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hillerskalibrary · 1 year ago

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Event poll results!

(summary version)

So last week I opened a poll to check what kind of YR fandom events you guys wanted to see and the respondents were... how shall I put it... "very excited" is most applicable I think? ;)

Because I'm a nerd who likes to analyze the results but also doesn't want to chase her entire following away, I'm going to make two result posts:

This post, where I will summarize the results as succint as I can, and address some of the remarks and suggestions that I received. I'll also make a conclusion on what I would suggest to do - feedback on that is certainly welcome!

A second post (which I'll link when I finish it, most likely tomorrow or even after cause I'm slow as fuck) with some more graphs, percentages, observations, cause I don't know shit about statistics but that won't stop me from having fun with it!

Fair warning - it's pretty long. I just find it easier to explain a little about the decisions I'm (not) taking, both to invite discussion and because I don't want this to be a black box blog that does whatever and you never know why. That being said...

Ready? Let's go!

RESULTS

I received 72 responses, 36 writers and 36 readers.

The top 3 most wanted events by READERS is: Big Bang (89%), Theme Week (86%), and Weekly Challenges (83%). The event they were least excited about is Author Interviews (56%).

The top 3 events writers most want to PARTICIPATE in is, in order: Author Interviews (69%), Theme Week (64%), and Fic Exchange (61%). The events they DO NOT want to participate in are Author Interviews (25%), very closely followed by Big Bang and Advent (both 22%).

READERS were (very) slightly more excited about a Wilmon theme week rather than a general YR week. WRITERS clearly preferred a general YR week. For both groups, a YR women week comes in third, and rarepair week is fourth.

All types of weekly writing challenges suggested scored similarly.

(I know some of these seem contradictory, which I why I'll make the second post explaining how I calculated these rankings and why -for example- Author Interviews are both the most AND the least popular event for writers ;) )

SUGGESTIONS

A lot of people wrote in suggestions, which I was SUPER happy about (I closed the form now but if you have any more, please just hit my inbox or DM me at @hilliska). A few people also offered to help, which I'm definitely gonna hold you to when decisions are starting to get made! ;)

Many people were excited about possible collabs between writers and artists.

"What about a "finish your draft/wip" or "write a new chapter on a wip". I have so many languishing WIPs…" I think this is an EXCELLENT idea tbh - though we could incorporate it in the big bang by allowing wips as well. Also, as an FYI, there is also a (non-fandom-specific) Finish Your Shit-Big Bang that takes place every year (though this year's round is close to posting already) ;).

"I’d also love to see more Podfic in this fandom, but I don’t know how that could be an event." I have zero experience with podfic but this does sound (ha!) like it could be fun. Maybe someone has experience with this from a different fandom? (honestly I'd love to experiment with this so hmu)

"Authors sign up to take one shot requests or readers get to write a prompt. Or if readers could submit or vote on prompts or something? Or readers submit a song and author writes a one shot based on a song. Something like that where readers can be involved too :)" We could also easily incoporate this in a big bang - do a prompt bang or a reverse bang (fic based on art) for example? Or maybe involve readers in the weekly challenges, by suggesting tropes/words/... ?

"Write a comment on a fic-week!" Yessss!!!! I am like... 95% sure there is a tumblr-wide event for this already but I can't for the life of me find it. So I could signal boost that or yeah, we could just pin a day ourselves :).

"Group chat/watch" I'm afraid I'm not the right person to organize this kind of thing, but if you've been thinking of doing this and you were afraid no one would be interested - this is your sign!! ;)

"live writing event" Same as above - though I do think there's some discords where this happens already?

"Some sort of collab, where authors get to write a fic together." This could definitely be fun! There is currently one that originated on Twitter called Unlabeled - I don't know all the writers but I recognize at least @yourdemiurge, @skydragon05, @1-life-to-give, and @in-amor-veritas. Which obviously doesn't help if you're a writer wanting to collab, but at least there's people with experience in this fandom ;).

"Maybe a poetry week?" I don't even write poetry but I'm obsessed with this suggestion. Could also be a writing challenge? Not sure about a whole week either, but there's World Poetry Day in March so maybe that can be a mini-event?

"Something not fic centered? Like fanart, edits, cosplay etc." This is one of those things that I'm throwing out there for other people to run with, maybe, because. Well, I'm a writer and I know fic, but I really don't know much about the rest... Which is not to say I don't want to (help) run anything like this because it definitely could be fun, but it's a little out of my wheelhouse. But maybe @youngroyalsfanartarchive can help or knows people who would?

And now what??

Consider the below not as a definitive list but as a stream-of-consciousness conversation starters, so don't hesitate to send me your thoughts.

I will definitely do a Big Bang. Prompt-based or art-based or wip-based or something else remains to be decided, but this will happen. It will not happen NOW, however, because we don't know when season 3 will air. Big Bangs are big events, they ask a lot from writers, and if the s3 premiers at any time between signups and publications, it's going to make everything more difficult. But there was sufficient interest by writers to participate, so once we got a s3 date I want to put a timeline on this.

I'm talking with people about a possible YR women's week. The general/Wilmon week scored higher in the polls, but since we already had that in spring I'd like to switch it up a little.

I would like to do *something* for the anniversary of s2. Don't want to go regular theme week for this because of the above possibility, but maybe the not-fic-centered event could be good for this - we could do favorite episode/favorite non-wilmon character/... which are things that non-content-creators can also participate in by writing a short paragraph, reblogging gifsets/art of that episode/character, ... "Finish your wip" would also be a good one for this though :)

The people behind the 2023 Secret Santa will not organize one this year, but I don't really want to jump in that, necessarily, because there's enough other possibilities and they might be back. But a Valentine fic exchange could maybe work?

The advent calendar idea drew mixed reactions (maybe because it's less well known?) and while I do think it could be fun, there's enough other things that people are excited about, so I'm putting it in the freezer for now.

The weekly challenges also drew mixed reactions - both readers and writers were excited to see them happen, but only a third of writers said they would definitely/probably participate. Then again, half of them said they would POSSIBLY participate. Maybe because it's an ongoing thing, so they don't want to promise they'd participate EACH WEEK but only sometimes? So I'm not sure about this (also because it would significantly up the time required to maintain the blog). So I'd love more feedback on this to see which shape or form you guys would like this to take.

Fic recs scored solidly in the middle of the possibilities for both reader and writers. I wanted to include it because I was curious, but I'm a little hesitant to really do something with it, mostly because it often ends up being a popularity contest and. Well. We already know how to sort by kudos/comments on AO3. So I'm curious to hear other people's experiences on how to maybe circumvent that.

The Author Interviews were the most contested event - even (or rather *especially* among writers (and I secretly think it's hilarious the most wanted event by writers is the one that doesn't require them to write at all :D). I do think it could be fun (though I admit this is a format mostly geared towards writers) to help other writers to find other people to collaborate with, find betas, learn about different writing processes, ... And a self-rec feature would allow for fic recs without the popularity factor. So I'll most likely run this as a (bi-)weekly feature alongside the other events.

#young royals #library managment #this took me way too long jc #I promise there will be graphs but it'll be later. okay? ;)#and again this is a conversation starter #please let me know what you think

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l0velyrand0m · 5 months ago

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Old Soul - The First Avenger

This is the second chapter for my captain america/bucky barnes fic (full story on wattpad, l0velyrand0m). Posting the second chapter to see if i get any interest, if so i'll continue posting, but the main story is linked below.

The first chapter is also pinned at the top of my blog <3

"Hey there, grumpy," Bucky said, finally catching up to Eliza as she strided confidently down the street. "Mind if I walk with you?"

"Screw you, Bucky," she retorted in reference to the "grumpy" comment. She wasn't grumpy, she was pissed off. And she had every right to be.

"Maybe later," he replied, making her scoff. "Look, remember earlier when I said you were twenty-four? So he couldn't control you? Same goes for him."

"But I'm protecting him, Bucky," she strained, tears threatening her eyes. She sucked in a deep breath. Elizabeth Rogers didn't cry. "There's a difference. He's gonna get himself killed."

And then it hit him. Why Eliza had been so adamant about Steve's enlisting. About his lies. About his sacrifice. She was scared to lose him like she'd lost the rest of her family. And to an understandable extent - she would be alone.

"Lizzy, look," Bucky said softly, taking her hand in his. "It's gonna be okay. I swear to you. They're not gonna take him. He's not physically capable of doing that. But if you don't take this position. You're gonna regret it."

"I know," she sighed. "He'd be mad-"

"No, Liz," Bucky stopped her. "He's gonna be so proud of you."

Eliza raised her head and looked at Bucky in the eyes. Her own brimmed with hot tears that threatened to spill. Her lip trembled.

Bucky took her in his arms as she let out a small sob. "I can't lose him too. I can't lose either of you."

"Neither of us are going anywhere, doll. You gotta believe in us."

•••

"Welcome to camp, Miss Rogers. I'm Chester Phillips," the colonel said as he took Eliza's hand, and shook it firmly.

"It's an honor, Colonel," she replied.

"This is Agent Peggy Carter, she's here to supervise the division."

"Basically, I'm your boss," she said with a genuine smile. Her accent caught Eliza off guard at first, but it was certainly nice for the ears. "But somehow I think you'll be the only other competent person in this camp."

The Colonel walked away, leaving Peggy and Eliza to walk to the different tents.

"As the division's mobile nurse, you'll hang around me and take care of the boys as you see fit," Peggy explained, handing Eliza a clipboard with some personal files on all the soldiers.

The two girls came up on a line of soldiers waiting for their orders.

"Recruits, attention!" Peggy yelled, grabbing everyone's attention. "Gentlemen, I'm Peggy Carter. I supervise all operations for this division."

"What's with the accent, Queen Victoria?" one of the men shouted, a sly smirk on his mouth. "I thought I was signing up for the U.S. Army."

"What's your name, soldier?" Peggy requested, calling out the special soul in the crowd, this made Eliza snicker quietly. She'd gathered enough information on Peggy in the few minutes she'd been talking with her to know what was going to happen to the guy.

"Gilmore Hodge, your majesty," he said sarcastically.

"Step forward, Hodge," Peggy instructed. And he did so, smirking. "Put your right foot forward."

"Hmm," he hummed. "We gonna wrassle? 'Cause I got a few moves I know you'll like."

Peggy punches Hodge hard in the face, causing him to physically inch back a couple paces, clutching his nose.

"Agent Carter," Colonel Phillips says as he drives up.

"Colonel Phillips," she greeted.

"I see you're breaking in the candidates. That's good!" he turned to Hodge, who was still very much in shock from Peggy's surprise introduction. "Get your ass up out of that dirt and stand in that line at attention 'til somebody comes tells you what to do."

"Yes sir," Hodge apologizes quickly, running back into line.

Phillips now turned his attention to the recruits in line. "General Patton has said that wars are fought with weapons, but they are won by men. We are going to win this war because we have the best men..." Phillips trailed off as he noticed one of the men were shorter, much more frail looking than the rest. Eliza felt a pit grow in her stomach as she looked down at her clipboard and sifted through the pages.

Steven Grant Rogers

Brooklyn, New York

07/04/1918

Her head shot back up as she scowled at her brother, making dead eye contact as Phillips spoke. He finally took notice, cringing as she burned a hole in his head with her angry gaze.

"But every army starts with one man," Phillips says, catching Eliza's attention again. "By the end of the week, we will choose that man. He will be the first in a new breed of Super Soldiers."

•••

"Are you crazy?!" Eliza reprimands as she follows Steve to his barracks. "What the- What did I tell you? Did that whole angry outburst mean nothing to you Steve?"

"It meant you don't believe in me."

"Oh for Christ's sake, stop doing this. Stop putting words in my mouth. You're being very unreasonable right now."

"Sometimes I wish you would swear, so I could tell how you really felt."

"Oh trust me, I'd get us both kicked out of this camp if I was swearing right now. I can't believe you!"

"I don't wanna hear this."

"Well you're gonna!"

"Rogers!"

"What?" the twins said in unison as they turned to look at Peggy Carter.

"Agent Carter, I apologize," Eliza spoke quickly.

"Me too," Steve added.

"Okay.. Elizabeth, come with me. You.. off to wherever you need to be. Bye now," Peggy waved him off. "What was that?"

"Nothing. Unreasonable patient," she shrugged.

"I can tell the Colonel to have him sent-"

"No! Well..." Eliza had to think about her next words very carefully. Or there was a good chance she wouldn't be speaking to her brother any time soon, and not just because he was now in the military. "No. It's fine. I'll speak with Erskine about it later. What did you need?"

"Hodge is in the infirmary and requests that you look at his nose," Peggy said with a roll of her eyes. "He's fine, I didn't punch him that hard."

Eliza chuckled, "Yeah, I'm sure. I'll be over there as soon as I can. Thank you."

"No problem," she replied. "We leave in about fifteen for a bit of running practice for the men. You have to come to make sure none of them keel over and die."

"One of em might," Eliza muttered bitterly.

"Pardon?"

"Nothing. Gotta go attend to the crybaby, I'll see you in ten."

Eliza rushed to the infirmary tent, ducking through the opening to see Hodge complaining to one of her assistant nurses about his nose and the tiny trickle of blood that trailed down his upper lip.

"Gilmore Hodge, my pleasure," Eliza strained. Ever since his little theatrical performance, she decided she didn't much care for Hodge.

"How-do-ya-do, doll?"

The term felt weird hearing it from his mouth. The last person to call her that was Bucky. Whom she was beginning to miss ever since he left after their walk only just about a week ago.

"It's Nurse Rogers, for you, Hodge. Please," she told him.

"How about Lizzy? Liz?"

"Absolutely not. We're done here. Shut your mouth before I get Phillips to send you home. Got it?"

"Spunky. I love it. We'll talk soon, Liz," he says as he got up and walked out.

She was livid with the man. The audacity to take her name. Her nickname from Bucky, and drag it around so carelessly. Somehow, it hurt much more than she expected it to. Bucky was her best friend, and basically an older brother to the two. When he told her not to let anyone call her any derivative of "Liz" or "Lizzy" back when he coined the nickname in the first place... it made her want to punch Hodge. Right where Peggy had before.

But she didn't have time to chase him down just to scold him. He'd enjoy that. And she wasn't going to give him the time of day.

She took in a deep breath, packed her kit, and headed towards Peggy in the jeep next to the starting point of the recruit's run.

"So how was Hodge?" Peggy asked. "Dream man?"

"I'll kill him myself if he doesn't do so in the trench," Eliza chided.

"Oh damn," Peggy smiled. "I love your attitude. I can tell how well working with you is gonna go."

Eliza smiled at Peggy with a feeling of worth.

This was the start of a wonderful friendship.

•••

"That flag means we're only at the halfway point," Sergeant Duffy explained, his voice extremely loud. Eliza wondered how his vocal cords still worked at this rate. "First man to bring it to me gets a ride back with Agent Carter. Move, move!"

Eliza sighed. "Don't worry," Peggy said, leaning over so she was heard. "No one's come close to getting that flag in 17 years I've heard. No one's getting a ride back with us."

"Rogers! I said fall in!" Sergeant Duffy yelled. Eliza whipped her head around to see her brother pull a pin at the bottom of the pole. The pole toppled over, the flag brushing against the ground about seven feet from him.

He strolled over, unhooked the flag, and handed it to Sergeant Duffy (who looked as if he'd seen a ghost) with a small "Thank you, sir". He climbed in the car and sat on the other side of Peggy, who was grinning uncontrollably and watching the Sergeant's reaction with glee.

The others continued running off, and the car drove away.

"Smartass," Eliza mumbled. Steve caught her word however, and his face dropped. He leaned back in the seat and let his hands fall in his lap.

"Don't let her get to you. She doesn't like anyone in this division," Peggy told him. "That was rather clever of you."

"Thank you, ma'am, but I don't think that's why she's upset with me."

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neptuniadoesstuff · 2 months ago

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HorrorTober (G0r3/Spook) + MO: Month | Day 2

TW/CW: Bl00d/G0r3 (a censored out human brain) & Cannibalism (well soon to be Cannibalism but still)

If you don't know what this is, well.... It's part 2 (timeline wise) of Day 1. & yeh it's kinda rough on the edges but I wanted to finish this that day so I can post it today.

(Btw NOT gonna post a link to the uncensored cut of the i,age bcs frik u I ain't gonna get murked by someone reporting this EVEN THOUGH I PUT WARNINGS IN LIKE ON TOP)

Note: I DO N O T SUPPORT CANNIBALISM OR THE MYORDER/EATING OF SOMEONE! THIS IS ALL FOR A EVENT IM DOING THIS M O N T H .

<<< First Day (Day 1) | < Last Day (Day 1) | Current Day (Yur Here lol) | Next Day (Day 3) > | Final Day (Unknown) >>>

Credits

Character belongs to Rayark & Archpray

Art is mine.

Program: IbisPaint

Bubs' TOS: Plz don't repost/steal, trace, or recolor my art WITHOUT MY PERMISSION! If you do, I'll take yur femur and pelvis.. SO, DON'T THINK ABOUT IT! (The PNS on my blog's pinned post clearly means "Please No Steal" plz follow that rule.) If you do post my art on anything like yur blog or somewhere else (With my permission) PLEASE CREDIT ME!

#neptuniadoesstuff #art #mo: astray #Jeremiah Greenbel (MO: Astray)#TW/CW: Gore #CW/TW: Cannibalism #HorrorTober #MO: Month

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elprupneerg · 2 months ago

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i just realized i should probably make a pinned post. i've got an about page, but that only shows up if you visit my blog url directly (and is also out of date lmao).

you can call me elprup or elprupneerg on here. some of my mutuals know me irl so they know my irl names and might use those. if i don't know you irl, kindly ignore that lol.

i use any neopronoun. yes even the one you just made up in your head now. yes even the misspelled one you used while attempting to use one of the more common sets of pronouns. i will also accept use of they/them, but i'd prefer if people used me to practice neopronouns so that they can get used to those in case any of their friends comes out and prefers a specific one. just do your best and i'll be super happy that you tried <3

i'm a mid 20s college student in the midwest united states. i've probably shared enough on here to make it obvious where Exactly in the midwest, but i don't feel comfortable putting it directly at the top of my blog. if you wanna dox me you have to dig for it <3

i'm disabled and may have trouble remembering to respond to any asks/dms/other notifications. its not you, its me. memory problems and brain fog are the name of the game, even when i'm not stressed from classes. i still enjoy messages! i just might not remember to answer halfway through a conversation.

i don't have any money. i can't help you. i'm sorry.

various links and stuff:

buy me a coffee: https://ko-fi.com/elprupneerg

i was on cohost (long live eggbug!). not gonna link it here since i'm not sure how that will work when the site shuts down at the end of the year, but i was elprupneerg on there too. once i know how archive link stuff works i'll add one here

[to be edited later]

i can't really think of anything else to add. thanks for reading!

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callsigndragon · 2 years ago

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Ok so!

I wrote a couple of stories on wattpad and wanna bring them over here. How do you do all the things for your stories like master lists and all that?

Help me im uneducated 😂

Don't worry love! We all were uneducated once.

It's very simple! A masterlist is just a normal post, with links. How do we add a link? With this magic button.

You select a word, a line, or whatever you want to link, you click the button and then you add the link. And that's it!

Once you have the masterlist, you search the post in your page, press the three dots button and it should say something along the lines of 'pin post' or something like it. Like you would do with a tweet. That's gonna make the post to appear on the top of your page.

Linking a post in your bio is a bit more difficult, but let me know of you want to do it and I'll explain you how with more details.

Moodboards, headers, text dividers like this

I make them with Canva/Picsart and the pics I use are mostly from pinterest. That's easy.

Now, let me give you some advice. If you're starting to publish on Tumblr, my advice is that you don't link your masterlist in your post. Well, don't put links in posts you want to see under the tags. The page isn't working as it should lately and that's why i don't link Seeing Red's masterlist in any post. It breaks the tags, and your post won't appear anywhere 🙄

And... that's pretty much it. If you have any doubt, you know where to find me!

#jinx answers

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fourseasonsfigs · 2 years ago

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Squat Bands Zhe

Ah, this fig. Just when I think that I can't be surprised by any fig maker, they come out with this jewel of a fig.

The machine translation for this fig is hilarious. Let me introduce you to Superbuy's auto translate feature:

I opted not to use that fig name translation as the fig post name, and only time will tell if I regret it or not!

Moving on, here's the inspiration behind this inspired fig:

Now I will say I have done these before, and they are brutally painful, so kudos to our strong and athletic Zhang Laoshi.

Much like his namesake, this tough guy stayed strong during shipping and there was no breakage at all!

Don't think I don't absolutely love the Air Jordan logo with the juzipi, because I sure do.

Also love the moons in his eyes and the utterly delightful expression. Zhang Zhehan Fengzi indeed!

Just in case anyone doubted what on what fandom this fig maker belonged to, here we have it right on his shorts!

All I could think of when having this fig at enormous size up on my screen as I adjusted the exposure level was, please don't let my husband look over at my screen. Not that I have anything to be ashamed of, because I don't! But there are just times you'd really rather not explain things.

Tangentially, I'll say I'm impressed at how the fig maker executed on those workout bands. Nice crisp and clean execution on them, much like Zhehan's form on these squats.

It doesn't help my undercover intentions that I keep giggling every time I look at this fig!

Oops, there's a bit of overspray between his ear and the shirt. But let's be honest, no one is gonna be looking up at his neck.

Oh interesting, the factory put a little groove in the leg so they could fit the band around them. Makes sense!

And now we're back around!

I don't even know which Gong Jun figure I'm gonna pair this one with.

As a side note, I like how the fig maker modeled his shorts to have some motion at the bottom. We can definitely tell he's in motion, squatting away!

Not much to see from the top...

...and from the top back side, well, we see a backside...

This fig just came in a plain white box, so no box art here, but the card looks great! Zhehan is there sweating, surrounded by workout gear and ... a bowling ball and pin? Interesting!

Material: Resin and a whole lot of effort

Fig Count: 264

Scene Count: 19

Rating: Stay Strong, everyone!

[link back to Master Fig Index for more posts]

#junzhe #zhang zhehan #woh cast #word of honor cast #shl cast #figthusiast

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itslenagain · 1 year ago

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(I'm too lazy to keep linking every single post at the top so I'm just gonna link part 1 & the previous part from now on, will add next buttons as new posts are published. Not 100% sure how many more posts are coming but I'm really enjoying writing this!)

[ Part 1 / Part 7 ]

*Content note for discussion of pregnancy loss & infertility*

PART 8

Bev *hates* Wyoming.

She's rushing through the airport to her gate, dialing a number as she goes. It hits the voicemail box. "Peter, it's Beverly. Arm the alarms and don't let anyone in. Call security if you have to, and have your PR people at the ready. I'll explain later," she hangs up, swearing under her breath. Of course Joanne would get on the damn plane using Bev's connections. She must have used one of her personal credit cards in an attempt to keep Bev off of her trail. But Bev's connections mean a heads up when someone who is definitely not her uses the name "Siobhan O'Donnell" to bypass airport security.

(Cheyenne, 7.5 years ago...)

"Ahh, there's my beautiful woman!" Peter exclaims, embracing Bev as she steps out of the car. He gives her a quick peck on the cheek and takes her hand.

"Hey, stranger," she winks. "How's city counsel?"

"Oh, the same as ever. Taxes this, potholes that, and did you hear who's sleeping with their secretary this time?" He lets out a sarcastic laugh. "How goes it for," his tone changes to a cinematic, smooth tone, "Beverly Jones, attorney at law?"

"Well, it has been insanely busy. We just opened up the new Reno office."

"Wow! That's 3 states now, right?"

"Yes! And I've got some great attorneys in mind to help staff it." She smiles. "Once it's all set up, I can stay here in Cheyenne with you, full-time."

Peter turns to face her, putting his hands on her waist. He's tall, solidly built, a tinge of premature gray streaked through the front of his brown hair. "I can't wait," he says, kissing her slowly.

Bev and Peter met in college back at UCLA, but in the end, Peter returned to his home state - Wyoming. He loved the city he grew up in, and couldn't wait to raise a family here.

"I hope our first child is a boy," he says, a glimmer in his eye.

"Well, the most important thing for me is that, when it happens, we have a happy, healthy child, whether they're a boy, a girl, both, neither." Bev smiles. "But... I did always imagine myself having a daughter."

(Athens...)

Hera and Kimberly are packing up. "Where do you think they went?"

"I have no fucking clue," Hera says. "She literally *never* talks about him. I don't even know the guy's name!" Hera stops as a realization dawns on her. "I know who might be able to help, though."

(Cheyenne, 7.25 years ago...)

"Peterrrr, how's it hanging?" Peter walks in to the office, surprised to see the governor standing by the door. "Mind if we chat for a minute?"

"Sure, uh, what about?" He closes the office door behind them.

"I hear you've been considering stepping back from the counsel a little bit. What's going on, man?"

"Well, my wife and I are trying to conceive," he says, a proud smile growing on his face. "I'm going to be a dad, Bill."

"Hey, that's incredible!" The governor smiles. "I'm just worried that in all the excitement, you're forgetting about me."

Peter feels the back of his neck grow hot. "No, sir, I'll never forget what you've done for me."

The governor sits back in his seat. "Good. That's what I thought. And it's a good thing, too, because I'm here to collect."

A cold chill rushes up Peter's spine. "...what do you want?"

"I heard through the grapevine that a senate seat is opening in your district. You're going to run, and you're going to win. And as long as I am satisfied with your voting record, nobody needs to know how a poor boy from rural Wyoming went to college out-of-state with no loans and somehow grew fabulously wealthy in such a short period of time, on a public servant's salary, no less." The governor puts a button pin on Peter's desk that reads, "Peter Jones for Senate." He smirks. "Call me if you need any advice, Peter." He exits the office.

Peter puts his head in his hands and weeps.

(Amsterdam, present day...)

Kimberly dodges through the bustling crowd on the streets, trying to keep up with Hera. The pair duck into a dark alley, making sure nobody sees as they turn the corner and approach an empty coffee house. The outside of the building is covered in grime, and the sign that should read "Geöffnett" is missing both E's. Hera and Kimberly duck inside. Hera approaches the dimly lit counter and enters her order on the kiosk - a blueberry-cinnamon-toasted almond espresso shot made with extra water, a squeeze of lemon, and salted caramel foam. Kimberly gags. Hera smirks in her direction.

A light appears behind the counter, and suddenly, a hidden door opens to reveal a long, dark tunnel. Kimberly and Hera follow it downwards. They soon reach a thick, steel door. Hera knocks 6 times. The door slowly opens.

"Heeeeeeey!" A woman with choppy dark hair and an undercut rushes out to embrace Hera. "It's been a while!" She turns to Kimberly. "Is this who I know it is?"

Hera laughs. "Yes, this is my girlfriend, Kimberly. Kimberly, meet Athena, the Goddess of knowledge."

(Phoenix, 7 years ago...)

Peter is on edge, incredibly frustrated. He made his own bed when he got involved with the governor in the first place, now he has to lie in it. Figuratively, and literally. He told Bev he wanted to take her on a vacation for their anniversary, traveling from Phoenix to Los Angeles.

In reality, he's using the trip to tell Bev about his run for senate, and has several business-related stops to make on the trip.

In the hotel room, Bev is ecstatic. She's planned this day for a long time. She wears the dress she wore the night Peter proposed - a sleeveless black satin slip, long white gloves, pearls. She feels like a red-haired Audrey Hepburn. Bev looks in the mirror and rubs a hand over her belly. Nobody else knows yet. She smiles. This is what she wants, more than anything else in the world.

"Bev, are you ready?" Joanne calls from the next room. Joanne is visiting family, and agreed to give Bev a ride to the restaurant so she could surprise Peter when she got there.

(Amsterdam...)

The room at the base of the tunnel is filled to nearly bursting with computer servers. Multiple large monitors read out security reports, maintenance reports, efficiency reports.... Kimberly feels like she stepped into a spaceship, its quirky captain clacking away at the keys on a massive supercomputer. "This is incredible."

Athena scoffs. "It's all older model processors. Still impenetrable, but slower than I'd like. Makes getting kicked out by a hypervigilant security program slightly more possible." She's seated in a massive chair. She wears a black hoodie, a cat eared headband, fingerless mesh gloves, and short black pleated skirt over stripped stockings. She's adorable, Kimberly thinks.

"The reason why Zeus is so moronic is because when Athena popped out of his forehead, she took all his brains with her," Hera giggles, giving a playful tap on Athena's nose. Athena sticks out her tongue at Hera, then returns to typing. "She's been in the mortal world for longer than I have, and she can find out just about *anything.* Hell, most of the time, she already knows."

"I mean, I think I'd be failing as the Goddess of knowledge if I didn't literally have the knowledge," she says. "Now, I know you're trying to track down the estranged husband of that depressed bisexual lawyer."

"...damn, you're good," Kimberly laughs.

"His name is Peter Jones. Not hard to find info on him because he's a US senator. Born & raised in Wyoming, studied poli-sci at UCLA, leans conservative, popular in the polls. Oh, and he's shady as fuck."

"I already hate him," Kimberly rolls her eyes. "Do we really have to go save him?"

"...I mean, my plan was literally to just be there to support Bev. *Do* we have to save him?"

"Umm, you might want to consider it, since if he goes down, the people he's in bed with will probably come for Bev!" Athena chimes in. "He's at his house in Horse Creek. I've already hacked the airlines to get you a flight out to Cheyenne, you'll have to book it by car after that." Athena turns to Hera, growing serious. "You should be ok as long as you take the flights I booked for you, but Zeus is very close to escaping Hades, and he is PISSED. Be on guard." She cracks open an energy drink and continues to clack away at the keys. "That guy is a dick, Hera, and I'm so glad you finally figured it out."

"That Zeus sucks?"

"No, that you're gay. I called it, like, 8 centuries ago."

(Phoenix, 7 years ago...)

Bev approaches Quiessence, stunned by the beautiful gardens. She walks through the yard towards the private table near a massive brick oven. Peter is seated there, wearing a crisp white button-up shirt with a navy tie and slacks. She feels her cheeks flush as she approaches the table. After 5 years, she still feels butterflies when she sees him.

Peter is on edge, and Bev recognizes it immediately. She gives him a quick peck on the cheek, and sits at the table. "Is everything okay?"

"We need to talk." He takes a deep breath. "I... I did some really horrible things, Beverly." He pauses, runs a hand over his head. Bev looks at him, searching for some hint of what's coming. "Not just illegal. Immoral. People died because of me, families, little kids! And I got paid. It's a lot of money, Bev. It was a long time ago... I've been keeping it hidden, but someone very powerful found out about it, and I have to do what he says or he is going to expose me."

"...what did you do?" Bev feels sick to her stomach.

"It's better if you don't know. You're already in danger because of me. Just know that if anyone found out, we'd both be completely ruined." Peter takes a nervous sip of water. "Beverly, I'm so sorry. I wish I could go back and talk myself out of it." Beverly remembers all the sleepless nights, the times Peter has gotten drunk and cried uncontrollably for hours. It all seems to make more sense, and yet, she's never been more confused in her life. Her stomach is in knots.

Bev reaches a hand across the table. "Peter..."

He cuts her off, head down. "There's something else. The person who knows about my past, he's holding it over my head. He wants someone he can use in the government." He looks up at Bev, eyes watering. "I'm announcing my senate run later tonight. He's meeting me later on. I need you to find a reason to not be there."

"I..." Bev is at a loss. She doesn't understand. Just 30 minutes ago, she was imagining their future, their child. Now, she's struggling against the fact that the man across the table may as well be a complete stranger. Her head is spinning.

She looks at him, looking deep into his eyes. She peels back his layers, one by one, until she sees it; a glimpse, a hint of the man she has loved since meeting him all those years ago. They're still the American dream. They're a family. No matter what, she trusts him. She picks up the empty wine glass set on the table and smashes it, cutting a deep gash into her palm in the process. Sharp pain shoots through her shoulder down to her fingertips. "I love you," she says to Peter. He rushes to her side, a concerned look on his face. She waves him off. "I'll be fine. Now I have an excuse to not be there tonight. You go. I've got this handled. I'll catch up with you later. I want to talk to you about something, too." A waiter notices Bev bleeding and rushes over to help, shouting for someone to call an ambulance.

Bev looks at Peter and waves him off again. He looks at his wife, the woman he would give anything for. Every piece of him wants to stay with her. He walks away, tears running down his face.

(Washington Dulles International Airport...)

"Alright Jo, you've made your point. I will tell you *everything,* but I need you to pick up the phone and do not go to Peter. You think you know everything about me, about my marriage? You have no fucking clue. Listen... I'm sorry I shut you out. Give me a chance, Jo. I'm about to board my flight, please, I'm begging you, wait for me in Cheyenne, at the office. I will explain it all to you. No more lying, no more hiding."

(Somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean...)

"What do you think is going to happen when Zeus gets back?"

"He's going to come for us."

"What are we going to do?"

"Stay the course. I still want to move on the divorce. We're so close to making it happen."

"....and what if he doesn't accept it?"

"...."

(St. Luke's Hospital, 7 years ago...)

"Your heart rate is through the roof." The nurse has a worried look on her face. "How did you hurt your hand?"

"I broke a glass... miss, my stomach hurts, really badly." Bev feels sick. "I'm 9 weeks pregnant."

"Have you seen a doctor about the pregnancy yet?"

"No, my first appointment is on Tuesday..." Bev can barely focus. Something is wrong. "You need to check on my baby."

The monitor beeps as the blood pressure cuff finishes its cycle. The nurse keeps a steely expression, but Bev catches a moment of panic in her eyes. "Ma'am, we're going to get a doctor in here, right away. We will check on your baby, but I'm going to try to help you too, okay? My name's Gina, I'm going to take good care of you." The nurse takes Bev's arm and begins prepping to place an IV port. "Is this your first?"

"Yes, my husband and I...." suddenly, everything starts to get really dark. Bev can hear voices calling her name, calling the doctor, an alarm, something called a "code blue." Then, there's nothing.

(Cheyenne...)

Joanne turns her cellphone back on. 26 missed calls. She listens to the voicemails, then takes the SIM card out of the phone. She stumbles up the steps to the Cheyenne office, exhausted. But, she still has a mission.

She goes into Bev's office. She inhales deeply. It smells like Bev. There's years of history inside these walls. They've worked on so many cases in this office together. This is going to hurt Joanne just as much as it will hurt Bev.

Joanne pulls the fire alarm as she casually exits the building, a blazing fire raging in the space that once held Bev's second busiest law office.

Shortly after, Bev stands outside and watches, speechless, as the fire department struggles to contain the fire. The building's janitor lies under a tarp on the street, waiting to be carted away to the morgue. The fire is threatening several nearby structures. Bev is always a step ahead, in every situation.

Now? No. She was not prepared for this. She did not even imagine a world where this might have been remotely possible.

(St. Luke's...)

A monitor beeps in a steady rhythm. The IV matches it with its drip, drip, drip. Bev feels a tight squeeze on her arm as the blood pressure cuff inflates. She opens her eyes. Everything hurts. Something is seriously wrong. She tries to sit up, but she can't. She cries out in pain. In the corner of the room, her clothes are in a plastic bag. Her gown is ripped in a jagged manner, like it was cut off of her in a hurry with scissors.

Someone in the hall hears her, and gets the attention of her nurse, who rushes in. Bev is sobbing, it all hurts so bad. "Beverly, it's me, Gina. I'm going to get you something for the pain, okay sweetie? The doctor is going to come talk to you soon."

Bev uses all the strength she has left to look up at Gina. "Is my baby okay?" The nurse's lips form a tight line. Her eyes fill with pity. Bev screams. The world turns black again.

(Cheyenne...)

Bev has been sitting on the ground for what feels like years. The remains of the building that housed the Cheyenne office are still letting off smoke in some places. The firefighters continue to investigate the scene, ensuring the fire is out. They suspect arson. Three people are dead, eight are seriously burned, four have carbon monoxide poisoning. The fire spread to the buildings on either side, one of which was an apartment building. Bev watches families, some with small children, call relatives, tears streaming down their faces.

Kimberly throws a blanket over Bev's shoulders and sits down beside her. Hera is talking to the firefighters.

"Seven years ago, I had an ectopic pregnancy. I was under severe stress at that time in my life, and the tube ruptured. The surgeon couldn't stop the bleeding, and they had to perform an emergency hysterectomy to save my life." Bev is numb. Her voice sounds dead and flat. "Nobody even knew I was pregnant, not Peter, not...." her voice trails off. Kimberly wraps an arm around her and hugs her tight. "I had to quit doing adoption cases. I couldn't handle watching families being built when mine was destroyed. I lost my baby. I lost the chance to try again. God, I don't even think I would've tried again if I could've." Bev is silent for a moment. "And I couldn't face Peter. I called him when I was at the hospital and told him it was his fault. And even though I've been hiding from him all these years... I always loved him. And he never stopped loving me, either. Maybe our relationship looks strange from the outside, but it's real."

Hera comes back. "I told them about Joanne. They're going to start looking for her."

"Good," Bev says. She looks up at Hera. "Once we finish your case, you can have her job if you want it." She laughs, wild and unhinged. Kimberly and Hera exchange a look of concern. Kimberly motions towards the empty liquor bottle by Bev's feet.

"Bev, honey, let's go get some rest. We can talk more in the morning." Hera and Kimberly each put an arm around Bev to help her stand. The trio hobbles off towards Bev's Cheyenne apartment. There are still so many things that need to be done.

For now, Bev needs rest, and Hera and Kimberly will do what they can for her.

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You are a divorce lawyer, the best in your field. You have just received word that you will representing the Greek goddess Hera in her divorce from Zeus.

#creative writing #writeblr #writing prompts #writing #catgirl athena #lesbian hera #divorce #lesbian #fuck zeus #lawyer #lgbtqia+#greek mythology #greek pantheon #greek gods #hera #athena

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galaxietm · 2 months ago

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gonna start doing some general maintenance-y things behind the scenes today. i wanna kick myself into writing / being active and such, so!

this is what i'm starting today and hope to work on off and on for the next week or so (especially since i have a lot of muses) however; the oc bio point is definitely a "within the next week or two" since i want to try to get more of them up / done/

- currently working on putting my muse bday list into gdocs and combing through it w/a fine tooth comb to remove muses i've dropped, make sure muses i've picked up are on there, and assign bdays to the muses that don't have canon bdays. ( i have a process i use that helps w/that) - currently have a pin in adding bdays for most of my ocs; some of them are currently being revamped, others are wip that i'm working on getting their bios written out / pages worked on. i'll add / make sure their bdays are there as i go along. - after that, work on muse pages. i'm considering just starting from the top and going down, making sure that if they have pages, their info's accurate; if they don't, then make pages, give them info, add headcanons, etc. - work on fixing the broken images on the muse pages & update them to link to the gdoc muse pages instead of broken or unavailable popups. - eventually update the mobile-friendly muse list - OR just post a brand new one & delete the old one. - along those lines: update the muse interest checklist / consider making a new one? unsure on that one. also possibly update pinned list once again.

#tbd later //#// honestly getting hac.ked on dis.cord the other day frazzled me lmao #// but didn't lose anything & it's all good #// still a lil confused on why / how they did it? but it's all good now #// either way! time to give his blog & such some much needed tlc

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angrennufuin · 5 months ago

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Ranking meme: 1. Worst kissers, 2. Best Dancers, 3. Best... hair? O:

Three!!!! I'm gonna answer these in different posts and just link back.

Best Hair

An excuse for me, Mirkwood Angrennufuin, to talk about hair?? Ohoho. >:3

Aysel - I latched on to a blog post about Lhazaareen pirates being very proud of their hair and extrapolated wildly! So Aysel has midback-length black hair (she shaved it when she was young and mourning, but it has grown back) that she keeps meticulously trimmed, oiled, and otherwise cared for. Nobody else on this list spends even a fraction of the effort on hair health that she does, or has as elaborate and specific a hairstyle. I haven't worked out what all her braids mean, but they definitely mean something -- I like the idea of Aysel braiding prayers or good-luck charms into her hair every morning. I'll put Alis's design notes on her hairstyle at the bottom of this post, but the idea was to give an impression of wild, free-flowing hair that nonetheless is kept out of her face in high winds.

Sûl is an elf and therefore has great hair by default, but doesn't get to be top of the list because she in no way places as much importance on her hair as Aysel does. She has wavy, light brown hair that she mostly wears up or half-up; it's prone to frizz in humidity and a little damaged from her periods of illness. She likes her hair well enough, but has no qualms cutting or dying it as needed. Privately thinks she could rock the bald look but Would Prefer Not To.

Linmir has very silky, very smooth, very straight hair that WAS a beautiful silver-grey and has now turned moon-white, and she doesn't do much to it. (Half-)elf privilege strikes again! When she was younger, she wore it loose (slicked back with camellia oil whenever her aunt could grab her for long enough), and then started wearing it in a high ponytail and dying the ends maroon at the suggestion of her ex. She kept it like that until she got a Dramatic Haircut just before the final battle; a dramatic use of her paladin powers had turned her hair white (with a single gold streak), and she bobbed it.

Rosenrot has long pre-Raphaelite curls in dark brown that she does a moderate amount of maintenance on but largely just keeps in two big braids. It was a great trial to her as a kid, because it's a lot of hair to keep track of for a little girl, and she would sometimes cry while trying to get it untangled. Even now, she usually wheedles Bene or his mom Philomena into doing her braids for her. I don't think she's ever cut it, and I don't think it would occur to her to do so. She loves having it played with.

Silence's hair is bobbed because it's the Fantasy 1920s, but also because when she was ten she got chewing gum stuck in it and it had to get chopped. Her mom's declaration was that she can grow her hair out again when she can prove herself responsible enough to care for it, but Silence kinda likes it short. It only takes ten minutes to brush! It's also lavender and thick but almost pin-straight; she's got major my little pony vibes.

Nee has very wild blonde curls that she has NOT been caring for or maintaining properly lately. She was okay at them in Wizard Grad School, but she's been living rough while on the adventure. And magic makes them do strange and arcane things, so she's largely just clipped them back and given up.

Hongyan has lovely hair (black, hip-length, tiny bit of wave) that he almost certainly has not brushed for the... Month? Two months? Ish? That he's been human. He has been bathed but mostly with like, bar soap. It's a mess. He preens it occasionally but he doesn't understand how hair works, really.

Asa is most frequently perceived as an amorphous blob of wild green curls, which they absent-mindedly tie trinkets and treasures and plants into whenever they feel like it. It's great hair! I love it! It is not, by most people's standards, a candidate for Best Hair.

Aysel hair design:

Asa's mushroomy head:

Next two asks:

[Best Dancer]

[Worst Kisser]

#i'm always giving my characters beautiful hair and then throwing them into situations where it would be a HUGE hassle #linmir celemariel #rosenrot the tiefling #asafoetida lurk #silence zarielin #sûl #aysel cemre #character details #op #hongyan sinistile #ranking meme #hair

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fandomfluffandfuck · 3 years ago

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Preemptive Warning Regarding My Ask Box:

I will be likely (probably) be closing my ask box to REQUESTS soon. You are always welcome to pop by say things (or drop your ideas, a few anons have done that), ask about me/my fics, link me posts, etc. but the mini fic or HCs requests I don't think I'll be able to deal with during the school year. My schedule is gonna be packed this year, many classes and internships and workshops planned.

However, I will still be reblogging content and putting out ideas that I get that aren't large enough for fics of their own but can be written out still. So I'm not leaving the fandom! Just expecting to not have the time to keep this blog going while writing the full fics I want to on top of writing requests too!

And who knows, perhaps I will have time and I won't have to say no to everyone's WONDERFUL and filthy ideas!?

If/when I close my inbox (to requests only) I will let y'all know via a post like this as well as by putting it in my bio/pinned "navigation" post.

I just figured it'd be best to let you all know ahead of time, y’know?

Thank you for understanding!! <3

#asks #personal #thoughts #lowkey kinda scared to actually firmly say this though because i love my anons and i dont want to burn bridges y’know #like all of them #🎁 🍑🔌 💞 ☁️ shy!seb!anon #and all the unnamed ones too #i love you all #i just-#know I'll probably have to

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the-breloominati · 4 years ago

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With respect, please don’t send me personal donation asks. I’m not posting them, and I will block you.

This post has links to several subreddits people can post to if they are in need of financial assistance:

Moving this to the top of my pinned so hopefully people will see it before they send me an ask. Apologies if you genuinely need financial assistance, but there are people who try to take advantage of and exploit other’s good faith and I don’t have the energy to scroll through and try to vett every blog that comes my way.

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Somewhere you can donate to help provide relief for the people in Gaza:

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Please take care of yourselves 💕

More mental health and stuff carrds

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tried to clean this up a little since I was already editing it >.>

The info about my blogs and tags is under the cut! (tired of scrolling through this every time I refresh my blog-)

All my sideblogs:

@siaku-fr : my flight rising sideblog. i reblog flight rising art on both, but fr stuff that isn't art gets yeeted over there

@ghasts-scare-me : my minecraft sideblog that I barely use

@searingsalad-liowolvden : my lioden and wolvden sideblog. again, i'll probably reblog art on both, but ld/wd stuff that isn't art gets put over there

@do-breloom-dream-of-fungal-sheep : my dream journal/archive sideblog. putting my dream posts over there in case the search tool gets weird. all of my previous posts have been reblogged with their original tags (for convenience)

@dumb-bastard-juice : an ask blog for my sonas (currently empty, might start working on it once unus annus is over)

How I tag things:

Every time I update this section, I'll make a post about to (hopefully, I can't guarantee you'll see it) let y'all know!

NSFW stuff

the "mild nsfw" tag is gonna be the catch-all for stuff that's like.. not necessarily explicit I guess? but still kinda nsfw-y (trying to figure out how to organize this >.<)

the "nsfw text" tag is for.. mild nsfw text I guess?

the "nsfw" tag will be for stuff that's like.. actually explicit. Probably not gonna use it all that often, but I had that one markiplier post in the queue and it was tagged accordingly.

Please block all of the above tags if you don't want to see that stuff.

Trigger warnings:

blood: tagged "blood tw"

gore: tagged "gore tw"

organs: tagged "organs". things that aren't really gore but contain/talk about organs

decay: tagged only "decay". "gore" didn't really feel like the right tag for some stuff? So I'm adding this one. Pretty self-explanatory I think? Bones and rot probably

animal death: will be tagged both "animal death" and "animal death tw"

body horror: tagged "body horror"

insects: tagged "insects tw"

bugs: tagged "bugs tw"

spiders: tagged "spiders tw"

Please note that these are the things I currently tag for regularly; if there's anything you want/need me to tag (or if i reblogged a post you didn't want to be reblogged), please let me know!

Not trigger warnings, but still important:

horror: things that are either spooky or unsettling; may often also be tagged aongside "creepy"

creepy: usually the more unsettling things

Posts may also be tagged "spooky" or "bad for sleep".

cursed: usually thing that are just cursed; also includes things somewhere between ew and eugh. Be warned that there may be some really eugh stuff in there.

Please feel free to let me know if I should start tagging other kinds of discourse and/or if I should tag them more specifically.

General tags:

life tips: general things that would probably be pretty useful at some point in life (like tutorials or stuff to generally keep in mind)

important life tips: things are probably too important to have to scroll through the "life tips" tag looking for them (usually relating to health and safety and stuff)

very important life tips: usually things relating to what to do in dangerous situations (I think I have a post about what to do if someone's drowning in there somewhere?)

note: all posts tagged important/very important life tips will also be tagged in the more general "life tips" tags above it in this list

art tips: like "life tips" but for art! has tutorials and guides and stuff in it

oh hey look it my art tag: my art tag :o

a fungus plays [insert game here]: my tag for yelling about games that I'm playing! mostly just pokemon rom hacks at the moment I think. Games will be listed as [franchise name] [game name]; for example: # a fungus plays pokemon fool's gold

a fungus watches [insert series here]: the tag where I scream about shows/series I'm watching! Names will usually be shortened to their acronyms or shortened forms; ex: # a fungus watches atla

a fungus reads/rereads [insert written media name here]: where I scream about books and manga I'm reading (probably fanfiction as well at some point)! Will most likely be tagged with the full title of the work.

this is my hole it was made for me: "I'm in this picture and I don't like it" but make it ✨individual✨

crying over spilt time: my personal Unus Annus tag

#i'll update this if i make any new blogs #we got the tags section babey!!#i think that covers all of the important ones..

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neuropathicgypsy · 5 years ago

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I was complaining about his pictures.. I didn't like them... Not that he's not beautiful.. I just didnt like h pictures...

People say alot about "me not being there"

But his pictures... He's not there..

I've told him before...

This I watched a thousand times when he first posted it... I didn't know why or why i heard him say id taught him that on date night on accident or that it had hit me in the head..

It felt like only two of us had been there... But with the sound it made it feel like a bunch... Which made me think may Be it was a busy night or maybe we went with a group

By the time he had posted it, i had known he was in my life... But only for a short time...

So I didn't know what he meant. I thought I should message and ask him...

But I didn't. I wanted to tell myself to try.

But i didn't. I just wanted to keep watching.

At first, my reaction was the same as tonight, what a dork. Like REALLY. What a complete dork. No one think he's any thing but annoying and total dork 2 year old too hyper annoying child.

Then i watch it again. And again. And again.

And i see him. When he walks off camera. That's where he is.

It would have made sense to write him since he only appeared off camera.

But i had only seen him once.

What if he was damaged like me? I already knew i was too damaged for myself...

And so I would mess him up.... Because I always do.. I can't hold a relationship. Like never.

I get too impatient. Too angry. Too Me.

I decided to just be glad i saw him. Maybe it didn't make any difference to him and probably I'd forget in all reality. So then in the end it wouldn't make a difference if I saw him...

Now would it?

And so if I wrote him and I was too damaged then i would ruin it all. I always did. Always too much pressure on someone. Me or them.

I wasn't ready.

And I tell you. It's true. The one day I decided to try. He blocked me.

He really did. I just use another account cause fuck that shit, you're not gonna stand in my way Alex Laughlin with that giant phone in your pocket. Unblock me when you're ready. I'll just stalk you not so silently on social media.

Now we'll see about that date night we had...

Michael Jackson asked us to check on the people we sent home. He said he wanted to join the CIA and they checked and watched but he wanted to see if it were all true. Since we knew who we sent home, we should go. So we all four went.

Saint Luches and Jesse Tony went dressed like homeless beggars to see if they'd catch up with a kidnapper or protector.

And we went on a date night to a local putt-putt mini golf.

Alex was freaking out because it was an hour and a half and we hadn't seen them walk by yet. So he had us in the corner nearest where they were supposed to walk up at. He sat on a bench "not even a page" he checked his beeper.

We both knew they were in danger and they were gonna get jacked up. We knew. The plan was they were to get kidnapped. Find the kidnappers hide outs and make sure our girl's were at home, had beem delivered by the CIA. Alex didn't want to be kidnapped. He couldn't handle that. So he went with me. We never went out on date night.

"Give me your ball. You're not ruining date night"

"What? Excuse me? Our friends could be dead and you're worried about you, yourself?"

"Neither one are dead. I would know" i stacked two balls and he threw his hands up in the air. God he could be so annoying in public. I never knew. He is sitting there looking so sexy and doesn't even know. Maybe i should tell him! Strike One. Right. Then I'll get in trouble. Besides didn't I already show him with a blow job in the car? But no all he had to do was worry. That was all. Did he compliant my dress? Strike Two. Yes he did. Of course he did. He Always did. But could he tell the difference between one dress and another?

"Can you tell three difference between me and a suit? The different ones I wear?"

I looked up at him. Yeah. Of course I could. This one was blue with jeans in case he had to run. Tomorrow was black which I preferred with black jeans, again. I looked down at the ground but i was still watching him and the street from the corner of my eye. No one was coming. Not good.

He threw his hands up "not again! Not--!" He stood and pulled at his leg "these ones are blue!"

"I know that honey! I just meant--"

"Why are you whiney?"

"Just stuff."

I felt him lean backwards on me, back to back, slide down and end face up between my legs.

"Get on. Hurry before someone sees" I looked down between my legs at him. His bright blue jeans were undone

"But you're not out yet and you don't like me being on top!"

"Look again"

"Oh you're out already?! But some one could see!"

"You better hide it" i looked down the street. "They're not coming you're right they've been kidnapped. Saint Luches was already. Jesse is still waiting. Mark told me and he told me I better take care of you. Come on! Its getting cold! You're gonna freeze my thing off of me!"

"But Mark shouldn't I lay down?"

"Lets do the proper thing and lay your coat down under her. These guys in this van behind her have been watching her and you." Said Mark

"Lead the way babe! This New Orleans thing aint bad at all when you're with someone who knows how to have fun!"

"I can't ... I can't get it up ... I can't do it when some kidnappers are sitting here watching me! Now they know my face!!"

"Well they can get to know my pussy." He was looking up and i could hear a car "what? Its Jesse isn't it? What was he pointing down at?"

"Time? What? Idk!!"

"He said meet me here. He knows what to do this time and he is gonna attack the kidnappers and take the van. Quick baby get up. Someone is coming. Baby! Look at me"

"Im watching Jesse"

"I can't see. Babe. I feel the ground vibrations. You gotta get up. Babe. Honey please. Babe he's coming to you" he had no idea a kidnapper from the van was coming and the on side he had me pinned down in. I could see his shadow. I didn't know if he was using chloroform and how fast he was. He thought i was talking about Jesse in the van. No. I was talking about the people at our feet!! Not our heads.

"Why don't you trust me i can see just fine!" He looked down at me and kissed my lips and saw the shadow i saw. He looked up. There was 7 kidnappers surrounding us. He still hadn't entered me and had his Dick in his hand. But he was over me so they couldn't see. He looked me in the eyes. Slide your knee up. So I did. Carefully and zip. Then he was up in a milisecond, climbing off me, grabbing the club and swinging. What do i do? "Tuck and Roll!!"

I did away from them, the same direction he had went "Go!! Don't run!!"

He meant hide. He was fighting for the club it seemed.. One was watching and 2 were down and 2 were fighting him and one was nearby to jump in.

"You can't catch me!!!!" I ran toward him. Zig

"NO! I GOT IT! JUST NOOOO!"

Zag! "Hey!! You wanna piece of me?!?! I got a pretty pussy!!" I smiled and pulled at the hem of my skirt and twisted my hips back and forth.

"Noooo!!!"

The guy fighting him for the club.. He was sickest. I saw it in his eyes. He didn't know what a human was anymore. It was so long since he had been one. Surrounded by evil so long that's all he knew and has become.

Dam if he hadn't distracted me just enough... First i felt a light touch on my ankle, "me" "no, that's enough she can only have me dammit" my arm was grabbed roughly. I felt i was in a horror film and i was the one to die. The man sized thing had a death grip on me and blacked out teeth and a look on his eyes that passed psycho. I was scared. I checked Laughlin. He was just watching keeping cool twirling the golf club like a baton. I could hear Luches saying I said help me and Laughlin saying I said run.

"Let GO!" I yanked my arm. I spun around, bent my knees. There was 4. Shit, all eyes on me! Its time! Go! I ran toward the one i expected to grab me But didn't. Past him fast, jog past Laughlin in heels. I know he liked it. I was in heels. Extra special sauce. Slow jog so he could enjoy. Larger outer rim and super fast towards the kick. I slammed myself into the chain link fence. Ducked down a bit and tight squeeze -- heels to the side. Stand in the middle. I completed a full circle. Dodged behind the storage shed. I only had 6 inches. My ass bent the fence so i could sit a bit, taking pressure off my knees because I put my feet in toe facing toe. I was too desperate to think that step. Man I was scared

"Stay in the middle. He will come and get you. Man look at my baby I'm so proud" I heard my real mom. The one that gave birth to me.

"Mom! I'm scared! There's too many! Is he gonna be alright?"

"Mark will help he will be fine."

"Okay I'll just wait then" I looked down at my nails and picked at the cuticles.

"Don't look up"

I did anyway. It was grotesque. I flinched.

"Don't you want me?" He asked leaning his head in as far as he could between the fence and shed.

"Don't look up"

I did anyway. At least he looked somewhat human. He was probably the Boss. He was the one i expected to grab me. Instead he just stands around while everyone else does the work.

"They're too high to know what they're doing. They'll be alright"

"Mom my heart!"

"Every thing is alright you just need to caaalllm through it" I felt relief

I just need to look at the normal one. That will be okay..

"Are you kidnapped?"

I heard the chain link behind me I looked and he was trying to move in behind the shed. I whimpered.

"Yeah. You are young, too, I expect. I think i know your boyfriend. He work in New York City?"

I gasped "you are kidnapped! What are you doing?!!"

"They made me do it. Said if i didn't they would kill my whole family. So i pretend to be the lookout hoping someone will catch me, them, they pay me good too. Your other friend is in the van"

Alex appeared

"No!!!" I gasped and put my hand in my face as he knocked out the innocent kid "just go get the other--"

"What am I doing?"

"Kill that thing over there"

"What baby? Let's get you out of there" he leaned over to assist

"Oh my God! Watch out!" I saw the shadow loom near him

"Huh? I already hit this one! Just go the other way babe! It'll be alright"

"Oh my God. I hope so!"

"It will just do what you need to" i heard my mom's voice. "He's over here"

"I know" I was so scared to look around the corner and see the eyes of herion on the face of a psycho but I had to, I know Alex was just holding him off. Pretending to fight. I could tell.

"Now run!" My mom said

"Okay!" I was whining "to the van! I know! Right in front of me!" I felt confident. I got past the fence into the lot "oh no! There's two!"

"Just get in! That is what i was trying to tell you!" Mom said

"Okay... I... I... Okay come on door open for me!" It did it smelled like oily car parts "saint Lcuha?"

"No"

Okay get in. What? Did he say no? I could smell his cologne. I was in such a panic. My heart was failing me so bad

"Why are you putting your seat belt on for? He wants thou to drive and Don't duck"

Who? Saint Luches? I looked up and saw Alex.

"I'm hoping that other one is empty. I took the keys. Idk why. Now let's find Jesse"

It took 3 weeks to clean up New Orleans. The CIA there went bad. They said they would let people return home but if any one was on the street they were free game. The mini golf was abandoned. Gate ripped off. Cars in the parking lot but no one was there. We got the club and balls our self.

I had to go to the emergency room 4 times because of chronic heart failure.

One time All i could do was bend over and put pressure on my heart but it was too bad. Alex held my hand as he drove. He drove to the hospital, covered in kidnapper blood. Saint Luches had to carry me in. I was already gone.

They said it was heart attacks. Nurses said it was miracles. 3 heart attacks within 10 days. Massive heart failure. Dead for 9 hours one time. About t pronounce me dead but had to wait on a lawyer from NYC. A miracle they said. But I felt like shit.

Only 6 of us against 294 kidnappers, 2/3 were CIA/FBI

No one went to school or work. Only fully loaded adult vans went to stores and not many shelves had food.

The Evil was great in that town. Just East of New Orleans.

Only 294 took down thousands.

Only 6 if us it took to save them all.

We did the same thing every time. 2 homeless/hungry street walkers, sometimes prostituting.

Or 3 if I couldn't go because I was too sick, around my kryptonite heroin and kidnappers.

2 Michael Jackson and T at movie theaters, gas stations, wherever normal went. Sometimes I went with them. Sat in the back seat. Lincoln Continental. Tinted windows. Back seat window slant for privacy. They would lock the doors. I would unlock T's he would use the key or she would open. Sometimes I did both. That's when we knew I was feeling better. I had to unlock 2 doors all day at least 4 days without missing a stop without a reason. Or I had to stay in the car. I got paid. Really sick days I laid down and slept. She would go in through his side door or stay in and sit with me.

9 times I unlocked the door for a kidnapper. I was usually reading a novella. Id see a shadow, think it was her or sometimes Michael. Just unlock it auto matic ally.

The first time I ran screaming from the car when a zombie got in. And collapsed 20 feet away. I felt dumb. I tried to keep my eyes open. To see whose feet i could hear but i was dead.

T telling Michael "2 days after her 3rd massive heart attack and what's she out doing? Exercising. What the doctor say to do? Not that! You not dead yet? We're taking you to the hospital anyway. This will be no fun. Im not taking the fall for that. What was she doing anyway? Unlocking the door for that that thing. I don't blame her I would taken off running screaming too if that thing came near me. What she call them? zombie? Dam things are scary looking. And she opened the door for the scariest. Bet he could smell her sweet pussy like that other one did that scared her so bad. Said he reminded her of her dad that day when she called the police on him but worse. She said she only told me that cause she said I'm a girl and pretty and her mom was giving her a pretty hard time About it and she wondered she should be scared or not, it was pretty dam bad Michael. She had this look in her eyes that i never seen before. She's asleep now. Wuss. Wuss. But it was bad Michael im telling you. That look in her eyes. Shes never had it, it was terror. Complete terror. Wuss. Wake up wuss. She told me to call her that. Might make her angry i don't care about her feelings. Make her wanna fight me. Im her cousin. I could do that. Wuss. Wuss. She's too weak. She can't. She wants to though. She's awake, i told your secret you wanna fight me? She said no. Don't tell them other two boys tho. I already told Jess. She said i could because he's independent like her but the other two seem to rely on her and she don't want them to know. She said Jesse would know what to do and protect them for her. But if they knew how scared she was They would go berserk. But she said they would start fighting how to take care of her. She said it was good you were here tho. You could take leadership over her and they would let you. They want her safe and out of the way the most part thats what she said. Wuss. Get back in your body. I ain't putting up with that shit, she said at the hospital. Theres something happening up a head. She can't see laying down. Van! Kidnappers! She said that is the one the boys are in. She said to follow. Who is in? Oh Jesse and Alex. Saint Luches always goes alone. But Alex won't. Oh he will now? She said he knew something was wrong so he jumped in too. They're trying to figure out what. Or what to do, what is. Oh they don't know what is wrong with her. Get back in Yoir body and sit up. She said no. She's too weak just tell the boys to shove her against the window. You know they won't. They will have a dam heart attack. Sit up! You see this. She's waving her arm at and it goes up 6 inches then thump. She can't do shit. Wuss. She's just a wuss. I'm just unlocking the door for them So they can get in faster. She had a heart attack. She said collapsed she's trying but she has no rhythm. Just rub her hands and legs and feet that's what the doctor said to do. No she's been shaking her head although slightly and nodding. Nodding is clearer but she's only moving near millimeters. Aren't ya? Look! She smiled! She's lethargic. No don't try to move! Just lay there let them help your blood flow to your heart and brain"

Jesse had got in at my head. Alex at my feet. They just slid under my body. When we got Saint Luches, Jesse slid to the middle and bent me up in his lap then laid me down gently into Saint Luches lap.

Of all the people in the car, Saint Luches put his seat belt on.

Boy been thrown in the back of vans with no seats much less belts for weeks!!. Dam boy. I laughed and it killed me..at least I died laughing, i thought. Instead of of terror.

I had to stay over night. Total 9 days in the hospital. For 3 massive coronary and medium to severe heart attack, that wasnt too bad.

Im glad they diagnosed me. My mother said it was a panic attack. I told her I was sure glad she wasn't a nurse! She laughed.

She didn't die laughing, though, she was already dead.

She was right though... She wanted to become a nurse because of my heart condition. It's actually backwards when I was born. Its turned 3/4 of the way backwards now...

Apparently there's extra long tubes so it could turn all the way.

Love is the only cure. My work here isn't done.

Balls to the walls, kids.

So after that... Well the night i got out of the hospital.. My blood pressure dropped from stress, from remembering the last time i had been in the car, so T had to climb over the seat and help the blood flow to my limbs

So after that Alex decided I couldn't ride alone.

So then when i saw a shadow go to the window 2 days after my 4th trip to the hospital after 4 insane heart attacks, and everyone left me in the car alone because there was 7 vans I just unlocked the door

I wasn't really reading. I was trying but really i wss just looking at the book, listening. So when the kidnapper got in, I leaned all the way back in the seat so my head was far as possible. It exposed my chest so if he wanted to perv on my boobs there was nothing I can do. But it was better than being attacked in my spine or head. So i tried to hold the hardcover book to protect me.

I opened my car door to signal a problem.

"Don't move. Stay in the car"

I shut the door. "What is this? I think the seat belt went out" open the door. Slam. "No shit. I really did it this time" open door Slam. "Now the buckle.." Open door Slam. I saw Alex perk on the 3rd. "Now just one more..." Open door. Slam. I heard him. "I'm coming Baby" "got it. Finally" "uhhh sir? I didn't see you in here before. Did you get in the wrong car? Because I don't know yo--"

I realized if he didn't turn around then may be it was better. If I didn't see his face, I had a feeling I wanted to But I didn't know if it was curiosity or instinct. He had a hood up so when he turned his head it wasn't enough.

"Hey... Uhm.. Did you want to get something to eat? One of my friends has lots of money. Did you see her? You're in her seat. You might want to scoot over towards the middle" Alex had came and he had cracked his door open to hear. I knew we needed to find out our situation. And Alex was there. I wouldn't get So scared. If I saw a shadow behind I would just scream and point. This guy wasn't turning around for nothing. He wouldn't see me point out his friends. Of course the shadows were going the wrong direction. But if i could see i could scream, that would make my point clear. I opened up my book to steady my heart. It wzs begining to race and I had to steady it in the beginning. Just think about Alex getting in the car being safe i said to myself.

"Yeah buddy. You may just want to scoot over. Hey did you want to drive or anything? You can the car is already on." Alex climbed in the car. Shut and locked the door and began to mess with his seatbelt

"Where is the girl with the money?"

"Oh they're not coming" Alex looked at me like why did you say that for?

Idk sounded good to me. They were criminals. All criminals wanted money. I was pretty sure he wasn't going anywhere.

"But i took the money. See? I got a hunny" he pulled out a dollar bill from my purse in the floor.

"This is a one!! I need to make me some money!!" He slid over to the driver side

He doesn't even sound human i worried. Alex said he didn't look like he had any eyes.

He put the car in drive

"Alex! No!"

Alex dust busted him anyway, jumped over the seat and put it in park

"He left his clothes?!"

"Yeah. Sit up here with me"

"No I don't want too. Too much strength. Action. Movement. I can't even read. Did you know? Too much strength"

"I had a feeling. But you're smart enough to slam the door to alert me. Put your seat belt on. There you go that's nice. Thank you bunny"

He was driving around the vans looking for our friends. He turned the corner and so many shadows. He parked. They seemed to get bigger.

"Oh no! Alex! Alex!" Then I just literally screamed and covered my head, he reached back and locked my door. Moving slow and still.

"They're just buildings now. You can look"

"Oh no Alex. One just got in the car! He's sitting behind you! Alex! No! Please don't touch me! Alex! Shoot it!"

He tried to climb up the back window. Like the one the day before had when I was just with Michael and T. He laid there mimicking me. And dangling his arm off the back of the back dash. I didn't tell anyone. I didn't know if it was because i had been dead and it was Mark and my brain wasn't working proper cause the blood so i couldn't recognize. T turned around to check on me a lot and Mike checked the review mirror a lot. I knew he was driving but surely he could see if something was dangerous... But his eyes didn't acknowledge. Neither did hers.

"Your mom said i could!" He sounded hurt. In 2020 that attitude pisses me off and i kill things dead immediately, "we were in the morgue! And we were listening!! They said. They said you were scared! And we knew we couldn't kill the Queen! So i didnt turn around! And i was shot! Shot twice!"

Alex looked at me questioningly. "I don't know? If my mom said it's for a reason. I saw him yesterday and didn't tell no one"

"Thats not what i meant and i think i know that. You do, too. You're hiding something from me. Why are you sacred? Why did you let him in the car?" He said as he climbed over the seat. The last question was angry.

"Idk. You're beautiful do you know that? I love you"

"You make me want to fuck you! But I need to know what you're hiding from me, i know you do it sometimes and you haven't said one word about not working and sitting in a car being a door unlocker and you can kill, too"

"I know i can. Its just temporary until i feel better. Your eyes are so beautiful. Lets cuddle"

"Don't make me do this to you. I can't cuddle and you're sick and i know the truth"

"Oh that's okay just put your arm on the back of rhe seat and ill snuggle with you"

"No. I'm being patient with you. Don't look like i just slapped you."

"You did. Not my face but my heart"

"Fine. Lean against me"

"Take your shirt off"

"No I'm not doing that right now, honey"

"Your pants?"

"I would like to say yes but in your condition that's exerting too much pressure on your tonsils"

"What's wrong with T? She hasn't moved since you brought me over here"

"We don't know. Michael is trying to find the answer"

"You just need to shoot her. Here" i reached for the gun on his thigh near his knee

"No!!!!" He snatched it away.

"She won't die! She's not evil"

No way he was like no way

"Babe trust. Look see me. See her? She needs help. She's not like me. She can't move. Whatever hurt her is not her heart. She would have fallen over."

"Let me ask Mike"

"No let me just shoot her"

"You let one alien in the car and you want to kill our friend?!"

"I've let two."

"Oh well! And!" He was losing it.

"She's my cousin!. Trust. I know her. Something that has her is evil. Remember the clothes in the front seat? You shoved them out the door. So her. It must be alien. It must also be evil alien to do that to her. What if there's like a truck to come run her over so they can take her body. Im going to go stand next to her so i can see"

"No baby I'll just ... Ill just try it. But you owe me the truth why you're scared of aliens."

"Did they kill Mike? They killed Mark"

"No he's in a vacant house using the phone takinf9to the alien agency. Are you ready?"

"Yes. Please hurry. Just fire the dam thing already! Ill do it myself!! Ow that's hot"

"I told you I would do it and I did it. Now you owe me the truth"

"i can't im busy"

"You're not doing anything!"

"Im waiting for... She's awake!! Run!! Please hurry!! Hurry!! Let her in!!"

"What's going on!!!!!"

She ran and jumped in. Moments later a big blue worker uhaul type truck plowed into the car.

"The glass didn't shatter this is good. Now we have to kill them. Hurry! No don't get out! Through the window!"

"No one's driving. What if no one is driving? I didn't see anyone-- why is the truck doors opening!!?? No one was anywhere ne--"

I saw them climbing across the hood of the car. To get in. They could just get in. Especially through glass. I started screaming like a toddler. Then yelling "just shoot it!"

"What? Get down!".

Covering my own ears screaming like a toddler, my heart exploding, i sat in the floor board facing the seat. My back against T's seat. Screaming. "Just shoot them! They're every where!! Theres since many!! They're all gonna die!!" I scream like a toddler again.

T is saying over and over to stop screaming.

Alex is losing his mind and fluctuating between adoring and wanting to kill me.

"Just fucking stop it for Jesus sakes!!" He grabs my arm to pull my hand off my ear.

"Are they done? All dead i mean?" I Sat in the seat

"Jesus Christ my babe! Look you screamed so loud you woke the dead, here he comes"

I cover my ears and start screaming again.

"Jesus Christ who woke the kid?".

Alex gets in my face "That's not what i meant!! Okay?!?! Look!! Babe!! Please!! Just look!! Out the window!!"

I grab his hand and cover my eyes and turn to the window

"Jesus Christ. Do you see what she just did!?"

I lift his little finger. Drop it, Thwn his ring but I still can't see so I lift his middle finger and i can see Michael walking towards us

"Really baby?"

"Im not a baby. Im a babe."

"Well you scream like one!" T is excited to see her man "I'm over here!!!!!" She waves to him.

"No don't open the door. Just don't, you don't want her to scream do you?"

"Well how is he supposed to get in?"

"He can get in. He's family. When i scream it feels good"

"Michael is looking at the clothes. She shot me! I'm over here. Her mom told me she would. She said I'm not evil. I'm good and it won't hurt me But protect me."

"Yeah and my mom told me to scream. She said i used to do it when I was little"

"Not to wake the dead"

"Not like we lived next to the cemetery. Besides maybe they think my singing is beautiful and they want to listen more so they come closer and my singing brings them to life because im magical."

T forgot she could move and Michael was sure she was dead. Couldn't figure out how there was skid marks where she was if they had wanted to use her body. Didn't realize she had already moved. Finally she opened her car door and stood. Me yelling did nothing. His jaw dropped. His eyes widened. His head swiveled. He dropped all these papers.a briefcase and ran to the car "oh my honey! I thought you were dead! I was sure of it! I didn't want to go home. Just wait where you died until you returned." He said into her hair all muffled.

"I told you. Love" i say

"Goddamit Youre sexy" she said

"See? All about Love!"

"But how did you get to move? Get to life or whatever did happen?"

"They shot me"

His face went crazy rage "YOU SHOT MY DAM WIFE!?!"

"See?!? I told you! Love!"

"Im gonna fucking kill you!!" He literally threw ber into the door and tried to get to Alex and strangle him

"Or may be not!"

Long story short. She spanked him. He got woke. I went to get the papers he dropped and he abandoned me in the parking lot.

"Yeah what the fuck!" I gathered them up "yeah you're a real stupid ass. Im glad it got hit. I felt pretty bad for you for a minute even though you tried to kill Alex. Now i don't know how i feel. Yeah!! Mad!!!! Leave the abandoned orpahan alone in the parking lot with alien ghosts with a heart condition! 3 massive heart attacks and a really fucking bad one!!! I can have a stroke any minu-- oh my God. I need to calm down im going to die. Im gonna die. Mom i don't know how to breathe I'm gonna choke to death. Mom! Help!! Somebody?!?!" I fell. It was all dramatic and beautiful.

Alex got out of the car that screeched down the street and picked me up "is this what heaven is like?"

"You wish. You've really got some explaining to do"

"This is so romantic! This is so sweet!!" Everything was pink and blue and not the colors they were supposed to be "is the street a river? Is this good?"

Alex walked around to the other side of the car after dropping me off.

"Oh my God!!! Sabrina!! Oh my God! No stop the car! Are you bleeding?! No! You're turning pink! Armageddon wants you back. No don't go we need you to much. Sit baxk. We will pretend we are ina limo"

"STOP THE CAR. YOU'RE DRIVING IT INTO A LAKE! WERE ALL GONNA DIE!! YOU NEED TO GET YOUR PAPERS!! wow the world is changing before my very eyes. GET THE PAPERS! YOU NEED TO CHANGE THE PROPHECY! Get the dang pap--"

"Hes not even in the car"

"Then who wss driving? He was in the seat. The world keeps changing too many colors, the people. I need to eat by the way"

"Sabrina what happened to you by the way? Why did you fall? You were all covered in blood out your nose, eyes. Ears, wrists. Then you turned pink like you lived on Armageddon. And the colors you explain are Armageddon but nothing we saw changed but not on you. Not in the air. Nothing."

"They want me back. They want me back. We will have a meeting tonight. I stayed here?"

"Yes"

"Then all will be fine. Lift up your shirt. No him."

"Why do you Keep telling me to do that?"

"To keep rhythm with your heart. My mom told me that's how she kept me alive. That and with screaming. My dad couldn't do it. That's why they always took me to the bar. That's what she said. She said you could do it for me since Mark isn't here. And just about any Earthling or human as long as it's not Jupiter"

I fell asleep. I woke at the hotel restaurant parking lot

"I'm back!!! I went to Armageddon and they said they're a bunch of douche bag bastards and want to take over the Earth and asked what I thought. I said no. They said they believed it was temporary!!"

Michael turned around. He was an alien. Alex was. Everyone was. I laid back in the seat and started screaming and kicking while they tried to eatmy soul.

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