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Wally clark x fem reader
Summary: After you witness Wallyâs death you are confused, overwhelmed, and lost. And then tragedy strikes again. Then everything in your life as well as Wallyâs changes and you met some new facesâŚ
Warnings: swearing

As you leave the field everything around you is a blur still in shock. Your mind is going a million miles a minute trying to come to terms of what just happened. You just want to go home and rot away listening to yours and Wallyâs favourite song on your Walkman.
âSweetie, could you go start the car? I need to head to the bathroom before we go home.â Mom says ever so softly knowing how fragile you are. Without saying anything you nod and grab momâs keys, put on your Walkman and walk to the car park.
You begin walking to the car music blaring through your headphones as you look down to adjust your Walkman in your pocket. Unbeknownst to you a car is speeding in the car park. A senior showing of his new car speeds in the parking lot and then BANG instantly collecting you. You get fling over the car and land directly on your head.
You slowly open your eyes and things are all a blur. All you see is the dark night sky and red and blue lights. You slowly get up; you see a big crowd in the parking lot all huddled in the middle and looking down at the ground almost as if they were looking for something.
âY/N? Y/Nâ you hear your name being called in the distance. For a moment you thought it was Wally. You get up and walk over to the crowd of people and you try to make your way through.
You squeeze past people, but they pretend youâre not even there. You make your way to the centre and see your mom screaming and crying and sheâs holding something. You look closer and realise it you.
Confusion instantly washes over you. How are you on the floor there when you were standing right here.
âMom, Mom Iâm right here canât you see me?â you say frantically. All the sudden the voice you heard before is right behind you. It was Wally.âWally, what the fuck I just saw you die, how are you here?â
âI donât know. All I know is that I was playing the game then I woke up and I saw you and everyone over me in a circle. Then I saw 3 other people that I have never seen before talk to me and said I was dead.â Wally said still confused and worried. âWait if your dead and my bodyâs over there and Iâm here does that make me- â
âA ghost like me. Yeah.â Wally said as he cut you off.
The world around you becomes a haze as you revel with the news that you are dead. That you now are a ghost and so is Wally and a bunch of other ghosts?
âHuh what? I was just there listening to our song how could I be dead?â
Another man with two girls walk to you and he extends his arms. âI know you two must have a lot of questions, come with us and we will talk about it.â The man in the suit that looked something your Uncle Henry would wear.
âI know you guys must be scared; I was too when I first found out I died. Trust me it gets better.â The girl with brown hair said as the other girl next to her with the paper boy hat didnât say a word as she directs you and Wally back into the school.

You and Wally and the others walk into school as the man introduces himself. âHello, Mr Martin. I like to formally welcome you both to your new life or should I say afterlifeâ Both stunned to what Mr Martin just said.
âHi, Iâm Janet and this is Rhonda.â The girl with the brown hair says as she holds her hand out to shake which both you and Wally do.
âI suppose we donât need to give you a tour since you went to this schoolâ Mr Martin laughs clearly trying to break the silence. Neither you nor Wally laugh.
âUm yeah hi, nice to meet you all but what are we doing here? If we are dead, arenât we I, donât I know supposed to be you know in heaven?â You snap back at Mr Martin as Wally just stands there quietly.
âThatâs the thing with this school we have no idea why we are trapped here, we just are. If you try to leave the school grounds you get, put back to where you died.â Mr Martin explained ignoring your snappiness.
âNo, that ridiculous what do you mean we are stuck here?â Wally expressed as he pushes his hair back with one hand and the other on his hip.
âIt means quarterback if you try to leave school some force, we donât know about pushes you back to the place you diedâ Rhonda snarled already bored of the conversation. She walks off down the hall towards the teachersâ lounge.
âIgnore her, she gets a bit cranky when she has to explain what has happened to us to new people.â Janet says as she turns to you.
âWait others? Thereâs more ghosts?â you express. âYeah, I know itâs a lot, but you will be ok.â Janet says as she starts to walk down the all the same direction Rhonda went.
You and Wally are confused as you look at each other in shock. This is really happening, you and he are dead, there are other ghosts that haunt your school, and you canât leave the school grounds because some force will send you back to the spot you died.
âWell, Iâll let you get settled, its already late and I have to prepare for our group session tomorrowâ Mr Martin says and walks away before either of you could respond.
âThis is bullshit, they canât tell us what to do. Iâm leaving this place. Are you with me?â Wally raises is voice with furry.
âWally, I think they were telling the truth that we canât leave.â You respond calmly not wanting to start a fight between you too. âWe need to figure that out ourselves. I donât trust them, not just yet. Please Y/N, come with me.â He looks at you eager for you to respond.
You not knowing what to do you agree with him. Heâs right whoâs to say they are telling the truth about all of this. You had to make sure of it yourselves. âOk Wally, Iâm with you. But maybe you should change into something else besides your football uniformâ
âI think I have some sweats and my varsity jacket in the boyâs locker room.â Wally says and you and he start walking in the direction of the boysâ lockers. You wait outside and wait for him to change. Once heâs finished you both decide to head to the main entrance of the school and try to leave whatever nightmare you both woke up in, he takes your hand as you reach the end of the school property. You both at the same time walk across and⌠bam you are by yourself starting up at the sky in the school parking lot.
Great just great you thought they were telling the truth that means Wally is on the football field you get up and run towards the field and you see Wally was already running towards you.
âWell, I guess they were right, we canât leave. This is so fuckedâ Wally expressed as you finally met.
âItâs ok Wally, Iâm scared too but I think we have to learn to trust those guys. By the way they are dressed they look like they have been here for a while.â You respond back and worry washes over you still in shock and in disbelief that this is happening.
âOk your right. Letâs go back inside and find somewhere to rest because I sure as hell Iâve got a lot of questions for them.â Wally says in a calmer tone then before.

You both head back inside and then Wally remembers something. âHey Y/N, you said before the homecoming game you wanted to tell me something, what was it?â
âOh, umm it doesnât matter I was just going to ask if you wanted to go to the diner after the game for some ice-cream before we went back to your place.â You respond back. That was the quickest youâve ever come up with a lie before because now is not the right time to tell him your feelings when you both are so vulnerable right now.
He nods not saying anything as you continue to walk around the school trying to find somewhere to rest⌠wait do we even need to rest if we are dead? You keep that thought to yourself as you and Wally head to the library remembering thereâs couches there.
Part 2 Part 4
#school spirits#wally clark#milo manheim#schoolspiritsedit#new story#amateur writter#schoolspiritsfan14#you belong with me story#wally clark fanfiction#wally clark x reader#wally clark x y/n#school spirits fanfiction
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An idea for the future in the road trip au
Spoilers and so little editing that it RAW
The phone rings twice and then Jean Luc pick up.
âBonjour?â
It is a little slurred. It's late. Remy knows it's late but ⌠he had recently had too much time to think too much and that nightmare âŚ
âPapa.â
His voice croaks. He is scared
âRemy?â
His papa asks and Remy stutters.
âYou⌠you love me right? You don't just⌠it's not just the powers keeping me in the Guild right? If I lost them, you'd still-â
He hiccups over the words and is horrified to find tears pouring out.
âRemy. Breathe.â
His papas voice is firm. Like when he had been teaching Remy how to pick locks and fight. Remy takes a breath automatically.
âNow. Let's sort this mon petit. Why you think I don't love you?â
Remy bites the inside of his cheek as his eye sting.
âAll we ever seem to talk about is these stupid powers.â
He looks down at his scarred hand and squeezes he eye shut
âYou always be tellinâ me that they can get me outta trouble. Mais I dunno if they get me outta more than they put me in!!â
He had blown himself up in his sleep so many times, had so many accidents, lost control and hurt himself and Henri more than once.
Jean Luc makes a small noise.
âPetit. Breathe. Mon petit rubis, I thought⌠Oh there's been a mistake. Remy, I never wanted you to hate part of you. I praised it because you kept saying such sad things about them. When you first hurt Henri, who never ever blamed you, your first wish was gettinâ rid oâ a bit of yourself. Petite lumière, I just- they are worth somethingâ cause they're you. And you're skilled and clever. And I thought pointing out that they helped⌠I suppose I put too much stock in them. Didn't give you enough help.â
Remy calms as his papa speaks calmly and surely. He curls his fingers tightly around the phone and closes his eyes as he slides down to sit on the ground beneath the payphone. The ring swirls with worry and he presses a hand to the hidden object.
âYou gave me a lot.â
âMais not enough if you be questioninâ if I want you. I wanted you since you put your fingers on my wallet and were bold enough to lie right to my face about it. I wanted you when I saw how you lightened my home and got on like a house on fire with my other son. I want you so. Imma come find you and convince you myself.â
Remy finds himself crying a little harder with each word.
âNon-non. You don't have to-â
âPssh, you think âhave toâ is why? Oh Mon petit, ifân it make you cry like this, I want to come. I'm your papa, non?â
âOui, you areâŚâ
âThen I come. Unless you don't want me. Then I stay. Mais Iâd like to comfort you myself.â
Remy hears truth in those words but is not sure if his papa would mix well with the strange acting ferals⌠who he can feel coming with giant waves of pure worry sloshing against his shields. He knows they will find him and he keeps his eyes closed.
âI dont- i don't⌠I love you. Comfort me through the phone. This mission⌠it's takin' us lots of places. Mais you'll be there when it's done, right?â
âI'm always here if you need me petit. Always. Now. What can I do to make my petite lumière spark bright again, eh? Talk to you âbout how your brother be actinâ up? He gonna make a great Guild lead, cept he keep buttinâ with the old hats.â
Remy snorts wetly.
âOh, they be old and cranky, they need some buttinâ.â
Remy whispers back through the snot.
âMmph. Oui. Mais you brother don't need to be sayinâ that to their faces. Amoung other nasty things.â
âList them.â
He asks, begging a little. Jean Luc immediately tells him all the things his brother had said to their faces and the little things he had mattered to himself. Remy laughs wetly and curls protectively around himself as he hears the feral's footsteps coming close.
âWhat else? What else Mon fere be doing?â
Remy asks as he hears two sets of footsteps stop beside him. He peeks out as his papa talks. Wolverine looks worried and is crouched in front of him. Sabretooth is already curling into his side and blocking the wind and cold. Remy snorts at another thing his papa says, relaxing a little more.
âMerci beaucoup papa. I feel better now.â
âCall again soon petit rubis. Or Imma sick Henri on you. You know he don't play. He'll make sure you be happy.
âOui papa, I know.â
âGood. Need me longer?â
âNon. Go back to sleep. Must be real late.â
âNot too late to be talkin' to my Remy.â
Remy smiles brightly. Wolverine looks on the edge of a question.
âNight papa. love you.â
He whispers softly.
âNight. Love you too son.â
Remy closes his eyes and breathes out. Then in. As the phone clicks. He lets the receiver dangle from his fingers. He opens his eyes to meet Wolverine's.
âI had to call my papa.â
âYou left without telling us.â
Wolverine's words are colored with worry and care. Remy rubs at his wet cheeks and blushes a blotchy red. He notices only now that Sabretooth had slowly snuck his arms around Remy and is now holding onto the thief. Remy leans a bit against Sabretooth, worn to the bone.
âI had to call him quick. Weren't a lot oâ thinkinâ happeninâ.â
Remy admits and rubs at the embressessing tears again. But it had been such a relief to he confirmation from his papa. He finds his soul soothed.
âAlright. Let's get you back to bed.â
Remy tries to stand but is scooped up by Sabretooth who is growling low.
âIf you scare me like that again, I will bite you.â
The larger feral snaps and Remy decides that teasing is a good option. He⌠might still be a little out of it.
âAwww Sabreâooth so big and bad. He scared over this petit thief!! So toughhh.â
He pokes the ferals chest and gets a nip at his fingers for his trouble. Wolverine huffs.
âStop that. Both of you.â
âOooh Wolverine cares about moi too. Two real toughies frettinâ like my tante when Remy be out partyinâ too late.â
He snorts to himself thinking of the two dressed like his tante. Best for them if they don't. Only she could pull off the look. Wolverine huffs.
âRemy. Shh.â
Remy huffs but shushes, eyes closing, tired from crying and the nightmare. He curls his fingers in the fabric of Sabretooth's coat and holds tight.
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Look My Way Stickprice and others
The Toppat clan has captured Rupert and Henry. They have to wait for rescue. Now, as prisoners, they learn more about each other.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Rupert cursed, trying to break the door with his fists.Â
Rupert's fists started to bleed as exhaustion took over him. He slid down to the floor, forehead on the door.Â
Behind him, Henry was panicking. He didn't want to be here. He needed to get out of here!Â
Rupert heard Henry's heavy breathing and tiny gasps. He glanced over at him to see what was going on. Henry looked around the room and hugged himself. Rupert raised an eyebrow in confusion. What's Henry so worried about?
"Oi, Stickmin, why are you acting like you've never been in a cell before?" he asked strangely. "Considering yer history, you should be used to this now."
"Yeah, but not by other criminals!" Henry exaggerated. "Or by someone with ego issues!"Â
Rupert's eye twitched at the obvious jab at him. He ignored it as he went over to him, and Henry was still panicking. "Oi... Henry. Calm down." Rupert told Henry, "We just have to wait for everyone to notice we're gone, and they will come and rescue us."
As if on cue, some of the Toppats shouted, "The Government is retreating!"
The other Toppat members started cheering from the outside. Rupert's and Henry's faces went pale upon hearing the commotion.Â
Henry glared at Rupert, "Got any bright ideas, Thorn?"
Rupert's face went red in embarrassment, and he covered his face with his hat.Â
"Do they realize I have the documents on this USB drive?" Henry questioned.Â
Rupert blinked as he stared at Henry, "The Toppats or the Government?" he replied.
Henry shrugged.Â
Rupert slapped a hand to his forehead, grumbling in the process.Â
"Looks like we're stuck here until help arrives..."
Rupert looked at his bleeding knuckles. He needed to bandage them, or else they would get infected. He got out some bandages and tended to his wounds. While Rupert was wrapping his fists with bandages, Henry sat on a huge bed in their room.
"You should have escaped when you had the chance," Henry murmured.
"What?" Rupert turned to Henry.
"I said you should have escaped when you had the chance," Henry repeated.Â
"Why?"Â
Henry rubbed his arm awkwardly, "I've already caused you so much pain with my idiotic antics, and I don't want you caught up in my mess than you already have," he admitted.
"It's too late for that, Stickmin." Rupert went over to him and sat beside him.
Henry didn't say anything after that. They both sat in the cell in awkward silence. Rupert looked at Henry's neck to see if there was any bruising. He winced when he saw that there were dark bruises around his neck.
"Hey...is your neck okay?" Rupert asked tentatively.
Henry blinked at him, then his eyes widened.Â
"Yeah..."
They went back to being silent again. They both felt the tension was thick. Rupert stared at Henry, who stared at the wall like it was the most interesting thing he had ever seen.Â
"C'mon, Price, just talk to him," he thought, "We're gonna be stuck here for a while. We might as well get this thing off our chests."
"Uh... Henry," Rupert cleared his throat before speaking again, "Remember how I said we won't be able to work it out?"Â
"Yeah... what about it?" Henry questioned coldly.Â
"Geez... you don't have to be so cold, Stickmin."
"Do you ever get tired of torturing me?"Â
"Do you ever get tired of being negative?" Rupert retorted.
Henry growled, but Rupert put his hands in defense.
"Easy Stickmin, I just wanna talk," Rupert said firmly.
"I don't want to talk to you," Henry grumbled.
"Too bad. We need to talk."
Henry rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms.
"You wanna know why I've said that?" Rupert continued, "It's because of my parents."
Henry glanced at Rupert, whose eyes were hidden by his hair and whose face was hidden by his hat.
"My parents were soulmates, but they didn't get along," Rupert explained, "My dad... he was abusive towards me and my mom. My mom will usually protect me from him, but when I was 5 or six, I can't remember, my mom decided to leave me alone with the abusive bastard."
Rupert spat out the last word in a venomous tone. Henry saw Rupert's body trembling and thought he heard some sniffling.Â
"Have you tried contacting your mom after she left?" Henry asked curiously.
Rupert shook his head, "After she left, I started feeling resentment toward her. Even after graduating from high school and leaving my dad behind, I still didn't contact her."
Henry heard Rupert's voice cracking, and he blinked in surprise when he saw Rupert was sobbing.
He had never seen Rupert cry; it was his first time seeing a vulnerable Rupert. He wanted to comfort him, but he knew Rupert didn't like to be touched.Â
"A-and t-he th-ing you s-said. "What's the point of soulmates anyway?" Rupert choked out.Â
Henry didn't say anything. He was too shocked to see Rupert's vulnerable side. Henry sighed as he made a decision. Henry gently pulled Rupert close to him. He felt Rupert stiffen, but he didn't push him away. Rupert put his forehead on Henry's shoulder while he sobbed, and Henry kept listening.
He sniffled as he rubbed his stinging eyes. He quickly wiped his tears, but didn't pull away from Henry.Â
"Why do you put up with me?" Rupert asked hoarsely, his voice was tired from the sobbing.
"It's not putting up with you, Thorn," Henry replied gently, chuckling. "It's called helping someone in need."
"If you were still a criminal, you wouldn't be saying that," Rupert mumbled.
That kind of hurt, but Rupert was right. If Henry were still a thief, he wouldn't be saying that. Henry wouldn't have cared in the past and kept creating problems for everyone involved in his schemes.Â
"You're right..." Henry replied.
"What made you change?"
Henry looked away as Rupert glanced up. Henry's face was red.Â
"Henry?" Rupert said tentatively.
Henry stared into Rupert's red, puffy eyes."I changed after joining the government."
"After the night, I discovered you were my soulmate. I resigned to the fate that we would never work out. Then I saw you working with the Government. I knew we would never get along," Henry explained. "However, my morals have changed as I went on more missions with you and everyone else.
Rupert listened to Henry's explanation.Â
"Interacting with everyone, including June, Victoria, and the Bukowski twins, made me feel like I was just some stupid lonely thief," Henry continued. "I can't escape my past as a thief and hurt so many people...."
Rupert heard Henry sniffling.Â
He glanced at Henry, who was beginning to cry.Â
"And my mindset of soulmates is the way it is because my parents are not each other's soulmates."Â
Rupert blinked. He cleared his throat.
"Do they get along?" Rupert whispered.
"They do," Henry replied quickly, "But I'll never understand why, though."
They fell into silence. Then they heard someone outside their door saying it was nighttime. They groaned again in anger and despair.Â
"Now we have to wait till morning," Rupert grumbled.
Henry looked at the bed for a moment, then at Rupert. "At least we have a bed to sleep on,"Â
Henry sheepishly signed that. Rupert thought Henry's voice was tired from talking, exhausted from his excessive sobbing. He stared at the bed while thinking.Â
"I don't think this bed is big enough for both of us, Stickmin," Rupert informed Henry.
"I don't take that much space," Henry said.Â
"That's because you're a toothpick," Rupert chuckled.
Henry's face immediately went bright red. "I am not!" he protested.
"Compared to me, Charles, and several other guys," Rupert stated with a grin, "You're skinny."
"What about you, big boy?"Â Henry retorted.
"What about me?" Rupert answered back, smirking.Â
"You're fat," Henry pointed out.
"Oooh, what a lame insult," Rupert replied sarcastically, "Also, I'm not fat, I just have muscle, which anyone with eyes can see."
Henry scoffed and turned away from him. Rupert shook his head. "You know, you being skinny isn't exactly healthy."
When Henry was arrested, Rupert looked at his records and saw that he was underweight for a man his size. Rupert was worried about his weight but didn't vocally admit it out loud. Now, Henry still looked like he was underweight.Â
"Why do you care about my weight?"Â Henry said, annoyed.
"You could get eating disorders," Rupert answered, worried.
"Nobody cares about my weight before, and neither should you now," Henry said, getting angry.
"Charles, Ellie, and everyone else do," Rupert admitted quietly.Â
"What?"Â Henry quickly glanced at Rupert.Â
"Even the General is worried about your health." Rupert ignored Henry's blank stare. "That's why Charles and sometimes I must remind you to eat more."
Henry bowed his head, "Why do you care about my weight?" he repeated.
Rupert swiftly covered his face with his hat because his face was cherry red. "I... miss you."
Rupert said the last part so quietly that Henry almost couldn't hear him.Â
"What?"
"I said I miss you," Rupert admitted confidently.
Henry's face turned redder when he heard Rupert say that. He blinked in confusion. "You missed me?" he asked hesitantly.
"Yes. After our talk back at the club," Rupert elaborated, "You treated me coldly, in the same way I treated you. I never thought I would miss your presence, and I deserved to be treated coldly by you."
Henry didn't know what to say. He thought he was dreaming. Or in a different timeline. It was weird hearing Rupert admit that he missed Henry.Â
"You'll sleep on the end where the wall is, and I will sleep beside ya," Rupert instructed, bringing Henry out of his thoughts. Henry nodded. They both took off their boots and lay beside each other.Â
It was awkward to say the least.
Henry's mind was in a fog while he was on his side, trying to sleep. Rupert's head was crowded with thoughts, as was his side. They both faced away from each other. Henry's mind was still cloudy when he heard a soft snore to his right. He glanced over his shoulder to find Rupert sound asleep. Henry figured Rupert was having sleep problems because of the bags under his eyes.
Henry slightly smiled. He came back to his side as he felt his eyes starting to droop. He finally fell asleep.
The next morning, Henry was the first one to be awake.Â
However, instead of feeling cold from last night, he felt... oddly warm. He also felt something around his waist. He looked down to find a pair of familiar hands around him. He then felt something hot against his neck. He looked behind him, and his face went a bright pink with embarrassment.
Rupert, the prickly guy with a bad attitude, was cuddling him!
Henry's mind was spiraling out of control as he tried to escape Rupert's grip, but Rupert was strong.  "Ah, great..." Henry thought to himself.
Without having any way to move, he quietly waited for Rupert to wake up. After a few minutes, Henry's body started to hurt. Rupert was like a big, heavy cat. Henry wanted to move very badly. Henry wondered if he would die like this when he heard Rupert stirring. Rupert's grip on him loosened, and Henry immediately jumped over him to get away.
Rupert sat up as he yawned and cracked his neck. He sighed in contentment as he heard a pop. He looked to his side to find Henry missing, and he was about to panic when he saw Henry a few feet away from him. He sighed in relief but was confused about why Henry was fanning himself.Â
"What's the matter, Stickmin?" Rupert teased, Henry's face became brighter, "Hot?"
"No!" Henry squeaked.
"Seriously, what's the matter?" Rupert frowned.
"Nothing!"Â Henry hastily answered.
Rupert knew Henry was lying. He was about to ask what was wrong again when they heard chaos outside the door. Rupert quickly put on his boots, motioning Henry to do the same, and they both pressed their ears to the door.Â
They heard shouting and someone barking orders. They stared at each other in confusion for a moment and resumed hearing the commotion outside. There were sounds of explosions outside the building. The building rumbled, making the soldiers stumble a bit.Â
"What the hell is going on?" Rupert asked.Â
"I don't know, but we have to get out of here," Henry stated.
"But how? The door is locked on the outside," Rupert pointed out.Â
Henry was thinking of a plan while Rupert kept hearing the commotion outside. He heard shouts and commands from several Toppat members, then someone shouting, "They're here! They're here!"
Rupert blinked as he glanced at Henry, who was still thinking. Henry was still thinking of a plan when he heard a beeping noise. The door opened, and they saw several Toppats running past them. They didn't notice the stunned soldiers.Â
"What just happened?" Rupert asked Henry.
Henry shrugged.
"Let's get out of here. I think the Government camped out last night and are now attacking the place." Rupert informed Henry.
Henry nodded as he followed Rupert out of their prison. They went in the opposite direction from the Toppats. They made sure to stay out of sight and to take out any Toppat member in their way. Rupert and Henry were close to the entrance of the building when they heard Charles in their earpieces.
"Guys! Get out of there!"
Rupert talked into the earpiece, "Got it, Charles."
Henry waited for Rupert to finish talking to Charles when he felt a sense of dread. He frowned, then pulled Rupert away from a knife that was planted inches from his head. Rupert blinked in confusion and shock. He wordlessly thanked Henry for saving him. However, another knife was thrown at them, and they quickly dodged it.
They both turned to see a female Toppat member glaring at them. The toppat was holding a sword, and she was grinning evilly.Â
"Fuck..." Rupert cursed.
A/N: I lied... There are two more parts to this. Why? Cause I'm lazy.
#thsc#henry stickmin#thehenrystickmincollection#rupert price#thsc henry stickmin#thsc rupert price#charles calvin#thsc charles calvin#stickprice#soulmates#soulmatesau
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The Perfect Godfather
First Babies of Private Garden Blurb


AN: it's officially official!
Synopsis: First Lady and Jack formally ask Urban to be the godfather of the triple threat Harlows and also reveal the name of their son to him
Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader
First Babies of Private Garden Masterlist
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"Urby! Can you come here for a second?!" You yelled up the steps before you heard him shuffling and moving around.
"I JUST WENT TO SLEEP AN HOUR AGO!" You heard him yell back at you and you proceeded to roll your eyes.
"NO ONE TOLD YOUR DUMBASS TO STAY OUT ALL NIGHT WITH SUNNI AND COPE! AND IT'S THREE IN THE AFTERNOON!" One thing that Urban never did was sleep and you couldnât understand for the life of you how this man functioned on a daily basis.
"DON'T YOU START WITH ME! I GOT YOU RAMEN EARLIER!"
"IT WILL LITERALLY TAKE FIVE MINUTES!â You then heard Jack say and Urban came down the steps to the living room where both of you were seated and sat on your left while Jack was on your right.
âYes? Now what was so important that my sleep was interrupted? You two didnât handcuff each other and lose the key again so whereâs the fire? I was drifting off until I heard the pregnant lady call for me.â
âI will kick you in the forehead, Urban Henry.â
âLike you havenât tried to do it before.â
Jack ignored the both of you as he spoke up.Â
âWe wanted to give you something.â Jack started to say while holding the gift bag in his hand.
âWhatâs the occasion? Iâm always down for getting gifts. Does it come with weed?â
âUh no, Urby. We wanted to ask you formally if you would be the godfather to these three. We know youâve had the title for years, but now itâs official since theyâre almost here.â
âThis is⌠just so unexpected.â Urban started to say and acted as if he was about to cry as you and Jack laughed and rolled your eyes.
âWe could always ask 2fo.â You muttered and he shot you a look of disbelief.Â
âOVER MY GOT DAMN DEAD BODY. YOU WILL DO NO SUCH THING. YES, I ACCEPT!â
Jack handed over the gift bag for him to open it and see two matching bucket hats, one for him, and one for the size of a baby along with a shirt that said âGodfather to the Triple Threat Harlowsâ.
âI am definitely wearing this to the hospital when itâs time, the shirt is dope as fuck. PG is going to be so jealous. But wait, you were serious about there being no weed? And why are there only two hats in here?â
âThatâs the other thing that we wanted to tell you.â Jack said and smiled as you looked over at him and nodded your head in approval.Â
âWhat?â
âWe only told you the names of baby one and baby three, but never baby two since we were still deciding.â
âDamn, so we really arenât going with Urban Henry Wyatt for all three of them?â
âNo Urby, how many times do we have to say it?!â
âI just thought Iâd try one last time. So whatâs the name?â
You and Jack looked at each other and smiled before turning back to Urban.
âAxel Wyatt Harlow.â You said and his eyes immediately went wide.
âWait, what? Are you⌠are you serious?â He asked before looking back and forth between the two of you.
âOf course weâre serious. Youâre one of the reasons why weâre together in the first place. Youâve been an amazing best friend to the both of us and never gave us a reason to doubt you or doubt our friendship. You always want the best for us and vice versa and never have a problem with being honest. Donât you ever forget for a second how important you are to us and to this family. We love you and will do absolutely anything for you.â You replied to him and his eyes started to water.
It took a few seconds for Urban to respond as he was now fiddling with the little bucket hat in his hands. You saw a few tears escape and was trying to do your best to keep it together and not start to cry.
âI.. I donât even know what to say. Iâm honored that you would choose for your son to be named after me. I donât feel as if Iâm anything special.â
âIâm going to stop you right there because you are special. And especially to us. Youâve done so much for us and we thought it was only right. We didnât know which part of your name that we were going to use so thatâs why it took us so long to decide.â Jack explained as Urban simply sniffed and nodded towards him.
âYou know that I would do anything for the both of you and now that branches out to the three of them. Itâs just so crazy that in about two weeks theyâll be here.â
âAnd they have the most amazing tribe to look after them.â Jack added and Urban simply nodded.
You reached over as much as your stomach would allow and hugged him as he was trying to get himself together.
âLove you, bestie.â
âLove you too.â Urban replied as the two of you separated and Urban got up to go and hug Jack.
âNow, was that worth us waking you up?â You asked while laughing.
Urban turned to you before smiling and looked down once again at the tiny bucket hat.
âIt definitely was.âÂ
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Unfamiliar Old Friends (TTT)
I kept thinking about how sad and lonely Henry was, then realized I had every reason to un-lonely him
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âRight, so we need to reallocate the funds from the rocket to the mountain baseâŚâ Henry murmured as he and Carol went over the finances that came with canceling the rocket project. He shifted some of the papers on his desk, the early-afternoon light making them look almost luminescent.
âAnd the jungle base, weâre keeping that, correct?â she asked, earning a nod.
âYeah, itâs a good position to hold, maybe we can turn the rocket into some kind of housing, or something? Itâll be good for expansion, especially with this weird influx of high-school aged recruits⌠Speaking of which, we really need to set them up into a different class, we donât want something happening to them before they even become adults.â
âChief, we have a new recruit here to join us,â the report suddenly came in over his radio, eliciting a sigh from the leader.
Speak of the devil.
âLet me guess, another teen?â he asked, tired of the amount of underage Toppats that had already been brought in so fast.
âActually, sheâs an adult this time. Says her nameâs Ellie Rose, she escaped from the Wall? Wasnât that where we got you out of?â
Oh my god. Oh my god itâs Ellie. Oh my fucking god.
He thought heâd never see her again. He thought this was one of those endings where he was doomed to isolation. But Ellie was here. She was here to join. One of his best friends heâd ever had in any lifetime was here to join him.
And sheâll never know it. Sheâs not going to even know me. She might not even recognize me. But goddamn it, even if she doesnât itâll be so awesome to see her again!
âI- uh- yeah, send her in!â he replied, doing his best not to sound nervous or excited, despite being both. He could almost feel the look Carol was giving him as he stood, dusting himself off and making sure his hat was on straight.
God, I probably look half dead. I canât believe sheâs really here! Itâs like Toppat Civil Warfare except sheâs not here to dethrone me! And sheâs not mad! Because she wants to join! Peacefully!
His thoughts raced in the moments it took for Ellie to reach his office door. She stepped in, looking around at the room, before locking eyes with Henry. For a single, solitary instant, he swore he saw recognition.
âUhm, hello. My name is Ellie,â the redhead introduced herself, âYou must be the Toppat Leader. I heard you broke out of the Wall, and I thought, âIf that guy can do it, I can too, right?â and, uh⌠Iâll admit, it was a little easier than I thought it would be, since the wardenâs still pissed you got out. I⌠I feel like Iâve seen you somewhere before?â
Oh my god, does she know? No, no she canât know. Only Chaos Control and I know.
âOh, yeah, we were in the same transfer room, I think? You seem pretty strong, itâs not too big a surprise that you were able to get out, too. I mean- I know itâs the Wall, but still! O-oh, and smart! You seem smart, too!â Henry rambled, trying his best to stay on her good side.
I sound so awkward, like I have some kind of crush on her. What is this, middle school?
âHeh, is that so? Is that because I decided to join the Toppats?â she asked, a smile on her face as she tilted her head a bit.
âN-no! W-well, yes, thatâs a smart idea, but, I mean, it takes a certain kind of intelligence to escape from the Wall! After all, I had help but, you, you did it alone! Thatâs very impressive! I-I mean, not for you specifically, just, like, in general!â
Now I just sound stupid.
His heart leapt as he heard her laugh softly at him, crossing her arms.
âAre you always this awkward around new recruits, or is it just me?â
âIt's just you, Ms. Rose,â Carol interjected, reaching over to shake Ellie's hand. âCarol Cross, Henry's Right Hand Lady. I act as his second in command, closest advisor, main guard and next in line to lead the Toppats. Pleasure to meet you.â
âNice to meet you, too. That's a⌠lot of titles to have at once,â she chuckled, almost nervously.
âBeing a Right Hand is a very important position. It's typically given to spouses or family, however I gained it by being the main coordinator behind Henry's rescue.â
âYeah, it seemed like the best way I could repay her! She's been really helpful, especially when it comes to keeping me safe,â Henry added.
âWhat, are you, like, in danger? Is there something going on I should know about?â she looked towards the door as if expecting someone to suddenly charge in.
âSomeone wants Henry dead. An attempt has already been made on his life and we're not taking chances anymore,â the ravenette clarified. âNot one.â
âOh, shit, why?â
âCould be jealousy, or they just don't like him, or how he came to lead. He took over after betraying the American Government.â
âOh, that's awesome. Not the someone wanting you dead thing, the betraying the government thing,â Ellie clarified.
Henry fought the urge to ask her if she really thought so, though he could feel himself smiling.
âSo, yeah, tell me a bit about yourself. How'd you end up at the Wall?â he asked, as though he wasn't already very familiar with the story.
âWell, I was a contract killer for a while, but when that started running dry, I turned to theft. Turned up some pretty big profits until the Wall got ahold of me. I mostly based it out of Texas at first, but I got pretty nomadic when things started getting too bad. I've been all over the US.â
âWow, sounds like you've got the exact kind of skillset a good Toppat needs!â Henry feigned shock. He already knew she was perfect for this. He was just happy she was here to prove him right yet again. âAll that's left to do is get you familiar with the Airship and get you fitted with an outfit!â
âI'll send for Thomas for a tour-â Carol started before Henry cut her off.
âNo no, I-I can bring her around myself! As someone who's also broken out of the Wall, I-I feel that I can give her a more⌠uhm⌠a clearer understanding of uhm⌠I-I want to take her on the tour.â
âAre you sure? Touring with a new recruit while someone wants your head is a⌠I don't want to say it's a bad idea, but⌠that's what it is.â
âI mean, you can come with me if you think I need protection. You're pretty intimidating, just you walking with us will be enough. I just think it would be a good way to help her feel welcomed. Ellie, would you be okay with that?â
âAre you kidding? That'd be awesome,â she assured him, âPlus itâd be nice to have someone whoâs not some random guy show me around.â
âGreat! Well then, Ellie,â Henry began to walk around the desk, ready to lead her around the Airship, âShall we?â
#eun writes#thsc#the henry stickmin collection#the henry stickmin au#ttt au#total toppat takeover#ellie rose#henry stickmin#carol cross
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Ateez's Full Storyline Explained - Part 02
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MATZ (A-World)
Initially, due to the announcement that this takes place in the A-World, I was going to propose the theory that this music video takes place prior to Fever Part 1 - a flashback to Hongjoong and Seonghwa performing as a rap duo before they met Yunho and the rest and became Ateez, but I just couldn't figure out how all the robed cult-like people fit into this narrative... and then it dawned on me: Halazia.
After escaping the brainwashing facility in Not Okay and before they arrived in Halazia (Z-World's past), they must have already been travelling between worlds and might as well have ended up in A-World along the way.
I'm not gonna lie: I first thought of this because of Hongjoong's fluffy hat which reminded me of the one he wore in Halazia but once I had it in my brain, I couldn't help but notice various other similarities.
The abandoned building?
Reminiscent of the abandoned mall we grew all too familiar with during that funky little livestream before the release of Halazia.
All the chains randomly hanging from the ceiling?
Reminiscent of the ones they were dragging around in Halazia to chain up the orb.
All the people in robes willingly following them around to commit random crimes like robbing a small store?
Their version of the Black Pirates, aka the robed folks we already saw in Halazia.
They even brought back the purple lighting and specifically made fun of me personally because I'm too dumb to figure out the meaning behind these numbers.
(I'm kidding, of course.)
All this to say: these two are neither Hongjoong and Seonghwa from Ateez, nor the Black Pirates we've come to know and love, but rather the two we've only met briefly during one of the sickest goddamn MVs I've ever seen while they were performing the most spiritually and spacially transcendent songs I've ever heard, like holy shit, Halazia still slaps so fucking hard, how did they even come up with this?
Anywho - with this in mind, we can watch the video again and gather hints as to what they were up to in the A-World (besides committing minor felonies here and there).
We begin as follows:
They've ordered one of their people to fasten a tracker to the underside of a black car prior to their arrival on the scene.
Several black-cloaked figures then enter the car and drive away before we cut to the title card.
Matz exit the building and get into the car which is now no longer occupied by at least the two people in the front seats which means there's a small timeskip where we don't know what happened with the car's occupants. I'll get back to this in a moment.
We now see Matz take the front seats right before they get black bags pulled over their heads from the people hidden in the backseat. Clearly, they're not very surprised by this. They knew it would happen. It's part of the plan.
They get chained up and stuffed in the back and taken to a secondary location. (Take note of the blue-and-earthtone palette we've last seen in Halazia.)
Keep in mind that this is a vehicle their own people are able to track. This tells me it's not just the creeps who are after Matz - Matz are also after these creeps. Now, who would Matz have beef with in the A-World, a world they've never been to before?
That's right: Henry Jo, the leader of Skienslavar, aka A-World's Z whose straight up evilness has led to the brainwashing and mass-murder of a huge amount of people in Z-World and, even more so, in their own world where the rebellion failed entirely.
Matz are currently on a mission to take down A-World's Skiensalvar before they can do as much damage as they did back in their own world. And it's this mission that then also leads them - alongside the rest of the Black Pirates - to other worlds as we will see in the future until they eventually meet their end in Halazia.
Henry Jo last saw Ateez at the museum when they were trying to steal the Cromer to save Yeosang in the Fever Epilogue Diary Entries - hell, he even tried to straight up stab Wooyoung to get his hands on that thing. Naturally, he then also wouldn't shy away from kidnapping any of them to get the current location of the Cromer out of them.
This explains why they're tied to a chair and surrounded by cultists from all angles.
Right after this shot, we get to see yet another group with black hoods march up into the same building. However, unlike the ankle-length robes of the cultists, they're dressed in black pants and hoodies, leaning more toward techwear
They're the Black Pirates who've been tracking the black car they tagged at the beginning of the MV and they're here to free their two kidnapped leaders
Specifically, the Black Pirates head out the moment Seonghwa makes eye contact with one of the cultist's camera lenses, which I can only assume means that this messed-up cult is livestreaming their kidnapping of two young men in their mid-twenties
Likely because they're hoping either of them will say something that will reaffirm the cult's beliefs and thus validate them in the eyes of whatever audience they're trying to reach
Right after this moment, Matz break the chains binding their wrists and jump up from their chairs
We can then see them perform in the same location with some of the other Black Pirates - thus also utilizing the livestreaming equipment that was already set up to, presumably, try to undo whatever harm the preachings of the cult may have done to the current viewership
After leaving the area, Matz seem to teleport out of the premises which is indicated by a negative frame, followed by some skipped frames to create a nice flowy movement out of frame to the right that feels unnatural but seamless
Right after, we get another transitional frame from Matz in the outfits they've been wearing all along to just Seonghwa in a more fancy gold and fur get up
Along the way, we also get to see Matz run through an empty parking garage while some of the other Black Pirates are slowly wandering through a little music store
They're simply looking at all the CDs in the shelves - something they've never seen before after they've been denied access to music their entire lives back in their world
And then Matz arrive and start tearing up the place.
But why? I think it might just be in their character.
When they later arrive in Halazia, they will burn their own black uniforms and now we see them tearing up a store selling the music they once tried to use to form a rebellion. An effort which failed.
They're struggling psychologically, they're traumatized after watching their world fall into the hands of Z, they feel angry and frustrated because they failed to safe their home despite doing everything right: they gathered so many people, organized them, held performances, used music to wake them up and yet... It wasn't enough.
And now, they're risking their lives for alternate versions of the people they failed to safe. And those people will never know how much they did for them.
We already know how different Ateez are from their Z-World counterparts - due to them growing up in A-World, they're more calculated, less provocative, less extreme (see: Inception vs Thanxx).
Halazia's Ateez seem to be an even more extreme version of Z-World's Ateez - more volatile, maybe even more aggressive, certainly less open to making new friends from what we've seen so far.
This is certainly also highlighted when we listen to the newscaster reporting on a case of two men who mysteriously disappeared after committing arson.
Those two little shits legit set a fire and teleported out of there so they wouldn't get caught... After all that fire in Halazia, I genuinely believe these guys are serial arsonists.
In conclusion: I'm fairly confident in my theory and I think we might just see them again some day as we explore the time they spent travelling around between Not Okay and Halazia. It's simply tragic to know all along what their ultimate fate will be.
#ateez#ateez lore#hongjoong#seonghwa#yunho#yeosang#san#mingi#wooyoung#jongho#will - the world ep fin#matz mv#the world series
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Reg, RHM, Henry, Charles, Ellie, Dave, Rupert, Sven, Burt, Galeforce, Carol and MacBeth, your favourite song/s, singer/s or band, genre? Well I made a list but if anyone else wants to answer feel free to. Dave: You like cartoons? Would you watch them with Rupert or are you too ashamed to do so next to someone so tough? Sven: Have an Almond Cake! I read Swedes like Almonds! Also do you know where exactly in Sweden you come from? Burt: Are you afraid of anything? No, breaking up with Sven or him getting hurt doesn't count lol. Reggie and RHM: I once saw a meme where shaking a battery box makes RHM come like a cat. Does that work? (idk if RHM is a cyborg here, if not don't answer that) Ellie: People are mixed weather your hair are naturally scarlet or are they actually blonde and dyed. What's the truth? Also, is Jacob your brother? Amelia/Turtle: You watch TMNT? >:) Rupert and Charles: Do you like dogs? They are used in the military afterall.
{Mod here! This will have no semblance of time in the real world bc I am a little lazy when it comes to looking up songs, sorry!}
Reginald: Me and Righty like anything by Frank Sinatra.
RHM: Before I was like this, I had a damn good voice for his songs.
Reginald: Oh, dear, you still do! And before you ask, no, I'm not talking about the voice changer. I still like your natural voice, warping and all~
RHM, flustered and pulling his hat down to cover his face: ... Good god, Reg...
Reginald: As for the battery box thing, no, Righty doesn't do that. His cybernetics run on a generator that's connected to his heart, so he has no interest in batteries. But he does always come when I scream.
RHM: Because I'm your protector, so if anything might be hurting you, I'm not taking any chances.
-In the Airship Brig-
Henry: I dunno... I kinda like parodies or anything funny, really... Maybe Vending Machine Of Love?
Dave: I like Fireflies. It's a cute song, honestly... And yeah, I like cartoons, but mainly older ones, like classic Looney Toons and stuff. Me and Rupert used to watch them all the time... It was actually the first secret I told him! ... God, I miss him...
-In one of many hallways in the Airship-
Sven, carrying a stack of paperwork: WOAH! *catches the cake, trying to balance it and the papers* I don't really remembER- *manages to stop the papers from tipping over in his arm* M-Me and Earrings wandered a lot before- skit! *readjusts his grip on the cake before it falls, and manages to balance it on the paper stack, sighing in relief* Before we followed Pa to the old base there, so I never got to memorize where we were before we were off again. As for my favorite song, both Burt and I love Orbit by Mars Mignon! It's calm and soft, like a lot of the time we spend together.
-In Communications-
Burt: Orbit by Mars Mignon. I like how it kinda relates to me and Sven. As for the fears thing, I dunno, surprise attacks, I guess? I'm the first one to know about attacks, so someone getting the jump on us scares me. And geese. I got chased and bitten by a goose once. Not fun.
-Just outside of the Armory-
Mr. MacBeth: I don't really think about it, I've never been much of a music lover. Hm... I guess I can enjoy an old video game music track. Dunno about a favorite, though...
Carol: I like Jack Stauber songs, but my favorite is probably Oh Klahoma. It's very catchy, and a nice rhythm to work to.
-On General Galeforce's Base-
Rupert: I like Safe And Sound by Capital Cities... me and Dave used to sing it when we were off-duty sometimes. But Fireflies absolutely comes in a close second...
Charles: Hm, I like all kinds of music, but... I guess my favorite would be Born For This. It gets me really pumped up before a mission!
Rupert: And yeah, both me and Charlie are basically dog people, though in very different ways. I like stronger working breeds, since they're both helpful and good companions...
Charles: And I like smaller breeds. Easier to carry and treat like the adorable fluffy babies they are!
Galeforce: You'd never believe it, but I'm actually pretty fond of musical tracks, like anything from Hamilton.
Charles: Hey, General, good seeing you outside for once!
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Turtle: I did when I was little, it was my favorite cartoon.
Frog: Wait, is that why Turtle is your codename?
Turtle: :)
-Somewhere in Vegas-
Ellie: Hm, I like stuff like Lotta True Crime and Product Of My Own Design. Also, of course this isn't natural, c'mon guys, you really think my hair would naturally be this red? Though I do have naturally red hair, it's not to this extent. Also, Jacob's not my brother, he's my little cousin. *sighs a bit* I miss him sometimes, honestly.
#little anon!#thsc#the henry stickmin collection#the henry stickmin au#astf#a step too far#reginald copperbottom#right hand man#henry stickmin#ellie rose#charles calvin#rupert price#burt curtis#sven svensson#general hubert galeforce#amelia 'turtle' esteban#john 'frog' pilksin#dave panpa#mr. macbeth#carol cross#look at all those chickens! (mass asking)
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How do you like the mash movie?
I saw the series first, my dad is a fan and we used to watch it together, and was surprised at its more serious tone. Frank Burns also struck me as also a pathetic idiot but in such a different way and also has these evil vibes. Because of you I discovered the books, got them, and im having even more shocks!
i fucking LOVED IT. i was absolutely HOWLING the entire time. my favorite bits were:
the opening where you see the dangling arms of the bodies in the choppers??? oh my god. i was like GASP. the insane blood and gore was awesome and really drove home how petty and wacky everyone's being
hawkeye's stupid tinted glasses and bucket hat <3 sooo 70s.
mulcahy getting immediately ignored the second he's introduced. mulcahy basically acting like a frightened mouse in every scene he has. he is so sad. he's really not cut out for this
frank being introduced as an aggressive bible thumper (very funny contrast to the likeable and shy priest) so him cheating on his wife with margaret, who is also married, is even funnier
radar(!!) being the one who puts the mic under frank and margaret's bed
mulcahy hearing them bang, leaning in bc he thinks it's a radio program he enjoys, and going D: when he Realizes
suicide is painless. holy shit. did you know a 14 y/o wrote the lyrics? his dad said "i needed the lyrics to be extremely stupid, and 14 year old boys are masters of stupidity." mom just learned that and has been telling all her 50-60 y/o friends. also both versions in the movie are sung beautifully (and thus hilariously)
the unbelievable fruitiness of hawkeye and trapper at all points but especially in the golf related scenes
trapper spawning the olives out of nowhere. player.placeatme olivejar 1
bring me the sultry bitch with the fire in her eyes! (dramatic zoom)
RADAR STEALING HENRY'S BLOOD??
hawkeye's entire interaction with painless just SCREAMING "chaotic bisexual who's been out the longest of anyone in the friendgroup and will forcefully yank you out of the closet the second you start questioning"
racists do not get dignified with a response. racists get shoved out of their chair
DON'T LET HIM KISS YOU HAWKEYE!
frank getting carted away in a straitjacket and never seen again
margaret hating the idea of football until the general wants it and suddenly she's a cheerleader with pigtails bc she's completely spineless. god she's so evil in this i LOVE horrible evil women. full agency at being the worst person ever <333 i support women's wrongs and i love watching chicks who are just slow-motion car crashes
"i was thinking we should have some plays, cause yknow, football teams always have plays" "actually i took the liberty of drawing about seven or eight plays for us to try ^_^" "great! ...what do these arrows mean?"
MASH EM! SMASH EM! KILL, KILL, KILL!
OH MY GOD THEY SHOT HIM!!!
hawkeye suddenly not wanting to leave once he's actually able to đĽş
end credits being read over the loudspeaker like the other movie night announcements. so. cute.
okay sorry. good movie. i had fun and cried laughing âââââ
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Her eyes were fixed on her coffee cup she'd just set down, but she picked her head up quickly upon hearing his voice and took a deep breath. She turned, feeling the cold metal under her hands when she touched the table, "Couldn't sleep," she breathed.
I couldn't sleep because you didn't ever come to bed.
I couldn't sleep because all I was thinking about was that morning at 2:38 when you came and held me and we grieved together over something we never even had known we wanted. Over something we maybe didn't even want. Over something I have not consistently thought about in years now.
I couldn't sleep because I wanted to hate you for hurting me like you did, for telling me I remind you of Dmitri every time I look at you and every time you try to talk to me.
She glanced back at him again and saw him making his own cup of coffee, but then she turned and rubbed her eye before getting another sip of her coffee to try and drown down the lump in her throat. Her shoulders got a little jolt through them when her phone started buzzing, and she looked down to see Russell Jackson calling her at 4:57. She stared at it, wondering if she should answer or if she could just continue her sulking.
There were few moments she wanted to completely take her Secretary hat offâit was part of the job to always be "on," and though it was not easy and she never admitted she liked that, it also was not something she liked on occasion. Occasions like that night when all she wanted to do was live in her head, wonder why it felt like her marriage was falling apart over a decision she had to makeâhad to makeâat work. Had she known that Henry wouldn't be able to look at her, she would have preferred quitting the job altogether.
Like when she'd quit the CIA after knowing she could either keep selling her soul until it was gone completely or leave the company. With a feeling like a flash, her body was transported back to Iraq in 2006, back to when she'd stayed up pacing beside her cot. That day the cot had gone completely untouchedâshe hadn't even bothered faking like she could go to sleep that night. Her boots were unlaced but still on her feet, her shirt clung to her with the sand and sweat, and she had the same sinking feeling in her stomach as she did standing at that farmhouse table with her coffee cup in front of her and her phone buzzing to the side.
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Can we get some shit post /crack headcanons of Joey? Not ship stuff just. Joey
I HAVE SO MANY YOU HAVE NO FUCKING CLUE
âď¸ Joey hates summer. loves the fireworks, hates the heat.
âď¸ he has ONE SINGLE SCAR. THIS IS FROM HIS BROTHER THROWING A FUCKING ROCK AT HIM AS A CHILD.
âď¸ Joey doesn't believe in pancakes. he thinks having pancakes for breakfast is an affront to God. He like waffles more since it contains syrup better.
âď¸ fucking hates oatmeal. he doesn't like how lumpy it feels :(
âď¸ if he smells one of those fucking. gym ball things, he WILL DUCK FOR COVER. YOU KNOW, THE KIND USED FOR DODGEBALL.
âď¸ he EXCLUSIVELY USES paper plates. he hates doing dishes.
âď¸ Joey was a menace in high school, he used to hide in the lockers to scare people passing by.
âď¸ He once had to sleep in his treehouse outside, this was because he had a cookie dough ball fight with his brother when he was ten.
âď¸ He has an affinity for finding all of the plants he's fucking allergic to.
âď¸ His emotions are shown through his smiles.
âď¸ This is his "Henry don't leave me here smile"
âď¸ someone help this poor man.
âď¸ He has severe thalassophobia. He has no reason to have this fear. If you showed this man Subnautica, he would be sobbing within seconds.
âď¸ He loves puzzles but is never allowed to do them. This is due to his habit of eating the pieces. you dumb whore. those are not potato chips.
âď¸ He is not allowed to drink. He got drunk at a college party once and somehow ended up in a whole other state. nobody knows how this happened. He also ate a rock.
âď¸ He does not like birds very much. One screamed at him in a pet store when he was six, and he holds a grudge against them to this day because of it.
âď¸ He had a weed brownie once. That's how all the characters from the nightmare run cast came to be.
âď¸ He's picky about his cough syrup. NEVER LET THIS MAN BE SICK AROUND YOU, IF YOU VALUE YOUR MENTAL HEALTH.
âď¸ If he could play the sonic games from nowadays, his favorite character would unironically be Vector, as crocodiles are his favorite animal.
âď¸ As a kid, he tried to exclusively eat cucumber sandwiches. Now, he has a firm disdain for them, as he feels he "ate his lifetime supply of those fuckers as a child, now I don't need to ever have one again.".
âď¸ He's a slut for chocolate chip cookies. Henry tried tricking him with a raisin cookie by telling him it was a chocolate chip cookie. That is the first time Joey drew blood.
âď¸ He would have eaten play-doh.
âď¸ He likes squirrels. He thinks they sound funny.
âď¸ His favorite dinosaur is the brachiosaurus. If you don't know it by name, it would be better known by the name given in Land Before Time, being Longnecks.
âď¸ He's basically Henry's worst nightmare. Henry was raised catholic. Joey(outside of a work setting, obviously) will make sex jokes at the drop of a hat. can we get an F in the chat for Henry.
âď¸ He fucks around with those artist dolls. He has no reason for this. He just likes doing it.
âď¸ He wasn't well liked as a child. This was due to whenever he was invited to play house with the other kids, it would go the divorce route. Nobody liked Joey. Poor Joey.
âď¸ He had to go to the hospital a lot as a child. He broke a lot of bones. He did this mostly to get out of school. He is not very smart.
âď¸ He prefers pure chocolate to chocolate with nuts in it, since, "I prefer my chocolate without nuts, since it makes my teeth hurt when it has nuts in it.".
âď¸ He has a knight helmet. He will wear it around the house.
âď¸ To help him remember to do his nightly routine, he has his old teddy bear do it alongside him. If he can't find him to do it with him, he isn't doing it. What if he forgets a step?!
âď¸ His first Norman jumpscare was when the lights went out due to a power outage. Joey just saw a disembodied hand hand him a candle. Joey passed out.
#batim au#bendy#the ink demon#batim#bendy the demon#bendy and the ink machine#batdr#sammy lawrence#joey drew#joey drew batim#alice angel#ink demon#henry stein#the projectionist
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Some Rain Must Fall - (Fallout Fic) Chapter 13: Weathering The Storm
Chapter:Â 13/?
Cooper and Lucy need to find a place to hide from a radstorm, but when they get trapped the only way out might be more dangerous than they bargained for.
Characters: Lucy MacLean/Cooper Howard(The Ghoul), Dogmeat(CX-404), Original Characters
Word Count: 5695
Warnings:Â Violence, Swearing
Author's Note: This is my second longest chapter, but as far as chapters with only original fanfiction and no scenes from the show, it is the longest. Not to spoil things, but there is a deathclaw in this chapter, and I am aware that their weak point is their stomach/belly, and that Lucy and Cooper do not use that weak point. *shrug* No getting mad, please. We are getting so close to being caught up here on Tumblr, and then it will switch to (hopefully) weekly posts. My schedule is a lot busier than it was this summer, so it may happen now and again that I miss a week. Enjoy~
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It took Lucy a couple of seconds to respond to him, and Cooper took the time to admire the look of confusion on her pretty face; lips slightly parted and tilted into a little frown, nose wrinkled and eyebrows furrowed over those big hazel eyes.
âWhat? Why do you want to go to my Vault?â she asked.
Cooper adjusted the hat on his head, catching sight of the hole in the brim as he did. A forever reminder of Kelly that made him feel real strange inside. Happy and sad and guilty all at once. Clearing his throat he replied. âWell, I figure that since your daddy worked for my ex-wife, he might have had some information on her there. Especially since he was apparently Overseer. Seems like odds would be good that if Barb is still out there, they might have been in contact.â He knew it was a stretch. Whatever means Henry had used to hop himself into the future werenât necessarily used by Barb or Janey, but hope was a necessary ingredient in living as long as he had.
Lucy was still looking at him, like she was trying to figure out if he had some sort of ulterior motive, then slowly he watched the expression change to one of wary curiosity.
Cooper sighed. âYou get one question right now. Iâll answer one question, and then we need to start walking. I wanna put in as much distance today as we can before we lose the light.â
Biting her lip, Lucy looked up at him, searching his face, carefully considering her question before she finally voiced it. âHow old was Janey the last time you saw her?â
Although Cooper had expected her to ask him a question about Janey or Barb, he hadnât expected it to hurt the way it did. He grimaced. âShe was seven years old when the bombs dropped.â His stare dared Lucy to say anything about how long ago that was, or to suggest that Janey might not even still be alive, but instead she nodded, the thoughtful look still on her face, and turned, calling for Dogmeat who had wandered a short distance away, sniffing at some nearby rubble.
âOkey-dokey,â she said. âLetâs go, then.â And she started walking. Now it was Cooperâs turn to look confused. Lucy the chatterbox was holding her tongue? Was she actually displaying the self control needed to keep from asking him more than one question? Would wonders never cease?
There wasnât a lot of time left in the day, but they made the most of it. Cooper kept an eye on the sky above them, watching the thick clouds in the distance looming closer and closer. The air had picked up that staticky feeling it gets before a storm, and he could almost taste the ozone on his tongue. But worse, and definitely more concerning given his present company, was the increase in radiation that he could feel. Cooper picked up on it before Lucyâs PipBoy did, since the radiation made him feel better and gave him energy, but eventually the sound of thunder rumbled through the air, and with it the RAD meter on Lucyâs wrist started clicking.
Lucy looked up, confusion twisting her lips into a frown as she searched the sky. âWhat is that?â
Cooper came up next to her, putting a hand on her arm and guiding her along. Heâd been keeping an eye out for a suitable shelter for them, or rather for her and Dogmeat, since the radiation from the oncoming storm wasnât likely to hurt him, but he hadnât spotted anything quite yet that would serve. âCome on, Sweetheart. Thereâs a storm cominâ and you are most definitely not gonna wanna be outside when it hits. Unless you fancy looking like me.â
Lucy looked up at the approaching clouds and nodded her head. She looked a little confused about what could be so bad about a storm, but she didnât question him, which Cooper appreciated. He could explain it to her later, once they had found somewhere to hide out, but not right now. Rather than covering distance, the two of them started looking in earnest for somewhere sturdy enough to shelter the three of them once the storm broke.
The wind picked up around them, blowing Lucyâs hair in her face until she finally pulled it into a knot at the nape of her neck to keep it out of her eyes, squinting against the sand which started to whip through the air. Cooper pushed a shoulder against a partially fallen door, knocking it out of the way and stepping into the dwelling. One of these damn places had to have a fallout shelter inside. Dogmeat was hunkered down to the ground, ears pinned to her head, and although he couldnât hear it in the sharply blowing wind, Cooper was sure the dog would be whimpering. A flash in the distance pulled his attention to a hole in the wall, and he saw lightning arch through the clouds, highlighting the wall of sand and debris blowing towards them.
âFuck,â he growled. Just as he was getting ready to stuff Lucy and Dogmeat into a closet and hope for the best, he saw what might have been the most beautiful thing in the world at that moment. The yellow and black sign had faded to grey and almost brown, but he recognized the symbol even under the layers of dirt and dust. âYou two get in here!â He shouted to be heard over the now howling wind, holding his hat in one hand to keep it from blowing away, and wedged himself against the falling door to give Lucy and Dogmeat room to squeeze through.
The doors to the shelter were rusty and protested mightily as he hauled them open, but in the end they gave, and he beckoned his companions down the half rotten steps. Lucy slid down on her butt, but Dogmeat squirmed around at the top of the stairs, looking at them nervously until finally Cooper reached down and scooped her up, putting her over one shoulder and easing down the first few steps so he could shut the door behind them. The sound of the wind wasnât cut off completely, but it was dulled to a faint groaning. Cooper made it a few more steps before the 200 year old steps gave out under him and sent all three of them toppling the last few feet to the hard concrete floor.
For a moment, the only sounds were the collective groans of pain, and the muffled moaning of the wind outside the shelter door. Eventually, Cooper forced himself to sit up and felt around for his hat, which heâd dropped when the stairs collapsed. Everything hurt, which wasnât all that odd for him, but that didnât make it any more pleasant.
âCooper?â Lucyâs voice was strained and nervous, so he gave up the search for the hat, reaching out for her instead. Finding her leg first, he felt his way up to her shoulder, trying not to feel like he was groping her as he did.
âRight here, Darlinâ,â he said. Fingers clasped onto his, squeezing tightly.
âI canât see anything.â
âJust give me a second.â Cooper pulled her closer, putting her hand on his shoulder so he could feel around for his saddlebags. Normally his eyesight was good enough that he could see pretty well in the dark, but even he struggled in pitch blackness. It took a few more moments of groping around to find his saddlebags and pull out a box of matches, but Cooper managed to light one on his second strike, and the little flame felt like a searchlight shining directly in his eyes after the blackness from the last few moments.
Lucy was sitting nearby on her knees, both hands on his shoulders. Dogmeat was laying a short ways away, licking at her leg and whimpering. Cooper felt a stab of guilt. Had she been injured when they all fell? Before he could check the status of the dog, he needed to figure out a light source.
âHere,â Lucyâs hands left his shoulders and she shrugged off her backpack, opening it to dig around. The match guttered out and Cooper struck another. They wouldnât be able to keep this up forever. It was a finite amount of matches, after all. When Lucy turned back to him, she was holding a thick candle in her hands, beaming like sheâd found gold in the bottom of her bag.
âAre you kidding me?â Cooper raised an eyebrow, but reached out with his match to light the candle. Lucy snatched it back and the match went out again.
âOh, Iâm sorry if my candle isnât good enough. Iâll just wait for you to pull a lamp out of your saddlebags, then.â She somehow managed to snap at him and sound cheerful at the same time. Cooper sighed heavily and lit another match.
âSorry. Ainât got a lantern. Your candle is the best weâve got for now,â he admitted. Lucy looked at him for a second before letting him light the candle. The light wasnât much, but it was better than what they had before. And it was enough for Cooper to be able to look through his bags once more until he finally found a little bottle with a few pills rattling around inside. He tipped it in his hand, taking two of the pills, popping one into his mouth and offering the other to Lucy. She raised an eyebrow in obvious skepticism.
âWhat is it?â
âItâs called âCateye.â Itâll help you see better in the dark. It ainât perfect, mind, but itâs better than nothing.â Cooper moved his hand a little closer to her, waiting for her to take it. It took a moment before Lucy finally accepted the little pill, grimacing as she swallowed it dry.
âYuck,â she muttered under her breath. With that taken care of, Cooper moved over to Dogmeat, who looked up at him with big, sad eyes.
âAw, Iâm sorry Dogmeat. Didnât expect those stairs to give out on us like that. You were right about âem.â He reached out as he spoke, putting a hand carefully on the leg she had been licking. Dogmeat continued to watch him with her big eyes, but she didnât growl or move to bite him, so Cooper began feeling along her leg, letting out a relieved breath when he didnât find any broken bones. âDonât worry, looks like youâll make a full recovery.â He pet her head, scratching under her muzzle affectionately.
âWhat was that out there?â Lucy asked, looking up at the closed doors of the shelter. Cooper followed her gaze.
âItâs called a radstorm. Not terribly common âround here, find more of âem over in the Commonwealth on the East Coast. Not totally unheard of though. We must be pretty fucking unlucky for one to show up now.â Cooper got to his feet, testing out his aching body to make sure nothing was broken on him, either. It was lucky Lucy had been further down the stairs than he and Dogmeat were when it collapsed. She barely seemed phased at all.
The room they were in wasnât very big, maybe six feet by six feet, leading off to a short hallway with another metal door at the other end. The only thing in the room other than them was the splintered, rotted remains of the stairs. Why the hell hadnât they been made out of metal? Poor planning. Or people who hadnât really expected it to need to stand the test of time. That didnât bode well for whoever had planned on using this shelter.
Lucy pulled her backpack on again and stood as well, then drew her gun, keeping it in one hand, finger off the trigger. Cooper looked at her and chuckled.
âYou expecting a fight?â he asked.
Lucy shrugged at him. âI have no idea what to expect. I donât plan on using it, but if someone is thinking of hurting us, maybe seeing a weapon will make them think twice and give me a chance to talk them down.â
âWhatever you need to tell yourself, Sweetheart,â Cooper drawled. âStill, maybe itâs best if I go first, huh?â He shouldered his saddlebags and moved for the door at the end of the hallway. Seeing the people moving, Dogmeat got to her feet and followed, limping slightly as she did. The door at the end of the short hallway was almost as stubborn as the first doors, but eventually Cooper managed to wrench it open. As soon as he did, the smell of old rot hit his senses, and he paused.
âHand me that candle, would ya?â he asked, reaching back. Lucy obligingly put the candle in his gloved hand, and Cooper brought it forward, putting it through the opening he had made so he could see into the room. The candle cast dim light and stark shadows over the walls, which were a mess of half collapsed shelves, and if someone had actually made it down here before, they hadnât been around for a long time. With one more shove, Cooper managed to push the door open enough for all of them to squeeze through.
Lucy started searching for any salvageable supplies, while Cooper made his way to the next door across the room, wondering exactly how far the shelter would go on for. This door wasnât fully closed, and when it swung in, Cooper got an answer to what had happened to the people who had owned this shelter. Whatever this room had been before wasnât clear anymore. Now, one wall was busted open like something had tunneled straight through the metal. In one corner was a pile of bones, which Cooper took to be the remains of the former occupants. He wasnât sure what had taken up residence in this place, but it sure didnât seem like something he wanted to tangle with.
âWeâre gonna just keep to this room,â he said quietly, closing the door fully and searching unsuccessfully for a lock.
âWhy? Whatâs in there?â Lucy came to stand behind him, still holding the candle in her hand. Cooper cleared his throat and turned to face her.
âWell, looks like something else either was or is living in there, and it made a nice snack outta whoever lived here before.â
Lucy wrinkled her nose and looked over his shoulder at the door, but didnât try to move past him to open it. âAre you sure itâs safe for us to sleep here, then?â
Cooper shrugged a shoulder. âDonât see as weâve got another choice, Sweetheart. That storm out there would make you sick way before we could find another shelter. Anyways, whatever it is ainât like to notice weâre here so long as we keep the sound to a minimum and go out the same door we came in through. These storms donât tend to last more than a few hours. Itâll have cleared up by morning, Iâm sure.â Lucy didnât look convinced, so Cooper reached out and put a hand on her shoulder. âWhat happened to me makinâ you feel safe, huh?â
Now Lucy smiled and snorted a little, shaking her head. âYouâre really going to use that against me here? You just told me something ate the people who used to live here in the other room.â
âYeah, well, you watched me eat a fella right in front of you, and you donât seem much scared oâ me,â Cooper flashed her a grin, not sure why the hell he was bringing up probably the most taboo thing he had ever done in front of her. To his surprise, Lucy chuckled.
âIs that your way of warning me youâre planning on turning me into âass jerky?ââ she asked.
âI could think of worse things to put in my mouth,â Cooper said before he could think better of it, and holy shit, was it a trick of the candle light and the Cateye, or did she blush a little bit at that? He cleared his throat and his hand fell away from her shoulder. âAnyhow, we better find a spot to bunk down for the night. Iâm sure you and Dogmeat could do with something to eat and some rest.â
The next half hour or so was spent mostly in silence, and he figured it was because of the threat of something in the next room, and not because of him saying something stupid and tactless. Lucy and Dogmeat did both have a little dinner, then curled up together on a blanket, blowing out the candle, while Cooper sat nearby, keeping an eye on the door, a gun drawn just in case. Eventually he felt his own eyelids starting to droop. Surely it wouldnât hurt to close them for just a couple minutes.
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The crash that woke Lucy nearly sent her into a panic. The candle was out, and whatever the Cateye had done for her had worn off, leaving her groping around in the dark. Her worst fear was that something in the next room had returned and figured out there was something tasty sleeping one room over. When a hand grabbed her by the shoulder she almost jumped out of her skin, and the only thing that muffled a shriek of alarm was a hand clamping itself over her mouth.
âEasy there, Darlinâ, itâs me. Ainât planning on eating you just yet.â Cooperâs voice was hushed, but not whispered like they were being actively hunted by something, and Lucy relaxed, reaching up to put her hand over his and let him know it was safe to take his hand off of her mouth. As his hand came off of her mouth, his grip shifted until he could give her hand a reassuring squeeze. âGimme a second. Iâll get that candle lit again.â
The couple seconds felt like they took much longer, but Lucy managed to weather it in silence. Dogmeat had found her in the dark and gave her hand a lick once Cooper had let go of her. Eventually the sound of a match striking made her whole body relax, even before the room came back into focus.
âWhat was that?â she asked once they could see that nothing in their room had changed.
âThank I might know,â Cooper said, making his way back towards the door they came in through. The two of them managed to pile enough stuff up for him to reach the stairs that hadnât collapsed yet, and when he pushed on the shelter doors they didnât budge.
âFuck,â Cooper swore under his breath, and Lucy felt a chill run down her spine.
âWhat?â she asked, even though she was fairly certain she knew the answer.
âWell,â Cooper drew the word out, then gave another shove. âI suspect the house up there might have blown over in the storm.â He pushed again, letting out a heavy grunt, but the door didnât budge. âWhich means we,â another push and a grunt, âare,â shove, âstuck.â He finally stopped pushing to look down at her, and Lucy shivered. Above them the sound of blowing wind was gone. Was that because the storm had stopped, or was it because there was now an entire house over the door to insulate from the noise?
âWhat do we do?â Lucy tried to keep the tremble out of her voice. Sheâd spent her entire life until recently underground. If she really thought about it, this wasnât that much different than that⌠right?
âNot sure youâre gonna like this answer,â Cooper said, climbing back down the half broken stairs and dropping to the floor, brushing his hands off against his sides. âBut thereâs another way out of here. Whatever dug into that other room came from outside somewhere. We just need to figure out where that somewhere is.â
Lucy let out a slow breath. âYouâre right. I donât like that answer.â She shrugged her shoulders. âBut if thatâs our only option, then thatâs what we have to do.â
Cooper clapped her on the back with one hand. âThatâs the spirit,â he said. âNow come on. Time for more of that Cateye.â
Lucy did a few breathing exercises to calm herself as they got ready to check out the den next door. Whatever was coming next, it was clear she was going to need her head on her shoulders for it. The Cateye helped, and they were able to put the candle out again and stash it in her bag. Its light would have just brought attention to them anyways. Dogmeat was a little more complicated. Cooper wasnât sure if Cateye worked on dogs, but in the end they got her to take it by hiding it in a bit of food. Whether it was their imaginations that she seemed to move around a little easier afterwards or not didnât matter. There was only one way out now.
âAlright, â Lucy finally said. âIâm ready.â
Cooper nodded and wordlessly pushed the door open as quietly as he could manage. Lucy hadnât looked into the room earlier when he had scoped it out, but with the help of the Cateye she saw the pile of bones in the corner. For a second she wasnât sure why he was so convinced it was the former occupants, but then she recognized a half crushed skull next to a largely intact one, and looked away from them, not wanting to catch any more details of the pile.
The hole in the caved-in wall was large enough that they could pass through without issue, leading Lucy to wonder just what could have possibly made it. As much as she wanted to ask questions, she kept her mouth shut, moving as quickly and quietly as she could, letting Cooper and Dogmeat lead. The tunnel didnât branch out often, but once in awhile they would come to a fork and Cooper and Dogmeat would both get down and search around. Whatever means they were using to guide them out, Lucy wasnât sure, but questions would have to wait.
Theyâd been walking for almost an hour when suddenly Dogmeat stopped her limping gait and lowered herself, belly to the floor, hackles raised. Despite her very obvious aggression, she didnât make any sound. Lucy had seen Dogmeat handle plenty of threats by now, and quiet wasnât a word that could be used to describe her, so what had her so spooked that she was afraid to even make a sound?
Lucy wanted to ask Cooper what was out there, but if Dogmeat was being quiet, she figured she should be too. Instead, she reached out and put a hand against his back to draw his attention. Cooperâs gaze remained locked firmly on the tunnel ahead of them, eyes narrowed. Distantly, a deep growl echoed down the tunnel to them, and the hairs on the back of Lucyâs neck and arms stood on end.
Cooper whipped around, eyes searching the walls. Eventually they landed on a crevice, and he grabbed Dogmeat by the collar and hauled her over, pushing her as far into the opening as she would go. Through the rough treatment the canine remained silent and shaking. Then, he grabbed Lucy, pushing her back there as well, following closely, pressing his body to hers to make sure they were as concealed as they could get. The two of them locked eyes, and in his gaze she saw a mix of apprehension and determination.
Behind them in the open tunnel, Lucy heard something dragging, and the rasp of deep, heavy breathing. Goosebumps broke out over her skin, and she strained to look over Cooperâs shoulder to see whatever was out there, but Cooper put a hand to her cheek, turning her face back towards his, holding her gaze again. The meaning was as clear as if he spoke it. She could practically hear his voice in her head.
Eyes on me, Sweetheart.
Nodding her head, Lucy waited as whatever it was in the tunnel moved past them. It stopped just outside the crevice, snarling low in its throat. It sounded huge. Cooper left his hand on Lucyâs cheek, his thumb brushing over her chin. Was he trying to keep her calm, or did he not even realize he was doing it.? Lucy let herself close her eyes, trying to pretend she wasnât hiding in a corner like a child hiding under the bed from a monster.
Second by agonizing second ticked by before the thing finally moved along, its pace a little quicker as it followed their path back towards the fallout shelter. As soon as it was far enough away that they couldnât hear it, Cooperâs body relaxed a little bit, but he still didnât say anything. Instead, he pulled Lucy out of the crevice with him, then went back for Dogmeat, picking her up to get her out in the open. Wordlessly, he pointed back the way the creature had come from, and they resumed their trek, though moving as quickly as they could without making sound. Cooper was carrying Dogmeat, probably because of her limp, but his steps remained surefooted. Lucyâs heart was beating so hard in her chest she could hear the blood pounding in her ears. Irrationally she started to worry that the creature would hear too, and come after them.
Finally there was light ahead of them, and Lucy let out a heavy breath of relief. As practiced in physical activity as she was, the tension of their time in the shelter, and especially in this tunnel, was wearing on her, making every muscle heavy with fatigue. Also ahead of them she noticed something odd on the ground. It took a second for her to rationalize what she was seeing, and at the same time she realized it was a nest of large eggs, something reared up in the entrance of the tunnel.
Whatever it was noticed them immediately and let out a loud, guttural roar. It stood easily nine feet tall, and even from a distance, Lucy saw the long, sharp claws that tipped each of the digits of its hands. Dropping to all four, the creature charged at them, its head, which was topped by a pair of long curving horns, angled so it would ram right into them.
Cooper half dropped and half set Dogmeat down, scrambling to pull out a gun. âGet the fuck out of the way,â he snapped, pushing Lucy off to the side as soon as he had a free hand. She stumbled, almost falling, but managed to catch herself, drawing her gun as she did, eyes raking the area for anywhere she might take shelter. There were a few large, loose boulders and hunks of earth, but little else.
A shot rang out as Cooper fired, but the thing didnât even slow down, and before he could pull the trigger again it had slammed straight into him with the force of a car, taking him right off of his feet. The creature let out another bellow at the same time Cooper yelled out in pain. Any silence they had used to their advantage was thoroughly broken, and Dogmeat started barking, doing her best to move around and look for an opening to help Cooper.
The creature sent Cooper flying off of his feet before raising itself to its full height again, giving Lucy a clear view of it. Its body was covered in dark, scaled flesh, though the Cateye made it impossible to tell the color. Along its spine were vicious looking spikes which got smaller before growing in length again as they lined its long, reptilian tail, and its lipless mouth sported sharp, thick teeth.
With Cooper laying stunned on the ground, the creature turned its focus to Lucy, and she saw a long, forked tongue dart out from between its teeth, tasting the air as it squared up on her. This time it didnât lower itself to all fours to charge, but lumbered quickly towards her, one claw raised for a swipe that she imagined could take her head clean off. At the last second Lucy dove forward in a roll, sending herself between the thingâs legs. This took her out of range of those deadly claws, but put her in a perfect position to be struck by the whipping tail.
Turning, the creature focused on her again, its tail swinging, but Lucy managed to jump over it, feeling one of the sharp spines cut along the length of her leg as she dove away, knowing she would need distance if she even wanted to stand a chance. A howl ripped from its throat and it looked down to where Dogmeat had clamped her jaws onto its leg, shaking her head violently to tear the flesh. Before it could swipe at the dog, though, Cooper had climbed back to his feet, one hand on his ribs, and the other holding out the revolver, which he fired. Just like in Filly, the bullet exploded on impact with the creatureâs shoulder, and it roared in rage and pain, giving the ghoul its full attention once more. Lucy ducked behind a large chunk of rock, popping out to fire off a few shots at it with her 10mm. It barely seemed to notice.
âLucy, I said get the hell out of here, or this thing is gonna rip you in half!â Cooper shouted to her, then fired his gun again. Lucy didnât have time to argue with him. It was obvious that this thing was capable of killing all of them. She knew Cooper could take a beating, and even bullets, without going down, but there was only so much even he could take, and she wasnât about to lose him because she ran and left him behind.
Dogmeat was biting at its leg again, so the creature stopped moving towards Cooper, looking down at the dog, and swinging a claw at it. Dogmeat started to move, but Lucy watched in horror as the blow landed, sending Dogmeat flying off to the side with a yelp.
âDogmeat!â Lucy cried, coming out again to fire as many rounds as she could before she had to reload. Likewise, Cooper fired several shots in rapid succession as the thing closed in on him again. When it went to hit him he ducked under the swing, scrambling back out of range. How could something so big be so fast? Then it occurred to Lucy, if they could slow it down theyâd stand a better chance.
Lucy looked around for Cooperâs saddlebags, seeing where heâd dropped them nearby. She dove for them, hauling them back behind her rock and looked quickly, pulling out some rope. Although Lucy knew she was no cowgirl, she could make a tripwire. Tying off one end, Lucy started making her way around the little cave they were in, letting the rope trail behind her. Once she had made it to the opposite side, she looked back up at the fight.
âHey!â she shouted, holding up the rope in her hands. Cooper looked up, seeing her with it, following the line of it with his eyes, and she saw him catch on, because he started maneuvering around to get the creature to follow him back over the tripwire. Lucy looped the rope around another solid rock, knowing that sheâd never stand a chance of keeping the rope taught on her own once the monster walked into it.
As soon as Cooper stepped over the wire, the creature hot on his heels, Lucy yanked, and felt the pull as the monster walked into it. Part of her didnât think it was going to work, so when the creature stumbled to one knee she couldnât believe it. The victory was short lived, as it started to scramble back up.
âLucy, let go!â Cooper shouted to her, grabbing up the rope, and Lucy let go so he could pull it closer to himself. At the same time, he ran around to the side of the creature and jumped onto its back, looping the rope around its horns several times while it roared and reared back, trying first to throw him off, then reaching back with its claws to impale him. Lucy reloaded her gun and was waiting for a clear shot, when the creature landed a strike. One of the claws slashed open Cooperâs side, and he grimaced, but managed to keep his hold.
The creature yanked against the rope, which was still fastened to one side of the cavern, pulling itself off balance. Cooper drew his revolver again, aimed it right at the back of the creature's neck, where the spine met the skull, and started firing. This time the creature let out a scream, stumbling to its knees, then falling flat on its stomach. Cooper rolled off, coming to stand in front of it, gun still aimed, though Lucy was sure by now the revolver was empty. The creature lay on the ground, wheezing and rattling, but otherwise not moving. Lucy came out from behind her rock, moving to stand next to Cooper.
âHow bad did it get you?â she asked, then looked at the creature again. âWhat is it?â Then the memory of Dogmeat being sent flying slammed back into her brain, and she spun around, searching for where the dog had landed. Behind her, something shifted.
âLucy!â
Something slammed into her. The creature was making one last strike, and Lucy expected to feel pain, but then she realized it wasnât the creatureâs claws that had pushed her, it was Cooper. The longest of the creatureâs claws jutted through his stomach, and Cooper looked down like he wasnât sure he believed what he was seeing. The attack had managed to catch Lucy too, leaving a long, open wound on her back, but if Cooper hadnât thrown himself in front of it⌠She knew sheâd be dead.
The arm went limp again, dropping back to the ground, dragging Cooper with it, and the monsterâs death rattles finally stopped.
âCooper!â
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Now that dark revival is old news,
I hated dark revival. Yes I played it at launch, and played it 3 separate times.
The writing is lazy and overly cartoonish and it runs mainly on being like "LOOK LOOK CHARACTER YOU LIKE- and like there's new ones too ig but they're kinda one dimensional and not expanded upon- LOOK JOEY AND HENRY HUMAN MODELS, AND A CUTE LIL BENDY, ARENT YOU GONNA FREAK OUT ON TWITTER ABOUT THIS!!!" (Exaggerated but you get the picture)
And I was so confused because yes, general audiences will like it and I can notice that it's a generally ok game, but compared to ink machine, the writing is objectively worse. And I dont know why I saw bendy fans who have been here a while say it's better. Visually? Yes. Gameplay? Debatable but there is more than just walking(I loved the alice puzzle section until the lost ones came in). But writing? No.
Characters get introduced and that's pretty much it until the finale.
Oh? You liked Porter? He had a post which told you he was clumsy and silly! Well, pal, he shows up, gives you an ability and YOU NEVER SEE HIM AGAIN!! You see him in the finale though! As if we DIDN'T forget that he existed after the introduction!
And before you say that I'm just autistic and like old thing better, yes I am but also.. You have someone basically unimportant like Jack Fain(I love you Jack this is an example) who has one audio log and implied to be the searcher with the nice hat in ink machine, and I could tell you more about that man than Porter. WITHOUT book lore.
I hate this fucking game, and I'm tired of keeping it in. I could do a whole presentation man, I'm tired.
I know people will disagree with me, but I feel like, even without book lore or whatever the fuck, the ink realm being JOEY'S TOTUREFIC FOR HENRY, is SO STUPID, IT HURTS ME. WHY DID EVERYONE JUST ACCEPT THAT FACT BTW?? I FEEL CRAZY BEING THE ONLY ONE WHO FOUND THAT MONOLOGUE ABSOLUTELY MIND NUMBING
I dont have high expectations for the cage, or even anything bendy does nowadays, but I'll consume and play and read it, because it's my special interest and characters like Sammy, Norman, etc. Still are very dear to my heart and I want merch of them and content and things like that. But like.. the team HAS the ability to do GREAT stuff, yet they do not for whatever reason which is probably money.
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Spooktober Day 1.
Title:Bittersweet Reunion.
August Robinson finished setting up the newest animatronic for his pizzeria. Well, he shared ownership of the place with Michael, but he was only here during the night. He stepped back from the stage to inspect the new animatronic.
It was a black bear with a light orange eye. He seemed to be missing one of his eyes, but August could get it fixed if he found the right part. He also had red eyelids and cheeks, and there was a yellow star on his chest. He wore a red top hat and red bowtie as well as red knee caps. In his left hand, he was holding a yellow microphone.
"Lefty."
"You look a lot like Rockstar Freddy, heh, maybe I should've put you with the rest of the rockstar animatronics."
"Then again, there isn't much room on that stage for five animatronics."
August sighed and rubbed his eyes.
"And I'm talking to myself again, great."
He walked past the office and saw that it was unlocked.
"Hm?"
He went inside to investigate. While he was in the office. Lefty went online, and he began looking around the place.
"Does this place seem familiar to you, Charlie?"
A little ghost of a girl appeared next to the bear. She had on a mask that resembled the Marionette.
"Yeah, it does, I wonder if my friends are here."
They got off the side stage and went to the main stage. They saw the rockstar animatronics. Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy. All of them were here.
"Guys, wake up!"
After Charlie said that, four other ghosts appeared. Three boys and one girl. Each of them sported a mask that resembled a different animatronic. Gabriel wore the Freddy mask. Jeremy had a mask of Bonnie. Susie wore a Chica mask. And Fritz had on a Foxy mask.
"Charlie!"
"You're okay!"
"We were worried about you!"
"Did you find Cassidy and Evan?"
"Yeah, they're here too!"
"Come on out guys."
A golden version of Freddy appeared in front of everyone. With him were two more spirits. A boy and girl. The boy wore a mask that looked like a shadow version of Freddy while the girl wore a mask that looked like Golden Freddy.
"Yay! We're all together again!"
August came back out of the office, and he was stunned. He saw all of them, the robots and the ghosts. He wanted to run away but he also wanted to know if it was really them.
"Is that... August?"
Evan went over to where August was standing.
"Auggie? Is that you?"
"Evan... Are you really here?"
"Yeah! We're all here."
"Wow, he's so tall now!"
"I'm happy that the bad man never found you."
"Yay, we're glad you're okay!"
August couldn't believe what he was seeing. They were all here. All of them. His friends that he made at the various Fazbear locations. He thought he'd lost them all when they died. Their deaths drove him away from this place out of fear. Yet, something kept telling him to go back. Something told him that they were looking for him. He didn't think that he would ever find them yet. Here he was, talking to them. He couldn't help but start crying. He was finally seeing his friends after so long.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I'm just happy to see you all."
As they were talking, the Mediocre Melodies came into the main room. They also had ghosts with them, and they wore masks that resembled the toy animatronics. Luke, Samuel, Tina, Danny, and Billy. August was happy to see them, too. The group was so busy catching up that they didn't even notice that the building had been set on fire. It wasnât until August smelled smoke that he realized what was really happening. Henry brought them all together, and he was going to save all of them. August thought about running, but he chose not to. He wanted to be with his friends one last time before he died.
The souls tried to urge him to leave.
"You need to get out of here!"
"It's not your time to go yet!"
"We don't want you to die!"
He gave his friends a soft smile as a tear slowly creeped down his face.
"It's okay, it's going to be okay."
"I wanna be with you guys, one last time."
As the fire got worse, August struggled to breathe as the smoke filled his lungs. His coughing got more and more painful. At one point, he coughed up blood. It dripped down his mouth and hand. As he sat there, a familiar figure looked over him. The greenish fur with white eyes and a rabbit ear. He might've looked different, but August knew exactly who he was.
"Hello Spring Bonnie, or is it William Afton?"
"Well, well, it's you, the little boy who couldn't mind his own business."
"You killed them, why?"
"I had my reasons."
"Jealousy, revenge, immortality."
"My motive seemed to change over time."
"You caused so much pain and suffering for them."
"Do you think I cared about if the children were suffering or not?!"
"Ha! It didn't matter, as long as I harvested their remnant to remain immortal."
"You cared about Evan and Elizabeth, and both were killed by your creations!"
"That was a long time ago, I'm not that man anymore."
"That man, the business owner of Fredbears Family Diner, is long gone."
He got onto the stage and slashed through his stomach with the axe that he had found.
"Gnh!"
August struggled against the axe as it dug into his belly. He managed to pull the axe out and rip it out of Afton's arm.
"I think the devil is waiting for you."
With whatever strength that August had left. He tackled Afton to the ground and began hacking away at his body with the axe. He tore Afton's new body apart till there was nothing but his head. With one last swing, he dug the axe deep into his head. He stumbled back onto the floor and looked up to see Charlie, reaching out her hand towards his. He reached for hers, but it fell to the floor as his vision went black and his heartbeat faded away.
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title:Let's Forget The Past
the morning, man wake up in bed, full of silent the room, look at the window close it and back in the bed. soundenly a noise in down stair, he smell something familyal beard on the table, in beside his was child happly to see his father, good morning love, ready to breaks fast. a sweet voise in door kitchen from his wife,man uncontroll to cry, his wife is shock ask why you crying love? man said i was dreaming about you two was gone forever mei mei, just a dream love, don't worry we not left you, how a lot your done, let's eat now. his family happy eating togetter, soundanly they disapper by one by one until he wake up in parking park it evening,
a man driving with his mind deep in thought walked towards the gates. He wondered why the gate was open at night, the man in front of the door had forgotten a key somewhere and tried to open it another way but failed he tried another one, through the window, and successfully got inside someone there and attacked secretly; a man screaming in pain, wailing at the sound of familiar voices, the light turned on, and his boss returned from Manila city.
Aling Rosa: what are you doing?
Man: stay away from your hand that really hurt!
Aling Rosa: why are you passing by in the window, you look like a mess.
Man: wha? as long don't mide my face, im going to sleep aling rosa.
Aling rosa: ok
In the morning, the man was familiar with the bread and heard a woman's voice trying to wake him up and while calling his name, Gerald. Gerald woke up from the call of his name, which turned out to be Rosa calling his name, and Rosa asked if he could come home to their house. because his father died of a strange disease. Gerald agreed and gave him his salary before leaving.
Gerald went to the kitchen to eat and saw some bread on the table, Gerald touched it but the bread was cold, he tried to heat the bread with a frying pan and left it, wondering if it would be hot later. While watching the good morning news, there was a burning smell coming from the kitchen, Gerald screamed in pain, then Henry rushed into Gerald's house with half a bouquet and Gerald turned off the gas, Henry threw the bucket of water at Gerald, his clothes got wet, they both fell silent. and laughed at each other.
henry: gerald, what that smell?
Gearld: what?
henry: nothing, your going back to work?
Gearld: maybe not why
henry: you got fire from the company, because you never came back, as in...
Gearld: it' okay with me,
henry: what do you mean, it's ok with you? [henry is surprised]. but
Gearld: will they mke me an assistant when i get back there? [emotionless while looking at eye henry]
henry: ... okay gerald it's 5:30 am. im late at work wmeet again gerald bye.
Gearld: ok, bye
gerald still hungry, but he didn't want to eat the coal the he made. gerald took enough money from under the bed and left, gerald passed a child who was looking at the food, it was up and down to left and rigt, the child followed the food with his eyes, gerald was scratched his head. let the child enter the food shop to buy so that he did't follow the child wth his eyes, he ate quickly, the way chlid handb't been fed for week, child thax him, gerald done to pay a food then they stood on the side of the road and gerald asked
Gearld: what your name buddy?
rye: my name is rye
Gearld: where your parents rye?
rye: im no have parents, i have grandma.
Gearld: im sorry about that, do you know where your home is
rye: no, but, my friend is here,
Gearld: your friend where is your friend?
rye: over there
A woman 5,9 tall, brown with long hair and a brown dress, her face could not be seen because cover the hat. rye happily approached the woman, thanked her, and left. gerald was already at home eating food at the table. while eating, geraldfelt two people, two chairs next to him, and lost his appetite.
in the middle of the night, gearald couldn't sleep. he dicided to go downstairs to have a beer. play some music gerald sat alone in the dim light of his living room; gerlad stared the picture and said, we will be together soon as we promised in front of the church. meanwhile, a melodic tune from an old record player filled the air however, his grandmother wanted to see him again. but she was afraid. 'the stone of harsh words' from his family. the next morning, gerald woke up to the noise coming from the faucet that had not been fixed last week, something strange, a bell around the house, in his mind, maybe passing by a bicycle; sunddenly someone knocked loudly on the door in the door in the middle of laying in the floor.
To be continued!
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The Seller of Dreams
Art by DjWelch on Devientart Humans through time have had an immense fascination with dreams. Including me, this human writing. For as long as humans have slept, we have dreamt. The interesting thing is, Scientists are still not 100% sure why we dream. What the point of dreams are. Cause even if you don't remember your dreams, you are still dreaming. And it is when we dream or enter REM when we get our proper rest. There's theories as to why we dream. It could be your brain's way to prevent it from turning off completely when you sleep thus killing you. Or maybe dreams were a way to go over things that were learned when babies to help learn faster, and it's a leftover program from that. There's a ton of theories out there.
What you see in dreams can have meaning. Many cultures have believed Gods and Spiritual beings carry messages through dreams. Many people to this day look for signs from their Spiritual path or Loved ones passed in their dreams. Personally, I like to look at dreams as a more self reflective approach. Like what your subconscious might be trying to get through to your waking mind.
Dreams in stories of past have been framed as a divine thing. Gods planting ideas or sharing information. People being able to tell the future through cryptic symbolism. Loved ones who have passed coming to say their last good-bye. But I found this fairytale by Henry Beston 1919. It's about a boy who buys a dream from a merchant. I really like this story because it's a fairly accurate depiction of what happens in dreams. You don't know you're dreaming, no one really questions anything odd going on, and many things you've never seen before in person can be somewhat distorted but again you don't question it. Then when the dream is finished, you go "That was a weird dream." and go about your day. The dream the boy had sounds like it was mostly wish fulfillment, but with some caution about how sudden change can turn your life upside down (Dreams use a lot of puns).
The seller of Dreams
Once upon a time a mother called her only son into the kitchen, gave him a basket of fine, fresh eggs, and bade him carry them to his Aunt Jane, who lived a few miles down the valley. The son, a lively lad about twelve years of age, obeyed his mother with joy, and clapping his little green hat on his head, stepped forth into the road. It was a beautiful clear morning in the spring, and the earth, released from the icy chains of winter, was rejoicing in her freedom and the return of the sun. A few birds, just back from the southland, rocked on twigs swollen with bursting buds, a thousand rills flowing from everywhere and in every direction sparkled and sang, and the air was sweet with the odor of ploughed fields.
The boy, whose name was Peter, walked along whistling. Suddenly he saw a spot on the road shining as dazzlingly as if a bit of the sun itself had fallen to the earth. "A bit of glass," thought Peter. But it was not a bit of glass after all, but a fine golden florin which must have dropped from somebody's purse.
Peter stooped, picked up the gold piece, put it in his pocket, and walked off whistling louder than ever. In a little while he came to a place where the road wound down a little hill, and Peter saw, trudging up this hill, a very strange looking old man. He was a very old man; his face was puckered up into a thousand wrinkles like the skin of a shrunken apple, and he had long, snow-white hair and a white beard which reached almost to his waist. Moreover, he was strangely dressed in a robe of cherry scarlet, and wore golden shoes. From a kind of belt hung two horns on silver chains, one an ordinary cow's horn, the other a beautiful horn carved of the whitest ivory, and decorated with little figures of men and animals.
"Dreams to sell! Dreams to sell!" called out the old man as soon as he caught sight of Peter. "Don't you want to buy a dream, young man?"
"What kind of dreams have you?" asked Peter.
"Good, bad, true, false--all kinds," replied the seller of dreams. "I have even a few thrilling nightmares. Dreams to sell! Dreams to sell!"
"How much does a dream cost?" asked Peter.
"A golden florin," answered the merchant.
"I'll have one, please," said Peter; and he handed over the florin he had found.
The old man took a kind of wonderful sugarplum out of the ivory horn, and gave it to Peter to eat.
"You will have the dream next time you sleep," said he, and trudged on.
So Peter continued his journey, stopping every once in a while to look back at the strange old man, who was slowly climbing the hill. At length Peter came to a little quiet grove of pines, and there he sat down on a big stone and ate the luncheon which his mother had prepared for him. The sun was high in the heavens; it was close on to high noon. Now, as Peter was contentedly munching his bread and cheese, he heard, at first far away, then quite near at hand, the clear notes of a coachman's horn. The notes of the second call died away in a great pattering of hoofs and tinkling of little bells, and suddenly, arriving in a great swirl of yellow dust, came a magnificent coach drawn by twelve white horses. A lady, very richly dressed and wearing many sparkling diamonds, sat within the coach. To Peter's astonishment, the lady was his Aunt Jane.
The coach stopped with a great jingling of the twelve harnesses, and Aunt Jane leaned out of the window, and said to Peter, "What are you doing here, child?"
"I was on my way to your cottage with a basket of fine fresh eggs," answered Peter.
"Well, it's fortunate I found you," said Aunt Jane, "for I have given up living in the cottage, and have now got a castle of my own. Jump in, Peter, and don't forget your basket."
So Peter climbed into the coach, closed the door behind him, and was driven away. The coach went over hill and down dale; it went through strange forests from whose branches green parrots whooped and shrieked; it rolled through valleys in strange shining mountains. Peter stole a look at Aunt Jane and saw that she was wearing a crown.
"Are you a queen, Aunt Jane?" he asked.
"Indeed, I am," replied his aunt. "You see, Peter, two days ago, while I was looking for my white cow who had strayed away, I came upon the magnificent castle to which we are now going. It has four beautiful towers, and a door set with diamonds.
"'Whose castle is this?' I said to the lodge-keeper.
"'It's nobody's, marm,' said he.
"'What,' said I; 'do you mean to say that nobody owns this fine castle?'
"'That's just what I mean to say, marm,' answered he; 'the castle belongs to anyone who wants it.'
"So into the castle I walked, and I did n't go out, you may be sure, till I had been into every room that I could find. Then I put on these clothes and these diamonds, which I found in a cupboard, and went down and told the servants I intended to be queen. You see, Peter dear, there's nothing that a woman of determination and energy can't accomplish."
The coach rolled on, and soon Peter caught sight of Aunt Jane's castle. It was rather large, and had an enormous round tower at each corner--a thing which brought to Peter's mind the picture of an elephant lying on its back. Peter and Aunt Jane, accompanied by a train of servants dressed in blue-and-buff livery, walked into the castle through the diamond-studded door.
"Do you think you could eat a little more of something?" said Aunt Jane, taking off her white-kid gloves; "because if you can I'll have a place set for you at the luncheon table."
And Peter, who like all boys, could eat a little more anywhere and at any time, readily answered, "Yes."
So Peter and Aunt Jane sat down to a wonderful little table covered with a snow-white cloth.
"Draw your chair nearer, Peter dear," said Aunt Jane.
"I can't" said Peter, "it's stuck to the floor."
And so it was; the chair was stuck to the floor, and no amount of pushing or pulling could budge it.
"That's odd," said Aunt Jane; "but never mind, I'll push the table over to the chair."
But like the chair, the table refused to budge. Peter then tried to slide his plate of soup closer to him, but the plate, which the servant had placed on the cloth but an instant before, had evidently frozen to the table in some extraordinary manner and could not be moved an inch. The soup in the plate, however, was not fastened to the dish, nor were the wonderful strawberry-cakes and the delicious ices with which the dinner closed.
"You don't suppose this castle is enchanted, do you, Aunt Jane?" asked Peter.
"Not a bit of it," replied Aunt Jane. "And even if it were," she continued recklessly, "I should n't mind, for there's nothing that a woman of determination and energy can't accomplish." There was a pause, and then Aunt Jane added, "I am going to have some guests to dinner this evening, so run round and amuse yourself as well as you can. There's ever so much to see in the castle, and in the garden there's a pond with swans in it."
Attended by her servants, Aunt Jane majestically walked away. Peter spent the afternoon exploring the castle. He went through room after room; he scurried through the attics like a mouse, and was even lost for a while in the cellars. And everywhere he went, he found everything immovable. The beds, tables, and chairs could neither be moved about nor lifted up, and even the clocks and vases were mysteriously fastened to their places on the shelves.
The night came on. Coach after coach rolled up to the diamond door, which sparkled in the moonlight. When the guests had all arrived, a silver trumpet sounded, and Aunt Jane, dressed in a wonderful gown of flowering brocade edged with pearls, came solemnly down the great stairway of the castle hall. Two little black boys, dressed in oriental costume and wearing turbans, held up her gorgeous train, and she looked very grand indeed. Peter, to his great surprise, found himself dressed in a wonderful suit of plum-colored velvet.
"Welcome, my friends," said Queen Jane, who had opened a wonderful ostrich-feather fan. "Are we not fortunate in having so beautiful a night for our dinner?"
And the Queen, giving her arm to a splendid personage in the uniform of an officer of the King's dragoons, led the way to the banquet-hall.
The wonderful party, all silks and satins, and gleaming with jewels, swept like a peacock's tail behind her. Soon dinner was over, and the guests began to stray by twos and threes to the ballroom. Aunt Jane and the soldier led off the grand march; then came wonderful, stately minuets, quadrilles, and sweet old-fashioned waltzes. The merriment was at its height when somebody ran heavily up the great stairs leading to the ballroom, and the guests, turning round to see whence came the clatter, saw standing in the doorway a strange old man dressed in a robe of cherry scarlet and wearing golden shoes. It was the seller of dreams. His white hair was disheveled, his robe was awry, and there was dust on his golden shoes.
"Foolish people!" screamed the old seller of dreams, his voice rising to a shriek, "Run your lives! This castle lies under a terrible enchantment; in a few minutes it will turn upside-down. Have you not seen that everything is fastened to the floor? Run for your lives!"
Immediately there was a great babble of voices, some shrieks, and more confusion, and the guests ran pell-mell down the great stairs and out the castle door. To Peter's dismay, Aunt Jane was not among them. So into the castle he rushed again, calling at the top of his voice, "Aunt Jane! Aunt Jane!" He ran through the brilliantly lit and deserted ballroom; he saw himself running in the great mirrors of the gallery. "Aunt Jane!" he cried; but no Aunt Jane replied.
Peter rushed up the stairs leading to the castle tower, and emerged upon the balcony. He saw the black shadow of the castle thrown upon the grass far below by the full moon; he saw the great forest, so bright above and so dark and mysterious below, and the long snow-clad range of the Adamant Mountains. Suddenly a voice, louder than the voice of any human being, a voice deep, ringing, and solemn as the sound of a great bell, cried,--
"'T is time!"
Immediately everything became as black as ink, people shrieked, the enchanted castle rolled like a ship at sea, and leaning far to one side, began to turn upside-down. Peter felt the floor of the balcony tip beneath him; he tried to catch hold of something, but could find nothing; suddenly, with a scream, he fell. He was falling, falling, falling, falling, falling.
 When Peter came to himself, instead of its being night, it was still noonday, and he was sitting on the same stone in the same quiet roadside grove from which he had caught sight of his Aunt Jane in her wonderful coach. A blue jay screamed at him from overhead. For Aunt Jane, the coach, and the enchanted castle had been only a dream. Peter, you see, had fallen asleep under the pines, and while he slept, he had dreamed the dream he purchased from the seller of dreams.
Very glad to be still alive, Peter rubbed his eyes, took up his basket of eggs, and went down the road whistling.
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Romana II's costumes, rated
Most screengrabs from the BBC image gallery, all opinions from me.

As seen in Destiny of the Daleks.
What a costume to open on. I love this. I love that it reminds us that Romana - even this younger-looking, more playful Romana - remains the Doctor's equal, being his costume, but pink. I love the details - the necklace, the white shirt with the pink pinstripes, the weird high-waisted pink trousers that we barely see, and the first of many outstanding pairs of boots. Above all I straightforwardly love how good this looks. Pink is undeniably Lalla Ward's colour. 10/10, setting the bar high.

As seen in City of Death.
So this costume has a very sweet backstory behind it. Lalla Ward hated wearing school uniform, and thought that the little girls watching Doctor Who might feel better about school if they saw a favourite character wearing the same kind of thing as they had to wear. Which is adorable. And then she got heaps of letters from pervy man. Which is... less so. 3/10, for the thought?

As seen in the Creature from the Pit.
I could either get a decent photo or one that showed the whole costume, so I chose the former. You're not missing much in the bottom half, it's a sort of floaty Grecian affair with a wide belt. They seem to have dressed Lalla Ward as Mary Tamm for this one. Her hair looks pretty, though. 5/10.

As seen in Nightmare of Eden.
This is it, this is the worst Romana costume. There's a sort of institutional vibe, like it might have been sewn from prison curtains. Every decorative detail - the massive bow, whatever's going on with the skirt - makes it worse. How did they manage to make Lalla Ward look so drab? And it looks at least a size too big for her, too. 0/10.
As seen in The Horns of Nimon.
This is more like it. It's clearly a fox-hunting outfit, which in the UK has connotations that are... let's just go with problematic. But Romana doesn't hunt any foxes in this episode, as far as I can remember, so I think it's OK for me to like the costume. Which I do. 9/10.

As (not*) seen in Shada.
Yes! Some people have faces that belong in a particular era, and doesn't Lalla Ward have such an Edwardian face? No wonder, then, that this is such a wonderful costume. I want to wear it myself, and then spend a day lounging in a punt with a good book. The only danger is that I would try to eat the trim on the hat. 100/10.
*because it never aired.

As seen in the Leisure Hive.
Apparently the Edwardian look was so good in Shada, they decided to do it again? This time Romana appears to be in an Edwardian boy's sailor suit. As an aside, I love how her costumes switch back and forth between historical men's styling and traditional feminine dresses. This costume is more fun than flattering, but I like it. 7/10.

As seen in Meglos.
This costume is... a lot. I mean, even next to what Lexa's got on, it's a lot. There's actually so much texture on this, I can't fully make out what's going on, and that's before we get to the world's largest sleeves. I think this is one of the few times that it feels like the costume dominates Romana, which is a pity, because I would otherwise be on board with the Henry VIII vibe. 4/10.

As seen in Full Circle.
I wish I had a decent-quality full-length photo of this costume, because it includes a long red skirt that's quite fetching. I enjoy the contrast between the military jacket and the dainty lace shirt. Red is a good colour on Romana II. 8/10.

As seen in State of Decay.
Another one where Romana is essentially in historical male drag, in the kind of outfit you would expect a gentleman to wear in the country. Only she has her hair down and it's all carefully fitted to Lalla Ward's figure, so it barely registers as GNC. I think that's a really fun costuming decision, and also I want this outfit. 10/10.
As seen in Warriors' Gate.
A disappointing costume to end on. I mean, it's perfectly nice. But if I decided that I wanted to dress for the job I want (Time Lady in E-Space) rather than the job I have (middle management) and rocked up to the office in this, I doubt anyone would register it as unusual. Which makes it rather less exciting than most of the other options on this list. 5/10.
Now I just need to see if I can track down an Edwardian lace dress.
#doctor who#romana ii#lalla ward#doctor who costumes#lmk if you liked this as i'm pondering a sequel for Avon's costumes in Blake's 7#long post
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