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guqin-and-flute · 4 years ago

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Are You Here to Stop Me? (Part 3)

[Part one] [Part two] [First post in Peony to Lotus Verse]

[Ao3 Series]

(CW for Wen Qing being in a pretty dissociative state for much of this)

Wen Qing hadn’t felt anything when she had awoken on the back of a frothing horse in the middle of a torrential rainstorm, hurtling through the gloom of trees and fog with only the arm of Fourth Uncle around her waist keeping her grounded.

She had felt nothing when she remembered the flash of faces in the dark, pale and paler, blood and screaming and swords and lightning. When she remembered what her life had become. She had stayed numb when Jiang Wanyin had descended with his sister on flashing swords some time later, throwing themselves upon Wei Wuxian with relieved weeping and low conversations. Unfeeling, still, when they had asked her to meet with them.

Jiang Yanli had done most of the talking, explaining their plan. Their hopeful idea. “My husband thinks it will work,” Jiang Yanli assured her, hands anxiously squeezing and petting down Wei Wuxian’s rain-soaked sleeve where it was looped through her arm as firmly as any anchor, keeping him pressed to her side. Her brother. Safe again.

Wei Wuxian was staring between them all, eyes wide and shadowed in his weary face. “Jin-xiong thinks…could that happen?” His voice grew small as his gaze shifted to Jiang Wanyin, who had been sitting silently, staring at the weak fire they had managed to build after using talismans to dry the dripping wood they had gathered. “You would…do that? For me?“

At this, Jiang Wanyin scowled at him, his cheekbones flushing. "As if it’s for you! I’m trying to avoid a catastrophic war with the Jin after this stunt you pulled! Wei Wuxian, do you ever think before you do things?! Do you consider us at all before you decide to go play hero?!”

“A-Cheng,” Jiang Yanli chided with a worried frown, eyes darting to Wen Qing where she sat, dully staring at them, exhaustion numbed mind attempting to absorb any of this. It felt like time had stopped when she had found A-Ning lying in that place, surrounded by bodies, his own so horribly mutilated.

Like she had died then.

And all this was some sort of fevered play being acted out in front of her with no logic or hope. An absurd opera.

Wei Wuxian gave an exaggerated grimace and shook his head, rolling his eyes, though there was a grimness behind his play acting. “I was going to handle it on my own and not bother you…but Jin-xiong convinced me otherwise.”

“Thank goodness he did,” Jiang Yanli cut in with a murmur when Jiang Wanyin bristled, squeezing Wei Wuxian’s bicep so tightly, her fingertips were white from where they emerged from under her oiled rain-cloak. Then she reached out to Jiang Wanyin’s face, smoothing a palm down his cheek. “Please, A-Cheng, now isn’t the time for this.” She raised her pinched eyebrows and tilted her head toward Wen Qing, urging him.

Immediately, he flushed again in the firelight and furtively glanced over at her before fastening his gaze somewhere around her knees. “I…Wen-guniang. I-I know that it’s not ideal…is this–?”

“I’ll do it.” Strangely, the words felt like nothing coming out.

He blinked, eyes widening and mouth working as he searched for something to say. “I….”

“I expected you to look a little happier, Jiang Cheng,” Wei Wuxian teased wearily, earning himself a glare and the raised hand threatening a smack.

“Do you ever shut up?”

“Boys,” Jiang Yanli practically hissed and, instantly, they both looked properly abashed, turning back to Wen Qing where she sat, hollow and alone.

Jiang Wanyin ventured, “Are…are you certain? I know before….” His mouth twisted. “Before, you said you would not run from your clan…your name….”

Before. Before when they had been in the middle of war instead of the middle of an extermination. Before when she saw roads before them instead of desolate wasteland. Before, when A-Ning had only just left her side, and she had yet to wander for miles and months, desperately trying to find another living soul that shared her blood. Before all of this.

The comb tucked into her inner pocket seemed heavy with awareness, but any affection it may have held was deadened by whatever thick blanket of emotion was suffocating her now. It was only the next step. The only next step. The play must continue, even if she felt locked, woven imobile into a single moment in a bloody tapestry.

Her voice, when she spoke, was cracked and low from screaming. Sobbing. “For all the good it’s done me….All I want….” Her eyes wandered over them, this family clustered together across the sputtering fire, arms twined, watching her with hopeful and uncertain eyes. “All I want is a place where they can be safe. Where my brother can….” Her throat stuck and new, hot tears slid down her cold, aching face, already wet with rain. Odd, for she didn’t feel grief.

She still didn’t feel much of anything at all.

Wei Wuxian’s white face grew serious and he leaned over, gripping her knee tightly. “I can make him well again. I can bring him back,” he whispered fiercely. “I know I can. I swear it.”

“Then, I will do anything.” She let her red-rimmed gaze move up and bore into Jiang Wanyin’s. “Anything.”

His face blanched, white and sick, and he swallowed, looking down. Jiang Yanli disentangled herself from her brothers and moved around the fire to kneel, throwing her arms around her and pressing her into her chest, heedless of the dirt that was being ground into her fine lavender robes. “We can work this out together, Wen-guniang. You kept us safe in the worst time of our lives. We will return that favor as best we can.”

The tears hadn’t stopped flowing and feeling hadn’t come back and so Wen Qing limply let herself be rocked as her tears spilled onto the front of Jiang Yanli’s already damp clothes, listening to the wingbeat quickness of her heart.

The rest of the journey was a blur of hard riding, dreary weather, and fitful, exhausted sleep on rocky terrain, avoiding villages and populated paths. The horses began to struggle. A-Yuan would cry quietly and Grandma Wen could barely stay on her mount after so many hours and every moment, they all expected golden forms to shoot out of the sky and slaughter them all.

But they didn’t. The only close call was when Wei Wuxian pulled his horse up short at some signal from Jiang Wanyin on his sword up ahead and they had all hidden as best they could in a small copse of trees. No one else has seen anything but by that point, they were all so stiff from exhaustion and constant terror that keeping quiet was no problem at all, their mouths too full of their pounding hearts.

Eventually, they had continued.

Wen Ning stayed… dormant. Unconscious. Gone from her. They tied him up at night and Wei Wuxian would stay up working over him with tattered talismans and his flute and blood. Wen Qing should be beside him, helping and thinking, but the biting burn of the energy pouring off her baby brother, the pallor of his skin, the stillness of his form…it was the only thing in the entire world that hurt. And Wei Wuxian shooed them all away whenever they would draw near. So, like a coward, she let him. For now. Just for now.

She was so tired.

Jiang Yanli’s already wavering health failed her right before they reached the border of Yunmeng and a bit of that numb blankness within Wen Qing cracked. This was something she knew.

It was a fever and a cough that was becoming wetter by the day, paired with the weakness in her heart and constitution Wen Qing had become familiar with in their time together in Cloud Recesses and Yiling. She was without most of her herbs and equipment, but she foraged plants to alleviate the fever and aches, helped to dry her clothes over the fire so she wouldn’t catch more of a chill, and massaged her acupressure points. Jiang Yanli tried to smile and breathlessly thanked her. It wasn’t going to be enough. But it was something. Jiang Yanli insisted on continuing to ride her sword so as to not slow them all down, but everyone could see her flagging more and more as the hours went on and the miles bled away.

Jiang Yanli’s brothers fretted over her and fought more, now that she hadn’t the energy to intervene. It usually was sibling friction, but sometimes, it spilled over into actual anger, full of gritted teeth and barely veiled accusations. Once, Wen Qing found herself snapping, “Stop it,” when Jiang Wanyin yet again made some biting comment about Wei Wuxian only thinking of himself.

They both looked over their shoulders at her, faces frozen in identical expressions of children caught in the act of doing something they oughtn’t. “Sorry,” Wei Wuxian muttered, Jiang Wanyin following quickly with, “Sorry, Wen-guniang.”

A small ember of something caught in her throat, wanting to tear out, to tell Jiang Wanyin exactly how quickly Wei Wuxian had listened to her story, face darkening before stalking off to directly confront the Jin. How she had trusted him in her desperation and he had done just about the most unselfish thing she could have imagined.

But she held it back and it died in her mouth, puffing out in a whisp of exhaustion. She just didn’t have the energy to be angry. And Jiang Wanyin was also helping them. He could have refused, could have abandoned Wei Wuxian to his fate and them to theirs. Could have refused to consider marrying her. It was still a risk he was taking. And it wouldn’t at all be what a Clan Leader wanted in a coupling.

When they reached the border of Yungmeng in the middle of the 3rd day, a palpable relief sagged over the group. The journey wasn’t over, yet, and there was still the threat of covert attack–but they had made it this far. A retinue of roughly a dozen Jiang disciples waited with food–rich soup and steamed buns and glistening meat and fluffy rice and scalding tea that was the best thing that Wen Qing had ever tasted in her entire life. She wolfed it down with little consideration for manners. She carefully watched A-Yuan between bites so that he didn’t choke in his haste and kept the little handkerchief that served as his plate full.

After the rest of the group had finished devouring the meal, Wei Wuxian turned to her. “We need to take you and Wen Ning back first, on swords.”

Her fingers sank into the cloth that had bundled the food that now lay clutched in her stomach like a stone. “I….” She looked to her family, cold and dirty, damp and exhausted and scared. They looked back at her. “I can’t leave them.”

A feeble Jiang Yanli stirred from where she was curled up against Jiang Wanyin’s side under his cloak, her own pulled up around her against the chill. “Wen-guniang, our people will guide them the rest of the way safely. You have our word,” she rasped weakly, then coughed. It rattled in her chest.

Automatically, Wen Qing rose to crouch before her, placing the back of her hand to her forehead. The fever had returned and her skin was dry to the touch, her under eye’s dark and sunken. The damp in her lungs was worsening. Looking up, she found both Wei Wuxian and Jiang Wanyin staring at her desperately, faces pinched in concern. “We need to get shijie home. We need to get Wen Ning home. Where it’s safe and we can help them,” Wei Wuxian pleaded in a low voice, for once not trying to make light of any of it. “It will be alright. I trust them.”

“Please,” Jiang Wanyin added, even quieter.

For a moment, she just looked into his face–it’s sharp planes and gracefully winging features, eyes dark and worried. She would need to learn to trust that face if this was going to work at all. Not even just as a marriage, but as an escape plan. She had to trust that these people could at least try to mean safety in a world so empty of it. And still….

“Here,” Jiang Wanyin said and gently tilted his sister into the arms of Wei Wuxian–who immediately bundled her into his own travel cloak, pressing his cheek to the top of her head. He stood and thrust his chin out, squaring his shoulders as he sharply surveyed the disciples who all suddenly came to attention. “These people are under our protection. They are as important as your own blood, now. I don’t care how you might personally feel about the Wen Clan–I have as much right as any one of you to want them gone, but Wen-gu–” He fumbled his tongue a bit, flushed and went on, “Wen Qing is my…wife. And if any of her people come to harm, I’ll break your legs. Do you understand?”

As one, the disciples bowed and answered, “Yes, Jiang-zongzhu.”

Staring at him, Wen Qing wracked her weary mind for a way to explain why threats of violence against his own people and acknowledging that he might harbor not-so-secret resentments against the Wens were not as reassuring as he seemed to think they should be but came up empty. Instead, Fourth Uncle’s hand on her arm had her blinking up at him and he smiled, if a little weakly. “It’s alright. We’ve made it this far. Take A-Yuan with you and we’ll see you in a day or two.”

When Grandma Wen nodded and tucked a sleepy A-Yuan into her arms, she simply shut her mouth and turned back to the Jiangs. “They took my sword when I was imprisoned. I don’t have anything to fly with.”

Jiang Wanyin’s grip tightened on his sword but ducked his head. “I can take you on Sandu. I-If you’d like.”

Wen Qing hesitated, but found that it was a more palatable option than riding with some anonymous Jiang disciple who may or may not hate her. She inclined her head in a half-bow of acquiescence and thanks and the boys hurriedly set about arranging their departure. “Are we going home?” A-Yuan mumbled through a yawn, scrubbing at his eyes with a grimy fist.

Wen Qing gently captured his hand and rubbed it with her sleeve–though she had to face the fact that her clothes were not much cleaner. “I hope so, little one.”

They managed to find a slightly awkward tangle of arms where held A-Yuan close with both arms, clenching her fingers into Jiang Wanyin’s sleeve around her middle. A-Yuan’s grip coiled chokingly around her neck as the ground receded below them and they swooped up into the sky, the wind biting and howling at the speed they moved. Wei Wuxian and Jiang Yanli rode with their own Jiang disciples each and 2 more bore A-Ning’s limp, talisman festooned form between them with grim determination. Her stomach dropped into the forest below at the thought of him being kept safe by merely 2 sets of hands so high above the earth, entrusted to the grudging care of strangers–but it wasn’t as if she could protest now. Or even do anything but watch. She held A-Yuan back just as tightly as he was squeezing her and stared straight ahead.

The journey seemed to take ages, though perhaps it was because it was so bitingly cold up so high, with the wind constantly tearing at the edges of their robes and hair; her face and hands were completely numb after a few minutes and she kept A-Yuan’s face shielded in her shoulder, his little hands tucked between them. At some point, Jiang Wanyin’s arms tightened around her waist and the sword wobbled enough that she took in a breath sharply and leaned back into him as A-Yuan squeaked. Looking back at him, she saw that his mouth was pressed thin in his pale face and his jaw was working. Automatically, her hand went to his wrist, fingers pressing his pulse, her own energy searching along his–and found it low and strained.

Despite the strength of his new core, after days of constant flying and poor rest, he was now carrying 2 people on his sword, as well as himself. Wen Qing pursed her lips against the illogical annoyance that bubbled up within her at his neglecting to tell her so and fastened her grip around his wrist, siphoning a steady flow of her own spiritual energy into him. He took in a breath, started to shy his wrist away, but she tightened her fingers and frowned up at him over her shoulder. She would say something, but the wind was high enough that they couldn’t hear anything over it. Instead, he shot her an uncertain look, mouth tightening before he turned his gaze to the horizon and let her be. The sword steadied beneath them.

By the time they started descending into the moderately warmer air above the edges of a vast lake, bordered by thick forests, Wen Qing felt about ready to fall off the sword herself, the weight of everything dragging at her bones. The meal they had just had was the first proper one in…she didn’t know how long. She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt full, and as a doctor, she knew exactly how stressed and malnourished her body was. But rest could come later. First, there needed to be safety.

The sun broke from behind the clouds as they coasted out over the lake, throwing dazzling sparkles into their faces from its windswept surface, making A-Yuan first twist to see and then hide his face against the brightness of it. Before them, the whole of Lotus Pier bloomed like its namesake into a sprawling complex of warm wood and graceful sweeping edges as they flew ever down, landing at last in the front courtyard that bore the etching of a magnificent lotus on its floor where a group of purple and blue robed people anxiously waited.

One came forward as they shakily dismounted, and Wen Qing found herself blinking up at–and then recoiling in alarm from–the startlingly familiar face of Wen Ruohan’s pet informant.

Meng Yao.

It brought her back against Jiang Wanyin’s chest and he staggered a little but wrapped his hands around her upper arms, frowning down at her in confusion before he raised his chin in acknowledgment of the man’s bow.

“Jiang-zongzhu,” Meng Yao greeted. “They came, but they left fairly quickly after I explained our position. I don’t think they were very convinced, but I hadn’t really expected them to be.” When Jiang Wanyin gave a snort of derision in response, Meng Yao turned to Wen Qing and his serious expression softened into a polite smile as he bowed again. “Wen-guniang, xiao-Wen, I’m pleased you’re here. It’s good to see you again.”

Hugging A-Yuan closer with a protective hand on the back of his head, she searched the edges of that smile for a hint of a threat, the roundness of his eyes for a warning, but found none; his expression was placid–and knowing. He didn’t seem to be interested in hiding the where and how of their acquaintance. She didn’t know what to make of this–was he daring her to make a fuss? Suddenly, Jiang Wanyin broke through her thoughts, demanding, “What happened to your face?”

In response, Meng Yao’s eyes went cool and hooded, but his smile stayed put and he raised a hand to brush over the bruises that irregularly lined one side of his jaw, wrapping 4 reddening bars onto his cheek, darkening points of dug in fingertips at the top. “Nothing of consequence. It’s taken care of. Jin Zixun was not pleased, but couldn’t really argue against our story, right now.” Before anyone could respond, his expression fell open into one of genuine, startled horror as he stared over their shoulders and breathed, “A-Li,” before abandoning his position in front of them with haste.

He reached out to Jiang Yanli just as she collapsed off of the sword in her Jiang disciples’ worried grip. Automatically, Wen Qing and Jiang Wanyin began to go to her side as well before she reached out and grabbed his arm, stopping him. “That was….”

His momentum jerked her forward, swung him around in front of her where he furrowed his brow in agitated confusion. “What? That’s Jin Guangyao, jie’s husband. Why? Do you know him? You seemed…shocked.”

She stared back at Meng Yao, who was actually this elusive husband, this Jin Guangyao who had orchestrated their entire rescue plan. Supporting Jiang Yanli in his arms as he spoke in low tones to her, anxiously smoothing her damp, windswept hair back from her pallid face, he looked almost nothing at all like the darkly intense man that had radiated a polite, contained viciousness like some sort of cursed dagger in the Scorching Sun Palace. He looked simply like a man, like any other, mild mannered and concerned for his wife.

But Wen Qing knew better. Had witnessed his careful words, his calculating eyes, and the danger that mind could produce. She was no longer sure, her stomach tight and churning. This whole thing felt as if it had suddenly expanded from a warm pond of potential refuge to a deep sinkhole with pockets and crevices to get caught and drowned. Dark depths where no one knew what hid. What was the true purpose of his help, of this plan? Was this a trap? Were A-Ning and A-Yuan safe? Would they all be used again?

What was he doing here?

“…You trust him?”

Jiang Wanyin frowned, gaze studying her face. “He’s been an invaluable addition to the Sect.” After a moment’s pause and she didn’t respond, he nodded slowly, brows deepening in puzzlement and consideration. “I…do. Why?”

She pressed her lips together, biting at the inside of her cheek with her teeth, weighing danger, weighing knowledge, weighing trust in Jiang Wanyin, in them. If she was to live here….

There were so many complicated ways for that sentence to end. Instead, she settled on murmuring, “So did Wen-zongzhu.”

For some reason, this cleared his expression and he shook his head, flipping out a dismissive hand as if tossing aside this fact. “Oh. No, he was a double agent–he’s the one that killed Wen Ruohan.”

Wei Wuxian’s Jiang disciple landed beside them and he stumbled off his sword on stiff legs, wincing as she blinked at this. ‘Oh’ indeed. This was news to her. In her increasingly frantic searching for A-Ning and the rest, she of course had heard snippets of what had happened at the end of their Sunshot Campaign–that Wen Ruohan had died, slain in a battle by a son of the Jin. She had assumed it had been Jin Zixuan. It seemed it was a bit more complicated than all that. The threat of even more immediate attack and danger was draining away, hesitantly. There was time to discuss this later, when she didn’t have people in need of her care.

When the odd, sagging shape of A-Ning’s transport descended at last, fluttering talismans and robe hems, his dipping body sliding to the ground, Wen Qing hurriedly put down A-Yuan and joined Wei Wuxian immediately at his side as Jiang Wanyin went to his sister, checking the talismans, his slow pulse; found everything stable. She caught the whispers of the Lotus Pier servants, the disciples that had been there to greet their people, lingering on the outskirts of the courtyard. They were staring at him. At them.

Her fingers tightened and she carefully brushed his loose, sky-tangled hair back from his cold black veined forehead, throat suddenly tight. Her numbness was coming unstuck and she didn’t want that–not now, not here, in front of everyone.

This was the decision she had made. She must live with the consequences. She must not regret it.

“Wen-guniang, I’m going to take him to keep working, alright?” Wei Wuxian laid a hand on her shoulder and she flinched. “I’ll bring you to him once you’re settled in. Shijie…Please, I think you’ll be able to help shijie a lot more than him, right now.” He peered over at Jiang Yanli anxiously, looking as harrowed as Wen Qing felt, though he turned back to shoot her an attempt at a winning smile. “This is all crafty tricks, my area. Don’t you worry about us–we’ll have guy time while we wait. ”

In the forest, it had been hard to be near A-Ning. Here, she felt like she didn’t want to let go, hands curled in his dark robe front, his too-slow heartbeat echoing off the backs of her knuckles. Why did it hurt less to hold him among allies and safety than in the middle of the dark and soaked woods?

Why did it feel more dangerous for him here?

Hands shaking, regretting the meal she had eaten as it writhed in her stomach, Wen Qing reluctantly peeled herself away and took A-Yuan’s hand. Watched Wei Wuxian bear his limp body away with the help of a Jiang disciple he summoned with a jerk of his chin. Let her eyes follow them down the hall as she followed the anxious group spiriting away Jiang Yanli–it felt like being ripped in half, right down the middle, watching what was left of her brother disappear around the corner. Her hand tightened on A-Yuan’s–the only other Wen left with her–and followed her patient.

#peony to lotus #my stuff #my fic #yaoli #HOORAY HI WEN QING!#You're having a hard time aren't you?#I'm sorry I know I promised JGY stabbing someone in this but the cut off made more sense here #It's gonna be in JC's chapter! :D

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gwogobo · 3 years ago

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it is honestly so nice to listen to my recordings and feel like I did good

#heYOOOOOO to chapter 14!#earlier shit was ofc also great but I just finished listening to 14 and I did some g o o d s h i t #(12 and 13 also some good shit. tbh i was fairly excited abt anything that wasn't discussion conference I think)#(NOT TO COMPLETELY DISPARAGE DISCUSSION CONFERENCE)#(I would never disparage fdx sexy rage abt class inequality OR jc demi awakening)#(or honestly jin ling getting to talk to a nice new adult)#(or the entire jiang clan making the fucking entrance)#.......... point being there IS actually a lot to love abt the discussion conference arc #AND THAT'S NOT EVEN WHAT YOU'RE GETTING LATER FOLKS!!!!#what you're getting‚ if I actually make it there‚ is the getting to know you arc!#which i will (please please) have come up with a better name for by time of posting!#(‘jc getting his whole worldview redone not for the only time’ isn't bad ig)#lizzieposting #belposting #oh if anyone cares abt the denouement of renfaire it was fine #I had to nap in the car to make it back home bc I forgot that walking around the faire just before I tried to leave was gonna make me tired #I ended up driving over a tiny bridge directly into sunlight and fearing for my fucking life #and also going on a tour of tiny shmanover back roads which was very spooky but made me fear much less for my life #and I've established orders that next year my friends ahould just kidnap me instead of letting me drive by myself #dw renfaire as a whole was SUPER good and I will get y'all a pic of my new blade later

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akaisenhatake · 3 years ago

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sorry i had to repost because i realized the one i posted didn't include a sketch i did smh 💀 anyways pretend i obliviated you so you never knew this existed before

hihi!! so i made a small au where WiW is not involved with R or shit, instead he's still studying and nailing all his academics at mahoutokoro ( or maybe he became a professor along with my mahoutokoro oc Kaito Bushida which I'll introduce him soon kekek )

other than that, he's also an older brother to Victor because the theory makes sense and you can't tell me they don't look like siblings

WiW would come to visit Victor every once in a while and perhaps he might even invite WiW to come hang out with mc and others at hogsmeade or diagon alley yknow just a peaceful day , no drama and not trying to murder each other <'3

but that's not all

after looking at the newest chapter (another spoiler alert!) i was like gawh daym i was not expecting Victor be lookin like he came out of the twilight saga universe minus the romantic parts also what's with JC and overconfident characters i swear if they pull out another sad backstory to why they act like this i will cry because I'll feed bad for disliking them ;;

oh i talked too much don't i JDJAJDJSJ OKAY I'LL SHUT UP NOW TAKE THIS SKETCH

some of the lines probably won't make sense but thats just the vibes i get from him 🙏 he do be like that doe

it was kind of a let down but u know what since he's gonna be like this I'll have more crap to draw he's like a walking meme to me anyway KSKAJDJ

thank you for passing by! <D💖💞💛 I'm gonna go back to draw now kekekke

it'd be nice to have new friends here 👉🏻👈🏻

#haha you're funny #hphm #hogwarts mystery #hphm victor #victor ketsueki #WiW #wizard in white #hphm fanart #hphm au #victor ketsueki is a walking meme #i wonder if he ever looked in the mirror and say

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puppy-phum · 4 years ago

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fic tag game

thank you so much for tagging me @i-am-just-a-kiddo ♥ i love rambling about my fics and my writing even if it always also brings up all the doubts and insecurities i have but. these are my children so i will show them some love :’) and it is always just wonderful to share this all with you my dear ♥

placing under cut bc i do ramble, as yall know to expect by now!

Name: VishCount i’ve already explained the origin of that name a couple of times so am sparing you from that but gotta just say that i never expected to get so fond of this username and the nicknames that followed ♥

Fandoms: wow ok so buckle up, this is gonna be a ride first i gotta mention the finnish fandom for this youtuber group called LaeppaVika. i adored them as a teenager and i still watch the videos sometimes :’) couple of the members still stream stuff even if the group has pretty much fallen apart by now and am just very fond every time. they feel like home in a way. those fics were my first ones and am still kinda proud of some of those?

then there’s this one random finnish utapri fic i once wrote... tbh i’m not sure why my anime fandoms never made me write anything? maybe it was the inexperience and the fear of using a second language lol

after i got over that and got into BTS, i’ve written a ton for them. most of those are oneshots that vary from 1k words to 10k or something. a couple of longer ones have sprouted too and one is still in the making and i have sooooo many ideas. mostly just random aus. i adore to write those.

lately MDZS has been my favored fandom and it has gotten some oneshots too as well as my gigantic xicheng fic that hangs somewhere well above 100k now. i wish to finish the last part for that soon but who knows, maybe it will take longer than expected sigh. and now DMBJ has pushed in as something that yells at me to write tho i’ve only posted a short oneshot for it for now. and oh, last year i also posted a couple of silly oneshots for 2moons! that was... weird tbh but am glad i did that.

i wish i had more fandoms tbh bc there is so much interesting stuff there and i have so many ideas and inspirations but i’m very slow at writing. things don’t always just come out and some fandoms don’t grasp me for long enough that i would be able to tap into any projects. but i have no hurry, right?

Tropes: hmm do i have any? am not sure. i thought that maybe soulmate aus or some abo stuff was my thing but i’ve slowly drifted away from those. then it comes to just... idk. hurt/comfort? found families? i also adore slow burn these days and i feel like i’ve gotten a bit better at writing that but it’s still a struggle. also just, as already noted, all these different aus? mostly fantasy based ones. those are always so cool and somehow very whimsical? and lately i’ve also just fallen into this hole where i love to write some bittersweet tragedies or at least stuff that feels like a tragedy in some sense (and i blame my dear kiddo for that bc they’ve written the sweetest of tragedies and i want that too ok)

Fic I spent most time on: how do you count this? do wips count? bc if they do, then I feel like my xicheng fic called you’re the sunset and i’m the last purple left behind is it. it just keeps on going and i feel like i’ve given it all of my waking hours and heart and soul. then it could also be my BTS abo fic My Lungs for You to Breathe that is slowly reaching its second year? am not sure. but it has been going for ages bc sometimes it comes and sometimes it goes and currently i’ve spent over six months without updating it and. yeah. (it would be nice to mention some fic here that i’ve made some research for but tbh i never do any research. am horrible like that but i’ve never just. had the energy? tho i have hopes that i could go on this wild research spree for this one guardian idea i have but let’s see...)

Favorite fic(s) you’ve written: (making a list bc am unable to choose, fight me)

and you remain - my pingxie oneshot that just helped me to get all of the feelings i had after tlt2 pour out. am very fond of it destiny tied us together - some introspection of lwj and jc’s relationship and how it changes throughout the years as they both mature, learn things about themselves, fall in love and realize that they share the same ppl in their hearts (and maybe develop a tentative friendship bc they’re so similar in so many ways). i had so much fun with this and it just felt like my brightest moment haha painting your skin with all of me - the xicheng soulmate oneshot i wrote at some point and still adore. it just seemed to work and in the middle of my xicheng struggles writing them so briefly and gently just felt right pouring love (growing flowers) - the ot7 oneshot i wrote bc of this one amazing twt prompt/moodboard. it was the last part of my mono series. i love it so much. joon was so nice to write throughout the whole thing ;; lilies bloomed under your carpet - my god au for taejoon. it poured out of me so wonderfully and it was so amazing. still one of my favorite creations, this whole au. Stories Untold / chapter 3 - this was a collection of taejoon oneshots that i was trying to make but am not sure if i will ever finish them all. but this one, where tae is a forest god and joon a human able to see supernatural things, is very dear to me bc it just feels complete

Fic I spent least time on: gosh i think it must be either my first wangxian oneshot we had it almost or my touch-starved joon oneshot show me my skin and touch my heart with very soft and lovely taejoon. both created themselves in a couple of hours?

Longest fic: currently my xicheng monster but i somehow expect my bts abo fic to get even longer if i ever manage to finish it

Shortest fic: it’s apparently my namseok fic for joon’s tokyo called missing you (i’m homesick). it created itself out of my own experiences of living in a long distance relationship and is one of my faves in that series.

Most hits/kudos/comments/bookmarks: most hits and comments go for my bts abo fic which doesn’t really surprise me when it’s a multichapter fic :’D most kudos go for the already mentioned xicheng oneshot and most bookmarks go for the bts ot7 fic!

Fic you want to rewrite/expand on: hmm if i could rewrite something, it would probably be my first bts fic and my second long fic called Even the Universe Makes Mistakes. that soulmate au now feels a bit outdated and there are many parts i would like to change and things i would love to think again. then if i was allowed to expand some world, i would love to write more for the xicheng soulmate au bc there are many other pairings i would love to explore there too or just to see lxc’s take on the events perhaps. other thing would be my namgi oneshot it passes (for us both) bc i adore namgi and the love they create in that brief moment.

Share a bit of a WIP: it hasn’t been long since i shared snippets of several wips but let’s go with my pingxie which i’ve been working on and am just so damn excited about (especially now that i can use the bazaar photoshoot imagery as inspiration):

“He moves, pulled in by the darkness of the lake, mirroring the softly blue sky with its gray, heavy clouds. The snow lands on his nose, into his lashes, clings to his coat and his shoes. He doesn’t feel cold, doesn’t hear anything beyond the softness of the snowfall. Nothing exists and everything does, real and fake at the same time, comforting but still making him feel afraid.

He could lose himself here, could be lost from everything. He could stay and be forgotten, could join those people that tried to make him remain, could take the easier way. He could rest, just like he was supposed to do so many times before.

Maybe he does belong, after all. Maybe he is part of this place, so awfully familiar with it, so willing to even stop his own heart to get here. And maybe he is not, this place only hungry for those who don’t yet remain, refuse to give into this dream-like space.”

thank you once more for tagging me my dear! this was fun even if looking back to my old fics and all the lack of updating and posting these days makes me feel kinda bad... i’ve just been in a slump lately and am slowly trying to get out of it even if i almost fall back in all the time. it’s funny when last spring i felt like i was at my peak sigh. but well, as i’ve already said, i have time right?

i dunno so many writers over here but i’m tagging @cross-d-a and @kholran bc i’m curious about your work. also tagging @inkblue-black and @jockvillagersonly if you want to blabber about something or if you just want to see this. and oh also tagging @wangxianbunnydoodles bc am always open for new ppl and i know that you write ^^

#tag game #sorry am making these posts today again #also sorry for always tagging the same ppl #i hope you don't mind #have fun!!#about me

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sunflowersunshinevol6 · 4 years ago

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My Way

Chapter Three

Warnings: attempted sexual assault, mentions of past abuse, substance abuse

Harry splashed some water on his face, rubbing his tired eyes, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the little vial he kept with him. It was the only way he kept going when he was working like this, days on end, with no break, he opened the cap and made a small line of the white powder on the back of his hand. He lifted it to his nose, and inhaled. “Ah, yeah,” he grunted, tilting his head back, he could feel the powder sliding down his throat. He leaned forward and looked at his watery eyes in the mirror. “Man up. Come on Harry. She just a scared little girl. She’ll be okay,” he mumbled, before pushing himself off the sink and leaving the bathroom.

He did feel bad for what he said. Clara just pushed and pushed, this girl was getting under his skin.

‘I’m the furthest thing from it.’ Her words echoed in his head. And he wasn’t a good guy.

He was pulled from his thoughts, when he rounded the corner to see her seat empty. He looked around, walked towards the women’s restroom, she wasn’t in there, he looked. Where the fuck did she…..

It takes him a minute.

But he gets it.

Sheets and blankets abandoned, he darts towards the doors, bursting out into the cool night air.

Clara struggled, kicking her feet and screaming against the hand clamped over her mouth. Tears stream down her face. How could she be so stupid. She didn’t even know where she was. She should have stayed. Even if Harry was a killer, he wouldn’t have hurt her. He said so. The man holding her, buries his face in her hair, taking in her scent. She does throw up, the stench of him was too much to bear.

“Fuck!” The man shoved her against the brick wall of the laundromat building. He grabbed one wrist and pinned it above her head, the other he held behind her back. Her mouth free now, she sobbed, loud and broken, unable to think of anything except her regret. She should have stayed put. The man chuckled, pressing against her, she felt something small and hard press against her butt. “Gonna teach you not to throw up on me you little bitch,” he grunted. He held her down with his body, freeing one hand, he reached around her front, shoving his hand in her pants.

“HARRY!” It was loud. It echoed. The scream ripped through her throat, she couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t do anything but scream for him. “HARRY!” The man grabbed a fistfull of her hair, yanking her head back, and slamming it against the brick. White hot pain seared across her brain, she crumpled to the ground, her ears were ringing, and her eyes stung. “H....Harry.” she whimpered. Black spots danced across her vision. She saw something shiny in the stranger’s hand.

“Fucking cunt. I’ll gut you like a-” Clara wasn’t sure she heard it right, the pounding of footsteps, but she did see another body tackle the stranger to the ground.

“HARRY!” Harry’s head snapped up. He looked towards the alleyway beside the laundromat. Really? She hadn’t even gotten that far and she was already calling for him to come get her. He scoffed, smirking as he turned towards the alley. “HARRY!” this time he froze. Clara was screaming bloody murder. Like someone was….He rushed into the alley, it was dark, but he could see two solid shapes. One crumpled to the ground, another standing over the first, with a knife in its hand. “H...Harry.” the shape on the ground whimpered. Harry charged towards the knife wielder.

“Fucking cunt. I’ll gut you like a-” He jumped the solid form, knocking him to the ground. He heard the knife fall out of his hand. Harry adjusted himself, sitting on the man’s chest, he wrapped his hands around his throat and pressed. The man struggled, but Harry had actual practice. He was good at this. He pushed down as hard as he could, all of his weight bared down on his forearms. The man gurgled and twitched until….nothing.

Harry exhaled. Finally. And turned his attention to Clara.

Gentle, calloused hands cradled Clara's face. Her vision was blurry, it was really dark, but she knew it was Harry. She smiled, her head throbbing.

“I...I’m-”

“Shh.” Harry pulled her into his arms. He scooped her up, and carried her out of the alleyway. “Don��t ever fucking run from me like that again.” his words are sharp, but somewhere beneath them, she feels like he cares. She buried her face in his shirt, feeling comforted, the pain and hurt she felt towards him earlier forgotten. She was grateful.

“Thank you.” she whispered, barely aware that he had tossed her on the dirty mattress in the van. She blacked out.

“Hey come here,” Leah took Clara’s hand, pulling her back from the front steps. They stood off to the side. Leah leaned into Clara, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. “It’ll be okay. I love-” Clara saw him walk up. She opened her mouth, tried to scream, but it was to late. It was always too late. And Alex was laughing-

Clara bolted upright, only to grab her head and groan. Her temples pulsed and throbbed with pain, and as she felt her head, she noticed bandages wrapped around her. She opened her eyes, squinting in pain at the bright morning sun that entered the van windows….The van! She looked down to see she was lying on clean sheets, and had been covered by a clean blanket. She looked around, but Harry was nowhere to be found. She couldn’t remember what happened the night before. Bits and pieces came back, but she couldn’t remember everything. Even the dream that had woken her was slowly slipping from her memory.

She grimaced at the sound of the van door sliding open, Harry stood, fully dressed, cap and sunglasses on, two coffees in his hands and a take out bag hanging out of his mouth. He jumped up in the back of the van and slammed the door. Clara groaned.

“Good morning,” he said nonchalantly. He held out a coffee to Clara. She looked from the cup to him and back at the cup again. “What?” he asked annoyed.

“W-what happened?” she asked. Harry sighed, setting her coffee down beside her and sitting on the edge of the mattress. He took his hat and sunglasses off.

“You tried to run last night. Got into some trouble. I saved your ass.” He said this all very quickly, as he dug around in the bag, pulling out two bagels and a couple little containers of cream cheese. “Now eat up. We won’t be stopping again for a while.” Clara reached out, taking the bagel and packet of cream cheese from him. She opened the coffee and took a sip, grimacing.

“No sugar?” she asked. Harry tossed a creamer packet at her.

“Knock yourself out.” she stopped. It all came flooding back to her. She had run, after Harry had said those things to her, she’d been caught in an alley…...Her breathing began to quicken and became shallow, she dropped the bagel.

Harry looked at her alarmed. “Hey!” he shouted, reaching out and touching her arm. “Hey! You’re okay. Look at me Clara. Look.” He held her head, kept her gaze locked on his, she settled, much quicker than normal. “You good?” he asked before letting go.

“I’m….I’m sorry for running.” she said in a small voice. Harry snorted.

“Don’t be sorry. Just don’t do it again. I’m the only thing standing between you and some bad shit right now. Anything could happen to you. Be glad I came after your ass.” he bit his lip. Fuck. Couldn’t he say anything nice to this girl? He cleared his throat. “I don’t want you to die. So it’ll be easier to keep you alive if you stay close alright? Don’t run again.” Clara nodded quietly. She picked her bagel back up.

“Thank you. For washing the sheets.” Harry smiled at her, genuinely smiled, for the first time in a while.

“No problem.” They ate the rest of their meal in silence.

“So how much further do we have to go?” Clara asked. She was reclining in the passenger seat, feet propped against the dashboard. She played with strands of her hair as she talked. “I mean….I’d like to take a shower and get a change of clothing.” She knew she stunk to high heaven, and even if Harry wouldn’t admit it, he could smell her too. She was grateful he kept quiet.

“Actually we are only a couple towns away now. Thought we’d get a hotel room tonight. I’ll take you to the Goodwill and-”

“Not Goodwill.” Clara said quickly, sitting up in her seat. Harry raised an eyebrow. “N-not secondhand.”

“Clara. I can’t exactly walk into a mall or a JC Penny’s. I’m a wanted criminal. Or did you forget that again?” she did actually. It was so hard for her to actually picture all the things Harry could have done. “What’s wrong with Goodwill?” he asked.

“Germs…..They don’t wash the clothes before the put them out.” Harry pursed his lips, his nostrils flaring as he made a huffing noise. Clara felt like such a burden. “I’m sorry.” she grumbled.

“Would you stop fucking apologizing.” Harry snapped. He ran his fingers through his hair, she could tell he was annoyed, but he would listen to her. He didn’t like her panic attacks and she couldn’t blame him for that. “I can’t really afford much else at the moment...We only got about another day’s drive….Would you be okay wearing something of mine? At least for a little while. If the hotel has a guest laundry room, we’ll just wash your clothes there. But I’m exhausted and I don’t have money for brand new clothes and a hotel. So pick your poison.”

“H-Hotel.” Clara said. She watched Harry’s shoulders visibly drop in relief. His dark circles were worse and he looked like he hadn’t shaved in weeks.

“Good.”

“Two doubles or a king?” the front desk clerk winked at Harry. Clara felt herself blush. Of course she wouldn’t be the only person to think he was handsome. Harry leaned forward, his face level with the clerk’s chest. Clara wanted to gag at the sight. How obvious could you get?

“Which is cheaper?” he asked, in a low, seductive voice. Clara felt it in the pit of her stomach, and she knew the clerk did too when her breath hitched.

“D-doubles.” she said. Harry stood straight up, flashing that beautiful grin at the girl. If only she knew who she was talking too. What would she do then?

“Doubles it is then. You ready?” he asked, turning to Clara. She nodded, taking the key card Harry handed to her.

“I hope you and your girlfriend enjoy your stay.” Harry turned around, and winked at the clerk.

“Thanks.”

The shower was amazing. Clara felt relief flood her as all the dirt and grime fell from her body. She would be pure again. Whole again. Harry had crashed the second the door closed, flopping down on one of the beds, and not even bothering to take his shoes off. Clara had inspected the room, went to the front desk and asked for cleaning supplies, and though the girl gave her a funny look, she got them. Clara spent the first few hours meticulously cleaning the room, everywhere but where Harry lie. She didn’t want to disturb him. She was already enough of a burden.

Clara stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around herself and tip toed out of the bathroom. Harry still snored peacefully unaware of the naked girl. She grabbed one of his over sized shirts and a pair of basketball shorts, before heading back into the bathroom. She climbed into bed. Falling into a blissful sleep as soon as she hit the pillow.

She woke up to eyes on her. Panic welled up in her chest. She didn’t recognize where she was. It was a dark room, not her dorm though, it felt too big to be that, but as her eyes adjust to the darkness, she feels someone staring at her. Clara realized she had been lying on her stomach, with her legs tucked under her, ass propped in the air. It was a weird position, but comfortable to her. She had woken up like that many times before. But what she was feeling now, she’d never felt. Someone watching her, with hungry eyes.

Harry sits on the edge of his bed. His hair is a mess, his clothes are wrinkled, but he sits like a statue, unmoving, eyes on her and lips parted. She can hear his shallow breathing.

“What’s wrong?” she asked. Her voice is rough, filled with sleep. Harry doesn’t say a word. He stood, and left the room, shutting the door firmly behind him. Clara shrugged her shoulders, stretched out, and fell back into a more fitful sleep.

When she woke up again the sun was shining through the curtains. Clara sat up, surveying the room, Harry was still gone, but her clothes were folded and sat at the edge of her bed. She blushed thinking about Harry picking up and folding her underwear. But shook the thought from her head as she tossed the covers off of her and climbed out of bed.

Once she was dressed she stepped outside, wondering where Harry had run off too, only to see him just exiting a room across from you. The clerk who had checked you in closed the door behind him, a big smile on her face. Harry leaned down to whisper something in the girl’s ear. She laughed and blew him a kiss before turning to walk away. He smacked her ass, before turning towards Clara and strutting over to her, freezing when he sees that she had watched his encounter with the clerk.

“Hi.” he greeted awkwardly, running his fingers through his hair again and licking his lips. Clara realized early on he did that when he felt awkward or uncomfortable.

“Hello.” she replied. Harry’s eyes flicker to anything and everything but her, she wondered why he wouldn’t look at her, why he, a serial killer, would suddenly become shy and awkward. She wondered, but didn’t ask. “Are we leaving today?” she asked instead.

“My sister text me last night….Said there’s a job in this town I could pick up if I wanted since it's on the way...So we’ll be staying a little longer.”

“So….do you know when exactly I’ll be going home?” Harry scuffed his shoe on the ground shrugging his shoulders.

“I don’t know….it’s only one job. Shouldn’t take me long. And….” he looked at the ground, hoping she didn’t see him blush, “I’m starting to like having the company. I haven’t had someone ride with me….in a long time.” Clara rolled her eyes.

“Yeah,” her voice dripped with sarcasm, crossing her arms and looking behind Harry, to the room he just exited. “The company must be really good.”

“What the fuck do you have going on that’s so important?” he snapped back. She didn’t know he had been talking about her company. And he was embarrassed she caught him with that girl. But he’d never tell her that.

“Well school for one thing,” Clara held up her fingers, “And second, if I know my mom and Marcus, there’s probably a manhunt for me right now.” Harry grabbed her by the elbow. Leading her out of the open and back into their private world.

“Consider it an early break. And I’m not worried about that. I’ve been doing what I do for a long time. And I’ve still never been caught.” he slammed the door behind them, effectively ending the conversation.

"Police are still searching for nineteen year old college student Clara Montez. Who, stopped at this gas station only five days ago for gas. The cashier who had been working when the store was almost robbed, said the assailant took her with him. Ms. Montez's parents implore anyone with information of their daughter's where abouts to please contact crime stoppers. All tips are appreciated. Thank you. Back to you Jeff."

Alex shut the tv off and set the remote down. He drummed his fingers against the faux leather of his chair, chewing thoughtfully on his lip. Where was Clara? He hoped she wasn't dead. No. She couldn't be dead. He needed her. And he would find her. And he....would have her forever.

#harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fic #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot #solo harry #hs fandom #hs imagine #hs fanfic #hs2 #hs1 #imagine harry styles

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koltosaber · 4 years ago

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KotFE/KotET Headcanon Time!

credit to @pauletta-00 for posting the original!! i was tagged in it by @thehighground uwu- and this is gonna b Long so ill hide it under a neat little read more

im tagging @gaycytharat , @mimabeann & anyone else who sees this!!

1. Starting with basics. Who is your Outlander (which class, what their aligment)? How did they end up being frozen in carbonite for 5 years? Why did you make them the Outlander?: so as ive said before, i dont actually have a single outlander!! ive taken a character to represent every class and they all play their own part in the outlander’s story- they first come together during shadow of revan, are decided to be a strike team that kind of transcends alignments, and move on to kotet/kotfe. genetura is the jk, t’igrea is the jc, hirull is the smug, dten is the trooper, net is the inquis, annuy the wrath, heydhin the bh, and nevidas the agent. ive actually decided, carbonite wise, that only a few of them get frozen for the 5 years- and i havent decided who specifically, yet. i decided to have this group of outlanders bc i dont think the storyline really perfectly fits one class- and i like the found family aspect :3c

2. Now, to the rest of classes. What happens to them during KotFE/ET? Did they know the Outlander? Were they allies, enemies, family? Do they join the Alliance or have something else to do? Do they play a major or a minor role in the story? Spare no detail (if you wish, of course): the ocs i have aside from the main classes are sindta, irus’h, and nephret- tho i havent talked ab nephret yet :3c. sindta is a smuggler who used to be apart of hirulls crew, but splits once she becomes an official privateer. irus’h is just a regular jedi, and i havent decided on anything for nephret yet. either way- sindta becomes a pretty high rolling smuggler who is later recruited to the alliance once he finds that hirull is alive, and irus’h probably joins too- she doesnt really fit in with the other jedi.

3. What about companions? Do you follow their in-game story or have headcanons for them? Did they stay with your non-Outlander characters or not? Why?: haha Oh geez. thats a lot of companions to keep track of! i think more or less it works out in all the canon ways. this is also a question that kinda pertains to who gets frozen in carbonite and who doesnt! so. will answer some other time :)

4. If applicable: how your characters react if the Alliance joins the opposite faction on Iokath and after that? For example: how do Sith characters feel about joining the Republic? Will they stay or leave (if it's too spoiler-ish, then feel free to skip this)?: soo another canon divergent-ish thing is that. the alliance leaders believe its in their best interest to keep the alliance neutral with a republic spin, so they do plant nevidas and possibly annuy/net to be saboteurs. the rest either remain neutral, or ally with the republic.

5. If applicable: if your Commander decides to be a saboteur, would they tell anyone (PC or companions)? Why/why not?: all of the saboteurs make their intentions known to lana and theron, but thats about it. nevidas is already with theron, so no relationship troubles there. net currently has no partner, and annuy probably tells quinn. the republic “”saboteurs”” probably dont tell their partners, though, just because theyre doing less damage to their respective faction and more.. keeping an eye on them. publicly, the alliance says that they’re siding with the republic- but that is not the case :0.

6. How would your characters react if one of their companions is exiled or dead because of Outlander's choices? For example: sith warrior's reaction if Commander doesn't save Vette?: !! my kink is an everyone lives au, and whats sexy about having 8 outlanders instead of 1- you can NEVER be shortstaffed :D annuy would go with one or two others to help vette, and heydhin would take his crew to help torian. easy peasy baby

7. If you have something written about anything from the above (bc I know some people do), share the links to your works (again, if you feel like it)!: owo i... DID write the first chapter to the shadow of revan story but. im really anxious ab my writing/sharing it anywhere. i was thinking of putting it on ao3 but then people could SEE it and i.. aaa :( but i guess if people asked for it i could put it up .

#mine #lmao actually the answers werent super long im surprised w myself #just a longpost in general #/shrug #anyways i should write more of that fic #hng #ask meme #koltosays #kotfe #kotet #storyline

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grandmasterofwangxiancultivation · 6 years ago

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MDZS ch.113

*me dealing with the last chapter of mdzs*

okay, i’m ready, let’s go to esr’s website and end this

*opens up the website*

*bursts out crying*

typical case of i thought i was ready buT

EDIT: i am still not over the fact that luo qingyang called her daughter mian mian. like, something is leaking from my eyes. no, those are not tears, nooo

EDIT 2:

After the night at Yunmeng’s Guanyin Temple, Wei WuXian and Lan WangJi roamed around night-hunting along with Lil’ Apple, being ‘wherever the chaos was’ as before.

my favorite couple being super awesome, this chapter knows how to take care of our hearts

EDIT 3: LWJ IS NOT WEARING HIS FOREHEAD RIBBON E X C U S E M E S O R R Y W H A A A A A A A A T

wwx has it, surely, that’s so sweet i am just gonna cry in a corner for a moment okay-

EDIT 4:

Lan WangJi picked up a teacup from the table and took a sip, his voice calm, “Sit properly.”

Wei WuXian, “There’s no tea in the cup.”

I AM LAUGHING SO HARD LWJ WAS SO FOCUSED ON WWX HE DIDN’T EVEN SEE THE CUP WAS EMPTY THIS IS EPIC, OH GREAT HANGUANG-JUN

EDIT 5:

These stories and rumors were indeed familiar. Wei WuXian recalled how back then countless people told stories of him kidnapping a thousand virgins to his demonic cave at Burial Mound, ravishing them day and night to cultivate the dark path.

yeah, right, almost forgot how people never shut up about things they don’t even know about. this never fails to make me angry, because as bad as jgy was, he doesn’t deserve this -nor did wwx. aaaaaaah i wanna smash something on their very much empty fucking skulls!

EDIT 6: OKAY THEY ARE STARTING TO BAD MOUTH LXC HOW D A R E THEY-

EDIT 7:

me: wow, okay, so this chapter is full of voices of people cursing my favorite character like they knew something but they should just all shut up, i am NOT a patient person

also me: OMG WWX IS PLAYING THE DIZI. OMG HE IS PLAYING WANGXIAN. OMG I’M DYING.

EDIT 8:

When he finished, Wei WuXian winked his left eye towards Lan WangJi, “How was it? Beautiful, huh?”

Lan WangJi slowly nodded, “For once.”

Wei WuXian knew that ‘for once’ referred to how his memory was good for once.

my memory is bad too, i can’t fault him with anything, but yeah wwx you’re terrible, bless lwj for being so patient

AREN’T THEY PERFECT OMG

i love it that the novel ends with this scene in the last chapter, like it’s trying to link the end with their (second) beginning when lwj recognised wwx on dafan mountain, it’s incredibly beautiful!!

EDIT 9:

Wei WuXian propped his arm on Lil’ Apple’s head, spinning Chenqing in his hand, “My mom said you have to remember the things others do for you, not the things you do for others. Only when people don’t hold so much in their hearts would they finally feel free.”

This was one of the only things he remembered about his parents.

WWX TALKING ABOUT HIS MOM

HOW DOES ONE DESCRIBE THE ACT OF WWX TALKING ABOUT HIS MOM

EDIT 10:

Seeing how devoted Lan WangJi’s gaze was, he continued, “My mom also said…”

Hearing how he refused to continue, Lan WangJi asked, “Said what?”

Wei WuXian curled his finger at him, his expression solemn. Lan Wang walked closer. Wei WuXian bent down and spoke beside his ears, “… that you’re mine now.”

SO SMOOTH. how can he turn something so delicate into a way to tease lwj, i love him to death

EDIT 11: wwx is as bad at naming stuff as jc

EDIT 12:

Wei WuXian was surprised, “There is? Then you should’ve said its name earlier. Why didn’t you tell me for so long? You made me try for so long to come up with a name, wasting my wisdom.”

After a moment of silence, Lan WangJi answered, “WangXian.”

this is the pure demonstration of how lwj is best fanboy and shipper in this novel D’T WORRY BABY THAT’S THE BEST TITLE EVER IGNORE WWX TEASING YOU FOR IT

EDIT 13: omg wwx STOP LAUGHING

EDIT 14: AWWWWWW lwj hugging his waist so that wwx doesn’t fall from lil’ apple’s back GOLD SCENE

EDIT 15: THEY ARE SO LOVEY DOVEY

EDIT 16: YES PLS JOIN THE DISCIPLES I WANNA SEE YOU ALL TOGETHER AGAIN

EDIT 17: wwx you are such a dork

EDIT 18: wait is it over

EDIT 19: IT’S OVER. OMG IT’S OVER *can’t breathe*

i’ll go hug the extras like i needed them to breathe

#mdzs #mdzs ch.113 #mo dao zu shi #the grandmaster of demonic cultivation #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #the founder of evil magic #the founder of diabolism #mdzs fangirling mode #mdzs novel

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janiedean · 6 years ago

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But why do you hate Cersei that much? Is it because you are hardcore JamiexBrienne shipper? (Classic)

… this question was fairly fine until the classic, which denotes a certain passive-aggressiveness typical of the usual cersei stan so excuse me if instead of getting a nice answer I might have toned down a bit you’re getting all the ugly truth - next time consider not implying that I’d hate a character just because it’s in the way of my ship, thank you, since I tend to actually multiship and I don’t hate jeynew for being technically an obstacle to my main ship and so on. but okay. you wanna know? let’s go in order,

spoilers: this is gonna be ugly, I am not going to hold back any venom and so if you like cersei you’re welcome to not read this. I warned you.

one: classic. my dear anon, I’ll tell you a secret: 80% of the jb fandom actually likes cerse. I’m in the minority. most people I know who ship jb either also ship jc or like cersei as a villain/as the horrid person she is because they enjoy a well-written villain. i don’t, but most *hardcore jb shippers* actually LIKE cersei. if then you take ‘she’s horrible but I love her character’ as people hating her then it’s your goddamned problem.

two: I actually loathed her abusive, controlling, manipulative and murdering ass way before brienne even showed up in the book let alone reading asos.

NO, REALLY.

three: I find cersei a technically very well-built and written character. no, really.

four: too bad that if there’s one thing I hate in fiction is incompetent villains, and if there’s three kinds of people I hate irl it’s a) people who think they’re so much better than the others, b) people who use person X who loves them as an emotional punching bag/their own servant without realizing what’s wrong with it, c) people who don’t accept responsibilities of their actions. rings a bell?

ah, right.

five: I find cersei’s povs utterly, terribly and fucking boring. okay, she’s insane, okay, she’s completely out of this world, okay, she’s great in her being completely insane and wanting to rule, okay, she’s a great villain, I found it amusing for one chapter and then I fell asleep. I can’t care less to be in the head of a narcissist asshole who thinks the world is an extension of herself and digs her own grave while blaming everyone else for her shortcomings and not even getting it when she’s directly confronted with it.

six: cersei is a fucking disgusting human being. and before y’all go like BUT ROBERT, I’m just gonna say that I am in no way, shape or form required to be interested in someone who threw a 12 year old into a well because said person dared say she had a crush on her brother when she also was twelve herself. like. okay, maybe for some people she’s interesting, to me that’s child psychiatrist material.

seven: I have also absolutely no fucking interest in an abusive fuck who spent her entire life actively or not actively trying to prevent jaime from actually having an identity separated from hers or who sexually molested her other brother while he was in the crib and justifies it with WELL HE’S A MONSTER. no, fuck you.

eight: an abusive fuck who also thinks she’s her father and couldn’t do politics if they hit her in the face. I mean, I actually like roose as a character and I don’t hate him even if he actively put a knife inside my actual favorite character’s heart because a) he’s not an incompetent fuck, b) he knows when you should not do horrid stuff because it’s not politically convenient, c) just wanted to rule his damned land and isn’t going out of his way to mess shit up jUST BECAUSE HE HAS THE POWER. cersei is just that, all along, and I can’t give a fuck about it.

nine: I have absolutely zero sympathy for 99% of her plights - at most I can give her that marrying robert was miserable, but OMG I AM A WOMAN IT PREVENTS ME FROM BEING MY FATHER SO NOW I WILL HAVE TO BE HORRID TO EVERYONE ELSE WHILE EXCUSING MYSELF ALL ALONG is not my cup of tea.

ten: OMG SHE’S A WONDERFUL MOTHER!!!! yeah a wonderful mother who sends tommen to whip someone when he’s not tough enough, totally great. and fandom even buys that. blergh.

eleven: I can’t stand her treatment of jaime and tyrion but jaime especially and I find it absolutely revolting and excuse me but I might find it such especially since if you look at it she basically dragged him into doing sexual stuff when they were younger than eight and from then on she did everything to make sure he wouldn’t have a life apart from her when she was ready to drop him if rhaegar accepted to marry her? like, why the fuck am I obliged to like this kind of person if it’s not my kind of character? ah, and it’s not about the incest because if that was the problem I wouldn’t be here shipping thor and loki and the other three sibling incests I occasionally shipped throughout my life, I just hated it since book one. am I allowed?

twelve: I’m gonna tell you a secret now (not so much but whatever). I read books 1-5 in a month marathoning and I didn’t exactly have time to form opinions until after I was done, and I started shipping jb during asos but I mean it sailed at the end and I was mild shipping, not hardcore. you know when was the moment where I thought, re cersei, omg fuck you I hope you die in a fire we’re Done I’m never giving you second chances I don’t care you can choke didn’t even have anything to do with jaime, it was when they were discussing the red wedding post-thing and someone said that catelyn went insane when she watched robb die in front of him and she started laughing about it. and excuse me anyone who finds the red wedding funny ESPECIALLY someone who professes that they’re a wonderful mother who loves her children is completely banned from my list of people who deserve me giving them a second chance to get back in my ‘I like you’ list. okay? my favorite character is robb, cat is in my top ten and I actually love cat to bits even if I don’t agree with her on half of what she says/we are fundamentally different in a lot of fundamental aspects, except that cat’s not an asshole and I can like her because she has things I like about her other than being very well-written, cersei’s just well-written but for the rest she’s the sum of everything I hate in a) fictional villains, b) people irl.

thirteen: also, the fandom tends to justify basically everything this asshole does with the excuse that she’s a woman so SHE’S AN EMPOWERED PROTO-FEMINIST when no she’s fucking not and cersei stans regularly show up bashing on my jb shipping that I try to keep actively away from them for example not tagging anything I say about cersei because I know they don’t wanna read it, while the brienne tag is riddled with crap like OMG YOU SAY SHE HAS TO BE CISHET JUST BECAUSE YOU SHIP HER WITH JAIME BOOO, or gems like ‘omg jb fans are all ugly women who want to bang jaime and project on brienne how pathetic muahahaha cersei had it so much worse’ plus coming on anon at regular intervals to send shit to people in the jb tag (I even have a tagged/jb-wank tag for it, TRY IT), so her fans definitely made sure that I went to general dislike to full-on hatred and that’s not even counting d&d trying to make cersei more sympathetic. blergh. as if there’s the need.

fourteen: I also don’t need to like someone who has no problem condemning people to death, ordering TWENTY children dead without losing a moment of sleep on it (I mean theon did the same with two and has nightmares about it, jon swapped two didn’t even kill them and he has nightmares about it, this asshole hasn’t even thought about it once), ordering people tortured or unethically experimented on and ordering rape on other women (in the show at least) all along while thinking she’s the best thing that ever happened to this planet. I have a few limits and people who only think about themselves and see other people in terms of HOW USEFUL THEY ARE TO ME are one of them, thanks.

fifteen: and for that matter, my favorite fictional villain ever is randall flagg ie a dude who killed an entire planet once or almost and who’s an unrepentant asshole and unapologetically evil, except that he actually doesn’t think he’s this great person because of it. he’s just evil incarnated, but what the hell. I like competent villains who don’t try to tell themselves they aren’t villains and who don’t frame their actions as anything but horrid shit. I’m fine if they enjoy it and I’m fine if they have a skewed set of morals according to which they see it as perfectly acceptable, but cersei doesn’t have a skewed set of morals, cersei’s just fucking out of it and has the worst narcissistic disorder in recent literary history. and she’s an incompetent fuck who thinks she’s better than everyone else who abuses everyfuckingone she runs into, and I just said jaime and tyrion but if I got into sansa, lancel, tommen, myrcella and just about everyone she interacts with I’d end up the day after tomorrow.

sixteen: my dislike was thoroughly cemented by how much I didn’t enjoy her pov chapters in affc/adwd but that was way before I hardcore shipped jb because at that point the only things I HARDCORE shipped were jon/sam and sandor/sansa, I wasn’t even shipping t/rhobb at that point. and my hardcore j/b shipping happened by the end of affc/by the time I was finished, and even then it took me one year to actually get into that side of fandom for real. so, no, actually the fact that I ship j/b has absolutely nothing to do with my dislike of cersei ie a character I disliked in got, hated in acok, was disgusted by all of the damned time in asos and throroughly detested in affc for reasons that guess what had everything to do with her and nothing to do with me shipping jaime with someone else.

because really, as long as he got away from that abusive fuck that’s his sister, he could have done it with arthur dayne, catelyn, the blackfish, fucking jon connington, oberyn or tv!bronn for what I care. I absolutely hate her also because I want jaime far away from her, but as long as he is, the fact that brienne is there and she’s his canon love interest (deal - with - it) is just a good convenient thing. otherwise I still would want him a planet away from that asshole that’s his sister. clear? shipping jb has nothing to do with that. fuck’s sake, the two most popular jon ships are jon/sansa and jon/dany and I ship him with EVERYONE BUT THOSE TWO and robb, and guess what I don’t hate sansa or robb (they’re both in my top ten/fifteen) and I don’t care about dany either way. I’m not so fucking not objective that I loathe a character so much just because they’re canonically in the middle of my ship, I’d be an immature or it’d be an immature reason and I’m enough of an adult to actually admit it. she happens to be in the middle of my ship more or less, but believe me I don’t hate elia or lyanna for being in the middle of r/jonc, sure as fuck I don’t hate cersei because she’s in the middle of jb.

I hate cersei because all of us has limits when it comes to irl and fictional characters and she’s wildly beyond all of mine and guess what, that was clear since the moment I read book one, after which jaime was my second-fave overall and she was at the damned bottom of the list. ah, except that if you dare liking jaime but not her you’re suddenly a Bad Feminist because liking the man out of the two of them but not her means you’re somehow having internalized misogyny. when instead it could be that jaime’s actually not an asshole and she is, but since, oh, wait, this fandom villanizes jaime a lot because in order to justify the crap cersei does they have to go along with that fucking THEY’RE THE SAME PERSON spiel which the narrative had denied from page five of the first tyrion pov chapter or so, I also have to get told that if I like the lannister guys (who are grey and fucked up but not inherently bad people and ah wait, both abuse victims since the damned cradle while she’s not) but not her I’m a Bad Feminist TM and excuse me but that attitude should have died years ago and it also helped making sure I would never budge when it came to c.

seventeen: the fact that the more time passes the less I can’t stand her means I can’t stand her in the show either. wow, too bad. I also couldn’t stand the th/ramsay scenes and watched them muted. but did I go ask t/hramsay ppl how they found them watchable? no. because I mind my own fucking business. and I wasn’t gonna even say it until people basically had to tear it out of me keeping on telling me I should like cersei/lena’s portrayal better than kit/jon because she’s a better actress than he is. most likely, but I don’t wanna punch jon in the face. and I wanna punch cersei in the face. for all the above reasons.

that have nothing to do with jb and all to do with the fact that cersei is an abusive/manipulative/incompetent fuck. okay?

there. that’s why I hate cersei. satisfied?

ps: and that’s why I don’t talk about cersei outside of jb meta, because I know that 50% of this is most probably my flawed subjective opinion and that she irks me also because of personal reasons that don’t have to be rational (there’s a reason why I hate incompetent idiots irl and why I hate people who think your life revolves around theirs irl btw) and that people will like her for a lot of the reasons why I dislike her. it’s fair. and that’s why I usually don’t share.

but if you really had to ask, that’s your damned answer.

classic, my ass. 80% of jb fans around actually don’t agree with me on 80% of what I wrote. some of us just don’t fucking like cersei. deal. with. it.

thanks for coming to my fucking ted talk.

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The Myspace-era bands keeping the internet's weirdest music genre alive

The internet can be a deeply unsettling place, especially when you stumble upon videos that you probably should've left alone. But, if you were like me in 2011, you sought out the weirdest of websites and the creepiest of pastas, then shared your intel with all your post-emo friends.

By 2016, I was surfing the internet for some quality spooky material during my college years when I stumbled across something called witch house.

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It was a musical genre most had pronounced dead — and yet was still surviving and thriving in the weirdest corners of the internet. Two major artists from the early days of witch house, known as White Ring and Ritualz, have been instrumental in helping keep the genre going.

"I really don't know if witch house was ever really alive honestly," Bryan Kurkimilis, one-third of White Ring admits. "It seems like it's always going to be in a perpetual adolescence when it came out 10 years ago, and it's kind of stuck there now."

Kurkimilis' White Ring started off back in 2006 as a duo featuring him and vocalist Kendra Malia. In 2011, the duo went on hiatus, and in 2016 Adina Viarengo joined the band to serve as the group's second vocalist. Now in 2018, with their debut album Gate of Grief finally complete, White Ring is back on track and very much determined to keep witch house relevant.

According to Vulture, witch house music was birthed during the late 2000s and early 2010s during the end of the Myspace era. But the genre's deep, dark electro-wave sound, and the occult imagery in its lyrics, fashion, and music videos have continued to draw fans in well past the genre's prime.

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Early witch house artists typically produced spooky tracks that sampled from '90s and '00s horror films and hip-hop records. They layered these samples with heavy bass riffs, lots of synth, and sometimes vocals. Visually and aesthetically, people in the community reflected this dark music by incorporating magic symbols, upside down crosses, and pentagrams into all black hip-hop clothing.

Like many things created on the internet, witch house had a relatively short shelf life. The term itself appears to have come about in 2009. Travis Egedy (known as Pictureplane) used it in an interview to describe the music he and his friends were producing.

"Mark our words, 2010 will be straight up witchy," Egedy wrote in Pitchfork.

Travis Egedy in his warehouse/studio

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He wasn't wrong about 2010, but mainstream interest in witch house didn't last long. The genre tapered off in the early '10s when it was overshadowed by vaporwave, another internet-fueled genre of music.

"I think people are still looking and hoping for witch house bands that have gone away to find a way to come back," Adina Viarengo of White Ring said. "I feel like there's a really devoted base that wants more of this kind of stuff. There's a need for it right now."

The demand for this type of music is something that drives artists like JC Lobo of Ritualz to continue to producing tracks. He started his career on Myspace in late 2009 with just a computer, and to this day Lobo continues to make music that is influenced by this largely forgotten era of music. He released a Ritualz album titled Doom earlier this year.

"It's really different now because witch house isn't as visual anymore because everyone's been a part of the scene for a while," Lobo explained in a phone call. "But the music is different. It's definitely a lot more techno and ravey compared to its earlier hip-hop sound."

"I'm not really a part of the scene anymore," Lobo said. "But when I'm on tour, I play witch house songs and all of the kids from the community come out and listen along."

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Image: Courtesy of JC Lobo / Taken by Francisco Mendez

"Witch house was innovative," Lobo said. "It was new and dark, which was really important because it had been a long time since that kind of music was appealing to a large audience."

What made witch house such a strange phenomenon was its purposeful obscurity. Witch house musicians hid. When I accidentally stumbled upon the genre after listening to a witch house remix of a Charli XCX song by BLVCK CEILING, I was happy to know there were a ton of artists and tracks out there — even if they were hiding their names behind band names made up of random symbols.

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While BLVCK CEILING was my own personal introduction to the genre, other artists from the community have made their mark on the scene, some even as early as the Myspace era. A few notable artists from the community include GR†LLGR†LL (pronounced GrillGrill), oOoOO, and Salem.

Artist names featuring crosses and inscrutable symbols are typical. For someone outside of the scene, it's a challenge to find specific tracks or musicians. While Ritualz hid behind the logo "†‡†," White Ring had an all-white Myspace page that required the user to highlight the entire page to see text about new tracks and announcements.

"I always think of it as having a punk spirit where everything is always a 'fuck you,'" Kurkimilis said. "It's like I'm gonna release a song, but I'm gonna do it in this weird way."

Having an immortal punk spirit is obviously cool and all, but the people who helped cultivate it eventually moved onto other projects. While White Ring and Ritualz are the only major figures to release full albums in recent years, other notable artists in the community find interesting ways to stay relevant.

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Take witch house rapper Gvcci Hvcci (pronounced Goo-chee Hoo-chee), who was a major figure back in 2011. As one of the very few prominent women producing witch house tracks, Gvcci amassed a cult following.

In 2012, a post on crvckhouse, a Tumblr page dedicated to promoting witch house artists, claimed that Gvcci Hvcci had passed away. Lobo, who was apparently the last person to collaborate with the rapper, was the first to speak about the news, and confirmed her "death."

"Shortly after our track came out, people kept asking me where she was," Lobo said. "I eventually just started to say 'she's dead' because I was friends with her producer who said she closed all of her accounts and was going to stop releasing tracks."

Prior to her "death," Kurkimilis says he actually had a brief interaction with the mysterious figure in 2011 over the phone. Around this time, rumors began to circulate that the pictures Gvcci Hvcci had used to promote herself were fake. Her entire identity was in question.

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"I know for sure it's an actual girl," Kurkimilis claims. "She was not the girl in the photos, because a friend of hers showed me a real picture of her. I know she's a real person."

After seemingly catfishing everyone in the community, Gvcci Hvcci had made a name for herself. Her infamy would continue to grow after her supposed "death."

Just two short years later, to everyone's shock, Gvcci Hvcci released a track titled "Bullet in the Head." The witch house community went into a frenzy. The rapper, who was now revealed to be alive, took advantage of the cultural moment. As the lyrics go, Gvcci was officially "back from the dead."

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Had Gvcci Hvcci really faked her own death for recognition? The answer is murky. Some community members aren't convinced that the Gvcci Hvcci who returned is the same artist from 2011.

"I just never denied anything and I was playing along with the myth of Gvcci Hvcci," Lobo admitted. "The producer found a different girl, or unreleased tracks, I'm not sure which. I didn't really keep up with the story but it's funny how people are still speculating years later."

These days Gvcci Hvcci is relatively silent. An unfinished track titled "ttryan" which was released in January of this year serves as her most recent published work on Soundcloud. When we approached her on Facebook for a statement, the anonymous rapper responded with: "Guess what? Chicken butt," and sent a link to her Go Fund Me page.

Gvcci Hvcci continuing to troll in 2018

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On the page, Gvcci Hvcci is asking for $2,500 to help produce and release her work-in-progress track, "Issa night." In the past six months, Gvcci Hvcci has raised $130 from three people of her $2,500. As of September 2018, there have been no updates on production of the new song.

Song titles hiding behind symbols and artists with mysterious personas are what makes witch house unique — and what's kept the genre fresh.

When musicians like Gvcci Hvcci fake their deaths, or when artists like White Ring return from a years-long hiatus, it helps revitalize the community. Like any dedicated fanbase, lovers of the niche genre get excited when they hear news about their favorite artists, good or bad.

Without witch house, we wouldn't have mainstream artists like Charli XCX, Chvrches, and Grimes, who've attributed parts of their style and sound to this genre of music.

"It’s hip-hop for goths," Charli said during an interview with Self-titled magazine in 2012. "I like the whole scene – the cult imagery, the upside down crosses. I love witch house."

Charli XCX during the early days of her career in 2013.

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Despite its age, witch house still has a place within our culture. While the dark aesthetic and sound might not appeal to everyone, witch house continues to persist, especially on the internet. In fact, Lobo's a firm believer that witch house marks a major chapter in the history of internet culture and music.

"I think witch house has amazing value as being one of the first generations of music born from the internet," Lobo said. "Before then you didn't have any dark or ambient music, so it was a really good balance for internet music genres like chillwave and vaporwave that had mainstream appeal."

The sound itself has shifted a bit over the past ten years, and whether or not it's a positive change is up for debate. Shifting from its hip-hop-inspired sound, witch house has become more clubby and electronic than ever. Lobo attributes this change to the need for faster music that people can dance to.

"I wish it would go back a bit to the days of droning sounds and anonymous artists," Lobo said. "It seems like a lot of people are trying to make it about dancing, and I notice that's a big focus for producers. But the appeal at first was to listen to this weird and dark ambient noise."

But why should anyone listen to this music in 2018? "I think its good to have a balance in your life especially with music," Lobo explained. "Listening to different music will help you understand different people and communities, so it's important you give it a chance and try a bit of everything."

Image: Courtesy of Ritualz / Taken by Daniela Quant

Like any genre of music, witch house has cultivated a community of followers who are dedicated to their favorite artists. Specifically within the witch house Reddit community, the page stays somewhat active as new artists create and share new tracks, or when, for example, White Ring makes an unexpected return.

"Once a genre is created, it can never really go away," Viarengo said. "I know there are pockets of people all over the world who are into witch house that are going to continue experimenting with it."

Lobo agrees and believes that witch house's hip-hop and electronic roots will allow it to evolve alongside these genres.

"I don't think it will ever get stuck," Lobo said. "Hip-hop and electronic music has been changing over the past 30 years, and witch house's sound will continue to be influenced by those two styles of music. Audience-wise it might get stuck, but it can get bigger still, it just need some more time."

With White Ring and Ritualz at the recent forefront of the witch house movement, the community and genre are still in good hands. While I wait for more tracks to feed my goth fantasies, I'll be casting spells to Gate of Grief and Doom on repeat.

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Silver’s Skater Girl Chapter 10: Tragic Backstories and JP’s Plan

Disclaimer: gothchic6 doesn't own Pokémon.

*Calypso's POV*

It's about 12:35, and there's been no sign or indication that JC has gotten rid of JP yet. I am extremely bored, while Silver over here has gotten the Zubat part of his totem done, and he's starting to carve what looks like a Gastly. Hey, if there's one good thing that I can say about him, it's that he has awesome artistic ability.

I decide to follow suit, and I go to cut off a tree branch, when suddenly, my Pokégear rings. Seeing that it's JC who's calling, I immediately get excited, and I answer the phone.

"JC", I ask, my voice higher in tone due to my delight.

"Yeah, it's me. You guys can come in now; the coast is clear. But could both of you come to my quarters? I need to talk to both of you", JC requests, though her voice sounds a bit different than normal.

"Cool. We're on our way in."

I hang up the phone, and poke Silver in the shoulder, causing him to mess up the tooth of his Gastly. He turns to me, his already cold steel eyes becoming even colder as he grits his teeth in anger. "And what the hell was that for", he growls.

I shrug casually and respond, "JC just called to let us know that we can come back in. But she told me that she needed to talk to us in her quarters."

His steel eyes slowly soften, but a glimmer of a glare still glowers heatedly within them. Once again, he swiftly jumps, and lands soundlessly on the ground. That pompous bastard.

I also jump off, but I don't land as neatly as Silver did, of course. My klutziness is a curse that I wish would just go away, but no, I'm the kid who always trips or knocks over stuff, no matter where I am. Thank Arceus for those insoles, or I would be a complete klutz.

Silver goes in through the window, and I follow suit. We walk through the room, passing the ever-sizzling plastic of the singed security cameras. I'm surprised that the plastic hasn't completely melted and oozed onto the floor yet. I feel somewhat guilty for destroying Pokémon Center properly, so to avoid future mess, I open my bag, and shuffle through it. Finding the metal pan I was looking for, I lay it directly underneath where the melted plastic might begin ooze. That way, JC doesn't have an even bigger mess to clean up.

I follow Silver into the lobby, where he is gazing around. I tap him on the shoulder again, and say,

"The Nurse's quarters are over here, dumbass."

Silver scowls, but follows me into JC's quarters. There, JC is sitting on the bed, her hands in her lap, almost timidly. Her rose eyes are focused on the ground. I find this very strange.

"So, what's up, JC", I ask hesitantly.

She looks up, but refuses to meet my eyes. "I just wanted to talk about the wanted poster thing…"

I raise an eyebrow, and respond, "Are you sure that JP is completely gone?"

She is about to answer, when suddenly, the door to the closet opens, and a disheveled JP comes hurling out of the closet, gun in hand. She quickly propels herself in front of the only exit (JC's quarters don't have windows), and yells loudly,

"Not so fast, dirt bags! I've got you surrounded!"

*JC's POV*

Okay, so this is not exactly what it looks like. No, I am not trying to get Calypso and Silver arrested. There is a purpose to this. But I wish JP didn't have to be so dramatic about everything.

Calypso and Silver instantly tense up at JP's appearance, and I look down at the floor again when I feel the burn of Silver's death glare on me. Then, as quickly as it was focused on me, it shifts onto Calypso, who doesn't appear to be affected by it.

"You see", Silver snarls to Calypso, "I never should have trusted any of you." He looks directly at me as he says the next part, "Now I know why snitch rhymes with bitch."

I lower my head again in shame, but this time, a different kind of expression is directed at me. I look up, and my rose eyes meet with Calypso's amethyst ones. They seem to be saying, 'Why would you do this to me? I thought we were friends!'

Calypso and Silver then turn around to face JP, who is still in her gun-shooting position in front of the door. She's still maintaining her composure, but I can tell that she's dying to let go of it.

Calypso and Silver glower at JP, which makes her start to lose composure. Suddenly, she bursts.

"Hahahahaha", she laughs as she puts her gun back in her hip-holster. "I cannot believe that you two fell for that", she continues laughing, and soon, her pale face is flushed, and tears are running down her face.

"What the hell is going on", Silver demands angrily.

"Haha, you guys thought that I was going to arrest you… haha", JP finishes, chuckling at the end. Then, she closes the door to my quarters, walks over to my bed, and slouches down on it.

Calypso looks completely confused, while Silver is just glaring at everyone, not sparing anybody of his death glare.

"JC, seriously, what the fuck is going on", Calypso asks tiredly.

I am about to speak, when JP cuts me off. "Look, I'm not going to arrest you guys. I talked to JC about you guys. There has to be some reason that you two did what you did, and besides, I'm under a gag-rule, so I can't tell anyone anything I learned about you guys, or the fact that JC has been helping you this whole time."

Calypso is now immensely confused, and she looks so exasperated by this whole thing, that she too goes over to the bed, and falls onto it.

"Could you two please explain to me what the fuck is going on", Calypso inquires.

"Yeah", I respond, and then I look to Silver, who is still standing and glaring, "You might want to sit down, this might take awhile…"

*Calypso's POV*

"So I thought that you and JP hated each other", I start as Silver finally sits his ass down on the bed, though purposely as far away from the rest of us as he can possibly reach without falling off.

"Well, we never really hated each other, it was just a case of intense dislike", JC says slowly.

JP gazes over at JC with a raised eyebrow. "What she's trying to say is that she used to be an Officer, but she left the Force to become a Nurse. She is awesome at whatever she does, and when I first became a trainee four years ago, she had just graduated the Police Academy. She was my role model, and during my trainee years, I wanted to be exactly like she was. She was disciplined, she was alert, and she was exactly the type of Officer a department dreams of housing. My sister, Jenny Charlotte, was in her year, and she was by no means ambitious or academically inclined. So I cast my sister away, and I started to idolize Jenny Cameron, here. But, three years ago, when she decided that she wanted to be a Nurse instead of an Officer, it broke my heart because I wanted to learn under her, and I wanted to work with her to become exactly like her. I became angry at the world, but my determination didn't waver, and I passed my Police Exam five months ago. When I heard that JC was the one who ran this center, I was so angry that I decided that I would waste my time down here on Route 32 just to torment her. I did it everyday, until now. That's why she hated me so much. But now I realize my mistakes, and I am so sorry about them. Thankfully, she has decided to forgive me, despite all of the horrible things I've done."

"Wow", I exclaim after she finishes, "I didn't know you two had such a long history."

JC and JP look at each other, and reply in synchronization, "We didn't know, either!"

I look over to Silver, who seems beyond irritated at this point.

"What does any of this have to do with the situation at hand?" He grumbles rudely.

JP puts her hands on her hips again, and gives Silver the stink-eye.

"Hey, buddy! I'm not the enemy, here! Actually, you should be grateful for me not immediately arresting your ass! If JC here weren't so nice, then I'd be putting your ass in the slammer as of now!"

Silver crosses his arms, and responds harshly, "Then why aren't you?"

"Yeah", I interrupt, "Why haven't you arrested us? We've seen the wanted posters. We both know you have enough evidence to do it."

JP sighs, and looks at the ground for a few seconds. Then, she speaks.

"I guess that the whole drama with JC changed me a bit, and gave me a different view on people who are portrayed as criminals. I mean, my Officer badge says that I'm a law-abiding citizen of the Johto region. It gives me the authority to make arrests, and other cool police privileges. But with that authority comes responsibility. And I hate to admit it, but I've abused my powers as an Officer. I've harassed JC ever since I graduated the Academy. And I'm lucky she hasn't called my higher-up to report me for it. When you're on the criminal spectrum of things, you find yourself more sympathetic towards others on that same spectrum. I guess that's what's happened to me."

I furrow my eyebrows, a bit confused.

"Well, if you're not going to arrest us, then what do you want?" I ask JP.

"What I want… is answers", she gestures to both Silver and I, "from both of you. I've given you both the benefit of the doubt, and if you two want me on your side, then I'm gonna need some explanations. I know the police are trying to charge both of you with theft. What I want to know is why. Oh, and, you", she points at me, "I'm gonna need some info on your family situation. Your wanted poster says that you're a runaway minor, and I'd like you to elaborate on that. That's all I want. But if you guys give me bullshit lies, then I'm gonna arrest you both, got it?"

I take this in before glancing at Silver to gauge his reaction. Amethyst and steel meet for a few seconds before I receive a subtle nod. I turn my gaze back to JP.

"That's reasonable", I reply, "for both of us. But, we do have some conditions before we talk."

JP rolls her eyes, and says playfully, "All right, what do you want?"

I snicker. "All we want is just the guarantee that you aren't recording us, and that you won't arrest us until you've heard everything we've had to say. Deal?"

JP smiles. "Deal."

Silver and I shake JP's hand to make the deal official. Then, I ask, "So, shoot. What do you want to know?"

"Well, I know your name is Calypso. Calypso Aspen Primrose, to be more specific. But your wanted poster says that your name is Gold, when I've been told differently", she says as she gestures to Silver, "What's your real name?"

"It's Silver." He says hesitantly.

JP nods. "Okay, but what's your full name?"

Silver grits his teeth. "I don't have one. My mother died when I was a toddler, and my father abandoned me when I was nine. I've been on my own for nine years. My mom named me Silver because of my silver eyes. That's the only thing I know about my ancestry."

JP's eyes widen. I guess she wasn't expecting such a tragic backstory. Although, to be honest, it doesn't surprise me. I think Silver's backstory fits him well. Though, I almost think that there's something more that Silver isn't telling us. But, hey, if there is, I'm not gonna point it out. That's his business, and JP doesn't seem to notice.

"All right. Wow. I'm sorry about your mother", JP says, shock obvious in her tone. She then turns to me. "So what's your tragic family backstory?"

I laugh mirthlessly, thinking of Gran, and her crazy ways. "Well, it's quite a long story."

"We have time", JP responds, "So go ahead."

I sigh, an irritated smile on my face, if that makes any sense.

"Well, I suppose I should start at the beginning. You know how my wanted poster says that my hometown is Cianwood City?"

All three of them nod, having seen my wanted poster.

"While the wanted posters say that, Cianwood isn't where I was actually born. I was born in Ecruteak City. As for my parents… I actually remember a lot about them. I know that my mom was at one time, a Kimono Girl. I also know that my dad worked as a fisherman, and that he was from Cianwood. I don't know how they met, but I do know that they got married a year before I was born, and my dad moved from Cianwood to Ecruteak to live with my mom, probably because of her affiliation with the Kimono Girls. They had me while they were living there. For a while, life for them, and eventually, me, went well. But, of course, life doesn't always go according to plan."

At this point of my story, both JC and JP are on the edge of their seats, the suspense almost too much for them. Silver isn't as affected as they are, but I can tell that my story has ensnared his interest.

I continue. "One day, my parents decided to go on a leisurely stroll through Route 42. Both of my parents were accomplished Pokémon trainers—my mom rather more than my dad—and they both had their Pokémon with them at the time. The Pokémon on that Route apparently aren't that high-leveled or dangerous. But this one Pokémon spotted my parents walking through the route. I know this Pokémon wasn't a native of this route, because it was way too high-leveled. I'm guessing that it was a Pokémon that some trainer had released. It attacked my parents before they even had any time to call out any of their Pokémon. They ended up drowning that day, and the police report called it accidental drowning. "

"Wait, then how do you know that it was a Pokémon that killed your parents?" JC asked.

"Well, when I was 13, I read this book on Pokémon, and I came upon an interesting species. It was the Pokémon, Hypno. I read about how Hypno are able to hypnotize people, and lead them away. I know my parents well enough that there was no way that both of them could accidentally drown, as they were both strong swimmers. They taught me how to swim. And neither of them would ever commit suicide, as they both loved life. I know that a Hypno hypnotized them, and caused them to drown. I could tell by the look of horror on their faces when their bodies were found. I was only four when they died."

Both JC and JP's mouths are agape. Silver doesn't openly react, but instead, his steely eyes widen subtly.

"Oh my Arceus, Calypso, I am so sorry you had to go through that! What happened after your parents died?" JP questions reluctantly.

"It's all right, I've gotten used to it. On the night that they died, Tina, my mom's best friend, and practically her sister, was babysitting me. When my parents didn't come home when they said they would, she became worried, especially because my mom was known to be perfectly punctual. She called the police, and my parents were reported as missing. It took the police around 8 hours, but they eventually found their bodies in the lake. Their funeral was a week after their bodies were found.

Of course, I became an orphan after their deaths, and someone had to be appointed as my new guardian. In my parents' will, it said explicitly that if anything ever happened to my parents, that Tina should become my guardian. And I had no problem with that, because I loved Tina just as much as I loved my parents. When my parents were alive, she practically lived with us, and she was a part of the family. She was best guardian a new orphan could possibly hope for. She was my guardian until she came along, and ruined everything…" I trailed off, the hatred in my tone obvious to everyone listening.

"Who is she", both JC and JP ask.

I sigh. "I typically don't talk about her if I don't have to, but I want you to know the hell she's put me through over the years. I need to talk about her. She's my dad's mother. My paternal grandmother. I call her Gran."

"Is she the one who listed you as a runaway minor?" JP asks.

I grit my teeth, and respond, "Yes. My grandmother is a very cautious, uptight, ignorant old hag of a woman with an irremovable stick up her ass. She always has been, even before my parents' death, and probably always will be. After my parents' death, she became even more so.

Of course, I told you that Tina became my guardian after their deaths because of their will. But just as Tina and I had just started to adjust to life without my parents, Gran travelled all the way from Cianwood City to claim me. She claimed that she was my 'rightful' guardian.

But Tina was no pushover. She flat out refused to give Gran custody of me, pointing out my parents' will. So Gran did what any respectable old hag would do."

"And what was that", JC asks, an amused expression on her face.

"She took Tina to court. Somehow, Gran has connections with people in the Johto judiciary. So she got the most conservative, old-fashioned bigoted geezer judge that she could to take the case."

"But even with the judge, how did your Gran get the case into the court in the first place? If it was your parents' wishes, then that should be the final decision." JP asks.

"Well, Gran appealed it on the grounds that she was blood-related to me, while Tina wasn't."

JC, JP, and even Silver look baffled at this particular fact. Silver speaks up, "I'm considered to be a hardened criminal in my own right, and even I know that that is some corrupted shit."

JC and JP glance at Silver with raised eyebrows. After a few seconds of this, Silver gives them both a death glare, and says sharply, "What? You know we were all thinking it."

I continue on. "Well, of course the judge was bound to be on my Gran's side. He already knew Gran before he took the case, but also, the minute he met Tina, he was prejudiced against her."

"Why was he prejudiced?" JC inquires.

"Well, while Tina was a very good guardian, her outward appearance suggested otherwise. She was really petite, around 4'11", but very heavily muscled. She was also very heavily tattooed and scarred because before she became friends with my mom, she was in a biker gang. She had short jet-black hair that she always wore in a small ponytail, and she always wore things like belted corsets, leather pants, and combat boots.

Because of that, the judge always ignored any good points that were made of Tina, and always highlighted her biker gang past, suggesting that it made her mentally unstable, and possibly violent. Also, he ignored all of Gran's obvious flaws, including the fact that she assaulted Tina when Tina wouldn't hand me over. After only two days of court, the judge granted custody to Gran, even though he saw me start to cry when I heard the verdict. I don't know how the man lives with himself after seeing me kicking and screaming bloody murder when the police officers dragged me away from Tina."

"As I said before, complete corrupted bullshit. Most of the Johto judiciary is." Silver says after a few moments of silence.

"What happened after the court decision?" JP asks.

"Gran dragged me kicking and screaming bloody murder back to Cianwood to live with her. She kept me locked up in the house most of the time, home-schooled me, and never let me outside unless I went shopping with her.

By the time I was ten, I had noticed that all of the other kids in Cianwood were always playing outside. Before then, I had always been too scared to ask Gran to go outside, because Gran has quite a temper. But I finally got the courage to ask her, and of course, she originally refused, because she was afraid that I would get hurt or sick.

But I was—and still am—a very clever and resourceful kid. I told her that the man at the famous Cianwood Pharmacy told me that kids who never go outside typically become sick more often than kids that do. I think the only reason she believed me was because I said it was the Pharmacy Guy who told me, and he has several medical degrees. So she let me play outside—but only under careful supervision. Still, I was grateful for those moments.

This may sound off topic, but my dad was into skateboarding. After he and Mom died, Gran inherited everything he owned, including his skateboard collection. One day, when I was bored, I decided to explore the house. I happened to come upon Dad's skateboard collection in the basement. I showed them to Gran, and asked her if I could try riding one. She responded in her regular way, saying no, and telling me that 'oh no, I could get hurt!' I begged her to let me ride one, but she still refused.

As a kid who always followed the rules, I found her decision completely unreasonable. So, that night, I tried to sneak outside to ride the skateboard. But, even as a kid, I was cursed with klutziness. I accidently knocked over a stack of books with the skateboard, and it woke her up.

To say she was pissed would be an understatement. She was so angry that she snapped the skateboard in half with her bare hands right there, in the middle of the night. She also forbade me from going outside for a week.

That night changed my life. Her unreasonable behavior pissed me off so much that I vowed that night that one day, I would escape from that prison, and until I did, I would make her life a living hell. I hated her, and my life. Actually, I didn't know what hate was until that night."

At this point, no one dares to speak, the hatred in my tone almost having a paralyzing effect on everyone. Well, almost everyone.

"She's not lying. Well, at least about hating her Gran. You know, I never thought I'd find a person who hates someone as much as I hate my father. But here you are." Silver breaks the silence as he speaks to me, the hate in his tone matching mine in intensity.

I nod silently and continue on.

"I stayed true to my vow. I tried multiple times to escape, but my curse of klutziness never allowed me to execute it properly. Also, every time Gran caught me sneaking out, she would snap a skateboard. So, for the sake of the skateboards, I stopped trying to escape. But, I did make her life hell."

Silver raises an eyebrow. "Define hell."

"Well, I started out by making random little possessions of hers go missing.

The first thing to go was a gold ring of hers. It wasn't a particularly important ring, mainly because I wanted to test her reactions before I did anything really bold. So, one night, I managed to sneak into her room undetected, and steal the ring. The next day, when she took me shopping with her, I told her that I needed to use the bathroom. She let me go, but she made sure I wasn't going anywhere by waiting outside the bathroom for me. I was eleven at the time, so I had just started wearing training bras. I had the ring hidden in my bra."

JC and JP chuckle. "Way to demonstrate the proper use of the bra." JP says, while laughing.

I grin at her. "Thanks! Well, anyway, while I was in the bathroom stall, I put the ring in that little metal box that women put used tampons in. I can tell you now that the employee who was in charge of cleaning out those boxes wasn't there after that day, for obvious reasons.

It took a few days for Gran to notice that the ring was missing. She asked me if I knew where it was. I told her no, so she guessed that she just misplaced it somewhere. She never did find that ring."

JC laughs, and says, "That sounds exactly like something you would do. Is that where you learned all your hilarious pranks?"

I smile. "Of course! If people are being assholes, then I'm going to mercilessly prank their asses. Anyway, back to the story.

After the ring, I decided to be a bit bolder. I stole an old lady perfume of Gran's. It was a really bad perfume, and she used it all the time, so she'd always smell like an old hag. It was really daring of me, especially because it was a perfume that her mother gave to her. I was eleven when I did this, too.

Instead of doing it during the night, I decided to do it during the day for an added thrill. On that day, Gran was busy making a very temperamental soufflé dinner. There was a very lengthy and detailed list of steps that she had to follow if she wanted it to come out right. And that day, she had to make sure it was right, because for once, she had invited her harpy friends over. So, that's when I struck.

I snuck into her room again, and stole the perfume while she was occupied with the soufflé. I unscrewed the bottle, and as an added 'Fuck you', I dumped the remaining perfume onto her old dinosaur computer. I then put the empty bottle back into her room, hoping that she would think that she used all of it. She did, and was quite puzzled the next day when the computer crashed."

JC and JP start laughing hysterically, and I even see Silver snickering a bit. When they stop, JP asks me,

"Since you're here with us now, you somehow escaped. How did you do it?"

"Well, in order to escape, I had to win Gran's trust first, because I couldn't sneak out of the house. So, starting when I was 15, I began to behave properly. I never played tricks, I didn't try to escape, and for a year, I acted like a model child. On my sixteenth birthday, Gran began to trust me enough that she started letting me go outside without supervision, and she let me 'play' with the other kids."

"Why did you say play in that tone?" JP asks curiously.

"Because I really wasn't playing. I was actually picking fights with them, and sometimes, beating them up."

Silver finally bursts into laughter, surprising all of us. JC and JP are looking at me in disapproval. I shrug my shoulders at them, and respond,

"Hey, those little fuckers deserved it. They are spoiled rotten brats who were always bragging about what their rich relatives from other regions would buy them. And they were always calling me names! Oh, look, it's the witch! Watch out for the loony insane asylum patient! They picked on me just because Gran is zubat-shit insane! Just because she's crazy doesn't mean I am too! They're nothing but judgmental bastards!"

JP seems shocked by my harshness, but neither JC nor Silver bat an eyelash. JP looks at both of them, and asks,

"Does she normally talk like that?"

JC nods, while Silver jumps at the opportunity to insult me. "Yeah, she's just a bitch like that."

I flip him the bird, which makes JC laugh, and shocks JP a little more. "Don't you have a story to be telling?" She questions playfully.

"Oh yeah. So, one day, Gran let me outside unsupervised. So I walked down to the Cianwood Pharmacy to buy some medicine for her, because she had a sinus infection. While I was there, I struck up a conversation with the Pharmacy Guy. I told him all about my situation at home, and how zubat-shit insane Gran is. I also told him about my escape plans. To my surprise, he believed me! He told me that he always thought that Gran was crazy, and that he would help me escape.

So, we conspired together to get me the hell out of there. When I told him that I always wanted to be a Pokémon Trainer like my parents, he taught me the basics of being a Pokémon Trainer, even though I didn't have any Pokémon. I started making weekly visits to talk to him. Our conversations are what kept me sane for a while.

Then, about a week before I escaped, I made my weekly visit to Pharmacy Guy. But it was that particular visit that changed my life for the better.

Pharmacy Guy told me that he had a friend that was traded a Pokémon that ended up hating him. The guy that traded it to him refused to trade back, so he was stuck with the Pokémon. Pharmacy Guy told him about my situation, however, and how badly I wanted a Pokémon. So, he gave the Pokémon to Pharmacy Guy, to give to me.

I know JC and Silver have seen her, but as for you", I say to JP, "That Pokémon is a Murkrow. I named her Spirit, because it was my spirit that kept me sane for all of those years.

Thankfully, she came in a Poké Ball, so I was able to hide her from Gran. When I went outside, I would let her out to stretch her wings and play.

However, because she is a forest-dwelling Pokémon, she hated the beach environment, but she tolerated it for me. Actually, Pharmacy Guy told me that Spirit had hated every single person that ever owned her, even for the smallest amount of time. He also told me that before him, that she had had a total of 10 owners or trainers. For some strange reason, she likes me. I guess 12 is a lucky number. She is the best starter Pokémon I could of ever hoped for.

On the day of the escape, Gran had to travel to Goldenrod City for jury duty. By that time, she trusted me enough to leave me home alone. That was her mistake, and my miracle.

The day before, I told Pharmacy Guy that Gran had to go to Goldenrod; he told me that it was the perfect opportunity to escape. He told me to meet him the next day by the shore near the Pharmacy, along with everything I wanted to take with me. So, the next morning, Gran left for Goldenrod at 8am.

About an hour after she left, I gathered up all of my stuff, including my dad's best skateboard. I also collected several basic necessity items, like soap, paper towels, etc. Then, I broke into her safe, and stole 10,000 of her life savings. I also took an old blanket of my mom's, several items for pranks, most of her more valuable jewelry, and the old Army knife that had belonged to my grandfather before he died."

"Well, there's the theft charge." JP mutters.

I laugh. "Theft? I looked up the value of all the items I stole, and according to the Johto Crime Association website, I could be charged with Grand Larceny! Besides, I did more than just steal stuff…"

JP glances back at me, an alarmed expression on her face. "Calypso, what did you do?!"

Silver, whose expression is amused, tells JP, "Well, she mentioned to me once that she could be charged with several counts of Destruction of Property…"

JP whips her head back around to look at me. "Calypso! This is serious! WHAT DID YOU DO AFTER YOU RAIDED HER HOUSE?"

I raise my eyebrows, and shrug. "Well, he's not wrong. I basically trashed the place in a blind rage. In my defense, I think I was legally insane at the time it happened. But among other destructive things, I distinctly remember using my grandfather's golf clubs to shatter the TV screen, and all the mirrors, dumping all of Gran's old lady perfumes onto the gas burners on the kitchen stove, pocketing the bottles with precious metal and gems on them, throwing the worthless ones at the wall, shattering them, writing offensive words on the walls in permanent marker, drawing moustaches and devil horns on every picture of her in the house with permanent marker, cutting holes in all of her clothes… and probably a lot of other stuff that I can't remember… I was so enraged. After I was done, I went to the shore like Pharmacy Guy wanted me to. To my surprise, he had a friend of his get a ferry for me to take to New Bark Town. He told me to go to Elm's lab to get a Trainer's license, and a Pokémon. So, that's what I did. That was two days ago."

All of them are looking at me as if I am insane now, well, except for Silver. Silver is the only one who seems to have any sympathy for me at the moment. Must be a criminal thing.

"My Arceus, Calypso, no wonder the police are looking for you! Grand Larceny and Destruction of Property! You could be facing up to 20 years in prison!" JC exclaims, shock evident in her tone.

I give them all a stony expression. "Look, I know this may sound sociopathic, but I'm not sorry for anything that happened that day. I don't feel sorry for what I did to her and that house. They mean nothing to me. All that hag will ever mean to me is a horrible bitch that ripped me away from the perfect life I could've had with my favorite person in the world. She locked me up in that prison of a house for the majority of my life, and never allowed me to express who I am. I hope that every time she looks at the pictures on her walls, or thinks of the objects that I destroyed, she remembers that it's all her fault. She is the one who imprisoned me. If she didn't want me to fuck up her life, then she shouldn't have left me alone in that house."

Silver is the only one who doesn't look like he is ready to shit bricks. JC and JP seem to think I should be in an asylum.

Silver notices the astonished expressions on JC and JP's faces, and to my surprise, he speaks up in my defense.

"Don't look at her like that. I don't know about you two, but I've been in blind rages many times, and half of the time, you don't know what's happening until everything is over and done. Actually, JP, from what you told me, when you found out that JC left the Police Force to become a Nurse, you had a blind rage that caused you to go onto harass JC ever since you graduated. I don't think you have room to talk. While I may think Calypso is a giant pain in the arse, I think there's a reason she did the things she did. And I don't blame her for doing any of those things. What her grandmother did to her is completely inhumane and unacceptable, even for someone as hardened as me. So, instead of arresting her for wanting her human right of freedom, be useful and arrest the people who really need to be in prison."

Both JC and JP's jaws drop to the ground at the sound of Silver defending me. Actually, my jaw dropped a little bit, too.

JP regains control over her jaw, and replies back to Silver, sharply, "People like you?"

Silver shrugs, and says, "If you want to try and arrest me, go ahead. But I'm not responsible for any injuries I cause in the process."

JP grits her teeth. "You do realize that I'm trying to help you and Calypso avoid getting arrested, right? You have some nerve talking to me like that when I could be the difference between you staying free, or going to prison."

Silver looks her straight in the eye, and responds, "Look, I am perfectly able to avoid the police on my own. Calypso and JC just thought that you, having done criminal acts yourself, would be sympathetic to our plights, and would want to help us out of the good of your heart. I guess they were wrong."

JP instantly flushes red. She looks down at the ground before slowly turning her head back up, but avoiding eye contact with any of us.

"I'll help you", she murmurs quietly, "because I realize what blind rage can do. With my low rank, I don't know if I can make the charges go away by myself, but I can try talking to my superior officer about you guys. I'll tell her about Calypso's family history, and that might gain you sympathy. But I'll need some explanation for the Pokémon theft."

"Well, I took Dusk because—" I start to explain before JP swiftly cuts me off.

"Oh no, not you", she exclaims, "I already know the entire situation with you, Dusk, and Monica. I'm the one she filed the theft report with. I fully believe that Monica was abusing Dusk, even if it probably wasn't physical abuse. Verbal abuse is still abuse, and we can have Dusk testify if it goes into court. No, I was talking about you." She ends, turning towards Silver.

Silver shrugs casually again, as if the theft charges mean nothing to him.

JP sweat drops a little. I can tell she's getting a little irritated by Silver's lack of concern. When she speaks, her voice is slightly shaky from anger.

"For the last time, I am trying to help you. I don't know if you understand my predicament, but there is a possibility that I could get fired for this. I am over stretching my authority in order to try and save your ass. So if you don't give me some sort of logical reasoning as to why you stole Professor Elm's Totodile, then I can't do anything for you."

Silver looks ready to blow up on her, but he grits his teeth to cool off. After finally being able to speak without yelling, Silver replies, in a steady tone,

"Look, I appreciate what you're trying to do for me. However, I, as an individual, do not need your help, nor do I want it. Put all of your energy into saving Calypso's ass, because she probably needs it more than I do. I have my own ways of avoiding arrest, and I can say confidently that they are effective, because I've had to use them for nine years in order to survive. Thank you for offering."

JP is still stunned by his lack of wanting help, but she just shrugs.

"Okay", JP says nonchalantly, "I won't arrest you this time, and I'll leave this Pokémon Center without telling anyone what transpired here. But if I happen to spot you while I'm with any other officers, I have no choice but to try and arrest you."

"That's fine." Silver replies.

And with that, JP gazes at all of us, and I realize that this is a totally different person than the Officer Jenny that we heard of not even four hours ago. JP seems more mature, like you would expect an Officer Jenny to be. I smile at her beautiful transformation.

"I'm going to Violet City to talk to my superior officer. Calypso, stay out of trouble, and keep away from the police until I tell you that you're in the clear. Here's my personal Poké Gear number. I'll call you", JP says as we register our numbers. She then turns to Silver.

"And as for you, the same thing I told Calypso. I don't know if I'll be able to ignore you if you come within my eyesight again."

Silver almost lets a smile fly, but he quickly suppresses it. "Duly noted."

"Good."

Silver, JC, and I then proceed to escort JP to the lobby, where she waves before walking outside, hopping on her bike, and zooming off.

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