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damn girlies will actually just skip a few meals and turn into an angry anxious miserable mess
#ebb rambles#it's me I'm girlies btw#I had duty yesterday and it was trash#honestly the whole week has been but oh well
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I was explaining to my friends yesterday that one of my pet peeves is that not very many people know how to use the modesty bags (wax paper bags in the women's room) and this leads to them being stocked incorrectly and also used incorrectly- resulting in potential biohazards.
I don't blame people for not knowing. The circumstance that of the four people at the table who menstruate, only one person knew what I was talking about... is what makes me mad. Because no one told them. And no one told the people who were supposed to tell them. And everyone somewhat assumed you already knew how to use them so no one reinforced the process. And the culture of shame surrounding menstruation means no one talks about it. And the people stocking the bathrooms typically don't know it- so they get stocked incorrectly. And so the cycle continues and I'm scraping the biohazard up off the bottom.
There's supposed to be a stock of them in the box. A nice, generous handful of them. 20 or so.
You're supposed to take one, put your pads or tampons in the bag.
Then take the bag and throw it in the trash can outside.
This process is meant to reduce the amount of people touching bodily fluids.
Every place that I've worked where I've had the duty of cleaning bathrooms, the people who stock it only put one in the box as a single liner. This causes that bag to become overflowing. It becomes smelly, unsanitary, and in the case of outdoor place like park shelters- attracts bugs or animals.
When I told the guys that work the opposite shift as me that this is the proper process, they said 'I thought it was just like a little trash can' which is a logical conclusion to make when everyone else before you only put a single liner in.
But I noticed that when I stock them correctly, people are more likely to use them correctly- I see less beer cans or gum wads or diapers in the receptacles.
Anyways- if you work in maintenance and see this problem, its real easy to explain that this is how its meant to be used and most people will believe you because no one told them how to do it properly.
This has been a psa.
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Swarm
Twst timeloop au
"Hey Deucy, don’t ya think the butterflies like Yuu a bit too much? No, scratch that—they’re totally borderline obsessed."
Deuce could only glance in the direction his companion was nodding at, curiosity tugging at him. There, in the distance of the Heartslabyul garden, stood Yuu, butterflies dancing around them in an elegant choreography. Some perched atop their head, while others rested on the blades of their shoulders.
It was almost beautiful—if not for the fact that it somehow reminded Deuce of how flies desperately clung to rotting organic trash in the dumpsite he and his old (former) friends used to hang around.
He coughed into his palm, composing himself.
‘How morbid,’ he thought.
"Maybe it’s their perfume or something."
"...Do you really think our dear I-don’t-have-budget-to-buy-a-toothbrush Prefect has the luxury to buy perfume? Let alone one that attracts butterflies like crazy?"
Touché.
The two continued their playful banter as they set up tables for the upcoming Unbirthday Party. They were so caught up in their verbal sparring that they didn’t notice two upperclassmen approaching.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! If it isn’t the Adeuce duo working hard! Didn’t know you two were on duty today. Lemme guess—you made Riddle mad again, huh?" Cater flashed a grin, positioning his phone before snapping a quick picture of the pair. "There. For documentation—proof of your hard work to show Dormhead!"
"Hey!—"
"At least warn us before you take a picture!"
Trey sighed, watching the three of them bicker. "Don’t bully the freshmen too much, Cater."
"Speaking of freshies, where’s Yuu? I thought I heard Grimmy’s voice earlier while passing by."
"Oh, Yuu? They’re over there." Ace lazily gestured toward the school’s Prefect. "They’re kinda... out of it right now, so I wouldn’t get too close if I were you," he added, trying (and failing) to suppress the worry in his voice.
"Out of it?" Trey repeated, frowning.
Four pairs of eyes turned toward the figure in the distance. Yuu stood eerily still, like a statue, their eyes devoid of emotion as they gazed into the horizon. They seemed utterly unfazed by the butterflies swarming around them.
"Wow, ain’t that a Magicam-able sight," Cater murmured. "Yuu-chan really is a butterfly whisperer, huh?"
"I knew they had an affinity for butterflies, but never this extreme," Trey mused, cupping his chin as he recalled past encounters with the Prefect. Ever since he’d met Yuu, there had always been a butterfly or two flitting nearby. His first memory of it was when Yuu and the freshmen duo had returned from the Botanical Garden.
Trey’s brow quirked as he noticed two butterflies circling the Prefect. "Looks like you’ve got a new companion," he’d joked back then.
Yuu had given a grim smile, shrugging tiredly. "Seems like it," they’d said.
Even now, Trey remembered the peculiar look in their eyes. Yuu always had that expression—their smiles never reaching their blank, dead-fish eyes.
"Stupid bugs!" Grim had complained that day, pumping his paws in frustration. "These dumb things have been following my henchman ever since we came back from the mines! I thought we lost ’em, but the moment my henchman stepped into the Botanical Garden, more of them showed up!"
Ever since Riddle’s overblot, more and more butterflies seemed to flock to Yuu. Now, whenever the Prefect stood still in an open space, a swarm of butterflies would gather, their numbers growing the longer Yuu remained stationary.
Like flies buzzing around a rotting cor—
"What’s with all this commotion?!" a familiar voice barked, cutting through Trey's thoughts. "I’d appreciate it if the four of you finished your tasks instead of loitering. Especially you two dimwits who skipped cleaning duty yesterday."
"GAH!"
"D-Dormhead!"
"Riddle..." Trey muttered in surprise. The Heartslabyul Dormhead stood with his arms crossed, his gaze sharp and judgmental.
"Morning, Rids! We were just talking about our dear Prefect over there and the mystery of why the butterflies are crowding around them like a bunch of crazy paparazzi," Cater chimed in with his usual cheeky grin.
Riddle’s brows furrowed as he followed their line of sight. "My, there are more of them than usual," he remarked, his tone curious. "And all the same species..." he added, almost to himself, though the others heard him.
"Species?"
"Yes. I’ve been researching the insects attracted to Yuu. It’s been a personal curiosity of mine to figure out why they’re so drawn to them. At first, I thought it was due to sweat—"
"Sweat? That’s gross," Ace interrupted with a mock gag.
"Yes, sweat," Riddle repeated, unimpressed. "Some butterfly species are attracted to sodium, which is why they’re sometimes drawn to humans. But Yuu never seems to be sweating during these incidents. That led me to believe they might be secreting some sort of pheromone undetectable to humans. But when I asked a beastman—your friend Jack—he said he smelled nothing."
"Wow... you really did your research, huh," Deuce muttered, blinking in amazement.
"It’s hardly anything substantial. I’m still stumped as to why this phenomenon occurs. However, during one of my reading sessions, I came across something... surprising."
"Surprising? How so?"
"Did you know that some butterfly species—like the ones hovering around Yuu—are attracted to and feast on the fluids of decaying corpses?"
#twst yuu#twst yuu au#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#twst imagines#twst timeloop au#riddle rosehearts#ace trappola#deuce spade#trey clover#cater diamond#twst au#twst#what the fuck#DID I COOK???
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Rabid Logan is my new favorite logan
"Butterbean, please?" Wade begged.
"Fuck off," you groan, curling on the sofa and holding a pillow closer to your head. "It's just a migraine. I'm fine-"
"Totally fine, yeah." Wade frowned and mimed strangling you for a second. It had been 2 days. Yesterday you were having trouble with your vision and puking. Today you were hiding from the sun like a fucking vampire. And he had to go. He had work to do.
But in his head all he could see was your tiny 7-year-old self crying from the pain that no one else was taking seriously. But at least- at least Trigger was taking it seriously. Laying curled behind your legs with his head on your hip, he looked up at Wade like he wanted to know what to do.
"Fine," Wade said, "You won't go to the hospital? I'm gonna get you a baby sitter."
"I don't need-" But when you try to sit up and the movement makes your vision blur, you can't protest. All you can do is groan.
"Sure, shut up," Wade said pulling out his phone and taking a deep breath as he went through his contacts.
Vanessa- working Peter- pushover and working Al- just no. No. Love her but no Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. And Colossus would just fall through your fucking floor IF he could fit through the door way.
"Damn it," he hissed, dialing the last number he had. The last person he'd willingly hand you over to.
"What?" Logan growled.
"Hey, Peanut," Wade said, kicking a wastebasket closer to you as you lean over the couch to puke again. "Need a favor."
"No."
"Listen," Wade said, "I gotta go. Now. And my sweet angel baby sister has a migraine from hell and refuses to go to the hospital to get checked out. So I need somebody who can babysit and force her to go if the meds don't do what they're supposed to in... oh, 12 hours?"
Over the phone he can hear boots hit the floor and he exhales slowly. "Fine," Logan said.
"Thanks, Peanut. Hands to yourself. I gotta go. Duty calls." He hung up the phone and stroked your hair, moving the pillow just enough to kiss your cheek. "I gotta go, sweetie. Logan will be here pretty quick."
"I'm fine-"
"Totally fine," he agreed. "You just look like you're dying and threw up water for dramatic effect." He tutted and tucked the blanket around you before stopping to pet Trigger and slip out the door.
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Logan slipped into the apartment and regarded the dog, who was watching him. The growls were low warning growls. His mistress was ill, but he wasn't. And he could smell vomit that was mostly bile and water. Old clothes and sweat. He shook his head.
This didn't look or feel like your apartment. Too dark and quiet. No warmth. And seeing you so still and clutching a pillow to your head made him wince. "Hey, kid," he said softly, walking slowly towards you. "You alseep?"
"No," you answer, your voice muffled. "Beer's in the fridge if-"
"Thanks," he answered. "You thirsty? Need food?"
"My head's not really happy with moving."
Logan moved the trash can and knelt next to the sofa, "Cold water on an empty stomach is a bad idea," he said. "Got anything else?"
"Lo, you don't have to do this," you murmur. "I'll be okay. It happens. Just not this long."
"What else have I got to do?" Logan said shrugging. "I'm 200 years old and I know a few things. Pretty sure we can get you through it."
"There's some electrolyte drink mixes in the cupboard above the coffee pot," you answer, breaking off with a groan when your head throbs.
Logan nods and squeezes your shoulder gently, "I'll figure it out, as long as you don't mind me going through your kitchen."
"Help yourself," you answer. "If you find jerky in the fridge don't eat it. It's Trigger's and he holds grudges."
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STARGAZING
Warnings: fluff, a bit of smut, reader has leg & back tattoos, and reader calls donuts overrated LOL
Reader also has a pp 😱
Summary: You finally hang out with Jenna off duty.
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Every weekday morning was the same. You'd wake up, go to the station, talk to some of your fellow officers, maybe even your captain, then stop at the same café. You'd order the same coffee and pastry, and sit down at the same table, with the same company.
Jenna was wonderful company too. Her eyes would light up whenever you walked through the door, uniform on and everything. It was your own little ritual, one that you looked forward to every day. You'd talk about your days, your hopes, and your ambitions.
It was a sense of comfort, one that you could always count on. You could tell that Jenna was always genuinely happy to see you. That smile that you grew to love over the past year would never leave her face when you were near.
You shared a special bond with Jenna that was unlike any other, regardless if you only hung out at the café. It was like home. You'd come in the morning, or afternoon for lunch, maybe even stop by before clocking out.
"Here's your breakfast bagel and coffee, just how you like it." You look away from the window, Jenna grins, placing down your food. "Thank you." You both exchange a look, and you can't help but smile at the girl in front of you.
Jenna sits down across from you, resting her hand on her hands as you take a bite of the bagel, savoring the taste and everything that it represents. "Aren't cops supposed to eat donuts? Not bagels?" You smirk and take a sip of coffee. "Donuts are overrated," you reply, then take another bite of the bagel.
Jenna laughs. "I guess you have a point," she says. "So, how's Chris?" You snort at the question. You had told Jenna about how another officer had to go on a two-week break due to the fact that Chris had broken his butt bone. Jenna laughs at you, her smile widening even more.
"He was in a lot of pain but he's doing better now." Jenna shakes her head, still laughing. "Have you ever seen anyone break their butt bone before?" You ask, still chuckling. Jenna shakes her head. "Nope, can't say I have."
You both laugh, still, in disbelief at the situation Chris had gotten himself into.
Chris had a good sense of humor about it, though, and it was relieving to have a good laugh about it. You both shared a moment of understanding, knowing that accidents happen and it could have been any of you.
You take a sip of your coffee, nearly moaning at the taste. "Your coffee completely beats the Starbucks I had yesterday." Jenna smiles but lets out a dramatic gasp, "You went to Starbucks and not here? I'm honestly hurt!" You laugh and take another sip, "Your coffee's better, I promise. I'll never make that mistake again."
"Good, you know I take good care of you." You smile, feeling the warmth of the coffee and the warmth of her words. "I know you do," you reply. She smiles back and the two of you sit in comfortable silence. After a few minutes, you finish up your bagel, crumbling the trash up.
"What do you do when you're not saving the city?" Jenna asks randomly. You pause for a moment, taken aback by her question. You take a sip of your coffee before responding, "I uh, just walk around...maybe hang out at home, why?"
Jenna shrugs. "Just curious. It seems like you're always in your uniform. It's nice to hear you take some time to relax." You smile, feeling a bit embarrassed.
"Yeah...I guess I just like the feeling of doing something meaningful."
You then pause, thinking about how to word your next sentence. "It makes me feel like I'm doing something with my life."
Jenna nods in understanding. "I get it. Everyone needs a purpose to feel fulfilled." You take a deep breath. "I don't feel like I'm drifting anymore." Jenna smiles. "That's great. You've found something that makes you feel alive, and that's all that matters." You smile, subconsciously grabbing Jenna's hand that rests on the table.
"Maybe tomorrow we could hang out and relax together." Jenna nods, squeezing your hand. "I'd like that. Now I can finally see you outside of your uniform." You nod in agreement, the two of you still smiling.
You both laugh, and you feel your heart swell. Your shared laughter is infectious, and you can't help but feel a sense of joy and warmth spread through your chest.
You look into each other's eyes, your smiles still lingering on your faces. You feel an unspoken understanding between the two of you, a connection that you can't explain.
You clear your throat, letting go of the girl's hand and start gathering your stuff. "Well, I gotta go save the city now. I'll um...I'll pick you up tomorrow from work. What time do you get off?"
She smiles and says, "I get off at three. I'll be waiting for you." You nod at her words, sending a small smile. With one last glance, you turn and walk away, leaving her standing there, still smiling.
You were right on time, three o'clock on the dot, waiting for Jenna outside of the café. Jenna emerged from the café, a smile still lighting up her face. You got off your motorcycle, taking off your helmet. You waved to Jenna, who waved back. "No! I wanted to ride in the police cruiser!" Jenna teased you as she brought you into a hug.
You laughed and hugged her back. "Maybe next time," you said as you mounted your motorcycle. You pulled Jenna onto the back of your bike and handed her your helmet. She gave you a tight squeeze, then put the helmet on.
You felt her arms wrap around your waist as you started the engine and drove off the wind buffeted you as you travelled, and you felt Jenna's embrace tighten with each passing mile.
You pulled up to your destination, and Jenna hopped off the back of the bike. "Where are we?" She questioned, looking around at the greeny area.
You smiled at her and said, "This is my secret spot. I wanted to share it with you." Jenna's face lit up with joy as she looked around, taking in the beauty of the place. You held out your hand, and she took it before looking up at you with a smile. "C'mon, I set up a picnic."
You led Jenna down the path, and soon you arrived at the clearing with the picnic set up. Jenna was amazed, and you smiled as you watched her in admiration. "This is insane." Jenna turned to you with a look of awe. "How did you do this?" she asked.
You simply smiled and replied, "It's my pleasure. A return for your wonderful company and coffee this past year."
Jenna smiled and hugged you tightly. You enjoyed the moment, feeling content and grateful for the friendship you had built. When she pulled away you gestured her to sit, joining her shortly after and reaching inside the basket.
You pulled out a container of fruit, sandwiches, and a bottle of sparkling cider. She laughed, delighted by the surprise. "I am... astonished... honestly."
You laugh before raising your glass. "To Jenna's amazing coffee and bagels!" She smiled and raised her glass to yours, clinking them together. "To my coffee and bagels," she said, and you both took a sip.
You both shared a laugh and put your glasses down. Jenna looked at you and said, "I didn't know you had tattoos." You chuckled glancing at your legs, "Yeah, I usually have to cover them for work. I also have one on my back."
Jenna smiled and said, "Really? Can I see?" You nod in response. Jenna quickly gets up, kneeling behind you. She gently moved your shirt and her eyes widened. "That's a really awesome design."
You smile and reply, "Thanks." Her hands begin tracing the tattoo and you can't help but shiver from her touch. You turn your head slightly, meeting Jenna's face as she places her hands on your shoulder, her face only inches away from yours.
"It looks so good on you." You blush and thank her again. She gets up, moving back to her original spot. She smiles. "I'm really glad you decided to get it. It suits you."
You nod in agreement, feeling a warmth inside that you hadn't felt in a long time. "Could you pass me a grape?" Jenna reaches into the fruit container, a grab in her hand. "Catch it."
You open your mouth, trying to fight back a smile. "You think I won't catch it? I was pro at this in high school."
The grape flew in the air, and you caught it, your reflexes still sharp. You grinned in satisfaction, and Jenna clapped her hands in surprise. "That was impressive!" she exclaimed.
"Here you try." Jenna hands you the container before preparing herself to catch the grape. You took a grape from the container and threw it up in the air. Jenna's reflexes were still a bit rusty, but she managed to catch it with her hands.
"Cheater! You gotta catch it with your mouth." You quickly grabbed another grape, throwing it at Jenna, unfortunately, it fell short. Jenna tried her best to catch it, but it was too late. "Damnit!" She laughs, her hands resting on your thighs.
She pouted playfully. "I feel like a loser." You shake your head, keeping your eyes on her as you reach into the container for a strawberry.
"Here's a reward for trying." You hold out the strawberry to hand it to her, but instead, she bites it from your hand, her eyes on you the entire time.
She lets out a small moan at the sweet taste of the berry, dramatically rolling her eyes. "So good." Her own hands reach into the container, picking out a strawberry. "Try one."
You couldn't even protest before she holds the strawberry to your lips, her left hand still resting on your thigh. You take a bite, the juice of the strawberry running down the corner of your mouth.
She gently wipes it away with her thumb, her eyes never leaving yours. You can't help but blush at her closeness. "Mmm..." You hum, nodding your head, approving of the taste. She smiles at your reaction, her hand still lingering on your thigh.
Her eyes leave yours, moving to your thigh. "Did this one hurt?" She asks, her finger tracing over the tattoo on your upper thigh. You take a deep breath, feeling her gentle touch. "A bit," you reply, your voice barely audible. She nods, giving you a reassuring smile.
She pauses for a moment, her eyes locked on yours. "Jenna..." you whisper out, swallowing the lump in your throat. She nods, telling you to go on. "Can I kiss you?" Again, she nods, causing you to smile. You lift your hand to caress her cheek before closing the distance and pressing your lips to hers.
You feel her arms wrap around your neck, her breathing becoming more shallow. She parted her lips slightly, deepening the kiss. You felt like you could stay there forever, lost in the moment. You eventually pull away, both of you breathless. You smile at her, and she smiles back, her cheeks blushing.
You both laugh nervously, and she leans her forehead against yours. You stare into each other's eyes for a few moments, feeling a connection that was unexpected yet undeniable. You stay like that for a while, just enjoying the moment and savoring the feeling.
"Fuck the police?" She mumbles, biting down on her lip. You can't help but chuckle. "Fuck the police."
And fuck the police was she doing. "Shit, Jenna..." You whine out, grabbing her hips. She grins, pushing you back onto the bed. "You know you love it," She says, her lips curving into a smirk.
She moves her hips, and you gasp, lost in the moment. You grip her hips and pull her closer, letting out a moan as she continues her movements. "Fuck me."
"I am, baby." She laughs before letting out a loud moan. "You're so big, fuck." Her hand moves from your core to your thigh, and her movements become faster and more intense, pushing you closer to the edge.
She's clearly enjoying the experience, her movements are becoming more passionate as your pleasure intensifies. You can feel her desire to bring you to the peak of pleasure and you give in to it, letting her take you there.
"I'm cumming!" She yells out, her grip on your thigh tightening. Her back arches as she rides you, her muscles tense as her orgasm takes over her body. You can feel her body shudder against yours as she comes down from her high and collapses against your chest. You wrap your arms around her, before flipping her over on her back.
You start to move inside of her again, your movements slow and gentle. She moans softly, her eyes half open, her breathing heavy. You kiss her gently, your lips lingering at the moment as you both enjoy the sensations of being together. She wraps her arms around you and pulls you closer, her fingers tracing circles on your back, over your tattoo.
She looks up at you, her eyes full of love and desire, and you know she'll remember this moment forever. You kiss her again, this time more passionately and with more urgency. You both know there's no need to rush; the night is still young and you both have all the time in the world.
You begin trailing kissing down her neck as your hips move slowly against hers, her breathing becoming heavier as her hands grip your shoulders. You whisper in her ear softly, "You feel so good, Jen."
She moans in response, her fingers running through your hair as you press your lips against her collarbone. You feel her body quiver beneath you as your hands travel down her curves. Finally, you meet her gaze, and she smiles.
"Faster, Y/N..." she whines, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth. You comply, increasing your movements, and soon she's clinging onto you, her breath coming out in short gasps. "Yes, fuck." You can feel her body quivering beneath you, her grip on your shoulders tightening with each thrust. She screams out your name, her head thrown back in pleasure as you hit the right spot.
"Right there, shit. I'm about to cum again." You continue to move inside her, your body responding to her every whim. You lean down, your lips seeking hers as you both reach the peak of pleasure together.
She cries out your name, her voice low and husky as she comes down again, her eyes closed and a satisfied smile playing on her lips. You collapse onto her, both of you panting and sweaty as you bask in the afterglow.
You stay like that for a few moments before you reluctantly pull away, looking into her eyes with love and admiration. You give her a gentle kiss on the forehead, a silent promise of more to come before you both drift off into a peaceful sleep.
It was now morning time and you leaned against Jenna's kitchen counter, sipping on a mug of coffee she made for you as she took in your features.
She smiled lovingly at you before speaking up. "I could get used to this. You just walk around my place in your underwear, showing off your body and tattoos."
You chuckled, feeling a warmth inside your chest that made you feel like you were home. You grabbed her hand and pulled her close, pressing your lips against hers. "Me too." You placed another kiss on her lips before pulling away.
"Hungry?" She smiled and nodded. You stood up and began walking to the fridge, but Jenna stopped you. "No, baby. I'm hungry for you." Your eyebrows raise in surprise, "Oh."
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SOMETHING IN THE WATER | 5 | SHOUTO x READER
SUMMARY: As a future marine biologist, you’ve scored big on your final internship: a summer in the tropics, researching the waters off the coast of a lush, sunny island. But what you thought would be all beach days and piña coladas turns out to be the revelation of a lifetime when you haul in a handsome merprince, and discover not everything in these waters is quite as it seems. TAGS/WARNINGS: mermaid au, interspecies relationships, mating rituals/courting behavior, (sort of) case fic, aged up characters, eventual smut, fem pronouns/afab reader LENGTH: 3.5k of est. 21k, 5th of 8 chapters
It was pollution. No doubt about it.
Under the lens of one of Kamui’s microscopes, the evidence was incontrovertible. The piece of white coral Shouto had brought you sported distinct traces of industrial processing chemicals that had almost certainly contributed to its bleaching, the concentration high enough that it had also probably choked the life out of the nearby environment.
It was high enough, in fact, that you were absolutely floored your team hadn’t come across even a hint of anything similar before. Based on the levels, you should have been finding at least smaller traces close to the area it came from, but nothing you’d found so far had even hinted at anything like this.
Which begged the question, just where in the hell had Shouto gotten it from?
When you legged it back down to the beach, however, both the merman and your sandwich were missing. The only evidence of his presence were the slices of mozzarella that had clearly been picked out of the sandwich, laid out cleanly on the wrapper you’d left behind.
You’d sighed and cleaned your trash up, then slogged back to your room for a shower and a few hours of sleep, stowing the coral away safely to show to your team in the morning.
When you awoke, however, you realized you would have no way of explaining to them where you’d obtained it, and no way to point them any closer to the source of the issue. You resolved to find Shouto as soon as possible to figure out what was going on, hopefully before the scheduled tour of Sunfish.
You rocketed through your morning tasks, and hurriedly volunteered to take over trap checking duty, disappearing out the door before Yu could so much as get out a reply.
You boated north to the reef where you’d first met Shouto, and jumped into the water before you’d even gotten your snorkeling gear on properly, certain the merman would somehow find you. You’d nearly finished checking the trap, kicking off the seafloor to rise back to the surface when a hand seized your elbow, guiding you back up.
Shouto’s handsome face was staring back at you when you yanked off your goggles, his distinctive hair slicked back with ocean water, the scar around his eye a deep pink in the sunlight. Sunlight glittered off the droplets on his skin, making him look even more ethereal than he usually did, and your breath momentarily seized in your chest.
“Hi Shouto,” you said, your face going hot when it came out weirdly breathy. Embarrassing.
A tiny little smile pulled at the corner of his mouth, and his fingers flexed on your elbow. “Hello,” he said in his deep, even tone.
Even that simple greeting somehow made you flush. You quickly marshaled yourself, trying to remember you had come here with an agenda, not to float here stupidly in the water, staring at him.
“Shouto—that coral you gave me yesterday? One of them has the signs of the pollution I was looking for!”
Shouto blinked, a droplet of water sliding down the side of his straight, handsome nose. Your eyes seemed weirdly glued to it as it reached the edge of his mouth.
“Then you liked it? It had…microbes?” he asked.
You nodded distractedly. “Sort of. Signs of microbial unhealth and chemically-induced bleaching. And I did like it. I think you might have actually solved the whole case for me!”
Shouto’s mouth pulled into a fuller, happier smile, just enough to bare the tops of those sharp teeth. You blinked, momentarily stunned, looking back up into his eyes to find him watching you intently.
“You liked it. My gift,” he said, something strangely smug in his tone. A little thrill raced through you, a frission of pleasure, at having put that expression on his face, that tone in his voice. Your ears went hot, and you pointedly did not think about why his pleasure made you so pleased as well.
“Yeah, I loved it,” you nodded, startled when Shouto’s fingers slid from your elbow to your wrist, lifting it up to his face.
But then in the next instant his expression shifted, his brows furrowing and the edges of his smile dipping. Instantly, you mourned the loss of it.
“But…you are not wearing it,” he said. “Either of them.”
Your eyelashes fluttered themselves in another disconcerted blink. Had…that been a requirement? Had he said that to you, yesterday?
You didn’t think you’d had much conversation between him handing over the bits of coral and you rushing off to the lab with them, but maybe that had been his expectation of what you would do with them. Maybe that was a common merperson thing, and you were too ignorant to think of it.
In fact, you hadn’t even taken the time to ask him why he’d given the coral bits to you, too focused on getting them under Kamui’s microscope like a huge disrespectful idiot.
You flushed, suddenly feeling incredibly rude. Was this a merperson custom you had just flagrantly ignored?
“Am I—? Is that something your people, um, do?” you asked. “Wear coral?”
Shouto nodded, those mismatched eyes still glued to your bare wrist. His fingers carefully shifted to encircle it, like he was replacing the expected bits of coral with his own hold on you. Your face burned and you paddled a little bit harder in the water, expelling nervous energy.
“I am so sorry, I didn’t know. Of course I will wear them, I just need to find some kind of string—” A sudden thought seized you. “Except—-well, Shouto, I need that white coral to prove pollution. I need to show it to my team, and be able to explain where I got it from. They might need to send it off as evidence.”
Shouto’s fingers tightened on you, though you noted he was still mindful of his claws. A hissing noise exploded out of him, and that scraping feeling burned at the back of your throat again, the bioelectric signal of his distaste clear enough.
“It is yours, not theirs,” he hissed, his handsome face suddenly all twisted up.
You could quite literally feel how distressed he was, and your heart throbbed with the realization that you were the cause.
You immediately backtracked, horrified. You shifted in the merman’s grip, twisting your hand to grab his wrist too, and put your other hand to his shoulder, holding him firmly.
“I’m sorry—Shouto, yes of course it’s mine. Of course I won’t give it to them,” you said, trying to angle your face to look into his eyes. “I didn’t realize—of course I will keep it with me.”
To your surprise, Shouto calmed immediately. The snarl faded from his mouth, his lips resuming their normal soft, sweet shape, and his other hand came to rest at your waist, pulling you a fraction closer to him.
“You promise,” he asked, though it was phrased more like a statement than a question.
You had to fight back a shocked laugh at how easily he’d been rerouted, and how unbelievably fleeting and childish that little tantrum had been. A prince of his people and here he was, getting fussy with you!
There was nothing for your exasperated snort, your helpless smile. “Yes, yes, I promise. But you have to help me collect another piece of white coral from where you got it originally. I promise it’s important.”
Shouto’s hands tightened on you, and you found yourself being dragged closer, so that he was holding you up in the water, only inches from the hard planes of his chest. His tail brushed against the inside of your thigh, the scales rasping lightly over the skin there. You went still, a little thrill racing up your spine at his sudden, more immediate proximity.
“You want me to take you there,” he said, his voice suddenly a little deeper.
You blinked. “I—yes? Is that…okay?”
Shouto’s eyes narrowed in on you, and you shifted nervously in his hold as his pupils went a little more slitted, a little more inhumanly focused. “It is an area of some significance to my people, though it is now difficult to get to. Your kind has begun to touch it.”
Your interest piqued. Humans had begun to touch it, alright. Judging by the chemical processing agents left behind on the piece of coral Shouto had given you, you could guess exactly which humans had touched it, too.
“Is it Sunfish?” you couldn’t help but ask, perking up in his hold.
Shouto inclined his head, a movement that brought his mouth almost dangerously close to yours. Your breath choked off in your lungs.
“Yes,” Shouto replied. “The…microbes you are interested in, then…? They are to do with Sunfish?”
You nodded excitedly, eagerly sucking in another breath. “Yes, yes! God, I’m so stupid, I should have told you earlier—anything to do with where Sunfish is operating is of interest to me. We’ve been testing the—um, the microbes to put it simply—around the area but if Sunfish has somewhere we haven’t been yet, that’s what I’m looking to know.”
Shouto looked thoughtful, and a claw trailed absently down the skin of your arm. You jumped, startled.
“Then I will take you,” he said, eyes cutting back to yours. “On one condition.”
You felt your eyebrows raise. Well that was unexpected of him. Who knew mermen knew how to bargain?
“Name your price,” you told him.
Shouto’s mouth quirked then, a hint of a sharp incisor showing, but the rest of his expression was strangely sincere. “I want dinner and a movie,” he said, a claw trailing sweetly, absently down the skin of your arm again. “Like you said humans do.”
You could feel your eyebrows escaping towards your hairline, your mouth going slack. “You want to watch a movie and have dinner,” you repeated, floored.
Shouto inclined his head, the damp strands of red and white mingling with the movement. “You said I would like a movie.”
Damn. You had said that, hadn’t you? But you couldn’t think how in the hell you were going to get Shouto to a movie. It wasn’t like there was a movie theater on this island, and besides that it wasn’t like you could just piggyback a real life merman into one.
You supposed if pressed, you could preload something on the shitty island wifi and then bring your laptop down to the beach and watch things that way. But what if someone spotted the light and came looking? Shouto could disappear quick enough, you had no doubt, but how to explain the laptop?
And then it occurred to you: the inn had a maintenance shed, just off the main office. A sudden image came to you of wheeling Shouto uphill in a wheelbarrow, getting him into the tub in your room, and setting up a few pillows for yourself, and some kind of dinner spread on the floor.
It was unconventional. But then—so was the idea of dinner and a movie with a merman at all.
You stuck out your hand, making a mental note to swing by the maintenance shed on your way back in tonight. “It’s a deal.”
Shouto stared at your fingers, seeming not to know what to do with the gesture, until you took one of his hands in your own, pumping it up and down. He held on for too long after that, those crimson-tipped fingers closing in over your own, warm and wet and strong.
“Then I will take you now, if you like,” Shouto said. “If you are ready.”
You nodded, paddling your feet a little uselessly in his hold, in eager anticipation. Confirmation of Sunfish’s activity, and the chance to see a place meaningful to Shouto and his people. It was a dream come true for any marine biologist.
Shouto let you go, following you slowly as you paddled back to the boat, swimming leisurely, looping circles around you. He helped boost you back into the boat, and then hauled himself up after you on the strength of his arms alone. The back of your neck went very warm, as you watched his muscle coil and flex as he pulled himself in, then looked at you imploringly.
“I will point the way and you will take us,” he said, slithering across the floor of the boat to slide in next to you behind the wheel. He peered at all the meters and dials interestedly, pressing a crimson claw to one.
You had to laugh at the ridiculousness of a merman sitting behind the wheel of a boat, and another wild idea occurred to you.
“Wanna learn how to drive?” you asked.
Shouto’s eyes slid over to you, turquoise and grey pinning you to your seat. “To operate the boat?”
You nodded. Another hot flush crept across your cheeks as a slow smile spread over Shouto’s mouth, those mismatched eyes glittering.
“Yes,” he said. “I should like that very much.”
You gestured him over to your seat, rising out of it as Shouto slid all that heavy muscle your way, the scales of his tail bright and fiery in the sun. He was warm and smelled like salt up close, and you tried not to take note of the way his bicep flexed as he moved to grip the wheel in taloned fingers.
You gave him a brief run through of all the meters and gauges, the fuel level meter, speedometer, the ammeter and engine hours. He seemed disinterested in all but the speed—a typical man, even if only his upper half looked it.
Then you showed him the throttle and how to turn the key to start and what degrees of movement of the wheel at a higher speed wouldn’t send both of you flying out of the boat. And then you sank down next to him, gripping the seat for safety as he started the boat, looking thrilled.
He guided the boat off the reef more carefully than you would have expected, but he grew bolder as you made it out into deeper waters, applying a ton of throttle instantly and sending you falling backwards in your seat. You zoomed across the gentle waves, horrifyingly fast, but unexpectedly smoothly for someone who had just learned. Shouto seemed intimately familiar with the island’s layout, navigating smoothly through some of the shallow channels that gave you an almost-regular heart attack, gliding easily across the waves and not seeming to catch a single one the wrong way.
A thrilled laugh bit out of you, getting lost in the wind as you sped across the sea. Shouto’s mouth pulled into a wider smile, looking pleased with himself, those sharp teeth white in the sun. You found yourself smiling, at the ludicrousness of being driven around by a merprince, and at how much Shouto looked like he was enjoying himself.
In almost no time Shouto was steering you into a shallow cove on the eastern side of the island a couple hundred meters away from where you’d laid out an observation station. As you slowed to a stop you helped anchor the boat, feeling your brows furrowing back down in confusion, the smile slipping off your face.
If there was any level of pollution in this cove then you would have known about it from the nearby observation station. You weren’t sure if Shouto had the right spot.
But as you turned back to him he pointed a claw towards the jut of the land, aiming with certainty. “There used to be a cave through which we could access the lagoon,” he said. “But it is blocked off to us now.”
You stared at him, befuddled. “Blocked off? By what?”
Shouto’s mouth thinned into an irritated line. “By some human invention—I do not know what it is.”
Your eyebrows raised. “Then—how did you get the coral out of this, uh, lagoon if you can’t access it?”
Shouto’s eyes dipped, following your words as your mouth shaped them, looking strangely intent. Your ears went hot.
“I climbed,” he said simply.
You whipped around to stare back at the strip of land rising into the jungle. You could just make out a clearing in the trees where you thought a lagoon might lay. And it was no small distance. Your jaw dropped, imagining Shouto having to drag himself over meters and meters of land to get there.
Your stomach fluttered, the white coral suddenly taking on a new significance if Shouto had gone to such trouble for it. It had to be more than just an area of interest to his people—-it more likely had to be extremely significant if this was the length merpeople had to go for this coral. No wonder he hadn’t liked the idea of you testing it, of you surrendering it and mailing it out and away, if he’d had to pull himself over land like that to get it.
And with this realization, a new, wildly disconcerting thought crept over you, an insane flight of fancy.
Was it possible that Shouto had given you… not just a friendly gift, but something even more meaningful than you had initially realized? If this was a site of cultural significance, and he’d suffered to get the coral for you—did it mean something a little bit more intimate than an exchange between new friends?
Your gaze darted back over to Shouto, sitting pertly in his seat. He struck such a handsome profile, all sleek muscle and delicately carved features, his face carefully-noted and almost supernaturally angelic. His coloring, too, was magnificent, the rose of his scar, the deep scarlet of his scales and his claws. And he was so sweet, and funny, and so very interesting. He was unlike anything—anyone—you had ever seen, and the thought of him fetching you a gift of special significance made an even more blistering wave of heat flare up in your belly.
You rose from your seat, determined to see this lagoon for yourself.
“Alright, you wait here,” you told Shouto, “I’m going to go check it out.”
He nodded, watching you closely as you went to the bag of supplies, fishing out a camera, the log book, your shoes, and a couple pieces of sampling equipment. You stuffed them all in a dry bag, rolling the top down tight and buckling securely.
“You will be careful,” Shouto intone in his deep voice, more an order than a question.
You smiled up at him, nodding your head. “Yes. I’ll be back in just a couple of minutes.”
He looked satisfied with that, and helped lower you down into the water to swim for land. He slithered off the edge beside you, sinking smoothly into the water like a dropped stone, and swam along underneath you, following you all the way until you clambered onto the sand. You hurriedly dug around in your bag for your shoes, stuffing your feet into them still sandy and damp as Shouto looked on.
Once properly outfitted, you followed the beach as it trailed off into scrub and bushes, and then into towering palms, making your way into the jungle. The sun shone brightly through the leaves, painting everything around you in shades of sunlit green, the air under the canopy thicker than on the beach. Your feet slid over the damp sand in your sneakers, a sensation you did not particularly enjoy, but you walked briskly, your curiosity leading you onwards.
In only a few minutes, the trees once again gave way to a small strip of sand, and you spilled out onto the beach of the lagoon.
It was instantly clear to you exactly what Shouto had meant. A large metallic wall dammed off one side of the lagoon, most probably blocking off the underwater channel Shouto had told you about. It had been bolted into the jutting coral and rock around it, sealing off any water flow. Around it, the ancient coral walls of the lagoon were bone white wherever the water lapped at them, disturbingly bleached of color, and you thought the scrub and the trees that had built up over the surface overtime looked a little bit unhealthy too.
Shouto had most definitely gotten his coral from here.
As you looked around your certainty grew, until you spotted the most damning evidence. Only a scant few meters away from where you had come out of the forest, there was a pipe dug into the earth, sitting about a meter above the water level of the lagoon. It was still shiny, clearly new, and it was also dribbling the occasional bit of liquid into the lagoon, as if someone were piping certain substances out and away from the rest of their facilities.
Your heart rate doubled at the sight, and you knew even as you unloaded your equipment to take samples that you had found exactly what you had been looking for.
There was no doubt in your mind that this pipe led back to Sunfish. And Shouto had indeed just solved this entire case.
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Hello! Could i request a story about Pedri dating a tennis player, someone like Emma răducanu? If you do not like tennis, it's no problem if you don't want to write it. I like all your other Pedri stories 🤗
Breakfast of champions 𖦹 Pedri González !
summary. after you won a match and pedri had won a game on the same day, you both decided the next day you’d celebrate with the most elaborate of breakfasts. the only problem was—pedri was terrible at making waffles.
wc. 685+
disclaimers. fluff, established relationship, reader is a tennis player, ect !
notes. i know literally nothing abt tennis so i hope i did this justice.. its so barely there but i gen had no ideas what to write
The kitchen was filthy with flour and the sweet smell of Belgian waffles. Pedri was currently staring at the burnt—once fluffy and delicious, looking waffle. A line formed between his brows as he tried to figure out exactly where he went wrong.
You, standing a few feet away with a flour-splotched apron, stifled a laugh. “Baby.. How..” You start, but clamp your mouth shut when Pedri’s eyes snap to you with a warning look.
“Right. Okay, well, just.. put it in the trash. You can just start over. No big deal.” You smile lightly, striding over to his side and standing up on your tip toes, planting a kiss on his cheek.
Pedri sighed at the light touch before gripping the plate and moving toward the trash can.
Yesterday had been a whirlwind. You’d won your match at Wimbledon, which was a major accomplishment for you and many other tennis players alike. Pedri and his team had won the El Clásico.
So, today, you were celebrating with a breakfast fit for royalty—or they were supposed to at least. You forget that Pedri's kitchen skills were subpar at best.
You’d been put on bacon duty, which you gladly accepted. Easy to do, and made sure that you could keep your eye on the waffle maker since your boyfriend’s attention couldn’t seem to stay on it.
Instead, he’d attempt to drift toward you, hands sliding around your waist for about five seconds before you swatted at them and scolded him—
“Pedro. Get your ass back to the waffles.”
And now, he was facing the consequences of his actions.
Both of the waffles in it had burnt.
“I swear, I was watching this time!” Pedri groaned, running a hand through his dark hair. “Cariño..” He whines, setting the now-empty plate on the table. “Can you just.—“
Rubbing your temples, you rolled out your sore wrist. Your opponent had most definitely given you a run for your money yesterday. “Just go set the table.”
Pedri’s lips pulled into a small grin. “‘M sorry.” He mumbled against your hair, placing a quick kiss to the too of your head.
Tilting your head up, you rolled your eyes. A hint of amusement passes across your face as he tips his head, capturing your lips in a slow, warm kiss.
“It’s okayyy.” You murmur against his mouth, “just go set the table and start cleaning the dishes.” Nodding, he let go of you and walked to the cupboard.
While Pedri did the dishes and you made the waffles, conversation flowed between you, and by conversation.. well, it was mostly you complaining.
“In the beginning, I thought I was going to twist my ankle I was running back and forth so much. She had a strong ass wrist, babe. I literally have never had to put in so much effort.” You dramatized your words, which had your boyfriend chuckling.
“You ran track in high school, I’m sure you were fine.” He shakes his head in short laughter, setting a spatula into the dish washer.
Your head turns to face him, eyes narrowing. “Alright, that was like—nearly four years ago.”
“Well, couldn’t be me.” Pedri shrugs.
Okay, ego.
“Is that a challenge?”
“Maybe.”
“When our bodies aren’t dying, we’re so racing.”
Ping!
Waffles were done, everything set out… you and Pedri feasted.
When you both finished and exhaled long, dragged out breaths, leaning back into your seats, you met each other’s eyes. “Holy shit, I don’t think I can eat ever again.” Pedri grumbles, head tipping back as his hand rubbed his stomach as if to soothe the ache.
“Me neither.” You almost laugh, but couldn’t bring yourself to make the sound in fear of upsetting your stomach.“Let’s go back to bed and never leave.”
And with that, Pedri walked around the table, reaching out his hands for you to take before pulling you to your feet. Both of you glanced at your dirty plates and cups then to each other.
“We can put them away later.”
You nod and let him drag you to the bedroom.
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This is a short Simon “Ghost” Riley x F!Reader fic for @lauraliisa and @pasta-m1lk who requested a part 2 of the Hot Seat fic. I won’t be making a part 3 for this; I prefer to leave the rest to your imagination (sometimes I, too, like to torment the ones I love 😈) The fic is SFW, I promise.
Yesterday at the morning debrief, he was back to his usual self, dressed in his military uniform, with his signature skull balaclava, tactical boots and gloves. He eyed each of you independently and gave orders for the day’s duties.
Toilets. That was your day’s duty. Cleaning the fucking toilets.
And as if that wasn’t enough to torment you, he turned in front of everyone and yelled your name.
“Y/N,” he said, “will be quite tired after cleaning duty, don’t you all think?” to which everyone replied with the “sir, yes, sir,” including yourself.
“To thank her for her service,” he continued, “she’ll receive an exceptional deep tissue massage treatment after she fulfils her duties,” and added a “lucky her.”
Soap was standing behind you. “What the fuck did you do this time,” he whispered, and you discreetly asked him what a deep tissue massage meant. He smirked and said, “you’re about to find out.”
Under normal circumstances, a deep tissue massage would have been revitalising with the occasional “good hurt”.
This “deep tissue” massage was like a compact hell week; there was no relief from pained muscles, and full of “bad hurts.”
He made you run 8km with your bergen, do a fuckton of reps consisting of press-ups, burpees and sit-ups, then wash, rinse and repeat.
“Again.” He ordered, and you obeyed.
“Again.” He commanded, and you did as you were told.
“Again.” He said one last time, and you warned him that you were about to throw up, to which he replied with a simple “good.”
He might have thought you were over-exaggerating, but you couldn’t hold it anymore. You stood up with all the power you had left, ran to the nearest trash bin, dipped yourself halfway in, and began to gag. The smell of rotten food didn’t help.
You didn’t hear him approaching, but you felt his glove brushing the stray hairs off your forehead, his other hand gently patting your back.
He didn’t speak until you wiped your mouth with your hand.
“Better?” He asked.
“I didn’t mean to make a fool out of you, sir,” you explained in between gasps, “on the contrary, I was trying to be,” you got another gasp, “discreet, sir.”
He kept stroking your hair and back until you were finished talking. He then helped you up and held you by the shoulders.
“Seems like you’re not well, soldier,” he said in a low voice, “I would suggest requesting a sick leave.”
You were covered in sweat, your hair all messed up, you smelled like a trashcan, and your body ached in places you never knew existed. But you stared at Ghost, dumbfounded. This could have easily been a trap.
“I’m not si-“
“I’ll give you tomorrow off,” he stopped you, “how’s that?”
You opened your mouth to say something, but he squeezed your shoulders and shot you a meaningful look. He kept nodding, signalling for you to answer in the same manner.
“Yes, sir.” You replied, looking at him hesitantly.
He patted your shoulder. “Good,” he said, “now, what are you up to tomorrow?”
Your mouth dropped to the floor. “I, um, I’ll be home, I guess, sir.”
“So,” he tilted his head, “no plans for tomorrow?”
“N-no.” You replied, still in disbelief.
“Huh, what a coincidence,” he said, putting his hand on his hips, “I’m on leave tomorrow as well.”
“C-cool…” You muttered. What the fuck was he up to.
“Would you like to go for a coffee tomorrow morning?” He asked, “or tea, in your case, because,” he gestured at the miserable state he brought you in, “you know, you’re sick.”
You kept staring at each other. You couldn’t see Simon’s expression, but you looked like someone picked you up with a giant claw and dropped you right in the middle of a David Lynch movie.
“Should I take your silence as a- “
“Yes,” you nodded vigorously, “as a yes, sir; you can take it as a yes.”
He came this morning with his motorcycle and picked you up; he brought an extra helmet for you and secured it on your head.
He drove you to a café close to the pub you first saw and identified him without his mask, the reason behind all that hazing you’ve been through. The reason why you’re both here now.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” you tell him.
“Why not?” He asks, “you’re sick and on leave.”
“I’m not sick,” you whisper with a smile, “and neither are you.”
He shrugs. “Oh, but I am sick,” he opposes you, “sick and tired of serving and ordering and,” he looks around, “killing.” He whispers.
You nod empathetically. He diverts his gaze from you and looks at the street, almost embarrassed for admitting it. You think of his mask; he doesn’t wear it to cover his good looks as you first thought. Ghost is a persona for the battlefield—for serving and ordering and killing. This, right here, sitting in front of you, is Simon.
“Hey,” you snap your fingers to distract him from his thoughts, “you promised me coffee.”
“Tea,” he corrects you, and you shake your head.
“I hate tea.” You say.
He shoots you a death stare and looks up at the sky.
“Why?” he wonders out loud and smiles, “why didn’t I ask you about that before taking you out on a date?” And gestures at the waiter to come and take your order.
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Our Youth - Ep 6
I really liked how they were together, their first night - the whole vibe, the morning after, the conversation by the sea, the return home together, them going separate ways, Hirukawa's attempt to improve his life and Minase's pride in him. It was all theirs, and somehow so… ordinary? So good.
Yesterday I wrote that Hirukawa needs help and a way to get out ASAP, before he falls apart, or does something really destructive, or really stupid. Tbh, I didn't expect him to do all of the above. I also wrote that he is still a kid, and as if he keeps the self-fulfillment of two families on his shoulders - it turns out that in addition to being responsible for two families, he also feels responsible for his schoolmates. It's very painful - and so real - that none of the above responds to him in the same way. His mother doesn't take care of him, his father beats him, his schoolmate is silent and lets him take all the blame. Neither parents nor a friend would meet the definition of what it means to be a parent and a friend, what it means to be a close person. But that's ok, Hirukawa fulfills his filial and friendly duties for all of them. And then some 🙄
However, the only person who knows him, who believes in him, who knows all of his (not just selected) secrets, who offers him concrete help and words of support - Hirukawa ultimately doesn't choose this person and doesn'tt feel such an obligation towards him as towards others whom he doesn't even love. Because let's be honest, what Minase heard was that for Hirukawa their life together, going to school, finishing it, continuing to work on himself, on their relationship, is less important than his duty to his friend, who literally blamed him for his own decisions as his father does all the time. Minase watches Hirukawa and sees how he is treated by his father, by his mother, which certainly hurts him, which was visible from how upset he was seeing Hirukawa and his mother consciously and unconsciously playing a happy family, and how he almost spilled the beans, because it must have frustrated him so much. The fact that Hirukawa so seemingly easily crossed out his - and their shared - future for some idiot must have been devastating for Minase.
I watched with sadness Hirukawa's impulse to be "worthy" of Minase, to change, to become "better", being ruined by his self-destructive tendencies, low self-esteem and savior complex. Minase had been so happy just a moment ago, after their trip together, after their first time, after their conversation in the sea, watching Hirukawa's involvement in school. Seeing the "easiness" with which he crossed it all out for something completely irrelevant from Minase's point of view, rejecting Minase in the process, must have been a difficult experience for him. Because although in Hirukawa's belief he is "saving" Minase from himself, in reality he hurts Minase who thinks he is not worth fighting for. Something like this creates fear in Minase, that there will always be someone for whom Hirukawa will consider worthy of destroying his (and by extension Minase's) life. Minase's reaction, how first shocked, then defeated and hurt he is, rather than angry, shows that he might have such feelings, even subconsciously.
This also perfectly shows how "noble sacrifice", combined with low self-esteem, is destructive for everyone. Like thinking that since you are a "trash" anyway, why bother trying, that you don't deserve anything good in life, someone good in life, so it's better to let it go, instead of fighting for it. And it doesn't help anyone at all, it doesn't save anyone, and it actually causes pain and destruction. Because although in Hirukawa's opinion he is "saving" Minase from himself, in reality he hurts Minase who thinks he is not worth fighting for.
The worst thing is that Hirukawa is too young to understand himself and has no one around him to tell him that he is not responsible for the actions of other people, especially adults. And that adult problems are their problems that they themselves should solve. And I really can't even be mad at all of this, because I've literally seen situations like this in real life, I've seen people ruin their lives out of some sick sense of responsibility for people who are completely unworthy of it, who never paid back in the same way - or any good way, instead making things worse. I've seen people ruin their lives for people who are unworthy of it, who could live a good life with someone valuable, good for them. This is actually a very real life situation, which doesn't change the fact that it's still very frustrating, incomprehensible and painful. It's also a very realistically shown long-term effect of domestic violence and child abandonment. Contrary to what Hirukawa (and Minase) think, that somehow he can cope, that it is "fine", that he just have to endure it, that it is all under control... while it affects every aspect of his life.
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Y/N: Okay, but if your not gay then why are you always holding my hand and kissing me and telling me I’m your partner? Hina: Dude- Its satire! Y/N: THAT'S NOT WHAT SATIRE MEANS!
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Y/N: The stars are so beautiful… Kyoko: They're just giant balls of gas. Y/N: You know what, if you're just going to ruin this, then- Kyoko: And yet none of them are as huge as my love for you. Y/N: Oh…
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Y/N: Having two partners is both amazing and complicated. But all our problems are solved with communication. Celeste: It's my turn to cuddle Kyoko. Y/N: FIVE MORE MINUTES DAMMIT!
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Y/N: I have feelings for you. Toko: Why? What's wrong with you? Are you sure you're okay?
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Sayaka: Being gay is a constant battle between "I wish to sit on a window bench with my lover, our legs tangling as we listen to the birds" and "Hey, let's go throw rocks at fascists" and I think that's very sexy of us. Y/N: If the window's open and you time it right, you can do both.
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Hina: If I fall… Sakura: I’ll be there to catch you. Y/N: watches these two interactions Y/N, to Celeste: And if I fall? Celeste: I’ll be the one who pushed you.
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Hina: Why are your tongues purple? Toko: We had slushies. I had a blue one. Y/N: I had a red one. Hina: oh. Hina: Hina: OH. Sayaka: Sayaka: You drank each others slushies?
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Y/N: Pfft, you should meet Toko, she's such a tsundere. Kyoko: She… she just stabbed you. Y/N: Oh that's her murderous side
Kyoko:..
Y/N: Isn't she so cute 🥹
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Toko: I didn't drink that much last night. Hina: You were flirting with Y/N. Toko: So what? They're my partner. Hina: You asked if they were single. Hina: You cried when they said they weren't.
Hina: Then you sneezed and Jill came out
Toko:...did she-
Hina: Yes. You did kill the guy who was flirting with them.
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Celeste: Relationships should be 50/50. Y/N cooks us dinner while I sit on the kitchen counter looking pretty.
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Hina: So, how long have you and Y/N been together? Toko: No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Y/N and I are not together. No. No. Y/N: Really? Sixteen ‘nos’? Really?
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Jill: Wait, what's going on? Are we all talking about how hot Y/N is? Because Y/N is a straight up sexual fox riding a red-hot nuclear bombshell right toward the yowza plaza in the heart of Babe City, Assachusetts, U S A. The last A just stands for more ass.
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Y/N: Crushes are the worst. Whenever I’m near mine, I start acting stupid. Kyoko: You always act stupid. Kyoko: Kyoko: Wait…
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Celeste: Why is Y/N crying on the floor? Hina: They're drunk. Celeste: And? Hina: They saw a picture of Sayaka's partner. Celeste: But they're Sayaka's partner. Hina: I know.
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Y/N: Wow, Celeste, you want to hold my hand before marriage? How awfully lewd of you. Celeste: We literally slept together yesterday. Y/N: That's NOTHING compared to the lewdness of holding hands.
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Hina: I'm trash. Y/N: As someone who's environmentally conscious, it's my duty to pick you up. Does 7 work for you? Hina: Hina: You smooth motherfucker. Hina: And yes it does.
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Sayaka: Hey, Y/N, are you free on Friday? Like around eight? Y/N: Yeah. Sayaka: And you, Toko? Toko: Umm… yes? Sayaka: Great! Because I'm not. You two go out without me. Enjoy your date! Toko: Did they just-
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Ellis Twilight: Chapter 3
Chapter 2
Ellis: ...Bodyguards?
During breakfast, Victor informed me of my unexpected first assignment as a "Fairytale Keeper."
Victor: Yes! By having Jude and Ellis protect Kate, our secrets will be kept safe.
Victor: Kate can observe Ellis and Jude up close and record their observations...
Victor: It's a two-birds-with-one-stone plan, fulfilling your duty as a Fairytale Keeper!
Victor: What do you think, Ellis?
Ellis: If Kate is okay with it, I'm fine with it.
Ellis: There's no guarantee that what happened yesterday won't happen again... I want to be by Kate's side.
Victor smiles at Ellis' response and then turns his gaze to Jude.
Victor: Of course, Jude will also take responsibility, right? You hate being indebted to others, don't you?
Jude: Tch...
(I think it would be reassuring to be near Ellis, but...)
Since just being with Ellis led to me being mistaken for "Jude's woman" and targeted... I can't help but be wary of Jude.
Jude: Don't cry like a baby if ya get scared, princess.
(I'm scared... but Victor gave us a good suggestion, so I can't be weak here.)
Kate: It's okay, I'm surprisingly resilient!
Jude: ... Ha.
He scoffed at my best attempt at a smile and looked back down at the newspaper.
Ellis: Well, it's settled then. Nice to meet you, Kate.
Kate: Yes, nice to meet you too.
I smiled at Ellis too, and unlike Jude, he returned a gentle smile.
Ellis: By the way, you can speak more casually.
Kate: Huh...?
Ellis: Just 'Yeah, nice to meet you' is fine.
Kate: Y-yeah... nice to meet you.
Ellis: Yeah, that's good.
I was soothed by the warm atmosphere Ellis exuded...
Victor: Now that we've come to an agreement, it's time for your mission.
Victor's words made me straighten my back.
(This is my first real assignment as a "Fairytale Keeper.")
The first impression is crucial to gaining trust, so I need to be focused.
Victor: –Actually, I'd like you to gather some information.
Victor: About the kidnapping cases happening all over London.
Kate: A kidnapping... case?
The alarming word brought back the tension I felt when I first met the members of "Crown."
Victor: Yes. The victims are of various ages. From toddlers to teenagers, even adults.
Victor: The common thread is that the adults are often prostitutes or street performers.
Victor: A popular singer from the tavern has also disappeared... Many of these people don't have a fixed address.
Jude: The victims are nobodies, and since they're homeless, no one files missin' person reports for them.
Jude: So, as usual, the police don't do anythin' about it.
Sadly, Jude is right. People who work in the red-light district are looked down upon.
Behind the glamorous facade, they're treated like trash.
Victor: That being said...
Victor: There's an art fair happening in London right now, and I know performers are gathering there.
Kate: Yes. It's not as busy as the social season, but it's still quite lively.
Victor: I want Jude and Ellis to go there and gather information.
Victor: As rootless as they are, they have unexpected connections.
Jude: Why do I have ta go? It's such a pointless mission.
Victor: It might be related to the human trafficking ring you took down in your private time the other day.
Victor: You're already on board, aren't you? Besides...I heard today was your first day off in a while.
It seemed that Victor wouldn't have known this information unless someone had told him, and Jude glared at the person next to him.
Jude: ...Ellis.
Ellis: I was asked, so I answered honestly. Sorry.
(Maybe the power balance between these two is more equal than I thought...)
Victor: So, off you go!
Sent off by Victor's overwhelmingly cheerful voice, we headed off to our mission.
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(It's even more lively than usual...!)
The aroma of appetizing food wafted from the colorful stalls lined up at the art fair.
It wasn't just the food that entertained people. There were people painting on the streets and others performing street performances on a large stage set up on the corner. Walking around, I was almost overwhelmed by the lively and fun atmosphere.
(No, I can't get completely excited... I need to focus on the mission.)
(That's right, I should ask them now.)
Kate: Ellis, Jude. Can you tell me about your curses?
Ellis: Didn't we talk about that already?
Ellis: I have the "Thorn" curse, and Jude has the "13th Wizard" curse.
Ellis: They're curses based on the motif of "Sleeping Beauty."
(The curse of thorns and the curse of the wizard...)
The wizard is a villain who resents not being invited to the princess's birthday and tries to kill her with a curse.
(I can kind of understand the wizard's guilt, but...)
(What is the "Thorn's" guilt?)
As I was thinking, Jude stopped abruptly and turned around languidly.
Jude: There's no need for the three o' us to stick together. Ya two can gatha' information on yer own.
Ellis: But what about protecting Kate?
Jude: Ya alone are enough.
With that, he quickly disappeared into the crowd.
Kate: ...Does he dislike me, by any chance?
Ellis: He's like that with everyone, so I don't think he dislikes you.
Ellis: Maybe it's to prevent Kate from being put in danger if we're seen together again.
(Hmm, I don't think that's it...)
I quietly swallow the words that were about to escape my lips.
Kate: ...If that's the case, he's quite a kind person, isn't he?
Ellis: I wouldn't say kind. He loves to torment people he dislikes and hear them scream.
Kate: ..............
(The fact that I can imagine it is scary...)
He's the complete opposite of Ellis, who showers everyone he meets with kindness.
As if to prove this, after parting with Jude, Ellis was greeted from all sides.
Red-Faced Man: Hey, you! Thanks for taking care of me the other day!
Ellis: You're welcome. Don't drink too much today.
Kate: Who was that...?
Ellis: Someone I found passed out drunk on the street. I carried him home on my back. I don't know his name.
Kate: What?!
(He carried a stranger home and even took care of him?)
But that wasn't all that surprised me.
Carpenter: Thanks to Ellis introducing me to people, my business is finally taking off!
Cat: Meow!
Ellis: You're welcome.
(Even a cat is thanking him...?!)
(And to be thanked by so many people just passing by...)
It's clear how many good deeds Ellis must do on a regular basis.
Kate: You're more well-known than me, a mail carrier...!
Ellis: Really? I think it's normal.
He smiles happily at the people smiling back at him.
(I'm sure what he did for me yesterday is just a normal thing for him.)
He can't help but lend a hand to anyone in need.
A person who spreads happiness.
Watching Ellis happily converse with the townspeople, those words come to mind.
(Does such a person have any "sins" that I should record...?)
(And besides that--)
(Why is such a kind person working for an assassination organization, or for someone like Jude?)
Even though I've witnessed his kindness firsthand... The sudden question stirs up unease in my chest.
Ellis: Kate? Kate?
Kate: ...Ah, sorry! I was lost in thought.
I realize that Ellis, with his head tilted, is peering at my face from up close...
Ellis: Were you thinking about me?
Kate: ...Wha-?!
My heart races as our eyes meet, our eyelashes almost touching, like lovers gazing into each other's souls.
(Ellis doesn't seem to realize it... but I feel like he's too close.)
It was the same as the morning after I was brought to the Crown Mansion, when he visited my room.
This is the second time his amber eyes have been this close, and I feel heat rising to my cheeks as I look away.
Ellis: Ah, I was right.
Kate: How did you know?
Ellis: Hmm... I just had a feeling?
Ellis smiles and hands me a steaming mug.
Ellis: Here, I got this milk tea from the shop while you were thinking about me.
Ellis: It's a thank you for helping me with deliveries the other day.
(...Ellis, you're amazing...)
Ellis lowers his long eyelashes and blows on the milk tea before taking a sip.
Ellis: If you have any questions, feel free to ask.
Kate: ...Okay.
Ellis: You mean "yes," right?
Kate: ...Why are you with Crown, Ellis?
Ellis: I guess because Victor recruited Jude, and Jude agreed?
(So, Ellis joined because Jude joined...?)
Kate: Why are you with Jude?
Ellis: You have a lot of questions.
Ellis chuckles and wraps his hands around the mug.
Ellis: Before I met Jude, I was living a nomadic life, moving from place to place.
Ellis: I happened to meet Jude when I came to London.
Ellis: We made a promise after a series of events.
Kate: A promise...?
Ellis: I work for Jude, and in return, he'll grant me a wish.
Ellis: That's why... we're together until then.
A premonition that something might happen if I keep asking questions makes my heart race.
Kate: What's your wish, Ellis...?
Ellis: That's--
Flashy Performer: What?!
(Huh...?!)
Startled by the loud voice, I look over to see that we're behind a makeshift stage, where a performer is scratching his head in distress.
Flashy Performer: Both of them can't make it... This is a problem...!
(Both of them can't make it... Performers... Could it be?)
Kate: Ellis.
Ellis: ...Yeah.
-–“The common thread in the kidnapping cases is that the victims are often prostitutes or street performers.”
We exchanged glances and headed towards the troubled-looking performer.
Kate: Excuse me...
Flashy Performer: Hmm? Ah, sorry ladies, but my show starts in 10 minutes!
Ellis: We were just told two of your fellow performers can't make it...
Flashy Performer: Yeah, the guys I was supposed to perform with have gone missing.
Performer with Fancy Hat: Geez, how many is that now...? Things have been weird lately.
(Missing... and more than one person)
(Maybe we can learn something if we talk to him.)
Ellis: If you don't mind, we'd like to hear more about that.
Performer with Fancy Hat: Sorry, but I don't have time for that right now! I need to come up with a performance I can do by myself.
He waved us off dismissively, but then, as if struck by a thought, he stared intently at our faces once more.
Performer with Fancy Hat: Well, if you guys are willing to help me out with my stage performance, that's a different story.
Performer with Fancy Hat: Haha! Just kidding. Even though I'm short on help, I wouldn't involve amateurs.
He shook his head as if to say it was a momentary lapse of judgment, and Ellis approached him cheerfully.
Ellis: Help, you say? What do we need to do?
Performer with Fancy Hat: Haha! What, are you interested? I was just joking.
Ellis: But if we help you, you'll tell us more about it, right?
Performer with Fancy Hat: ... What, you guys have a hidden agenda?
He stared at us, his kind face contorted in confusion.
Performer with Fancy Hat: But you know, selling out my friends is a pretty risky business.
Performer with Fancy Hat: I don't have any guarantee that you guys don't have bad intentions. After all, this is our first time meeting.
Kate: What can we do to earn your trust?
Performer with Fancy Hat: Let me think...
Performer with Fancy Hat: If you're willing to be my target for knife throwing, or be tied up and submerged in a water tank without complaint...
Performer with Fancy Hat: I might just trust you.
(A target for knife throwing...!? )
Ellis: Sure, I'm good at that sort of thing.
Unlike me, who was bewildered, Ellis was not intimidated and continued the negotiation.
(As expected of someone who has been on business trips with Jude, he is used to this kind of situation...)
I thought the negotiation was settled with Ellis cooperating with the show, but reality wasn't that sweet.
Performer with Fancy Hat: Tsk tsk tsk... It's not enough with just you. The lady over there needs to cooperate too.
Kate: Huh...!?
Ellis: ...Why?
Performer with Fancy Hat: For the performance, of course!
Performer with Fancy Hat: A tragic separation of lovers, followed by a moving finale! It's sure to get a big cheer.
(...Knife throwing... Tied up in a water tank...)
Ellis peered at me worriedly as I turned pale.
Ellis: Kate, you don't have to push yourself.
(Victor used to throw knives at him, so Ellis will probably be fine.)
I could never imitate his extraordinary physical abilities, but... whether or not we get information from this man depends on me.
(At this point, I have no choice but to trust Ellis and this performer...)
Kate: Alright, I'll cooperate.
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Chapter 4
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Long Live the King
Chapter 11: Returning Home
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When the sun comes up the next day- it seems after doing their duties that everyone had fallen asleep at one point. For long enough for everyone to be awaken by the sound of something ruffling through their bags. That area is shrouded in shadows- so its hard to make out what the thing is. It looks like it could be humanoid... it turns as it hears people rising up and its pupils are reflective, slightly glowing in the dim light of the forest like some kind of animal.
Jackie wakes up first. He sees the creature and gasps, grabbing his swords which are nearby even when he sleeps. "Hey!"
The shout wakes everyone else up.
Marvin bolts upright and pulls some light from his amulet, shining it on the humanoid figure.
The creature jumps and scrambles back at the shout - then seems to hiss as the light hits it.
Bro scrambles to sit up and grabs his sword, looking around frantically.
Jackieboy grabs his knife- then sees who the light is hitting and snorts, going to roll over sleepily. "Ah itsjus' Alt-"
It is Alt. He's been caught red-handed. He's holding a bit of food in his good hand, his mouth filled with half chewed food. He looks like a raccoon that got caught raiding a trash can. He swallows quickly, his face red, "...S-sorry i was really hungry- didn't wanna wake you-"
"ALT!!" Henny yells in excitement and hurries over to hug him, "Oh you are awake and alright!! I am so relieved!"
"Ahhh! Henny! ow- careful!" Alt squirms then weakly glitches out of the hug. He looks a bit faint after doing that but he does smile sheepishly at the others.
Jackie relaxes. "Elders and Sisters, Alt, you scared us. Since when do your eyes glow like that?"
"They're not really glowing, they're reflecting light," Marvin says. "Like a cat. Or some other nocturnal animal. I'm sure they did it before, we just didn't notice."
Alt grumbles as he finishes the last thing he stole, "They've done this since Mag turned me into a tiger for a month-"
"It scares me at home too sometimes," Bro laughs.
Alt pouts then he slowly laughs too, "Sometimes i look in the mirror and scare myself.”
Chase laughs. "We're glad that you're okay, Alt. So glad. But... really, you could have woken us up."
Alt fidgets with his clothes- really missing his masks. He hadn't, being with the King but now- the eyes on him are a bit much. "...you all were sleeping so peacefully and after yesterday... i didn't expect you to wake up so soon..."
"I'm a light sleeper," Jackie says. "It's the warrior training. You have to be ready for whenever."
"And Jackie is loud enough to wake anyone up," Henrik adds jokingly.
You need food for your recovery, don't you? Jameson asks. That would explain... this. He indicates the whole situation with the food bag.
Alt looks to Jameson and smiles, "Uh yeah that- and also .... I was just really really hungry..."
"How are you feeling?" Henrik asks.
Alt looks back at Henrik and laughs, "still not the best but... at least I'm awake. It'll probably take a bit for my magic to get back up... and you know- my arm and chest still hurt." He then panics slightly and looks around, "Wait where are-?!" Alt spots a furry face pop up from where the King is still tied up and Mag glares at Alt and hisses- even if he can't hear it. Alt's eyes widen in surprise. "...holy shit.... i... i actually managed to do that???"
The others follow Alt's gaze to Magnificent and Aneirin. "Y-yea... you don't remember?" Marvin asks. "I suppose you were really low on energy, after all... You said it was temporary."
Alt shudders as he meets the King's eye and quickly looks away. He laughs, shaking his head, "Honestly? A-After seeing Jack I... kinda thought everything afterwards was a dream..." He grips at his bad arm gently and swallows.
Henny sees the slight distress on Alt's face and goes to sit by him, lightly touching his knee. "Hey stürmisch... you did that for a good reason. You are not like him."
Alt closes his eyes shut tightly for a second, but quickly opens them back up and nods. "Y-Yeah..."
"The other me is right, Alt," Henrik whispers. "You are different."
Alt blinks at Henrik's whispers and then his face softens. He smiles, "... thanks. ...I need to hear that sometimes."
Aneirin opens one eye--he was sleeping just as soundly as the others--and glares at Alt.
"Don't worry about him... too much," Chase says. "Marvin silenced him so he can't use commands. And I think it's hard to cast spells when you're tied up."
Alt glances back at the King and can't help but shudder more. "... what can we do about the King...? The second we let him go h-he'll..."
"We, um..." Jackie coughs. "I know this isn't really the honorable thing to do, but... we sort of decided to just leave him here."
"... no no that's... that's good. Fuck him." Alt mutters, glaring at the King. "... He can stand to rot here for a bit."
He'll get out eventually, Jameson says. So don't worry about J-A-C-K. He spells out the name. Clearly, he's not familiar enough with the true King to give him a name sign.
"I think the Wyldwood is too afraid of him to do anything, honestly," Marvin mutters.
"We'll be back for him," Chase says quietly. He looks uncertain about this course of action, but doesn't protest it.
"Alt, how is your memory?" Dr. J asks quietly.
"Oh- it's back." Alt says simply.
Jackieboy stops pretending to sleep and sits up, his hair all fluffed up wildly, "WHAT?! Just like that??"
The fantasy guys laugh at how blunt Alt is.
Alt laughs then shrugs, "I dunno how- All I know that when I was with Jack... I wasn't confused about our world anymore." He hums in thought and looks up, "Maybe it's cuz I went through the King's mind- who already knew mine. And being there just... fixed the gaps. Or- maybe the Elders helped more than I thought, it just came slower." He shrugs again, "All I know is- I'm back. No more confusion- no more weird-ass knight talk."
"No, that would make sense, actually," Chase says. "In one of my dream conversations with Jack, he said that he learned how to use his enchanter powers to help people who are going through tough times. Like... help ease their heightened emotions, a-and treat the mind like how doctors treat the body. Sort of like what JJ does, actually, now that I think about it." He nods at JJ.
JJ looks beyond flattered. He holds onto his watch- seeming to be comtemplating something. Henny brings him into a side hug.
"So while you were in there, Jack was able to finish what the Elders started, I suppose," Jackie sums up.
Alt smiles, "Yeah... that sounds about right. A joint effort." He looks at Aneirin with a neutral expression before turning to the others, "...He's gonna be a great King someday."
"I think so too," Chase agrees.
Aneirin's expression twists into something ugly and he looks away from the others. Magnificent bares his fangs at the others.
"I suppose we have to bring Magnificent with us, if we're going to move," Marvin says.
Alt makes a face. "I mean... I'm sure I got some kind of spell to... I dunno- make a cage for him?"
"Like we're bringing him to the vet?" Bro laughs. Alt laughs too.
"Are we going to move?" Marvin asks the others.
"Well not right away," Chase says. "It's still fairly dark."
"And yet, we're awake," Jackie points out.
If we're all awake we might as well eat, Jameson says.
Henny brightens up and claps his hands together, "Yes! Let us eat! We can finally all enjoy a meal together like we wanted!!"
Jackie grins. "Alright, everyone gets their own food, then. Try not to touch the fruit unless you have to. And I don't think Alt should have any, given he had two in such a short time frame."
Alt pouts at being told he can't have the fruit but then sighs, "Yeah- that's fair. Though... I'm okay, I think."
"You know, it's strange, these fruits that the others cut into haven't wilted around the cuts at all," Chase mutters. "That's not normal."
"We're in the Wyldwood, nothing is normal," Marvin says. "And Alt? If you don't have a spell like that, I do."
"Why do you have a spell to carry cats in bags?" Henrik asks.
Marvin picks up Draco. "Because when I first got a familiar I thought it would be helpful to carry him everywhere. Didn't realize that he would follow me wherever unless I ordered him not to. But that could be his fault, since he wanders around so much."
Alt grins and laughs, nodding to Marvin, "Brilliant. Maybe I should learn something like that for Glitches-"
"She already gets in your backpack just fine, though-" Bro comments, getting to his feet.
"...touché-" Alt giggles then slowly blushes, looking down at the food, "...I hope I left enough... I didn't try to eat too much."
"IIIII don't think you need to worry about that," Jackie says, pulling out two fruits--five fruits--ten fruits.
When did you grab that much?! Jameson asks, surprised.
Jackie shrugs. "I thought they would come in handy."
Jackieboy bursts into laughter. "That was a smart move! Toss me one?" Henny and Dr. J giggle too. Bro shakes his head with a smile.
Jackie grins and tosses Jackieboy one of the fruits. "I advise not eating it down to the pit, apparently that will make you feverish. And it looks like the fruit won't rot quickly so we don't have to worry about that."
Jackieboy grins and goes to spit his fruit in half, giving the other half to Bro. Henny soon does the same and shares some with Dr. J.
"Is your Ghlishes alright, Alt?" Marvin asks. "You didn't leave her suddenly like last time, did you?"
Alt blinks at Marvin and then smiles. "She's okay. We prepared this time. She's being watched by some of our friends- same with Henny's dog."
"Don't lie Alt! You can say that your booooyfriend is watching them!" Jackieboy shouts.
Alt turns bright red, and then yells back at him. "I'm not lying! Jack was also helping! And Stacy too! Why don't you tease Chase about that huh?!"
"Cuz he doesn't get as embarrassed as you!" Jackieboy grins.
Henrik rolls his eyes at Jackieboy's teasing. "That teasing attitude goes beyond worlds, it seems," he mutters. "Alt, they were all acting the same way about me and my partner Vsevna on our way here."
"Oh yeaaaaa, Alt never met Vsevna!" Jackie gasps. "He never saw how red your face gets around him!"
"See?" Henrik says.
"Vsevna should have come with us," Chase says. "His expertise might've come in handy... and he would've cheered Henrik up right away."
"See?" Henrik rolls his eyes.
Alt blinks and then brightens up, "Oh! I remember- they were teasing us both so much last time! you got together with your crush too?" He seems genuinely happy to hear Henrik say he has a partner. "If we can, I would love to meet him. And I won't tease ya- promise." He grins.
Henrik chuckles. "I think he would like you. He would at least be very interested in your ghlishing. But for now, we have to continue into the Wyldwood."
"Alt doesn't know about that, I think," Jackie says.
"Oh. Right." Chase nods. "We came into the Wyldwood to find you, but we also came here on a... quest, I guess. The Horned Elder One has guided us here. Apparently there's something that could help with..." He glances at Aneirin, still tied up. "I don't want to be too detailed right now, but it will help with the possession if we see it."
Alt tilts his head and then looks back at the King too. He frowns, then lowers his voice to a whisper, "... don't you think he'll try to stop you? You're right- he won't stay trapped there forever if we leave him. But... I think he'd also hunt you all down through the woods to find this place. If he knows this could lead to his downfall- he'll be hot on your trial the second he can be." He then thinks, "I mean... if the Horned Elder is helping... then maybe but... I don't know. Don't you guys think its too risky to go looking for this while the King is still in the Wyldwood? The only other way I can see that working is if we can somehow get him back to Suilthair but... I-I know how far away that is now..."
"It's very far," Marvin confirms. "Most magic doorways couldn't reach there. In fact, no doorways are supposed to, but we have seen the King summon large doorways across vast distances."
Chase hesitates. "I... you have a point... But what? Are we supposed to drag him to our camp?"
"I don't think the camp would be prepared for him," Jackie mutters. "We weren't expecting to keep prisoners there, much less prisoners who can influence people's minds."
His range extends to all of Suilthair, if he gets even near the camp he would be able to change people's attitudes and such, Jameson says, making sure the King can't see his hands.
"Ugh. It's difficult," Jackie says. "There are..." Henrik hesitates. "You can adjust the recipes for pain relief tonics to make tonics that will keep people asleep, or unable to move. But I do not have supplies for that with me. We would have to take him back to camp for that."
Aneirin tilts his head, keeping his face still. He can't quite hear what they're saying with how they're all mumbling, but they're clearly discussing him. Hmm…
"No you're right we can't take him back to camp," Bro says gravelly, "We'd risk him getting the other phantoms..."
Alt shudders at this thought. "Ugh- I should have tried to turn that fucker into a cat too-" Alt growls. "There's gotta be some kind of spell I can use... but I'm still kinda drained."
"I know this sounds messed up but- what if we just like- break his legs?" Jackieboy suggests.
"Jackie!" Dr. J gasps, horrified.
"What?? Then he couldn't chase after you! He's still human... ish. Spirit piloting a human but- still human. Like Mag- if we broke his legs then-"
"Dude, even if he's evil that's not cool-" Bro says, shaking his head. "Feel like that goes against- a hero oath or something. Plus- that's still someone's body. Jack would have to deal with that."
Marvin raises his eyebrows, looking like he's considering Jackieboy's suggestion. Chase leans over and punches him in the arm. "Ow! What the fuck?!"
"Bro is right, we can't do that to Jack," Chase says. "It feels like... like we're getting close to that vision coming true. Which means that the spirit might be pushed out soon. And then Jack would be left with that."
Not to mention that the King was physically fine in my vision, Jameson says. Changing that might prevent it from coming true. And I haven't seen any other way of defeating him.
"We should not try to alter the future that way," Henny says with a nod to Jameson. "And... kindness gets repaid back. Even if that awful spirit does not deserve it... it is kind to Jack. Who needs that kindness."
"yeah yeah-" Jackieboy grumbles.
"So we're really just going to leave him," Jackie mutters. "Well. If there's anything we can do to delay him, we should do it."
"What? Is leaving him tied to a tree and without any weapons not enough to delay him?" Henrik drawls.
"I dunno... he's scarily powerful," Alt mutters, gripping his arm. "I have no doubt he can just- lightning himself free or something. I dunno why he hasn't yet in all honesty."
"Oh!" Marvin suddenly perks up. "I forgot to mention this last night. But I searched the King's belongings while he was knocked out and I was tying him up. And look at this." He reaches into his bag and pulls out... a white mask in the shape of a cat's face. But not just any cat. One with stripes.
The other swaps gasp in delight at seeing the mask but it takes Alt a second to look. But, when he does his eyes widen and he goes to gently take the mask from Marvin. He feels tears in his eyes and he laughs, "...I... I thought he left it back in Suilthair...! I... I never thought I'd see it again..."
Marvin smiles a bit. "I'm surprised he took it with him as well. I can only guess that he wanted to be sure it wouldn't somehow find its way back to you."
He loves to be in control, Jameson says. I agree, the only way he could have felt sure that you wouldn't see it was to keep it on him, out of sight. He chuckles silently. Of course, that was deflected to him.
"As all his plans will be eventually," Henrik agrees.
Alt runs his thumbs over the mask, smiling wetly. "Yeah I guess... It would have given me my memories back..."
"As for why he hasn't, uh, 'lightning himself' free yet," Marvin continues. "Even his power, strange as it is, needs to recharge. He must be running low."
Aneirin glares at Marvin as he says this--not willing to admit how right his guess is.
Alt pauses, feeling the weight of all the days stuck under their control fall on him again. He shuts his eyes and curls up, hugging the mask to his chest.
"...Alt? Are you okay?" Dr. J asks.
Alt nods, "Y-Yeah m'fine... just... n-need a minute..."
Bro watches this and can already guess what his brother is feeling. He walks over then plops down next to Alt, opening his arm behind him. Alt is still for a moment before falling slightly against Bro- and the older brother wraps him up in a one armed hug.
The fantasy guys stay quiet, for their part. This feels like a private moment. Jameson is the first to speak.
It's... difficult, he says. I know. But you have your friends, Alt.
Jackie nods. "And us, if you need us."
Alt looks up with red-rimmed eyes and nods, "I know... it just... sucks. I lost days just... being the little thing they pushed around." He laughs bitterly, "...I was so excited to come back here and just... got dealt this shit..."
Bro feels for Alt and leans his head against his, "... we had hoped things would be better when we got here... but it wasn't. And we didn't think Mag would know..." He looks angry as he glares at the King and Mag, "... but it wasn't fair what they did to you."
"They will both get what they deserve, Alt," Henny says quietly.
"We won't let our bastard get away with anything for much longer," Jackie promises. "And your bastard--well, he's a cat for now. Even if it's temporary, that's something he deserves."
Alt laughs, "Yeah. It is." He glares at Mag, "I'd keep him trapped for a whole month if I could. Maybe longer."
People like them never win in the end, Jameson says. I know it's hard to remember that. But it's true. And it's not your fault that you got pushed around like that. It's hard enough to resist the King on his own, much less combined with someone else. Trust me, I know.
Marvin puts a hand on Jameson's shoulder supportively. With his other, he nudges Draco towards Alt. The cat looks at him, comically annoyed, but walks over as he suggested. Clearly, Marvin's picked up that fluffy cats are good for comfort.
Alt listens to Jameson and looks at him sympathetically. He smiles sadly. "... it's the same way with Mag. A-At least... for me." He pulls up his sleeve to hide his purple marks on his wrist. Bro hugs Alt tighter.
Speaking of Mag though- while everyone is distracted with Alt, Mag has pushed himself up and is studying the rope tying up Aneirin. He reaches up and tries to see if he can cut through. But, it's way too thick- and it seems like Mag gets scared of pulling out his claws. His tail flicks in annoyance as he curses Alt over and over in his head, angrily stomping around and then tearing at the ground to get out his anger.
Aneirin watches Mag try, curious. He nods, acknowledging his effort. Not thanking him. Totally not thanking him. He doesn't thank people. Not genuinely like this would be.
Mag snorts and watches the King for a second before nodding himself then plopping back to the ground, tail flicking in anger. Not much else he can do.
Alt blinks as Draco approaches him then smiles and offers him his hand to sniff.
Draco sniffs Alt's hand, then curls up against him.
"If you ask me... I think that Magnificent is a little afraid of you, Alt," Marvin says, keeping his voice too quiet for the temporarily-feline magician to hear. "I mean, look at what you can do when you set your mind to it. That thunderbird form of yours is powerful, and your normal form isn't too far behind, from my perspective. He wants to control you so that you won't turn against him. And he seems the type to turn fear into anger."
Alt blinks in surprise and then chuckles, “…I always wondered if that might be the case…”
Dr. J nods, “He is the type to act out in anger, especially when afraid. I think it might be one of the only emotions he can still feel.”
Henrik raises an eyebrow. "Are you sure about all this, Marvin?"
"No. But I am him, in some way, aren't I?" Marvin pauses, not wanting to share too much. "I don't think Magnificent would admit it to himself. But if I was him, that's how I would be feeling."
“Even if he was Marvin once, you are not Magnificent.” Jackieboy says firmly to Marvin. “You’re nothing like him. Just like Alt is nothing like that fucking bastard King. And I would know.” He does smile a bit, though it is somewhat sad. “…you remind me of what he once was. When he was good.”
Marvin blinks. “Hah. Thank you.” He smiles a little. “Glad to hear someone thinks I’m good.”
Jackie glances at him. “Just because you were a bastard for a while doesn’t mean I never thought you weren’t good.”
“You sure?” Henrik mutters.
“This isn’t the time, Schneep.”
“Alt was a bit of a bastard too- but he’s a good guy- even if he doesn’t believe it sometimes.” Jackie says with a smile.
Alt flushes and looks away, hiding his face behind his mask without putting it on.
"Even if that's not true about Magnificent, I think you could be stronger than him, Alt," Chase says. "With practice, you know?"
Alt’s eyes burn with determination, gripping his hands into fists. “One day, I will be stronger than him. I’m gonna make sure I am.”
I believe in you, Alt, Jameson says, smiling. You’re very strong and determined.
Alt smiles, “…thanks.”
Bro sighs and looks around at everyone, “So what’s the plan? We gotta find a way to make sure that bastard doesn’t follow you.”
Alt thinks on this and then perks up and looks around for his bag. He pulls out a couple orange berries. “…the King told me these sap your energy… do you think we might be able to use them somehow…?”
“…maybe?” Marvin says slowly.
“That sounds good in idea, but I don’t think it’ll be easy,” Jackie adds. “He’s likely to bite our fingers off if we try feeding him.”
Aneirin is glaring at them in a way that suggests he absolutely would.
“I don’t wanna get bitten by a mad king- pretty sure that’s how like- werewolves are made,” Jackieboy half jokes. “Nobody wants to become a were-bastard.”
“Right-“ Alt chuckles, “Guess it wouldn’t be easy to make like- a sleep potion from unknown magic fruit-“
“We’ll try,” Chase says. “That sounds better than just waiting for him to follow.”
“If we are going to do something like that, we should take care of Magnificent first,” Henrik says. “He seems protective of the King. Have you ever seen a cat honestly try to fight a person? Scratches everywhere.”
The swaps all glance at Magnificent, who’s staring at them with furious eyes and a lashing tail.
“Oh! I think I can help!” Henny says, grabbing his recovered pocket watch, “Now that he is smaller- I think it will be easier for me to pause him! That way you can do the spell to get him trapped!”
Marvin grins. "If you think you can, you can try whenever you want." He grabs his amulet, its glow increasing. "I'll react as soon as you do."
Henny grins and then gets to his feet. He heads over to Mag and then smirks, his eyes glowing teal. "Do not worry, Magnificent! This will not hurt a bit~" He then waves a hand over Mag. Mag tries to react but the spell catches him in mid rage, his mouth open in an almost comical yowl.
Marvin reacts quickly, flinging his magic at the frozen Magnificent. Light wraps around him, forming an outline of a box. It then solidifies into something that looks a lot like a modern cat carrier, just made of different materials. White canvas covers a wireframe box, with mesh windows on the sides and top to see inside. The bottom is solid wood with soft fabric on the inside, and there are two cloth handles. Marvin lets out a breath. “Glad I could remember the spell,” he says.
Henny flips up his hand to un-pause Mag. Mag looks around the makeshift box and then starts yowling in anger, battering against the box. Once Henny sees that he starts to spell up again. "Mein gott- calm yourself, katzchen!"
"Meanwhile... Maybe I could try something," Henrik says slowly. "Here, give me those fruit and berries. It will not change the problem of giving it to Aneirin, but at the very least, if we distill it, it might help. Water would be easier to give him than solid food."
Alt blinks and then grins, handing the berries to Henrik. "Here- lemme see if I got any spells saved that can help." He pats down his pockets and curses, "Right- fucking prick stole my things. Marvin, where's the King's shit? I think he has my phone-"
“What was it, Alt? Oh yes.” Marvin moves back over to his bag and starts pulling stuff out. The King’s circlet, the seax, and a small bag on a string. “Here, check in there.” Marvin tosses the bag to Alt. If he checks inside, he’ll see a handful of coins and colorful stones, a square of white cloth, a signet ring—and his phone and the TRVLR.
Alt catches the bag and grins, "Thanks dude." He looks inside and tilts his head at the white cloth. Wonder what that is?
Jackie also leans close and looks into the King’s bag. “Oh, a royal signet ring. A lot of money. And a handkerchief—oh. I think that’s used for wiping blades.”
"Ah that makes sense," Alt mumbles to Jackie as he explains. He's gotta focus on the task at hand though. He brightens as he sees his phone. And then exclaims as he sees the TRVLR, holding it out. "Oh yes!! I was wondering where they fucking kept this!"
Dr. J blinks, "Oh! The TRVLR!"
"Yes! I was worried fucking Mag did something else to it!" Alt grins. He holds both devices out and powers them up. The phone takes a second but is able to turn on, even if its like at 30%. He can't do much with it here anyways- but, he saved a bunch of his spell pages on his camera roll which he quickly looks through, searching for a spell.
Marvin picks up the cat box and brings it over to the rest of the group. Draco looks at Mag inside and paws at the mesh. It’s almost like he’s teasing him.
“Ooo, your devices!” Henrik says, leaning forward in interest. “That is your alphabet, yes? How strange. It is all so… regular. I hear that they are making devices for regular writing like that back in Alterde. Called, ah… pr-presses? Because they press in the letters?”
"Oh! Like a printing press!" Henny says excitedly, "I know of those!"
"Oh right- guess a lot of materials are still handwritten here." Dr. J muses.
Alt grins, "Yeah- we actually have machines now that write for us. In a sense- They make everything all even looking."
Indeed, everything is written still, Jameson says. It would be helpful to have something that could write for you. I would certainly love that.
Marvin chuckles. "Yes, that would make everything easy, wouldn't it, Jair?"
"Not to mention how expensive books are because of how long they take to make," Chase mutters. "I'd like to actually have one, one day."
"Oh- If only we could find a book written in your language. I would gladly bring you one," Dr. J says with a smile, "Books are quite affordable in our world."
"If only that memory spell made me and Alt fluent in Glasish," Bro snickers.
"I don't think your brain has room for all of that-" Jackieboy teases. Bro pushes him over and they both laugh.
After a bit Alt finds what he's looking for and grins, getting to his feet. "Okay- I dunno how well this will work on the King. But, considering Mag is a cat- we can at least stop him from freaking out." He kneels down by the box and then meets Mag's eyes. He waves a hand over the box and whispers "Codail".
Particles of blue-green magic fall into the box and after a quick sign for Henny to release the pause spell again, Mag falls over into a little ball, fast asleep.
"ah- thank you Alt, I was getting sore." Henny says.
"Sore?" Jackieboy raises an eyebrow.
"Yes! Using magic for a long period is... sore on the mind?" Henny makes a thinking face. "I do not know how else to phrase it."
The guys look impressed as Alt makes Mag fall asleep.
"That would be very helpful," Marvin says. "I wonder if I could learn a spell like that. And yes, Henny, I agree. Sore on the mind. Like holding up a weight for too long."
Alt grins, "I don't see why not! It's just a simple word spell for me- but I dunno, s'probably different here."
Jackie is looking at the King thoughtfully. "You know... we know that he can sleep, since Chase sees Jack in dreams," he says slowly. "So I don't know if the spirit will be affected, but maybe the body will be..." Aneirin's eyes widen slightly but he tries to keep his worry hidden.
At Jackie's thought, Alt looks back the King with an unreadable expression. "... He did need to sleep." His expression darkens as he starts to stride over to the King. He knew Mag would be too strong to be affected by a spell like this normally- but... Jack's body was human. "...Marvin- you might need to drop the silence spell."
Marvin looks at Alt, expression serious. "Alright. You should work fast, then, because he's going to try to command you as soon as he can." Aneirin sits up straight, eyes sharp.
Alt nods and in a blink, he's glitched right in front of the King. He acts fast, putting a hand over the King's mouth as magic blooms bright on the other. He looks to Marvin and nods.
Jackie notices what Alt and Marvin are doing. He stiffens, grabbing his sword just in case.
Marvin nods back. Glowing bits of white light flicker into vision in the area affected by the silence spell--and then as they disappear, sound rushes back.
Aneirin is immediately trying to speak, his voice muffled by Alt. There's a faint hint of enchantment but without understanding the words it can't do much.
Alt's eyes glow bright blue as he pushes the King's head back and then does the sleep spell again, growling out, "Codail." Probably with more malice then he should use but- just being near the King made his blood boil.
Aneirin's eyes flash with hatred--and then they close and he slumps against the tree. For a split second, Alt swears he hears a whispered {good luck} before the King falls asleep entirely.
The group pauses for a moment, tense, as Alt does this. And then when the King fall asleep they all breathe a collective sigh of relief and return to the conversation. Alt steps back from the King, breathing heavily for a second before he snorts and glitches back over to the others.
"Next time we see each other the visitors should plan to bring books," Henrik says. "I know there are lesson books for reading. I used them when learning Glasish back in home."
"Oh that would be brilliant!" Dr. J says, clapping his hands together.
”We could teach you English too!" Henny beams.
"I would love to learn your language," Henrik gushes. "I think I am very good at learning them."
Me too! Jameson says, grinning. Clearly I cannot speak it but I'd love to read it.
"English is complicated but! I think all of us would be good teachers!" Henny grins.
Dr. J smiles kindly, "We could also teach you our version of handspeak- me and Henrik use it often."
Henny nods, "The others learned for us too!"
"I remember when Bro appeared he tried to speak in hands to us, but we didn't understand it," Jackie says, chuckling. "It looked very strange."
"I thought it could be universal-" Bro says with slightly flushed cheeks. "Then again- hard to find anyone who knows it in our own world. Schools should really teach it more."
“I agree, more people should learn handspeak," Chase continues. "I learned it because Amabel wasn't learning to talk quickly so I thought that maybe physical speaking would help. She still uses it sometimes even though she can be very talkative now."
Dr. J smiles knowingly, "Ah... I was like that as a child. Maybe not in the same way- but I was non-verbal often. That's how I learned."
"All of that sounds fun," Chase says, smiling. "Learning doesn't usually seem fun to me, maybe being from different worlds makes it more interesting."
Jackieboy grins at Chase, "Dude- same. Never thought I'd have as much fun learning here as I did. S'probably cuz its just so different!"
Chase laughs. "Exactly. I didn't have nearly as much fun learning to read--no offense, Henrik."
"None taken." Henrik shrugs.
Alt seems almost- sad. Listening to the others talk about returning. ...he's not sure they can. Not if Mag would be doing everything he can to follow them. He can't risk something like this happening again... He gathers up the TRVLR and tries to check on its damages.
The TRVLR's screen flickers oddly for a second, a couple purple pixels at first, then a handful of red ones. But then it clears up.
WARNING
Latency Detected
This unit is having difficulty connecting to the universal database. This is for one or more of the following reasons:
-A Ripple is happening
-Current location is too far from unit's home universe -Current location does not have the technical capabilities of helping connection
Please take this into account when jumping.
It's the same latency warning from last time. Better be careful when tapping the universe you want to jump to.
Alt's eyebrows knit together in worry at seeing the screen flickering a bit then sighs as it seems to clear up. He nods. At least now they know their own universe code now. He carefully scrolls to find their favorites. "...we should probably leave soon."
"...so- guess we're about to split up again then..." Bro says, trying to school his expression but his voice gives himself away.
"Alt missed out on so many things though!" Henny says.
Dr. J sighs, "Yes but... we have delayed our friends long enough. We can't be selfish... they need to get on this quest. They have a kingdom to save after all."
"...I dunno how long the spell will last but... hopefully it'll give you guys some time." Alt mumbles.
"Thank you, Alt," Marvin says, smiling. "We really appreciate it."
"It 'sucks' that you missed out on so much," Chase says. "I'm so sorry that you got stuck with those bastards." He gives a glance to the sleeping King.
We'll find a way to come visit you! Jameson says. Or you can come back whenever you want.
"I think that time goes faster in our world than yours," Henrik says. "So maybe by the time you want to return, we will have everything already sorted."
Alt smiles sadly at them and nods, "Y-Yeah..." He looks down and lets his expression fall for a second.
But, Bro notices. Bro comes over and pats Alt on the shoulder, "Hey... if the time thing is true- even if Mag tries to follow us again- this spirit will be gone! He'll be out of his depths again. I'm sure we can take him- or figure out a way to stop him entirely. We got time, baby bro... We can ask Blaise for some safe guards or- I dunno something. Magic can do lots of things, right?"
Alt blinks at Bro and then slowly smiles. "...Yeah. You're right." He turns back to the others and smiles, "I gotta come back to meet this Vsenva guy anyways, right?"
"Maybe next time we could bring Oliver!" Jackieboy grins.
Alt blushes.
"Vsevna would love to meet you, Alt," Henrik says. "And I would love to meet your partner as well. He sounds like a nice guy."
"Make sure you all have your old clothes packed in your bags," Jackie says. "Is there anything else you want to bring?"
"Oh! I'm wondering something, actually." Marvin hands them one of the fruits. "There's a seed in that. Maybe you can plant it and grow magic fruit in your world? Or maybe not. It's possible that it won't work outside of the Wyldwood."
"If you try, you should probably keep it in a pot or something so that it doesn't grow out of control," Chase says. "Amabel has told me that people planting strange plants and letting them run wild can really affect the, uh... circle of life, I think it's called. The environment."
Dr. J takes the fruit and then beams, "Oh! That will be a very fun experiment. Maybe we can take it to Alt's mentor- she might know how to help it grow!"
"I'm sure it'll be helpful to have magical healing fruit if you can make it grow," Marvin says, grinning. "But do be careful. No overindulgence."
"Oh Oh! May we keep our masks??" Henny asks, holding his hedgehog one to his chest. "I do not want to take if you need them but! It is soooo cute!"
Jackie laughs. "Of course you guys can take the masks! Alt took his last time. Think of them as keepsakes."
"Yay!" Henny says, hugging his mask. "When I look at it, I will think of all the great friends we made here!"
"So... you're all going to leave now, then?" Chase asks.
Don't forget the cat, Jameson adds.
"...we should..." Alt says, standing up. "You guys have a lot on your plate. And honestly... I'm tired." Alt laughs, "I'm not sure how much more adventuring I could take..."
"We should really get you seen by a doctor, Alt," Dr. J says, "You're still very injured."
"Yeah yeah..." Alt mutters, clearly not excited about that.
Jackieboy stretches and gets to his feet. "Yeahhh we do have lives to get back to... and despite the peril- not a bad time." He smiles. "We'll all see each other again."
Bro grins, "Definitely." He grabs the box with Mag and lugs it onto one of his shoulders. "We'll be back to see the kingdom how its supposed to be!" He gestures to the others- "Grab your bags, lads."
The others do so and then stand in a semi circle, adjusting and double checking they have everything.
"Motherfucker- bastards have my jacket-" Alt mutters, closing up his bag.
"Eh- you have like 3 of those now, Alt," Bro laughs.
Alt makes a face. "That one was the softest though..."
"I'm sure the others will get soft again with enough wearing in, Alt." Dr. J chuckles.
"If we find your jacket, Alt, we'll keep it safe for you," Chase promises.
Alt chuckles, "Thanks, man."
Henny looks back at the fantasy boys, "... can we all get a hug before we leave??" He asks, his expression pleading.
The guys all smile. "Of course!" Jackie laughs, and immediately goes in for the hug. Chase follows, then Jameson, then Henrik. Marvin lingers back for a moment before joining in. "I'm not much for hugs, but this is a special occasion," he says, grinning.
Henny excitedly pulls as many of them in as he can. Jackieboy follows, then Dr. J. Alt also hesitates but then, Bro puts the box down long enough to scoop Alt and give everyone a big super hug.
Everyone laughs.
The swaps all step back and form their circle again. Bro picking up the box and the others all linking hands. Alt double checks the TRVLR, making sure its not lagging and on the right universe. He smiles and then looks back at the others. "Until next time, then. Good luck."
The others all shout out goodbyes and cyas as Alt hits the jump button.
"Until next time!" Jackie shouts, waving.
"We'll see you then!" Chase adds.
Good luck to you too! Jameson says.
"We will miss you!" Henrik adds.
"Farewell." Marvin smiles.
And then the visitors all disappear at once.
The guys stare at the spot where they were for a moment, taking in their sudden absence. Until Draco starts pawing at Marvin's leg.
"I think he wants us to move on," Chase says, noticing that.
"Yea, I hear you, boy, don't be so impatient," Marvin says, looking down at him.
We do need to move fast, though, Jameson says. Alt's magic cannot last for long if he's left this world. He looks pointedly at the King.
"Yea." Jackie nods. "I guess we go on now."
"To return to our own quest, then," Henrik says, nodding as well.
Chase looks at the King. "We'll find a way," he says quietly.
And with that, they continue on their trek through the Wyldwood, determined to find some way to save their kingdom.
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The fall between worlds lingers for a little longer than usual. Alt feels the TRVLR in his hand get a little bit warmer, as the green stars in the Space In-Between flicker for a bit. And they all... jolt slightly. Like they're floating in a still water pond that suddenly ripples. And then, suddenly, they are back in their own world. Right where they left.
Alt's eyes widen as the change happens- Bro tightens his grip on him. But, then they're home. Right in the middle of the Brodys' living room.
Alt gasps like he just broke the surface after being underwater. He looks down anxiously at the TRVLR, knitting his eyebrows together.
Bro sighs and flops down onto their couch. "Ah! Home!!"
"Don't get too comfy, Chase," Dr. J shakes his head, "After we all clean up and get dressed- we're taking Alt to the hospital."
"Whattt! C'mon Jay!" Bro protests.
"You said he broke his arm and his ribs! That needs proper treatment!"
"It was partially healed by magic fruit!"
"It should still be checked!!"
Jackieboy rolls his eyes and looks around for a charger. "I'mma charge my phone and check in with everyone. You all start without me."
Henny notices Alt stock still, still clutching the TRVLR. He walks over and places a hand on his shoulder. "Alt? Are you alright?"
Alt startles slightly and then turns to smile at Henny, "Y-Yeah... Yeah. Fine." He pockets the device then grabs the box with Mag. "Immmm gonna get this dumped into the warehouse district before the spell breaks and Mag kills us!"
Dr. J turns to him, "Alt! You better come back straight away because we'r-"
"OKAYGOTTAGOBYE-" Alt says as he disappears into glitches.
Dr. J watches him go and then sighs, rubbing his forehead. "You all are a handful..."
"But ya love usss~" Jackieboy grins.
JJ smiles and chuckles, "Unfortunately, Yes. I do."
Alt deposits the box outside where he last knew Mag's warehouse to be. He almost wants to stop by to see the panthers but... not a good idea. He takes the time to take the TRVLR back out and study it.
... the transition was really really weird. He's never seen that before... he hopes its okay. As dangerous as these trips can be... he doesn't want to give up on them yet. But for now... Jay was right. He had a lot to recover from. He looks down at the sleeping form of his foe- kicks the box for good measure and flips it off as he heads back to his friends.
#LLTK#long live the king#the end!! :D#super fun making alt a cryptid in the first part XD#and ironic that alt was always so worried about returning but by now we have like two more FM rps HGVJ#i don't have too much more to say about this one#but thank you all so much for reading I hope you enjoyed it!! :D
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3.79 Merry and bright
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Soooo... Just as Sophia predicted, we arrived late, but not as late as she thought. When we walked in, the scent of cookies and tomato sauce filled the air. The food and desserts had probably just come out of the oven, and far as I was concerned, we were right on time. The house looked amazing, and so did Mama. I couldn't get over how her new hair color just set off all her outfits. She looked like one of Father Winter's helpers with the red and green clothes, brown boots, and white hair.
"Merry Winterfest, buddy," she shouted, pulling me into a very merry hug. "Can't believe you made it before we ate."
"Heh, that makes two of you."
Dad greeted Sophia, and I wrapped my arms around my dear sister.
"It's sooo good to see you in real life, Less."
"Yeah, you too...even though you didn't call me when you got engaged."
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"It literally just happened yesterday! And you know Mama kidnapped us."
"Oh, I know. She called me all frantic talking about, pack my things and come home immediately. I thought somebody died!"
Oh, Mama. She was so extra, and I loved it. Yeah, it could be too much sometimes, but I never had to wonder if she loved me.
I tried to introduce Less to Sophia, but she was really weird. She gave her a quick "nice to meet you" and went right back to speaking to me. Dwayne sat quietly watching all of us, so I introduced Sophia and sat down to give the illusion of including him. Naturally, Sophia and Less followed me. She dominated the conversation, asking me 1000 random questions. Sophia tried to insert herself and asked her about life in Mt. Komorebi, but Less wouldn't let her in. At one point, she got really annoyed and yelled at her.
"Can't you see I'm talking to my brother??"
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I was used to her attitudes, but it took a lot not to lash out at her. I wouldn't tolerate anyone treating Sophia like trash. She missed me and wanted to catch up; I got that. And she had always been weird about girls around me, but the way she behaved really surprised me. But this was new for her, too. She never had to share me with anyone before, so I remained calm.
"Less... She just wants to get to know you. Don't you want to know her?"
She contemplated my suggestion, as though it was new information. Throughout our childhood, she always followed me. Whatever I did, she did. As long as I remained in the room, she would never give Sophia a chance, so I left them and looked for Dad. I found him in Mama's office decorating the tree...with Dwayne. Well, they weren't exactly working together. Dad hung the ornaments, and Dwayne was more like the hype man, approving of his placement and doing the whole a little more to the right thing. They worked on the tree with such precision, as if they painted a masterpiece or something.
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I had to mess with them. They were so serious about the tree, but I didn't think it took all of that. I guess that's why I wasn't on tree duty.
"I think we need something blue right here. Like, bright, shocking blue right there."
They both glared at me with that "boy, get out" face, tee hee. Mission accomplished!
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I sat and watched them finish hanging ornaments. When they completed that task, Dad asked if there were garland or other decorations. If it took them that long just to place ornaments, Father Winter would be there before the tree was ready. Luckily, Dwayne said it looked good. He probably felt how I felt. Mama came and said the food was ready, so Dad turned the tree on, and we placed our presents under it.
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#ISBI challenge#sims 4 story#sims 4 gameplay#adolting#adolting gen 3#luca winston murillo#sophia aguilar#emerald pope#alessia amina murillo#ali murillo#dwayne pancakes
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Peace in the Darkness
Date: October 9th, 2131
Pretty much since leaving for the first time, I kept thinking about going back to the Dark World. CK kept texting me about how he's been visiting with Kris and I finally managed to convince Papa to drive me to Hometown again a few days ago and again today. I'm still jealous that CK can come here whenever he wants.
In the three total days I've visited, I've mostly just felt this sense of... peace in Castle Town (which is apparently the official name of this city in a closet). It's so... mysterious and wonderful and magical. And even if Kris hasn't really shown us around outside of the castle, I really like it here. There's just... something about it that I like more than the outside world, that I can't exactly place.
And then there's Spamton. He's... well a little weird and eccentric if I'm being honest, but still nice. It's given (er, well, sold) me at least two more of the weird potions Kris won't let me drink, and some frayed bowties and weird blue eggs? (They remind me of robin eggs and I put them with my collection at home, so I think they're eggs at least.) That and all the offers and deals he keeps giving me I think show a form of friendship, right? I mean, that's the sort of stuff I talk about with my other friends. Except for CK I guess, but he's my cousin so it's a little different.
Anyways, the last time I was here, Spamton mentioned not having a good night's rest in a bit because its bed was literal trash (which like, figure of speech right so I know it's not literally garbage and technically should be figurative but also I didn't correct it because I've picked up that people don't like me correcting stuff like that). So today I decided to make him a gift and give it to him! I spent like, all of yesterday making this little red race car bed out of cardboard. I even stole- I mean barrowed, Rexi's doll to get the measurements right. (The fact that Spamton is almost literally the size of my brother's porcelain doll is kinda baffling but that'd also be rude to bring up.) I hope Spamton liked it. I mean, I think he did. Its eyes went dark for a bit and then it sorta started crying? Felt kinda awkward but I'm taking that as he appreciated the gift. After Spamton was done crying it immediately tried to sell me another weird potion before Kris shut it down.
CK also seems to be getting along with Jevil, even though Kris is concerned by how well the two of them are getting along. I think I've heard them mention how they've had to stop those two from getting up to double the mischief and pranks. ...Also how they almost burned something down the other day. (I know CK's magic can get a little out of hand at times but goodness gracious!)
Kris also said they plan on showing us around soon. Even if they won't say how soon "soon" is. Most of the time CK or I have been in Castle Town, they've been doing a lot of checklists and talking to people and stuff. What they say is their duties as "Ambassador and Guardian of the Dark", whatever that means. I'm just excited to eventually get a chance to explore this city a little more. Everything looks so exciting and new, I wanna see what everything is.
#undertale ish#undertale au#chicago#deltarune: fool's fate#fool's fate#writing#Spamton#deltarune au#ck#comic kings#kris#jevil
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I once found myself foolishly complaining to my old therapist about some deeply unsatisfying exchange I had on tumblr with somebody who had willfully misconstrued what I said and was going after me about what they decided I meant, just because that was what they would rather talk about. You know, the usual. My therapist threw me off my game by just asking my why I post here to begin with, instead of indulging my desire to passionately bitch and moan. She seemed very skeptical about whatever I said, I had the idea that she wanted me to admit that I was either looking for a fight, or attention, or validation from a bad source where I am destined to encounter a lot of friction. (Man o man, if only she knew about the absolutely bonkers and irrational "you are valid" culture we have here...) And I mean, she's right, you ARE destined to encounter a lot of friction on tumblr if you do anything remotely personal with it, but somehow that annoyance can be outweighed by
a) the internal satisfaction of putting your thoughts in order
b) the catharsis of venting, even into the void
c) the small but unignorable possibility that someone will deeply understand what you said, or have something relevant and provocative to add based on their own unique and valuable experience/expertise.
I think about turning off replies all the time now, quite a lot of the time there's someone being rude either on purpose or inadvertently, because they're too obtuse or thoughtless to consider the implications or real usefulness of what they are saying. Sometimes I think about turning off reblogs on everything too, and I'm trying to develop the habit of stopping before I post to ask myself, every single time, how I'm going to feel when some total cretin reblogs something that is obviously either not universally applicable (e.g. just personal in-the-moment venting) or actually not their business (discussion of personal tragedy that you'd think people would have the good sense to leave alone, like just let strangers who need to talk about something do so in peace?). All of these things have happened more and more lately, and I think what would be really great for me is if I developed a much tougher hide, if I developed a mental baleen that filters out all the shit I don't need to care about and lets in all the tasty, nutritious stuff that I'm actually here for, that I like so much that it makes all the chaff totally worth it.
My problem is that I don't have that natural thing that tells you what incoming stimulus is relevant and what you can completely ignore, I'm curious about EVERYTHING especially how other people think and behave. When I hear something insulting or idiotic directed at me I immediately start processing it like it's a mystery that it is my duty to unravel, instead of casually throwing it in the trash like I should. This morning I posted about how I was reminded of a personal tragedy by some stupid thing a business did to me, and I get this complete stranger unloading his own version of that tragedy, only to then condemn me morally for my interaction with the business. Like does he think I'm going to be so humbled by his "direct action" that it's going to change the world? What was the goal besides picking a fight before the sun is all the way up in the sky? Yesterday I posted links to a bunch of film scholarship I published along with some new blu ray releases, literally calling it my life's work, and somebody reblogged it and put in the tags that they don't like one of the movies and they don't know what the other two are. So...what was the point here? Are you planning on buying two expensive collector's editions of movies you don't know by a director you don't like? I mean thanks for promoting my work, I guess if the price of your sponsorship is that you say rude, pointless things that don't mean anything to anyone, then I'll take it? It might have a positive impact on my mental health if I turned off replies and reblogs universally, but then I wouldn't get to hear from any of the smart and nice guys I've met on here who have opened my eyes to all sorts of things. So yeah my Christmas wish or New Year's resolution or whatever is to give a shit much, much more selectively, for the rest of my life.
PS Regarding disagreements on the internet: There is an important qualitative difference between someone saying something you find disagreeable on their own blog, which you don't even have to be aware of if you don't want to, and someone going out of their away to like cross into your yard to start a fight about what's on your blog ~as if~ you had called them on the phone and said it directly to them personally. Most of what you see on the internet doesn't require your input at all, if you don't really have anything to add except your own emotional content. The difference: Learn it, know it, live it!
#the reality is probably just that most people crave attention so desperately that they don't even notice what they're doing to get it#which is an incredibly unattractive quality and unfortunately it is proportionally common
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August 21th, 2023
2231L
Temp 83° Kinda windy
Saddlebunch Keys, FL
Another decently late entry. Well honestly as long as I get some words down that's sufficient for me. Let's see. Yesterday I was able to play Call of duty with Danny and I was able to explain to him the predicament and I was in pertaining to my leave. I love that dude so much, he literally was so supportive and understanding which made me feel kind of worse that I threatened our trip because of the stupid navy. It's really good to hear his voice, and just feel like a normal person again. We call it quits near midnight because I had to wake up this morning at like 6:00 in the morning to get my affairs in order. Had a flight today at 8:00 a.m. so I woke up super early pack some clothes for the gym and did a little bit of cleaning and brought out the trash because once I left my house for the day I wouldn't be coming back until now at 10:30 p.m.. I stopped at baby's coffee. Got myself a little cafe con leche, I don't care if that is considered breaking my fast because that would be literally the only thing that I've eaten all day and it's not even food. Was able to talk to my pops for a little bit on the way to the airport so that was cool. To be honest, I can't really remember if there was anything of significance in that conversation besides for me retelling the story of why my leave had to be canceled so I can train. Flying was good. I feel like I can never complain about flying because I love it so much but my landings do suck. I got a new instructor today and she was very by the book and informative which is what I needed and why I didn't want my last instructor. She was very confidence instilling and I think I landed one and a half times by myself. I have the option to fly the Skyhawk but I really do like the Cherokees. There's something about the lobing aircraft and the design that feels good. Maybe it reminds me of some old navy trainers or something. I took a picture of the interior while I was doing my pre-flight checklist and it reminded me of the interior of a 1998 Honda Civic. So I just did my whole PreFlight with Bad Bunny playing. After flying I drove straight to the gym to meet up with my gym partner. We hit chest pretty hard. I got a serious pump and I was able to sit in the sauna for 45 minutes while fasted. That felt like a challenge on its own. Right now I'm sitting here fantasizing about Popeyes because they just opened up the restaurant down here and my buddy is sending me pictures of him buying it and getting it because he knows I'm fasting. I could really go for some good chicken or a chicken sandwich or mac and cheese, Jesus. Work was boring. I started ground, I feel like I can get it within 2 weeks but also I feel like it's a very steep uphill battle. Not to mention, I have to finish all of my coursework for these two classes by August 31st. Fun times. It's really pedal to the metal here. I have such a short period of time left to get these things done before a bunch of timelines end so it's high stress. All right. Well, the dog is waiting for me at the steps. There's really not much to talk about today, I feel like I am really close to the edge offending this fast, but I really want to last a lot longer so I'm kind of disappointed by myself for feeling this week mentally. I'm going inside. Have a good night.
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