool down the fever and f-f-flush it out.”

“Water, of course.” Jackie nods. “It’s a good thing we packed some, isn’t it?” He looks around for the bags. Jameson has moved them all to one area and is already looking for all the water flasks.

Jackie hurries over to help, grabs one, and rushes over to Bro and Alt to hand it over. He glances at Henrik as he does. “Bro is right. You can take a break.”

Henrik blinks and looks up at him. “I-I-I am a doctor I need to—and I don’t want to untether—”

“I-I am a doctor too, Henrik,” Dr. J says quietly, “I can help, p-please rest.”

“It’s okay, Schneep,” Marvin says quietly. “We’ll help you get back. For now, stop pushing yourself.”

Henrik hesitates, then nods. He leans back against a tree and looks up into the branches.

JJ looks back to Bro and shakily says, “Alt m-might be able to drink if we can w-wake him up just enough… w-we need to make sure he doesn’t dehydrate w-with a fever this high.”

“Oh Juwel! We can use the fruit trick you did with me!” Henny says and rushes to grab one of the bad fruits.

“Ah jeez Hen be careful-“ Jackieboy tries to warn.

Henny smiles and then takes a knife and just barely cuts into the skin. “Do not worry, my friend. we just need enough for him to smell.”

“B-Be ready with the water, Chase,” Dr. J advises.

Bro holds Alt up in his lap and hovers the water flask near Alt. Henny leans in and holds the fruit near Alt’s nose.

Alt gasps, his eyes snapping open. But they’re still filled with pulsing white-green magic. He coughs and almost falls back limp but Bro catches him and puts the flask to his lips. “Drink, Anti, please-“

Deliriously, Alt is able to drink a bit of water with Bro’s help. But soon enough his eyes slip shut and he falls completely limp again.

“I-If we can f-find a rag we can cool him down with the water too-“ Dr. J mumbles.

"We just need some cloth, then?" Chase says. He pauses, then starts ripping his shirt from the hem.

Chase you don't have to do that, Jameson says.

But by the time he's finished saying that, Chase has already torn off a chunk of his tunic. "It's fine, we can patch it up once we're done here," he says.

Jameson sighs. He whistles for Chase's attention and then throws another flask of water his way.

Chase leans far to the side, barely catching it. He wets the bit of cloth with the water and crouches down next to Bro and Alt. "Here."

Bro smiles gratefully at Chase and takes the rag. He puts a bit more of the salve on Alt’s forehead then puts the wet cloth over it. Alt exhales and seems to relax some at the cool feeling.

"Him being asleep is probably fine, right?" Marvin asks. "I know sometimes you don't want someone to fall asleep, but it's probably alright in this situation, right?"

“I don’t think it’s like a concussion…” Bro mumbles, “I think it’ll be alright.”

"He spent all his energy," Jackie mumbles. "Remember, we compared it to your magic last time."

"If you keep bringing up the fact that I saved your sorry ass but then fell asleep for three days afterwards--" Marvin cuts himself off and shakes his head. "You're right. I think we figured out that was similar."

“I think… Marv- I mean… Mag used to tell me… that when you use a lot of magic sometimes your body just- forces you to sleep to gain that energy back. Kinda like… shutting you down so all your strength can be put back into getting your levels back to normal.” Jackieboy explains.

“…exactly like a fever.” Dr. J says, “sickness forces us to rest so the body can fight off the infection. Except in this case- it’s forcing Alt to rest so he can’t use any more magic.”

Marvin nods. “Precisely. Your body shuts down so you won’t do anything else.

Henny frowns in worry and then goes to take Alt’s hand, squeezing it tightly. “…do you think all of this might have fixed his memory…?”

“… I suppose we’ll see.” Marvin mumbles.

“He seemed to know who you all are,” Jackie says slowly. “Which is a step forward. Maybe… maybe once he wakes up, his memory will… settle? And if it doesn’t, I’m sure we can help.”

Chase sighs. “If we’re going to be waiting here for a while, let’s get the bedrolls out. We brought an extra one for Alt.”

Jackie nods, and he and Chase and Jameson start setting up a camp.

The swaps nod though they look concerned. Henny keeps holding Alt’s hand and rubbing his thumb against it. Jackieboy half hugs Dr. J against him. Bro keeps moving around the cloth to wet Alt’s forehead and neck. The magic is his veins just barely seems to dim but- it’s something.

Marvin, meanwhile, picks up the new cat Mag and sets him down next to the King, who is still unconscious and has been tied to the nearest tree. Draco sniffs the Mag cat then jerks backwards, fur along his spine standing on end.

The Mag cat’s eyes blink open as Draco approaches and then staggers up and hisses at him. He then seems to realize he’s still hissing and looks down at himself. He starts to freak out, yowling in distress. He backs up into the King’s side and continues to hiss towards Draco, tail curled around him and ears back.

“Oop- guess the cat bitch is up.” Jackieboy winces.

“Guess so,” Jackie mutters. “I feel sort of bad threatening a cat.”

“Don’t,” Marvin says. “He’s not really a cat.” He grabs Draco and gently pulls him backwards. It’s harder than usual as Draco has his claws out and digging into the ground. “Alright, Magnificent. Here’s the deal. You’re going to be stuck like that for a while. And sure, you could wander off into the Wyldwood if you want, but that seems very dangerous for someone of that size. So. It’s probably better for you to stick around.”

Magnificent crouches down, pressing his body against the King's leg and hisses at Marvin. He flattens his ears at Marvin's advice but glares at him with bared teeth.

What about the King? Jameson asks. Is he waking up soon?

Marvin glances at the King. He reluctantly reaches out and shakes him. The King’s eyelids flutter and he groans slightly but doesn’t really move much more. “Probably soon.”

When he tries to shake the king, Mag tries to swipe at him with his claws.

"God he's gonna be a nightmare to deal with," Jackieboy mutters.

"No worse than he usually is," Bro sighs.

"Ah- true. At least this way he can't magic us and shit-"

Marvin pulls his hand back sharply. "All above! I wasn't going to do anything to him, you know!" He glares at Magnificent. "Why do you even care? You know he's probably using you."

Magnificent just keeps hissing and growling at the others, protectively sticking by the King.

Can I point something out? Jameson says. Unlike Magnificent, the King can still use magic right now.

"Damn it, that's true." Marvin pauses, thinking. "The commands are the greatest danger to us, though, and he can't use those if he can't speak..."

Chase raises an eyebrow. "Do you think Magnificent is going to let you get close enough to gag him?"

"I don't need to." Marvin takes some light from his amulet and casts that same silence spell from earlier, except much smaller, just big enough to cover the King and one other person. Marvin says in handspeak, It won't be a problem if we can't hear the commands.

The others blink in surprise at the spell and then Jackieboy gives Marvin a crooked grin. "Clever!"

Bro frowns remembering what Marvin said to Mag and looks back at him, "...you know... I dunno if they were... actually using each other this time. Maybe they would have but... out of all the villains me and Alt have met? ... the King is the most like Mag... in terms of goals, if anything... the need for power and control."

"...that is probably why they were so scary together..." Henny says in a small voice.

Jackie shudders. "I can't imagine what they would have been able to do together. It's good that we've stopped them here. If we've stopped them here." He glares suspiciously at Magnificent and the King. "I know that Magnificent is going to go back to your world, but what do we do about him?"

"I don't know if we can drag him along," Chase says slowly. "Wherever we're going will help us defeat him. I don't think we'll want him knowing what's there."

He's probably resourceful enough to break out eventually, Jameson says. We could just... leave.

"I'd feel bad about abandoning Jack, though..."

"...I think Jack would understand..." Bro says quietly, "... I mean you guys said it's been 7 years...? As much as it sucks... h-he can probably wait a bit longer. Just to make sure you have the best chance of success."

"It is not abandoning either." Henny tells Chase gently, "You will come back. I am sure Jack knows this..."

"Plus, now maybe you'll be better equipped when you guys come next!" Jackieboy grins, "We've seen a bunch of monsters- so you'll know better what to expect!"

While they discuss this, the King slowly starts to stir. Aneirin opens his eyes and instantly notices the rope tying him to the tree. He starts to struggle but the rope holds him tight. Then he notices Marvin. He tries to say something, but of course, the spell is muffling his voice. His eyes widen, and then he glares at Marvin, pure anger in his gaze.

Marvin silently backs away.

Aneirin keeps glaring at him for a while, then looks down and notices Mag there. He blinks, surprised, unsure how to react to him being 1) a cat, and 2) right next to him.

Mag looks back up at Aneirin- and looking at his eyes, the King can recognize who it is, if he hadn't figured it out already. He has the same scars around his blind eye and a rust-like marking like his mask. The rune on his head pulses with Alt's magic. He looks almost- embarrassed to be stuck like this, his ears flattening. He curls up, giving the King a bit more space but staying close. He glares at the others, his tail flicking angrily.

Aneirin's eyes widen as he realizes what this cat is. A smile flickers across his face for a moment but it quickly fades as he realizes that he doesn't actually like seeing Magnificent suffer. Not like this. He mouths the Glasish word for "sorry."

Mag looks back in time to see him mouth the word. He huffs slightly- then presses his head against Aneirin's leg.

"Yeah, I guess..." Chase says slowly. He looks over at the King. "Jack, if you're hearing this right now, we'll be back for you."

Aneirin glares and makes a gesture that the Swaps don't recognize but which is clear from the context and how offended the fantasy guys look.

"Well to you, too!" Marvin gasps.

As if on the same wavelength, Bro and Jackieboy glare then both of them flip the King off at the same time.

"Go n-ithe an cat thú is go n-ithe an diabhal an cat!" Jackieboy curses in Irish.

"... where the fuck did you learn that?" Bro asks, blinking at Jackie.

"...I dunno my mam used to yell it at anyone who pissed her off-"

The others can recognize what it means though thanks to the translation spell: May the cat eat you and the [devil] eat the cat!

...strangely fitting.

Aneirin looks at Jackieboy in surprise and confusion, which quickly turns to anger. He scowls and looks away, deciding to ignore that.

Henny and Dr. J exchange looks and then break into quiet giggling.

The fantasy guys look at Jackieboy with confusion before Marvin starts giggling along with Henny and JJ. "That's a good one, we should remember it," he says.

Jackie starts giggling as well. "I'm not sure what a 'defel' is, but I think I get the point of it."

Jameson smiles and starts taking food out of the food bag. We should have supper. Of course, we'll save some for Alt, too.

Bro looks over to Jameson and smiles gratefully, "Thanks, Jameson... I'm sure he'll be super hungry when he wakes up."

"Oh yeah- dude's a monster when he's hungry." Jackieboy grins. "Though- nothing rivals you when you're starving, Bro."

Bro shrugs with a grin, "Imma big strong boy! I need all I can get!" He then makes a face while he thinks,"oh yeah to explain… From what I know- whatever spirit is possessing the King is probably the closest a devil could be." Bro giggles. "So ah- ah... what did you call it? A ssss something-"

"'Spiolash'," Chase says. "Though often people just call them possessive spirits. There's some superstition that saying that name will draw their attention and they'll possess you." He glances at Aneirin, who rolls his eyes. "Though this one is strangely powerful."

"Or like- if there's any evil Elders they’d be like a devil." Jackieboy shrugs, "Probably not cuz the Elders seem cool. But like- in our religion... that none of us practice but we know- the devil used to be like a god, but fell from grace and became a bitch ass."

"Man I love when you talk church, Jackie," Bro laughs, "You should become a priest."

"Please do not." Dr. J sighs in exaggeration.

The other swaps all laugh.

"The Elders aren't malicious, but they will strike back if you cross them or their domains," Jackie explains. "I wonder... would it be possible for an Elder to fall from grace and become wrathful?"

"Isn't there a story about the Celestial Sisters that's like that?" Marvin wonders.

Henrik suddenly starts. "No, those are cheap untrue cult variants. Luna did not wish for power from Sola, Sola was not a tyrant to her sister, both of those versions are wrong and their followers are prejudiced assholes."

"Hey, welcome back, Henrik!" Jackie says cheerfully. "Are you hungry?"

"A bit." Marvin passes him a small packet of food. "So apparently all we needed to do was say something wrong."

"Apparently."

Jackieboy opens his mouth to say something at hearing the name Luna but Bro preemptively smacks him. "Do not expose these guys to my little pony Jackie i swear to god-" He hisses as Jackieboy tries not to break into laughter.

Dr. J smacks him too. "Be respectful!"

Henny smiles at his other self, "Glad you are back, other me! I was very worried for you..."

Henrik smiles a bit. "Th-thank you. I am still feeling a bit strange, but better."

"Better enough to correct people," Chase chuckles.

"Are there really people like that who follow the faith?" Jackie asks.

"Back on the east continent, yes," Henrik says. "Those who say Luna is evil are often the sort who like to control others, and those who say Sola is evil are often the sort who like to cause chaos. Neither of the Sisters would approve of that. They rule together but separately, a balance between order and freedom."

"There are some people who use the Elders to justify their bad behavior as well," Marvin mutters. "We're lucky they're few and far between."

Henny shifts a bit, "To be fair- people do that with some of our religions back home too. There is... always evil people who twist faiths to suit their narratives. It is sad... they do not come from a place of wanting to learn, but of hate."

Jameson looks at Jackieboy, confused. Ponies?

Jackie laughs a bit. "What a shift of tone."

Bro hits Jackieboy again and Jackieboy exclaims, "OW! Stop hitting me! Technically you brought it up!"

"Only cuz I knew you were going to you, ya fucking meme lord!" Bro exclaims.

"I was gonna bring up that my daughter likes the show and the princesses! And say that the story of Luna and Celestia was similar! That's it! Why ya gotta assume it was something bad??"

"Cuz I will never forgive you for the rainbow dash thing-"

Dr. J sighs, "How on earth were you gotta explain a colorful pony show to people who don't even know what a TV is, Jackie?"

Jackie pauses and then knits his eyebrows together in thought. "... uhhhhh-"

JJ looks up to the sky in exasperation.

The guys all look confused at this conversation.

"A show? Like... a play?" Marvin asks slowly.

Dr. J looks relived, "Yes, kinda like a play."

"So it's a story of some kind," Chase guesses. "Maybe an ongoing one like those morality plays--did you guys see those?" The question is addressed to the guys from this world.

"I never saw them as a kid, but there were a lot of performances when we were living in the same city together." Jackie gestures to himself, Marvin, and Henrik.

How do you put on a play about horses? Jameson says, confused.

"Well I'm sure it is not literally a play, just like a play, for our understanding," Henrik says.

"That is a good way to describe it-" Jackieboy muses. "But it's more like- a play... in a tiny box- the TV- and instead of actors it's pictures that move. They create stories that way! But with... lightning. It powers it and shit."

"Is a 'tíví' like those metal devices you have? Last time Chase and Alt brought some, they are this big and showed pictures on them." Henrik holds up his hand, mimicking holding a phone.

Meanwhile, Aneirin is gently banging his head against the tree, half-hoping to knock himself out again instead of listening to this inane chatter. Internally, Jack is actually pretty fascinated with all this.

Bro blinks and then brightens up, laughing, "Oh yeah! The first time we met- I-I tried to give you my phone!" He starts to laugh, "I thought that- that you might know how to get service! I was so fucking confused- I hadn't realized we were somewhere they wouldn't work! I remember you holding it like it was something super important, Henrik!"

"What did they say about it?" Henny asks with a tilted head, "Maybe they were just as confused as I was!"

"I have no idea- they were speaking Glasish and we hadn't found a way to translate yet!"

Henrik chuckles a little. "I was showing Jackie how neat it all was. Everything was so smooth and the angles were so perfect and there were those tiny lines and holes--I had never seen such fantastic craftsmanship."

"To be fair- the phones aren't made by people," Jackieboy says, "They're made by machines! That's why they look so neat. S'different from here where everything is made by hand."

Bro laughs more, realizing how ridiculous he was when he first got here. "I remember being convinced I was in a really realistic ren fair- and like- it took me forever to realize Jackie was Jackie cuz they're were saying it more with a D- Dyaki-"

"oh my god- Chase-" Dr. J laughs, shaking his head. "Your mind astounds me."

"My name is Dyaki," Jackie says, confused. "That's--that's how you say it? I suppose you all are pronouncing it more like 'Dshak-EE'... And then you're pronoucning Tshais like 'TCHaays'... wait hold on. I'm... I'm having a moment here. It's been all off, hasn't it? That spell is strong for correcting all the pronouncing."

Marvin laughs a little and The swaps laugh too.

"Yeah it's a crazy spell huh? I'm glad Alt found one that can work so well..." Bro says, lightly smoothing back Alt's hair as he rests. Alt stirs slightly and then presses into Bro's hand, kinda like a cat wanting to be pet. He seems to be cooling down. Slowly... but enough. Bro smiles.

Jackieboy pulls something out of his bag, "We still have our Phones but- they're dead right now. They have to be powered to work. Alt might be able to get them working when he wakes up!"

"So yes, Henrik a TV is similar- but much bigger," Dr. J shows, making the gestures for how big one is, "And it plays moving pictures on the screen for us to watch."

Moving pictures? Jameson leans forward, eyes lighting up a bit. I saw something like that once! Clearly it's nothing at all like what you're talking about. But I saw a device with pictures on it that, when it spun fast enough, looked like motion. I can't remember the name of it, but I LOVED it.

"Oh oh!! I know what that is!!" Henny says excitedly, "That sounds like a zoetrope!!”

Jameson brightens. Yes, that's exactly what it was called! I don't think there's a word for it in handspeak, though.

”We had some in my time too! But I remember being so entranced by the tvses and bright pictures when I first arrived." Henny giggles.

"I could not get you away from the TV for like a week," Dr. J says, shaking his head with a smile.

"It was so pretty and bright! and funny!"

"A 'fón' and a 'skrín' and a 'tíví.'" Chase laughs a little. "These are all such strange words... And we know about how your world uses lightning for so much. Alt said last time that you even use money that way. Here, we still use gold. Or sometimes jasper, which is a sort of crystal."

Dr. J looks to Chase, "Oh! How fascinating! We use... lightning, yes. But, us old fashioned folks still use paper money too."

"I think you're insane for still carrying cash, Jay," Jackieboy laughs.

"It helps me stay on top of things! Plus it was easier to use with Henrik since he understood it."

"I still do not understand the money card..." Henny says, shaking his head. "How does it hold it all? Where does it go??? It is so tiny!!"

"Do you think the name of things like, uh, zoetropes, are being translated by the spell too?" Chase wonders.

"Ugh. I don't want to think about that. It makes my head hurt," Jackie mutters.

"Oh, but your head doesn't hurt at the idea of lightning money?" Marvin says teasingly.

"It doesn't, but that's because it's all so strange that it's easier to just accept it," Jackie says. "And I've never seen these tívís or money cards but I am right now experiencing the translation."

"Zoetrope is an older word now- and it was made up by someone, using other older words. So, now it just means that!" Henny grins, "Learning about where words come from fascinates me too because I know many languages. My mother was German and my Father spoke English and French. That is why my accent is all over the place!" He giggles.

This is fun, Jameson says cheerfully. I love hearing about these differences, it's so fascinating.

Dr. J smiles, "I like learning the differences too. It is so interesting, especially because this place is not a one on one on how we understand our own past."

"Oo, I have one more question," Chase says. "Bro, you mentioned a 'ren' fair earlier, that you thought our camp was one when you first appeared. What is that?"

"Oo! Is it like a training field for warriors?" Jackie asks excitedly. "Because I do think that our Phantom camps resemble those fields sometimes."

Bro blinks and then laughs, " A Ren fair! Short for 'renaissance'-"

"Which is basically a big fancy word for a certain time in the past," Jackieboy explains, "A time with knights and kings and people riding horse back and fighting with swords-"

"So- very similar to here." Bro cuts him off with a chuckle, "The whole thing isn't like a training field but! There's places where performers will act out fighting scenes with swords or jousting tournaments to show how people fought. Or let you try archery. Its a way for us to connect and understand our past better and see re-enactments on how they lived. And like- buy cool shit too. People love old fancy stuff."

"It's like playing pretend! And you get to dress up!" Jackieboy grins.

"Which is why I thought I was in one when I first came, "Bro laughs, "No one dresses up like this on a normal day back home."

Henrik chuckles. "Yes, I remember your strange outfit well. It was so bright, I cannot believe you all wear colors like that all the time. Dyeing cloth must be so much easier there than it is there."

"People always love older times," Jackie sighs. "We still tell stories about the old days before the kingdom was united."

Still stuck in the silence spell, Aneirin mutters something with a dark expression.

"Maybe if we ever go to your world you can take us to one of these fairs," Chase says. "I doubt we will, but it's an interesting thought. We can compare more differences."

"You want to go to another world where they have moving pictures and use money created by lightning... and you want to see the things that are already similar to here," Marvin sums up.

"...it does sound a bit idiotic when you say it like that."

Don't feel bad, Chase, I understand, Jameson says. The familiar is appealing.

"Personally, I would like to see more outfits from the other world," Henrik says.

"I will say, woman's outfits back home? Fucking stellar man- Zara and Kelsie have such pretty clothes." Jackieboy sighs with a lovesick smile.

"Ooo, and you mention being able to travel really fast, I'd love to experience that," Jackie adds.

"I'm still curious about blue raspberry myself," Marvin says. "Your food must be so different."

"Man- I'd love to take you guys- but I'm afraid the differences might blow your minds," Bro laughs, though it sounds a bit sad.

"It is... hard to adjust, but it is also wonderful." Henny says with a smile. He looks at the others and seems timid for a second before he sighs and tries to look brave. "If you all do come some day, I can help! Because I... am also out of time. Not nearly as much as you are here but I told Jameson- I believe it is a 90 year difference between where I was living to where we are now."

"You are also out of time?" Jackie repeats, eyes wide. "Whoa... that's also breaking my head."

"To be honest, It was breaking my head as well," Henny giggles.

"You've adjusted like a champ though, Schneep!" Jackieboy grins and pats Henny on the back.

The taller gentleman blushes and hides his then idly fidgets with his hands- "It was so strange to be somewhere where everything was so slick and shiny and bright. The signs would shine bright like the sun but move in ways I could not understand. It was hard too because at the time I could not hear too. But... everything is bright- clothes, hair, the sights. The food is so many flavors! Things you would not even think of! Spicy and sweet and creamy and so so salty. And everything is- electric! Powered by lightning and so so fast- but... I like it. So much." He grins, patting his bright teal hair. "Sometimes I go to find things I understand when I am overwhelmed but- finding new things to learn is very funny too." He then blinks and laughs, "In a way- coming into the Wyldwood was very similar to me coming to our world the first time. So strange and fastastical and... kind of scary."

Jameson grins. It's a bit hard to adjust to, but I imagine it's hard for these guys to adjust to our world, too. As hard as it would be for us to adjust to theirs.

"It would be hard, but maybe one day," Jackie says. "It sounds so fascinating. I know that you all have a tool that allows you to travel to other worlds. The, uh... 'tráfelr'? That's not at all how you say it, I know." He laughs a little. "We don't have that here, but I'm sure there's a way with magic. We can come visit you and see all these bright sights."

"It sounds so interesting," Henrik agrees.

"Yes, it really does." Marvin's eyes light up. "A world with all these same things--not to mention magic that works differently. I'd love to explore it some day."

"We'll try to find a way," Chase says. "Once we have everything settled here, we can try."

Bro makes a thinking face, "Hm... we could use the TRVLR maybe but- I dunno if it's powerful enough to jump like 10 people at once..."

Alt's eyes flutter open slightly. He blearily looks out and then mutters, "...doorway..."

The swaps all freeze and Bro leans down closer to listen to Alt, "What was that, Alt?"

"mm... t'ere's a doorway h..here..." Alt mumbles quietly, "...was lookin' for it... s'like the one with the... the inverted us-es... the f-first ones..." He squeezes his eyes shut and lets out a shuddery breath.

Bro's eyes widen, "Like the one Mag found in Sclera?"

Alt nods tiredly and slumps back down. "mmmaybe... could use..." He opens back up his eyes but seems to be struggling to keep them open. "...dunno... needs gli'chin..."

And then he's out again.

The others start, all unconsciously leaning forward as Alt stirs slightly. And then back when he falls asleep again.

"A doorway?" Marvin repeats. "You know... there are rumors that float around among wizards about a stone arch that can do incredible things. Maybe... that's what he means?"

"And that's why the King and Magnificent brought Alt here?" Chase asks. "To try and find another way to get to other worlds?" He looks towards the pair, but Mag is a cat and Aneirin is still under the silence spell, and even if they were able to talk it's clear from their expressions that they wouldn't. Mag flicks his tail and bares his teeth at the others as they look their way.

Chase turns back around. "Well, like I said, we can try after everything is settled down here. Maybe Jack can tell us once he's free. He's been there for anything that spirit has said."

"What about the ghlishing?" Jackie points out.

"There has to be something here that can work the same way," Marvin says, determined. "If this is something that exists in multiple worlds, it only makes sense that it would appear in worlds where it could be used."

"Yeahhh from what I know- it takes black magic and glitching," Bro says, re-checking over Alt and rewetting the cloth to keep cooling him down as he talks. "But, none of those are really here if Mag and Alt aren't. So... I'm sure there's another way. Otherwise, why would it be here? Someone had to have made it. Even if it was a long ass time ago.”

Dr. J nods and then looks back at the King and Mag. "... I think waiting would be wise. Our world isn't going anywhere. We'd be delighted to have you- but even more so if you can travel to us safely."

Jameson looks around. Well, to talk about something else, it's getting dark. Should we stop and try to sleep?

Jackieboy stretches and nods, "Probably... it's been a long day."

"You know it's been one if you're agreeing to sleep," Dr. J smirks at Jackie.

Jackieboy shrugs.

"Yes... maybe more sleep would be good- so Alt can get all the rest he needs too." Henny agrees.

"...we might need to stay up to monitor his temp-" Dr. J starts to say.

"I got it," Bro volunteers. "And I can wake you if anything seems bad."

"If you can wake me in a few hours that would be great," Marvin says. "Well, no, more than just 'great'. I need to renew the silence spell eventually, otherwise that bastard can start using commands."

"Remember to sleep yourself, Bro," Henrik says. "Maybe Marvin can take second watch?"

"I'd be fine with that," Marvin agrees.

Bro looks reluctant but eventually nods, "Okay. I can do that."

"The rest of us get some good rest, yes?" Henrik says.

Don't worry, I'm sure we're all tired, Jameson says.

"It's been a long day," Chase agrees.

"Good night, everyone."

"Good night." Jackie holds back a yawn as everyone lies down to sleep.

"Goodnight, all together!" Henny says brightly.

Bro helps to set Alt up in the extra bedroll and then sets himself up to watch over him. At least for a bit.

#LLTK #long live the king #YEAHHH EPIC BATTLE TIMEEE #such a fun fight and god the DRAMAAA #Jack and Alt meeting was so nice too #alt seems like a mean emo boy who’d scratch you if he can but deep down he just has the biggest heart #and he just wants to help people since he has the power to now #probably cuz he spent so much of his life thinking he was powerless and wanting the help he now gives #wagghh making myself cry over my own character don’t mind me JGHBJB #but anyways I told cry while I was editing this-#crazy how the final battle is also in the same chapter the swaps accidentally introduce mlp to the FM boys HGGVBB #and with that- last part will be up tomorrow! happy new year!!#oh also?? loved coming up with the idea of alt turning mag into a cat #that bastard would not give up unless forced to HFGVB #it’s just such sweet karma jghbn

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dathomirdumpsterfire · 1 year ago

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if it will keep you from setting them off while people are trying to celebrate. ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ

... but of course. ᕙ⁠(͡⁠°⁠‿⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)⁠ᕗ

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pickaropoprocks · 2 months ago

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DAY 31!! HAPPY ONE MONTH OF DAILY MAFUKASA!!

"Redraw" of Day 13's doodle~

#papr art #papr daily #mafukasa #yeah I'll maintag this one #project sekai colorful stage #project sekai #mafuyu asahina #tsukasa tenma #prsk fa #eyestrain #<- for the noise filter #the promised new watermark has arrived!! unfortunately I like silly fonts too much to make it an arial-esque one um.#this is definitely better tho the uneven crosshatching was NOT IT #anyways I hope you guys like this one as much as I do!!!!!!#a lot of details got lost again when I edited it (the tree in the corner...) and the lighting is pretty simple (not a bad thing tho)#but this is definitely one of my favorite drawings I've done in a while it just makes me happy :3 #can guarantee that this will be on the year of art thing when the time for that rolls around #anyways I'm going to sleep now so I can hopefully have more energy to speedrun the hw I ditched to draw this tomorrow!! gn :D

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crossbackpoke-check · 8 months ago

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Dysprosium, Mary Soon Lee

dysprosium, AN 66, is a silvery-white rare earth metal. its name is derived from the greek dysprositos, meaning “hard to get at”, owing to the difficulty in separating and isolating this rare earth element. dysprosium is used to measure neutron flux, to fuel reactors, and to activate phosphors. terfenol-d is a magnetorestrictive alloy, meaning that it changes shape when a magnetic field is applied, and is used to manufacture underwater acoustic systems.

jason “robo” robertson, dallas stars #21 for @simmyfrobby’s nhl periodic table poems <3

#i had a couple different ideas for poems that were taken by the time i could go deranged for a couple hours to make this but as I looked #i was like WAIT NONE OF YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE JASON ROBERTSON YOU HAVEN’T SEEN MY TEXAS CAM and had to do it. also was STRUCK with the #sudden immaculate vision of the Dallas D as part of terfenol-D and could not get it out & robo is the most dance! person i know on the team #liv in the replies #dallas stars #jason robertson #nhl periodic table poems #guys i am plagued with visions and no execution skills!! every day i come here and learn one new skill on GIMP the way god intended!!!#today it was emboss. also cannot claim any credit for the pulse to the magnetic beat photo which is so cool that was one where i had a #couple and was like maybe i can do like crayon shockwaves like the art process video kasper showed? and then found that picture and was #like thank you lord stanley for knowing my limitations. thank you for your understanding in this moment it was a trial enough to make #expand contract dance and one would THINK i would have fucking learned from the claude animorphs tragedy!! i did not. but i did use the #shear tool and 3D rotate so at least if we’re animorphing it’s SLIGHTLY better. anyway me frantically doing this like WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT #WAIT FOR ME YOU GUYS ARE SO FAST i keep seeing all of these and just spinning around in circles until i get dizzy & fall down I’m so happy #the drive folder for this is just called joy!!!!! because joy this is such a cool idea but now because it brings me so much joy #i just saw the Travis dermott one and burst into tears super normal AND someone did exactly what i wanted with hydrogen which was the water #the ice!!!!! it’s so perfect!!! and cody ofc did silver lord stanley. like does it ever make you cry how beautiful & creative everyone is?#anyway if you see me post and delete this and then update it or change it no you didn’t it’s fine. but i wanted to be included #if i could make the dysprosium letters not have a white background i would I simply could not fuck with it at 1AM. we are hitting send #it may not look like it but i queue #pretend i spoke at length about the reasons why i picked all the pictures & the element just know that it’s there inside my brain u can ask #GUYS I TAKE IT ALL BACK I SAW NEONFRETRA’S ISOTOPES AND I COULD MAKE THE EDITS EVEN THOUGH THEY’RE THERE!! ISOTOPES!!!! YOU GUYS!!!!!!#get ready for the edits then. dylan magnesium my beloved child of stars who can never return… like i wish i could say anyone else but it’s #i KNOW number nineteens bismuth don’t make me Google how many years nolan played hockey but also there’s ej for stable so.. also half-life #actinium claude giroux my beloved… when i saw there already was a claude i thought maybe Brady too for that #I don’t know how but flerovium doubled magic is percolating in my brain as was promethium bad boy because I was like hmmm. tyler. but #couldn’t commit and THEN SOMEONE DID BAD BAD LEROY BROWN TYLER BERTUZZI TO PROMETHIUM AND BESTIE I AM KISSING YOU ON THE MOUTH!!! with cons #anyway shane wright germanium with juraj slafkovský but showing him very obviously not missing it. if jack eichel was not an asshole #the narratives WOULD be narrativing. you could argue for a sidovi here with the calder cup and potentially a best friend stealing narrative #(the most recent is cam yorke’s acquisition of jamie d from trevor zegras which would then require a yorkie one for silicon the other side)

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zymstarz · 1 year ago

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yeah sure that's how i'll [re]come out

#zymart #zymtalk #rant in the tags ->#okay listen to me this is really important and also i have a witness. this was not intentionally supposed to be posted on june 1st #the stars just aligned for this to be at its funniest. which means its also easier for me to dismiss LOL #i drew this like a week ago after trying to draw a whole like. 5 page comic about it and then stopping it mid-board #bc it was horrifying imagining being perceived that much. so i needed to make it into a joke instead and this was the funniest route #and then i was like 'UGH. UGH!!!! i can not be 20 and deal with this like im 13. if i dont post it by the end of the week #then [the witness to all my rants on this topic. shoutout to twig bc they got the most of it] can joke abt it as if i did anyway'#and now its the end of the week and i looked at the date and went 'oh my god didnt may just start what happened'#'WAIT ITS JUNE FIRST. GOD. THATS TOO FUNNY TO NOT SAY SOMETHING' and who am i if i dont prioritize the bit honestly #in all honesty. kinda hate it! not bc of internalized homophobia but actually bc of internalized arophobia that has somehow been emphasized #after having my brain shift from '1000% aromantic without a doubt no exceptions' to 'just arospec ig lol??'#but tragically as it turns out. you can not just try and self analyze yourself into speedrunning closure.#horrible news for the oscar zymstarz community frankly #SO i needed a way 2 justify shoving this off my plate and into the trash as fast as possible.#im impatient and cant acknowledge my own emotions. its a flaw im working on it #oh and for all the ppl who know the running gag abt 'my allegations' [i do not have any real allegations for anyone not in jems server]:#that was in fact just a running gag for like well over a year and a half. like that was just a long running bit COMPLETELY unrelated to thi #i only started having this weird sexuality shift or whatever not too long ago lol. like long enough to go through 4 of the 5 stages of grie #[evidently bc like. im posting this. i got close enough to 5 to throw in the towel ykwim]#but on 'oscar zymstarz emotional acknowledgement' time that is....... not long.#but yeah ig tldr like. still ace [thank god] just arospec [probably demiro? i hate trying to figure out my own labels] instead of Aro now #idk none of this is that deep but also like it kinda is unfortunately bc i have to actually talk abt it to be able to ignore it ykwim #but i did! we're done talking abt it now! and now i can act like i dont care and try to make jokes about it to speedrun the rest of it #anyway. Happy Pride everyone. Fukign kitty.#side message to jem. by no means does this mean im not still gonna bully you. its a sign of love but also it is you specific bullying 🫶#you are not safe #edit: this is karma for saying 'thank god'. might be demiace too. this is the worst month of my life /j

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moonyaugust · 2 months ago

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just had a terrible realization that post-seventh year mary and hestia is kinda sorta definitely “night shift” by lucy dacus… catch me crying in the club

mary is literally trying to take the night shift so she doesn’t see hestia… and hestia just wants to absolve her guilt and shake hands… this is hell why did I ever start thinking about these sad gay girls

#once yall find out what happened in seventh year it is OVER for you bitches #this song came up while I was writing/editing the newest chapter of valkyrie and I had to stop and take a breather #thinking about hestiamary like 24/7 is a hellscape I just want to bring those two stupid girls together and let them kiss (without angst)#is that too much to ask that I just let them be happy #(yes it is too much to ask)#anyway new valkyrie chapter in the next couple of days! this one is fun (by that I mean sad lol)#marauders #marauders era #dead gay witches #dead gay wizards #hestia x mary #hestia jones #mary macdonald #hestiamary #night shift

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domesticated-feral · 1 year ago

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a random scott mccall/donnie darko moodboard

#Scott McCall #Donnie Darko #Scott/Donnie #Teen Wolf #my edit #i like this pairing but for reasons unknown #ALSOOO HAPPY NEW YEAR'S EVE EVERYONE!!#LOVED HAVING YOU ALL AS FRIENDS THIS YEAR AND I HOPE TO STILL BE FRIENDS WITH YOU LOVELY BUNCH NEXT YEAR TOO!!!#u guys are the best!!

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helianskies · 1 year ago

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ugly maths.

i hate maths, right. i don't usually like numbers, and if i do like numbers it's gotta be an 8 or a 48 and nothing else.

thing is, i've recently caught myself doing maths again. ugly maths. the kind of maths that, really, i've been trying to avoid as much as possible because, well, it's ugly!

you... wanna see?

okay, fine... but don't say i didn't warn you!

ugly, see? look at all those numbers! not a 48 in sight!

huh? what's that? you don't see what i'm on about? oh... oh! hang on, lemme just—

better? yes? no? no? okay, what if i—

mmh, yes. ugly numbers. see it now? can you see why they're ugly?

here, i can make it worse.

these numbers are ugly. the maths they make me do is ugly.

now i'll level with you: the worst ones by far are the yellow numbers. the maths they make me do it the ugliest.

why ugly?

because it makes me ugly.

those numbers turn me into not only a suddenly number-obsessed fool, but a fool who also cannot understand these numbers and what they mean and why i feel like they reflect on me and my ability.

87, 75.

the thoughts are as follows:

• the orange numbers are big, so why are you being ugly about the yellow ones? you should be happy with what you have. so many nice big numbers! not everyone receives that.

• is it that there are two different audiences for these two different fics? perhaps. they are quite different works, with different appeals, and different themes. maybe you are reading too much into it.

• why are you obsessing over numbers anyway? you don't like maths! you left maths behind when you were 16, put it down!

okay, okay, fine! i'll put the maths down. right here, in fact!:

that 87 was an 83 at the start of the year. the 6161 it is attached to was a 5453.

4, 708.

ugly maths.

the 75 is a nice number. in fact, compared to 87, it is beautiful, radiant, enchanting. at the start of the year, 75 was 48. wow. now that is one sexy number!

27.

mmmm.

6161, 1061.

5100.

87, 75.

12.

mmmm.

you know, my most favourite comment left recently on a fic of mine was 2 characters long: :(

it made me :)

well, actually, it made me >:) because it was left in response, presumably, to one of the key scenes in a new chapter which left the exact impression on someone that i hoped it would.

they must be the only one who reacted like that, though.

have i mentioned that that 87 and 75 include author responses?

i won't try to do more maths, there. it might not end well for me. the maths is making me tired enough as it is, and i have an early start tomorrow.

oh! but, that being said, i have another set of ugly numbers to show you, so keep 87 and 75 in mind.

ready?

838, 245.

(want a hint? the green numbers!)

838, 87. 245, 75.

9.6, 3.3.

ugly maths. it's ugly again, see? i don't like it. i'm seeing numbers within numbers within numbers, and i can't seem to stop!

the numbers make me ask new questions:

• why is it not good enough?

• people seem to engage more with one fic over the other, so shouldn't you prioritise?

• is all this maths this really good for you?

no, it isn't.

i want to avoid ugly maths. ugly maths makes me want to tear my hair out. it makes me want to start from scratch. it makes me want to grab someone and scream. it makes me want to cry and press a button that has tempted me many times before when the numbers become too ugly to bear.

ugly maths turn me into an ugly person.

ugly maths make me obsessive, paranoid, anxious, regretful, vindictive, spiteful, alone.

i hate maths. i hate numbers, just like, it feels, the numbers hate me.

#helia rants #cw vent #i'm okay but i'm not #this has been playing on my mind over the last couple of weeks #it's aimed at the sky rather than anyone here #i know i'm not the best myself as commenting. i justify it to myself by affirming i don't read much. which i don't.#since the start of the year i have tried to comment on everything i have read #bearing in mind i may also dm someone rather than comment because i want to scream and ramble about their fic more personally #that being said. i know i'm not the only one who finds themselves doing ugly maths #and in turn starting to feel uglier too #i don't like looking at the numbers #i was doing well at the start of the year #but as i open my drafts and look to a new chapter and at the notes i wrote #i can't stop myself from opening the fic. from seeing where it's at. from seeing if it's changed. from checking my inbox to see if...#if only...#what it's meant is that i've come to a point where a fic i loved has become exactly that: a fic i loved. past tense #the other fic is still a fic i love. but i know deep down that that is tied to the numbers too #i hate that this is what i've become #because i have tiny fics. fics with 50 hits and maybe 1 comment. and i love them. i still love them #but when it comes to the big ones. the multi-chapters. the hefty fics. after a point all i see are numbers #and those numbers have come to determine both my happiness and fulfilment as a writer #and so i am ugly. i am sad. i am pathetic.#and i don't know how to stop.#helia's stuff #this was meant to save back into my drafts. i was editing tags. tumblr decided it should post. so... so be it.#also this is not an attention thing if anyone dares go 'oh but you're a good writer uwu' i might do something we'll all regret #this is also not a 'ffs comment on my fics will you 😒' hell no #it's just about me. and my issue. and my unhealthy relationship with these fucking numbers.#gotta get this shit out of my head somehow :)

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giantkillerjack · 4 months ago

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So many New Years posts are like "this year, no more survival mode!"

"This year, I'm going to stop being afraid of the world!"

And I also hope you get to exit survival mode, neighbor. But like, you know you can't like, make a resolution to stop having PTSD, right?

Like, the reason you haven't healed yet is not a result of your lack of resolve, and your post makes it unclear if you know that, and that makes me worry.

I deeply hope you get to access the time and resources you need to heal because it is possible and beautiful for people to heal, and you deserve that.

But the folks who will not be able to exit survival mode this year are not at fault for that. That's not how it works.

If you are not stable and secure by the end of the year, it isn't because you failed. It's because healing is hard, and capitalism often makes the circumstances necessary for healing impossible to access. -- That doesn't mean it can't happen in the future, but the way these posts are phrased always makes me a little nervous. Maybe this year we can all try to give ourselves a little more grace.

#original #New Year's #New Year's resolution #this is almost certainly not the intent of the person who wrote the post I'm thinking of I just wanted to get this out there #happy 2025 #edit: oh my gods I saw another post that is driving me insane but it's only got like 15 notes and re-blogging it just to trash it seems #too mean #but it was a black square w white text that says 'what triggers you controls you. heal.' and OH MY GOD #WHAT A THING TO SAY #fuckin self-help-ass bullshit like people don't know they have to heal or they're not trying or they needed someone to let them know #it's so fucking condescending and patronizing and low-key victim blaming #it's like if a post said 'being broke is stressful for the soul. make money.' like YEAH GIRL. BROKE PEOPLE KNOW ABOUT MONEY.#saying it in this ridiculous imperative statement oversimplifies what is an insanely complicated and inaccessible process #just stop being poor! just stop it! have you thought of that??? you're welcome!#I know sometimes people are traumatized and don't realize but if they know about their triggers then they probably know they need to heal #'having cancer is bad for your heart. heal.'#I'm going to drink a Molotov cocktail and breathe fire at you #'being trapped in the home of an abuser to avoid homelessness is controlling you. stop being trapped.' WORDS OF GREAT WISDOM WOW #thank you so much girl what would us traumatized bitches do without you #I'm not going to comment this on that post because it is still ultimately a post about healing from trauma and that is a good thing #but Good Lord does it get under my skin

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missdynamighttt · 27 days ago

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happy birthday to the love of my life, katsuki bakugo. hope he enjoys his gift for his easter birthday: his favorite little bunny.

it had started with a birthday plan. well—technically a birthday easter plan. the odds of katsuki bakugo’s birthday landing on easter sunday weren’t high, but fate had a sense of humor. and you? you had a sense of drama.

you’d already given him gifts for his birthday. his letter—handwritten, sealed with a kiss, full of sharp sarcasm wrapped around soft, sappy sentiment you’d never admit out loud.

he read it quietly, sitting on the edge of the bed, thumb brushing over your kiss mark at the bottom. his brows furrowed in that way they always did when he was feeling too much but didn’t want to show it.

“you’re such a damn brat,” he muttered, voice thick, eyes refusing to meet yours. “but… you write good shit.”

“don’t cry, tough guy.”

he didn’t look up, just folded the letter carefully—too carefully—and tucked it into his nightstand drawer like it was something fragile. precious.

“shut up,” he said, voice rough. “you’re lucky i like your dumb handwriting. even if it looks like a drunk squirrel tried to learn cursive and gave up halfway.”

“aww. that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“don’t push it.”

he reached out, grabbed the front of your shirt, and yanked you into a rough, lingering kiss that left no room for misinterpretation. when he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours.

“best fuckin’ letter i’ve ever gotten,” he murmured, low and soft like a secret.

a few small gifts were scattered on the dresser: limited edition all might merch, a new hoodie he’d been eyeing for a while (that he absolutely knew you were going to steal), and that spicy snack mix he always hoarded like a dragon with gold.

he stood there, arms crossed, doing his best to look unimpressed, but the way his ears turned a little red gave him away.

he eyed the merch first, holding the figure up with a raised brow. “…you been stalkin’ my browser history or somethin’?”

you grinned. “nah. just love you enough to pay attention.”

he shot you a look—equal parts flustered and fond. “tch. hoodie’s mine. you’re just gonna steal this in two days.”

“i give it one,” you said sweetly.

he looked at you, eyes soft but unreadable. “still wearin’ it anyway.” then he found the snack mix. “you didn’t eat any, right?”

you gasped, mock offended. “i would never.”

still, he leaned down and kissed your cheek before grabbing the snack mix and tearing it open immediately.

the cake? well, it was slightly lopsided, the frosting uneven, but it was made with love—and caramel with cinnamon. he didn’t say much when he ate it, just grunted, grabbed a fork, and took a second slice without a word.

you hovered awkwardly nearby. “so… good?”

he chewed slowly, gave you a deadpan look. “tastes like love and poor frosting skills.”

“rude.”

he grinned, leaned over, and pressed a sweet kiss to your temple. “still the best fuckin’ cake i’ve had in years.”

“you say that every time.”

“yeah,” he said, mouth full. “and i fuckin’ mean it every time.”

now, though, it was time for the real present.

so when he walked into your shared bedroom after a long morning of birthday messages and half-assed hero paperwork, the last thing he expected was you, perched pretty on the bed.

pink bunny ears twitching with every little movement you made. a tight, pastel one-piece hugging your every curve. sheer stockings accentuating your thighs, and a fluffy little tail pinned to your lower back like a gift-wrapped tease.

katsuki stood by the edge of the bed, arms crossed, expression unreadable as he took you in.

you sat perched on the bed, legs crossed, every bit the picture of flirty confidence. your gaze was locked on his, unapologetic.

“happy birthday, katsuki,” you purred, lips curling into a sly smile.

his crimson eyes dragged over you slowly, deliberately, his tongue running over his teeth before he finally spoke. “the fuck is this?”

“what’s it look like, hm?” you stretched out, back arching just enough to show off your curves. “figured i’d... hop into something special for you.”

his jaw ticked. “you think you’re funny, huh?”

“a little,” you admitted, shifting onto your hands and knees, crawling toward him at the edge of the bed.

his eyes darkened as you closed the distance, your hands sliding up his chest when you reached for him, kneeling in front of him. “thought you’d like a cute little bunny to play with, birthday boy."

katsuki exhaled sharply through his nose, grabbing your chin between his fingers, tilting your head up so you were forced to meet his gaze.

“you know what happens to dumb little bunnies who tease too much?”

you swallowed, trying to keep your confidence, even as the heat in his gaze sent shivers down your spine. “they get spoiled rotten?”

“wrong. they get fucked.”

a thrill shot through you, heat pooling in your stomach as he crowded closer, his other hand slipping down to grab your ass, giving it a firm squeeze.

“bet you thought you were bein’ cute, puttin’ this on. bet you thought i’d let you bounce around and tease me all night.”

you let out a breathless giggle. “bunnies do like to bounce…

his fingers trailed down your back, playing with the delicate ribbon lacing up your tail before giving it a sharp tug. you gasped, gripping his shoulders to steady yourself.

“that so?” his lips brushed against your ear. “then let’s see how long you last when i really make you bounce.”

he took you in—your ridiculously boner-inducing ensemble, the way your chest rose and fell a little faster, the anticipation in your eyes. then, with slow precision, he sat down on the edge of the bed and patted his thigh.

"come here," he ordered, voice thick with authority.

you swallowed, your body already thrumming with heat as you climbed onto his lap. his hands settled on your waist, thumbs stroking your skin through the sheer fabric of your stockings. he let you hover there, deliberately drawing out the moment, making you feel the power shift between you.

"go on," katsuki murmured, his lips brushing against your jaw as he guided your hips to settle against him. the heat of him pressed against you, even through the layers between you.

your breath hitched as he held you there, letting you feel just how hard he was, how much he wanted you. his grip was firm, unwavering, making it clear that he was in control even as he let you take the lead.

he shifted, leaning back to watch you straddling his lap. his hands slid down, gripping your hips, guiding you to grind against him—slow, deliberate, teasing. the heat between you was undeniable, the layers of fabric doing little to hide just how affected you both were.

you whimpered, trying to tug your bodysuit aside, reaching for the bulge pressing up against your core. but his hands stopped you, fingers curling around your wrist.

“uh-uh,” he hummed. “not yet. little bunnies gotta hump first.”

you whined softly, frustration bubbling to the surface as you squirmed in his lap. “katsuki, please—”

“please, what?” he cut you off, voice sharp, mocking. “please fuck you already?”

you nodded desperately, biting your lip.

he scoffed, his expression darkening as his hand shot up to tangle in your hair, yanking your head back just enough to expose your throat.

“i said hump,” he growled. “that needy little cunt doesn’t get filled until you earn it.”

you tried to slow, to catch your breath, but his hands were relentless, grinding your hips against the hard line of his cock beneath you.

his fingers dig in as he helped you move. every time you tried to slow down, his hands tightened, forcing you to keep up, forcing you to take it.

you barely had time to catch your breath before katsuki pulled you forward, burying his face between your tits.

“fuck, you’re soft,” he groaned, tugging the fabric away before his mouth latches onto one of your nipples, sucking hard.

you gasped, back arching as heat shot straight between your legs. his teeth grazed your sensitive skin before his tongue soothed over it, his other hand coming up to knead your other breast.

you tried to keep moving, to keep bouncing, but between his hands gripping you and his mouth marking you up, your body was giving out, shaking from the overwhelming pleasure.

“k-katsuki—” you gasped, hands tangling in his hair, tugging.

he growled against your skin, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze, his lips glistening. his smirk was feral, eyes burning with satisfaction.

“hm? thought you liked to bounce?” his fingers dug deeper into your thighs, a warning. “or do i gotta fuck you like the greedy little thing you are?”

you whimpered, hips bucking desperately along with a nod. he laughed, licking a stripe up your chest before capturing your nipple between his teeth again.

“that’s it,” he praised, voice strained. “knew you’d look so fuckin’ good like this.”

you sobbed, rolling your hips, desperate for more, and he grinned like he’d won. you weren’t sure how long he made you keep going, but by the time he finally took the reins, you knew you were fucked.

“aww, poor thing,” he cooed mockingly, pressing a hot kiss to your throat before nipping at your skin. “tired already? guess i better take over before my little bunny gets too worn out, huh?"

before you could respond, he shifted, one arm wrapping tight around your waist as the other yanked your bodysuit to the side, finally giving you what you’d been aching for.

the thick head of his cock pressed against your dripping entrance, teasing, pushing just enough to make your breath catch.

nails digging into his shoulders, your legs trembling as he eased inside—slow and torturous, filling you inch by inch until your walls clenched around him.

katsuki groaned through gritted teeth, holding you still for a second, letting the stretch overwhelm you. then his eyes flicked up to your face, and that familiar, dark grin curved his lips.

“you wanted to be a cute little bunny, huh?” katsuki grunted, fingers digging into your hips, guiding you as you bounced on his cock. “bunnies fuck like crazy, y’know that? they go at it all night long.”

you could barely respond, your moans breaking into gasps as he thrust up to meet you, driving deeper, harder, forcing you to take him to the hilt every time.

“c’mon, sweetheart,” he taunted, voice thick with amusement. his fingers dug in as he guided you, making sure you didn’t slow down. “thought bunnies were supposed to be full of energy.”

you whined, gripping onto his shoulders for support, trying to keep up with the brutal pace he was setting.

each bounce forced his cock deeper, the obscene sound of your bodies slapping together filling the room. you whimpered, legs shaking as he controlled your pace, refusing to let you fall back into lazy movements.

he leaned forward, breath hot against your ear. “put on the ears, shake your ass, act like a toy—and now you’re surprised i’m treatin’ you like one?”

you sobbed, clutching at him, body trembling from the overwhelming mix of pain, pleasure, and the pure, filthy thrill of being used exactly how you wanted.

“good fuckin’ girl,” he rasped, slamming up into you harder.

your moans were broken, breathless, every movement sending sparks of pleasure up your spine. your hands clutched at his shoulders, desperate for something to hold onto as he thrust up to meet you, filling you so deep it made your head spin.

your head fell against his shoulder, body shuddering as pleasure built higher, hotter. his arms wrapped around you, keeping you flush against him as he took control, lifting you just to slam you back down, hitting that spot that made your vision blur.

every time your pace faltered, he’d lift his hips, thrusting up into you so deep it stole the breath from your lungs. a whimper slipped from your lips, fingers digging into his chest as you tried to keep up, but he wasn’t making it easy.

“what if i fill you up, huh? make sure this bunny knows her fuckin’ place?”

he suddenly slammed you down onto him, making you cry out, and he groaned low in his throat. your nails raked down his back as another wave of pleasure crashed over you, but he wasn’t letting up—not when you looked so fucked-out and desperate.

“gotta train you better,” he muttered against your skin, his smirk widening when you clenched around him. “bunnies are supposed to breed, aren’t they?”

you let out a broken moan, body shuddering, and he laughed breathlessly, one hand slipping down between your bodies to rub tight circles against your clit.

he was gripping your waist before flipping you in one fluid motion, pressing you down into the sheets. his breath was hot against your ear as he settled behind you, caging you in.

“aww, don’t tell me you’re tappin’ out already?” he cooed, tilting his head. “and here i was thinkin’ i’d finally get to see you breed like a proper bunny.”

heat shot through you at his words, making you clench around him, and katsuki groaned, his grip on you tightening.

“oh? you like that?” his grin widened. “shit, maybe you are just a dumb little bunny in heat.”

you gasped, nails dragging down his back, and his hips suddenly snapping up to meet yours, driving deeper, harder—sending sparks of pleasure up your spine.

katsuki didn’t give you a second to breathe. toes curling against the sheets, your vision blurring as he fucked into you harder. the slap of skin echoed through the room, punctuated by your gasps and his low, hungry groans.

“that needy little pussy’s fuckin’ leaking,” he growled, dragging his fingers through your slick before pressing them against your clit in tight, punishing circles. “soaked through that slutty little costume, too.”

you choked on another moan, face buried in his chest as your body shuddered, everything building—tight, unbearable, right on the edge.

“gonna cum like a dumb bunny while i fuck you full? huh?” he taunted, pulling your head closer by the ears on your head and forcing your back to arch deeper.

“yes, yes, katsuki, please—” you sobbed.

“beg for it. tell me what you fuckin’ want.”

“i want you to—want you to cum inside, need it, need it so bad, katsu—”

“yeah?” his thrusts faltered for only a second, a low, wicked groan slipping from his throat. “wanna be bred, huh? wanna be my filthy little bunny full of cum?”

you cried out, so close it hurt. “yes! please—please, fill me up—”

his grip tightened on your hips as he slammed into you one final time, deep, brutal, until you screamed his name. your body convulsed, pleasure crashing through you as you clenched around him, falling apart.

“take it. every fuckin’ drop.”

katsuki growled low, and then he was spilling inside you, hot and thick, hips jerking with each pulse. he buried his cock twitching deep inside you as he spilled hot, thick spurts into your clenching walls.

you whimpered as you felt it, the heat of him flooding you, dripping out before he’d even pulled out.

katsuki didn’t let go right away. he held you there, impaled and filled, his breath ragged against your shoulder. he stayed pressed against your chest, panting, one hand stroking slowly down your side as the other cradled your hip with surprising gentleness.

“shit,” he muttered against your skin, lips brushing your shoulder as his breath slowed. “fuckin’ hell..”

you snorted, too tired to do more than flop your face into the sheets. “that what you wished for when you blew out the candles?”

he chuckled—an honest-to-god laugh rumbling from his chest as he finally eased out of you, warm stickiness following in the wake.

“didn’t know i could wish for somethin’ i already had.”

“wow. look at you. getting soft in your old age.”

“twenty-six is not old,” he grumbled, but the faint blush on his ears betrayed him.

you hummed teasingly. “sure, grandpa.”

katsuki shot you a warning look, but instead of snapping back, his hand came up to card through your hair, bunny ears askew and all, his fingers surprisingly gentle.

“so... did the costume make the top ten birthday presents list, or…?”

katsuki huffed out something between a laugh and a groan, finally pulling out of you slowly, both of you flinching a little at the oversensitivity.

you felt the mess between your thighs instantly—sticky and warm, dripping down your skin—and you shivered at the loss of him.

his hands never left your body as he shifted you gently onto your back, reaching for the nearby towel he’d tossed on the nightstand earlier—because of course he was prepared, even if he pretended not to be.

“top three,” he muttered, wiping you down carefully. “right after the cake and that dumbass letter that made me feel shit.”

you flopped onto your back with a dramatic sigh, a smile tugging at your lips. “didn’t think birthday boys had to do cleanup.”

he shot you a look as he gently dabbed between your thighs, taking his time, making sure you were comfortable. “birthday boy’s the one who ruined you, so yeah—he fuckin’ does.”

you smiled, soft and real this time. “you’re getting sappy in your old age.”

he tossed the towel aside and climbed back onto the bed, settling beside you, pulling you into his chest like it was instinct. “yeah, well, turns out its not too bad when i’ve got a stubborn, sexy weirdo wearin’ bunny ears for me.”

you laughed against his collarbone. “you’re lucky i love you.”

katsuki kissed the top of your head, nose brushing against your ear. “nah. i’m lucky you’re mine.”

“and i’m lucky you’re easy to distract with cake and tits. y’know, i was actually gonna jump out of a giant egg and yell ‘surprise!’ but i figured you’d actually murder me.”

“you’re not wrong,” he said, arm tightening around you. “and you look better in that stupid bunny suit anyway.”

“careful, that almost sounded like a compliment.”

“say that again and you’re spendin’ next year’s birthday with a vibrator and a guilt trip.”

“worth it.”

he glared at you before he stripped you, hands moving with familiar precision as he pulled off the bunny ears, the one-piece, and the stockings that had barely survived his earlier onslaught.

without a word, he grabbed one of his old t-shirts and slid it over your head, the fabric swallowing you up, before he joined you under the blankets.

you felt his gaze on you, warm and intense, and you looked up at him, brow arched. “what?”

he stared at you for a long moment, his expression softening as he took in every detail of you—maybe still a little in awe, maybe still a little surprised at the way you fit against him. his fingers lightly brushed your hair away from your face.

"god, i love you. so fuckin’ much, baby.”

your heart did somersaults. but you nuzzled in closer to him.

“i love you too, old man.”

“tch. shut up and go to sleep,” he grumbled, brushing a kiss over your cheek.

but as you started to drift, wrapped in his warmth and the lingering high of everything, he murmured, barely audible:

“best fuckin’ birthday ever.”

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caffeinewitchcraft · 6 months ago

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AITA for going no contact with my brother after he pulled a scare on my husband?

EDIT: For those of you coming here from my brother’s post (X) to shit on me, you look like idiots. Try to have an original thought and really contemplate who’s telling the truth after hearing both sides.

I (32f) am one of three siblings. We come from a very well off family. My dad is a former Cryptid and he pioneered the Hook Man in the 70s, so he still gets residuals off of that. We grew up very comfortable and with the ability to do anything we wanted in life. My older brother went to a very prestigious school and my dad gave him the money for tuition. Because my older brother got scholarships, he was able to save some of that money. Right now he works in human tech (very lucrative), but his long-term plan is to use the money to start a Cyber Spook business once he is satisfied with his knowledge foundation.

I ended up taking a gap year before going to community college, but I never felt anything click. I worked part-time jobs spinning out scarer costumes and even did some part-time work as a slasher before deciding it wasn’t for me. I finally found my calling when I offered to help cater for my high school reunion, and now I run a fairly successful catering business.

When it came time for my younger brother, “Steve,” to get his money, he didn’t tell anyone what he was going to use it for. He was working as a Slasher at a small firm in town. We all assumed he’d either go to Scare School or invest the money to start a business like our older brother did.

So when Steve showed up to Halloween dinner one day, six feet taller with extra joints in his arms and legs, we were all shocked.

Dad was furious. He gave us all the same talk about the scare industry when we got our first part-time jobs documenting missions at his company. He told us that scare work was hard and backbreaking. We couldn’t buy our way into it or use his connections to become successful. If we were interested in it, we had to work our way up from the ground like he did. If we didn’t, we’d more than likely end up dead at the hands of a final girl.

He especially emphasized that mods had to be considered carefully and were NOT a substitute for skill.

Steve thought they were. When his company didn’t pay him back for his body modification AND didn’t promote him from Slasher to Regional Nightmare, he quit. But the surgeries drained his cash and he couldn’t afford his apartment anymore. He had to move back in with Mom and Dad. As always, Mom totally coddled him. She said that he didn’t have to pay rent and agreed with whatever he said when he’d go on these long tirades about his former company.

I could tell Dad wasn’t happy with the arrangement, but he’s never been able to go against Mom. So he mostly kept his mouth shut though he did try to get Steve a job at his old company. However, last I heard, Steve was set against anything corporate and was spending a dozen hours a day driving around using the app SlashDash to find jobs.

About a year and a half ago, I was over for dinner with Steve, Mom and Dad. Steve was talking about work. He said SlashDash wasn’t working out for him and was taking too many fees out. I offered advice since I’d done Slashing in high school. I recommended sites like Scarework and Midnighterr to get more gigs.

Mom told me I interrupted Steve. She gestured for him to continue and tell me about his exciting new setup.

Steve told me he was beyond the sites I recommended. He said he’d bought a scanner so he could listen to broadcasts of active corporate missions. When those fail, he arrives on scene to kill any straggling humans before the scare company in question can send a cleanup crew. And since he’s a Slasher on their scene, they have to give him emergency pay for doing it. It’s a total ambulance-chaser, bottom-feeder move.

Dad was just staring at his plate, not saying anything, but I could tell he was ashamed of Steve. Steve was bragging about being a vulture in the profession Dad helped build.

I asked Steve if he was proud of himself for living off of leftovers. Steve blew up at me, but so did Mom. She chided me for not respecting my brother’s hard work and that his idea to get a scanner was genius, not predatory.

After that dinner, Steve and I rarely talked. Most of the news I got about him came from our older brother bitching about Steve badgering him for scare connections or Mom bragging about Steve killing and “meeting quota.” She would get very cold with me when I told her he was finishing a quota someone else started and not doing his own work. She told me if I couldn’t respect Steve, then I was welcome to not come over while he lived with her.

(Yes, Steve’s always been the golden child.)

I stopped interfering with Steve and focused on my own life. Shortly after, I met my wonderful fiancé “Reginald” while catering an event at Dad’s old company. Reginald is the head of sanitation and he’s the one who gets sent out to clean up any unexpected events during a Scare (like any magical residue or body parts that can’t be explained away through human means). He used to want to be a Cryptid, but he’s got a heart condition that prevents him from working in the field. He says that he’s happy being the “janitor” and happier being with me 😊

Reginald and I got engaged after only eight months of dating. Dad always says that when you know, you know. I invited everyone in my family to an engagement party. Steve didn’t bother answering the invitation. Even though Steve and I weren’t on good terms, I was still hurt when he didn’t show.

When I confronted him about it afterwards, he said that he’d been promoted to Regional Nightmare and he was patrolling his territory, and that’s why he couldn’t come. I asked him what company he was working for, and he said he was still using the scanner.

I pointed out that he couldn’t be a Regional Nightmare without a state license since only the state can assign territories. He started going on and on about being his own “Monster” (and let me tell you, extra joints DOESN’T make you a Monster, those guys are way more committed) and that he had passed the state exam.

When I told Reginald about my brother calling himself a Regional Nightmare, he was concerned. He works closely with the legal department, and he said that Steve is opening himself up to lawsuits by declaring public slashing grounds as his “territory.” He offered to talk to Steve.

We went over to Mom and Dad’s house together to confront him. Dad didn’t know he was calling himself a Regional Nightmare and he went pale when I told them why we were there. Reginald explained to Steve and Mom that being certified was different than being licensed. Legally, Steve is a Slasher even if he can control shadows now (which is a VERY expensive talent to acquire if you aren’t born with it. I think Mom may have paid for it).

The conversation didn’t go well. Steve said a lot of nasty things about Reginald not hacking it as Slasher and claimed he was just jealous. He picked on Reginald’s health which I had me seeing red. I asked Steve what there was to be jealous of since he still mooches off of our parents? Mom got involved and it went downhill from there.

All this to say that I didn’t expect Steve to show up at my gender reveal party less than 5 months later.

Reginald and I weren’t planning on kids this early, but we knew it was meant to be as soon as I got that pregnancy test back. We decided to put off our wedding so that our baby can be part of the ceremony that makes us a family. That being said, I did still have a lot of things ordered for the wedding so I turned the day into a baby shower/gender reveal instead.

That brings us to the party my lovely brother wrote about. First of all, he wasn’t invited by me. Mom invited him, and when I found out, I wasn’t happy with her, considering he never apologized to Reginald after our last fight.

Reginald was stuck at work (some idiot brought together a whole summer camp of final girls and the aftermath was brutal) so I had to force myself to be a good hostess. It was mostly fine. We have good friends and my older brother was very kind in helping me with some of the baby games we were planning to play when Reginald finally got there.

Steve, however, was NOT helpful.

He was annoying the whole time. He messed with the kitchen and he hounded the guests. I’m PREGNANT and the smell of raw meat triggers my gag reflex. He took the meat off the heat without me noticing and basically prevented me from eating lunch with everyone else.

Additionally, Steve claimed in his post that the party was dying??? Reginald and Dad have a lot of friends in common so the party did NOT die. They were all interested in talking to Dad. Dad’s voice is very quiet and raspy from strain over the years, so everyone was being quiet to hear him better. Steve was the one practically screaming over him to talk about his scummy job. The new Hook Man who succeeded Dad was there and Steve basically treated the poor man like a novice even though he’s a Cryptid.

Reginald finally got home and I could tell he was exhausted when I met him at the door. He still put on a smile for me though and said he didn’t need to miss out even when I told him it would be okay. He wanted to be there in our big moment to celebrate our family. He went upstairs to change.

I went back to the guests to tell them that we would start the games soon. That’s when I heard Reginald scream and fall down the stairs.

I’ll never forget the look on Reginald’s face. He was lying at the base of the stairs and looked like he was dying. He was gasping for breath and clutching at his chest. I was terrified his heart was giving up. I asked Hook Man to call an ambulance.

That’s when Steve started laughing.

I lost it. I screamed at Steve to get out. He told me to calm down, he’d just scared Reginald a little bit as a joke. I told him he knew about Reginald’s heart condition and that it was incredibly disrespectful to scare my fiancé in our own house.

He said he didn’t mean to scare him that bad, but that he was just better at it than he thought. His scares were too powerful. He seemed smug and was still laughing.

I accused him of intentionally hurting Reginald because of the licensing versus certification argument we had. I said he was a bully and an idiot.

Mom jumped in and said it was an accident.

Dad FINALLY said something. He shadow-walked (the first time in YEARS) up the stairs and hooked Steve by the neck. He dragged all twelve feet of him down the stairs and told him to get out.

Steve said, “For what? It’s not my fault that weak-hearted son of a bitch can’t take a joke.”

Dad lost it. He told Steve a REAL scarer wouldn’t use their abilities like that on their own families. He told Mom and Steve it didn’t matter if he meant it as a joke. The fact is he used his scare tactics on a layperson, and he could get blacklisted from the profession for it.

Dad kicked Steve out and told him he wasn’t welcome back into the basement until he got a REAL job. Steve kept arguing, but the paramedics arrived then and I lost track of the rest of it.

I went with Reginald to the hospital where Reginald insisted we both get checked out. The stress wasn’t good for the baby and doctor told me it might be best to go on maternity leave sooner rather than later. Reginald is also going to be taking a leave from work. He had a heart attack because of my brother.

Things could have ended worse, but they didn’t end well. I told my parents that I refuse to have Steve at my wedding or even to see my child after they’re born (and now I STILL don’t know the gender! Only our older brother knows since he got the gender reveal cake).

Mom started to protest, but Dad said he understood. He said that both he and Mom just wanted me to be happy and healthy and that they would take care of Steve.

So now I leave it up to you. Having read both of our posts, who do you think is the real asshole? My brother for being “proud” of scaring my fiancé into a heart attack at our baby’s gender reveal party? Or me for never talking to said brother again for the health of my future family?

AITA?

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javierpena-inatacvest · 5 months ago

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Merry Christmas, Baby

Summary: You're not sure what to get Javi for Christmas, until he gives you an idea for a gift you can't put under the tree

Word Count: 3.3K (I wrote this in two hours, the thots do be thotin)

Paring: Husband!Javi x Wife!reader

Warnings: SMUT (18+) unprotected p in v sex (whoops), breeding kink (I'll say it once and I'll say it again, you KNOW this man deserves 17 kids) vaginal fingering, creampie (big time), family planning, Javi gets so excited about the idea of another baby he literally can't control himself, terrible, sexual Christmas puns, cute and sweet Christmas fluff bc I love this family more than life and you know they give their kids the most magical Christmases 🥺

A/N: I'll take Javier Peña with a big fat breeding kink for a thousand, please!!! I was feeling in a writing rut, until I read @notjustjavierpena Husband Javi Christmas fic last night, and lord have MERCY, consider me inspired 🫡 I'll never shut up about the fact that this man wants a football team, and every Christmas will ask to put another baby in you as his only Christmas gift BYEEEEEEE I need to be institutionalized at this point sorry this is poorly beta'd, it's me, I'm allergic to editing!!!

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“Javier Peña, there has to be something you want for Christmas.”

“As long as all my girls are happy, that’s all I want.”

“Unfortunately, I can’t wrap your sappy sentiment, Javi.”

There was nothing more that you enjoyed than showering Javi with gifts for the holidays. There were few people on earth you could imagine being more deserving than your husband- you’d find a way to wrap the moon and top it with a bow, if that’s what he wanted. Unfortunately for you, Javi was so sweet, it made buying gifts for him nearly impossible, considering there was rarely ever a tangible item on his wishlist.

“I don’t need anything, baby.” Javi smiled, reaching for the roll of bright pink and sparkly wrapping paper in front of him to start covering the new Barbie Dream House Lucy had been begging for all year long. “Toss me the tape.”

“Well obviously I have things for you, but I always wanna make sure I’m getting you things that you want.” You sighed, gently throwing the roll of Scotch tape you had been using over the pile of gifts between you and Javi you were working on wrapping while your daughters were asleep.

After six Christmases under your belts, you and Javi had learned from the one grave mistake of waiting until Christmas Eve to wrap all your daughter’s presents, now taking a few nights before the big day to wrap and assemble any gifts being left under the tree for your own sanity.

Now that your girls, Lucy, Elliot and Harper, were six, four and two, it made Christmas even more magical, knowing that they were beginning to understand the concept of what the holiday meant, and all the joyous anticipation that led up to the 25th of December.

It also meant that there were a lot more presents to wrap- 1, because Lucy and Elliot knew that they could ask for gifts they wanted, and 2, because Javi would say he’d be done buying presents and then show up the next day after work with another toy for his girls.

“Honey, you get great gifts, for me, but especially for the girls, too. Fuck, I forgot this needs batteries…” Javi mumbled to himself, carefully undoing the wrapping paper he had started working on, “You make a very good Santa.”

“I think the girls like your version of Santa better, since that’s how they end up with double the gifts under the tree.” You giggled, playfully rolling your eyes at Javi before reaching for the next toy in the pile, “I’m being serious, Javi. I love spoiling those girls just as much as you, but you also deserve to be spoiled too, ya know.”

“You’re my wife, gave me three beautiful daughters, and tolerate me on a daily basis. Baby, that’s plenty fucking spoiled, if you ask me.” Javi grinned, giving you a reassuring nod and little shrug of his shoulders.

“You’re much more than tolerable, you goof.” You laughed, cheeks pink at the warmth of your husband’s words, never failing to make you melt a little more each day. “Will you please just tell me one thing you want? Then I’ll let it go, I promise.”

Javi sat quietly for a moment, fiddling with the edges of the wrapping paper he was working on before a boyish smile began to creep into the corners of his cheeks.

“Uh oh.” You laughed to yourself, immediately recognizing the goofy grin Javi was trying to contain, “What is it, Peña?”

“You’re not gonna like it.” Javi snickered to himself, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Jav, if it’s another dog, I told you, when the girls are older and-”

“No, it’s not another dog.” He smirked, still softly laughing to himself as you tilted your head at him in confusion, trying to piece together what kind of gift Javi would want that would take any convincing from you, crossing your arms over your chest as you attempted to decipher the devious splayed across his face.

It only took about two seconds and that look to figure out what Javi was in the market for.

“Javi…” You sighed, your tone jokingly stern.

“Osita?” He responded back, trying to downplay his giddiness now that you had figured out his gift suggestion.

“Javi, four kids is a lot of kids. One more, and they’re doubling us in ranks.”

You had always been on the fence about having a fourth baby. Not because you didn’t love having kids, or that you didn’t think you couldn’t handle it, mentally or financially, but because your brain worked in logistics- adding one more member to your family was getting you to the point where you’d have so many kids, you wouldn’t even all fit in Javi’s truck anymore, unless someone got demoted to the trunk, which, in all honesty, you were sure Elliot wouldn’t mind.

For Javi, on the other hand, there was no need to worry about logistics- the two of you would figure it out sooner or later. The only logistics he was worried about was instigating the baby making process.

“You asked what I wanted!” Javi replied, chuckling as he held his hands up in defense, “I think I’ve been a very good boy all year, if you ask me.”

“What you’re asking for is definitely putting you on the naughty list.” You huffed, trying to distract yourself with finishing wrapping the present you were working on to hide the fact you were genuinely considering Javi’s present suggestion. “You really think we can handle four kids, Jav?”

It took everything in you not to laugh at the way Javi instantly perked up when your first response to his gift idea wasn’t rejection, eyeing you up and down and gently biting down on his lower lip.

“Mhmmm.” He nodded, slowly making his way around the pile of presents to scooch closer to you, “I’ll take care of everything, mi amor. You, the girls, the baby, I can ask for less hours at work so I can help around here, whatever you want, you know I’ll give it to you.”

“You really want this baby, huh?” You giggled, smirking at Javi as he crawled next to you, hungry look in his eyes while he began to cage his body over yours, carefully laying you down on the floor beneath him.

“Fuck, I wanna knock you up again so bad. You’re so fucking sexy when you’re pregnant.” Javi groaned, planking overtop you, his hot breath dancing across your skin in between his soft nips at your pulse point. “Let me fuck another baby into you, Osita. Please.”

Any inhibitions you would have had in protest had completely flown out the window, arousal soaking the fabric of your underwear as Javi kissed up your neck and across your collarbone, softly palming at your breasts under one of his old sweatshirts you had thrown on.

Truth be told, you and Javi had talked about baby number four enough that you were already leaning towards saying 'yes' anyways, but that wouldn’t stop you from having a little fun in seeing how badly Javi really wanted the Christmas gift he was asking you for.

“Tell me how badly you want it, Javi. Tell me how much you wanna fuck another baby into me.” You devilishly whispered into his ear, smiling to yourself at the pathetic groan that rumbled from his chest in response.

“Fuck me-” Javi moaned, hands feverishly groping your body, “Fuck, I want it so bad, quierda. Wanna fill you up ‘till it has no choice but to fucking take, fuck this pussy so full of me, let everyone know who it belongs to, watching you carry our baby. Please, Osita.”

It was a good thing you were already prepared to be easily swayed, because even if you weren’t, listening to the way Javi was begging to put another baby in you would have easily been enough.

“Okay. Merry Christmas, Papí.”

Your green light was all Javi needed to spark something completely feral in him, practically ripping your clothes off you in the middle of the living room, sprawled out on the carpet.

“Javi, we can go upstairs and-”

“No. Fuck, I need to fuck you right now, just like this.” He grunted, shedding his clothes before his hand was cupping over your underwear, jaw going slack at how absolutely soaked the fabric was under the pads of his fingers. “Apparently you do too, huh, Momma? She’s so wet for me, isn’t she? Pretty pussy wants me to fill her up so bad.”

Your stomach churned in arousal as Javi ripped your panties down your legs, revealing the puffy, glistening mess beneath. Javi had barely touched you, and you could already feel the way you’re dripping, admittedly just as turned on as him at the idea of letting him add another addition to your family.

“Christ, baby.” Javi muttered, settling between your legs. Letting his hands run up the insides of your thighs, he took his thumbs and slid them between your folds, spreading you open to get a full view of the way your slick was coating your cunt. “Making a fucking mess for me already.”

“I think I’m ovulating soon.” You sigh, doing some quick math in your head, trying to account for just how worked up you were, Javi’s eyes so going wide at the realization, you were worried they may just pop out of his skull.

“Oh, fuck me.” Javi groaned, shaking his head in disbelief at his luck, “You’re right, Merry fuckin’ Christmas to me then.”

Swirling the pads of his fingers against your clit, your back arched against the floor at the shockwaves the pleasure sent through your body, making you gasp so loud, you were worried you risked a real possibility of waking up your daughters.

“F-Fuck, Javi-” You whimpered, already bucking your bottom half towards him as he sunk his two fingers into your cunt while the heel of his palm rubbed deliciously against your clit. Reaching up, your grasp wrapped around Javi’s bicep, muscles flexing with each pulse of his fingers as you left half-crescent moons in his skin.

It took everything in you not to scream as a third finger joined the first two, stretching you out as he bumped against your g-spot, tension already beginning to build in your core. A sudden gasp escaped your chest, surprised by the newfound emptiness that had you clenching around nothing, looking up to see Javi reaching down to wrap his hand around his cock, stroking it a few times before lining it up with your entrance.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, I need to fucking feel you, baby. Swear you’ve got me feeling like I’m about to bust like a fucking teenager.” Javi grunted, running his tip against your clit and down your cunt, collecting your arousal before thrusting himself inside you, filling you to the brim with every inch of him.

Unless you were desperately pressed for time, Javi normally had a bare bones minimum of pulling at least one orgasm out of you before he fucked you, but seeing how worked up and needy he was to feel you wrapped around him, it was about as close to an orgasm you could get withtout actually having one.

“Oh fuck, Javi!” you whined, feeling the tip of his head kiss your cervix as he began to thrust in and out of you, feeling dizzy from his fullness. You could tell he was trying to hold himself together, his hips slamming into you in deep, slow thrusts, breath hitching in the back of your throat every time he buries himself deeper inside you.

“Fuck, you feel so good. So fucking tight. Fuck, I can’t wait to fill her up, give you every last fucking drop. Taking me so fucking well.” Javi moaned through gritted teeth, already scrunching his face in concentration through his pussy drunk babbling.

Running his hands up the back of your thighs, Javi pushed your knees to your chest, pinning your legs in place against your stomach to stretch you out even further, letting him sink himself even deeper to hit the spot he knew drove you just as crazy as it drove him.

Despite how lost in pleasure the two of you were, Javi was at least conscious enough to realize how loud you had gotten, quickly reaching up cup your mouth, catching your muffled moans in the palm of his hand.

“I know, hermosa. Fuck, I love hearing you, but we gotta keep quiet enough, baby.” Javi huffed, snaking the hand covering your mouth between your bodies, circling at your clit, almost as if he was putting you through some sort of cruel test to see how far he could push you before he had you screaming at the top of your lungs.

“Fuck- fuck, I know. You feel so good, Javi.” You whined, hand pressed against his bare chest, his warmth and weight pinning your body below him.

You feel the way Javi’s thrusts become quicker and harsher, filling himself as deep as he could as your cunt began to clench around his length, sucking him in with your warmth and wetness. Your eyes had been scrunched, so lost in your own pleasure that you hadn’t even noticed the nearly pained look on Javi’s face, furrowing his brow in deep concentration with each slap of his hips against yours.

“You okay, Javi?” You asked, panting out each word as he pounded into you, circling your clit faster and faster as his grip tightened around your thighs, trying to keep himself grounded.

“Yeah, I- Fuck- fuck me, I’m trying so hard not to finish before you do. Pussy feels so fucking good. Wanna cum so fucking deep inside you.” Javi moaned, the rhythm of his hips already starting to falter thinking about his endgame.

If you weren’t so lost in your own ecstasy, you probably would have giggled at Javi’s admission, giving him shit about how he couldn’t hold it together for even just a few minutes, knowing he could finally try to get you pregnant again. But right now, you’re just shocked you can even get any words to form coherent thoughts to string together, let alone tease him.

“Put a baby in me, Javi. Fuck, want you to cum so deep inside me, please, baby.”

You could barely finish the whimpers of your sentence before Javi’s pace became sloppy and erratic, hips stuttering before his jaw went slack, letting a low, long groan escape from his chest.

“Oh, f-fuck-” Javi stammered, flushing his hips against yours as you felt his warm spend coat your walls, pressed so deep inside you, you were convinced it’d have no choice but to stick, in a few weeks finding out baby number four would be on the way.

Javi’s chest rose and fell, looking down at the way your bodies melted together beneath him, igniting something primal in him to see the mix of your arousal seeping around where the two of you met. His eyes darkened, looking down at you with a feral sort of smirk, not even giving you the chance to speak before his lips were crashing into yours again, hips slowly thrusting while his fingers rubbed at your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“J-Javi, what are you-” You muttered, cut off by the messy dancing of tongues and teeth in your mouths.

“I’m not done yet, Momma. Not until I fuck myself so deep in there we know it fucking takes. Wanna keep you stuffed so fucking full of me.” Javi grunted, rubbing your clit faster at the way he could feel the walls of your pussy starting to flutter around him, determined to make sure he wasn’t the only one who finished. “Cum for me, baby. I know you’re close. Can feel how tight she’s getting for me.”

You knew just as well as he did that the tingle that had been building at the base of your spine had slowly begun to flow to every inch of your body, building up through your legs and into your core, clenching down harder and harder around Javi’s cock, knowing there was no doubt the mess between your legs was surley just as wet as it sounded as he slid in and out of you.

“Oh fuck, Javi, oh fuck- fuck, fuckfuckfuck- ah!”

It didn't take long before your orgasm crashed through you, lighting up every inch of you in radiating pleasure, your cunt clamping down so hard around Javi’s cock, it made him let out a strangled gasp as he choked out curses under his breath.

“Jesus, fuck. Gonna squeeze every last fucking drop outta me, huh? My greedy fuckin’ girl.” Javi smirked, planting a soft kiss on your lips before he slumped on top of you, your chests rising and falling as one as you finished coming down from your high.

The two of you laid there for a moment, catching your breaths and basking in bliss before Javi was pulling out of you with a hiss, one hand wrapped around his softening cock, the other scooping up the mix of your spend pooling between your legs before it dripped to the floor, carefully pushing it back inside you.

“Fuck,” Javi laughed to himself quietly, sitting back on his haunches, admiring the slick, shiny mess your pussy had become, “Jesus, I can’t remember the last time I came that hard.”

“Looks like Christmas came early this year… and so did you.” You giggled, making Javi roll his eyes, playfully shaking one of the legs still pressed to your chest.

“Shut up.” He sighed, shaking his head at you before laying back down beside you, shifting so that his chest was pressed to your back, spooning you in his grasp. “Gotta make sure Santa’s not the only thing coming down the chimney this year.”

“Jesus Christ, Javi.” You can’t help but snort, ashamed of how easily amused you are by his stupid puns.

“What? You let me get my gift early, least I can do is stuff your stocking for you.”

“Oh my god, you are the worst.”

The two of you giggled, basking in your laughter as you laid together on the floor, only spurred on by the fact you realized how ridiculous it was that the two of you were completely naked in the middle of your living room, surrounded by a sea of wrapping paper and presents.

“Speaking of stocking stuffers, we should finish wrapping the rest of these gifts we have out before we go to bed. At least some of these presents should be wrapped, because the one you just gave me was most definitely not.” You teased, craning your neck to pepper ticklish kisses across Javi’s jaw.

“It’s the gift that keeps on giving. I’ll give it to you tomorrow too, if you let me.” Javi grinned, giving you a playful wink before pressing a kiss into your messy hair and patting your hip, reaching over you to grab the pile of clothes the two of you had left next to you. “Seriously though, thank you. You and our girls are the best gift I could ever have, but adding one more would make me so fucking happy. I love you, Osita.”

“I love you too, Javi. You guys are the best gift I could ask for, too. Although, I will say, your gift also selfishly works in my favor, too. Some presents are just better unwrapped.”

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