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tmpestuous · 2 years ago

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moth to a flame - 2

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summary: bucky barnes was the love of your life, and you were his. there was no denying it. but after two years of dating, you found yourselves on different paths and decided it was best to go your separate ways. the only problem was how drawn you’d always be to him even after moving on.

pairing: college!bucky x reader

word count: 4.9k

chapter warnings: angst, mentions of alcohol & drinking, (start of) exes to lovers, references to sex

A/N: chapter two! i apologize for the delay; college has consumed me in the last month. i hope you enjoy!

“but this time i let you be,

‘cause he seems like he’s good for you,

and he makes you feel like you should”

You did not want to see Bucky today.

Not because you didn’t want to be in his presence, but because you still couldn’t face him after your 2am phone call.

You’d been avoiding him the past three days, now being Thursday when you’d be forced to see him at a seminar for one of your classes that he was also required to attend.

Now that you and Bucky weren’t together, it felt like you were seeing him more often than you would when you were together. It kind of bothered you, but more so in the way of you being mad at the universe for mocking you so much lately.

You made it to the seminar early, hoping someone would take the seats next to you because if Bucky saw you, he’d most definitely sit next to you.

And, of course, the universe decided to mess with you some more.

Bucky walked into the auditorium, eyes meeting your figure almost immediately as he was looking for a seat. He inched slowly into the middle of the row you were seated in, plopping right next you.

“Hi, prinţesă,” he said, patting your knee playfully. “I’m starting to think you’re avoiding me.”

“I am,” you admitted. “But only because I have been witness to your persistence so many times, Barnes.”

“Well maybe if you just told me what you wanted to say, I wouldn’t need to be so persistent, Y/l/n,” he raised an eyebrow at you before turning forward as the seminar was about to start.

To your (unfortunate) surprise, your boyfriend volunteered to be one of the student moderators for the event, and he didn’t seem too excited to see you and Bucky sitting next to each other.

Shaking his head and turning his attention back to the fellow students speaking before him, Atlas avoided your gaze for the entire seminar. You tried not to pay it any mind, but given your last conversation about Bucky, the last thing you’d want to do is give him any more doubts.

The seminar was fairly quick; Bucky was super attentive and taking notes so he didn’t ask you about your question for the entire period. He walked you out to the lobby of the building, staying with you as you said you’d wait for Atlas before heading back to your dorm for the day.

“So…” Bucky broke the silence.

“So?” You repeated, raising an eyebrow.

“You already know what I wanna know, honey.”

“You can’t call me that anymore, Buck,” you said to avoid his remark, knowing good and well you didn’t actually mind the nickname. “Plus, what I wanted to say isn’t important anymore.”

“If it wasn’t important, you wouldn’t have called me and you also would have told me about its non-importance the first time I asked.”

Sighing at the fact that he still knew you so well, you rocked back and forth on your feet.

“It’s nothing, Bucky,” you lied straight through your teeth. “I just—“

“Hey, Barnes,” Atlas said from behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and giving you a few kisses on the cheek. “Hi, baby.”

Feeling weird about his heightened public display of affection, you patted his hands. “Hey.”

Atlas turned his attention back to Bucky. “Didn’t know Business majors had to be at this seminar.”

“I’m getting a minor in Psychology,” Bucky retorted without hesitation. “Professor wanted us to show up.”

“Ah,” Atlas said, his condescending tone still present. “Well, I hope you paid attention.”

“He did,” you said in Bucky’s defense as you unwrapped Atlas’s arms from your waist and turned to face him. “I have to go back to my dorm before Nat asks why I’m missing, I’ll see you later?”

Wiping the confused look on his face, Atlas nodded. “Yeah, I’ll see you later.”

You gave him a quick peck on the lips and gave Bucky a side hug before making your way out of the building.

“I’ll see you around, D’Angelo,” Bucky said as he started to walk off.

“What’s your problem, Barnes?”

Bucky stopped and turned around. “Excuse me?”

“I feel like you haven’t been fond of me since the moment we met at that diner,” Atlas said matter-of-factly, shoving his hands in his hoodie pockets. “I know you and Y/n have history, but we’re together now. I’m being nice by letting her stay friends with you—“

“Letting her?” Bucky cut him off. “You don’t own her, Atlas. Neither do I. She can make her own decisions. I don’t have any intentions of ruining what she has with you, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“I’m good for her, Bucky.”

“Never said you weren’t,” Bucky retorted once more.

To be fair, Bucky knew Atlas wasn’t a bad guy. He was smart, he kept his grades up, he was involved a lot on campus, and he wasn’t a complete asshole like the rest of his frat brothers. He had his flaws, as everyone does, but he’s been able to give you what Bucky couldn’t in your last few weeks together. He could never be mad at that.

Nonetheless, he also didn’t want to be painted as the big, bad ex-boyfriend who causes a problem for a girl who’s moved on. That wasn’t him.

“Look,” Bucky said before Atlas could respond. “I care about Y/n. A lot. I always have and I always will. I have a love for her that I don’t have for anyone else, and the one thing I want is to see her happy. Never in a million years would I ever ruin that. So what gives you the impression that I would?”

“You’re you, Barnes. Everyone on this campus loves you. The professors, the staff, the sports coaches, the students, everyone. And you got the one girl on campus who hates talking outside of her friend group to date you. And be friends with your friends. She won’t even step foot near my brothers.”

Bucky crossed his arms as Atlas continued.

“I know she still loves you, I know she’s not completely over how the both of you split, and I know she tries really hard not to wish things were different.”

“What do you want me to do?” Bucky asked in a bit harsher tone than he wanted to.

“I just want you to give me a chance, man,” Atlas pleaded honestly. “I know you still want her. I don’t wanna lose her.”

Bucky sighed to himself, closing his eyes. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“I’ll back off. I wasn’t doing anything maliciously but I don’t want to confuse Y/n. She’s with you and that’s that. I’ll see you around, D’Angelo.”

Bucky walked off before Atlas could get a word in, feeling his heart drop to his stomach. He’s not entirely sure why he said what he said, but he had to leave before he took it back entirely.

You had made it back to your dorm where Natasha was sitting with Steve in the livingroom. Steve looked a bit distressed on the phone, Natasha waving for you to follow her into her room.

“Hey, is everything okay?” You asked as she shut the door.

“Yeah, it’s just one of the guys having a moment,” Nat said but you weren’t entirely buying it.

“One of the guys? Who is it?”

“It’s not import—“

“Is it Bucky? Is that why you’re not saying his name?” You interrupted, and Nat immediately looked defeated. “I was just with him, what happ—“

“Bucky is going to be okay, Y/n. Stop worrying. That’s why I didn’t want to tell you.”

If you weren’t confused before, you were beyond confused now. You left Bucky alone with Atlas which only made your mind run a million miles a minute, and now he was freaking out on the phone with Steve.

“I have to go find him,” you made your way to the door but Natasha blocked it. “Move, Nat.”

“He’s not your boyfriend anymore, Y/n.”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“He’s fine. He has to learn how to handle things without you there at his beck and call.”

You scoffed. “I care about him, Nat. Why would I not be there for him?”

“He called Steve. Steve is there for him right now.”

You stared at Nat, realizing she was right. You sighed and plopped on her bed, rubbing your hands down your face.

“You still love him, don’t you?”

“I don’t know,” you said, your words muffled with your hands over your face. Uncovering it, you sat up and looked back at Natasha. “I like Atlas a lot, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss spending so much time with Bucky. I see him so often now and it’s just confusing me and I don’t want it to.”

Before Nat could reply, there was a knock on her door, Steve announcing his presence before she opened it.

“Hey, everything okay?” He asked, looking between the both of you.

“Is Bucky okay?”

Steve sighed before nodding. “Yeah, he was just a bit overwhelmed with something. He’ll be alright.”

You nodded. “That’s good.”

“Do you guys wanna head over to our place later? We’re having game night today since we have practice tomorrow and the party Saturday.”

Nat looked over at you. “I’m down, are you?”

You nodded once more. “Yeah, can I meet you guys there? I just wanna shower.”

They both agreed, each of them giving you a hug goodbye before walking out of the suite.

Walking into the guys’ suite, Steve and Natasha saw Thor and Pietro in the living room, Sam making some kind of tea in the kitchenette.

“What are you doing?” Steve asked, making Sam look up at him.

“Buck’s not feeling well, so I’m making him his favorite tea that Sarah got him hooked on when we went to visit,” he wiped his hands with a towel.

“Where is he?” Steve asked as Sam nodded towards Bucky’s room. The blonde whispered a thanks as he walked down the hallway, Natasha plopping on the couch with Pietro and Thor.

Knocking on Bucky’s door, Steve opened it slightly and peeked in, seeing Bucky writing something in a notebook while sitting on the floor, his laptop beside him.

“Hey, pal,” Steve greeted before closing the door behind him. “Y/n’s coming tonight.”

Bucky looked up at him, his eyes puffy from crying earlier on the phone. “That’s fine. She’s still a friend.”

“Are you going to talk to her?”

“I can’t, Steve,” Bucky rubbed his eyes. “I can’t.”

“And why not?”

Sighing in frustration, Bucky set his book down and shut his laptop harshly.

He honestly had no idea what switched inside of him, but he went from wanting to see you every second of every day to not being able to face you at all. Bucky felt like he had upset you when you guys broke up—even with your efforts of telling him that he hadn’t—and now he had somehow seemed to meddle in your relationship. He knows you most likely wouldn’t agree, but he was so in love with you that he couldn’t even bear to do it accidentally or without you realizing it.

“I don’t want to confuse her, Stevie. We broke up because we were never able to be around each other and now all of a sudden I can see her all the time?” Bucky looked up at his best friend, tears welling in his eyes. “That’s confusing. It’s confusing to me but I’m not the one in a relationship. I don’t want her backtracking on her decision to move on when I know it wasn’t easy for her.”

Steve exhaled a deep breath that he failed to realize he was holding. Sitting down next to Bucky, he wrapped an arm around him and gave him a shake.

“Everything’s gonna be okay, Buck.”

Sam calling Steve and Bucky’s names from down the hallway shook them from the conversation. The door opened, revealing a very disheveled Sam Wilson with two mugs of tea in his hands.

“This took me forever to figure out, but with a call to Sarah and the faith inside of me, it worked,” he said proudly before realizing Bucky was just crying. “Oh shit, am I interrupting?”

“Nah, Sam, you’re all good,” Bucky spoke up, his voice cracking a bit leading him to clear his throat. “Why do you have two mugs?”

“Oh, you know Steve’s gotta try this tea for sure,” Sam said as he handed over both mugs.

Natasha peeked in through the door. “Y/n and Wanda just made it if you guys wanna come back to the living room.”

“Yeah, we’ll be there in a sec,” Steve said, waving Sam and Nat off.

“I’m just gonna stay in here a bit,” Bucky said immediately after the door closed.

“Buck—“

“I’ll be out in a few, Steve. I promise.”

Not wanting to fight it any further, Steve placed a comforting hand on Bucky’s shoulder before making his way out of the room, tasting the tea and walking out to the living room.

“Thoughts?” Sam asked as Steve smacked his tongue a bit to get the taste in, closing his eyes as it settled.

“Oh, that’s heaven, Wilson.”

Slipping away from everyone once you were all past greeting each other, you made your way down the hall to Bucky’s room, the door opening just as you were about to knock.

Bucky looked completely different than when you had seen him a few hours prior. He kind of resembled his state when you guys had split, making your heart break in two. He also looked almost distressed to see you.

“Bucky…” you trailed off upon seeing him.

“I have to go to the bathroom,” he said, pushing past you and entering the bathroom across from his room, shutting the door quickly.

You had thought to just leave Bucky alone, knowing he wasn’t in the best mood and not wanting to push him. However, you never backed down with Bucky. He’s had his moments before and the last thing you wanted was to believe the voice in your head telling you that he was upset over you.

Walking into Bucky’s room against your better judgment, you sat on the edge of his bed. Your mind was racing a bit.

Things were good between you both. Things were better than good actually. The world might have been messing with you by forcing you two to cross paths so often after breaking up over the complete opposite, but you weren’t fighting it. Confusing, maybe, and your heart was being pulled in two different directions as a result. Nonetheless, you still never went against it.

Fiddling with your fingers, you could feel your heart starting to race faster. Then you started to bob your knee up and down out of anxiety. You didn’t even know what Bucky was going to say upon finding you in his room; you weren’t even so sure he’d open up to you. You heard the bathroom door open and then Bucky’s footsteps before he appeared in front of you. Looking right at you, his eyes were a bit more red than when you saw him open his bedroom door.

“Did I do something wrong?” You asked softly, though you already knew his answer.

“No, of course not, Y/n,” he said with a tinge of hurt in his voice. “Why would you think that?”

“The way you looked at me, Buck. You’ve never looked at me like that before. So what changed in the last few hours since I saw you? Did Atlas say something?”

“Y/n, it’s noth—“

“Don’t lie to me, please,” you cut him off as tears welled up in your eyes. Your intuition was going off like a metal detector at the beach. “I know something’s wrong, Buck, so just please tell me what it is.”

Bucky sighed, closing his door and kneeling in front of you, placing his hands on your thighs right above your knees.

“I need you to listen to me, prinţesă. You could never hurt me, ever. I’m not upset with you, okay? You’ve always meant the world to me and that isn’t going to change. I’m just still adjusting to the thought that you’re not mine anymore and it threw me off the rails a bit earlier today. That isn’t your fault and it’s quite unhealthy of me to be so caught up still but that’s why I’m letting you be.”

“Letting me be?” You said in confusion. “We talked about this already, Buck—“

“I remember what you said on the phone. I didn’t quite hear it correctly because it genuinely sounded like it was coming to me in a dream but I heard it. And I remember. And I’m not gonna lie to you about it.”

“So you still have—“

“I never stopped.”

You let out a deep breath, trying your best not to cry again in front of Bucky over the same situation.

“Okay.”

“Okay?” Bucky then asked in his own confusion.

“I understand everything you said. It’s okay.”

Bucky furrowed his eyebrows for a bit before relaxing his face and nodding.

“Yeah, okay.”

“I should head back out before everyone wonders where I wandered to,” you said as Bucky removed his hands from their placement and stood up, you standing shortly after. “Are you joining?”

Bucky shook his head. “I have a lot of work to do.”

“Okay,” you nodded. “I’ll see you around, Jamie.”

That was the last time you talked to Bucky for a while, which felt more than unusual for you. Granted, you decided to keep yourself busy and avoid seeing him. He was doing the same.

Atlas has gone to the team’s practice the next day, asking if you could meet up with him after and you agreed. Part of you wished you’d see Bucky, but all you caught was a glimpse of him heading into the coach’s office with Steve before Atlas approached you with a kiss.

“Hi there, beautiful,” he smiled down at you.

You smiled back, though it didn’t reach your eyes entirely. “Hey. How’d it go?”

“It went great,” he said gleefully, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as you both walked out of the Athletics building. “Coach invited me to the next practice so I think I got a real shot. Said I fit in well with the team, even let me run a few drills with Bucky and Steve at the end.”

“Oh? That’s great, Atlas,” you kissed him on the cheek. “I’m proud of you.”

You hadn’t seen Atlas since after the seminar, which you were worried would feel awkward after your conversation with Bucky the day before. But fortunate enough for you, it didn’t.

Atlas was great to you. He made you happy, he knew how to cheer you up, and he was always there when you needed him to be. You were grateful you had him.

Eventually, you stopped thinking about Bucky romantically. You hadn’t seen him much, even when you were around the group. You couldn’t say you didn’t miss him, but you weren’t longing for him in the same way as before.

Or so you thought.

The frat party that was meant to happen that same Saturday had gotten postponed a few weeks. Once that day came around, Nat and Wanda had spent all day trying to get you to wear one of the tightest dresses ever made.

“I’m not wearing this,” you said as you stared at yourself in the mirror. “I can barely breathe.”

“Didn’t someone once say ‘beauty is pain’?” Wanda asked, her tone pointed.

“Plus, your boobs look amazing,” Nat said. “Just know I’d definitely snatch you up if our boyfriends weren’t in the picture.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, pulling another dress from your closet. “This one’s not as tight and it does the same for my boobs.”

“Fine,” both girls said in defeat.

“Atlas is gonna eye fuck you no matter what you wear,” Natasha said, earning a glare from you. “Have you guys even fucked yet?”

“I was wondering the same thing,” Wanda said before you could answer.

“Maybe everyone’s not ragingly horny all the time,” you responded. “Plus, we haven’t been together that long.”

“How long were you and Bucky together before it happened?” Wanda asked, making you freeze a bit.

“Um,” you hesitated. “I don’t remember.”

“Bullshit,” Natasha caught your bluff. “It was for sure way less time.”

“I don’t really wanna talk about Bucky,” you cut the conversation while changing into the dress you picked out, smoothing out the rough spots. “How do I look?”

“I mean,” Natasha stared you up and down. “I would definitely hit.”

Half-smiling, you shook your head. “Come on, we’re gonna be late.”

Upon all of you finishing getting ready, you grabbed your jacket and walked over together to the frat house. You’d asked Natasha if the guys were still going given the change of date, and she said they’d all agreed to still show up. You wanted to ask about Bucky, knowing this wasn’t exactly his scene (anymore, so you had found out), but you’d be backtracking on your words from earlier and decided otherwise. Your question was answered shortly when seeing all of the guys except him at the frat house. Atlas was talking to them, and they all seemed pretty happy with him, which made you content. Once he laid his eyes in you, he looked like he was gonna cream his pants.

“Baby,” he said, making his way over to you, pulling you in a quick embrace that made you giggle. “You look amazing.”

“Thank you,” you said, giving him a quick peck on the lips and cheek before pulling away. “You don’t look so bad yourself.” Turning to the rest of the guys, you greeted all of them with a hug each.

Once you got to Steve, he kept you in a hug for a quick few seconds to whisper in your ear. “Buck’s coming later, just wanred to give you a heads up.”

Nodding as a thank-you, you pulled away to face the group. “So, shots?”

—

A few hours later, you were a bit more buzzed than you’d wish. You weren’t a lightweight by any means, but you always regretted the next morning after a drunk evening given the countless stories of words you wished never slipped from your mouth.

On top of the fact that the world never wanted to see you thrive, Bucky showed up around your tipping point. He was sporting whiskey in his cup for a bit, agreeing to drive the group back since it was getting pretty cold.

Bucky was trying his best not to stare at you the whole night, but he caught glimpses of your figure when you weren’t looking.

He thought you looked gorgeous. He always thought you looked beautiful, but something about you getting dolled up made him more in awe of you every time, knowing you didn’t go to many events that required so.

He also knew you weren’t a huge drinker, but had your moments. Given everyone else’s drunk or tipsy states, he made sure to look out for you. He always did.

He hadn’t seen you for a few weeks and though he was making the effort to avoid you, he really wanted to talk to you. But as he made his way over to pull you aside, Atlas jumped right in front of him.

“Barnes!” Atlas greeted drunkenly, pulling Bucky into a hug he did not want to participate in. “I’m so happy you’re here, man.”

“Yeah, thanks, buddy,” Bucky said as he gently pulled Atlas off of him.

“You know, thank you for being so supportive of me and my girl,” Atlas said as he wrapped his arm around you. “I really appreciate it.”

“Yeah,” Bucky responded monotonously. “No problem.”

Steve noted his friend’s discomfort, finishing his drink before standing to move near him.

“I know you love her and all, but I’m glad you’re one of the decent exes out there,” he tightened his grip on you a bit. “Don’t gotta worry about you stealing my girl.”

“Alright, that’s enough,” you said, shrugging Atlas off your shoulders after his unnecessary remarks. “I wanna go home.”

“Yeah, me too,” Steve said, putting on his jacket. “It’s late anyway and we got things to do tomorrow, we should head back.”

You may have had too much alcohol in your system but you were aware enough to know what Atlas was trying to do, and you wanted to nip it in the bud before it got ugly. You were sure Steve had the same idea you did.

You kissed Atlas goodnight and made your way out of the front door with everyone else. The guys wanted to crash at yours, Natasha, and Wanda’s suite, deciding theirs was too far. Thor and Pietro headed back to theirs, living in the same building as you three. Sam quickly crashed on the couch, his figure way too big for the tiny dorm furniture, and Steve obviously had crashed in Natasha’s room. Natasha and Wanda made their way back to their own rooms. You didn’t.

“Are you gonna stay?” You asked Bucky, snuggling deeper into your jacket and trying to fight off the sleep that was calling your name.

Shoving his hands in his pockets, he shook his head. “There’s nowhere for me to sleep here and the permit on my car’s for our building parking lot. I should head back.”

You nodded slightly. “I understand.”

“Goodnight, Y/n,” he bid farewell as he walked to the front door.

“Can I come with you?” You asked Bucky before you could think about it, wanting to get a few more seconds with him.

He was grateful for that, but he didn’t want to take advantage of the vulnerable state you were in.

“I don’t know if that’s a good id—“

“Please, Bucky. I just-“ you stammered. “I don’t wanna stay alone and I just miss you.”

He knew he couldn’t say no. He wanted to. He wanted to just leave you be and not possibly get caught up again. But he couldn’t say no to you.

Standing in defeat, Bucky nodded, extending his hand for you to grab since he knew you were still tipsy. Letting you change your shoes into more comfortable ones before you left, you walked back out of the building to his car. You shot Natasha and Wanda a quick text in your group chat to let them know you wouldn’t be in your room when she woke up, though not telling them where you’d be.

Strapping your seatbelt on, Bucky started the car and drove back to his dorm building. The ride was short, but it was still pretty quiet. You could tell Bucky was overthinking the situation, and probably felt a bit awkward. You’d only hoped you didn’t make him uncomfortable.

Once you made it back to his dorm, he gave you a few of his clothes to sleep in. Rubbing your eyes as you came back into his room after changing in the bathroom, you stopped him before he could leave to sleep in one of the guys’ rooms.

“Can we talk real quick?” You asked with your hand around his wrist.

Bucky looked back at you with solemn eyes.

“You’ve had a little too much to drink, Y/n, I want you to get some rest.”

“I will,” you assured him. “Just let me talk to you please. Five minutes.”

Giving in for the second time this night, Bucky let you lead him to his bed where you both sat down. You hesitantly released your grip from his wrist, and he immediately missed your touch.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been around,” he spoke up first. “I’ve been keeping myself occupied since we talked that day.”

You nodded. “Me too. That’s what I wanted to talk about.”

“Go ahead,” Bucky urged softly. He only ever spoke that soft with you.

“I don’t want to lose you,” you admitted. “It’s probably not for my own good but I can’t just go weeks without you like we’ve been doing. I miss you.”

“I know, prinţesă,” he spoke as he traced shapes on your knee with his index finger, wanting to feel you somehow. “I’m sorry. I just need to get over you first. You’ve moved on and I haven’t. That isn’t fair to you, and it isn’t fair to Atlas.”

You sighed. You thought you were over Bucky, but maybe you weren’t. It was indescribable, the hold he had on you. Kind of like how gravity keeps everyone on the ground. You had a hard time fighting it.

“I need you, Bucky,” you urged.

“I’ll be here,” he lifted his hand from your knee to cup your cheek. “I promise.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m positive, prinţesă. I’m not leaving you behind, ever.”

You leaned into his touch, missing the feeling of it after so long.

“Come on, let’s get some rest.”

Bucky helped you get comfortable in his bed, knowing you’d be best sleeping here where you’ve done it a thousand times over Sam’s or Steve’s.

You drifted off to sleep as soon as your head hit the pillow, Bucky kissing your forehead lightly before exiting quietly.

But making his way over to Steve’s room, Bucky found himself even deeper in the hole he just claimed he needed to get out of.

—

Changed how I wanted the pacing of this story to go so here we are. I hope you liked it!

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gxilds · 2 years ago

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the borderlands

for dummies

I guess

now that we have reached the conclusion of the original manga series in the show, a lot of my friends seemed to be confused about the ending or what exactly the borderlands is. And while I haven’t finished the show (wether I am or not is debatable, granted i’m just dramatic and will get over my qualms with it fairly quickly) I have read the manga which gives you more clues as to how you should interpret it.

the mass majority of this post will be the last few chapters of the manga which stay relatively true to what the show has in it (other that some stuff that is not relevant to this post) so take that how you will.

this post will be divided into a few parts

what created the borderlands

what we can interpret the borderlands is

how it affected the players

in the last chapter we are met with this group of panels at the start

We are informed of a meteorite attack that happened two years prior to the events of this final chapter. we can grab two things from this:

this meteorite attack is relevant to the story

the story probably spans over two years

Using that first and second point, we can assume that it is not just relevant but that it is probably what the fireworks were in the beginning of the series was.

and in chapter 63 they also use fireworks for parallel as to them finishing all of them games and show is a meteorite hitting what we can assume to be shibuya

so a meteorite hit them? cool, I guess… what can we do with this information?

I’m so glad I asked, narrator me!

this leads me to the second question

how can we interpret this?

I guess… it’s more simple now that I put it into words.

Essentially,

it’s a collective state of limbo.

I guess?

It’s a point between life and death where it seems the borderlands are used to create judgment as to if the characters should really die or not.

in order to prove this we have to mix the third point into this

how has it affected the players?

in the end we find the players in the hospital with no memories of what happened in the borderlands but clearly affected

(For some reason I can’t find any panels online for this but I do still have the one of chishiya stocked up because I’m so not normal about him)

for example, Chishiya is affected emotionally and is left feeling better after his clear change of heart in the end of the series.

Niragi lays next to him burnt to a crisp and as far as we know chishiya seems to be hurt as well from the damage caused by niragi. so they’re all obviously somewhat affected by what happens inside when they leave.

Everyone else wakes up from their 2 year (supposedly) coma and is left without memory of the borderland but totally cool with each other. Arisu and Usagi ask each other out (my parents fr fr, thank you AIB Retry), Kuina is being my pookie and they’re all having fun… other than those who aren’t there.

People who died in the borderlands seem to have not made it (Karube, chota, etc), which puts the limbo theory into prospective.

as for the collective part of it… I thought that was obvious

all the meteorite victims are in the borderlands with each other and interact in ways that leave impressions on each other

duh

Look, I know the way I word this makes the writers sound dumb but I actually think it’s creative and kind of refreshing. I half expected to have them turn this shit into as the gods will when I first read the manga…and then I would’ve been left disappointed. and while there is a sequel series to cover I’m glad there’s a happy (albeit, tentative and not long lasted) ending.

I don’t think they’re going to do the sequel manga in the show, sadly. I also feel like it goes without saying that if they continue the show without using the source material other than to give us tooth rotting chishiya fluff and him living his best life after the borderlands then I’m not tuning in 😮‍💨 sorry to whatever this joker bullshit is that i’m hearing about but… lawd 😭😭

🏷️: @clearskiesandmistyeyes @irehluvr

#alice in borderland #aib #borderlands for dummies

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m1ckeyb3rry · 2 months ago

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AYO MODEL ERA MIRA?? CONGRATS!!! Hmu if you ever make one of those subscriptions like Chris Prince I’ll come to your meet and greet (don’t scam me) LMAO

the get possessed part actually has me sending the process is insane LOL im just imagining you getting into the zone like “mmm yes I love flirting with women I am that top dog im a super sexy defender yes that’s me”

IM CRYING THE SHOE THREAT??? Thats literally Barou just throwing the shit Nagi and chigiri left around the floor back in their faces it matches him sm….shoeliver is truly the best duo name ykw is funny when I first typed liver it autocorrected to lover (even though liver is a word….) LMAO truly meant to be

HAAH snuffy the only responsible adult so real no it’s ok mikages stubble grew into that full beard from stress and aging dw abt it yk when you get to the wedding arc you should design wedding invitation graphics (if you want LOL) I bet they’d go hard

STOPP I lowk forgot Nagi’s the love interest for a second uuhbdjsns no swerving no swerving…..but slightly sweaty rolled up sleeves Karasu….but REAL AEGISLASH TAKE ME TOO SHSHSH

Barou’s too underrated people are missing out on his potential omg (and I’m not even talking about in soccer LOL)

Wait speaking of how far are you from 1k rn I lowk forgot…just trying to see the odds of that pokemon event coming true if so I’m fr going to start brushing up

FR what’s worst is the people I see theorycrafting and analyzing saying Nagi’s gonna get kicked out and I’m like are we reading the same series here??? Like GUYS cmon let’s use our brains a little please I’m begging…..I’m crying “I forgot I liked chigiri” LAMOSAOSK yeah it does suck though because a big majority of his fans feminize him like crazy (esp when they ship him with Kunigami and turn him into a damsel in distress) yeah I think the move is just stay away from the crazy twitter side of the fandom LOL

IM GONE THE SPONGEBOB LFMAOAO stop the Barou edits go too hard wtf…but NO PLEASE KEEP THEM COMING LMAOO I appreciate all the content and lowk my fyp lost its way I don’t get much bllk there as I used to so I need this

DHSHSHS FR bro “can I say something controversial” and it’s just straight facts because people are fr just setting themselves up for disaster and like doomposting like guys cmon…..as if we didn’t all survive whatever the hell was going on in jjk s2 animation too (some scenes were so bare bones but we all lived)

SWOLE ERA Barou would be proud first it’s the graphic now this LMAOA out of curiosity what’s your go to routine?

- Karasu anon

YESS MODEL ERA INDEED dw if i do become famous i’ll be like yukimiya and expose scams not create them like chris prince 🤩 jkjk it’s really not for anything huge HAHA so no fame or scamming for me quite yet…tbh i only applied on a whim (i happened to have the photos they required for the application on hand [one of then was my linkedin pfp though icl] so i was like why not) ngl i was surprised when they emailed me back and told me they added me to their book but yk yolo!! might as well try it and see what the vibes are

HELPPP repeating my aiku affirmations while i work on the oaeu…“i am a rizz lord…i hate italian people…women want me fish fear me…i’m the goat” HAHA have to get in the mindset fr

shoeliver my magnum opus number one bllk ship name number one duo etc etc no one can compare!! PLEASEE barou is so mom coded it makes sense i can def see him threatening to throw his shoes at his kids nagi zantetsu chigiri when they’re being annoying/misbehaving HAHAHA

wait wedding invitation graphics would actually go crazy i don’t even think either wedding is ever shown in the epilogue (because of all of the time skipping) but maybe a side story of snuffy just dealing with everyone’s messes at either the tullireo or nagiy/n wedding might be in order sprinkled amongst the epilogue chapters 🤔 either that or i’ll make barou funeral invites but that’s more morbid…

AEGISLASH PLEASE ASSIST KARASU ANON AND I IN GOING ON A DOUBLE DATE W (still alive not possessed) BAROU AND KARASU POKÉMON AU VERSION 😭🙏🏻 nah because the visual is insane karasu’s face card is too lethal…reader’s crazy for not falling in love with him immediately ‼️ like girl you don’t even meet your actual man for an entire arc you’re telling me you don’t have the teensiest crush on karasu until nagi arrives in all of his lazy pajama wearing glory??? /j (mostly abt nagi wearing pajamas he’s a little better than that) nah but me personally the moment i see him taking care of his little baby birds i’m folding LMAOOO karasu with his fletchling would genuinely cause me to malfunction (wait imagine tullia gets him to babysit the pokémon she breeds when he has free time so his alternate clothing style is him in a white t shirt [so we can see his glorious biceps] jeans and a green apron with the black falconer’s gloves as usual and we just get a scene of him walking around bottle feeding a baby pokémon while talking on the phone about official gym business HFJSKSJD i fear i need him)

nah because barou is too underrated for what he brings to the table!! hoping we see a rise in barou nation after s2 as well although if not we’ll def see his non-dude bro fanbase (because lbr all dude bros love barou) expand after nel is animated he looks GORGEOUS in the game against bm!!

i’m like 60ish followers away but randomly the number will go down so i could not tell you how long it’ll take before i reach 1k 😭 i also might post the event a bit early just so people can be prepared for it HAHAHA we’ll see if i even do pokémon!! maybe i’ll end up with smth different who knows i’m very indecisive unfortunately so i probably won’t know until the last minute what i’m going to do

when people think nagi will leave the manga and be kicked out for good i’m like ah yes the character with his own spin-off is definitely the one they’re axing HAHAAH nagi + rin + barou are the only ones besides isagi that i can say for sure will be relevant until the end just because of the nature of their dynamics w isagi and the way their characters are written 😭 NAH BECAUSE I STAY FORGETTING CHIGIRI HIMSELF IS ACTUALLY COOL he can’t help his stans yassifying him/using him as an excuse to hate on other characters…wait also this is a pet peeve of mine but whenever people call chigiri a princess unironically i’m like 😟🤨 because i am 100% sure that the other blue lockers do NOT mean it as a compliment necessarily LMAOAOA like chigiri straight up gets mad when people who aren’t his friends/close teammates call him princess/missy (depending on the translation) i’m pretty sure it’s meant to be an embarrassing/teasing nickname not a nice one (karasu and otoya using it should be MORE than enough proof for that theory)…chigiri official arts have set the fandom back one million years they overly yassfiy him bro is simply NOT like that in the source material!!

THE SPONGEBOB HAD ME CRYINGGG lowkey what if i said me though 🤔 jkjk…unless??? OKAY YAYYY I WILL KEEP SENDING YOU SILLY LINKS AND EDITS HEHEHE today i will offer you a nagi + chigiri edit because it feels thematically appropriate to the convo LMAOO

no because people fr have such rose colored nostalgia tinted glass bruh jjk s2 was lowkey really bad at times too?? truly bllk is not as horrible as everyone is making it seem it honestly in terms of coloring and art style alone has a lot of depth and vibrancy and life i think people need to relax a bit like this isn’t violet evergarden things will not be perfect and that’s okay!! it’ll still be fun if you go into it just to enjoy it for what it is

LMAOO i’ve been going to the gym for a while but i never lift heavy enough to get swole i will leave that for my bfs 🤩 i start off on the treadmill for anywhere from 10-30 minutes depending on what i’m doing…if it’s an answering asks on the treadmill kind of day i’ll go at the 6 incline at a 2.5-3mph pace until i’m done clearing my inbox (usually 30ish mins plus or minus 5) and if it’s a day when i just want to be in and out i do a 15 incline at a 3mph pace for 10-15 mins!! after that i lift weights but nothing crazy/above 50lbs 😭 i’m not trying to be jacked so i’m not trying really hard to hit a PR as long as i feel like i worked out!! some of my fav exercises w weights are squats, romanian deadlifts, and the lateral pull-down machine!! after lifting i’ll do yoga to stretch out the muscles i used that day 😄 i go to the gym like twice a week and then horse riding once a week so i work out in a dedicated way only 3x per week and the rest of my steps come from walking around in general HAHA

#answered asks #pokémon au

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spicyicymeloncat · 2 years ago

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Oh my gosh I am in love with you??? Infodumping is my love language fr

Okay okay I am going to share some ideas but none of this is set in stone (ha) because I’m only on s3 ep 4. I’ll probably make a better rewrite post after I’ve finished watching! But rn I’m just going to address everything in this post because you are literally feeding my brain rn.

Context is important so I will say here and now that the main purpose of this rewrite is just to say how I would’ve written the show, and I will change things that I think could’ve been done better. Also this is again, ALL JUST MY PERSONAL OPINION!! It’s just fun!

Okay firstly:

The royal family

1) their backstory

So whilst I think the family backstory isn’t vital to the plot, including their backstory of how they came to power is a really interesting gateway into more of the world building, and also developing Macy’s character a bit more. We could have arcs exploring the norms and values passed through the family, and in terms of Macy’s development, well, a little generational trauma never hurt no one. I’ll have to finish the series but since magic is an incredibly prevalent concept in the show, I bet the foundation of Knightonia has some correlation with the council of wizards or whatever they were called. Idk I’ll have to develop that but I’m glad you suggested this

2) their purpose

So whilst monarchies are kinda dumb in my opinion, within the logic of show, their purpose is making political decisions, organising the people and solving nation wide problems. They’re a government. I don’t think they’re a figurehead monarchy bc there isn’t any other authorities they have to abide by, it’s just that the show shows them mostly doing frivolous stuff. But negotiating trade deals, appearing for opening events (like the reopening of the badlands), overseeing the knighting ceremony and generally inspiring hope in the people is what they do. However, showing them at council meetings and possibly debating on actions they can take in face of jestro’s threat, might add to the world building and also bonus as ramping up the stakes.

3) what do you mean Macy doesn’t get to be head knight????

I am not there yet (but dw I don’t care about spoilers, plus I accidentally looked at Aaron’s wiki page, so I knew) but like still. Crimes against Macy fr! I mean I’m just looking at the first ep of s3 and Macy and Clay are the only two ppl still actively keeping up their knight careers. She’s also has the potential to be one of the more plot relevant characters, seeing as she’s connected to the monarchy (as opposed to lance’s arc being his ego, axl’s arc which is his stomach, and Aaron’s arc of idk… moving fast). Her arc is connected to being a knight and proving herself and you’re telling me she can’t get a promotion for the very thing she’s been fighting against the whole show? Cuz she’s a Princess?? Man, Macy is literally gonna establish a democracy. I mean, again, I haven’t seen the whole show and idk, maybe she comes to terms with her royalty and decides she actually wants to be a queen, but like, it feels dumb rn. No offence to Aaron but it’s a little random yknow. Macy has more leader ship skills yknow.

Classes

Tbh the show should probably utilise the knight academy more. Like give this show more aesthetics. Medieval-techno-academia. Amazing. The class sizes could be hand waved as “they are main characters, this is Lego show don’t worry about it” buttttt

We could do more instead. So what if the knights never graduated. And this is a group of friends in the academy who stumbled upon Jestro and Merlock fighting and in the blast which was Merlock’s death, each of them were imbued with a mystical power, which is to be able to channel the nexo power. This is why they are the only ones who are able to stop Jestro.

This solves so many problems for me. It solves the problem of “why them out of everyone in the kingdom”, it ties the nexo powers to the plot, if they were friends by choice and not classmates by chance then it means that they have an actual chemistry as a main cast and like friendship is always good in my book. More heartfelt. Aaaaand, this means that the cast have still room to learn and develop. They aren’t fully trained, they’ll learn as they go along the way, both as fighters and as people. It makes it easier to have battles with stakes and more convincing when they struggle to fight monstrous oranges. Bc they’re in training.

Also the reason why they’re allowed to travel is bc they are the only ones who can stop Jestro and their teacher decides that this will be good knight experience. Kinda like going on placement/working in the field. And to make up for the school they’ll miss out on, Merlock will mentor them (staying true to Merlin being Arthur’s mentor in Arthurian myth).

Also I haven’t seen the whole show so idk how to incorporate everyone’s individual backstory, but how they got into the school would be a great episode or episode trope to explore. It doesn’t really make sense that they let Macy go to knight school only to stop her at her graduation, but this new ep 1 idea fixes that: Macy wasn’t in the academy, she was just hanging out. But other than that, the academy is probably half based on skill, which I think Aaron and Axl have (Lance is skilled too but his parents also probably bought their way in).

Also tangibly related but I like to think Jestro was actually going to become Merlock’s magic apprentice (something about how the joker card is the fools card which is one card below the magician card in tarot cards), and since Jestro was a bit magic, he was chosen by Monstrux. So Jestro’s story was that he was gonna be a knight but then decided to train under Merlock as a magician and court Jester, but went evil after.

Also with the future stuff, maybe this is a world which operates on a fixed destiny, maybe Merlock either ignored or just missed the fact that Jestro was going to be evil (again not finished the series so idk what futures Merlock be for seeing), or maybe Monstrux’s magic is so dark, he jeopardises fate itself (again, ups the stakes). Maybe in this rewrite, Merlock saw Jestro becoming an evil sorcerer and he dropped Jestro’s training, instilling Jestro with hurt and anger so then he became evil, self fulfilling prophecy style.

Okay character stuff:

Macy

You are right, she is so under utilised. Like her entire arc is being a victim of misogyny fr fr fr. Ik back in the day, women being exist was unheard of but we could’ve at least had one Macy centric in all of s1 and 2 which isn’t how much she hates being a princess. Like she shouldn’t have to learn to cope with everyone telling her who she has to be, everyone else should character develop to be not sexist. And yeah you can totally be a knight and royalty. This show is half based of the legendary knight, Arthur, who became king. So like… what is this??

I wouldn’t argue that she’s a pick me girl though. She’s not fighting to prove something so that people will like her. She’s fighting because she genuinely wants to be a knight and no one thinks she can do it. I agree, the show kinda demonises trad fem things like dresses, which is bad. But at the same time, I think I’d go crazy and hate dresses if someone was forcing me to my whole life and I just wanna do something else. She feels like a pick me girl, because her only character trait is based on hating femininity. But I think it’s important to note, that pick me girls are usually girls who put down trad fem things just bc they think they’ll impress men, and I don’t think Macy is doing that. Although maybe in the rewrite, Macy actually doesn’t hate dresses or girlie things, just when her father says she has to wear a dress (her father is kinda awful for this in show btw)

It’s kinda hard to come up with plot ideas for Macy bc they give us so little in the show, mayhaps she goes through her self confidence arc (which is kinda what happens in the show). She could also have a few episodes focusing on her trying to socialise, since being alone in a castle probably doesn’t lend itself to the best of social skills, and she might be not be very empathetic or she might just be awkward idk. I think her character could be a very compelling story about self discovery if framed right.

Axl

I actually love your interpretation of Axl just being this warm lovely character who cares for others. Yknow what I bet he did a cool act of courage to save his village and that’s what got him recommended to the academy. He is so under-utilised in the show and I personally couldn’t find that much fan content for him either which is sad. He deserves more relevance.

Although idk what I’m going to do bc his whole food thing just feels really offensive. Like ofc the big fig character is obsessed with food. But I can’t like just erase his appetite bc it’s basically his whole thing. I mean I guess for now, I’ll just say he can still cook but food isn’t the only thing he can do. Maybe he knits idk. Maybe he just has all the home economics skills and is just generally the mom friend. Yknow what yeah. That’s good.

Lance

I’ll be real. Lance is super annoying. You can have mean and selfish characters and do them well but I just don’t care for him bc it feels like he genuinely doesn’t wanna be here. He’s also just unapologetically classist and that’s humour apparently. Idk let him character develop. I do like the idea that he gets a pet pig. Let him learn empathy by caring for a pig yknow. I miss the pig so much. I’m in s3. Where pig? Where’s his lady????

I think it would be neat if Lance basically became a Disney princess. Starts utilising his looks and grace and his way with animals. Like Lance is definitely also begging a character arc like Macy where he explores who he is and gets to embrace what he always wanted to be. He also needs a character arc where he actually becomes invested in being a knight, like maybe he finds out he cares about saving people, or something along those lines. Also yeah can we showcase him bonding? It would be nice.

Aaron

I haven’t met his family yet, but yeah you can do a lot with that kind of home and yeah Aaron definitely has “middle child lost in sea of siblings energy” which may reflect in his personality of being pretty chill amongst chaos and also always trying to show off. Aaron being concerned for once in his life about his siblings is such a good idea tho.

Also Aaron has like, adhd super powers fr. Love him for that. However I don’t have that many ideas for him. He really just flies around in the show, cracks a few jokes and is unkillable. I mean, lovable personality, he gives off gremlin, but character arc wise? Hmmm. I guess he could work on not being so reckless? Idk I’ll think about it more

Jestro the criminal lol

Tbh this is another “Lego show don’t think too hard (probably no one really died)” bc I feel like Clay would’ve fought to not get Jestro jailed bc Jestro did save his life. He probably also had some defence in that, technically he was under the influence of many evil books, so he could at least argue for a lighter sentence. But I think it’s reasonable that Jestro did community service to make up for it.

I think you could definitely rewrite the whole show to be a more political drama, and it’s not what I’m personally gonna go for but you have a lot of interesting ideas around the royal family, and if you make anything cool out of that, let me know.

While we’re on the topic of the clown boy, I’ve thought so much about him. I won’t say everything but like I wish we got to see more of Clay and Jestro’s friendship bc it’s such an interesting dynamic that really wasn’t as well established as it could’ve been. I mean their besties separated by being on opposing sides, who in the end still cared for each other. Also, the dynamic of serious guy and literal clown, could be so funny. I’m also only 3 eps into s3 but I think I’ll rearrange the whole season because it’s actually a crime that Jestro and Clay didn’t get to hang out. (Also I wasn’t expecting Monstrux to be a cloud?? I thought he was going to corrupt the technology and it was a pun on cloud storage. But no. He’s full on cumulonimbus. And he magically zaps Jestro evil so frick that redemption arc. Ok)

Clay

Clay definitely has a lot going for him. I mean his complete lack of self care “relaxation? I’ll file it under new experiences” is both funny and really sad. My boi turned into stone and said “it’s okay, I’ll do some press ups” like my man what??? Definitely has many character opportunities there, also he’s an orphan and the leader, has the most connection to Merlock and he’s actually got a backstory that I assume is plot relevant and interesting (not got there yet) so like, I look forward to him!

This was super fun and also highlights what issues the show has in a cohesive manner and also so many worldbuilding ideas !!! Thank you so so much!! You are literally always welcome to info dump on my blog, silly and fun hyperfixations are always welcome!! Kill the part that cringes! Be cringe and free!!

And again, these are all just opinions :)

Guys is anyone actually interested in seeing a nexo rewrite. Me rewriting shows is just something I like to do for fun, like just reimagining shows to accentuate their strengths and iron out any plot inconsistencies or writing flaws. I’m obviously not a show runner and it will be just my opinion and it will probably consist of a character design post with a few notes, unless I get super into it and do it season by season like I’m doing with Ninjago. (I’m not mentioning Ninjago as a way of saying Ninjago is better, I just need you to know that I am rewriting to hell out of Ninjago bc as a Ninjago fan, Ninjago is trash sometimes).

I’m probably going to do the rewrite regardless but like making this post now to engage how much people would like/hate it.

Also pls lmk what you think I should take in account for the rewrite if there’s anything important to the plot I should consider (btw I’m watching the whole show before the rewrite dw. On that note wcos doesn’t have s1 ep 7 does anyone know where I can watch that??)

#guys this is how neurodivergants become friends #Nexo knights #lego nexo knights #oooh #i spent two hours writing this #ohhhhh #good night #*its morning*#nexo knights rewrite #reblog

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welcomebacktohoimicraf · 3 years ago

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season 7 is the quintessential hermitcraft season to watch

Admitedly, i’m not THAT old of a hermitcraft fan, ive only been around since s6 and will vanquish the Mic of Opinions to fans whove been around for longer, but what i CAN say to all the newbie hermitfans who want to get into the community is this:

watch season 7.

bc while hc s6 is regarded as the ‘turning point’ for hermitcraft and holds a lot of influence on the following seasons, its a fairly daunting task to backwatch and experience it in all of its glory and chaos. Its called the Season Sixfinity for a reason; it lasted nearly twice as long as any season before it, and is just not accessible for everyone. Scar alone has about ~100hrs worth of content on that season. What more if newcomers wanna backwatch the series of other hermits like xisuma, grian, falsie, etc?

And thats not even considering the fact that historical context is very relevant for this time. Season 6 was in 2018— the minecraft renaissance era was in full swing, and the minecraft community as a whole was going through a lot of changes. Its just a lot of stuff to take in for a new viewer. (in particular: new gen dsmp fans who are alr pretty burnt out by the concept of Multiple Povs I Am Obliged to Watch, and is a common reason why so many of them migrated to hermitcraft recently in the first place)

But season 7? It has the perfect balance of everything. If you comb through the hermits’ channels youd find that for most of them, their most viewed hermitcraft videos IS their s7ep1 bc thats simply how hype the season was!! Minecraft was on a good track of evolving as a game. The hermits were left flushed from the previous season and eager to ramp up their Minecrafting AND Youtubing skills.. Season 6′s main problem—immature discourse during server-wide events—began largely dying down and has become pretty much extinct by the time s8 came around (partly because grian’s clout began to bleed over to the other hermits and by the end of the season so many of them have finally, finally gotten the recognition they deserve and have passed/are so close to passing the 1mil milestone.)

Season 7 was The Return of hermits like etho and xb. keralis and bdubs’ first full season in a while. wels’s return from burnout— it tied up Old and New hermitcraft with a neat little bow. The vibes were simply IMMACULATE.

Some ppl didnt even know that season 7 is where winged!grian became a thing. [EDIT: I meant the pesky bird!variety, he's been drawn w elytra since season 6 but s7 was when he began to have floofy feathery wings :>] or that this was when scar and grian really began becoming buddies (desert duo enthusiasts know your history!!) When mumbo began letting loose his loony side. stress’s pink cardigan becomes magenta, bdubs gains his anime eyes, and joe gets his bright neon green hair. It has a fair amount of historical events of its own: the Button. the mayoral race. the Turf War. the HCBBS. the boomers. the keralis secret-base games. the first hermits helping hermits stream. the first inclusion of proximity chat. the armor stand book. Decked Out and Amogus (tango popped off this season fr!!) and the BUILDS oh my god the world was so built up this season it was insane!! the absolute madlads on this server man.

and then season 8 is easy to continue on from there. lasted very short which is good for catching up on and the hermits whose s7 DID suffer (doc, who had his little one and jevin who also went through burnout) get their redemption in s8. the addition of gem and pearl. which then brings us to hc s9 where the hermits are on top of the world and going back to their roots, and being honest w themselves about what kind of balance they want to achieve w their content (mumbo, being currently on break and taking time to recharge and we love him loads <3).

The whitelist is now at top notch quality, full capacity. Theyre on top of the world, and theyve decided to take it chill for the while before returning to your daily schedule of hermitcraft shenanigans with a fresher outlook on life. A truly inspiring and satisfying emotional journey.

tldr; dont know where to start? Start from s7.

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canyonmooncreations · 2 years ago

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A Little Mix Up -- Chapter Two

Characters: Spencer x reader

Word Count: about 4500

Author’s Note: since so many of you asked for a series….. Here’s chapter two!!! Plzzzz tell me what you think!

Warnings: Regressed state, Professor!Reid, ddlg dynamic, curse words, mean roommate, Stern!Spencer

Third Person POV

Y/n began to stir from her slumber and fought back tears when she realized she had no idea where she was. The last thing she remembered clearly was meeting with Dr. Reid. She looked around the room to see walls lined with bookshelves, a couple of plants scattered here and there. Well, not scattered, neatly placed to look pleasing. Shit, the last thing she remembered was meeting with Dr. Reid. Surely he didn’t kidnap her. Everything from last is a blur.

It hit y/n that it was Tuesday and she was likely missing her classes. She began to panic a little more. She stood there processing that she was in a random bedroom, on a Tuesday morning, in only her baggy t shirt, panties, and fuzzy socks she wore under her boots. She searched around the bedroom with her jeans and boots nowhere to be found. Her backpack and phone are also missing.

Y/n sighs and throws her head back in utter disbelief. Through her teary eyes, a badge catches her eye. She wipes her tears and reads the badge.

Dr. Spencer Reid

Y/n begins to cry a little harder. Her thoughts began to race. She is standing in her panties, for crying out loud. Surely nothing happened, right? She can’t help but wonder how she got here.

Realizing there is only one way to get answers, she made her way to the bedroom door and slowly opened it, peeking her head out.

“Good morning, y/n.” Spencer was sitting at his kitchen table drinking coffee and scanning the morning newspaper. Her eyes met his and her attempt at talking was cut off by her admiration of his messy hair, pajamas, and his mesmerizing appearance. She’s only ever seen him in a suit, but this side of him was ever more attractive.

“I know you are panicking, so please let me clear things up for you, okay?” Y/n nodded as she peeked her head around the door. “Come sit, please.”

“I don’t have pants on, Dr. Reid.”

“You can call me Spencer. Your jeans are in the washer. If you would like, you can grab some sweats from my closet or just grab a blanket.” Y/n considered her options and opted for grabbing a blanket so she didn’t have to invade his personal space in his closet. She’s already invaded enough just being in his home.

Y/n made her way to the seat opposite from Spencer and sat down.

“Do you drink coffee?” Y/n shook her head and let her eyes fall to the table, avoiding eye contact. “Y/n, I would like you to use your words to reply.” Again, she nodded as her eyes met his. He gave her a stern look, waiting for her to correct her mistake.

“Oh, yeah. I’m sorry, Dr. Reid. I don’t drink coffee.”

“It’s okay. Just work on it for me. Again, please call me Spencer. Do you want some chocolate milk instead? You begged me for some last night and were very distraught when I didn’t give you your way.” He chuckled, but she only cringed internally, still foggy on last night’s events.

“I need to get going. I have classes today. I am sor--” She began to stand, but was met with his stern voice.

“Sit. Y/n, the only class you have today is my class later today; however, I have cancelled class today. So, sit.”

Y/n was lost in her thoughts about how he knew her schedule. She didn’t say anything as he rose from the table and worked his way to the fridge to fix her a glass.

“Dr. R-, Spencer. I am sorry for whatever happened last night.” He placed her glass, well, plastic cup of chocolate milk in front of her. “Thank you.”

“Y/n, what do you remember from last night?”

“Uhh I remember having the meeting with you and the last thing I remember clearly is falling down the stairs.”

“Okay. Don’t worry. It is very common for someone to be a little foggy after regressing.”

After those words, y/n dropped her glass of chocolate milk. She was absolutely mortified she had regressed in front of one of her professors. Let alone, one she found extremely attractive.

Spencer rushed over to help clean up the milk and she snapped back into it when he began wiping her arms off. Her shirt and the blanket were both covered in milk.

“I-I-I- I am so sorry. For the milk and for regre--”

Spencer stopped cleaning and crouched down to her eye level while she sat in disbelief.

“Y/n, you do not need to apologize. I could have taken you home to your roommate. I could have kicked you out of my office. I could have done lots of things to get rid of you, but I did not. Here is what happened. You began to fight regression when I asked to see your colorings. You wanted to walk home in the rain. I refused to let you. On the way to my car, you fell down the stairs; hence, the bruises on your legs. This was when you regressed fully. I carried you to my car and buckled you in. You began to cry when I asked you where you lived and I prompted you until you told me about how you sleep in the basement when Aubrey is home. I brought you to my house. You were very little, somewhere between three and six. You begged me to watch a movie and drink some chocolate milk. I said no, because it was too late and explained that little girls need to go to bed early. You threw a fit, major tears. Once you calmed down, we attempted to brush your teeth. You decided you wanted to misbehave and spit your toothpaste all over your jeans, which explains why they are in the wash. After that, I finally got you into bed. After you fell asleep, I left and slept on the couch and here we are.” Y/n began to speak but he cut her off before she got a word out. “I do not want an apology. I gladly took care of you and your apology is unwelcome.”

She only nodded, unsure of what to say.

“Do you have any questions about last night, y/n?”

“Do you hate me?” She cursed herself that was the first thing to come out of her mouth.

Spencer laughed and moved a piece of her hair behind her ear. “No, I could never hate you. Anything else?”

“Can I have a new cup of milk?”

“No.”

Y/n met his eyes, hoping he was joking. His face was serious, waiting for her protest.

“But-”

“No. There is no but. I said no, so the answer is no.”

“Please-”

“Y/n, I said no. Stop asking. You need to shower and rinse off this cup of milk and then we can talk about more milk.”

“Oh.” She talked in a slightly sad tone. She didn’t have any clothes with her. She would have to go home covered in milk.

“You can wear some of my old clothes for now. I know you don't have anything else with you. I’ll throw these clothes in the wash for you. You need to go shower.”

“I don’t know where the shower is?” Y/n stood up, handing him the blanket. He’s already seen her in just a shirt, so it isn’t a huge deal. Spencer began to walk away and she quickly followed. The first stop was his closet for some clean clothes, all which would be slightly too big. Next, was the linen closet, followed by the bathroom. She followed him from place to place admiring how gentle and patient she was. It was quite the sight, a milk covered y/n fighting regression following a significantly taller Spencer around his home. He showed her how to work the shower and sat everything up for her. She has never felt this cared for, not even by her parents.

“I think that is everything you’d need. I don’t have any women’s soap so you’ll just have to smell like me.” He said with a smile as he closed the door. He turned back, reopening the door. “Leave your clothes on the counter and I’ll grab them before they start to smell too bad. I should be in the living room when you are done, if not just wait there for me. You do not have permission to roam around. We have a few things to discuss after your shower.”

She was left alone in her professor’s bathroom. Her thoughts were running wild as she hopped into the shower. The longer the shower, the more she could stall this conversation. What if he tells everyone she’s a little? No one knows this about her, except him. What if he kicks her out of class? What if he hates her??

About five minutes passed and there was a knock on the door.

“Y/n, do you care if I grab your dirty clothes?”

“You can.”

She heard the door open and saw his shadow grabbing the laundry. Her naked body was hidden by the shower curtain. She continued to stand in the shower, stalling, as the water ran down her body.

“I know you think taking a long shower is going to stall this conversation. Using all the hot water isn't going to stall anything and will only run up my water bill. Be in the living room in fifteen minutes.” He spoke in a no-nonsense voice letting her know he was serious. “Do you understand?”

Y/n nodded before realizing he couldn’t see her inside the shower. “I understand.”

She had never been scolded before. Her parents were always too drunk to say anything, they only spoke with violence. His stern voice was enough to make her hurry her shower. She couldn’t help but notice the butterflies his authoritative personality gave her. She quickly rinsed her hair and body before turning off the water. She rolled her eyes, knowing she wouldn’t have used all the hot water. Y/n began to get dressed when she realized he took her panties with the rest of the laundry. This means two things. One, he saw her panties. Two, she no longer has any to wear.

She slipped on the sweats he had given her, just hoping it's not a big deal. She attempted to dry her hair a little more with her towel and then brushed her hair with her fingers. She made her way to the living room, proud of her timely manner.

Spencer was not in the living room, so y/n sat on the couch to wait like he had told her to do. After a few minutes and no Spencer, she decided to turn the TV on. She was too engaged in the movie Madagascar to notice he had entered the living room until he cleared his throat.

“Oh, umm, I’m sorry. I should have asked to watch your TV. Please don’t be upset.” She quickly turned the TV off and sat the remote back on the coffee table. She noticed she had been using one of his throw blankets and immediately began to put it away. “I-I I am sorry. I didn’t even realize I was using one of your blankets. I’m sorry.”

“Y/n, I promise it is perfectly fine. You can use the blanket, you can watch my TV, I do not care.” He gave her a soft smile and took a seat next to her. She flinched when he began to move in her direction and it didn’t go unnoticed. Spencer decided not to say anything, but to be aware of it. He noticed how she played with her hands, a nervous tic. He couldn’t help but wonder who made her so afraid.

“I know you’re nervous, but we do need to talk. Are you okay to talk now or would you like to wait a little bit?”

She nodded, he gave her a stern look, prompting her to use her words. “Yeah, yes, we can talk now. Just to get it over with.”

“How long have you been regressing for? Is it always involuntary?” He watched as she played with her hands and avoided eye contact. He knew she was nervous, but he needed her to have this conversation in order for him to help her out in the best way..

“Uh, well, I guess I kind of have always done some aspects of it, but I never really knew it had a name until about a year ago. Since then, I have read a bit about it and started to indulge a little more into it. It’s hard to regress because I have had random roommates since my freshman year and I go home to my parents over the summer sometimes. So I guess it has just never really been safe enough to be vulnerable. Whenever Aubrey goes out for the night or the weekend is usually when I can be little. So most of the time it is voluntary, except yesterday. I am not sure why I regressed yesterday. You just made me feel.. I am totally oversharing, I am so sorry.”

“Y/n, look at me.” She met his gaze. “You are not oversharing and I genuinely want to know whatever you feel comfortable sharing with me. How did I make you feel?”

“Can we please not talk about it?”

“Okay. Can I ask you a couple more questions?”

“Yes.”

“Have you ever had a daddy? Do you know what daddies do?”

“I have read about them. I have never had one.”

“Okay.” Spencer resituated on the couch, keeping space between him and y/n, not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable. He switched the TV back on and saw as y/n got a little more comfier on the couch, cuddling the blanket.

Spencer has never let a woman into his house, let alone a student. He has never let anyone else sleep in his bed. He has never let anyone use his favorite blanket, the one y/n was cuddling so tight as she watched more of Madagascar. Spencer caught himself watching the movie and looked at his watch to see it was nearing noon. Since y/n didn’t eat breakfast, she would need to eat lunch soon. He looked over to see she had drifted to sleep. He had only just noticed her legs had made it onto his lap. He then realized he had mindlessly been rubbing her legs as she had fallen asleep.

He began to think about how wrong this was. She was one of his students. Granted, she was a senior who would be graduating in December, only a few months away. He couldn’t help but want to love and care for the innocent girl who has felt safe enough to be vulnerable with him. First she regressed and fell asleep in his bed, and now she was sleeping on his couch. Spencer couldn’t help but admire how pretty she was when she was sleeping.

Spencer gently removed her legs and placed them on the couch as he stood up. She whined at the loss of contact, tugging at his heart strings. He covered her legs with the blanket and made his way to the kitchen to start on lunch after turning the TV off. He decided he would make her lunch and then take her home so she could get ready for her classes tomorrow.

Spencer made grilled cheese and cut up some fruit for her. He set the table and got her a cup of water to go along with it. He made his way to the couch and lightly shook y/n to wake her up. She shifted around on the couch and began to rub her eyes.

“Good afternoon, sunshine.” He gave her a soft smile.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

“Y/n, you do not need to apologize for everything. If you were a problem, I would let you know. Lunch is ready.”

“You made me lunch?”

“Well, I made us lunch, not just you. But, yes, grilled cheese.”

She smiled at the thought of someone caring enough to cook for her. No one has ever done that for her, that she can remember. Y/n made her way to the table and sat in the same chair as earlier.

“I love grilled cheese. Thank you.”

“Of course.”

Spencer watched as she nibbled on a tiny bit of her sandwich and ate a couple pieces of fruit. She left her water untouched. He hoped she would eat so it didn’t turn into him forcing her to eat a little more. She eventually stopped nibbling, only eating less than a fourth of the food on her plate.

“Thank you for lunch.” She began to stand to take her plate to the counter.

“Sit down.” He spoke in a soft, yet stern voice. “Y/n, I am 90% sure you didn’t eat dinner last night and you didn’t eat breakfast today.”

“I ate lunch though!”

“You barely touched it. You need to eat at least half of what is on your plate.”

Y/n gulped and resituated in her seat. She realized he wasn’t joking and actually wanted her to eat. She didn’t think it was a huge deal. She didn’t eat much most days.

“Spencer, I will be okay.” She pushed the plate further away, hoping he would drop it.

“Y/n, I wasn’t asking. We are going to sit here until you eat at least half and drink half your water. The more you argue, the more you eat.”

Spencer hated having to enforce anything, but as skinny as she was he knew she was skipping meals frequently. He wanted her to be healthy. They sat in silence as y/n ate more of her food. He didn’t mind waiting on her or keeping her company while she ate.

He was the first to break the silence.

“Will Aubrey be home today?”

“She shouldn’t-” She spoke with her mouth full and was quickly interrupted.

“Eat first.”

She blushed at being scolded and did as she was told. “She shouldn’t be home. She usually isn’t home during the week. I can walk home after lunch.”

“I can drive you over. Which dorm do you stay in?”

“I can walk. It’s okay.”

“Y/n, we are a thirty minute walk to the edge of campus and most dorms are another fifteen minute walk from the edge. It is also chilly out. You are not walking, it’s not safe. I will drive you. What dorm?”

“Oh. I live in the Mildred dorms.” She was a little shaken by him caring about her wellbeing.

“Those don’t have heating or air?”

Y/n didn’t say anything and Spencer simply looked at her waiting for a response. He eventually knew he wouldn't get anything out of her.

“I ate half.” She spoke softly as she sat down her water cup that was now empty.

“Good girl. Thank you.” He smiled at her, unaware of the effect the two words had on her. She shifted in her seat hoping he would say something else to ease the tension she felt.

“Your clothes should be dry. Your backpack and phone are in the office down the hall. I’ll grab your laundry so you can change if you want to go grab your other belongings. Your boots should be in there as well.”

Y/n sat her dishes by the sink and made her way to the office to fetch her things.

“Do you want me to wash my towels, these clothes, the blankets, your bedding, my dishes? I don’t want to leave you messes.”

“No, I am doing a load of towels later. You can keep the clothes, they are too small for me. I will put the dishes in the dishwasher later. There aren’t any messes.”

“Thank you, Spencer.”

“Of course. Here are your clothes, you need to put them on because they will be warmer than what you’re wearing now.”

Y/n nodded and took the clothes from his hand. She changed and made her way back to the living room.

“You can put those clothes in your backpack. Here’s a sweatshirt.” He tossed a sweatshirt towards her.

“Spencer, I can’t take this. It’s yours.”

“You’re not taking it. You are borrowing it. Don’t argue, you won’t win, put it on.”

Y/n did as she was told and sat down to put her boots on.

“Y/n, may I see your phone?”

“Uhhh, I think it's in my bag, you can grab it. It might be in the front pocket.”

Spencer opened the pocket to grab her phone out of it. He handed it to her to unlock, she unlocked it, and handed it back.

“I am adding my number to your phone. You call or text me anytime you want. Emergency or not. I also texted myself so I can have your number. If I text you, I expect you to reply within a reasonable time. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” He held out his hand, helping her to his feet. He couldn’t help but admire her dressed in ripped jeans, her combat-looking boots, and his sweatshirt. Her hair was a mess, but he thought she looked beautiful as ever.

“Are you ready to go?” he asked with a hint of sadness, honestly not wanting her to leave.

“Uhh, can I use your restroom before I go?”

“Of course! You don’t have to ask.”

He waited patiently for her to return and grabbed her backpack and his keys.

“I can carry that.”

“I know, but you aren’t going to.”

They made their way to his car. Y/n was a little thrown off when he opened her door for her and proceeded to help her buckle in. Little does Spencer know, these small actions made her feel more loved than ever before. She cursed herself for thinking like this. He was going to take her home and then never see her except for in class.

She admired the view as he drove her to her dorm. She was dreading it the closer they got. She was glad he had let her wear his sweatshirt for a couple of reasons. One, it smells like him. Two, it is actually pretty chilly out. Three, it's very comfortable.

“I would walk you in, but if anyone saw us together it might seem suspicious. You are to text me when you make it to your room. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I will text you. Thank you for everything. I hope I was not too much of an inconvenience.”

Y/n dug through her bag as Spencer pulled into a parking spot. He looked at her, very confused. She gathered the last cash she had. It wasn’t much but she wanted to repay him.

“Here. Thank you.”

Y/n went to leave the car, but was stopped by a hand on her wrist.

“Take this back. I do not want your money.”

“No, Spencer, please take it. I want to pay you back. I know it doesn’t cover the food, laundry, shower, clothes, and everything else you let me use, but I can give you more after I get paid. That’s just all I have right now.”

“Y/n, this is all you have? In cash or all together?”

He could see her start to play with her hands. Her nervousness was adorable to him, but he did hate that she felt she had to be nervous.

“Together.” She spoke barely above a whisper. He felt her whole mood change. He just wanted to help her.

“Take this money back.” He gave her back the seventeen dollars she had given him. “If you feel the need to pay me back, we can arrange something else. I have some work around my office you can do.”

She looked at him as he pulled out his wallet. He began to take out cash.

“Spen-”

“Do not argue. You can pay me back. Just take it, until you get paid.”

She knew she wasn’t going to win the argument and took the cash. She smiled at him softly. “Thank you.” She almost began to cry as she put the money in her bag.

“Now, what are you going to do when you get to your room?”

“Text you.”

“Good girl.”

Y/n blushed as she got out of the car. She shut the door and waved at Spencer. She noticed he didn't pull away until she made it into the dorm building. She rode the elevator up and unlocked her door.

Y/n found herself already missing him and decided to distract herself by cleaning. About thirty minutes passed and she grabbed her phone to skip the song. She was shocked when she saw 6 new messages and a missed call. Her phone rang again, Spencer.

***On the phone****

Y/n: Hiii

Spencer: What were you supposed to do when you got home?

Y/n felt her stomach drop. She didn’t text him.

Y/n: I am so sorry. I com-

S: No, tell me. What were you supposed to do?

Y/n: Text you.

S: And what did you not do?

Y/n: Text you.

S: I was worried about you. I am going to let it slide today. If it happens again, I will not be as nice. Understood?

Y/n: Yes. I am so sorry, I just forgot.

S: It’s okay. Just try to remember in the future. Have a good night. Call me if you need anything.

Spencer ended the call before she could reply. She felt bad for worrying him. Part of her just wants to make him proud and making him disappointed made her sad in a way. Y/n’s thoughts were interrupted as Aubrey burst in the door with six other people.

“Get out, you nasty whore. Don’t come back until tomorrow.” Aubrey snapped.

Y/n stood there as Aubrey’s friends all laughed. Y/n quickly gathered all her things she might need. She grabbed her backpack and put her shoes on. The cold basement lobby couch is where she would be tonight.

Y/n hustled out the door as she heard Aubrey’s roommates laugh and make remarks about her. Y/n made it to the basement only to find some type of sports watch party to be occupying the entire room with men. She was devastated. There was nowhere to go. Y/n made her way outside. When this happens, she sometimes gets lucky enough for one of the academic buildings to be unlocked. Most of the bathrooms in the academic buildings have random couches in them. It’s a last resort, but it’s all she has.

Y/n walked out of her dorm only to be met by a very cold breeze. She pulled out Spencer’s sweatshirt but it wasn’t enough to block the wind chilling her skin. Y/n’s phone began to ring and she knew who it was. The only person who would call her.

** on the phone **

Y/n: Hello?

She tried to speak over the wind in hopes he wouldn’t notice.

S: Hello. Why is it so windy? Are you outside?

Y/n couldn’t reply. She didn’t want to lie to him.

S: Y/n? What are you doing outside?

Y/n: Well, Aubrey came home and kicked me out. The basement lobby was full of men so I didn't want to sleep there. I am walking to one of the academic buildings because the bathrooms have couches. No biggie.

S: No biggie? It is a big deal. You are not sleeping in a random building. Where are you?

Y/n: Spencer, you have already done enough, I will be okay.

S: You can either tell me where you are or I can call my friends at the FBI to track your phone. It is up to you. Either way I am coming to get you. It is not safe to sleep in a random building and it is too cold for you to be walking alone outside.

Y/n sighed and weighed the options. If she turned her phone off, he might not be able to track her. Was it worth the battle? Could she just accept the help for one more night?

Y/n: I am by the chemistry building.

S: Stay there and keep your phone on. I’ll be there as soon as I can.

Y/n ended the call and took a seat on the stairs. She was scared. It was getting colder the longer she sat. The tears began to fall as she waited to be saved. What was her life coming to? She couldn’t help but wonder where she went wrong.

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Arranged Marriage (Part 6)

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Part 6

Charlie woke feeling incredibly well rested. It may have been due to her emotionally taxing day yesterday, but she somehow slept through the whole night without issue. A part of her felt guilty for how well she slept, but it also made her feel silly for thinking so.

With a sigh, she turned onto her side as she recounted her day yesterday. Through her painful day, Alastor of all people was there to comfort her in his own strange way.

He even promised to stay until she fell asleep, just as she had asked. Charlie half expected him to brush her off, especially after his odd reaction to her near-touch. But surprisingly enough he agreed. And as a man of his word, he indeed stayed until she drifted off to sleep. Her face warmed as she also remembered how she’d held onto his hand as he sat beside her.

It was Saturday, a free day at the hotel, and one of Charlie’s only days off. Saturday was a day for the sinners of the hotel to do as they wished- preferably inside the hotel’s walls. It was a day of self reflection to allow the sinners to pick up their own hobbies and put in their own effort toward redemption. Being in hotel at all times kept them out of trouble and focused on rehabilitation, but they were also allowed to leave and do as they please.

As for Charlie, she’d use the day to talk to whoever stuck around the hotel and plan the coming week’s activities. At the end of the day she’d normally watch a movie or binge a series with Vaggie, but it might not be the best idea considering the recent events around them. Besides her assumed broken tradition with Vaggie, today should be no different. She’d been living with this schedule for half a year now and she planned to stick to it.

With a determined huff and and smile, Charlie sat up in bed. But as she did so, she noticed a familiar red figure at the other end of the room and froze. It was Alastor.

“He stayed the night.” Charlie whispered to herself. She scooted off the bed and fixed her nightgown before quietly walking up to the motionless form on her couch.

Sure enough it was Alastor, sitting upright, legs and arms crossed, a small close-lipped smile and his eyes closed. Had she not seen how slowly he breathed, Charlie would have assumed he was awake and waiting. Charlie leaned over and got close. ‘I guess even Alastor needs to sleep.’ She mused in her head. She’d never seen him sleep before and she’d never seen him so still and peaceful either. He was usually bouncing with energy and enthusiasm whenever he was around her.

“Can I help you Charlie?” Alastor asked suddenly. Alastor’s bright red eyes shot open and stared straight back at the demoness.

“HOLY-“ Charlie jumped back immediately and nearly tripped on the rug, sending her limbs flailing about as she caught herself from tumbling.

Alastor chuckled and rested his elbow on the armrest. He plopped his head on his open palm and watched Charlie try to calm herself. “Sorry if I startled you sweetheart, but watching people sleep is quite rude you know!” He grinned widely and continued to chuckle.

After collecting herself, Charlie took a few deep breaths to calm herself. “No, I’m sorry. I woke you up and I was… being kinda weird…” she looked away and fiddled with her unkempt hair. The pout on her face made Alastor’s flutter and he nearly forgot where he was for a moment.

That was, until he took a good look at her hair. “No worries dear. I had a good laugh out of it,” he mused. He then pointed at her hair and raised an eyebrow. “By the way that is a fine nest you have!” Charlie shot him a confused look to be met with a smug grin.

When she turned and walked to her vanity she yelped, “What? How’d it get this bad?” She sat herself down and began running her fingers through her hair to get the tangled mess under control. With her frantic tugging, she kept getting her fingers snagged on the knots. She let out an exasperated sigh, signaling her quick defeat. “I mean it’s never perfect in the morning, but it’s never been this bad before! I need to get Razzle and Dazzle!” She shot up from her stool.

But before she could head for the door, two claw-like hands rested on her shoulders. Looking up in her vanity mirror, she saw Alastor holding her in place. “No need! I can take care of it if you’d like.” he materialized a brush from nowhere and gently pushed her down to sit. Saying nothing, Charlie sat back down and continued to watch him through the mirror.

He went straight to work once she settled. Instead of going head first with the brush, Alastor set it aside and instead used his fingers to untangle any nasty snags that could get caught in the brush. It was so strange how thoughtful and careful he was as his pointed claws occasionally brushed over her scalp. Charlie even closed her eyes as he worked, clearly enjoying the sensation.

Once Alastor deemed it satisfactory, he took the brush he’d summoned and gently brushed through her golden locks all while humming.

Charlie’s butlers Razzle and Dazzle would normally brush Charlie’s long and voluptuous hair, but never had it felt this good. From the soft brushes of her scalp to the gliding of a brush through her hair, Charlie didn’t notice the content smile that graced her face.

Alastor, however had. He watched the princess’ expression soften through the mirror with amusement. Was she truly this naive? Despite being at the mercy of the Radio Demon, one of the most feared overlords in Hell, she’d put her full trust in him and relaxed into his touch, even. The moment reminded him how just last night she asked him to stay until she fell asleep. It still racked his brain how she could be so at ease with him in the room. But most of all he wondered why exactly he decided to stay by her side the whole night. Or why he volunteered to brush her hair so carefully.

“You have quite a lot of hair you know,” Alastor joked in an attempt to get his mind off of his confusing thoughts. He’d ponder on it more later, now was just not the time.

Charlie’s eyes shot open, and Alastor could have sworn his heart skipped a beat at the sight. Even when he attempted to get his mind off of what she did to him, she still somehow managed to get his heart off-beat. So much so Alastor was beginning to think that he was merely experiencing heart palpitations. “You must get it from your mother.” he finished, trying to keep himself calm and collected. Charlie smiled soberly and nodded.

“Yeah, I get that a lot. It’s why I don’t ever wanna cut it, because it reminds me of my mom.” she chuckled and brought her gaze down to the floor, deep in thought.

What was her mother dong? She still hadn’t called, nor had she picked up any of Charlie’s calls in the past few days. She must have been busy with wedding preparations, but couldn’t she just spare a couple of minutes for her daughter? She’d just gotten engaged!

With his eyes still fixed on Charlie’s face, Alastor hadn’t realized that he’d thoroughly brushed though the demoness’ hair a while ago. He was so engrossed in the softness of her locks and his heart palpitations, he’d completely lost focus. He stopped brushing, but part of him didn’t want to stop just yet. So instead he started to do something else to Charlie’s hair, which promptly caught her attention. The gentle tugging told Charlie he was probably braiding her hair. “I bet you must be excited to see your mother today.” he commented.

“Yeah- wait,” she slammed her palms on the table, stood and whipped her head around to face Alastor. The braid that he’d started came undone in the action, but Alastor didn’t care. Not when his fiancee’s beautiful demonic form began to peek out. Alastor’s grin widened in anticipation and his fluttering heart began racing.

“WHAT?” She shrieked, yet Alastor didn’t flinch. Charlie began pacing away from the vanity, muttering wildly with a hand over her mouth. Her wide eyed gaze was fixed on the ground. Alastor couldn’t understand what she was saying but he did notice that her horns were present and her nails seemed longer than usual. He took Charlie’s seat at the vanity and sighed contentedly at the sight of her. He had to admit that she certainly was a belle, but this side of her was a unique sort of beauty that he could appreciate.

She looked to him pleadingly. “What should I do?” she cried before returning to her frantic pacing.

With a confused yet amused expression, Alastor asked, “Are you not excited to see her?” The demoness snapped her head to look at him once more with her ruby-red eyes.

However the visible part of her true form retracted as quickly as it appeared with just a blink. Charlie stopped her pacing and sighed. “It’s not that. I just haven’t seen her in a long time and she hasn’t returned any of my calls,” she ran a hand through her hair and shook her head with a groan. “I-I just don’t know what to say to her Al.”

“Why not just start with a simple ‘hello’?”

Charlie groaned in frustration again. “Come on, be serious!” She turned back around to pace with her hands tangled in her hair.

“Oh I am though,” he stood to full height and walked up to her to grab her by the scruff of her nightgown and effectively stopping her from pacing endlessly again. Once she stilled in his grasp, he released her before continuing, “The reaction to a simple smile and a ‘hello’ tells you everything you need to know about a person! See where you go with it sweetheart. Not to mention your mother would be pleased to see your gorgeous smile.”

Charlie turned and shot him an unsure look. When he didn’t falter from his confidently wide grin, she shrugged. “I guess it’s better than nothing. Thanks for the advice, Al.” she crossed her arms and turned away. The unsure tone of her voice did not comfort Alastor’s inner concern one bit.

‘Concern? For her?’ He thought. When was the last time he’d felt concerned for anyone? And when was the last time he’d felt the need to truly comfort someone?

Alastor took each of her shoulders in his hands, causing her to look up at him. “Chin up my dear, everything should be going uphill from here on, trust me.” his calm, nearly radio-less voice and his closed lipped smile somehow eased Charlie and she relaxed under his touch.

A soft, appreciative smile melted onto her face, sending his heart into a beating frenzy.

He quickly let her go, letting his searing touch linger on her shoulders. “Now, after your little hotel duties, we have to go meet your mother to finish the details!” Alastor said quickly before briskly exiting the room and gently shut the door.

Charlie brought her hand to her shoulder where his hand had lain and felt her heart skip a beat.

PART 7 HERE

#charlastor #charlastor fic #charlie x alastor #alastor x charlie

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ayyponine · 4 years ago

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actually in honor of yesterdays rewatch. top ten moments of oh im bout to throw hands w this middle aged woman.

spoilers obv fr the entire book/series sharp objects, assuming you havent already gathered a thorough knowledge of the events due to me not being able to just shut up abt it

1. porch drink “apology” at the end of calhoun day. mother fucker. camille honestly thought she was about to get some intimate honesty frm her mom and this woman decided to talk abt camille’s inability to trust while carressing her w those fucking nails and goin like oh forgive me.. for you being a cold horrible person even if i never did nothing to cause that and am not to blame sweetie :) swear to god im gonna track my dirty pleb feet all over her ~veranda

2. rose bush conversation. scolding yr daughter like oh youre such a horrible cruel person to be around “you never mean to do anything and yet you cause so much hurt” excUSE ME?? then cutting your OWN hand on the bush and being like ohhh owww LOOK what youve done :’( having yr cuck husband dress yr wounds, skip on yr lunch date w the girls to recover and continue bitching abt it so that the next day even the most random person you barely know will b like ohhh u poor dear howre u doing (abt 45 seconds into this). like shut uP

3. the venomous spiteful RESENTMENT over the curlers/scissor story when that wasnt even them. that didnt even happen to her. thats the story from Ann and her mom. and the way that entire scene ends with the “what, mamma?” “you smell ripe” just bc she saw her w kansas city im gonna start SWINGING

4. she changed camille into the nightgown while she was asleep. revolting. but also putting her in the bath and washing her. what are boundaries when mother is taking care of you :))) you cover up all the time but ill force you to let me see im just >:((( also you dont SEE it per se but ill safely assume she snatched those clothes when camille was undressed at the store, forcing that whole moment. because who the fuck else. fucking instigator and then acting all ö :’/ when that triggers smth i swear to fucking god

5. also while in the bath when camille half delririous wants to talk abt marian and shes just like oh silly *splashes water in her face maliciously. dont be selfish you need to get over that *yanks on her hair HARD like oh shes been finally granted access and all the pent up i hhRHHRG

6. the brief moment where you see her check herself in the mirror before they leave for Natalie’s funeral. ALL in black w second row seating as if this is HER kid... the pure ”marians back in the hospital... i wore my yellow dress heehee i looked like a pineapple!! the doctor flirted w me despite the wedding ring the nurses are suspicious and jealous of meee ill bake them smth fr next time bleh bleh bleh ha ha” energy this evoked within me like oh youre just eating this all up i bet.....

7. when camille first shows up and shes like oh "the house is not up to par for visitors im afraid”. the awkward stilted like no youre inconveniencing us but sighhh it’s fine type attitude especially when then gayla steps in and without saying a word is already so much more welcoming to camille. im entering with a knife

8. “camille makes me feel like im a bad mom :// “you ARE. and alan then immediately comforts and reassures her im like dude shut up. leave

9. camille phoning curry on calhoun day like "it's just that whenever i'm here i just, um, i just, i feel like a bad person” B R O. with everything that. just, god. we all talk abt the dressing room scene but this phone call that happens just after, as well as the one in ep 7 when shes Realised things and is about to go to the house to str8 up... i am losing my mind. also if i remember correctly this is also more or less when the meaning of “home” shifts frm wind gap to st louis. aka talk of what it’s like to be back home --> do you want to come home so thats. definitely something

10. “you are making your mother ill etc etc ” i know technically thats alan only parroting fr her and she’ll even get stern & disappointed when he doesnt play messenger fr her well enough but seriously fuck that dude

#on a meta level its kinda funny that amy got the golden globe /nomination/ fr best actress while patricia WON the best supporting #but like she deserved that. just watching those clips again has me boiling. adora crellin esp in her soft pink night gown its on SIGHT #honorable mention to pre-funeral when camille wants to cut an apple and she demands to do it fr her...... immediately hands it over to gayla

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taichissu · 4 years ago

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For your honest opinion thoughts on sea animals? Or a3

under cut because as always i got carried away with the a3 answer------

sea animals: girl i have severe ichthyophobia so take a guess :’) i really like mammals like seals or walruses and such!! love how fluffy they start but then they’re HUGE chonky bastards i love them! dolphins are on thin line but i like how smart they are

a3: honest opinion is that i’m terrified of how different the idealized version of it that i’ve created in my head is from what it really is- i think the reason it resonated with me so strongly and i got so unhealthily attached is because it reminds me of simpler times of when i did theater in middle school. aside from the plot, music, and characters, i don’t find the game fun at all; i still play it because i want to read backstage stories and hear voiced main story, but it’s just NOT FUN at all. not a single thing about it is fun; gacha, events, team-building - all boring to me. even though i love the cast, i’m not too fond of how some characters are written (especially citron and misumi) and how, because of the amount of characters, most of them have very underdeveloped personalities despite there being potential. duh, some characters even seem to have regressed; had their huge revelation moments just for the writers to???? forget about it???? they tend to reduce characters to 2 or 3 traits and forget there’s actually depth this is how i see them being written most often despite all of them showing some type of depth:

i hate how the characters aren’t allowed to grow and change all that much because their personalities are their IMAGE, the writers are scared if they go too much in depth, they’ll have to upgrade them and they can’t afford to do that because idk fans wouldn’t like that??

my problem isn’t that the characters aren’t growing, growth isn’t linear, you can’t get better from your life-long insecurities or trauma in a day, but the problem is, you don’t even see them trying to expand on that; it’s always the same the subject of these characters is always the same: for misumi it’s always about his family, for omi it’s always about nachi, for taichi it’s always about his inferiority complex; it’s ALWAYS different situation but goes back to the same issue

and don’t get me STARTED on how they butchered the issue in the fallen blood event story; i didn’t agree with the solution A BIT, you can’t take away someone’s opportunity to learn just like that, they won’t grow if you trap them in their comfort zone, i’m so ANGY GRRRRR

i could also go all day about how they write misumi and homare, the characters who are the most obviously ND-coded, but all i have to say is that no, i will write my own canon, liber, i don’t need your butt of a joke autistic-coded characters

but the reason i’m as strongly attached to the series as i am is probably mainly thanks to the amazing discography; this franchise about theater (not even musical theater) has better (imo) discography than some franchises focused on music careers like ut// pri or b/ /ndori. i love every single song, even the songs on the very bottom of my tier list like don’t cry or spring has come, doesn’t matter; i know the lyrics to AT LEAST the chorus of every single song by heart because that’s how much i listen to them

i also see people complain about the art, they say it’s ugly but imo it’s quite decent, i guess it all comes down to your taste? the other day i spent like half an hour talking about how much i love this story image

because you really don’t see many anime series be as liberal with their facial expressions; too afraid to make a character seem ugly, but i really appreciate exaggerated expressions fr

also it doesn’t suffer from same face syndrome which is also rare (could improve on their body diversity a bit though; they have 2 body types: normal and muscular)

i’m sorry i really went off!!!!!!!! sakfljsfklsaf you can ask me about my honest opinions on separate characters or elements of a3 too because this is just my overall look on it

#ask #anon #honestopiniontime #Anonymous

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m1ckeyb3rry · 4 months ago

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Oooooh icic! That definitely makes sense now that you mention it too I’m even more curious…if you got a request for a character that was really obscure or say you had 0 interest in would you reject it? Or would you just like grit your teeth and try to write something LOL I know before you said that both your Rin and Sae fics were requests (I think apologies if I remembered wrong) and you also had some Hiori requests too and iirc those characters were all kinda uhh “new” (for lack of a better term) to your usually characters..? And esp with the itoshi “hate” neutrality since they aren’t usually characters you’d write of your own volition, like imagine if someone requested igaguri or like ego what would happen? LMAO

I’m no fic writer but I remember when I had to write essays I’d slap out the first like two paragraphs keep writing and in the end I’d always go back to rewrite the first two because the flow of my writing established itself in the latter parts LOL yeah I think beginning parts are usually less refined on the first draft. At least for me, the inspiration ends up flowing midway through when I finally have a solid idea of what I’m going for HAHA

I’m genuinely hoping we get a lot more spinoff content generally….I know some series make more spinoff content after their series ends so I hope we continue getting more bllkverse expansion soon!!! I seriously wanna know what happened in the other stratums in NEL and the first selections too

Yeahhh it’s wild I think actually there’s a French version of the Bible??? Which is why I’m like what’s the English team doing LMAO Reo getting voted for all the good ones was hilarious like even everyone in bllk is like yup bros got it all (Isagi’s comment was FOUL LMFAOOO) and igaguri being last in everything HAHAHAHA

FR!!! Im just sitting here waiting for a Karasu awakening like PLEASE man has been sitting there busting his ass carrying the team please give him a chance!!!!

Also speaking of Karasu…..ok this is gonna be kinda really random but I actually stumbled upon one of @/i-am-not-strange’s posts but FOR THE LIFE OF ME I can’t press on their profile??? Either my fingers are broken and I’m pressing on something wrong or Tumblr is just flipping out but do you have my idea what art they’re referring to in their recent post about like Karasu and Hiori swapping bodies…? I’m sure it’s not canon but I can’t lie and say I’m not intrigued LOL I would go ask them myself but whenever I try to go to their profile it either a) does nothing b) crashes??? I’ve never had this happen before (like I’m on your profile just fine) but???? Anyways…sorry for having to ask you here LMAO and no worries in advance if you don’t know it just caught my eye LOL

-Karasu anon

honestly i feel like i always cook 10x more with characters i don’t like/am unfamiliar with…maybe because it pushes me out of my comfort zone so i’m more willing to experiment?? like i think the instrument and white butterfly were probably my fav things that i wrote for my event (and honorary mention to seabird because it’s so cutesy) and both were for characters i was unfamiliar with!! lowkey i think i could go crazy with an igaguri or ego fic LMAOAO imagine an ego fic where you know him at his peak as a soccer player and watch his downfall (bonus points if you’re friends with noel noa/connected to that weird ass dynamic somehow) OR an igaguri fic that plays into his weird religious trauma of being forced to be a monk if he can’t play soccer?? mostly it’s treated as a joke but what if it was taken seriously…PLSSSS i need to STFU why did i just genuinely come up with plots for EGO and IGAGURI 😭 suffice to say i would literally write for any character no matter how obscure/how little i personally care abt them 🤩 i try not to let my biases show in my writing either and hopefully i’m successful in that!! like my itoshi neutrality doesn’t rlly manifest in the fics i’ve written for them i think!! so even if someone requested for one of my opps i wouldn’t let my distaste impact how i write/how seriously i take the story

omg that ALWAYS happens to me whenever i do essays too!! that’s why i hated high school writing when our teachers made us write our thesis first…like yes i can write a thesis for you but i can guarantee that i won’t follow it and it’ll be entirely different by the time i submit it so it follows the contents of what i actually wrote vs what i INTEND to write!!

blue lock has SUCH an expansive cast and it’s also sooo popular as a manga so just from a business/financial standpoint it would make 0 sense not to do spin-off stuff!! like i’d even read a sae spin-off of him in spain if they don’t want to go through the bllk program again and want to focus on one of the itoshis…we’ve followed rin pretty closely and know his mentality pretty well so idt he needs a spin-off but depending on how in depth the main manga goes on sae i think a spin-off of him could be fun!! or like shidou or smth…OR AN EGO ORIGIN STORY SPINOFF OMG I’D DIE FOR THAT ACTUALLY like him and young noel noa and their rivalry?? i don’t even like ego that much but i think it would be cool to see his backstory be explored like that!! also an episode anri but we know we’re never getting that sadly

FRRR why is there a french version but not english?? maybe it’s because bllk isn’t as popular here yet?? hoping that changes with season 2 though…i’m not saying jjk fanbase levels of popular because that’s when you get the crazies but def bigger than what it is rn

THEY GAVE HIORI AN AWAKENING THEY CAN GIVE KARASU ONE TOO!! especially because he was so crucial to hiori’s awakening…like come on now kaneshiro be a good author and put some parallels between mr talented but doesn’t care and mr mediocre but works hard 😒

HAHA THAT’S SO WEIRD tumblr stays tweaking 😭 i was able to go on her profile fine so maybe there’s smth going on with your app?? honestly wouldn’t be surprised if it’s a tumblr issue because for how old this app is it’s surprisingly unusable at times 🫣 maybe it’s working for me because she’s one of my mutuals?? idk 😰 also i know the post you’re referencing but do not know what art she was talking abt…i can send her an ask abt it and then link her response in the next ask of yours i answer and hopefully that works!! if not i could also add a screenshot into my answer LMAO

#answered asks

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starcrossedmoth · 4 years ago

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Thanks to @dragonbleps-fr for tagging me!

Rules: Answer 17 questions, tag 17 people (I don’t know that many people so I’ll tag three, none of whom are actually fr blogs).

Nickname: I got a lot, the most notable ones being Maud and Drop, along with the good old family nickname Li (pronounced Lee).

Zodiac sign: Capricorn.

Height: 5′ 5.8″

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff! But I’m no longer much of a fan of the Harry Potter series.

Last thing I Googled: “Mythical Creatures” for world-building reasons.

Songs stuck in my head: “I Do Adore” by Dodie, or “Drag Me Down” by One Direction.

Number of followers: 23.

Sleep: I normally go to sleep by 2 or 3 am, earlier if I’m going out to a family event the next morning. I normally wake up by ten, and again earlier for family events. That might change if I get a job soon.

Wearing: Gray shirt with a blue dragon on it, and dark blue shorts.

Favorite song: This one’s a hard one, but I currently really like “Glitter and Gold” by Barns Courtney at the moment.

Favorite instrument: Personally I can’t play anything anymore, but I’d like to be able to play the piano or flute.

Aesthetic: My aesthetic is all over the place, though I see a lot of stuff like cottagecore and goblincore somewhat often.

Favorite author: Another hard one since I haven’t picked up a book recently, but I’d have to say Gregory Maguire solely for the book Wicked, hopefully I’ll soon get around to reading more of his stuff though.

Favorite animal noise: Pigeon sounds, or cats purring.

Random: I’m guessing this is a random fact about myself. I’d like to go with the fact that I was nearly trampled by horses when I was about six or seven. It actually helped me learn how to always respect animals and handle them with care. I also learned that my late grandfather had the patience of a saint for not chewing me out after I ran out into the group of horses.

Tagging: As stated earlier, I only know like three people, so here goes nothing! @rebelingriot @aes-hma @awesomekattyk

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bubbletimestories · 5 years ago

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Come back (Aquaman&Reader ft.Ursula)

Summary: To put it simply, you have unfortunately walked on Ursula and you must now send her back to her lair with the help of your childhood friend Aquaman. The problem is, the witch may not want to part with your body.

Warnings: sad ending

Themes: mind manipulation, transformation, friendship, lies

A/N. "Rolling dice" is a series of more or less short fictions made by rolling dice. That's all. I have no control ^^'

Translated with Google traduction, sorry ^^’

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24143224 (eng)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24134458 (fr)

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Ursula wiggles before the helpless hero who steps back as your legs twist, split into long, black-black ends covered with suction cups like boils. Trapped in your own body, you can't even scream in pain or call for help, struggling not to be drowned in nothingness. Aquaman has no idea how to free you from this cruel curse, he needs to help you get back, regain control before being completely engulfed.

"Y / N ... I know you can hear me and you still have strength, don't let that old bitch get you so easily."

He reaches for you, his golden eyes looking at you seriously and with all the determined hope he can do. He trusts you, it is out of the question for him to let you get lost.

- I'm not done laughing with you, drinking and singing out of tune so come back. This is your body, you are not Ursula, you are my friend, my best friend and I love you. - Arthur…

Installed on the pontoon, you watch the sea come and go in weak waves as the sun sets on the horizon, coloring the aquatic landscape with gold and purple. A sigh lifts your chest and you frown at the idea of looking like one of those damsels who cry after their lover while waiting for him in the harbor. This is absolutely not your type, you just took advantage of the view to think. Annoyed by your own thoughts, you get up and wipe the sand stuck to your pants with a hint of rage. Once again, Arthur didn’t come but you can’t blame him, he’s the king of Atlantis and a member of the Justice League. Blaming him is getting harder and harder, the days when you were playing together are long gone.

"It's always an arrogant nag," you say with conviction.

Picking up your shoes, you turn on your heels to take a walk on the beach before it gets too dark. Your childhood friend has become sovereign of the underwater world, a hero known all over the planet and you ... you are a simple waitress in a bar to pay for studies that you have already finished a long time ago. We cannot say that the comparison plays in your favor and even if you would not want for nothing in the world to exchange your place for that of "Aquaman", you cannot help but dream that you are a little more than one simple human. Your friend would not understand it, he appreciates so much these moments to simply drink a beer with you without worrying about his duty. As usual, contact with the cool sand helps you to find a little calm, your feet sinking into the moist soil with delight. The waves come to lick your toes from time to time and you close your eyes enjoying the silence, knowing you are alone on this beach little known to onlookers.

" Oh shit… "

Something sticky suddenly places itself between your sole and the sand, causing you to utter a disgusted curse while opening your eyes. A grayish algae stuck to you, the kind that immediately makes you want to stack. Slowly, you catch the tip of the plant between your nails, balancing on one foot. This horror is frozen and the shadows seem to draw it a grimacing face which look at you in the deepest.

"Yuck, yuck, yuck, yuck, yuck ..."

A shiver runs through your leg as you pull on the seaweed to take it off, without succeeding. You struggle for a few moments, the dirt remaining gripped to your skin by increasing your nausea. Then it drops by itself into a soft noise, as does you, staying frozen for several seconds. Without being able to say what, you sense that something has just happened and your reptilian brain blows you to be afraid. Although a tiny part of you quivers with excitement, as if you were going to experience something interesting.

You put your shoes on and go home, carefully avoiding looking at the abandoned plant, you don't even want to throw it back into the sea, it was too disgusting. If you had taken the time to look at it more closely, you would not have seen the strange grimacing shadows drawn on it anymore but it does not matter much.

***

Even after several hours, the feeling of cold continues to haunt you, going back and forth along your leg up to your back, to believe that this seaweed really disgusted you. In desperation, you decide to fill your old flaking bathtub with hot water, even if it means ruining your efforts so as not to spend too much this month. As expected, the feeling calms down once you immerse yourself and close your eyes in relief, unless it is tiredness after a whole week of working overtime at the bar. With your knees folded against your chest, you feel relaxed as you take advantage of the soothing and warm embrace around you, there is really only water to provide you with such well-being.

My dear child

The murmur touches your ear, so light that you hardly notice it, repeating itself in a soft, muffled voice until it takes shape. Blurry images cross your mind, underwater visions, a woman with an octopus body which undulates among the corals. Since this is only a dream, you let it all caress you, sinking into a pleasant sleep, lulled by the imaginary voice. As it is written that any body submerged in water hears the phone ringing, you are woken from your reverie by your cellphone, left in the bedroom and which sounds "Toss a coin to your wizard" before interrupting. With an annoyed growl, you get out of the tub and wrap yourself in a towel without even noticing that you fell asleep with your head underwater. The screen of your cellphone indicates an unknown number, surely some operator trying to sell you an excruciatingly expensive subscription.

"It wasn't worth leaving my bath" you throw with a raging sigh

You really appreciate the water, don't you?

This time, you’re perfectly alert and looking around for the voice, your half-defeated towel around your defenseless body in the event of an intrusion. Although, maybe it can scare the thief from seeing you run at him naked. But there’s nobody around you, which is both reassuring and terrifying. Well, in doubt, you still try:

" Yes and so ? What can it do to you, creepy female voice? "

A laugh answers you, ringing not outside but inside you, at the base of your neck, at your fingertips. Unaccustomed to having your acoustic-verbal hallucinations respond to you, you hold your breath without managing to think properly.

Perhaps you are destined to evolve not on earth but under the waves.

The absurdity of that answer, just as much as knowing you were talking to an invisible person, tears a nervous laugh out of you. You drop on your bed without looking around, convinced that you are just doing a burnout.

"Are you an alien?" A parasite from space that needs my body to survive like in this movie with Tom Horny? "

You say what goes through your head. You are the type very open considering your frequentations so much not to go there by four ways. It doesn’t take long for a new laugh to be heard and answered.

No, my dear sweet child, I am a sea witch who simply wishes to find her lair.

"That was straightforward. What is my role in this? "

Without really knowing why, you can't really worry about chatting with an aquatic entity probably nestled in your head. It’s as if the fear and alert signals get lost along the way. For a short moment, there is silence, as if the other was searching for his words. Then she quietly declares.

My envelope was destroyed, I just need someone to take me home. There, I will have a body again to move freely. I have been looking for a host for many moons, but I could not find anyone to transport me or even hear me, trapped in a foul-smelling alga. Up to you. You must be special ...

The last part slightly tickles your ego but you are not paying attention, more focused on the rest of the information. All this is totally surreal but you are in a bad position to judge since, once again, you are friend with a sovereign superhero of the oceans. In addition, you may finally have an opportunity to have a little fun, to live an adventure far from your dreary daily life.

- Will it be dangerous? - Not if you're careful. - Once there, can I leave quietly? - If you express the desire, yes, obviously. - How can I be sure I won't be hurt?

A feeling of warmth answers your question and you feel yourself fall back as if someone was taking you in their arms, although the embrace extends all over your body. The voice becomes smoother to put your suspicion to sleep, insinuating itself into the depths of your being like tentacles to guide your thoughts.

My dear, my survival depends entirely on you, I will not let anyone hurt you. You can trust me ... Well, I have an idea, we will make a deal: if you agree to take me to my house, I promise you that you will not suffer any damage. I'll let you go as soon as you ask. It suits you ?

Useless question since you are unable to think properly and understand what trap is about to close on you. You have such a thirst for adventure, to feel that you can be more than a transparent girl dedicated to a miserable and gray existence ... you accept immediately.

- Concluded. Now can you tell me what your name is? - Ursula, my little one. - Ursula ... everything is explained. My name is Y/N.

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So, you made a deal with a witch that you thought was completely fictitious. A witch who is housed inside you for a reason that is still slightly obscure. You’re going to have to venture out into the ocean to find a cave probably in a dark and potentially dangerous place.

“An ordinary Saturday…"

Since yesterday, you have not stopped thinking about what is happening to you and Ursula is kind enough to stand back to let you think at ease and digest the information. Anyway, now that you have made a deal, you can hardly see yourself backing down but there is one little question that is running through your head and on which you cannot decide: do you have to inform Aquaman?

Even the witch, deep down, is not entirely sure what would be best. As sovereign of the Atlanteans, the hero could well warn the descendants of Ariel and make everything fall into the water - no pun intended. But the young man was raised by humans, he is above all a rebellious spirit and who might be able to prefer to help his friend rather than protect his people ... Humans act with their heart and not their reason, there may be his chance.

"Why were you banned? "

Lying on your bed, you ask your question without bothering to spare the witch or to be polite, you share the same body and what you know of her does not play in her favor. Failing to feel her as a threat, you are very curious to hear her history and especially her origins of which you know nothing. Ursula takes the time to think before answering you and you close your eyes imagining her next to you.

A long time ago, I lived among the mermaids in the kingdom of Atlantica. I was a smart merman and eager to learn as much as possible in all areas. Yes, you understood me correctly, I was born as a male. But it sounded wrong, I found myself feeling foreign to my own body, not recognizing my reflection in the mirrors. As I read, I started looking for a way to transform myself, to become something else that would suit me better. To achieve this, I used magic and King Triton had a bad eye for breaking rules on witchcraft. Fearing that I would pervert his people, he sent me far into the abyss. I had become a mermaid like I secretly dreamed of, but I had lost my place. Obviously, that made me embittered, I don't hide that I sought revenge on Triton, but I also used my powers to help those who, like me, aspired to something else.

A beautiful story well put together, a heart of truth wrapped in a good layer of sweet lies, ready to be swallowed. Indeed, the one who was to become Ursula had been banished for having learned magic but it would be forgotten to say that Triton had used the power of the trident to offer her a new body. It happened long before the mermaid became a witch, long before she decided to make pacts with the people of the sea, promising them a thousand wonders and then turning them into pathetic and slimy creatures. But it was so long ago that no one could contradict her side of the story. You nod your head, feeling a deep sympathy for the witch after hearing her story, even if that doesn't make it possible to excuse what she did next.

"I didn't think you had gone through so much ..."

Pensive, you straighten up and put on simple clothes without paying attention to the pallor of your face, before putting on a touch of red lipstick.

"I'm going to ask my friend Arthur for help. He can guide us to your lair to avoid the dangers. And then, he will be notified of your return and can monitor you. "

That is fine with me, my child. But better that it remains a secret, the Atlanteans might want to kill us.

You nod, having already thought of this bleak prospect. You know little about the people ruled by Arthur but they are not known for their gentleness and open-mindedness. However, you trust your friend to protect your life and support you, you have always supported each other. More confident, you leave your house to go on the pontoon to find the young man; even if he spends a large part of his life under the water, you know that he will receive your SMS. Don't ask me how, I have no idea.

The hero is already waiting for you, two cans of beer placed near him on the wooden floor (it is possible that others are already enthroned in a nearby trash can, but hush). Seeing you arrive, he smiles happily and gives you a sign, making light on his many tattoos. How can a man so carefree at first be the king of an entire people? Already more comfortable, you sit by his side and let him take you in his arms for your usual hug.

- Sorry for yesterday, a meeting with the council dragged on, I couldn't take it anymore ... - No big deal, I didn't sit around doing nothing.

Quickly, you explain the events of the previous day to him, trying to catch your breath as little as possible so that he avoids interrupting you with curses. He's going to take you for a madwoman, that's for sure, but you put forward the terms of the contract, the fact that Ursula can not try anything against you without her body and that he will be there to protect you. When you finally let him react, Arthur remains silent for a few moments, which is rather surprising when you know him.

- You seem to have thought a lot about the question. - …Yes.

The young man is far from stupid and he knows that your hands were already tied long before you made this pact with the witch. By the time you became a single entity, you had no choice but to dive into adventure. Arthur also knows that he cannot count on his relatives and counselors to help him, that would be putting you in too great a danger. Then he sketches a smile and nods, causing his hair to wiggle.

"You can count on me, Y/N, no way you're having fun without me. "

He gives you a pat on the back with a laugh and then drinks his beer before talking about everything and nothing to lighten the mood. Among Aquaman’s many powers, there’s one that people often forget: his ability to make things lighter. Before being a hero and a king, he's a warm man who stands by you remembering your childhood stories. When you decided to leave, the apprehension that gripped your heart was completely gone.

- Come to think of it: how are you going to breathe underwater? Ursula's lair is very far and very deep. - It won't be a problem.

You give him a mysterious look and dive head first into the cool water, dashing to the bottom without taking the time to be afraid. It's a risky bet but you open your mouth to suck in air, looking your friend straight in the eye and praying not to flop. But no, you feel your lungs react normally and you breathe with a big ecstatic smile. To say that when you were little, you wanted to be a mermaid... Before the shocked look of your friend, you shrug your shoulders as if it were all natural.

- I told you it wouldn't be a problem. - When you're done showing off, give me your hand, Arthur answers with a laugh.

You slip your hand into his and let him train, knowing he is a much better swimmer than you because of his Atlantean genes. Now that he's there, it's more like an adventure with friends than a perilous expedition.

***

Located in another kingdom far from Atlantis, the lair of Ursula reveals itself to several days of swimming and if Arthur knows many ways to make your trip shorter, you must go through secret routes so as not to make you spotted, him as a king and you as a human and intruder. Despite all your good will, you tire quickly and your friend is forced to hug you to maintain a constant pace. Besides, it is not certain that the white strands which streak more and more on your hair are only due to exhaustion or to the aquatic world. Fortunately, you are getting closer and closer to your goal and if this adventure is not as fun as you would have liked, you are happy to live it with your childhood friend, the one with whom you played so much many times as pirates or adventurers.

- Do you catch your breath ? - Under water ? I'm doing my best.

Mechanically, you scratch your thigh through the pants, pressing your head against the sovereign's shoulder. When all this is over, you promise to invite him to swallow a good dozen pints in your favorite pub, in compensation.

- I understand better why you have abs in concrete, by dint of swimming… - And I have other secrets in stock. Y/N?

You don't answer him, sleeping without even realizing it. Arthur rolls his eyes and keeps you against him as he descends to a sandbar to let yourself rest a little. This is not how he would have liked to make you discover his world, not by bringing you to the lair of a millennial witch and whom everyone believed dead. Sometimes it feels like she takes over you for a fraction of a second, in the way you twist your lips with disgust, when your voice suddenly becomes rougher and brittle. It’s time for you to be rid of this parasite, it is obvious that you arrive at the end of your endurance.

After a few hours of rest, you set off again and finally reach your goal, hidden in the most murky waters, behind curtains of hot steam. When you see the skeleton of a sea monster taking the place of entry, you accelerate with an impatient smile, sliding down the pinkish throat without getting lost. On your heels, Aquaman has a more critical look at the murky decor, just like a certain crab having one day followed a little mermaid. He watches you spinning, chasing the shells that have settled everywhere over time, a broad smile drawn on your scarlet lips as you admire the dressing table, the closets abandoned.

- We have arrived, it is time to separate the two of you. - Yes, of course, dear king. I'm taking care of it.

You let Ursula guide your hands to grab this or that bottle, she knows what she is doing and you feel an intense jubilation teeming in your limbs as you throw everything in a carved stone vat. For so long that Ursula has been waiting to find a body and her powers, she gets rid of your pants while continuing her preparations, exposing your legs, which have turned black with mauve reflections that bring out your drawn features. When the parasite leaves your envelope, will you find a more human appearance?

"Finally ... it's high time to bring me back for good"

An intense purple glow escapes from the cauldron, casting shadows on your face bringing out the gleam of dementia in your pupils. Her mouth articulates words you do not understand, sometimes in Latin, sometimes in an old and forgotten language. Faced with this flow of magic, you feel yourself drawn inside yourself as a current would push you away from the shore, as if hundreds of hands were pulling you back. So you understand that the witch never intended to set you free. The same dismayed shock appears on Arthur's face and he pushes your body away as a column of pure magic slides from the tank into your throat, too late alas to prevent the spell.

"You said you would only need her until you find a body!" "

Mad with rage, Arthur presses you against one of the walls of the cave, so fast that you barely have time to understand what's going on. However, far from being intimidated, a loud and disagreeable laugh escapes from your mouth, twisted with joy as you look down on the king with contempt.

- I never said that this body would not be hers. - You made a commitment to let her go! - If she expressed the desire ... but do you hear her ?

"Y/N ... I know you can hear me and you still have strength, don't let that old bitch get you so easily. "

He reaches for you, his golden eyes looking at you seriously and with all the determined hope he can do. He trusts you, it is out of the question for him to let you get lost.

- I'm not done laughing with you, drinking and singing out of tune so come back. This is your body, you are not Ursula, you are my friend, my best friend and I love you. - Arthur…

Your voice is shaking slightly and your eyes are filling with tears even if they are not very useful underwater. Your hand takes the young man’s and you feel him squeeze your fingers forcefully to tell you that everything will be fine. Then a mocking laugh escapes your lips as the witch stops her comedy and you disappear forever in the darkness of your own envelope, consumed by the magic of Ursula. The latter smiles at the hero, triumphant.

"It was a very beautiful moment. Too bad… "

She emerges from Aquaman's embrace, her tentacles lifting her above the ground as she contemplates the defeated king before her with undisguised pleasure.

"So, my dear sovereign ... are you going to kill me? Or are you unable to harm this body? "

The young man's solar face darkens and the sagging of his shoulders alone answers the cruel witch's question: he will not be able to save or avenge you.

#fic #little mermaid #aquaman #reader #crossover #Ursula #mermay #possession #manipulation #magic

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arctic-rising · 6 years ago

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A Dark Descent, Chapter 2: A Day Out, Part 3

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Between the earthen and shadowed flights, a fjord cuts through, clean and clear. It is flanked by ancient stone and tangled undergrowth; pine trees with thickets of brambles at their bases that glow when the moons reach their zenith and towering cliff faces. Despite this, the water is a sparkling blue- a perfect mirror of the mid-day sky for those who view it. Neither muddied silt nor blue algae lays claim to the border, leaving it as beautiful as the jewels hidden underneath the earth’s crust. Wisteria looks over the scene with a keen eye. It’s not often that she’s able to take the more scenic routes when traveling, so a part of her mourns that she’s far too curious about Kordanas to really enjoy it.

“Kord, I’m sure you’re telling the truth, but I really don’t think regenerating into an entirely different dragon is just a weird thing you can do.”

“I am sorry, but I don’t know how else to put it.”

Wisteria glances over at her companions. Athena has been keeping pace with Kordanas, occasionally righting herself to keep from crashing into him. The imperial -no, guardian, in question seems to be doing alright so far. He’s not lagging behind, so Wisteria is going to take that as a good sign.

She’s not sure why they thought it would be a good idea to fly all the way home, but she’s not going to fight it. It’s a nice view, at least.

“Does anyone else know you can do this?”

“I don’t know. I don’t think so. Why do you ask?”

“I dunno, maybe some weirdo out there made you like this so you could serve them forever.”

“Athena, I really don’t think-”

“It’s a possibility! There’s some weird dragons out there! We’ve met weird dragons before!”

There’s a beat of silence before Kordanas speaks up again.

“Maybe you should stop having stare-downs with Scribbles whenever we visit Tomo.”

“He’s planning something, I know it.”

“He writes things down. How is that suspicious?”

“He writes weird things down. Why does he use invisible ink sometimes? Why is quartz cursed? He knows something we don’t, I can feel it!”

“We could say the same for any of the dragons at the trading post.”

“Uh, not really, no. It’s natural for dragons to have hoarding problems, and Pink’s just trying to keep Crim in check. Swipp has tons of connections- he’s probably in touch with some super fancy seamstress and a familiar breeder.”

“Baldwin literally changed himself from a pearlcatcher to a bogsneak. On accident, Athena. How do you breed change on accident?”

“Well you-”

Wisteria allowed the next gust of wind to push her backward so she could glide next to Kordanas. “Sorry to interrupt. I think we are getting off track.”

Athena blinked and nodded. “Okay, right. So, this regenerating thing. Have you always been able to do it, or is this new?”

“I have always been able to change when times are most dire. It, ah, it is an ability that was common in my birth clan.” Kordanas’ rumbling voice grew soft as he spoke. The wind almost drowned him out, snatching away his words. Wisteria drifted closer, her claws brushing an errant vine that curled around Kordanas’ wing. “My memory of my first home is fuzzy, but I remember our priestess telling us that our ability was a gift from the Gladekeeper. We thanked her for it every sunset by offering something in return at the old willow in the center of a forest.”

“Our ability? So there were others who had the same power?” Athena asked.

Kordanas nodded. “Yes, although I do not remember it being talked about outside of the offering ritual. My clan mates were very.... what’s the term? Hush-hush about it.”

“What things did you offer to the Gladekeeper?” Wisteria had to push to keep pace with Kordanas. Despite having morphed into an entirely new dragon, he seemed to be doing just fine cruising over the rushing river.

“Homemade items, mostly. Figurines made from sticks and grass, flower wreaths, and carved logs were common. Occasionally someone would bring a precious stone or a clawful of coins, but...” Kordanas frowned, and narrowed his eyes in thought. Athena and Wisteria stayed quiet.

“I think there was an element of shame for not being able to offer something made from nature. No one would say anything during the ritual, but there was silent scorn from the priestess.”

“I wonder why..” Athena mused. “Did your clanmates regenerate a lot?”

“No, not that I can remember. There was one incident where a group went to investigate something along the border, and only one came back. But they were different; changed from a wildclaw into a pearlcatcher.”

“Did they act differently?” Wisteria asked.

“I do not think so. I did not interact with them much in the first place.”

“Do you know if other clans had this power?” Athena asked

Kordanas shook his head, “No. We did not get many visitors. Not any that I can remember, at least.”

Athena frowned and Wisteria sighed.

“That is a very odd power to have,” The little nocturne said. She let her gaze wander to the rushing waters below them, watching their faint shadows ripple over the waves.

“Yeah, Wisteria’s right,” Athena said, “I wanna know what your clan did to get that.”

“I am sorry that I cannot tell you more,” Kordanas said.

“It’s fine big guy. It’s just weird, ya know?” The tundra said, and gently bumped the edge of her wing with Kordana’s. The guardian smiled and nudged her back. “Every flight has their secrets. I wanna know more about this, but I’m too tired to head back into Nature.”

“You have a good point, Athena. I too would like to return home as soon as possible,” Kordanas said. Wisteria nodded in agreement.

The conversation died into companionable silence. Wisteria spent the majority of the time watching the glittering water as the sun rose and fell as the day dragged on. Eventually the trio came to rest along the steep shores of Dragonhome, setting up a small camp on a dusty ledge that jutted over the fjord. Athena and Kordanas focused on preparing the tent that they would sleep in for the night while Wisteria hunted for fresh food on the edge of the Tangled Wood. When the nocturne fluttered back, three walleyes, two ravens and a claw-full of tarantulas and snapdragons, the others had managed to get a fire going. Kordanas had curled around the flame while Athena was rummaging through her packs, triumphantly pulling out a package of dried stalks.

“Athena. I already got food. We can save that for later,” Wisteria said as she ran her paw over a nearby stone and placed her findings on it.

The tundra blinked, placed her ration back into her bag and went about helping Wisteria prepare a meal for the three of them out of her haul. Kordanas spent the majority of the evening sleeping, only waking to eat dinner and take first watch. The night went without a hitch, and Athena helped divide the left overs for breakfast.

The rest of the travel went smoothly, the trio bouncing between Shadow and Earth for camp, and quickly heading off each morning. They were all eager for a break from flight as the mottled brown and red ground of the Scarred Wasteland came into view. The river became smaller as the edges of Earth and Shadow grew closer together, and finally the land of Plague forced the rapids to split into two, one branch leading out to the great unknown while the other fed into the Tidelord’s domain. Pale spires of wood and massive bone stretched towards the sky in the distance, and the sickly hued clouds drifting above became thicker as the group drew closer. The air grew sour with something foul, and Wisteria wrinkled her nose. She could easily imagine the grimace on Athena and Kordanas as they swooped closer to the ground. Green splotches glowed underneath mottled red land that curled like scar tissue, and if Wisteria looked hard enough, she was sure that she could make out the faint whites of bones peeking out of the twisted earth.

“Hey! My wings are sore as hell, think we should take a pit stop?” Athena called out.

“Soon as we find a hospitable town. I would rather continue on than get shot out of the sky or travel on foot with no directions,” Kordanas said.

“I agree,” Wisteria said. Athena nodded and the three pushed on.

It wasn’t until dusk that they found a place that was willing to take them in. A small clan of snappers and a ridgeback that lived in burrowed tunnels granted them refuge in exchange for a portion of the tadpoles they had collected. In the morning they were able to get directions to the nearest town, and off they went.

Time passed, and by midday the three managed to reach the front gates of Matiken; a spiraling town that lay over a hill, and was protected by a wall made of stone and curling rot, where sharpened bones jutted outwards to the unending expanse of the wandering contagion. Peaks of low buildings were just visible, while second and third story homes towered above the walls. Simple stone and wood buildings seemed to be common from what Wisteria could make out. The rough natural landscape transitioned to rugged cobble and worn paths as Athena, Wisteria, and Kordanas entered the plague town. Occasionally another dragon would pass them, but it seemed that most folks were tucked away in their dens for the time being.

The trio eventually reached what Wisteria could guess was the plaza of the clan. The stone path opened up in a diamond-shaped clearing, each side home to a different and equally important looking building. The tall structures loomed over the gnarled ground, casting shadows that merchants had set up shop in as they worked through the summer heat.

“Sooo. Who wants to haggle and who wants to look for a place to spend the night?” Athena asked. Her armor and fur had attained a layer of red dirt without her realizing, and it wafted away whenever her tail swiped across the path.

“I can look for a room. You two are better at talking than me.” Wisteria said. Kordanas blinked and Athena pulled a face at her. The nocturne wasn’t sure what that was all about, but she wasn’t intent on finding out. “Besides. You two have the stuff.”

“Yeah, alright. Don’t spend all our gold in one place,” Athena said. She began to walk into the plaza with Kordanas in tow. The guardian spared one last glance at Wisteria over his shoulder before turning back to the tundra.

It was easy enough for the little nocturne to find an affordable inn. She was excited to tell the others that she didn’t even have to trade one of their remaining tadpoles as she carefully went about settling in for the night.

#lore archives #book 1 - chapter 2: a day out - part 3 #flight rising #fr #this little bit took me Far too long and i blame college

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taiblogcomics · 2 years ago

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Trouble Comes Calling

Hey there, coconut dog. You need anything? Maybe some goosebumps? Hey, I can give you some goosebumps~

Here's the cover:

Cover's pretty all right. Spooky computer lab, oooh. Slappy is definitely a virus, though, can't fault that casting. Instead, here's a good place for you to put a name and face to our protagonists. That's Flips on the left there. Mitra's the one doin' a peek in the middle, and Kyra is on the right. Got all that? Once again, this is super helpful, because the cover matches the interior art one-to-one, and I honestly wish more series did that. Like, you can lie on the cover all you like, but lying abut the artstyle is a sin too far. Anyways, I always knew there were a lot of Creeps on the internet, but this is ridiculous, am I right~?

So, last time, Mitra got a spooky new phone crammed full of apps and a potential haunted camera. You'd think the setting update would be enough, but there's Creeps doing stuff in the background, and Slappy being a Dream Walker up front, and it's a bit much. Anyway, Flips has just woken up at a sleepover with a threatening note and a new haircut. She accuses Mitra, who was already awake, but Mitra points out that the note isn't in her handwriting. Unless she cut her hair with the note, I'm not sure what this proves.

Ultimately, they conclude Kyra left her bird's cage open overnight, and the hungry bird did a big mangle on Flips. Sure, kids, whatever helps you sleep at night. You know, at the sleepovers. The next day, the girls go looking for local businesses to develop their app around. Okay, I knew the app development was going to be real, but I kind of thought the businesses would be theoretical. You know, I didn't think they'd have to actually get the businesses to adopt it. Anyways, long story short, they find a link between buying the coffee grounds from the coffee shop to sell as fertiliser to the garden shop.

While they rest in a park to plan their project out, they spot Mehrdad teaching a skateboarder class to some younger kids. Mitra snaps a pic and adds a swirly filter to it. Almost immediately, Mehrdad gets dizzy and takes a fall showing off a handstand. And just as immediately, we cut over to the hospital where Mitra's waiting in the lobby. She gets an alert that her Creeps Cookie Clicker app is coming to her town, and it asks her to input her address. Oh, here's where the horror is. Modern internet safety ignorance, and probably also stolen data!

So while she exposes herself to identity theft, she notes that the skeleton in the hospital lobby looks remarkably like one of the stickers in her phone app, pink mohawk and all. That's when a weird, sickly-looking kid sits next to her, introducing himself as Keith. He then asks if she has a basement, because he likes those. She asks if he's waiting for a doctor, because a lot of gross ooze or vomit is dribbling from his mouth. And he replies no, he's waiting for her. She's going to be the one to take care of him. So that's not the creepiest thing ever or anything~

Mitra's finally noticed something weird might perhaps be happening, so she posts on some forum about the weird events she's seen, including her cat turning pink. And yet, she's still using the phone and taking photos. So she's noticed something, but she's a bit slow on the uptake. While her friends are working on the project, she snaps another photo and adds a strange misty filter. She then starts mooning over a pic she uploaded of the girl she's yearning for, the terribly named Weather, and finds her work schedule dissolving and being replaced with Weather's picture.

And very suddenly, Weather appears in the lab and Kyra insists she go walking with her, since she needs some quiet to code. And while walking, Mitra still doesn't notice that Weather is repeating the same things Mitra whispered while her schedule dissolved. She just keeps Nat-1ing these perception checks. And while that's happening, she starts hearing the inner thoughts of her friends. They're both fretting they have to tell Mitra something about Weather, but then deny saying anything out loud when confronted. Mitra starts gettng paranoid.

So Mitra's now convinced she's losing it more than something spooky going on, even as she sees a small dummy silhouette in her doorway at night or a familiar list of cities on the news reporting a rash of unidentified infections. Or an infection of unidentified rashes! Kyra shows up to walk her to school, and Mitra starts hearing Kyra's inner thoughts again. Unlike her friend, Kyra is less of an idiot and has pinpointed the phone as a source of trouble. They start getting into a shouting match over it, and the shouting turns to shoving, and the shoving turns them both over a nearby cliff. Why do they pass a cliff on the way to school~?

As this continues, you can see the same problem I pointed out in the first issue: the overlapping plots really run this into the ground. This one does focus a bit more on the spooky phone and its cursed photo filters, but you’ve still got Slappy running around in the background, the ongoing Creeps plot burbling behind the scenes, and now this issue adds Keith from I Live In Your Basement!. That book wasn’t even good! Why are we referencing it~?

But worse, this issue also adds a second problem: Mitra is kind of rock stupid. She’s completely oblivious to anything going on around her, continuing to use her phone despite its obvious source of her woes. Doesn’t help that the phone is whispering sweet nothings in her ear that her friends want to take it from her, but still. We’re two-thirds into the story, and by now most Goosebumps protags have clued the fuck in. And not only is she oblivious to the supernatural, she’s dumb enough to input her address into a cookie clicker game she knows nothing about. Dear, it’s called location tracking, it probably already knows where you are anyway~

#comics #reviews #Goosebumps #Goosebumps: Download and Die!#Taiblog

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