#I am so paranoid I am going to be keeping a weapon on me at all times when outside

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Special Princess

Mafia!Roman R. x Little!Black!Fem! Reader

Warning: mentions of violence, mentions of weapons, age regression, affirmations, praise

Minors! DNI! 18+

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In the car, Y/N was criss cross on the seat watching different gameplays on her iPad while teething on her toy silent in the back, Roman was humming the bluey theme song while driving which gave some looks from solo and jimmy. Worried about him keeping his reputation up for a while now they wondered that if it’s mostly Y/Ns fault. I mean Roman is suppose to be this big bad mob boss, controlling the territory and keeping things under control with an iron fist. Instead, he balances work with his girlfriend who acts like a child. She doesn’t dress like the other women Roman has messed with, when they would wear night dresses and show as much skin as they want, Y/N just wears hoodies or overalls. Long sleeve shirts or short sleeve but overalls and sneakers not heels. It worried them that Y/N was probably a bad influence on Roman their boss.

“Hey Ro, when we get back to the house can we talk in private?” Solo asked as he was in the back with jimmy nodding at him planning the convo in their head. “Hm? Sure man. Oh do me a favor and tap Y/N when I pull over?” He nodded and looked at her examining her again. A child. A child in a grown woman’s body. He never understood it and nether has jimmy. But they don’t question it because it’s their bosses girl. After they pulled over to the stop they were doing the drop off, solo did as told getting Y/Ns attention making her jump some looking around. She took off her headphones taking in her surroundings looking directly at Roman as he opened the door. “Sweetie I’ll be back with the boys ok?” He asked in a calm sweet tone as solo and jimmy got out, “Stay here with mr.heymen.” He ordered and she nodded getting a kiss on her forehead. She waved at Paul sweetly and he waved back watching them go in the building. She started looking around every inch of the buildings and corners of the area and went back on her tablet drawing a picture for Roman. Sending it straight to him.

“Hey boss man you know we never question you…” Jimmy started getting a bit impatient needing to know why this girl is with them. “Sounds like you are about to question me thou.” He looked at jimmy slightly. Jimmy just shut it down and looked around the warehouse building. “Why they wanted to meet us here?” “I am not sure but keep ya eyes peeled.” They nodded. Roman looked at him phone seeing the photo Y/N drew and texted her “Thank you princess.” Soon hearing the other doors open the meeting is starting. Showing to the meeting was mister Ziggler and his bodyguards, simple transaction. Roman smirked seeing the briefcases behind him as well. “Mister Reigns, how are we today?” Dolph asked. “Good, I’m glad we were able to get some more supply. Especially from a trusted source.” Roman smiled. “Likewise, so ready for the wire transfer?” Dolph asked quick being money hungry but Roman looked at him not born yesterday. “Go on and put some product on the table, solo examine it.” Dolph smirked. “You don’t trust me big man-“ “I don’t bring snipers to my transfers. Especially ones that are ready at the mark.” He smiled as Dolph was starting to turn pale. Jimmy and Solo were confused, they couldn’t see out the window but were looking around outside not seeing a set up anywhere. “You got paranoid last time we met Roman-“ “Not the slightest.” He smirked. “Now let’s check that material.”

After the transaction, they walked out the building untouched. Jimmy and solo still had the guns out. “Put them away, she doesn’t like seeing that mess sometimes.” He warned them and they nodded following orders. They filled the back with the briefcases and Roman checked on Y/N seeing her in the same spot watching bluey sucking on her thumb some. “Hey we talked about that pretty girl, where is it?” She shrugged her shoulders. Roman went in her bag and pulled out a box with a fresh pacifier. He slowly removed her thumb making her pout but gave her the paci as she was calm again. “That’s my girl.” She giggled from the kisses he gave all over her face and went to the front to drive. The boys got back in looking at Y/N again getting a weird feeling now but let it go till they got to the house.

Later that night, the boys sat in the office to finally talk to Roman about this. “So y’all wanted to talk?” They look to the side seeing Y/N in a giant pink play tent in her own little world watching tv and coloring. “Well it’s about…um…it’s about her.” Jimmy said finally pointing at the tent. Roman looked to the side where the tent was then at the boys, “About her? How do? Also she had a name. Don’t be afraid to say it.” Roman said looking through his phone some. “Look we know Y/N is yo girl and we respect her but-“ “But?” Roman asked surprised that solo was questioning him as well. “-why doesn’t she act normal?” By the time this was asked, Y/Ns headphones were off and she listened in. A bit hurt by their questions making her think she did something wrong. “Well y’all she’s been through a lot, she does this to cope, this is her therapy. I will admit that I was a bit worried about it as well, but I support her no matter what.” Jimmy nodded his head in understanding. Solo was still a bit worried. “What about your image sir?” “My image is fine. She doesn’t affect my imagine.” Roman said paying full attention now. ��For all know she’s more help then you both ever was.” He was starting to get mad with all the questions. Y/N didn’t like the look on their faces, so she sighed getting out the tent and going over. “Baby we talking go back to your tent.” Roman asked low but still a bit pissed which scared her some but stood her ground. “I’m sorry that I’m hurt your image, I can just stop if you want. To help a bit better…” Roman’s look softened and he sighed, “Baby you’re always big help.” Jimmy and solo looked at each other, how and she’s always in the car? “Remember that nice picture you gave me?” She nodded and went to get her book she drew in showing the picture. Solo looked at it and recognized it some. “Those buildings…” “Yea there were people looking at birds up top so I drew them too!” She giggled. It hit Jimmy and solo so fast looking at the photo again seeing the truck parked and the other building they were in to do the transaction.

“That’s how you knew.” They both said in unison.

Roman knew about the snipers because of the drawing she drew, matter of fact she always draws something and shows Roman when he’s in meetings and other functions. She’s technically doing a perimeter check. “Yep my little artist helps me like that.” “And other ways…” she mumbled. “Oh right, we didn’t see anyone when we were escorting you out back to the car-“ Jimmy stopped and looked at Y/N who was smirking some evilly. “Ain’t no way.” “I was trying to find a bathroom.” She smiled. What really happened was she went in the building and handled the snipers so they wouldn’t be ready to shoot. Solo remembered Dolph trying to contact the snipers but no answer came their way of course. “So you just lil miss killer?” “You worry about yourself next time please.” She hissed. Her eyes from a lightly playful brown to a dark evil black made it clear that what her lifestyle was is her choice. Roman choose right, he smirked and was honestly proud. But what he noticed was she was out of her headspace. “Go take it up to the bedroom princess, we can watch a movie tonight if you want.” She nodded trying to calm from her sudden anger and walked away going to the master bedroom. “Wow…” Jimmy said never seeing that outta her. “Did you know Paul?!” They turned to him while he was in the corner the whole time. “I had no idea.” He smiled and went back on his phone. The brothers looked a bit dumbfounded and Roman just sighed. “I appreciate yall worrying about me and my image because my image is y’all image, but I assure you as yall saw. We will be fine.” They both nodded and left the room leaving Roman in a smirk. “I know what I’m doing.”

Roman got into the bedroom seeing that the anger got Y/N tuckered out. She was sleep hugging a pillow and the tv was on My little pony. Roman got ready for bed and as soon as Y/N could smell his body spray she cuddled up on him smiling. He smiled as well and kissed her forehead. “I love you so much baby girl, I’m sorry they questioned you. Never change ok?” She nodded half sleep and Roman turned off the lamp light drifting to sleep.

[justasecretflower]

Hi!!! I am new at your chanel but I just love the way you are writing about Creepypasta!!! So can you take my request? How creepypasta characters (your choice) will react to S/o who is already have a child. But the child isn't scared of them and actually thought they are cool. And sometimes calling them "Mama/Papa". And how they are going to react when the child said that they want to dress up like them at Halloween.

No pressure! If you don't want to do this then that's alright. As long as you are comfortable doing this then it's alright. Have a good day/night ❤️

This is so sweet!:( btw all of the stuff I post has a little emoji showing what fandom it is. To keep things organized I asked in my rules for requests to do the same:) I know you’re new and I totally get that! Just saying if you wanna request again I would use the little “🥀” emoji for creepypasta🤍. Love you, and thanks for the request chérie!

🥀- creepypasta! Characters when their step kids! Dress up as them for Halloween 🤍

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Ticci Toby🪓

- he’ll cry, no doubt about it.

- he didn’t have a good father, so being a good dad to a child that he didn’t even help make wasn’t on his bucket list.. until he met you and you had a kid.

- he doesn’t care, this is his kid.

- he’ll match with them, go trick or treating and carry them on his shoulders, and then he’ll cry in his s/o’s lap about how precious the child is and how he wants another.

- he doesn’t give them a real axe, a plastic one, but he doesn’t play down the axe and tells them to be careful with such a weapon.

- congrats! You’ve unlocked the baby fever version of Toby! Now you have to deal with him bugging you about another kid🤍

Jane the killer 🎭

- a bit surprised

- nonetheless she helps your kid get into a costume to match her look, she’s smiling so hard.

- she calls the kid “my baby” now

- carries that kid everywhere during trick or treating, and then a themed movie night watching nightmare before Christmas.

- never pictured herself having kids, or even one, but spending time with your kid makes her consider adopting your kid

Hoodie (Brian) 🧥

- he’s already an awesome stepdad. He loves your kid with his whole heart.

- before marble hornets happened, he planned on getting married and having kids, so when you brought your kid into the relationship he immediately thought of the kid as his own

- practically throws himself at that kid.

- he’s squealing and getting them a mini mask and hoodie.

- “see? We’re matching now.”

- you end up finding Brian and your kid fast asleep on the couch, your kid laid on his chest, candy wrappers scattered all over the living room and the pillowcase of candy half empty (was it only me trick or treating with a pillow case?..)

Masky (Tim)

- he’s a bit weary about it, thinking that it’ll attract the operator to the kid.

- he’s akward around your kid, but treats them decently.

- when he sees them all dressed up he smiles a bit, its small but soft.

- paranoid when they go out trick or treating, a knife on him just in case…

- checks their candy 😔

- has the kids legs wrapped around his torso and their small arms around his neck the whole time they go trick or treating he is NOT RISKING ANYTHING‼️

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Thanks for reading! I love you all:)

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For the ask game :tell me why you love nuevi or kaeya! Feel free to talk A Lot I like your long posts

i also love reading my long posts, i wish i wrote them more asdfghjk its hard for me to just talk unspecifically about character without like pointed theme bc to me it feels like everything is obvious and everyone understands same things, why am i spelling it out.

anyway, KAEYA. my prettiest cursed princess. noble daughter of the fallen aristocratic family with generational curse coded. jon snow AND daenerys targaryen vibes at the same time. why noble daughter? bc instead of how heirs of nobles are kept close and taught to rule, his family treats him like pawn, like currency, his fate determined at his birth with no agency, sent away to another family he has to fit in. he's not a bastard, but he is half blood, and he cannot return. he's brother to diluc, but not equal, no matter how much they get along, like jon to robb stark. dawn winery is not his home, he's only welcomed conditionally, when diluc allows it. told to be "last hope", but what he's last hope of is a rotting cursed shambles of hubris. but even with how badly he was treated, he's still torn with loyalty to them, with duty, he still tried to ran away to khaenriah as a kid, just like dany wants to go to westeros. terrible prophecy hangs over him and he knows it. we don't even know if alberichs were really regents or if clothar is just delusional and sees himself forming abyss order as "regency"! he wants to walk off the stage, but he can't. and even if he could, he won't, not in the end, because against his will he still cares about people left on that stage who do not know what they are in

and he's coping with all of that by not letting people close even though he's lonely bc that curse and prophecies hang over him, bc he learnt from diluc he will not be accepted unconditionally no matter how loyal he is, no matter how good of a friend and brother he is, no matter how much punishments he takes for diluc and how he follows him like a shadow. he tried so hard to be a perfect child in dawn winery, polite and sweet and it didn't matter in the end. and now he's hating himself for secrecy and underhanded ways he was forced into as a child and deeming himself bad, finding ways to blame himself even for doing good deeds bc he's such a manipulator, treating relationships as transactions of favors to keep score, to keep in control.

mask worn for long, it grew into him and is impossible to take off now. "and they say my charm is fake" he IS naturally charming, he just had to learn to use it as a weapon. he IS sweet and interested in people, he just had to learn to get profit out of it. the worst thing he could be is himself. sad adult with a fake smile. and at the same time he's proud, he's talented, he's funny and sarcastic, he likes goofy jokes and slipping clever metaphors into silly stories, he likes writing books for people he cares about with advises on how to solve problems and deal with people, and also likes telling stories and can improvise a monologue on a stage. he should have been an actor and a writer, but duty to one father threw him into mond and duty to the other locked him into knights, so now he's just miserable, he's a hedonist, a cynic, he can't have real connections, so he will take pleasure and attention and use it for his greater means, he's coping with substance abuse, but he is so paranoid he will not be caught actually drunk bc that's weakness. he wants to belong so much, but think he's not allowed to. traveler finding him in the shadows after he tries to leave community event HE organized and dragging his reluctant ass by hand is THE theme for them tbh.

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

Tickletober Day 19: Secret

Fandom: Barbie (post movie)

Pairing: Allan and Ken (platonic)

Summary: Allan is keeping a secret. Ken won't have it.

(This is set after the Barbie movie that came out last August ❤️ :) These two dolls have a special place in my heart ❤️ :))

"Allan!" Ken grabbed his friend's shoulder. "I need you tell me something."

"Sure buddy, what's up?" Allan asked.

Ken leaned closer. "Barbie's been acting strange."

"The one who left our world for the human world?"

"To become an official human yes. She's been acting very very strange." Ken lowered his voice to a whisper. "And I think she's hiding something from me."

"Why would she hide something from you? You're like her best friend."

"I know, and that's what makes me very very concerned for her."

Allan's eyes went wide. "Do you think she's in trouble?"

"I don't know, but my radar is tingling."

"Ken, I'm sure she's fine." Allan's eyes shifted to the side. "She's probably just busy."

Ken pushed his friend's face back toward him so he could study it closely. "Tell me again what you just said again."

"Uh . . . She's fine. She's probably just busy."

"What are you looking at?"

"Why do you---?"

"Your eyes are doing the shifty thing."

Allan's eyebrows furrowed together. "The shifty thing?"

"Yes the shifty thing."

"What shifty thing?"

"The shifty thing where you look off to the side instead of looking at me."

"I'm not---."

Ken pointed at his friend's eyes. "You're doing it right now."

Allan backed away from his friend. "I think you're being paranoid Ken."

"I am not!" Ken grabbed his shirt. "My friend Barbie is in possible danger in the real world and you seem to be hiding something from me."

Allan pulled himself out of Ken's grip. "You're just crazy."

Ken followed his friend as he walked away. "Did she tell you something?"

"I don't know."

"Is it something I shouldn't know?"

"I don't know."

"Then why are your eyes shifting?"

Allan paused. "Probably because you're making me very uncomfortable."

Ken finally noticed how close he was and took a step back.

"Look, whatever it is, I'm sure has a good reason for keeping it a secret. You know how she is about parties."

Ken's head perked up. "Party?"

Allan's eyes went wide.

"Who said anything about a party?"

"Uh. . ."

"Allan, what do you know?"

"I . . . u-uh---."

A moment later, Allan bolted.

"Hey!" Ken was immediately on his heels. "Get back here!"

Allan let out a scream as he raced around the corner and past groups of Barbies and Kens staring after him with puzzled looks on their faces.

The two went around town with Allan desperately trying to keep away from his friend. Yet no matter which way he turned or what disguise he tried, Ken always managed to find him.

Allan ducked into a nearby alleyway. He was aiming for one of the pink dumpsters when he was tackled from behind. The two landed with Ken on top of Allan.

"You okay?" Ken asked his friend.

"I'm okay." Allan pushed his friend's shoulders. "Just get off me please."

Ken pinned Allan's wrists by his sides. "Not until you tell me about what is going on with Barbie."

"But I don't know anything!"

"Oh yes you do. Why else would you mention the word party without anyone else mentioning the word party."

"Uh . . . It was an accident?"

"No it wasn't." Ken leaned closer. "So tell me what you know."

"Nothing!"

Ken blinked slowly. "You have exactly three seconds to tell what you know or I'm breaking out the secret weapon."

"The secret weapon?"

"Yes the secret weapon Allan."

Allan whispered to his friend. "I thought we Ken's agreed not to use noogies after the last beach battle."

"I'm not talking about a noogie Allan. Not even I'm low enough to do something that extreme."

"Then what are you going to do to me?"

"If you don't tell me what you know, I will tickle you."

Allan gasped. "You wouldn't!"

"Try me. Three."

"Ken I---."

"Two."

"I can't!"

"Two and a half."

"Ken."

"Two and three quarters."

"I can't tell you."

"One."

A shriek left Allan's mouth as Ken's hands dug into his hips. "Naah!"

"Come one Allan." Ken kept a maddening rhythm on his friend's hips. "Tell me what you know."

"I dohon't knohow anythihing!"

"Uh-huh." Ken reached back to squeeze Allan's thighs. "Tell me."

Allan's knees shot up, connecting with Ken's back. "NO!"

The blond pushed his friend's knees back down. "Tell me or I'm getting your weak spot next."

"No plehease!"

"One."

"Please dohon't make mehe!"

"Two."

"Ken please!"

"Two and three quarters."

"I-I-I---."

Ken placed his hands on Allan's stomach. "Two and a half."

"I'm begging you, please!"

"One."

"Wait---!"

Ken immediately dug into Allan's stomach. "Not until you tell me what I want to know."

"NAH! PLEASE!"

"I have to salute you Allan. Most would have folded by now."

The red head shook his head as snorts started flooding out.

"Tell me what I want to know and this will all go away." The blonde rubbed his knuckles into his friend's stomach. "Or I can stay right here allll afternoon."

Allan crumpled. "OKAY! OKAHAHY! I'LL TALK!"

Ken's hands stilled.

"You cahan't tehell Barbie Ihi told you. Shehe's having all the Barbie's help heher throhow aha massive party toho celebrate the Ken's one year anniversary after gettihing aha lower level position ihin thehe's president's court."

The blonde's eyes went wide.

"None of the Ken's are supposed to know." Allan pushed himself up. "We've been working on it for weeks."

Ken smiled as he patted Allan's shoulder. "Don't worry, your secrets safe with me."

"Yeah, that's what I'm afraid of."

"No reason to fear. Now come on, let's go back and beach."

Allan grabbed his arm. "Wait, let's go back to the dream house and watch that new movie you've been talking a lot about."

"Seabiscuit?"

"Yes, that's the one."

"Yes!" Ken cheered. "A glorious movie about horses. What could possibly go wrong?"

Allan breathed a sigh of relief as they headed back to Barbie's old Dreamhouse. He just had to figure out how to keep his friend away from the other Kens until the day of the surprise party.

[all-eyes-lead-to-the-truth]

All Eyes Lead to the Truth | Pine Bluff Variant (5x18)

The tires on August Bremer’s Taurus rub along the curb as the car creeps to a stop. Lamplight beaming from the entryway of Hegal Place shines down on an injured Agent Mulder climbing the steps to his apartment. Mulder winces as he opens the door with his left hand held aloft, the pinky finger bent sideways at a sharp, unnatural angle. 

August shakes his head. Haley’s New Spartans goon is a sadistic piece of work. Finding the perfect moment to remove that asshole can’t come soon enough. 

Flicking the switch on the listening device, August points the red laser at the window of apartment 42, puts his headphones on and listens for the truth. 

“…what you’re talking about,” Agent Mulder says to someone — someone already waiting in his darkened apartment. 

“What happened to your hand?” August knows the soft, concerned voice belongs to Agent Scully, Mulder’s redheaded partner who risked her own life running after him in the park. August saw the fear for her partner drain the pink from her pretty face all the way from the getaway car. 

“Nothing,” Mulder lies. Badly.

“Oh, Mulder, what did they do to you?” she tsks. “God, this needs to be set. You’re in pain.”

“Yeah, if you keep pulling it around like that.” The man’s a smart ass even while doted upon.  

“Let’s get the swelling down.”

Choosing the greenish hued light emanating from Mulder’s apartment to focus on, August ruminates on the reason they’ve all been pulled into this clusterfuck to begin with.

Classified orders to develop a recalled bioweapon in secret were given directly to the army from the US Government. Instructing August to keep evolving the banned toxin, hastening it along. Cultivating a variant of a biological agent to become one of the most deadly bioweapons in the world sure as hell wasn’t August’s idea. But what could he do as a Pine Bluff stationed soldier, eager to use his biochemistry degree? Saying no to the CIA was never an option. So as years passed, August and his team analyzed chemical compositions to carefully create an aerosol version of a flesh-eating streptococcus compound capable of casualties nothing short of devastation. 

And he hates himself for it.

“Why do this to you, Mulder?”

“They’re testing me, too. Haley’s paranoid. Spooked. I was sure he was going to kill me.”

Sending Mulder on the inside with Haley was a risky test he could have easily failed. But that won’t be Mulder’s only test of trustworthiness. August knows Mulder’s involvement in this is a set up — just another pawn for the CIA’s own selfish means. Mulder’s strong opinions on the withholding of governmental secrets is the perfect way to kill two troublesome birds with one bio-weaponized stone. Now, August must be certain Mulder hasn’t flipped sides and become one with the terrorists he’s dutifully warned the bureau about. A final test to pass in order to be saved.

Agent Scully exhales. Her relief that he’s still alive is as loud as her concern. “What stopped him?”

“They still need something from me. And I’m sensing there’s someone Haley trusts even less — the man giving him his orders. Someone I haven’t met yet. A guy named August Bremer.”

Mulder’s right. August had created an alias to go behind the New Spartans’ back by leaking information to the bureau, and Haley will know the truth soon enough. Time is of the essence. If this militia isn’t stopped before the bioweapon spreads, millions may die horrific deaths. 

August just has to kill off the New Spartans without killing himself, too. 

“I hate that they hurt you,” Agent Scully murmurs. “You need to be cautious from here on out.”

“Always am,” Mulder quips, before gasping in pain. “Ouch! Okay, I will be. Scout’s honor.”

She scoffs, “You’re no Boy Scout, Mulder.”

“Yeah, Haley didn’t seem to think so either.”

“Not funny.” August hears the playful lilt in her tone vanish as quick as it came. “Let me get my med kit from your bathroom.”

Only the sounds of footsteps and Mulder’s heavy sighs fill the void until Agent Scully returns. 

“Scully, before, on the tape… You didn’t think I’d really…”

“Betray our country? No, Mulder, I refused to believe that.”

“Betray you.”

Even through the padded earpieces, August hears her breath catch. “Mulder…”

“Because I wouldn’t — I’d never, Scully,” Mulder says adamantly. “Never.”

“I know. I know that, Mulder.” August can imagine her hand reassuringly covering his. “You were doing your job. You didn’t have a choice in keeping it from me.” 

“It doesn’t make it any easier. For either of us.”

“No, I suppose it doesn’t.”

Silence stretches for a long time. Nothing but the crinkle of med-grade wrappers and the burbling of water from what sounds like a fish tank drifts through the headphones. August may be on the outside listening in, but he can practically feel the tension from here.

“Scully…”

“The swelling’s lessened. Luckily it’s a clean break.”

“Hey,” Mulder’s voice is soft, gentle. “Look at me.”

“Hold still while I splint your finger.”

“Scully-”

“This is dangerous, Mulder,” she huffs, her words wavering. “Extremely so. It worries me we’re separated on this.”

“Believe me, Scully, I’m not a fan either.” The clack of the metal finger splint tapping against wood has Agent Scully humming in agreement. “But I’d be lying if I said I’m not relieved you’re nowhere near a man that breaks bones for a living.”

“So who has your back, then? Skinner can only do so much and I’m not sure I trust the CIA agent in charge here.”

“You have my back, Scully. You do, and you’re the only one I trust. Remember?” There’s a smile laced within Mulder’s meaningful plea, and August nods in respect. Only a good man appreciates what keeps him that way. 

“I could hardly forget.”

August clicks off the listening device with a smile of admiration. Some truths are better left unheard. 

Read the rest of All Eyes Lead to the Truth on Archive of Our Own!

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[wild-karrde]

In Command - Part 15

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A/N: As always, thank you to the wonderful @teletraan-meets-jarvis for beta-reading for me! You are TRULY THE BEST TJ!!

Chapter Rating: T

Warnings: canon-typical violence, graphic description of injury, language

Word Count: 6.2k words

The night breeze gently whispered in through the curtains in Senna’s office, seemingly peaceful despite the quiet chaos erupting inside. 

Senna had changed into clothes meant for travel and was currently working on backing up all of the data they’d gathered, transferring files from her holocomputer onto her datapad while simultaneously breaking down any and all hardware that she could. It had shattered her heart to disassemble the comm node she’d spent so much time on for the conference, but they were operating under the assumption that their dwelling would be searched, and the comm node would only serve as a clue as to what they’d been doing on Lothal. 

Exhaustion was starting to weigh her down, but the memory of Fisk’s triumphant smirk haunted her, driving her forward. 

He can’t win. I can’t let him. 

She was also still fuming at Rex. He’d been certain that waiting for leadership to send a pick-up was the correct move, seemingly fearful that if they ran, it’d confirm Fisk’s suspicions and give him a reason to pursue them. But every second that ticked by seemed to wind Senna more tightly. Between every breath, she could feel herself bracing for a detonator to go off outside or for a squad of stormtroopers to kick in the door. It felt as though she was in a trash compactor, and the walls were steadily closing in around them. 

In order to settle her mind, she started inventorying her go-bag yet again. The first week they were on Lothal, Rex had walked her through what to pack in it, just in case they ever needed to make a hasty escape. Back then, they’d still somewhat been at odds. He’d been annoyed, thinking she wasn’t taking it seriously enough. In reality, she had thought he was being a bit paranoid this early on in their posting, but more than anything, she was teasing him for sport. A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth as she tucked her favorite spanner wrench into the side of the bag. 

“You’re packing too many tools. A go-bag should only be essentials.” 

“A good wrench is essential, Captain. Do you have any idea how hard it is to find one that feels right in your hand? Plus this one has an extra joint that allows me to manipulate it in tight spaces and–”

“Fine. You can keep the spanner wrench. But then you can’t take your welder.” 

“I’m taking the welder. And you’re more than welcome to try and stop me. But in my experience, they can also be used as weapons. So, you know, at your own risk.” 

She could still hear Rex’s frustrated sigh echoing in that moment, and something in her chest clenched. 

Things were so different then.

Her fingers absently traced the patch over her blaster wound on her abdomen again. She wasn’t certain if it was because Fisk had pressed into it or just the knowledge that it was what had given them away, but it had been throbbing steadily ever since they’d returned home, reminding her it was there. It made concentrating on anything for too long difficult. 

Satisfied that she was as prepared as she could be, her eyes roamed over the room one more time. It looked closer to the way it had been prior to Empire Day, with parts and random hardware covering nearly every inch of the floor aside from a narrow trail she’d left clear to and from the door. Despite the night being unseasonably cool, she could feel sweat trickling down her back in between her shoulder blades, leaving an uncomfortably damp spot on the back of her shirt. She could hear Rex shuffling around downstairs, occasionally banging something closed or swearing under his breath. 

He’s just as nervous as I am. Even if he’s trying to pretend he’s not.

Flexing her fingers, Senna glanced over at the holocomputer’s display. It still had a few more minutes before the back-up was complete. She searched her mental checklist for anything else she could possibly do while she waited, anything to distract her from her fraying nerves. She’d been so busy worrying about everything else, she hadn’t had much time to even dwell on the fact that each second that ticked away was depleting the amount of time she had left with Rex. Senna violently shook her head. 

You can worry about that after you both get out of here alive and without being captured. 

She sighed forcefully, trying to dispel the sudden tightness in her chest.

There’ll be time to grieve what you lost later. 

Burying her face in her hands, Senna unleashed a shuddering breath. 

Nothing to do but wait. 

It had been a long time since she’d attempted to meditate, but as she continued to struggle to calm her mind, she tipped her head back and stared at the ceiling. 

It’s what Master Ti would recommend, even though she knew I hated it. 

That thought made the corner of her lips quirk slightly. She’d complained about meditation so much as a padawan, but her master had been patient. 

“I can hear you thinking, Senna.” 

She popped an eye open to sneak a glance at her master. The Togruta’s eyes were still closed, but her mouth was turned upwards in a knowing smile. Even sitting on the floor next to her padawan, Shaak Ti had an inexplicable grace about her, an elegance even in her simple Jedi robes that intimidated Senna and left her in awe. 

“What are you designing this time?” Shaak Ti asked.

“Not designing. Optimizing,” Senna mumbled.

Her master chuckled. “Do you think it will not still be there when we’re done?”

“No, but I’ll maybe have a solution then, so I can fix it right away.” 

Shaak Ti’s sharp, bright eyes had opened then, gazing at her padawan. “Meditation is meant to be when you commune with the Force, Senna. It’s when you connect to the living things around you.” 

Senna rubbed her face in frustration. “But to me, a ship is a living thing. So is all tech, droids especially. Things that come to life in the palm of my hand. All it takes is power. The electrical kind,” she clarified. 

Her master’s smile didn’t falter as she studied her padawan. “That may be, but the way you commune with those living things is very different from how we connect with the Force. Isn’t it?” 

The young padawan considered it for a moment before nodding slowly. “I guess that’s true.” 

“And would you also agree it’s important to connect with both forms of life if you wish to be a Jedi?”

Senna shrugged her shoulders. “I’m not as good at the other connections. With people.”

“I don’t think that’s true. You’re quite skilled at tapping into a living being’s mental state. Your gift first manifested as an extreme empathy, is that not so?”

“It is,” the young girl conceded. “But people are hard. Even if I can feel how they feel, I still don’t always understand them. I don’t always do the right things or respond the right way.” She picked at a fingernail. “Machines and tech make more sense.” 

Master Ti nodded. “You do excel with tech. There is no question of that. But while all of us excel at different things, does that mean that we should back away from the things that challenge us?” 

Senna huffed a sigh. “I guess not.” 

The Togruta Jedi master smiled. “And since when have you ever backed down from a challenge?” 

The padawan met her master’s gaze and returned her smile. 

Shaak Ti’s eyes crinkled as her smile deepened. 

“Now, let’s try again.” 

Back on Lothal, Senna hugged her arms around herself as she basked in the memory. She missed her master. Most former padawans were still able to access their masters throughout their life, seeking additional guidance or advice when it was needed. But that was a privilege Senna and every other Jedi had been robbed of with Order 66. She would never walk with her master in the temple gardens again, would never share a cup of tea with her. 

But what better way to honor her than to use what she was able to teach me? 

Senna reached for the carved wooden box on her desk, exhaling slowly as her fingers traced the patterns on the outside. 

It’s time. 

Before she could overthink it, she undid the latch, flipping the lid open. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of her lightsaber. The memories of Kashyyyk felt as though they were looming, but she squeezed her eyes shut, banishing them to the back of her mind. 

No more. Not tonight. 

Her hand was trembling as she reached for the familiar hilt, and she clenched her fist to steady herself, exhaling sharply through her nose. 

Not tonight.

Her fingers wrapped around the lightsaber, and she lifted it out of the box. The weight felt right in her palm, as if she’d been born to hold this weapon. In a sense, she supposed that was true. Her finger found the switch, and she clicked it on. The blade fizzled to life, casting the entire room in a sheen of light blue. The hum was so familiar and comforting, it almost made Senna cry. She released a breath she hadn't realized she’d been holding as she rotated her wrist, slowly moving the blade in a slow curve. Already, she could feel the warmth of the Force reaching out towards her tentatively, tendrils hoping to embrace her if she’d only allow them to. Closing her eyes, she reached back. 

It still didn’t come easily. The static feeling was still present, and she furrowed her brows in concentration, reaching harder. 

Something’s still holding you back.

Senna powered down the blade, huffing in frustration. She blew a wisp of hair out of her eyes, staring down at the hilt in her hand. In the back of her mind, she could almost hear her master’s warm chuckle once more. She laughed softly to herself. 

Maybe it’s time to give some meditation a try. If nothing else, to amuse my master, wherever she is now. 

Clearing a space on the floor, she sat cross-legged and placed her lightsaber on the floor in front of her, closing her eyes and trying to calm her racing mind. Gradually, she slowed her breathing and reached out once more, searching for the last remnants of the wall she’d placed between herself and the Force to see if she could disassemble it. It had been arduous to put in place a year ago, but necessary. Now, she tried not to grow impatient and frustrated as she reached out blindly. 

It’s not a screw to be loosened or a panel to be removed. It’s not that simple. It wasn’t supposed to be. 

The Force surrounded her, but it felt as though every time she reached towards it, it danced just out of reach. 

What do you fear? 

The question popped into her mind unbidden, in her own voice. Her eyes snapped open. 

“Is it fear?” she asked herself softly.

Nothing in the room stirred. 

What is there to fear? 

It wasn’t hard to come up with a fairly extensive list with minimal thought. 

Not being able to connect anymore. Not in the way I did before. It opens me up to danger. It endangers Rex. 

There it is. 

Senna huffed, rubbing her hands over her face.  

But once we leave Lothal, you won’t have Rex. You’ll just have yourself. 

And that will have to be enough. 

She was tired of running from her past, tired of mourning a life she’d lost. 

It’s time. 

Closing her eyes again, Senna reached out once more. 

Let go.

She felt the life around her, the plants, Rex continuing to move about downstairs…

Wait.

And at least two dozen beings outside of the dwelling, heartbeats accelerating with every passing second. 

 No. 

She gasped and her eyes snapped open. Steadying her breathing, she reached out through the Force again. 

Kriff. 

Senna scrambled from her sitting position, creeping to the window and peeling back a sliver of curtain. Both of the Lothal moons were high in the sky, illuminating the street below. She scanned the courtyard and saw nothing out of place, but when her eyes landed beyond the outer wall of the compound, she caught the unmistakable glint of stormtrooper helmets, crouching just behind the wall, pulses hammering under plastoid. 

It’s only been a few hours. We should have had more time. 

She ducked back against the wall, carefully closing the window and allowing the curtain to fall back into place. Anger and frustration surged through her as she ground the heels of her palms into her eyes. 

Think. 

A soft chime caught her attention, and she saw that the back-up had finished on the computer. 

You’ve got to move. 

She disconnected her datapad with shaking hands before scrambling to snatch her commlink off of the desk. 

“Rex, you there?” she whispered frantically. 

“What is it?” Even through the commlink, his voice was tight. She couldn’t tell if it was annoyance or stress or something else, but right now, she didn’t have time to examine it.

Senna held the commlink to her lips as she tried to shove the datapad into her go-bag with one hand. 

“Keep your voice down. Imps are outside. We’ve got to go now.”

She could practically feel the shift in his voice, the captain re-emerging to command the situation. 

“How many?”

The datapad slipped from her grasp and clattered to the floor. She swore under her breath before finally managing to shove it into the main pocket of the bag, zipping it closed. 

“Roughly a dozen waiting just outside the perimeter wall. I’m not sure what they’re waiting on, but they’re going to be coming any second. Fisk must have more pull than we thought. I’m done backing up and breaking down except for the computer, but we’ve got to go.”

“You got your blaster up there with you?” he asked. 

She grabbed the weapon off of the floor where she’d kicked it earlier, slipping it into a holster on her hip before she swiped her lightsaber up and clipped it to her belt. 

Only as a last resort.

“I’m armed. Just need to grab my jacket and I’m good.” 

“Alright. Don’t forget to take the detonator when you go.”

They had rigged the house to blow in case they needed a diversion, and it had the added bonus of destroying the holocomputer Senna hadn’t had time to disassemble. It was intended to be another last resort, only drawing that much attention if there were no other options, but tonight, it felt as if any alternatives were quickly disappearing, and they’d need any advantage to get out unscathed. Senna strode over to the holocomputer, punching in a full-system wipe command. She knew she wouldn’t have time to wait and see if it completed.

Her comm crackled to life in her hand again as she carefully removed the detonator from its hiding place in her desk drawer and slipped it into her pocket. “I don’t know if they’ve got us surrounded all the way, but they’ve definitely got at least two squadrons. I see another group coming around the back corner of the house.” Rex’s voice was still steady, a comforting even tone.

“That’ll be the other dozen,” she muttered, her heart beginning to thud in her chest. “Great.” 

Slipping her jacket on, she pulled her bag over her shoulders and picked her way out of the room, glancing back one more time at the place that had been her workshop for the last several months. A pang of sadness settled into her chest, and she tapped the doorframe in farewell. 

Thanks for everything. 

Rex’s voice on the comm interrupted her sentiments. “Is the speeder bike working?” 

“Yeah, it should be good. Have they noticed it yet?” she whispered back into her comm.

“Doesn’t look like it. They’re bypassing the shed and heading straight for the back door.”

She thought for a moment. “They may not know it’s ours since it's detached. If you come up here, we should be able to climb out my bedroom window, and maybe sneak across the roof and drop down by the shed. The roof slants towards the street, so if we stay low enough, we might be able to get over there without being seen.”

He didn’t argue with her this time. “Alright, be right there.”

Senna made her way down the hall on tiptoe, patting her pockets and belt one last time to make sure she hadn’t forgotten anything. 

Blaster. Lightsaber. Datapad. 

A few seconds later, Rex materialized at her bedroom door, handing her his pack to hold while he pulled his cloak on. She searched his eyes and found the same urgency she felt reflected back at her, but there was also an assuredness that brought her comfort. Rex knew what he was doing, and he was going to execute everything as precisely as he could. It reassured her slightly. 

No wonder he got a command so fast.

Quickly and quietly, they snuck through her bedroom, trying their best to not even allow a floorboard to creak. Their breathing sounded incredibly loud, only drowned out by the sound of Senna’s blood pounding in her ears. Rex crouched by the window, peeking out carefully, and she quietly followed suit, bracing one hand on his back as she peered over his shoulder. He stiffened, but didn’t say anything. 

From their vantage point, they could see the second squad of stormtroopers sneaking into the back yard, blasters trained on the rear entrance of the dwelling. 

“No Fisk,” she whispered into Rex’s ear. 

“Did you see him out front?” 

“No.”

“Doesn’t mean he’s not here. Keep your head on a swivel.” 

Senna nodded, swallowing hard. Rex turned, and she flushed with embarrassment at the realization that he must have heard her nervous gulp, but he reached back, gripping her knee and giving it a squeeze. 

“We’re going to be fine,” he whispered. “Just keep your trigger finger tight and stay close.” He met her eyes and gave her a tight smile. Senna grabbed his hand, squeezing it back. 

“Will do.” 

He paused. “Also, you were right. I’m sorry.”

She stared at him for a moment before breaking into a stifled snicker. “I’ll be sure to gloat at a more appropriate time.”

He huffed. 

Senna patted his shoulder gently. “Even I didn’t think they’d get here this fast, Rex. We’d be in the same spot either way.” 

She wasn’t sure if her words comforted him at all, but he gave her a stiff nod. 

Carefully, Rex eased the window open that led onto the roof. The cool night air tickled Senna’s cheeks, and she shivered involuntarily. Neither squadron had entered the dwelling yet, and briefly, Senna wondered what they were waiting for. 

It doesn’t matter. Just get moving.

Rex pulled himself onto the roof, crouching low and reaching a hand back to Senna to help her out. The tiles were uneven and slippery, and it took another painstaking moment for Senna’s boot to find purchase. She reached back to close the window, but Rex gripped her arm, shaking his head. 

Leave it, he mouthed. 

She nodded, and the two of them flattened themselves against the roof. The tiles dug into Senna’s knees, hips, and elbows with a biting cold, but she ignored it, following Rex’s lead as he slowly began crawling forward towards the outer wall. Every clink of the tile or shuffle of their clothes sent adrenaline dumping into Senna’s system, making her even more certain they were about to be discovered. 

About halfway across the roof, they heard the blast of a detonator as the doors of their dwelling were breached. A few seconds later, the sound of shouting filled the house.

Rex pushed himself to his feet, reaching down to pull Senna up as well. “Better hurry,” he whispered. They ducked low, picking their way across the treacherous tiles as quickly as they could.

Suddenly, blaster fire erupted from the window behind them. A bolt whizzed close enough by Senna’s face that she could feel the heat from it. 

“There they are! Blast them!”

Rex swung around, pushing Senna behind him as he raised his blaster. She fumbled for the gun at her hip just as Rex’s foot slipped, and Senna heard him grunt as he lost his balance. She gripped his waist, trying to steady him, and his fingers locked around her forearm. He had just barely regained his footing when a stormtrooper ducked through the window and took aim at him. Time slowed down as Senna watched two bolts erupt from the muzzle of the E-11, one striking Rex in his right knee, and the other grazing his thigh. He shouted a curse and shuddered against her, his returning fire wildly peppering the wall of the house near the window as he fell, slipping out of her grasp. His forehead made contact with the hard tiles with a sickening crack. A scream caught in Senna’s throat as Rex slid towards the edge of the roof.

No.

Her heart felt like it stopped beating as she flung her hand out instinctively. 

Please no. 

The warmth rushed through her veins, just as it had when she’d confronted Fisk, just as it had for her entire life until a year ago. Time slowed as Rex clawed at the tiles, trying to find purchase. His eyes met hers as his waist slid over the edge.

“HANG ON!” 

Her blood sang, and she gasped, but she had him, she could feel it, could feel him. 

Another blaster bolt flew by her head, and she ducked enough for it to miss, leaving the smell of singed hair in its wake. She focused on keeping hold of Rex as she reholstered her blaster, instead pulling her lightsaber from her belt. Her thumb grazed the power button, and the saber hummed to life in her hand. 

“SHE’S THE JEDI!” 

Yes I fucking am. 

Senna wrenched her arm with all of her might, pulling Rex back up and onto the roof as much as she could. Her senses tingled, and she raised her lightsaber in time to block a blaster bolt aimed at her chest. She snarled at the stormtroopers as she threw the hand holding her lightsaber forward, pushing two of the troopers that had made it out the window off of the roof. Her arms shook as she kept her hold on Rex, pulling him closer in between deflecting blaster fire. Her fighting form was sloppy, and she knew it, but survival trumped technique in the moment. Senna’s saber hummed as she cut a wide arc, sending at least one bolt back through the window. She jerked Rex towards her again, and this time, she felt him land at her feet. 

Another blaster bolt erupted from near her ankles, and Senna allowed herself a quick glance down. Even in his current state, Rex had his blaster raised and was returning fire, blinking blood from the cut on his forehead out of his eyes. 

“Can you stand?” she shouted over the din.

“Maybe.” His teeth were clenched, and she could see a vein throbbing at his temple. She’d never seen Rex hurt before, and it made anger thrum through her. She banished the urge to embrace that rage, that hatred, instead reaching down towards him.“Grab my belt and haul yourself up! We’ve got to go!” she yelled. 

Rex clasped her hand, squeezing it lightly even now. He cursed loudly as he dragged himself to a standing position, wrapping one arm around her shoulders to support himself. Senna slid her free hand around his waist, slipping her fingers under his belt to hold him up.

“BACK UP.”

She began pushing him towards the edge of the roof, continuing to deflect blaster fire while Rex managed to pick off at least two assailants with his DL-44. The stormtroopers were pouring out into the yard now, having realized their targets were already outside. 

“How many did he fucking bring?” Senna muttered under her breath, sweat trickling from her brow as her muscles and joints screamed in protest under Rex’s weight and the strain of keeping her balance on the roof. 

“Dunno, but I can take out a few more,” Rex gritted out. Quickly, he reholstered his weapon and reached into a pouch at his side, grabbing a thermal detonator and flinging it down into the yard. The blast sent the half dozen stormtroopers that had gathered flying, their screams cutting through the night as smoke filled the air. 

Senna was gasping for breath as she held Rex up, trying to tread carefully on foot placement as they backed towards the edge of the roof. The smoke had obscured them from view from the troopers in the yard, but that didn’t stop them from firing wildly at where they thought their two fugitives might be. 

Just a little further. 

As they reached the edge of the roof, the narrow gap between the wall and the shed stretched out below them. Senna glanced down, trying not to think about how far the fall was. Rex’s eyes met hers. 

“Sorry about this,” she gasped.

Without giving herself another moment to think about it, she tipped backwards and pulled Rex off of the roof with her. She heard him inhale sharply, and briefly, she felt wild laughter bubbling up in her at his surprise. 

He’s going to kill me later. If there is a later.

Deactivating her lightsaber in the air, Senna tried as hard as she could to push away from the ground with the Force to cushion their landing. They still wound up in a heap, but at least not any more injured from what she could tell. Rex was groaning and swearing.

“Why don’t you ever just ask me to karking jump?” 

Clipping her saber back onto her belt, Senna ignored his muttering and grabbed him under his arms, roughly dragging him towards the entrance to the shed. The stormtroopers were already running into the alley, shouting at them to stop. 

Just keep surviving one more minute, Senna thought to herself. If you do that enough times, you might live to see another day. 

Once she and Rex were both inside the shed, Senna slammed the door shut behind them, locking it and busting the control panel with her fist to keep it sealed for a few moments. She helped Rex onto the speeder bike, settling herself in front of him to drive. He wrapped an arm around her waist, and she reached down, resting her hand against his forearm. They paused for a moment, the only sounds the two of them catching their breath in the deafening silence of the shed. 

“Got your blaster out?” Senna asked.

“Yup,” he grunted into her ear.

Stormtroopers pounded on the door they’d just come through, shouting commands that all blended together into an indecipherable cacophony.

“Alright, let’s see if we can get through this,” Senna whispered, trying to hide the tremor in her hands.

“Another tall order,” Rex said through clenched teeth.

“That’s unfortunately becoming a trend with us,” she muttered.

“This one’s the tallest.” 

She hummed in agreement, unsure of how else to respond. She could hear the sadness in Rex’s voice, and her chest clenched as she realized he was implying there was a chance these were their last moments together. They could already hear the stormtroopers lining up in front of the main door outside, ready to capture or kill them.

How silly all of this is, Senna thought. All of that pushback and wanting to keep him safe, and now here we are. About to die together. And I never–

“You’re surrounded! Come out with your hands in the air!” A smug voice rang out through the door, muffled but still painfully recognizable. Senna’s lip curled reflexively. 

Fisk.

The anger in her shifted to helpless disappointment.

He’s going to win. 

Her mind raced, but no better alternative to their current predicament presented itself. Senna felt her breath catch in her throat, and she fought the urge to scream in frustration.

This might be it. 

She turned around and looked at Rex. There was a pinch between his brows, and his eyes were sad. Even with the blood and dirt smeared across his face, his eyes still burned fiercely as they found hers in the dark. Her heart fluttered.

You never told him. 

But to tell him now that she loved him, to tell him all of the things she’d been withholding felt like a concession, like she’d accepted that they were going to be captured or killed. And that wasn’t something Senna was ready to do. Instead, she grabbed Rex by the back of the head and urgently pressed her lips to his. She felt him stiffen at first with surprise before relaxing into the kiss, reaching his fingers up to touch the side of her face with the same gentleness she’d come to know as inherently him. The same gentleness she’d fallen in love with. Her eyes burned as she stifled the sob welling up within her. 

She wanted to stay there forever, pretending it was just the two of them, but time was short. The odds were stacked against them in almost every way, but she was too stubborn to give up yet. 

“And since when have you ever backed down from a challenge?” her master’s voice echoed in her mind.

She pulled herself away from the kiss, resting her forehead against Rex’s for another heartbeat. 

“Just in case,” she whispered. 

“Sure,” he agreed, the corners of his mouth tugging into a smile. “But we’re going to talk about this later.”

She allowed herself a small smile before turning back around. 

“So, I assume you’ve got at least one bad idea,” he said quietly. “You always have one of those.”

“One bad idea is better than no ideas,” Senna countered. Reaching down, she started the bike. “Got any smoke grenades?” 

“Don’t I always?” he joked, grimacing as he reached into his supply pouch again and pulled two explosives back out.

“Alright, as soon as the door opens, toss them under. Maybe that’ll obscure us enough to get through the welcome committee waiting for us.”

“You want a distraction?” he asked. “Why not use the detonator?”

She’d almost completely forgotten about the small remote in her pocket, but adding it to her idea seemingly upgraded it to at least ‘half-baked plan’ status in her mind. 

“You’re absolutely right,” she laughed, pulling the detonator from her pocket. “Alright, big explosion, smoke bombs under the door, drive like a mynock out of hell, and shoot back when they shoot. Any questions?”

Rex chuckled quietly, and the rumble against her warmed her from the inside out. “None from me.”

She took one last deep breath. “Ready?”

“Ready.”

She armed the detonator and pressed the button. The entire shed shuddered and a bright flash briefly illuminated the inside of it as their entire dwelling exploded, completely destroying the place they’d called home for the last few months. Hearing shouts of confusion outside, Senna reached out with the Force to press the button that opened the shed’s main door. The door began sliding up with a groan, and Rex quickly tossed the grenades underneath as soon as the gap was large enough. 

Here we go.

The world around them erupted in blaster fire and smoke as the door slid up. Senna gunned the engine, and as soon as the door was high enough for them to duck under, they rocketed forward. A blaster bolt grazed her left shoulder as they shot out into the chaos, but she ignored it, grabbing her lightsaber and reigniting it again to deflect and blindly cut through as much as she could. There were shouts and screams as Rex’s blaster rang in her ear, the grip around her waist tightening as he whipped the weapon back and forth to cover a wide area with fire. 

Senna felt her heart pounding so hard she thought it would burst through her chest as they tore through the squadron of stormtroopers, running into one head-on with the bike. She heard the sickening thud and grunt as his body hit the front panel and dropped to the ground, leaving a scuff of white plastoid and blood on the bike’s paneling. 

Just survive another minute.

It felt like an eternity, but it was a fraction of a second before they burst out of the smoke, the blaster fire continuing to chase them as they sped away. She didn’t even have time to look over her shoulder at the smoldering wreckage that had once been their dwelling.

“Atta girl,” Rex shouted in her ear. 

Her heart soared. 

Senna tucked her lightsaber back onto her belt as she heard the whine of speeder bikes fire up behind them. Rex turned and shot backwards into the fray. 

“Are we being chased?” she shouted.

“Yup, got three bikes in pursuit,” he confirmed. 

Kriff.

“Alright, let’s see if we can make it out of town and lose them in the grasslands.” 

Senna wove in and out of the city’s streets, the bolts from their pursuers peppering the buildings and the ground around them. She felt the heat of one that got especially close to her shoulder as it winged by and slammed into a wall ahead of them. 

Kriffing transport-grade weaponry. Those pack a punch.

Suddenly, she turned left and saw the edge of the township, the streets and buildings giving way to unpaved grassland. The yellowing grass stood high enough in some places to where they would be able to be hidden from view.

If we can just make it that far. We’re so close.

She heard an explosion behind them and saw the buildings around them briefly illuminate as Rex whooped loudly. 

“Still got all three?” she yelled.

“No, I managed to hit one,” he replied with a tone that could only be described as cheerful. It made Senna smile. “Now we’re just down to the last–“

Rex gasped suddenly, and his body shuddered against her before she felt him go limp. His weapon flew from his hand and clattered against the pavement as they sped onwards.

“REX!” Senna screamed, feeling his grip around her waist loosen. She frantically grabbed his arm to hold him to her while she steered.

“REX PLEASE ANSWER ME!” 

Her pleas were met with silence. 

No. No. No. No. 

She inhaled sharply. 

Think. He needs you to think right now.

Rex had been their rear defense, but now the Imperials were free to shoot at them unhindered. He’d undoubtedly take another blast if she didn’t stop them, or they’d hit the bike, and everything would go to hell from there.

No. 

Senna swung the bike around so that it was facing their assailants, slamming on the brakes. As gently as she could, she eased Rex forward so that he was slumped over the handlebars, and then she leapt from the bike, igniting her lightsaber in the air. 

The first stormtrooper had no time to react as she came down on his speeder, cleanly slicing it and him in two. The second one was further back and had time to respond, firing at her as she charged forward. She deflected blast after blast with ease, her eyes burning and her saber humming in her hand. She felt the anger and hatred seep into her veins, the cold trickle in her blood that she’d felt on Empire Day, and in that moment, did not fight it. 

I’ve come this far. They’re not taking one more person from me. 

“COME ON!” she screamed at the approaching trooper. “COME AND GET ME!” 

She was running straight at the approaching bike now, her hair flying wildly behind her. If the trooper was concerned about a Jedi running full-speed at him, he didn’t show it, hunkering down further behind his handlebars. 

Senna seethed.

Fuck you.

Just as the bike was about to hit her, Senna dropped to her knees, sliding along the pavement. The cobblestones tore at her knees through the fabric of her leggings, leaving her with torn skin and bloodied bruises that she hardly registered. She held her lightsaber skyward, neatly slicing the bike in half along its length. The halves flew over her, searing her cheek as she turned her head and pressed herself against the ground. The bike’s pieces clattered loudly against the street, and the mangled body of the stormtrooper rolled away from her. For just one second, she allowed herself to sink against the pavement, trying to catch her breath before a voice in the back of her mind started screaming. 

RUN! 

Quickly, Senna stood, ignoring the stinging and warmth of her bloodied knees as she listened for more bikes. She could hear them in the distance, but she and Rex would be long gone by the time their pursuers reached this spot.

Senna ran back to her speeder bike. She wanted to check Rex fully, but there was no time. She pushed his body forward so that she would be able to steer, albeit clumsily, and hopped on behind him, caging him in with her arms to hold him in place. Gunning the engine, she reached out with the Force, searching for Rex in it. She breathed a sigh of relief as she felt him, still there.

But fading fast. 

“Please hang on, Rex,” she whispered as she turned the bike towards the grass and sped off into the night.

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[whumping-valentine]

🦌 Fawn and Hunter - Part 3 🦌

"Restless Nights"

Content: Paranoid whumpee, fear of being SAed, uhhh idk this is mostly setup for the next chapter which will be much more whumpy.

1,100 words

(Not) continuing on with my part-a-day challenge (to the fullest) but I'll try to get a part out on the regular! Congrats, you now know what I'm like as a content creator! Rule of thumb, if I ever say "I'll try to—" or "I will be—" you can count on me to never deliver!

However, in my own defense, I've been working my job a shit ton recently, and am also working on a 12 book series, and also working on the series for Valentine that I'll be posting here, and drawing a lot, so I'm pretty busy, lol. But as always, excuse my writing quality for this mini series, I just shit these out into Google Docs and then copy and paste them here.

With that said, I humbly bring you all part 3! The next part is where the whump is really gonna start coming through, so stay tuned for that (and the eventual off-the-rails plot I thought of at 3 am while trying to sleep)

       Fawn was in a state of shock, and they knew it, too. They didn’t feel very much besides the anxiety that coursed through their veins. They should be frightened, and feel disgusted. They should be crying, and panicking, and trying to find a way out. Yet all they could do was sit up right on the old dirty mattress, hugging their knees to their chest as they stared into the pitch black darkness of Hunter’s basement.

       Eventually they fell back against the mattress, hands over their chest as their heart beat wildly, yet they felt nothing. Not even tired. Sleep was nowhere near on their mind. All they could think about was their own stupidity. How they managed to walk right into a psychopath’s literal trap. Thoughts of the future wavered through their mind, and none of the scenarios were favorable.

       Were they going to be killed? No, Hunter alluded to it, but said they were too pretty, whatever the hell that means. Was that really the only thing keeping them alive? What if they accidentally piss them off? What if they grow bored of them? But… What do they even want with them in the first place? Something nice to look at? A pretty pet? Where they going to be raped? They didn’t even want to consider the thought.

       Fawn couldn’t hear a single sound other than the sound of their own breathing and heartbeat. They couldn't even see their own hands in front of them. There were no windows, no connections to the outside world. It was sensory deprived hell, and as the minutes ticked away they felt like they were going insane.

       They couldn’t take it anymore, and sat up, slowly getting up to stand on their one good foot. They wobbled and felt weak, but once they got their footing they slowly hopped to where they saw the light string. Reaching out blindly in the darkness, they felt it in their hands, and pulled it. A click rang through the air, and the basement was illuminated, albeit dimly, but they could at least see.

       The basement was full of all kinds of clutter, like tools, weapons, boxes, taxidermied animals, bones, fur rugs, and mounted animal heads. There were a bunch of spiders, cobwebs, and cockroaches scurrying around. Good thing they weren't afraid of bugs. At least they had some company.

       The mattress was torn and covered in blood and dirt. Lots of dried blood, actually. How many others were here before them? How many others spent their last nights on this same, tattered bed? It all felt too surreal. It couldn't be real. This was a horror movie, or a true crime documentary in the making, and they were the next subject. Why them of all people? Life isn't fair.

They began to carefully and quietly sift through the various things Hunter kept down there. Looking through the boxes, opening drawers, peeking behind furniture. Inside a metal cabinet were multiple folders and papers. The papers being....

       ...Missing posters?

First came confusion, then came the wide eyed terror and the sinking of their heart. In shock their shaking hands dropped the papers, and when they got their bearings, picked them back up, examining them.

       There were some from different places, but most of them came from the same nearby town that Fawn had just moved to. They could recall seeing some of them around town, or in newspaper ads. Even conversations with the locals about how people often go missing... The oldest one of the bunch was ten years ago. The most recent was only from 6 months ago.

       Fawn felt sick to their stomach. Asking how many people were here before them was supposed to just be rhetorical.

       Fawn grabbed a knife that was sitting on one of the tables, and turned out the lights. It was old and rusted, but just having a weapon in their hands at least gave them the illusion of safety. They clutched it tightly in both of their hands, sitting on the mattress. They were restless and anxious, with their wide eyes staring towards the door in darkness. They could hear the floorboards creak above them, and they hoped and prayed Hunter wouldn't come back down the stairs.

       Especially if they thought they were asleep.

       Though much like Fawn, Hunter wasn't able to rest their eyes, either. However, while Fawn's may have been from fear, Hunter was far too excited. They tossed and turned, but all they could think about was their latest victim. When they remembered they had a bag with them that they removed, they jumped out of bed immediately.

       Moonlight was shining through the trees, seeping into the decrepit cabin through cracked and boarded up windows. Hunter went to the kitchen and picked Fawn's bag up off of the floor, curious to rummage through their things.

       It was filled with snacks and water bottles. There was a change of clothes, a pocket knife, a book on plant identification, binoculars, and finally, they hit the jackpot. A phone with no passcode! Just who was their little Fawn, really?

       Their lockscreen was a photo of two cats cuddling, looking like they took it themself at a shelter. Much to Hunter's dismay, it didn't seem like they had any social medias, but they did have lots of things in their gallery!… though they were mostly just photos of animals. They couldn't find a real name or anything that was truly personal.

       It wouldn't matter much even if they did have socials, because there was no signal out here. It wouldn't connect to the internet. Maybe they had something in their calendar?... no, nothing. No birthdays or events, except for some things relating to the Animal shelter. 

       Their phone was so void of anything that it was almost frustrating. Either they didn't use technology much, or they had absolutely nothing going on in their life besides their volunteer work. I mean, they didn't even have a passcode, Hunter was disappointed, to say the least.

      A weak knock coming from the basement door startled them out of their dissatisfaction.

      "Uhh… Hunter?" A meek, muffled voice called.

      "What?"

       "I… have to pee."

      "Okay."

      "I need a bathroom."

       "No you don't. You have a change of clothes right here, you can change in the morning."

       "What?!" Fawn was appalled, "But—"

       "You should be happy you're alive and shut up. Piss on the floor and go to bed."

       "But—"

       "Piss on the floor and go to bed." Hunter repeated, much more stern. It was silent for a moment before quiet thumps could be heard limping down the stairs. Poor injured thing.

       Hunter had a feeling this recent capture was going to be quite an interesting one. They listen well enough, but don't seem to really grasp the situation they've found themself in. It wasn't a worry, that just meant training them was going to be all the more enjoyable.

       Hunter smiled.

       They were going to have fun tomorrow.

[alwaysgazing]

Hmmm, yes, I am intrigued. May I have more information about your "Made For War" AU?

Sure, I'd love to share more stuffs about MFW! (Though I'm not exactly sure what to share haha.) This is an AU that focuses more on relationships between individual characters and world building but I'm still developing the storyline inside my head. I made this AU like 9-7 years ago (Kinda abandoned it after I left fandom ) and I've only picked it up seriously last last month. Of course everything I say here is like subject to change. Now that i think about it, at the beginning MFW kinda focuses more on Gaster, Asgore, and Toriel's relationship and their relationship with Gaster's creations and children and vice versa. (this might not makes sense right now lol.) ALSO ALSO, this is an AU not an alternate timeline (Though I will try to keep it as close to canon as I can) = *A long long time ago, humans and monsters lived in relative peace, the current ruler, King Gorgaroth did not think this peace would last so in preparation for a war he felt was inevitable he ordered the newly appointed royal scientist, W.D Gaster to make a weapon that would never tire, never weaken and be compromised by morals, a weapon who could withstand the persisting nature of human kind. *W.D Gaster in response had toiled in his lab day by day to create a weapon befitting the king's description, it was tantamount that he complete his first royal appointed task as royal scientist lest he prove himself incompetent. He had the blueprints and dreams, but it seems he did not have the skill to bring his creations to life, all of them just husks of what he invisioned. *On a day not particularly of note, W.D Gaster was graced with the presence of Prince Asgore, a rising star in the kingdom of monsters, handsome as he was skilled and kind. Prince Asgore offered to help W.D Gaster with his assigment. = *Turns out Prince Asgore was a godsend, W.D Gaster did not have the deep knowledge of the art of war and fighting like he had. It was quite enlightening as his prototypes had finally started moving on their own, thought they still lacked something. *A soul... or atleast a container of magic, afterall if his creation was going to be the symbol of monster kind in the battlefield, an unstoppable force, then his creation would have to be able to act like one. = Anywho sorry it took so long for me to reply lol, I was trying to figure out what I could say without revealing too much. ARC 1 (Conceptualization) -*Monsters and Humans living in relative peace* Gorgaroth: How about no? -Gaster makes a non-biological monster -Gaster and Asgore's relationship -Asgore and Toriel's relationship -Gaster and Toriel's relationship -Tyrant King Gorgaroth/ He became paranoid and obsessed with the implications of the DELTARUNE Myth. -Try not to add poly subtext (Fail) -Dehumanization/demonsterization(?) of a robot(?) It looks like a monster, holds magic like one, can even learn to feel (Debatable) without a soul. basically a monster but not actually. -Dawn of the first Human-Monster war (Monsters started instigating first). -Self fulfilling prophecy. -Profit(?) -One scene with Gaster giving Toriel and Asgore horn rings, making them promise to come back to him

ARC 2

-One scene with Asgore taking a hit for his not biological monster child(? does it count as a child when it was premade to be adult even though it has only existed for maybe 4-5 years?) even though said non-biological monster adult child has way tougher defenses and it technically deathless as long as they don't run out of magic or get hit with a death ray.

-He has a cool scar now!

-Toriel-Asgore badass battle couple with their strange highly capable and dangerous adult(?) robot/monster(?) child(?) -One scene with Toriel getting a scar as well, "We match now." smooth moves from Toriel.

-Monsters win the first Human-Monster War! yeyeyeyeyyee! -Gorgaroth is kinda humanphobic(?) -Gaster makes more non-biological monsters at the order of the king (He makes two).

-Smaller this time, his first creation was good as a AOE attacker and a tanker but this coming war requires subtlety -What Happened to the skeleton monsters? ( :( )

-You won't like the answer to that

-Cue Asgore coup d 'etat-ing his father. That's all I'll reveal for now.

[thecircularsystem]

Just... for once, I would like to go one year without someone spreading bullshit about me and my friends.

TW for harassment, sexual content, sui, paranoia, etc.

Okay. So.

I want to preface this with something.

I do not want any messages about this. I do not want to see a single message sent to Dude. I do not want to see a single message sent to Blue-Bubonic. I ESPECIALLY do not want a single message sent to Sophie, or Hal, or fucking Nox, or anyone, just keep this shit out of your mouths.

I am so, so tired of being caught in perpetual, triggering trauma. I am so, so tired of being accused of shit I never did, of things I never said, of things I don’t think or feel.

I made this post up because I’m delusional and paranoid. I hear that SAS spread rumors and my memory is different from that.

Am I lying? Am I wrong? Was I gaslit? Did I dream it? What if Blue is right? What if I’m a horrible person? What if I should die-

I’m so tired of it. So I have to go through, and dig back in, just like always, until my nails bleed from how hard I’m clinging to syscourse. And I’m trying to stop. Genuinely, firmly, I do not want to talk about this shit 24/7. I like aspects of it, but I’m tired.

Blue is not going to let it rest. More power to them — it’s obvious they need to get this out so that they can work on recovery. Good for them. I’m proud of them, genuinely, and I hope that their 100+ something page document helps them. It never helped me.

In the meantime, I need to talk about my trauma too. I need to get MY side out. That’s only fair.

This post isn't for syscourse. It isn't for drama. It isn't for spreading. Please leave us all alone. Let us get it out and then be done.

(Note: post has been edited to preserve someone’s privacy.)

The Problemaddtic Era

A year and a half ago (May 2023), a user by the name of Problemaddtic made a post. They had made several, many of which I found to be bad or in poor taste. This one took the cake though. That blog has since been terminated, by the internet is, of course, forever, as this drama unfortunately proves.

Here’s the post again. This time, with Dude of SAS fame’s rebuttal.

Problemaddtic posted this somewhat paranoia inducing post, which did trigger multiple people at that time. This post was posted to numerous tags, including endo safe tags. Many users spoke out about this, but primarily anti-endos. Many pro-endos didn’t bat an eye. I posted this.

Blue made the post unreblogable. Dude responded:

Upset about being called out, they started posting numerous things to the endo safe and pro-endo tags. The original post, if I remember correctly, was changed to feature an anatomical picture of a penis and balls, telling anti-endos to suck it. This meant anyone going to the post — or to public endo safe tags — would see it. I can’t find evidence of this, sadly; seems most syscoursers avoided reblogging that shit for obvious reasons. Here’s another example (with Dude’s response). Sophie warned people to block.

An anonymous pro-endo ask came to Dude about how Problemaddtic’s post was weaponizing their trauma. Dude once again offered his inbox as refuge and safety to vent. Here’s that post.

After this, problemaddtic retroactively added DNI banners to their posts. Here’s Dude and a mod on Sysboxes commenting on the box. Dude was calling out how the box did not protect problemaddtic from criticism, while the Sysboxes mod made fun of the box. Dude did not make fun of the box’s design directly, but rather, the purpose of the box.

Here’s another anon suggesting Problemaddtic is a troll, and Dude refuting that claim. Dude encouraged people not to judge all pro-endos by a single person’s actions.

Someone said that dude’s actions here were leaving a bad taste in their mouth. Here’s dude’s post in rebuttal, where he says he made fun of the DNI banner. I beg to differ, but sure, if Dude wants to say he did, crucify him for that if you really want to.

And finally, to cap off the Problemaddtic era: the Cock and Balls post that got a TW.

I’m not screenshotting it. It was genuinely quite triggering for many people. Hearing “that’s all your good for” in reference to sexual things? Way to echo what so many of our abusers have said. What Problemaddtic did was incredibly triggering for many users. Dude rightfully called them out for this.

Here’s someone who was hurt by the Problemaddtic post. Here’s someone who said it felt intentional.

Meanwhile, Dude’s posts at this time (beyond allowing anons to be heard) were comprised of cat pictures to cleanse the tags, and reblogs of positivity. After that last anon link, I cannot find reference to this drama again. Problemaddtic was terminated after many, many people reported the blog for the sexual content.

There was more at that time — I saw a few other posts about the drama that I skipped over from the tag, as well as knowledge that I went on an incredibly triggered ramble in a server I was part of warning people to avoid the tag. I don’t have access to that any longer so I can’t really share it.

Everyone moved on.

Blue-Bubonic Era

Sadly, I cannot seem to access an archive of Blue’s account. Trying to scroll back that far manually is not working, so I’m going to do what I can. Forgive me if I miss things, because tumblr's tag search is not the greatest.

Blue-Bubonic was revolving around the syscourse community for a little bit, reblogging SAS posts and generally staying mostly chill! I saw they were in syscourse, and I (somehow) immediately made the connection that this user was problemaddtic. This made me... incredibly uncomfortable. I just did my best to not engage much, as I really did not trust them not to explode as they had previously.

Apparently, I am one of the only individuals who knew who Blue was. Dude thought Blue was Elmani, actually, the "kill the anti-endo inside you" propaganda pusher. I hope Elmani's good wherever they ended up, it seems like they finally quit syscourse for good.

I believe Dude and Blue talked behind the scenes briefly. Dude had made the recent shift towards pro-endo. He was dealing with the aftermath of a catastrophic life changing event, one that he will always be dealing with the ramifications of, but which is still fresh. On my side of things, I was dealing with my first sessions of EMDR, chronic pink eye, multiple vacations (fun but stressful), and multiple traumaversaries on the horizon. We were all very, very tightly coiled, just doing our bests to stay calm and be gentle with ourselves.

On June 20th, Blue posted that they wanted to make a comprehensive document of why SophieinWonderland is "a shit person causing actual harm n hides behind the pro endo label when it comes to criticism regardless of which "side" is criticizing her."

Four days later, Blue posted that they had "Finished the draft, working on editing" and were "Thinking of letting some vet it before posting it publicly."

Discord Era

I can only speak about what I know.

Dude and me talk on Discord a lot. He shares things with me. For instance, that Sophie is a real breathing human person who has complimented me in private. Or that they talk, sometimes, way more than I would be brave enough to do (though knowing just snippets has made me actually able to respond to her again, and even reach out to her a bit. I'm happy to have more perspective now.)

He reached out to me, though, on June 26th, and said, "Want to take part in some Sophie drama?" And genuinely, I do want to see what's happening in terms of drama on tumblr. Especially since this took place after yet more insanely triggering posts from her. So I agreed.

Then Dude let me know he was adding me to a group chat with Blue and I said, "Oh boy. Alright." My heart sank. This was not going to end well.

It didn't!

Blue asked us to vet a document. I clicked into it and was immediately overwhelmed by the poor way the document was set up, the sheer amount of writing (the current iteration is 68k words), and the... lack of substance in that writing. I only looked briefly before immediately realizing just how triggering this would be for me. The last time I handled a long document like that, it was for the SN drama. It was when I was being accused of shit, callout posts that made me split a new part. I could not do this document or read more in that moment.

So I stopped, and said I would not be helping. I am not in the group chat any longer, but I do have the screenshots Blue took.

My point about callouts doing more harm: it would only lead to harassment, and it did. Not of Sophie, remarkably; I overestimated how much reach Blue's post would have. Instead, it led to Blue and Hal having all of Sophie's 2000 followers having their eyes on them. It wasn't fair and it wasn't right.

Sophie does make a lot of mistakes. A callout like this WAS exactly what she wanted, because it let her drag out the drama for Syscourse Points for over a month after it was posted. It let her attack "weak" (read: traumatizing) arguments for months, and really hurt my friend. The callout didn't help anything, just like I said it wouldn't.

I was too gentle about my last point. Keep my fucking friends out of your callout documents. Don't make callout documents at all. If you didn't experience, don't fucking talk about it, I'm tired of this shit. I have never once seen it end without the victims being hurt worse than they had been. I told myself it would be fine if you asked the victim for permission. Newsflash. It wasn't.

I didn't mention how fucking atrocious the points in the document were because, 1, I could barely remember after closing it, because my brain was actively trying to avoid Trigger Mode, and 2, because I didn't want to be too insulting to Blue. I mean, nobody likes hearing, "your formatting is shit, your points are largely nonsense, and for fucks sakes, it's spelled Syscourse, not SysCourse."

I did not want to be an asshole. So I politely and kindly dipped out, making my reservations known.

Blue did reach out to Hal, who gave permission for their blogs and past Sophiecourse Drama to be used in the document.

July 10th, Blue posted the Sophie document. A friend of mine (who I am keeping anonymous, since they seem to have mostly escaped this absolute bullshit) reached out to me and said: "We're going to make the call now: This will blow up in everyone's face and cause harm for everyone involved in the following days."

They were right.

I read through the entirety of the document over the following days. I do not remember most of it, particularly because the formatting is next to impossible for me to understand. It's simply too much. To (once again) quote my friend, "It felt like it was extremely bloated." I have to agree; much of this was trumped up or extended so long to make the document seem more intimidating, and by proxy, make Sophie seem worse. When people see 68k words, they shrug and say, "TL;DR Sophie is bad, got it." It's disingenuous.

I don't recall much also due to the fact that I am intensely triggered by this shit. Sophie is an insanely triggering topic for many people. Trying to read what she's done made me forget it all over again. I'm so tired of caring.

Anyways.

Sophie did what she does; she put Blue on blast for several months over several posts, ripping to shreds the document, triggering countless people.

Dude reached out to me and explained that he had promised a friend that, if this blew up, that he would "burn tumblr and sophie to the ground." And he couldn't. He fucking couldn't do that, because Sophie is a person, and he had just started to see that, and he was not ready to burn that bridge because of Blue's document.

So I took matters into my own hands. I called out Sophie's damage that she does. I called out that she's okay with it. I explained that Sophie is a person, as anyone else is, and that she is also Syscourse Incarnate. At the time, she was the most active syscourse blog, period, flat out. I also ripped into the document, because exactly what I was worried about was what happened.

Notably, in said post, Dude said he didn't blame the document author for any of this. I don't blame Blue either. The document did not cause Sophie to pull her triggering shit. Nobody is to blame for someone else’s actions. BUT FOR FUCKS SAKES. THE CALL TO ACTION ON THE POST WAS FOR PEOPLE TO BE FUCKING NICE TO EACH OTHER.

I predicted in that post that syscourse would get worse, and it did. I let people know that, if they stopped, they would be able to witness syscourse eat itself alive, and that's what happened.

Sigh.

I posted the post, and then posted my going away post. I was getting rid of my syscourse dedicated blogs, condensing, deleting, moving, archiving -- I WAS FUCKING DONE.

I also reached out to Blue to let them know I didn't blame them. They disregarded that and said my post was directly blaming them. I asked them to point out where I blamed them, and they said I "framed the situation" as blaming them. They blocked me, particularly it felt like because I wasn’t condemning Sophie enough. As if that would do anything at this point but feed her more attention.

I tried to leave! Blue brought me back, revealing I was a mod on SAS, which wasn't public information. They complained that I didn't mentally endanger myself to let them know why the document upset me so badly. Go figure, it was upsetting, so I didn't speak up.

I edited the original Blowing Up Syscourse Post to address Blue's post, which led to Dude later making a post that explained, "Wait, Blue-Bubonic wasn't the point of that post, THE POINT IS TO BE NICE AND STOP SYSCOURSING."

Nobody got the message.

Everyone continued to be assholes.

It got worse, just like I said it would.

Whatever The Fuck Era, Can We Move On?

Anyways, I was in the middle of moving at this point, with teaching suddenly being hell, EMDR falling through, suicidality spiking, relationship bumps, health scares -- genuinely, a lot of shit, none of which I owe you all. My therapist looked at me and told me I had to take time off work, because he didn't think I would survive until the end of the month. I looked him dead in the eyes and told him that if I took time off in October, it would lead to me killing myself.

That's where I've been these past few months.

Blue-Bubonic had some sort of drama with Noxsyscourse. I did not pay attention to most of it. I didn't want to pay attention to it. I just wanted to be left alone. I have so much more important shit than dealing with syscourse! I don't fucking stalk Blue's blog! I shouldn't have to write this shit!

But now we get to:

The Problemaddtic Plague

AKA, "The Plural Community Traumatized Us." That document Blue wrote strictly because Sophie is just such a monster that she needs to be deplatformed? Now includes me, nox, dude, sophie, I think Cambrian? I don't know, it's too many damn words for me to follow. I genuinely do not have the time to fucking reread the entire goddamn document. I cannot devote myself to someone else's blatant trauma spiral.

And yet, here I am, doing so, because I am at my limit.

Over the past few weeks, Blue has been having a very public meltdown on their blog about me and Dude's crimes. Primarily Dude, but the issues they have stem from my "Callout" of them. Reminder: I never once said their name in the original post. I did not focus on the callout, beyond saying it was poorly written. I only mentioned it as context for why Sophie's bullshit amped up.

I do not follow Blue, nor does Dude. Dude has been blocked for a very long time and does not look at Blue's blog. We were alerted to this by a very concerned friend. They wanted to warn me, October 23, that Blue was posting vitriol about Dude.

I'm not linking all of them here. These posts are very, very obviously a traumatized individual having a very public trauma spiral. They weren't tagged in main tags, and I can only thank God for that. However, I will address a few things from the 7 posts I can see about Dude.

My pronouns are They/Them. You repeatedly called me He/Him, and once They&, the latter of which can be incredibly triggering for my dissociation. Just... for future reference, for all those reading (which should not be Blue) -- I use They/Them.

Blue said they didn't WANT Dude to be nice, they NEEDED him to be nice. If you are this attached to an internet stranger for your emotional needs, then you are in desperate need of help. People online should not be your emotional crutch.

Blue did not "usher Dude into the pro-endo community." Blue welcomed him, along with hundreds of other people. Blue is not Dude's savior. They're a traumatized person, same as the rest of us, doing their best.

Nobody is weak for saying, "I'm too traumatized and fucked up to support this." Nobody is weak for saying, "The other side is a person too."

I did not publicly bash Blue. I never said their name. The document was bad in my eyes, but the post was not about Blue. It was about my friend, and the damage Sophie does, and the damage everyone in syscourse does, largely unintentionally -- though at this point, I have to think it's intentional.

Dude encouraged Blue to make the document which he told them he could not read, because he could not do it himself.

I do not "continue to bash Blue on SAS." I wrote a single post. One. Blue's the one who continues to bash us on their blog, writing post after post about me, when I have wanted nothing to do with them for months.

Someone can interact with a user who traumatized them, but still be too fucked up to work on a discourse filled triggering document. Those are two VERY different things.

Blue did post sexual content online. Blue DID post horrendous things. Dude did not get their blog terminated. They did that themselves, through their actions.

If years upon years of Dude fighting against Sophie and documenting her shit did not stop syscourse in its tracks to deplatform her, then Blue's document had no hope. To believe otherwise -- and furthermore, to blame Dude's lack of ability to work on a highly triggering thing on the document's failure -- is to be completely out of touch.

Anyways.

Me and Dude continued to ignore. We tried to keep Blue out of everything. We didn't want to draw attention to their public spiral. It was around this time, though, that I saw that the callout document was renamed, and that I was suddenly being listed as a traumatizer. Wonderful.

We still ignored it. Whatever, you know? People have spread lies about us since the day we became popular. Whatever. It's fine.

Nevermind that this is directly mimicking the trauma that Blue detailed about SN. Nevermind that this is exactly what happened before. Nevermind that we are trying to hold our tongues, just like last time, because we're trying to avoid once again retriggering a vulnerable person. Nevermind that we're both one step away from killing ourselves.

No, our feelings don't matter more than Blue's, clearly. And what does it matter, right? It's one person.

But then Blue decides to bring it up nearly a month later, in main tags, comparing Dude to Sophie, hurting everyone in the process. And then you started lying about what was happening, saying Dude still followed you.

Let's address that post briefly, actually.

The difference between Dude and Sophie's actions are that Sophie repeatedly brought it up to make fun of the trauma someone was experiencing, and to say that DNIs were pointless. Dude brought up Blue's DNI because it was added after Blue had already triggered half of syscourse, and Blue added it as some sort of shield for criticism. Dude was ignoring Blue's DNI because the DNI was being used in bad faith. Sophie was ignoring DNIs specifically to traumatize people (ahem, to "defend herself"). Those are not the same thing.

Blue did trigger CSA victims. That is not debatable; that is not something Blue can justify. "I only did it because I was triggered!" That's still not okay. That is still not justification.

Blue turned reblogs off on the post where they triggered anti-endos paranoia after it was already addressed and criticized. Blue then changed the post to have a cock and balls. This is bullshit.

"taking the piss outta the situation was all we had left." Reminder: "taking the piss outta the situation" was actually repeatedly tagging the public tags with things like "sucking my cock is all you're good for" and "sysmeds are just mad that im not dissociative," WHICH multiple people said triggered them.

"bc we were not traumagenic so its ok to dehumanize us." Nobody came after them because they weren't traumagenic. They came after Blue because Blue triggered them.

"mod dude doesnt have to take any accountability for their role in the whole thing because they r pro sys conversation now" They want the drama to be done. Blue kept insisting they draw attention to it.

And then a new blog formed calling Dude and me out in their pinned post, using Blue's document.

Snapping

Dude reached out to Blue via Discord. Everything finally came to a head, and Dude tried to get to the bottom of it, tried to understand what in the fuck was happening, tried to get Blue to understand what was happening.

Blue posted that Dude was trying to "silence them."

So.

Dude finally made a post. And spoke up. We weren't allowed to, last time this bullshit happened to us, so we finally are now, because for fucks sake, I don't want to die.

The post shows the discord conversation that Dude had with Blue. It isn't pretty. It's once again a traumatized person doing traumatized things.

Just like this post is.

Just like all of Blue's posts had been.

Just like all of this situation is.

Where's this leave us?

I don't know. It's Saturday. I have grades to do. I have a cold house with no heat. I have a partner to take care of, and hunger that needs fixing, and I'm so, so tired.

I'm actively suicidal. I'm trying to figure out how to stay alive long enough to marry my partner, if I still can.

But I also managed to update my fanfic last night. And I'm looking forward to seeing my kids rage about the end of the shitty ass novel we're reading. Maybe we can rage together. I'm looking forward to Thanksgiving with my real family.

I'm trying to move past this.

I hope Blue can.

I hope Dude can.

I hope Nox, and Sophie, and everyone else in that shitty document or affected by this bullshit can.

And I hope those reading this can understand these things:

Callout documents are worthless beyond hurting people. That's all they do. Evidence: every callout document ever.

Drama like this shouldn't exist, but if it does, it should be private. Not broadcast to the tags on tumblr.

Everyone needs to leave us alone. Everyone involved needs to be able to be left alone.

If I catch any of my followers breathing a word in Blue's direction, you will be blocked. If I catch anyone in my inbox with a word about Blue, I will either be blocking you, or likely, I'll be too kind and send you a private message of "hey fuck you."

Please, just leave us alone.

[novankenn]

Reluctant Hero?

= Three = (Chapter List)

Glynda's hands were shaking slightly as Jaune stepped away from the splatter of gore that now decorated the sill of the window. Without any other comments, Jaune closed and locked the window before returning to his duffle-bag. He pulled out another can of beer, as he dropped into the nearest plush armchair.

With his shotgun balanced across his lap, he punched open the top of the can with his cybernetic thumb and proceeded to guzzle the contents.

Glynda: That is not possible. Grimm melt away after they are destroyed. They don't continue to exist!

Jaune: (Belch) That wasn't a grimm. It was one of those things.

Glynda: That...

Jaune: What is it with people not hearing what I say, or believing their own eyes! (Crushes the can and tosses it towards the garbage can in the corner... missing it by a mile) This evil is out there. It can infest grimm, it can possess people... it can do a whole load of freaky shit!

Ozpin: Please calm down, Mr Arc. I believe you. Now, how do we combat this... entity?

Jaune: Find those passages. Find those FUCKING passages!

Glynda: This isn't real. It's not possible.

Ozpin: (Stepping around his desk) I have a speech to make. I will escort you to the auditorium, and after initiation we'll arrange for you to have a meeting with Doctor Oobleck, where he can discuss his current findings with you.

Jaune snorted out a heavy breath, before standing and shoving his shotgun into his bag. As Glynda remained, staring at the small trickle of black ichor dripping down the sill on the inside of the window, Ozpin lead Jaune to the elevator.

Ozpin: We will stop at the locker area, where you can deposit...

Jaune: Ah, yeah, not happening.

Ozpin: Mr Arc, students and applicants are not permitted to have weapons...

Jaune: Yeah, well, I'm neither a student nor applicant, so not happening. This stuff stays close... always has... always will.

Ozpin: I must insist...

Jaune: Insist all you want. You just saw a small sample of what we're facing. So you can let me keep my gear, or you can give me back the book, and I'll go somewhere more accommodating to my needs.

Ozpin: We are trying to...

Jaune: I am NOT being unarmed if something gets into that room, end of discussion.

/==/ 2 Hours Later /==/

Jaune's azure eyes scanned the expansive room, littered with hopeful applicants spread out haphazardly on the floor. He sat with his back against a wall. In a spot that allowed him to watch all the entrances. His shotgun across his lap, and the remains of a six-pack between his slightly spread legs.

He had his hoodie hood up, to hide his face in shadow, in a vain attempt to try and hide himself. It wasn't entirely successful. While it was scattered and rather random, he still heard the name the news had labelled him with... Bonnie Jauney. To be honest, it had rankled him when it first happened, but now, he didn't give a shit. If it kept people away from him, all the better.

He was never this paranoid or cautious before the incident in the mountains. He smirked as he remembered a quote he once saw...

Jaune: (Mumbling to himself as he opened another can) Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they aren't after you. Well you damn well know they are, don't you buddy.

[vamqiredove]

OKOK @indigoartistqueen i'll ramble and elaborate err i'm keepin it here cause this rlly isn't smthing i want on slaingelo especially bc i get a bit mad in this oops

CAMERAS LIKE THAT ARE USELESS. ALSO THEY MAKE SHIT WORSE IF YOU ARE PARANOID. having them inside your house is unnecessary unless you're convinced someone's living in your house without you knowing. otherwise it does nothing but take up electricity or batteries and money ect ect whatever. If you unnecessarily install cameras you're going to be checking them constantly. and also within the context of just "waah my big strong man is out for a week i'm so scareed i'm going to put cameras inside my house" WHAT IS THAT GOING TO DOOOOOOOOOOO SOMEONE HAS TO /ALREADY BE BROKEN IN TO YOUR HOUSE/ FOR THAT TO BE "USEFUL" AT ALL AND BY THAT POINT IT'S NOT SECURITY WHATTTTTT

like other people said in that post, security like that makes it impossible to get out of your house fast/give first responders a hard time getting in. I have a bar in my window. it's removable from the inside very easily and all it serves to do is keep the window from opening more than a few inches. this mf would install damn prison bars if her husband had to go away for a month.

IF YOU'RE THAT PARANOID ABOUT LOCKS GET A FUCKING DEADBOLT AND/OR CHAINLOCK OH MY GOD. first responders are more likely to know how to get around those than "mobile locks" what the fuck is a mobile lock. OH WAIT !! SHE ALREADY HAS A DEADBOLT AND SHE'S DOUBLING UP WITH THE MOBILE LOCK. HUH ???????????????????????????????????

YOU WANT PEOPLE TO KNOW YOU ARE HOME.... when I'm home alone I actively try to make it look like someone's always awake. do I go over the top locking every door and window in the house and leave the curtains facing the backyard closed and did I once move furniture to block my bedroom door in order to sleep ? yeah sure but I'M MENTALLY ILL. WHAT I'M SCARED OF ISN'T EVEN PEOPLE BREAKING INTO MY HOUSE FFS IT'S MONSTERS THAT AREN'T REAL BUT MY DELUSIONAL BRAIN CONVINCES ME IT IS REAL TO THE POINT OF INSOMNIA IN PARTICULARLY BAD EPISODES. I AM NOT THE AVERAGE WHITE AMERICAN WOMAN FOR I AM NOT EVEN ANY OF THOSE THINGS

literally the only way I can see someone going this far for security in a way that ISN'T just "this is an ad" and/or "i am trying to brew fascism" is if someone fell into the delusion of being gangstalked, and in which case, they probably aren't posting their entire security system online because they'd be convinced their stalkers are watching their every move online and offline lol... it sure as hell wouldn't be framed like this either. also if it was the case she'd still be scared while her husband was home. it wouldn't magically appear when he's done, it would be constant.

doing shit like this isn't normal nor healthy, it's either a sign of going severe into the alt right pipeline and/or severe mental health issues that are going unchecked bc those are absolutely not mutually exclusive.

even the "keeping a flashlight nearby" thing is stupid in the sense that I DO THAT. BECAUSE WE FREQUENTLY GET POWER OUTAGES HERE ???????????????? what's it going to do if there is an intruder are you going to shine it in their fuckin face. what, can't see them thru your aesthetic lighting ?? what's the fuckin whistle going to do ... you've isolated yourself your home alone it's a WHISTLE. at the veyr least get a fucking weapon, HUH ?????????????

honestly I don't even know how coherent any of this is, it pisses me off a lot. I've done a lot of shit to try and feel "safe" and frankly it feels insulting especially given my minor agoraphobia too [ can't leave the house alone, i always need a friend or family w/ me ] especially the weird way this shit is made aesthetic. AGAIN. LIKE THE FUCKIN PURPLE LIGHTING IN THE VIDEO. AND ALSO THE SLEEK TECH.

the aesthetic-ification of that video is probably what REALLY gets me mad about it though.. like it really just makes it feel like an ad playing both on white peoples fears and mentally ill people.

blah blah my experiences aren't universal and my delusional paranoia isn't "that bad" compared to other ppls. whatever. i don't like it either way

[marinahavik]

A flower stained with blood

Prologue part 1

This is my destiny, since birth, I am a Yozakura, whether I want it or not, I will be destined to get dirty with blood

Yozakura Yumi

— You should understand me, I'm not a child, I know how to take care of myself!- Yumi stamped her foot hard on the ground, with her eyebrows furrowed.

— You're still a child, I'm doing this for your sake! -Rem, the firstborn among the seven brothers, replied, adjusting his glasses against his face.

—Ren, stop it now, Yumi is right, you can't keep her like that in the mansion, she has the right to leave whenever she wants, just like us.- Keiko, the second sister, started defending Yumi, approached his older brother with an expression of disgust

—You need to stop being paranoid and…

—Be quiet, I know what I'm doing, it's for her own good—Ren interrupted his sister, before she could finish her sentence.

She looked furious at the man in front of her, and was about to say something quite rude when she was interrupted.

—That's not fair- Yumi muttered under her breath

—I already told you, this isn't polite, speak louder— Ren said without taking his eyes off Keiko, and not paying much attention to the youngest daughter's furious murmurs.

—THIS IS NOT FAIR, I HAVE AS MUCH RIGHT TO LEAVE THE MANSION AS YOU DO- Yumi, she cried with anger and frustration as she spoke

—Do you think I like this?, being a bird in a golden cage?, you can leave whenever you want, but I have to stay in the mansion, you can do cool things and I'm stuck here, is that fair? - he said looking at his brother with his eyes shining with his tears but also with his hatred, inside his head the sound of a snake began to appear, along with a strange voice speaking different ways that the girl could use to get rid of your brother, Yumi shook her head ignoring that voice, which always appeared when she was angry.

—DON'T YELL AT ME I'M DOING THIS FOR YOUR GOOD- Ren said starting to get irritated with his sister

—Ren, stop it now- Keiko tried to calm both brothers

– for my own good? FOR MY GOOD? WHERE LEAVING ME CLOSED IN THIS MANSION FOR SEVEN YEARS WITHOUT GOING OUT TO THE OUTSIDE WORLD IS FOR MY GOOD? -the youngest girl's screams were so loud that the other brothers came out to see what was happening, and watched the fight.

—They're still out there, I'm protecting you - Ren threw the hair that fell over his face back, irritated by the fact that his little sister didn't understand that this was for her own good.

—Protecting and being paranoid are two different things, since the incident you left the poor thing locked in the mansion, a Yozakura should flourish and prosper but you are leaving your younger sister withered because of your paranoia.- the third daughter Aiko has already arrived intruding on the conversation.

—I'm the current boss, I should be in the fights with you, not hidden at home.- Yumi looked into Ren's eyes, with her black eyes shining with hatred.

—Because you are the current leader, you must be protected, after all, unlike us you don't have Nōryoku (ability), you are safer at home- Ren continued with his opinion.

— even though I don't have Nōryoku, I still have my Blooming, and you know it's strong, I know how to take care of myself, I know more than 5 types of martial arts, I have knowledge about different types of poison and handling weapons, whatever they are. white or fire, I can defend myself, so you should let me out- Yumi tried to argue but was interrupted

—IF YOU HADN'T LEFT HOME THAT DAY, YOU WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN KIDNAPPED AND OUR MOTHER WOULD STILL BE ALIVE!.- blinded by anger Ren ended up mentioning a topic that was forbidden in the family, all the brothers looked at him shocked that he had talked about that, And Yumi had stopped talking, and started sobbing.

When he realized what he had done, Ren tried to apologize, but Yumi had already run away, and the others looked at him in disappointment.

—Congratulations idiot, you had to talk about this subject, right?- Yuki, the fourth son, said while cleaning his weapon.

—I'm going after her - Seiji was already going after his younger twin but was stopped

—Better not, she needs time alone! - Akemi said holding his younger twin's shoulder

Both brothers were worried about the youngest twin of the trio, but they both knew that as much as they were inseparable, Yumi needed time alone.

The girl was hiding in the treasure room, sitting in a corner as she cried, holding a music box that had been her mother's last gift.

She wound up the box, listening to the music and calming down a little, after taking a deep breath she put the box in her bag, wiped the tears from her face and began to walk around the room.

Looking at every treasure or relic that the family had acquired from generations past, she played with the objects she found, to distract herself from the recent fight.

While looking through an old box, she saw a strange book with a dark cover with a cherry tree on the cover, curious she picked it up and analyzed it. Yumi, didn't remember the book, so she decided to keep it in her bag, and then ask one of his brothers about the strange object.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw a shadow, she quickly took a knife out of her sleeve and threw it towards the shadow, but there was nothing.

Still with her senses alert, she walked to where the knife fell, picking it up and putting it away, examining her surroundings, again she felt a presence, and quickly had the blade in her hands, placing the object at the throat of the possible enemy, only to Seeing that the person who attacked was Seiji, who had his hands up in surrender, Yumi lowered the knife, letting out a tired sigh.

— Seiji, I know you're worried about me, but I want to be alone for a while

— you continue to be a small threat - said the boy, placing his hand on his throat to see if there were any cuts, letting out a small laugh.

— Seiji that's not funny, I could have pierced your throat- Yumi let out a sigh as she walked away from her brother, walking around the room again

— but it didn't pierce, I admit it was my fault for scaring you, but you didn't cut me so don't worry, and I was worried about you, Ren was an idiot bringing up that subject, so I came to see how you were- the Elder Yozakura spoke, looking at his sister, knowing this was a sensitive topic for her.

But Yumi wasn't listening, she knew that Ren didn't want to bring up that subject, but even though she knew that, it still hurt her, she knew very well that she was to blame for what happened, her brother didn't need to remind her of that fact.

The two brothers remained silent until Yumi broke it.

— When did you get this mirror? - the girl asked, approaching the object

On the wall was an ancient-looking mirror, made of silver, with various ornaments, for some reason Yumi seemed enchanted by it, for a very quick moment, Yumi no longer saw her reflection, but the image of a woman with dark skin, the The upper part was bare except for long sleeves made of a transparent fabric showing the tattoos, tattoos in white, he wore a thick gold necklace around his neck, the accessory looked more like a kind of collar, a crown that looked like the head of a snake, decorated the woman's black hair, which, due to the way it was tied up, strangely resembled the tail of a scorpion, the woman smiled at Yumi before disappearing, making the mirror reflect the girl again.

— I don't remember that mirror, it wasn't there before, YUMI GET OUT OF THERE! - Seiji shouted trying to get his sister away from the mirror but it was too late.

The girl still looked hypnotized, and she didn't move away from the mirror.

The mirror lit up in a strange green fire and a voice began to come out of it.

Ah...My dear beloved...

A beautiful... and noble flower of evil... Truly, you are the most beautiful of all...

Mirror, oh mirror on the wall... Tell me... Who is the...

Those who are guided by the Black Mirror... As long as your heart desires...

Take the hand that appears in the mirror…For me.

For them. For you.

We're all running out of time...

No matter what happens... Never let go of my hand.

A hand came out of the mirror, wearing an extravagant sleeve and had golden claws on its fingers, and Yumi, still bewitched, took that hand.

Seiji saw that, and shouted for the creature in the mirror to release his sister, but the girl was violently pulled into the mirror, and the last thing she heard was her brother shouting her name.

-where I am? -the girl asked herself confused, the last thing she remembered was being in the treasure room, and talking to Seiji, and now she didn't know what happened or where she was

She opened her eyes and saw herself in a dark, cold place, then she realized that she seemed to be underwater, the girl despaired, but she realized that strangely she could breathe, and for some reason she was floating, She was looking around, trying to understand what had happened.

Suddenly, seven mirrors appeared and surrounded her, from inside each mirror a hand came out, all different from each other.

She began to analyze, the first mirror had a heart on top, and was decorated with several playing cards.

The second had a drawing of a lion's head surrounded by what appeared to be animal bones.

The third had tentacles wrapped around it.

The room had a snake, and was a bit reminiscent of a kind of palace from the Arabian Nights stories.

The fifth had a beautiful peacock

The sixth had skulls.

And the seventh thorns.

Yumi looked at each mirror, and approached the mirror with the snake, but when she went to take that hand, tanned and wearing several gold bracelets and a white sleeve, the hand just pointed to another mirror, as if saying that Yumi should choose that one.

The mirror that hand was pointing at was identical to the mirror in front of Yumi, but it was in darker tones.

The girl approached the second mirror, and a tanned hand, wearing black sleeves, came out of it.

Yumi heard the sound of a snake, and without thinking much she took that hand, and unlike that first time Yumi felt someone kiss the back of her hand and gently pulled her in.

Inside the mirror the characteristic noise of a snake grew louder, and in that darkness she saw gray eyes looking at her, the eyes quickly turned red with the vertical pupils common to a snake.

And before she fell into a state of unconsciousness, she heard a strange voice speaking to her.

—Thank you for choosing me.

I apologize for my English, and for possible grammar errors, I ended up having some problems typing, but I hope you enjoyed the chapter, reblogs and likes are appreciated.

[blackthewolf17]

psst. i am fixating today and was wondering - any headcanons or things you like about Professor Zündapp? 😉💖

Nooooo, you shouldn't, you shouldn't have asked me about him…

Look, I'm embarrassed if this ends up being too long a text but… there will definitely be some selfship stuff.

1.- Zundapp is apathetically affectionate, I mean, the greatest show of affection you can receive from him is that he smiles at you and says "good job". always him to keep a certain distance from people (cars?) In case they betray him or die, so seeing him being affectionate is something that he reserves only for his weapons. Although the true way in which he shows affection is by spending time with you and sharing all his knowledge, coming to make excuses to spend more time with you or knowing about you.

which brings us to…

2.-He feels some panic when someone shows him affection, it is rare that someone is kind to an old car and given his history he has many reasons to be suspicious. And when that affection comes from someone he likes is confused and shy most of the time, he knows that he likes to feel appreciated by you, but he also doesn't want to be so weak in case something happens.

3.- He is obsessive, or at least he likes to investigate things very well in a somewhat paranoid way. If there is something that he does not know, he will investigate it; So it's possible that he spent weeks researching you before having a first interaction with you, or even if it's actually the first time you've met, he's going to spend a long time getting to know you.

and this is mixed with

4.- He is not good with modern things, he is the type of adult who knows everything about industrial mechanisms but do not put an instagram reel on him because he will have to put on glasses, move his face away 20km to see him so that at end when he take the mobile turn it off.

So, most of the interactions that you have is going dont know what the other is talking about, and for their part they will be all the time making small notes of the things you say to look for them later.

5.- Zundapp spends a lot of time locked up between his machines and plans, and when I say a lot, it's A LOT. So the fact that he goes out to get some sunlight is quite an event, yes I know that in Cars 2 he spends his time living with other cars but I have that mental image of him spending long periods of time isolated in his workshop for later leave for a few months before going into isolation again or being thrown in prison.

For what very possibly you end up becoming the only social interaction he have in weeks on many occasions.

7.-And even if it doesn't seem like it, he really likes to be in the middle of the action, the adrenaline rush that comes from being in a chase or even when he's already been caught makes him really happy. Of course, like everyone else, he is afraid of feeling pain or of dying, but going to prison, escaping, committing crimes is a routine that he enjoys and it would feel strange if he left all that.

I'm really sorry if there are any grammar mistakes, it's 3 in the morning and my head is dying 🕴

[bridgyrose]

Great job as always!

How about part 2 of the Army of a Rose AU?

“Do you think she’s defective?” 

“She’s not one of ours!” 

“But she could be!” 

“She was with my sister and her friends! That is the real Ruby Rose!” 

Ruby slowly came to, listening to the voices argue as she tried to piece everything together. White cloaks, other Rubys, grimm running down the streets and all the buildings boarded up, none of it seemed right. Her vision started to clear up as she found herself looking up at a white ceiling with bright lights. “W-where am I?” 

“You’re in the medical wing. You seemed to have an accident down in Mantle.” 

Ruby sat up once she recognized the voice and slowly looked over to see Winter standing next to her along with one of the Atlas scientists. Her eyes caught a white cloak, and the Ruby wearing it standing at attention. “What’s going on? And why are there so many… mes?” 

The scientist practically beamed as he moved to his computer. “Its a project to finally find a way to keep everyone safe from the grimm! We can use your DNA-” 

“You’re dismissed,” Winter interrupted with a calm tone. 

“But Specialist-” 

“I said you’re dismissed. Now that Ruby is awake, I should take her back to her friends.” 

Ruby watched as the scientist grumbled out of the room, her own head spinning with questions she had. “What did he mean?” 

Winter sighed and sat down next to Ruby. “After Beacon fell and Qrow found you at the top of the tower, no one was certain if you were going to wake up. And with what happened to the wyvern at the top, we figured you had something to do with that. I was against it, but the General insisted we take a lock of your hair and use that to create another you. In case you never woke up.” 

“And… why so many of me?” 

“The first clone of you was a success… until it tried to fight a grimm. After a few more attempts, we finally managed to create an ideal weapon against the grimm. And it proved effective enough that we have created a battalion of grimm slayers to keep Mantle and Atlas safe.” 

“They’re… good… I guess.” Ruby sighed and stood up. “And my friends? They’re okay, right?” 

Winter nodded and stood up, scroll in hand as she dimmed the lights to the room. “All misunderstandings have been cleared up and they’re in their assigned dorms. I can take you to your team if you wish.” 

“Please.” 

“Then follow me.” 

Ruby nodded and followed after Winter through the halls of Atlas, her eyes still focused on each Ruby they passed by. Every single one of them looked the same: white cloak, short hair, silver eyes that seemed to shine in the light, Atlas military uniform, combat blades and guns sheathed and holstered to their hips. She had so many more questions, and a lot of discomfort with seeing so many of herself around Atlas following orders to the General. The same General that had Mantle on lockdown with a curfew. Her gut twisted in on itself as they stopped in an elevator. 

“I know this is a lot to take in, but we’re doing this for the good of the kingdoms,” Winter said as she put her scroll away. “Your silver eyes are special and as long as your clones continue to work, we can find a way to keep from putting others in danger.” 

Others that arent clones… Ruby thought to herself. “But why me? Why cant Atlas continue producing the robotic soldiers they have? That was the point, wasn’t it?” 

“The general has started to grow a bit more paranoid about the soldiers we have been producing. Beacon showed him that even Atlas technology isnt infallible and that having a more human element will make things easier. Better. Your dorm is just down the hall and the fifth door on the right. Please rest up, the General will speak to you and your team in a few hours.” 

Ruby nodded and started to make her way down the hall as the elevator opened. Everything about this felt wrong. Cloning her without permission, using those clones as fodder against the grimm in a desperate attempt to keep the kingdoms safe, the disregard the Atlas military gave to her own rights and those of her clones, treating them like machines… the more she thought about it the more she hated the idea. 

Finally, she paused as she watched a familiar face with bright green eyes and red hair walk through the hallway intersection, accompanied by another one of the Rubys. Her heart skipped a beat, then shattered as she watched Penny kiss the Ruby and rush off. She took a breath to calm herself, legs starting to shake as her head spun with more questions… and as the hallway started to swirl around her before she hit her head on the ground with a loud thud.

[grimescum-2]

all the notes i wrote for winifred under the cut below :o3 um. i was very tired while writing this and running on coffee (still am, minus the coffee) so forgive me if its bad or something. have her current moodboard

winifred, "the fool"

- neurotic, people-pleaser, cowardly, easily confused, creative, energetic, nervous, paranoid, accusatory, puritan

- was a well-loved and respected court jester before she was bitten by a vampire and cast off to the dungeon for the safety of the townsfolk. was spared an execution because the king and queen took pity on her. she broke out to feed one night and was subsequently beheaded, to which she survived and was thrown back into the dungeon, now with tightened security measures in place (guards, chains)

- would stay in that dungeon until she was woken up by the blood of a wounded rat entering her cell. she later pried the bars apart and turned the cell into her home, afraid to go out. she only left once she had grown hungry after the rat had no more blood left to drink

likes & hobbies

- puppetry: has both stolen and made puppets to entertain herself with

- crafts: most of which are hodgepodge sculptures, weapons, or furniture made from random materials she's stolen.

- reading: her only connection to the outside world. will occasionally steal a book to read to catch up on what the outside world is like. doesn't have much of a genre preference

- journaling: may write down positive experiences she'd like to remember. ranges from a positive human interaction to a significant find for her collection.

- storytelling: good at making up stories on the spot. may tell some older ones she remembers and interesting or comedic parts of her day-to-day life

- performing: such as juggling, acrobatics, and magic tricks, albeit she's a little rusty.

dislikes

- loud sounds. very scary

- being berated, belittled or insulted

- overly rude, disagreeable or vulgar people

- feeling as if she isn't good enough

- being reminded of her vampirism

notes

- can play the flute. uses it to lure away potential victims to kill and feast on

- despite her distrust and hatred of humans for what they did to her long ago, she still feels bad for eating them and will try to make one body last for as long as possible. also because she's still afraid of going out

- speaks in old english but can understand some modern english

- steals small trinkets out of curiosity. has tons of artifacts in her collection with a particular interest in anything shiny

- speaks quickly and tends to ramble. a bit of a screamer

- greatly wishes she wasn't a vampire and misses when everyone loved her

- hardly has any clue what the FUCK is going on in the modern world. she knows a fair bit of modern english due to stealing books but that's about it

- very skinny

- refuses to feed upon children, the weak or the elderly, feeling too guilty to do so

- probably dirty. may take a bath in a river if no one's around and if it's far away from civilization but otherwise doesn't go out of her way to. also does so fully clothed

- horrified of modern vehicles

- humor is very dry by today's standards

- great sense of direction

- copes with people who don't like her performances by insulting their taste in humor. she apologizes for this immediately after

combat

- quick thinker and adapts easily

- incredibly quick and light on her feet due to her weight. her skinny frame also makes it easier to dodge attacks, and her long arms are good for reach

- keeps her distance when possible. prefers long-ranged attacks. if in melee combat, she'll continuously strike and flee, making her predictable in that area. her long-ranged attacks are much less so

- head is detachable and kept in place by her hood. can throw her head as a long ranged attack to either headbutt or bite her opponent. relies on them being briefly stunned so she can retrieve her head and run

- has both crafted and stolen a variety of weapons, most notable of which being various daggers she uses as throwing knives

- normally tries to retreat or to convince her opponent to stop fighting, though while fighting someone she dislikes or finds dishonorable, she shows a much more sadistic side, taking pleasure in confusing and humiliating her opponent. this is out of repressed rage rather than genuine sadism though

abilities, skills & weaknesses

- high precision and great aim

- low stamina

- physically weaker than other vampires but still a bit stronger than most humans

- stealth: great at stealth when she's not in her jester outfit. the bells make too much noise otherwise

- craftsmanship: can quickly create makeshift tools and weapons using materials she finds

- charisma (?): disarms the opponent if they are weak to silly little guys

- running away: can flee quickly thanks to her speed

socializing & relationships

- terrible with it.

- she can try to start a conversation, but she'll be forced to fall back on questions or observations rather than actual talking points

- she knows her interests are outdated and thus doesn't really speak about them

- very clingy and touchy-feely. has no concept of personal space

- tries to crack jokes often but they tend to sound more like statements

- inappropriate jokes or vulgar words fluster her. not really in the omg eww!! >//< way but in the "how dare thou utter such obscenities? have thou gone mad??!" way. some go straight over her head though

- is simultaneously excited and frightened by the presence of humans. enjoys the idea of befriending them and entertaining them, but also mistrusts them and fears what they might do

- her body language is usually frantic. points to things and people often

- very good at reading people. when she feels that someone is sad, she'll try to cheer them up in any way she can

possible ideas

- being chained up to a wall for so long could've elongated her body, giving her a lanky appearance