#and Purple's probably got his own adoptive kid or another

[quibbs126]

Okay so I ended up actually finishing off this page today

So do you remember when I talked about wanting to make Legally Distinct Transformers sometime after watching Transformers One like 2 weeks ago? Well I actually did start trying to make their designs afterwards, but then I ended up losing interest. But then listening to the Transformers Prime theme song on loop got my brain a-thinking about these guys again, so I went back and tried to at least make some of the designs in my head

Right now this is what I have in mind for their designs. The basics are that they have solid eye colors (I just shaded them like CRK to give them some more life), skin that's at least the color of metal, which tends to be grey but can be other colors as seen, and also hair. Maybe hair doesn't make the most sense, especially considering they are still supposed to be made of metal, even if it is living and malleable, but listen. When I was originally internally thinking of designs for these guys, golden guy there specifically had long, wavy, luscious golden locks, and I had to keep that. So they have hair now. Also pointy ears because why not

They also have those square cores in the middle that are the same color as their eyes, which is basically supposed to be like their heart/power source

As mentioned, they are still metal alien things like Transformers, and they still have transforming capabilities. I don't know what specifically they transform into though, at least as some sort of alternate mode. They can just transmute their metal at will into other things, like weapons if they so choose. Also most of their world is also made of living metal, so with some reformatting they can turn anything into a weapon or some other object, including severed limbs

So far, I really don't feel like I've gotten distinct enough with these guys, both in design and concept. Also their designs just aren't really that unique or special in any way, just in general. But I don't know, I don't really know what to do with these guys design wise. I think you people know I never really get too weird with my designs, at least not now. It's pretty much just humans and mostly human looking beings. I know I need to get out of that more but I just don't know how

I also want to give them clothes in some way, but I don't know what to do on that front either. They're all naked right now, but that doesn't really mean anything here since they don't really have private parts. At least not yet anyways. I'm not giving them boobs or anything though. But yeah, they maybe wear clothes, mostly because I don't know how else to make them distinct, but I don't know what kind of clothes to give them

Something I'm realizing is with the Transformers, generally what makes them the most distinct is their head/helmet design, as well as what's around their body that's part of their alternate mode. But since I don't really know what I'm doing with these guys, I don't know how to incorporate that

I don't know, I think I should move on to a different topic, I'm just repeating myself on the design front. I don't know what I'm doing and I am not skilled enough to make these guys anything exceptional, even if my brain wants to do stuff with them

I guess we can talk about character stuff? Though granted, we still only have one character named, that being (tentatively) Howler, whom I'll mention later

I've mentioned this before, but basically as a refresher, Purple and Gold here are fighting a civil war, after their people had an uprising against the previous tyrannical leader

Basically the story I have right now is that the two started out very close, at some point joining against the ruling class to elicit change and revolution for their people. Also, they were in fact, gay and in love. But then during one encounter, likely after saving Purple, Gold gets captured by their enemy and basically left to be tortured and die in some horrible punishment place they have or something. I haven't fleshed out the details of this place yet. But it did lead to him getting horribly mutilated with his eye being ripped out and by the end of it, half of his face being basically gone and ripped apart. I have this very distinct vision of him having this red line (same color as his eye) going all the way from the top of his head to at least his neck. Meanwhile, Purple and their other allies tried to get him back but failed, and they rallied more forces and eventually lead an assault on the ruling class in revolution

This is also where Gold came back, having basically done the impossible of surviving that place he got sent to, and also bringing other survivors from there to basically be the cavalry and the two both working together to defeat their tyrannical leader

But they differed when left to decide what to do after, and how do deal with the ruler, Gold's experiences making him more ruthless, leading him to personally execute their former ruler and have some sort of altercation that left Purple with his arm now gone. His yellow one is a replacement he got sometime after this fight

This event sparked the creation of the two sides of this new civil war, with both disagreeing on how they deal with the rest of the ruling class and the structure of the government going forward. But also, for Purple and Gold, who are either the leaders of the movements or people with high standing in both sides, the conflict is very personal, since they both feel personally betrayed by the other

So yeah, basically Transformers, particularly One

I really need to work on making them more distinct from Transformers, I really do. I know I eventually was able to do that with Ralia, but that was over the course of at least two years, and was when I was in junior high, aka I had a lot less responsibilities, and I actually had creative juices back then as opposed to the constant drought of nowadays. Also my attention span is even lower, and I'll probably forget these guys yet again before I do anything meaningful

But anyways, I guess we talk about the last person here, aka Howler?

To be honest I don't entirely know what her name means. I think in my brain she was originally Sparrow or Raven, but then I wanted to change it, and so my brain thought Nightshade, then Night Howler (like from Zootopia), which then just got shortened to Howler. But it's a name, so I'll take it

Note that Purple and Gold are not the characters' actual names, they're just placeholders because I don't have any for them

Basically Howler's whole deal is that she suspiciously looks like Purple and Gold's love child. She's on Gold's side of the war, and is a younger member who's quick and good with knives. Gold also does treat her nicely, though they never refer to each other by a familial connection, but also Gold isn't evil like Megatron is supposed to be, and he's not horrible to the people who serve under him, unless he just doesn't like them. She is also supposed to be young enough that she was born after the war has started, although very early on in its timeframe

In my brain, because it's also for some reason an actual series someone watches, Howler's relation to the two is supposed to be something people commonly theorize/headcanon, but at least at the beginning of the story, isn't outright stated, and I've left it semi-ambiguous in my mind. But I think I'm going with the idea that yes, she is

Also the specific setup is that Purple isn't aware of their relation and Howler maybe hasn't specifically been told of Purple's relation to her, because Gold was the one that had her and this was not that long after their split, so emotions were kind of running high for him and he didn't feel like doing that out of spite

Also don't ask me how they reproduce. I guess it's sexually based on Howler, but I'm not sure I want to think about the whole process of it. They're made of metal, but it's also supposed to be living metal or some sort of metal-like alien substance, so they have some amount of organic-ness to them. But gender doesn't matter with them, or at the very least their concept of gender is different than ours and lets this be a thing

I'm not sure I have much else to talk about, so I guess I'm done here. I just wanted to talk about these guys I suppose. I like them and I want to do more with them, but I struggle with drawing them, or at least making designs of them that aren't just really boring and uninspired

[charlietheepicwriter7]

V The Ghost in the Manor

Dick Grayson V Gotham - Chapter 4

Danny was not lost. He was… momentarily disposed. 

It certainly wasn’t his fault. All the halls looked the same, with walls covered in paintings and a red runner down each hallway. At least he knew he was on the second floor–peeking out a window showed a garden that he did not see from the entrance, so maybe he was in the back of the house? 

Reasonably, he could probably yell for help. He’d only run off ten minutes ago, and there had to be someone around to hear him. Even if it was only the ghost. 

But considering he’d been tracking the ghost with no sign of them yet, he didn’t think that likely. 

He wasn’t sure about it at first. There’d been no trace of a haunting when he arrived, but the sensation of a ghost–a tickle in the back of his throat, like a cough that refused to come–got stronger and stronger as breakfast concluded. It wasn’t attached to the building. Even as weak as Danny was, he’d still be able to sense a proper haunt, so that meant there was a free-roaming spirit loose in the building. And it felt a lot stronger than a Shade. 

Danny cracked open a door to see another library. In his search, he’d moved past the bedroom area and onto the business-related rooms. There had been multiple libraries, and earlier he’d found a room with multiple computer monitors on desks covered in snack residue; Tim’s room, he presumed, and didn’t touch it. But as he looked further into the manor, the stronger the ghost felt. He was getting close. 

He wished they’d just show themselves. He wanted to go back to working on Tim’s case. 

At the end of the hallway he found a grand study. Danny wrinkled his nose. All dark hardwood and beige, the room was centered around the giant desk facing towards the door, a computer chair tucked underneath with a window behind it. At least there was a computer on the desk, with a sleek and modern monitor. 

Passing the grandfather clock, Danny hoisted himself up into the chair when suddenly, a cold puff of air escaped his mouth and a voice behind him said, “Wow, burglars are getting smaller and smaller every year.”

Danny swiveled the chair around. Leaning against the window was the ghost, far more colorful and substantial than any of the Shades or Wraiths he’d gotten used to seeing. Her skin was a light blue with black freckles and her hair was a firey purple that flowed out from under her hood. She was wearing a superhero outfit–jumpsuit, utility belt, boots, cape, and hood–comprised of white, ectoplasm green, and hints of yellow, with a white neck gaiter over her mouth and throat, and a green bat over her heart. Her eyes glowed bright yellow. 

She was a hero. She was a Phantom. She was a ghost hero.

Danny wanted to be sick. 

“You can see me,” she realized. She crouched down in front of him, their gaze never breaking. “You can see me.”

“No shit, Sherlock,” Danny spat, tramping down his own instinctive urge to cry. Stupid, worthless baby body, this was not the time! “Why don’t you take your sterling silver deduction and shove it up your ass.”

She reared back. “Whoa, kid, you kiss your mom with that mouth?”

“Ain’t interested in necrophilia, hoe-bag, sorry you can’t get your rocks off.” He swiveled back around. He didn’t want to look at the dead teenager. It hit too close to home.

Laughing, Danny felt her drape herself across the back of his chair. “Holy shit, kid. Bruce really keeps adopting them crazier and crazier.”

“Who the fuck said I was that bastard’s kid?” Danny wiggled the computer mouse and the monitor immediately woke up to the home screen. “He doesn’t even have a password,” Danny said, shocked. 

The hero peeked over his shoulder. “If you’re not Bruce’s kid, then you’re a thief. And Brucie probably didn’t think he needed to defend against corporate espionage in his own home, little baby thief. He’s not too bright.”

“I’m not a thief,” he grumbled as he clicked on Bing. There were no other search engines on the computer, not even Google. That, more than anything, is what convinced Danny that Bruce Wayne was secretly a monster. “I’m just living here for a few weeks, that’s all.”

He typed “Bruce Wayne Wikipedia” into the search bar and started reading. 

“So you are Brucie’s kid!” The ghost concluded, snapping her fingers. “Or his ward, at least. Come on, squirt, there’s no reason to lie to your pal, Spoiler–”

“Not his kid,” Danny hissed, his voice warbling and resonating with the ectoplasm of the room. Wayne had a wiki page a mile long. The majority of it was compiled under the label Scandels. “Dick’s”

She laughed. “You’re Dick’s kid!? God, out of all B’s kids to inherit his adoption thingy, I didn’t expect Dick of all people.” 

Danny looked up from the computer. He’d only just gotten to Wayne’s Guardianship over Dick. “You say that like he’s got more than two.” Dick and Tim. “Does he have more?”

Spoiler shook her head, chuckling. “You haven’t met Bruce’s daughter yet, have you? And then there’s all the kids he hasn’t adopted. Wayne loves kids.”

 “...In a weird way, or…?”

“Normal way! He loves kids the normal way!” She laughed again. “Geeze, kid, you’re a riot. What’s your deal, anyway? You a medium?”

“Something like that. I work as one, at least.” He said with a shrug. “Why are you hanging around the Waynes? Were you investigating him when you died?”

“Nah, just doing my regular patrols. Nothing else I can really do. Ghost on ghost crime is at an all-time low.” She sighed. “The name’s Spoiler, by the way.”

“You can call me Danny.” He stopped reading for a second before turning the chair around so he could look at her. “Is there anything I can help you with? Unfinished business, arresting your murderer, messages to loved ones?”

“Is that what you normally do as a medium?”

“Sometimes. Sometimes I fake seances to scam stupid people out of their money. Not everyone comes back as a ghost, but a lot of people feel entitled to the dead’s time, and I still need to eat.” 

“And you just automatically assumed I was murdered just because I’m a ghost? I’m mean, you’re right, but I’m pretty sure that’s stereotyping, punk.” She leaned back against the window, crossing her arms. 

“I’m sorry. I’d assumed that because you’re a hero, not because you’re a ghost. You don’t have to tell me anything more about your death; I know how much that hurts.”

Spoiler studied him for a moment. “You’re a good kid. Dick got lucky with that.”

Danny opened his mouth to respond, but his ears pricked. Someone was walking down the hall. Danny quickly closed out of the wiki page and searched for “ice cream near me.”

Dick poked his head in. “There you are! I was worried you’d squireled yourself away in… somewhere you weren’t supposed to go.” Danny cocked his eyebrow, and Dick rubbed the back of his neck. “Bruce has some… adult things lying around that I don’t want you to get an eyeful of.”

How incredibly suspicious. Dick was clearly protecting Wayne out of love for him. In a deadpan voice, Danny said, “you don’t have to worry; I already found Wayne’s sex dungeon.”

An incredulous laugh escaped Dick as Spoiler howled with laughter. Danny did his best to tune her out as Dick walked around to his side of the desk. He rustled Danny’s hair. “You really intend to make me get you ice cream? After all those reporters this morning? You’re cruel, kiddo.”

Danny shrugged. “We can go in disguise. And Tim’s coming with us, so while they’ll be looking for a group of two, we’ll be a group of three.”

He cocked an eyebrow. “He is? I don’t recall inviting Tim.”

“Tim’s lonely.” Smart or not, Tim still willingly spent over an hour voluntarily hanging out with an 8-year-old. Danny couldn’t imagine doing the same when he was Tim’s age. “You really so cheap that you can’t treat your brother to some ice cream?”

“Cold-blooded,” Spoiler scolded, unheard by Dick but unwilling to be left out of the conversation. “Honestly, Dick, I am ashamed.” 

“So ashamed,” Danny agreed. Dick shot him a confused look. “Tim would cry if he heard you say that. Do you want Tim to cry?”

“I think he wants Tim to cry!” Spoiler gasped. 

“Stop!” Dick held up his hand. “Danny. Is there a ghost in the room?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy.”

“It’s ‘weather man-’ You know what? It’s not worth arguing. Danny, I thought we had a deal; you need to tell me whenever there’s a ghost in a room, understand?” Danny scoffed. Dick pressed on, “Do you understand?”

“It’s a stupid rule.”

“It’s an important rule,” Dick countered. “I can’t protect you from ghosts, and they can hurt you, Danny. Not every ghost is a good person.”

Danny rubbed a scar on his arm, a souvenir from a particularly nasty poltergeist he’d tried to deal with on his own. Dick had a matching scar on his back from stray glass; he’d found Danny in the middle of the storm and dragged him to safety. Then gave him a two hour lecture about handling things on his own and that Danny was only a child while Dick had years of experience and blah, blah, blah. Danny refused to admit that Dick had a point–he was 18 in mind, if not body, and he’d dealt with infinitely more dangerous ghosts than one barely material poltergeist. Just because he didn’t have most of his powers didn’t mean he was useless! 

“...There’s a ghost,” Danny admitted. “But she’s just passing through; this isn’t even her haunt.” 

“And does she need help?”

Danny looked at Spoiler. His offer from before had never been answered. She shook her head, looking genuinely regretful. “I’m good for now, kid. My murderer is way above your paygrade, and the Bats are already gunning for him.”

“She’s fine, just chilling. Can we go get ice cream now?”

“It’s still–” Dick checked his phone– “9:30 in the morning, kiddo. We’ll go after lunch though. Now!” He clapped his hands together. “I came up here to get you. The detectives finally got to Mrs. Bennett’s apartment and we set up a video call for you to consult with them.” 

“Really!?” Jumping up from the chair, Danny rushed to the door, almost falling flat on his face. “What are we waiting for!? Her son-in-law is going to get away with it if we don’t hurry! Come on, Dick!”

“Wait! Danny, you don’t know where you’re going, come back!”

“Then come on!”

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[mossy123302]

This is going more pissa (romantic, correct?) and might have some...implied nsfw....?

My thoughts is very scrambled, and I have so much to say.

I always think about Origins!Smp Philza meeting Q! Missa...

Missa who probably got lost during his way back in his travels of finding Q! Philza a gift! Missa is determined to find the right one, to show how much Philza means to him and that he deserves something better....

But, uh, Missa wasn't currently sure where he was and now he's upset, not angry, but upset... How is he supposed to find the greatest gift, a treasure when he cannot even find his way back home! How?! He was on the right trail and still got horribly lost...He should have just brought a map and compass with him, but he didn't because he was confident with himself that he would find his way back. He always found his way back one way or another, even if it took much longer...but while he tries to find his way back, he'll just keep looking for a good gift for Philza

....

Missa, who, stops in his track when he sees two large familiar wings. Oh, ohhhh, oh lady death spare him, because apparently he was never lost at all?? Philza is here??? RIGHT HERE AND HE DOESN'T HAVE A GIFT- DIOS MIO

Missa was just ready to cry right there and decided he was just gonna have to make up whatever lie and present he has in his backpack, he lost his backpack

Missa was too distracted, muttering and quietly sobbing to himself that he wasn't aware that Philza already noticed his presence.

Well... O! Philza, to be more exact, who immediately noticed a new presence in his territory..his home.... He was curious to see what this new person was, and what bravery they had to be so willing to enter and well.... He wasn't sure what to make of this strange fella who wore a skeleton mask, and dressed in purple and blue with a few chains that seemed to be connected around his neck to his armor shoulder, with another skeleton over it as decoration...

O! Philza is a little disappointed, but he doesn't think this new stranger would have anything good for him...he looks... pitiful and pathetic like some wet cat.

O! Philza was about to leave until suddenly Missa called out for him and he almost tripped over his own feet, because how does this stranger know his name—

Annndd why is he crying— Oh Lady Death help him-

Missa tried to be brave, help him, he tried but he immediately broke down crying because he honestly didn't know what to say or offer as an apology gift, so all he could do was give a sorry lame apology to Philza for not being around and letting him take care of their two beautiful eggs/children all by himself

It took a minute for O! Philza to process and awkwardly stop Missa that he genuinely has no idea who he is or why he is here and that they don't have no kids and if he's gone insane— (O! Philza has standards, thank you very much- While Missa is very cute in his opinion, he doesn't plan on having anymore children nor does he recall ever adopting. Who the heck is Chayanne and Tallulah)

After some awkward conversation, O! Philza did finally offer Missa to stay at a nearby village until he can figure out how to...get him back to Quesadilla Island, back to his Philza and his kids. Missa is forever grateful to this weird other version of his platonic husband, and decided he'd lighten up the village as a thank you!

....How does one lighten up a village anyways?

..Missa will figure it out.

Missa itches every little instinct in O! Philza, and it's such a curse and blessing. The way Missa screams, and immediately clings to O! Philza without any hesitance, crying for him to save him.

The way Missa found some bravery in him to finally ask if he could preen his wings, because gods, he knows how important wings are to them and he wasn't gonna let O! Philza walk around, with dirty wings, like that any longer. He was so gentle as he tended to every feather and even as an extra bonus, he gave a massage to O! Philza and his wings as well!

Missa, in O! Philza opinion, is a god send...

Missa is super attentive, makes delicious meals that he's never heard of before and most of all, despite being weak, he still tries and is willing to put himself out there if it means his family and friends were safe. O! Philza may have...purposely stopped searching for a way to send Missa back and instead send Missa further and deeper into the forest...deeper where no one can find him.

Further away from civilization. O! Philza wanted to be the one to save him each time, to be the only one he speaks with... But Missa already has a home, his own Philza and kids.

That burned deep in O! Philza brain. Missa wasn't mated, as far as he can tell, there's no bite mark, no scent or anything (Though it could be because Missa has been traveling so the scent must have worn off), and yet he has kids! Literal actual children they take care of and takes after those two...

Now O! Philza loves kids, don't get him wrong, but even he doesn't know where Missa came from and as far as he can tell, someone must have purposely dropped Missa here without telling anyone and now he's just stuck here, so oh well.

But Missa never stops talking about them....He doesn't stop. He talks and talks about them, and O! Philza wonders how red Missa's face will get if he kisses him to shut him up.

Will Missa quiet down if he gave Missa kids?

O! Philza isn't quite sure of what anatomy Missa has, but he knows Missa isn't human at all to some degree, so it's possible...he could....

The idea of Missa being— He's getting distracted. He could just fetch some other fledglings from another nest, but...he knows it won't quiet Missa for long. It's not his biological ones, not the real ones but...

...Hm.

Mm.

O! Philza might not be so against the idea after all of Missa entering his nest. It has been awfully quiet and empty anyways...

[wario-speedwagon]

Dave and Old Sport Adopt a Kid: Chapter 7

And so I return with another chapter! This one's a bit less chaotic and more so just wholesome and introspective on our child, "Pruny." Full chapter is under the cut, and also some more amazing fanart at the end, too, this time by Fyreon! I hope you enjoy! <3

Chapter 1 Chapter 6

Chapter 7

“Aaand there!” Dave triumphantly declared as he lifted off Pruny’s penultimate shirt until just her new lavender polka dotted pajama top remained. “Feels much better, don’t it?”

The small girl nodded up at the purple man–Dave–who was sitting next to her in the back seat.  It was admittedly easier in some ways to interact with Dave since his voice was so loud she didn’t always have to rely on lipreading as much to understand him. On the other hand, his loud personality was a lot for her, but she didn’t terribly mind. 

She could tell she was ready to fall asleep soon, as she was getting too tired to maintain eye contact anymore, and the man was still chit-chatting away with her, more than she had the energy to keep up with, so she started to tune him out.

Today had been a nonstop roller coaster of many different emotions. She hadn’t experienced so much excitement in a long time. 

…

Probably not since she had to leave her old home… It must have been close to a year ago by now…

She found herself wondering how some of her friends–if she could be so bold as to call them that–were doing…

Her friend Izzy who didn't mind hanging out with her in the orphanage… and the other ones who at least didn’t make her time there worse…

Friends who she left behind… But that’s just how it went there: people came and went all the time there. It’s just that her turn to go wasn’t as… happy as the others’...

Ah well. She really needed to stop bringing that to mind so much when it’s behind her now…

…

So she thought more about her time on the streets instead; about that cool older kid on a nearby street who sometimes shared their makeup, even taught her to hide her skin tone to blend in more. She sometimes saw glimpses of purple shades on the edges of their skin, and unless it was some strange aesthetic technique, she wondered if they were maybe like her under their own makeup. Was that too much to hope for? But Dave showed her she really wasn’t alone.

But that kid… despite wanting to, she never managed to find the words to ask their name. Or even their gender at that, which she’d never been sure about. 

She realized she never got to tell them her name either…

…Or there was that sweet, older man who always offered her one of his bakery goods that he just bought—she was sure that he must have always made sure to buy something extra just for her, and she didn't know why he thought she deserved it.

He'll have to keep her treat for tomorrow. Or maybe for a while… if she doesn’t ever see him again…

Was all of this going to be some permanent change?

…

Truthfully, she hoped so.

…

Nudging herself back awake, she glanced to her left at Dave and noticed he wasn't rambling anymore, but blankly looking ahead in her general direction off in the distance, as if contemplating something. But as she turned to look directly at him, his eyes quickly met hers and a smile returned to his face again as he began to speak again, more softly this time as she lip read:

“Y'know kid, I really hope this all works out for us.”

An indescribable feeling of relief falling over her, she found herself agreeing.

Is this how those other kids felt? The ones who left?

Dave slumped himself back against the car seat, arms crossed. He let out a rather loud yawn, one that brought attention to her own tiredness as she also rested her head against the door window.

“Now what is that tangerine up to, making us wait so long?”

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Jack finally exited the closing store with everything he needed–well more specifically, what she needed of course, but it took a hot second to not only find what was needed but to also budget-puzzle what he could manage to afford, what was necessary, what could wait a bit, what he could discreetly slip into a pocket…

He knew this was all probably going overboard for a girl that was only staying no more than a night or two hopefully, but hey, she could use the stuff on her own once she's taken under better care. She was a good kid.

Though Jack didn't care for how his mind was mentally preparing for a long term stay, because it wasn't happening. He just had to find a way to not have her end up back on the streets either.

*sigh*

Finally approaching his car, Jack opened the driver's seat door and threw the bags over into the empty passenger seat. Empty, huh? Evidently no one claimed shotgun. And as he was about to address his guests in the back, Jack promptly ate his words when he noticed the two of them were fast asleep in the back. Frankly Jack was both impressed and glad for a more quiet drive home like he was used to. So he opened the car door carefully and tried not to wake them as he not-so-quietly proceeded to boot up his piece of junk car for home.

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When the soothing rumbling stopped, Violet woke up to a disorienting sweeping motion, but she was still too tired to bother opening her eyes more than a slit. She knew she was being carried bridal style, and glancing up, the fuzzy purple hued figure towering over her was enough to tell her it was Dave carrying her. She felt the cold night air around her, and then the muffled thud of car doors closing behind them, the movement of Dave walking-

When light started to surround them, she buried her face in Dave's chest to keep sweet darkness as the two men discussed something quietly which she hardly had the energy to begin trying to hear and decipher.

…She then felt herself being let down onto what was probably a sofa? A quick squinted glance confirmed her surroundings to be Jack's living room before she quickly blocked out the harsh light again and buried her face into the couch. Violet was committed to her comfortable act of being asleep, but since being lifted from her sleep in the car, her mind was awake again.

The room suddenly flicked dim as a lamp must have been turned off with only the further kitchen light spilling in, and their muffled voices grew more distant. Violet was finally left with her thoughts, and today gave her much to think about. Suddenly falling in with these two guys: was it even safe? Was it a good idea? Why did they want her? Or, well at least the purple one did, though the orange one seemed nice, except for that knife from the beginning… 

She didn’t know what to make of either of them. She didn't understand them. Who they were, what they're about, or even what kind of people they really are. She'd not been out in the streets for more than a year or so, but even so, she quickly learned the importance of following her gut instinct around new people.

And that's what perplexed her: there was something… genuine about them. Especially the purple one. And he really was purple, without a doubt! She couldn’t help but be interested and perhaps excited just by that alone. Was he really also like her? Maybe that's why she felt at ease around him, just the natural kinship of finally not being alone…

The orange one, though, she could tell from his shoddy job that his orange-ness wasn't natural; definitely makeup. She couldn't think of a reason why someone would go out of his way to color his skin so strangely, especially when she sometimes went out of her way to hide her skin with makeup to look “normal.”

Those men were both a mystery that she admittedly wanted to get to know better… But she was a mystery to them too. They don't even know her actual name; they'd just given her a name when she failed to volunteer her own. Although it was a strange name, she didn't entirely hate it. Pruny… She’d been called worse before, or at least names that felt worse considering the way they said those “nicknames.” This one honestly felt nice, no matter how strange it–or the people using it–were.

One day, though… she hoped that she'd be able to tell them the name Violet.

…That is, if there will be more days for her to keep trying. For now, though, the couch was the comfiest night she'd had in months. She didn’t even notice when the blanket had been placed over her.

(Chapter 8) ->

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FANART! <3

Huge thanks to @fyreonfnaf for this adorable art of Pruny and her first words- er, word!! It's so freakin cute!

And thanks to everyone as always for the continued support!

[blackypanther9]

How the whole Madness started… - Dad!William x Son!Reader

Yes, I made a prequel to "Dad...? - Dad!William x Son!Reader". Still Inspired by the Glitched Attraction. I wanted to give you more background story about the Reader and what he went through.

WARNING!: Blood&Gore, Reader is Dexter, mentions of deaths, Reader has anxieties, Reader is auditory hypersensitive (He panics by loud noises), cursing, sadness AND MORE ! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED !!!

What many may not know was that Dexter was an adopted child. He was adopted as he was only 3 months of age in the Orphanage and even though he knew he wasn’t related to anyone by blood, he saw them as his own Family. Michael was the only one who didn’t really like him and that probably never changed.

It was the 30th of August 1983, a few days before Evan’s Birthday, which was the 5th of October. Dexter was still in school, learning Spanish and handcraft, while Michael was already out of school and was supposed to watch Evan and Lizzy, while their Father, William Afton, talked with Henry about something important, concerning the Funtime Animatronics at Circus Baby’s Entertainment and Rentals.

William didn’t favor any of his kids, he loved them all equally. But he had to admit that he saw a very bright future for Dexter. The boy was helping in the house wherever he could and he took so many extra lessons to learn a lot, that he was barely home. He was an excellent student too, with all these extra lessons, William thought that Dexter would never get homework done, but he mostly already finished them in school or got a few days longer from his teachers.

He got the best grades and the only thing he was not so good in was sport. William wasn’t mad about it that he had a four in sport. Not everyone can be good in everything and not everyone is fit for sport.

Michael was also a very clever boy, but he never shows it. He brought a lot of F’s home and the only good grades he got was in History and sport. Elizabeth was still in Kindergarten and Evan was very good and clever in his classes in school. The only thing that made William angry was that Evan got bullied a lot, mostly from Michael himself.

As William was done chatting with Henry, he came back and only saw Evan and Michael, but not Lizzy.

“Where is Elizabeth, Mike ?”, William asked.

Evan looked traumatized, while Michael shrugged his shoulders.

“She said she needs to pee, so I let her go to the Bathroom.”

Evan didn’t say anything.

“Then we will wait.”, William said.

And so…they waited. They waited 30 minutes and William promised to collect Dexter in 15 minutes. Something was wrong and so William went to the Bathroom for girls and looked around, even called her name…she never replied. He panicked and ran to Michael.

“Elizabeth isn’t there. Help me search her.”, he told his Son and Mike instantly searched with him.

They couldn’t find her and William was 2 hours too late to get Dexter from school. Henry made a missing report in the building and William drove off with Evan and Mike to get Dexter.

Dexter sat on the sidewalk of the school, scared that his Father forgot about him. Until he saw the purple car. He got up, but instantly saw that Lizzy was missing. He put his schoolbag into the trunk of the car and then sat next to his Father in the car.

“Where is Lizzy ?”, he asked.

“She went missing in Circus Baby’s entertainment and Rentals.”, he informed him.

Dexter froze up in shock.

“What ?”, he asked softly.

“You heard me, Son… We will drive to the Police now and report her missing.”

Dexter put on the safety belt and then they drove off. He knew something was wrong with Evan, but he blamed it on his Nightmares and his lack of sleep.

After the report was done, they waited for another 24 hours, because they can only search a person when they went missing for 48 hours… Stupid ass law but who fucking cares ? In two days they could be dead already, but hey…

All they found the next day was Elizabeth’s bow. Nothing else.

William started to be a bit more distant from his kids since then and then the Birthday of Evan came. Dexter begged Michael to tell Father about it so he can actually get Mark’s Family sued, but he refused in fear of what might happen if he would tell his Father. So they did the prank, Mark forced them into.

It was the 5th of October 1983…Evan’s Birthday…

“MARK STOP IT ! FREDBEAR IS NOT SAFE FOR THAT !”, Dexter yelled as he was about to shove Evan’s head into the Animatronic’s mouth.

Mark stuck out his tongue and ignored the warning. Not even 10 seconds later Fredbear bit down and everyone was screaming in horror as Evan’s head started bleeding. Michael screamed his little Brother’s name and shoved Mark and the others out of his way, pulling him out of Fredbear’s mouth.

“EVAN ! TALK TO ME ! EVAN ?! EVAN, PLEASE !”

Mark and the others ran away and Dexter was paralyzed in utter horror. He stared at the bloody mouth of Fredbear and his head was empty, trying to process everything, while William ran over and called an ambulance and held his Son close.

“Father it was an accident, I swear ! I didn’t mean to hurt him ! We were forced to and I had no other choice ! I’m sorry !”, Michael cried out.

William pulled him into a hug, while he cried.

“It’s alright. You didn’t know this could happen.”

But that didn’t mean that William won’t punish Michael for that later, with a lot of housework, grounding and forcing him to be better in school. A very fit punishment if you asked him. And just then they both snapped their heads up and looked wildly around until they saw Dexter. Dexter was standing there, staring at the bloody mouth and screaming bloody murder.

It all caught up to his brain and now he was in a full blown panic attack. No one noticed that Springbonnie moved, until he was right next to Dexter and tried to comfort him with a hug, which Dexter instantly replied with. He held onto Springbonnie tightly and hid his face in his fur, crying and shaking.

While William thought someone was in the suit, Dexter knew better. He after all spent a lot of time with his favorite Character.

Flashback…

Dexter was six years of age and was all alone in the Arcade room, playing a game. He was sad. Michael didn’t want to play with him, his Father had no time for him and he had no friends to play and talk with. All he had was watching Fredbear and Springbonnie and the Arcade Games.

“H-hello there l-little boy…”, a voice greeted shyly.

Dexter stopped playing and turned around, facing his favorite Character, Springbonnie.

“Hey Springbonnie. I didn’t know you can roam around freely.”, the boy said with a saddened voice.

The bunny’s ears perked up and he looked at the child almost worried.

“Why are y-you so s-sad ?”

“Just don’t have anyone to play with… My Brother doesn’t like me all that much, my Father is busy and I have no friends.”

Springbonnie looked at the boy saddened and went into a thinking mode. Then he looked at Dexter again shyly.

“W-well, if you want…I will be your friend.”, the Animatronic offered.

Dexter perked up at that and looked at the golden bunny with slight hope.

“Really ?”

“Y-yeah ! W-we can sneak into the Parts and Service and spend time together ! I can also bring games with me !”

Dexter got a big smile on his face and ran up to the bunny, tackling him into a hug.

“Thank you Springbonnie ! How about tomorrow ? Father will soon go home with us…”

“S-sure ! We will meet there in my breaks.”

Dexter smiled brightly and then heard his Father calling him and his Brother.

“I have to go. See you tomorrow !”

With that he waved the bunny Goodbye and rushed off.

The next day they met in Parts and Service and played a few board games. Most of the time Springbonnie won and Dexter had to learn that it is a part of his programming. He wasn’t mad about it either. He was just happy to have a friend.

“Say…who is in the suit of yours ?”, Dexter asked.

“Huh ?”

“Oh come on, Springbonnie. I know that you can’t act and talk like a human. You are just machines that got programmed to say and do certain things. A human has to be in there to act so much like a human.”

“There is no one in my suit though. Only Mister Afton can enter me and he is in his office.”, Springbonnie answered.

“Prove it to me. Open your mouth.”

Springbonnie clicked the two springlocks on the sides of his head and then opened it and Dexter was in utter shock. There truly was no one inside the suit. The bunny closed the locks again and looked at Dexter.

“I don’t know why I am so different… But now I know why Fredbear is so different from me.”

“Wait…Fred is not like you ?”

“No… He is unresponsive and only does what he is programmed to do.”

“Damn, must be hard to not have a friend then…”

“I have you as a friend now.”

Dexter smiled and then hugged Springbonnie.

“Yes you do.”, Dexter replied.

The Animatronic hugged back.

They met more often and Dexter even got taught by Springbonnie how to fix or even replace his voice box, without getting his hands springlocked. It took a few tries, but he got the hang of it and with that secretly helped his Dad to get home earlier than usually.

Dexter gave up telling his Father that Springbonnie has a very human like AI and is very much ALIVE, because his Father didn’t believe him anyways.

End of Flashback…

After all these accidents happened, there were children reported missing and Charlie Emily was found dead near William’s and Henry’s new Pizzeria, called Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza. She was dead in a back alley.

One day William came home, covered in someone’s blood and Dexter waited for his Father, worried sick that he may have gotten hurt. He almost screamed when he saw his Father’s clothes covered in blood. But something clicked instantly.

“All the times you came home late…you killed the kids that went missing. Didn’t you ?”, he asked.

William froze up and turned to the couch and spotted Dexter.

“Uhmm…no ?”

“You are terrible in lying, Father.”

William started to sweat and break down.

“I can’t control this. I am going insane and this is the only coping mechanism I have !”

Dexter got up and stared his Father in the eyes.

“You forget you still have two other kids to take care of. Stop thinking so much about Lizzy and Ev and think about us, who still walk the earth. If you get jailed for that, we won’t be able to survive on our own, Papa.”

William looked up at his Son.

“You…aren’t scared of me ?”, he asked.

“Would you hurt us ?”, Dexter asked him back.

“No ! Never !”

“Then I don’t see the problem. I am worried about your safety. You need to stop now or you will be found out one day, Father. One slip up and you are done for.”

And so it stayed by only 1 murdered child and 5 missing ones, Dexter found a girlfriend and graduated from school, instantly asking for a job in programming things. Everything went well for many months. But…then in Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza went Night guards missing or even were found dead, stuffed into suits. One night William left, trying to investigate and fix the issue, but… never returned home that night. And to add it all up to their depressing lives, Evan died two days after William’s disappearance from a heart attack.

Dexter got the house and Mike the factory ‘Afton Robotics’. While Mike still went to school, Dexter paid the bills and everything else to keep them alive. He and his Brother lived together even after Mike had a possible Girlfriend after he graduated.

Then Dexter met up with his own Girlfriend and she broke his heart that night and he came running to Mike.

“MICHAEL !”, he yelled sobbing as he was in the house.

He instantly came running down the stairs and rushed over to Dexter.

“What happened ?! Did the date not go well ?”

“She broke up with me ! She was just after my Father and his money, now that he is gone, she doesn’t want to do anything with me !”

“Then she didn’t deserve you.”

“I H-hate women !”, he cried into his Brother’s chest.

He had to buy Dexter a lot of ice cream and had to comfort him for a few days, until Dexter processed everything correctly.

They continued to live together for many years. Then Michael got a job as a Night guard at Freddy’s, which worried Dexter, but he didn’t stop his Brother. If he wanted to do this then he won’t stop him.

Michael told him that he wants to try and redeem himself. He heard Dexter and William talk that night and he wanted to help and find out what happened and where his Father went off to.

They soon found out that the Animatronics were haunted and still were, even though someone told Mike that someone destroyed them one night a while back. The very night where their Father disappeared.

What Michael never told Dexter was that he found a safe room and in there was Springbonnie with a decaying corpse inside it. He didn’t want Dexter to have a panic attack and think that whoever died in that suit WAS necessarily William Afton.

Then Michael went from Location to Location. He went from Freddy’s to Junior’s then to Circus Baby’s. Dexter was there too, trying to get the Funtimes up and running. Why you may ask ? Well Mike was told from Dexter that he lost his current job, because the workers and bosses didn’t like him and then started to note every small thing down they had against him.

But as Dexter was working on Circus Baby he made a scarring discovery. He found Elizabeth, their sister’s dead body, mangles, inside the Animatronic. He instantly went to Michael and he forbade Dexter to ever enter the facility again, claiming that she might possess CB and he doesn’t know if she could be aggressive, so he will burn the place down. Which he did at some point…

A few months passed and Dexter kept asking Michael to use Afton Robotics so he can also make profit. No one else would give him a job and he was desperate, but Michael refused, in fear Dexter will create more killing Animatronics.

He got killed in Circus Baby’s, before he set fire to that place, and decided to abandon Dexter, thinking it was for the best, because he was a rotting corpse and could have scarred Dexter even further for life, then he went to Fazbear’s Frights that was just newly built. He never knew that Dexter was there once too and looked around. He broke in though, because he wasn’t open at the time.

What Mike never considered though, was that Dexter most possibly would lose his shit over him and disappearing like that. Dexter sat most of the times on the floor in his room, swinging back and forth, holding his head in his hands and falling into dark thoughts.

‘What did I do wrong ?!’ ‘Did Mike hate me that much to just leave me here ?!’ ‘What did I do ?!’ ‘Why does he hate me so much ?!’ ‘What have I ever done to him ?!’ ‘Wasn’t I good enough ?!’ ‘Haven’t I given enough ?!’ ‘Is he at least alright ?!’ ‘Did he find Dad ?!’ ‘Why did he leave me ?!’ ‘I’m sorry ! Please come back !’ ‘….I wish I was dead and would never come back…’

Dexter stopped eating regularly and only ate once a week and soon only once a month. He threw himself into a full on, sleepless search for his Father.

One day, Dexter received a letter from Michael. He opened it and read it.

“Hello Dexter,

I’m sorry that I left you all alone, but I had my reasons. Tonight, I won’t be anymore, so Afton Robotics belongs to you. Please don’t make any killing Animatronics, I took so good care of them that they will be wiped out by the time I die and you can have a fresh start over with Fazbear Entertainment… I lived the whole time with Uncle Henry and he helped me in everything I did so far. I sadly found no trace of Father. We both opened a restaurant called Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza Place, to lure the last remaining killing Animatronics in and to destroy them. Please don’t come for me and please do not intervene. We will be fine. This is my last mission that I have to accomplish. I need to ask something else of you though and I’m sorry that I kept this from you… I have a Son. His name is Gregory Bill Afton. He almost looks like Evan. Please find him and take him in for me. His Mother kicked him out one night as I was checking on them and I don’t want him to live any longer on the streets than necessary. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I’m sorry I couldn’t find Father. I’m sorry that I am doing this to you. And most of all I am sorry that you have to face the world now all on your own, without any of us to be by your side. I hope you can forgive me one day.

I love you and take care,

Micheal Afton.”

Dexter stared at the letter after he read through it and then broke down crying again.

‘What fucking reason could you possibly have had to abandon me ?! You knew I was struggling just as much as you ! You knew that I was mentally and emotionally very unstable alone !’

Dexter sobbed and sniffed for hours until he found his voice again.

“Fuck you Michael Afton… You fucking Bitch…”

Dexter turned on the TV and around midnight came on the news that Michael’s place burned down and there were no survivors. There were two burned bodies and one burned body in an Animatronic suit.

Dexter cried the whole fucking night, knowing Mike was gone. He had no one now.

The next day he started to design new Animatronic designs, a whole new place and called it ‘The Mega Pizzaplex’. He gave everything to Fazbear Entertainment and they instantly started to work on the place and a video game at the same time.

Dexter wanted to stay anonymous and even made an anonymous bank account. He got a lot of money, but he never told anyone, nor did he want to be inside the Pizzaplex. He made the Animatronics, made cleaning bots, staff bots and even security bots. And he didn’t make them so he doesn’t have to deal with annoying, super expensive employees, no, he made them for better security.

Robots are NOT humans and they are NOT going to kill a child if they function properly. Dexter designed all Staff bots and Animatronics with facial recognition scanners and the Animatronics even got something called a safe mode. The safe mode is activated at all time, throughout daytime and nighttime, but it will be deactivating if they see a highly dangerous criminal.

They are not programmed to kill when the safe mode is deactivated, but they are programmed to hunt down the criminal and capture him until the police collects them. Dexter coded his Machines very well too. A hacker would have a hard time to get in undetected.

Everything was safe. But he didn’t know that an Anomaly was inside the very game Fazbear Entertainment created. The VR game ‘Help Wanted’. He knew what the game was supposed to do, that it was supposed to cover up all the bad things that happened in the locations and an Indie Game designer decided to make Horror games out of them so future generations also know about some of the things that happened there years ago, which by the way, also was hired by Fazbear Entertainment.

Dexter didn’t care for it. At least the Pizzaplex would have a chance then. He put a lot of effort and ideas into the Pizzaplex and in the end it was the biggest Freddy’s location that ever existed. He quickly became a billionaire, but he never told anyone.

While he did all of this, he was also searching for Gregory, but he couldn’t find him anywhere. He looked into every dark alley he knew existed, but there was no trace of him. He hoped when the Pizzaplex was finished, Gregory would find shelter in there and all Dexter had to do was pick him up and get him home. If Gregory was really Mike’s Son, then he is most possibly just as smart as his Father and will go into the Pizzaplex to survive.

After all, it was warm in there, dry, safe and it had a lot of food and water.

Dexter was still hell – bent to find his Father and he never stopped looking. He made a friend a while back, called Alex Cruser.

Fazbear Entertainment, after the VR game didn’t really get published, nor worked the way they hoped it would, created another big Location. It was an escape room game with at least always 4 to 5 Animatronics from every Location that existed once.

The first room, was the starter room and nothing happened. You just saw the Original Freddy band perform and Foxy gave you a flashlight. Then the real shit started.

Alex went there to investigate, in request of Dexter to find out what was going on and an employee let something slip about an escape room Freddy’s location. Fazbear Entertainment asked Dexter for Endoskeletons and something he recreated a while ago, just better than before, Illusion discs. He programmed them to look, sound and even smell like the previous real Animatronics.

So in short…All the Endoskeletons were just that, Endos with an illusion disk slapped on them. With that the Endos looked like the previous Animatronics, sounded like them too and smelled just as horrid.

Dexter didn’t know any of this. He was told that they plan to make a museum in the Pizzaplex and needed some things he could make.

Dexter wasn’t allowed to program more though and that made him suspicious. So he asked Alex to investigate a bit and tell him what he saw.

But instead this message came one night…

“DUDEE !!!” “JUST LEFT THE NEW FAZBEAR ATTRACTION !” “My friend, take everything and come here. You have to see this !”

Then the Location was sent. Thankfully, because Dexter had no clue where it was.

“Just sent you the Location. Go. Tonight.”

‘This doesn’t sound like Alex at all… Did…something happen to him ?’

Dexter grabbed his backpack, made it empty, stuffed some stones into it and then left for the Location. As he arrived two of his staff bots were there. One told him of all the things that could happen and they won’t be responsible for any of the things mentioned that could happen. Then he had to pay and give his belongings to the other one.

‘Fuck this shit. I fricking knew it…’

He gave them his backpack and then he was allowed to go. And with that he went through the door and was greeted by the TIP Manager. It briefly explained what it did and what he had to do. Then he pressed okay and continued to the first room, which was just a waiting/Introduction room with the original band performing.

‘Why would they even mention possible brutal deaths and that they won’t be responsible for it ? I think Mike didn’t get rid of everything that likes to kill people…’

He pressed a button and Foxy held out a flashlight for Dexter. As soon as he took it, there was confetti flying around and Foxy laughed, before disappearing. Dexter looked around and groaned as he saw the button above the vent.

“Really now ? Why a vent ? It looks very tight…”

He pressed the button and waited until the vent was open, then he crawled through it and into the first room that could most possibly end him.

‘Evan’s bedroom… I remember that he always talked about his nightmares and drew them very often per my request… Did anyone find his drawings ?’

The TIP Manager arrived and told Dexter that something will appear in the window and he has to close the curtains to make it go away, that Nightmarionne will come out of the hole above the bed and he then has to hide in the Freddy Springlock suit behind him, that he already spotted and that he needs to complete the puzzle that is in the room and to get out of the room before his time was out.

‘Okay then…let’s go.’

Dexter pressed okay and then the shit started. He looked at the window, then at Nightmare Balloon boy and then he ran to the puzzle and turned a few of the pieces into right place.

Soon he heard a sound and looked only to see tentacles, he ran to the suit and put it on, not long later the Marionette came out of the hole and Dexter held his breath in shock. That thing was terrifying for a 7 year old.

‘Fuck, Evan I’m so sorry I never believed you…’

As quick as it was there it left again and Dexter got out of the suit, only to spot Balloon boy twitching. Dexter panicked and hurried to get the suit off and shone his light at him, making him go still again.

‘They don’t tell you everything ! Assholes !’

“How do you stop your Nightmares from getting you, Evan ?”, Dexter asked.

“They hate light. I shine my flashlight at them. Then the small Freddies go away and Plushtrap and the nightmare Balloon boy stop as soon as I flash them. The others work different… I have to listen for their breathing and close the doors and closet if I hear them, otherwise I can shine my light into the halls.”, Evan explained.

Dexter smiled as he remembered that.

‘Thank you, Ev…This just saved my life…’

Dexter rushed back to the puzzle and turned other pieces into right places, then he looked at the window and yelped. Nightmare Fredbear was right there. Dexter quickly closed the curtains and held them close until he heard a sound that sounded close to a ‘Whoosh’, then he opened them again and Fredbear was gone. Then he flashed Nightmare BB and hid quickly in the suit, because Marionne was also on its way.

As it was gone again he ran back to the puzzle and turned the last few pieces quickly.

‘Now I need to find the last piece… Probably in the chest, so I need to look for two keys…’

Dexter flashed Nightmare BB and then opened the drawers, finding the two keys and unlocked the chest. Then he looked at the window and saw Fredbear there again, he quickly closed the curtains until the sound came again, then he flashed Nightmare BB again and hid in the suit because Marionne came back.

As it was gone again, he grabbed the puzzle piece and put it in and turned it into the right position too. Then the thing clicked and the poster fell down, showing a code. Dexter looked down further and was in confusion.

‘A red button ? What does this one do ?’, he questioned himself and pressed it.

Nothing happened sadly.

Dexter looked at the bed side table and rushed to open it and found a safe. Before he could punch in the code, there was a new sound and Dexter looked around wildly, spotting a small Freddy. He quickly flashed it and it disappeared, then he flashed Nightmare BB and hid in the suit again.

As the Marionette was gone he got back out and checked the window, nothing so far, so he ran to the safe, punched in the code quickly and opened the safe, he found a hammer and he took it, looking at the closet.

‘Well then… I guess I will have to open that…’

He looked again and flashed Nightmare BB and then closed the curtains to avoid Fredbear getting him. Then he ran to the boarded up closet and tore out the nails. He opened the closet and then suddenly heard another new sound, with flashing lights. He turned around, coming face to face with Nightmare Bonnie. He ran for the steel door, that slowly opened and he quickly rolled underneath it so it won’t get him.

The steel door fell shut and Dexter saw that he was in a room in between. He decided to take a small break. But then he spotted something.

‘What is this…?’

He crawled to the open vent and took out the piece of paper that was in there.

“Utah News

Fazbear’s open again ! The abandoned place of Freddy’s reopened as a horror escape room !”

‘So I was right… This was once a Location of a Freddy Pizzeria…’

Dexter looked at the wall he slid down on to sit down and saw that the next Location was Freddy Junior’s.

‘The toys… Great…’

After a while he went into the next room and the TIP Manager told him to hide in lockers and that not all are open, while Toy Chica is patrolling around, to watch the Music box of Freddy and to not over wind it and to complete the puzzles before someone gets him.

‘Well shit…’

Dexter took a look around and tried which lockers are open and which not. He spotted vent openings too and a keypad with weird symbols on it. After he took a look at all of this he felt ready, took a deep breath and started his level.

He heard Toy Chica already walk around, so he went to the other side and started to look for the code. He got out his pen and a piece of paper and drew the symbols then he wrote the numbers down that he spotted for the symbols.

‘Six Symbols for six numbers..’

Dexter soon noticed that Toy Chica always changed her route. So he had to hurry around. Then he heard banging over his head and he quickly his in a locker, praying he did the right thing. Not even a second later Mangle came out of the vent.

‘Fuck…I fricking knew it….’

Soon it also disappeared and Dexter got out and searched for the 4th symbol.

After a few seconds he found the fourth and fifth symbol and then ran to the keypad and punched in the code. Then he ran for the lockers and hid in there until the room was opened. Which took ages…

As soon as the coast was clear and the room was open, he left the locker and ran into the room. He saw the next issue. As soon as he turned on the power, he will need gears to get the power for something… Maybe the door. He flipped all the switches and turned on the power.

The Music box started and Dexter was running out of the room and searched for the gears. He found 2 before he had to hide from Mangle again. As soon as it was gone he continued his search for the third one and then he quickly wound up Freddy and continued. He had to find five of them after all.

Soon enough he found the last two and then ran to Freddy, wound him up and then put the gears in their respective places. After he put the last gear in the power for a switch was getting charged. He hid in the locker inside the room and waited.

‘Come on…CoMe On…COME ON !’, he thought impatiently.

After a while the switch had 100% power and Dexter flipped it. Then he searched for a red button and found two of them. He pressed them and then he ran for the exit door. Toy Chica spotted him, but Dexter slid underneath the steel door before she could get him and the door fell shut.

Dexter panted and fell back against the wall, panting heavily and his heart almost leaving his chest.

‘I’m supposed to be over 30 years old, but fuck… I’m glad I am stuck in a 19 year old’s body…’

He laid on the floor, trying to catch his breath.

“Fuck… I wish you were with me right now Mike…”, Dexter said softly.

After a while he sat up and sighed.

“I bet you would already know what is going on… I have no idea what all of this means besides that someone still plans to murder people…”

He banged his head against the wall and looked at the ceiling. After a while he looked around and spotted another open vent. He took out the piece of paper.

“MISSING ! Alfred C. Jons”

And a lot of descriptions how he looked.

“Isn’t he one from the Mental Health Center ? Fuck…Mike I wish you were here and tell me what all this means… I don’t like where all this is going…”

Then he looked at the bottom of the piece of paper.

“Yep he was one from the Mental Health Center…”

He sighed and moved to the third room. Again the TIP Manager came down and Dexter instantly went to reading.

‘Use the cams near your office to see who is coming… So more than just Springtrap is here ? Okay… Fuck me. …Use the lever to turn the systems on and off… Use levers near doors to close them…When they are at 0% they open on their own… Well shit… Don’t look at hallucinations…don’t leave office he will attack you… Complete the puzzles before something gets me…Well fuck me…’

Dexter looked around the room and then saw a small steel door blocking something from his view and the vent underneath.

‘For what do I have to turn the power off ? Only when something is INSIDE the office you usually have to turn everything off… At least that was in Circus Baby’s for a while…’

“Father ?”

“Yes, Dexter ?”

“Why do you always turn the power off when an Animatronic enters the office ?”

“Because they don’t see you then if it’s dark and you hide somewhere. With that you can save power. There is a vent that leads right in here and you can’t block it either. So we need to make the room dark when it happens.”, William explained.

“Oh…”

“I know. We need to seal that thing and then I can give the Animatronics advanced eyes.”

“Ah… Can I help you tonight ?”

“Sure.”

“YAY !”

William chuckled.

‘Wait…vent !’

Dexter looked up and he saw a huge opening.

“Oh…fuck…”

Then he looked around and the only place to hide was under the table.

“Great. Fan – fucking – tastic ! So I have to deal with phantoms, Springtrap AND an unknown Animatronic ?! YAY !”, Dexter yelled with sarcasm.

Then he spotted the keypad and a locked chest.

“AND I NEED TO FIND TWO CODES ?! OH HELL NAW ! MIKEY COME BACK TO LIFE AND HELP ME YOU BASTARD !”

Then Dexter laid down on the floor and started to weep softly.

‘I know nothing about the other Animatronic ! How do you beat it ?! I don’t want to be choked to death ! The first time was bad enough and I somehow am still alive, just not aging bodily. How did Spring even manage that ?!’

Suddenly Dexter’s head snapped up in realization.

“Uncle Henry ?”

“Yes, Dexter ?”

“Why do you not close the doors on all Animatronics ?”

“Because some of them can break them down easily and get inside.”

“Oh..”

‘What if the other Animatronic needs to come in, check the office and then leave and can’t spot me ? Man this will be hide and seek…’

Then he started the whole thing and saw two Animatronics. Springtrap and a Freddy Animatronic.

“Okay…”

He left the Cam on them while he searched for the code for the keypad. He found it under the table and he quickly punched the code into the keypad. With that he was verified to look at the vent map and he got a Fazcoin. He looked at the Arcade and put it in.

Then a game started and Dexter first off ran back to the monitors and saw them still in place. He nodded and then ran back to the Arcade Game and talked with, who he assumed, was Fredbear. Then he talked with a red crocodile and a female Balloon Boy.

He heard something, so he left the game and checked on the monitors, only to see that the Bear was ready to run to the office from the right. Dexter quickly crawled under the table and pressed himself against the right side. He heard fast footsteps and soon saw light. He held his breath until the Bear turned and left.

As soon as Dexter didn’t hear it anymore he got out and checked for Springtrap. He was on the left but he wasn’t ready to go for the office yet. He ran back to the Arcade and talked with a funny colored fox. They all wanted something and Dexter could only get the balloons.

He heard the vent and he checked the cams. Vent five… Dexter ran to the vent map and saw that it led to his office. He turned off all the systems and crawled under the table. Soon Springtrap appeared from the vent inside the office and looked around, then he left. Dexter waited until it was quiet and then he ran and turned the power back on. They were both in the middle again and Dexter quickly got back to work.

-Timeskip-

This was very extreme and it took Dexter a while until he was where he needed to be…apparently.

The system warned of overheating and a fire going to break lose, which Dexter really didn’t wanna stay here for. He met the bunny man. And here it was that scared Dexter.

“Springbonnie ?”

Whoever was inside him…whoever may have died inside him…he knew he was once human, he wanted out and he was not a part of this game. He aggressively said let me out and then there was Springtrap, trying to tear off the head, a dead body inside it and loud screams. It creeped Dexter out and he started to have tears in his eyes. (He has that reaction, because he is sensitive to loud noises and that screaming is hella loud)

“M-Mikey…help me…”

That was why the suit looked familiar with the structures in Frights. This was originally Springbonnie. But…it must have been a replica… William said he scraped Springbonnie after the bite. Maybe a prototype was found in Fredbear’s and the person put it on had died ?

The system said that there is not much time left until the fire. A lot of coding rolled and Dexter hoped to find the combination in that blasted game. He closed the doors in case Springtrap wanted to visit him and waited.

Soon there was the combination and he had to put it into order. He did so quickly and punched in the numbers in the small chest. He got a key and he ran to the keypad and put the key inside. With that the safety doors opened and the vent did too…slowly.

There was an explosion which made Dexter flinch and slightly tear up. There was fire everywhere, but Dexter quickly crawled through the vent as soon as it was open. Springtrap followed him quickly, making him panic and as soon as he was outside, he pressed the button for the vent to seal and it cut Springtrap’s head off, just…it was an Endoskeleton’s head that suddenly laid there.

‘That’s what they use the illusion discs for ? They told me they will use them in the Pizzaplex and make a small museum of all the past Animatronics…’

Now Dexter was really suspicious and he knew SOMETHING bad was going on.

‘I HAVE to continue…’

And with that he moved to Circus Baby’s…

He saw Baby without her limbs and he snarled.

“Because of you fucking bitch my sister is dead. Do I really have to fix your sorry ass ?”

Dexter felt very stressed out, but can you blame him ? He needs to survive all these endoskeletons that Fazbear Entertainment programmed to kill people, without Dexter’s knowledge. He is practically responsible for this partly, even though he had no clue about this.

He took a deep breath and entered the room. The TIP Manager came out and gave him information.

‘Tesla coils…run for 5 seconds and need to recharge for 10… Fuck me, I have to time my enemy… Blue button for light, red for shock…gun…? Are they out of their fucking mind ? Father said multiple times that it will damage the hardware severely and they would need to be fixed constantly…fuck had Mike to do that ? …Use it for no reason too often he will attack before the gun is ready… Ah shiet… Use blue button to activate Bon Bon and control Freddy… Use it too often for no reason Freddy will get pissed… Well Funtime Freddy was always the Animatronic with anger issues…And order parts, if one is broken return it and order a new one… Fuse the parts after connecting them to the Animatronic. Fucking knew it, I have to fix this Biatch…And that’s it. Alright let us start this Freakshow…’

Dexter pressed start and the nightmare began with the monitors telling him to find a CPU…BABY’S CPU.

‘CPU input… Must be in one of the drawers…’

Dexter opened the drawers and found the chip, then he shoved it into the monitor and he could start working.

‘Let me think again… Dad said there is an alarm and I just need to listen… Sometimes it was false though… On which Robot was that again ?’

Dexter was thinking hard, while he ordered the parts already and connected them to Circus Baby.

“Freddy was always silent… I remember that from my one shift with Father… He repaired the systems and I had to look out and he was so silent that I was too afraid to blink. Then I had to activate Bon Bon to get him back to his place… That will be here just the same then…”

He heard Music.

“Fuck.”

He ran to the left and saw Ballora coming for him. He pressed the shock buttons and the Tesla coils activated shocking her. She screeched and then crawled away like a spider.

“Oh fuck me… Dad what monstrosity did you make ?”

Then he rushed to the monitor and started with the head. While he did that he kept thinking.

‘Ballora I can hear… Only leaves…’

“Dad ? Why are there strange noises coming from the speakers ?”

“It’s the alarm system for Funtime Foxy, if they malfunction. With that we can turn them off in time and restart their system.”

Dexter smacked his forehead.

“I am fucking stupid to forget that…”

He was done fusing the head and went to the legs. Suddenly there was a sound and Dexter rushed to Foxy’s stage and looked. It was malfunctioning and Dexter waited until the lights are off, then activated the shock gun and checked on Freddy.

‘He is not there anymore !’

He pressed the button and saw Freddy’s eyes turn green near the door. Dexter took a deep breath and rushed back to fuse the legs.

-Timeskip-

Dexter was almost done. He just needed a little bit of the right arm and then everything would be fused together. He ran back from Foxy’s stage and tripped.

“OW ! FUCK ME !”

Dexter was about to get up, but saw a red button in the dark. He pressed it and then got up and quickly finished the arm.

Through the speakers was he informed that the Animatronics were deactivated for better transport and that Dexter was supposed to go through the right door in the right hallway. So he did as he was told.

He was in another hallway and there were two normal doors and one steel door that would lead him further.

‘Maybe one of these doors are open now because of the button ?’

 Dexter tried the first one, nope. But the second one did open and there was a newspaper. He took it and read it.

‘….What…?’

“CORPSE STOLEN !

Unidentified woman wearing a costume stole an old man’s dead body”

‘What the fuck…?’

He dropped the newspaper and stared at it in horror.

“Why is this shit here and why would someone do that ?”

He shook his head and moved on. As soon as he saw the Elevator he gulped, hating that he has to go in there…

‘I remember the time Father said someone died in that fucking thing, because the metal fan blades on top of the elevator broke loose and they still turned while it fell into the elevator, cutting the guy in half… I can’t imagine how fast they turned and how sharp the edges of the blades were…’

He hesitantly stepped into the elevator and pressed the button to go down.

“Now that I think about it…what even is scoop mode ?”

Suddenly the elevator stopped and red light appeared. Dexter started to worry. Then he heard giggles and he looked up, seeing Minireenas above the fan blades. They stared at him and continued to laugh.

‘What are they doing here ? Shouldn’t they be with Ballora ?’

Soon enough they disappeared, but just out of sight, not from the elevator. They started to destroy it partly.

“HEY ! HEY STOP ! DON’T DO THAT !”, Dexter yelled in a panic.

Then the elevator lost its grip and Dexter started to fall down with it.

“PAPAAA !”, Dexter yelled in utter fear, gripping onto anything that stabilized him.

He still had his legs in the air and soon he realized it was stupid to hold onto something, instead to protect his head. So he wrapped his arms in front of his head and waited in his total panic. This time he was truly terrified and even shared a few tears. Was this the end ?

CRASH !

 The whole elevator crashed down and through an area that probably wasn’t a part of the attraction. Dexter laid in the elevator, passed out, but not dead yet. He was still breathing.

After 20 minutes he woke up and had a massive headache.

“Oww… Where am I now…?”

He slowly got up and looked around.

“Definitely not somewhere where I am supposed to be…”

He then looked at himself and touched over his whole torso.

‘No pain and I am still fully functioning… But I fell from meters above and that pretty fast… Springbonnie…what exactly did you do to me when I was close to dying that day…?’

He pushed that thought into the back of his head.

‘No time to question that. I need to move forward and find a way out of here… Springy is gone anyways, there is no point in questioning someone who is long gone…’

He moved to a door that was in front of him and to his surprise it opened. It was a storage closet. He spotted something on a little stepladder, he picked it up and his eyes bulged out as he read the name of the missing man.

‘Alfred Calvin Jones ! The Mental Health Center employee that was reported missing in that one piece of paper ! He talked with…Vanessa Addison Martins…? Isn’t she the new Security Guard in the Pizzaplex ?’

He read through the whole notes and it unsettled him slightly.

‘This girl actually sounds a bit mental… Not gonna lie…’

He put the file back down and then saw the big opening behind him.

“Another vent… Yay, because the other vents were all so assuring…”, Dexter said with sarcasm dripping off his tongue.

But he continued further.

It took him a lot of turns and some time until he finally got out.

“Bitch FINALLY !”, Dexter yelled when he was in another room and out of the vents.

He looked to his left and saw a room, shielded with bullet proof glass.

“What the…?”

In the small room were all the Funtime Animatronics, Dexter just had to face.

“Heck…?”

Then he spotted the door across the hallway and he made his way there, but froze up and turned around as he heard noises coming from the small room. Dexter yelped as he saw a big Animatronic endoskeleton. It had no casing on itself, it was just wires and eyeballs.

“Holy fuck…”

The robot stood up and stared at Dexter, then he punched the glass, getting it to crack.

“SHIIIIIIIT ! NOPE ! I’M OUT BIATCH !”, Dexter screamed and ran for the door, slamming it shut behind him and it locked itself on its own.

Dexter panted. Then he pulled out his Flashlight, to see more in the dark room only to realize that it was broken.

“Seriously ?! Why ?! Just fucking why ?!”

Dexter threw the flashlight on the floor in frustration and then slid down the door that locked itself. He was at a loss of what to do now. There was no TIP Manager, so he has no clues what that thing was nor how to beat it. He knows that it will be his next opponent. But it was not part of the attraction…

“Okay… Deep breaths and think… All the parts of the Funtimes were there with that thing… So maybe it’s a mishmash of all of them ? That means it has advanced eyes of Foxy, very good hearing from Ballora, a sense of feel where you are at all times from Freddy and probably the jumpscare of Baby… I hope I am right, otherwise I came so far for fucking nothing and I disappointed my Father and my Brother…”

With that he got up and started to blindly feel around the area. Soon enough he touched something and he grabbed it. There was a crank on it and he wound it up, it made a lot of noise and it gave light. Dexter looked around and saw a solar pallet. He held his flashlight on there and a door to his right opened.

‘Here goes nothing…’

With that he left his little room and into a…

‘Oh fuck no… A warehouse of all things right now ?! Shit !’

Dexter took off and ran almost into the middle and then hid there for a bit, hearing metal footsteps. He held his breath and had the flashlight under his dark shirt to hide the light. He looked underneath the shelves and saw its feet move further to the back. Dexter got up and ran for it to the other end of the warehouse.

He spotted a door and a note there with something that wants your ID Keycard.

Someone named John has one in the lower drawers on his desk.

‘Great now I need to find a desk too…’

He heard footsteps again and ran to his left for the hills. But…he spotted the Animatronic still many feet away, even though it just sounded like that thing was very close.

‘What the hell is wrong with me…?’

Dexter spotted a purple key and he picked it up and stuffed it into one of his pockets, then he continued his search for John’s desk.

-Timeskip-

It was hard to avoid the Animatronic while searching for the damn desk, but Dexter made it and found it. Though he sadly had to find a crowbar. He found one near John’s and he broke open the drawer, taking out the keycard. Then he sneaked his way back to the door and opened it.

Behind that door, was the generator and a door with a purple glowing lock. Dexter pulled out the key and unlocked the door, only to find a lab behind it.

‘What the fuck…?’

Dexter closed the door softly and then looked around. He saw a lot of equipment but also a drawing with numbers on them.

‘Steps… Get people to this location…get them…killed ?...get something out of them and into bottles, put bottles into…a machine…’

He continued to look around and spotted a covered dead body in a glass case.

‘Holy shit… Is that maybe Alfred…?’

Then he looked behind himself and spotted the continuation of the…plan ?

‘What…am I looking at…? So in these bottles is data that they will use to CLONE a human being, but in reality it’s an Animatronic and then….what ? Send someone else in there and do the same again…? Who the hell is doing this ?!’

Then he saw a tape and took it. He inserted it into the VHS tape player and the TV showed Dexter horrific things that scarred him.

“Heh..heh…heh…Mikey…you missed one fucker to kill… Even though I am not at all that surprised nor concerned… This furry ain’t in the Pizzaplex, nor near me, so I am not worried for now…”, he mumbled under his breath.

Then he left the room and saw that the monitors with the fuses were active.

‘Alright there are only three. I ran around this fucking warehouse so many times that I know everything right now…’

He looked closely.

‘Okay, I need to find the right fuse in there AND I need to look which cable leads to where to set it in right…’

And that Dexter did. After he finished the last one he heard a door opening and he rushed for it. He saw two ladders and he glared at them.

‘I HATE ladders…’

Then he climbed them up and soon was out of the warehouse and inside the last location that was a part of the attraction.

“Mike’s Pizzeria…”

The TIP Manager appeared in the small entrance to the room, where a rotten rabbit Animatronic sat in a chair.

“Not gonna lie he looks like shit…”

Then he read the instructions.

‘Vent light, use to flash them out, got it. Use monitor to defend from danger…I will need to look at that later what my options even are there…complete puzzles blah blah blah… okay let us start this shit.’

And then it started.

Dexter looked at the screen that showed the defense options and activated REPEL. He jumped as a loud sound appeared from behind him.

“Oh shit…”

He turned it off and used the CALL system, which started inside the room the robot sat in.

“Ah fuck…”

And lastly he used the door that closed off the room the bunny robot sat in.

“Understood. Ima drop that door when he comes, right. Comes to chew on my ass…”

Then he opened the door again and ran inside the room, he spottes a paper on the desk and he read it.

‘Scraptrap on chair…Molten Freddy in vents…Scrapbaby behind… Nice, I know their names now…’

With that Dexter continued his, hopefully, last stage to freedom and he can go home.

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thought i'd participate in tmntvday since i've done some art of these two but haven't properly introduced them yet or whatever. OTP questions/prompts for week 1 under the cut!

[ID: a digital drawing of raph and a taller, purple-haired girl (gwyn, an oc). they're sitting on the ground in 'opposite' directions, raph reclined so his back and head are resting in her lap and he's looking up at her, smiling. she's smiling back down at him, and they both appear relaxed and at ease with each other. /END ID]

1) in which TMNT universe does your pairing exist?

the 2003 iteration because that's the only sandbox i play in.

2) introduce us to your OTP.

the idiot turtle is raphael and the lady-himbo is gwyneth. raph is from 3rd earth, and gwyn is from liáfsini, which is a world of my own making/kind of a world-between-worlds or nexus situation.

3) how did they meet?

in the most blunt, nutshell and to-the-point way possible: gwyn and her twin-sister-trapped-in-a-weapon are on the run from this druid (darach) from liáfsini, and she happened to cross onto earth. one of darach's hench-critters mistook casey for gwyn, the boys got wrapped up in a fight, gwyn intervened because she was like hey i probably shouldn't let these guys get wasted, they beat the hench-critter and got a chance to talk after.

they didn't really get along at first on account of raph being protective of his family and suspicious, so he was asking questions, and gwyn being paranoid about their intentions and not liking that she was being asked so many questions. terrible job everyone. ...again, this is an extremely condensed version of events.

4) how is the relationship now?

again, i feel like i have to give a very condensed version because there are a lot of moving parts, here. but essentially they're doing great. gwyn and raph develop a high level of trust and respect for each other, which then leads into a slow-burn/careful cultivation of more romantic-leaning feelings. they don't have much of a 'pining period', it's much more small 'pebbles' being thrown at each other's windows.

eventually one night at the farmhouse they catch themselves staring at the other a bit too long and both them realize kind of at the same time "...--oh fuck", awkwardly go their separate ways for the evening, but in the morning when neither of them act differently around each other they silently agree "...okay, let's try this" and step into a relationship. how long it takes everyone around them to notice the shift is anyone's guess because neither of them are much for PDA.

5) what is each other's love language?

raph's love languages for 'giving' are acts of service and quality time. gwyn's for 'giving' are physical touch and acts of service.

raph's love languages for 'receiving' are words of affirmation and physical touch. gwyn's are words of affirmation and quality time.

quality time and acts of service are the two that tend to be the most prevalent in their relationship, giving or receiving.

their own, personal, 'love language' is taking naps together. neither of them are people who trust easy or like appearing 'vulnerable’, so the act of sleeping in the same space as one another is a big gesture for both of them. and raph’s snoring doesn’t bother gwyn that much; it actually almost tethers her to the present and makes it harder for her to slip into a night terror or experience sleep paralysis.

6) do they get married or have any kids?

no and no. i don't think the concept of marriage is important to either of them, even if they could probably do it in liáfsini. i can see them doing something to symbolize that they're together--like, the concept of rings but something different and tied to liáfsian culture--but actually going through with legal/official marriage or a ceremony? nah.

as for having kids, they can't biologically have kids of their own, and i don't see them actively looking to adopt, either. best chance of them having a kid is "what's with this sassy, lost child?" and accidentally wind up found-family adopting some snarky orphan on a mission or something idk.

7) what is your favorite thing about this pairing? (gush as much as you want!)

*just kind of stands here with my microphone* ... disaster bis on the ace spectrum. goongala. *the crowd goes wild*

[little-nightmare-gt]

ATLA/MCYT G/T idea!

You have your basic Zuko gets burned by dad and sent off on a fake journey to get rid of him. Welp he gets thrown overboard by one of Ozai's people before he could even wake up.

He's drowning and suddenly he's pulled onto an island that's partially in the spirit world. He doesn't know his quest and probably won't even do it now.

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Tubbo is a jack rabbit hybrid, he's chasing Purpled around with a flint and steel and suddenly glitches out while Purpled, Ranboo and Tommy are all running to him.

He appears in a gloomy but lively place and drawn to a dimming light.

Zuko.

Tubbo will definitely give him TheraPAY in the form of theft, the blue spirit and little trickster is born.

Tubbo and Zuko are scar buddies

Definitely trauma dumped each other.

Tubbo can talk from his mind, but is mostly mute in this AU

Zuko teaches Tubbo how to fire bend (Tubbo is a fire Spirit)

Tubbo goes by spirit laws, he's a fire sprite.

Definitely taught the Prince how to survive on his own.

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Get your basic Kya dies and all the men go off to war. Someone is stealing from the food stores but occasionally leaves fish or other meats outside the chief's hut.

A kid Younger than the bunch gets lost and suddenly they see their exchange person.

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Tommy being the big man that he is got into the food with no help and watched as the humans react. He felt guilty when he realized that their was a single kid doing the hunting so he replaced what he eats with bigger and better gain. He only gets caught when a kid got too far away from her home and a blizzard was coming.

Tommy is a red panda hybrid and had just watched Tubbo disappear, he dropped his water as he also disappeared.

Beats up Sokka and makes him drink respect women juice.

Teaches everyone how to hunt

Waterbent snow on Katara as she complains about real benders not needing weapons. (I like Katara, I really do, but she irritated me as a child. Also, I would have been so mean to her in the most well meaning way, and I'm gonna do that through Tommy)

Let Katara know that until she gets a teacher, she isn't a real bender. Forces her to learn a weapon.

Gets along best with the babies and helps out around the homes.

Tommy follows Water Spirit laws, he's a water sprite.

He is selective mute, you know from trauma.

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Toph didn't like her life, ran off to live with badger moles and found Purpled. She liked him immediately and saw him as a little brother, did I mention I made them younger when they isekaied into this world? Whoops. She doesn't bring him home with her, but he visits anyway.

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Purpled being the wolf hybrid that he is, was extremely loyal to the server youngests. So he was distressed when his friends started disappearing one by one.

Then he disappears into an underground cavern to find a mini giant little girl. He adopted her immediately when she nearly flattened him and calmed him from his panic.

Purpled took a long time to trust Toph, but thinks of her as a sister.

Unintentionally taught her how to be gentle when dealing with him.

(did I mention that everyone is a mini Giant to them)

Toph felt guilty about nearly killing him and he forgave her, just not forgot.

Definitely follows her to her fighting matches.

Learned Earth bending from her and joined. Stage name is the Lone Wolf.

You got it, Earth Spirit rules! Is an Earth Sprite

Can talk and shit talks the competition.

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Aang awoke in the arms of a water tribe girl, her brother and a small spirit. He wasn't aware of another passenger on his bison until the little spirit ran passed him and ponced on an unconscious....cat?

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Ranboo lost his friends and soon found himself on something going through a storm. He soon wakes up to Tommy jumping on his stomach and seeing a bunch of giants looking at him. He is rightfully scared and tries to explain what he does know and asking about his other to friends.

Was immediately bombarded with questions as Tommy hugged him crying.

Accidentally Airbends Aang away from him when he wanted to pet him.

Refused to believe Fire Nation is evil and teaches politics to the kids who don't really want to hear it but understood some of it.

He can't explain genocide, but nobody knows about the start of the war.

Helps where he can.

Air Spirit logic but is a sprite.

Also does translation for Tommy

For Shroud, Dogchamp and Michael, they are safe and off the DMSP. DSMP closed down after Doomsday and everyone went separate ways, but Purpled joined the Benchtrio. They only let Puffy in for Therapy and sometimes hanging out.

It's a peaceful world so no real dangers and infinite lives and keep inventory.

[shellyseashell]

CLOVIS DE CHATEAUPERS

universe/story: descendants

name meaning: clovis is a french name from the germanic name hludwig. it was the name of a frankish king in the 5th century.

age & birthday: 17 or 18, most likely born october 15

pronouns & gender: male, he/him

sexuality: i literally haven’t thought about it but he feels like either a raging bisexual or token straight

height: 5’9

face claim: tbd

mbti: istj, the logistician

background: he grew up on the streets of paris, an orphan. he often worked as an errand runner for whoever wanted to hire him, rather than keeping alliances, which made him plenty of enemies. he learned to look out for himself, and that he could only trust himself. when he was 15, he made the (un)fortunate mistake of trying to pick pocket phoebus and was caught. instead of arresting him, he invited him over for dinner, and thus begins what i call his feral cat era. aka, clovis comes to trust the chateaupers until they decide to adopt him. i just like the idea of esmeralda and phoebus adopting. definitely think they’d want to help kids in need however they could.

now, he’s a senior at auradon prep, and helps li sheng (li’l shang, as i’ve named him) captain roar.

residence: paris

affiliation: none, really

weapons & fighting style: he’s very good with a sword, but on the streets he’d use knives the most

hobbies: roar, art

misc:

- he was made for a specific au, to show the more unsavory parts of auradon, and especially highlight how auradon can sometimes be very similar to the isle. he is compared to a vk many times, and is one of the first aks they come to trust. also, claudine just deserved another older brother.

- because i love him, he’ll probably show up in other fics

- he wears layers. so many layers. never ending layers. and purple, because zephyr got the yellow of their parent’s color schemes.

- zephyr was one of his first friends. when he was first taken in, zephyr tutored him in a lot of education he’d missed out on due to not being able to attend school.

- i imagine he created his own little fortress in an abandoned building, similar to whatever aladdin had going on

- wants to be a professional roar player

- can snap at people very easily, usually to defend himself

- very stubborn, especially when it comes to people helping him. he feels like he should do everything himself, since he’s never had anyone looking out for him.

- does not want to be perceived

- once he cares for someone, he does so very loudly

- feels like he’s an imposter for being where he is, and that at any moment he’ll lose it all. a lot of the royals and nobility do see him as an outsider, but just as many defend his place.

- is a good dancer but would never admit it

- he’s not very physically strong, so he prefers to run from fights when possible

- he isn’t religious in any way, but he does love visiting notre dame

[jodilin65]

SUNDAY, JULY 30, 1995 I got caught up on my sleep but woke up too soon this morning tight and wheezy. Luckily, with Tom wacking my back and some coffee, it got under control fast enough. Then I went back to sleep.

Dr. Rausch is now my primary doctor. I haven’t had any Theodur in almost 48 hours! I feel great. He told me to up the dosages on both of the inhalers to curb the inflammation and the too many white blood cells which they now believe causes adult asthma. Along with irritants like cigarettes, too. I probably won’t have to see Dr. Rausch again for 4-5 months.

Earlier I asked Tom point-blank if he was not having sex with me to punish me. After being with him for this long, and if our relationship were to be platonic from here on out, I could get by for the bulk of the time. I love him too much to leave him and I guess this is why the one-sided sex we’ve always had bothers me so much. I love him so much that I want to get him off, not just make him hard. His being so against a kid makes me feel not good enough for him sexually. I know that the bottom line, though, is that if he’s so dead set against cumming, then I can’t change that no matter how I am in bed.

Anyway, I’d have preferred to have had our own kid, but here’s a note I left him anyway.

Dear Tom,

I just wanted to write all these thoughts/questions down for you while they were fresh in my head. Well, as you know, in my honest opinion and belief I’ve never seen any reason to believe that I can ever get pregnant. Therefore, I figured I could do 1 of 2 things.

Never have one of our own.

Adopt a teenager who’s going through the same BS with the system I went through.

My big questions are - would they let someone with a record adopt? Would they let us adopt with an income of under 40 grand a year? Would they let us adopt with only one income and with the fact that I’m not working out of the house? Well, if you’re interested in discussing this and like this idea, I think we should check into it as soon as there’s time cuz I’ve heard that it takes years to adopt. Especially older kids and I believe thoroughly, strongly, and truly that this will be our only chance to have a kid. It hurts and I didn’t want it to go this way, but if I can save some other poor girl from the hell I went through, I’m willing to do whatever I can. I feel I owe you, my family, and God this much.

Later…

My guess is that Tom will be totally psyched about the idea. If he’ll do anything about it is another. I was always against the idea of adopting, but feelings do change and when you want a kid, you want a kid. Why it takes so long to adopt, beats me. Are there really that many other victims of sterility out there?

To try out the new colored pencils I got, I not only decorated envelopes, but I drew a girl in the weirdest and strangest way ever. Not only does her hair have many colors but she’s got different colored eyes, eyebrows, eyelashes, etc. It actually looks kind of cool, though.

We went out to Denny’s today and to Office Max. He got some disks, mailers, and labels for the business. I got two blue pens and was bummed cuz they were out of their boxes of multicolored ones. Precise, the brand I use, makes blue, black, red, green and purple. They have 4-packs of blue, black, red and green, but were out. I also got clear plastic folders (100 of them) to put my drawings in to protect them. We got a paper cutter. Two super balls to play with in the pool as the one I had got lost.

He also picked up brackets to make another table for the back room. That way we can de-clutter the desks and the floor. I’ve been helping him sort tools, resistors, etc.

I picked up cards for Tammy’s birthday and my parent’s anniversary. Believe it or not, I kind of felt it unfair of me not to send my nephew Larry a birthday card, so I made him one earlier.

I typed up letters to Kim, Tammy, and my parents and will be doing one for Andy.

Wonder if I’ll get a letter from Minnie on Monday? Or Andy? Or my parents?

Monday I’ll be calling Barbara at the JCC at the number on her card. I hope she’s got news for me. I don’t sense it, although I didn’t sense I’d hear about Charlie the last time we spoke. Anyway, Charlie’s no use to me without info.

It was 121º yesterday! There was only 10% humidity, but that’s hot! For the last 3 days, the temps have been 118º - 121º making this house feel like all the other summers in here. A sauna!

Tom’s gonna have me model a life-size picture to promote the printing program. We’re also gonna superimpose more pictures.

SATURDAY, JULY 29, 1995 Got some great news today at Dr. Rausch's office (now that I know how to spell his name correctly). He told me I could go ahead and quit the Theodur!! Tomorrow I'll write all about what he said, but right now I'm beat. The last time I slept was only from 4:30 AM - 8:30 AM, but probably not even that much.

FRIDAY, JULY 28, 1995 Andy was over for almost two hours. He brought me a candy bar and some gum. He played the keyboard, then we played Crazy 8’s and talked.

I gave him a necklace I made him, the 3 convo tapes, and some NPN envelopes to mail.

A long time ago Tom got a book on hypnosis cuz he was curious about it. It didn’t tell me too much I didn’t already know, but it seems like self-hypnosis is gonna take time to get the hang of.

THURSDAY, JULY 27, 1995 This was definitely not a good day for me back in 1981. I went into the Brattleboro Retreat in Brattleboro, Vermont on this day till December 18th or 19th. Or maybe even the 16th or 17th. Somewhere in the teens. I can’t remember the day I went into Valleyhead. All I know is that it was August of ‘82. I definitely left in August of ‘84. It may have been August 24th. July 23rd means something to me, too. Was that the day my first guinea pig Penny died that I’d had for two years? Or was it the day I flew back from where my sister was living in Texas?

One of these days I’ll have to write up all the major events I can remember and try to put their correct ages and year to them as a reference.

With the exception of going to appointments and doing errands, I wish it were 105º - 115º every day of the year.

I love being able to use the pool, have a little color, and it’s quiet. I haven’t known that next door exists. Sure, I hear his van come and go, but he comes and goes and doesn’t sit there with it running for 45 minutes. I almost never hear their dog. I asked Tom if he’s heard their other dog and he said no, so I guess they were only dog-sitting. I hope so. I no longer have to worry about kids or music (I hope), but I hope this coming winter will be the quietest one here with no van or dogs.

Today we went swimming and I helped vacuum the pool. I also sorted some tools for him.

Never again will I ever even try going to chat live with Alex. There’s always a problem. We tried to send each other instant messages which wouldn’t work, so finally I sent an email message saying how something was wrong somewhere - sorry - but fuck this shit.

When I told Tom I finished my story, he shocked me by saying he wants to read it. I reminded him that it’s nearly 6 journals and that he may not have time. He said he’d make the time. He said he didn’t want to read it till it was finished, cuz it’d be hard to read something that he didn’t know where it’d lead to. Make sense to me.

Later I’ll write about the hypnosis book Tom had, but now I want to dub more convos.

Later…

Today it felt like all the other summers I was here inside the house. It was nearly 85º in here and it was 116º outside. The sucky thing is that they say it’ll be very humid this weekend and the temp will only drop to about 112º. Tammy said that it was 96º with 90% humidity where she is today. It was only 11% humid today here, so that’s a huge difference.

I finished dubbing the backup convos for Andy. He’ll be getting 3 tapes.

I haven’t wanted to write about this yet, as I’m still not very good at writing up on terrible things. Last Tuesday night was horrible. I haven’t blown up or felt that angry, pissed, confused, or depressed in a long time. I felt contradicted by Tom and like he understood a lot about me, but also didn’t get a lot of things I said. We both said a lot of mean stuff to each other, although he always says we shouldn’t blame each other for whatever.

At one point during my rage, I smashed a porcelain doll. He claimed to be all upset about it saying I gave it to him to decorate the bookshelves with. When I said I didn’t feel it’d be any loss to him, he wouldn’t believe me, but I feel that he said that cuz I say I don’t believe a few things he’s said.

I was hoping he’d be man enough to finally come out and tell me, one, he’s just not into me sexually, and two, he doesn’t want a kid. Instead, though, he’s still lying about it and insisting he wants one. The guy’s never gonna stop bullshitting me. I mean, really! The guy’s so against having a kid that he’s willing to sacrifice a normal sex life for the rest of his life. He’s too damn stubborn to cum.

No, I don’t hate sex with him. Yes, I mostly like it one-sided where he takes care of me, but every now and then, regardless of the kid issue, I just wish he’d be into it too. I wish he’d at least cum every now and then and show me how much he likes me in bed. I know he does to a degree, otherwise he wouldn’t get hard like he does every time.

He’s a great “platonic lover” so to speak, but sexually? I just don’t know anymore. Is it really worth it when I can just take care of myself? I always did say that sex does complicate things.

Also, due to my saying I hated him at one point during my rage, he said he couldn’t have sex for a while with me cuz he couldn’t have sex with someone that hated him. Well, he knows I didn’t mean it, I knew he didn’t mean some things he said to me, so it’s all just a punishment as far as I’m concerned. Fine. Cuz I don’t think I could have sex with him for a long long time either. I’m sick of having sex with someone who’s only slightly turned on by me and who lies to me by saying they want a kid when I know they really don’t. I think we’re both better off taking care of our own selves sexually, never sleeping together and never having a kid. I’ll always miss not having a kid, but that kid will just destroy this marriage. This marriage may be way better than most, but when we’re fighting, we don’t need a third party around, or extra pressure put on this relationship.

The next morning, he kissed me, said he loved me and that we should move forward, so that was good.

Later…

Andy just called from his friend Pam’s house. He’s gonna call back later about coming over.

Yesterday Tom brought up an interesting theory. Maybe God was testing me to see if I really wanted a kid. Of course, I think both God and himself could be testing him. He’s probably stalling on telling me the truth while hoping I’ll eventually come out and say I’ve changed my mind. He’s always told me no one will make me have a kid, but never that no one will make me not have a kid.

I know it’s not in God’s cards for me and that God won’t allow it no matter what, but Tom reminded me to be true to myself. To make sure I analyze my feelings about it which I’ve done. I want one, but have a lot of fears and doubts. I asked him if he does this and he said yes. He also says that even if he has fears and doubts about whatever, he still believes in striving for things he wants cuz everything in life has risks, fears, and doubts. He said one of the risks he took by marrying me was that I could’ve taken his family away from him and cut him off from them which I’d never do. I told him how in the beginning I was afraid he was gonna try cutting me off from those I know. I’m glad we worked through that, though, and can compromise. I know he’d never try doing that and we both agreed and admitted we all can have our jealous moments.

If he were to screw with another woman every now and then, I’d be jealous if he got off with her and not me. If he got off with her and me, that’d be fine.

The bottom line is that he knows I love him and that he’s #1 and vice versa. I only wish he’d stop playing with my head and stop bullshitting me!

God - please let him be able to come out and tell me we can’t have a kid! I just want him to get it out so we can move on. Not that we won’t be moving on with our lives anyway. We have to. We have too many other things to live for. Things we wanna do. Things we gotta do.

WEDNESDAY, JULY 26, 1995 I sure do have a lot of catching up to do. Today I got Barbara M’s business card. So, she’s not just all talk which is nice to know.

Due to not writing for a few days, my mind’s overloaded and I need to go sort through my thoughts and make some notes first. To the best of my memory, here’s a quick rundown on all that’s gone on. Tom got that Melody Maestro CD. This is the one where you can hum a melody into the mike and it prints/plays what you hummed. It also lets you choose the rhythm, tempo, style, instruments, and much more. Making music should never be easier! I haven’t worked with it yet, but I will soon.

It was really hot today at 115º and it will be 115º tomorrow, too. Adding the wall AC to the back room and the blinds outside the front window have made this the coolest summer since I’ve been here. David must’ve roasted every summer!

Steven and Carol will be coming in again from California, so we’ll be seeing them over at Mom and Dad’s.

Later…

I’m not due for my period till the 7th of August, so I don’t know why I’m spotting now.

I don’t know if I have yet mentioned that Tom got me a bag of many different kinds of beads. I decorated our camera case and made a long strand that I put in the kitchen doorway that leads to the garage. I made another necklace, as well as a cute thing to hang outside. The other bag he got was of clear multicolored beads that I strung onto a silver chain. I’m gonna be making Andy a necklace, too.

He told me he’s been checking out dumpsters. He found two nice wooden tables and is gonna have me check out 4 shirts after he washes them.

His reception’s doing OK now on his TV. He thinks he’ll get his phone back in October. Meanwhile, his VM is still active, so I can leave him a home memo if I’ve got something to tell him.

I also let him know that I remember what it’s like to be broke, so we’ve got extra cassettes, Tom sure doesn’t mind, so I’m dubbing the convos for him. For two reasons. One’s cuz I’d really like to have a backup and two’s cuz I think he could really use some good laughs right now.

MONDAY, JULY 24, 1995 I have 20 more Christmas teddy bear labels which I’ll use as date separators. I don’t really want to use them on letters to my family, or even Kim with all the many nice labels I have. I took 1 of each of my 20 other labels and put 12 of them on the front outside cover of 95 and 8 on the front outside cover of 91. Then I covered it with clear contact paper as a protector.

Tom picked up that Megahard nail treatment which has made my nails look better.

I called Andy at work tonight. He is very, very depressed right now. He knows it’s his own fault that he owes the phone company $433, but misses his phone. He’s homesick, wishing he could be at the beach. He’s pissed he’s a drug addict. He’s making shitty money. He’s pissed and hurt that his family doesn’t contact him in any way with the exception of his sisters.

We still haven’t upped the frequency of sex as we said we would, but we had a good amount this weekend. I still feel he isn’t so into it and that sex is for me only. However, due to it getting easier to accept the fact that God and Tom won’t allow us to have a child, I can take advantage of enjoying the kind of sex I’ve always wanted where it’s one-sided. I always liked the idea of having someone who takes care of me well, but who’s easy. I used to hate doing Brenda and Kacey with my hand, and it’d take them forever to cum.

I have mixed emotions about his not buying that bed and I believe there’s still money for it. I may hate sharing a bed, but we both say we want to be more “normally” married. I guess he just wasn’t as serious about it as I had thought. After all this time, though, I guess we’re pretty set in our ways.

I still say he’s trying to instill patience in me, but for what? What the fuck for?

I finished my story! There are gonna be around 100 free pages in 91, though, so I’ll do something with them. What, I don’t know yet.

Later…

I absolutely do not believe it! I called Barbara at the JCC earlier, expecting her either not to be there or to brush me off as if she never heard of me. Instead, she was delighted to hear from me and said she talked to a Charlie G who was at that camp 20 years ago. She said she told him she had an unusual request, but then said something about how they handle unusual requests from the soul. She says she’s been pushing it due to how touched she felt by my request. She said she’s gonna wait till she hears from Charlie and she’s sending me her card. She said to call her back if I don’t hear from her within a week. I told her that if Charlie needed me to describe this girl, he could call me. Wow. I still don’t think I’ll ever find out who she was, but this is surely getting pretty interesting.

Andy says he hasn’t had any major encounters with Greg. He just hears sounds every now and then. He said he thinks he stumbled across what’s really wrong with his VCR, I wouldn’t get it though, it’s under warranty, and probably has nothing to do with Greg. He also says he wants to get back in touch with Jeffrey.

Later…

I was online with Tom who printed out a few pages for me on hypnosis, and ESP, but it told me nothing new. It seems I’ve had experiences with all 3 forms of “psychism.” Telepathy, clairvoyance, and precognition. Clairvoyance is where you describe and know present or past stuff. Precognition is when I say I know I’ll never have a kid. Precognition, I’d say, is what I’ve experienced the most. The stronger the feeling, the more likely I am to be right about it. I’ve only been wrong a couple of times on stuff I felt strongly about (this doesn’t include stuff I never thought of or considered). I was wrong in saying I’d never make it out here to AZ. I was also wrong when I said I could never get someone like Tom. That type of person, I mean, regardless of gender.

No wonder I’ve been having good feelings about Bill. He answered when I called and Tammy was out at the hairdresser. He said he feels great, but every time he feels great, something goes wrong. He says he’s going to UCON Thursday to get more answers.

Then he was joking about Tammy being out with some guy and how he hopes she’ll take the kids if she leaves him. So, I busted him back saying I had 5 women over and we were all having an orgy, etc.

FRIDAY, JULY 21, 1995 Went to see Dr. Rugg this morning which went quickly and easily. My cervix was still bleeding, though, so she said I may have to take an antibiotic and or possibly go back. I sure hope not! Anyway, she said whatever it is, is no big deal and I can remain sexually active.

I asked her about the ridges in my nails and she agreed it’s cuz of my asthma and meds. She recommended Tums as a calcium supplement 3 times a day and also something she had on called Megahard. It’s a $5 bottle of a cloudy liquid you polish on your nails that makes them stronger and clears up the ridges.

THURSDAY, JULY 20, 1995 This morning Tom did some work on the business computer. I still can’t believe we’re really finally in business! Our company’s name is Mystery Computer Enterprises.

On the form to fill out for the license and to pay the fee, he checked “person.”

I asked, “Isn’t that supposed to be “partnership?”

Then he reminded me of how the state of Arizona considers a married couple as one. He said whatever I’m doing, he’s doing and vice versa. Then I said, “So if I’m having my period, you are, too?”

He said, according to the state of Arizona, he is.

I chatted with my dad today (Ma was in the room) and they were happy about the business. I told them that Tom could explain it all much better than I could, but I briefed them in on it. Dad asked me several questions about it and said he heard more people are buying computers than TVs.

They had just gotten my letter and Ma was teasing me about when I told her I dreamt she sent me a letter. She said she had a dream that she stood here 5 nights and taught me to cook something each night. I don’t know if she was joking or if she really did dream this.

Goldie and Al will be there tonight.

I talked with Tammy too, who was happy about the business.

Minnie called today saying she’s no longer in contact with Bob. She said her mother called DSS when she took her son to see Bob and they threatened to take the kid away if she didn’t cut off all contact. I’m surprised at this cuz I know guys have been in jail for rape/molestation and are allowed to see their kids. Even get custody after being convicted. So, Minnie says the opposite of what she last said. She said she’s not sorry for being a mom, recommends it to others, and wants to have another kid with her boyfriend who’s currently in jail for drug dealing. That’ll be no problem for God, who will see fit to it that it happens.

I can’t believe, though, how much easier it’s been for me to deal with never having a kid. It sure makes life easier.

Anyway, I’ll be sending Minnie a letter. And Andy too, with some funny notes he can stick on people’s windshields.

Later…

This morning Tom showed me how to set up to number the pages of my current journal, but when I went to print a page it wouldn’t number it. I think what I’m gonna do as far as my story goes is just type it through to the end, then write it in. If it overlaps into part of another journal I’ll just write it in, then use the rest of it as a regular personal journal.

I’ll have to have Tom hold my hair up while I weigh myself. I want to see if it weighs anything.

I had another encounter with Robin last night.

Earlier that day I had asked Tom if he believed in hypnosis. He said it’s possible. I don’t know if I believe in it. Especially those who claim to have been regressed to past lives. I asked him if he’d be willing to try to see if he could regress me back to that camp. He said sure. However, who knows when he’ll get around to it, along with checking out why the printer won’t print page numbers.

Last night as I lay in bed before falling asleep, I tried to regress myself with the hopes of getting a name and seeing her face clearly. I had no such luck, though. I only could remember stupid useless information. I had two unsure memories and one definite memory.

When I went to Camp Meadowlark, I went by bus. Mom and Dad took me to Camp Naomi, though. I thought I remembered driving through a dirt road with them that led to the camp. I also thought I remembered a dark brown wooden L-shaped cabin that stood alone in a small clearing in very dense woods. If this memory is real and camp-related, was it a place you check-in upon arriving there? I also don’t remember seeing anyone else around. The sure memory is the layout of the cabin I stayed in. Camp Meadowlark didn’t have showers or toilets in their cabins. You had to go to a separate cabin for that which totally sucked. Camp Naomi did have showers and toilets in each cabin, though. There was maybe 1 toilet and 2 or 3 shower stalls.

Later…

At one point last night in bed, I began to feel very nauseous. I said, “Robin, if you can hear me, please make this feeling go away. I’m in absolutely no mood to be sick right now.”

The feeling went away instantly.

In my mind, I cried out to her to please let me see her face some more. Please get more info to me. I sensed her telling me I could do it. Little by little I could find out a sufficient amount of info. What she means by sufficient, I don’t know. She urged me to keep going by trying to remember, while she reminded me how I like a challenge and to play detective.

Tom said the best thing for us to do is to start by assuming she is dead and go from there. He also mentioned a computer CD you can get with all listed phone numbers on it throughout the country. And that he has a book somewhere on hypnosis.

WEDNESDAY, JULY 19, 1995 Excuses, excuses. I don’t feel sexually deprived, but just the other day he said he’d like sex to be more frequent. He got up at 6:00 today and doesn’t have to be at work till 10:00, but besides the usual TV, computer, and eating, he claims he’s got to go to the bank about the business that’s still all one big joke as far as I’m concerned.

He said it’d be nice if we had sex twice a day. That seems like too much for me and it’d take its specialness and excitement out of it if we did it that often.

I spoke to Andy yesterday who wants a copy of our cases that I also sent Kim. I printed him a copy with no problems so he should get it tomorrow. Tom said he’s had intermittent problems with the computer where it fouls up every now and then. Oh, then I guess being able to print Journal 93 and Andy’s stuff wasn’t Robin-related. Just luck was what it was.

Later…

Tom just got home, but went back out to pick up a KFC dinner for me and something for him at another place.

My luck’s still been running well with the printer. I printed that stuff for Andy and 22 pages of journal 92 which will probably total double that amount.

Later…

I just ate and Andy just left a message saying his phone’s been disconnected cuz he owes tons of money. Bummer. He said we could keep in touch by mail and that I could also call him at work. Hopefully, he’ll write me and let me know what he thinks about the stuff I’ll be sending him.

Yesterday or the day before, he said he hadn’t heard from Jeffrey. I asked if he was gonna call him, but he said he’d wait till Jeffrey called him when he was ready. Fair enough, cuz after all, Andy did make the first call. The next move should be on Jeffrey.

I absolutely couldn’t believe it, but Tom did do the paperwork for a business license and trade name and got it notarized.

I told him, “God! You really are serious. I really thought you were pulling my leg. You really are serious about the business and the singing.”

“And making the kid,” he said.

This one I don’t believe, but we’ll see. I mean, I did everything I could to give him the benefit of the doubt, but after nearly two years of this bullshit, how can I believe?

I recorded myself singing to the music of two Gloria songs. They’re not my main style, but he said they were OK.

TUESDAY, JULY 18, 1995 I’m pissed! The TV reception is still fucked up and the printer is, too. The paper kept falling offline when I’d try to print single sheets. It’s fine for continuous paper. Tom sprayed it with air last night, and I thought it’d be OK. It was for a while, but not anymore. I’m so bored right now. I mean, all I feel like doing is printing and I can’t even do that now. I could if I used continuous feed paper to print out the previous journal which is all typed up, but I don’t want to. I want to use my single sheets of colored paper. I reprinted all I’ve written so far on Robin on the track paper and I printed a copy of it for Kim, too.

Later I’ll discuss why I’m sending Kim a copy.

Later…

Yes! Yes! I’m soooooooo psyched! Coincidence? Just luck? I don’t know. Get this, though. I went and turned the computer back on and prayed really hard to Robin. I told her I really really wanted to print that journal out on colored paper. It worked! No problem printing out all 16 pages of it. After I finish this book, I’ll type anything in it to do with Robin and add it to her file.

I still sense no call coming from the JCC, but like I said before, I’ll call on Monday.

I realized I forgot to write in something I misunderstood about something Tom said. He said, “January’s when you decide if you still want one.” I thought he meant if I still wanted a kid. He really meant, though, if I still want a hysterectomy.

I briefed Kim yesterday about Robin, knowing she’d have no problem with it and not think something was wrong with me. Today I sent her all my excerpts on Robin and Andy’s case.

Kim told me she had an experience that was while she was in a dream state. In her dream, her grandfather said he wanted to tell her everything he didn’t get to tell her while he was alive. This dream occurred a few months before anyone knew that her 24-year-old cousin Pam was gonna die. So in the dream, Kim was upset with Pam, who was there, for not paying attention to what her grandfather was saying. Pam said, “But I’m gonna be with him.”

She’s had other dreams with Pam in them after she died. She said she knew they were dreams, but not like regular ones. There was something different about it, she said.

Later…

Andy just called. Not much is up with him. He’s on his way to work. He did say, though, that he and the people in the office are hoping to evict the guys below him for their very loud music.

They’re “hoping” to evict him? Why don’t they just do it?

MONDAY, JULY 17, 1995 God have I been busy! We both have, but before I get into that, let me mention a few things quickly.

Andy said that due to the camp being operated by the JCC at the time 99% of the campers and counselors were probably Jewish. Does Martin sound Jewish? Andy said he once knew a Jewish person at the JCC with that last name. Tom says that up till 40 or 50 years ago people that were Jewish and immigrated from other countries often changed their names in order to not have to deal with prejudice. Grant, my mother’s maiden name doesn’t sound Jewish. Maybe that name was changed.

Andy says she ended up working at the camp probably either by answering an ad or maybe she was affiliated with the JCC herself.

I told Andy that I felt my case wasn’t going any further, but that his was. Then he said, “Oh, no, you’re not finished yet. You’ve got a few more calls to make.”

I don’t sense any calls today. Or ever really, but I’m gonna wait till next Monday the 23rd before I call that Barbara M back at the JCC.

Saturday morning, before our very busy weekend began, which is why I haven’t finished this book yet, I told Tom about both our cases. No, he didn’t think either of us was crazy and he had no problem listening very well to me. He’s undecided as to whether or not he thinks it’s thought vibrations or she’s dead.

He did question if she could’ve molested me. I’m 100% sure she didn’t or else I’d really want to see if she could be alive so I could kill her. All I remember is her listening to me talk her to sleep and playing with me and her dog in the woods. Also, I know rapists/molesters come from all walks of life, but I still believe that’s way way more of a male thing.

Now about our very busy weekend - Tom set aside $100 for each of us to spend. I didn’t get any more silk flowers or wire mesh and I don’t know if we’re still getting that bed or an entertainment center.

Here’s what he wants to get: That music composition program, the new upgraded version of Windows, and an electronic chip you use through the computer to finally make the bee and cigarette machine.

He’s off to swearing again that in the next two weeks we’re gonna get the business started. I still have to see this to believe it! He even told me that I can help make sure he works on the business from 8 AM - 10 AM on Thursdays and Fridays and from 6 AM-noon on Saturdays. We’ll see.

We sure have gotten lots of other stuff done. Yesterday we stopped over at Mom and Dad’s, then went and bought an AC and a vacuum. This AC is like the one they commonly use in MA like I had. He drilled a hole in the back wall in the back room and that’s where it is now. Talk about a major clean-up job after! It looked like we dumped Piggy’s cage all over that area. Anyway, this should cut our cooling costs in half.

The new upright vacuum’s great. It’s powerful and has a hose. It makes things easier not to have to use two vacuums. Before I had to use an upright on the carpets and a canister on the floors.

I did laundry yesterday and Tom did the food shopping. At the grocery store, he found the best needles yet for beading/sewing. They come in a round case you dial. Then only the needle you want falls out. These are also self-threading needles. He got some other needle threaders that I’ve never seen before that look like they won’t fall apart as easily.

Later…

OK, here’s all I got: Another 3-D journal which will be next. Five more bags of beads and a kitten puzzle. Three more doggie mugs which doubled my collection to a total of 6. I added a Maltese, a Sheltie and a Golden Retriever. Four pairs of my favorite silk panties. I didn’t get a bathing suit, but we did look. A pair of white Velcro sneakers which are very comfy, a pair of white sandals, and a pair of black sandals. Two CDs. Linda’s Get Closer and an instrumental one of the following songs of Gloria’s: Dr. Beat, Conga, Bad Boy, Words Get in The Way, Falling in Love, Anything for You, 1-2-3, Rhythm Is Gonna Get You, Here We Are, and Oye Mi Canto.

I think I just might record myself singing to Words Get in the Way, Here We Are, and Anything for You. Tom picked up a music book of country songs for me to sing. I don’t know too many of them, but he says he wants me to learn a few for his mother. That’s cool.

When we were over there yesterday, I showed her a few necklaces and bracelets I made, as well as a bolo tie. She liked it and was finally glad she could give the stuff to someone who could use it.

I talked to Tammy who says Bill knew this couple for 20 years, her for 10, who were transferred by Pratt & Whitney to Florida. Anyway, the guy’s wife was killed in a car accident, so they’re not at all pleased to hear this.

Tammy had her knee scoped for cartilage problems and can’t get around too well right now, but is doing OK.

Dad’s on his way back to Florida. I spoke to Mom and she says that between Thursday and Sunday, Goldie and Al will be staying with them for a week. She said she’d give Dad, Goldie and Al big hugs for me.

I did tell Ma, although, Tom suggested I don’t, that we might see them and go to New England in May of ‘96, but that it wasn’t for sure. I also mentioned putting off a family if we ever do ever have one.

My desire for a kid isn’t gone, but it’s at an all-time low.

Tom got confused during sex yesterday saying we shouldn’t screw if I were having doubts cuz he couldn’t guarantee he wouldn’t cum. It was out of his control, he said. Yeah, right! I will say this, though, Saturday, I know he was very, very close. Probably closer than ever before, but he pulled himself back before anything could happen (I know he’d deny that).

Later…

I did some more singing. It’s cool to be able to sing to only the music.

It sure is a scorcher out there and kind of humid, too. I took a couple of dips in the pool. I told myself to regain my color slowly, not that I lost it all, anyway. I spent no more than a total of 20 minutes out there and I already see a difference and am darker.

Later…

I just went into the living room for a cigarette when I hit the button on the speakerphone and got a stuttering dial tone and was surprised to get a message at this hour. It was from Andy saying he was pissed off cuz he couldn’t sleep well. He complained again at the guy below him for blaring his music and having people in and out 24 hours a day. He said the guy lowered his base for a while, then went right back to it a few hours later.

To top it off for him, he said they were working on the roof. Yes, I know what he’s going through! Anyway, he says he’s gone back to bed to try to catch a few more hours of sleep.

I’ve been very lucky and gratefully blessed with such peace and quiet. I haven’t heard the kids next door or their dog. If I hear that dog when the weather cools down, though, they’ll hear from me.

Now that I’m about to finish this book, I’m gonna put typing up 92 on hold to type up this one since nearly half of it is already typed.

SATURDAY, JULY 15, 1995 Andy’s gonna be calling back in a few, but oh my God! I’ve got the most amazing news about both our ghost cases! I’ll get into it later.

Later…

OK, here’s what’s currently going on with me and Andy. Yesterday I was trying to stay up so I could sleep later. I was very restless and didn’t feel like doing anything I usually do. I sat on the couch thinking as I stared into space. I wondered if the operator was full of shit when they said they could check statewide for something. So I called and asked for Camp Meadowlark, the second camp I briefly attended when I was about 14. I was transferred to the supervisor who said that only supervisors could look statewide cuz they had different equipment. She didn’t have a Camp Meadowlark listed anywhere in Maine. I then told her I was trying to locate a camp from 20 years ago and asked who she suggested I call to find out info about it. She gave me the number to the Maine state archives. There, I tried about 3 extensions but kept getting machines. Finally, I said, if I get one more machine I’d scream. I knew I’d have to call a handful of numbers and deal with being transferred. So, finally, a real human being answered one of the extensions and I explained myself to her. She gave me the number of the people that inspect camps and stuff like that.

So I called and a woman transferred me to a guy who was finally able to tell me that it was in Raymond, Maine. He said that since 1988 two women have owned it. He gave me their names and the new last name of one of them cuz she got married. It’s been called Camp Nashoba North since ‘88 and when I called there they couldn’t give me any info.

The guy at inspections told me that when it was Camp Naomi it was operated by the Jewish community center! Just like the Y-Day Camp in Springfield that my mother also briefly threw me in. That’s been gone for about 10 years, but Andy went to it and remembered that it was operated by the JCC, too.

This Janet S and Sarah F, who now own Camp Nashoba North, live in Littleton, MA. He gave me their address which I’ll probably never need.

This was a JCC in Newton, MA I had to call. Why the one in Newton and not Springfield, beats me. Being from MA I knew that Newton was outside of Boston and was in the 617-area code. So info gave me a number, but it wasn’t quite theirs. I spoke to an old lady who knew the camp I was talking about, then she transferred me to someone who couldn’t do anything but give me their number. So I called there and spoke to a Barbara M. I told her I was interested in a roster of the counselors’ names from the summer of ‘74 or ‘75, but more than likely the summer of ‘74. I told her I didn’t have a name but described a little about her. She took my number saying she’d talk to someone and asked if it was some kind of reunion. I couldn’t very well say, “Yeah, well I think this woman’s dead and that her ghost is haunting me, so I just wanted to confirm that she really is dead.”

So I told her that I was troubled back then and would just like to say thanks for how she helped me, even though it wasn’t for long. She said that was very impressive. She was truly touched, so I hope that’ll help her to push for information. If I don’t hear from her by Wednesday tops, I’ll call her.

Later…

About Andy’s story - well, he hasn’t been as curious as I’ve been to find out what’s going on in his case. He didn’t want to deal with it and still doesn’t, but is going to try.

A couple of nights ago for the first time in ages, he went to a gay bar right near his complex. When he saw this guy he knew right away that there was some connection. A good feeling came over him, but he wasn’t sure what it was all about and said that sex was only a tiny part of it. So he began to talk to a guy named Jeffrey when the discussion of his birthday being on the 13th came up. Andy said he looked right into the guy’s eyes and that Jeffrey’s eyes told him he was 44. Jeffrey was quite astounded. He gave Andy his number and the last 4 digits are the same as his.

So that night Andy told me about it and knew that there was some kind of connection and that for some reason they were fated to meet.

With me listening silently on the line he called him a few hours ago. While Jeffrey seemed to have a nice speaking voice, he sounded a bit spacey, nervous and confused. Andy noticed too and asked what was wrong. He wouldn’t go into details but said something about “weird” stuff going on. Andy said it wasn’t weird to him after what he was going through. Little by little Andy told him about his ghost (except the rape) and that a few names were going through his head that was given to him. Greg A and a last name beginning with an L.

So, it turns out that Jeffrey may know someone who died about a year ago with that name that was gay.

Then Andy said, “Oh, my God! I just remembered that Jeffrey was one of the names that might have been given to me, too.” I, as his witness, can say that yes, he did tell me that.

So he told Jeffrey that it’s been going on since he moved there last June 1st and was reluctant to tell anyone till he recently told two people, him being the third. He says he now thinks that that’s why he and Jeffrey were fated to meet. To help solve this mystery. He thinks that Greg’s trying to tell him to find his murderer. Jeffrey said that he believes this guy may have died violently, but that it was made to look like a suicide. He also said that there may have been some cult connection. He said he didn’t know Greg well, but that Greg wasn’t black. So maybe he had a black lover and they’re both dead.

Jeffrey then began saying how he lived with his grandmother in a condo in Yuma where strange shit that they both saw and heard happened. Jeff said something about how he thought he may have been put to sleep artificially and he remembers someone standing over his bed saying, “He’s not asleep yet.” People on the roof, and he’s also had that telepathy experience that Andy and I have had too.

Then Jeff and his grandmother moved back to Phoenix and he says he thinks that whatever it is followed him.

Jeff was really freaked with shock over the whole thing. Andy guessing his age, the same last 4 digits in their phone numbers, the Greg case, etc. Jeff says he’s gonna think about it and see if he can find anything out.

Andy and I both know that yes, he could be crazy, hallucinating on drugs, or making it up, but to us, he sounded really genuine. His fear and nervousness over both his situation and Andy’s sounded too real and he agreed that it was either way too coincidental, or a damn good setup if this isn’t for real. He’s apprehensive about meeting Andy for fear that he’s involved in anything which Andy can understand.

Andy said he got the impression that he may know more about these people and this cult than he’d say and seemed terrified of it.

FRIDAY, JULY 14, 1995 Tom just got up for the night, since he went to bed early at 5:45. He’s got me worried and a bit teed off at the moment about his continuing ear problem. He said over a week ago he’d make a doctor’s appointment and he hasn’t. He’s been a bit moody and he even admitted it. He said he felt I wasn’t getting enough attention and was gonna make it up to me. I feel fine, though, and he went down on me this morning.

Later…

I told him how I felt and that I feel pushed away. Also, I’m going to see the GYN I don’t want or need to see cuz I promised him so he’d feel better, so why won’t he go get checked out for me? He says his ear will get better and it’s not worth losing his job over since he’s on probation for two more months and that he won’t get worse. I sure hope not. He insists I take care of him just fine, am a great wife, and take care of the house just fine, but I still wish I could do more for him.

Later…

Tom’s taking a shower now. At 8:30, someone will be coming to recharge the AC and give us estimates as to how much different options would cost.

Tom said he’d try to find a way to find out about Camp Naomi. Great. Yeah, right. Knowing him, I’ll have to wait two years. I wish I knew where to look myself.

Later…

I’m so bored right now and don’t really feel like doing much of anything.

Tom’s waiting for the AC people to get here. They had said between 8:30 - 10:00.

Andy went to collect more of Stevie’s garbage. She’s taking several different medications, but he didn’t mention anything else too important.

Later…

Andy still hasn’t heard anything about having to go to court. I always said he was the lucky one. If it were me, I’d have been subpoenaed by now.

Does this mean anything? I was watching the end of a good movie when it began flickering. I said, “Please Robin. If you can hear me, I’d really like to watch this.”

Then it stopped flickering. So, every time it would do that, I’d close my eyes and say that and it stopped.

I’m getting (or have been having, I should say) this burning desire to either meet her if she’s alive or to be closer to her spirit. It’ll wear off, though, soon enough, but I wonder if I really will always feel her presence?

I’m trying to stay up as late as I can, so we can go out shopping tomorrow. All women love to shop, including me, but I don’t know. I kind of feel guilty about it cuz the work I’m gonna need done on my teeth is gonna cost a fortune.

The AC people never came today, so he’ll have to call a different company.

He said he was gonna call this week about a business license and so far he hasn’t. I really don’t think he’s serious about the business any more than I think he is about a kid. I just wish he’d put his actions where his mouth is! I get so sick of him never doing or doing stuff he says he’ll do 10 years later than when he said he would. It makes me wonder if I can really count on him as far as the singing goes. At least he can keep the roof over our heads and food in here.

My color started to fade, so I was out earlier. We got some birdseed a week ago and I saw a few birds munching out.

I saw a 2-hour special on dance/gymnastics. It was great. Nadia Comaneci is 33 and her fiancée is 38, but they both look like they’re in their 20s. When I saw her, I remembered something else about Camp Naomi. I saw another snotty little camper with a magazine with Nadia’s picture on the cover. I guess I had wanted to read it. All I remember, though, was her telling me that the whole magazine wasn’t about Nadia Comaneci.

Oh, Robin! Are you really truly here? Or are you alive and well? I just want to know!

THURSDAY, JULY 13, 1995 I slept solidly from about 11 AM - 7 PM. I felt fine when I got up, but then I fell back asleep from 7:30 or so till nearly 9 PM. I needed it. I didn’t feel beat or horrible when I finally fell asleep after having been up for 19 hours, but I may have if I didn’t catch up. Can’t do that with a kid around, so it was one of those times when I was grateful we don’t have one.

She was there as I was falling asleep this morning. I could sense her comforting me as she reassured me I’d sleep just fine.

Got my third puzzle book yesterday. I still have about 19 more puzzles left in my second book and 3 backup puzzle books.

Tomorrow night there’s gonna be a combination of gymnastics and dance on TV. That oughta be really cool.

Last night I spoke with Andy and Kim. There’s something about Kim’s voice that bugs me a little cuz it reminds me of Brenda. Brenda had a meek little wimpy voice, but Kim’s not quiet.

As we were talking, Michelle came over to Andy’s so he jumped in the shower. They were going over to Stevie’s. Not to get garbage, but to see if they could hear her singing, as they have before. She’s up all through the night too, and doesn’t go to bed till the sun comes up.

After Michelle got on the phone while he showered, I pretended to hang up. Their conversation was boring, though. Kim, an 18-year-old naïve girl, did the bulk of the talking about how she’s guilty of cheating on Mike, even though they’re not really going out.

My friend Kim left a message today. She began to say it was about something in my letter. Probably about the one I wrote in disguised handwriting for her to send Bob.

She and Doug are going to New Hampshire for a few days, but she says she’ll try to contact me again soon.

Tom says I look sickly thin. How can I look sickly thin at 98 pounds at my height? I feel a little thin, but my lower gut, hips and thighs are still well-cushioned.

Anyway, I took a shower, shaved and brushed my hair which was no problem.

Earlier we had our first real rain since I think early April.

Our TV is still snowy. Tom’s been working on it but doesn’t know how easy it’ll be to fix. I believe he said there was a short in the cable.

Later…

Now I only have 5 more puzzles to do in the last magazine. Did more typing of 92, too. Tom will be getting up soon and I’m just gonna go veg out for now.

WEDNESDAY, JULY 12, 1995 It’s gorgeous out now, but humid. I saw lightning off in the distance, but we only got a few minutes of wind and a few drops of rain. It’s been unusually calm around here.

I received and sent Alex a message, typed books 90 and 92 a bit, read two chapters in my book, and listened to music. I also talked on the phone with Andy and his friends Michelle and Kim.

Oh! I can’t believe I forgot to mention something so funny. That wacko fan of Stevie’s named Sally sent her a package. Stevie never even opened it. It was a tape of her singing and playing the guitar. Bits and pieces of her guitar playing were OK, but I have never heard anything so bad in all my life. I was never even that bad. Andy could kick her ass in a singing contest. Anyway, he’s gonna give me the tape and I may make edits out of it and send it to her.

Anyway, Andy still tells anybody who’ll listen to his problems with whomever he happens to be having problems with at the moment. Right now he is fighting with Velma and Pam. He says he and Bug are getting along fine. He said she began a letter to me before the thing with the phone and pig went down, but I don’t know if I’ll ever get it. He says she’s been sick, so we’ll see.

Although I kept busy and productive through the night, I was also bored. There were other things I could’ve been doing, but I just didn’t feel like it. In fact, I’m almost tempted right now with my boredom and tiredness, to try to lure Robin to me. Maybe I’ll learn more from her, but I don’t know if this is such a wise idea.

I told Tom to let me know when he wants to discuss my case with Robin this weekend. He agreed he’d let me know, but once again, I’m glad I can count on him not to bring it up without me bringing it up first, cuz I really don’t feel like going through it. He was too sick last weekend, but I hope this weekend he’ll be able to mount my cabinet of beads on the wall. That’d make it much easier for me.

For a week now, maybe a little more, I’ve woken up too early except for once. I hope I don’t do that today. I’m sort of beat.

He’ll probably be getting up anytime now but doesn’t need to be at work till 10 AM.

Still haven’t gone through the convo tapes or finished my medley, so I gotta get with it soon. I don’t gotta, but I want to.

Tonight (now last night) was disgustingly humid. This, along with the EC really made it feel like MA, so I switched to the AC.

Later…

Tom’s up now and going over the bills and finances.

I just talked to Lisa and Tammy. They say Becky broke 2 of the 3 necklaces I sent, Lisa lost my address yet again, and Tammy says something’s still wrong with her computer/modem and it’s not hooked up. Why does she waste money paying for Prodigy when they never use it? They’ve used it only a few times since they’ve had it and I know they’ve had it since I’ve been with Tom. That alone has been since April of ‘93.

TUESDAY, JULY 11, 1995 Andy, who’s on the phone now, just got a message from me to give me a call as soon as he can.

I guess for now I’ll go over what stands out in my mind when I communicated with Robin. Actually, it was she who first began communicating with me till I felt my fears and doubt lessen. She basically made it clear to me that she means no harm and doesn’t intend to disrupt my life or relationship with Tom.

There were two significant encounters. The rest of the time I feel her with me on and off. The second time we talked more. Again, it was a telepathy thing. We spoke with our thoughts. There were no voices or anything I could feel in a physical way. Or see. It was all through sensing. It’s not like sensing a certain thing in life is gonna happen. In a way, it’s stronger and surer than when I get one of my stronger feelings that something in life will or will not happen.

As I may or may not have said before, I don’t sense any danger at all. It’s not like I sense or fear that cuz of the strong feelings of love she’s giving off to me that she’s gonna kill me so I can be with her in her way and her world.

Andy says that he’s heard that 1000 years to us is only 1 day to God. Damn! That’s a hell of a long day. Does this mean that Robin feels as if she’s only been dead for a few minutes?

She did hint to me about there being a God. I asked her if what Andy said was true about each of us having guardian angels that work for God. In a way that I can’t quite explain, I got the feeling from her that that is true more or less. God can keep her away from me, for example, like He did the first 10 years she was dead.

I also believe she told me in her own way that she’s now my angel. I was the first one she requested out of several and I guess God OK’d it. If I had a guardian angel before - I have no idea who it could’ve been. Was it anyone I ever knew?

Sometimes I’d sense her sitting by the bed, other times lying next to me. I could sense she didn’t want to smother me with too much closeness so as not to scare me.

In between these two significant encounters, I’ve had quick and slight sensations of her presence by the pool, in the kitchen, back room, and in the living room. Not too often when Tom’s been home and awake. As she said, she doesn’t want to get in our way which is more than appreciated.

I never bluntly asked her if and when I’d ever have some of my dreams and goals granted, but she seemed to imply she would help guide me there if she could and it’s not too far down the road. I don’t see how she can help or what she could do for me or Tom or both of us. Guess we’ll just have to wait and see.

I told her - don’t come around too often, don’t get too close. She does seem happy enough where she is, so that’s reassuring to know. She did say that anytime I called for her she could almost always come to me unless she was on another mission. Meaning, elsewhere with someone else she knew or whatever.

She said, as long as I always assumed, she could go wherever she wants unless the higher power restricted her for whatever reason, but she can’t be in two places at once.

She was born and raised in Maine, and yes, she could read my journals. She told me not to worry about my journals as she respected my privacy and already knew all there is to know about me from the day I was born till now.

She said we would be together someday cuz I was to die before Tom. Funny, cuz I’ve always felt that. Andy said if I died he hoped I’d will my journals to him. Fine, as long as he promises to return them to Tom if Tom wants them returned.

Then I asked what’ll happen when Tom dies and joins me and she said he and I would be together forever. She said she’d always remain in my life, though. From now till forever after I’m gone.

The things I see and hear are all through sensing. I still can’t make out her face clearly, but she can obviously see mine and anyone else’s as clearly as if one was staring into another’s.

Darkness and light don’t apply or matter in her world, either. At least, they don’t seem to, anyway.

Later…

I just tried to call Andy again. I didn’t leave a message, but he’s still on the phone. Not with Karson, though, cuz I don’t think she’s got call-waiting. I just tried her, but it rang and rang.

Andy still hasn’t heard anything from the pigs or US West, so that’s good.

I think I’ll go type up whatever’s been written so far about Robin so I can have a place where it’s all grouped together. This way if I want to look up something, it’ll be easier.

Later…

Just typed/printed 8 pages of all the stuff I’ve ever written about Robin. There’s one thing I forgot to mention about my case, one thing about Andy’s, and one thing about both our cases. Robin told me she wasn’t as quiet as I thought she was. Yeah, she seems a bit spunky.

Andy said that on the night his ghost raped him, he sensed another unknown source telling him to just relax and that it would be OK. He thinks Greg’s trying to tell him something, but Andy’s like - go away and find someone else who will deal with you and can help you.

After his VCR was repaired for the second time, they demonstrated to him that it was fixed before he took it home. Lately, though, he’s been having trouble with it again, as well as other electrical things around his place. Our TV has been acting weird too, but Tom’s certain he can fix it. I hope so.

Cuz my math is so bad, I just asked Tom how old Linda will be on the 15th since she was born in 1949. She’ll be 46. She’s getting up there.

Later…

I just began 91, the last book of my story.

I got a reply from the staff this morning saying I didn’t specify what organization ran the camp, therefore he couldn’t point me in the right direction.

I called and asked my mother, saying I was writing a book. Of course, she wouldn’t give me any info.

The best thing Tom did to instill patience in me that I now know isn’t for having a kid, is that he hasn’t mentioned reading my story. Of all the things he says he wants to do but doesn’t really want to, this is fine with me cuz I’d really rather keep it to myself. If he surprises me by bringing it up, I’ll let him, cuz I already told him he could read it.

Speaking of surprises, Alex mentioned that he and Kim had sex twice. Really?! I thought they were always just friends. The thing about it is, though, that Alex doesn’t seem Kim’s type and Alex doesn’t seem the type to lie about it.

The only people I’d keep all my promises to are Tom, Andy and Kim. Alex asked me not to tell Kim, but I’ve just got to settle my curiosity and ask her if it’s true. If I ask her not to tell Alex I brought it up, I’m sure she won’t.

My period, which began yesterday, hit me full blast today. This is good cuz last month was rather half-assed. This way it gets it out of my system and I have less build-up of boob soreness too early next month.

For the last 24 hours or so, I’ve felt pretty much no contact from Robin. I suppose I’ll feel her on and off, if never again. I guess I’ll never know for sure what this has been all about. I just wish I knew if she were really dead. I guess the next step would be to try and find out who ran that camp and post messages on AOL and Prodigy and whatever else and ask if anyone’s ever heard of it. I would really rather not go and send Robert Stack a letter at Unsolved Mysteries. They do, however, have cases of people looking for lost loves and friends.

MONDAY, JULY 10, 1995 Andy will be calling back any minute now. He had to go fold his laundry. Andy and I were talking with Karson and their friend Kim till he had to go fold his laundry. Then Karson gave me her number, then hung up cuz Kim wanted to ask me a personal question in private. She said she trusted Andy and knew I could be trusted by what Andy told her.

She asked, “There’s this guy I like named Mike who says he wants me but doesn’t call me. What do I do?”

I said, “Fuck him. There are always gonna be people you want who don’t want you and people who want you that you don’t want. Actions speak louder than words, so if someone’s actions don’t comply with their words - screw them and try finding someone where both of your feelings are mutual.”

Then I called Karson back who demanded to know what she said, but I wouldn’t tell her. I said she had to go out somewhere which was true. Then we hung up and we’ll all talk later.

I finished the library book I had to renew and now I’m on the other one.

I’m gonna go work on a letter to Kim.

I asked Andy if I could tell Tom his ghost story and he said that if I’m gonna tell him mine, I can definitely tell his, too. That’s the idea, but I don’t know if I will for sure or when.

Later…

I answered a question of Kim’s. She asked me where the G spot was located. I always thought that was a woman’s clit. However, the catalog that came with the vibrator showed a diagram showing it to be up inside near the bladder. It said it was hard to locate, but that stimulating it felt noticeably different than clitoral stimulation. This is news to me and now I’m curious to experience this myself. Who knows if I will but they had a G-spot stimulator for sale that looked like a dildo.

I talked with Andy, Karson, and Goofy, but Karson got pissed at us all as she always does, even though she loves every minute of it.

Andy and his friend Michelle are gonna go get more of Stevie’s garbage and I’m gonna read and watch TV.

Later…

I read and watched a movie. I also typed Kim’s letter and retrieved and sent a message to Alex. Andy was on the phone while I was typing part of Kim’s letter so he gave me some lines.

Tom just got up and is eating the hot dogs I just zapped him. He feels and looks much better today. Yesterday he didn’t throw up again, but he felt yucky.

I’ve been swimming on and off and due to being on nights lately, I’ve been skinny dipping. I’m still tanned, but when my schedule’s more towards days I’ve got to get out a little to keep it up. That won’t be too hard at this time of year as it’s been deathly hot between 108º - 112º. Gotta watch out for sun poisoning.

There haven’t been any more significant experiences with Robin. I sense her presence on and off. There is one physical and one emotional change, though. I’m still quite certain that it’s just because and not related to her in any way. It’s still worth mentioning, though.

If you’re like most people, you’d agree that my hair and eyes are my best features. Well, it’s kind of obvious that she likes my hair. This hair is a bitch to maintain. I normally wash it twice, then use either the detangler or the Infusium 23, then have to spend 20 minutes brushing through the knots. Well, the last two times I only washed it once and didn’t put anything else in my hair. Yet strangely enough, I could brush right through it in only a few strokes. Time will tell if all it is is luck.

Also, since this all began, or shortly after, like maybe July 2nd, I haven’t been upset or unable to deal with the fact of never having a kid. It’s not like I’m unable to deal with it every day, but I feel as if I’ve lived through it and gotten over it, even though I’ll always wonder what it would’ve been like. We’ll see.

I just asked Tom if he felt it was unlikely they’d allow a 16-year-old to stay alone in a cabin at a camp. He said, sure. If a 16-year-old was working in a camp, she’d need a place to stay. He said they wouldn’t necessarily have to put her with adults at all. A 16-year-old trying to rent an apartment or buy a house by herself is a whole different story. I’m still unsure about the possibility of her only being 16 back then. It really seemed like she was in her 20s back then. Hell, she could’ve been in her 30s, but I doubt that.

I haven’t decided yet if I’m gonna try to hunt down that camp today. I still doubt I can find them or get any info. It’s been a long long time, but we’ll see.

Later…

Tom just left for work and I called Maine info. As I suspected and was afraid of, there is no Camp Naomi statewide.

Here’s something that’s cool. I made the comment, “I’m not always gonna have periods” to Tom before he left (meaning when I get fixed). and he said, “You won’t get periods for a while, but you’re entitled to your opinion as I am.”

The cool part of it is that I didn’t feel pissed or sad and think, don’t lie to me or kid either of us! Guess it’s because I’m so used to this shit now.

Anyway, I’ll never know for sure now if this thing with Robin is for real, will I? My instinct says it is, though. I have yet to write a few more things we “talked about” but I’ll get around to it after I’ve had some serious sleep. All I know right now is that I feel a constant warm, wonderful, and content feeling regardless of what I’m doing and if Tom’s present or not. I used to feel love and security from one source - Tom. Now I feel love from two sources.

Later…

Tom asked me if I found out the location of that camp today. I told him they didn’t have anything statewide and he said they didn’t keep records of camp counselors. He did tell me to search the subjects on AOL and Prodigy and see if I can find a map that’d list smaller places outside of Portland. I tried, but couldn’t find anything. An “ask the staff” box came up, so I sent them a question about how I was trying to locate info on this camp even though I couldn’t get any number for it cuz I was trying to locate someone I had known there. I’ll just have to wait and see what they say. I don’t know how long it takes to get a response from them. Dead or alive, all I need is a number and a name to find out whatever happened to her.

That was really nice of Tom to offer to help me.

This weekend I told him I’d tell him about Andy’s and my experiences. Ultimately, I’ll probably never know for sure what really happened to this woman or if she’s really dead. All I can do is sum up which of the 3 possibilities feels stronger - my imagination, thought vibrations, or her spirit. Number 3 is definitely the strongest.

Even if I could just find out if she were dead or alive with no explanations would be enough for me. I’d like to make contact and say thanks if I could know she was alive, and I’d like to know how and when she died, if she’s dead, but if I could only start with knowing if she were dead or alive!

I asked myself if this entity/spirit could be someone other than her or my grandparents. “No way,” immediately comes to mind. If it isn’t her through being alive or dead, then I have one wacky imagination. One clever enough to have a rational person such as I am totally fooled.

I’ve been meaning to try to remember and write down anything else she said to me or that I told or asked her. I’ll do this later. Right now I have other things I want to do.

Later…

In this week’s TV guide, there’s a thing for monthly teddy bear figurines. It’s from the same company that we got our plates from for free. However, they no longer send you plates till they get your payment. This one says they’ll bill you with the first shipment. They know this address, but not Andy’s, so I asked him if I could send it to his place to give to me. Then he’ll get lots of NPN envelopes from these people, as I still do, which he can have. I asked him on his machine and will wait till he calls me.

This experience has heightened my curiosity. I may do some research on subjects like this and see what books the library may have about it.

[dannydanoninoo]

So side note it's 2 am and my fucking Huntlow brainrot doesn't let me sleep so here's a small fic /prompton Willow's POV about... certain things we saw at the NYCC teaser💛💚

OR... Basically me hyperfixating over this frame and writing something BECAUSE LOOK AT THOSE HEART EYES PEOPLE

(no beta read bc this literally came out of my sleep deprived brain right now so sorry for any mistakes)

"Have you ever seen the rain?"

If someone had told Willow Park six months ago that she was going to become best friends with a human, and that scenario would lead to a series of events where she'd end up fighting the Emperor of the Isles (who got turned into goop by a purple child) and being on stuck on said human's house for weeks... Willow would probably had laughed at that someone's face.

But oh well... life has indeed unexpected paths for all of us I guess...

And yet somehow, that is not the weirdest part of everything her life has come to be

She, once Half-a-Witch Willow who had no friends and was scared of mostly everything had come up to make her own Flyer Derby team (just like her dads but she doesn't want to get too deep into that train of thought), fixed her friendship with Amity, had now a group of friends who loved her and who she loved so much and also had fallen for BEFRIENDED the kid behind the Golden Guard mask, better known as Hunter (or by that cute false name Caleb Jasper Bloodwilliams she did liked so much).

Now how did the boy ended up becoming such an important addition of her duo with Gus? She has no idea.

But it feels like it was something destined to happened, it's... natural. Just seeing him protecting the youngest boy, following his excitable shenanigans over human artifacts, with how much love he talks to Flapjack (and Clover the back of her mind screams) and just seeing him right now, under the human rain soaked in mud but laughing alongside Gus and Vee gives her heart a jittery feeling over how bright and beautiful the boy in front of her is.

So, she doesn't think twice when Camilla gives her the human camera and she snaps as much pictures of this moment as she can.

Titan knows this is a rare view considering the last few weeks (and in the case of Hunter maybe years, if the other night when she caught him cutting his own hair is any indication)

And yet, despite not knowing what's is going on with him and why he was so desperate to look different, Willow can't help but admire the strength her blonde has to step up and continue growing into Hunter himself and out of the whole Golden Guard title.

Also okay, she's not dumb and knows Luz and Gus might know more about what Hunter deal is, but she also know how important is the boy to her, how in the Day of Unity she was ready to do anything to keep him standing despite the draining spell, bit also how she would do anything to keep that image from happening ever again and be there to make sure he had more days like this.

It was just what she'd promised the day she adopted Clover: she will do everything to be strong and wise to protect the people she loves, even if that means "kill" an alarm clock for Vee or being there for the boy she's infatuated BEFRIENED! to cut his own hair at 3 am, holding him in his sleep, or simply silently showing she'll support him with whatever he hasn't told them yet whenever he's ready to do so. 

And who knows? Based on that soft toothy smile he's giving her right now, she could get another shot at cutting his hair, under nicer and much more domestic circumstances... Heh, it sounds like a cute fantasy but at least right now, under the non-boiling rain, and running towards his arms (and Gus' and Vee's) everything seems a little less impossible.

[roscgcld]

HEADCANON + GOJO SATORU || the gojo twins

request: HELLO^^ so I’ve been wondering this so long but do you think it would even be possible if Gojo had a twin sister that also has the sixth eye ? Probably not but, I’d kinda want to know what the clans higher ups and curses react to 2 sixth eye user.

note: I am glad I am not the only one thinking about this lol. like what if they were two gojos? absolute chaos the world has ever seen. i love it, this entire prompt lives in my head rent free lol

pronouns: she/her

gojotwins!au masterlist

imagine the other clan’s reactions when they learn that not one, but two of the gojo clan’s newest heirs were born with the highly coveted Six Eyes?

gojo satoru and y/n - the newest members of the gojo clan, twins that are born with the Six Eyes. a first case that has ever happened in the family’s history. it was this monumental moment when the higher ups realise that things are going to be interesting

by the way - you’re the older twin lol. just so you can poke jabs at gojo for the rest of your life by using the line. “i’m the older sibling here!”

“only by like, two minutes!”

that being said though, over-protective twin brother who will scare all your boyfriends/girlfriends the first time they meet because of his height and overly nice personality that scares people even more

you’re just as bad though - if any girl or guy walks out of his room after a night of fun you will probably be a little bitch and make them feel awkward until gojo wakes up

“can’t you be a little nicer to them?” gojo groans after the person he slept with last night quickly left after an awkward cup of morning coffee with you. “I actually liked them a lot.”

but it’s all done with love, and if the other realise their significant other makes them happy, they will back off

the moment you two entered jujutsu tech, then yaga-sensei was about to hand in his retirement slip early with the sheer chaos that his year of students were bringing him 

ieiri was delighted that she wasn’t going to be the only girl at school; geto was amused how you two were basically copy and paste of each other, just in different genders

surprisingly enough, think you’d be the one who’d be the more studious and definitely more interesting in learning how to hone your skills better - gojo probably still has this ‘i am the strongest’ mentality that the elders planted in him because ✨misogyny✨

but he loves to compete with you - and you’re the only one who’d he ever admit defeat to, and will defend your honour whenever the elders talk down on you because you’re a girl. and to them, girls are just meant to be ‘a pretty face with strong genes to bring a strong generation into the world’

he’s probably the one who talked your elders out of arranging a marriage between you and an heir to another important family like the kamo clan - because there is no way in hell is he going to let some random ass man take you away from him

probably joking told you that if all else fails, to marry geto on the spot - and let’s be honest here, who wouldn’t? Geto looks so damn fine both the anime and especially in the Gojo Past Arch. rail me daddy-

*cough cough*

anyway - ever since that comment, geto and you might pretend to flirt with each other to get gojo riled up. playfully brushing your hand along his arm, playing with his hair between your fingers whenever you two talk, geto leaning close to you to whisper something in your ear with a smirk, or him resting his hand around your waist whenever he leads you about

it always gets gojo riled up, and he’d get in between the both of you; whining for you to give him attention instead

you probably sneak into his room, even as you got older, to hide in his arms whenever you have a nightmare - and he’d wordlessly just hold you close and cuddle you to sleep again no matter how old you two are

both of you share the same braincell - same reactions, expressions, and sometimes even finishing each other’s sentences. sometimes you two even say the same thing at the same time, to which you two just high five each other with a laugh 

freaks everyone out a little, since it’s just so random and natural for the both of you to do it 

nanami hates it whenever he has to accompany you two - as his senpais, he can’t complain much. he does learn a lot, yet at the same time, he can’t stand it when the both of you are sent on a mission together 

with you he’s fine; but he barely tolerates gojo 

ijichi loves you, since you compliment him on the smallest of things, or smile at him warmly whenever he does something right; may have a crush on you that he refuses to reveal to anyone

both of you probably have shopping trips every weekend; don’t tell me you two don’t splurge on clothing when you two can charge whatever it is you want to the gojo clan account 

you two probably got a lot of those roadside modelling offers - and sometimes you’d probably even joke about leaving the whole jujutsu world behind to become a model instead

“i mean - it pays. and all i need to do is sit and look pretty.”

a lot of ‘did not!’ and ‘did too!’ arguments all day long 

you two love to taunt the Curses together before you kill them - it makes them only more scared, but the ‘chase more fun’

“say, toru - it looks so weak for a semi-first, no?”

“must be a new born - how pathetic.”

bags of candies all over the place - somehow he got you addicted to candy as well, so whenever you two travel, you always buy different candies and different treats 

when geto betrayed you all in your third year, gojo turned to you as his pillar of familiarity; even more so when he was force to kill his best friend a few years later. the both of you leaned on each other as you start to pick the pieces of yourselves once more

both you and your brother share the same idea of changing the jujutsu world from the inside out, so you two decided to take up teaching together under the command of now principal yaga

poor man is deciding if he now regrets accepting both of your applications 

you took in megumi as your own by the way - so megumi respects you a lot since you’re like the mother he never had. but at the same time, he wouldn’t be surprise if he heard that you do something stupid with your twin brother

feel like gojo and you will spend your free time probably trying to unlock more secrets of the Limitless and how to use your Six Eyes better - and Gojo will teach you how to probably use Hallow Purple and how to use Reverse Cursed Techniques with the held of ieiri as well

you took in maki, inumaki and even panda as your own kids as well - teaching them whenever gojo is forced to go and solve some issue the higher ups throw at him; making the kids super protective of you

even when yuta came, you didn’t care about the special grade curse that was stuck inside of him; treating him like an actual person and training him up and build his confidence once more

when you heard what happened to the special-grade cursed object that megumi was tasked on taking the following year, you laughed your ass off for 10 minutes while megumi tried not to show his annoyance

“y/n-sensei, i almost died. it is not funny.”

but you still took yuji in as your own child, and when you were giving him a tour around campus, you raised an eyebrow when a pair of lips appeared on the side of his cheek

“even though i want to kill that white haired bastard, i might spare your pretty little face.” 

“hello to you too, sukuna.” you greeted with a smile while yuji slapped a hand over the mouth, apologising to you with a wild blush on his face. you just laughed and reassured the poor boy it was alright

when nobara came, you adopted her as well; and she loves you, and loves how in tune with the trends you are. you two even have a girl’s night where you talk about everything that happens and have a few rants about boys

all in all - highkey chaotic, but with more common sense then your younger twin brother gojo and knows how to act professional whenever you need to. you also tend to adopt all the students that walks through your doors, and they view you as a parental figure as well. you and your brother are a menace together, but you two get things done and no one can really complain

gojo is protective, but when it comes to you it’s worse lol. but you’re just as bad when it comes to making sure ‘your baby brother’ is safe. you two tend to be super sassy and throw shade at each other, but when it comes down to the basics, you two love each other a lot and will go the extra mile to make sure that each other are safe

© roscgcld — all rights reserved to me, rose, the author and creator of these works. do not repost/translate/claim my work as yours on any platform

[solradguy]

dude tell us about your metal gear oc

Lmfao.... Ok so it's kind of embarrassing now that I'm flipping through this sketchbook again, but I was for real actually 12 years old when I came up with this stuff and was just a kid having fun so I can't be THAT embarrassed by it haha

So, I somehow ended up with MGS2 for the PS2 back in circa 2005. Metal Gear Ray was the COOLEST goddamn thing I had ever seen in my LIFE (it's still cool tbf) so I had to incorporate it into my stick figure comicbook ASAP. I drew it from memory and got its head all wrong but, like I said, I was literally 12 and only had my memory of the short cutscene to go off of lmfao

This sketchbook is falling apart but here's his reference box:

Name: Fazre Powers: Razers, N/A Weakness: Rafiyan (this was an actual dragon character not based on MGS) Symbol: All my characters in this comic had their own glyph for whatever reason. Fazre's is like a horizontal line that starts off spiky and ends in a loose spiral. There are 3 dots around the spike at the start. Hobbies: N/A Weapons: Lazers [sic], N/A Character description: Robotic, amphibious, very big

The first few pages of this sketchbook fell out and I had to staple them back in, but here's the first comic where Fazre does stuff. I'll try to explain wtf is happening after each page lol

I hope these post right because they look cropped in the post preview?? EDIT: Oh cool they did

This was the 5th of the comics I made in this sketchbook. It's titled The Bob Stories #5 and has the symbol for my character in it. The main character, Bob, is drawn in indigo; my persona [Deadname] is drawn in purple, Toby (who didn't scan well at all!!) is in neon orange, Joe in turquoise, and Kyoto in black. Bob's whole thing was fire magic and his special ability was picking up rocks and turning them into fireballs. Him and Joe were mortal enemies. Bob wears a black and orange bandanna worn bandit-style, covering the entire top of his head, and Joe wears sunglasses. Joe teleports into the first panel Terminator-style. Bob points at him, saying "YOU!". The rift in space-time from Joe's teleporting caused two Kyotos to appear. Bob and Joe start fighting while [Deadname] and Toby get bored and leave. In the last panel, one of the Kyotos turns into a character drawn in orange, Irifinagon. Bob and Joe stop fighting to fight this new guy. Kyoto was actually a friend's OC that I kind of adopted into my comics. I didn't design or name him.

Bob does a powerup and removes his bandanna, revealing a powerful mullet. Irifinagon gets crushed by Fazre, who teleports on top of him with a crackle of static. He charges up a big laser attack while Joe and Kyoto chop at him with swords and shuriken and Bob charges a big fire blast. Bob and Fazre's energy attacks collide but Fazre's is stronger and incapacitates Bob while Joe does a sick flip over their colliding lasers. Joe then throws his sword into Fazre's mouth before he charges another attack.

Bob steams on the ground while Joe tries a lightning attack on Fazre. It does nothing and then Fazre bites his head off. Kyoto chops off Fazre's tail while Bob gets back on his feet and charges a double fireball. Fazre turns into Irifinagon for some reason and says that he will be back while the ghost possessing Joe, and the source of his powers, Kyle, floats out of the decapitated corpse of Joe.

Kyle heals Joe and then possesses him again. Joe is not pleased and says "Stupid spirit..." while Bob and Kyoto spectate.

The End

--

I drew these comics in class instead of paying attention. There are like 30 of them lmfao

Bob is probably my oldest OC that I actually wrote down any story or anything for. I never brought him back because I only ever drew him as a stick figure and didn't consider what he would look like in a 3D form lol

[georgiapeach30513]

His Own Sprinkles

🖤🖤🖤🖤

Summary:  Jax can’t sleep

Pairings:  Ransom X Jax

Rating:  sprinkles on a sundae

Warnings:  Ransom...because he’s the smartest and softest man, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1.3K

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

Posie Rogers Masterlist

Jax wanders into the kitchen.  He couldn’t sleep.  Thankfully, Posie was more than comfortable, and even snoring a bit.  Because he just needed some water, and a moment to think.  Traveling through the huge twisting house was confusing at first, but now he had figured out the best ways to get to the main rooms.  Large living room, dining room, kitchen, a few bathrooms, Ransom and Kitten’s room because that’s where Abel and Oakley always found themselves sleeping, and his and Posie’s room.

Walking into the large kitchen he grabs a glass, and fills it up with water thinking about everything.  It isn’t fair that this family is in lockdown.  These children ripped from school.  Opie’s girlfriend intaking more children than she was used to.  Arleigh teaching older kids than she normally does, living in a treehouse, and halting work.  All because of him.

“It’s not your fault,” Ransom sighs walking to the freezer.  He sits down a tub of specially made ice cream before walking to the pantry.  “A local shop makes that for us.  I get it out for special occasions.”

“Or a midnight snack?” the younger boy asks.

“You look like you need someone to listen to you,” walking over to that special cabinet, Jax can’t help but smile at these magic sprinkles that Ransom and everyone in this house is very fond of, probably more so because how happy they make him.  Ransom grabs a bottle of his own mix, a hodge podge of what appears to be every sprinkle in the cabinet.  And then two more containers, only two colors. 

“You know why my sprinkles are what everyone calls the ugly ones?”

“Because there’s no rhyme or reason to them?” Jax gives a soft chuckle, and Ransom pouts a bit nodding his head.

“Yeah.  They’re a little bit of all the sprinkles in that cabinet.  Because my life means nothing to me without all my people.  There’s my Kitten in there.  A bit of Steve and Marta, that annoying Jake, yep the neon green is his.  Oh, but see that?  That’s from Blade’s, and even Aster, that right there is my first granddaughter Posie’s.  All these people make up Hugh Ransom Drysdale,” the older man slides over the two bottles of sprinkles.

“You were a tough one to crack,” he walks back to the cabinet reaching up to the top to get out Posie’s sprinkles of black and white music notes, white jimmies, and aqua and purple pearls.  “Posie’s.  Those are black pearls, the same one used for Opie’s, and some white skulls.”

“I’m not part of SAMCRO.”

“You were.  It was apart of you.  The ink is permanently etched in your skin.  You’ve got skulls on your rings.  Make your mix.  It doesn’t have to be evenly filled.  No one says you have to have more than one thing or another.  I also got these,” opening up a drawer he pulls out a small container of daisy sprinkles, and even blue, green, and white sprinkles.  “Abel’s.  I think you can guess who the daisies are for.  Here, and there’s your glass jar.”

Walking over to a cabinet he pulls out two bowls, and grabs his special ice cream scoop that can NOT be put in the dishwasher.  People have done it, and they’ve been forced to buy him a new one.  The old man watches Jax stare at the jars, not moving, and he’s just blank.  “Is something wrong?”

“I did this to you guys.  You’re here, locked up because of me, and you’re being kind.”

“Well, Numb Skull, oh, I’ve got to remember that.  You got a nickname.  You’re in now.  Anyways,” Ransom clears his throat, starting scoop out a bit of cookie butter before he pops it into the microwave for melting.  “It’s already Biscoff ice cream, but this is special.  What was I saying, while these circumstances are unfortunate, it proves to me how tight my family is.  How quick our adopted family was to be there for us, for you and Abel.  We started out like those individual jars, that you’re refusing to mix.”

Ransom waits to continue, until Jax starts mixing a bit of the sprinkles.  “We were a bunch of strays that found each other, and we’re so protective of one another.  Some of us had to have our children marry each other, but we wouldn’t have had a Posie, a Jameson, a Birdie Mae, an Analey, and so many more.  We’re making this big family that means more to me than my actual blood relatives.  These people would do anything, and I do mean anything to protect us, and we do the same for them.  I know you feel we’re trapped, but every night when I crawl into bed with my wife, and those two little boys, and sometimes a few more are in the bed with us because we make them feel safe, I thank you sometimes.  Not the fear that’s out there, but letting us remember how much we cherish each other.  Like your brotherhood.”

Jax looks up at Ransom before pouring in a few of the skull sprinkles.  “You can still have that and not do the illegal nonsense.  No one says you can’t start your own legit club.  Make Posie a real old lady.  Sweet Abie and Daisy with their Harley bikes,” with a swirl of whipped cream, he slides his bowl over.  “Sprinkle it.”

Jax huffs out a laugh, and shakes out his own sprinkle blend.  It shouldn’t make a difference, but it does.  He feels a weight being lifted off his shoulders, as he looks at the hodge podge of sprinkles.  “I think it’s a beautiful mix.  Grabbing Posie’s sprinkles, he puts them on the other bowl, sliding it beside Jax.  “There you go, sweetheart.  I do want a bite though.  Clean up after yourselves.”

Walking over to Posie he gives her a kiss to her cheek, before grabbing a bite of her ice cream, and walking back to his room.  With a kiss on Jax’s lips, she sits down in the stool beside him.  The usual sports bra and flannel sleep pants on, and Jax calmly moves his hand over his daughter’s nest, before looking back up at her with a smile.  Reaching to take a bite of his sundae.

“I got my own sprinkles, and he made me a famous sundae.  I think they really are magic sprinkles.”

“I missed you in that cold bed,” Posie gives a loving look to Jax before eating a bite of her own sundae.

“How much did you hear?”

“Enough.  I’m not unhappy, Jaxy.  I’m very happy.  It’s a rush order on our plan,” she giggles, and rubs along the swell of her belly.  “But I’m happy that I’m doing this life with you, and our son, and soon our daughter.  We’re in this together.  And I don’t mind you talking to my Papa, he’s pretty smart in a weird metaphorical way.  But I also don’t want you to carry all this burden on your own.  This happened to you, too.  She manipulated and abused you.  Kept your son from you.  None of that is your fault.  She’s crazy.  But we’ll be fine.  CC and Eva won’t let her get away with anything.  Eva is a ticking time bomb.  Oh.”

Jax looks up at Posie worriedly when she rubs along her stomach.  “Is our daughter misbehaving for her mama?”

“I think she’s dancing because her daddy got his own sprinkles.  They even have daisies in them.”

“Ransom, he’s a big softie, huh?”

“The softest.  You should see him with Mimi when he thinks no one is listening.  Maybe you should talk to him about how he fell in love.  No story is just beauty, Jaxy.  My family knows a thing or two about that.  Aster, my mom, Story, Blade, Lucy I think is about the only one.  What’s beautiful is finding someone worth living with.  And I did.  We’ll work through all this ugly, and I don’t care, as long as I’m with you.  Now eat your messy sprinkles and sundae.  Mama needs a deep massage to go back to sleep.”

Masterlist

[soulmate-game]

“Are you paw-sitive this is alright?” Selina half-purred half-asked. The slender cat thief was dressed casually— for her, anyway— in a floor length amethyst purple gown that swept just barely above the floor, accentuating her curves and coming down in a deep V neck that was just barely within the constraints of being acceptable for public appearances. Her companion, almost half a foot shorter even in her short heels, was a stark contrast. It was as if all the two women had in common was their hair color, a rich deep black that shimmered blue in the right lighting.

Marinette, with her hair done up in two buns and wearing a sensible pink-and-white cheongsam top with apple blossom embroidery paired with an ankle-length denim skirt that had a knee-high slit in the front, nodded even as she eyed her friend’s choice of outfit with a small frown.

“Of course. Bruce is in the media’s eye all the time, and he knows I don’t have a care for the spotlight. But you do,” Marinette stopped talking for a second, snapping her fingers and reaching into her purse. She pulled out a gorgeous inch-thick collar necklace that was made entirely of thick panels of flawless silver and high-quality diamond. At the very center of the collar necklace, where it would hang right in the center of Selina’s collarbone, was a diamond-and-obsidian cat face. “I knew I was forgetting something! Bourgeois owed me a favor for doing the outfit for her last magazine cover pro bono, so I asked for this as payment. It’s exactly what your outfit is missing.”

Just because Marinette didn’t like revealing clothing didn’t mean she couldn’t appreciate someone else wearing one well, after all. And Selina wore her dress perfectly.

Selina quirked an eyebrow, eyeing the necklace with her expert gaze. Gently, she trailed her fingertips over the tops of the diamonds in the thick bands of the collar as a small smile flicked over her lips. She raised her eyes up to Marinette’s, light green eyes sparkling with mischief and knowing.

“You got this as a bribe for me, didn’t you kitten?”

Marinette smiled unashamedly. “I know you’re a proud lesbian, but would you mind playing the role of Bruce’s girlfriend, just for the media? And only while you’re single, of course. If you ever want out, you only have to say the word. Bruce already agreed, but he also doesn’t mind continuing to play the careless bachelor if you aren’t willing.”

Selina scoffed, rolling her eyes and grabbing the necklace. Effortlessly, she swung it around her neck and clasped it in place. “Please, darling. You and I both know it drives you up a wall when Brucie is hounded by gold diggers every time he steps foot out of that mansion of his. I’ll play the camera-girlfriend, but only for a maximum of a year. And you two can only call on me one a week at most, a girl’s gotta have some time to herself.”

Marinette nodded eagerly. “That’s fine! We probably won’t even call on you that much, Bruce is planning to play the ‘we want to keep our relationship pretty low-key’ card for now. Just an appearance once a month or two ought to satisfy those vampiric paparazzi.”

Selina just smiled. She had practically adopted Marinette years previous, during a trip to Paris where she had found out she apparently had a male doppelgänger. Now the two were sisters in all but official (Not-forged) legal documents. And because of that, Bruce had somehow become her brother.

Which Bruce later found out, meant that Selina would relentlessly tease him every time she needed to appear as his “girlfriend.”

Relentlessly.

But Marinette and Bruce had a Plan. She wasn’t quite ready to make a public appearance as his real girlfriend, mostly because of loose ends that still had to be tied back in France. She was making so many trips back and forth between the two countries that they couldn’t see each other in person much to begin with, so they also didn’t want their few in-person meetings tainted by greedy D-rate journalists.

But yes, they had a Plan. One year was the perfect time frame for the last stretch of said plan. Marinette would tie up the last few things she had to do in Paris, start an official branch of her fashion company in Gotham, and they would stage an entire break-up with Selina, a three-month “break” to “recover” and then a suitably dramatic, romantic “meet-cute” between the two of them to start what the media would see as a love-at-first-sight, fairytale relationship.

Nobody needed to know about Marinette and Bruce’s five-year pining session, or their one-year fumble through figuring out how to date one another before actually getting it right, or the most recent three-years of dealing with the fact that they were both highly experienced hero/vigilantes, the leaders of their own hero teams, and highly accomplished business people.

It was a hard relationship utterly riddled with drama, but they had finally reached the stable point where they were ready to commit. Sort of. They just needed Selina to fake-date Bruce in the public eye for a couple months, and then everything would be fine.

—*—*—*—*—*

One year and three months later.

Marinette shifted her purse on her shoulder. This would be her first time in over five years actually setting foot inside the Wayne Manor. She was excited to see Alfred again, and to hash out the last details for her and Bruce’s public “meet-cute.” But Alfred didn’t open the door this time, a short green-eyed boy with an all-too-familiar frown on his face did.

And once again, Marinette knew that Selina was not the mother. Her pseudo-sister was, as she had said so long ago, a very proud lesbian. But Marinette did know of a past fling of Bruce’s who did possess the proper genes to help create a child of this age.

Marinette smiled, pushing her inner rage at the thought of Talia Al Ghul out of her mind. She was still pissed beyond all rational thought when she heard about what Talia had done to Bruce. But this child was not at fault for any of it, only an innocent by-product.

“Hello. My name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Would you mind telling Alfred I’m here?”

“Tt. Why should I?” The apparently bratty boy asked, crossing his arms and glaring straight at her. Marinette felt her eye twitch.

“I am a close friend of Bruce— Would I be correct in assuming he’s your biological father?” Immediately upon her question, the boy’s eyes widened ever so slightly in shock before his glare intensified. Marinette chuckled. “He didn’t tell me that he adopted any new children, and he always tells me when he adopts. Which means he didn’t have to adopt you, suggesting you are related to him directly. You can’t be a cousin or nephew, he has no living blood family. And all his pseudo-siblings are alive and fine, so you weren’t left to his care in anybody’s will,” she deduced out loud for him. “Plus, the green eyes and tan skin— I know of exactly one of Bruce’s past… suitors… who happens to fit the timeframe and features necessary.”

The boy raised an eyebrow. “Most assume that I am that harlot Selina Kyle’s spawn,” he snapped, but it lacked the same heat this time around. He was now analyzing her face closely, and Marinette noticed. She was careful to keep her eagerness toned down. She really just wanted to see Bruce and be able to hug and cuddle him for the first time in almost a year, and this child was her only obstacle at the moment. A very stubborn one.

Marinette sighed. “Selina is like a sibling to me, don’t call her a harlot. If Selina was ever pregnant, I would have known. Hell, Selina would have given me her baby to raise because she doesn’t have any interest in being a mother. Now, the polite thing to do when someone introduces themselves is so introduce yourself back. Not interrogate or intimidate them.”

The boy huffed, straightening his emerald turtleneck and rolling his shoulders back. “I am Damian Wayne,” he replied imperiously. “And Father has never mentioned a friend by the name Marinette. Which leads me to believe you are yet another no good hopeful suitor, and Father is still recovering after he and Kyle finally split up for good.”

Marinette froze, and slowly her eyes narrowed. “He never mentioned my name? Ever?”

“Tt. I already said no.”

Finally, the shape of Alfred Pennyworth came into view behind Damian. He had obviously heard the last bit of the conversation, because he just sighed and shared a long suffering look with Marinette. It was that look that made Marinette’s eye twitch a second time.

“Alfred,” she said slowly. “Has he mentioned me at all to any of his kids?”

“He has not,” Alfred replied. “And furthermore, Miss Selina would not stop giving him a hard time whenever he had to call her out for an appearance. It seems all of the children mistook their relationship for actually being of a romantic nature.”

Damian spun to the butler, eyes wide and swimming with a multitude of emotions. “What do you mean, ‘actually’, Alfred?”

“He means,” Marinette began before Alfred had the chance. Her eyes were narrowed, matching storms of dark, furious blue. “That Selina was only pretending to be Bruce’s girlfriend so that the press and gold-diggers would leave him alone. And apparently I need to beat some sense into my stupid, idiotic boyfriend, who I should have known would do something like this,” she looked up at Alfred, jaw clenching. “That man would never be able to pass for a functioning human without either you or me keeping his head screwed on. Where is he?”

“Not at the manor currently, Mademoiselle Marinette.”

“Alfred.”

The butler gave Marinette a rather mischievous little grin. “Master Bruce has forbade me from telling you where he is currently, he wanted you to stay at the manor and sleep the jet lag off until he got back. But I can tell you that he is not currently on Earth or on a mission.”

“Alfred!” Damian hissed, shocked that the man would say something so revealing. Alfred was the perfect secret keeper, why would he tell someone Bruce had never mentioned something so telling?”

“Oh, calm yourself Master Damian,” Alfred soothed. “Marinette has known about Master Bruce’s nighttime activities since before you were born. If anything, I believe he rightfully deserves the wake up call he is about to receive.”

Marinette nodded, eyes still stormy and determined. “Alright, so he’s at the Watchtower. The Zeta tunes are still in the Batcave, right?” When Alfred nodded, Marinette wasted no time. She easily slid around Damian and stormed into the manor, finding her way to the Batcave on pure muscle memory and rage.

“Wait, Alfred! I demand an explanation!” Damian’s loud voice slowly grew quieter as Marinette stormed down into the cave, ignoring how Alfred began to calmly explain the situation to the boy. She just slid right in to the Zeta tube, and commanded the computer to send her to the Watchtower.

“P-001, codename LADYBUG, recognized.”

—*—*—*—*—*

Batman pinched his nose from where he stood at the head of the meeting room in the watchtower. The briefing was supposed to start over an hour ago, but Hal Jordan had been twenty minutes late. No surprise there. But still, SuperMan had insisted that they wait until everyone arrived. And really, normally Batman would too. Except that his long time girlfriend was going to be landing in Gotham any minute now, and he would rather be back at the manor to greet her.

And the asinine argument that had been going on for the past forty minutes was finally going to end, even if Bruce had to hogtie every last one of his insufferable coworkers himself and force them through the rest of the meeting strapped to their chairs.

“Okay, can we PLEASE begin the meeting now, or so help me I will break out my kryptonite restraints,” he threatened darkly. He might have only mentioned Kryptonite, but everyone knew that that threat was actually aimed at all of them. Batman knew every last one of their weaknesses and was not above being petty when they strained his last nerve.

Quickly getting the hint, the entire room rushed to fill their seats and at least fake at paying attention. But of course, nothing goes quite right in the life of Bruce Wayne. Right as he turned on the slideshow he had prepared and began the meeting, the sound of an enraged woman’s voice echoed down the hallway in a deafening roar.

“BRUCE THOMAS WAYNE, YOU ARE IN SOOOO MUCH TROUBLE!”

Batman felt as if someone had just shoved him into a cryogenic freezer, a harsh shiver of dread running down his spine. There was exactly one person who could terrify him with a single word, and it just so happened to be the woman he was hiding a wedding ring from.

For the past eight years, but that’s neither here nor there.

“Oh shit,” Bruce breathed, but found he was unable to move from his spot. Yes, he wanted to see Marinette so badly that it hurt. But he also would like to stay alive.

SuperMan leaned forward, not really concerned since Batman would have reacted much differently had the voice been coming from a real threat. Instead, the man leveled his old friend with a very teasing smirk.

“Why is your heart suddenly racing?”

Bruce could only glare daggers at Clark before the door to the meeting room swung open, a tiny French woman standing there in a long, formal white-and-pink knee-length gown with a cheongsam neckline and one of her leaf-green heels held in each hand threateningly.

“You absolute idiot! When I said I wanted to keep our relationship out of the public eye, I didn’t mean to keep me a secret from EVERYBODY!”

“But darling—“ Bruce cut himself off as he was forced to dodge one deadly-accurate piece of flying footwear. “You don’t understand. The boys cannot keep a secret to save their life.”

“They have secret identities, don’t they?” She slipped her other shoe back on. She had known that her shoe never had a chance of hitting, and with Bruce in full Batman gear, even if it had hit him the high heel would have felt like she had only thrown a pillow. Had it been otherwise, she wouldn’t have even joked about throwing her shoes at him. But as it stood, she knew none of the normal things she had on her would be able to so much as make Bruce say “ow.”

Marinette placed both of her fists on her hips, marching up to Batman and pulling him down the full foot it took for him to be able to look her in the eye. His resulting gulp was clearly audible, and visible, to everyone else in the room. “You absolute, emotionally dense moron,” her voice had dropped from a yell to a mildly fond, but still very annoyed, grumble. “Your kids are mostly adults now, you know. And you never told me about Damian either. Did you honestly think I’d be mad?” Bruce looked away from her, which was honestly all the answer she needed. Marinette sighed, letting him go and softening her voice. “You need to trust your kids more, Bruce. I never wanted you to keep me a secret from your family, or even your close friends. Just the annoying ass paparazzi. And trust me a little bit more, yeah? I know it isn’t exactly your strong suit, but I’ve known you long enough that you should know I’m not gonna run for the hills just because you have a biological kid that wasn’t with me.” Marinette risked giving him a slightly vulnerable, lopsided smile. And Bruce immediately deciphered what it meant. His shoulders slumped.

The cost of using the Ladybug Miraculous for so long was that Marinette had to give up her fertility. She could never have children of her own, and Bruce had felt guilty that he had had a biological child, even though he hadn’t exactly consented to it, without her. But now he could see where he went wrong.

Marinette was just happy to have another piece of him to take care of. She never would have resented him for what had happened with Talia. And, seeing all of those facts written on her face now, he felt more than a little blind.

“... sorry.”

Marinette just huffed out a short, soft laugh before grabbing Bruce by the bicep. She turned to look at the other heroes still in the room, half of them uncomfortable with seeing such an emotional display while the others looked like they were incredibly invested in a good soap opera. She shot them a grin.

“I’m stealing him for the next few days, okay? Don’t worry, I’m sure you can make do with making Diana read the slideshow. I know from experience that it has everything you guys need to know and more. Don’t call us, I’ll field all your contact to Agent A!!” With that, she dragged Bruce by the arm out of the room.

To be fair, he wasn’t exactly resisting. Even if the reunion was far from ideal, just having this little bit of contact was extremely relaxing for the vigilante. When they reached the Zeta Tubes, he stopped Marinette and pulled her in for a kiss.

When they inevitably pulled away for breath, he smiled at her. “As soon as we get back, I’ll call everyone in and explain the situation,” he promised. “And then, we can spend the rest of the night doing whatever you want.”

Marinette smiled back, shoving him into the Zeta Tube. “Then get ready, because I wanna sleep off this damn jet lag and I plan on cuddling you like a koala the whole time. No escape.”

“B-001, Codename BATMAN. Recognized.”

“Can’t wait,” he replied right before he was whisked off. The sound of the love of his life laughing followed him through until he reached the other end of the teleportation.

—*—*—*—*—*

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[bunnys-beetlejuice-blog]

But What If, Instead

Decided to give a go to posting my horribly named but hopefully very fun Beetlejuice fic to tumblr as well. This is an au where BJ is adopted by the Deetz family at a young age.

He’s twelve when he’s left on his own in the upperworld.

He doesn’t know he’s twelve, because he’s never celebrated a birthday, but that timeline seems to fit, later, when he thinks back on it. So he’s twelve. His mother has promised him a special treat that day, and though he’s skeptical to trust her, he follows her quietly through the door she’s drawn, the bone white stick of chalk a blaring contrast to the dark hallways of the netherworld reception office. She’d knocked, and the drawing was more than a drawing, suddenly, with white light and noise spilling through into his little corner of hell as it opened, and when he steps through, Betelgeuse sees blue skies and green grass for the first time in his unlife. He’d turned back to look at Juno, confused, curious, his big orange snake eyes watching her, waiting for the catch, for her to yank him back and punish him for being naive, and trusting her, but all the demoness had done was billow smoke from her slit throat, and nod encouragingly to him. He takes another step, and another and another, and suddenly he’s running and laughing and jumping and the air up here is different, but good, and he takes breaths he doesn't need because it feels nice, and he turns to her again to try and entice her to play with him- And the door is gone. He stands there, staring at the nothingness where she and it had been, and realization hits him hard, because he’s twelve, and he’s been left on his own.

He doesn't cry, both because he can’t, and because he knows it won’t change anything. It doesn’t take him long to find them. Pre ghosts. Breathers. Humans. The place is lousy with them, and the smell of them irritates his sensitive nose. He’s a dumb kid, sure, but he’s got some survival instincts, so he hides from them as they go about their lives, strolling around this place, completely oblivious to the little demon now crashing their dimension. Breathers look so weird, all flushed with blood and bright eyed and hearts beating, no signs of death or rot or decay on them. It’s a lot to ask a kid to get used to. The ghosts back home, the ones workin in Ma’s office, tell him stories about the world up here, sometimes, usually in exchange for him going away, and leaving them the hell alone. (Their words) If there was one thing he learned from them, it was that humans, living or dead, didn’t like things that were strange or unusual. He wanders the wilds of wherever he is for an hour before he finds a body of water, and stooping to peer into it, takes a look at himself.

His skin is pale, but not pink. The undercolor is purple, maybe, which he would have thought would be close enough, but compared to the living, breathing people walking around this place, he knows is too different. There’s not much he can do about that. His hair is a bushy mess, sticking up all over the place, but at least the color is currently green. It’s the eyes, teeth, and ears that really stand out. Yellow snake-like slits stare back at him, long pointed ears flick in the direction of distant sounds, and when he tries to smile down at his reflection, those too many too sharp teeth are all he can see. He’s not the best at magic, yet, mostly using it to play pranks around the office (and hey, maybe that’s why Ma left him here in the first place?) but he does what he can. He throws a glamour over himself, and it’s far from perfect, but the three big problems are taken care of. He looks more human than he did a minute ago, at least, and that’s something.

He’s less afraid to take the main paths, after that, and with that worry out of the way, he finds himself enjoying the afternoon again. So, ma left him here. So what? She’s done him a favor, probably the first she’s ever done anybody, because now he doesn't have to be around her just as much as she doesn’t have to be around him. It’s a win-win, Betelgeuse thinks stubbornly, trotting along the winding pathways lined with benches and garbage cans and other silly human things. He’s starting to get a bit tired of all the green when he reaches, quite unexpectedly, the end of it. There’s a big arched sign, and he can’t understand the language written over head, even though he’s squinting and tilting his head. Someone at some point had sat him down and tried to teach him letters, and he’d gotten far enough to read through the first page of the Handbook, but then that person had been reassigned, and was gone, and no one had cared to keep teaching him.

He’s holding his hands up at his sides, rubbing his red tipped claws against the palms of his hands, top teeth biting over his bottom lip, head tilted to one side in an extreme, when he hears a snort and then a soft giggle.

There’s a woman standing in front of him. Her hair is a sunny yellow color, but her clothing is dark and dramatic, and there are roosting bats dangling from her ears. She’s laughing at him. They stare at each other for a long moment, her hand raised in front of her mouth, her eyes crinkled pleasantly at the corners, and he finally breaks the silence by pointing at the sign, and speaking. “Wazzat say?” She blinks in surprise at his grating little voice, and then glances back at the sign. “Krap Lartnec,” she tells him. “Which is flipped around and backwards for “Central Park.” He’s been staring at the sign the wrong way. Of course. He feels his cheeks heat up with embarrassment. “Oh. Got it. Park. Right, yeah.” She lets out another laugh, and it’s so different from the sounds his mother makes when she’s guffawing at him, shaming him, that it almost doesn’t register as a laugh at first. There’s no cruelty to it, just amusement, and maybe curiosity. “Are you here alone?” she asks him, and he shrugs easily. “I guess.” She moves closer to him, cautiously, like he’s going to bite her, or bolt, but he doesn’t really feel the need to be worried over one breather. He knows he could rip out her throat if he needs to. The glamour only hides his demonic features, not takes them away. He’s still plenty capable of taking care of himself. “Where are your parents?” She's crouched down next to him now, one knee on the pavement, big brown eyes all sweet and worried, and he shrugs again. “Don’t have a dad. Mom’s downstairs.” She squints at that, and he gestures down with a pointed red claw tip. “Ya know. Downstairs.” The way he emphasizes it is meaningful, and when her eyes show understanding, he assumes she gets it. “Oh, I’m so sorry.” “Don’t be. I’m havin’ a good time.”

That doesn’t seem to be what she expects, but she just nods thoughtfully. “Are you staying someplace?” He can’t, for the undeath of him, figure out why she’s asking, and why she cares. He shrugs again, because things feel better in threes, and says vaguely, “I guess I’m stayin’ here.” That also doesn’t seem to be a good answer. “You can’t stay in the park overnight. There’s creeps around here.” He bites back the urge to explain that he’s the creepiest thing here, because suddenly she’s taking his hand, and she feels cool to the touch. “Good god, kiddo, you’re burning up!” she puts her other hand on his forehead, all the play gone from her voice, clearly concerned. “You might have a fever. Listen…” she worries her bottom lip with her teeth, smudging the dark color there, before she makes a decision. “Why don’t you come home with me? I’ll give you something to eat, make sure you’re alright, and we’ll figure out what to do from there, okay?” He isn’t sick, and he’s pretty sure he can’t get sick. It’s the hellfire in his veins that makes him hot, because he’s not like her, not even close, but the idea of following her seems like a fine one to him, so he just nods. “Kay. You got bugs where you live?” She snorts again, and stands, brushing off her dark, rose patterned tights. “Sure, what New York apartment doesn’t have a few roaches lurking around. You like bugs?” “Yeah, I like em. They’re crunchy an’ they skitter around an’ stuff.” “Yeah,” she agrees, nodding thoughtfully. “Bugs kick ass.” It’s his turn to snort, and then laugh, because she’d sounded so serious that it strikes him as funny. His hand is still in her’s, and she gives it a squeeze. “What’s your name, little buddy?” “Betelguese.” He expects a pause, or a comment, because no newly dead has ever heard his name without wrinkling their nose and looking vaguely sick, but her smile just grows wider. “Far out. I’m Emily.” And hand in hand, they leave the park.

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Beetlejuice decides quickly Emily might be the nicest breather who ever breathed. It’s a decision he makes only moments after they’ve left the park. Normally he’d be talking, and talking a lot, and his ma might throw something at him, a curse or a bottle, to try and shut him up. So he’s giving silence a try, here, even though it feels like it hangs like a weight around his neck. But Emily is the one instead filling the silence with sound, and he’s never had such unfiltered attention from an adult before. She’s talking about the park, then his hair, then his name, and everything she says is just… sunshine. She likes his hair. She likes his name. She even likes the loose fitting and filthy black and white striped shirt he’s got on, she says it’s deadlyvoo, whatever the hell that means, but it must be good, because Emily said it.

They’re walking down the street, his little hand still in her’s, when a smell hits his sensitive nose. It’s unlike anything he’s ever smelled before and if he wasn't tethered to her, he would have floated after it. As it is, he does feel his feet lift off the ground briefly, and he has to remind his body to obey gravity, before someone notices. Luckily, Emily only sees part of his reaction, namely the way he’s sniffing the air like a dog and drooling. “Hotdogs!” she grins, and she leads him over towards the smell before he can even ask what that word means.

There’s a little cart set up, and a short, fat woman is fussing over a fire. He quickly finds the source of the smell, those little weird shapes of meat she’s turning over, and he goes to reach for one, only stopped by Emily’s other hand over his. “Not so fast, little bug. To unlock lunch, you need the power of capitalism.” She nods gravely. He nods back, clueless, but after a moment he has the source of the smell in his hands, and he wastes no time in scarfing it down. It’s good. He wants more, instantly, and tugs at her sleeve. Emily has hardly put her wallet away before it’s back out again, and she’s bought two more hotdogs. He eats them just as quickly, but before he can ask for more he realizes she’s led him away from the woman and her meats and her fire. Clever breather.

The walk to her home isn’t so bad, and it gives him time to take in his surroundings. The park had been jarring enough- what little plants grow in the netherworld are perpetually gray and withered, sad little scraggly weeds that struggle and choke each other out for the privilege of what miniscule sunshine permeates through the perpetual overcast. But there’s enough sunlight and water and everything to go around here, and it all grows green and vibrant. The city feels the same way, sort of. Like there’s plenty of space to stretch out and grow, and so they did. In the netherworld, everything is short and cramped, but bigger on the inside, with long, winding hallways meant to confuse and trap the dead. The buildings here are so tall looking up at them makes him dizzy, but he hardly has time to admire them before Emily is guiding him this way and that, and finally, to another door. She presses a button and they’re let inside, and he experiences another first as they ride the elevator up a few floors.

They ride the first few floors up in relative silence, until - “Get ready to jump!” Emily says suddenly, crouching, and he follows her lead, and jumps when she does. There’s a brief moment of weightlessness before gravity catches up with them, and their feet hit the elevator floor again, in time for the doors to open. “Good job, Beetlejuice!” she praises, pushing that long sun colored hair out of her face, and he beams up at her. “Feels like flyin, kinda!” “Right?” she enthuses loudly, and he’s about to ask her how a breather knows what flying feels like, but a door down the hall opens, and the biggest man Betelguese has ever seen steps out. “Thought I heard you rattling the elevator,” he’s chiding Emily, who only gives her snort and smile in return. “Lydia isn’t even with you, do you really play that game when you’re-” his eyes fall on Betelgeuse. “Alone?”

“Charles, I made a new friend!” Emily tells him simply, leading the little demon into their apartment. The interior is dim, but he can see fine. He knows his amber eyes are glowing a little in the gloom, and he closes them, just for a moment, as Emily leads him down the hall and into a sunny, well lit kitchen. The big man, Charles, is tailing behind, looking mystified. “Where on earth did you find him?” a hint of nerves creeps into the breather’s voice. “You didn’t… steal him.. Right?” “Charles!” Emily laughs, like it’s an absurd question. Betelgeuse can’t tell if it is or not. Emily doesn’t seem like a child snatching witch, but he doesn’t know enough about such things to be sure. “I didn’t steal him,” she clarifies, busying herself with getting the boy a cup of ice water, and stopping by for a moment to touch the back of her hand to his forehead again. “I found him wandering around Central Park. He said he doesn’t have any folks, and he was all alone, and he feels feverish. I’m being responsible! I’m a responsible adult!” “A responsible adult who still plays the elevator game, despite being told by maintenance you might throw the whole elevator out of whack?” Charles askes, but he doesn’t look angry, more amused.

“I was teaching Beetlejuice how to play.” The pause he was expecting with Emily finds its home with Charles. Charles glances at the boy. Betelguese stares back with big amber eyes, sipping quietly at his ice water. Charles looks to Emily, who seems to be waiting expectantly. The silence stretches for another beat before Charles asks, baffled, “Is that… his name?”

Emily throws her hands up like he’s asked if the sky is really blue. “Of course it’s his name! Or at least, that’s the name he gave me. I’m respecting it. Respectful and responsible, that’s me.” She turns and winks at Betelgeuse. He returns the strange breather gesture because he likes Emily more than he’s ever liked anyone before.

The water cup is empty, and he simply lets it go, no longer interested in holding it. It bounces and rolls across the floor, and Charles wrinkles his brow at the boy. “Wh-” Before he can say much more, Betelgeuse is sniffing at the air, and he crouches on all fours, nose to the ground, like a dog in a cartoon. He’s caught the scent of some kind of upperworld bug, and despite all the hotted dogs, he’s still hungry. He’s on the prowl around the kitchen, weaving under the little dining table and three chairs, and then back down the hall, into the living room. Charles and Emily poke their heads out of the kitchen to watch him.

“I think you brought a feral child into the house, Em.”

She makes a psshaw sound and rolls her eyes, smacking gently at his lapels. “He’s a kid. Kids are weird. I was doing weird kid stuff when I was his age, too.” “And you never stopped,” comes the dry response. “Charles, I know you worry, but he’s a little kid, lost in New York. I mean, my god, it’s like a movie! I couldn’t just leave him, and I wasn’t just going to give him to some cop, he’s probably an undocumented runaway or something-” and the rest of her rambling is drown out by Charles gasping and grabbing her, and her own muffled gasps of shock, because Betelgeuse has caught the bug. And also, he’s on the ceiling. He may have been trying to blend in, but the second he caught the scent of that delicious crunchy upperworld bug meat, everything else was out of mind. He’d spotted it on the ceiling, and had followed it up there, ignoring gravity to get what he wanted, and right as he pounced on it, nearly catlike, Charles and Emily had gasped. Their breather noises distract him long enough for the bug to skitter away, and he loses his concentration, and drops to the living room floor with a sickening crunch. Emily shrieks, and Charles panics, sprinting for the boy, certain he’ll find a dead child with a broken neck. Instead Betelguise sits up, his glamour disturbed from the fall, and the breathers get an eyeful of what he really looks like. There’s a beat. They’re all staring at each other for a long moment. “I… I might have brought a feral child into the house,” Emily admits sheepishly. You can read the entire thing, right now, over here

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DamiraeWeek2021

Day One: Family/In-laws

The Second Wayne Reunion

Damian tapped his fingers against the wheel.

“Anxious?” asked Raven.

“You know how last year turned out. I was surprised Father agreed to another reunion this year.”

One year ago, Dick had come up with the idea of having a family reunion. He had invited the whole Wayne family together under one roof once again. The results of the party didn’t end so well. Dick clearly wanted to make the reunions annual, because he once again invited everyone.

Damian took another left. They had to drive across Gotham to reach Wayne Manor. After getting married, he and Raven bought a stretch of land on the other side of Gotham. Together they designed their house and hired people to build it.

Damian let out a sigh. “That bastard, Grayson.”

“Language,” said Raven.

He glanced at the rear view mirror. Their daughter, Rashida, was asleep in the back. Although, she could be pretending. Rashida is an intelligent child, more mature than her actual age. However, she does tend to do dangerous things.

They pulled up at Wayne Manor at long last. Rashida woke up instantly.

“We're here!” she announced. The five year old got out of their car immediately to stretch her legs.

“Rae! Watch this!” shouted Mar’i. She flew up into the sky while Rae watched from the ground. Mar’i shot a green starbolt at a low cloud. The cloud lit up in green light before evaporating into thin air.

“Impressive,” commented Rae. She joined her cousin in the air. The two girls turned the clouds green and purple.

Sitting in deck chairs, Raven and Koriand’r watched the kids flying around.

“Did you teach her that?” questioned Raven.

Kori let out a laugh. “Of course not, Mar’i and Jacob discovered it. Speaking of Jacob, where is he?”

It was Raven’s turn to laugh. “I saw him with Jackson, they were building something out of Legos. How do you not know what your son is doing?”

“I’ve been very busy lately,” Kori defended herself.

“Hey sisters! Mind if I join you?” Stephanie didn’t wait for an answer, she took a seat in a chair across from Kori. “Cass and Babs will be here with the food in a few minutes.”

“Is Valkyrie joining us this year?” asked Kori.

“She sure is! Val better not drop out last minute,” said the blonde. “I can’t believe Dick allowed her to skip last year. I mean, like seriously? This is a family reunion and therefore Val can not be missing out.”

“She was on a mission,” said Raven. “Then again, you can’t blame her, this family can be quite a handful.”

“Makes me wonder how we are able to put up with them,” joked Stephanie.

-

“How’s the cooking going?” asked Raven.

Damian turned around to face his wife. “Fairly well,” he answered.

Raven nodded. She took in the scene. Pots and pans were on the stove. A large bowl of lettuce sat on the counter. Nearby stood a container of tofu, waiting to be opened.

“Where’s Richard? I thought he’d be cooking as well,” said Raven.

Damian let out a “tt”. He stirred the soup inside a large pot. “Grayson left an hour ago, he said something about napkins.”

“You do know that not everyone here is vegetarian, correct?” questioned Raven as she noticed that there wasn’t a single speck of meat in any of the dishes.

“I also know that they will have to pay for making me cook a meal for twenty people.”

“21, actually,” corrected Raven. “Valkyrie’s running late.”

“And there I thought she would skip like last year.”

Raven grabbed a spare apron. “I suppose it’s up to me to save everyone from eating tofu turkey tonight.”

“How heroic.”

-

“Mother? Father?” called Rashida.

“We’re in the kitchen, ibna,” answered Damian.

“What are you making?” Rashida stood on the tip of her toes and watched as Raven mixed together the stuffing for the turkey.

“Dinner. Would you like to help, love?” asked Raven.

“Actually I can not,” said Rashida.

“And why is that?”

“Mar’i and I are in need of some pots. We’re going to make popcorn the old fashioned way! But instead of making a fire, we’ll be heating it with our powers,” explained Rashida..

“Is anyone supervising you?” asked Damian.

“Of course, Uncle Jason’s helping us.” Rashida pulled a large pot out of the cabinet. “This will do perfectly,” she said. “Good luck on your cooking!”

“Should I be concerned that Jason is overseeing their popcorn-making?” asked Damian.

“You should have some faith in him,” said Raven.

-

“I think we’re done here,” said Raven.

Damian nodded. “This should be enough food for the whole family, including leftovers for everyone to take home.”

They have made a total of twelve different dishes, two-thirds of which are plant-based. Raven have also made five different types of pastries for dessert.

They left the kitchen to join the rest of the family in the living room. Selina was reading a book to her grandchildren. Rashida, however, was not with her cousins, she was throwing knives with her uncle. They took turns throwing from different positions, each time getting bullseye on the target board.

“Why couldn’t our daughter have some non-violent interests,” sighed Raven.

Damian smiled. “She’s the granddaughter of the first Batman and Trigon, and great granddaughter of Ra’s Al Ghul. And I should add that her adoptive grandfather also happens to be Superman. So I would say that throwing a few knives is perfectly fine.”

“I just want her to have a childhood full of peace and innocence, unlike ours,” Raven murmured.

“She is habibti, she is.” Damian held his wife close. They seated themselves on the couch and silently watched the scene before them.

The peace in the room could not be contained for long. Dick burst through the door holding a large bag.

“Guess what I got?” he sang.

Rashida didn’t even spare her uncle a glance. “A bag full of games,” she answered.

“Uh, yeah. Great guess, Rae,” stuttered Dick. It still intrigued him how she knew what was inside. Well she is her parents’ daughter.

Dick laid out the contents on the table. There was a wide variety of games from classic card games to Twister.

The doorbell rang as soon as he took out the last game.

“That must be Val!” Kori rose to answer the door.

A minute later, the said woman arrived in the room. She could’ve been a younger version of Cassandra, except her features are more sharp. The youngest of the Wayne siblings, Valkyrie was adopted at the age of thirteen. That was ten years ago.

She came just like her oldest adoptive brother, holding a large bag. All the kids, including Rashida, ran over to see what was inside.

“Alright, settle down first,” Valkyrie said. She pulled out four colorfully wrapped boxes and handed one to each of the kids.

Mar’i opened her box and gasped in surprise. “Thank you so much Aunt Val! They’re beautiful.” The twelve year old has received silver bracelets, similar to her mother’s, but with detailed markings on them.

When Jackson opened his box, his jaw dropped. Inside was a Build-Your-Own 3-Dimensional Holographic Projector. “Thank you Aunt Val!” said the eight year old.

Jacob’s gift was eight limited edition action figurines. “How did you-? How is this-?” The boy was so shocked to see eight expensive figurines, that were probably worth a hundred dollars each, in front of him.

“I have my ways, little one,” answered Valkyrie.

“Thank you so much,” he said, giving Valkyrie a big hug.

“Your welcome, and please I’d like some personal space.”

Rashida slowly opened her box. Inside was a white cloak. The fabric was quite unusual. It was soft, stretchy, thin, and light. Yet the fabric also felt strong, and sturdy. The bright ruby glowed in the golden clasp. Unlike Raven’s cloak, this one had sleeves. The hems and cuffs of the cloak were embroidered with intricate designs. Rashida slipped on the cloak, it fitted perfectly. “Thank you, Aunt Valkyrie,” said the five year old.

“There are no gifts for your siblings? Wow, how kind of you,” spoke up Jason.

Valkyrie smiled. “Of course not, only ones for the kids,” she pulled out two more boxes, “and the parents.”

Selina and Bruce gave her their thanks then  proceeded to open their gift. Silent received a full set of cat themed jewelry, while Bruce received a grey tie.

“I actually needed a new tie,” he said.