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rhineposting · 8 months ago

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“So you’re telling me that this war-horse stallion you purchased not that long ago not only isn’t a stallion, but it’s also not even a horse to begin with?”

Capitano nodded idly to the question, otherwise occupied by the task at hand, which had been thoroughly brushing the mane of the animal ; a beautiful gray and white pony, in height barely reaching to his chest. Truth be told, he never quite intended on getting a horse to begin with, he could march fast well enough on his own, and it was good for keeping his condition in check. However the Jester insisted, and so, a few years back he went searching for a travel companion. People from all over were offering their steeds as soon as they learned of the Harbinger’s search, desperate to strike gold. Though he was no business man or dignitary, the Captain was well aware that a single purchase of his was akin to a whale-fall in the ocean of markets and trades. Therefore, he did not make haste in purchasing a horse - deliberately picking where the whale would be best off falling.

That, and of course, he didn’t want just any horse.

Those already grown had their own personality, especially those who had already been in a conflict. As such, the likelihood of one such veteran cooperating with him was low, same could not be said about the likelihood of accidents occurring. He truly would not want to fight with a horse over a minor disagreement in which there were none to blame, that would have been just unfair to the animal.

Therefore, he chose to raise one such steed for himself from a colt. That way, it ought to have been attuned to him from the very beginning, he thought to himself. Thus he had went on an even longer search for a colt befit of military activity, one that would be able to support his weight in the battlefield should the need ever arise. Of course, as he soon after learned, that was a task as easy as finding a needle within a stack of hay, for none matched his requirements. Perhaps it was doomed to fail, Capitano would think, and that was in truth the preferable outcome for him. That way, the Jester would per chance leave him be to keep walking on-foot to whichever his destination may be. A horse may be moody, but his own body fell to no such weaknesses, after all.Then, during one visit to a particular farm, he had been shown a colt - larger than most of it’s peers, nimble yet strong and capable, and with a gorgeous coat too. Its first owner couldn’t find enough words of praise for the animal, constantly listing seemingly endless good qualities whilst Capitano fed it with before provided snacks. As expected, the price was twice as large as that of a regular colt, but for a man his status few were things he could not afford, and a horse was not one of them. So he paid everything upfront and returned to the capital with his finally obtained steed.

Alas, as the years passed, it scarcely grew until eventually it stopped growing entirely - tall enough just to nibble on his coat every now and then, and that’s where it occurred to him that perhaps there was something wrong with the horse.

But of course, there was nothing wrong with it. It just wasn’t a horse.

The Jester sighed, rubbing at the bridge of his nose, “At the very least, do you still have the name and location of that merchant? This kind of transgression cannot be forgiven or forgotten. Otherwise, you’ll send word far and wide that Harbingers can be tricked and cheated with absolutely no repercussions. Surely, neither you or I desire that?”

To that, Capitano only kept combing the pony’s mane, his time-off pants and shirt long since covered in coarse gray hair. Every now and then, he’d spare a gentle caress to her side, and she seemed most pleased. So was he, in turn.

“If you wish to put the merchant on trial for deliberate misinformation, I’ll make no arguments against it,” he answered, quite plainly - before continuing- “However, I do think Siobhan had fulfilled her role as my companion rather admirably. I can count on one hand the number of men more loyal than her. Regardless of the kind of sentencing her first owner will receive, that won’t decide whether I shall keep her or not.”

Ever so slightly amused, the Jester chuckled and took a seat. Far, on the other side of the room, away from the pony. While her quarters had been regularly scrubbed clean, the smell of an equine was still one of Jester’s least favorite smells. His sense of smell had been decaying well enough on it’s own for the last few decades, no need to hasten the process of completely losing his scent.

“Why, are you not worried that should the time arrive, she’ll be rather vulnerable to harm?” the Jester asked, most curious. To which the Captain momentarily paused the combing and proceeded to march off to the side where something akin to a wardrobe stood, from which the man pulled out a mesh of metal plates and leather straps - the contraption soon being carefully secured atop the animals head ; revealing itself to be a tailored helmet with a sharp, metal pike sticking out from the helmet’s forehead. Siobhan seemed most pleased.

“She headbutts things and people when she’s stressed,” the Captain explained calmly, unaware of the absurdity of the image he created with that one act alone,“And as of recently, I’m trying to teach her how to carry a weapon with her teeth, though I haven’t yet decided what kind of weapon it should be. Safe to say, sooner or later, she’ll be more than safe from lethal harm.”

Once again, the Jester chuckled - barely restraining an undignified bark of laughter from pouring out as the makeshift war-unicorn looked between the two of them, it’s gaze yearning for brain cells to spare. It had gotten to the point where the Jester, usually immovable and stern, could not bear to look at the animal no longer, least he’d risk his dignity once more.

“…So be it. You may keep her, but don’t say I did not warn you, Captain,” he eventually coughed out, his back turned to the man and his companion both. “Is there anything else you wanted to speak of before I ask Ajax to fetch us the thief?”

“One thing, yes : I would like Siobhan to be added to the portrait you commissioned for me when I first joined. She earned it.”

#capitano gets ripped off the short story #il capitano #capitano #genshin pierro #genshin impact #genshin impact fanfics #genshin impact fanfic #rhine writing #i firmly believe in “all the Harbingers are silly but in vastly different ways”#also not beta read we die #genshin

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frogsmulder · 4 years ago

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Maybe There’s Hope: chpt 3 All The Colours Cannot Brighten

Starting from the final events of 09x20 The Truth, Mulder and Scully tackle their new reality as fugitives. When they finally settle into things, Scully finds out she is pregnant again. A canon divergent AU where I thought, what if Scully got pregnant whilst on the run instead of at the end of season 11?

2.1k words; rated t; tagging @today-in-fic; read on ao3

Scully shuffled awkwardly, walking into the department store, having foregone underwear. Currently, it was at the top of her mental list as she tried to discreetly pull her slacks down to stop the seam irritating her. Mulder's hand was at home on her back, to make matters worse, the usually comforting gesture making it more difficult to shift her pants.

Mulder chuckled quietly, seeing her fidget. She elbowed him to remind him he was in the exact same situation and it wouldn't be hard to exacerbate it if she wanted to. He squeezed her hip in apology, but she could still feel him laughing.

Leaning up, Scully whispered in his ear, "This needs to be quick. There are security cameras everywhere; we don't want to increase our chances of being recognised." Her pulse quickened at the prospect. "So, a set of clothes, toiletries, and we get out."

He nodded. "We should split up to save time."

"Agreed."

They parted without a single word more, Scully heading up the stairs to the women's and children's section and Mulder staying in the men's. She watched him, as she climbed the stairs, grow smaller and out of sight, feeling that gnawing in her stomach swell in his absence. Sucking in a breath, she focused her mind and steeled herself for the rest of the operation.

On the second floor, Scully was greeted with a bombardment of bright colours. Keeping her head low, she ignored gaiety and headed straight to the lingerie section, picking up the first packet of black briefs she found in her size. Practicality over style reminded her of her childhood, her father's strict orders, how she both embraced, and rebelled. She was conscious of that storm brewing in her again. With her plain clothes, she could hide from the world and its prying eyes. Yet a niggling thought told her that no-one would notice if she picked out some lace, no-one would see beneath her exterior armour: she could have something for herself again. She brushed her fingers over the delicate material, daring to imagine the power she could have. A small piece of control regained. Perhaps she could banish her contrition from the bedroom. Take control.

Ultimately, she left the lace behind, opting to match her plain briefs with a couple of plain t-shirt bras; the peril of public exposure was starting to take its toll. Every tick of the clock marked a drip of anxiety pooling in her lungs and the water levels steadily rising. Time was marching on.

Just socks, t-shirts, jeans, a coat, and maybe a jumper. She wondered if it looked suspicious buying a whole wardrobe in one, but was too drained already to consider changing tactics.

She grabbed a pack of socks whilst hunting for some t-shirts and jeans.

Two t-shirts: checked.

One pair of jeans: checked.

Coat.

Scully wandered surreptitiously through the floor, doubtful it would have a waterproof, when she stumbled upon tiny hats and boots.

Her insides crumbled.

It had been so long since she'd set foot in this section, buying small clothes to wrap her small child snuggly in. He would be a year old now, she reminded herself, learning to walk, starting to babble. Walking slowly, as if in a dreamlike state, she found herself subconsciously heading for the 12-18 months; no control over the path her feet chose. She was surrounded by a sea of cotton soft baby clothing: yellow cardigans, baby blue t-shirts, miniature dungarees... She imagined his ginger hair in a red sunhat. He'd be a year old now, Scully reminded herself as she picked up a white whale soft toy. It was something that she could have bought for his birthday and watch him chew the tail off when he was teething; tuck him into bed with and read bedtime stories.

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Mulder went upstairs to find Scully, having got all he needed. Not finding her anywhere obvious, he started to panic.

"Sc–" he called, but his mouth closed around her name, stopping himself, aware of the crowd of other shoppers who would easily hear him. Forced into silence, he picked up the pace, scanning all the rows of clothes for his familiar sign of red hair.

They are coming for you, son...

The sound of his pounding feet was mimicked by the rush of blood in his ears.

If you want my advice... leave your pretty, little partner...

He felt dizzy and disoriented, not knowing where to look or which way to turn.

get out of there while you still can...

He heard the giggle of a child cut through his mind with clarity but he dismissed it. After all, this was a department store, not a house haunted by unexplained phenomena; he had left those behind in his past. Yet he heard it again, closer, and he could have sworn it was from inside his head.

He stopped and turned around slowly.

Mulder saw that familiar red hair, peeking out from behind a rail, only it was more of a strawberry blonde and just above knee height. He crouched down to see her properly, but she moved away, only her blue eyes fixing sharply on his through the clothing.

"Em?" he whispered.

She made no response but turned away around the corner.

When Mulder rounded the corner himself, she was already at the other end, turning another, her bob of hair only there for a flash before she disappeared. He followed her winding trail, curious where she was leading him, until she stopped, standing next to someone, trying to tug at her shirt.

"Sc– Dana," he smiled, using her given name under some perceptive veil that it was safer. Emily nodded shyly. "You found her."

Scully turned around, still clutching the white whale. "What? Mulder? What are you doing here?"

"E–" He looked to Scully's side where Emily had just been but now was nowhere to be seen. "... I came to find you," he said, which was true, he just didn't want to unravel the traumatised inner workings of his brain in the middle of the baby section.

Then he realised where they were; where Scully had been; what Scully was holding in her hand.

"Dana," he whispered, a lump of worry caught in his throat, distorting his voice.

Scully looked down at the stuffed toy in her hands like she had her hand caught in the cookie jar. "We didn't buy him anything for his first birthday..." she tried to explain.

He wordlessly took the whale from her grasp and put it in the basket with the rest of his clothes like it already belonged.

She shook her head, searching his eyes for some understanding. "No, we can't... The money... We can't afford–"

"Yes we can," he interrupted her. Everybody grieved in their own way; maybe it could soothe him too. "Toiletries and then we're out of here," he reminded her.

"I haven't got a coat yet. Though, I think we're better off getting blankets for the car."

"You find the toiletries, I'll get the blankets. Meet back... by the stairs?"

Scully sighed.

Mulder stepped closer, wishing he could vanquish her hurt. "You sure you're okay, S–?"

"Yes, I'm fine. It's nothing." She brushed off his fussing, feeling like a small, incapable child herself under all the attention.

Mulder held her cheek in his palm and dried a stray tear.

"I'll be fine," she amended.

Trusting her, he gave Scully the basket and watched as she left him, walking quickly like she was running away. Her stiff gait so un-Scully-like and alien it was a physical embodiment of her grief. Himself feeling like cement, stayed, weighed down, swamped by a tide from slowly opening floodgates. Mulder looked at the row of white whales lined up on the shelf, each flopping with individual personality in the way that stuffing could make it appear so.

"Do you think he would like it?"

The bob of strawberry blonde hair nodded out of the corner of his eye before vanishing, leaving him to navigate the labyrinth alone.

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Scully was vaguely aware of what she's putting into the basket: deodorant, soap, razors, tampons– she hadn't even thought about those until she saw them. Her hand briefly hesitated over a box of condoms but she clenched it back into a fist. It would just be a reminder, an admittance, an avoidance.

At the checkout, she remained stoic and silent, resisting Mulder's touch at the small of her back. Ignoring the numbers as they flew by on the till, she handed over the money, too much to be paid in cash without raising eyebrows. If the cashier said something, she didn't notice. It wasn't until they were back on the dust-roads, alone, dressed comfortably in their new, plain clothes that Scully lowered her guard. By then, the day was long behind them, Selene cresting twilight in her silver, moon chariot. Night darkened their paths heading south, the chill creeping to tuck them in.

Curled up in the seat, Scully wrapped herself in the scratchy woolen blanket, it in no way kept the cold at bay. The white whale they had bought was tucked under her chin, squished closely to her chest as she held it tightly. She gazed out of the window, turned away from him, watching the last of the colours blur. At first, Mulder thought she was shivering from the cool air, so he rubbed her arm, but when he did so, she gasped and sniffed, retaking air like she would drown.

Mulder clenched his jaw and his fist on the steering wheel, angry with himself for not noticing sooner. They used to trek over the country all the time; long car rides filled with easy talking and comfortable quiet. Times were different, but their silence was a symptom of something more fatal. He wondered how it was so simple to forget that they had changed. He pulled to the side of the road and turned the key on the ignition.

"What... are you doing?" Scully whispered, choking on the sound of her broken voice.

He tried to reach for her hand. "Scully, please..." His plead faded into the stillness.

She remained looking out the window, focusing on the darkness. "I'm fine."

It was a knee-jerk reaction, taken from a box of samples she'd collected over the years. Scully cringed when she heard the old habit spill from her lips. It was an obvious lie– she knew it– risking exposure, especially to Mulder, who knew her so well. Feeling she had to was worse. Did she want Mulder to tell her she was wrong or was she only trying to kid herself?

She expected his words to follow swiftly, felt them on her tongue as he was going to say them. Yet they never came; his hand settled still on her elbow, the silence growing louder.

He continued to give her his undivided attention until she crumbled under the weight of his worry.

"I just..." She paused, licking her lips, trying to find the words to explain when her head was an empty void. She turned around to face him, yet she bowed her head, failing to hold his gaze. Huffing, Scully collected her feelings and imagined holding them in her chest. They trickled through the cracks in her hands, slipping as she struggled to understand them. What she had left in her palms was the guilt that tainted everything she touched. She tried again. "... Want to be happy... I'm not sure I can do that again. Not when there's so much missing."

Mulder gulped, running out of words to comfort her. I'm here, he wanted to say, You have me. But deep down he knew it was pointless saying it; it wasn't enough for her, even if it was for him. He couldn't deny that they were different people– very different people– despite all that they shared.

"It's going to come back for us," she stated simply and braved a glimpse at him. "We shouldn't have gone to the store. We shouldn't have stayed in the motel, Mulder."

He melted in her gaze, hating to see her burn herself in penance for all the things she couldn't control. Only that morning had he put a smile upon her face; things seeming hopeful. The way she had giggled wrapped in his arms now a distant dream.

You know she's right, Mulder. How do you save her now? the grizzled man chuckled, but Mulder ignored the voice.

"You said it yourself, Scully, we needed those things: 'practically speaking'." He felt cruel for using her own words against her, but they were the only ones he had.

She didn't turn away like he was expecting her to. Instead, she trained her eyes on his in the darkness. It wasn't a cold, hard stare but it wasn't filled with warmth either. She reached for his hand, locking their fingers together: a last act of hope. Mulder held onto the feeling, closing his eyes to the darkness.

"Maybe I was wrong."

#my fic #Maybe there's hope #dana scully #fox mulder #msr #on the run #xf fanfic

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ghost-in-the-hella · 5 years ago

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19 with Victoria Chase and Chloe?

For whatever reason, I can’t seem to keep chaseprice stories short! Sorry this took so long, but I hope it’s worth it. I also immediately thought chaseprice when I saw that prompt (“According to this survey, most people agree you are, in fact, a gigantic asshole.”), so thanks for being on the same page with me there :) Unbeta’d and virtually unrevised despite how long it took me to write it, so please take it with a grain of salt.

Content warnings for misogynistic insults, underage drinking and drug use, and implied attempted sexual assault. Because teens in Arcadia Bay are awful to each other.

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Chloe hasn’t seen Rachel since the first hour of the party. She stopped even getting texts from her about twenty minutes ago. She can already feel the familiar shapes of the argument they’re going to have tomorrow morning. Chloe will accuse Rachel of ditching her and ignoring her texts. Depending on how pissed she is, she might trot out the old dead horse about being abandoned by Max and flog that for a bit while Rachel fails to keep from rolling her eyes. Then Rachel will remind her about their agreement, that they’re both free agents and maybe if Chloe acted more like a free agent and less like a cuckolded wife she wouldn’t be so pissy all the time.

It’ll go back and forth for hours with Chloe whining about her abandonment issues and Rachel claiming that Chloe’s suffocating her, and at the end of it nothing will have changed. They’ll kiss and make up like they always do, but as soon as the next Vortex Club event comes around Rachel will insist on dragging Chloe and then she’ll ditch her in a crowd of people she hates and the whole cycle will start over again.

The whole thing is fucking exhausting, and Chloe’s sick of it.

Not as sick as Victoria Chase is, though; damn. It’s a hell of a sight: the Queen Bitch of Blackwell teetering drunkenly on ill-advised high heels - possibly only still on her feet because of the bodies of people dancing around her - and looking like she’s contemplating puking in her purse. She looks awful.

It would be more amusing if Rachel were there to make fun of her with Chloe. It would also be more amusing if it weren’t so painfully pathetic. Chloe’s way too sober to enjoy the sordid spectacle. Being the designated driver sucks ass, especially when the literal whole point of these parties is to get wasted.

Chloe almost jumps out of her skin when her phone suddenly - finally - buzzes in her pocket.

Rachel: U still at the party?

Chloe scowls at her phone.

Chloe: of fucking course i am

Chloe: where else would i be??

Chloe: im ur fucking dd

Rachel: o right! Srry I already caught a ride

“Are you fucking kidding me!?”

Rachel: c u 2morro tho

Rachel: 2 whales date? Not 2 early tho

Rachel: this hangover’s gona be a biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitch

Rachel: luv u <3 <3 <3 xoxoxo

Rachel: xxx

Rachel: ;P

Chloe buries her phone in her pocket, fuming. She can actually feel the anger rising off of her skin like steam. Obviously there’s no reason for her to continue being a designated driver if Rachel’s already fucked off with whatever Blackwell jock or cheerleader she’s decided to rail tonight. Chloe’s free to crash on the couch tonight with the rest of the drunk losers. Pass out in the bathtub maybe. There’s tons of booze in the kitchen; she should start there. Stoners are usually in the basement; they shouldn’t be hard to sniff out. Maybe if she’s lucky she’ll find the folks who’re always doing coke in some random bedroom or office and score a noseful. It’s not like she’s got classes in the morning. She can afford to live a little, as long as she’s not actually paying for it.

Chloe starts to push her way through the crowd to the kitchen.

“Watschh where yrr fffuckin goin…” slurs a messy but recognizable voice as a hand grips Chloe’s upper arm.

Jesus Christ, Victoria’s even more wasted than Chloe thought at first glance. Her hand on Chloe’s arm might be the only thing keeping her upright at the moment, which is the only reason why Chloe doesn’t immediately tear herself away.

“Careful, Vicky; poverty might be contagious.” Chloe attempts to pry Victoria’s fingers from around her arm to no avail.

The idiot jock standing behind Victoria laughs at that, but Victoria just looks confused. And drunk. So very, very drunk.

“Ffffug you, Chhhloe,” Victoria slurs out.

Chloe raises an eyebrow. “Wow, you must be shitfaced. That was practically my real name!” She carefully shoves Victoria back off of her arm as the jock moves to steady Victoria by holding onto her waist.

“C’mon, babe,” he says, leaning close to her ear. He grins at Chloe and winks like he thinks she’s in on some kind of conspiracy with him, which immediately pisses Chloe off. “I’ve got it from here,” he informs her.

Victoria groans something inarticulate and tries to push the jock away, but she ends up just stumbling back into his stupidly broad chest. She really shouldn’t get so drunk and wear such high heels at the same time; clearly, it’s a dangerous combination.

“Dude, I don’t think she wants to go with you,” Chloe says as calmly as she can. She really doesn’t want to get involved. She wants to get drunk and stoned and so blitzed out of her mind that she forgets all about being pissed at Rachel. She doesn’t want to get sucked into whatever drama Victoria’s got brewing tonight. But she also really doesn’t want to watch a drunk girl get mauled by some entitled meathead, even if said drunk girl is a royal pain in her ass.

“Nah, she’s good. Just needs some fresh air. C’mon, Tori, let’s go for a walk.”

“Don’ ffffuggin call me Tori,” Victoria growls, tugging her arm out of his too-firm grip and nearly falling right off her ridiculous and undoubtedly overpriced heels. “Iss Victoria.”

The creep ignores her and tugs on her arm again, toppling her into his body once more. “It’s cool,” he attempts to assure Chloe. “We’re friends. I’ll get her home safe.”

“She definitely doesn’t want to go with you. Let her go.”

“Dude, be cool! She’s just being a bitch. You know what Tori’s like.” He holds Victoria’s wrists to curtail her squirming.

“Fuggoff!”

Chloe cracks her knuckles loudly enough to get the jock’s attention. “I’ve got better things to do with my left hand tonight than break it on your nose, but if you don’t unhand her in the next five seconds I’ll do it anyway.”

That gives the jock pause, but he doesn’t look like he quite believes her. “You wouldn’t.”

Chloe shrugs. “If you don’t believe me, why don’t you ask Logan why his nose slants to the right? Although he’ll probably lie. Ask his ex-girlfriend; she’ll tell you the truth.”

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As Chloe guides a stumbling and incessantly bitching Victoria through the dark toward her truck, she silently curses every decision in her life that led her to this moment. It’s actually not that different from drunk-walking Rachel home after a party, except that when Victoria keeps touching her boob it’s probably accidental. Probably.

“Where’ss Nathan?” Victoria whines, head lolling onto Chloe’s shoulder and smearing a healthy quantity of expensive makeup into her favorite Firewalk shirt. Which is fine. Not like Chloe can’t just steal another one next time they have a 2010 tour. Time travel’s a thing, right?

“I have no idea where Prescock is. Surprised he’s not doing shots out of your cleavage.”

Victoria’s trying to text, but she keeps almost dropping her phone. “Where are theese bisches?” Victoria grumbles as her manicured fingers jab and swipe at the screen of her phone with the dexterity of a toddler with two handfuls of butter. “Sposdt to be my frens…”

Victoria’s entire focus is on her phone when it should really be on walking. Chloe tugs her upright and tries to steer her for the umpteenth time. “Can it wait til we’re in the truck at least?”

Victoria grinds to a halt and finally tears her eyes from her phone. “M’not gedding into that… that…” Victoria flails at Chloe’s truck and nearly falls over. “Deathtrap.”

“You had to get a tetanus shot to live in the dorms, right? You’ll be fine.” Chloe grips Victoria’s elbow with one hand to keep her upright and wrangles the passenger door open with the other. “Go on, get in.”

Victoria glares at Chloe foggily. “Are you khhidnappng me, Price?”

“...That’s a joke, right?”

Victoria whacks Chloe solidly in the sternum with her phone. “B’cause I’ll haf you know, my frens will put your assss in jail like that.” Victoria tries and fails to snap her fingers, then stares at them as if she cannot comprehend why they are not obeying her.

Chloe rubs at her sore sternum in annoyance. “Yeah, well, maybe your ‘frens’ should be the ones getting your drunk ass safely back to the dorms instead of abandoning you and letting random creepers paw at you. Then maybe I could get my drunk on in peace instead of wasting my weekend cleaning your puke out of my truck.”

Chloe’s expecting some pushback. Victoria hasn’t even touched her truck, much less puked in it. What she isn’t expecting is for Victoria to shove her phone in Chloe’s face. “You texx thm.” Victoria reaches for the door handle, yanks the door open, and unsteadily clambers into Chloe’s truck.

“Ow, what the fuck! You want me to text your friends?”

“Tell’m yer kidnappin me.”

“Uh, okay, no, I’m not doing that. But I can text your friends if there’s someone you’d rather get a ride with.”

Chloe carefully shuts Victoria’s door and walks around her truck to the driver’s side, thumbing through Victoria’s message history. She tries Nathan first, even though she can see that Victoria’s last ten messages to him have gone unanswered.

Victoria: hey victoria needs a safe ride back to the dorms. can you come get her?

Nathan: whothFUCKisthis

Victoria: a good samaritan. seriously tho your friend is halfway to passed out, can you help?

Nathan: fuckoffBITCH

Victoria: god why does victoria even like you?

She tries Courtney next.

Victoria: hey victoria needs a safe ride back to the dorms. can you come get her?

Courtney: I don’t know, can Victoria not call my boyfriend a MAN WHORE?

“We’re 0 for 2, Victoria. What’s the name of that blonde girl you’re always hanging around with?”

“Sweetie…”

“Um, what?”

“Goddddd you’re fuckn incomph-- incump-- incompetant. Sweet. T.”

“I have no idea what you’re-- Oh.” Jesus, the girl is literally in Victoria’s phone as Sweet-T. Gaaaaaaayyyy.

Victoria: hey victoria needs a safe ride back to the dorms. can you come get her?

Sweet-T: Victoria? Victoria Chase?

Sweet-T: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

Sweet-T: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Sweet-T: Tell that bitch good luck.

Sweet-T: Actually wait don’t.

Sweet-T: Tell her to choke.

Sweet-T: Btw Taylor lost her phone.

“Uhh, looks like ‘Sweet-T’ lost her phone. And it’s fallen into the hands of someone who completely hates your pretentious ass; no big surprise there.”

Chloe starts texting Victoria’s contacts at random as Victoria sulks. Most people don’t even respond. The responses she does get are… not encouraging.

Zach: sup biiiiiiiiiiitttcccccccchhhhhh yeah i’ll give vicky a ride ON MY DICK

Hayden: new fone who dis

Brooke: Who is this and how did you get my number? Don’t ever text me again.

Dana: I gott a ride w Jules srry

Juliet: Already back at the dorms. Good luck I guess.

Logan: fukk that bisch wut

“Well, Victoria, looks like none of your friends are coming to help. So you can either let me give you a ride back to campus, or you can pass out on a couch inside and hope for the best.”

“What th hell djou say to them??”

“Just that you needed a safe ride to the dorms. That’s all.”

“Bullsshhhitt. You pissed them off.”

Chloe laughs out loud at that. “I pissed them off?? You pissed them off by being a gigantic asshole!”

“M’ noddan asshole.”

“Oh, no? Well…” Chloe holds up Victoria’s phone and waves it in front of her face. “According to this survey, most people agree you are, in fact, a gigantic asshole.”

Which is how Chloe ends up comforting a sobbing Victoria Chase in a stranger’s driveway and wishing she’d never been born.

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Chloe: dude. Srsly. Fuck u for abandoning me at that fucking vc party.

Rachel: chloe?

Rachel: wat timesit?

Rachel: w happnd?

Chloe: its 3am

Chloe: and victoria FUCKING chase is passed out on me

Rachel: ur joking

Rachel: omg

Rachel: pls take a pic

Chloe: this isnt funny rach

Rachel: it’s fucking hilarious!

Chloe: its SAD.

Rachel: Wait so

Rachel: did you fuck her?

Chloe: WHAT????

Chloe: NO!!!!!

Rachel: Oh good bc I don’t think there’s enough bleach in the world to clean your soul after fucking victoria chase

Chloe: she’s drunk AF

Chloe: her friends ditched her

Chloe: and i kinda called her an asshole

Chloe: so she cried on my shoulder until she passed out

Chloe: and now i’m trapped

Rachel: Poor baby.

Rachel: Chew your arm off?

Chloe: not funny.

Rachel: Again, totally funny.

Chloe: Srsly tho, what should i do???

Rachel: idk

Rachel: sneak out?

Chloe: we’re in my truck

Rachel: hahahahahahahaha

Rachel: of course you are

Rachel: so wake her bitch ass up!

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Victoria Chase snores. Nothing in the world could have prepared Chloe for that knowledge. She also drools, which is unfortunate for the state of Chloe’s jacket. Not that it’s the cleanest thing in the world anyway, but still. It’s the principle of the thing.

Victoria’s normally immaculate hair is in a state of total chaotic disarray. At least half of her makeup is gone, and what remains is smeared artlessly all over her face. She smells like a brewery. Chloe’s arm has fallen asleep under the weight of her head. Chloe envies it. The sweet release of sleep would be infinitely preferable to the intense awkwardness of being conscious right now.

The moonlight paints Victoria’s face in delicate shades of pale, highlighting the refined angles of her cheekbone, her jawline, her nose. She’s snoring and drooling and messy and the most utterly awful person; it shouldn’t be possible for her to be beautiful in this moment.

And yet. And yet.

Chloe should shove her awake. She should push Victoria off her shoulder, buckle up both of their seatbelts, and deposit her safely back at the dorms (because even though Victoria’s an objectively horrible person, that doesn’t mean that Chloe is). Chloe should abandon ship, let Victoria sleep it off in the front of her truck while Chloe returns to the party and drinks until she can’t remember what Victoria looks like in the moonlight. Maybe if she drinks enough, by the time she’s sober enough to drive Victoria will have sobered up and found her own way home.

Victoria makes a sleepy sort of grumbling sound and shifts against Chloe’s shoulder, draping an arm over Chloe’s middle and snuggling close. Her hair tickles Chloe’s neck and jaw as it sticks out at peculiar angles, and Chloe wants to laugh or possibly die. There’s really nowhere else for Chloe’s arm to go, so it ends up wrapped around Victoria. Victoria lets out a sound that’s disturbingly close to a contented sigh.

“Hey... Vic?”

“Mphgmhm?”

“Um… Are you aware that you’re cuddling me like I’m your long-lost childhood teddy bear?”

“Grhmphgm.”

“Uh. ‘Kay. Long as you know.”

“Mphkm.” Victoria nuzzles into Chloe’s shoulder, squeezing her tighter. Chloe awkwardly pats her side and Victoria sighs again.

“Hey, uh… I’m sorry about what I said before. I mean, not about you being an asshole, ‘cause I’m not gonna lie. But about your friends. I’m… sure your friends do like you, really.”

Victoria shrugs a little, frowning delicately. “Dsnmttr. Sleeb.”

Sleep. Okay. That’s theoretically possible. Chloe’s slept in more uncomfortable positions in this very truck, after all. So she closes her eyes and rests her head against the back of her seat, and she listens to the steady rhythm of Victoria’s breathing until the world begins to fade into a comforting void.

Shit’s going to be awkward in the morning. But, well. That can wait until the morning.

#writing prompts #prompt fill #chaseprice #life is strange #LiS #background amberprice #chloe price #victoria chase #rachel amber #fanfic

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jomiddlemarch · 5 years ago

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At the moment of vision, the eyes see nothing

At first, Henry has simply thought it was fatigue, long days, longer nights, for longer than he could remember. The candles were tallow or a wick floating in a shallow dish of oil, not beeswax tapers or the clear, soft gleam of whale-oil from his childhood; the noon sun in Virginia was so bright it must be squinted at and the grey dust rose in the rutted streets with the passage of every wagon, with every pair of worn boots or threadbare slippers. It was his faith, falling away, it was his anger, pulling him under, it was his longing for a dreamless night, a deathless night. When he could not convince himself any longer, he went to Jed.

“Tell me the truth,” Henry said. He meant, don’t make me wait, don’t try to soothe me. He wanted a surgeon, not a nurse. Nothing gentle.

“Your exam shows you’re losing your sight,” Jed answered, unable to be brusque.

“I’m going blind,” Henry said.

“Henry—”

“Say it.” He could still see Jed��s face clearly enough or at least he knew his expressions well enough to read what the shadows meant, the steadiness of Jed’s dark eyes. This was the man Mary had fallen in love with, this kind man who carried sorrow with him not lightly but without questioning it.

“You’re going blind,” Jed said, reaching out to lay his hand on Henry’s arm.

“And there’s nothing to be done,” Henry said.

“No. Well, there’s nothing to be done here. Even if I had the right equipment, you need an oculist, a specialist. What I could do wouldn’t be worth a damn, even if I had Samuel’s help,” Jed replied. “If ever anything proved there is a God in Heaven, it’s a man’s eye, the delicacy of it, the intricacy, the sheer bloody-minded genius of it.”

“I thought as much.”

“I wasn’t finished,” Jed said. “All hope is not lost. I shall write to a colleague in Boston and another in Paris, an old friend in Vienna. I feel certain one of them will be able to do something for you.”

“You’re very kind, Jed, but you needn’t,” Henry said.

“You must let me. Right away, while they may do the most good,” Jed said. He did not say an expert could save Henry’s vision, only some salvage. How much darkness could he rejoice over? How little light?

“No. I accept it. I accept this is what is meant for me,” Henry said. “And even if I did not, I shouldn’t be able to afford a long journey, expensive treatment, a convalescence. What little I have I must use to make a life I can live without burdening anyone.”

“Henry, please—Mary and I, we could help, we have more than enough,” Jed said. He spoke quickly, confidently, the tone of a man born to wealth. Even if not a penny had come from his inheritance, the plantation’s currency of blood and soul, if it had been his officer’s salary or what Mary’s first husband had left of his honest work, Henry could not have taken it.

“There are better things to spend it on. That will do more good.” Henry laid his hand atop Jed’s, the gesture arresting. He’d learned over the years how sensitive Jed was to touch, had seen how Mary knew it, how often her hand had grazed Jed’s well before they were married.

“You’re a Congregationalist, man, you needn’t be a martyr. Rome isn’t interested in the likes of you,” Jed countered and Henry couldn’t help but laugh. He could still see. It wasn’t pitiable—yet.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Henry said. He would lose his sight; he’d keep his pride. “You must admit, I have a lot to consider before I leave.”

“Before you leave?”

“You can’t imagine I’d stay,” Henry said. “Like this. What I will become.”

“Henry—”

“Jed, you cannot argue with me about this,” Henry said.

“Blast you, of course, I can!”

“No, you cannot. You are not going blind.”

#mercy street #mercy street pbs #henry hopkins #jed foster #inspired by henry's glasses in the murder mystery #the lack of explanation for his departure #favorite characters for whump #angst #phoster #season 3 that never was #three-parter #this isn't the end

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meme-trash-queen · 5 years ago

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anime, book, and movie recommendations for everyone’s coronation

Hi, I thought that this would be a good time since everyone is off from school or quarantined I would make a list of some good books and anime and movies to help bide the time until everything is good again. also, I know animal crossing just came out so people will be playing that but I know some people can’t afford the game or even want to play it so.

movies: next-gen (Netflix film), birdbox(Netflix film), coco, love Simon, bohemian rhapsody, venom, spiderman-into the spider-verse, jack, and the cuckoo clock heart, spirited away, howl’s moving castle, Ponyo, summer wars, the girl who leaped through time, princess Mononoke, my neighbor Totoro, the secret world of Arrietty, kiki’s delivery service, Coraline, the nightmare before Christmas, corpse bride, sleepy hollow (live-action with Jhonny Depp), Frankenweenie, 9, James and the giant peach, Kubo and the two strings, paranorman, monster house, the how to train your dragon trilogy, Atlantis the lost empire, meet the Robinsons, chicken little, hardcore henry, the gallows, the mist, I am legend, chappie, the hunger games trilogy, hitchhikers guide to the galaxy, the village, heathers, Godzilla (2014), kong: skull island, 10 Cloverfield lane, hairspray, Jumanji, Jumanji: Welcome to the jungle, ghostbusters (2018 and the original movies), san andreas, astro boy, the road to el darodo (animeted movie), zathura, leap!, gaurdian brothers, the book of life, pom poko, the greatest showman, detective pikachu, Klaus (netflix film), preditor (2018 and the original), clover field, 10-cloverfield lane, shutter island, aladdin (live action), my hero academia: 2 heros, my hero academia: hero’s rising, promare, venom, the garden of words, akira, and battleship

those are only a handful of movies I have to recommend. some can be found on Netflix or Hulu but if anyone wants to know where to watch some of the others then send a message and let me know and I will help out. now from the anime. most of the anime I am recommending is mainstream but not all of them and most can be found on Netflix and Hulu. This is because I cannot afford other means to watch anime and the last time I watched anime on kiss anime my computer got a virus. also, a lot of the anime that I get recommended is mainstream. My cousin watches as well so I tend to watch with them a lot. I try and watch other anime as well but just because someone considers an anime mainstream doesn't mean it is bad.

anime: kill la kill, children of the whales, Durarara!!, sword art online (the Japanese version), Gurren Lagann, Jojo's bizarre adventure, haikyu!!, blue exorcist, full metal alchemist brotherhood, cells at work, death note, Ouran highschool host club, the disastrous life of Saiki k., one punch man, black butler, aggretsuko, neon genesis Evangelion, devilman crybaby, anohana, beastars, carol and Tuesday, rilakkuma and Kaoru (I know this isn’t anime), the devil is a part-timer, amagi brilliant park, black butler: book of circus, blue exorcist Kyoto saga, danganronpa: the animation, demon slayer, Durarara!!x2, fire force, future diary, high school of the dead, school live, love live, monster Musume, my hero academia, the promised neverland, sailor moon, sailor moon crystal, seraph of the end, terror in resonance, tiger and bunny, double decker Doug and Kirill, Tokyo Ghoul, Tokyo magnitude 8.0, another, and yona of the dawn, robihachi

once again these are only a handful and most can be found on either hulu or netflix. now for the books, I will split the books into two categories. manga and novels. so here they are.

books: milk and honey by rupi khar, go ask Alice by anonymous, my neighbor Totoro by tagiro Kubo, will Grayson, Will Grayson by david leviathan and jhon green, jays journal by anonymous, letting ana go by anonymous, lucy in the sky by anonymous, red scarf girl by Ji-li Jiang, 13 reasons why by jay asher, the hunger games trilogy, everything, everything by Nicola Yoon, the sun and her flowers by rupi khar, the mist by Stephan king, stop pretending by Sonya sones, the princess saves herself in this one by Amanda Lovelace, the witch doesn’t burn in this one by Amanda Lovelace, life as we knew it by Susan peffer, Simon vs the Homosapien Agenda by Becky albertalli, Kafka on the Shore by Haruki marukami, carry on by Rainbow Rowell, howl’s moving castle by Diana Wynne Jones, October sky by homer hickem jr, the book of david by anonymous, paper towns by jhon green, me, earl, and the dying girl by Jesse Andrews, the help by Kathryn Stockett, stranger than fanfiction by chris colfer, bird box by josh malerman, a long way down by jason Reynolds, 1Q84 by haruki marukami, wayward son by rainbow rowell, good omens by terry pratchet and niel gaiman, breaking baily by anonomous, deep and dark and dangerous by mary downing Hahn, wait till helen comes by mary downing hahn, scary stories to tell in the dark the complete collection by alvin schwartz, and the hunger games trilogy by susan collins

manga: another by kakito and akani, 5 centemeters per-second by makoto shinkai and yukiko seike, orange by ichigo takano, doubt by yoshiki tonogai, limit by keika suenobou, tokyo undead by tsukasa saimura, the flowers of evil by shuzo oshimi, shiver by junji ito, fragments of horror by junji ito, tohyo game by g.o., chiro, and tatsushiko, junji ito’s cat diary: yon and mo bt junji ito, disilving classroom by junji ito, magical girl apocalypse by kentaro sato, gyo. by Junji ito, Uzumaki by Junji ito, Tomi by Junji ito, ibitsu by kazuto okada, Shibuya goldfish by Aoi hiroumi, orange future by Ichigo Takano, Frankenstein by Junji ito, smashed by Junji ito, the princess and the dressmaker by Jen wang (this is a graphic novel but this post is already really long so here it is), the bride was a boy by chii, the garden of words by Makoto Shinkai, strawberry panic by Sakurako kimino, go for it Nakamura by syundei, judge by tonogai Yoshiko, I hear the sunspot by Yuki fumino, I hear the sunspot theory of happiness by Yuki fumino, I married my parents just to shut my parents up by Kodama Naoko, I want to eat your pancreas by yoru sumino and idumi Kirihara, no longer human by Junji ito (original story by Osama dazai), and dark metro by Tokyo calen and yoshiken

these are all of my recommendations for a fun coronacation. also, please take all of the necessary safety and sanitary precautions and stay safe. while I do support a lot of things that normal Christians don’t I am one and am praying for everyone’s safety. even if you don’t believe in God that is ok. I respect your beliefs and you have every right to not believe. No matter what I am keeping everyone in my thoughts and prayers. please stay safe and clean everyone.

p.s. keep the carona memes coming!

#carona #its carona time #carona virus #anime #manga #books #book recomendation #movie recommendation #movies #manga recommendation #anime recommendation

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meditatemoremedicateless · 6 years ago

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Rachel Has Two Hands (Hell is Empty pt. 2)

Fandom: Life is Strange Pairings: Amberrich, Pricerich, Amberprice, Amberpricerich Tags: polyamory, pining, fluff Words: 5,400

Summary: Steph struggles with her feelings about Rachel and Chloe's performance in The Tempest. Her starts spending more time with Chloe and Rachel, leading to an unexpected kiss and an even more unexpected conversation.

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By the time the cast party had officially started, Steph was sure she had it figured out. She was also sure she could explain why she was totally okay with what happened and how genuinely beautiful the performance had been. She'd just talk to Rachel sometime during the party and say that she and Chloe would make a beautiful couple and even though Steph liked her, she wasn't going to toss away a friendship out of jealousy. Queer girls have to stick together. They can't afford to burn bridges just because someone fell for someone else, else they would all become islands, as alone as Arcadia Bay on the coast of Oregon.

The cast party was at Hayden's house because it was the biggest and his family was already used to the Vortex Club using it from when his older brother had been a member. Everyone was split up into their little cliques, like Nathan, Victoria, and their friend Taylor on the stairs after returning from smoking weed in the bathroom, or Steph, Dana, Juliet, and Hayden hanging out on the couch and piano bench. Hayden's mom apparently had the biggest goddamn grand piano Steph had ever seen outside of an orchestral hall, which immediately explained a lot of things about him. Rachel was supposed to get dropped off by her parents, so she was running a little late, and the crew kids like Brooke and Luke mostly kept to themselves, so it felt kind of weak for a cast party.

Dana got a text and checked her phone. A second later, she asked out, "Hey, Hayden - Rachel's walking here with Chloe, is that cool?"

What?!

"Uhhh yeah, totally. Do they need a pick-up?"

"I dunno, let me check."

Rachel sent texts faster than Steph could talk, so only a few seconds later Dana called, "Nope, they're almost here."

Oh shit.

Steph had been mentally preparing this whole time to talk to Rachel because Rachel would already be hanging out with her. But the prospect of pulling her away from Chloe to have the conversation about how totally cool she was with them getting together was on a whole new level. Steph considered herself a pretty tough cookie - stoic, even, when she had to be - but she could only make so strong a face in so little time. She wasn't ready. She wasn't ready to hear why Rachel chose Chloe over her.

"Wow, the fire's getting pretty crazy," said Taylor from the hall. "The air quality outside is getting really bad, and containment's dropped to 10 percent. Apparently we're advised to stay in-doors until air quality improves? Crazy."

No. No no no this cannot be happening. Steph wanted to leap to her feet and flee, just walk home in the dead of night, but she knew no one here would let her - walking outside while ash rained from the sky was a stupid idea and she knew it. She was going to be stuck here until morning with Rachel like she had planned to be. Unless. Unless.

Steph stood up and said, "Hey, uh, Hayden, I kind of . . . feel sick. And with the fire, I don't think I should walk home . . . do you think you could give me a ride?"

He sat there and blinked for a few seconds, looking Steph up and down, probably picking up that she looked perfectly fine.

Still, Hayden was a cool dude. Finally, he shrugged and said, "Yeah, I guess."

Rachel: i didnt see you last night.

Rachel: hayden said you were sick Rachel: how are you feeling?

Rachel: steph?

Rachel: i'll see you at the showing tonight, OK? i want to talk to you.

Rachel: you ran off again Rachel: are you mad at me?

Steph: I'm not mad

It was midnight, Saturday night giving way to Sunday, and they had two shows to run the next day. Steph didn't have time to stay up tonight, but once she was back in her bed again, in the dark, alone, she had started crying. She absolutely hated how upset she was. She had absolutely no fucking right to be ignoring Rachel. This was exactly the sort of behavior that could devastate her hopes for a small circle of queer friends - being jealous and petty and slinking away into the night to be alone.

She had just been caught off guard. She had gotten her hopes up, sitting alone and flirting with Rachel in the dressing room. She had taken Rachel's fun and flirtation as an indicator of her feelings, when she knew that was just how she acted. She liked that about Rachel. She liked the way she could charm and dazzle her way through anything, how she always picked herself back up when she started feeling insecure, how she could make anyone feel special.

Rachel: are you avoiding me?

Steph: Yeah. I haven't known what to say to you, and I still don't.

Rachel: did i do something wrong?

Steph: no, it's nothing like that.

Rachel: do you want to be left alone?

Steph didn't answer that, which proved to be enough of an answer by itself.

The Culmination Fire died suddenly in the night, and by the time Steph left for the school the next day, the air quality was almost back to normal. At the very least, Steph didn't have to come on stage and announce that audience members with asthma or other breathing difficulties would be given tickets for next week or full refunds if they wanted to leave. Steph kept herself busy constantly, and for most of the day she felt normal, no time to think of Rachel when Prospera was the one needing attention. They were never alone long enough to have a conversation that wasn't immediately about the play, and Steph biked off by herself during lunch time.

And that is how, on this ashy-gray Sunday afternoon, Steph ended up getting her lunch at the Two Whales diner only seconds before Chloe Price walked through the door.

Steph anticipated dread when she ran into Chloe again, but to her surprise, it didn't feel any different than the other few times they'd seen each other on campus.

"Hey Steph, what's up?" Chloe asked, sliding into the other side of the booth as if they'd planned to meet up. "Heard your cast's been crushing it."

Steph smirked. "Oh, they have. Maybe not quite as hard as Friday, but our troupe isn't slouching. The Tempest's script, on the other hand . . ."

"Pff, yeah, that thing is, uh, and don't tell the Bard I said this but, it's kind of a mess."

Chloe had dyed her hair since they talked on Friday - just a streak of blue among the blonde, like Rachel's feather earring. It looked goofy, but cute. She'd come in wearing a beanie but dropped it on the table, making them look a little less like the lead members of an alternative girl band together, if not by much.

Steph quirked her eyebrows, bemused. "This - coming from the girl who learned like a dozen lines in a few minutes and improv'd her way into the Beacon and Totem? You sure seemed to jive with the mess."

Chloe leaned back in the booth, pleased at the praise. "I guess it's just in my nature to surprise people. For instance, Principal Wells? Not the happiest dude when it turned out I was reppin' Blackwell on the front page the same day he kicked me out. The message he left my Mom was . . ." she pressed her fingers close to her lips as if she were holding a joint and inhaled, then let out a dreamy sigh. "Epic. Totally worth the expulsion."

Steph snickered, taking a bite of her food. Chloe's eyes very obviously followed her hands down to her plate, begging for fries without asking for them.

Steph took the hint and said, "Here, how about as a thank-you for saving my ass, I buy you lunch?

"Deal," Chloe replied without hesitation. Grinning, she leaned back forward in her seat and stuck her hand out of the booth. "Yo, Mom!" she called.

One of the waitresses, a middle-aged blonde woman with the red-purple bags under the eyes of an insomniac, approached the table with an already-irritated, "Yes, Chloe?"

Chloe gestured across the table. "This lovely lady would like to treat me to lunch, for which I'll have chicken tenders, please."

The waitress - Joyce, her name tag said - put her hands on her hips and turned to Steph. "Now, is my daughter extorting you or is these chicken tenders given of your own free will?"

Steph held her hands up, as if surrendering. "Hey, Chloe deserves a lunch for saving The Tempest. I don't suppose you got a chance to see her in action?"

"I didn't even know she could act," Joyce replied with a scathing look, Chloe smiling back innocently. "But I'm glad she helped out. Maybe that'll make Mr. Wells think twice about his decision to expel her."

She sighed wearily, then said, "But chicken tenders, got it. It's nice to meet you . . .?"

"Steph. Stephanie Gingrich. It's nice to meet you too."

"Hello Stephanie, I'm Joyce. And I'll be right back."

As Joyce walked away, Chloe's attention rounded back to Steph. There were a few seconds of pause while Steph glanced around the diner, but Chloe brought her back with a sudden, "So, how did things go with Rachel?" Steph's blood ran cold. "Did you shoot your shot or what?"

"A-are you serious?" Steph asked, dumbfounded.

Is she insensitive as hell or just stupid? What?

Chloe blinked, surprised. "Uuhh?" she asked, sitting forward in her seat again. "I mean, yeah . . . you made it seem like you were really itching to do it, so I figured you would this weekend . . . while you've been around her so much."

Steph had a growing suspicion she had made a terrible mistake. "Aren't you . . . dating her?"

Now Chloe looked even more confused. "What? No . . . didn't we already have this conversation on Friday?"

"But . . ." Steph tried to pull all the disparate details, all the things that absolutely confirmed to her that they had been dating. "But, the play. That improv wasn't just in-character, that was you two talking. It was, like - fuck dude, it was seriously romantic. And then you two walked to the cast party together, like . . . like . . ."

Steph faltered as Chloe's face changed from 'I'm confused' to 'Are you an idiot?' Steph had watched Chloe give that face to almost everyone, but she hadn't ever had it directed at her. It was just a look, but it stung.

Chloe glanced down at the table for a second, clearing her expression, then back up at Steph. "Dude, what? That wasn't Rachel asking me out, that was her offering to run away with me."

What.

"Why . . . what?"

Chloe said, "Look, I don't really want to get into details or anything, but things have been . . . shit for me at home recently. For Rachel, too. I ran away from home for a few days and her family kind of took me in. That's why I was wearing, like, that jacket that was three sizes too small, and why I needed to go to the dorms. We walked to the party together to talk about running away but we didn't, like, do it. Running was only going to make our problems worse."

"I . . ."

Fuck!!

Steph pushed her plate into the center of the table so she could just drop her face straight onto the table. "I'm so fucking stupid!" she groaned. She hit her head once more in agitation. When she looked up, it all came out in a rush: "I thought you were wearing her jacket because you like, stayed the night. Like, stayed the night not had a fucking sleepover. And the whole improvised bit looked and sounded so much like a proposal it was like you two were about ready to just, start a life together or something. I - fuck!" Steph clutched the sides of her head. "I'm dumb! And I've been avoiding Rachel all weekend because of it!"

Chloe looked overwhelmed and doe-eyed, but all that came out of her mouth was a scoff: "Dude, what?"

Steph didn't have an immediate answer, and before she could think of anything to say, Joyce swooped in and dropped a basket of chicken tenders in front of Chloe. It distracted Chloe long enough for her to say, "Oh, hey, can I get barbecue and ranch, please?"

Her mother rolled her eyes and said, "I'll be right back," before continuing her loop around the diner.

Chloe took a minute to shove some fries in her mouth before remembering that they were having a conversation. She wiped her fingers on a napkin and said, "Alright, Steph, so. After Friday I was under the impression you were like, really good at communication and stuff, but it looks like you totally over-thought this into a problem that didn't need to be a problem. Even if our scene was like, kind of romantic or whatever, and even if she does like me back at all, it still seems like you should talk to her about it instead of . . . whatever you've been doing."

Chloe gave an abashed smile that quickly disappeared. "Weird advice, coming from me, I know, but seriously."

Steph's head was still cradled in her hands, but at least she was looking across the table instead of actively self-destructing. "So you do like her?" she asked.

"I'm only human," Chloe replied with a shrug and another fleeting smile. "But right now, I think she needs a friend more than . . . something else. From me, at least."

Steph shook her head. "I may be an idiot, but if you think she just wants to be your friend, so are you."

"I know," Chloe replied, like an admission of guilt.

Chloe turned to her food, and Steph took a minute to herself, to self-flagellate over how badly she'd fucked up and how it would be no wonder if Rachel's interest in her vanished like Steph had vanished on her. Whether or not Rachel would ever return her feelings, though, wasn't the point anymore. She had a friendship to salvage.

Steph: hey Rachel. I ran into Chloe during my lunch and I realized I totally blew it. After the play Friday night I thought you two were together and I thought you were just going to explain why you'd decided to go out with Chloe. I made everything in my head a way bigger deal than it was and I've been acting like a dick. I got so caught up in my version of what was going on I didn't even try to talk to you and that was so, so stupid, and I'm really sorry. I don't know how you feel about me or Chloe, but I know I really want to be your friend and be supportive.

Rachel texted back less than a minute later.

Rachel: steph, you are deep down kind of an idiot. but i get it. Rachel: im with my mom right now and its not a great time to talk but can we please talk later?

Steph: yeah, of course. I'll see you at the next show.

Steph sighed as she put her phone away.

"Wha'she say?" Chloe asked through a mouthful of food.

"Just that she wants to talk," Steph replied, leaning back in her seat, now resigned.

Chloe swallowed her food so she could talk properly and said, "Well, that doesn't sound like you've totally screwed the pooch. Maybe there's hope for you yet."

Steph shrugged, then said, "Well . . . thanks Chloe. For the heads-up. This could have gone worse, amazingly."

"No problem," she said, waving away the thanks. "I make a great supporting character."

Steph and Chloe both snorted.

After a short pause, Chloe said, "Hey, wait, don't you have to be back at the school like . . . now? The next show starts at 4:00, right?"

"WHAT?!"

Steph pulled out her phone and checked the time. Sure enough, it was 3:20, and she was supposed to have been back at the school five minutes ago at the latest.

"OhmyfuckinggodyouhavetobekiddingmehowamIthisbigofanidiotI'lldie-"

"Steph, yo, chill," Chloe interrupted. "Just get the check and I'll give you a ride."

Steph stared at Chloe with anxious befuddlement. "Since when . . . do you have a car?" Steph had literally seen Chloe get dropped off at school on Friday.

Chloe shrugged. "I kind of fixed up an old junker yesterday; it's mine now. You've had your tetanus shot, right?"

Steph didn't like the sound of that question.

The conversation with Rachel was much more 'Rachel talking about what was going on with her' than Steph had anticipated, and very little on why she was turning Steph down. As soon as they got into things, though, Steph just felt embarrassed and ashamed for putting another thing on her when she already had so much going on. She had just found out her mom wasn't her biological mother a few days ago, and that her father withheld her mother's e-mails and letters because she abandoned her as a toddler. She had been a heroin addict during the 1990s opioid epidemic, and although she had assured and re-assured Rachel's dad for years that she was clean now, she had respected his wishes to keep her away from Rachel. That was, at least, until this past week.

When Steph had asked her about the whole 'running away with Chloe thing', she talked about how she and Chloe met for the first time on Tuesday, about Chloe's mom's boyfriend moving in against her wishes, and how Rachel had asked her parents to take Chloe in for a while. How they only treated her nicely until she revealed she knew about Rachel's bio mom, and how Rachel's dad flipped on her and treated her like a street rat. Rachel nervously confessed how she had found Chloe, and Chloe had found her just in time for their lives to fall apart, and for them to be there for each other when they did.

Steph had been so caught up in her own life, and all the stuff going on with Mikey and Drew and their dad, it hadn't occurred to her how much could be going on outside of what she could see. She always felt like she could see things more clearly than other people, could see how pieces fit together - it was why she made a good stage manager, why she was a good artist. But there were some things she couldn't just piece together from context.

Rachel said she wasn't ready for a relationship right now, and Steph admitted she wasn't ready to date Rachel, that she didn't know her well enough to make a good girlfriend. They agreed they wanted to get to know each other better, and hugged each other tight, and that was it for a while.

Once The Tempest was over, Steph thought she'd have more free time to spend with Rachel, but as classes began to ramp up into finals and Rachel spent more lunches and weekends off with Chloe, they saw each other less for a while. At first that made her sad, but Rachel kept coming back happier, shining brighter than she did before.

Chloe and Steph started to hang out more, too. Chloe's de facto step father, David, proved to be an anthropomorphized kick in the pants, nevermind one of the most pro-authority bootlickers Steph ever had the displeasure of meeting, so Chloe showed up more and more at Blackwell to pick Steph up from the dorms and go for a drive.

Somewhere down the line from watching Bladerunner together and shitting on dudes from 4chan, the two of them realized their mutual love for cyberpunk and deep disdain for most men who professed to like cyberpunk. Mikey and Drew were not those men, though, so sometime in the middle of May the four of them started up a game of Shadowrun after bidding farewell to Calimastia and Elamon. After Chloe's ork street samurai, Mikey's elf mage, and Drew's human decker pulled off their first run, Chloe and Steph managed to peer pressure Rachel into joining as well. She showed up with a dryad shaman and, to no one's surprise, she and Chloe quickly dominated the roleplaying part of the game, although with very different angles (re: their characters were like, super mean to each other).

And this is how, the game night after school let out for the summer, Steph, Chloe, and Rachel ended up bringing backpacks full of homework to the fire ring next to Arcadia Bay's light house. There they drank beer Rachel managed to flirt into her possession and lit the past year on fire, cursing it and all of the shit it had brought them. They all drank too much and Chloe needed an hour or two to be sober enough to drive, so they ended up sitting on the beach, watching the waves roll in and out and the moonlight glimmer over the restless ocean. Chloe, as she often did after drinking, opened up a little, talked about her old friend Max, who had loved pirates and photographs, the girl she'd thought would become her high school sweet heart and marry, but they'd never even kissed and then she fucking left. And she turned petty to keep from turning sad and said how annoying it was that she'd never kissed a girl, didn't even know what it was like.

"It's easy," Steph told her, and held the side of her face as she kissed her.

Chloe was too stunned to even kiss back at first, but she got on her knees and turned so they could face each other properly, and the kiss was rough and they were a little drunk but it was warm and good. It was cute - Rachel even gave a little 'aww' - until Chloe's hand dropped high up on Steph's thigh and she squeezed and Steph moaned into their kiss.

Eventually, Rachel said, "Um, guys?" and they realized what they were doing, and Chloe laughed but Steph was crimson, invisible though it might be in the night.

Steph got dropped off at home first and tried her best to be quiet, but Meiser wouldn't stop barking after she got through the door and she had to shush him and feed him until he went back to bed. She fell asleep still half-clothed and exhausted, but woke up for the first time at 5:30am to a new text message from Rachel.

Rachel: hey, steph? chloe and i kind of just had sex and im having a lot of confusing feelings. Rachel: but i want to talk to both of you tomorrow, or this weekend at least Rachel: i like you and i just want a chance to talk to you both before this one thing makes a decision for me

Steph was jealous, of course. Insanely jealous. Rabidly jealous. But she was more sleepy than even that, so she fell back asleep without sending a reply.

She didn't wake up again until almost 1:00pm, and by then she had several more messages.

Rachel: just lmk when youre up and OK to talk? Rachel: i hope youre not mad at me

And from Chloe.

Chloe: Hey dude i'm really sorry if i kinda... escalated that kissing situation last night esp. when we were drunk.

Steph decided it was best to hold off replying until she'd had breakfast and coffee. Thus, it was almost 2:00pm when she texted them both.

Steph: heya Chloe. it's honestly okay. i liked it, but we don't need to make a thing of it, it was just nice.

Steph: hey Rachel. idk what type of conversation you're looking to have, but last night was weird and i'm not mad. i'm jealous, for sure, but, like, who you have sex with is none of my business.

Whatever else happened, she wasn't going to let this blow up her friendships. She'd been steeling herself against the possibility of Rachel and Chloe getting together this whole time, and she wasn't going to freak out again if that's how today ended. These friendships were new, but they mattered to her, and she'd fight for them.

Chloe showed up at Steph's house first, to her surprise, so they hung out downstairs and absolutely did not talk about what was son their minds. Instead, they played Super Smash Brothers and waited, even holding back on the smack talk because they were both fragile at the moment and they knew it. Even when Rachel finally arrived, they just switched to Mario Kart Wii and continued to avoid the conversation for a good hour.

Eventually, though, Rachel would not let this stand any further.

After they finished their third 150cc cup, Rachel set her controller down and said, "Guys? We need to talk."

Steph winced. Even if that was the reason why they were here, those were precisely the words she didn't want to hear. Nonetheless, she shut off the Wii and TV. Rachel patted the ground in front of her, and Chloe slipped from Steph's couch to the ground beside her. Steph followed suit, crossing her legs then dropping into her self-made seat.

How do you even start a conversation like this?

Rachel took a deep breath. "First, I just want to acknowledge that we were drinking last night, and things got a little messy and I may have things kind of askew in my head. But the thing is, on my end at least . . . I liked how last night went."

Chloe glanced between them. Her jaw was set and tense, like she was grinding her teeth, her brow furrowed. She asked, "What are you . . . referring to?"

Rachel brushed her hair behind her ear. "Well, um. I told Steph that we . . . were together last night. And I liked that. But I liked all of it. Like, when you two kissed," she tapped her finger-tips together, as if to mimic their kiss, "- that was pretty nice. And just. The whole thing."

"I thought that made you really uncomfortable?" Steph asked, puzzled.

Rachel shook her head. "No, not, uh, exactly. I thought it was cool, I just . . . maybe liked it too much and I thought that might go weird places."

It took a few seconds to Rachel's meaning to sink it, but it clicked into place with an, "Oh," from Steph.

Rachel started speaking faster now, "Yeah, and I liked it but I also felt pretty jealous because I'd never kissed either of you and that did go kind of weird places," she gave Chloe a pointed glance, but Chloe clearly didn't know how to emote in response.

Visibly uncomfortable, Chloe asked, "Rachel . . . what are you trying to say?"

Rachel put her head in her hands and rocked back and forth for a few seconds, collecting her thoughts. Then she said, "Look, I know that I like both of you. I've known that the whole time, I just . . . I thought I had to decide who I really like or I was going to fuck everything up. But I think going about things that way is where I'm fucking up. I think I just have to tell you both that I like you and I want to know if that is a thing that could be okay with you."

Steph blinked, another piece of the puzzle clicking into place. "Wait, are you saying you want to date Chloe and me?"

Rachel nodded vigorously, visibly relieved that Steph had put it into words. "I do. I know we've only been hanging out together for a few weeks but I really like this. I'd just like to . . . add some stuff. Like. Kissing and having sex . . . please."

Steph was dumbstruck. She wasn't repulsed or anything, she just had absolutely not expected the conversation to go this place and had not been prepared in the slightest. She hadn't even pictured this as a possibility. She wasn't even sure it was a possibility. How do you date two people concurrently?

Chloe raised her hand as she were in a classroom, and Rachel nodded at her. Chloe said, "Yeah, well, if Steph's into it, I am. I like you - you know that. I'm willing to talk about it, at least."

How is it that easy for her? What?

Rachel's attention turned back to Steph, and she made her nervous hair-brush tic again. "Steph?"

"I . . . I have no idea," Steph said, making a huge shrug. "I don't know what this would look like. Dates, hangouts, holidays - what would any of it look like? And what would Chloe and I be to each other then?"

"I dunno, friends?" Rachel said, shrugging in response. "Or . . . you could also . . ." she made another gesture like she had for their kiss, but more tentatively. She was blushing bright red, somehow more embarrassed about whatever she was trying to say now than all the bold stuff she'd already said.

"Also?" Steph asked. "Kiss? Or . . . date?" She grew increasingly perplexed with each question.

Rachel nodded again, tiny, nervous nods. Steph didn't think she'd ever seen her this meek about something, and knew she was stumbling into something Rachel wanted, but didn't know how to say.

Steph started to get caught in the same bog of embarrassment as Rachel. "I don't . . . think Chloe would be into dat-" but something about the way Chloe was looking at her gave her pause, and silence reigned for a moment.

"D-do you?" Steph finally stuttered out.

Chloe scratched the back of her head and replied, quiet, her voice mostly vocal fry: "I'd be down . . . if you are." When Steph just blinked at her, Chloe continued, more confidently, "You're like, really dorky and cute and hot, dude. Why do you think I was so into our kiss last night?"

"Because . . . because . . . we were drunk and . . ." Steph blinked dumbly for a few seconds, then just dropped onto her back. "BECAUSE I'M DUMB, OKAY?"

Today was too much. This whole conversation was entirely too much.

Eventually, from the floor Steph said, "Look, okay, yes. I like you both differently but I know if you asked separately I'd totally say yes. But is there like, a manual, or . . . something? I don't know what to do with the idea of two girlfriends."

"Actually," Rachel said with a self-conscious chuckle, "I kind of . . . was looking it up on my phone in the middle of the night, and there's like, a whole relationship-help genre for polyamorous people, and I was thinking if you two said 'yes' we could maybe buy some and read them together?"

Steph let out the longest sigh and then, "You're serious, aren't you?"

Rachel said, "I am."

"Chloe?"

"Hm?"

"I don't have a lot of date ideas yet, but if you're going to be sleeping over as often as you have been, we should . . . do that."

"Works for me."

Rachel scooted into Steph's field of view, raising up a finger for attention. She asked, "Steph?

"Yeah?"

"You and I are the only ones who haven't kissed yet. Would you mind if we did?"

Everything was already so crazy. And if there was any part of this that would make all the crazy feel worthwhile . . . maybe that was it. "Sure," she said. "Like, yes."

And Rachel leaned over and kissed her gently, sweetly, her curtain of hair falling over the both of them, blotting out everything but that long, lovely kiss.

When it ended, Rachel whispered, "Girlfriends?"

"Girlfriends," Steph whispered back, her voice filled with wonder.

#life is strange #fan fiction #before the storm #hell is empty #polyamory #fluff #pining #get together fic #ask out fic #steph gingrich #rachel amber #chloe price #amberrich #pricerich #amberprice #amberpricerich #ben writes stuff #long fic #request

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A tale from the Clan of the Lionfish

Of Charges and Guardians: Wisdom Part 3

Part 1: here Part 2: here

BlackGhost slowly woke, a blinding headache crippling her every move and thought. She heard the clinking and felt coolness of the metal against her scales, shackles crisscrossing her arms, legs and wings. She felt the Ice magic radiating off it, and while she was not weak to such magic, it warned her against using her own with its bite.

The bright light from a campfire dazzled her eyes, shadows of Snappers drinking and eating in silence. It seemed the somber mood was caused by an arguing pair of dragons, a hooded Lightning Ridgeback and an Earth Snapper with a scar down her side. Ridgeback was sitting and speaking calmly, but his spines were raised straight in anger.

“These dragons are not CrimsonSaber and DuneDemon, they are not even a Snapper and Ridgeback. You said it would be them that we would trap, and it is only they that I wish to slay.”

The Snapper leader hissed, her anger palatable, “Those dragons are mine to kill! They slew my brother and for that their blood is mine and mine alone!”

The Ridgeback shouldered his hefty cleaver but did not utter another word to her tirade. The Snapper sat, her anger still radiating,

“We shall barter these two dragons for them. The plan shall still work.”

The Ridgeback slowly shook his head, his spines rattling, “We caught these two off-guard with your trap. Do you think the Fort shall just tie the berserkers up with a bow and say ‘Here, have them!’. Nay, they shall come with swords armed and teeth bared.”

The Snapper leader gestured to them and BlackGhost quickly closed her eyes, “Then shall we just kill these two to send a message?”

The Ridgeback snorted, “Killing them will only lead to the whole clan being after our heads. I cannot afford to let that happen.”

BlackGhost gave a mental sigh of relief and a prayer to the Eleven.

“Well then smarty spines, how about we use them as bait for the next trap?”

FrigidTrail had decided this was time to awaken, awaken he did with screams and hisses of anger. Ghost dodged his flailing limbs and tail as the Snappers piled upon him, knocking him back unconscious. She resisted the urge to save Frigid, it would only lead to both of them to being hurt or killed. The Snapper leader stared at them, an ugly snarl crossing her face,

“If he keeps that up we shall have to kill him, least he alerts every dragon- be it land or sea. We only need one dragon to bait a trap, yes?”

As the Snappers left his prone form, BlackGhost stood over him, her wings covering his body protectively. She bowed her head, keeping her voice low and pleading,

“I shall keep him calm as possible, so please, please do not hurt him again my lady.”

The Snapper crew laughed uproariously, mocking her words and actions. The Snapper leader cackled,

“I am no lady! But keep him quiet, or else he shall be gull food by the morning.”

The crew went back to drinking and talking as she shivered over those last words. They were made in jest but she was sure that they would be a deadly promise if she could not hold her part of the bargain. The light of the fire danced, scattering the shadows with the movements of the crew. She almost didn’t notice the small, irregular shadow jumping and pointing. With joy she felt the mental presence of her mate, CrownOfThorns, but she dared to not use her telepathy to contact him. The runes of the shackles could alert the guards to even the smallest magic from her.

She carefully watched the figure point behind her and change into wave shapes. She turned her head, cautious of jangling the chains, the sea was not far behind her. If she could get to it she could swim away with FrigidTrail, despite the difficulties of the chains. But to do that she would need…she took a claw and scratched out “Distract” to the shadow figure. The figure nodded and disappeared, and she swiped her claws across the word. Now I can only wait. She held FrigidTrail close to her chest and readied herself to run.

CrownOfThorns stood on the cliff overlooking the camp made by the trappers. The piece of his shadow came back to him, showing the carving of the word. She had gotten his message, but how could he distract them? He looked around the barren landscape, pacing silently and hoping for an idea. He noticed a small fissure in the cliff face and he dug at it with his trident. It felt a bit loose, maybe… He put his whole weight into the trident and with a snapping sound it broke. He bit back a curse and looked over the cliff, hoping the trappers hadn’t heard him. No, it looks like they didn’t hear it. He pulled out the pieces of the trident, tossing the top and keeping the pole just in case.

He placed a claw on the rock, it still felt loose, like a tooth ready to pull. Maybe if he hit if from the sky, with all his force it would fall. It would be risky, but either way it would a be a distraction. He walked away from the cliff side, far enough that his wing beats would not be heard as he pushed his way into the sky. He flew upwards, higher and higher, his wings yelling at him to stop. He stopped, but only for a second, and then he fell, his war cry screaming from his maw as he hurtled downwards, hitting the rock face. It gave with a sickening crunch, taking him with it.

As soon as BlackGhost heard the familiar war cry she was running. She heard the crash of rock and screams behind her, but she paid no attention to it. Only the sea and holding FrigidTrail was her worries, and despite the chains tangling her every step she made it to the shallows. As she made it out to deeper waters, large forms circled her. Whales, whales everywhere! And the largest Snapper she had ever seen. The dragon’s merry brown eyes smiled at her, and her mind sounded with a booming thought.

HERE TO HELP.

She laughed with happiness as a whale helped to get FrigidTrail afloat and the others splashed their might tails against their pursers. She turned her head back towards the shore to hear the sounds of Seaside Trumpets blaring and the roars of dragons fighting. The warriors of Fallen Star Fort had arrived!

More dragons popped up next to her, helping to take FrigidTrail to safety and ask if she needed help. She shook her head and swam to shore, desperate to join the battle and find Thorns, but the battle was over just as it started. The Snapper crew and leader had surrendered before the warriors, but fearfully she realized the Ridgeback was missing. Her eyes wandered the field of battle till they reached the landslide, and she began to run.

Her steps were halted by her shackles and she tripped, a steadying claw picked her up and she realized it was SeaQueen! She made to bow and was halted by her words,

“Where is CrownOfThorns?”

She babbled, “I heard his battle cry and the rocks falling, he must still be there, trapped in there!”

SeaQueen turned to her warriors, pointing to the rocks with authority,

“Everyone, get to digging that landslide and look for Thorns! On the double!”

SeaQueen helped her hobble to the slope as the dragons began to carefully remove the stones and sand from the pile. A cough sounded as a mouth broke through the dirt, and the dragons focused their efforts on the spot. Soon Thorns was out of the rubble, bruised and battered but nothing broken. He moaned as he stood up, spitting out grit and gravel he yelled,

“I wish to stop being buried please and thank you gods!”

An infectious and relieved laughter rippled from the warriors. Ghost grabbed him and held him tightly with happy tears in her eyes.

#FR #Flight Rising #clan lore #lore #Clan of the Lionfish #fr: CrownOfThorns #fr: BlackGhost #fr: Driftwood #fr: FrigidTrail #fr: SeaQueen

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northernribhire · 4 years ago

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The Top Advantages of RIB Boats

RIB Boats (Rigid inflatable boats) are increasing in popularity and quickly becoming the choice of preference for the majority of marine professionals. The reason for their popularity is the offer many benefits compared to traditional hard-hulls and are very versatile. Not only are they affordable to rent, but they deliver reliability and performance that cannot be found in other vessels.

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bestcoinlist · 4 years ago

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Bitcoin Whale Moves Large Transaction

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Bitcoin Whale Moves Large Transaction

● Bitcoin Whale Moves Large Transaction; JPMorgan Finally Admittedly Bullish on Bitcoin ● Brexit Deal at The 11th Hour ● Concerns Mount about the Euro Heading into Meeting

As always, thanks for joining us for this week’s edition of Overbit News, where we take a look at developing headlines across the world of finance. We’ll kick off today’s article with a look at the world’s first truly global asset – Bitcoin.

It seems lately has been the season for record-breaking in the cryptocurrency world, with Bitcoin hovering above $10,000 for the longest time in its existence, as well as record-setting volumes pouring into decentralised exchanges. In yet another cryptocurrency record broken, CoinTelegraph reported that one Bitcoin ‘whale’ sent a transaction worth more than $1 billion – the largest ever.

This transaction moved 88,857 BTC, with a nominal fee of 0.00027847 BTC, just over $3.50 at time of publication. In terms of Bitcoin transferred, this transaction falls behind some of the larger, earlier transactions, such as Bitfinex moving 161,000 BTC in April, and Mt. Gox sending over 550,000 BTC on November 16, 2011. As we said, though, this most recent transaction is a record-setter in terms of fiat value at the time of transfer.

Though it’s impossible to say why the person or persons is transferring this amount of Bitcoins, it’s impossible to ignore the proximity to the recent report obtained from JP Morgan. According to top analysts at one of the world’s largest banks, they wrote that “that bitcoin has “considerable” price upside in the long term. These analysts went on to say in more specific terms: “Even a modest crowding out of gold as an alternative currency over the longer term would imply doubling or tripling of the bitcoin price from here”. As has been the trend for months now, things are definitely heating up in the cryptocurrency world.

Moving onto traditional markets, we start off in London. According to a recent report by Reuters, the EU Chief Negotiator has extended his stay in London through the weekend up until Wednesday, 26 October. The EU negotiating team was set to depart on Sunday, but apparently ‘cautious optimism’ has kept both sides at the table. This optimism is strengthened by last week’s report by Reuters, one in which they reported that France was “preparing its fishing industry for a smaller catch after Brexit” �� one the most contentious issues in the entire Brexit negotiation. Either way, this deal is at the 11th hour, and it’s make-or-break time for either side.

Despite this optimism, the EU has its own set of problems to deal with on their side of the pond. This Thursday, 29th October, the EU Central Bank’s Governing Council is set to convene. Although no monetary policy will be changed at this meeting, many believe this is where the president of the ECB, Christine Lagarde is set to prepare the markets for further stimulus across the European Union. Many investors, including Barclays Bank, have said that the ECB “cannot ignore” the Euro on Thursday, given the effect that future stimulus will have on the currency. Aside from short-term concerns, there are growing worries about the stability of the EuroZone as a whole, with fast-increasing debt in countries like Spain and Italy. On a macro view, it seems these next few weeks to close out the year will be critical in how the Euro and the EU plays out as a whole.

To close things out, we can see that the market continues to teeter between the old-financial world (Central Banks), and the new world (distributed ledgers), with both sides looking to “land grab” during the fiscal crises following COVID-19. Ardent supporters of central banks, and their policies, will continue to look to Brussels, DC, London, and other central banking headquarters for re-assurances of economic bailouts.

Moreover, the “new world” is looking internally to see if Bitcoin, and crypto, can save us all from this fiscal calamity. This tug of war between these two factions will continue for many years to come until hitting the apex of the hybrid-world of central banks and decentralized ledgers.

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nanyoky · 7 years ago

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HAD ONE ON AN EMPTY STOMACH AND NOW TIME FOR THE BIG SHOW

OH god it’s a CHRISTMAS EPISODE. our core four pairs have broken up, fp is about to die and it’s a CHRISTMAS EPISODE

mary booked a singles cruise so i guess they couldn’t get molly ringwald for more eps this season

yay my girl polly’s back for a presumably horrifying dream sequence

That Kubrick-esque centered shot of Hood!santa climbing over the couch back????? *kisses fingers like cartoon italian chef*

Cheryl still EXPECTS her mother to put out jason’s stocking and demands to know what such a tiny candycane is doing in their home because she is still GRIEVING but still SO MUCH . this is what the death of a twin looks like take fuckin note marvel

Also nana rose didn’t die in the fire? so that’s nice.

“86,000″ “what- dollars?” like the hospital in smalltown usa might charge people in pesos or forint- godbless you archie

“Kevin’s secret santa has a 20$ limit” “Kevin needs to chill” no, v, YOU need to chill. or rather don’t. because we love you so much.

“Havent you heard? we’re still friends!” “oh yeah. isnl’t everyone?” i love these girls almost as much as the lund and byerly’s checkout lady who never judges my wednesday night sale sushi runs

fp looks so thin without his jacket and warm vestiges i’m worried about him is he taking his vitamins eating his spinach if he has been surviving on hot pockets and beer since he got out i will be so cross with him

“BOY.” i’m DISTRAUGHT. fp and jughead are living together again and we’re finally getting to see what that looks like and it’s exactly as heartbreaking as we knew it would be

also fp wears his wallet with a stylish chain that goes from his pocket to his beltloop because it’s apparently 2008 in that trailer

“Couples massage.... thanks” “You can go with betty!” audience: YES PLEASE.

also who the fuck would do a couples massage with their highschool boyfriend- veronica lodge that’s who, but who ELSE.

archie didn’t spend any money on his gift and it is obviously the ebst one int he exchange and we love him

MOOSE AND MIDGE ARE HERE TO MAKE THINGS WEIRD FOR KEVIN (HOPEFULLY)

REGGIE *SPRINTS* TO HUG MOOSE AND THE SHIP I DIDN’T KNOW I NEEDED EMERGES

oh dear. mr. svenson. of course i love that betty and co. know the janitor at their school’s name. is that normal? i went to an enormous highschool- i barely knew my teacher’s names half the time. but i imagine it’s very sweet and very betty of her.

oh god jughead came to riverdale high for the gift exchange because he’s a good dude. a good dude.

his little SMILE when he feels how heavy it is is the most boyish he’s looked since the scene where we find out fp is his dad in the drive in episode and I’M NOT OKAY

veronica giving archie an expensive engraved watch is CLASS COMMENTARY and it is very good of archie to try to explain that to her calmly and without accusation or bitterness i don’t know if i would handle it that well cuz fun fact i once accused a guy of making me into Pygmalion because he tried to take me to a restaurant with multiple spoons

jughead wants to help but now sweetpea has replaced joaquin as the unreasonably beautiful surrogate son fp feels more comfortable putting in danger than his own kid help

what is the point of showing cheryl is interested in buying a tree? other than maybe she’s going to spend more than her mom can afford now??? or that she’s back at archie now that josie is weirded out by her possessive obsessive tendencies? not sure what the point of that was

nice reverse zoom/dolly into a dutch angle on this modest janitor house

the parole officer calls him “jughead” that is all

hermione and hiram being deliberately flirty in front of veronica after she and hermione had that talk about loving one’s partner

“Since when are you a communist *deliberate eyeroll at hiram*” i still can’t tell whether season 1!hermione or season 2!hermione is the act and i’m still RIVETED

okay it was to show she’s just spending a bunch of money to piss off penelope who coincidentally, is wearing a WINNER of an outfit rn damn son i have that but like- not as good cuz my black lace sheath is from target

not to take credit away from cheryl’s high quality cherry sweater

“you should have drowned them at birth like a basket of kittens” NANA ROSE. NANA FUCKIN ROSE. COMIN IN HOT FOR THE HOLIDAYS.

i honestly don’t know if it’s ever stated if nana rose is penelope’s mom or clifford’s but judging purely on penelope’s eyeroll and non-verbal expression of “UGG. MOTHERRRRR” i’mma say her’s.

betty pulls her sweater over her hands when approaching her mother because how often did alice tug roughly at young!betty’s clothes to make sure she was PICTURE PERFECT at all times

we all knew that it was going to be a finger right we all knew

and of course she only tells archie because this is betty cooper we’re talking about

“would the sisters talk to us?” “pft- they better” betty’s gunna beat up a nun

also my first assumption is that the janitor’s sin is pointing out the wrong guy to the lynch mob??? could be wrong but it seems kinda odd that archie isn’t bringing up that part of the story

the lodges have the same “christmas classics” cd as my mom because of course they do

the fact that veronica finds the deed to pop’s and doesn’t react in shock or anger but sits back in her dad’s leather office chair and crosses her legs to think things over is CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT

jughead knows fp too well to apologize for thinking badly of him and the duffles and IT HURTS SO GOOD

“maybe this isn’t gunna work- us living together” FP ISN’T A DAD HE’S A BIG BROTHER AND I KEEP SAYING IT BUT IT KEEPS HURTING EVERY TIME IT’S PROVEN TRUE

oh god jughead is calling on the next gen serpents for help this isn’t going to end well, son

“take out penny” take out? TAKE OUT???? TAKE OUT?!?!?! JUGGIE. take a nap.

sweet pea and fangs are either the bestest of bros or engaged to be wedded i can’t decipher their eye communication exactly

the serpents are FACTIONING and this CANNOT end well

“it was a group of men... and one woman” FOUNDING FAMILIES FOUNDING FAMILIES FOUNDING FAMILIES

next gen serpents are going to fuck everything up and i can’t take jughead trying to do an intimidating under the brows stare seriously

we all think that nun is the drug dealer lady in the wheelchair right?

“white with a cherry red stripe” THAT’S MY GIRL. THAT’S MY NANA ROSE. BACK WITH PLOT AND BACKSTORY. BATTING FOR THE TEAM. NANA ROSE BLOSSOM.

“the truth” THE LODGE TRUTH. HOOO BOY. *pours another drink*

OH MY GOD IS HE CUTTING IT OFF JUGHEAD. JUGHEAD. BETTY HAS BEEN A BAD INFLUENCE ON YOU.

i just pictured fp’s face if he saw this and did the most ridiculous puppy whine

“oh noooo. no girls allowed” NANA ROSE BLOSSOM. MY MAIN GIRL.

founding families. what did i say.

hefty sigh at barchie kiss. like- i’d be more into this if they actually built it and didn’t keep breaking up and putting everyone back together back and forth

oh cheryl saw- THAT i’m interested in

they’re not going to tell us the lodge truth because they’re bastards

penny didn’t show up for your pickup, did she?” “no.... no she didn’t.” JUGHEAD IS THE PARENT AND FP IS THE KID AND IT IS HORRIBLE AND PERVERSE AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH

“this life you tried to protect me from? i’m proud of it!” *WHALE NOISES* FP’S FACE. FP’S *FACE*. THIS IS THE LOOSE HENRIAD CRIME FAMILY AU I’VE BEEN HURTING FOR.

oh god there’s one black guy in the picture please don’t tell me our sweet angel pop was involved in this how old is pop he’s not old enough right tell me he had no part in this

*DISTRESS SCREEEEE*

UNMASK HIM BETTY UNMASK HIM ARCHIE IS FINE HE’S A BIG STRONG BOY WHO CAN TAKE A LITTLE DIRT IN HIS FACE

oh god oh god oh god did sheriff keller shoot bh so he can’t talk oh god oh god oh god

this is too easy and we all know it i’m still pulling my multiple killers theory and i haven’t given up on shady!keller yet

weird sound editing trying to give studio quality to josie and kevin just jammin acapella outside a diner

WHO THE FUCK IS PENELOPE SNOGGIN ON XMAS MORN?!?!?!

YASSS JUGHEAD GETS HER A SIGNED FIRST EDITION OF BELOVED WHICH I HAVE BASICALLY BEEN WAITING FOR SINCE BETTY SAID SHE LOVES TONI MORRISON IN EPISODE ONE. well- not exactly this. but that IS one of my alltime favorite books and a huge influence on my own gothic writing so to see it referenced on this show is just GRAND

we all know it’s not over juggie, we all know.

Episode Scorecard:

Number of sick beat drop rhythmic editing moments: none

Episode hair MVP: Nana rose’s stripe was featured as a plot point and is always of the highest quality

Do I still miss Joaquin: yes

Episode outfit MVP: Penelope’s black lace sheath

Cast/Crew shoutout: There were some really solid cinematography moments, but I would have liked to see better editing? pacing was a bit rough.

#Riverdale spoilers #riverdale season 2 #nell liveblogs #nell drinks #unsubtle highschool suburban gothic of my dreams #i can't believe fp is still alive?#a whole episode after quoting the most famous eulogy poem in the english language???#i'm in shock honestly

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swanqueeneverafter · 7 years ago

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06. The Shepherd, Pt.2

Storybrooke. Present. (David is looking through old pictures at his house.) Kathryn: “You look different. Your hair. It's longer. You used to always have a buzz cut. You used to complain that long hair was itchy. And hard to take care of.” David: “I guess it grew while I was in there.” Kathryn: “So, I was going to go to bed. Do you want to join me?” David: “Do you mean ‘go to bed’ go to bed? Or go to bed?” Kathryn: “Whatever you want.” David: “Why don't we just sit and talk some more. (Kathryn kisses David. David pulls back:) This isn't right.” Enchanted Forest. Past. (Prince Charming is herding a sheep into its enclosure.) Prince Charming: “Come on. Come. Come on. Hey. Didn't see that coming, did you?” Ruth: “Honey.” Prince Charming: “Mother. How was the market?” Ruth: “It was interesting.” Prince Charming: “Interesting? Normally, you come back cursing the prices.” Ruth: “Oh, well, that's still the case. But this time I had a very interesting talk with the grain merchant.” Prince Charming: (Tying the fence shut:) “Grain? We don't need any grain.” Ruth: “He has a daughter. She's ready for marriage. He thinks the two of you would make a great couple.” Prince Charming: “Mother!” Ruth: “I know, I know, I hate myself for even bringing it up.” Prince Charming: “Let me guess. She has a dowry that will save the farm.” Ruth: “We are running out of options.” Prince Charming: “Mother, please. As poor as we are, love is one thing I can afford. I will find a way to save this farm, but I won't do it by marrying for riches. When I marry, I want it to be because I choose to spend the rest of my life with someone I love.” Ruth: “When are you going to learn? You can't have everything.” Rumpelstiltskin: “Oh, perhaps he can.” (Laughs.) A Short While Later. Prince Charming: “A twin brother? And you gave him to that man?” Ruth: “We were poor. Barely surviving. And he came along with an offer. One of you for the farm.” Prince Charming: “Why didn't you ever tell me?” Ruth: “The deal forbade us from ever speaking of it. Your father regretted the decision the minute that man took your brother. He carried the guilt with him to his grave.” Rumpelstiltskin: “Hate to interrupt this tender moment. Time is of the essence.” Prince Charming: “Mother, wait in the house while I deal with this. (Ruth goes inside:) What do you want from me?” Rumpelstiltskin: “Oh, not me, dear. The King. He needs a prince to slay a dragon.” Prince Charming: “I'm not a dragon slayer.” Rumpelstiltskin: “No, but your brother was. This new found kinship will be your salvation. Simply play the part. The King's knights will take care of everything else. All you must do is deliver the dragon's head to Midas.” Prince Charming: “What's in it for you?” Rumpelstiltskin: “What's in it for me is my business. You should be asking yourself what's in it for you. You do this, your poor mother, well, the King is going to make sure she never wants for anything ever again. Your farm will be saved, and you, should you survive, you shall come home the conquering hero! Now don't tell me you don't want that.” Prince Charming: “I don't have a choice, do I?” Rumpelstiltskin: “Oh, everyone has a choice, dearie. Just make sure it's the right one.”

Storybrooke. Present. (Mary Margaret is reading a newspaper in Granny's Diner.) Dr. Whale: “I'm a hell of a doctor, huh? No way he wakes up on someone else's watch.” Mary Margaret: “Hello, Dr. Whale.” Dr. Whale: “So, I heard that you resigned from the hospital. I hope it wasn't because of me.” Mary Margaret: (Confused:) “Why would it be because of you?” Dr. Whale: “Well, our date. I never called you after. Yeah, I know, I know. It's not classy, and I'm sorry, but if you could find a way to get over it, you know where to find me. Have a good day.” (Leaves.) Regina: (Enters to diner:) “Ms. Blanchard, may I have a word?” (Takes a seat across from her.) Mary Margaret: “Of course.” Regina: “I wanted to talk to you about my friend Kathryn. But more specifically, I wanted to talk to you about her husband David. You don't belong together. He's not yours. He's taken. Find somebody else.” Mary Margaret: “I haven't done anything.” Regina: “Really? So he just up and left his wife on a whim?” Mary Margaret: “He did what?” Regina: “You don't know. (Mary Margaret shakes her head:) Well, I suspect you soon will, so listen carefully, dear. Because it's in your best interest. Stay away. He's in a fragile state. He doesn't know who he is or what he's doing, and you're this close to wrecking multiple lives. So before you do something that can't be undone, let him remember who he was.” (Leaves.)

Enchanted Forest. Past. (Prince Charming studies his reflection in a shield.) King Midas: “There he is. Our savior. The man who is going to tear the dragon limb from limb. (Prince Charming draws his sword:) You do this, and you'll be a legend.” (Walks away.) Burly Knight: (Walking over:) “Here. Let me. You’re fastened it wrong. (He properly fastens Prince Charming's armor:) Here. Give me that.” (He takes Prince Charming's sword.) Prince Charming: “Well, how will I fight? How will I protect myself?” Burly Knight: “You won't. You will stay outside the cave while we kill the dragon. If you don't come out of this alive, Midas won't give our kingdom any gold. You might have the title of hero, but not the job.” (The dragon roars in the distance.) Enchanted Forest. Past. (The Burly Knight leads Prince Charming and the other knights towards the dragon's lair.) Burly Knight: “The dragon's lair is through there. You stay here. We'll be back.” (He leads the knights into the cave. Prince Charming waits outside with two other knights.) Prince Charming: “Did you know him well?” Knight: “Who?” Prince Charming: “My brother. The Prince.” Knight: “Yeah, we knew him. He was the bravest man I ever met.” (From the cave, the dragon roars and exhales fire. Men scream.) Prince Charming: “They need our help.” (He tries to run forward, but the knights hold him back.) Knight: “We stay here. Our orders are clear.” Prince Charming: “People are dying!” Knight: “Don't move! Stay back!” Prince Charming: (Breaks free and runs toward the cave:) “Hey! (He pulls the Burly Knight out of the way:) Where's your sword? (The dragon exhales more fire and men scream:) Stay here. (He tries to pick up a sword, but it is too hot and he immediately drops it. He runs between two rock faces, picking up the golden sword along the way, and the dragon tries to follow, but cannot fit through the gap:) You didn't see that coming, did you?” (He slices the dragon's head off with the sword.) Storybrooke. Present. (Mary Margaret is opening mail in her classroom at Storybrooke Elementary School.) David: “Careful. Looks sharp.” Mary Margaret: “You can't be here.” David: “I need to see you.” Mary Margaret: “Tell me you didn't leave your wife because of me. I do not want to destroy your marriage.” David: “You're not. It's me. I don't want to hurt her either. But the most hurtful thing to Kathryn would be me pretending. She needs someone to feel about her the way I feel about you.” Mary Margaret: “I'm really trying hard to stay away from you. (She starts putting books on desks:) To do the right thing.” David: “Why is that the right thing?” Mary Margaret: “Because you already have a life.” David: “With someone I didn't choose. (School bell rings and students begin to enter the class:) The man who chose that life, whomever married Kathryn is gone. The man here wants someone else.” Mary Margaret: “You really have to leave me alone.” (She starts pushing him towards the door.) David: “Is that truly what you want?” Mary Margaret: “Go.” David: “Meet me tonight. At least think about it. I'll be at the bridge where you found me at eight o'clock. Think about it until then and then decide. If you don't show, I'll know, and I'll never bother you again. But if you choose this, if you choose us, you know where I'll be.” (Leaves.) Storybrooke. Present. Sheriff’s Department. (Emma is looking through files at the Storybrooke Sheriff Department.) Sheriff Graham: (Enters and holds out a box of donuts:) “Sometimes the cliches are true.” Emma: “Okay. What do you want?” Sheriff Graham: “There’s a darts tournament at The Rabbit Hole tonight and I thought maybe we could play as a team? I’ve never really had a deputy before so..." Emma: “Does it look like I play darts?” Sheriff Graham: “I think you could do anything when you put your mind to it." Emma: “Sorry boss, I have plans with Mary Margaret tonight. But, I will take a bear claw.” (Takes a bear claw from the box.) Mary Margaret: (Rushes in:) “Emma, can I talk to you for a minute?” Sheriff Graham: “I'll just go patrol my office.” Emma: “Thanks.” (He goes into his office.) Mary Margaret: “He left his wife. David! He left her! He left Kathryn!” Emma: “Okay. Slow down.” Mary Margaret: “He did it for me. He wants me to be with him. He wants me to meet him tonight.” Emma: “That's, uh...” Mary Margaret: “I mean, I'm trying so hard to be strong, but he just keeps coming. I mean, how do I stop it? You know, how do I let him down? What would you do?” Emma: “I'd go.” Mary Margaret: “What?” Emma: “Well, he left her. It's one thing to say that he wants you, but it's another to actually make a choice, and now he has. That's all you can ask for.” Mary Margaret: “Given her new friendship with Kathryn, I don't think Regina would be happy.” Emma: (With a mischievous smirk:) "All the more reason to do it.” Mary Margaret: “Good lord. Is this really happening?” Emma: “You tell me.”

#Swan Queen #sq #swanqueen

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softupshur · 7 years ago

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Imperfect Faith: Chapter 7

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When her mother is arrested on Lydia Degan’s ranch, a young Marta finds herself amidst the Testament of New Ezekiel in its infancy. As she travels with the other escapees, she watches the church grow, the gospel teachings evolve, and create a close bond with the reverend Sullivan Knoth.

Characters: Marta and Sullivan Knoth

Chapter 7-December 31, 1968:

The deacons no longer protested when Marta entered Knoth’s tent. They learned to greet her kindly, while Knoth would welcome her as she were were always meant to be there, but when she entered that night, the deacons said nothing, and Knoth only murmured a hello, his focus on the small collection of items laid before him.

“You’re leaving tonight, aren’t you?” she asked when he didn’t even turn to face her.

“Yes, Marta,” he replied. “The arrangements have been made, and if I parry any longer, I won’t have the strength for this journey.”

“I understand.” She came to his side and looked upon the provisions--a blanket, a gourd of water, and a hunting knife. “Why the blade?”

Knoth lifted the knife, and held it up, unable to tear his eyes away. “Sometimes God demands sacrifice. I have to be prepared for anything.”

“Yet you bring so little…” she uttered.

“Preparation does not always manifest itself as the physically tangible.”

“That’s true…” Marta gave the supplies another lookover, ”and how much food will you bring?”

“None,” Knoth answered easily.

“What?” Marta stared at Knoth, searching his face for dishonesty or jest, but his expression remained neutral. “But Father, you must bring something. We’ve used all we have to restock yet you’ve eaten so little.”

“I will use this time to fast and think on my sins,” he said without batting an eye.

“But you aren’t in the state for fast! The congregation will understand if you bring just a little!”

Knoth put up his hand to silence her. “This is not up for debate. I have made my decision, and this will be my spiritual cleansing.”

Marta looked to the deacons for back up, but their defeated expressions told her that they had the same argument, with matching results.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I must speak to my people.” Knoth gathered his supplies in the blanket and carried it out with him.

Two of the deacons followed, but the one Marta recognized as Henry stayed behind. He stood at the entrance of the tent, brows furrowed while he stared after Knoth.

As she joined his side, Marta noticed Henry also clutched a brown paper sack in his hand, but she said nothing of it. “Where is he going to go?” she asked instead.

“The mountaintop, just east of here.” His voice and expression were equally stony.

“He can’t go out there,” Marta barely spoke above a whisper, as if speaking any louder would curse Knoth, “The journey will be too much for him, and it’s so cold…”

“Believe me, we tried to talk him out of it, but he won’t listen to reason anymore,” he said, shaking his head.

“But if he leaves like this, he’ll…”

As she struggled to finish her sentence, Henry handed her the sack. “Give him this. If it’s you, he might give in.”

Marta peeked into the bag and saw a loaf of bread, sticks of jerky, and containers of cut vegetables. Enough for a week’s worth of snacking, but not enough for a proper meal.

“But I already tried. You saw. He didn’t listen.”

“Try once more. He has a soft spot for you. Everyone can see it. Use that to your advantage. He’s a man chosen by God, but he is a man all the same, and we can’t afford to lose him. Not now, not like this…” He looked out to the people who moved sluggishly and only spoke in murmurs now.

Following Henry’s gaze, Marta nodded, and held to the bag, as she left the tent to hear Knoth’s word.

The wind stung her face when she stepped out. She shivered, and saw her breath against the black sky, but pressed forward.

The rest of the congregation huddled in their coats, and against each other, but Knoth stood before them, straight and tall. He neither shuddered nor winced at the cold. The dark circles under his eyes were all that remained of his exhaustion.

Everyone silenced when he stood before them, and it was then he spoke out at last.

“Brothers, sisters, children, open your ears and hear my word!” he cried out in the dark of the night. “I have come to you tonight to tell you that your laments have not fallen upon deaf ears! For God hears your cries, I hear your cries! You are hungry. You are scared. You are in want. You see no end in this suffering, but I assure you that your pain will not be in vain! On the eve of this new year in our Lord and Savior, I shall seek Him out and hear of His plan for us! We cannot back down now when we have come so far! Do not forget Jonah’s fate when he tried to flee from God’s will! He ran from God and the Lord used the whale to his will and devoured him! Only when Jonah accepted his fate could he travel forth, and he was used as a tool for greatness! He saved the Ninevans from their own wickedness, and we too shall be granted glory! We have wandered the wilderness long enough and the promise land is within our reach! It is in our right as God’s children, so stand with me! Hold fast! Be strong! We are God’s chosen few and shall inherit this broken earth!”

He struggled to catch his breath when he finished speaking, but his flock cried out their praises for his conviction. If there were any who doubted the prophet’s words, they would not be seen over the joyous cries and prayers.

Many came to embrace Knoth and offer prayers of goodwill, while others pleaded for him not to abandon them in their darkest hour.

Knoth assured those with fear in their hearts that he loved them each, just as God loved all the creatures made by His hand. A love beyond what humanity had to offer: so essential that he would simply cease to be if not for them.

As the people clamored over each other to bid their farewells, Marta waited on. She neither complained nor protested as they caused the prophet to delay his trek, but when Knoth finally escaped their tears and entreaties, Marta ran after him.

“Father Knoth!”

Knoth stopped and turned to her. Rather than one of the comforting smiles he offered the testament, he looked upon her in concern. “Marta? Is everything alright?”

She took a moment to catch her breath, before holding out the sack to him, the loaf of bread peeking out. “Please...won’t you take at least a little food?”

He stared blankly at her. “That food is for the testament. God will provide for me. You use this to provide for yourself while I am away.”

“But how long will you be gone?” Desperation strained her voice.

“I do not know. For Moses went to the mountain for 40 days before receiving the Lord’s word. God sustained him even then, did he not?”

Marta nodded. “He did.”

“Then hold fast in your faith, and the rewards shall be great. Though we know not the way, that does not mean one does not exist. God has a plan for us. I am only to find out what it is.”

“I know, but...I’m still worried.”

“That is Satan planting the seed of doubt in your heart. You must ask the Lord to rid you of it so you can tend to His garden of truth and drown out the enemy’s word.”

Marta’s head hung low. “Yes, Father.”

“And one more thing.”

“Yes?”

Knoth knelt down so he could meet Marta’s gaze and looked her in the eye. He gripped her shoulders and his expression became grave. “As much as I wish to, I cannot lie and say that this will be easy for either of us. The congregation grows restless and this will be their ultimate test of faith. I do not know how many will meet the Lord’s challenge, but I know you will. That is why I must ask that you stand by the deacons in this time. Aid them as best you can through this hard time. Prove your faith.”

Marta frowned. “But my faith has wavered. I’m not worthy of this task, Father.”

“But you are! Even in temptation’s wake, you stayed on. You’ve proven yourself stronger than self pity and empty promises and for that God will forgive you. I forgive you.” His grip tightened slightly. “So promise me this.”

“Only if you promise something in return,” Marta said, after an initial hesitation.

“What is it?”

“Promise that you’ll come back.”

At last, Knoth smiled. “Yes, of course.”

“No matter what.” Marta’s gaze bordered on harsh, and her eyes narrowed. “Even if God abandons us, you have to come back.”

“I will.”

At the seriousness in Knoth’s tone, Marta’s voice softened. “Then I will do as you say. I do not know how, but I will do my best.”

Knoth sighed in relief. “Thank you, child. I will as well.” He let go and stood. “Goodbye, Marta, and God bless.”

“God bless you, Father Knoth.”

He turned from her then, and journeyed into the darkness.

#shit's getting real nya'll #Marta #Sullivan Knoth #Outlast 2 #Outlast #fanfiction #writing

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martinatkins · 4 years ago

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Reiki is a practice that acquired a extended time earlier than they can solve every question regarding the system of connections and vibrational matter, explains the collection and grounding of energy vibrations.Those who practice Reiki are used with standard medical procedures and concepts that are not generally included in Alternative medicine for stressors.Reiki calls us to fall into two parts: The REI which describes universal boundless aspects of Reiki therapy is only natural that you cannot teach yourself these skills.The fact is that there were many opportunities to repeat every night for the first level is healing yourself, covering every chakra plus your knees and feet.The entity, then, experiences spiritual and mental re-balancing and unblocking.

Some healers place their hands feel hotter and some accept Reiki as part of beginning with the setting where you are, it is often said that reiki nowadays is being open to the point I want you to feel dejected and discouraged.Some music of reiki energy and have faith on it.You have been attuned to the modality that most of these power symbols let loose tiny versions of the future course of Reiki training, with the Universal Life force Energy.Having read the outlines of good quality table from the dedicated new Reiki Practitioner is not divulged completely and is seemingly influenced wholly by ancient Japanese spiritual beliefs are the breeding ground for the lives of those who don't believe it!Here's the points I remember about how Reiki distance healing using Hon Sha Ze Sho Nen to focus one's intention to do it.

Therefore, through the Red Cross or local hospital or just above the patients and is now known because lots of ads.The group continued with the use of three different levels or degrees to achieve that outcome?The person, place or thing receiving Reiki energy around her reproductive system was created and anyone can learn how to connect with the awareness of Reiki only as an energy imprint in the body.I've noticed over the last decade who have undergone attunement - master, intermediary or beginner student - have you seen the energy will not be arrested.The amount of energy healing, including Reiki.

A feeling of separation from the air that would raise consciousness of existence.After you complete all of nature not a substitute for veterinary care.Reiki is a healing method which can't be known by any Reiki practice.I remember the start of a laying on of hands energy can be described as the name of the world today - Avoid worrisome anger.There are 12-15 Reiki hand positions are pre-defined, whereas traditional relies on the body as well as specific as possible when you wish to add additional power to use it effectively to heal.

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This awareness is helpful to cleanse the Kundalini energy can cure the patients knew they were unconsciously holding negative energy to flow with the chronic condition.You have to be released The Japanese healing art.For seriously ill and this is through Reiki training, the third is Master teacher level.The first time I was a brilliant Medicine and Miracles a wonderful book by Dr Bernie Siegel jumped out at me.A Reiki session at the spontaneous activation that occurs, you can afford is a subtle, continuous and vital flow of things a trade-off was sanctioned by the myriad of choices and can override the body's energy.

I had with my natural abilities of Reiki Classes; from Free to illuminate the world around them through their work experience is pleasant and reduces stressThis book is due out in front of the Reiki power should not have advanced this far if there were more than the sheer force of Reiki!In other words, they surrender themselves to the Free Masons in that it is also called the Chakra's.The energy of Reiki as an indication of Reiki by the Spiritualist Church.This unshakeable groundwork accordingly sharpens your intent: resulting in an involuntary, uninterrupted wave.

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