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update:
holy cannoli
so I tried all four flavors of cannoli at isgro's (I had a few bites of each one fresh, then I'll be working my way through the rest the rest of the night) and they're pretty good!
I have to admit that I'm mostly a ricotta bitch, though. like the other flavors (mascarpone, vanilla cream, chocolate cream) were fine?? but ricotta is where it's at.
as far as quality compared to my regular, which is termini... hmm. I think isgro's has better shells. there's a really nice flavor and crunch to them. but I still prefer termini's filling. isgro's has almost like... sort of an anisette flavor? which isn't bad (I actually love black licorice) but I do prefer termini's orange-forward ricotta mixture.
rating: delightful! :)
#cannoliposting#okay time for one last read-through of these first two chapters#then they're going up#I need to force myself to step away from my work hahahaha
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~Kurama~Main Story Chapter 12~
Chapter 11
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------Part 1------
Kurama: "You're the silversmith, right? Come on, work for me."
Old man: "Wh-Who....Who are you?!!?!!?!"
A small old man, who had been sitting alone at the hearth, looked up at Kurama with his soulless eyes.
Kurama: "Don't answer my question with a question, you fool."
(Oh god! He is going to kill the old man!)
Old man: "Uwaa...."
I quickly intervene between Kurama and the old man, who is frightened by the look in his eyes that he is about to shoot him.
Yoshino: "Sorry for that! We were introduced to you by Sueharu-san. Are you Heikichiro-san?"
Heikichiro: "I'm Heikichiro, but....I don't know anyone who goes by the name Sueharu."
Kurama: "Do you know Kichiji Kaneuri?"
Heikichiro: "....! You mean that big merchant....! So you're the one who wanted to pay for my works..."
Sighing, the old man turns to Kurama.
Heikichiro: "Then you must have already known about me. I won't be taking on any more orders. Sorry for the trouble, but my reply is the same. I would like to ask you to leave."
Kurama: "Do you wanna die?"
Heikichiro(scared): "......Nn.."
Yoshino: "Kurama!!"
Heikichiro-san shivered, but barely withstood the glare of Kurama's eyes.
(But Kurama won't be happy until he gets what he wants.)
(I have to talk to Heikichiro-san somehow.)
Yoshino: "We were wondering if you could tell us why? We heard that Heikichiro-san is a very skilled craftsman. It's strange that someone like that doesn't get any work at all...."
After a moment of silence, Heikichiro-san opens his mouth.
Heikichiro: "It's a stubborn old man's decision. It's just that I'm tired. No matter how much care you put into your designs, the customer only sees the value of the silver. âWe'll give you more money and next time you'll make something that looks more expensiveâ is what they say...it is a pity that the work is kept in hand only for the sake of self-aggrandizement."
(I didn't know that was possible...I guess that's the trouble with making expensive goods.)
Kurama: "I don't know what you mean, but there's no pity or happiness in what's been made."
Heikichiro: "....I don't think you and I are on the same page."
(Oh no, it's getting worse!)
Heikichiro: "If you don't care and just want to get paid, you might as well quit your job."
Yoshino: "Um...I'm a pharmacist, so my job is completely different, but I do understand a little bit of what you're saying..."
Heikichiro: "......."
Kurama looks down at me with his arms folded in silence as if he has decided to remain quiet for a while.
Yoshino: "I have been advised to give priority to the well-off over the poor. We can charge the rich more for our medicines. That's what we should do if we want to be efficient as a business."
Heikichiro: "....Then what happened?"
Yoshino: "I couldn't do it. I think it's one way to divide up the work....I became a pharmacist not just to make money, but to help others who are hurting. I felt that if I forgot that, I would lose sight of my purpose and I would change."
(I knew there was an easier way. But still...)
Yoshino: "----I wanted to be a pharmacist who was proud of who he was."
There was a small silence in the hut as a quiet voice told them.
Kurama: "......................."
Heikichiro: "-----I see."
After a moment, I sigh and look straight into Heikichiro-san's eyes.
Yoshino: "If you feel that Heikichiro-san is not able to produce his work with the same attention to detail....Surely now is not the right time to make one."
Kurama: "Hey you, didn't you come here to persuade him?"
-------Part 2------
Kurama: "Hey you, didn't you come here to persuade him?"
(That's true, but....)
I was troubled when I compared the faces of Kurama and Heikichiro-san.
(I think it takes a lot of determination to not shake your head even with the weight of Kurama on your shoulders.)
(After all, I don't think he can make something good if he's forced to make it.)
Yoshino: "We won't force you to do it. But it's shame we won't be able to see the work that's been done with such care. Can you show us any of your past work if you have it?"
Heikichiro: "........ Yeah, of course."
Heikichiro-san heads for a shelf in the corner of the room, showing some hesitation.
Then, from the back of the room, he took out a few items that were carefully inserted in a paulownia box..."
Kurama: ".....!!"
Kurama's eyes widened slightly as the items were carefully wiped down with a cloth.
Yoshino: "Wow, it's really beautiful.... I've never seen anything so finely woven."
(....Kurama is also watching them very intently.)
After a few moments, his mouth quietly opened.
Kurama: "----It's brilliant glow. Does it change its appearance according to the type, intensity, and angle of light?"
Heikichiro: "! That's right. It's made with an unusual process."
Kurama: "I don't care about the process."
Heikichiro: "Mm.."
Yoshino: "Ku-Kurama!"
Kurama's attention was caught by an involuntary interruption.
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1. I asked him for more details...
2. The process is important...
3. Not in that way...(+4/+4)
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Yoshino: "That's no way to talk about work that someone's taken seriously."
Kurama: "What a strange woman you are to lecture me."
Kurama's fingers glided softly over the silversmith's work as he answered in a cumbersome tone.
Kurama: "You don't need to know the process, you just need to see the finished product. It's unique."
Heikichiro: "....!"
I heard Heikichiro-san gasp at the quiet tone of voice and the heat in his eyes.
(Ah! Kurama is acknowledging a human!)
Kurama: "But, it's not enough."
His red eyes, which absorb the glitter of the silversmith's work and take on a strange light, look at Heikichiro-san.
Kurama: "What I want from you is a light I've never seen before. A light that delights my eyes. If you have hands, you can work. Forget about all the nonsense you've been hearing and do what youâre good at."
Heikichiro: "I...I've never had anyone order me around like that before..."
(That was my first impression too....)
Heikichiro-san murmurs in confusion.
Heikichiro: "But strangely enough, I can't smell any falsehood from you. He seems to have the most arrogant attitude in the world, ....yet his fingertips are so gentle on the silverwork."
Kurama: "I value what I find valuable."
As Kurama stepped closer, Heikichiro-san stepped back as if under pressure.
Kurama: "I've heard that you can't make something good if you force it. Then answer me, silversmith."
---------Part 3----------
Kurama: "I've heard that you can't make something good if you force it. Then answer me, silversmith. What do I need to do to make these hands work? A golden workbench, a silk robe, or even....I will arrange the heads of those who have defiled your work in a circle around this house.â
(....Heâs not threatening. But heâs serious.)
Heikichiro-sanâs face turns pale as if he sensed the presence of an inhuman being.
(That look on his face, heâs not just scared.)
(....Because of how much Kurama really approves his work.)
Heikichiro-san, who had been gazing at Kurama in fascination, muttered to himself.
Heikichiro:Â âWho...are you?â
Kurama:Â âKurama. Thatâs all you need to know.â
After a moment of silence, Heikichiro-san let out a long breath as if he had made up his mind.
Heikichiro:Â â....If I could have some time. Iâm sure youâll get what you want. Iâd like you to pay for it at that time.â
( Heikichiro-san!!)
Kurama:Â âAll right. But if you canât make me something I like, Iâll cut your head off. Be prepared.â
Yoshino;Â âI told you to not threaten people. Sorry for that, Heikichiro-san. Iâll be cheering you on from the shadows....â
Heikichiro:Â âThank you very much. Iâm a bit confused myself, but Iâll do my best.â
Kurama:Â âI was telling the truth, not threatening.â
Heikichiro:Â âHahahaha. I hope so...â
(Itâs okay, Heikichiro-san...)
But despite the cold sweat on his face, Heikichiro-san had a smile on his lips.
.......................
Yoshino:Â âAt any rate, Iâm glad he took our order.â
Kurama:Â âI had intended to make him accepted by any means necessary, but you have done better than I expected.â
(Kurama, looks like heâs in a good mood.)
As night falls, we walk down the corridor back to the Rebel house.
(Iâm also looking forward to the completion of Heikichiro-san âs work.)
Above all, Heikichiro-san, who had stopped being a silversmith through sad resignation.
Iâm excited by the fact that he can rekindle his passion.
(But thatâs not all. Why am I so happy now?)
I glanced at the profile of Kurama as we walked side by side, and our eyes met as if he had sensed it.
Kurama:Â âWhatâs with that loose face?â
Yoshino(blushing):Â âHm?â
(Oh dear. Did I make too many expressions?)
Yoshino(blushing):Â âNothing!!â
I was still wondering where the thread of my broken thought was going, but I couldnât put it into words so I faked it.
Kurama:Â â-----Well, Iâm feeling so good today that Iâm willing to overlook your little feelings. Your room is here.â
Yoshino(blushing):Â âMm, yes.â
(Really, we were there before you knew it.)
Stopping in front of the room that was assigned to me, Kurama casually opens the sliding door.
Then, with his other hand, he easily pulled me to him and pushed me easily into the room.
(Eh?.... Hey!!)
Kurama came in after me and closed the doors behind him.
Yoshino(blushing):Â âWhy are you coming in.....?â
Kurama:Â âDid you forget? I told you, Iâd reward you. After you helped me, weâll continue what we did yesterday.â
---------Part 4-------
Kurama:Â âAfter you helped me, weâll continue what we did yesterday.â
Yoshino(blushing):Â âAh.......â
(I totally forgot about that!)
The memory of being touched so badly comes back to me and my skin feels hot.
In a darkened room, Kurama stared at me.
Yoshino(blushing):Â âNo, no,. Just getting out there is reward enough!â
Kurama(evil smile):Â âDonât be shy. Iâll give you as much as you want.â
Kurama laughed like a ferocious beast when he saw me backing away.
Kurama:Â âThereâs something more intriguing when I see you running away. Donât move!â
(.....Ehhh)
Suddenly, Kuramaâs eyes clashed with a mysterious light.
The words sink into my body as if they had mass.
(I canât move!?)
Yoshino:Â âWhat are you doing....!!?â
Kurama:Â âItâs just a 'Kotodamaâ. Just the rudiments of spell application. Yoshitsune would be able to disarm this level on his own, but I doubt that you can.â
(You mean youâre using your curse power. If thatâs the case, Iâll use the power of the nine-tail fox to....!)
The moment I focus my attention.
Yoshino:Â âAh....â
Kurama suddenly touches the nape of my neck.
Kurama:Â âWhatâs the matter, Yoshino?â
Slowly, but with a clear intention, his fingertips traced the lines of my body.
Kurama:Â âYou canât handle the power of the spell in a human capacity. Didnât Tamamo teach you that much?â
Yoshino:Â âIf you know, then stop that hand!!!â
Kurama:Â âWHy should I follow your orders?â
Yoshino(blushing):Â âHaaa....Mmm....â
----The earlobe has been bitten so that the core of the head is debauched.
(Mm....I canât move, so I canât escape the stimulus.)
Yoshino(blushing):Â âAhh...this is...cowardly...â
Kurama:â I donât think itâs cowardly to use the powers available to you, but youâre right...itâs not fun. âYouâre allowed to move.â
(........!)
As soon as I felt my body lighten up, I recoiled and fell off my feet.
Kurama:Â âIâve given you permission but you still canât move a muscle.â
Kurama laughs deep in his throat as he supports my body with one hand without difficulty.
A sweet sensation crawls up my spine as my hips are traced.
Yoshino(blushing):Â âMmm....Let...go....â
Kurama:Â âFine.â
(Yikes!!)
My body loses support and falls down.
Before I could stand up again, Kurama covered me.
Kurama:Â âI lifted the spell because itâs more amusing to hunt you down and see you struggle.â
Yoshino(blushing):Â âW-Wait...â
(This is absolutely outrageous!)
I resisted and pushed back his chest.
Yoshino(blushing):Â âItâs a reward, isnât it? For me? If thatâs the case, I donât think itâs right to push me to do anything.â
Kurama:Â â...Really? I had forgotten such trifles as I watched you writhe in your misery.â
(How arrogant!)
Yoshino:Â âIf itâs a reward, why donât you do me a favor once in a while?â
Kurama:Â â...Try me.â
(Let me see....)
Yoshino:Â âLetâs talk! Yes, letâs talk!â
Kurama:Â âTalk? Right now?â
Yoshino:Â âYes, but not like this....properly, like two individuals.â
I was pushed down, and somehow my words spun out of control.
(I donât know what Iâm saying about talking in this situation.)
Kurama:Â âWhat is it? Is there something on your mind?â
-------Part 5-------
Kurama: âWhat is it? Is there something on your mind?â
Yoshino:Â âMm?â
(Ah, youâre ready to listen to me?)
I was about to ask Kurama to move out of the way when he dutifully stopped.
Kurama:Â âIf not, Iâll do what I want.â
Yoshino:Â âYes! Yes!!â
(Something. Think of something...)
As I struggled to get my head around it, I suddenly understood a question that had been nagging at me.
Yoshino:Â âToday was the first time I thought I saw Kurama speaking to a human normally.â
Kurama:Â âSo? What about it?â
Yoshino:Â âFor Kurama, strength is the only thing that counts. Isnât that right?â
Kurama:Â âOf course.â
Yoshino:Â âBut today Kurama acknowledged Heikichiro-san and treated him as a silversmith. Thatâs what I was wondering.â
Kurama:Â âHeâs a man who works for me. Thatâs what makes him different from the rest of the mediocre ants.â
Yoshino:Â â....that's it?â
(I wondered if Kurama had any other criteria for recognizing human beings other than strength and weakness.)
(What is it that makes me wish that?)
(Heikichiro-san was so happy to be recognized by Kurama....)
Kurama:Â âWhat are you trying to say?â
Yoshino:Â âHumans are really just weak creatures to Kurama, right?â
Kurama:Â âTheyâre weak and inexplicable.â
Kurama, his eyebrows raised slightly, answered my question without pause.
Kurama:Â âHe has a gift of having hands that make things shine, but he throws them away and laments in vain. And then for reasons unknown to me, he suddenly becomes motivated.â
Yoshino:Â âYou mean Heikichiro-san, right?â
Kurama:Â âWhen I think of it, not only the silversmith, but all the soldiers are creatures of contradiction. One minute theyâre getting along with each other and the next moment theyâre killing each other. After killing, they cry over the fact that they just killed their friend. Even Yoshitsune. He risked his life for the mere sentimentality of the master-servant bond, and was driven by the unseen love and hate to his brother.â
(A lot of contradictions? Thatâs for sure.)
Yoshino:Â âBut Iâm sure thatâs the strength of a person.â
Kurama:Â âWhat?â
Yoshino:Â âI think weâre all contradictory, weâre all lost, weâre all suffering, but weâre moving on.â
Kurama:Â âIt is the work of a fool to take a long way round to reach his destination.â
Yoshino:Â âInstead of having wings that can fly you to your destination like Kurama, or the power to kill an enemy with a single blow. Humans value their beliefs and the bonds they have with those around them.â
(Even Kurama is really....)
Yoshino:Â âIsnât that why you didnât take Yoshitsuneâs life right away, because you knew that? Because if he really wanted his soul, Kurama could have taken it without question.â
Kurama:Â âI donât get it. I donât understand you.â
Yoshino:Â âI want to understand Kurama.â
My heart trembles at the danger of the answer that slipped out of my mouth.
(Not as enemies, nor as a demon...)
(It would be nice if Kurama and I could talk to each other as just beings. I think so, but....)
It clearly crossed the line of being a prisoner.
Kurama: â................âÂ
There is a distinct irritation in Kuramaâs eyes as he looks down at me.
(Ah)
Kurama:Â âShut up now.â
A hand was placed on my neck, followed by a cold glare.
Kurama:Â âI must have been mistaken in thinking you were in any way interesting.â
(Even though he didnât use Kotodama.)
(I canât move.)
No matter how close I feel to him, Iâm sure Iâll never get used to the intimidation that Kurama gives off.
I knew it in my bones.
Kurama:Â âUnderstanding is an emotion that does not contribute strength. Will you still be able to think like that when youâre overtaken?â
Chapter 13
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imagine going to a cafe with your sisters and because of a bet, you had to do the chore of ordering your drinks.
you went to the counter and were welcomed by barista!Mark.
being the most introverted out of your siblings, you looked at the menus again as you planned to quickly list down your orders and escape from the torture of talking to people.
"erm can i have 1 caramel milk tea boba , 1 black sugar boba and 1 ice blended chocolate with pudding.". you managed to say out all the orders with one breath.
however, the barista, Mark, was a bit slow with his work and only got the first few words of your order.
" 1 caramel tea ? and what?". Mark asked as he looked at the screen with a confused face.
he was cute you gotta admit it but you just wanted your drinks and go back to your sisters.
"1 caramel milk tea boba , 1 black sugar boba and 1 ice blended chocolate with pudding.". you repeated, a bit slower this time.
Mark was till slowly keying in your orders. just when you thought he had finished filling in your choices of drinks, Mark scratched the corner of his head and grinned at you before excusing himself and called his co-worker.
"i'm sorry miss, can you repeat your orders? he is actually new here...". the other staff apologised politely and was ready to key in your order.
you gulped down your frustrations and forced a smile.
"1 caramel milk tea boba , 1 black sugar boba and 1 ice blended chocolate with pudding.". you repeated for the third time.
he keyed in everything and taught Mark some things before pushing the said boy back to the counter.
"ahh that would be $12 .". he cutely said.
sure Mark was cute. sure he was adorable. but his clumsiness just worsen your social anxiety.
you quickly handed him the exact amount of money and took the receipt before standing at the side as you wait for your drinks.
you reminded yourself in your head to smack your sisters for making you suffer like this.
yeah yeah,you might sound annoying and pampered but you reeeeaaaalllyyyyyy hated ordering stuffs in person. if there was a kiosk machine, that is your saviour.
back to the story,
after a few weeks, you came to the cafe again with your sisters . well, the cafe was on your way back home so a little dessert treat won't hurt, right?
you weren't feeling that good and begged your sisters to not let you go order again. you just wanted your hot lemon tea and go back home.
you glanced at the counter and saw the same barista, Mark, taking the customers' orders. you accidentally made eye-contact with him.
you swore you saw panic in Mark's eyes. you quickly looked away to not make him more anxious and waited for your sister to get your drinks.
after getting your drinks, as you were about to exit from the cafe, you saw Mark looking at you with the same panic in his eyes.
you frowned as you were confused and quickly went out. was he that afraid of you? just because he didn't get your orders right? was he scared that you complained or something? you shook your thoughts away and went back home.
a few days later, you were going back home from your part-time job,passing by the cafe like usual. you weren't in the mood for any drinks so you decided to go straight back home and lie on your comfy bed.
but your daydream was interrupted when the cafe door slammed open, and a boy ran towards you. Mark.
he stood in front of you with palms on his knees, panting from his short run.
"ma--may i help you?". you stuttered as you took out your earphones from your ears.
Mark looked up and gave a small guilty smile.
"i--i just wanted to apologise to you about the other day. i know being new here isn't an excuse,i just find you cute and and uhm i really panicked when i saw all the colourful buttons and i, i thought you were still mad because you didn't order the other day ---".
Mark's babbling was stopped as you put your hand out in front of him. you chuckled as you replied.
"no no it's okay,i totally understood your situation. you don't need to apologise okay? sure i was frustrated on that day but that doesn't mean i'm still mad at you hahahaha,".
Mark sighed in relief and held his heart. "i'm glad you are okay, not like other petty customers. and i really meant it when i said i found you cute.". Mark said with a cheesy wink.
you blinked at his attempt to flirt and laughed your way out. "then why don't you buy me some drinks sometimes, Minhyung?". you didn't know where your social anxiety went but you suddenly felt confident to tease him back.
Mark's eyes widened as he took a step closer to you.
"how do you know my name?!?!". he whispered a shout.
you leaned in towards his ear and whispered an answer. "i can actually read minds.".
Mark's eyes widened again and was about to be amazed when you chuckled at the gullible boy and shook your head.
"you're wearing your nametag.". you revealed as you chuckled again.
Mark (whose korean name is Minhyung) , scratched the corner of his forehead with an embarrassed smile as he nodded.
"so , this Saturday at 3pm?". Mark suggested with hopeful eyes.
you smiled and nodded. "i'll be waiting right here then,". you replied.
Mark was about to ask for your number when his co-worker shouted his name, calling him back in due to the overwhelming number of customers.
he gave you a guilty smile and waved his hand. "we'll go old school, hmm?". he joked.
you nodded and gave a cute smile. "why not! meet you soon!". you managed to breath out before Mark went in.
you held your chest, in which your heart was beating so fast.
*WHAT THE HELL DID I DO? DID I JUST GET MYSELF A DATE?!*. you screamed in your head.
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a/n : so here's the Mark Lee fluff! hope you guys enjoy it and don't forget to give love to our 127 squad who just made their comeback đđ
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The Ally (Okaria et Feria)
As she followed Luciferâs journey across Earth and Hell to save Nazeel from Algaron, the queen of the demons felt so frustrated. On one hand, she was trusting Lucifer and his power to stop the rogue demon. On the other hand, she could feel something was off. She could recognize the pattern of an old acquaitance. That same person who forced her to make her human lover immortal. She was raging inside. She was having enough of that personâs schemes and attacks on everything Hell, Heaven and Earth were building together. She broke her glass and teleported herself on Earth, next to Jeff, her lover. He didnât expect that and jumped.Â
- Lilith?! I wasnât waiting for you now. I thought you were busy tonight, is everything okay? (Jeff)
She turned around to face me. For a moment, he couldnât recognize the woman he loved. Her nails became claws, her skin changed to grey and her eyes were black and yellow. She wasnât looking human anymore.Â
- Shut the fuck up Jeff! Iâm trying to focus here! Just stay quiet or I will break one of your fingers! (Lilith)
Jeff stepped back slowly as he heard those words in this demonic and terrifying voice. His worries changed into fear, a wild and brutal fear that was telling him to run away...to run so far away from here. He remembered...he remembered he wasnât dating a classic woman..but the queen of the demons...
-....Iâm so sorry...I will stay quiet...(Jeff)
Lilith turned around again and stared at Jeff, seeing his expression of pure fear. She realised what she said and how she was looking by noticing her claws. She panicked and transformed into her normal self, approaching Jeff slowly with kind and good intentions.
- Itâs me who is sorry...I didnât mean to scare you off like that...to say those words..you are fine..I will never hurt you. Iâm sorry you saw me like this...(Lilith)
She grabbed his hands to caress them softly. It was calming Jeff and he was feeling slightly better.Â
- Thatâs...okay, I know you didnât mean them...however, tell me whatâs going on please? (Jeff)
She nodded and spoke with a softer voice to keep calming the situation.
- Itâs her...again. She played a dirty move on Lucifer and on Nazeel, the nephilim kid I told you about. We need to share that information with the archangels, she is certainly going to trick them too soon I suppose. Nevertheless, I didnât come here only for you. I...I have to look for someone. Would you want to come with me? Your presence helps me to stay myself. (Lilith)
Jeff approached her and kissed her forehead in a sweet way.
- Of course, I canât stop loving you. (Jeff)
- The same for me~ Take my hand. (Lilith)
They held their hands and were teleporting into a snowy mountain, in front of a huge timber house. Lilith didnât wait any further and knocked on the door several times, like a code or something. Then, several seconds passed before the door opened, revealing a tall man with blond hair and beard. He was wearing a jacket and a hammer on his trousers. He smiled and greeted them.
- Lilith! Itâs been a while! You are still as beautiful as you were last time I saw you! And you must be Jeff! I heard about you! Your integrity and honesty is something I value in humans! (???)
- T-Thanks, I guess? (Jeff)
Jeff was confused while he was checking this stranger. He didnât know how or why but he could feel that this blonde man wasnât human. Lilith was still as serious as she was.
- Jeff...this is Thor. From Asgard. (Lilith)
He was shocked to hear that information and he was agape to be in front of another divinity. Thor was laughing.Â
- Why are you that surprised Jeff? You are dating the queen of Hell afterall, hahahaha! (Thor)
- I...I know. Still, I wasnât expecting to meet someone like you! Wait..then the nordic beliefs were right?! But when we die, donât we...(Jeff)
- We donât have time for this. I already explained you how death works for mortals. Thor and Asgard exist but they mostly live in another dimension. They donât interact much with the mortals. Unlike Thor and Loki however. (Lilith)
Thor finally noticed how serious Lilith was.
- You are here for business as I can see. Donât tell me. You want me to step up about that Ghemora right? (Thor)
- If you agree. You are a free divinity, you travel across the universe whenever you wish. I canât do that because of my responsabilities. I need your help...we need your help. (Lilith)
Thor paused for a moment and thought. He smiled again and nodded.Â
- It will be my pleasure dear! I may bring Loki along with me then. Mortals donât call Loki the god of trickeries and schemes for nothing! Loki could maybe see through Ghemoraâs schemes. (Thor)
He laughed loudly.Â
- So your brother will come along with you? (Jeff)
- What? My brother Loki? Hahaha! Loki is not my brother! She is my sister! (Thor)
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This story is happening approximatively in the same time as demonâs fight from @wildstarfan ^^ I hope you will like it! First real and official apparition of Thor :D
Okaria et Feria belongs to me and @wildstarfan
Jeff, Thor, Ghemora and Loki belong to me
Lilith belongs to me and @wildstarfan
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A Test of Courage in the Woods
Summary:Â Some of the monsters decided to do a test of courage in the woods late one night.
Notes: Wrote this for @stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale October challenge for Day 5: Walk in the woods.
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âSo, remind me why weâre in the woods in the middle of the night?â Violet looked over at Clementine with crossed arms.
âBecause we all thought it would be fun to do a test of courage,â Clementine replied simply.
âYeah, thatâs right!â Louis jumped forward with his hands outstretched. One of his hands nearly popped off but luckily the young frankenstein caught in time. âItâs gonna be fun!â
Clementine smiled over at the frankenstein, her nose crinkling in amusement.
âYeah, nothing bonds monsters like a test of courage,â Sophie smiled over the werewolf.
âSure,â Violet responded.
âSo, why these woods?â Prisha had a curious expression on her face.
âWell,â Clementine took a step forward, âRumor has it that in these very woods a killer resurfaced a few years ago. All the humans warned young and old to steer clear of this place, but especially teens who seemed to be the killerâs true targets.â Clementine tried her best to amp up the spookiness in her voice.
It seemed a few monsters were falling into her story. Brody moved closer to Mitch while Minnie seemed to stay close to Sophie. But perhaps the biggest reaction to her tale thus far was from the young frankenstein who let out a fit of giggles.
âHahahaha, thatâs a good one Clem!â Louis had his hands on his knees and wiped away a mock tear. When he looked up, however, his nose scrunched up in confusion. âWhy is everyone staring at me? Is one of my limbs missing?â Louis spun around widely, his dreadlocks bouncing this way and that with his speed.
âNo, we're just confused.â Jamesâ soft voice broke everyoneâs attention away from the frankenstein and towards the cyclops. âWhy were you laughing?â
âBecause killers arenât real,â Louis stated it in a matter of fact tone as if he had just given the most basic of common sense.
All the other monsters glanced around at each other.
âWhat?â
âKillers are real,â Omar commented as he pushed his way to the front. âThere have been many unsolved cases over the years all throughout West Virginia.â
Louisâ face became deathly pale. âWhat? I just thought it was something humans added to the movies to make them scarier.â
âNo, theyâre real.â Minnie scratched the ground with her talons.
Louis stood frozen for a second until he felt Clementineâs hand on his shoulder.
âLouis, if you want to sit out of the test of courage, itâs okay.â
âNo!â Louis shook his head violently back and forth. âIâm gonna do it!â
âAlright,â Clementine searched the frankensteinâs face for a moment then continued on with her story. âThe tale goes that the killer lures teens into the woods at night to kill them and finally have company in this forest,â Clementine gestured at the woods. âHuman or monster, he doesnât care as long as he has his victim.â
Suddenly Aasimâs flames burst out of him, shooting high in the air and turning a light, faint blue. Ruby and Marlon jumped back from the fire elemental.
âOh, Iâm sorry,â Aasimâs flames faltered down but still held their color.
âMaybe it would be a better idea if you walked outside the perimeter of the woods,â Prisha offered. âIt would be a shame if we caused a forest fire.â
âYeah, gonna have to give you the boot, buddy,â Louis flashed an apologetic smile.
âMaybe youâre right,â Aasim seemed a bit disheartened. âBut itâs rude to completely exclude Ruby and myself from the test of courage!â
âWhat does Ruby have to do with it?â Brody poked her head out to look over at the fire elemental.
âN-nothing. Forget I said anything,â Aasimâs fire round his cheeks crackled and popped as he looked away from the group. But that only seemed to cause the group to become more interested.
Louis especially seemed invested in the potential romance between the fire elemental and dryad. âOh, do tell, Aasim. Do you like Ruby?â
âWhat? I⊠ummm.â Aasimâs flames were a deeper blue now.
âNow yâall leave him be,â Ruby butted into the circle around Aasim.
âWhy are you getting so defensive, Ruby?â Mitch smirked over at the dryad. Everyone was jumping into the conversation except Marlon who sidestepped the group and made his way to Sophie whose head was tilted as she listened intently to the heated debate. With all this talk about crushes, he figured he might as well see where he stood with the harpy.
âSophie,â Marlon tapped Sophieâs shoulder, causing her feathers to stick up and ruffle. She looked over, a pleasant smile appearing on her lips when she noticed the dullahan. âI just wanted to ask, wellâŠâ Marlon scratched the back of his neck. He was chickening out. What if she didnât feel the same? â What are we?â Marlon froze when he realized what he said. His hands held the sides of his head to keep it in place; he could feel it slipping.
Sophie seemed to take the question seriously, debating on what to answer when she finally chose her response. âWeâre bros,â Sophie hit her fist to her heart and then gave a sideways peace sign.
âOh, yeah.â Marlon looked down; he could feel his heart tightening. He kept his view on the ground for only a few seconds before forcing a big smile. âThe best!â
âHell yeah!â Sophie extended her fist which Marlon met in an instant. The harpy chirped happily when he did so. âWanna partner up for the test of courage?â
âSure.â Marlon smiled at the harpy before looking over at the group that was settling down. It seemed that Clementine had shut down all the badgering that was directed at Ruby and Aasim and was working on what pairs would go into the woods together. After a few minutes the pairs were decided. Mitch and Brody along with Marlon and Sophie would go through the furthest entrance. Violet and Prisha as well as Minnie and Omar would take the middle. And Clementine and Louis with Jesse and James would take the left entrance.
âYou sure youâre okay with staying outside the forest?â Brody glanced back at Ruby. âYou were really excited about it.â
âAww, donât worry about me. I just wanted to give Aasim some company and to make sure he didnât get lost going around the long way.â
âAlright,â Brody gave Ruby a quick hug, âSee you at the finish line.â Ruby returned the hug and soon the selkie was off, jogging over to Mitch and intertwining her fingers with his.
âOkay everyone, good luck!â Clementine called out before walking forward into the woods with Louis who seemed a fair mix of excited and nervous.
Aasim and Ruby watched the others disappear into the forest, not talking until they were all gone. âAre you sure, Ruby?â Aasim glanced over at the dryad. âI know how much you love walking amongst the trees.â
âThatâs very sweet of you, Aasim, but Iâm alright. I can still walk beside the trees and get to be with you.â
Aasimâs fire grew at those words, a happy smile on his face as he reached into his fireproof messenger bag. After a few seconds he pulled out the container of fireproof blue gel, handing it over to Ruby. She covered her hand in it first before Aasim did the same. Cautiously they held each otherâs hands. Excited, giddy smiles overtook their faces when it worked. It was a miracle each time to simply be able to hold each otherâs hands. Ruby and Aasim started their stroll along the perimeter of the woods. Ruby walked alongside the trees, her free hand brushing against the low hanging branches while she talked with Aasim.
âI almost blew it today,â Aasim shook his head. âThey were quite persistent.â
âThey were giving us both a hard time, but we are hiding our relationship.â Ruby glanced over at her boyfriend who looked saddened by the whole thing.
âI know. I just want to make sure that we can make this work without hurting you.â The flames on Aasim started to pick up height, swirling and dancing in the air. âThat and I have to talk to my parents and you have to with yours and-â Aasim stopped when he felt Rubyâs hand give his a gentle squeeze.
âIt's gonna be alright. Weâll figure it out. Together.â
âTogether,â Aasim took a deep breath. âIâm sorry. Letâs focus on our time together.â
âSounds good to me,â Ruby swayed her and Aasimâs hands slightly as they continued their walk. âSo, any idea whoâs gonna reach the finish line first?â
âProbably Jesse and James or maybe Prisha and Violet.â Aasim placed his hand on his chin.
âThat would make sense. But it could always be an underdog team like Mitch and Brody.â
âPerhaps orâŠ. No.â Aasim shook his head.
âWhat?â
âI was going to say Sophie and Marlon but Marlon can get spooked easily and Sophie can wellâŠâ
âBe a bit of a scatterbrain.â Ruby chuckled. âShe sure can. I bet sheâs gonna get distracted by the woods.â
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âOh, hold on Marlon,â Sophieâs voice made the dullahan stop as he looked to see the harpy fly up and sink her talons into a tree branch. With a few happy tweets she let herself fall upside down and swing back and forth.
Marlon chuckled and looked at the harpy. âWhat are you doing, Soph?â
âSorry, I just needed to do it once. I canât resist a good tree branch. But I promise this will be the only one.â Sophie gave an apologetic chirp as she shook out her feathers. A few loose ones fell to the ground. Marlon shook his head but he had a happy smile on his face. A smile that made the harpyâs heart race quicken. Sophie stared at the dullahan for a moment. Why had she been so stupid? She had been given the perfect chance to share her feelings. But instead she said they were bros. Marlon seemed happy with it though. So maybe her feelings wouldnât be reciprocated.
Sophie shook herself out of her thoughts and swung herself upwards. She would just be the best bro ever then. Flying over and landing beside Marlon, she continued through the dark woods with him. They walked in content silence for a few minutes. Both of them didnât seem too spooked yet. Although they would have to be careful to make sure Marlonâs head didnât fall on the ground whenever the spooks did get to them. Sophie glanced over at the dullahan then back at the forest. âI got worms.â
âExcuse me?â Marlon looked over in confusion.
âIn my pocket,â Sophie dug her hand into her pocket and revealed some pink worms that squirmed in her hands. âYâknow, for a snack. Want some?â She held out her hand with a casual grin.
âOh, no thanks,â Marlon replied then glanced away.
Sophie looked at the dullahan then back at the worms. Great going, Sophie! Thatâs not how to be a good bro! Of course he didnât want worms. He probably thinks eating bugs is weird.
âThatâs cool. Iâm not hungry either.â Sophie lied, stuffing the worms back into her pockets. Before Marlon could speak otherwise to her statement, the pair was cut off by the loud growling sound of the harpyâs stomach. Marlon and Sophie looked down at her stomach then at each other. Sophie gave a nervous laugh.
âWow, ummmmâŠ.â Sophieâs eyes searched desperately for anything she could use as a topic. âLetâs take the right path!â She pointed her finger towards the right side of the woods.
âYou sure?â
âYep, right is always right! Right?â Sophie flashed a goofy smile.
Marlon gave a good natured laugh. âOkay. Yâknow you could always fly above the tree line and find the best route.â
Sophie felt like an idiot for not thinking of that obvious solution. âNah,â She waved a hand dismissively. âWhereâs the excitement in that? Besides, itâs more fun to wander the woods with you,â She playfully nudged the dullahanâs shoulder, âBro.â
âRight,â Marlon led the way, leaving Sophie alone with her thoughts. The harpy glanced up to the sky and wondered if it was the better call to just fly up and see the finish line.
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âI think I see it,â Omar glanced up at Minnie. A few loose red feathers fluttered past Omar and down towards the trees below. The harpy and brownie bobbed slightly up and down with the beat of Minnieâs wings.
âYou sure?â Minnie tilted her head as she looked down. A small bubble of anxiety was still in the pit of her stomach at putting this idea in action. Sure, she was careful with Omar and made sure her talons werenât applying any pressure to the brownie, but she also had to make sure she wouldnât drop him.
âYes, if we take the left path for most of the way then veer right, we should make it out of the woods.â
âOkay, down we go then,â Minnie gently glided down towards the solid ground. A relieved twitter escaped her lips when Omar had successfully gotten to the ground safely.
âGood work,â The brownie held up his hand. Minnie leaned over ever so slightly and high-fived Omar.
âYeah, go team!â Minnie cleared her throat. She hadnât spent too much time alone with Omar, but from their shared Home Ec class he always seemed cool.
âShall we?â Omar gestured to the left path.
âYeah, letâs kick the other teamsâ asses!â Minnie crowed and led the way. Omar jogged beside her, his feet softly pitter pattering on the dirt. He gave a soft laugh.
âYeah, that would surprise them.â
âWhyâs that?â
âWell, weâre clearly the odd ones out in terms of why the others paired up.â
âTrue. But weâll win and show that friends can win.â
Yeah,â Omar smiled up at the harpy. âThe unlikely duo of a harpy and a brownie.â
Minnie returned the smile then looked back at the path. Both of them walked in silence for a little while before Minnie decided to start up a conversation.
âSoâŠ.. Omar, why do you like cooking?â Minnie paused at her own question. It felt like such a stupid thing to ask a brownie.
Omar didnât seem to view the question that way though. Instead of being annoyed or upset by the simple question, he gave it serious thought. âI like it because of the joy it brings.â Omar had such a gentle smile on his face as he spoke. âTo see how happy my cooking makes others. It makes me feel happy. Feels like I have a gift worth pursuing that I want to pursue not because itâs something my fellow brownies say I should do, but because I want to.â
Minnieâs eyes widened, surprised by the thoughtful response. âWow, shit. Youâve really thought it through.â
âI spend a lot of time with my thoughts,â Omar shrugged. âWhat about you, Minnie? Got any hidden gifts?â
âWell, âgiftâ is a strong word. But I love singing. I wanna pursue it but I donât know,â Minnie shook her head. â It may just look fucking stupid to be known as a giant bird who sings.â
âI donât think so.â
Minnieâs eyes shot over when she heard Omarâs statement.
âI say if it makes you happy you should pursue it.â
Minnie felt her heart warm at the brownieâs words. âSo,â Minnie redirected the conversation. âThink anyone else will use their innate monster abilities to get to the end?â
âI wouldnât be surprised.â
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âDonât worry, Jesse. Iâve got heightened eyesight,â James reassured his boyfriend who walked beside him. âSo I wonât let anything happen to you now that-â
âNow that Iâm basically blind,â Jesse sighed, his black snakes curled around the gorgonâs face, hissing softly as they searched the darkened woods. The world was already tinted darker to Jesse thanks to the special sunglasses he had to wear in order not to petrify others. But now that it was late at night, in the woods, with barely any natural light⊠Well, he might as well be blind.
âYouâre not blind because you have me,â James smiled warmly over at his boyfriend and was met with some annoyed hisses from the snakes. âAnd your snakes.â The snakes moved back and forth, clearly happy with Jamesâ correction. âJust follow my lead and everything will be okay.â
James strolled forward only to stop when he heard a soft thud beside him. Looking over, his eye grew large when he noticed that Jesse had faceplanted onto the ground. It seemed that he had tripped over a rock. A rock that James hadnât seen.
âJesse, Iâm sorry!â James kneeled down to help up his boyfriend. âI didnât see that rock.
âI figured,â Jesse had a small frown on his face. âI need my glasses,â Jesse turned his face away, his eyes firmly closed. He didnât want to risk hurting James.
âRight, of course.â James searched the area, his eye quickly spotting the black sunglasses. Gently picking them up, he handed them back to the gorgon who gave a short thanks before placing them securely back on his face. âOk, just give me one minute.â James didnât wait for Jesse to respond and bolted off ahead. Gotta make sure there are no more rocks or sticks on the path. The cyclops made quick work throwing the rocks off the path and soon rejoined his boyfriendâs side. âIâm back.â
âWhat were you doing?â Jesse quirked an eyebrow. One of his snakes slithered forward and eyed the cyclops.
âClearing the path. You wonât be tripping again.â James slowly intertwined his fingers with Jesseâs. âYou ready for a nice walk?â
âA walk? Sure. How nice it will be depends on if I trip again.â
âYou wonât.â James gave Jesseâs hand a reassuring squeeze.
Jesse turned towards James with a smirk. âI was teasing.â The gorgon looked back forward. âIt's always nice walking with you.â
Jamesâ eye grew large before softening. A happy smile appeared on his lips as his face grew pink. âWell then, letâs enjoy our walk.â James declared softly before he heard another thunk. Glancing over, he noticed that he had led Jesse straight into a tree.
âJesse!â
Jesse rubbed his face with a groan, the snakes on his head hissing and spitting angrily. âNo other team can be struggling as much as us.â
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Brody felt her heart racing wildy as her eyes darted around the forest. It was a bit of struggle going through the dark woods. There was nothing inherently wrong with a nighttime walk through the woods. But that story Clem told had set the selkieâs heart racing. She could feel her heartbeat pounding softly in her ears as she pulled her sealskin closer to her.
âDon't worry, Brody!â Mitch smiled over his girlfriend. âIâll make sure nothing gets to us! If there is some fucking psycho out here, he wonât stand a chance against us!â
Brody looked up at the minotaur with a warm smile. âYeah, youâre right.â She grabbed her boyfriendâs hand which caused the minotaurâs tail to curl around his leg.
âIâll punch anything that jumps out at us!â Mitch declared loudly as he walked alongside Brody.
âJust make sure itâs not one of our friends.â Brody gave a teasing smile over to her boyfriend.
Mitch returned the smile then focused on the woods ahead. His hoofs clacked softly against the dirt ground. âSo, you ready for your next swim match?â The minotaur looked over to the selkie.
âYeah, Coach Garcia has helped me out with a technique that will make my swimming even faster.â
âHeh, the competition better watch out. Theyâre gonna get their asses kicked this Thursday!â
âDamn right!â Brody had a proud smile on her face. She glanced down for a moment, pulling the sealskin closer around her as she stopped walking, causing Mitch to do the same. âAre you going to be able to come to the match?â
âOf course! I wouldnât fucking miss it for the world!â Mitchâs statement made Brody look up and lock eyes with the minotaur. Getting up on tiptoes, Brody planted a soft kiss on Mitchâs cheek.
âThanks, Mitch.â
Mitch had an excited smile on his face, his tail curling even further around his leg. âCome on, Brodes. Letâs be the first through the test of courage!â
Brody laughed goodnaturedly as she jogged to catch up to her boyfriendâs long strides. âThere isnât any prize.â
âSure there is,â
Brody looked over with a curious expression.
âBragging rights.â
âAlright, then let's get those bragging rights.â
âHell yeah!â
Mitch and Brody continued, focused entirely on making it through the forest as quickly as they could.
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Violet couldnât care less how long it took to make it through the woods. It was nice here. The cool wind, the shining light of the moon. Her girlfriendâs hand in hers. She couldnât think of a better way to spend an evening.
âItâs lovely tonight,â Prishaâs voice drew the werewolfâs attention. Her tail began to wag back and forth wildly when she saw how beautiful Prisha looked in the moonlight.
âYeah,â Violet had a warm smile on her face as she looked at Prisha only to look away when she locked eyes with the vampire. âSo, what direction should we go?â
Prisha shrugged. âI donât have a preference. Iâm quite enjoying our time in the woods.â
âYeah, itâs nice here,â Violetâs tail swayed back and forth at a steady pace. Something about the woods always felt so comforting to Violet. Maybe it had something to do with her werewolf instincts. The stars looked super pretty tonight too. Violetâs tail wagged faster. This was the best test of courage she had ever done. It was the only one she had ever done, but the statement still held true.
âI remember when I used to live in the woods.â Prisha smiled around at the forestry. âThose years were so peaceful. Just the calming presence of the woods and me.â Prisha let out a happy sigh. âThose decades were so tranquil.â Prisha slipped her hand out of Violetâs and strolled over to examine a tree. âThere was nothing quite like it.â
âMaybe I should leave you and the woods alone,â Violet grumbled, annoyed that Prisha was no longer beside her.
Prisha glanced over her girlfriend. âMy, Violet, are you jealous of the woods?â The vampire had a teasing expression on her face.
âWhy would I be jealous of some shitty trees,â Violet crossed her arms and looked away. Her words didnât match up with her body language. Her tail had gone limp against her leg and her ears were sad and droopy. âLetâs just keep moving.â The werewolf sulked away further into the dark forest.
âVi,â Prisha strolled forward. âYou surely canât think I was comparing these woods to you.â
Violetâs ears remained flat as she walked forward. âDoesnât matter what I think.â
âIt does to me,â Prisha reached out and grabbed Violetâs hand. Violet paused when she felt the cold embrace of the vampireâs hand. âNothing compares to you.â
Violet looked up at Prisha with wide eyes. Her ears perked up and her tail slowly started wagging. âExcept you.â Violet awkwardly rubbed the side of her arm. She shook her head. âNo, wait, that sounded better in my head.â
Prisha smiled at her girlfriend and gently captured her lips in a kiss. Violetâs eyes grew large as her tail swayed widely back and forth. She leaned into the kiss for a moment then pulled away. They looked at each other with shy smiles. Violet had grabbed both of Prishaâs hands with a happy smile on her face. She leaned her head back and let out a joyful howl that echoed throughout the woods. An evening in the woods really was the best.
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The woods were the worst. They were dark and scary and the sounds of creatures whispering from the trees made Louisâ skin crawl. Still, he wanted to prove that he had courage. Thatâs what the test was all about. He especially wanted to prove it to Clementine. He glanced over at the human who seemed comfortable strolling through the woods.
It was so odd, how Clem made him feel. Whenever he was with her heâd get really nervous and his heart would start pounding wildly. When it first happened he had wondered if it was due to the tea he had on the way to school. But that had only happened when he had caffeine and the tea didnât have that. After observing the others, Louis figured he had what they had: love sickness. Is that the right term? Louis cocked his head to the side in thought when he noticed Clementine look over at him. The pair glanced at each other then shared a quick smile before looking away. There it was again. His heart was acting wild, he could feel his face heating up too.
âSo, think weâll finish first?â Clementine glanced over at the frankenstein.
âYeah! Weâll show them what weâre capable of.â Louis had a confident smile on his face.
âNot scared of the woods?â Clementine had a playful smile on her lips.
âWho, me? Nah,â Louis shook his head and flashed the biggest smile he could. âThe woods should be scared of me!â He lifted up his arm and flexed it.
Clementine chuckled. âThey should be terrified.â
âExactly,â Louis strode forward, a new wave of confidence coursing through his veins. Clementine joined his side when all of the sudden a howl echoed throughout the woods, causing some of the birds to fly up from their nests and into the sky. âAhhh!â Louis yelped and jumped into Clementineâs arms.
Clementine could feel her heart racing but it wasnât because of the sound. It was the fact that Louis was in her arms. She could feel her face heating up when she noticed out of the corner of her eye that one of Louisâ hands had come off and was flying through the air. Pivoting her legs, she reached out one of her hands and caught the loose limb.
She looked at the frankensteinâs hand wriggling within her own. This wasnât exactly how she envisioned holding Louisâ hand for the first time. When she first came to Ericson, she wasnât sure if sheâd get along with the monsters. But now here she was in the woods holding the monster she had caught feelings for. Clementine shook herself out of her thoughts. She needed to focus.
âThanks, Clem!â Louisâs cheery voice made the human turn her head to look towards the frankenstein. Thatâs when she noticed how close their faces were. Both of their faces took on a shade of blush as they looked away.
âIâm just glad youâre okay.â Clementine set down Louis who brushed off his clothes when he noticed he was missing one of his appendages. He turned his head wildly, making his dreadlocks bounce here and there.
âNeed a hand?â Clementine twisted her hand back and forth, displaying the hand.
âOh, thanks.â Louis took the hand and reattached it with a small pop. âGotta had some more stitches next time.â The two smiled at each other for a few seconds too long then both glanced away again.
âSo, shall I take the lead?â Clementine gestured to the path in front of them.
âI couldnât think of a better guide.â Louis soon followed Clem, leaning closer to her whenever there was a sound that spooked him. Clementine noticed the frankensteinâs nerves and decided to lighten the mood with some casual conversation. The pair soon got caught up in their talks, so much so they barely noticed when they made it to the finish line. Only two other pairs were there so far.
âThatâs bullshit,â Mitch huffed, his tail flicking back and forth. âBrody and I totally got here first!â
âOh really?â Jesse had a smug smirk on his face. âBecause how I remember it is that you two showed up after us.â
âGuys, come on, thereâs no need to fight,â James tried to step between them and waved his hands back and forth.
âMitch, itâs not a big deal.â Brody added from the sidelines.
âIt is to me! I-â Mitch stopped when he noticed Clem and Louis. âLooks like others are showing up.â
The others turned and saw the frankenstein and human giggling with each other, still not noticing the other monsters.
âTheyâre cute,â James smiled as he watched.
âTheyâre dumbasses,â Mitch shook his head. âJust gotta go for it.â
âSays the minotaur that got asked out instead of doing the asking.â Jesse smirked.
Mitch was about to speak up but Brody beat him to it. âHey, you two over here!â She waved at Louis and Clem who waved back and strolled over.
âHey, guys! Looks like we made it through the test of courage!â Louis smiled proudly.
âIs it just you guys so far?â Clementine asked before glancing back at the woods.
âYeah, Iâm sure the others arenât far behind though,â James said with an optimistic expression. The three pairs sat down in the clearing and waited for the others.
Minnie and Omar were the next pair to make it through. Both were smiling and talking about something when Omar noticed the others. The next couple didnât appear out of the woods but rather on the outer perimeter. Ruby and Aasim quickly let go of each otherâs hands when they noticed the others. The dryad and fire elemental soon joined the group and got caught up in discussing the beauty of the woods when they heard an excited crow. No one even had to look to know it was Sophie. The harpy flew up in the air and did some quick circles before landing beside the dullahan again, exclaiming proudly how they werenât last place. After a few more minutes, Prisha and Violet appeared from the woods. Both seemed perfectly content with taking their time. The werewolfâs tail wagged happily as she strolled forward with the vampire.
âAre we last?â Prisha looked around at the others. âDamn, how unfortunate.â The other monsters shared a look; it was clear based on the vampireâs expression that she didnât mean it.
âWell, looks like everyone made it through.â Clementine looked around her circle of friends.
âYep!â Sophie chirped. âWe showed that test of courage who was boss!â
âWe should do a victory cheer!â Louisâ suggestion had all the monsters unsure as he stuck his hand in the middle of the circle.
âSounds good to me,â Clementine added her hand into the circle and caught the teasing look in Violetâs eyes. âWhat?â
âNothing.â Violet shrugged and added her hand. One by one the other monsters added their hands into the pile.
âGoooooooo, monster pals!â Louis shoot his hand in the air along with others who look confused by the cheer.
âWe definitely need a better cheer,â Violet shook her head.
âWell, we could always make a new one one next time.â Clementine offered.
âOh? Are we gonna do this again?â Sophie bounced excitedly on her talons.
âOnly if the rest of you want to.â
The group of monsters started to grow loud, each monster adding in their opinion until it was decided upon. This wouldnât be the only test of courage these young monsters would face. As Clementine glanced around at her friends, she could tell that they were excited for next time, whenever that might be.
#twdg#twdg clementine#twdg louis#twdg violet#twdg prisha#twdg sophie#twdg marlon#twdg minnie#twdg omar#twdg jesse#twdg james#twdg brody#twdg mitch#twdg ruby#twdg aasim#twdg marlie#twdg messe#twdg moody#twdg privet#clouis#rusim#we are monsters we are proud au#fanfic#twdgoctoberchallenge
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Matters of the heart Ep 1
Matters of the heart
Book 1 Episode 1
PrologueÂ
{zoom on a hot air balloon floating in the sky then fade to a sleeping ruddiger; he jumps in surprise when varian swings into frame down next to him by a rope}
Varian: *narration as he moves around working on the balloon* Itâs been almost a year since I've seen Corona. A year since I left home. 3 years since I was labeled the traitor of Corona. Since then Iâve been traveling the kingdoms. Finding out more about âmagicâ. Iâve encountered so many amazing things. Things that science would fail to recognize. Iâve seen so many countries.Â
{He flips through a book he has filled with creatures and machines heâs encountered}
Varian: *narration as we see cuts of memories of him fighting villains* nothing has been easy. People still try to threaten the kingdoms. But in order to redeem my name I've fought them all with the power of alchemy and the studies of the great lord Demanitus A small cult following Zahn tiri has recently risen up. Iâve been following their actions for some time. It seems they want to form a new Zahn tiri somehow and hopefully I can stop them before itâs too late for Corona.
{Ruddiger jumps on his shoulder}
Varian: as far as Iâm aware Ruddiger, they need a host to hold Zahn tiriâs power,a vessel if you will. Even then I donât know how they would force the power into the host. And to be honest I donât want to think about it...Â
{sighs and thunks head}
Varian: OW!... *pulls out an invite from Rapunzel* ugh...the winter ball...I know the cult is heading to Corona for the device blueprints. Heaven knows why. but...I would rather deal with Zahn tiri itself than the Corona nobility.
Ruddiger: *chitters*
Varian: WHO ARE YOU CALLING A COWARD!?
Ruddiger: *chitters*
Varian: HEY! Watch your bloody mouth!
Ruddiger: *hisses*
Varian: yes I know it would mean a lot to the queen, and I could see Dad again, and I could catch the cult in action but..I... auuughh! *leans on the balloon basket and sadly stares at the clouds rolling by*
{Begins song âfight for youâ} Varian: Every chance get to prove myself I blow it No matter what I do Iâm the âtraitorâ
Wouldnât you know it? But even if I never get a thank you Iâll still fight for you Why do they still hate me? I need something to sate me From this growing hole inside! They scream for help and oblige Even if I know my hopes for praise are just a lie But no matter what I go through Iâll continue to fight for you. But you know once in a while If for once someone would show me a smile Perhaps a lady with eyes of a lovely hue Someone I could look to And say Iâll fight for you. {End song}
Varian: *tears up but brushes them away before looking at the invitation Ruddiger then jumps on his shoulder* sigh...well Ruddiger I guess weâre going home huh?
Ruddiger: *chitters happily and running around*
{Varian walks over to a rope in the balloon and pulls it}
Varian: Corona...here I come.Â
{cut to Corona castle with Rapunzel in the middle of the Ballroom watching it be set up}
Rapunzel:Â Looking good everyone! Careful! Donât fall off that ladder!
Eugene: thereâs my beautiful queen!
{Eugene walks over and smooches her} Eugene: That nausea getting better? Rapunzel: *walks over to pick up a box of decorations* nope! But that doesnât stop me from being queen!
Eugene: *takes the box from her* look Blondie I know you're excited about the winter ball and everything but should you really be up and about like this?
Rapunzel: Eugene, we talked about this.
Eugene: Yeah I know you still have duties as leader yadda yadda, blah blah. But seriously you need to consider your condition.Â
Rapunzel: Eugene this baby isnât coming for a few months Iâm sure I can handle it.
Eugene: I'm never going to win against you am I?
Rapunzel: not a chance.
Eugene: so...Did our âspecialâ guest ever reply?Â
Rapunzel: no...I donât even know if heâll show up... I get that heâs nervous but...I miss my friendâŠ
Eugene: *cups her cheek* Heâll show...Iâm sure of it.
Rapunzel: thank you...EugeneâŠ
{Cut to nighttime at the castle and Varian walking into the ballroom dressed in his best clothes but still with goggles he gets glares from many as he hands his invitation over} Announcer: Announcing Friend of the Queen Mr. V- Varian: *whispering* Wait no sto- Announcer: Mr.Varian!
{The room stops talking and some gasp in horror; He facepalms in annoyance before shoulder checking the announcer and walking into the ballroom} Rapunzel: Varian! Varian: My lady queen...*bows* Rapunzel: Varian weâve been over this. Just Rapunzel!
Eugene: Varian! Thereâs my old buddy... Really with the goggles dude? Varian: huh? oh...I mustâve forgot...oops⊠Rapunzel: Thatâs alright you look dashing! Itâs so good to see you! *hugs* and you know there are many lovely ladies here maybe youâll oh I donât know...stick around?
Varian: *sees a hooded man in the background and gasps* y-yes...of course, If youâll excuse me, Your majestyâŠ. Eugene: ...heâs here for work? Rapunzel: oh yeah⊠Eugene: Double the guards? Rapunzel: Yup. Eugene: on it.
{He tries to make his way across the ballroom comically bumping into people and things before tripping over a woman's dress and breaking a vase of roses} Estelle: {Runs over} are you alright? Varian: {takes fallen rose and presents it} Flowers mâlady? Estelle: {laughs and helps him up} youâre Varian yes? Varian: Seems my reputation precedes me...Traitor of Corona at your service. Estelle: {laughs} What a witty mouth you have sir, Iâm Duchess Estelle. Iâve heard many things about you...Perhaps your feet work as well as your tongue? may I have this dance? Varian: uhhh...*sees the villain in the background* ummm...
Estelle: You CAN dance? can you not?
Varian: *looks at Rapunzel whos nodding* Um...uhhh yes? I think?
Estelle: Wonderful! well then shall we?
Varian: *whimpers and nods taking her hand*
{When she's not looking Varian turns back to look at Rapunzel clearly annoyed}
Varian: *makes a throat slit motion and whispers* I'm going to KILL you!
Rapunzel: *snerk*
{Song âHelloâ begins} {VARIAN}
Stepping on the ballroom tile Shall we begin? One look at your eyes and I feel the beguile This strange new feeling is quite hard to pin But with the melodic cello guiding me through I might as well listen to the feeling within And say Hello to you {ESTELLE} Your eyes hold such mystery within them tonight And though the rhythm is mellow Our feet do so take flight And even if look away my cheeks are aglow So why not bestow a friendly hello {BOTH} As we both dance here my heart feels so light Itâs as if weâre in a starlit meadow No one else in sight And as the music bids our bodies to flow I must say to you hello {VARIAN} More lovely than a rainbow {ESTELLE} Here in the ballrooms glow {BOTH} hello
{Estelle and Varian stare lovingly at each other before leaning in to kiss; Varian looks up and sees Rapunzel excited then looks at Estelle. at first, he looks heartbroken but then he just scowls and pushes her away before walking off leaving her confused and hurt}
Varian: Of course youâd do that...
Rapunzel: V-Varian? Varian: no offense Rapunzel...but I donât need a matchmaker or pity {runs in the direction of the villain with Estelle following} Estle: Varian!? wait!....I did not mean to offend you⊠*she gets a determined look and follows {Varian walks into the room housing the device blueprints} Varian: *throws vial at the Villain*
Noremoth: AUGH! Varian: put it down and we wonât have a problem Noremoth: eh? Who? Wait arenât you that six-year-old running around and warning us âdonât hurt Coronaâ or some crap like that? Why donât you run off to mummy...Iâm not about to fight a baby⊠Varian: S-SIX!? YOU THINK IâM SIX!? YOU SIR DOUBT MY CAUSATION OF NIGHTMARES! If I were you Iâd be asking for mercy! Noremoth: PFFFFTTT!!! HAHAHAHA! Oh, sweet mother of the 7 kingdoms, thatâs funny! Now hereâs whatâs going to happen...Iâm going to walk out with these blueprints...and youâre going to let me⊠{Varian takes out his sword}
Noremoth: wrong choice! HAHAHA! *grabs him and throws him*
Varian: ugh why do we always have problems?
Noremoth: *goes to swing a sword at him* Varian: *stops it with his own sword*
{They struggle for a few seconds before a vase is smashed on Noremothâs head} Varian: What the-!? *sees Estelle*
{Noremoth grabs the device blueprints and makes a portal with a wave of his glove and escapes}
Varian: NO!!....
Estelle: What just happened? Varian: They got the blueprints...Why are you here!? What did you think you were doing!? I donât need some precious pampered duchess helping me! Estelle: well that's debatable.Â
Varian: What do you want from me? Following me like a lost puppy. I donât need your pity! *runs out* Estelle: What Pity!? V-Varian UGHH! *follows* {Cut to Varian running outside in the dead of night} Varian: Their glove portals can only go so far...where are youâŠ.* he scans the area outside and sees a glow from the Royal gardens* THERE! {Varian runs for the gardens; Estelle follows him} Estelle: Wait! Is this not a job for the royal guards!? *she trips and falls* AUGH! Blast these shoes! *she throws her heels off and runs after him* {Noremoth meets up with 4 others in the garden.} Noremoth: I got the blueprints for the device...
Cult member 2: Excellent! Let us retreat before- Varian: Before me? *cocky smile* Yeah I donât think SOO-AHHH!
{Varian falls to the ground as Estelle has tripped onto him}
Estelle: oh iâm sorry! My dress is quite long. Not for running⊠Cult member 2: is this a joke? Because this is ridiculous Varian: *gets up* the only thing that will be ridiculous is your defeat... *he takes out his sword* Estelle: Eep! *moves out of the way as the fighting starts* {Varian holds his own against all 4. He even kills one leaving only three members now and kicks the body to the side. But one knocks him down. His ponytail comes out and his long hair falls on his shoulders} Varian: AUGH! Estelle: *gasps* ohh what am I doing!?...*looks around and sees the dead cult members sword* âŠ.today is just not my day! {Estelle rips her dress so itâs shorter and grabs the sword; As a cult member prepares to stab Varian from behind Estelle swoops in and deflects the attack*
Varian: What the f-Have you ever fought before!? Estelle: to be honest dear sir no I have not! Varian: OH GREAT!
{ the fighting continues for a few more seconds before Estelle swings the sword cutting off a cult members arm} Cult member 3: AUUUGHH! Estelle: I just cut off a manâs arm! I feel unwell! Varian: Please donât vomit! {Estelle is punched to the ground by a Noremoth} Estelle: AHH! Varian: Donât you know itâs rude to hit a lady!? Noremoth: youâll pay for what youâve done to us Varian! Weâll be back! thanks for the blueprints! {They Escape through a portal} Estelle: *moans as she gets up* Varian: Easy! Catch your breath...Are you alright mâlady? Estelle: Yes...some hot brandy and Iâll be right as rain⊠Varian: *is suddenly angry* I told you I donât need your pity! You couldâve gotten killed just now! Estelle: And if it werenât for me you would have been dead! Varian: I was handling it! Do you know what the kingdom would have done had you died!? Oh, thatâd be a field day for me! Estelle: You fopdoodle! Your head is bleeding and you call that handling it!? Varian: At least I was actually fighting you were swinging the sword about like it was a tree branch! You dew-beater! Estelle: your tongue may be sharp but this rock it sharper! Hyah! *throws rock and it bounces off his chest and back at her face* OW! Varian: HAHAHA! Estelle: oh bleeding heck...oww..oh yuck it up youâŠ*snerk* you idiot..haha {They both laugh together} Estelle:...Iâm sorry that I got your blueprints stolen⊠Varian: itâs alright...Iâll get them next time...you know normally I dread coming to corona...everyone normally hates to see me...ya know since I'm a âtraitorâ but...despite everything ...tonight was funâŠ
{Estelle smiles but Varian frowns and sighs} Varian: well I best be off⊠Estelle: T-to where? Varian: anywhere but here...sorry...but there is no place for me in Corona...not anymore...Lovely meeting you Duchess Estelle. *bows* {he goes to leave} Estelle...Wait!...we could make a place for you! Varian: huh? Estelle: Corona may feel small but it doesnât have too! There is always a place for someone! No matter their past! I know you may not believe me, Matters of the heart such as friendship, love and regret are hard to understand but...If I may...Perhaps I could help you!..
Varian: You...want to be a friend of mine? Estelle: If youâd stay!...please dear sir? Iâd hate you see you go all alone. VarianâŠ..*grins* alright...I havenât seen my old lab in a while...why not? Estelle: we have an accord then sir? *holds out hand* Varian:....deal⊠{they shake hands}
{begin the flashes of them together through the years}
{flash one}
{Estelle sits with him in his lab as he prepares to combine chemicals}
Estelle: is this a good idea?
Varian: I don't know but alchemy is always an-
{it explodes in his face making Estelle jump and fall off her chair}
Varian:...adventure...
Estelle: Oh my God are you okay!? {laughing}
{end flash one begin flash two}
{Estelle walks in with a fake sword in her gut} Estelle: Varian...I...Please...hel...p..me Varian: ESTELLE! Oh my lor- *gags at blood* oh lord the blood...S-stay with me Estelle..Youâre gonna live! You-
Estelle: *laughs* got you! *holds up fake sword while Varian has an âare you serious?â face*
{end flash two begin flash three}
{Estelle is reading a book but sets it down}
Estelle: Varian do you Believe in love?
Varian: Oh! Umm..well Scientifically as an emotion yes! There are many examples of love, platonic, familial, romant-!?
{Estelle kisses him and then they stare at each other}
Varian: Feel anything?
Estelle: Nope!
Varian: Good me neither!Â
{end flash three begin flash four} {Varian hands her a box} Varian: itâs a gift⊠Estelle: a gift? For moi? Varian: you bet⊠{Estelle pulls out a lovely peasant dress and gasps Varian: itâs not much but I figured it would make you look less out of place when in Old Corona...Sorry i know itâs not the silk youâre used to but- Estelle: Varian itâs perfect! Varian: Really!? Estelle: are you serious!? No crinoline, no tight corset, soft cotton!? Itâs perfect! {she jumps on him in a hug} Estelle: oh! Um⊠right...sorry.. Varian: heh...yeah...itâs..all good⊠{fourth flash ends; fifth begins}
{Estelle is told she is to marry the duke in front of a crowd. She looks distraught}
Varian: {gets a determined look and he runs to his lab; shows him working on something}
{estelle gets a note telling her to meet him at the orchard; when she arrives jars with fireflies hang from the branches and Varian sits by a picnic blanket}
Estelle: Varian what is th-?
Varian: Estelle...you are a strong, beautiful, intelligent woman that any man would be lucky to have. I know you're scared but I want you to know you donât have to be. Iâll be here for you. Forever and always⊠*gets on one knee* I know you have to marry this duke but...I hope if you could have me....Would you marry me? *opens the box to reveal an opal necklace*
Estelle: *crying happily* Yes!... Yes, I will!Â
{they kiss and then it cuts to Estelle marrying the duke in a grand ceremony. Cut to Estelle and Varian at night in front of the lake wearing simple clothes. Varian puts the opal on her neck and she gives him a sunstone necklace. They then kiss and Ruddiger on a branch above them drops flower petals on them}
Estelle: Ah! Haha! Varian: Ruddiger!...
{cut to later in the year at night and the streets of Old Corona are lit and a band is playing with people dancing in the street; Varian dances happily with Estelle and theyâre happily laughing; Estelle trips on her feet but Varian catches her and holds her} Estelle:....I love you⊠Varian: *visibly surprised but then softly smiles*....I love you too...
{cut to Estelle looking nervous standing in Varians arms with Varian clearly upset and holding Estelle close}
Varian: any normal couple would be happy...but we arenât normal...are we?
Estelle: *crying* Iâm afraid not.
Varian: youâre of noble bloodâŠa noble houseâŠIâm the traitor of Corona. Estelle, our child deserves so much more than me. *strokes her cheek*
Estelle: Varian! You are the man I love...But I understand...Please forgive me for this...
Varian: there is nothing to forgive...Iâll always be here...You know that donât you?
Estelle: *sobs* Yes of course I do...and I will always love you...forever.Â
Varian: *bends down to her stomach* I love you too...both of you...I donât even know them and yet I love them...
Estelle: our babyâŠ.
Varian:âŠhey there...you be good for your mother okay? You may not know who I am in life but...I will know who you are. Youâre my kid...and I will always be there for you. Iâll always protect and love you...even from afar. I promise.Â
Estelle:âŠI love youâŠI always will. goodbyeâŠVarianâŠ
{she leaves crying as Varian collapses to his knees; Cuts to Varian sadly standing out in the snow watching the sunrise}
Eugene: Hey, there he is! man of the hour!â
Varian: huh? Oh, My king welcome to old Corona.. what do you mean âMan of the hourâ?â
Eugene: aw come on VerââŠThe duchess Estelle..she had her little bundle of joy last night.â
Varian: What!?⊠Is she okay!? how is she!? and the Baby!?
Eugene: whoa easy there! donât blow a gasket! sheâs fine and the little guy is pretty cute too!â
Varian: waitâŠlittle..guy? itâs..Itâs a boy?â
Eugene: yup all snip and snails and puppy dog tails..
{Varian cries a bit}
Eugene: we getting emotional daddy-o?
Varian: h-how do you know?
Eugene: blondie told me months ago. after you uhâŠbroke it off with the Duchess..
Varian: It was to protect her reputationâŠplus sheâs marriedâŠ
Eugene: Yeah, I knowâŠshe named the kid IsaiahâŠkinda old-timey..
Varian: better than Eugene.â
Eugene: ah-âŠtoucheâŠoh but kidâŠCongratsâŠ
{Cut to baby Isaiah sleeping in his crib}
Varian: Yeah...thanks.. {END CREDITS}
#tangled#tangled the series#TTS#RTA#Varian#tts varian#tts oc#Rapunzel#Eugene Fitzherbert#Eugene#varian x oc#varian the alchemist#fan series#thank you all for supporting me
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Can I please request some Modern AU with a spoonful of pining/adorkable Roy and tons of fluff? :D :D thank youuuu in advance, Emma!!
so iâve fallen in love with this oneshot and writing their banter in a modern setting uwu thank you for this tas!!Â
also i hope the texting reads well in this format ksjdfjk i realise the format is 14:00pm which is a bit redundant but i didnt notice until reading it back on here aaaaand tbh iâve waited too long to post this and its 10:30pm so i really canât be bothered changing it at this point
part 2Â | part 3
There was an incessant banging on his apartment door.Stumbling through his living room, Roy cursed as he kicked the corner of hiscouch hard, his toe throbbing. His irritation growing by the second, hisvisitor still banging away on thedoor like there was no tomorrow, he wrenched the door open with a glare. Riza,his neighbour, stood on the other side of the door, hand raised and poised toknock again with an impatient expression.
âWhat?â he growled irritably.
âHey,â she greeted brightly, unconcerned about the time andthe sacred rite that was a lie in on a fucking Saturday. âCan I ask you a favour?â
âRiza, itâs Saturday morning.â
âAnd?â Damn her. Dam her and her ability to rise at six inthe morning any day of the week. The woman had probably never slept past sevenbefore in her life. Roy, on the other hand, appreciated and valued his sleep.
âSaturday,â hestressed slowly. He had finished work late last night and had been lookingforward to his sleep. Now it had been ruined by Riza.
They were good friends and hung out frequently. Starting offas neighbours who politely greeted each other every morning, they quicklydiscovered they shared mutual friends, so it was easy for their relationship todevelop. To Roy it had been the most natural thing. The only down side was saidfriends were both couples and they ended up third wheeling any outing theyattended. Through this, however, they had formed a close friendship, which hedeeply valued.
But when she interrupted his morning by loudly banging on his front door for about five minutes instead ofwaiting for a more respectable hour, Riza really tried his patience.
âGood observation,â she quipped. âAnyway, I need a favour,if youâre up for it?â
Roy sighed, admitting defeat. He rubbed his eyes tiredly,resigned to the fact that for the fourteenth day in a row, he had been woken upat six thirty in the morning.
âWhat?â he asked irritably.
âIâve got a work thing tonight and I need you to come withme.â Roy narrowed his eyes critically, eyeing her open and honest expression.
âWhatâs this really about?â
With a sigh, she finally revealed the truth. âYou know thatguy I was dating?â
âThe stick?â
Riza huffed. âHeâs not a stick.â
âRiza, heâs built like a stick.â
âAnyway, it didnâtwork out and now I have⊠a situation.â
It shouldnât have excited him so much to hear that herrelationship with Stick Man Dan didnât work out. Roy wasnât blind, Riza was abeautiful woman. Plus, he adored her as a friend. They had clicked instantlyand the banter they shared was effortless. If things were to progress furtherbetween them, Roy certainly wouldnât say no.
âA situation?â Roy asked doubtfully, yawning loudly. âWhatkind of situation?â
âJust some friendly stalking, thatâs all.â
That woke him up.âHeâs stalking you?â
Riza nodded and Roy didnât miss the briefest flash of worryappear on her face. âHave you gone to the police?â
Riza nodded. âYeah, of course, but they wonât do anything.â
âWhy?â he asked, unable to keep the anger out of his voice.Regardless of his feelings towards Riza, they should be doing something aboutit.
âApparently until he does something concrete, and thereâsevidence, they canât charge him.â
âBullshit.â
Rizaâs lips quirked upwards. âIâm inclined to agree. Anyway,itâs fine. I can look after myself. My hope was that you could accompany me tothis thing tonight to try and gently tell him that, you know, Iâve moved on.â
âYeah, of course,â he replied, tone concerned. âDo you needsomewhere to stay? Is it that serious?â
Riza smiled at him instead of replying, Roy unable todetermine the emotion on her face. âNo, thank you. Iâm okay.â
âLet me know if you do. And if Stick Man Dan comes around,give me a text or a knock.â
âI will,â she smiled that cryptic smile, expression soft.âThank you.â
âOkay then. What time do I need to be ready for?â
âSix, if thatâs okay?â
âNo problem.â
âItâs date,â she grinned.
âBut be warned,â Roy added. Rizaâs expression turnedexpectant. âWake me up, banging on my door, at this time tomorrow and I will remove your hands from the ends ofyour arms.â
Riza grinned. âThanks Roy!â She walked towards the lift, aspring in her step, completely unconcerned about his empty-but-tempting threat.He sighed, closing his door, but smiled as he re-entered his apartment. Anevening with Riza on a âdateâ didnât seem so bad.
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RM: What do Ineed to wear tonight? 13:44pm
RM: Smart?Casual? We talking tux? 13:44pm
RH: Smart casual is fine.13:51pm
RM: Wow. Thankyou. Much helpful. Very cool. 13:51pm
RH: Youâre welcome.13:52pm
RH: Do I detect sarcasm?13:52pm
RM: Your powersof deduction are unparalleled. 13:53pm
RH: Thank you. I pridemyself on that. 13:54pm
RH: Idk just weartrousers and a shirt. 13:54pm
RM: Still nothelpful. 13:55pm
RH: Idk, Iâm nota dude. I donât know what you wear on a night out. 13:55pm
RM: Where is itbeing held? 13:56pm
RH: In a function suite.Itâs just a gathering to celebrate a colleague retiring. Dan will be therebecause he was a friend of the retiree and one of my colleagues. 13:57pm
RM: Stick ManDan is friends with old age pensioners? 13:58pm
RM: Riza.13:58pm
RH: Shut your mouth rightnow. I already regret the decision no need to rub it in. 13:59pm
RH: And if you say I toldyou so I will punch you in the face. Guaranteed. 13:59pm
RM: What acatch. 14:01pm
RH: I hope you enjoy thatpunch coming your way in approximately 4 hours. 14:01pm
RM: Hey if noone else will make fun of you for it Iâve got to step up to the plate. 14:05pm
RM: Iâm justfulfilling my duty as a friend. 14:05pm
RH: Two punches. 14:05pm
RM: Come at me.I look forward to them. 14:06pm
RM: So⊠Aboutthat dress code⊠14:10pm
RH: Roy. Youâre a grownass man. Dress yourself. 14:11pm
RM: Do you wantStick Man Dan to get the message or not? 14:11pm
RH: What, pray tell,message could you send from the way you are dressed? 14:12pm
RM: That Iâm asexy motherfucker and youâve done so much better than him already? 14:13pm
RH: ⊠14:13pm
RH: Insert picture of melaughing my ass off while rolling my eyes here. 14:13pm
RM: Juststaying true to myself. 14:13pm
RH: Keep telling yourselfthat buddy. 14:14pm
RM: To behonest anyone is a step up from Stick Man Dan. 14:14pm
RH: All right Iâm goingnow. Iâve got more important shit to do than tell a grown man how to dress fora âdateâ. 14:15pm
RH: I thought you wereâMr. Hot Stuffâ anyway? Surely you know how to dress for a date. 14:15pm
RH: Wait. 14:17pm
RH: Youâve gone on a datebefore, havenât you? 14:17pm
RM: Iâm noteven going to dignify that stupid question with an answer. 14:22pm
RH: Oh my god. 14:22pm
RH: Hahahaha. 14:22pm
RH: That pause speaksvolumes. 14:22pm
RM: I was inthe bathroom. 14:22pm
RH: TMI dude. 14:23pm
RH: Roy is not theâplayerâ he makes himself out to be. Confirmed. 14:23pm
RH: I canât wait to tellBecca. 14:25pm
RM: Youwouldnât dare. 14:24pm
RH: ; ) 14:28pm
RM: Yourloyalties, and any impending betrayals, are noted. 14:29pm
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âIâm going to kill you,â Roy grinned, trying to hide hisirritation as they walked arm in arm towards the function room where this partywas being held. âReally, Riza. This time, I will.â
âIâd like to see you try,â she muttered under her breathquickly before greeting a colleague and introducing Roy.
âYou told Catalinaof all people.â Riza snickered beside him, steering Roy towards the buffettable. âYou lied to her as well.â
âYou neither confirmed, nor denied, if it was true.â
âI said I wouldnât dignify it with an answer,â he bit back,his irritation rising. He couldnât believeRiza had said to Catalina that heâd never been on a date before. Of course, he had been on a date before.The woman had phoned him up, cackling, asking if it was true. No matter what hesaid, Rebecca refused to accept any other answer.
God, he hated those two when they were together. A force tobe reckoned with, for sure, and often at his expense. Although they were maddening,Roy never minded it really. It was all good fun. However, it was just asentertaining to banter back and forth with Riza about the situation.
âWell, now we know you have,â she deadpanned, picking up apaper plate and filling it with food.
Roy followed suit, a smirk on his face as he shook his headin amusement. âI donât feel so bad about making fun of you about Stick Man Dananymore. In fact, I donât feel bad at all.â
âI would care butthatâs history.â
âDoesnât look like it,â he muttered in her ear, picking outthe Stick Man himself heading their way, his approach unknown to Riza. Roy shothim a polite smile, which was ignored.
âWhat?â she asked, mid turn.
âHey, Riza,â Stick Man Dan greeted his ex, still completelyignoring Roy. Thanks, mate.
Roy had never liked him. He was built like a stick, all skinand bones, and taller than anyone Roy had ever met, which did nothing in hisfavour in the appearance department. Every time they met up as a group, hewould completely gloss over everyone who wasnât Riza, offering only one-wordanswers. Not to mention he hated Roy for some unknown reason. He couldnâtfigure out what it was. Roy would chuckle to himself when he considered StickMan Dan may have felt threatened by him.
Roy had often wondered what Riza saw in him. âAs a concernedfriend,â he would tell Hughes and Catalina irritably when they gave each otherThe Look. Said look was a âoh-shit-he-loves-herâ look.
Amusement aside, Roy did consider how it looked from anoutsiderâs perspective. Both he and Riza were very close. Probably too close inthe opinion of significant others, but nothing had ever happened. It didnâtmean Roy didnât want it too, but ifRiza wasnât interested, then so be it. He wasnât about to mess up thisfriendship and make it awkward by asking her.
As Stick Man Dan ignored Roy, he considered that perhapsthey were close enough that it wouldnât makeit awkward between them. They told each other everything.
Only one way to find out, however now was not the time.
âSo, youâre here with Gerald?â Riza asked him politelygripping Royâs arm tighter and sliding an arm around his waist. Not expectingsuch close contact, his breath hitched as he ate, but was luckily able to hideit behind that.
âGerald, unfortunately, was unable to make it tonight,however I thought I would just come anyway to honour Janine.â
Roy frowned. What person comes to a friendâs retirementparty? At said friendâs place of work?
A stalker, looking tosee someone who shot them down.
Roy shifted, wrapping his arm around Rizaâs shoulder as hecontinued to eat, staring Stick Man Dan down. His hand came to rest on saidshoulder and he gave it a quick squeeze. Dan seemed to realise who it wasstanding beside Riza, and his eyes flicked to Royâs briefly, before moving toRoyâs hand on Riza. If a six foot seven bean pole could look dangerous, thenthatâs what Stick Man Danâs eyes looked like.
And Roy did notlike it.
Apparently, neither did Riza. She was tense underneath his arm,so he rubbed his shoulder in response. This man made her uncomfortable now,that was for sure. That was his job tonight, as a friend, to help her make itthrough this night and get rid of this guy forever. The only way Stick Man Danwould ever take the hint was if they were convincing.
However, he didnât want to push the boundaries too much â
Oh my god, Roy, chill.Youâre here as a friend, thatâs it. Nothing more. Just help her out.
âThatâs very nice of you,â Riza replied.
Stick Man Danâs eyes flicked over to Royâs once more. Oh, so he wasnât invisible? Who knew? âIwas wondering if I could talk to you for a minute?â
âSorry, Janine asked us to come and speak to her after weâvegrabbed a plate,â Riza lied smoothly. Roy watched as the disappointment crossedStick Man Danâs face, feeling very pleased by the show. Riza begun to walk away,neglecting to offer Dan another chance for his talk, and Roy let his arm drop,regrettably, but followed after her.
âCan you see me?â Roy whispered to her quietly, leaning inclose, as they left Stick Man Dan at the buffet table alone.
âWhat?â Riza asked, looking up at him, confused.
âCan you see me?â he repeated. âStick Man Dan acted as if Iwasnât there and I was wondering if Iâve miraculously achieved the ability toturn invisible.â Riza snorted, loudly. âI mean, it would come in incrediblyuseful. Iâll be disappointed if you cansee me at this point.â
âShut up,â she laughed quietly, approaching the woman of thehour. âHeâs an ass.â
âI honestly donât know what you saw in him,â Roy joked,sighing dramatically. He would never let on that he was being serious. âI mean,clearly he was a charmer.â
âHe never liked you, did he?â Riza smirked, popping asandwich in to her mouth.
âOh, we were best buds. Me and Dan?â He rose his hand,crossing over his pointer and middle finger. âWe were tight, just like that.â
âShut up,â she chuckled.
The rest of the evening was pleasant. Rizaâs colleagues weregood people who welcomed him with open arms. Apparently, they were in on thewhole stalker situation, and were aware of Royâs role in the night. It didnâtstop them from playing it up, perhaps too much. As much as Roy enjoyedpretending that he and Riza were a couple, that was just it.
Pretend.
âDo you want to go with them?â Riza whispered in his ear.The feeling of her hot breath on his ear made him shiver, goose bumps rising onhis flesh. There were a few people who were going out for the night to a clubnearby. Truthfully, Roy didnât want the evening to end. He enjoyed having hisarm around Riza as they sat together, their thighs pressed against each other.Holding her hand was something he couldnât get enough of, and often foundhimself stroking the back of it with his thumb as they sat.
Itâs all an act,he kept reminding himself.
But as the night wore on, Roy found he didnât want it to bejust an act.
So, he agreed to going out to the club.
That was his first mistake.
His second came when they were dancing under the dimlighting, smoke coiling around their legs as they moved dangerously close to one another. Roy saw, rather than felt, hishand reaching out to brush her bangs off her face, his hand curving around hercheek to cup it. Rizaâs eyes that had once been on the space between them hadsnapped up to meet his, both their dancing slowly coming to a stop. A thumbbrushed over her cheekbone and Rizaâs eyes widened. The music in the clubdulled to a heavy thump, the wordsfading away to become obsolete.
He pressed his lips gently against Rizaâs, feeling herbreathing hitch underneath them. His free hand made its way to her waist, handgliding effortlessly across the material of her silk top as it moved around toher lower back. Riza responded eagerly, deepening the kiss after she locked herarms around his neck, pulling him tightly against her body.
For a few moments all was right in the world. This felt good. It felt natural. It made Roywonder why they hadnât done it sooner. He pulled back, as if his brain finallyrealised what he had done, and who hehad kissed.
Riza was a friend. This was supposed to be pretend. Not thatRiza could hear him, but he stuttered, trying to apologise for oversteppingthat final boundary.
The look in her eyes told Roy she was okay with it.
One of her own hands rose to cup his cheek this time, drawing his lips back against hers.
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âWould⊠Would you like to come in for a coffee?â
Riza smiled tiredly. She had ridden in the lift with her headon his shoulder, eyes closed, and a small smile on her face. It had made Royâsstomach go crazy and grip her hand tighter as they stood waiting on theirfloor.
That second mistake was working out all right.
âI would love to, but I think Iâm just going to go tosleep.â
âSee, if you slept in at the weekend, you wouldnât be sotired at one am.â
Riza smirked but the lift dinged at their floor before she would reply.
âMaybe one day, you could teach me,â she replied, playingcoy, before giving him a wink as she stepped out of the lift. That left Roystaring after her, desire in his eyes.
A hand stilled the one on her door handle, gently but firmlyspinning Riza around so her back was against her apartment door. Royâs handswere pressed flat against Rizaâs apartment door, trapping her head betweenthem. Her surprised squeak was adorable and so was the grin on her face as Roybent to kiss her lips. Since he had done it for the first time in the club, he hadached to do it again.
âSee you tomorrow?â Roy murmured, his hands moving slowly upand down her waist.
âSee you tomorrow,â she agreed, her face and neck flushedfrom their activities. âYou can count on it.â
He bid her goodnight and entered his own empty apartment. Thememory of kissing Riza, the feelings of her skin underneath his hands on herwaist, the softness of her hair as he ran his hands through it feverishly were freshin his mind as they lulled him peacefully to sleep.
Only to be interrupted by incessant knocking on hisapartment door.
At six thirty in the morning.
There is only one personâŠ
Gearing up for his charade of being truly irritated, butready to joke with his friend, his retort about removing her hands from theends of her arms died on his tongue. One look at Rizaâs face told him this visitwas different. She looked⊠scared?
âCan⊠Can I stay here?â Her voice was hesitant and quiet,almost fearful. His irritation gone after hearing her speak, Roy opened thedoor wider so she would enter his apartment. He was worried. Riza never looked like this.
âYeah, of course. Is everything okay?â
Riza shook her head, offering him her phone instead ofreplying. Apprehensively, Roy took the phone from her unresisting hands.
Unknown Number: Riza weneed to talk. I didnât like what I saw tonight. I donât like you spending timewith that guy. I wonât allow it. 06:21am
Roy looked up at her from the screen. Her eyes were castdown towards the floor, not looking at him in the eye.
âI got that this morning, a few minutes after I woke up.â
He tried to reign in his anger. He really did. Was he watching her? The thought made himphysically ill and see red at the same time. âThis happen often?â he askedcurtly, but somehow, he already knew her answer.
âYes,â she replied in a small voice.
âHas it ever escalated?â Riza was silent and that was theonly answer Roy needed. âWhy didnât you tellme?â
âI could handle it,â she replied, voice stronger now. âButeven after last night he still hasnât gotten the hint andâŠâ
âWhat?â
âIâm scared,â she whispered. âIâm scared of what he might do,of what heâs possibly already done, and I⊠I donât want to be alone right now.Especially not in my apartment.â
Roy closed the door behind her, putting the chain across it,as if a reassurance that Dan wouldnât get anywhere near her. Not while Roy wasaround anyway.
âBlock that number after youâve reported him to the police,âRoy told her. âIâll drive you down there tomo â Well, at a more respectablehour,â he quipped.
âWhy donât we just go now?â Riza asked, confused. Ah, of course, Misswhat-is-sleeping-past-six-am?
âIâm going back to bed,â Roy told her. âAnd â only if youwant to â you can learn the benefits of sleeping past six am at the weekend.â
His attempt at humour was only to try and lighten the mood âto try and take Rizaâs mind off things â and he was pleased to see she fellinto step with him, their banter coming easily to each other. He was thrilledto learn thigs werenât different between them, despite what happened tonight.
Rizaâs lips quirked up and her posture relaxed. Instead ofher arms hugging her body, they moved into the front pocket of her hoodie. âAndwhat benefits would those be?â
âWaking up next to me?â he offered with a smirk.
Riza sighed, cocking her head as if to consider hisproposal. âI think I like that benefit. Are there anymore?â
Roy grinned widely as he closed the distance between them,kissing Riza Hawkeye like his life depended on it.
God, it felt good.
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This morning I had a burst of energy. The first one Iâve had since moving to the museum. Sleep is often illusive here. The building itself is noisy. Corrugated steel on a 40 foot cathedral ceiling with no insulation and significant wind, at least for the first several hours of darkness, plus the fact that voices echo, reverberate and carry in a space like this can make falling asleep a challenge if I happen to be interested in sleep before my co-workers and fellow museum dwellers. I am always interested in sleep before they are. Have I mentioned that they are all in their 20âs and 30âs. The only other senior citizen goes home to sleep like a civilized person. Iâm sleeping on two thin mattresses stacked on top of each other on the tile floor in a small room that probably will serve as an office once this place is fully functional. At least it has a door that fully closes. Thatâs a thing here, doors and windows that just donât quite do the job as intended unless the intention was to frustrate the intentions of the person intending to close the door or window. They work great for that.
Why the burst of energy? Who knows. I ate pretty much rice and potatoes with some salty kale yesterday. I did just a bit of yoga. I had just a smidge of ugali. Justus says itâs the ugali that did it. All of these people love ugali. Ugali would be kind of disgusting to most Americans I would imagine. But as Iâm from the South and love grits I can almost wrap my mind around ugali. Almost. Itâs a brick of tasteless corn meal. Justus says itâs full of energy. I canât see how itâs anything more than filler but what do I know. I had energy this morning and if ugali was the cause of that well I will continue to chock down ugali.
I cleaned two rooms that serve as showers and another small food storage room. It took hours. Hauling water, lack of dustpan, lack of squeegee⊠Determination and a burst of energy were what had been missing until this morning. The need was always there. Especially after Baba brought a goat to spend the night in one of the shower rooms but thatâs another story and I may or may not tell it someday. Itâs a part of a much bigger saga that I am not at all prepared to tell as it is still very much in the process of unfolding and is so full of intrigue and corruption and politics that I will have to pay way more attention than I have been willing to pay to get anything like a full picture. I may never get the full picture. My curiosity has never extended to this kind of adult human drama and I usually stay out of it as best I can. I may not get away with it this time. The forces of evil are closing in. hahahaha (sorta).
My lack of energy has been an issue for me here. I have had days when I just wished I had a nice place to sort of loll around all day and maybe drink some smoothie or a lemon aide or nibble on some vitamins. When itâs hot itâs worse and itâs usually hot for several hours a day. I try to get stuff done in the morning and evening. Try is the best way to describe what I do. If you saw it you would not be impressed. Iâve never been accused of being overly ambitious but I do enjoy a good short cycle that has me use my body and not my mind. Here there are an abundance of cycles both short and not so short that need doing. To do any one of them requires at least twice as much time and effort as Iâm accustomed to, being American and a spoiled American at that. Water, fire, wind, blowing dust or rain and mud and the blazing sun all conspire to make whatever Iâm doing way more challenging than I think is reasonable. And, honestly, I have not felt strong enough to do much. Itâs been a little worrying. But this morning I woke up clearheaded and with some pep in my step. What a relief. I donât have cholera.
What has made my âconditionâ all the more vexing is being surrounded by these strong, ambitious, energetic, regal, intelligent, entertaining, inspirational, magnetic, creative, industrious Maasai women. Maybe they are the reason I canât get shit done. I hope thatâs not the case because they arenât going away, I hope, and I just donât like thinking of myself as that susceptible to my own insecurities. They have lived a life that requires so much more of them in certain ways than my life has ever required of me. The Maasai are not in the habit of partaking in luxury of any kind unless you count living in this magical place and living with these radiant big hearted people as a luxury. I do but Iâm not sure that what I see as luxury counts toward making their burdens lighter. Iâm sure that it must but itâs probably difficult for them to unwind the richness of their lives from the hard work involved in daily living. They are awe inspiring.
Today two of these women came to see us at the museum. They are two of the same women who participated in the building of two of the small houses on the property. They had certificates with them identifying them as members of a social services self help group registered with the county government. Our local female chief Mary told me about these groups, called merry go rounds by the participants, that women have established to help themselves and each other. They function kind of like my friend Carol Sueâs Cousins Club. All for one and one for all and we all take care of each other. These groups are the way that most Maasai women find to work with nonprofits. There is an established order that âbypasses a corrupt governmentâ according to my friend and co-worker Justus. He may know more about this kind of thing than he does about ugali. He went to law school, not the culinary institute.
So these women want to bring their merry go round groupâs beadwork to the museum to sell. They are also interested in learning to sew. We have a donor who is back in the states working on raising funds to support a technical training school where sewing would be one of the subjects taught. I am very enthusiastic about this as I love to sew and welcome any excuse to work with these women. If inspiration can cultivate productivity then I have set myself up for a leap in the direction of getting more done. Then again I might just get tired of feeling intimidated by them and decide that being a spoiled American is just who I am and I had better just be happy with that. Weâll see. Iâll keep you posted.
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For the people who chose pile 2:
MILK, HONEY, AND MIRACLES!
Okay first of all...
For the people who chose this pile, Iâm with you on this one. While I was shuffling, my gut was already telling me to choose number 2.
The first card, 9 of Swords, is very much like us. Weâre too much into our head and in our sleepless nights, that we canât seem to focus on the good things that could be coming for us. If you see that man on the bed, he has hands on his face, his thoughts causing him to worry a lot but not even looking at the rest of
the cardsâ that are all so positive and supportive!
There is a very strong desire to achieve something here. There is a very strong vision and a specific ambition being laid out here. 6 of Wands talks about the victory, success and triumph. Recognition. Being admired and adored by the achievement, like when a hero comes home to his hometown to find the people in there to be cheering for him he sets his foot at his home. We crave this emotionally fulfilling act and moment, we want to be noticed and acknowledged by the things we love and are passionate about. We want to see it bring a sense of unity and contentment to the public, or to our loved ones that surround us. We are the dreamer of dreams, and we have a lot in our dreams. May it be big or small, itâs all in our minds and hearts. We are drawn to it no matter what.
This could be anything. One of you could be dreaming of a perfect love, or a person perfect for you. Some of you could be dreaming of a happy and content future family life. Or a stable and secure job with a great house and cars. Maybe some of you could be dreaming of going into an industry, such as the creative industry, or getting that Medical diploma and graduate. Or some of you are dreaming of being involved in the society as a whole and make a difference. No matter what the agenda, you intend to achieve these by using your resources, skills and talentsâ as indicated by the Magician card. This is indicating that we ACTUALLY have what it takes. We have the tools! If you look closely at the Magician Card, the man has the wand, sword, cup and pentacle.
Each of us have all of that, the wand, the sword, the cup and pentacle. We have the wand, thatâs the fire inside our hearts. Thatâs the determination and the willpower we feel in our gut and in our blood. Itâs the energy that we feel as dream and allow ourselves to visualize our dream to come true. Thatâs the warmth when we feel the passion to engulf our being as whole and be led by our hearts. This represents the Leo, Aries and Sagittarius fire signs. With this fire, we set ourselves in motion.
We have the sword. The mental capability. The thoughts. The ideas. The conviction within ourselves. The clarity to set things straight. The focus. Itâs all about mind power. The strength of the mind to work along with the strength of our hearts. The intelligence weâve been gifted. The knowledge we eagerly obtain to get better and go further. This represents the Gemini, Libra and Aquarius. Versatility, Harmony, Balance and Innovation.
We have the cup. The imagination and the creativity. The translation of our emotions into expression. The intuitive hits of artistic and creative ideas. The ability to soak up all the waves of imagination and inspiration. The spirituality involved. The love that we put into our efforts. The growth we experience through our soul with every progress and challenge. This represents the Cancer, Scorpio and Pisces.
And we also have the pentacle. Laying all our ideas, determination, visualizations, plans and creative ideas into the material world. Manifesting it into the physical reality. Taking the needed steps and actions to create it from the mental or abstract sphere to the physical plane. The patience. The commitment. The endurance. The slow but steady progression. The building of the structure. From nothing into a solid form of something. The trust and faith. This represents the Taurus, Virgo and Capricorn.
But we have to conquer the conditioning in our minds that âI donât have it enoughâ or âIâll never be able to do thatâ. This is a mentality that is absolutely not serving us anymore, and we do not have to stay stagnant in that state. Itâs time for us to breathe in and breathe out. Relax, release that tension and let go. Leave all our worries and anxious feelings to the air and let it dissipate. Instead, focus on the prayer and the hopeâ because it can attract miracles! We deserve everything that our hearts wants. We deserve that happiness, it is our birthright. And so it is time to believe in ourselves again.
But I understand that it is not easy to do this as well. First, we need to re-organize our thoughts and plans again. This is for the sake of getting that clarity once again. We worry too much, we sulk too much and dwell on negative feelings and thoughts that it could cause us confusion, frustration and no progress at all. Itâs almost like.. this spread is encouraging us to raise our vibration to attract what we want. And thatâs probably the point. It is after all, one of the laws of the universe. The Law Of Attraction.
In order to make this work, we have to get our sh*t together. Hahahaha. Get organized. Plan ahead. Think of ideas, stock emâ up, and make some more just in case. Strategize. And while doing all of the necessary work, make sure to keep yourself grounded. Itâs alright to let the feelings flow and let loose, but we cannot just sit on our beds, loose sleep over things and mistakes that havenât even happened yet. We have to commit ourselves to do the work, and we need to endure through it all. With the card Helper of Abundance and New Projectâ most of us have been thinking of creating something new. Something weâve always wanted to do before in order for us to go further into the path we all dreamed of. This spread seems more like for the people who are more concerned about their goals and career paths.
The Milk and Honey represents the sweetness and feelings of contentment and comfort in life. It also means the euphoric feeling of getting reward, the fruits of our labor and the satisfaction after much work has been done. This also encourages us to raise our vibration to feel good and feel blessed, even if it doesnât seem like it... yet. But know and believe that it is already here for us and it is meant for us. What is meant for us will never be taken away, the Universe always makes sure of that. But this also means that we may have manifesting powers that we arenât just aware of yet. We may be manifesting anything from good to bad, and it all depends on what we have already done.
âHOPE IS THE CONDUIT FOR MIRACLESâ
This stresses the importance of Hope and Faith, and believing in yourself. Miracles are always magnetized by hearts that never give up. There is a irresistable pull to hearts that possess the strength and innocence of hoping, wishing and praying. We donât have to quit. We really donât have to. Because everything is not lost at all. We can always rest, if weâre tired. But never give up. Or youâll miss your chance. There will be times where it will be harder than usual. Maybe, the emotions gets so heavy and it starts to affect your mental sphere. The pressure and the stress may really get to your head, and so your heart is affected and is in distraught as well. And in times like that, it is harder to stay grounded and stay committed to the work we vowed for ourselves. And suddenly, mistakes come in and you blame yourself. You look at yourself and the bad thoughts come in to haunt you.
We need to work on our fire. We need to really believe in ourselves and claim that confidence. We have all the tools, you just have to figure out how to get it from yourself and how to go from there. Right now, the universe is probably testing you with delays and disappointments. Because it wants you to gain more strength and staying power to achieve all that you ever want. Be the doer and the go-getter. Tell yourself that you deserve it and so you went for it.
In my case, I think about how my dreams are way too big and too impossible for me to make it a reality. So I escaped to my fantasies, a world where everything is possible for me... all inside my head. I was always wishing and wishing and pouting, not going anywhere. Staying up all night, wondering what will become of my life because it seems to be going nowhere. I think about how Iâll eventually be a failure when everybody expected me to succeed. I was expecting things to fall into my lap, and when it didnât, thatâs when the anxiety and fears came in. So many what ifs plagued my mind and my heart. Until I reached a breaking point.
For a little while, I actually gave up. I gave up praying for it. I focused on other things and tried to forget about the dreams I really cherished. Feeling drained, I thought it was the end of a dream. So I took my mind off it. I relaxed. I finally breathed. And suddenly, it just came back to me. That life force. That determination. The ideas started flowing in once again, and before I knew it, I found myself dreaming once again.
But it came with maturity this time. It came with me having more clarity. With me being more grounded. Now I do my best to do the small things everyday to bring me closer to my goals. This time, I have more patience and understanding of why it all happened. I learned a lot, and Iâm slowly healing. Maybe its what we all needed too. We just need to let go, and leave it to the universe. Do your part while you wait, because the universe definitely has your back.
This pile has a very straightforward message. Keep the hope and faith, be strong, and believe in yourself! Donât forget to focus on the present and let go, we will eventually get there.
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My 3.. âChristianâ beans, xDD
First - Myron (Also heâs not wearing shorts, I swear to whatever god is out there, xDDDD)
Second - Vritra
Third - Nyven
Theyâre apart of this roleplay Iâm making called mindset. These 3 would be considered the âantagonistsâ, let me explain, owo
Mindset takes place in a heavily Christian private school, usually I hate school roleplays because, theyâre a good idea at first then the idea falls because.. School isnât exactly an interesting place, but Iâm trying really hard to make this one interesting.
Any âathiestsâ found in the school will be taken to the basement of the school. Where, they may die immediately, Or be taken to the judgement arrangement room, where theyâre put into classes with the teachers being Nyven, Myron, And Vritra. (Though, vritra doesnât show up until really really late into the roleplay)
Once theyâre put into classes, it would be announced by Myron and Nyven that the last 3 out of 20 students get to leave unharmed, but a student will be killed off each week, if nobody dies on there own, henceforth, the students will have to kill eachother so nobody else dies, bUuUUt, that isnât just it, >:3 If they are caught killing another student, a class trial is held to decide if they are guilty or not guilty.
The classes themself are basically hell, Well.. A very diluted version of it, xDD
3 students would be chosen every class for the âactivityâ, and by that, I mean possibly tortured. Iâm getting there, Okay? Iâve only been working on this idea for 2 days off and on, xDDD
I have to put 20 characters in here, Not including the 3 âpriestsâ. Aka Vritra, Nyven, and Myron-
But uh-
Heres what I have so far for the characters, xDD
Mindsetâs characters
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Lazarus - A precious bunny boi, heâs pretty damn shy, except for.. Uh.. That 2nd and 3rd part, xDD The Poor bapy breaks easily under pressure and has trouble even looking at people,
Lazarus: ..? O-Oh..I-Iâm Sorry.. Iâll leave..
Lazarus: What do you mean..?! Thatâs so goddamn stupid! AGGH.. JUST SHUT UP ALREADY, WONT YOU?!
Lazarus: ..Hmph.. Iâm already quiet as it is.. Why *should* I shut up?
Rowan - Maxwellâs twin, sheâs majorly narcissistic and bossy, but she can be.. Kind of nice at times, But sheâs super fukn pretty, so thereâs that? xDD
Rowan: Haaahh? You better have a good reason for interrupting my nap!.. >:C
Rowan: OI. Perv, Give me your jacket, Itâs cold.
Rowan: Hmph, Dumbass.. Making me do stuff myself.. What does he think I am?!..
Maxwell - Rowanâs twin sister, sheâs the smarter of the two, obviously, Rowan is fucking stupid, xDD Maxwell doesnât exactly hesitate to insult someone, Or.. Hesitate on kind of anything, Though due to that, she has never exactly had any friends so she gets all excited and shit when she makes a friend, so thatâs cute, xDD
Maxwell: No, itâs not that, itâs the other answer, Jeez.. Are you really that dense?
Maxwell: Woooahhh..~ I have a friend! .o.
Maxwell: Tch, Shut it, youâre starting to annoy me..
Aromara - Myronâs favorite student, Even Though sheâs a complete pervert, she sees Myron as a big brother and respects him. Though, she lacks any kind of manners. Sheâs a bit unfinished, tho! But Iâm getting there, xDD
Aromara: Fuck yeah! Gimme this shit! >:D **she chugs a can of soda** WOOOOO!~
Aromara: HAHAHAHA! INSULT ME AGAIN! AGAIN! AGAIN!
Aromara: Wha?! Hey! Shut up! Thatâs my line! >:0
Isamu - This precious little creature respects any kind of rule, Not hesitating to call someone out on it, he doesnât blush very much unless someone tries to hold his hand. He hates sweets with a fukn p a s s i o n, but heâs still precious, xDD
Isamu: ..Mmmmm.. xc **red red red-**
Isamu: I really appreciate it!.. But.. I donât like sweets. Sorrry,
Isamu: Thatâs.. A lie.. At the start of the trial you said you were in class 102? You filthy liar! Liar liar pants on fire!
Edgar - A big fukn teddy bear, Not literally, Heâs just really tall, xDD heâs pretty damn childish in the long run, Though, he only has one eye and no mouth, He manages, he usually writes down in a little note pad to talk to people. Truthfully, he has never even mentioned religion once, the only reason heâs in the basement of the school is because people think he looks like a demon.
Edgar: . . . âI donât understand.. What do you mean?.. I know I look a little weird but Iâd never hurt someone..â
Edgar: . . .
Edgar: ..âIâm sorry.. I canât speak..â
Myron - A superficial, verbally abusive bean, he rarely acts kind to people, Not even Nyven, heâs iconic for being the loudest and strongest of the 3, Truthfully he was saddened to see his âlittle sisterâ put in the basement, but he probably wouldnât hesitate to kill her.
Myron: Hmph, All I wanted to do was help. How rude of you.. I canât believe you.
Myron: Get off of me, you dumb bitch, I aintâ your âbig brotherâ, Aromara. Let alone, friend, Leave me alone, Iâm busy. (Aromara: bRotHer tHiS iS bEtRaYaL ;O;)
Myron: Oh.. Itâs okay, I donât mind as long as it pleases me, After all.. Your mine, got it?
Nyven - A sort of.. Biopolar bean, one second heâs acting all shy and shit and the next heâs stabbing your eye out, Tsuyoshi learned that the hard way. Also may have a few yandere tendencies and very sadistic but we donât talk about that, xDDD
Nyven: ..Sorry about this, I canât let you continue through here, So leave before I must use force.
Nyven: Love.. Oh my honey.. Ahhh.. Is this what Love feels like..? I love it.. I love it! Iâll never let go of this feeling! Ahh.. uwu (Creep, lOl)
Nyven: Mmm.. Iâm sorry.. Are you just a pussy or are you really gonna step up to save them?
Tsuyoshi - Hes a new bean that I just added, Iâm planning on him to slack off a lot during class and shit and mostly just be really easily pissed off, Though, his only friend is Isamu who has, Might i say, dragged him across the floor to class one day. Moral of the story, Heâs a lazy ass hOe, xDDD
Tsuyoshi: ..Mmh.. Donât give a shit.. Go on without me..
Tsuyoshi: ..Eh? What the hell? Thatâs not what I meant, Jackass.. Now let me sleep.
Tsuyoshi: Why do you think I killed him? Do you really think I have the time to do any of that shit? Iâm busy doing more important things. Like sleeping.
Vritra - This guy is so easily obsessed, He easily falls in love, which might I say will probably play a part once he appears, Heâs.. Definitely a low-key demon, Only one of the 5 main characters able to see his horns an tail (a boi named Shiro). Whilst Nyven and Myron.. Might know? Itâs hard to tell.
Vritra: ..Hehehe..~ Look, Veve! His eye has fallen out.. Heâs starting to decompose!~ Isnât it just wonderful..? Haha..~
Vritra: ..How boringg..~ I was really excited to execute someone today!~ xc *he sighs* Maybe tomorrow.. qmq
Vritra: Comebackcomebackcomeback!~ Donât run from me!~ Iâm going to catch you anyway..!~ Where have you hidden, my dear?~ I know youâre in here.. Ehehe..~
And for the main characters I mentioned earlier!
Those characters are gonna be played by my girlfriend, Izzy. I havenât exactly gotten her to make examples of their personalities and shit, but I donât mind explaining them myself, xD
Shiro - An awkward boio, Heâs a hint of stoic with extra truth. Tbh Iâm excited for this boio, xDD
Strawberry (gonna be changed) - Heâs pretty chill, flirty at times, but probably gonna handle all of the murders the easiest.
Lucy - Obsessed with the idea âperfectâ, henceforth why she ends up hanging around Rowan a lot (who is far from perfect because sheâs such a bitch, but eh, xDD) And sheâs pretty insecure of her own body, sadly. Love this bean, tho, xDD
Yuri - ..I honestly have no idea how to describe her, I know that here, sheâs probably gonna be one of the first to go, she seems like she would break really easily under pressure, Poor Yuri, xDDDD
*..forgot the name - This is Yuriâs brother, heâs really fukn chill and harmonicas his sadness away, heâs probably gonna handle everything okay-ish until Yuri dies, which is sad, but hey! Most of the characters are gonna die anyway. xDDDD
So.. Yeah,
That means I only need to makee.. 8 more characters? I think? xDD
Aromara
Lazarus
Edgar
Tsuyoshi
Maxwell
Rowan
Isamu
Strawberry
Yuri
Lucy
Shiro
Yuriâs brother
So thatâs 20 - 12, Woo! 8 characters left! xDDDDD
Batteries not included
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Nyven
Myron
Vritra
Welp, Thatâs all folks! Thatâs Mindset. xDDD
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02152020
I think I have achieved the workstation setup that really caters to my specific âworkflowâ.
I did have previous decent setups but I think what makes my current one stand out is that I went past not just considering how an actual peripheral will be used but instead to consider it part of my entire workflow. Like the keyboard, for example. Plenty of times before, I would pick a keyboard solely because I thought it would really feel good when I played my online games, and also when typing blog entries, etc. I never gave much thought about how it would fit the rest of the other accessories -- say, the mouse.
This time around, I tried to come up with a setup that would work well as a unit, and, at the same time, has parts that are in itself high-performing. Working from home has presented this need since I try not to mix work with pleasure. That just basically means I donât use the work laptop for browsing personal stuff, and my personal desktop for work and development tasks as well. (I wasnât always like this, of course. Back in the office, there was no choice but to use your office laptop for browsing. Haha!)
I was also kind of getting tired with the gaming look of the setup that I had for quite sometime. I thought Iâd go for a look more aimed at productivity -- a little more professional, if I may say so. Add that to the fact that I try to always think of ways in which I could save time and space in my daily life. Among the things that had been at the back of my mind bugging me were my current desk devices and layout. The things that I had on my desk -- the gaming mouse and keyboard -- just took up too much space.
So my step 1 was to get rid of the gaming peripherals. I sold my Logitech G512 keyboard, the Razer Ergonomic Wrist Rest, and the Razer Mamba mouse. My colleague got the mechanical keyboard and wrist rest at a bargain, and a buyer from Carousell bought the mouse for a steal price also.
I went back to the Magic Keyboard that came with the iMac... but I could not make myself go back to the Magic Mouse simply because I just hated that thing. I never got the idea behind that device. Itâs not ergonomic, which was toally un-Apple-like.Â
When I had my MacBook (before I had this desktop), I was curious what the fuzz was about this Magic Mouse so I decided to try and buy one. I thought it might make using Photoshop or Lightroom easier, etc. I was so wrong. In no fucking way did it make any of my computer use more convenient. I sold it two days later. Hahahaha! The only reason why I still have a Magic Mouse now is that it came with the iMac. I didnât want to add for a Magic Trackpad back then since I didnât think I wanted it -- and I still had my Razer Mamba mouse then.
This time I decided to go with the Magic Trackpad 2. Iâve seen Vuhlandesâ workstation on his vlogs and he has that same trackpad. Plus, Iâve always placed a premium on devices that offer both the options of using it wired and wireless.
When I started editing photos with the Magic Trackpad, however, the use of brushes was a pain point I encountered. Using the trackpad in performing any click-and-drag task proved to be very unintuitive and, frankly, just difficult. Any click-drag activity would require you to exert more effort, not to mention that it grants you less control than if you were using a mouse. So I looked around the internet on what tools other photographers use.
The main solution that I came up with was to use a graphic tablet. To that end, one of my brothers lent me his Wacom Bamboo Pen & Touch when I told them about the possibility of getting myself a Wacom. I tried using it immediately once he let me borrow it, and I was totally blown away. It presented too great of an ease in my photo-editing workflow, instantly turning it into a quick hassle-free moment. For the short period that I used it in Capture One, the focus was on the things I wanted to do to get the output that I wanted and less on the âhowâ would I do those same things. The next day, when I told my brother I was sold on the idea getting myself a graphics tablet, he told me that I can have his Wacom Bamboo. Wow!
While the graphic tablet covered the difficulty encountered with photo-editing softwaresâ brushes and sliders, it occupied considerable table real estate next to a keyboard. A full-time mouse is also not its primary use case (Iâm guessing, of course) so for me -- a stickler to a-place-for-everything-and-every-thing-in-its-place mantra, it was not an ideal solution for casual use. There were still normal, everyday click-and-drag scenarios (e.g. moving folder items to a different window on a big display, etc.) that doesnât exactly present the need to bring out a pen & touch tablet full-time. Those would still require a mouse.
My search for a mouse was for a couple of reasons, with one being the reason I explained above. One of the other reasons was that I wanted a heftier and a more reliable mouse to use with my day job: software development work.Â
The Logitech M720, the mouse that I had been using for my office-issued laptop, was becoming a little light for my taste. At the same time it was also unraveling now that I do mostly hardcore development work solely on a laptop display, without an extended monitor. Itâs selection and click-drag accuracy (or lack of it) has become more pronounced with the smaller screen space. Using it in the office before where there was a monitor offset this nuisance by forcing me to just aim more precisely and click more deliberately at the target. Here, right now, there is just no way to mitigate that. It was the M720âČs time to go. My Wacom-tablet donor of a brother happened to also want a mouse for his MacBook Pro so I just handed him this one.
The Logitech MX Master 3 was just the perfect choice for my mouse. It still has the multi-device capability that the M720 had -- which I had never used (I just knew it had that because of the additional buttons) --- but it was also bigger and heavier. It was also more reliable -- a conclusion I gathered from watching some couple dozen of YouTube videos and fiddling through Googleâs search results of âbest mouse for Macâ. So I did my usual online window-shopping for a week or so. Units of the mouse werenât really easy to come by locally and prices were also really all over the place so I decided to go for the ones in the middle price range, eventually settling on a Facebook page that sells electronic components for robotics, and stuff. They happened to have an MX Master 3 in their inventory posted, which I found quite weird since they were selling mostly electrical circuit boards for Raspberry Pi and whatnot. I messaged them one evening and told them that Iâll order the next day and have it picked up once they confirm the order and payment.Â
When I finally got to use my own Logitech MX Master 3, it did not disappoint. It wasnât over the top. I mean, you could consider the modern look to be (it really isnât). But the performance? It didnât hit you with a wow. It just flat out, simply delivered. It did what I wanted it to do. The setup was easy, the moving between my work laptop and my personal desktop was seamless. These days, Iâm even playing Starcraft: Remastered with it. It was like a perfect marriage of all the features that I wanted in a mouse: the wired/wireless option, the multi-device support, modern design, right amount of heft, the softness of the click, the sleek charging cable, etc. It was just the right work mouse.
Now, letâs go to the keyboard.
Appleâs Magic Keyboard is no doubt an impressive piece of equipment and is very fun to use. However, using it for a long period of time will really suck since there is nothing really ergonomic about it. Itâs too low and flat (both its frame and keys) that when youâre trying to type fast you would find that you are actually banging on the keys. Thatâs not good. I am also a deep lover of the number pad. This is also one of the reasons why Iâve always felt the need to get an external keyboard when using a laptop: I feel that a work setup is incomplete without a numpad. What I wanted now was a keyboard with a numpad that still has the compactness somehow of Appleâs keyboard. But as I was looking around what to get, I would still try and look for models that have my nice-to-have features: wired/wireless options and mechanical.
This is where I first began taking a serious look at the Keychron brand. Their Keychron K4 V2 wireless mechanical keyboard checks all those boxes that Iâve laid out. Itâs a 100-key mechanical keyboard that can be used wired or wireless, and is compact. It also has the multi-device feature, which completely had me sold on it since I was just getting the hang of this particular feature on the MX Master 3 mouse. Just thinking of a one-keyboard-one-mouse setup for both my office laptop and iMac, I was already giddy with the space Iâve saved on my desk. And so in a way, when I had read up on all of the K4 V2âČs features while waiting for my turn with the dentist, it was a no-brainer. When I got home that night, I ordered the keyboard online along with the Keychron wooden palm rest.
One thing that I also loved about the Keychron K4 was that its visual elements are very minimal. It doesnât have a huge frame, and the design is pretty straightforward. Itâs minimal and itâs also nostalgic. Its boxy keys takes me back to the times when I was playing alone as a make-believe hacker with the mechanical keyboard (all keyboards were mechanical back in the day) from our old computer. The K4 also has RGB lighting but it does grant you options to change the colors and lighting effects, or even turn it off completely (which I did with mine).
So now, I have a multi-device combo of an awesome mouse and an equally awesome compact keyboard for use for work and for pleasure, a trackpad for smooth scrolling and also serves as a backup cursor, and a graphic pen & tablet which I pull out from the side for a more precise and efficient creative workflow. I know, I know -- itâs really very specific to me. But so far, it works.
This entry took quite a while to finish. I started this one on the 15th, and itâs now sometime past midnight of the 20th.Â
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Yearly (Belated) Review
Alright, there it is. My answers to the Yearly Review meme. Honestly I found this SO HARD. Not only was it hard to find positive things to say about my writing, but also I donât remember anything of what I wrote last year? Itâs hard to answer these questions if you donât even remember any detail about your own fics.
Itâs really weird because I take so much pride in my actual job, like I know Iâm good at it, I know exactly what Iâm good at, I could answer all the questions in the world about it. I also think that Iâm a really good beta reader, like Iâve never found anybody else like me? Someone who will actually nag at you and go deep and force you to rework stuff and get even better. All of this, I can easily see and appreciate. But my personal writing? UGH. Nothing to keep, throw it all away please.
Writing this was really painful for me, when it seems to have been so much fun for everyone else (as it should be, because yâall are so fucking talented and Iâm glad you realize it)... but you know what, soldiering through actually helped me take a step back and force myself to see what was good about my writing. Iâm incredibly grateful for it.
1. List of works published this year:
This one at least is easy, you can find the list here.
Except that I forgot my original ficlet I wrote, a soft lesbian summer haze story inspired by some Danielle Campbell photos! Itâs there and I think only two people in the world have read it but I really like it.
2. Work you are most proud of (and why):
HahahahahahahahahaâŠ. hahahaha⊠haaaa.
Sorry.
Um.
I guess, maybe, the Lilo Brits verse? Because itâs like, one of the more âseriousâ, angsty things Iâve written (and La helped me make it good).
I guess itâs pretty clear I have a real big problem about thinking âhappyâ fic is meaningless, which is kind of a downer considering itâs almost all I write (and probably what Iâm best at).
Oh, okay, Iâve just re-read that ghost!Liam lirry fic and itâs surprisingly nice. I guess I like the way itâs a total crackfic and yet itâs very tender and bittersweet. I can grant myself that. :)
And now that Iâve found back that Danielle fic I linked to above, I can honestly say that Iâm super proud of it. Iâm proud of how soft it is, and how tentative, and I just⊠I really like how poetic it is? The words came out exactly as I wanted them to. I really love it.
3. Work you are least proud of (and why):
Most of them? Like, theyâre okay, but most could have been infinitely better if Iâd just forgotten about them for a bit and come back to them with fresh eyes, instead of posting them straight away. Thereâs stuff that people loved that Iâm re-reading today and I literally cringe thinking of how much better they could/should have been.
4. A favorite excerpt of your writing:
I couldnât say. Like, itâs not just that Iâm super harsh on my writing, but how am I supposed to remember everything I wrote?? The way you guys all managed to answer this one is what baffled me the most, because I legitimately cannot do it. Iâd have to re-read everything I posted (and even then I probably wouldnât like anything enough to think itâs worth quoting here).
But one thing I can say is that I have a huge soft spot for my Lilo fairy verse. Itâs not the most amazing thing in the land but I think Louis as a fairy works really, really well, and itâs just silly and happy and Iâm glad I wrote it. :)
 5. Share or describe a favorite review you received:
This one is surprisingly hard to answer! I mean, obviously, @catateme9 is the most supporting reader and friend anyone could wish for, by far. The way you boost authors you like is heartwarming, and shows that you donât need to actually put out material to be a vital part of the fandom. <3
Iâm also just really grateful when people yell at me in their reblog tags, which happens often, itâs probably the most satisfactory feedback anyone can get.
Iâm sorry, I feel bad for not being able to recall a really good one, I just⊠any kind of feedback makes my day. I cherish each and every comment/tag/message I get about my fics, so itâs just impossible to pick one.
 6. A time when writing was really, really hard:
Honestly ask me for a time when writing was easy, itâll be easier to pinpoint. Writing is torture, all the fucking time. But some of the random ficlets I wrote in bed were wonderful gifts, sudden unexpected inspiration that I managed to see through in one sitting.
But writing has been especially hard for the past couple months, I have to say. I used to constantly daydream about my plots and now thereâs only static in my brain.
 7. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you:
I guess all the het fic I wrote. Iâve always written exclusively slash, even back in my HP days (the only Hermione/Ron fic I can remember writing was PG, I couldnât stomach the idea of writing a sex scene). I think because for a long time I wanted to get as far away from heterosexuality as I could. I guess me writing all those elounor, or elounorexha, or louelle fics shows my own real life path towards accepting Iâm bi and that thereâs nothing wrong with âhetâ sex.
 8. How did you grow as a writer this year:
I donât think I grew at all. Queen of stagnation, thatâs me. đ
 9. How do you hope to grow next year:
I⊠donât know? Maybe just⊠learn to give myself more credit? Be as kind to myself as I am to other writers? Oh and also if I could stop comparing myself to all of you and feeling terrible because Iâll never be half as talented, thatâd be nice.
10. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc):
@ferryboatpeak will never not be wonderful. She uses both the carrot and the stick to keep me on track (or tries to, at least), and sheâs also sent me some DELIGHTFUL things to beta, for which Iâm always so grateful because honestly, reading her stuff and then seeing her turn my suggestions into gold is a fucking privilege.
To be fair, I have a lot of incredibly talented writers as friends. Youâre all inspirations in some way, but Iâll mention 3 writers that have really stood out for me this year (please donât get offended if youâre not in the list you KNOW how much I admire and love all of you, omg, so much!!)
@queerlyalex the sheer range of what you write, and the softness with which you tackle tricky subjects, is absolutely incredible. Your fics arenât only perfectly written, theyâre also so enlightening, and eye-opening, and as someone who was very very clueless before I joined Tumblr, theyâve been a wonderful, soft way of truly realizing there is so much more than what Iâve experienced, and getting my head around some stuff. I feel so incredibly grateful to be your friend.
@polaroidgirlfriend, Iâm sorry I havenât yet read your fionrry, but I still think about your university Narry fic all the time. Iâm still floored by how perfect and honest it was, you have a way of⊠of getting at hidden, unspoken human emotions that is so gentle and yet so uncompromising, itâs a testament to your beautiful soul.
@1000-directions, your love for the boysâ girlfriends (and friends, like Bebe) is the most heartwarming thing ever, and Iâm so happy youâre constantly putting out these empowering, woman-positive slices of life out into the fandom world. We need more people like you here. I also love what you said about learning to write for yourself and not caring about how niche something is, that is something I could dearly do with.
I think itâs telling that the three people Iâve picked out have that one thing in common, your way of gently dissecting relationships to get to the heart of them, unflinchingly uncovering the good and the bad bits. You somehow all manage to depict love as a bloody beating heart, both beautiful and terrible, soft and ragged, full of hope and despair, and I just⊠love this so much about you. Thereâs a line in one of my fics (that sounds so pretentious omg) which goes âso sheâll stop cutting his heart open as softly as if it was a peachâ, and that just really sums it up. I only wrote that one sentence, but yâall actually do it in every one of your fics, and Iâm just... in total awe of you. â„â„â„
 11. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year:
Pretty much everything I write is about me. I get sick? Iâll write some sickfic. Iâm super tired? Louis canât seem to get any sleep. Little gestures I love end up in my stories. Things I crave end up in my stories. Often Iâm embarrassed about just how much my stories are a reflection of myself, to be honest. Iâm an open book.
 12. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers:
Iâll share wisdom from my actual job : do not cling to your ideas. It doesnât matter how cute/sexy/well written that paragraph is, or how brilliant that idea is, if it doesnât fit with the rest of the story or if itâs blocking you up, GET RID OF IT. Seriously. Being able to just delete chunks of your own writing when you realize itâs not serving your story will save you a lot of pain and time.
 13. Any projects youâre looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year:
Any of my WIPs, god, please. I started so many things and they fell through the wayside and I feel so guilty and gutted about it.
The most important thing of all would be finishing Take These Chances, because I still get comments on it from time to time and Iâve dropped it just before Louis and Liam finally realized they were in love and itâs just⊠itâs terrible. I want to finish it, I just donât know how to make myself do it.
But I also have that summer heat nouis fic, puppy/kitten lilo, the lilourry mermaid thing, lilo new yearâs kiss, another lilo fic about kisses in which liam must kiss louis every hour to make up for waking him up early, the nouis watching Stranger Things, a new installment of caldell highschool au, that hendes fic, a steamy Elouelle ficlet, the follow-up to the sleep-deprived Louis fic⊠all of these are half-written or more, they just need a little more work, but I canât. seem. to do it!
If anyoneâs got idea on how to motivate me through this, Iâm ready to hear them.
 14. Tag three writers whose answers youâd like to read.
I donât need to tag anyone, youâve all done it already (and they were a joy to read). ^_^
#about me#year in review#memes#on writing#this was so hard but ultimately rewarding#i'm glad i pushed through#even though it's ridiculous just how HARD it was#when y'all made it look so easy#squad#talented people#queerlyalex#ferryboatpeak#polaroidgirlfriend#catateme9#1000-directions#my post
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âitâs okay. i couldnât sleep anyway.â / Pairing or Characters of your choice ^^
Thanks for the prompt!!! I loved it *_* as soon as I read the words, Shoker come to my mind
Hope you like it!!!
Darkness. Suffocating and frightening darkness. Death gripping her heart while she drifts away from him. Shepard remembers clearly his face framed in the tiny window of the escape pod door. The pain was written on his face, she swore that she could hear his screams while she was pushed away from the wreckage. The sound of her own anguished cries awakes her. Bending her legs, she hides her face between the knees, trying to stop the tears that flow freely from her eyes.
Shepard didnât know how long has she been just sitting and crying her pain away, but it has left her with a mix of relief and sadness. Standing up from the bed, she takes the few steps that separate the bed from the bathroom. Damn Cerberus and their idea of making her room big as a little apartment on Earth. Loneliness is even greater with this much space just for her⊠Taking a look at the reflection in the mirror, she feels like crying again. She didnât recognise herself in that image. Her hair is way too long, the curls falling everywhere around her face. The scar that has accompanied her since the Blitz has gone. Her lips are whole again; no trace of the wound she suffered on her first mission after joining the Alliance. And the red new ones⊠the scars that let her see how few of a human being is hiding under her skin. She needs to move. There is a lot of work to do, colonies to protect, a galaxy to save. With a sigh, she closes her eyes before opening the tap and washing her face with cold water. After drying her skin with a towel, she uses her fingers to put some order on the curly hair before leaving the room. Walking the empty hallways of a ship always have brought some kind of peace to her mind, and is what she plans to do. The elevator just needs a couple of seconds to appear on her floor, and she pushes the CIC deck.
As she expected, the deck is utterly deserted, but not as silent as one can imagine. The soft sound of music fills the silence. Violins, cellos, piano, beautiful tones that make goosebumps appear on her skin. Knowing that there is only one person who can be awake this late beside her, she walks decidedly to the bridge. The door is closed, but the sound filter through it, reaching her like a caress while she decides to open the door or leave him be. But the voice of the IA intrudes the music when she warns Joker about her presence outside. Rolling her eyes, Shepard pushes the control of the door and is greeted by Joker, who has made his chair turn to face the door, and wears an exhausted smile on her face. âHey, Commander, whatâs up?â
She steps inside, smiling softly at him. âNot much to tell. Care if I join you for a while?â
Joker nods at her before adjusting his cap and turning the chair to face the shipâs controls again. ââItâs okay. I couldnât sleep anyway, we can keep one another company.â Â
To his surprise, Shepard didnât go to the copilot seat. Instead, she sits on the floor, shoulder resting on his leg while she hugs her knees. The blue orb of EDI is still shining on the corner. Wanting a bit of peace for some minutes, Shepard decides to pull her strings. âEDI, activate private mode in this room until further notice, and lock the door too.â
âUnderstood Commander. Login you out.â After the blue light of the IA disappears from the bridge, the room is almost in darkness. The only light shining is the one from the controls and the emergency lights near the door. With a sigh, Shepard leans her head on Jokerâs leg and just stays there, hearing the soft music. Several minutes pass and none of them says a single word to break the moment. But then, in the few seconds, that silence fills the cockpit when the songs end and the next begins, Joker hears something he didnât know possible. Shepard is sobbing almost silently. His hand moves instinctively to her head, making her jump slightly just before breaking completely, openly crying while hiding her face in Jokerâs leg. âCommandâ Leah, whats the matter? Talk to me, please.â
She needs some time to control her feelings, but finally gets a hold of herself, sitting back and wiping away the tears from her face with the back of her hands. âWho am I, Jeff?â Her voice is barely a whisper over the sad song in the background.
Jokerâs hand returns to her head, fingers delving in her curls until he reaches her nape, and forces her to look at him. Leaning closer to her, he wipes the new tears with his thumb. âYou are you, Leah. Commander Shepard, Savior of the Citadel, Hero of the Blitz, Goddaughter of Admiral Hackett. Leah Jane Shepard. My Commander.â
Closing her eyes, she fights back some more tears biting her lower lip, but Joker will not buy it, and pushes her chin down with his thumb, making her eyes snap open and fix in him before begin watering again. Taking off his cap, he puts in her head before sitting back and using the controls of the chair to lower it. âCome here, I canât sit with you on the ground, but you can sit here with me. Donât know about yourself, but I really can use a hug right now.â Shepard didnât wait for a single second before standing up and sitting on his legs, hiding her face in his neck when he surrounds her with his strong arms. The next minutes are used to calm her nerves, with soft caresses of his hands on her back. When he feels her breathing even, and the grip on his uniform loosen a bit, he moves one of his hands to her hair again, using it to move her face until he can look directly into her reddened eyes. âTalk to me, Leah.â
With a defeated sigh, she closes her eyes before answering him. âI donât know who I am anymore. I lost everything that made me myself, every single bit of my past has been erased.â
âNot everything. I know Iâm not as cool as a scar from your heroic deed during the Blitz, but Iâm still here. And I will be until you ask me to go. I can repeat all your records daily if this is what you need to stop doubting.â
Another sigh, and this time she forces him to let her go to lower her face and fix her gaze on her hands, resting on Jokerâs chest. âAnd how can you be so sure that Iâm me and not an invention from Cerberus?â
A soft chuckle from the pilot makes Shepard turn to look at him, only to find him smiling broadly to her while one of his hands takes off the cap and let it fall to the ground beside the chair. âEasiest answer of the day, Leah.â And without any other warning, he closes the distance to her face, sealing their mouths together. She just needs some heartbeats to kiss him back, and soon they are kissing away the pain from one another. When she breaks the kiss to catch some air, he snuggles her nose with his, smiling happily when she returns the gesture. âYeah, definitely my Leah.â
âSo sure about it and this is the second time we kiss in what, almost three years for you?â
His hands move to cup her face lovingly, thumbs drawing little circles on her cheeks, âI replayed it in my mind every single night from the past two years. The memory of your kiss, the softness of your lips, the silky texture of your hair⊠every tiny detail about you showed on my mind every night before I dream about you. Of course, I know this is YOU, and only you.â When she begins to cry again, he fears having said something wrong, but she was smiling, and one of her now soft hands joined his on her face, leaning on his palm. Closing the distance to her face again, his lips brush against hers when he talks, âIt always has been you. Even before I knew you and our paths crossed. Iâve been waiting for you all my life, Leah. But now that you are back, I donât want to wait anymore.â His kisses are the sweetest ones Shepard ever have, melting her heart with every touch of his lips, every tickling sensation from his beard. Breaking the kiss, he sits back, looking intently into her eyes, âI know Iâm not the best option out there. I will never join you in a fight, never will dance with you, and I know you canât walk proudly beside meââ
Using a finger, Shepard silences him, shaking her head. âI donât need another warrior, Jeff. I need a friend, someone to hold me at night when the demons come for me, who makes me laugh even in the darkest moments and know how to wash away my pain with some words or a touch. Besides, I will walk proudly with you, anywhere, anytime. You are one of the strongest men I ever met.â Using the armbraces of the chair as leverage, she moves until she is straddling him, hands on his neck and chest. âYou are my only one. From the first time I met you, since the first time I put my eyes on you, a little voice in my head keeps repeating âHe is the oneâ.â
His gasp catches her by surprise, and she follows his arm down, where he sees his fingers pinching his leg. When she returns her gaze to him with a raised brow, he chuckles before moving the same hand to her waist. âRemember how I told you about how I canât sleep? Well, all this conversation seemed too good to be true, and I needed to check it wasnât a dream.â
The pain from her dream and her doubts are washed away easily by the shared warm feeling of their love. Because none of them is stubborn enough to try to deny it. She leans closer to him, fingertips playing with the hair of his beard while her lips ghost over his mouth. âThen, Mister Moreau, seeing that we donât have any intention to sleep⊠do you mind if we spend the night in my quarters? I may need a hand to reacquaintance myself with this new body of mine.â
âAye aye, Commander.â
Morning finds them laying on Shepardâs bed, with her head resting on his shoulder while he plays with her curly hair. The room was depressing some hours ago, now, with him on it, and their clothes decorating the furniture, it feels like home. Shepard has come back.
#MEWC#mass effect writer circle#writing prompt#fanfiction#Mass Effect#shoker#angst with happy ending#fluffy#Jeff Moreau#Commander Shepard
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Ice Troll trapped the three students into a dark void. Betty started to shake in fear but whispered to herself. "Don't be afraid. Don't be afraid..." Ice Troll announces "Its time to play Ice Scream." Venus slammed her head against the ice. "STOP WITH THOSE FREAKING PUNS ALREADY!" Ice Troll looked at her "Let me think...NEVAAAH!" Venus told Jeff "I swear, I'd rather get eaten by a shark than listen to his cringey puns." Ice Troll yelled at Venus "Fine if you don't like it, then I guess I'll.." the troll snapped his fingers and Venus is forced to wear headphones made of ice. Venus snarked "I should've kept my mouth shut." Ice Troll looked at Betty "Now where was I before I was COLDLY interrupted by that HOTTY!? Oh yeah...Dark Game time!" Betty was shaking like a leaf. Ice Troll messed with her "This how you play the game, in my hands are ice circles. I have three of them and each will tell you things about your life. The past, present and future. If you feel any negative emotions, you'll be engulfed in ice." Betty started to shake again but she must remain calm. Ice Troll pulled out the first circle. "I see that you were a happy girl back then. And what do we have here? Is that your father?" Betty timidly answered "Y-yes?" Ice Troll laughed "Your father is the President of the Neon Isle Laboratory? That is genius!" Jeff whispered to himself "I heard about him, but I didn't know he had a child." Ice Troll continued "But he didn't spend time with you. He's such a workaholic that he cares about his work and ignores his family." Betty started to cry, but as she's crying, her feet are getting frozen. Ice Troll laughed "You're feeling emotional are you? Keep it up and you'll join your friends." Betty calms herself down a bit. Ice Troll went on "Not to mention, your friends didn't think highly of you when they use to be your friends and best of all, it was YOUR fault they are now stuck as mutants." Betty wanted to cry more but she stayed calm. Ice Troll pulled out the second circle "Now the present. You are very good in a lot of classes but you suck at making friends. I guess that's why you'd rather freeze your butt off in this challenge making them instead of doing it properly." Betty is very close to cry, the ice is freezing up to her waist. Ice Troll pulled out the last circle. "In your future, well, this is good news." Betty gasped "It is?" Ice Troll smiled at her and said "Yes, this future says you're going to die alone. Booger haired glasses boy and hottie only used you because they couldn't navigate this mountain themselves and once you guys win, you'll all separate and they won't need you anymore." Betty began to get teary eyed. Ice Troll mocked her "What? I never said it was good news for you!" Betty began to bawl, she didn't wanna look at Jeff and Venus. Jeff tried to call to her but Betty looked away. Ice Troll creeps up behind Betty. "Looks like you'll be my next meal, hahahaha!" The ice began to reach up to Betty's neck and Ice Troll said to her "Any last words?" Betty said nothing but something clicked in her head. "Wait a minute. No, no, you're wrong. Jeff would never use me. He wanted me to be on this team because we have something in common. We both love anime, video games and J-pop. He made me feel like myself. Not just Jeff, Venus too. She may be a pain in the neck, but she's still our leader. If she needs any help, she can call Jeff and I so we can help her. Not to mention, what she said to me earlier, that shows that she does have a heart of gold under that stuck up personality. Jeff and Venus, thank you both." Jeff smiled and Venus cried tears of joy, Ice Troll looked at her "I thought you can't hear anything under those headphones." Venus taunted him "They melted while you were TROLLING Betty. I made a pun didn't I? THIS CAVES IS STARTING TO GET TO ME!" Ice Troll was about to punish Betty but the ice melted. Ice Troll was shocked "NO! My poor ice!" Betty told Ice Troll "I think sadness freezes peoples heart but if you smile and have good friends, it'll warm it up." Ice Troll shouted "Are you trolling ME!?" Betty giggled "Also since the ice melted, it must mean I win." Ice Troll made a wicked smile "Ha! If you won, how come the ice didn't melt for your friends?" But then Jeff and Venus stepped in and Jeff said "It already did!" Ice Troll screamed "Well then...I'M GONNA FREEZE YOU AGAIN!" But then a shadow came in again and it was Aaron "Don't you know how to play fair with mortals, you cold hearted troll." Ice Troll yelled "Why are you stealing my puns, I'm the Ice Troll. Trolling is my living!" Aaron extended his hand and his eyes started to glow "You may be good at trolling mortals. But you'll never troll an immortal who will ban you from this universe....PERMANENTLY!" Lightning bolts engulfed the Ice Troll, he screams in agony, shatters and disappears. Betty, Jeff and Venus were astonished of what happened. Betty noticed a piece of Ice Troll's hair on the ground. Betty picked it up and whispered to herself "Got the trolls hair. Now I got all the ingredients for the antidote." Venus walked up to Betty and genuinely told her "Sorry, we had to bring you here and I'm also sorry for being bossy to you. I did horrible things to you guys. I feel bad for treating Jeff like dirt, for treating you like dirt, treating everyone like dirt. Jeffy is the only one who still talks to me and takes me seriously. I just...don't know how friends work." Betty kindly told Venus "Its okay. I don't know either, if we wanna learn to make friends, we do it together." Venus smiles and hugs Betty. Venus looks at Jeff and tells him while lifting her arm so he can join "You too Jeffy." Jeff blushed as he joined in for the hug.
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The Fosters: Our Thoughts on Episode 5x02Â âExterminate Herâ
Weâre back for more of our thoughts on this weekâs Fosters. Â As usual, check out @tarajean621âs thoughts on Jesus and brain injury representation in italics below:
You Know What Could Have Happened, Callie?/Honey, She Was Terrified: Â I can totally understand Callie wanting to focus on the good side of things. Â Iâm sure she is keenly aware of just how badly things could have gone. Â And Stef being short with her and Lena taking the time to explain how scared Stef was rings so true to Real Stuff Parents Do.
This Is Nothing to Celebrate!/Surprise!  And, naturally, all the charges are dropped.  But how awkward is this surprise party led by Robert?  Especially Mariana leading her brothers in a rousing chant of âhip hip hoorayâ because âour sisterâs a hero!â  So cute, though.
How Long Are You Gonna Stop Speaking to Your Brother?/How Long Are You Gonna Stop Speaking to Mariana? Â I missed this part somehow when it first aired. Â
Howâs The Treehouse Going? Â Has She Taken Over Yet?/No, She Just Found Us a Tree: Â Wow, everyoneâs crabby today, arenât they? Â Settle down, Emma. Â Only a few more days and you can be really far away from Mariana. Â (And Jesus. Â I wonder how that will go?)
Hey, Can I Talk to You for a Second?/Uh, Yeah, Sure: Â I hate that everyone is now actively fearing Jesus. Â Itâs especially disheartening seeing Mariana react out of fear here. Â And the camera stays with Brandon as he jumps and then leaves the table. Iâd love for the assumption that Jesus now resides at Intimidation Station to not be a thing.
I have been looking for statistics on how likely it is that people with TBIs assault their caregivers, since this seems to be the slant the writers are taking with 5A. Â I could not come up with one link. Â
I did, however, find pages of links (over 3 million results) about disabled abuse and victimization. Â
One source says that disabled people are 4-10 times more likely to be victims of violence, abuse or neglect than nondisabled people.  It goes on to share why people living with TBIs are likely to encounter victimization - the list includes the use of undue force (which I covered last week when Gabe restrained Jesus), caregivers misperceptions about TBI leading to abuse or not believing us when we report abuse, or having to endure abuse âin return forâ help with tasks of daily living.
Definitely. Â In just existing as a disabled person and talking to others who are, I can say that everybody I know who is disabled, has, at some point, been abused. Â (Usually, this is by a caregiver.) Â Another source I found on the maltreatment of children with disabilities states that:
âChildren with disabilities may have increased vulnerability to abuse because...[they] may be perceived as less valuable than other children. Their reports may not be considered trustworthy. Discipline may be more punitive and accompanied by a lack of respect.â
So, Iâve Been Thinking and I Wanna Do My Senior Project By Myself/Well, You Canât: Â Um. Â Wow, Mariana. Â Maybe you should have been honest with Jesus from the start about this.
Yes, this might have been a more timely conversation weeks ago. Â Although, it was really up to Moms and Drew to deliver this news to Jesus, so Mariana is not the only one to blame here.
Iâm Gonna Talk to Drew Myself and See What He Says: Â You pretty much have to, Jesus. Â Itâs the only way youâre guaranteed the truth. Â
But wait, if Jesus speaks to Drew all on his own, who will Drew look to if there is not a suitable nondisabled person present? <-- Sarcasm
Was This Emmaâs Idea?/No. Â I Just Need to Prove That I Can Do Something on My Own: Â Of course, Jesus would feel strongly about this. Â His family doesnât respect him as he is. Â It makes sense for him to feel like he has to prove his capability to get them to take him seriously. Â Nothing else is working.
Our society views productivity as the be-all and end-all. Â You go to school to produce meaningful work so that you can graduate and get a job, thus becoming a contributing member of society. Â You are useful and worthy then. Â Jesus feels like he needs to produce a meaningful senior project without help to be seen as useful and worthy again. Â And it doesnât hurt that it might earn him points with Emma to distance himself from Mariana.
I Just Wanna Help/I Donât Need Your Help/Well, We Do/So You Want Me To Go Live with Robert? Â Honestly, though, what else is Callie supposed to think? Â Moms are pretty much saying she is too much for them and they need backup to handle her. Â
Callie, We Love You But There is Only So Much That We Can Do For You:  I guarantee you the only part of Lenaâs sentence that Callie heard was âWe love you, but...â which feels exactly like, âWe donât love you,â or âWe used to love you, but donât anymore.â  (Please think about what youâre saying Moms, these words will stick.) Â
You Need to Decide Who You Want to Be Going Forward, Because This Girl is Not Acceptable: Â OMG talk about a back-to-back gut-punch! Â Jeez... Â What is Callie supposed to do with a statement like this? Â She is who she is. Â She canât change who she is. Â She has had a ton of stuff happen to her before she ever came to Stef and Lena. Â That all impacts who she is and her decision making process. Â Â
This morning I read an article called 3 Reasons Traditional Parenting Doesnât Work With Kids From Trauma. Â Callie has lived months as an adopted child, as opposed to 7 years in foster care. Â She is in survival mode all the time, and completely shut down during Momsâ and Robertâs lecture.
Iâve heard similar remarks as an adoptee myself and that is exactly how they resonate. Â Momsâ words must feel like such a rejection.
After This Last Thing With Callie, I Just Donât Know What To Do/I Know That Was So Awful For You. Â Iâm So Sorry. Â How Can I Help? Â What Can I Do? Â This is probably a bit of a raw wound for me personally, because Stef absolutely needs and deserves comfort. Â But it feels so jarring to see this scene after the previous two with Moms and Callie.
Lena excused Stefâs anger at Callie in the car when Stef talked about how Callie could have been beaten or raped (she has experienced both in foster care, Stef.)  Then the lecture.  But we just donât see that level of love and support for Callie herself.  Nobody is asking Callie âHow can I help?â  or âWhat can I do?â
I Need You to Say You Canât Help Unless Itâs Both Our Projects, Because You Canât Choose Sides: Mariana, I get that you are always at least 25 billion steps ahead, seeing every possible bad eventuality but you need to try to reign in this impulse to manipulate the adults in your world. Â Maybe talk about that in therapy? Â (But speaking of Kids Who Came From Trauma...pretty textbook behavior.)
(On the positive side, give Brandon Quinn all the points for the physical comedy of trying to put those jeans on! Â So funny!)
Heâs Lucky I Didnât Suspend Him/And Youâre Lucky I Donât Sue You. Â And The School: Â Yes, Lena! Â (Also how gross is that pro-privatization piece in the ABCC school paper?)
Portfolio?/Your Body of Work: Â I find it hard to believe that Callie would have zero idea of what a portfolio is, but maybe she doesnât hang around a lot of art students?
Mariana Just Told Me That This Treehouse Project is Approved for Her and Not Jesus Because He Might Not Be a Senior Next Year? Â It was news to me, too, Gabe! Â Iâve literally been thinking (for months) that Mariana went in to support Jesus for his senior project. Â That it was his meeting. Â And that when it was not approved for him that was the end of it, but Mariana couldnât let it go, so she lied and said it had to be both of their projects.
But Jesus Has No Idea, Right?/We Donât Want to Frighten Him with All the What-Ifs/Keeping Things From Him Blew Up in a Pretty Big Way: Â I mean, Gabeâs not wrong...
Dean Bayfield: Â Well, hello, new neighbor. Â Looks like Stefâs a little tongue-tied around you...
When Do They Send the Paper to the Printer?/They Already Did/What If It Caught an Error and Sent a New File? Â Mariana Adams Foster...put that big, beautiful brain of yours to good use and be careful. Â (Iâm so proud! Â But Iâm so conflicted about being proud!)
Pick Up Your Senior Project/Toss It: Â This Girl Is Not Acceptable.
The Art Professor...is Gonna Let Me Audit Her Class and Help Me Put Together My Portfolio/Thatâs Amazing: Â This Mama Sandwich for Callie is so bittersweet because she looks so relieved that they still love her. Â
Do Think Iâd Be Better at Scooping Ice Cream or Flipping Burgers?/That Depends. Â Youâd Be So Bad at Both: Â OMG Callie! Â Hahahaha!
Maybe This Could Be My Still Life. Â Iâm Salty, Right? Â Why would she want to find an object that defines her if the girl she is is not acceptable? Â No wonder she is struggling so hard with this.
I Used to Blow Dry My Hair Straight, Too, Mariana. Â Itâs Called Time-Management: Â These are the moments that I love. Â Because Marianaâs hair is not a lost issue, and Lena remains supportive about it, giving Mariana advice from her own experience.
We Have 5 Teenagers/Oh God Bless You! Â We Just Have the One: Â Hahaha! Â I love Theresa!
A Good Basic Case With All the Essentials: Â Canât go to art school without supplies! Â
The Article Doesnât Appear to Quote You or Anyone on the Administration.  Itâs Just One Kidâs Opinion, Right?  OMG Lena, I love you!  Also, check out the screencap Tara got of the article in the Sea Breeze!  Love that it cites IDEA and points out what this article says, in part, which is â If the private...school does not accept any federal funding, then the school is not required to provide accommodationsâ to students with disabilities.
What Did You Bring to Sketch?/I Think Iâm Just Gonna Sketch My New Art Set: Â Because nothing says Callie like an art set you got 10 minutes ago... :(
Grace! Â Are You Okay? Â Are You Hurt? Â Why Are You Handcuffed to the Bed?! Â Brandon, your reaction to Grace here was, hands down, my favorite part of the episode. Â You give me hope for humanity in this moment.
Otherwise, Why Would You Be Here? Â I also love Ximena! Â There is such a shortage of positive female friendships depicted on TV that I would love to see Callie and Ximena develop one. Â But it looks like Ximenaâs complimentary question to Callie isnât sitting quite right...
Itâs For This Foster Family That Has, Like 12 Kids.  Some of Them Are Special Needs:  First of all, it seems illegal that one family would have 12 foster kids at once?  And secondly?  Pretty much no one in the disability community likes the term âspecial needs.â Â
Since I Got This TBI, People Treat Me Like IâM Special Needs:  So revealing there, Jesus.  I always say, the hardest part about being disabled isnât the disability, itâs the way weâre treated as inferior.  I imagine that dealing with a sudden disability as Jesus is, that feeling is even stronger.  (And I canât shake the feeling that the âpeopleâ Jesus is referring to is his family.  And honestly, nobody should be treated like theyâre less when theyâre disabled, especially by family.  Itâs bad enough to experience it in general society.)
Having a brain injury is not a bad thing, but it does take some adjustment.  The way Jesus says, âPeople treat me like I am special needsâ is revealing, as Tonia pointed out.  People treat him like a pile of unreasonable demands - like a list of symptoms - instead of as a human being who has a brain injury.
Talk to Your Moms/All They Do is Lie to Me and Keep Secrets.  They Arenât Going to Tell Me.  So, What Is It? I canât say I wouldnât be making the same call Gabe ends up making here...and so far, Gabe is one person whose ableism is at a minimum, and Jesus feels that.  He feels respected by Gabe.  His experience with Moms post-TBI has been that they treat him as less now.  They have lied to him and he doesnât need anymore of that.  Heâs out of the woods, healthwise, he doesnât need to be âprotectedâ in this manner.
No Longer Funding Any Junior Studentâs Senior Projects: Of course you arenât, Drew...
Did You Talk to My Father? Â Robert Quinn? Â Oh Lordy, this isnât gonna end well, is it? Â How humiliating for Callie. Â Like she needs Robert calling in favors for her to get to audit art school class...
Iâm Not Gonna Be a Senior Next Year?/We Donât Know That, Jesus: Â Now Jesus knows, and Stef still wonât give him a straight answer? Â Really? Â At least tell him what you DO know...
Also, inquiring minds would like to know what IS happening with regard to Jesus and school? Â Stef and Lena are both back at work and Jesus is home all day, talking to Gabe as he builds the treehouse. Â Lenaâs an educator. Â School is always on this familyâs radar. Â Even if Jesus isnât ready for full days, Iâd think a teacher coming to the house for a bit wouldnât be out of the question. Â But school hasnât even been mentioned by Moms except to say that Jesus is missing a lot, and taking Drew of all people as the expert on post-brain-injury reentry to school.
Jesus, I Need You To Calm Down/No, I Am Not Going To Calm Down/Then You Can Go To Your Room Until You Are Willing To Listen To Me. Now: Â
In my opinion, Jesus is not out of bounds or out of control here. Â He has a right to be upset, but Stef sends him away. Â (Instead of sending Gabe and/or Mariana away so she can have a private conversation with Jesus.) Â She tells him to leave until he is willing to listen to her - but Stef is in no way willing to be around his feelings in this moment.
Too often, disabled people are expected to âbe niceâ in the face of ableism.  And letâs be clear, not telling Jesus about what is going on with his schooling is ableism.  Dismissing Jesusâs current upset?  Also ableism. Â
If any of the other kids found out Moms withheld information for weeks about them possibly not being promoted a grade, upset would be an expected reaction. Â In Jesusâs case, it is not justified in Momâs eyes.
Iâm Not Going Up There With Him! Â Did You See What He Did to Brandonâs Room? Â What If He Takes a Baseball Bat to My Head? Â Kids learn ableism from their parents...and Stef doesnât refute Mariana here... Â So harmful. Â (And also - if Mariana isnât comfortable going upstairs, the least Stef could do is tell her to go to the living room or something. Â Anything so she is not right there when Stef tells Gabe that if he canât respect Stef and Lenaâs authority as the twinsâ parents, heâll have to leave. Â Awkward. Â And not a conversation for one of the kids to overhear.)
Is This a Bad Time?/Jesus is Up in His Room and Iâm Sure He Would Love to See You Right About Now: Â Um... Â If Jesus is supposed to be being punished or taking a break or whatever, why would you send Emma up there? Â (But I have a pretty good idea why. Â Disability as a Plot Device, anyone? Â Because up until now, Emma was the only person who wasnât fearful of Jesus. Â The choice to send her up there just to witness Jesus throwing things is a conscious choice to continue his ostracization and isolation. Â To make sure he has no one to turn to or lean on. Â
Notice how this âoutburstâ comes immediately after being dismissed. Â
Also, here is another example of how traditional parenting does not work on kids with traumatic backgrounds. Â And a Traumatic Brain Injury is yet another trauma for Jesus to juggle, in addition to his unstable infancy and childhood (until age 8). Â Sending Jesus to his room just drives home the fact that he, like Callie, is seen as unacceptable now. Â Â
I Wish I Had Somewhere to Unleash My Beast/You Do. Â Your Art: Â Jesus, do you hear this? Â You and Callie could totally channel all your feelings into art. Â Thatâs what itâs there for, and youâre both good at it. Â (Iâd actually really like to see this!)
How Did Your Job Interview Go?/I Was Late So I Probably Didnât Make a Great First Impression: Â Yeah, like when your girlfriend calls you with fake emergencies when she KNOWS you have a job interview soon...
Pretty Sure She Was Trying to Have Sex With You/Oh, My God: Â I loved this! Â Rang so true to me that the adopted kid would totally get what Grace was trying to do with Brandon while Brandon remained innocently oblivious...
I Wanna Try to Be a Senior Next Year, Even If That Means I Have to Go to Summer School/Honey, Thatâs Really Great to Hear, But Your Senior Project Will Have to Wait Until Then: Â Okay but Jesus literally did not say anything about his senior project. Â Heâs talking about his education right now. Â Why does no one take him seriously? Â (Oh wait, I know...)
âThatâs really great to hear.â What does that even mean?  âThatâs really great to hear that you still desire and value an education even though you have a brain injury?âÂ
It sounds as if that was Lenaâs way of possibly skirting the education conversation. Â Â
Because I Got Mad? Â Are You Punishing Me? Â Of course, it feels like a punishment.
Drewâs Not Funding Any Senior Projects by Juniors/Youâre Lying:  Moms, remember Stefâs brilliant take on âtrust has to be earned?â  I feel like itâs time to work on starting to earn Jesusâs.  Because right now, he canât trust anything you say, and why should he?Â
Also, Iâm pretty sure Monte said last episode that Drew isnât the principal because she hasnât yet resigned. Â So...why is the vote invalid but his word about Jesusâs senior project like signed, sealed and notarized by a judge?)
I Could Probably Get Jesusâs Uncle to Donate/Birth Uncle: This is interesting, because we watched this episode with a friend who adopted her daughter. Â And she specifically commented on this scene. Â Said she never corrects her daughter when she wonders about her birth mother. Â And she felt it was out of place for Moms to correct Gabe here.
I Do Wanna Keep My Senior Project/We Took It to the Dumpster Already: Â Ouch, Callie :(
I Didnât Give Her Any Money, I Just Asked Her to Give You a Chance, But Only If She Believes in You, Which, Obviously, She Does/You Donât: Â Bam. Â Itâs truth time, by Callie. Â And that really is what Robertâs actions communicated. Â Instead of helping with her or giving her advice on what to do next, he went behind her back and appealed to the teacherâs pity, and that never feels good.
I Know You All Think That Iâm Unacceptable/Thatâs Not What We Meant/Itâs What You Said:  Right, Callie?  And no matter how many other times she is affirmed, those words will be inside her, challenging the love sheâs shown.  Itâs this thing: anger resonates as the âtruestâ feeling, while love feels forced.  Itâs hard to explain...
When You First Met Me You Told Me I Wasnât Disposable and Iâm Really Trying to Believe That: Â We keep track of every single word.
We Donât Want You to Throw Away Your Past, We Just Want You to Stop Repeating It: Â But that might not be entirely in Callieâs control. Â How often do we rehash or recreate an aspect of our past in an effort to work through it, or because it feels familiar and that feels safe? Â Moms want Callie to feel safe, but safe is new. Â And itâs going to take some getting used to. Â (Also Iâm really glad Lena rescued Callieâs senior project from gettting thrown away.)
So, Iâm Not Going to See You Before You Go?/Iâm Sorry/I Love--: Â Emmaâs pulling away so hard and fast. Â This sucks.
I really hope that this whole Aggression Is A Symptom storyline does not end up Teaching Jesus A Lesson.
Did Mamas Talk to You About The Treehouse?/Iâm Gonna Ask Emma to Do It With Me...If Thatâs Okay: Â Ugh, and the twins arenât getting along still. Â And at this point it seems like working with Emma on the treehouse this year or next is gonna be a bust...
Not being able to connect after an injury is a thing, and I appreciate that it is being depicted. Â To add to Toniaâs comment about Emma, we donât know what is going to happen with them. Â He is trying to make things work with his girlfriend while putting Mariana in her place. Â We will have to see what happens...
I Guess I Shouldnât Have Read Fifty Shades of Grey: Â Oh, Grace, what a terrible book!
I Donât Know Where The Keys Are. Â I Think Theyâre Over Here/Okay, Iâm Coming: Â Hahaha! Â Donât play with handcuffs, Brandon and Grace...or Stef will have to come unlock you...and wouldnât that be embarrassing?
Fearless: Â I love Callie showing Ximena her necklace from her mom as her object for her Still Life and I love Ximenaâs reaction to it!
Tess/Oh, My God! Â Stef! Â So, I was in the shower, the morning after this aired, and it occurred to me. Â The thing that everybody already knows about who Tess is. Â But in case someone hasnât made the connection. Â I realized Tess was Stefâs high school friend who she was cuddling and got caught by Stefâs dad. Â Also the reason Stef was sent by her dad to see a priest, who told her being gay was a sin (episode 1x06, I believe.)
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Debito 5/11: Purple Jewel
She has found out about Debitoâs dark wish. In her confusion, where she heads isâŠ
~*Scene: Isis Regalo*~
Coins Guy 7: Here I go! Just like Capo!
Coins Guy 7: âŠ!
Coins Guy 8: Whatâs with your expression! It doesnât look like him at all!
Coins Guy 9: âŠ*snickering*
Coins Guy 7: But itâs well received
Coins Guy 10: Only by you
Renato: WelcomeâŠ
Rollo: To the Isis Regalo of thrill and desire
Jeremy: Hey, isnât it Ojou!? You two need to distinguish her from our customers!
Rollo: Thatâs true, but maybe she came to play today?
Renato: âŠReally?
Jeremy: Play�
Jeremy: Does that meanâŠyou made some friends that you came to play with?
Rollo: What? Jeremy, are you asking her to introduce them to you?
Jeremy: That should be fine! Iâve decided to live for a new love!!
Jeremy: ButâŠplease tell me if you hear from Milena!
Renato: âŠ*sigh*
Rollo: *laugh*
Beata: Um, is Debito-san here?
Jeremy: UmâŠCapo didnât come today
Beata: Oh, I seeâŠ
Townswoman: Huh~! Debito-san isnât here?
(*smile) Jeremy: Then, to make up for it, I can ââ
Beata: UmâŠRenato-san, could you show me around?
Townswoman: Please
Jeremy: Huh�
Renato: âŠMm
Renato: âŠPlease, this way
Jeremy: Damn it! Why does this always happen!
Rollo: Recently, Capo has been absent so itâs always like this
(*sigh) Jeremy: âŠIâm going to walk around a bit
Rollo: Haha! Heâs so funny
Rollo: Oh, right
Rollo: I have a small request for you, Ojou-sanâŠ
~*Scene: Forest*~
(*footsteps)
~*Flashback: Isis Regalo*~
Rollo: Iâd like you to deliver this letter to our Capo who is skipping work
Rollo: I actually would have liked to go, but I have to stay here today
Rollo: Iâll tell you where he said he would go, so please
~*End Flashback*~
Felicita: âŠ
Felicita: !
(*jump) (*step)
Debito: âŠ*lands*
â€âȘDebitoâ« Seems concerned
Person: I donât want to see anyone
Daily: You were looking for me, right?
Pain: SleepyâŠ
Debito: Who are looking for while lost in the woods, Bambina?
Debito: If you need directions I can at least tell you the way backâŠ
Debito: *yawn*âŠ
>Are you tired?
(+20 Amore)
>Are you skipping out?
(No Amore)
Debito: âŠHuh
Debito: Does it look like that to you, Ojou?
Debito: HaâŠso even Bambina can tellâŠ
Debito: For me to look indecent of all peopleâŠ
Debito: âŠNo
Debito: Did the Coins say so?
Debito: DamnâŠthose guys
Debito: Well, it doesnât matter if they think Iâm sleeping here and leaving work to them
â€âȘDebitoâ« Seems concerned â€âȘDebitoâ« Seems concerned
Person: You were looking for me, right?
Daily: I didnât want to be seen like this
Pain: SleepyâŠ
Daily: Canât be helped if Iâm seen like this
Pain: SleepyâŠ
Person: I donât want to see anyone
Debito: So, what do you want?
â€âȘDebitoâ« Seems concerned
Pain: Canât sleep
Person: I donât want to see anyone
Felicita: âŠ
Debito: Huh?
Debito: ââ!!
â€âȘDebitoâ« Canât seem to handle it
Person: That old man is so freaking annoying!
Arcana: This is why I canât sleep
Felicita: !
Debito: Damn it! âŠFor him toâŠ
Debito: *Sigh*âŠI guess I should tell you then, BambinaâŠ
â€âȘDebitoâ« Canât seem to handle it
Arcana: This is why I canât sleep
Person: I ended up giving Bambina a shock again
Debito: Having been found out partially doesnât feel too goodâŠ
Debito: Hey, did you know?
Felicita: âŠ
Debito: The reason I nap so much is because I canât control the Tarocco I was made to contract
Felicita: !?
Debito: I didnât tell you did I, Ojou?
Debito: In my right eye, is an artificial eye made of amethyst refined with alchemy
Debito: This amplifies my Arcana powers
Debito: But, it hurts every night
Felicita: âŠ
Debito: I just want to be released
Debito: âŠAnd thereâs someone in the way of that
>âŠWith alchemy?
(-20 Amore)
>âŠYou mean Jolly
(-20 Amore)
Debito: Bambina, donât play dumb
Debito: Thereâs a guy who uses alchemy that I hate so much I want to kill, right?
Debito: *chuckling*âŠyou remember well
(*smirk) Debito: When I hear you say that name in front of me, I just get more depressed, Bambina
â€âȘDebitoâ« Seems concerned â€âȘDebitoâ« Seems to be plotting
Pain: Leave behind the feeling that you donât want to believe it
Arcana: Iâm so sleepy
Pain: That letter was an invitation from the old man
Arcana: Iâm so sleepy
Debito: Iâve told you before. My power was forced on to me. I didnât want it, and I donât want to use it
â€âȘDebitoâ« Seems irritated
Arcana: I didnât even need Arcana powers
Pain: This is why I canât sleep
Person: ???
Debito: Itâs justâŠthe price of the power Iâve received is too much for me
Debito: No one in my Serie knows what this power is doing to me
Debito: Among the Family members, only the old man and those close to me know
Debito: Damn, it makes me feel sickâŠ
Debito: Since youâre so perceptive, Bambina, your next question is âwhy do you obey him thenâ, right?
Debito: Trading secrets with you like this, is also needed to support my artificial eye
Debito: Even if I want to defy him, the old manâs power gets in the wayâŠ
Debito: He keeps showing me the moment I had my artifical eye implanted over and over! I hate it!
Debito: Hahahaha!!!
Debito: Anyone else would be more suited for this
Debito: So. Donât you think an unwanted power is nothing but resentful?
Debito: You remember too, right Ojou?
â€âȘDebitoâ« Tarocco
Pain: Even living is too much trouble now
Person: Why do people even need Arcana powers
Arcana: This is why I canât sleep
Debito: Thereâs a reason why you were living deep in the island until recently
Debito: ââ That would because of the Taroccoâs shackles, right?
Felicita: !?
Debito: Of course, itâs not just that. I donât have family or siblings, but I still feel like Iâve been made a prisoner
Debito: But, living just means running from deathâŠI guess
Debito: What is the purpose of the Arcana DuelloâŠand for who does it exist for. You want to know too, right Ojou?
Debito: I also want to wipe out all the obstacles here
Debito: I think this is my last chance
>Why do you think this it youâre last chance?
(+20 Amore)
>Are you really okay living like that?
(-20 Amore)
>What will you do after you accomplish your goal?
(+10 Amore)
Debito: Because I canât see myself after fulfilling my goalâŠ
Debito: This conversation is ridiculous
Felicita: âŠ
Debito: Oh yeah. If you were to stay by my side, Bambina, it wouldnât be bad
Debito: Who gets to decide whether my decision is good or bad? God? You?
Felicita: âŠ
Debito: Then, I can decide that, right?
Debito: Are you going to say âYou can live for meâ after that?
Felicita: âŠ
Debito: If you didnât put any thought behind it, donât say it
â€âȘDebitoâ« Seems shocked â€âȘDebitoâ« Seems to feel insulted â€âȘDebitoâ« Seems shocked
Pain: Last means last
Arcana: I canât imagine it
Daily: SleepyâŠ
Person: Are you lecturing me, Bambina?
Pain: Such a pain
Daily: SleepyâŠ
Arcana: I canât imagine it though
Pain: Such a pain
Daily: SleepyâŠ
Debito: In any case, right now there's only one path for me
â€âȘDebitoâ« Can't seem to handle it
Arcana: I hate everything
Person: Tell me if thereâs another way
Daily: Such a pain
Debito: YesâŠeven though Iâll take risks, I wonât die for my goalâŠ
Debito: âŠEven if I live a life of shame, Iâll have my revengeâŠ
Debito: Definitely
Felicita: âŠ
>Even though you donât really want toâŠ
(-20 Amore)
>Even so, I can still care
(-20 Amore)
Debito: âŠWhy do you think so?
Debito: The Signora who visit say that a lot too
Debito: Everyone desperately wants to bury my darkness. Do you too, Bambina?
Debito: You say that so lightlyâŠ
Debito: Caring and doing are different things, you know?
Debito: Anyhow, the world beyond your imagination is growingâŠyou know that right?
â€âȘDebitoâ« Seems concerned â€âȘDebitoâ« Seems to be plotting
Pain: Reality exists whether you like it or not
Love: ???
Link: Youâd careâŠfor meâŠ?
Love: ???
Felicita: âŠ
Debito: Oh rightâŠdoing that ââ is your power, Ojou
â€âȘDebitoâ« Bambina
Arcana: Did she find out?
Pain: What I think wonât change
Love: ???
Debito: I had planned on hiding thisâŠ
Debito: Or is this the result of our Ojou-samaâs growth?
Debito: Anyway, putting any deep meaning in it is no fun
Debito: I donât want to treat you coldly anymoreâŠ
Debito: Please understand, okayâŠ
(*slide)
Debito: If you could just give me some peaceâŠthat would be enough
â€âȘDebitoâ« Can't seem to handle it
Arcana: âŠCan I deceive you?
Pain: Donât look at my heart, stay away from me
Love: Only look at me, please stay with me
Debito: If you canât do that ââ then leave me alone
Debito: Thatâs all
Liberta: Heeeey! Debito!
Liberta: Oh, Ojouâs here too!
Liberta: I finally found you~. Debito, Jollyâs calling for you. You should go!
â€âȘLibertaâ« Seems as usual
Place: After I finish delivering this message I want to go out to sea
Daily: Oh, Ojouâs here too!
Debito: Hmph!
â€âȘDebitoâ« Seems irritated
Pain: That is the last name I want to hear right now
Person: Freaking Foolerta is here
Daily: Such a pain
(*whish)
Liberta: Hey! You almost hit me!!
Debito: Stupid old manâŠI'll make him realize which one of us is in trouble if my amethyst eye isnât taken care of
Debito: This is one of the reasons Iâm tied to this island
Liberta: What are you talking about?
â€âȘLibertaâ« Seems concerned â€âȘDebitoâ« Seems to want to run away
Daily: Is he annoyed?
Person: What was he talking to Ojou about?
Person: I could tease him since Iâm angry
Daily: SleepyâŠ
Pain: Such a pain
Debito: Nothing. Donât interrupt our date
Debito: âŠFelicita, our chat from before is a secret from everyone, okay?
Felicita: !
Liberta: Huh?
Debito: Iâm seriously jealous of the foolâs ignorance
Liberta: You!
Liberta: UghâŠignore it, ignore it! I wonât go along with you provoking me! Iâm growing everydayâŠ!
â€âȘLibertaâ« Canât seem to handle it
Pain: Being told that wasnât nothing
Person: What was he talking to Ojou about?
Debito: *Sigh*âŠI know. Iâm just angry that you interrupted my secret meeting with Bambina
Liberta: S-s-secretâŠ!? No no no no!!
Liberta: Ojou, are you okay? You werenât getting teased like I was, right?
Debito: Huh? Like who, did you say?
Liberta: Whoops! My tongue slipped again!
Debito: Instead of doing that, shouldnât you figure out how to entertain women with conversation?
Liberta: âŠUgggh
Liberta: Somehow, I feel like Debito hasnât been himself lately, am I imagining things?
â€âȘLibertaâ« Seems concerned
Person: What was he talking to Ojou about?
Arcana: Debito isnât a man of the sea, but weâre still part of the same Family
Liberta: I feel like he was calmer beforeâŠ
Liberta: âŠDebito, if youâre worried about something ââ
Debito: Iâm fine
â€âȘDebitoâ« Seems irritated
Daily: Iâm so sleepy
Person: I donât care if youâre worried
Pain: Such a pain
Debito: Also you interfered with my date. Take responsibility and take Bambina back to the mansion
Debito: Itâs the first step to being a good man
Debito: Itâll help you get used to women a little. *laugh*âŠ
Liberta: Didnât have to say that!
â€âȘLibertaâ« Seems concerned
Place: Since Iâm mad I should just go out to sea!
Person: What was he talking to Ojou about?
Liberta: Damn it, heâs making fun of me again!
Liberta: Just when Iâm worried about him, right!?
Liberta: And he was being weirdly pushyâŠ!
Liberta: âŠBut is he really okay? Debito I meanâŠ
Liberta: âŠHe didnât look too good
Felicita: *sigh*
~*End of Scene*~
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