#anyway imma go back to work now byeeee

[chaoticentitywrites]

The Truth is Worse Than the Lie, Chap 2

Hullo, it's me again, I'm alive! Sorry this chapter took so long, been busy. One of the buildings where I work caught on fire a few days ago, so now half of its gone. No one was hurt, though, and I don't have to clean it now! Yay! Anyways, this chapter is really short, and ngl its mostly talking. I tried to make it do the emphasis thing, but I don't think it worked, so if anyone knows how to make it work, tell me your secrets. Please let me know if I should add any trigger warnings, or if there are any spelling mistakes. Any and all constructive criticism is welcome, and if you guys have questions, let me know! Enjoy, :::D

Chapter 2

Mr. Annoying Stupid Idiot

It took them about five minutes to get to the lake from where they were. After they got there, they decided to split up, Keefe and Fitz went left, while Tam and Dex went right.

          The first few minutes were silent while they kept an eye out for Rachel Elizabeth Dare, but eventually, Keefe broke the silence.

          “Hey look, a goose!” he pointed out, “those things are terrifying. Did I tell you about the time I got chased by one?”

          Fitz looked at it him, “you got chased by one of them? Why?”

          Keefe shrugged, “I think my charming good looks and fabulous hair angered it. I was just walking by one and it went after me! I think it chased me, like, the entire length of Foxfire before I jumped into a tree to escape it.”

          “Did that work?” Fitz asked.

          “Oh, no. Turns out the little terrors can fly,” Keefe said.

          Fitz laughed, “so, you got your ass kicked by a bird, that’s what your saying?”

          “What?” Keefe scoffed, “no, no. I totally won that fight. Seriously, stay away from them though, I think that one’s eying you with its eyes.”

          “What else would it be eyeing me with? It’s beak?” Fitz asked, still laughing.

          “You know what I meant!” Keefe said, laughing along with him.

          The two kept laughing until they couldn’t breathe. Fitz tried to catch his breath, but he couldn’t. He had stopped laughing at this point. He couldn’t breathe, and by the looks of it, neither could Keefe. Fitz looked around, and finally spotted what he assumed was the source of the problem. Two people in Neverseen cloaks stood a few feet away, one with his hands outstretched, like he was about to grab something with them.

          It was Trix.

          “So, you’ve finally noticed us!” One spoke, in a teasing voice, “nice to see you again, boys. It’s been a while. Taking a trip to the Forbidden Cities? Chasing some geese?”

          Fitz couldn’t breathe. Thankfully, everyone had been trained to hold their breath, but this was different. It was like any, and all air was getting sucked from his lungs, and from around him. From the fact that Trix was here, he guessed that was pretty accurate to what was happening.

          He pushed Keefe behind him, making sure there was a buffer between him and the Neverseen.

          “Oh, relax, little Vacker,” the same one said, “we aren’t here for you or Keefe. Although now that we know you’re here, we might have to expand the parameters of our mission. Actually, you might be able to help us with our little mission! You see, we’re looking for your brother. And Ruy, but that’s more of a side quest at the moment.”

          Fitz concentrated on Keefe’s thoughts, which was a little hard considering his lack of air making his brain feel fuzzy.

          Any ideas on how to get out of this?  Fitz asked.

          I can’t breathe

          I can’t either

Dex and Tam. Get help

          I can’t concentrate enough

          Imparter

“Hmmm, I suppose your lack of air makes it a bit hard for you to talk at the moment? I imagine its hard to concentrate on anyone’s thoughts as well.”

          Fitz nodded at Keefe, reaching for his imparter. Unfortunately, the Neverseen member noticed.

          “Ooh, an Imparter! Can’t have you calling for help, actually.” The man snapped his fingers, and the Imparter disappeared from his hand into the Neverseen members. “Trix, would you be a dear and let these two breathe for a moment? I would like for them to be able to give us any information they have.”

          Trix lowered his arms, and air rushed into Fitz’ lungs.

          “We don’t have any information on Alvar.” He lied, catching his breath, “but if you have any, I’d love to hear it.”

          “Oh, no. It doesn’t work that way! You give me information, then I take the both of you to Gisela, and you die, and Keefe does… whatever it is Gisela wants him to do, and we find our two defectors! Speaking of our two defectors, I don’t quite believe the fact that you don’t know anything about your dear old brother. I don’t really like wasting time, so you might as well tell me!”

          “He’s not my brother,” Fitz said before he could stop himself, finally catching his breath enough to find Dex’s mind.

          We’ve run into two Neverseen members. Trix and someone else. Could use a bit of help. Fitz thought.

          On our way.Came the reply.

          “Oh?” said the Neverseen member. “Well, that’s an interesting development.”

          “Who are you?” Keefe asked.

          “Oh me?” the man asked, “no one important, just some random guy, no need to worry about me! Although, I suppose you might want to call me something. I’m not very picky, so go ahead! Give me a name.”

          “How about Stupid?” Keefe suggested.

          “Nah,” Fitz said, “he looks more like an Idiot to me. Perhaps Stupid Idiot is a fair compromise?”

          Keefe nodded, “ah yes, I do agree, Fitz. So, Mr. Stupid Idiot, why are you looking for Alvar? I’m pretty sure he’s dead.”

          “Oh, well.” Mr. Stupid Idiot said, “I was hoping for something a bit more mysterious. Trix, I don’t suppose you have any suggestions?”

          “Nope. I think Stupid Idiot suits you just fine. Or maybe, Annoying Stupid Idiot, on the account that you don’t shut up.” Trix replied.

          “None of you are any help,” Mr. Annoying Stupid Idiot said, right before Dex came out of the shadows and sucker punched him in the stomach, Tam right behind him.

          “Run!” Tam yelled, kicking Trix in the knee, “we need to get Keefe away from them!”

          “Couldn’t agree more, Tam!” Fitz yelled, grabbing Keefe, and running.

          Dex and Tam quickly caught up with them, but unfortunately, Trix was still awake, and that meant he could take their air away.

          And once again, Fitz couldn’t breathe. This time though, Fitz remembered his Pathfinder, and pulled it out, raising it to the sky. Now that the four of them were together, they could escape.

          He did, however, forget the fact that Mr. Annoying Stupid Idiot was a Conjurer, and as soon as he pulled it out, it was gone.

          “Ooooh, fun! I wonder where this goes!” Mr. Annoying Stupid Idiot was getting more annoying by the second.

          Fitz saw Dex reaching for something and decided to make sure Mr. Annoying Stupid Idiot was focused on someone other than him. He pulled out a throwing star, aiming for Trix. It quickly disappeared from his hand.

          Then a flash of light came from where Dex was, a Melder in his hand, pointed at Trix. He went down immediately, thrashing on the ground, and they could breathe again.

          “Oh, dear,” Mr. Annoying Stupid Idiot said, turning toward Dex, “that won’t do.”

          Dex shot the Melder again, just as Mr. Annoying Stupid Idiot snapped his fingers. This time, he missed. The Melder appeared in Mr. Annoying Stupid Idiot’s hand, and he walked over to Trix, conjuring a different Pathfinder. He leaned over him, then turned looking straight at Dex.

          “Well, that’s interesting,” he said, raising the pathfinder, “Until we meet again! Oh, by the way, I thought of a name! Call me Mania.”

          As the two disappeared into light, the four boys looked at each other.

          “Well,” Keefe said, “I vote for continuing to call him Mr. Annoying Stupid Idiot.”

          “Are you guys okay?” Tam asked, looking at Keefe and Fitz.

          “Other than not being able to breathe for a bit, yeah, I’m okay.” Keefe replied, “are you okay?”

          “Yeah, we’re okay,” Tam said, nudging Dex a bit, “right?”

          Dex nodded, staring at the spot where Trix was a few seconds ago. He turned back to them and looked at Fitz. “I don’t suppose anyone gave you an extra Pathfinder?”

          Fitz shook his head, “they took our Imparter too. Don’t suppose we have an extra one of those?” The other three shook their heads, and Fitz sighed. “Probably should’ve thought of that before leaving. Good job grabbing a Melder though, Dex. That came in handy.”

          Dex nodded, once again staring at the spot Trix was last.

          “Anyone else hungry?” Keefe asked.

          Fitz stared at him.

          “What? We just encountered a stressful situation, and now I’m hungry. Is that a bad thing?”

          “Rachel Elizabeth Dare is known to visit a café near here,” Dex chimed in, “they serve food there.”

          Tam rolled his eyes, “okay, let’s go get His Majesty of Terrible Hair Land some food so we don’t have to hear about it.”

          “Oi!” Keefe said, “I have great hair!”

          Dex smiled, and started walking, gesturing for the others to follow.

          It turned out by “near here”, Dex meant “about a thirty-minute walk away from here”, and that walk was spent listening to Tam and Keefe argue about hair again, so it felt even longer. But eventually, they reached a quant little café tucked in between two stores. There were chairs and tables outside, surrounded by flowers of all kinds, some bird feeders, and fountains. A few cats sat on the chairs, basking in the sun. The sign out front read, “Hestia’s Café”.

          The four walked in and were immediately met with the smells of human food, and Fitz had to admit, it didn’t smell bad. He spotted muffins, croissants, cupcakes, and many other pastries. The smells of food mixed with even more flowers inside, on tables and windowsills, hanging from the walls, they were everywhere.

          There was a counter a few feet in front of the door, where two people could be seen helping customers, and to the left, a few booths. To the right, some tables matching the ones outside. There was a window with a wooden bar and chairs so that one could eat while looking outside. To the right and behind the counter was a fireplace surrounded by comfortable looking armchairs, a shelf of books beside the fireplace. There looked to be a door leading to a bathroom to the left of it.

          A few people were in the café, sitting at booths or tables. Dex and Keefe went to get food and drinks, since Keefe was the hungry one and Dex had the money, while Tam and Fitz went and sat down at a table. The chairs were surprisingly comfortable. The two sat and talked for a bit, mainly about how long they should stay there, and how they could contact Mr. Forkle or Sophie.

          Dex and Keefe sat at the table after a few minutes, Dex carrying the drinks and Keefe carrying plates of food. They ended up trying everything, and Keefe and Fitz ended up switching drinks, while Dex and Tam kept stealing whichever drink the other had.

          Fitz ended up drinking a frozen hot chocolate, which tasted a bit like Cinnacreme, but colder, and not as sweet.

          And so, they stayed, mission momentarily forgotten, talking about random things. Until the door opened, the bell on the door ringing, and Rachel Elizabeth Dare walked in, accompanied by two boys.

[miscopia]

I'm going to talk about something that I don't think gets talked about enough. And what it is is definitely not what you're thinking of right now. It's touch starved (or touch deprived or skin hungry) and touch averse people. It could be from autism, or asexuality, or trauma. I'm one of them, I know several of them, and there is nothing on the internet about or for us. So imma make something on the internet for us. I know it sounds contradictory, how can you both want touch and hate touch? But it is a real thing, albeit hard to explain. I'll give you an example; I absolutely hate being touched randomly, e.g. someone grabbing my shoulder to get my attention, or someone rubbing against me when they pass me in the hall. However, I really really want a sincere hug, or to cuddle with a friend/lover. Before Covid, talking to close friends in person suppressed it, so I didn't notice it so much. But now (mid-hopefully late pandemic), it really bothers me. So, why am I talking about this? Well, 1) to acknowledge that they exist, and 2) to provide some solutions for them. Nothing beats real (but planned out) human contact. But here are some solutions in case you really don't want to be touched by people. Honestly, I probably won't tell you anything you haven't heard before, but here we go. -Weighted blankets They really work! I've been using one lately and it helps a lot, but it still leaves something to be desired.

-Blanket hug You're probably thinking, "are these all going to be about blankets?" and no, probably not, but blankets are great. Anyways, for this one you need a blanket and arms. throw the blanket around the back of your neck and ball up the ends in your hands until it starts to feel tighter. Then slowly cross your arms and hug yourself while still holing the ends of the blanket. Hold it for 30-60 seconds.

-Stimulate the Vagus Nerve Unlike spy movies would tell you, you won't pass out from stimulating the vagus nerve. However, it will relax you and feel pretty good. So, to do this: rub your neck (with moderate pressure) starting from behind your earlobe and going down to your collarbone. Repeat this until you feel your muscles relax and your breathing get deeper.

-Squeeze a pillow I know it sounds too simple to be true, but it does help, I do it all. the. time. (which is also a good song but off topic). Just get a big pillow or big fluffy stuffed animal (Don't be ashamed - those things are awesome), sit down or lay down and squeeze it. It will release oxytocin, and help satisfy your need for touch. Like I said, nothing beats well planned human contact, but I hope these helped. I love you guys, you are real, and you deserve to be acknowledged and helped too. Please share this with someone who needs it.

If you reblog, please, please add more tags!

Thanks for reading this, byeeee! quick note - while I don't love the use of the term asbergers, there are still a lot of people who identify as that, so I included it in the tags.

[cheesemfcake]

Well hello there, it's been a while since I last wrote something like this, so please relax and enjoy.

I've noticed that during episode 5 we could very clearly see Levitt's face. So clearly that you could even count all of the sumbols on his face and determine what shapes they are. Here he is in ep5 at level 11.

Whereas in the last episode the lighting is shite and we see mostly left side of his face where are hardly any symbols drawn. Here's a gif I took from @spacesourcx 's post.

We know that Gabriel stopped to look at him and the camera was really focused on that. What did Gabriel see? What could be so interesting about Levitt?

that Levitt gained a new rank after helping Octavia go back to Sanctum and he is now a Level 12 Disciple. Why did he gain it? He must have done something *really* big, right? Well, it's 2am here where I live so I'll leave working this out to you now, smart people of tumblr.

Anyways, I loved Levitt in ep5 when he became an Octavia stan buuuuuuut his appearance in ep6 felt soooo weird. He just straight up went 'oh yeah, imma mop the hell outta this hallway with twelve smudges on my beautiful face, oh hey Octavia! hi!!! you remember me? don't go there, not safe, go this way instead, it is safe I promise, good luck pls punch me byeeee'. Also, Octavia putting her hand on his cheek felt kinda rushed as well, but it's definitely more focused on Gabriel's reaction. That man is so smart I can't even keep up.

[thinking-kaye]

RANDOM THOUGHTS

March 11, 2021 8:34 P.M

hEEEYyYY! Today is just the usual. I was sipping on my tea and just suddenly entered the abyss of thoughts. I was practicing for my English fluency and so random thoughts just came flooding in. I was thinking that these past few days my head always hurts due to a bunch of activities I have to do. I was talking about how one activity took me 2 days to finish and the other one took me the whole morning earlier. So in simple words, I just finished 2 activities in this week among 6 of them. But oh well, 3 of them is a group activity so.... Well, it’s not convenient since I feel like I still do most of the work. 

Anyways, I also came to this thought, like why do I and some of my peers find studying and answering activities so difficult? Like isn’t it supposed to be that way? If it’s too easy, then... I think it’s useless. We won’t learn anything if its so easy. Right? Or.... Not? I say this now then I’ll complain again tomorrow. HAHAHA. Well, my point is that. Life... Is like studying. There are times when we feel frustrated with some, but I’m sure there are also subjects we like, right? If Life is so easy, then how will we’ll learn? If it’s so easy, how can we grow? How can we nurture ourselves. So like studying, life is supposed to be hard. We have to go through these tunnels, it is a compulsory. We need to go through that to reach our destination, to reach the light at the end of the tunnel. Let’s take studying and going to school as life itself, not a preparation for the “Life” we’ve been thinking about. 

I guess this is just my first wave of stress for this second semester. The first sem was a disaster, it was a tsunami I tell you. Now that I have gone through the tsunami, I’ll know what to do with this wave :) So the main point of this is that, the challenges or obstacles we are facing? Let’s think of it as a way to be stronger, to be better, and to be wiser. Experience is the best teacher or is that even a saying? Hahahaha. 

It blacked out when I’m in the middle of writing this. It’s almost 9 P.M! The Wifi’s back so Imma post this! Byeeee!

KKS