#also the kindness that u weep has seeped into me

[myfemininedivine]

An epilogue to TDP would be wonderful, honestly I highly doubt we will forget it, you wrote works of art and all this in the period of 1 year, you need to give yourself credit. Anyway, I hope the fexi magic falls upon you again through another couple and another fandom is lucky enough to have your wonderful stories. take care of yourself <3

A proper send off! I understand it was a beloved fic for some so it would be a send off to those who enjoyed it as well :) I remember a lot of the old fanfiction I came across as a child, so, it’s cute to think that some may remember it years later! Fanfic really is a time capsule !!!!!

Thank you sm for the kind words, really. I appreciate our time together, sharing the same fixation and all. ❤️

[45percenterthen]

Belated bday fic for bearer of cursed fruit facts @seraphlm and thee plant dad cas truther @cactuscas !! Love u guys v much, happy bday <3 (ao3 link here)

“Fuck’s a horoscope again? It’s like, stars and shit, right?”

He bumps Cas’ elbow, who’s squinting at one of his fern-looking-things like he’s experimenting with horticultural telepathy. The saga of the fern-thing has been turbulent, to say the least. It’s wilting a bit, leaves curling in on themselves like tiny fists. Cas has spent the past few days carting it from one window ledge to another, muttering to himself about humidity levels with a familiar air of irritated devotion. Dean reckons the whole underground bunker situation probably isn’t helping. It’s well travelled, though, for a plant. Dean thinks it should be more grateful.

Cas nods, releasing a leaf with a sigh and sitting down next to Jack. “Indeed. Stars and shit.”

Jack’s engrossed in some magazine, finger tracing the words as he reads. Cas reaches for the edge of the page to hold it taut for him, and Dean can practically see his other hand itching for his phone. Diagnosis time for the fern-thing. Dean’s never seen a favorites bar so wholly taken up by gardening websites. Dean’s pretty sure the definition of true love is pausing Die Hard to read an article about potting soil drainage.

“Do you want to hear yours, Dean? It’s for this week.”

“Sure, kiddo.” To be honest, Dean thinks the concept of fate can very much, actually, go fuck itself. Jack looks delighted though, so he keeps it to himself. He stirs a bit of extra butter into the eggs because that’s the way Jack likes them, dutifully not looking at Cas to avoid a depressing conversation about his cholesterol levels.

“Oh! It says you’re lucky this week, Dean!”

“Awesome, bud! Time to stock up on the scratch cards, eh?”

Sam chooses that moment to come lumbering in. The state of his hair suggests a sleepless night, or that a recent localized hurricane that targeted his bedroom only.

“Hi Sam! We’re reading horoscopes. Dean’s an Aquarius.”

“Oh, cool.” Eileen had been delayed on a salt and burn with some of the new-hunter-network people. Sam looks suitably mopey about it, forlorn housewife that he is. “Mercury’s in marmalade, and all that.”

“Aquarius is ruled by Uranus,” Jack continues, and Sam instantly chokes. On air, apparently. Bastard.

“One more time, Jack? Dean’s ruled by his –”

“You’re a child, Samantha.” Dean looks around for the nearest something-painful-not-fatal to throw at him. Plant’s a no. Instant divorce. He glances at the eggs, but decides he doesn’t want to spend his morning getting egg yolk outta the tile grouting.

“Dude, oh my – I should’ve just checked your horoscope,” Sam walks over to the fridge, catching the Mary Berry’s Baking Bible that Jody sent them for Christmas in mid-air. “Would’ve saved us a talk.”

“Eat your pineapple and shut up, man.”

“Did you know that pineapples are technically berries?” Jack says. Dean wonders if Cas introduced him to WebMD-for-plants. Or maybe this is just a side effect of being The New God on the block. Berry omniscience. “Well. The outside bit is. Bananas are berries too.”

“That’s weird,” Sam closes the fridge door. Stares into his bowl like he’s offended. Dean’s offended Sam eats nothing but fruit in the morning. “After the heaven rebuild. You should, like, fix berries.”

Jack turns to Cas solemnly. “Should I fix berries?”

“Perhaps you should concentrate on heaven, first. Then we can see about berries.”

“I don’t want to ruin the fabric of our established universe,” Jack says, and Dean’s struck, once again, with the sudden realisation that he’s making eggs for the most powerful entity in Creation. Mondays, man.

“I don’t think Chuck had any such purity of intent in mind,” Cas says darkly, pouring more milk into God’s glass for strong bones and teeth, and yeah, Dean’s pretty keen to steer Cas away from that particular line of conversation.

“Hey, what’s Cas’ horo-whatever?” He takes the eggs off the heat and walks over to the table, leaning over to see what the hell magazine this is, actually. Looks Rowena-y. Is the Queen of Hell sending his son-God care packages? That’s one way to establish diplomatic relations.

He rests his hands on Cas’ shoulders, stroking his thumbs at the neckline of his t-shirt when he feels tension. He decides against pressing a kiss to Cas’s hair. Just ‘cause he’s with a dude now, doesn’t mean he’s gonna be all gay about it. Cas’ left hand comes up to cover his own. Their rings clink.

“Cas doesn’t have a birthday, though.” Jack frowns at the page slightly, apparently looking for the section on fallen angel anomalies.

“Then we’ll have to pick one –” Dean starts, just as Cas says, “September eighteenth.”

Cas tips his head back against Dean’s chest, peers up at him. He’s got dried toothpaste at the corner of his mouth. Dean grins stupidly at his upside-down face. “September eighteenth, yeah.” Something swoops in his chest. Cas is earnest, and it’s unbearable. He loves at full volume, and Dean’s as grateful as he is undeserving. He squeezes Cas’ shoulder. Tradition, and all that.

Jack taps the page. “It says you’re a Virgo, Cas!”

They’re still staring at each other as Jack starts reading aloud. Dean brushes hair off Cas’ forehead and thinks, for once, he’s landed himself the permanent kind of happy. Dean’s pretty sure he’s loved him for years and years, quietly, achingly.

There’s the sound of cutlery against ceramic, and Dean looks up to check Sammy’s not weeping into his fruit bowl out of sheer girlish pride or whatever. He’d made it six words into his best man speech before the waterworks. Dean’s never letting him live it down.

⁂

“So,” Dean says later, after Sam’s gone to collect Eileen from town, and Jack’s off on heavenly refurb duty. “My lucky week, huh?”

Dean circles his arms round Cas’ midriff. Lets his chin rest on his shoulder, because he can, and also to check Cas isn’t half-assing the washing up.

“Apparently so.”

Dean hums. It’s funny. They’re married. And yet moments like these, the big ones, still manage to make him a bit nervous. It’s stupid. He’s hardly gonna say no. But Dean supposes they’ve never managed to get anything in the right order. Two deathbed confessions amidst a decade of friendship. An ‘I love you too’ echoing off brick in an empty room. Two kids co-parented before they even kissed, and they were already living together when they started dating. Someone get Nicholas Sparks on the phone.

“Perfect week to put an offer down on a house then, right? That one on the lake?”

Cas drops a fork into the bubbles. He turns his head to reply and Dean takes it as an opportunity to kiss what’s within reach. The smile lines around his eye, his temple greying with the proof that Cas loves him. He’s all in. Dean is too, terrifyingly.

“Really?”

“Yeah, dude.” Dean nods at the fern guy. “Your plants would appreciate the sunlight, right? And there’s a room for Jack.”

Cas spins in his arms, leaning against the sink to look Dean in the eye. Dean grabs at his soapy palm, intertwining their fingers, confident in his sappiness when no one’s watching.

“I know I always say Sammy didn’t make the most of his college experience, but dorming in my forties isn’t exactly what I meant –”

“You’ll miss him, though.”

“Of course, man. Lived with Sam my whole life. But,” Dean relinquishes the hand to cup Cas’ face, “I kinda wanna do my own thing now. With you. So, move in with me, Mr. Winchester? Somewhere… overground?”

It’s so off-your-feet sweepingly romantic Dean feels like he deserves a medal. Maybe this is their karmic justice after the proposal debacle.

Cas is smiling at him, soft and sweet. “Okay, Dean.” He puts wet hands around his waist and Dean doesn’t even care that it’s seeping through his t-shirt. “Lake house it is.”

Dean leans in, kisses him three times in response. He lingers on the last one, smiling against Cas�� mouth. Cas knows what he means.

[pseudofaux]

1/2 Pseu, the last couple Slings I rq’ed some dirty talk & MA’AM did u deliver. But I realized I never thanked/gave feedback like a dummy so here I am! They were so so SO good (fenrir esp & SIRIUS?! 😳 woof), pls dont doubt ur DT writing skills bc they were all so hot, /very/ in character (I could practically hear Kyles!) & beautifully written to boot. Ur prose has so much personality, it is such a joy to read <3 & I have def read those pieces. many. times. I just want to thank u & apologize for asking u 2 go out of ur comfort zone. When I get the chance I will def tip u for the trouble (& commission if im brave enough lol)

Thank you so, so much for this! I really appreciate hearing that the dirty talk worked for you, that’s the best. When other writers do that right it GETS ME FEELING, so knowing that might be true outward as well is!!! a lot and very cool! But if you are this nice to me I will CRY. 🥺💙💙💙 SO LET’S GET TO THE GOOD SH*T, I am so glad you asked for this because Faust is one of the best characters to get n a s t y with, the holier the man, the, uh... holier our holes? Something like that? ANYWAY:

CW: degrading language (”whore”, “slut”), sadism, some sacrilegious thinking  regarding Jesus’ crucifixion (this is quick and about related imagery, but I’m putting it in the warnings just in case), depravity in a church. If any of the stuff in the ask squicks you out, keep yourself safe and turn away. 💙

(Requests are open through May 1 if you would like to get one in, dear reader!)

��A whore in my chapel,” he muses. It’s so soft, his voice is so very soft, it makes the words feel funny in her head. She knows they are lashes but they feel like petals, and when her eyes close it is not to hide from the words but to shut out everything except his voice so she does not miss any others. She wants everything he has to say. She wants anything he has to give her. All the thorns of the crown, every scrape of the doubter’s spear slicing through the flesh of her belly. Simply knowing him—as though there were anything simple about it— has warped her. That’s why she stepped through the doors into the dim chapel, lit more by moonlight than the sparse candles at the altar.

He tilts his head as he considers her. She is just beyond the threshold and she is just deciding she should beg him to let her stay when he moves closer.

“Open,” he says, but he is pulling at her mouth with one gloved finger as he begins talking so she has no chance to obey on her own. She wants to! Why is he taking that from her? She leans forward as though it will help her anticipate his next request sooner.

She is not prepared at all for him to grab her by the chin or come so close. Her heart knows the joy of an entire flock of freed birds when she thinks he is going to kiss her. There has never been a time when she blinked so fast in her life—

He comes close enough for warmth, but not touch. He spits between her open lips. “Move that around with your tongue. Get the filth out of your sluttish mouth,” he tells her. She is beyond shocked but she does as he says. It should be revolting to have someone else’s saliva in her mouth like this, but she is so gone for him she doesn’t even want to swallow, wants to keep that piece of him mixing with her, safe and warm. When he takes a step back and lets go, she falls to her knees with her palms up like some kind of penitent. She doesn’t mean to. It just feels right.

She could be in a comfortable bed right now, instead of on the unswept floor of a chapel, all her worshipful inclination aimed away from the altar and toward a very dangerous man. Will her foolishness mean they find her in a ditch somewhere... Will they find her at all? Or will he send her back on unsteady feet with her own juice tickling her legs as it travels from her core to the ground? She can’t fathom what will seem most cruel to him, what he’s most likely to do.

That’s not really a part of her interest. She’s not sure she could explain the interest if she tried, but it is the full shape of her heart now, and directs her nighttime steps to him no matter what her brain tells her otherwise. If she knew where he was during the day, she would try to find him then, too. Her comfortable bed is nice but it does not make her blood sing like he does. The pain he gives, and his presence, those are things she has come to need.

And he fulfills those needs. He’s generous with pain and he is always there when he gives it to her. She nearly swoons to the floor thinking about it, and only the thought that she might lose out on time with him keeps her upright and dutifully swirling his spit in her mouth.

“Get up, imbecile,” he says, and he points further into the chapel! She is being invited even more inside! She could weep! “Lean back against that pew. You’re not even worthy of kneeling in this place.”

She’s not. Somewhere in her there is a heart that is kind and good, and a person who tries to do her best, but the moment she left the mansion to come here she was guided only by selfish lust. It’s what makes her stand up so fast. She doesn’t even know what he will do if she manages to please him... so far she has only experienced his sharpness, and it has worked to hook her as surely as a fish.

Her feet are moving but she is lost in an imagining that he is piercing the side of her mouth when he shouts “Swallow already!” at her, and it makes her jump. It also makes her so, so happy that he was paying so much attention. Every echo of his rage is like choir music. She swallows immediately. In her rush her throat betrays her and she feels like she will choke, but before she can stop herself she coughs and then keeps trying to clear her windpipe. His hand is on her upper arm and he shakes her like a rag doll. It does not help, but it feels like a dance.

Faust grits out “Get. Over there.” and she gets, still coughing. It is uncomfortable and her eyes are watering but she longs for him more than air and he let go of her arm when he pushed her toward the pews. So her steps are sad ones.

She puts her back and her hands onto the curve of the pew. It’s wide, smooth wood beneath her. The sturdiness brings her head down from the clouds in time to hear the slide of the book bundle he has kicked toward her, just in time to move her ankle out of the way. He laughs and mutters something she can’t hear. She tries very, very hard not to pout about it.

“I don’t have all night,” he says flatly. “Put your foot up and show your sin to me.”

It’s a scramble to comply-- should she hold up her skirt first or put a foot on the books and then raise the fabric?-- but her body just moves, eager to comply. This is why she’s here. As much as for him, she is in this chapel for what only he can do.

He rolls his eyes as she wads up her skirt in her hands. Her stockings can’t be clean after that time on the chapel floor, and there is no way her underwear is without a telltale patch of lust, not with the way all his power has been pooling between her legs since before she even touched the other side of the chapel doors. When he steps close she can actually feel a tiny but undeniable gush of arousal slipping out of her so easily it might as well be her self-control. It’s mortifying. She hopes he sees.

Then he is close, close enough for one of his hands to slip behind the leg that goes straight to the ground and stroke it, which makes her bite back a moan. She has to clench her teeth shut just to withstand the gentle contact without falling over. When he pulls her leg up, her knee rests beside his hip and she begins to shudder so hard she fears she will convulse.

“Stop that this instant,” he hisses, and his fingers dig into the back of her thigh so hard all that gently-stroked flesh is too stupid to feel the hurt right away. It comes to her quickly, though. She bites back another sound, something more vulnerable.

He watches her, then leans in beside her ear. “You put your foot on a stack of bibles in a church,” he whispers to her, every syllable touching his teeth the way she wishes he would touch her. “And you spread your legs like you think someone wants to see your mess.” He makes the most derisive, delicious noise, and her eyes roll so far back into her head it nearly hurts. More words, more words, please...

He takes her by the chin again, and when he lets go of her leg she knows she needs to keep it exactly where it was, no matter how precarious this makes her balance, while his hand comes up to slap her face. “You don’t tell me one wretched thing, slut,” he enunciates carefully. She did not even realize her thoughts had become words. She quickly tries to apologize and he slaps her other cheek. 

“Shut up,” he says, syrup sweet, and slides his hand back under her thigh. It’s the exact tone of a bully. She shuts up. She shudders, too, from the way it seeps into her and makes her warm all over.

He lets go of her chin and pulls the front of her underwear into his fist. He keeps pulling until the soft, well-laundered muslin digs at the back of her hips and her sex at the same time, right up against the tender flesh of her holes, and makes her yelp. He must have measured his strength exactly, she hears the snap of two threads but the fabric holds. He could rip it from her with ease. Why is he not doing that? He gives the muslin just a little slack, then pulls it even tighter and she feels like a marionette, all her limbs out of her own control. Were it not for her hands on the back of the pew, she would be a mess on the floor instead of a mess barely standing

Faust growls, “Be still, sinner-- and keep this leg up-- or I’ll make it so much worse.”

She keeps the leg up without his hand beneath it. She will never again doubt the existence of miracles.

He pulls the soaked fabric aside, pulls back his newly freed hand, and slaps her right on her slit without any preamble. The shock of the hit is gold and white-blue behind her eyes, and her sob is ugly, an animal’s sound in a place meant for prayerful people. He says nothing as she whimpers through the hurt of every little ripple of post-pain, the way the tingles stay focused on the flesh that took the hit. It feels like a scorch on both sides of her sex that she cannot escape; how appropriate that inescapable he put that feeling on her, in her.

Belatedly she realizes that she did stay still, and that calms her spirit, strokes her in time with his thumbs on the inside of each thigh. High like heaven. Soft as a dream. He may even be shushing her tenderly instead of telling her to be silent, but she is so delirious she cannot be sure. She can feel the way she is even more wet, because the slickness makes the burn better. Not in a healing way, in a way that clarifies the precious, god-given sharpness he provides. She is sinful and filthy and so far below worthy of his touch, but he does touch her, he talks to her and touches her, and when Faust does those things she feels very holy. There is a silence in her soul that makes it a little easier to ignore the way her body is screaming from pain and desperate want.

The slap hurts. It takes her a long time to come down from the pain and the heat. But when she is silent, he sneers and stops stroking her thighs, and then he does it again.

[vesuviannights]

Claire we’ve all thought about and talked about Nadia’s Huge Strap but have u considered,,.. Nadia enlisting Asra’s help to formulate a spell.. and then returning to your chambers in the castle one night with a Huge Dick instead,,. All for u.,, 💎anon

Mmmm yes. Yes. Yes.

Nadia + Bedroom Body Magic

Nadia is an inventor, and quite skilled at magic, and the two combined always make for some interesting nights in the bedroom. You are never left without, and always surprised, and the fact that you are so willing to let her experiment and play and test things out? Only makes her adore you more

You’re used to her straps, ones that are long, short, thick, knotted if you so please. Ones that self-lubricate, ones that vibrate, ones that have tubes cut out so that she can cum inside of you and fill you up until you’re dripping

But the evening she returns home after spending all day with Asra and refusing to let you see either of them…you are not prepared

It’s late, nearly nine, and so you’re a little dozy but still waiting for her by the fire in your shared quarters

You’re also a little tense, as it has been 2 days 3 days five d a while since you’ve been allowed to come, and with each slow and restless shift of your thighs, everything seems to become a little more tense and the room a little warmer

When she arrives back, she settles behind you and kisses the back of your neck, begins to massage the kinks from your shoulders and neck. Not unusual.

She asks about your day as she moves and works, gives you innocent little kisses as a reward each time you sigh and another knot relieves itself. Soon, you’re a soft mess, easily pliable, and she turns you to help you crawl into her lap

She kisses you softly, tenderly, with all the love of someone who has not seen you for far too long. Her hands cup your neck and the back of your head, her thumb traces your jaw, she sighs your name so softly, so reverently

Things get heated quickly, as usual, and she twists you in her lap so that your back is pressed against her chest and your legs spread white for her hand to slip between. She suckles on your neck with wet little sighs as she begins to work you, and all too soon you’re writhing and arching against her, pressing down and away when it becomes a little too much

And that’s when you feel it. Hard, hot, thick, right between her legs, growing with each movement you make against her

You shudder at the feel, barely stilled by her hands as they leave you and wrap around your waist to keep you against her. She grinds against your ass in one long, slow movement, and when you cry out, she coos to you with her lips right against your ear

“Something the matter, my love?”

“N-no…”

“What is it that you feel?”

“I-I-”

“Go on, use your words. Is there something different about me?”

You swallow, a thick lump that hardly moves. Your heart is thudding in your chest, your vision clouded, lids heavy. Impatient with your silence, she does around slow grind against your ass, and you feel a wet patch on the fabric between you

“You…you have a cock.”

“Mmmm…what kind, my love?”

“A real one.”

“Indeed. I spent all day learning the correct magic to perfect it, make it thick and hot and for it to work in all the right ways. All for you, my love. What do you say to that?”

“Th-thank you Nadi-AH!”

She ruts against you, only this time the fabric between you - both hers and yours - has vanished and her cock has slid between your legs. Your eyes drop down, and you spy through hooded lids the red, swollen head of her very real cock, weeping pre-cum as it gently ruts against the inside of your thigh

“Would you like me to use it?”

“Y-yes please!”

“Very well. Get down on your hands and knees.”

You scramble to do as instructed, body shaking as you clamber off her and onto the floor. Your chest goes down, your ass goes up, and within moments she’s kneeling behind you, the heat of her very-human cock running against you, seeping impossible amounts of pre-cum to lubricate you

She takes her time pressing in, wants you to feel every inch as she slides in just like always - but she also wants to feel the tightness of you too, the way your walls flutter and clench when you moan, the way they fight and then give when she pushes a little further

Her hands are on your hips and locking you in place, just in case you forget that you’re not allowed to move

When she’s finally inside of you, both of you are panting, and you can hear her soft little sighs and moans from her chest, and it’s the most uncollected you have ever heard her in all your time sleeping together

“N-Nadia?”

“Sshh, my love. Let’s enjoy this for a few moments longer.”

She waits inside of you for a few minutes, completely still, kissing your shoulder blades. Every part of you shivers and aches for her to move, filled with a kind of warmth you’ve never felt from any of her fake cocks, not even the ones she enchanted

When she’s finally ready to move, she does it at a firm pace, deep and long thrusts, hands always touching your bare skin in some way

The two of you are a mess of moans and pleas and sweat, begging for more even as you both give everything you have

You both come together, a trick of her magic you’re sure. You feel warmth blossom in your lower abdomen as she spills inside of you, and she’s gasping into your skin and thanking you for letting her

It disappears almost as soon as she pulls out, and it’s clear by the sweat on her brow and the flush of her cheeks as she turns your head to kiss you, that her magic is too exhausted for more

She kisses each of your flushed cheeks as you grin, and then helps you to your feet, and the two of you make your way into the bathroom to clean yourselves and talk about what else she might be able to do with her newest form of magic

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[gulescamisade]

WELCOME TO EARTH

[ The distant light of Sol-1 finally touches upon the ship, somewhere not too terribly far from earth, as they weave between the debris scattered in the system's asteroid belt. The system appears to be a hotbed of activity, patrolled by at least a dozen ships patrolling its orbit, though the tremendous amount of interference from an approximate fuckton of space rocks seems to be doing an adequate job of masking their approach, for now. The crew is ordered to be ready for the worst, considering the riskiness of their approach, with all of the Security members manning battle stations and engineering on standby for potential damage. There remains a small list of others commanded for presence on the bridge-- Horuss, Equius, Daelos and Roxy-- with special instructions prepared for the moment they manage to clear the asteroid belt. ]

DIRK: -at any moment they could be too close. in fact, they might be already, but who knows how long they can maintain what they're going to do. there's a lot of risks involved, but his gut is telling him now is the moment to give the signal.-

DIRK: -looks to this specialized group of folks.- Alright, guys, time to show us what you've got.

DIRK: If the plan goes awry, we'll just put up the ship's cloak and hope for the best.

DIRK: But it ain't gonna go awry. -he believes in the horses and his platonic wife.-

ROXY: =She made them all shirts, they BETTER be wearing them. A solid blue that reads V-SQUAD with (Not that kind of V) in small letters under it=

ROXY: i got a whole lot u cant handle dstri

ROXY: welcum 2 the sweaty gun show =flexes minorly but yes, time for the one with the void thing. She's sitting and touching the ground since it's a collaborative effort there's no need to go TOO crazy on her own=

TEREZI: V-SQU4D, V-SQU4D, TH3YR3 OUR CL4N 

TEREZI: 1F TH3Y C4NT DO 1T NO ON3 C4N

TEREZI: =moral support=

ROXY: =she loves u Terezi=

TEREZI: >;]

HORUSSBOT: Udder nonsense. I have 100% confidence in my abilities. Nothing will trot off horse. -whirrs, his goggles blaring red. He has had quite some time prepping in the void for a task such as this. Now, it was time to put the thoughts into action into the motion of events.-

HORUSSBOT: -Of course, he can't turn down a gift from Roxy. Horuss is wearing the obligatory V-Squad shirt.-

EQUIUS: -This shirt is stupid and 100di% but it's also kind of cute that Roxy made these. He's focused. He's always focused, standing on the bridge after giving engineering THOROUGH instructions. Jake, do not heck this up.-

JAKE: -vigorous awoos from the engineering labs.-

EQUIUS: D --> We will do as we are needed to. This e%ercise will go off without a hitch

DIRK: -thumbs up at them and their confidence-

DAELOS: - Looking out of place with a t-shirt that's a bit too tight but he's more focused on carefully keeping an eye on the ship than his wardrobe-

JADE: -She's in her station as well, because there's no way she's sitting out on a mission so important, even if she doesn't feel quite as ready as her peers.-

ROXY: =She made it tight on purpose=

ROXY: =ur welc every1=

ROXY: =They're all wearing tight shirts=

ROXY: =Additional ur welcs=

EQUIUS: -He's probably going to flex out of it later-

ROXANNE: -At her station as well, mentally cheering on her daughter. U go bby, she believes in you.-

ROXY: =Feels mom-couragement, internal warmth and weeping=

ROXANNE: -<333-

EQUIUS: -The human disease called love-

[ The ships are still just dim blips on a sensor, and it really seems like they're going to stay that way-- it's a long circuit around the sun and the nearest doesn't seem to be making any move to intercept them. The effects of being under a cloak of void are almost imperceptible to the majority of the crew. ]

ROSE: -There are still a few who'd feel it, though. She's laying her head down and closing her eyes, wincing at even the softest lights in her room. This is not an altogether COMPLETELY pleasant sensation, right now.-

HORUSSBOT: -The void portal device will be running in the engineering labs. Now it is a matter of manipulating the void pocket within outwards. Like a droplet of oil moving through water, so will the ship move undetected through space. Horuss, unlike EVERYONE ELSE, is not distracted in his task of breathing out and letting the Nothing seep from his essence. The edges of his robotic form warble out of the corner of people's eyes. Everything is trotting along as planned.-

DAVE: -he's manning his section of security on the ship, overseeing guards and in ready position should anything go wrong. there's a lot of stuff on his mind about this trip, but he's not focusing on it. he's just making sure he's ready to take action if and when it is needed.-

EQUIUS: -He's barely in focus, unless you are of course focusing on him. Equius settling down to concentrate on his task, positively exuding the void from his entire being. What he lacks in the finesse his teammates have he more than makes up with sheer POWER.-

HORUSSBOT: -Well Horuss is more thorough and studious about it. So there.-

ARADIA: -standing on another level by the atrium, she's just watching. not in caution, but in waiting.-

ROXY: =She's just here to have a good time and be helpful=

EQUIUS: -Shhh fellow horse. You are amazing too. Just not as amazing as me-

MEULIN: -She's there with Dave, smiling supportively every now and again if she catches his gaze, but otherwise remaining serious, bristled with anxiety.-

DAELOS: -In a similar way he also seems to be imperceptible, though in a slightly different way. It's not that it's hard to see him, but people may forget that he's there for a time. He's absorbed in the ship's sensors and radar.-

DAVE: -it makes it easier to be sturdy for someone else, because he can tell meulin is feeling anxious. he gives her a nod when she smiles- nothin to worry about

DAVE: we all know what were supposed to do

DEREK: -he's REALLY counting on y'all for this to work, cuz he'd rather not drive everybody right into danger.-

DAVENFORTH: -Manning his security section, in full uniform. His trench coat flutters gently. But how?-

ROXANNE: -That would be the ideal yeah... But it will work! Optimism is important guys.-

MEULIN: RIGHT! -Except that they're heading into the playground of probably the biggest threat to them currently, and she's sure that before this is done, there's going to be some blood on her claws. Will she be able to handle that when the time comes? The fact that Dave is there, that he's been there every other time she couldn't handle it, is really the only assurance she can cling to for now.-

NEPETA: =She's ready, for the rumblings. Spiny is also ready for the rumblings, pets the lorge lizard=

[ The PLAN continues to go smoothly-- even at a cautious pace, Earth is growing larger and larger, the ship slowly beginning a controlled descent onto the planet. Things seem to be a bit different, with all of the voidiness wrapped around the ship, and any of the heat or pressures of gravity from re-entry seem to slip right by them. From an outside perspective, it would look bizzare, if it were possible for it to look like anything at all. They glide down towards the wider area of the Pacific Northwest, in the direction of a relatively obscure meeting place-- Baseball was both made illegal and cancelled forever, evidently, and it's almost unreal how delapitated the diamond has become, visible from high in the sky, in only a short period of open occupation. ]

RILEY: -she desperately wishes she had something to do at the moment with so much on her mind, so she's walking around the ship instead of sitting and waiting-

QIRIN: =baseball banned?? how awful=

ROXANNE: -Earth wtf.-

DEREK: Damn that was a smooth ride. -grins back at everyone from his pilot's chair.- DIRK: -naturally he believed in them, but damn is he relieved when they start to land. eyeballs the dad.-

VRISKA: -she's looking bored wherever she's supposed to look out for. can't she do something IMPORTANT?! they are absolutely wasting her skills. she sighs dramatically from where she's assigned-

TEREZI: STUNN1NG JOB, STR1D3R SR! 👌

TEREZI: V-SQU4D R31GNS SUPR3M3, 4S USU4L >:]

ROXY: shes sweet talkin me ;P =shes also sweating a bit the ship is fuckin lorge=

TEREZI: M3 SW33T? N3V3R!

JOHN: -BASEBALL WAS BANNED???? THE ALL AMERICAN PASTIME??? THAT BITCH.-

[ There's AMPLE ROOM for a landing, even if it's a severely makeshift spaceport and there isn't too much room for wiggling. They'll also DEFINITELY demolish this whole fuckin thing when they take off again. They touch down on a flat land that is nonetheless a bit overgrown with crabgrass and weeds, sensors reading no ships in the sky anywhere in the surrounding area. There is a definitive ALL CLEAR. ]

QIRIN: =John, it's all the more reason we are here. Fight. Win. Homerun.=

ROXY: =sports=

DAELOS: -Wipes sweat off his brow as they land. That was very stressful.-

DEREK: -touches this baby down nice and gentle...- Well folks we made it. DIRK: -he's already trying to message jamison or jude or whoever will pick up, really.-

HORUSSBOT: -Robo neighs and doesn't sweat at all. The sweat is in his soul.-

JOHN: -whistling Georgia by Ray Charles somewehre in the lwoer decks as they land.-

JAMISON: =They'll be there in two shakes Dirkington! He's brought his various makeshift weapons also!=

JAMES: -Hovering by his Aunt Jolene, most likely. She must be at the ends of her tethers being in Condy territory. Their old home, Earth...-

EQUIUS: -He breathes out deeply. Sweating greatly. He flexes uncomfortably in this cotton prison-

DIRK: -god bless you, jamison harley.- Alright, everybody sit tight. We're gonna make this quick.

DIRK: -gets on the intercom to address security.- Open up the docking bay. They'll be here any minute.

ROXY: =listen she tried to make them super absorbant=

JOHN: -Ooooooooooh he wants out. He feels like a dog getting amped up to go for a walk. He's so overcome with nostalgia that he forgets to be scared.-

DAVE: -he's on it and he'll bring meulin with him-

JOLENE: -most certainly, nephew. just knowing they're near james' house -- the neighborhood where her sister used to live... knowing the state it must be in now. at least she's keeping it under wraps... FOR NOW.-

KARKAT: =surprise it's him not-security-dude=

KANKRI: -From where he is he suddenly gets the feeling that John should calm down.-

DAVENFORTH: -Messages Derek: "Way to not fuck up 👍" -

KARKAT: =hes here to welcome and also punch=

JOHN: -BUT HE'S SO EXCITED.-

DAVE: -you're always secure in my heart karkat-

JAMES: -stern and gentle hand on his Auntie. Please have a cookie.-

MEULIN: -Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and following Dave! She's trying to make a special effort to be quiet.-

ROSE: -A little bit of a stumbling stagger, squinting at all the lights still, but she's out of her office and TRYING to breathe. It's a really bad time to have a whole bunch of migraines, but she'll deal for now.- REDGLARE: -HERE FOR APPEARANCE PURPOSES of course. She's resting on her staff and waiting by the docking bay.-

JOHN: -HE WANTS OFF THE SHIP RIGHT NOW. Hovers near Rose.-

VRISKA: -BOOOOOOOORING-

DEREK: -responds back like Thanks my guy. 👍-

JOLENE: -pets james' hand vigorously... then nibbles a cookie.- :I

ROXANNE: -She is also heading for the docking bay, her services may not be required but do you know how long its been since she has even seen a glimpse of her home planet? Too damn long, she will take what she can get by watching from inside the dockingbay.-

MEULIN: -Watches the docking bay slide open. Exciting...-

DIRK: -NOBODY IS LEAVING THIS SHIP JOHN DON'T SCAMPER OFF-

DIRK: -HE'LL FOOTBALL TACKLE YOU ONTO THIS BASEBALL DIAMOND-

DIRK: -and he'll love it. sports.-

QIRIN: =wrong sport, dirk=

DIRK: -no?-

JOHN: -WHATEVER DIRK, YOU'RE NOT HIS DAD. he's being good for now though and just rocking on his heels.-

QIRIN: =YES=

JOHN: -he's got all the medical equipment you could ever want ready in his sylladex.-

RILEY: -this is hells of nervewracking. she didn't think she would be nervous, but here she is, waiting outside the docking bay behind everyone else. she just wants to make sure she's alive and breathing, then she can leave her alone for a little while-

ROSE: -twists the cap off an aspirin bottle, spilling a few pills into her palm and swallowing them dry.-

DIRK: -makes his way to the docking bay just to see them in and give more direct orders in case SOMETHING goes wrong, which he can't help feeling it will.-

TEREZI: =BLECH=

ROXY: =Is Rose around her? She's gettin EYEBALLED=

QIRIN: =these kids..=

ROSE: -ALMOST CERTAINLY NOt-

JOHN: -Takes a break from being excited about being on a baseball diamond he played at as a kid and HAS A CONCERN AT ROSE.- hey, you ok?

[At first, there's the distant sound of a rumbling engine, but it doesn't stay distant for long. It's getting pretty loud pretty rapidly.]

PENNY: -HERE COMES A CAR, otherwise known as a scuttlebuggy, and there's none other than a feisty redhead behind the wheel. Crammed in the car with her is a few too many people, and on top of it is... well.-

JAMISON: =CAR SURFING, barechested with homemade screw/nail grenanades. A potato-zooka strapped to his back and a modified nail gun in each hand=

ROSE: Yes.

ROSE: In most of the important ways, yes, I am fine.

ROSE: My head is not terribly pleased with me for existing, but we've had these kind of disagreements before.

DIRK: ... -looks into the fucking camera-

JOHN: :/ hey are you sure you're up to this? you should stay behind if you're ill.

DAVE: -wow-

REDGLARE: >;| -AT THIS SIGHT-

JOHN: -gdi-

ROSE: I'm sure.

ROSE: I've been looking forward to this, as twisted as it sounds.

PENNY: -BROOM BROOM I'M IN ME OWN CAR. She doesn't seem to be stopping for anything. She's gonna drive this car right into the docking bay!!!!-

ROSE: I want to meet them.

ROSE: I've been speaking to Jane for some time now.

TESSERACT: =is LORGE DOG=

TESSERACT: =His head is stuck out the window, tongue lolling with a huge doggy grin!=

JUDE: -A VERY FRAZZLED MAN IS IN THE PASSENGER'S SIDE. he's holding on tight to the dashboard while also looking around everywhere. in front of them, behind them-- and when he looks back oh god THEY'RE GOING IN.-

ROXANNE: -Those are some sweet driving skills.-

JAMISON: TALLY-HO! GANG WAY!

DIRK: Jesus Christ--

DIRK: -side steps...-

DIRK: -more crazy ass family-

RILEY: -that's definitely piper driving-

JAKE: - :D from the engineering labs if he were here. It's a family reunion...-

JOHN: -it's a puppy-

REDGLARE: -of course they are. OF COURSE YOU ARE. She's just gonna FLY UP INTO THE AIR-

JOEY: =she's halfway out the same window, just feeling the wind rush through her hair, waving at those they pass by like she's on a parade float=

PENNY: -TIRE SCREECHING as she nyooms this car up into the ship, hitting the brakes so they can avoid running into anything or anyone-

JOLENE: -waddles down here just in time- jamie--! ... JOLENE: >_>

ARADIA: -has been in the air since they landed. she smiles at redglare-

JOHN: -look, more mysterious relatives. he floats up, waving.- hey everybody!!!

ARADIA: -HELLO REDGLARE-

REDGLARE: ... -HI-

REDGLARE: -SHE'S JUST. GONNA LAND NOW THAT THE CAR'S INSIDE-

JAMES: -follows a shade bit more cautiously. Uncle. James disapproves of your shirtlessness. It's indecent.-

JAMISON: HUP! =as the tires screech, flies off into a front flip and STICKS the landing= ..... Would you all like to meet my kids?? :D

MEULIN: (=ﾟ･ﾟ=) ... -jesus-

JUDE: -leaning heavily against the door, he opens it and just.. spills out onto the floor.-

JOHN: -lol-

JAMES: ...OH.

DAVE: -slow claps-

JUDE: -a pile of awkward gangly limbs.-

JOHN: -hovers near Dad- :O

JOEY: =doesnt even bother with the door. She's crawling out!=

TESSERACT: =no me first!=

PENNY: -puts the car in park and turns it off, opening her door up and stepping out so she can flip her hair and huff.- WOOOOO.

JAMISON: Awwww brighten up Jude the Dude! =lifts Jude=

RILEY: -aaaaaaand yep. that's her.-

JUDE: hhhhh... -HOISTED, then looks around wildly. WHO ARE ALL YOU PEOPLE.-

JOEY: =trolls of course! psh!=

ROXANNE: -Your new forever neighbors probably, jude.-

JAMISON: =Also helps Joey out the window= Jojo look!!!!

JUDE: -I WONT HESITATE BITCH-

JOHN: -walks right up without a second thought- hi! i'm john! can i pet your pupper?

JOEY: aunt jo!! :'D

JAMES: -Kind of just stern, silent, and shiny eyed. ;__; Don't mind him. These were just family members James was sure were lost in the war decades ago.-

JANE: -She's squished in with a dog in the back seat, and she finally manages to crack a door open and step out, looking a fair bit disgruntled. Hello, she's a familiar face...-

TESSERACT: =tackles john right to the floor, licking his face in slobbery kisses=

JOLENE: -HOBBLES OVER TO THE FAMILY- joey!! jude!! -crashes into the lot of them with a big hug-

JAMISON: =Hauls around Jane too, ALL THESE KIDS=

JOHN: -YESSSSSS. Much hoo haing and petting as his face is kissed.-

ROXANNE: -Oh wait is james okay, shes gonna be looking at him with his misty eye thing happening.-

DAVE: -none of their family's reunions were ever anything like this. it's so...happy. and welcomed.-

PENNY: -grinning a little at the family reunions... her eyes aren't wandering.-

JOEY: =just hugging her auntie so tightly!!!=

JANE: Oof--!?

JAMISON: =THAT'S HOW J'S DO IT=

JANE: HELLO!

JANE: Everyone!

TESSERACT: =YES, this boy likes the john human.= TESSERACT: BORF!

JOHN: aww he's so friendly! -PAT PAT PAT PAT-

JANE: Oughtn't we shut the-- door?

JAMES: -Don't look at him... But yes do. He maintains that polite distance.- JAMES: -He is also very ? about the very familiar shape of Jane in the group.-

JAMES: JANEWAY? IS THAT YOU?

TESSERACT: BORF BORF BORF!! =dancing around john=

JANE: ...

JANE: -freezes in place- ...Dad?

JOHN: -STARES AT ALL THESE...COUSINS? SIBLINGS? VAGUE FAMILY MEMBERS CURIOUSLY. eyes widen particualrily at the jane and dad interaction.-

JOHN: -still papping tesser-

JAMISON: =HE'S YELLING ABOUT BABIES AND JUST TEARS UP ALREADY, YESSS=

RILEY: -she's studying her from a distance, making mental notes of sad observations she'll stow away for later-

PENNY: -leans against her car and just casually lights up a cigarette. Those aren't banned in spaceships, right??-

DAVENFORTH: -Nope-

JAMES: YES. -now striding forward, his uncertainty be damned.- WHAT EVER WERE YOU DOING ON EARTH?

TESSERACT: =lick!=

ROSE: -She's DEFINITELY not at her best, right now, but hopefully it doesn't show at all as she tries to make her way through the group and make it to the face that is familiar. FAMILIAR TWOFOLD because she did see her once over the chat program.-

ROSE: It's—

ROSE: Good to finally meet you.

ROSE: -and then she stops, glancing at James slightly quizically.-

ROSE: I have a suspicion it should be within my nature to comprehend how this is supposed to work, and far be it for me to sully this occasion,

ROSE: But is your name sincerely Janeway? You ought to have disclosed you were named after a Star Trek character.

DIRK: -in the process of closing the hatch. it's all good.-

DAVE: -hey, that one redhead looks weirdly kind of like his mom-

JOHN: -goddamnit dad.. he laughs at that.-

JAMES: -Arguably one of the best of the series... but he digresses. Just ask what John's middle name is. Do it. It's Tiberius.-

JOHN: -Well.-

JANE: I—

JANE: -She glances at Rose, laughing incredulously, and back at who she is pretty sure is her father, eyes stinging.-

JOEY: =she wandered over to Tessie and this guy who looks strangely family.=

JOEY: hehehe hi im joey =Holds out a hand to shake=

JOEY: tesseracts a bit excitable

JOEY: sorry he squished ya

JUDE: -he's happy somewhere under all this crippling anxiety-

JOEY: =bro no=

JOHN: hey! i'm assuming we're related in some way but i don't know how yet. nice to meet you anyway though!

JAMES: THIS IS OVERWHELMING. -No... don't cry. He offers a hand out to her.- JANE.

JADE: -She's made it down here, too, tail wagging and peering around bodies to try to figure out what's going on.- hey!!

JOHN: -fist bump.-

JAMISON: =will a hairy dad smoooch do him well, hes getting one=

JOEY: =Snrk= of course JOEY: =BNPS=

DAVE: -there's jade. good. it's kind of cute seeing her so excited about this. it's really cute. he's missed it-

JAMISON: JADE!

JUDE: -HHHH-

JANE: Dad... -just sort of... stops hesitating and rushes over to SQUISH HIM IN A REFRIGERATOR-MANHANDLING HUG.-

JAMISON: COME MEET YOUR BROTHER AND SISTER!

JOEY: family is family :)

JADE: !!

JUDE: -it's her...-

JAMISON: =HE'S smiling SO WIDE, they look a bit like the kids from the photo he showed her=

JADE: oh!!! -BOOF TROTS OVER-

JOEY: =Glances up at that!= o:

JAMISON: =look at this photograph....=

JOHN: -sorry joey he gets distracted for a bit when he sees this. awww.-

JOHN: -he doesn't often see his dad like this.-

JAMES: -Is presumably LIFTED like some fragile case of a refrigerator. Horfs gently and with much indignity.- ... -and then smiles.-

JAMES: -rests a hand into her hair.-

JADE: hi!!! :D

JUDE: ... hello -finally manages to wheeze out-

JANE: -sniffs- You...'ve been here the whole time?

JADE: im jade!

JAMES: I HAVE MADE IT NO SECRET WHERE MY RETIREMENT WOULD LEAD ME, JANE. -He is confused... by happy. But concerned.- SURELY, YOU WERE AWARE.

JUDE: jude

JUDE: harley

JUDE: ... an unnecessary nugget of information to share but there it is

JOHN: -HE JUST FEELS REALLY. EMOTIONAL. This father/daughter thing in his peripheral and the fact that they just landed in his home town.-

JAMES: -putting arms around her now to lift her too.- EVERYTHING IS ALRIGHT NOW.

ROXANNE: -Shes kind of creeping from the back but she can't help but be in awe at James being so highly emotional. Not that its unwarranted, that is his kid after all. But ahhh this is what a real family reunion should look like and its beautiful to watch unfold.-

JADE: i was a harley too! but now im a strider

JAMISON: =...right that=

JADE: i guess i never really stopped being a harley though :p

JAMISON: Aww well you're still a harley!! :D YES

JOHN: -clears is throat- so uh. sorry. joey. nice to meet you and everything. wait...i already said that. pfft. i am a little bit flustered!

JADE: haha!

RILEY: -what's up roxanne i'm back here too-

ROXANNE: -Please no.-

JOEY: wow.... :D so were related to striders now? who are the striders? where are they?

ROXANNE: -Except she will glance at Riley like "You seeing this amazing shit?"-

JANE: ...Dad, no, I... -pulls away from him a little to look at him- JANE: ...-glances around at Jude, and then Rose.-

JOHN: there's one! -points at dave-

JANE: ...I... no.

JANE: I'm... not from here.

JOHN: and there's one....-points at dirk-

DAVE: -raises hand-

JOHN: and there's one. -points at riley-

DIRK: -waves-

JOHN: they're kind of like roaches.

JOHN: everywhere!

RILEY: -looks back at roxanne like bitch if you knew....-

DIRK: Y'all can't even talk.

ROXANNE: -Good thing she dont.-

DIRK: There's literally a dozen of you right in front of us.

DAVE: we dont even have that many

PENNY: -blowing out clouds of smoke. She'll figure out all this relation stuff later.-

JOHN: well now we have some competition going at least.

JOEY: =glances between Dirk and Riley= all right jade which one did you marry

DIRK: -don't look at me-

JADE: pfff that one!

JADE: -points at Dave-

RILEY: -don't look at me????-

DAVE: -raises his hand again- hey

DIRK: I'm gonna let you guys get back to that. We need to get the hell outta dodge. -absconds for the bridge-

DAELOS: -STANDING UNCOMFORTABLY NEAR THE BACK. WE'RE IN ENEMY TERRITORY. AAAA. HOW ARE THESE HUMANS NOT FREAKING OUT.-

PENNY: yeah thats the pretty one.

JOEY: =waves to dave= hi fam

JAMES: -watches her expression carefully and notes what she says. Taking a small moment to register the information. Plug it into everything he already knew versus everything there was still left to learn.- ... -Takes Jane by the cheeks and smooches the top of her head.- JAMES: THERE WILL BE TIME TO DISCUSS IT.

PENNY: -calls out helpfully-

DIRK: -daelos come with him to the bridge-

DAELOS: -oh yes of course.-

DAVE: -did you just call me pretty-

DAELOS: -follow like a good horse.-

JOHN: you are pretty dave. -MAKES KISSY FACES.-

DAVE: im beautiful shut up

JOHN: hold on a minuite. -pops between jane and dad.- hey! i think i met another version of you but we're sort of unofficially brother and sister so hello again!

JOEY: thats the spirit

JOHN: -he's excited, dancing around the group like Tesseract.-

JUDE: -he wants to correct everyone on how they're related exactly... so badly... he has a chart-

RILEY: -crosses her arms, finding the nervousness quickly shifting into some kind of sickening bitter sadness.-

JOHN: -MAKE SHIRTS!!!-

JANE: ...Yes. There will be.

JANE: -she pulls back, looking at John and Dad, but her expression has lost quite a bit of its mirth as she refocuses on John-

JANE: I'm afraid we won't have as much time.

EQUIUS: -Messaging Jake: D --> It my understanding that this is your relation we have acquired. You have my e%press permission to greet them-

JOHN: -blinks- huh?

JOEY: ?

JAMES: WHY DO YOU SAY THAT? -He would like to understand you, daughter.-

JADE: -From her spot amongst the fam, she's started growling softly-- and the tone begins to rise.-

JUDE: ... -is she growling???? -

DAVE: -looks concerned over at jade- jade

JAMISON: =Watches this with furrowed brows= .....she's not so territorial... she was excited to see you all... Jade, dear...?

ROSE: -She frowns, reaching for Jane's shoulder.- ...I... understand if this is a bit much and you need some air.

JOEY: =laughs a little nervously=

JOEY: hey...

JOEY: you okay there?

JOHN: oh yeah! don't feel pressured to mix right off the bat. i'll withold my hugs if you want.

JUDE: -territorial????? iS SHE PART DOG NOW??? guess that would explain the ears- uh

JANE: -She reaches into her sylladex, daintily extracting a bright red tiara and placing it atop her head.-

JANE: I'm sorry, Rose. But also, not really.

ARADIA: -not surprised. just watching-

JADE: -Silence. And then,- B͖̞̞̩̫̦̬̀A̳̟̬͚̝̣͔͡R̡̻K̫̪̮̘

JOHN: uh...

JOEY: 8(

JAMES: - ? Stern fatherly concern.-

ROSE: -WINCE. Some people here have PERSISTENT MIGRAINES, JADE.-

JUDE: -looks between jade and jane and his stomach just drops-

JAMISON: !!

JAMISON: Jade? =Why does he feel the strong urge to chokehold his own daughter??=

JAMISON: =Tries to pat her arm...??=

DAVE: -furrows his eyebrows cuz that sounded funny. it's only natural that he go to her. something was really wrong- yo jade

JAMISON: =THERE THERE???=

RILEY: -UH?????-

JOHN: -looks back and forth between jade and jane, with a growing sense of unease.-

JOEY: =her first instinct is to glance over at Jude and the look on his face begins to damage her calm=

JUDE: dad, don't!

JUDE: everyone stay away from them!! -PANICKING. MIGHT VERY WELL PULL A PIECE OUT ON HIS HALF SISTER.-

TESSERACT: =actually WHINES and begins to back away=

TESSERACT: =tail is now tucked between his legs=

JAMISON: =FOR ONCE ABOUT GUNS= Whoa there... jude? Jude no... are... what are you... =Looks back at Jade=

JADE: -She looks up, ears twitching, and her entire body now is sparking -- not unlike before, but ten times more powerful, enough to raise the hairs of anyone around her. She snaps her head to Jude when he cries out, reaching out a hand, and there's a powerful surge of energy that suddenly seems to swallow them up.-

JAMISON: WHAT THE FRIG-CRIMINY FUDGE BASKET!?!?? =Tries to huddle the childrens protectively from..... the child....singular????=

JAMES: -Oh jiminy no. Whatever this terrible energy is, James is attempting to shield John and Jane from it. Regardless of anything else.-

JOEY: =tries jumping in front of her brother because that's HER BROTHER=

DAVE: -tries to yell as she does that- JADE

JADE: -Any attempts they make to hide are, unfortunately, in vain. One after another, everyone finds themselves vaulted through space in a flash of blinding green and warping surroundings, all very disorienting until almost everyone on the ship is elsewhere.-

ROXY: =Rude....=

ROXANNE: -Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm fuck-

JOEY: =instinctively grabs Jude's hand=

JOHN: - Manages you yell- dad!!! and that's all he gets to do before he's swept away who knows where. -

TEREZI: =she was still on the bridge at the time and yes...yes it was super disorienting. Thank you Jade.=

REDGLARE: -She's in the process of attacking when she disappears. She doesn't have long at all-- maybe she'd hesitate, plead, try something else if she were in a different state, but it already seems hopeless. Dangerous. She disappears before she can get close enough to attack Jade. She'll have to unpack the consequences of that impulse another day, it seems.-