#Nina Gunke

[a-killer-obsession]

Brat [Kid x Killer x OC Nina]

Commissioned by @dissvicious

CW: third person pov, intox, recreational drug use, spanking, brat taming, blow job, vaginal fingering, anal fingering, threesome (f/m/m), very light bondage, double penetration (v + a), creampies, multiple orgasms, inappropriate use of devil fruit

WC: 4k

Masterlist || Comissions Info

The Kid Pirates gathered in the dining hall of the Victoria Punk, celebrating an overwhelming win against a ship full of marines who dared to think they could defeat the crew of the great Eustass “Captain” Kid. The raised platform where the commanders usually sat to dine had been cleared off, replaced with various instruments being played by a rotation of crewmates, filling the hall with music ranging from punk rock to heavy metal. Some of the usual dining tables had been cleared as well to make space for dancing and drinking, some crewmates opting to position their chairs in circles for drinking games and conversations, while others sat at the remaining tables to pick at the scraps of the feast or lose their share of the loot in gambling games. The four commanders sat together, passing around a joint and retelling their perspectives from the battle just been.

“Where's pinky?” Heat asked, before taking a hit of the joint and passing it along to Wire.

“Nina?” Killer replied, “she wanted to get the blood off her chainsaw before it got too dry and crusty, she should be out soon.”

“Maybe she finally fucked off,” Kid grumbled. It was no secret that Kid had a stick up his ass ever since Nina and Killer had gotten together. “Good fuckin' riddens.”

“Kid we're in the middle of the fucking ocean,” Killer sighed, “where would she go? Can you at least pretend to like Nina? For me?”

“They're a bratty little friend stealing bitch,” Kid snapped, yanking the joint from Wire's hand and hogging it, “should've kicked her off the ship when I had the chance.”

“Like you could get rid of me if you tried,” Nina teased, pinching the joint from a surprised Kid and making herself comfortable in Killer's lap. Killer wrapped his arms around her waist to steady her, bumping his mask softly against the side of her head in a makeshift version of a kiss. “Sorry I took so long, lion,” Nina cooed, scratching Killer's goatee, “fuckin’ chains were all gunked up with some asshole's brain matter.”

“Do you have to do that PDA shit here?” Kid rolled his eyes, trying and failing to snatch back the joint. Heat sighed and pulled another from the tin he kept in his pocket, handing it to the disgruntled captain.

“I'm literally just sitting,” Nina feigned innocence, taking a long hit of the joint. She held it up by the burning end so Killer could lean forward and slot it through one of the holes in his mask, leaning back as Nina returned the joint to her own lips, clouds of smoke filtering out of several of Killer's mask holes.

“On Killer,” Kid grumbled, “you look like a common whore.”

“First of all, thanks,” Nina said with an exhale of smoke before handing the joint to Heat, having caught up to the others with a nice buzz now, “secondly, would you say the same if I was on Heat's lap?”

“You're not keeping Heat away from my bed,” Kid complained.

“Heat goes to your bed?” Nina laughed, while Wire and Killer stifled their own snorts, “Nice.”

“No that's- that's not my fuckin point!” Kid replied in a fluster, a flush of red on his cheeks.

“Maybe I'm colourblind,” Nina teased, “cos you're lookin real fuckin green there, Kid.”

“You sayin’ I'm jealous?” Kid scoffed, “Of you?”

“That's exactly what I'm saying,” Nina replied confidently, “you just can't stand that Killer wants to spend his time with me.”

“You're fuckin hogging him!” Kid yelled.

“Kid…” Killer warned, exchanging a concerned look with Wire and Heat as they felt the tension in the air rising.

“He's a grown man,” Nina shouted back as she got up, getting ready to fight, “he can do what he wants.”

“And you're a thieving fucking bitch!” Kid barked as he stood too, trying to look intimidating, not that the comparatively tiny woman was at all frightened by him.

“KID!” Killer got up in a hurry, putting himself between the two.

“No, it's not fair!” Kid complained to Killer, “Ever since you two shacked up you spend all your time with them! You haven't fucked me in weeks!”

“Maybe you're just not as special as you thought you were,” Nina replied cruelly. Killer took a deep breath, knowing that the argument had just hit the point of no return.

“What the fuck did you just say to me, bitch?” Kid snapped, trying to get at Nina but held away by Killer, “I'm the future King of Pirates, you're nothing but some discarded bratty bitch playing at pirates!”

“You're about to be King of the Shark Shit, you thick skulled cunt,” she spat back, “when I send you to the fucking seabed!”

“Okay can we calm down and talk about this please?” Killer sighed. It's times like this he wished he wasn't wearing his mask so he could pinch the bridge of his nose where a headache was quickly forming.

“Like this bolts for brains would understand a word I say,” Nina scoffed, “Hey Kid - Me, Killer girlfriend. You, pigheaded cunt. Got it?”

“Fuck you!” Kid screamed. Now Wire and Heat had to get involved as well, struggling to hold the redhead back.

“Bite me!” Nina bit back.

“Stop it, both of you!” Killer yelled, “You're acting like fucking children!”

“Just fucking bang already,” Wire said under his breath, “fucking hell.”

“What did you fucking say?” Kid's head snapped in Wire's direction, the taller man not at all phased by his angry expression. Wire was observant, perhaps the only one who had noticed that it was Killer the captain was jealous of, not Nina.

“Nothing boss,” Wire replied flatly, “just that maybe you and Nina would get along better if you put that energy elsewhere.”

“He's got a point,” Killer hummed. He too had his suspicions about where Kid's feelings really lay, “it would solve the sharing issues…”

“Like this brute could make me cum,” Nina scoffed with a heavy eye roll. Did she want to fuck Kid? Absolutely, but she'd rather fuck her chainsaw than admit her attraction to the goop-brained asshole. “I doubt he even knows where the clit is. Probably why Killer prefers me over you, bet that mouth isn't good for anything except talking shit.”

“Oh I'll make you fuckin’ cum alright,” Kid purred, liking the idea of fucking the attitude out of Nina more and more by the second, “I'll have you screaming my fuckin’ name, just like Kil does.”

“Like I'd let a caveman like you get a taste of me,” Nina teased, turning to wiggle her ass in a seductive manner at Kid, knowing it would rile him up. She wanted to see how far he'd go with his threats. Her hands teased down Killer's front, looking over her shoulder at Kid to challenge him, hands moving possessively over Killer's toned chest as though to say ‘this is mine, what are you gonna do about it?”

“Alright, that's quite enough out of you,” Killer sighed, picking Nina up and throwing her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes as she squeaked in protest. He didn't like being used as a pawn in the middle of whatever this weird sexual tension going on between her and Kid was. Killer began walking away with his angry passenger, looking back at Kid who stood in the same spot as he had been, trying to not let it show that Nina's teasing had in fact had an effect on him. “You coming or not?”

“Ey?” Kid replied, confused.

“You got her riled up, you're gonna deal with her,” Killer replied sternly, making Kid forget for a second who the captain was. “She's being a fucking brat because of your inability to keep your mouth shut, and I don't have the energy for that right now, so you're gonna fix it.”

“He's the fucking brat!” Nina shouted, trying to fight her way off Killer's shoulder but unable to compete with his strength.

“You and I both know that's not true, princess,” Killer replied, continuing his warpath to his room. Kid followed behind, not getting to close since Nina was facing him, and she looked like she wanted to claw his eyes out. He followed Killer inside the first mate's private quarters, closing and bolting the door behind them as Killer dumped Nina unceremoniously on the bed, her body bouncing slightly on impact. She scrambled on the mattress like she was making to attack Kid, but Killer quickly grabbed her, pulling her by her ankles until she was bent over his lap.

“You weren't being nice out there,” Killer sighed, yanking down Nina's shorts and panties without warning. She and Kid suddenly went shy as Nina's ass was laid bare, the two of them not looking at each other. “Count.” Killer said plainly as he raised his hand and brought it down on Nina's ass, the clap of skin on skin echoing in the room. Nina whimpered in pain and arousal, Killer knew exactly what he was doing. It was punishment, but it was also foreplay to get her more comfortable with Kid. “Nina,” Killer growled when she didn't reply.

“No!” She spat back. Killer smacked her again, harder this time, leaving an obvious handprint on her soft ass. “One,” she whimpered. She knew better than to say ‘two’, when she hadn't correctly counted the first smack. Killer administered four more, Nina obediently counting each. At five he pushed her off his lap and stood, leaving her confused, and a little under sated. “You usually go to ten?” She asked, disappointed.

“Kid will do the rest,” he explained, gesturing for Kid to take his place on the bed. The captain hesitantly did so, and Nina was immediately bent over his lap by the blonde. She could feel his large erection under her belly, but it only served to flare her aggression. Killer saw the spark of rebellion in her eyes, and knelt in front of her face, running his fingers through her fringe and making a fist to pull it tight, forcing her head up. “Behave,” he warned. Nina furrowed her brows and spat at him, the saliva dripping down his mask. “Ten more it is then, on top of the five you have left. Kid.”

Killer had been careful to make sure Nina's ass was facing Kid's flesh hand, and he brought it down eagerly, his cock twitching as Nina whined. She refused to give in though, and Kid growled at the lack of counting and spanked her twice more. She squirmed and whimpered, but refused to give up on her defiance.

“No good,” Killer clicked his tongue, squeezing Nina's face between his thumb and fingers so her lips pursed, “we'll just have to fuck it out of her, till she's too fucked dumb to have an attitude.”

He grabbed Nina by the hair again and threw her on the bed, pulling off her goggles and shoes, pulling her shorts and panties the rest of the way off, and tearing her shirt open to free her tits. He was being rough, but he knew Nina would use her safe word if he went too far. He wrapped his hand around her neck as he climbed onto the bed, using his other hand to unfasten his sash and binding her hands with it. “Fuck, Kil,” Kid grinned, “you sure the tiny thing can take this sort of treatment?”

“She'll say ‘chainsaw’ if she wants us to stop,” Killer replied, unfastening his pants and pulling his hard cock free. He grabbed Nina by her hair again and pulled her onto all fours, her ass pointed at Kid, who had to hold back a groan as he got his first look at her cunt. “Put that mouth of yours to better use,” Killer instructed, tapping the head of his cock against Nina's firmly closed lips. She scowled up at him, refusing to give him what he wanted. “Nina, open,” he commanded. When she refused still he pinched her nose shut with a frustrated sigh, until she had no choice but to open her mouth to breathe. He forced his cock in her mouth as soon as her lips parted, making her whine, but she accepted her fate and started to bob her head on his cock. She was so addicted to him that once she got that first taste, she couldn't deny him any longer. “See there, Kid?” Killer hummed, “you just have to be firm with her. Quit standing there gawking, play with her cunt or something. You wanna fuck her or not?”

Kid, who had been not so casually palming himself over his pants, eagerly stepped forward, climbing onto the bed and kneeling behind Nina. He admired the red prints on her ass, giving her a softer, more playful slap that made her groan on Killer's cock, before soothing over the flesh with his cool metal hand. He spread her cheeks apart, labia shifting as he did so, exposing the glistening folds between. He ran two fingers down her wet cunt, before giving her no mercy and pushing two thick fingers inside her.

“Fuck!” Nina cried out, pulling off Killer's cock, “fat fucking fingers, be careful!”

“Yer fuckin’ dripping,” Kid gawked, “needy fucking slut.”

“No shit fuckass,” Nina bit back, "you gonna do something about it or not?”

“Keep talking shit and I'll show you fuck ass,” Kid warned, making her pussy squelch as he pumped her with his fingers, enjoying the way her gummy wet walls squeezed around him.

“Bet,” Nina struggled to get out between stifled moans, “I wouldn't even feel your tiny baby carrot fucking me, I've taken shits bigger than your cock.”

“What, is that a challenge?” Kid growled, “Cos I'll fuck yer ass till you can't sit if you don't watch yer fuckin’ mouth. You'll be feeling it for the next three fuckin’ weeks.”

“Then I guess I'm gonna keep talking shit,” Nina spat back, using her bound hands to jack Killer off, not wanting him to feel ignored. Killer would have forced his cock back in her mouth by now, but he wanted to see where this was going.

“You want me to fuck your ass?” Kid asked with a raised brow.

“How else am I gonna take both of you?” Nina replied, like they were both fucking stupid.

“I just assumed we'd spit roast you,” Kid exchanged a questioning look with Killer, who shrugged in response.

“Spit roasting is for pussies,” Nina growled, “do you think I'm a pussy?”

“No..” Kid replied sheepishly.

“Good, so shut the fuck up and fuck me already,” Nina spat, rocking backwards to fuck herself on Kid's fingers since he'd momentarily stopped moving them, “I want my holes filled, get to it, I’m gonna dry up from old age over here.”

“Fuckin brat,” Kid grumbled, pulling his fingers out of Nina and smacking her reddened ass, “Kil, you got lube?”

”Who do you think I am, of course I have lube,” he rolled his eyes under his mask, leaning back to rummage in the top drawer of his side table, “You want plain or strawberry?”

“Plain is fin-” Kid started.

‘Strawberry!” Nina cut him off.

“He didn't ask you, brat!” Kid complained, “Yer getting plain!”

“I wouldn't fight her if I was yo-” Killer began to warn, already grabbing the strawberry.

“I want strawberry!” Nina pouted, “I want a strawberry scented ass!”

“For fucksake,” Kid grumbled, holding out his hand for the lube.

“STRAWBERRY! SCENTED! ASS!” Nina shouted.

“OKAY FINE, FUCKING HELL,” Kid shouted back, “I'LL GIVE YOU YOUR FUCKIN’ FRUIT ASS YOU FUCKIN’ FRUITASS!”

Killer took the opportunity to remove his mask and tie his hair in a low ponytail as Kid squirted a generous amount of lube above Nina's asshole, letting it drip down before spreading it with one finger around the ring of muscle. Killer took his place back in front of Nina, who took his cock back in her mouth with no argument this time, looking up at him with half lidded eyes that closed as Kid sunk a finger inside her. She moaned on Killer's cock as Kid worked her open, and Killer grabbed her short pigtails to guide her movements as she got lost concentrating on Kid's fingers in her asshole as he added a second. His fingers were thick, she was probably stretched enough from just two to take any average man's cock, but Kid was far from average and knew he would need to work more to get her prepared to take him. He wanted to fuck the attitude out of her, but he didn't want to actually hurt her. His metal hand came up underneath her, and he pressed one finger to her clit and used his devil fruit to vibrate the metal, making Nina pull off Killer's cock with a surprised whine. “Fuck, Kid!”

“That's more like it,” he purred, “now we're getting somewhere. Go ahead and scream my name when you cum for me, little spitfire.”

“N-no!” Nina cried out. Kid replied by increasing the intensity of the vibrations and bullying a third finger into her ass, pumping her hard and fast.

“Then I guess you'll just have to not cum, aye?” Killer spoke in a voice that was so low it was almost terrifying, “You can scream your captain's name, or we can leave you here wanting. Maybe I'll just fuck Kid instead. Tie you to the bed and make you watch.”

“No! Please don't stop!” Nina whined, she felt like if they stopped now she might combust, “I'll be good!”

“Scream for me, bitch,” Kid growled, pressing his metal finger hard against her bud.

“Fuck, fuck!” Nina groaned, “cumming, fuck, Kid!” Her whole body shook as she let out a choked roar of a moan, Kid giving Killer a pleased grin as he pulled his fingers from her ass and she all but collapsed against the bed.

“You're not done yet, princess,” Killer purred, “we haven't gotten ours yet.”

“She's blissed out already and she ain't even had a cock yet,” Kid grumbled.

“She can take more, can't you princess?” Killer cooed as he squeezed Nina's face. She gave a weak whine and nodded, and he gave her face a soft appreciative slap. He let her lay back against the bed while the two men undressed, and Nina's eyes flicked between both of them hungrily as she rolled onto her back, thighs rubbing together as her need grew again at the two thick erections presented to her.

“Meow!”

“Oh for fucksake, ZAP!” Killer groaned, chasing the cat around the bedroom.

“Where the fuck did he come from?” Kid growled.

“My son likes to sleep in the laundry basket,” Nina replied matter-of-factly, “Zap! Come to mama!”

“No! Not to mama!” Killer complained, trying to grab the cat as it jumped up on the bed. He scruffed Zap and carried him out of the room, ignoring Nina's sad whines, placing the cat firmly on the hallway floor and shutting the door quickly before Zap could sneak back in. “Fucking cockblock.”

“Aw, Zap doesn't mean it!” Nina replied, before Killer grabbed her and made her giggle by flipping them both so she was laying on top of him. Kid took his queue to climb up on the bed behind her, settling between Killer's legs. Nina bit her lip as she reached between her legs to position Killer's cock, sinking down onto it with a relieved sigh. “Ah, doesn't get any better than that,” Nina grinned.

“We'll see about that,” Kid grunted, fisting himself to coat his cock in lube and applying more to Nina's ass. Killer held her flat against him, keeping her from squirming while Kid lined himself up. Nina squeaked as he pushed the head of his cock against her asshole, only pressing in the tip before pausing as he met resistance.

“Breathe, princess,” Killer soothed, “relax sweetheart, let him in.”

Nina whimpered against Killer's clavicle as Kid slowly pushed in further, attitude entirely forgotten as both her holes were filled and she clawed at the sheets either side of Killer. She let out a low whine as Kid fully seated himself, stilling inside her as she adjusted to the fullness. “Fuck yer tight,” Kid groaned. He made an experimental pull almost all the way out, before pushing back in again.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Nina groaned, “yes, yes, yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me!”

“Say no more,” Kid replied, grabbing her hips and giving her a hard thrust that made her scream. Killer exchanged a shit eating grin with the captain over Nina's shoulder as she buried her face against his chest, before he too began to move, making thrusts up into Nina's cunt to match Kid's harsh pace. Nina screamed like a bitch in heat as both men fucked her hard, making Killer grunt as she took out her overstimulation on him, biting and sucking at his chest and leaving marks all over his tan skin. Kid's hands were leaving bruises on Nina's hips as he held them tight, showing no mercy with his pace.

“Good girl,” Killer cooed, “does that feel good? Your holes nice and full now?”

“Yes!” Nina cried, “so- so full! Gonna cum again!”

“Cum for us then, princess,” Killer purred. Nina immediately bit down on his shoulder, making Killer swear as she let out a muffled moan against his skin and clamped down around their cocks. Killer's thighs grew wet with her release as she quivered, but neither man let up, prolonging the orgasm. She went boneless between them, a ragdoll for them to fuck, completely dick drunk and making weak moans.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Kid groaned, “can I cum inside her Kil?”

“Fill her up,” Killer replied with his own grunts, close to cumming as well, “fuck, I'm close.”

“One more from her?” Kid asked.

“Aye,” Killer agreed, the two of them working in tandem to hold back their own peaks while they forced Nina to another. “Come on Nina, one more sweetheart, I know you can do it.”

Nina shook her head against him, but the coil in her stomach was already pulling tight again, she couldn't deny it. She made a surprised gasp as Kid smacked her ass, feeling a rush of electricity through her body that reignited her. “Fuck, do that again,” she moaned. Kid complied, giving her a series of smacks, alternating which cheek he focused on as he kept up his brutal thrusts. “Fuck, fuck, cumming!” She screamed, seeing stars and shaking hard. She had a blissed out smile on her face as she collapsed against Killer, who groaned at her pussy still fluttering around him from the aftershocks of her orgasm and couldn't hold back any longer. He swore as he emptied his balls, and Kid quickly followed suit, giving one last hard thrust before stilling deep inside Nina's ass and painting her walls white.

“Fucking hell,” Kid panted as he pulled his cock out and collapsed next to them.

“Say thank you, princess,” Killer forced out between hard breaths.

“Th-thank you,” Nina stuttered, half asleep.

“Maybe yer not so bad,” Kid teased, patting Nina's bare ass playfully as he groaned at his stiff joints and climbed out of bed.

“Where are you going?” Nina asked in a sad tone that surprised both men.

“Oh I- I thought we were done here,” Kid replied unsurely.

“Go get a wet cloth from my bathroom, then come back,” Killer told him, “you're staying with us.”

“You sure?” Kid asked, eyes flicking between them as Nina rolled off Killer, who quickly untied her wrists and threw his sash to the floor.

“We're sure,” she confirmed, reaching out to hold his hand, “stay.”

“Okay,” Kid replied softly, giving her hand a gentle squeeze, “I'll stay.”

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[crushedsweets]

I dunno if you already have a post or anything for this but I was wondering just how the main 5 met each other?? Cause they r my favs in the world

OK SOOO. GENERAL TIMELINE:

In 2014, kate starts working on the farm and integrating with tim and brian. in 2014, toby becomes a proxy and has his first 'big break' when helping clocky's O/S syndrome. so immediately, that ties kate, clocky, and toby together - since kate is finally interacting with other proxies beyond grumbling, and toby/clocky just got settled into this new life.

in 2017, jack is sacrificed and spends a year completely possessed. when he's brought back to clarity, toby immediately hooks onto him cuz he thinks jacks so badass. then, jack meets clocky and they click cuz compatible personalities.

in 2018, nina meets all the creeps through jeff. she'd spend the most time with clocky, since clocky and jeff were actually friends. through clocky, she meets toby, then jack, then kate.

SPECIFIC MEETINGS(havent come up w someone for every duo):

kate met clocky cuz clocky was getting attacked by a zalgoid wolf, and kate saved her (since kates the strongest proxy).

kate met nina cuz nina was trying to meet with toby, saw kate, thought she was jeff, jumped at her to say hi, and got slammed against a tree LMFAOOOO

toby met jack cuz jack started chasing him through the woods and toby got scared. they officially met with jack weeping into a river covered in blood and gunk, and toby approached carefully this time

toby met clocky cuz he was stalking her cuz she was causing issues for slendy. she chased him through the forest and he trapped her and treated her O/S syndrome.

everyone else probably met through normal introductions ("hey jack i want you to meet nina" "sorry kate this is clocky dont mind her throwing up all over our living room" "jeff who is this girl sitting in our barn")

i'm noticing a trend of toby getting chased LMFAOOOO

[maly-ptak]

“Erik everything you do is suspicious.” Raven replies.

Nina blushes slowing down a bit.

“That’s fair. I bet the food here is much better than the gunk they served at the hospital.” Lenny replies.

Raven pulls the car into the parking space.

“Look I know it’s not the most fun disguise. But it’ll have to work. They know I have bad taste in men.” She smiles sharply adjusting her engagement ring.

“Just when we get there. Let me do the talking okay? I know you’re worried about your little girl but let’s not make things stressful for him.”

@the-realraven-darkholme

"I can handle not being an asshole to a mentally ill kid, Raven," Erik rolls his eyes. "Where did you even get an engagement ring?"

[bookshed-books]

Review: The Lost Daughter by Elena Ferrante

Seamless book that follows the thoughts of protagonist Leda, an academic who teaches English, holidaying on a beach in Italy. Leda meets a Napolese family and from her lounge chair, she watches the young mother and her toddler, Nina and Elena. She then starts to build a picture of their life that is tied to her own. Almost immediately they become a point of reflection (and not much else), a way for Leda to revisit memories raising two daughters. The beach is an affective backdrop throughout:

The sea is becoming a violet band

A vacation at the beach, what does it amount to, in the rain: asphalt and puddles, clothes that are too tight, wet feet in shoes that give no protection

The beach, in the rain, had become a dark craggy crust against which the whitish slab of sea gently bumped

Her husband is mentioned but not deeply considered; motherhood is the central concern, the obvious thing on every page. But motherhood is portrayed with such complexity it feels obscure, impossible to pin down. For reasons beyond her own understanding, Leda takes Elena’s doll and hides it in her apartment. The doll becomes a heavy metaphor; Leda talks to it, dresses it and cleans the “comical” plastic body like a child might. It also carries a parasite: Leda squeezes gunk from the doll’s orifices until a worm emerges. Leda talks about feeling and enjoying an “alien closeness” to her daughters:

[…] what I loved best in my daughters was what seemed alien to me. In them – I felt – I liked most the features that came from their father, even after our marriage stormily ended. Or those which went back to ancestors of whom I knew nothing. […] It seemed to me, in other words, that the closer I felt to them, the less responsibility I bore for their bodies.

This made me think Leda’s attraction to the doll was concerned with its uncanniness, a thing that is almost human, that has a character, but is other. The doll might bare resemblance to Leda’s daughters, but ultimately, despite its passive existence, it contains a different kind of animal and nothing of her.

But while reading I really felt like it was about something else. Academia was on my mind a lot. Leda works fluidly throughout the holiday, reading and studying, and splinters in the relationships with her daughters appear somewhat connected to her career. But academia also represents prestige, credibility and controlled and measured thought; a world guided by different constraints to motherhood, and the lives of the Napolese family on the beach. Leda admits that as a teenager she aspired to a “cultured and reflective” life and recalls running away from her hometown “like a burn victim who, screaming, tears off the burned skin, believing that she is tearing off the burning itself”. In the novel she dislikes the Napolese family while feeling connected to them: “They were just like the relations from whom I had fled as a girl. I couldn’t bear them and yet they held me tight, I had them all inside me”.

Maybe the sea – the liquid thing – blurs over the splits in the protagonist’s life, confuses things; makes deep connections appear where they are not, between the doll, Nina’s family and herself. Sometimes merging and then separating descriptions of her two daughters. Going on vacation and seeing new people and life that somehow attach to her past. Her thoughts circle over what she contains, what she has lost and what this means for what she can incubate and produce. Through this what becomes clear is the protagonists understanding of herself, which makes the writing sharp, avoids empty sentences, and offers/confesses to the most confusing and conflicting experiences.

[purplesurveys]

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survey by septictankyank

What song are you listening to right now? I turned off my Spotify like 2 minutes ago because it was interfering with my focus on another survey (which I ultimately saved in my drafts to take for another time lol) but the last song I played was Always in My Head by Coldplay.

Have you heard of the band Repeat Offender? Never heard of them.

Are you currently talking to/texting/instant messaging anyone? No, not talking to anyone at the moment.

Whats your name? Robyn.

How old are you? 22.

If you could do anything right now, what would it be? I wish I can do some arts and crafts right now, honestly. I have a 4-day break thanks to Holy Week and I have no clue how to spend it. I don’t feel like embroidering at the moment; buying art kits online right now would be useless because they’d most definitely arrive after my break; and the arts I do have rn were bought by Gab and I have no intention to pull them back out anymore.

Are there any words that you just absolutely hate? I don’t really like the word fluids, but I get why it’s sometimes necessary. Gunk can also be icky depending on the context.

Are you hiding something from someone? Yes.

Have you ever been looking for something and it was already in your hand? It was either in my hand or I was already wearing it, yeah happens a lot.

Is there anything about you that not many people know? Probably. I don’t know how much people know about me.

Who was the last person you commented on MySpace? I’ll use Facebook for this instead; it was Clarisa, an old friend of mine from high school. I shared a post from her small business’ social media page and she commented basically saying thank you.

Is the last person you texted your friend? No, I only use text for work purposes now. And actually, the last person I texted is this super popular local influencer, as in millions of followers and goes viral every week levels of big. I was honestly surprised they returned my text, and even though they had to decline the thing I was pitching for them, I felt starstruck for like 5 seconds haha.

Have you ever seen someone you knew and purposely avoided them? This has happened many times. And for a variety of reasons, too; it can be because I don’t like them, can be because I know of them but not close enough with them to say hi, or just because I don’t feel like talking that day, etc.

Have you been to the mall in the last 2 weeks? Nah, it’s been around 3 weeks to about a month, I think. Shortly after that Covid cases began to surge again and now we’re stuck in the same community quarantine imposed this time last year while the country gets 10,000 cases a day.

What was the last movie you saw? I can’t remember the last movie I watched all the way through to the end; but I looked up and watched the final scene from Portrait of a Lady on Fire last night because I wanted to feel things.

What was the last song you listened to? See first question.

What do you like best about yourself? Continued from this afternoon. I really like how I’ve always managed to pull and claw myself out successfully from any terrible situation. There’s been a lot that I’ve been through and I love myself a whole lot more for being able to survive everything.

How long until your next birthday? 20 days.

Are you mad at anyone right now? There’s resentment perpetually brewing towards one person in particular, but I keep it tucked away at the back of my head.

What was the last book you read? Not sure, probably a memoir of some sort.

Do you like summer? I hate it.

Are you single or taken? Single.

Have you ever kissed someone with braces? Yes, for a time. It was very tricky lol, but fortunately there were never any accidents.

If you could change your eye color, would you? No, I think my current one suits me already.

Do you buy songs on iTunes? I never did. If I wanted to update my iTunes, I’d go to YouTube and look for the song I wish to add, convert it to MP3 on some third-party site, then upload it to my iTunes once it’s finished downloading. And then I’ll get the album cover and other details from Wikipedia to make it look really legit lol.

Are you overly sensitive sometimes? Yeah I am pretty sensitive.

Do you smile at people you don't know? Only whenever I’m with one of my dogs because they’d usually want to pet them, especially Cooper. Otherwise there’s really no reason to smile and say hi to everyone I come across; that’s not a common practice here and people usually like to keep to themselves.

Do you feel guilty right now? No reason to be.

Have you ever had a crush that you tried to stop having? Sure.

Have you heard of the band Nina May? I don’t think so. It doesn’t ring a bell.

Do you think long distance relationships are worth it? It can be, given the right amount of effort and commitment put into it.

Do you tend to judge people? Only if they make a Karen-esque scene in public. I understand people have bad days sometimes and that’s fine, but I won’t hesitate to judge someone who consistently berates service staff, makes side comments at a restaurant, etc.

Valentines Day: Love it or hate it? I don’t mind it. I would celebrate it too; I’d just keep the festivities lowkey, like having dinner at home or having an unconventional date. Going with the rest of the wave is exhausting – most restaurants are fully booked and it usually ruins the vibe.

Are you American? No, thank you for asking first.

Have you ever been made fun of for being weird? Probably while I wasn’t looking.

Who do you want to see in concert? Beyoncé is at the top of my list. Then Paramore, over and over again. It would be neat to watch a Hozier gig too.

How many songs are on your iPod?

Do you play any sports? Table tennis.

Are your parents together or divorced? They’ve been together for 28 years.

Do you prefer black and white or color photographs? Color.

Do you eat breakfast? Only during weekends. I’m usually too busy during weekday mornings to be able to fix myself a plate.

Do you still trick or treat? Not anymore, but I’d be game if any of my friend groups wanted to.

Do you use metric or imperial? I use metric in most contexts but because of wrestling, I got used to using pounds for weight.

Have you ever skipped class? Definitely many times during college. I was cautious in high school though.

Did you like this survey? It was okay.

[saltydogsmut]

Adding your tags because they're interesting.

I think quite a bit can be written off as Art Style because basically all of Nemlei's male protaginists have medium length hair, and no stubble BUT I think Andrew is the only one we've seen with (slightly) Shorter hair.

So at least during high-school Andrew did start caring about his appearance a lot more.

But it really brings up the question of Where is Tcoaal supposed to take place? We know it's supposed to be late 90s, early 2000s, but where in the world is it? Because that will put into context the gender expectations.

So about the time period long hair was still REALLY popular in the music scene, but was getting pretty niche since it was seen as a more old person thing with 70s/80s rock bands etc. Most 90s medium hair is styled into more defined masculine hairstyles, though. Artists always play around with personal expression and since we've seen bits praising Andrew's academic performance, his haircut may be a sign of giving up on dreams of a more "artistic" career and picking a "safer" career choice. Since Andrew is pretty big on poetry.

But then, why does he go back?

Location wise it's hard to pin down where tcoaal takes place in text, so I'm cheating. Unreliable Internet sources say its based in fictional Europe and Nemlei is from Finland. Finland is a country where people drive on the right and not the left. On the bridge Andrew gets out of the left side of the car while parked all the way to the right. Does every other country drive on the right in Europe(minus england)? Yes.

But I'm choosing Finland because of bias, but more specifically because of its economic collapse in the 90s. For real world context made simple, basically 30% of people lost their jobs and became unemployed. The soviet union,its biggest neighbour, had collapsed, and social services were slashed. It was a pretty significant recession. I'm going to say it probably influences tcoaal's creation.

So big recession/societal collapse. Those "safe" jobs aren't so safe. Mr graves lost his job in Andrew's childhood and seemed to be having a hard time finding another, lots of stuff in tcoaal is privately owned by companies that shouldn't be, there seems to be no publicly funded TV or health care responses, etc. And Andrew had to take on a few summer jobs to help make ends meet. Looking at street photos his hair is a style you'd see on older demographics, but it wouldn't get too many looks.

With uni, perhaps he was more free to let his hair grow again since he wasn't expected to hold a job, or maybe he picked something less safe as a major, or maybe it was the quarantine. Speaking of, if Andrew was keeping himself clean shaven in that quarantine it would speak VOLUMES considering how he saw stuff like doing laundry as unnecessary. It would explain the pile of gunk Ashley has to clean up in the bathroom, assuming Andrew is a messy af shaver.

Andrew is very appearance conscious, keeping friends who he doesn't care about around, as well as dating Julia, but he admitted in the log preview that it meant a lot to him that she was trying to be friends with his sister. Perhaps in a way, he wanted Ashley to have that idealised girl hood friendships, for his own sake (reputation, get free time), yes, because he cares about her, yes, but under a trans lense, maybe he wanted to vicariously get a glimpse into feminine stuff that wasn't cutting each other down. Sisterhood type stuff that he felt he had no entrypoint into. Maybe part of his attraction to Julia could be that she actually HAD that with Nina, and maybe other girls, and was trying to do so with Ashley too.

Julia is ALLOWED to be feminine in a way that Ashley (and by extention him) aren't permitted, but isn't too deep into it to be unapproachable for him. (She paints her nails). And her lack of dating experience means Andrew can ask her about it if she mentions it without it seeming overly invested? It'd be cute.

It's definitely an interesting thing to think about.

I feel like I need to crack open a queer studies book the amount of t-girl Andrew truthers I have nodding along to my posts.

I'm missing something.

My only insight is that t-girls too, can make weird psuedosexual violence fantasies: because the closest they'll get to feeling comfortable in a sexual/romantic scenario is by offloading the discomfort of being a guy onto the discomfort of the macabre, and pretending that's the reason for it. Such fantasies also destroy the beauty of the person they may be jealous of as well, removing that part of the equation.

It's not the healthiest coping mechanism, but eh, better than some. It adds a new dimension to Andrew saying sex was "mortifying" at least.

[artificialqueens]

She's probably a lesbian (Branjie) - OnPointe

A/N- Here I am again, a songfic for you guys. As I promised, no angst. I forgot to mention last time that I am extremely grateful for one of my best friends for beta-ing everything I write. And always confirming 100 times that what I write is not crap. Anyway, this is based off the song “How to know if a girl is a lesbian” by Ally Hills. I hope you enjoy. 

Vanessa looked fierce, and she damn well knew it. You couldn’t convince her otherwise. Her hair was curled down her back, falling naturally over her shoulders, a slight bounce to her hair as she practically stomped down the hallway of the high school. She had a bright red lip on, matching the shirt that stayed partly hidden under a leather jacket that she wore proudly on her shoulders. A black skirt that was tight, teasing with the school dress code about length of skirts and shorts. 

She laughed loudly, throwing her head back in joy as she winked quickly at someone before marching over to join her friends by the lockers. This was definitely one of the perks of senior year, having most of the school population absolutely infatuated with what you did, how you spent your weekend and what you were wearing. Girls and boys flirted with her aimlessly all the time, during class, in the hall or in lunch. Vanessa felt it was mostly because of her status in the school, but she liked to tease and flirt back anyway. It filled up the time and made it more enjoyable. 

“Lookin’ good girl.” A'keria mentions with a small hum, scrolling though whatever issue of whatever fashion magazine she had at the moment. 

“Always, bitch.” Vanessa laughed, opening her locker and checking her face in the mirror that hung on the door. 

“There’s a new girl” Silky says, after shoving some sort of buttery pastry into her mouth, causing both of the other girls eyebrows to rise slightly in response. 

“Over there, by the lockers. Blondie.” Silky gestures with her head, hair flipping in the progress. She turns her attention back to phone in her hands, no doubt talking on Tinder or something like that. 

Vanessa looked up, glancing around for the girl in question. She sighed, thinking in the moment that the girl might have left, returning to gazing in the mirror. 

In the corner of her eye, she watches as a locker door closes shut with a slam. In the corner of her eye, she sees the blonde in question turning around and talking to somebody, about to walk somewhere. Vanessa looks over and watches the girl, taking in as much as she could. 

Vanessa noted that she did have blonde hair, almost platinum hair, that fell straight and ended right about the center of her back. A grey beanie sat on the top of her hair, keeping it all together. She was wearing a pink baseball tee, right in between tight and loose. Black yoga pants stretched down her long legs as she watched the blonde walk past her down the hall. 

The blonde flashed a quick smile towards the smaller girl before leaving the hall, following closely behind the student body president, Nina West. 

She needed to know who this girl was, and now.

You don’t wear a beanie in the summer for no reason

Or a baseball tee when it’s not baseball season

If you check her nails and they’re always trimmed

Or Kstew is her style twin

Vanessa learned alot about the mystery new girl in the course of the next week. Sure, she might not have actually talked to her yet, but she knows enough to know that she really wanted to talk too her. Once she gets over the fear that the blonde might be straight, she was sure that the conversation would be great. Fantastic, even. 

It turns out, that she had a name. Her name was Brooke Lynn. That was beautiful, she thought. It fit her. 

Brooke came down to LA, from Canada. For dance, there seemed to be a lot more opportunities for advancement here. She learned that as well. Vanessa would love to see her dance one day, unless that was weird, she didn’t really know. 

Vanessa never had any issues with talking, or flirting with girls she found attractive. Brooke acted differently from the other girls, she learned. She would just flash an award winning smile, and continue on her. She didn’t care about who she was, and didn’t try and talk to her. Vanessa just couldn’t figure this girl out. 

They had one class together, even though they sat on the complete opposite sides of the room. Vanessa didn’t want to admit that she was completely infatuated with the (tall, blonde bombshell wi)  new girl. 

It was science class, a class that Vanessa usually hated, because it just seemed so boring and she didn’t understand why she needed to know this information for a future career. She didn’t need to know how to dissect a frog for a future in fashion, at least she was 95% sure. Math also wasn’t her strong suit. 

Vanessa was paying more attention to Brooke then she was the experiment demonstration, not like she was going to do it anyway, she would just share answers with A'keria or google the answers. She watched as she carefully picked up the scalpel, her short, light pink, nails wrapped around the handle, guiding it down the frog. 

That was a sign, she thought. She could have been looking too deep into things, but it was still important to note in her mind. 

Vanessa didn’t stare, or at least she thought she wasn’t. It was just looks that would linger for a few seconds before she would look back at A'keria, who looked absolutely disgusted that she would have to cut this dead frog open, and possibly get her nice outfit all gunked up. She rolled her eyes, scribbling down her name on the paper. 

Brooke looked really nice today, Vanessa thought as she let her mind wander. She wasn’t going to admit that she knew the outfit inspiration from flipping though trashy tabloids that actually entertained her. She looked good regardless, though. 

She was broke out of her thoughts, feeling a cold slimy liquid squirt onto her face. She quickly looked back over back over at A'keria, her hands in the air like she knew that she was guilty of something. 

“Sorry, sis…” She said, hiding a light laugh that would seem in bad nature if she let slip. 

“You Hoe! Oh- My- God!” Vanessa screeched, immediately heading towards the bathroom, barely looking as Brooke flashed her a quick, sympathetic smile. 

She knows a little bit too much about The L Word

She rolls her sleeves up when she’s wearing pocket t-shirts

And when she compliments, You just feel confident

You know how she rolls but you’re still not sure

Vanessa had stayed in the bathroom for almost the rest of class, focusing on wiping down her entire face and reapplying her makeup. Although she wouldn’t feel like she was clean until she took a shower tonight, not when cold, sticky, frog juices squirt on you. Not only was it disgusting, but it definitely was plenty embarrassing, especially when the girl you happened to have the smallest crush on, was in the room. 

Vanessa rolled her eyes and reapplied her light layer of mascara, her mouth agape slightly, focusing in on the mirror and the movements of her hand. She closed up the mascara, dropping it on the counter and looking herself up and over in the mirror again. Damn, she looked great again. The power of makeup, she supposed. 

“That was disgusting, but it looks like you’re doing well.“ 

Vanessa looked towards the door as the voice entered the room, it was brooke, she opened her mouth lightly watching as the other, placed her bag on the counter after wiping it dry. She watched as she began to thoroughly washing her hands. Vanessa shook her head, shoving her makeup in her bag. 

"It was sick, nothing a little soap and makeup can’t fix though!” She grinned, looking over briefly before attempting to look like she was fixing her hair to distract her from wanting to watch the other fix her minimal amount of makeup. 

“It was like, number two on the list of most disgusting and disheartening things I’ve ever seen.” Brooke laughed, running her fingers through her hair, stealing quick glances at the other as she did. 

“What was number one then?” Vanessa asked, raising an eyebrow letting herself look back over at the taller girl for a few seconds before spraying on a little bit more hairspray. 

“The entirety of season 6 of the L-Word.” Brooke smirked lightly, shaking her head and looking over at Vanessa, like she knew that Vanessa knew exactly what she was talking about. 

She wasn’t wrong. Vanessa knew all too well, practically checking it off in her in-head checklist. 

“That shit was a disaster.” She nodded in agreement, laughing lightly and shaking her head. “I didn’t sign up for no weird-ass murder mystery shit." 

"It made no sense to even go that route, no one liked Jenny anyway.” Brooke smiled, a smile made a Vanessa take a mental picture, so she could always remember it. “I swear, if she made quoted her insipid short story about manatees one more time…" 

Vanessa raised her brows once more. So she was smart, she thought to herself. If you asked her, she wouldn’t be able be to tell you what that word meant, she wasn’t even sure if she would pronounce it. Just another reason to like the blonde.

"Well, I should head to my next class, but…” Brooke walked closer to Vanessa, laying her hand over the over the Latina’s smaller hand, looking up at her face. “Let’s talk again soon. See ya.” Brooke smiled widely, retracting her hand and leaving the bathroom after quickly swiping her bag off the counter.

Oh Oh maybe she’s just being nice

Oh or you can take my adviceIf she looks like she’d want a few cats

If her closet is full of snapbacks

You lock eyes that implies, that you’re in luck my friend

‘Cause she’s probably a lesbian

Vanessa wanted to go over to table in science, or maybe even approach her in the hallway, or if she was feeling really frisky, she would stand behind her in the lunch line. It wasn’t that easy, but it really should have been. Vanessa never had an issue with self-confidence or social anxiety. This was a whole new problem for her, and she honestly had no idea what to do about it. 

She had so many opportunities to go ahead and talk to her, during the last 3 days. By the time Vanessa had hyped herself up enough, and outweighed the pros and cons of possibly making a fool of herself, the opportunity had passed and the blonde beauty had walked away. 

She remembered the way she felt a tingle shoot up her spine as Brooke laid her hand on hers, the way that the world could have stopped around them and she probably wouldn’t have noticed anything. It was possible that she was just being dramatic, she often was. Her fantasies about romance and love were out of this world high, so it seemed likely that Vanessa could have been reading the moment wrong. 

Girls were often really touchy, right? They held hands, fixed each other’s hair, hugged and even cuddled. That was all just normal activities for straight girls. 

Vanessa stayed up at night, her mind reeling over just a light touch. It was pathetic, she thought. She shouldn’t be this held up, she has had other crushes after all. Brooke was something different, in a whole league of her own. 

It was 2 a.m. and once again, Vanessa laid in the bed staring up at the ceiling and trying to imagine different scenarios that could erupt from striking up a conversation with the blonde. She rolled over, grabbing her phone off the bedside table and proceeded to see if anyone was awake. 

V: A, you up?

A: Yeah girl, you know netflix and shit. 

V: oh yeah, of course

A: you wanna tell me what’s up?

V: there’s nothing up, I just couldn’t sleep

A: that’s an ass excuse and you know it, is it about Brooke?

Vanessa dropped her phone on her chest and sighed. She should have guessed that she would have known, she knows everything. Vanessa picked her phone back up, deciding that getting her advice might actually be beneficial

V: yeah, I hate how you know this shit 

A: you say that but I know you love it, bitch

A: anyway, just talk to her. She’s human and from what I’ve heard, she’s really nice. 

V: yeah and what happens when I make a fool of myself and she ends up straight and having a boyfriend?

A: girl, you really think she’s straight? Lmao!

V: well… yes. how would you even know otherwise. 

A: just look for the damn clues Vanessa, plus I’ve never seen her with any boys 

A: AND she rlly likes cats 

V: now that’s just ster- stereo- nvm. You know what I mean

A: Well, girl. Trust me, and talk to her. In class tomorrow, it’ll be worth it. 

V: I’ll keep that in mind, thanks A'keria

Vanessa dropped her phone again, letting out a deep sigh and rolling over in her bed, creating a plan for tomorrow.

Blue isn’t just her favorite color it’s the warmest

And her low cut tank top collection is enormous

If plaid and flannels are her go to thing

Sit back and listen to your gaydar ping

She walks around just like she owns the place

You mention pride and she can’t keep a straight face

Today was the big day. Vanessa was going to talk to her today, she had a whole plan and she was more or less ready. It was nerve racking though, if one thing went wrong it would ruin the plan and she would have to start all the back at point A again. She even had people involved to try and help her execute this, but it still had a big risk of going under. 

Vanessa got ready like she usually did every morning, yet this morning, she seemed to take some extra time to pay attention to some small details. Brooke deserved the extra time, Brooke deserves way more than that, but this was all that she could give at the moment. 

Vanessa was quick to form crushes, to love the beauty and the idea of being with somebody. This crush was different. She loved the way that she bowed her head while laugh, always moving her hand to cover her mouth. She loved the way she preferred colored pens over pencils, the way she added a loop to her ‘y’s. She was sure she would love every quirk that she was destined to learn. 

She skipped meeting with her friends in the morning, just so she couldn’t get distracted by the time she got to class. She got distracted pretty easily and didn’t want to risk the chance of missing her chance. 

She sat down in science class, quietly tapping her pencil on the side of the table running over the plan in her head. In theory, it was quite simple. When asked to choose partners, sit next to Brooke. A'keria will sit next to Nina. They will then proceed with whatever work they had to do. It seemed full proof! Or it should be. Possibly. 

She ignored any quips of conversation from anyone, and for the first time in she didn’t know how long, she actually listened to the teacher. Crazy, right?

As soon as the teacher finished muttering the words of partners and as soon the class began to buzz around, she made her move. Dodging other classmates, and she think she might have accidently pushed someone, but she wasn’t actually positive if she did. She had a goal in mind, and no one would get in her way. 

Vanessa nodded over at A'keria as they both slid into the correct seats, a confused Brooke and Nina beside them. A'keria gave her a look as to say 'Go get em tiger’ before turning and promptly starting her work with the class president, to leave both of the love interests to their own devices. 

“So… you come here often?" 

Vanessa closed her eyes, hoping to wake up from whatever nightmare where her first line to the girl she liked was "so you come here often”. Every inch of her being was stopping herself from slamming her head into the desk. 

“Well, for the last two weeks, yes. Every day.” Brooke let out a small laugh, along with a shake of her head.

“That was really stupid, I know.” Vanessa joined in on the laughing, deciding it was better to laugh at herself then the other way around. “I’m usually better than that.”

“I sure hope you’re better at science then.” Brooke cracked a smile, entitling her paper as soon as they were handed out.

Vanessa follows suit and does the same. 

Things got easier for the next 40 minutes. The conversation became natural, and flowed easily. They did more talking than they got work done, but they both didn’t seem too bothered with that. They talked about favorite movies, and favorite colors. They discussed hopes and dreams and things in that nature.

It seemed so easy to talk to the other now, and Vanessa just felt silly for having so much anxiety over talking her now that it was actually happening. 

“We didn’t get much done did we?” Brooke asked, looking down at her paper and up at the clock, seeing as class was almost finished. “You’ll just have to come over tonight, if you want too." 

"Oh, yeah. I guess I’ll have too then.” Vanessa smiled, pulling out her phone and handing it to the other to input her number. “Just text me." 

Brooke grabbed the phone, her smile seemingly got a bit wider as she looked at her background, it was Vanessa and her friends at the last pride event she attended. She put in her number, sliding her phone back over to her. "Nice photo." 

Vanessa didn’t even get to say anything back before she looked back up and the blonde was gone, seemingly vanishing into thin air. 

Sometimes the hottie-ness

Just makes it obvious

But it doesn’t happen every single case

They had made a plan to meet up at Brooke’s house at about 4:30 to finish their science work up, although they both knew that they weren’t getting together for the work. They had such a good time talking, and It felt like they had been long time friends and it just came so naturally. They just wanted to get to know each other better. 

Vanessa changed her clothing, not two, not three, but four times. It had to be perfect, but it had to also look casual and not like she was trying too hard. It had to look like she wasn’t contemplating her choices for an hour. 

She wasn’t as nervous as she was to talk to her yesterday, she was mostly just filled with excitement. A certain buzz filled her body, a buzz that gave her even more excitement then she was already was filled with. 

Vanessa stood in front of her mirror, deciding on what to do with her hair. She could just lightly curl it and let it lay across her back. She could just pin it up and keep it out of her face. So many choices, but she decided to just lightly curl her hair instead of pining it up. She decided it looked best like that, and well, she needed to do what she could. 

Brooke was so effortlessly beautiful, it seemed so simple for her. She could go without makeup, and it probably wouldn’t make much of impact, but Vanessa just wanted to look her best for her. 

At this point, she was pretty confident that Brooke did indeed swing that way, but she still needed to pick up on a few things before she was going to make a move, besides, what if she didn’t even like her, like that? Vanessa sighed quickly, shaking her head and grabbing her things, before heading out.

Oh Oh maybe she’s just being nice

Oh or you can take my advice

If she looks like she’d want a few cats

If her closet is full of snapbacks

You lock eyes that implies

That you’re in luck my friend

'Cause she’s probably a lesbian

Vanessa was a loud person, and she didn’t like the quiet. She slept with the TV on, and she always had music playing whenever she went or did anything. The quiet was awkward, and well, the silence was deafening. It held all the tension in the room, and it could take a knife to cut though. The quiet offered time to think, and Vanessa didn’t like that. So she preferred noise. 

Well, most of the time. 

Today, the car ride was quiet. No music on to sing too, no stupid radio podcast making corny jokes over the broadcast. It was just quiet. Right now, for once, Vanessa appreciated the quietness. She appreciated the time to think, the time to run everything in her head before she would end standing up, and knocking on the door. 

Which, she was just about to do. The ride was a lot shorter then she first thought it would. She was early, only by 10 minutes, but she was still early. Vanessa usually showed up late, but she tried so hard, to make sure that she left early enough not to be late. Would it be weird, if she knocked right now? What if she was busy, and she just interrupted that because she decided that she was early. Vanessa took 2 minutes to fix her light makeup, another 3 minutes to make sure that she had her science books. Another minute to take a swig of water, and yet another minute to apply another layer of lipstick after the previous coat got smudged on the bottle. 

It was time. 

Maybe it was flowers that dotted the pathway to the door, or maybe it was the birds that sang in the trees, or maybe it was just the way the curtains of the second story windows blew along with the breeze that made her loosen her grip on her bag as she headed towards the door. The house looks homey, it looked like the family had been at home here for years, when it had only been a few weeks. It was a refreshing sight and somehow made her heart beat slightly less quickly. 

Vanessa took one final deep breath, as she poised her hand at the door and knocked once, loudly, but just loudly enough to know that someone would hear. She heard shuffling and the sound of shoes clapping against wood, along with a voice that she would recognize anywhere. 

"It’s for me!” Brooke opened the door, a light smile on her face, as she pushed a strand of hair out of her face. “Thanks for coming." 

Vanessa took a few seconds to look over Brooke’s outfit change before doing anything else. She looked amazing, as always. But the look of comfort and ease looked even better than the look that consisted of hours in front of a mirror.  She looked at home and easy, like she didn’t have to try for anyone else. She felt like she got to see a special side, the side that let down a wall, the side where it was truly herself, not hidden behind any layers of makeup and nice clothing. 

"Yeah, of course. We had to get this shit done, huh?” Vanessa laughed, stepping into the nice home once she got the hand gesture that allowed her in. “You have a very nice house, by the way.”

“Thanks, let’s get upstairs before we get bombarded with 50 questions from my mom..” Brooke laughed lightly, leading the other upstairs before they could start the game of 20 questions that happened any time Brooke had anyone over. 

Pictures lined the walls and she glanced at them, as she was basically being pulled up the stairs, Brooke’s hand firmly placed in hers. It was warm and safe, and Vanessa felt everything that you would imagine one would feel in this moment, but she didn’t have much time to think about it. Brooke pushed open a white door, leading her into her room. 

If she does all these things but she’s not out of the closet

Then we don’t know for sure

But I’m sure gonna call it

Win some or lose some you roll the dice

When you’re taking my advice, but

Her room was decorated in hues of whites and pinks. Instead of band pictures hanging on the wall with sloppy uneven pieces of tape; pictures of dancers lined the walls with double sided tape on the inside of the corners, making it look like the pictures were merely floating against the wall; not pinned to the walls. 

Her room was clean, not the type of the clean that you achieve within 20 minutes before your guest of honor arrives, but the type of clean that you spend every day tending too, the type of clean where every single item has it own home, a place where it belongs. 

Two cats laid perched on her bed like it was a throne, and they were the mighty kings of the castle. Vanessa watched as Brooke sat on her bed, tucking her feet under her as she sat, the cats moving to sit closer to her. 

“This is why you asked me if I was allergic? I should have guessed it, it’s not exactly a conversation starter, otherwise.” Vanessa out a small laugh, that was trying to hide and shove back all of her fears. 

“This is Henry, and” Brooke smiles, gesturing to the cat on her lap. “This one is apollo.” She leans over to pet the one on the edge of the bed. “They aren’t exactly people type of cats, so I’m sorry if they don’t like you.”

Vanessa took that opportunity to sit down on the edge of the bed, immediately being greeted by apollo, who rubbed his body against the side of her body happily. 

Vanessa raised her eyebrows, looking over at Brooke momentarily, before looking back at the cat. 

“You Liar! I must be a cat magnet, don’t doubt the powers of a cat magnet." 

She laughed, started to feel more at ease they laughed and joked effortlessly, forgetting about the work that they came here to do originally.

"I’m going to grab some water for us, then we should probably finish the homework.” Brooke mentions after about 20 minutes of joking around. 

Vanessa watches as she climbs out of the bed, making her way out of the room, leaving her alone on the bed, with the cats. 

Vanessa sighed herself, boosting herself on her elbows as she glanced around the room once more. She took note of all the photos on the dresser, none of them with anyone her own age- besides her dance group photos. She did look absolutely adorable in a Tutu at the tender age of 6 though, holding a trophy that already half her size. 

She closed her eyes momentarily, running over everything she had noted in the last few days, or as A'keria would say, gathering the clues.

There was just no way she could tell for sure, she wasn’t out of the closet and it wasn’t like she would ask her- she could never muster enough courage to be that direct. It was getting harder to be so friendly when all she wanted to do was (kiss her deeply and pul-)  be with her. 

If she looks like she’d want a few cats

If her closet is full of snapbacks

You lock eyes that implies

That you’re in luck my friend

'Cause she’s probably a lesbian

Vanessa sat up, setting her homework on her lap as Brooke came back into the room, handing her a water for she crawled into the bed, setting up her own homework as well. 

Vanessa cracked open the bottle, taking a much needed sip, as she felt her mouth started to dry up, probably because of all the nerves. She read over the paper again, trying to remember what they were doing, as she honestly didn’t even remember. 

They didn’t talk much, only sharing ideas on what the answers could be. This was one of the quiets that Vanessa couldn’t stand, but she would do it if it meant that she could admire the way that the blonde chewed on the edge of her pen when she was struggling with an answer, or when her eyes would light up when she finally figured out a tough answer. 

Maybe in the future, they should stick with their usual partners. Not that they were both bad at science, but because whenever they would look up at each other, sharing small smiles and laughs and that often ends up with one of the throw pillows being thrown, it was actually pretty distracting. 

The small smiles were more endearing than any other smile, and the laugh was sweet but it filled the entire room with the sound that Vanessa could really get used to hearing on the daily.

They finished after an hour filled with stealing glances, thrown pillows and the occasional meow, if a pillow happened to hit Henry. 

“You can stay if you want- I mean if you don’t have any other plans or anything." 

Brooke piped up quickly, watching as Vanessa was starting to pack up her work in her bag. This was the first time Vanessa had seen an air of nervousness from the other one, but if anything, it only strengthened how much she liked her. 

"I would love too" 

If her purse is also a backpack

She’s always watching Orange Is The New Black

You lock lips i insist

That you’re in luck my friend

'Cause she’s probably a lesbian 

They decided to watch Netflix, after they had managed to get some food, and only get approximately 9 questions from her mother. Brooke was mortified, a bright red color present on her cheeks the entire time. Vanessa thought it was sweet that she cared so much, and she thought it was adorable how embarrassed Brooke got. 

They got back on her bed, this time sitting next to each other, rather than across like earlier. Brooke had pulled out her laptop, efficiently signing on as she looked over at Vanessa, to see what she would want to watch.

Vanessa shrugged, a content smile on her face as she looked at the home screen. "Whatever you want, I’m not really picky boo." 

She wasn’t sure why she added the name at the end, but it did bring some color to her cheeks. Brooke didn’t seem to mind the name, either that or she didn’t notice. She put on an episode of Orange is the New Black and settled against her headboard, Vanessa following suit. 

As the episode played, they began to gently shift towards one another, small enough at first so it was barely noticeable. Eventually, they made it so Vanessa could lay her head on her shoulder and brooke could easily wrap an arm around her. Vanessa wondered if she could hear how fast her heart was beating, if it would just jump out of her chest right now. 

Vanessa wasn’t even thinking as they glanced at each other, then the next thing they both knew, her lips were softly pressed against Brooke’s. She closed her eyes, leaning into the kiss, waiting for a sign. When she felt the other kiss back, all fear and worry melted. She felt at peace as they continued the soft kiss, until they broke apart for air. 

"Finally.” Brooke hummed once they broke apart, before going into another kiss that lead to small kisses and giggles all night long. 

Yeah, she’s probably a lesbian. 

[mooleche]

A Story of Ink and Venom - Chap. 5

A/N - Someone wicked this way comes! Some new revelations revealed and Nina is tasked with an important request after some distressing news! There are some french translations in here that I’m not quite sure how to post on here so if you’re curious to know what they say I can make a separate post to explain what they translate to! As always I hope you enjoy and if you’d like to be tossed onto the notifications list lemme know! 

Tagged - @leo-writer @master-sass-blast

Chapter 5: Preparation

I dreamt of blood.

Of tendons snapping and muscle being torn in two.

Heard the inescapable screams of terror in a void of nightmares that had me tossing and turning all night.

Then I saw them again. Those milky white eyes that narrowed as they set their sights on me, soon replaced by a gaping maw full of jagged teeth that were ready to tear into my skin like it was paper.

Then I woke with a small, terrified gasp. 

It was just a nightmare. This is what I had to tell myself as I stared at the ceiling and tried to calm my racing thoughts. My heart continued to pound and my clothes were damp with sweat from my troubled sleep. But the longer I laid there the more aware I became of my surroundings. A soft melody weaved in and out of my hearing and the hues of blue and pink of our hanging lights danced in my blurred vision. It was noticing this that I was finally able to release a sigh of relief as I was able to remind myself of two important things:

I was home. And I was safe. 

Beside me, the bed creaked and I turned my head to find Ava sitting cross-legged by my curtained window, hand over her mouth in serious concentration as she stared at her laptop screen. I made the effort to sit up and felt my entire body seize up with pain.

“Ah, she awakens,” her husky morning voice announced beside me as a groan of pain escaped me. I struggled to make the minimal effort to turn to her, only to be met with her hand that held my glasses and a bottle that she rattled at me.

“Drink up, Princesa. You’re gonna need these for the day ahead,”

“You’re a lifesaver,” I murmured as I accepted and downed them graciously. They could have been horse tranquilizers and I wouldn’t have cared, the pain that my body felt as I sat up had me almost wishing I was still facing those nightmares. Just the brief thought of reliving them made my stomach churn though, and I quickly tried to ignore it and press through the pain instead. 

I slumped over on Ava’s shoulder and sighed, a small chuckle escaping her as she carefully moved a piece of hair away from my face.

“Surprised you’re even awake right now, you outdrank all of us,” she teased as I held my head, now fully feeling the effects of my terribly thought out decisions last night. That was right, we had drunk last night to calm our nerves. Despite being desperate to escape the conversation we spent almost all night talking about it. Ava and Benni assured me the news hadn’t caught wind of my participation that they were aware of, only that there had been no bodies at the scene. 

That alone left me both relieved and terrified for Spiderman and whatever remains were of Deadpool.

If there were any at all.

I shook my head sluggishly to rid myself of the thought before looking to Bambi and Benni who were haphazardly sprawled along Bam’s bed, still very much unconscious.

“Why are you awake?” I asked Ava groggily, taking every motion delicately as the room continued to spin. 

She raised a brow at me and smirked.

“You think a little booze is going to cause me to break schedule? Pfft, I’m Latina, bebita. But also,” she added, pointing to the floor and frowning, “You really need to answer that thing. It’s been going off since 7.”

I went to ask her what she meant but then I heard it. The low rumble of my phone vibrating against the carpet. At that moment my hangover was completely disregarded and pain tossed aside as I slid to the ground and fished for it desperately. Ava watched me, perched from above, curiosity now wrinkling her brows as I found the source to the buzzing and curled into a ball to suppress the pain. 

All I could muster was a soft ‘oh no’ when I saw what was on the lock screen. 

Ava inched closer to me to try and sneak a peek as I continued to stare, not daring to unlock it to see what fresh hell was waiting for me inside. "What's going on?"

A soft 'oh' left her lips as I showed her. A handful of messages and mixed calls littered the screen, the fear you only felt when you missed 10 calls from your mother when you were a teen hitting my core as I swiped it open.

Only this fear was brought by missing the calls of my mother, father, AND Renato.

I swallowed hard and scanned the messages. All worried, all sent at various times during the night and this morning:

‘Honey, we just saw the news. Are you alright?’ ‘You’re not picking up. Did something happen?’ ‘We’re very worried. Pls respond!’ - Mom

*‘Mon chéri? Nous sommes inquiets pour vous’ ‘Appelez s'il vous plaît’ - Dad

‘Are you home? -R’ ‘Nina? -R’  ‘Look. I know you’re still recovering from last night but something has happened. Come to the lab ASAP. -R’ ‘Again, it’s URGENT. -R’ ‘Also, call your parents. -R’ - Renato

My gut twisted further with guilt as I read various texts from them all, but the last few from Renato worried me the most. It was sent almost half an hour ago and my imagination was going in every direction it could with what could have happened.

He rarely sent texts out to people, even when it was an emergency. What if something happened to him? What if that thing came back for it’s missing piece? What if it pulled an Alien and created a Chest Burster inside of him?? 

I had to go and see what was going on. 

I uncurled myself from my position before releasing a groan of discomfort, moving from one awkward position to another as I attempted to summon the strength to get up. It didn't work. Lying half off the bed beside me Bambi began to stir.

“Nina? What’s going on?” she yawned, rubbing her eyes as she unshifted from her own awkward position to sit up and watch my staggered efforts. Benni gave a soft snore next to her but remained still. I was fully convinced that we could have dropped a bomb on the city and she’d have stayed asleep during it.

“I have to go to the Professor’s office. Something's wrong,” I winced, finally finding my footing and attempting to poorly stretch to try and subdue the pain. While it didn't do much to help with it, it did help me understand where the source was. I tenderly touched my side only to recoil back as the shock of pain it sent. It was almost exactly where I had landed after the creature had flung me, bringing a series of uncomfortable pictures to my head before I could shake them away.

“What?!” Both Ava and Bambi asked in unison at my announcement, watching me shuffle awkwardly to my wardrobe that had seen better days. Bambi was now wide awake at this point and stood to meet me, a heavy frown set on her once pouty lips.

“Please tell me you’re not going, especially after last night-”

“Last night is just as much my issue as it is Renato’s, Bam. Who knows, maybe he just found out something interesting about that gunk,” I tried to reassure both her and myself as I began to rummage through my clothes. We were assigned two wardrobe closets to a dorm at the beginning of the year and expected to fit all of our belongings inside. While Bambi had somehow made hers always look presentable. Mine was everything but, and I now struggled as I attempted to rip a cute yellow hoodie with ‘Good Vibes’ written in a cute font across the front out of its clutches for the day ahead.

I succeeded, only to fall back and have a mess of clothes topple onto me in the aftermath. Both Ava and Bambi shared a look of worry before Bambi knelt down to help me.

“I just...think it’s kind of bullshit he’s calling you in after everything. Especially with that,” she added as she pointed to my midriff, shirt now raised some to reveal a nasty looking bruise that had formed overnight. Underneath lurked a nastier looking scar from past events that I quickly hid and looked away, suddenly very aware of my flaws.

“Bambi, *déjalo!”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“It’s fine,” I managed quickly, not wanting to mention it any more than it already had been. Like a monkey's paw suddenly sensing my wish to change the subject we all turned to my phone that had begun to vibrate again. Ava, the closest to it, studied the notification before her hazel eyes grew wide. “What is it?” I asked hesitantly as she stood and quickly closed the distance between us, holding my phone at arm's length like it was a bomb.

When I saw who was calling it might as well have been.

It was my father.

“Oh no, no. Can't you just like...I don’t know, tell him I’m sleeping??” I asked desperately, a snort erupting from her as she held it closer, holding me captive against the wall now.

“You really think I’m gonna pull off lying to your dad? Get real,” she hissed back while swiping over the green telephone emote to accept the call. I pursed my lips angrily in response, knowing she had me at a stalemate before I accepted the phone in defeat.  "Ante up, bebita, you're on." she mouthed quietly as she and Bambi stood nearby quietly to listen. Even Benni's once peaceful snores were gone from the room as I prepared to completely BS my way through this conversation.

“Bonjour Papa!” I chimed into the receiver, knowing full well the I had just stepped into the lion’s den and had to be very careful about what was said. My father was as smart as he was strong, and the man had won a plethora of heavyweight titles before he retired. I had to be smart about where the conversation would go.

“Nina,” he started, dad tone already in full swing behind his heavy french accent. “We’ve been trying to get ahold of you all morning, *est-ce que tu vas bien? We saw the news and-”

“Oh right, the news.” I interrupted, clicking my tongue with thought as Bambi and Ava watched with wide eyes. I ignored them as I continued to search for the rest of my outfit in the mess I had created. “Wild stuff, right?”

“You didn’t get involved, did you?” he asked point-blank, my insides squirming as I pretended to scoff at his words.

“Me? Get involved? C’mon dad, *Avoir une certaine foi!” I grunted while struggling into a pair of leggings. He grunted back in response.

“I just worry, mon petite. Because reports say that a small mystery hero came in at the last second,”

“You don’t say,” I asked softly, hoodie stopped half over my body at these words. I wanted to curse. Sure, the news hadn't been able to record anything of my failed attempt at heroism, but I hadn't even thought about bystanders that might have seen.

“Oui, and she seemed to be wielding a hammer. A big black hammer that fell apart right after using it,” he pressed, my nerves getting the best of me as I scrambled to find proper words to say. “You sure you weren’t there?”

“Of course not." I started, tugging at my hair nervously as I began to feel myself ramble. "I-I was studying with the girls during the lock-in! Do you know how many superheroes are in New York? In Brooklynn for that matter? Do you really think I’d be dumb enough to take on that thing? Hah! Hah! You’re so funny, papa. Oh? What’s that? My phone is dying and I need to leave? What a very strange coincidence!” I laughed a little too loud into the phone, walking nervous circles in the room as Ava and Bambi watched with embarrassed stares.

“Nina-”

“I really gotta go, I did nothing wrong, ever!” I answered hastily before hanging up, pulling my hood over my face to hide from the heavy looks the girls were giving me. “Please, no commentary.”

“Smooth,” Ava whispered dryly as I shrugged and tossed my hands up in the air, immediately racked with another bout of pain. I struggled to shrug it off, instead focusing my attention on gathering my belongings to leave for the day. As I went to grab my bag I stopped, sheets of my old weapon schematics poking through that brought me back to the day before. I shook my head of the invasive thoughts wanting to pry through and removed them, knowing I had no business trying to use any of them anymore.

Behind me, Bambi took a seat on my bed and tugged at her sleeves nervously.

“You’re really not going to tell them?” she asked softly. The question made me stop abruptly and turn to her, disbelief in my eyes. 

“Do you want to explain to them how they almost lost their only child while she was out playing hero?” I shot back quickly. I knew she meant well, and I knew that this would most likely end up biting me in the ass at a later time. But I also had to keep this a secret from them until it was all figured out, there'd be no point otherwise.

Especially if it meant putting them in danger.

“That’s...fair,” she agreed quietly after a moment of silence, Ava joining her side on my bed as they watched me scramble to shove my clothes back in my wardrobe. “Do...you want some company with Renato?” she offered, but I could see the fear in her eyes of having to face that moment again. Of having to go back to the labs and seeing what could possibly be another nightmare waiting. She had suffered just as much as I did and I didn't want to force her through it again if she wasn't ready.

Instead, I shook my head and feigned a smile.

“It’s fine, I’m going to Renato’s and then straight to Drawing 2 after. I’ll pick up your SD card for you while I’m there though, yeah?”

She looked relieved at this and nodded. “You’re a lifesaver, Neeners.”

“I know it,” I teased before grabbing my helmet and sauntering out of the door. Before I could leave fully my phone went off. Inside a simple text from Benni read ‘Be careful!’, but when I looked to the bed she was still as motionless as ever and dead to the world.

How did she do that?

“Aye, keep us posted!” Ava shouted through the door as I left, a soft sigh of relief escaping my lips as I headed outside. Truth be told it was a bit of a relief to be away from them. All the worried looks, the fear we had all felt hanging like a miasma in the room. I needed to get away from it all, to escape briefly so I could think.

Outside storm clouds loomed above, threatening to release hell down on the city at any moment. I hurried to Queen and took off before I was the unlucky duckling to have to experience it and, to my surprise, the street that had once looked like a warzone the night before was now pristine. Even the dark stain I had been haunted by on the way home was nothing more than normal black asphalt now. As much as people complained about where our tax dollars were going I had to give it to the city restoration committee for always being on point. They made it look like nothing had ever happened and, for a brief moment, I believed that.

Before I could enjoy the momentary peace of mind I was given I was already at work. My hands gripped my key card tight as I hurried to the door, trying to brace myself for whatever might be waiting for me inside. Instead, the door opened as I went to swipe and Barry stared at me, eyes wide with surprise as he saw my face.

“Miss Knight? What in the world are you doing here?” 

“I wish I knew. The professor called me in,” I explained shortly before scooting past him to sail down the stairs. I stopped abruptly at the last step, hearing the harsh tone of Renato’s ring through the air. I had never heard him so angry, not even when I once accidentally almost broke Levi's aquarium by playing with one of my ink balls in the lab.

Another voice, a strangely familiar voice this time, now spoke in a deep yet desperate tone.

“Darwin please, we may have had our differences before but this...this could very well save lives!”

“I’m not going to tell you again. This is a dangerous subject and it has no place in the medical field. Leave the premises or I will be calling the police. And don’t you ever, ever use that name again.” he growled. My surprise and curiosity were through the roof at this point. Who could strike so much anger in such a simple man that would lead him to talk like this?

I had to know.

“Knock, knock.” I chimed softly through the sliding doors, as if I hadn't just been eavesdropping just moments earlier. My eyes immediately fell on the stranger causing the ruckus and I couldn’t help but manage a small gasp at who I saw. It was the janitor from last night, the man that had sent chills down my spine with just a simple question. “A-am I interrupting something?” I stammered, trying to keep my composure as his gaunt appearance glared at me before looking back to Renato.

“I was just leaving. I hope you sleep well at night knowing you work for a monster,”

“Well, I’m in college, so your first mistake was thinking I sleep at all,” I responded a little too sarcastically, a small grim chuckle leaving the man’s throat as he knocked shoulders with me on his way out. His demeanor had changed completely from the man I had seen just moments ago, once slumped shoulders now broad, all frailty from him diminished as he turned to face Renato once more with a dark stare.

“It was nice seeing you again after all these years, Professor. Remember, I did try to play nice,” he called before exiting the lab, leaving a heavy silence in his wake. I blinked in surprise, unsure if I had just been tricked into seeing two different people or if that man was just that good at changing his personality. 

I turned to Renato who's brows were furrowed and was staring angrily at nothing in particular before I attempted to break the ice.

“So, who’s your friend?” I asked carefully, watching his eyes flicker up to me and narrow at the assumption.

“Never friends. We were hardly even colleagues,” he muttered as he began pacing, running his hands through his once neatly ponytailed dreads. They now fell over his face and shoulders as he stood hunched over his desk, fuming. “I knew something was off about that man, why didn’t I see it sooner?” he whispered to himself, fully immersed in the conversation in his head.

“Uh, what?”

“How could I have so foolish? Of course, I was being watched...how could I have known he would go to this level though? Stupid..."

"Renato?"

"If he gets his hands on this...dammit!” he hissed before slamming his fist on the desk angrily. I flinched at the action before snapping my fingers at him.

“Hey! Earth to Renato, bring it back down to Earth!” I called, watching him snap from whatever stupor he had previously been in. Looking up close at him now he looked exhausted, like he hadn’t slept at all. Under his lab coat, I saw now that he was wearing the same clothes he had worn when I left last night and it finally clicked. “Did you stay here all night?”

“I...well, yes,” he admitted sheepishly before he took to rubbing his chin, looking at nothing in particular like he was deep in thought. We stood in silence for a few moments before I touched his shoulder, confusion rapidly growing in my head that I was desperate to get explained.

“Hey, are you going to explain what’s going on or…?”

He seemed to slip back into the moment and sighed, pulling off his glasses to clean them anxiously. “Right. Sorry. I was hoping to give you a day to rest but...something happened.”

“So you said in the text. What is it?” I asked suspiciously, fear creeping into my voice before I could stop it. He took a large sigh before pressing his palms together and directing them at me with somber eyes.

“You have to promise that you’ll let me explain before you get upset,” he started, looking down at me with a gaze that turned serious within a few seconds. My stomach gave a quick twist of fear at this. It was suddenly very apparent that whatever that substance he had was no longer within sight, which made my thoughts run wild with worry.

“What did you do, Renato?” I asked gravely, watching him hesitate before starting towards the fish tank. My gaze hardened as I noticed it was now covered with a dark sheet, a sheet that he now removed to reveal a lazily wandering Leviathan in the water. I released a sigh of relief, a piece of me fearing the worst for the little crustacean. 

That was before it turned its sights on me at least.

It was like I had been tossed into a sci-fi horror flick. Its skin went from its usual beautiful maroon to a horrific pitch black, it’s size growing into something grotesque before he began to slam against the glass. Renato steadied the tank before tossing the sheet over it once more and it's furious attempts to leave grew silent. I stood in terrified silence trying to process what I just saw, hands quivering at my sides as Renato turned back to me and managed a weak unsure shrug.

“What, pray tell, the everloving fuck was that?” I finally managed to whisper as he started back towards me, hands shoved deep in his lab pockets as he seemed to ponder what to say to me. I took a step back from him, my gut suddenly unsure of how I felt about being around him. His gaze looked hurt at this but he kept his distance as if nervous I would run if he got too close.

“I suppose I deserve that…” he whispered before I scoffed, tossing my arms up in the air with a sarcastic laugh.

“You suppose? That guy was right, you're a damn monster!"

“Nina please, your language-”

“Do not start with me over that,” I snapped, folding my arms, ready to hear what excuse he had ready for what I had just seen. "Explain. What the fuck happened when I left?”

He sighed and nodded softly, giving up on arguing.

“Right. So, you left, and I had been engrossed in researching this creature. It’s quite a find, Nina, it’s DNA is incredible. So incredible in fact that I found it had regenerating cells and I…” he trailed, taking his glasses to fiddle with them as he spoke. “I saw a window for experimentation and I took it.”

“On Levi? But why? You know what that thing can do!” I protested, his features dark with thought.

“I know, trust me, I know. I thought...maybe a smaller dose wouldn’t have the effects of its original host, that maybe it could reverse his health,” he admitted, a look of weariness taking over him. “It did do that but it also turned him into what you just witnessed.”

“And how does your friend tie into this?” I asked grimly, nodding towards the door. He scowled at my use of friend but sighed wearily.

“As I said, he’s an old colleague...from a different time. Back...when I worked for the government,” he explained quietly. 

I blinked in shock. 

“You did what for the who now?”

“I was a scientist for a special research program briefly after college with the close colleague of mine I've mentioned, along with the man you saw earlier. He went by Oliver Phobus, though I’m not sure if he still goes by that name…” he trailed as if thinking hard into the past.

I couldn't believe he wasn't sharing this information with me. I could barely get him to reveal what his favorite juice was on store runs half the time much less a look into his past like this. I decided to press my luck and prod further.

"Why is that?"

“Oliver was, well, is a desperate man. His forte used to be finding cures to uncommon diseases, often taking devious measures to get to his answers if it meant a breakthrough.”

“Such as?” I pressed, curiosity growing by the second. He pursed his lips before continuing, a look of discomfort falling over him as if not wanting to answer.

“He did many experiments on...people...terrible things,” he whispered, my mouth growing dry at his words. His eyes grew dark at the mention of it, like he was reliving the experience as he spoke. “As soon as we found out we made sure he was removed from the program, but soon after he and his family left without a trace on where to find him. And then today…” he sighed, fist resting on his chin as he recounted what happened. “Today I was trying to take a sample from Levi and he came in and saw. He saw what Leviathan had become and I know he’s going to come back for him.”

“You think he’s going to come back? You told him you were going to call the cops!” I reasoned, a grim chuckle erupting from him as he stood once more and started organizing things from his desk. 

“You underestimate the level of desperation he’s at,” he answered shortly before hunching over his laptop, body stiff as he began to clack away at the keyboard. I shifted nervously, still trying to process all the new information given to me. Renato called him a desperate man but didn’t he just commit his own messed up experiment in the name of science? But also to hear he experimented on people, it left a bitter taste in my mouth. That strange smile he presented to me the night before now seemed all the more devious and caused a shiver to run down my spine at the thought of it. Renato at least seemed ashamed of what he did.

Phobus just seemed like a mad man on a mission.

“So...what will you do now?” I asked softly, my gaze traveling back to the tank that stood silent now despite the uproar that had just happened. Just remembering the glimpse of black tendrils slithering out and the sheer anger it seemed to have when it saw me...it made me not even want to be in the room.

Renato sighed as he turned back to me and folded his arms.

“This is where it gets tricky,” he began, frown settled deeply on his lips at what he was about to say. “My work, Levi specifically, can’t stay here any longer. I’ll be alerting the proper authorities of what’s transpired but I need to get him somewhere safe before I do so. Can't exactly have them seeing what he's become without it turning into a worse situation than it already is,"

“Fair enough,”

“What I need from you is just to stay here and keep guard while I travel home to get the proper equipment to take him to my colleague's residency. There we can do some proper testing, maybe see if we can reverse this-”

“You want me to do what?” I asked incredulously. Above us, a warning of thunder rolled past, a feeling of unease taking hold of my gut at his request. Here he was, dropping a complete bombshell on me and expected me to just roll with it like it was no big deal? I shook my head and held my hands up in disagreement. “Professor…”

“I wouldn’t be asking if I wasn’t desperate, Nina. You're one of the only people I trust with this,” he admitted, placing a hand on my shoulder with a look of sheer exhaustion. “I know you’re unhappy with me right now. I know I made a bad decision, but I can’t let him have this. He’s a dangerous man and I don’t know what he’ll do with the information or what could happen if-,”

“If he gets ahold of this, right,” I sighed, not wanting him to finish the terrifying thought that Levi could very well transform into some terrible if given the chance. Or even something worse happening if someone was able to manipulate that DNA. Inside every fiber of my being protested this request, but deep down I also knew all too well that sometimes you had to make the hard decisions that you really didn’t want to. I just wished it wasn’t me in this scenario, especially after the first time had already gone so wrong.

Renato was desperate by his standards though, and he had stuck his neck out for me so many times in the past year that I lost count. It was only fair I repay him for it.  

I just hoped it wouldn't bite me in the ass later.

“Alright, I will watch Levi until you can make it back. I have a class soon but I can skip if you need me to-”

“Not necessary. I’m already in enough hot water, I don’t need your parents blaming me for you missing class,” he joked softly before his demeanor changed. “You did talk to them last night, didn't you?”

“Define talk and last night,” I smiled sheepishly before laughing nervously at his sour appearance. “Relax, we spoke briefly this morning. They know nothing so I’d like to keep it that way,” I admitted before glancing at the clock and frowning. “Shoot. I’ve gotta head out but I’ll be back at around 6, is that too late?”

“6 is perfect. I’ll have everything ready for when you return so we can make this quick,” he added before pausing and looking at me with a soft frown. “Are you sure you’re up for this? You can say no, especially after everything that’s happened last night.”

“I’ve already made my decision, haven’t I? What’s the worst that can happen anyway? It’s just some science nerd that probably won’t even show up tonight, right?” I joked, trying to hide my own fear by making light of the situation. Renato gave me a weary smile before heading to his desk to get to work, brows creased with uncertainty at my words.

“I suppose you’re right, I'm probably just being careful about this. Just...be ready, we’ll discuss more when you return,” he concluded, setting us on our separate ways until the big night ahead.

Despite him trying to be reassuring about it a part of me knew that it wasn't going to be that easy.

Things were never that easy.

[jellyfishloveletterghosts]

Family man

** Stackson domestic fluff] for day 5 of Stackson week**

"Stiles!" Jackson hollers from downstairs in the kitchen which brings Stiles and Nina's party to a halt. "Where are all of the condiments?" This just causes Stiles to burst out laughing as Nina giggles into his shoulder curls bouncing.

Stiles doesn't have werewolf hearing but he doesn't need it to hear Jackson dramatically stomping up the stairs in search of them. "Daddy!" Nina calls excitedly as she climbs off of Stiles lap and totters towards Jackson.

Jackson doesn't acknowledge her right away to focused on the mess of their bathroom where Stiles has hung a tarp over the shower curtain and judging by the copies amounts of half empty condiment jars and the evidence on the tarp and Stiles and Nina they had been painting with them.

Stiles just grins at him as Nina clutches at Jackson's slacks smiling widely up at him one tooth just barely coming back in after having fallen out. Jackson ignores the gunk Nina is currently covering him in as he leans down and scoops her up into his arms her little arm grasping around his neck and spreading the mess farther.

"Hello sandstone. What have you and papa been getting up too?" Jackson asks bruising one long curl out of her face as her eyes light up. 

"Painting!" Is the excited response, she kisses Jackson's cheek before wiggling and demanding to be put back down. As soon as she is on the floor again she's at the condiments on the floor rubbing her hands through them before brushing them over the tarp.

"Painting?" Jackson raises an eyebrow at Stiles who has the decency to look sheepish. 

"We were out of paint." He blushes a little but the grin comes back as he gets up and wraps his arms around Jackson neck pulling him closer.

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Arcana-Scope Episode!

💌 Hi, y’all! I know the new moon was a few days ago, but my Cancer new moon podcast episode is now live!

I’m trying not to be self-conscious and I’m a little flustered from writing about myself in the third person, so I’m just going to finish this post with the show notes:

━━─★ For the first installment of Nina’s Arcana-Scope, Nina did a new moon in Cancer reading to see what energies this moon phase will bring us: Spoiler: It’s A Lot Of Feels, but hey, sometimes we need a chance to work through all the stuff gunking up our hearts. Don’t judge yourself for needing a break, or maybe even needing to cry it out.

The layout for this reading came from ethony, and the deck used was the Radiant Rider-Waite-Smith deck.

If you have a question you’d like to request a reading for, please email volatilesublime@gmail.com, with “Tarot” somewhere in the title. Please be sure to specify within the text of your email if you’d like a specific layout used or if you have concerns like staying anonymous. Nina can also be found on twitter and tumblr. Thank you for listening, and please keep an ear out for the next Arcana-Scope episode! ★━━─

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Nina Gunke Bokrelease

Fantastiskt Bokkalas på Maxim teatern vid Karlaplan med Nina Gunke’s bokrelease av “Innan jag glömmer”. Stöd Alzheimerfonden.se I sin bok Innan jag glömmer berättar Nina Gunke öppet om sitt liv före och efter diagnosen Alzheimers sjukdom. Det är en personlig berättelse om hur livet förändras av en demenssjukdom för den drabbade och för de anhöriga. Starkt, ömsint och drabbande berättar Nina om…

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Mama definitely has some funk in her by ALittletoo-Rocky1986

"Ah, I can't wait for mamá to hear about this. Heh heh." Laurena said to herself before getting up and taking the long way home. We continue we last left off in this saga. Laurena had just stuffed her brother inside of rancid flats before placing her feet back in to walk back home. Laurena couldn't help herself by using her full weight to inflict more punishment on her brother with each step, it just felt so pleasing to her. He just so happened the perfect insole for her feet. Meanwhile, Laurena's brother was not in the same joyous mood as her. Not only was he fighting off the stench of horrid foot odor, disgusting gunk, and bitter sweat; he also had to deal with the immense weight of flesh and heat pinning him down. With each step Laurena took, it felt as if the entire universe was collapsing on top of him. He was in such pain, that his screams could be heard even at his stature. "Oh hush you!" Laurena stopped walking to check on her brother, making sure he was still alive. She removed her foot from her flats. Her brother laid flat on his back breathing heavily. He tried to move his body, but the intense heat and sweat had glued him down. "You are such a baby, you know that Marcos?" Laurena scolded. "Besides, you can't even die. The shrinking made your body stronger so you can enjoy all this. Right, my little thief? Now, how about you grow some balls, and take your punishment like a fucking man! We're almost home now, so you better shut the fuck up or else!" Laurena shoved her foot back in her flats and aggressively stormed off until she got home. Meanwhile, their mother; Nina, 45, was in the backyard reading her daily gossip magazine and resting her tired feet on the patio. She had just come from work after another hectic shift at the busy retail store where she was employed. "¡Estoy cansado! I'm so tired from all that work! Thank goodness it's the weekend." Nina said to herself. "At least I am home now. I am at home where nothing new happens and that I can relieve myself of all this stress!" She then closed her eyes to take a quick nap. Laurena opened the back door and came outside. She saw her mother sleeping peacefully. "Oh, boy!" squealed Laurena. "I can't wait to see the look on mamá's face when she sees what I did! Mamá! Mamá! I got a surprise just for you!" Laurena then tapped on her mother's leg to wake her up. Nina slowly opened her eyes to see her eager daughter staring at her. "¿Qué paso, hija? Why did you wake me? I had a looooong day at work today and I just wanted to relax This better be important." Nina told her. Laurena giggled. "Don't worry mamá, I'm sure you'll love it" Laurena then took off her flats and took her brother out from the inside, setting him down in front their mother's foot. Marcos coughed and wheezed as this was the first time in a long time that he got to smell the fresh air. "So you woke me up from my nap to show me a little insecto?" Nina asked feeling quite disturbed. "Mamá, that's no bug. That's Marcos. I shrunk him!" Laurena smiled proudly. Nina was incensed with rage. "¡QUÉ! Marcos, are you ok hun? Are you hurt? How could you do this to your own brother?" Nina was very concerned about Marcos. It pleased Marcos to see and hear how furious his mother was at his sister. "But mamá, I had a good reason to. He stole money from me." Laurena explained. Marcos's pleasure just turned back into fear. Nina was confused. "Ok.....so you shrunk your own brother because he stole money from you? ¡Ay yi yi! Why didn't you tell me? Doesn't this sound just a little extreme?" Nina shook her head in dismay. "Yes, and yes mamá," Laurena answered. "But it was absolutely necessary. He needed to be taught a lesson. And what better way than to be shrunk and turned into a foot slave." Nina looked down at her son once she heard Laurena's response. "Foot slave?" My feet could use all the tender, love, and care right now; Nina thought. But I can't do this to my own son, that's just cruel! Marcos saw the pondering look on his mother's face, he knew she was thinking about using him as her own foot slave. He couldn't imagine worshipping another pair of feet after his first ordeal. Laurena knew she got to her mother. She knew just how tired and sore her feet are, she would always complain about being on her feet all day working; Laurena just had to seal the deal. "Oh yes, mamá! Foot slave. At the park, I made little Marcos kiss and lick my feet clean. I even told him before we left that he was going to worship your feet next. I know that you're always on your feet at work and thought that you most definitely need this." Nina rubbed her feet together during Laurena's convincing speech. She desperately needed some relief for her aching feet. "Well, I'll be in my room. Call if you need me. Oh, by the way, he can't die. So you can have as much fun with him as you wish." Laurena went back inside leaving Marcos and Nina alone together. Marcos worriedly looked up at his mother. "Mom, you're not going to make me a foot slave....are you?" Nina grinned as she wiggled and flexed her toes. "Awww Marcos, you know I love you hijo...." Nina inched her feet toward Marcos. ".....but mamá just wants a little foot massage. A teensy weensy itty bitty one. I'm sure you don't mind. Now, get to it!" Marcos didn't want to at all. He could physically see the stench and waves of heat coming off of his mother's feet. "Mom, can we talk about this?" Marcos tried to reason with her. He got on his knees begging her. "Qué lindo, how cute?" His mother cooed. "But we have nothing to discuss at the moment. The only thing we can discuss is how great it feels to massage my feet!" Marcos begrudgingly started to rub his mother's feet. They were hard and rough to the touch. Worst of all, their stench was overwhelmingly overpowering. "Come on, Marcos! You can do better than that. I've been on my feet all day. Do it for your mamá." Nina urged him. Marcos had to increase his effort in pleasing his mother's foot. He continued to massage her aching soles at max effort. Once she was satisfied enough, Marcos fell on his back as if he was near death (which he actually was....if he could die). "¡Hijo I'm not done with you just yet. We have not even begun!" Nina smiled wide as she scrunched her feet. "Smell my feet," she demanded. Marcos somehow managed to get up and respond. "No... I-I-I don't wanna. They smell and I can't take it." Nina lifted her foot and used her big toe, wiping and pressing it all over Marcos's face. "¡Cállate! I didn't ask if you could handle the scent, I simply told you to smell my feet. Do it, now!" Nina was irked by Marcos's disobedience. Marcos sobbed as he took small whiffs of the putrescent fragrance of his mother's feet. Nina was not at all impressed by his performance or lack thereof. "You call that smelling? I want your nose pressed and buried deep into my sole so I can really feel you smelling my feet. Hurry up! Chop, chop!" Marcos had no choice but to obey her. He walked over and without hesitation buried his face into her soles. It was the most agonizing thing you could imagine. Like suction, his face had stuck onto her sole and was forced to breathe in sweat and stench. His mother cackled at his futile attempt of escape, his struggle was quite entertaining and fulfilling to her. "Ok ok, bueno," Nina said as she pulled her son free. Marcos was gasping desperately for some air. "¿Tienes hambre? Are you hungry, my love?" Nina asked kindheartedly. Marcos was so exhausted and quite famished. "Yes, mom. What did you cook?" he asked jumping back up with excitement. Nina was delighted at his enthusiasm. "Oooh, I whipped up something special just for you! Just wait." she giggled. Nina adjusted herself in her seat as she pushed her feet forward and spread her toes out wide, she then leaned toward them to point right in between her toes. "¡Hora de la cena! Dinner time!" Nina shouted out. Marcos didn't get it. "Mom, I already worshipped your feet. Please, I need food. My stomach is craving it badly." Nina erupted in laughter, her laugh was so strong that it shook the table which she had rested her feet on. "Silly boy." she began. "This is your food. You are going to find what 20 years of standing on my feet all day long tastes like. You get a nice large chunk of toe jam, with a side dirt and grime; with a heaping side of dead skin, sweat, and fungus. You might even get to eat a corn or two for dessert! Oh, lucky you. ¡Mmmmm, mmm, delicioso!" Marcos was horrified. "You can't do this to me, mom. Please! That's just downright inhumane." Nina smirked at her son. "I can and I will." Nina quickly snatched her son between her toes. "Mom! What are you doing!" Marcos cried out. "If you are not going to obey, then I will make you obey me!" Nina squeezed her toes, then loosened her grip before squeezing her toes together once more, using almost all of her might. "I am your mamá. I am also your diosa, your goddess. How dare you even think of disobeying me!" Nina shouted. Poor little Marcos screams out in agony. His bones felt as if they'd give in entirely, he couldn't even breathe; his mother's strength cut off any chance of him taking a single breath. "Ok! I'll eat it! I'll eat it! Just stop squeezing!" Marcos cried out. Nina loosened her grip again, but still firmly trapped her son between her toes. "Bueno. I did not want to do that, but you made me do so." Nina told him before grinning. "Now enjoy your meal. Just think of it as a wet crunchy potato chip." Marcos, as revolted as he was, began to take bites from the toe jam wedged between her toes. I can't even describe the taste, there is not one existing term to even categorize something so vulgar and so foul. Marcos courageously bit off some chunks of toe jam. The texture was slimy and wet, yet crisp enough to be crunchy. It was astonishing how Marcos was able to resiliently stomach the toxic, greenish, greased up body oil and sweat filled concoction that had built up between Nina's toes throughout the years. Meanwhile, Nina watched her son do the unthinkable (well, I call it that; with great reason), she didn't care much at all about the suffering she and her daughter had done to him, but that doesn't mean she wasn't somewhat proud of his efforts either. "¡Fantástico! Bravo!" exclaimed Nina. She even applauded him. "Just one more thing and you are done with me for today. ¿Comprende?" Marcos looked up at her in disbelief. "No te preocupes, don't you worry. All I want is for you to lick the toenail on my big toe. I have to keep my pedicure fresh." Marcos defiantly protested. "Mom! Haven't I been punished bad enough?" With swiftness, Nina slowly started to squeeze her toes for the third time. "What was that, hombrecito poquito?" Marcos hurriedly instructed his tongue to lick her giant toenail. He could taste the chemicals from her polish as he coated and shined her toenail with his saliva, from her cuticles to her green French tips. "Finished," Marcos said hoarsely. Nina playfully wiggled Marcos around between her toes. "Hold on, I just gotta make a quick call" "But you said...." Nina ignored what her son had to say as she dialed a number. Aunt: Hello? Nina: Hello, is this Paloma? Aunt: Yes, this is she? Who's this? Nina: ¡Esta es tu hermana mayor! It's me, your big sis! Aunt: Oh! Hey! How are you? It's been awhile. And please chill out on the español Nina, you know I'm bad at it. Lol. Nina: Hah hah! I'm doing quite well; same old, same old. And what about you, dear? Aunt: I just finished beauty school looking for a place. Nothing too fancy. Nina: Oooooh, maybe you can give me some pedicures like you did when we were a kid? Aunt: Ewwww! No fucking way! I was like 7 thinking about how funky your feet smelled whenever I painted them for you. You were like 22, wash them dammit! You're a grown ass woman, a kid like me didn't need to smell that! So anyway, how are my niece and nephew doing? Nina: Laurena is fine. Marcos well......he's in the doghouse. Aunt: Wait, what happened with Marcos? Nina: ¡Ay! Long story. So apparently Marcos was stealing money from Laurena. And when she found out, she shrunk him, and made him into a tiny foot slave and made him worship her feet as punishment. Aunt: No fucking way. Stop it. Just stop it! You are so lying Nina. Nina: Yes, Paloma! It's all true! And she brought him home and well... Aunt: And what? Nina: I couldn't resist. My feet needed the worship. Aunt: Lol. Gross! Poor Marcos, I rather die than be anywhere near your feet! Nina: Oh, be quiet! That's the thing sis, he can't die. You can indulge in all the pleasure without having to worry about crushing him. Aunt: What! That's incredible....and a bit weird. My goodness. Nina: Yeah. But it feels like the best thing ever. So I was thinking...since it's been awhile...and that you just finished school...I was thinking...maybe... Aunt: No need to explain. On my way right now. Nina: Can't wait, little sis. Love you. Mmwah! *hangs up* After hanging up the phone, Nina still continued to wiggle Marcos around between her toes. Due to the rigorous toe wiggling, Marcos was too oblivious to the phone conversation his mother just had, her feet had him distracted. Meaning he had no idea of what was coming next for him as a foot slave. To be continued  

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[ embrace ] for your muse to hold mine .. ALL THE HUGS FOR DANTE! <3

The boy was covered in gunk, mud and all things foul, but that didn’t matter. She was wearing a nice suit, and it was going to get ruined, but, again, that didn’t matter. What did matter was the tears falling from the young boy’s face. “Dearest, you have to be more careful.” She spoke comfortingly, bending a knee to the floor to look at the child. “Your healing is good, but honestly my dear, if I tried a stunt like that at your age, why I’d be practically toast.” Her words didn’t soothe the boy overly much, but that didn’t matter, she had a plan. “Why don’t you show me where it hurts, dear?” The child pointed to a large cut on his lower leg, dripping blood and steadily healing. “Oh, my dear.” She bent further down, pressing a soft kiss to the knee. If only Eva was here, she’d know what to do. Nina was not a mother, but she could at least act with the best of them. “N-Nana!” The boy was crying heavily now, reaching for her, and she reached back, sliding her arms around the young boy’s waist and pulling him in, letting the boy’s legs wrap around her as she pulled them both up, placing Dante on her hip. “Now then, how about some ice cream?” The boy gripped her tighter, and she returned the hug, warmth seeping from her body. “Do they have strawberry?” The child asked, and she nodded, “I’m sure that can be arranged dearheart.” They both deserved nice things.

[mezitli33]

CODENAME MEDIZINMANN HERUNTERLADEN

Top 10 im TV: Miniserie in 4 Teilen, Folge 1—4 Folge 1. Ski Alpin Sport Ein Fall für Annika Bengtzon. Deshalb blieb Kamera „lange, zu lange“ drauf. Die zwölf schrägsten X-Mas-Filme aller Zeiten. Ein Fall für Nadja Serie

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Nina Gunke, Mikael Medizihmann, Codename: Doch kurz bevor er das revolutionäre Medikament auf den Markt bringen kann, wird sein kleiner Sohn Jonas entführt. Folge 1 — Bild: Mit einem neuartigen Antidepressivum namens Zylomin soll Holst Medicals den hart umkämpften Markt für Psychopharmaka erobern. Doch bei dem Versuch, den Jungen zu befreien, wird er niedergeschossen. Hawaii Five-0 Serie

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Ein starkes Team Serie Folge 4 — Bild: Bitte anmelden, um TV-Erinnerung zu aktivieren arrow. Merke dir den Film vor, damit du erfährst, wenn Codename: Nachts im Museum – Das geheimnisvolle Grabmal Spielfilm Jens Dahl, Morgan Jensen.

Die besten Filme am Wochenende. Im Zuge der Ermittlungen wird zufällig entdeckt, dass seit geraumer Zeit geringe Mengen Pallumit verschwinden, der Grundstoff für Zylomin. Teilen Twittern Teilen Mailen Drucken. Gegen den Willen seiner Frau informiert er nicht die Polizei, sondern beauftragt stattdessen den firmeneigenen Sicherheitschef Lennart Rask Reine Brynolfsson mit der Suche nach dem Jungen.

Aktuelle News zu weiteren Filmen. Doch bei dem Versuch, Jonas zu befreien, wird Lennart niedergeschossen.

Codename: Medizinmann (1)

Simon Norrthon, Lennart Hjulström, Codename: Doch kurz bevor er das revolutionäre Medikament auf den Markt bringen kann, wird sein kleiner Sohn Jonas entführt. Medizinmann 3Codename: Diesen Artikel versenden an. Wasser für Elefanten Mein Freund Knerten Spielfilm Doch der Verdacht gegen seinen eigenen Onkel, der sich heimlich mit der Konkurrenz traf, erweist sich als nicht stichhaltig.

Ein Fall für Annika Bengtzon. Folge 2 — Bild: Nutzer haben sich diesen Film vorgemerkt. Bilder zum Film Foto: In der Hauptrolle des ehrgeizigen Geschäftsführers Martin Holst, der erst durch eine brutale Entführung bemerkt, wie sehr er seine Familie vernachlässigte, überzeugt der schwedische Charakterkopf Mikael Persbrandt, dem deutschen Publikum bestens bekannt als Polizist Gunvald Medzinmann aus der Krimiserie „Kommissar Beck – Die neuen Fälle“.

Doch während er und seine Frau Anna sich den Fragen der neugierigen Journalisten stellen, wird ihr Sohn Jonas entführt. Die zwölf schrägsten X-Mas-Filme aller Zeiten. Im Namen des Gesetzes Serie Hawaii Five-0 Serie Als militante Tierschützer in die Firma einbrechen, treibt Holst die Testphase voran.

Codename: Medizinmann

Im Zuge der Ermittlungen wird zufällig entdeckt, dass seit geraumer Zeit geringe Mengen Pallomit verschwinden — der Grundstoff für Zylomin. Alles zu dem Film „Codename: Martin Holst ist der ehrgeizige Geschäftsführer des börsennotierten Pharmaunternehmens Holst Medicals.

Medizinmann im Fernsehen läuft. Weitere Bildergalerien Oster-Klassiker Die alte Vertrautheit ist immer noch da.

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[chamgomlem]

Guild Introduction {Aria Amberlight}

She had only been in this area for an hour, and already she felt like the murk and sludge that had polluted the waters of Blacklake had stained her skin and clothes. So much for finding a new and brilliant place for a temporary stay, this place was in the middle of a rebel war. Keeping her profile low and slipping through the shadows, the elf's eyes pierce through the dark. It's lucky that she had great vision in a situation like this, it truly came in handy for hazards.

Unfortunately just because she could SEE well, did not mean that she could avoid everything well enough. One slip of a single foot, and Aria found herself stuck in sludge. Seriously, no matter how hard she tried to pull herself out, the sludge was stuck to her like glue. Her jaw tightened, the wood elf settled her weaponry down in order to wipe away some of the nasty gunk. Her wolf, meanwhile, stood on guard. Ears pointed upward, tail still motionless to hone in on his focus.

"Grrrrrrrrrrr...!"

"Hey, quiet down, pup. I'm trying to get out." Aria hushed her comrade, her attention turning back to the stinking muck. Just one more good kick, and she SHOULD be able to slip out...

"Grrrrrrr!!"

"Shh, quiet!"

"GRRRRRRR GRAWW-!"

Quickly, hearing her wolf suddenly burst into a loud snarl, Aria's eyes darts up in time to meet a rotting corpse with the most rank stench that had ever hit her nose.

Body suddenly recoiling back upon instinct, the Ranger felt her hand reach over for her weapons that she had settled down. At the same time, while her wolf had jumped up to take a nice nasty chomp of the zombie's leg, an arm had shot out from the muck and scum.

Startled, a surprised scream rips from the elf's lips when the hand grasps her own arm. The same black goop had dribbled down the sickly pink skin, and with great strength, the zombie's arm attempts to pull her in one direction. Its plan, she could register, was to get her to suffocate in the muck by pulling her in!

"Gross! Get away from me!" Lack of knowledge of such a creature made the Elf scared. Her free hand grasping the hilt of her sword, she swiped and sliced the zombie's arm clean off with one fellow swoop.

A brilliant idea, because now she was free!

A horrible idea, because now the zombie's arm was still latched to her, and it was digging its nails right through the fabric of her leathered shirt.

Cringing in fear, Aria was about to call for her wolf when suddenly-!

WZZT-! A sudden rain of fire arrows came spouting out of nowhere, clipping the zombie arm and causing it to fall right off of her. The rest had made their marks on the sludge zombies in front of her. Each one casting a crimson glow as their bodies burned into a crisp; a scream ripped out from their jaws as her wolf finished the job and tore them apart.

"Hey-! Are you ok? If you can fight, pick up your weapon! There's more incoming!"

The voice-! Aria's attention draws to a pirate-dressed elf who had halts her step right next to her. Her posture tense, arm pulled back as another arrow released from the elf's bow and straight into a zombie's skull. Such a handling of a bow at an expert level, Aria finally snaps her attention to her bow and grabs for it. Her foot pulled free, Aria quickly mimics the other elf's stance.

"I can absolutely fight!" Her words housing confidence, Aria released an array of arrows towards the newly formed sludge zombies. Except, most of them missed... except for one, which had nailed one zombie in the knee. Her wolf, with its fur bristled, tackled the zombies she had not hit, and with the last shower of arrows from the unknown elf beside her, the zombies quickly dissolved into nothingness.

The fight was over before she had the chance to even blink, and still she stood in silence. Simply put, she was bewildered by what she had just seen.

"There. Watch where you're going next time, alright? Next time there might not be another fellow elf to help you out of your sticky situation." A tone that could have been serious, but the other elf's tone held a sense of a knowing tease. Aria should have felt embarrassed by being saved by another person, but in reality, she felt gratitude.

She needed to know how to use her bow at that level, and perhaps... she could help her.

"Wait...!"

The elf had stopped in her tracks, her head turning as a brow raised in curiosity and confusion. Why had Aria stopped her? 

“Please... if it’s not too much trouble, would you guide me to somewhere safe to rest for tonight?” The request is shy, and Aria already felt a heat of embarrassment rise up from her face.

“I know it’s a tall order, but i’m a little desperate... I don’t have much, but I can offer my skills however much you need. I’m great at hunting, and I can weave together some durable clothing made from the cold forest itself.” Her offer fell embarrassingly off her tongue and the elf looks at the other for a quiet moment.

“I promise I won’t get in the way.” 

The expression upon the other elf’s face was unreadable at first. Lips pursing, finger coming up to stroke the side of her chin, she seemed to be contemplating something. The wait was agonizing, and Aria could already feel herself sweat. Her wolf, who had shook the blood off of his fur, had politely settled down by her feet. He, too, was watching the other elf with raised ears. 

Then, she finally spoke. 

“Alright, I think I know where you can stay for now. In fact, I think a guild like mine can use someone like you. Come, I’ll lead the way and show you. Then, when you’re rested up, you can show me what you know based on your bow there.” An arm came forward, awaiting for Aria to grasp the owner’s hand- to which, she did without hesitation. She was not going to miss this moment. 

"I promise you won't regret this! I, Aria Amberlight, shall be as useful as I can be! Mark my words on it!" Her smile couldn’t be happier, and her wolf already sprung to his feet with an excited wag. 

“It’s a pleasure, then! You may call me Nina, and while we’re at it, let’s get out of this stink hole.” A pleased grin on her lips, the two shook hands proudly. Ah yes, this was going to be absolutely perfect for all of them! 

Curious eyes widened in awe, Aria almost collapsed due to exhaustion, tiredness, and bewilderment from hearing about this supposed guild from Nina. Both had found a safe haven away from the monstrosities that lurked in the darkness; gathered by the fire, Aria had questioned where Nina was from, and what life was like here. 

She had answered back about the guild, their mission, what their goals were and what she had been doing here. It all sounded like some kind of fantastic dream, that Aria couldn’t even rip her eyes away from the story telling elf. The way she made it sound was as if the guild was like a home- 

No, not just a home. A place where people were needed.

People like her, and those that needed it. People like herself, too. 

“I would be honored to join, if I may.” Aria began as she began to sip on a wooden cup of water she had been handed. 

“I have actually been searching for so long for something like this.” A sad smile on her lips, the ranger placed her cup down and smiled sincerely at Nina. 

“I may not have a lot to offer... but even though we just met, I will help you fight for the cause. Who knows, maybe a skill or two I have learned from the cold forest will bring you many victories!” She chuckled. Of course, hopefully, that would mean she wouldn’t step into anymore traps! 

[tarithenurse]

Good cop, bad cop (Species Unknown 3/9)

Reader: supernatural being

Word count: 770

Warnings: language, angst, bit of fluff?

Still hoping for feedback, so will post this and maybe one chapter more before giving up on it.

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The world is drifting in and out of focus and it’s a good thing that the lights are out, or Leira would probably have to watch it spin too. Her body is aching all over and some parts feel like they’ve been skewered which coincidentally isn’t far from the truth. The hunger is back too, doing absolutely nothing good for her as the insides of her belly clench tightly, threatening to make the promise from earlier a reality.

How long?

The question can apply for both the duration of the torture and the time she’s been unconscious.

…

Next time she comes to, the first thing the woman does is to throw up. There’s not much left, so it’s mostly stomach acid, but that shit stings when it lands in the slow-healing wounds because she can’t tilt the head far enough away, and the elongated fangs split the stream. Perhaps they’ve heard the retching and coughing. Perhaps it’s just coincidence. But she’s only been sitting in the nasty gunk for a few minutes before the door is opened and the lights are switched on.

“Fucking hell!” For once, she agrees with a hunter on something. “Sammy!”

The heavy footsteps precede the tall man, and she’s vaguely aware that he swears too before the sounds fade away and the world go black.

…

“Come on, drink.” The voice is oddly soothing and instinctively she does as it tells her to. “That’s it.”

The blood is a bit warmer this time, making it easier to digest and it doesn’t take long before Leira’s aware that a large hand is cupping her head carefully. Then the flow of blood thins and stops, making the prisoner whimper slightly.

“Don’t worry, there’s more.” Is that Sam? “Do you need normal food too? It looked like you’d eaten a proper meal.”

She nods weakly, and the supporting hand disappears, letting her head tumble to the side. The hair is in her face, but she can make out the tall figure as it moves to a table and back. Ever so carefully, the hunter brushes the woman’s hair away and for a moment Leira’s mesmerized by the greyish mix in his eyes. So much soul. He asks her to open the mouth, holding out a spoon of what might be beef stroganoff. It’s not impressive food, but it’s exactly what she needs, and she eats as fast as he lets her.

“Thank you, Sam.”

“You’re welcome.” It’s said by reflex, making the tower fidget with the spoon as if embarrassed by his response.

Looking down at herself, Leira’s happy to see that they let her keep the clothes on before rinsing off the vomit and blood. Sure, the wounds are still seeping slightly, mixing red into the wet fabrics, but it still feels better for the first time since arriving.

“We buried her, by the way.” Even with his back to the chair, Leira can tell that Sam’s apologizing somehow. “The vampire.”

“Nina?”

“Was that her name?” She nods, finding it hard to talk for a moment thanks to a lump in the throat. “She was your friend?”

“Kinda.” Yes! He’s picked a handful of cotton wool and there’s a smell of disinfectant as he hunches on the floor, scrutinizing the wounds inflicted by his brother. “It’s better to use clean saltwater.” Leira comments dryly.

Again, their eyes meet. His brows are furrowed and there’s so much worry and empathy flowing from him, that she finds it hard to keep back the tears. Harsh words, pain, hatred and lack of understanding would make it all so much easier, because it’s what she’s learned to expect in a world where monsters are hunted by other monsters, humans and angels alike. Leira hadn’t had much time with her parents, but they managed to teach their child a little bit about the world and what to expect…nowhere in their lessons had there been anything about compassion from a hunter. Especially not a wickedly hot one. The last thought makes her blink in surprise, breaking eye contact with Sam.

“Good to know. Thank you…?” The unspoken question is obvious.

“Leira.” Idiot! At least there’s no last name to go by.

A small smile plays on his lips. “So not a single one of the cards are with your real name?”

“You know how it is…either you need a birth certificate or a brilliant forger.”

Silence descends, oddly comfortable after everything she’s been through, and she just watches as he cleans up the wounds the best he can (still using the stinging disinfectant). He’s done that before, that much is obvious. When he’s done, he packs away the things and tossed the use cotton in the trash before leaving.

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