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leos-regression-cove · 2 years ago

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Ha! Jokes on you! The deluge of posts below were actually all #agere fic inspo all along!

Basically (no spoilers no spoilers), I have come to the conclusion (after lots and lots of careful deliberation), that officially, "All The Lessons I Never Learned" takes place in 2014!

Why? + Mobius backstory timeline

All the cultural references I've included up until now, are on track with that year! For example, Thor watches Peppa Pig, Yo Gabba Gabba, and The Wonderpets*, all of which were airing in 2014! (*Wonderpets had finished but it was still being aired) AND it would fit my imagined headcanons of a slightly dated, pre-pandemic New York City and Mobius using a flip phone, or Sylvie enjoying Frozen. All because I'm writing about her kids tablet, and I got mine in 2014 and was using that as a basis! So I started looking for inspiration from M0mspc and then I was like... "but if this is 2014, gay marriage won't be federally legal for another year!!"

So I got even more invested in the old images and started coming up with backstory for Mobius. It's mostly already in the story but like Idk I think the images make a moodboard, so I've made a timeline...

1983:

Mobius enrolls in a police science program but even though he really tries, he can't help but think it isn't what it should be. He stays in it for another year because of this girl he's dating, Ravonna Renslayer. She's in law-- Real law --studying to be a lawyer and he's pretty smitten with her.

June 2003:

Mobius and Ravonna get married. They took a long break after college but the universe seemed to want to push them together. They do all the typical couples things because they feel like they're supposed to. They have the big fancy wedding that everyone expects them to. They get a starter home. It isn't super suburban, but it's suburban enough. They both need to get to work easily, so they're in the city. They're happy like this it's the American dream. It's supposed to make them both happy. Mobius has been working in business for about 20 years now and is celebrating 15 years at his company. He hasn't moved up that much... but that's alright.

December 2007:

Mobius gets his first digital camera for Christmas. He takes photos of everything for the next several years but never develops a real eye for photography. He's been married to Ravonna for about 4 and a half years now. Things are going... fine. But not well. They're really more of friends and they know mutually that they're drifting apart but won't say it out loud. No one's abusive or especially mean, but they just aren't made for each other. They stay together because Ravonna brings home a good chunk of money and Mobius is good at making dinners and showing that he cares, even if he isn't a particularly intimate husband.

Late 2008/early 2009:

In a last ditch effort to fix their marriage, Mobius and Ravonna finally make the decision to adopt a little. They've gone back and forth on whether they wanted kids, littles, or just a dog, but something came up and they take home Sylvie. Because he makes a little less money, Mobius stays home to take care of her for the first few months. Ravonna, as much as she loves Sylvie, just isn't around enough to be a super present, driving force in her life. They go out as a family some weekends and on occasion Ravonna can take over for few hours but it's mostly just Sylvie and Mobius. Around this time Mobius also discovers that he's gay and makes a couple stops at The Barracuda drag lounge when Ravonna says she'll watch Sylvie.

2010:

Ravonna and Mobius separate and Ravonna moves to Pennsylvania for a new job offering. It's an amicable divorce and Mobius gets custody of Sylvie with a decent sized alimony/little-support check. He moves into an smaller, older apartment with cheap rent for Manhattan. He lets Sylvie paint her own room. It's a hideous green but... eh... everything in the place kind of was so he didn't beat himself up too bad about cleaning up when she drew on the walls or got slime in the carpet.

December 2013:

For her birthday, Sylvie gets a Samsung kids tablet. She loves it. It's almost the only piece of modern technology in the little apartment: Mobius still has a flip phone, and a landline, there's a family computer in the kitchen, and there's an intercom box in the apartment that doesn't work and just makes staticy noises and has never been fixed, Sylvie has a cheap, chunky CRTV in her room, and even the one in the living room is a pretty primitive flat (read: "thinner") screen. She's in love with the device and can't wait to show everything she can do on it to her papa.

April 2014:

Mobius lands a new job at some Norwegian company. What do they make? He couldn't really tell you but it's an office management position, it's closer to home and Sylvie's little school, and the salary is almost double. It's a dream-come true for him.

early June 2014:

Mobius meets Loki. Well, they've met casually, but Loki needs to go on a trip and asks him for the days off. (<- Hey! That's the first chapter of the fic!)

early August 2014:

Mobius runs into Loki at a playgroup for littles and introduces Sylvie and Thor. They hit it off!

November 2014:

All caught up with where I am in the fic.

Loki and Mobius both understand that the other has some romantic interest, but they haven't really actually talked about it yet and are putting it off because they're scared that it might be awkward if maybe they were wrong the whole time. Neither of them is exactly totally, openly, out of the closet (Loki is struggling with his genderfluidity and Mobius is still working on calling himself openly gay, especially since until now, he's never really met anyone he'd consider actually getting into a relationship with), but they're both pretty on board spending a lot of time with the other. You could cut the romantic tension with a knife but you'll just have to suffer for a few more chapters (it's not forever!!!).

Anyway yes this is all from the images and my accursed brain.

#agere fic inspo #apologies for this post. It's 10pm and I'm a little stoned #long post #marvel agere #fanfic headcanons #are they technically OC's at this point? Are we that far from canon at this point?#Loki agere #agere headcanons #sort of?#au fanfiction

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 4 years ago

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White Lies (Pt. 08 of 21)

Pairing: Keanu Reeves X Reader

Word count: 3 K

Summary: Keanu found the girl almost dead, in the wrecks of what was once her car. While she was in surgery, stuck in a coma, he gathered the best doctors of New York to attend to her. They told him she is likely to have some kind of brain damage, what may lead to memory loss. And this possibility added up wit the fact that she's pregnant, made the council come up with an odd idea. They asked Keanu to pretend to be her husband, since the stress of finding out everything that happened could put the baby in danger. He reluctantly agreed, but only if she does has some kind of memory loss. He still goes she'll wake up soon, with her memories intact.

But when you finally wake up, there's nothing inside. You're quick to find your head is empty, void, like a blank canvas. The only thing that brings you some relief, that makes you feel less lonely is the mention of a husband. And you can't wait to meet him, because you know you can't deal with this by yourself.

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“I like Clarissa.” You say, agreeing with Keanu on his suggestion. You're walking home after your morning walk around the neighborhood, and you have your arm on his, panting a little. Keanu wants it to be a girl, and you want a boy, so there's a little bet going on, but neither of you chose what the prize will be yet. “And if it's a boy I like Henry. A name fit for a king.” Glancing at him, you smile.

“I like it too.”

“Great. But we still have some time.” Week 14 has started, and you're only keeping track of it so perfectly because Keanu has a calendar on the fridge, where he counts the days and weeks. It also helps that the e-book you have tells you everything that's happening at the moment, and you usually read it together at the beginning of the weeks. “But...” You stop by the house, sitting down on the steps that lead to the door. “We need to buy some stuff. Not only baby stuff but some pregnancy stuff too.”

Keanu settles down beside you, handing you the water bottle he was carrying, from which you take a sip. “What is it you need?”

“Uhm... Everything I have is getting a little tight. It'll only get worse with time. And...” Clearing your throat, you blush a little, playing with the bottle. “I need bras. Mine are getting small and my breasts are a bit tender so I can't take them squeezing me anymore.”

“Oh.” He sounds a little embarrassed too, what makes you giggle. “Let's go then.�� Offering you a hand, he pulls you back at your feet. “Let's shower and head out.”

“Alright.“ You stand there for a while, and you know it's just because he always lets you get in first. But you decide to tiptoe, stepping closer to place a soft peck on his lips before moving inside.

After washing yourself from the thin layer of sweat from the walk, you put on jeans, comfortable white sneakers, and a pink blouse. Deciding to let your hair down, you make your way downstairs, finding Keanu waiting for you in the living room. “Hope I didn't make you wait for too long.” You say, making your presence known. He stands up from the couch, eyes finding you. “Because I have no excuse.” Gesturing at your clothes, way too simple, you shrug your shoulders.

“You look beautiful.” His words make you blush, and you start making the way to the garage.

Keanu opens the passenger door for you to get inside before walking around the car to take his place. You like that he's a simple man, unlike most of the celebrities out there. He drives his car, does his own stuff. He surprises you every day, and sometimes you even forget he's an actor. A very good one.

As he speeds through the city, you can't help but feel excited. You've been procrastinating for a while, but now you can't wait for it. Your stomach is starting to swell, your baby is growing, and you want to start getting things ready. The accident is turning into a distant memory now, as you allow the pregnancy to be the main event of your life. Because it is. You still have a lot of trips to the hospital every week, and Keanu is as careful and protective as he has been since the beginning, but you feel good. Things are amazing with him, moving at a slow but comfortable pace. And you're happy. Beyond happy.

Keanu's heart has been beating faster ever since they got into the store. It's huge, with several different departments. He intended to let her chose everything since he keeps telling himself over and over again this isn't his child. But the lines are starting to blur in his head, and he caught himself thinking the baby to be his.

“Which one do you like best?” She asks him, standing in between two pale beige cribs. (Y/N) wants to add color on the decoration, and of course, he agreed. “I can't choose.”

It warms his heart that she wants him to participate. But of course she does. To her, he's her husband. “This one.” He says, walking over to the crib on her left. “We'll have it delivered at our place.”

“Great.” And she smiles before turning around and continuing further into the store. But she didn't see the mountain of a man she left behind, holding his breath, eyes focused on her back. (Y/N) was clueless about the war happening inside his heart, constantly. Slowly, Keanu comes back to Earth, signaling at some of the women who work here. He didn't notice she was staring at him, too busy focused on (Y/N).

“I want this crib, please.” He politely says, and the woman quickly types something on her tablet.

“Done, Mr. Reeves.” Of course she knew his name, it didn't surprise him. “Anything else?” Her voice gets softer, like some sort of whine. Was she trying to seduce him? Probably. Keanu is well aware of how some women act around him, but this time, she's nothing to him. Just a speck of dust compared to the woman he's staring at now, peacefully looking at strollers, a hand resting on her belly, which just started to swell.

“Yes.” He says. “Come with me, please. We'll be buying some things today.”

“It'll be my pleasure.” She chants, a smirk on her face that Keanu doesn't even see as he starts making his way over (Y/N).

“This one is the best,” Keanu says, getting (Y/N)'s attention. She quickly looks at him. “I was reading about it.”

“This one it'll be then.” She says, flashing him another smile. (Y/N) is especially happy today. Her eyes leave him for a short while, finding the woman. He gets confused at the expression on her face before she turns away. “I wanted to see some clothes, but since we don't know the sex yet, I don't know what color to pick.”

“We can wait until we know.” He suggests and she nods.

As they move through the store, signaling to the woman everything they want, Keanu quickly noticed (Y/N)'s reaction to the employee following them around. It was only after she snapped at the woman that he noticed it himself, that she was trying to discreetly flirt with him.

“Ke, the doctor said I'll need one of those things.” (Y/N) says in a low voice, shyly gesturing at her breasts.

“A breast pump.” He states. “There's another store on the third floor. Let's check there.” Keanu is done with the woman annoying (Y/N), so he pays up for everything, leaves the address for it to be delivered, and guides (Y/N) outside, to the other store.

It's slightly smaller and more focused on the pregnant woman than on the baby, but they succeeded on buying everything for the baby for now.

She easily finds another woman to help her around, way more kind, thankfully, and, as they talk, Keanu follows then around. He eventually stops by some blankets, wondering if she'd want any of them. After some minutes, he resumes following her, but (Y/N) is gone. Keanu feels embarrassed for a while, having lost her in the store. Walking to the back, he sighs in relief when he finds her, looking at some lingerie. For a moment he wonders if he should interrupt, trying not to think too much about what may be in her head.

Shaking his head lightly, he decides to walk over to her. “Did you like it?” He asks, gesturing at the black and light pink pair of underwear she was starting at.

(Y/N)'s cheeks go red when she looks up at him. “N-no. I mean...” She mutters, letting go of the soft fabric. “...Do you like it?” She sounds uncertain, and it's cute the way her cheeks and neck turn into a reddish color.

Keanu doesn't want to answer. He doesn't want to imagine her in this lingerie, but it's too late now. The image is already burning through his head. He was just about to run from the subject when he remembers the lie he's into. And he is tired of lying. “I did. You'll look wonderful in it, but you don't have to buy it if you don't want and if you do, you don't have to wear it for me.” He couldn't help explaining it further, making sure she doesn't feel weird about it.

(Y/N) turns at the lingerie again, thoughtful. “Just this one.” She finally mumbles. “Mrs. Jackson already helped me chose some bras for the rest of the pregnancy and some for after. You know, those that you can pull down to feed the baby...” She's blushing all over again, and Keanu has to bite back a smile.

They have many bags when they leave the store, and Keanu's heart is filled with joy. He always wanted kids, but he never met the right woman. And let's be honest, time was passing. He only wishes this was real. But nevertheless, he loved doing this. He didn't know, or he pretended he didn't, but he was losing it. He was sinking further and further into the lie he created.

Staring at the big mirror you have on the wall of your bedroom, you check how the bra looks. It's not that bad, super comfortable, and it'll have some space for when your breasts grow more. Because they will according to the doctors. You're just about to walk over the edge of the bed to pick your shirt and put it on when the door opens and Keanu comes in.

You stop on your tracks, freezing, quickly crossing your arms. “I'm sorry, I should've knocked.” Keanu is fast to apologize, moving to leave.

“No, wait.” You burst out, running a hand through your hair. He turns back at you, eyes locked on yours. He's trying not to look, that much is pretty clear. Keanu is... Unbelievable. If you didn't want him at all, he'd never push you, he'd forever keep a distance. Taking a deep breath, you put both hands on your hips. “W-what do you think?” It's a stupid question. The bra is nothing special. Just a gray cotton fabric with thin straps, designed to offer some support. “I know it's super simple but...”

“You look absolutely beautiful.” He answers, slowly walking closer, but eyes are still locked on yours.

“Ke... You can look.” It comes out as a whisper, so you clear your throat. “You can look, I don't mind.”

There's this thing about Keanu, a sensation that only gets more intense. When he's away, you want him near, and when he's standing near, you want him even closer. Shyly, you take his hand, running your fingers through his skin.

Stepping forward, ending the distance in between your bodies, you raise your head to look into his eyes. “You can touch me.” The words are a living thing, and there's something in you pushing it out. You didn't know you were that brave... Maybe you're not. But this man is your husband, and you have no idea how you managed to marry someone so incredible. Placing his hand on your side, his fingertips burn on your skin.

Keanu's hand slides from your waist to the small of your back as he pulls you to him, making you collide against his chest. That's when you see his eyes traveling down, lingering just for a while. But it's enough to make you blush hard, a weird knot building on your stomach. “You're absolutely beautiful.” He repeats in a low, soft voice. You can't help but feel self-conscious under his stare, but your thoughts are quick to melt away when Keanu kisses you.

It's soft and slow at first, but you suddenly grow impatient, and you tiptoe, wanting to even climb on him if possible, anything to be closer, to be on him somehow. Deepening the kiss, you start walking backward, pulling him without breaking the kiss. Keanu's hands are all over you, but never moving too far. He's good at this, controlling himself. But you're not. You're running your hands through his chest, grabbing a fistful of his shirt and forcing him to move. You're too lost in him to notice where exactly you were going, so when the back of your legs reaches the bed, you fall back, awkwardly bringing Keanu with you.

A laugh escapes both your lips as he fixes himself on top of you, carefully moving you further into the middle of the bed. But soon enough you realize the position you put yourself into, and you blush, noticing how Keanu clears his throat, lifting his body a little, so his weight won't be on you. But you don't want him to go anywhere. You're still catching your breath, intoxicated by him.

“Sorry I made you fall.”

“It's alright.” He mutters. Biting your lip, you take in his dark eyes set on you. And his body, hovering over yours. “Were you jealous? Earlier today, of that woman at the store?”

Chuckling, you nod. “I guess I was. She was pretty.” Your comment, giving him a small smile.

“She's nothing compared to you, sweetheart.” Keanu kisses you again, but this time, he starts placing kisses along your jaw. He does it slowly though, as if waiting for you to stop him. But you won't. And a gasp leaves your mouth when his lips begin to move down your neck, all the way to your collarbone.

Closing your eyes, you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, the need of having him only growing, but an annoying, beeping noise snaps you out of the stupor, and Keanu stops, placing a peck to your lips before pushing himself up. “Someone's calling you.” He says as you lie there, catching your breath.

“Who? I don't know anyone.” Sighing, you push yourself into a sitting position before stretching your arm to take your phone from the nightstand. “Laura.” You mutter. “Oh. We planned on going to that cute vintage coffee shop I told you about.”

“I remember.” He leans closer, a finger under your chin to pull you into another kiss. “Go and have fun, beautiful.”

Biting your lip, you nod, feeling way too many butterflies flying around.

Keanu leaves you at the coffee shop where you meet Laura. She has been your best friend, and you're always seeing each other. She often goes to visit you, and you went to her place a few times too. The coffee shop is cute, and you have a bittersweet chocolate pie. The sun is setting, but its golden light is hidden away by some heavy clouds. There's a storm coming tomorrow.

“So...” She sing-songs when she finishes her smoothie. “How's everything with Keanu freaking Reeves?” Giggling, you look down at your empty plate. “You're blushing, my friend.”

“Well... Your call kinda interrupted us.” Speaking in a low voice, you glance at her. Laura has a weird expression on her face, a little scared, a little confused. It reminds you of Lucia the first time she visited. “Is something wrong?”

“No, no.” She snaps out of it, clearing her throat. “What do you mean by interrupting?”

“Oh, it wasn't...” Shaking your head no, you bite your lower lip. “We were kissing... On the bed and... I don't know exactly what would've happen if we kept going.” Putting a strand of hair behind your ear, you sigh.

“You're falling for him, aren't you?” She asks, smiling a little.

“Yes. I'm falling all over again.” You're still speaking when some loud voices get your attention. Looking at the doors, you notice a group of people trying to push themselves in. “What's that?”

As you stand up, the group finally breaks in, and there isn't much time to think when you see the sea of people coming your way. Moving backward, you stand next to Laura.

“Mrs. Reeves, a few words, please.” A tall woman asks, and dozens of microphones and cellphones pointed at your face.

“Uhm... Alright.” You mutter as they surround you.

The flashes start, and the sudden lights make you feel dizzy. “Nobody knew about your existence until the accident. Why did you and Keanu Reeves kept the secret?”

“We wanted to keep it private. A-away from the public.” You mumble, trying to smile a little.

“Is it true you lost your memory?” A man asks.

“Yes.” Nodding, you run a hand through your hair as they move even closer. You don't want to answer. They don't have to know that.

“Will you and Keanu go on with the marriage or will you break apart?” Another flash and you close your eyes shut for a while, trying to steady yourself, your stomach feeling sick.

“We're... We're fine.” You mutter.

“Is it true you're pregnant?”

“Yes.”

“Will you ever recover your memories?”

“I don't know.”

“(Y/N)!” Laura says, and you feel her hands holding both your shoulders, and that's the only thing that makes you notice you almost fell. “Are you alright?”

“Mrs. Reeves, are there any risk that you could lose the child?”

It takes you some time to process the question, hands holding on the nearest chair, knuckles getting white. Trying to catch your breath, you take Laura's hand. “N-no.” You whisper, hoping they can hear it.

“Who are you, Mrs. Reeves? Can you tell us who you were before?”

“No, I don't–” Your legs fail and you collapse on the floor, your knees hitting the tiles hard. There's a yell coming from the journalists, and you see through their shadows as they come closer to get a good take of you on the floor.

“(Y/N), let's go,” Laura says, trying to pull you up.

Shaking your head no, you stay on the floor, their voices, their questions making your head spin around violently.

“I can't.” Voice barely a whisper, you feel your body shutting down you lower yourself to the floor. It doesn't take much until you see black, and then all your senses are overwhelmed as you fall into unconsciousness.

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dana-chan-the-control-brain · 4 years ago

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Happy new year everyone 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

I know 2020 has been hard for everyone.

And I want everyone to know, suffering isn't a contest and we all suffer in different ways. But I feel I should give my year in Review. Just some things that happened to me personally.

This was an intense, and long and spiritual and emotional journey for me...

I really discovered what it meant to have community, family and what my life means to me.

But I feel I need to get this in writing cause I can remember the year with vivid detail and I will probably forget if I don't get it down.

Do I have to share this publically online to my tumblr account for a bunch of strangers to see? not really.

Do I want to?

Yes. I think so. Just from how so many people on tumblr and real life have touched me.

This is kinda long and no one needs to read this.

(idk how to do a readmore on mobile. But this is where I would add it later. No one needs to read if they don't want to.)

January/February: (and some background on the last five years of my life cause.....well. it's important.)

As people knew, I got way into Invader Zim last summer. I spent most of my waking life working a dead end job at a grocery store. I lived a sad lonely life, going straight home to a single dark studio apartment. With not many material possessions outside of games, my laptop and my tablet to my name. Half of my material loves, such as home furnishings and books were still in boxes from when I moved in. In case I ever had to move again, or get some "big screenshot or copywriter" job in the city.

....

I lived in that city in the same dead end job and apartment for five years.

No friends. No social life. I often refused to make doctor appointments or attempt to establish myself in that city. I didn't even talk to anyone in my workplace.

Work. Go online. Go to sleep.

I lived like that for five years.

I thought it was good.

Even my therapist thought I was doing well.

When I really wasn't. My main character flaw I struggle with is motivation.

I can talk to someone about very detailed plans I have to fix a problem... But I tend to never follow through.

Just because I can describe in detail how to fix my personal problems, it doesn't mean I will do it.

(I have gotten better at this but it's a major struggle)

I might have been a Zombie during the day...

But by night I was pouring my soul into my AU and my analysis.

After being so thoughly ignored or overlooked by the Naruto fandom and the Undertale fandom, I felt like I had finally found my home and was settling into a community there.

I just loved that people loved what I had to say.

Especially my AU.

It's no secret that a lot of themes in my au revolve around found family, grief, and loss.......

Fatherhood, in particular.

What it means to be a father, how much do you need to try when you mess up, how willing should a child forgive their parent, especially those that have wronged you and how much of it is factually accurate and simply a self projection of what children want their parents to be and visa versa... What amount of forgiveness and change is nessasary...is it needed?

....

It's no secret that a lot of my AU is a giant coping mechanism for my Dad's death. Espessially the falling out and growing closer with a lot of my family members throughout the years following his death. (Most of the time I keep it ambiguous to how it relates to my personal life unless I include a readmore that states so outright. I feel my au can be enjoyed by a variety of people in the fandom who don't need to know me as a person or my life story.)

My Dad passed away in 2016 in February and my family still feels the aftershocks to this day.

It's part of the reason I moved to the city, alienated myself from my family and people that loved me and refused to experience life for five years.

My entire world was Zim, and I was okay.

March: When America finally realized and started to feel the effects of the pandemic....

A lot of people got scared.

Me included.

I didn't have any streaming services or access to the news. So I only heard accounts from my mom.

I didn't understand why the store was so dead quiet and empty for a few days, then it went into mass chaos and panic in the span of two days.

It felt like Retail black friday in the worst way. Everyone was packed like sardines. Everyone was yelling. The lines at the registers bled into the clothing department.

I was witness to customers shoving others for toilet paper, being rude to cashier's and just overall unpleasantness.

At the time, I didn't even fully grasp what the pandemic was, and I feel a lot of people at the time didn't either.

I ended up absentmindedly scratching my eyebrow in front of a customer and she screamed and villanised me for it. That they didn't want groceries touched by my "unclean hands"

I ended up breaking down into tears.

The customer behind me gave me a hug and told me I was doing a great job.

But the damage was done. It was the final straw, I couldn't stop crying and I was breaking apart.

Thankfully my Boss (the one who likes me) pulled me aside and asked what's wrong.

It was then that I quit. No notice. Same day. I had to get out of there.

I was planning to move to an apartment with my sister in the summer, but my Mom offered for me to move back in with her temperarily just so I can get out of the city and away from the pandemic.

So I did.

I got scared, broke my lease a month early and quit my job of five years that gave me nothing back.

He told me, "take care of yourself and your family, I won't keep you here, do what you need to do."

So I did.

April-June:

A very eventful few months.

My mom offered for me to live at her place, but for some reason she was acting like I would live there forever. That this wasn't a temporary arrangement, and that I didn't have an apartment set up already.

This was in large part to my sister, who had lived with my mom taking advantage of her for years.

Even though my sister and I were going to move in together, I was just never sure about it cause of how she never packed her stuff or made any effort to find a job.

My mom often acted like I was lazy and not searching and was treating me like... Well, an unruly teenager instead of a woman of 29 years. She acted like I was a failure for returning home when it was her idea in the first place.

I would have just been petrified in the city.

Like usual, I retreated to my au again.... And in the spring, something eventful happened.

In may, 8th 2020:

I was invited by @rissynicole to join an invader zim discord.

Now, I've never really used discord before. I always thought it's interface is too confusing.. and I'm a member of a few other iz discords and I usually don't follow them that closely.

Rissy assured me it was different cause some friends of thiers made it and it was smaller.

Before I knew it, I was sharing memes and getting to know everyone there.

It wasn't long after I invited my partner in IZ crimes, @paketdimensioncomic who was genuinely wary of iz servers due to a bad experience with the last one they were a part of.

But soon they were sharing memes and laughing with everyone else.

My eyes were starting to open and I was able to connect to fans of my work in an interpersonal way. And I was able to discover new artists and aus I never knew about.

I was also able to meet so many others of the community and invite them to the server myself.

The moo-ping 10 server kept me sane while I was living with my judgmental mother.

Not only that, the summer was very productive for my au.

Drawing was all I did, and it was a huge break from the job as a cashier I had.

Not only that, June came, and with it, me and Ceph's first collab fic:

A result of us just going back and forth in our DMs constantly about Professor Membrane and how he changed in ETF for the better and how much we adamantly stan "trying-to-be-a-good-dad-brane" and how much of his ETF development has to be implied off screen in order for the emotional resolution in the movie to matter.

The only reason I never professed my love for Membrane as a character in the fandom before the fic dropped was.... Well....

Membrane can be a decisive character in the fandom and I was so worried people would hate me if I did an analysis on him, simply because he's not the best parent in the world. (As an understatement)

Ceph and I really encouraged each other to scream our love for the science himbo loud and proud more frequently and so often.... I actually start to see less Membrane hate posts and breakdowns then their used to be.... I like to think it's a combination of Me and Ceph's influence, along with ETF and the Quarterly's painting Membrane in a slightly more nuanced light then he was previously.

I never wrote a collab fic before and it's such a rewarding and fun and unique experience that I don't think I'll ever have again. And I love working with Ceph on our fics so much.

So much so we did it again...

July-August:

I never thought I would be one of those people who writes NSFW IZ fic... But here I am.

The Brainbrane au started.... An au of my au where Membrane and the Computer fall in love and Membrane makes him a body.

This ship was based around the idea where we joked that Membrane and Zim's Computer would have funny interactions if they ever met, under the pretense Membrane thinks Computer is Zim's parent.

Our headcanons morphed and shifted until we just full blown started shipping them.

Just because Membrane and Zim's Computer have overall REALLY entertaining chemistry.

It's a character dynamic never seen in the show or comics (yet) and I imagine thier interactions to be nothing but entertaining banter.

The fic was also born from spite... Making fun of the troupes and cliches that we found personally destestible in some questionable zadr fics.

So an angry ace and a demi-bisexual collab on a porn and end up blessing the fandom with

Compapa headcanons,

Computer being recognized as a more common used fanon character,

The ship of Brainbrane.

The fandom having a crisis of "oh God, not only are we xenophiles we're technophiles too!!!" Or "why you gotta give Zim's Computer an ass"

More android Computer designs

It was an eventful summer.

In the midst of all this, I moved into my new place, got a new job, and I was able to see my friend (who is def my platonic straight soul mate) who lives in Indiana.

She came to visit, showed me how to decorate and how to take care of my body better! Things were looking up! It was great.

September-November:

My job was at a boat store. If was approaching the fall and my hours were being severely cut.

I was getting into a rut of depression again.

I thought things were changing but the same routine I was trying to escape from was the same thing coming back.

But instead of letting it take hold, I decided I was going to do something about it... I was gonna visit a museum and go with my sister. Just... variety stimulation.

Well that didn't happen.

I talked about this shortly in my au itself...but..

My sister had a complete mental breakdown.

She stopped taking her meds, went off the deep end and was in the hospital a total of five times throughout November.

A lot of it was acting out and the perfect storm of environmental factors that made her scream and act out so she would keep going back to the hospital.

It was traumatizing for me.

I just can't explain what it's like. For her and for me to be in that position.

I'm not telling the full story and a lot of bullshit things happened I won't share here.

She got diagnosed with bipolar one and my mom expected me to be a caretaker for her.

I threatened to disown my family and move away out of state.

It was just too much for me to handle.

So much I was a nervous wreck.

I tried to pick up a second job... Cause my sister was in the mental ward so frequently and couldn't pay the bills.

But I was fired within a week cause I was so stressed I couldn't retain the basic information they were training me for.

It was an office job.

My dream.

It could have been.

I was fired from something I really wanted.

I was only there for three days.

I could not retain any information.

I was a mess.

My sister was a trigger, my mom wanted me to live with her. I couldn't live like this.... I had to get out.

I had to get out.

December:

Remember my Indiana friend?

Well the first week of December is my birthday.

My 30th to be exact.

While I did pick up a seasonal position at Target (not my first pick)

I took the first week of December off so I could spend time with her. Cause she agreed, I needed a break from this crap.

Surviving 30 years is cause to celebrate and if I had to celebrate with my sister I would have cried.

I know there was a risk traveling out of state during a pandemic...

But I needed out, I needed a friend..

And I kinda wanted to look at the place since I was considering moving there.

My friend's mom was sick so she avoided me and her daughter and got us a hotel room.

It was fun! I got to swim in a salt water pool, we talked about Naruto, I showed her the iz and su art books I brought, also Computer and Membrane tea.

I also got to meet her other friends and get crunk. And her bf who is super nice and funny!

I had a super fun birthday....

Until her mom told my friend that her grandparents had covid and that was what she had. And my friend got sick within that same day.... As did I.

I owe so much to her family.

I was an entire state away...about a ten hour drive from home.... She let me stay at her house. "The covid house" we called it.

Cause everyone (except the father. He avoided everyone and booked a hotel immediately cus he was an ER doctor) had covid within a day.

I called in, the test results were positive and I had to stay with her family for ten days quarantine before I could work again.

Which would have been fine....

If my tumblr didn't log me out perminately of my old account. @dana-chan325 .... Which really sucked cause I had a constant headache and was too sick to engage with tumblr or much of the fandom. I didn't want to make a new account when my head was in a bad fog and I could barely breathe or smell.

It's not like I saw much of my friend either.... We all slept at different hours and she had more symptoms then I did.

It was just netflix, danganronpa v3 and cry.

I was miserable, but at the same time.... Not?

I really feel like God himself was the one who pulled me off from tumblr, and my living situation.

Maybe a whole extra week feeling like a bobblehead was what I needed.

It gave me some much needed clarity on my relationships with my mom and sis and friend.

Running away to Indiana was not the solution here.

Once I was better within ten days and no longer had a leave of absence, I drove home.

I am glad I fully recovered (but from how I understand it, my dear friend is still ill. I'm praying for her)

I might have gone to work a bit too soon, cause I had an asthma attack after trying to unload a single cart in the span of six hours.

My boss lectured that my speed was unacceptable, and even though I explained the covid situation and breathing problems many times, she threatened that I'd be fired if I'm that slow again.

Que the next few days of work where they put me on register.

Instantly I was sent into a panic remembering the last time I was on the register and how that panic attack caused me to quit.

I even asked if I could go back to stocking, since my breathing had improved. My boss assured me that I was put on the register cause they needed help and nothing to do with my covid thing.

Then as December concluded and the new year began, my boss said that this was the last shift for me cause my position was seasonal and they were letting a lot of people go.

I then asked why I was on the schedule for Sunday, and he told me to ignore it and I'm free to reapply for full-time.

I mean.... They can act smart about it...

But putting your general merchandise stocker onto register after she had an asthma attack and missed working the first two weeks of December due to covid.....

Not a good look.

So once again, I'm jobless once more.

Will probably continue to live with my sister for awhile.

But I do not feel as if it's a bad thing....

I met so many good people this year....

My friend's family even gave me 500 usd to cover my rent since I couldn't work for a majority of December.

I've seen evil and good from humanity this year. I've seen acts of god, good friends and what my real family means to me as well as friends I consider family.

This year really made me look back at the person in the mirror and say,

"I deserve better."

And actually worked for it this time.

Oh and after Christmas I got a horrible yeast infection that burns over most of my body currently.

Very accurate doodle to the pain I'm in right now.

(seriously my body is a fungus.)

But hey, good news, I respected myself enough to go to the doctor about it!!

So that's progress.

I really hope 2021 holds good things for me.

Thank you to the mooping 10 server for always being there and keeping me sane,

Thank you tumblr for liking my au and everything.

AND A SUPER SPECIAL THANK YOU TO @evartandadam and her family for housing me and my dumb diseased ass. Everyone, she is an angel and I can't express how much she means to me. Please check out her art and buy her stuff on redbubble.

Anyways... Byebye 2020.

I look forward to what I can accomplish for myself this year.

#danachan's posts #personal stuff #new year post #tw: covid #tw: yeast infection

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danganronpedits-archived · 5 years ago

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Kin Matchup Maybe?? I'm sorry If I come off as Awkward, First time asking for a kin Matchup (preferably Danganronpa, or the DRA/SDRA2 fangans!!). I'm a INTJ personality type, Although I'm a huge simp at times, over Certain characters and people. I'm kind of cold to people, and I'm Awkward when I talk to people I admire. I do a lot of cooking, I'm a huge Nerd over Food and Baking, But I'm also a nerd over random facts and Books. I'm Kind of Self deprecating at times. I'm sorry for the length-

!!! i totally can! don’t feel too bad about feeling awkward, anon- i’m always a bit awkward in these, since i feel like they’re not that good, hehe... i haven’t ever asked for a matchup either. thanks for requesting, and having that bravery, anon! please know that i’m not *super* familiar with the fangan side of this, so if i got anything wrong that’s my mistake!! please let me know ! without further ado...

let’s start off with a bang! first off, i match you with...

maki harukawa!

being more familiar with danganronpa, maki was the first character that jumped to me as i was reading your descriptkin! both of you seem a bit stiff and awkward, and even a little cold, not exactly on purpose but rather just because... you’re that way. for your own reasons, regardless of what they are! and, though it’s light spoilers, the fact that maki went with “child caretaker” as her fabricated talent, i wouldn’t be surprised if that means she has many skills in, well, taking care of kids! like being good at cooking, as well as being able to read out loud to younger ones. while i wouldn’t call them big hobbies of hers, both of you likely share interests and skill in both of these!

i feel like she’s definitely awkward, specifically when it comes to people that she admires which is why i bring it up- maki does have deeper insecurities and she tends to not really know how to react whenever she does grow fond of someone. however, i think that she was a lot rougher with them rather than just awkward at the beginning, so i’d more associate you with a post-arc maki, just wanted to add. the two of you do have underlying insecurities though, as i was saying earlier, and can occasionally point out those self-perceived flaws. i hope that the both of you are able to be more self-accepting, though !! a

from the first danganronpa another, i match you with...

yuki maeda!

this might be sort of short, since i don’t really know him too well, but both of you do seem to be a bit awkward and stiff, and can come off as cold. this is mostly because of yuki’s mix of will and sometimes forgetting his manners- but i think that both of you do try to be good, and honest people !! he also seems sort of like a nerd, haha, probably the most average out of the rest of his classmates. again, not to call you average, but that he has less extravagant hobbies than the others! i wouldn’t be surprised if he has some expertise in cooking because he’s simply old enough to where he’s expected to, or that he likes reading books because he’s a person who enjoys studying! he also seems more introverted, another thing the two of you share!

especially in terms of other ultimates compared to himself, yuki can be rather self deprecating, as well as awkward around others. he tends to feel overwhelmed by the presence of other ultimates(he definitely simps for them at times, too), as he doesn’t see his talent as being worthy of comparison to theirs, and is somewhat self-deprecating when it comes to his luck. i wouldn’t be surprised if this is something similar to what you experience, when you’re around someone that you admire! but i’d imagine that both of you are able to warm up to those kinds of people over time, haha.

from super danganronpa another 2, i match you with...

kokoro mitsume!

so... compared to the others, i have a lot less to go off of when it comes to kokoro versus maki and yuki. however, you still reminded me a lot of her when i was watching a sdra2 playthrough to get a better read on the cast! both of you do seem somewhat stiff and awkward around others, introverted and struggling to properly express what you feel. though we don’t really see kokoro actively admiring someone, i’d imagine that she’d be very awkward and unfamiliar in a situation where someone’s skills caught her off guard. she’s *definitely* an introvert.

on top of this, while we don’t know how much she cooks, i believe she’s the mother of another character which i assume means needing that knowledge. plus, there are lots of sprites where she’s either holding or reading from a tablet- heck, that’s even the example sprite of her i used. she definitely likes to read, and her being one of the smartest characters in the game, she probably also knows a lot of random facts the way that you do! the only real differences i see in you and her is that she isn’t really openly affectionate, and she seems to have a fair amount of confidence in herself- especially due to her talent.

you also remind me a lot of jataro kemuri, somewhat of hajime hinata, and a bit of tsumugi shirogane, all from danganronpa! from the fangans, you remind me of mikako kurokawa from the first, and a bit of emma magorobi from the second!

whew! okay, that’s the first one! i’m sorry that it took so long, anon ><!! but i hope that it was helpful! please remember that you know best, and if there’s any info you want added or changed, just let me know !!

-mod tsu, wishing you all a happy pride month!

#kin matchup #anonnie #danganronpa kin #danganronpa another kin #dr kin #dra kin #ask #request finished #anon

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marieadeledracherambles · 3 years ago

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Welcome To The Infodump Zone!

Hi! Welcome to the blog! I'm Marie-Adele Drache, she/her, and I'm an aspiring fantasy/sci-fi author who just really wants to talk about her stuff without talking over others.

FAQ (frequently anticipated questions):

Q: What is this? A: This is my solution to wanting to ramble, but feeling bad about sending walls of text or otherwise overtaking whichever Discord channel set me off. It's just a place for me to ramble about my work!

Q: Is that your real name? A: Lol, no, I wish. It's a pen name so I can keep my personal and public life separate.

Q: What's your gender/sexuality? A: I am a cis aroace woman! Relatedly, this is a safe blog for trans people, aroace people, and other marginalized minorities.

Q: What do you write? A: Genres: Fantasy, urban fantasy, and science fiction, as well as fanfiction! Tropes: found family and aggressive adoption, hurt/comfort, happy endings! Themes: together is better than apart, friendship is magic and the key to saving the world, there's always a chance to change, we'll have to work for it but the future is bright.

Q: What are you working on right now? A: I bounce between projects at random, but right now:

-The Realms of Infinite Wonder series, which is set in a superhero/comics universe where superheroes are a real career, there's so many dimensions, anything can happen, and tropes and narrative are just how the world works. (I'm on Book 2; Book 1 is in editing hell)

-The Crystal Coffin, an urban fantasy/cyberpunk fusion that centers on Rayanie, a fledgling monster hunter who finds herself gaining strange powers that she wants to keep hidden so she isn't more ostracized than she already is. Meanwhile, she and her new team are working to try to stop a vampire countess from breaking the Pax and crushing humanity under her heel, where she believes they belong. (Currently in editing hell, but almost ready to send off to an editor!)

-Buying Hope, a fanfic of the webtoon Warrior High/Yongsa High that takes the premise (which is already so up my alley it's almost got my address on it) and runs with it in an entirely different direction! Featuring cool battle scenes, friendship, and teens being terrors.

Q: Who does the art? A: Is me! Please excuse some amateurishness, I just got my tablet and I'm still getting used to it.

Q: What do you use for art? A: A Hyperia Inspiro and FireAlpaca (the latter on my sister's recommendation--she's the more experienced digital artist between us two)

Q: Can I send an ask about your writing? A: Absolutely you can! Please do!

*for posterity's sake, I did have something here about writing a fic involving Harry Potter. However, because JKR has decided to be just a terrible trash human being, especially toward trans and Jewish people, I'm deferring that until she's dead so she never even gets a hint of support from me.

#my writing #pinned post

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tsukikoayanosuke · 5 years ago

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It's my son Silver's birthday..!!!🎆🎇🎉🎊

*Sob Sob* He's officially 18 now so my neko boy deserved a bd gift 😤❤

Everyone ! Look at your clocks right now because we're gonna head to a party !!!

Here you go ! A special time scenario game for his birthday! Hope you don't end up dead👀 tell what you got

It's 4:01 rn so I got : I thought I saw Mickey mouse and ran all way after him but ended up in Diasomnia , so I told him "Happy birthday bitch!!" And ran away...(:

(note : If you want more of this games there's a longer game here )

Alright, let me write a fanfic about this.

Accidental Prick

Jonah didn't know how he got here. No, he was serious. He didn't know how he got roped into this situation.

There was news just flowing in the wind that it was Silver's, from Diasomnia, birthday and Kalim just decided to host a party in Diasomnia, changing the dark, gothic castle, into a disco. All students, especially in the second year, were invited. So, of course Grim would take that opportunity to get free foods. Huh. Maybe that was why he suddenly found himself at the party. He could saw Ace and Grim were having a soda drinking contest with Deuce trying to stop them.

"This is quite the party, isn't it, Mister Argentum?"

Jonah looked up from his cup of soda and saw Lilia and a boy with silver hair walking toward him.

Jonah nodded and smiled at him. "It is quite lively, Senior Vanrouge." He then looked up to the silvernette. "And you must be Silver."

The boy blinked in surprise. "How did you know?"

Jonah chuckled. "A lucky guess." He held out his hand. "I'm Jonah from the Ramshackle Dorm."

Silver blinked and turned to Lilia. "Is he...?"

Lilia nodded. "Precisely."

Silver nodded back. He turned to Jonah and took his hand, giving him a firm shake. "Silver," he introduced himself briefly, in which Jonah nodded at him.

"I guess I have to say happy birthday," Jonah said. He had an apologetic smile on his face. "Sorry, but I didn't bring any present."

"It's okay. I didn't expect much." Silver pulled back his hand. "Malleus talked a lot about you."

Jonah raised an eyebrow at him. "He did?" He had learned about the 'Horned Dude' real name. Though he didn't 'feel a frost spread over your skin' as Malleus would put it, but he did feel something...

"Malleus always speaks highly of you," Lilia added. "He mentioned that you are an interesting human."

"Speaking of which, where is he?" Jonah looked around. "This is his dorm, right? Why he's not here yet?"

"Dear me," Lilia put a palm on his cheek. "Could it be that they forget to invite him again?"

Jonah sighed. Really? Again? Malleus sure had a stroke of bad luck, huh? "Maybe he's around here. Let me find him."

"You do that, dear," Lilia smiled, waving his hand.

Jonah nodded and looked at Silver. "Again. Happy birthday."

Silver nodded again. Jonah walked away and started to look around. Malleus was not in this room. Again, how come he wasn't invited? Or maybe he was invited but decided to stay in his room like Senior Shroud (which he noticed his tablet arrived too)? Jonah exited the party lounge, walking through the surprisingly empty corridor of Diasomnia. He had never been here before but what's life without an adventure? He picked some random door he found stairs behind it, probably leading to a tower. Malleus tower, perhaps? Who knows?

Jonah climbed the stairs. It took him longer than he realized, but when finally reached the top of the stairs, he let out a sigh of relief. There was a door in front of him. When he knocked on it he didn't receive any answer from behind. Taking a risk, he pushed the door, a bit surprised that it wasn't locked, and entered the room, closing the door behind him. There was nobody in the room, not even Malleus. A bit disappointed, yes, but he didn't walk out immediately because there was one thing in that room.

A spinning wheel.

It was old and didn't look any special but for some reason Jonah was drawn to it. He didn't notice the green light emitted from the spinning wheel, for only faeries could do that. However, what caught his attention the most was the shining needle. It felt as if it was pulling him, tempting him to touch it.

He didn't even hear the sound of panic footsteps behind him as he lifted his lift his hand. The temptation was strong. He didn't even think he could resist it.

His index finger made contact with the spindle, releasing a trickle of blood running down the length of the silver spindle.

The was suddenly burst opened, followed by a scream of, "JONAH!"

Jonah was slow to respond for some reason. He slowly turned around toward the door. Was that... Malleus? He wasn't standing straight. His mind wasn't working straight either. It was kinda muddy in his head. His eyelid felt heavy when he blinked, watching the blood dripped to the floor.

Huh... That was weird...

The floor seemed closer now...

The last thing he remembered before the shadow fell was someone running toward him and catching him in their arms...

10:03 = It's Silver birthday and I'm at the party because I wanted to stalk Malleus, so I ended up touching the spindle wheel and fell into eternal sleep.

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland fanfiction #twisted wonderland fanfic #twisted wonderland fic #twst fic #jonah argentum (my oc)#lilia vanrouge #silver (twisted wonderland)#malleus draconia #twst game #happy birthday silver!#cross-posted on ao3 #i felt challenged to write a fanfic #tw:opt gaiden #serving blueberry

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katlyn1948 · 6 years ago

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Chapter 2: Chapter 2

Summary:

Gendry has a conversation with Davos about his life choices.

Notes:

chapter two suckers! So fair warning, I may or may not be putting up chapter three tonight...I will try, but I have to pack for my trip and may not have to time. I will be in beautiful North Carolina for five days on vacation and I can't wait! I need one big time. I am taking my tablet, so I may update while I'm there, but doubt I will have the time. I will be seeing family and friends that I haven't seen in over a year! Also like, really good timing because there is a hurricane coming for FL, so I guess it is a good thing I will be out of the state! Anyway, hope you enjoy, oh and disclaimer, if you all haven't figured it out by now...this is by no means CANON. So like I decided to make Davos even more bad ass than what he already is. So, as always happy reading!

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Gendry groaned in pain as he laid flat on his back. His sparring session with Davos had gotten out of hand and he hated to admit that he was getting his ass kicked by an old man. With pain evident on his face, he lifted his torso from the mat, slowing lifting from his position ready for another punch. His stance was loose and his legs were wobbly, no doubt from the continued beat down he was enduring. He raised his fist to block Davos, prepared to take any hits. He studied Davos as he sidestepped to left. Gendry circled him, watching his every move. They were dancing with one another, careful to be mindful of their moves.

Gendry had sparred with Davos before, but never after a grueling mission. He blamed his already aching body for his slow moves and weak punches; undoubtedly giving Davos the upper hand.

Davos struck, throwing his fist for Gendry’s face. His moves were slow at first, but once Gendry registered what was about to occur, he swiftly stepped to his right, causing Davos to stumble. Gendry grabbed Davos’ left arm and swung him over, throwing him onto the cold mat.

“For an old man, you sure are fast.” Gendry huffed as he bent over to help the man up.

Davos let out a chuckle and pulled himself up with Gendry’s help. “Apparently not fast enough.”

“It really isn’t fair; you know that you can anticipate my every move.” Gendry quipped as he began to unwrap his hands from their cloths.

Davos had trained Gendry since the age of ten, making sure that he was fit for the world around him. He would be lying if he said that he hasn’t used his skills in the real world, especially when he was younger. He had always been a board child; bigger than most of the boys at his academy, but he was shy and timid and preferred to stay out of trouble. This gave his other classmates the opportunity to tease him. Of course, that was until he nearly beat the life out a kid named Lommy for picking on his only friend, Hot Pie.

It was that day that his father decided to throw into the family business.

“That is not completely true. Besides, you’ve picked up a few moves that I didn’t teach you.” Davos replied.

Gendry chuckled, “I have to make sure to keep you on your toes.”

“Aye that you did.” Davos smiled and began to unwrap his own hands.

Gendry marveled at the man. For more than half of his life, Davos was there; always ready to teach him the way of life. He’d even been there more than his actual father had and for that, he was grateful. Sure, he was the hired help but that didn’t matter to Gendry. In fact, he could relate to Davos in that way. His father was never around and his uncles didn’t seem to care about him, so there were plenty of days and nights that he would sneak off to Davos’ gym just to watch the man spar.

“Well, I can’t give all the credit to you.” Gendry joked. He threw his clothes into his gym bag, scooping it up and throwing it over his shoulder. He winced on pain as the strap of the bag fell across the top of her shoulder. He had been icing the sore for days and hoped that the pain would subside, but even a half of bottle of pain meds did little to nothing to dull the ache.

“Your shoulder bothering you again?” Davos asked.

Gendry nodded, “Yeah, I think I re-injured it a couple of night ago.”

“On a mission? I thought you were out of the family business.” Gendry could see the true concern on Davos’ face. He hadn’t told Davos that he re-joined his father’s company for fear he would try to talk him out of it.

“Well, I was but…when my shoulder happened, the agency dropped me. I enjoyed what I did, Davos and my father was willing to give that back to me.” He confessed.

Disappointment washed over Davos and Gendry could see it in his eyes.

For the last three years he had been working for the Westerosi government as a lucrative spy. He would go to other countries and gather Intel; trade secrets to use as leverage. When he injured his shoulder during an op, the agency cut him, crushing everything he had ever worked for.

Davos clicked sucked his teeth and shook his head, “What you did for the agency was legal, at least you were protected. Your father’s company deals with major criminals. One mistake and you’re dead. What you are doing is dangerous.”

“I’m sorry, Davos, but I have to. You should know that better than anyone.” He turned from the man and walked back to the locker rooms, throwing his bag into his assigned locker. He hated how one conversation with the man could make him over think everything. Gendry knew what he was doing was dangerous, not to mention illegal, but he was good at it. He specialized in insider secrets and selling them to the highest bidder. He knew how to spy and he’d be damned to let anyone take that from him.

“Come now, lad. I didn’t mean to make you upset. I will drop the topic if you want me to, but I just want to make sure you are safe.” He heard Davos say from behind him.

Gendry sighed, “I know and I appreciate that.”

Davos crossed the locker room and took a seat on the bench beside Gendry. “When is your next op?”

“Sometime next week, in Winterfell. Why?”

“Well, I have an extra ticket to Meereen for an all-expense paid trip.” Davos said with a smile.

Gendry light shoved him, “I’m flattered that you like me in that way, but Davos, I just don’t have those same feelings.”

“Piss off! Mayra couldn’t get off work and the trip is going to go to waste. Come on the trip. It will be relaxing and it gives your shoulder time to heal. After that you can beat your life away for your jackass father.” He chuckled.

Gendry smiled and contemplated the offer. It would be nice to enjoy a week of no espionage and he couldn’t remember the last time he had a proper holiday. With a defeated sigh, he slowly nodded his head, succumbing to the only man who could change his mind.

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So this is the first chapter of my new multific Gendrya Modern AU! I have chapters two and three written and will try to post them before I got on vacation this weekend, but I can’t make any promises. I really like this concept and don’t really know how much I plan to write for this. It seems like when I set a certain amount of chapters, it immediately turns into more, so I’m just going to go with it. Anyway, hope you enjoy and happy reading!

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She stalked her pray. Quiet and observant, she watched as the man rounded a corner entering an empty alley. She waited and studied her surroundings trying to calculate the right moment to pounce. She knew that one wrong move could jeopardize the mission putting her siblings at risk. For several minutes she watched the dark alleyway, until finally, the man emerged. Without so much as a sound, she glided from her hiding spot and fell in step behind the man. She was soft and silent and before the man could register what was happening, his throat was slit from ear to ear. She saw as he grasped his neck, choking on the blood pouring out of his wound. The man fell to his knees and with the little life he had reaming, he stared at his killer’s dark grey eyes.

The She Wolf smiled, “Agent Baelish, you have been relieved of your duties and decommissioned from The Wolf Corporation. Thank you for your service.”

She turned on her heel, leaving no trace that she was ever there.

Static rang through her ear as a voice said, “Mission successful, She Wolf. Return to headquarters for your next assignment.”

“Copy that, Raven. ETA is twenty minutes.” She reached towards her ear and pulled the com out, throwing it onto the ground and crushing it beneath her foot.

She pulled her black hood over her head and kept her face down. The alleyway may have been empty, but the buildings surrounding the alley were crawling with people. The Bird District was filled with nothing but clubs and whorehouses spilling with rich sick bastards who wanted to spend more money than what they made. It was a Saturday night, meaning that there were more people out than on a slow night.

Being as invisible as she could be, she walked down the busy sidewalk gazing around for a lone vehicle. The less people there were, the easier it would be to steal an unsupervised vehicle. Her eyes darted back and forth until it finally landed on a black motorcycle parked in a full carpark. She weaved her way through a crowd and slipped past a distracted guard, pulling off the small panel in the front of the motorcycle to get access to the wires. A simple spark ignited as she flicked two wires together, roaring the beast to life.

She moved quickly, throwing her leg over the seat to straddle the motorcycle. With a swift kick, she pushed off and zoomed out of the car park having raised no suspicion. Years of training had taught her well, but she couldn’t help but feel that slight rush of adrenaline rise in her stomach every time she got away successfully. She only allowed herself to feel that way just for a minute because any distraction could mean life or death, which could ruin even the best-made plans for any mission.

Focusing on the road ahead of her, she swerved in and out of traffic, bypassing the surrounding vehicles. The Wolf Corporation was exactly fifteen minutes from The Bird District and if she were even a minute late there would be countless questions asking of her whereabouts.

With three minutes to spare, she pulled up to the entrance to The Wolf Corporation, flashing her badge to a heavily armed guard. He huffed and nodded his approval, allowing her to enter with ease. The She Wolf had never like the front guard. He was tall, board, and never said a word; only grunting in response whenever she flashed him a halfhearted smile.

She parked the bike in an empty spot before slinging her leg over to hop off. Pulling her hood off, she walked towards the side entrance and punched in a code on the keypad.

“Identification.” A voice responded.

“Arya ‘The She Wolf’ Stark. Identification code 352.” She said.

A low humming emerged from the keypad before a loud beep went off, indicating that he code was received. The automatic doors sung open and she step inside, punching a button to take her to the top floor. Arya watched the red illuminated numbers climb as the elevator reached its destination. When the elevator slowed and opened its bulky black doors, the last person she had expected was standing right in front of her.

“Arya. Welcome back.” Her sister said.

Arya looked at her sister quizzically. In all the time she had been working for her family’s company, Sansa had never stepped foot on floor 150. If Arya was being honest, she felt like her sister didn’t deserve to have access to floor 150. It was reserved for the best agents and her sister was nothing more than a whistle blower; never going out in the field to do op work.

“Sansa. What a lovely surprise. What brings you up here?” She said sarcastically as she stepped off the elevator. She pushed passed her sister and crossed the hall to the nearest bar. Floor 150 looked more like a club than a company’s headquarter, which meant there was booze. And for that, Arya was grateful. She reached over the bar and poured a glass of ale from tap.

Arya could hear her sister’s sigh, “You broke protocol, Arya. There are consequences for that.”

Arya scoffed into her glass, “Consequences? My mission was successful! I killed Baelish. It was clean, it was fast, and it is done.”

“I’m not talking about Baelish. I’m talking about Jaqen. Or did you forget?” Sansa placed a slender hand on her hip as she smacked down a large file on the bar just inches from Arya’s face.

Her face paled as she pulled open the file with a shaky hand.

Jaqen H’ghar was her only failed mission in all the years she had been working for The Wolf Corporation. Her stupid mistake cost the lives of three people and nearly cost her life if it wasn’t for her older brother. The incident happened nearly six months ago and she thought that was the end it. How could she forget the internal investigation was that was being helmed by none other than her own sister?

Arya gulped the last bit of her ale before letting out a shaky breath, “Of course I remember. I just forgot about the internal investigation. So, what does that mean for me?”

She looked up into her sister’s eyes and could see the softness. Arya could tell that her sister hated what she was about to do, but for the good of the company, it was necessary.

“They think it is best for you to take a…break. Like a holiday.” Sansa said slowly.

Arya’s eyes furrowed in confusion, “A holiday? So, I’m not being fired?”

“No! Of course not! You are one of the best agents here. They just think you need a change of scenery for a bit. Perhaps a trip to the tropics? Like Meereen?” Sansa shrugged.

Arya let out a humorless laugh, “Judging by your demeanor, it is safe to say the trip is already booked. When do I leave and when can I come back?”

Sansa’s body relaxed and Arya watched her as she fumbled through her skirt pocket for her plane ticket.

“You leave tomorrow morning and you’ll be gone for two weeks. After that, you are full and cleared to return to work. Sister’s promise.”

Arya reached for the ticket and gave a small smile. A trip to Meereen would do her some good and it would be nice for her to take some time off from all the killing. Being an assassin requires her to be cold and stoic, so the chance for relaxation was a happy surprise. She really thought that she would be decommissioned and end up like Baelish; dead and cold.

“Fine, I’ll bite. Besides, a little sun never did anyone any harm.” She stuffed the plane ticket into her jacket pocket and poured another glass of ale. She offered her sister to join, but being Sansa, she politely declined. Arya just shrugged continued her drink until it was time to leave for her forced holiday.

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