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ssivinee · 1 year

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✧New Game, New Player✧

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BEBE! Bada Lee x Dancer! F Reader: Jeon Y/n joins SWF to prove that her being the sibling of an idol doesn't make her any less of a dancer, but while trying to do so, she makes new friends and potentially something more.

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Note: Double post cause why not, have too many drafts rn lol.

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In the world of dance, many professionals look down upon idols who seem to have a passion for it. Many of them saying, it's a different world and aren't really wrong.

Most idols lack in freestyle and versatility which caused a lot of the disapproval last Street Woman Fighter, with idol Lee Chaeyeon.

Jeon Y/n, on the other hand, had a different dilemma.

You were the younger sister of the famous Jeon Jungkook. He was only a year older than you so you two had a close bond, and you love him with all your heart.

Yet you can't deny that once your name was involved, so was his. Your hard work being discredited and diminished by all his career alone.

It upset you as an individual whose danced all your life, going to multiple countries worldwide to gain experience, yet there was always back talk about you.

Deciding to finally make your mark as just Y/n, you opened a studio last year and create your crew Aesthete. Consisting of you, Choi Lyn, Enyo, Heaven Lee, and Kim Aria.

On a Friday morning, you walk into the studio and see the three youngest sitting around, waiting on the rest of the team. Your teams youngest, Lyn, notices you walk in from the mirror. Her bursts of energy activates as she runs up and hugs her beloved unnie extremely tight.

"O-okay, let's calm down before you squeeze all the air out of me," you joke, and Lyn pouts as you pat her head. "Aria isn't here yet?" You ask your juniors as you settle all your items into the closet.

"She was the first one here but wanted to get us all coffee."

Ironically the door opens, revealing the face you were looking for, "Speaking of the devil." She heads to everyone, handing their coffee to them and puts her own personal belongings in the closet.

"Everyone begin stretching. The studio opens in 30 minutes."

You clap and rally the girls together, stretching along with them, then check the list of students coming into the class today. The song chosen for the class was "Con Calma" by Daddy Yankee & Snow. Once class started, you got in the groove of things, and as it went smoothly, you picked a few students and grouped them up to film them for a YouTube video.

When class ends, the girls chill around in a circle as they sit and chat. You scrolled through tiktok, liking dance trends while Enyo leaned her head on your shoulder.

Your phone alerts you, an email sent to your work email instead of personal so you knew it was of importance. Opening the sent mail, your eyes widen at seeing the Mnet logo.

The girls see your face and give a look of concern to each other, "What's going on?"

Your hand over your mouth, and you read, announcing, "Mnet invited us to Street Woman Fighter 2!"

All you can hear is gasps, and after a few seconds, jumping and screaming while you still stand thinking of how unbelievable the opportunity is. Aria grabs your arm and jumps, "Unnie, this is your time to shine!"

You smiled to yourself, now believing that people may actually appreciate you for your dancing.

It was a day of filming on a Saturday morning, and you had finished filming the introduction segment of each crew a week prior.

You get to the main building of the show in your own car and, with another coffee in hand, walk into the lobby to see your team waiting for you.

"Y/n-unnie! Isn't this place so cool?" Lyn says, coming up to you full of energy. Your eyes scan the building, and you must admit, for an assumingly fierce competition, it looked very subtle from what you expected. "It's definitely something,” you mumble.

"Come on, ladies, let's head into our rooms,” you command.

We headed up the stairs and into the halls, passing every crew's room and seeing what they had written on their board.

"It seems like someone tampered with 1Millions board already," Enyo points out, you then frown at their antics. The thoughts of these grown women acting like this irritated you. They were acting like children whose toys were stolen from them.

Yes, you understood bad blood, but pettiness like this isn't a good look on anyone.

The crew sees the Aesthete in a lightly script font in royal blue. You let the girls write on the whiteboard and enter to find the blue room, getting a bit overwhelmed with everything happening so fast.

Everyone sat down and you did breathing exercises, and as the nerves calm, your anticipation and excitement overthrow the previous emotions. The screen then flashes and tells us the dancer on the team with the most no-respect, which was Aria, causing you to look at the screen in confusion.

"Um, okay?" They all laugh at your reaction, mainly because Aria wasn't a weak dancer, but you assumed those stickers were there because of you.

You felt terrible and rubbed her shoulders, "They probably picked you since you’ve been my longest student."

She smiles at you, "It's alright, unnie. I'll just show them why I haven’t left your side."

Aria had been the first student you trained about 7 years ago and has stayed by your side ever since. You always thought it was because she wanted to meet your brother at some point, but over the years, your friendship blossomed, and she reassured you. Aria took your classes because she loved your style, movement, aura, and passion for dancing.

She indeed became the little sister you never had.

Then, the TV signals us to head to the main stage. You all walked down, your team following your lead, and looked around at each group. Every crew was there, but Jam Republic, being the grand finale, you assumed.

Your appearance began to cause everyone to mumble. You kept your hand in the pockets of your cargos, inducing a chill persona.

“Y/n-nim looks so cool.”

“Her eyes look ready to kill. Like she’s ready to punch anyone who disrespects them.”

“And I thought Bada would be the only person here who would be many girl’s type.”

Before you can all take your seats, you stand in the middle and see your team video playing, hearing "Backseat Freestyle" by Kendrick Lamar.

Then, the comments begin to flow in. Starting with Lady Bounce.

"I wanna say I'm intrigued about this team, but only because of Jeon Y/n."

"She's been known as the mother of HYBE. I mean, she's choreographed so many songs for so many groups. I guess that's where all the comments stem from." Lia Kim also speaks, addressing it to her team, and they nod.

"I don't understand why a team like this is on the show. They're like team Bebe, but instead of Bada, they have Y/n," Mina Myoung of Deep N Dap comments, and you stand there with a still, stoic face.

“The team has only been around for one year. They shouldn’t even be in this competition with us,” Wolf Lo’s Halo speaks out with her opinion.

You weren't amused by their comments in the slightest, but you wouldn't give them the satisfaction of getting any major reaction out of you.

Yoonji of Mannequeen then says the comment that ticks you off the most, "Not only are these the shadow of Jeon Y/n, but she is in the shadow of Jeon Jungkook. Even coming on this show, there is no escape from that."

Everyone keeps their eyes on you, trying to see any movement or expression of anger, but you give them a smirk. You knew a comment like this would be said, which didn’t surprise you.

You got those comments quite often any time a choreography of yours went viral so it was nothing you haven’t heard of.

Then, the crew with the trendy Bada Lee appears on the screen, "I'm gonna be honest, I don't know much about them." Lusher begins. " I'd say they're probably our biggest rivals due to our dance styles," Tatter adds.

"Maybe dancing is in Y/n's genes. She just has to prove it here. As a leader, I'm sure she knows many people look down on her due to her connection to her brother." You stare at the screen, a little surprised at the more neutral comment by their leader.

“Their style is very appealing and trendy. I feel we’re gonna see a lot from this crew,” Tsubakill’s Rena says with a soft smile.

The women of Jam Rebuplic were on screen, and you couldn't help but smile a little. Kristen and Ling met you during their time with the Royal Family, and knowing them for many years put you at ease. You also became a fan of Audrey's dance style with her appearance on the World of Dance.

"I know we're in a competition with these girls, but knowing Y/n personally, I know and believe her talent goes beyond imagination and can lead this team to success." The video then ends and shows the status of no-respect stickers given. You had gotten 2, while Lyn had 4.

As you sit, you think of having 3 level-headed crews on the show that didn't disrespect you. If anything, they looked respectful and sincere about all their comments.

The large room began to buzz in whispers as crews chatted about other teams. "I can't believe they think of you like that," Enyo shakes her head, but you shrug. "Their comments were honestly what I expected. I didn't expect the nicer things that Tsubakill and Bebe said."

"Agreed," Lyn mumbles, feeling down due to the comments. "I knew Jam was gonna be nice, but everyone else was truly a fifty-fifty."

Jam Republic then comes down with an energy that no one could match in the studio. They were the ones who felt as if they were at the top, and there was no denying it. They were at the top. The girls were the most unique with their versatile dance arsenal.

You knew your abilities as a dancer, and one thing you couldn't do well was Afro-dance, as the rhythm was genuinely different.

They stand in the middle as they react to their video, but every other team can't help but stare at the girls. The video played, and as every minute passed, their reactions were solely entertained rather than angry. In some way, you were engaged by the comments, too.

Some groups said they'd rather have Paris Globel there, but you know that in the popularity game, every team would have lost right then and there.

Nearing the end, you couldn't help but smile at Audrey's reaction to her 6 stickers. Your crew didn't have anything bad to say about them, and they took note of this as they took their seats right next to yours.

Ling and Kristen give you a fist bump and smile, which is noticed by Bada, who sits one team away from Aesthete.

“They seem close, huh,” Tatter whispers to her leader, who nods, intrigued at your relationship with the international team. After hearing the praise from Jam Republic, she knew you shouldn’t be underestimated.

If people from other countries were saying good things on your behalf, you couldn't be as weak as the other crews said. The large screen then shows the show's logo as the lights begin moving around on the runway area of the stage.

"Is it starting?" Enyo asks, but her questions are answered by Kang Daniel coming out. All the women were cheering as he had the mic and queue cards in hand.

"Hello. Welcome to Mnet's original dance series, Street Woman Fighter 2, and I'm your host, Kang Daniel. Not only will we see the competitions between some of the best dance crews in Korea, but we have gone international this season - with global named crews, making the competition more intense."

Heaven and Lyn act out a fight, punching each other lightly. "Yah, chill out, please," Aria warns the two younger girls causing them to abruptly halt the play fight.

"You'll fight to crush all the other crews and reach the top. Only one crew can do that. Here's the first dance battle to be the winner of this competition."

Kang Daniel did very good at amping everyone up. As you leaned forward, arms laid on your knees, hiding the lower half of your face, you hid your smile of amusement.

"The signature of the dance series is your first mission, the no-respect battle with the weakest dancer." You were all told to change, and you take your water with you as you return to the stage.

As you leave your room, you see the tall figure with the Oreo hair leave the room right beside yours. You bow when you see her, and she reciprocates. Given that you were tall, standing at 5'8, looking slightly up to meet her gaze, it was surprising.

"Hello, Bada-nim," You reach your hand out, and her eyes go wide, looking stunned. "I just want to thank you for not saying anything negative on behalf of my team."

She gladly accepts your handshake with a friendly grin, "Hey man, I know what it feels like when people compare you to the idol instead of acknowledging your talents."

"You're telling me. I've been getting compared to my brother ever since everyone found out about us being related."

"I had those moments when dancing with Kai, but people warmed up to it, especially the more I choreographed for him."

You smile at her with envy, "I bet it's nice to hear the love from people." You lower your head and lean against the wall, feeling somewhat ashamed for feeling this way. "I'm a little jealous Bada-nim."

Bada tilts her head, confused at what you, out of everyone, had to be jealous about.

"My one wish after this entire show ends is for people to see me as Y/n, the leader of Asthete. The one who puts a lot of effort into their craft and passion. Not just a shadow of my brother."

Bada's eyes soften at your determined gaze. She could feel how much you meant every word you said to her. She could only assume how bad it was for you, but Bada never realized how much it affected your mental until you spoke to her.

Somehow, that being your first proper interaction and conversation with each other made Bada's heart race. She wasn't expecting you to open up, but she really appreciated it, as it motivated her.

You notice all the noise in the room behind her, "You wanna head down with me, or are you still waiting for your team?"

"I'll probably wait to make sure they don't take their sweet time," Bada jokes, and you give her a genuine laugh, knowing how it feels to have a team all younger than you. "Don't worry, I totally understand."

You then bow, excusing yourself to get to the main stage, where you see all of Jam Republic ready. "Kristen! Ling!" You say, coming up to the leader with a massive hug. You met the girls on your travel to New Zealand for a dance collaboration and loved their energy, causing you to keep in contact. "Hey, girl! Long time no see."

You pout, "I know, I've been busy, so I never got to visit you guys over there," you tell her as you point to Ling, trying to involve her in the conversation. She also hugs you and plays with your long, silky hair that was currently ashy brown in color. As the three talk, Bebe comes down and sees the interaction. "She's close to all of them?" Bada mumbled to herself. Lusher looks in their direction as well. "I guess so."

You begin telling jokes and stories about the recent classes you've taught. The newly arriving team saw you showing them a sample of a choreography, you probably made. You looked so happy and smiled brightly as you moved for them, not going all out to save energy. A smile frames Bada’s face as she takes a seat, comparing your energy to a child showing off a piece of candy they got.

Rather than the serious personality you showed when you first came in, you did a 180, displaying your doe eyes and bunny smile. "Oh, Audrey, I've meaning to say how big of a fan I am of your dancing."

Bada's thoughts stray away as she can't help but keep her eyes locked on your figure.

She wasn't gonna lie to herself. You are super attractive as you carry yourself with confidence and assertiveness.

The genes were strong, too. You looked like the female version of your brother, which was a given, but your nose just seemed a bit smaller and your lips were evidently plumper. From the eyes down to the smile and even tattoos that she could see, you were almost a carbon copy of him.

"Oo~ our teacher has some interest in the leader of Aesthete," Tatter teases, and Bada scoffs. "I'm just realizing how much she looks like Jungkook-nim."

"You got that right," Tatter says, and Minah butts in, "As hot as him too." The girls giggle at her comment, but they can't help but agree. "She's so cool," Cheche says.

You begin to raise the sleeves of your flannel, out of habit, as you continue your chat with Jam Republic and team Bebe's eyes widen. You had a few minimal tattoos on your left arm, but your right arm was what caught their attention.

Inked on your arm was a full sleeve covering your forearms and down to your hands. The tattoos were all in a delicate art style, but as they covered your entire arm, the combination was badass. It did suit you, but now your adorable image was flipped upside down in Bada’s mind.

If only you saw her gaze. It looked like she wanted to do unimaginable things to you, but in a quick flash, she realizes the setting she’s in and shakes her head a bit.

"She looks like she would beat someone up," Tatter mumbles, but Bada can't help but think your face doesn't match your body. You had innocent doe eyes and a cute smile while your body looked ready for a boxing match, from the tattoos down to your noticeable muscles. "The Jeon bloodline must be strong," Minah mumbles, but everyone agrees.

The rest of the crews begin entering, and you wave off the girls, returning to your team.

"Whoever is battling first better hype up the entire crowd. My hands are literally sweating right now," Ling says, but you side-eye her with a questioning stare. Emma noticed this, nudging Ling in your direction, causing the two of them to laugh.

Once they commence the battles, everyone gets nervous. "The first no-respect battle is... 1Million Redy."

Your gaze follows Redy as she comes down from her spot. "The person I pick as the weakest dancer is..." She teases the crowd, approaching Deep N Dap or Lady Bounce. Redy then does a complete reverse and stands before the light blue team, "Bada of Bebe."

An obnoxious squeal could be heard, and you covered your ears at the sudden pitch. Looking over your shoulder to see it was Heaven, your eyes grow wide. You never knew that sound could come from her body, as she was always the quiet one on the team.

"THE Bada Lee dancing? Take my money now." Enyo rolls her eyes and slaps her, "Dude, don't be embarrassing us...Have some dignity, please."

Your chuckle pulls the two girls out of their tiny argument, and they continue to pay attention. If Bada got Heaven to react that way, you knew you had to pay attention to her in this battle. The younger girl barely gives anyone a reaction but her members, yet here she was, fangirling over Bebe's leader.

You look over and see the taller woman nod her head. "Redy of 1Million picks Bada of Bebe as the worst dancer."

"I just don't respect you," Redy ends straight and clear. "That's it."

Bada slightly paces and smirks, "Not Redy. Soobin. You're still an eighth grader to me." You smile at the comment, feeling the hype after the comments. "Whaaaa~ unnie. This. Is. Amazing." Lyn jumps up and down as she holds onto your shoulders, keeping her balanced. You stayed seated as the battle began and couldn't help but stare at Bada. Her cold face would get countered by her confident personality.

Redy dances, and you nod your head ever so often. While the battle continues, you feel a pair of eyes staring at you.

You look across the stage and around until you see the pair of eyes that cause your alertness. It was Manequeen's own Barbie doll, Redlic. Your attention was back to the dance where you see Bada about to begin.

Your eyes travel all over her body as she teases the younger girl with her dance, the grinding, body rolls, the taunting? You loved seeing it all. She dominated the stage as a one-man act, and you applaud her for that, which she notices and bows. That was the first time you gave someone a reaction as you all filmed, so she felt good about her performance.

"Cards are open in 3! 2! 1!"

The judges flipped their cards quickly, showing Bebe winning 3:0. Monika picked up the mic and told Redy, "Compared to Bada, you did dance like an eighth grader." Saying it in a casual tone made even you feel hurt.

Everyone sits, and the following battle is about to occur, "Mannaqueen's Redlic, please take the stage."

She wastes no time, walking up to your crew and giving you a seductive look. "The dancer I pick with no respect is Jeon Y/n." You smirk at this and grab your mic.

"Redlic, why did you choose Y/n as the no-respect dancer?"

"I wanted to see if she could set the stage on fire with me on it," causing a very evident chuckle to come out of you. "I can. I can even make it burn," you say confidently.

"Alright, the fight shall begin!"

When it begins, Redlic starts feeling up her body to "Needed Me" by Rihanna and swaying her body. She gets closer to you, going around and shaking her ass in front of you, causing you to bite your lips at her antics. You’d never deny a beautiful woman making moves on you, even if it was just for her dance.

She adds some floor work and ensures she shows out using all her space. Redlic had you entranced for some time, and before you knew it, it was your turn, "3! 2! 1! Switch!"

Your song was "Or Nah" by Ty Dolla $ign, and as you begin, you take off your jacket, revealing your sleeveless white top, and everyone's eyes go wide seeing your arms and full tattoos. You were starting to look like a hot commodity on stage, and Redlic couldn't help but lick her lips at the sight.

Behind you, Bada was still trying to gather herself after her battle, but her face flushed again once you removed your flannel. She felt her body heating up and hoped to cover up her reactions by hiding behind her hands.

You grind on the floor, body rolling on Redlic's body while kneeling, then pull yourself up. You did some ticking moves and mixed in some slow motion in there. As you slow-mo a hip-grabbing movement, you go into a motion of locking and popping. Then, slide on the floor, adding a flip to finish your sensual dance.

Bada stares, the hardest she probably ever has, and you lock eyes for a second. Seeing her face and body language formed a sly grin on your face, making her look away, now blushing furiously. She can’t even keep her head in the game when she hears your win of 3:0 against Redlic.

"Unnie?" Lusher stares at her leader, who follows the direction of her eyes, and laughs at the realization. "Unnie, this isn't like you at all!" The sub-leader claps as she laughs, and Bada can't do anything but tell her to shut up, which only causes her to laugh harder.

After a few more battles, you could all take a 30-minute break before resuming.

Everyone sat down chatting, and you were again talking to Jam Republic. You and Audrey had tied 3 times in battle until they decided you won your last match. "Dude, I need to know how you did that neck-breaking move," you ask Audrey, and she giggles shyly. "Let me show you."

She shows you the move, and as you copy it perfectly, she claps for you, "Yes! Well, you got it, fast girl." You laugh at her and talk about her first dance battle. "Man, the first bone-breaking move was insane."

"Which one?"

"Oh, uh, this one," You show the move she hits during "Low" by Flo Rida. Audrey begins jumping excitedly, almost fangirling for you, even if it was her own move. Everyone in the studio notices your interaction with JR and gossip about it.

"I saw them talking before, so they must know each other."

"Well, I'm pretty sure Y/n has taught a class with Latirce and Kristen before, so it's unsurprising."

You make more friends and move to Bebe, who doesn't notice your presence. That was until Kyma looked like she'd seen a ghost in front of her, causing them to look behind and gasp, seeing you standing there in front of them.

"Hey," was the only thing that came out of your mouth, yet all of the Bebe members stared at you like you had just told them the most remarkable speech on the planet. Well, everyone other than Bada.

She stared at you with enticing eyes, and you quickly took notice of her motive. Regarding the No-respect battles, you had already danced in 5, most girls explaining it was just for fun. In every action you participated in, your eyes met with Bada's, and you never knew what ran through that head of hers as you couldn't even think while dancing.

But you figured it out now.

"Ah, Y/n-nim, I'm a big fan," Minah bows, and you wave your arms, trying to deny any praise. "You're an excellent dancer, no need to deny it. Pretty face and stage present too," Tatter says, mumbling the last part, but you heard it. Your hand guides Tatter's head to face you, and you smile, "If I'm pretty, you're gorgeous."

Her face turns bright red, and you pat her head, finding it cute. You then see a familiar face amongst the crew, "Lusher, it's been a while since you've been to one of my classes." The sub-leader's face is full of embarrassment for being called out. "Don't worry, I'm not mad about it," you tell her, and Lusher's tense body relaxes.

"I've just been more focused on Bebe the past year, but maybe after the show, you'd let me back in?"

"You're always welcome at my place. Any of you are, honestly. Nothing wrong with expanding your horizons in dance." You announce, but Bada scoffs a little. "This feels a bit insulting to me. I am their teacher, you know."

You had no ill intent behind your comment, but you wanted to tease her, "You can always join me too. I'm sure you'll be my number one student."

The two's faces are just inches away, both having a condescending smirk on their faces. Members of Bebe look at each other, feeling the intensity of their stares, but their eyes go large at your pitched idea.

"How do you think about this? After the show, we collaborate in a choreography and class, and then we can dance together. No competition needed." Your fingers then point to your crew and Bada's crew, "We can all dance together."

You were now leaning your arms on the bench, Bada sitting between your sleeveless arms. Lusher and Tatter can't help but giggle at the sight. It was like a fox versus a fox.

"Sure, but I don't know if I can wait that long to be a top student again." You read the subtly in her voice, implying something you couldn't put your finger on. You lick your lips at her gaze and grin.

"Win two more battles, and I'll take my top student out to dinner?'

Bebe's eyes widen again in shock. Never seen Bada's eyes look so mischievous as they did now.

"Deal~"

A/n: The ending feels super lacking on this one, but I might make a part 2 to satisfy myself😭.

-sivine

#bada lee x fem reader #bada lee #bada lee x reader #gxg #wlw #bebe #jam republic #swf2 x reader #street woman fighter 2 #street woman fighter x reader #ssivinee

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maniculum · 3 months

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Bestiaryposting Results: Wimchlat

Very similar art this week, which kind of can't be helped because the entry does specifically say that it looks like a wolf with spots. There's some range here, though.

If you're not sure what this is about, you can find an explanation and previous posts here: https://maniculum.tumblr.com/bestiaryposting.

The entry artists are working from this week can be found here:

And if you want to participate in the next round, here's that entry:

...huh. I didn't realize which one was up next until I went looking for the link just now. That'll be an interesting artistic experience, I'm sure.

(Pursuant to some previous speculation on the "-bael" morpheme in the Dikebael and Dirubael, now I'm wondering if the "-at" morpheme in our randomly-generated words might have something to do with bodily waste.)

Anyway, this week's art is below the cut:

@silverhart-makes-art (link to post here) notes that their version ended up quite fluffy, which I have also noted and enjoyed. For some additional detail, which includes some interesting animal facts, click on the linked post.

@doodlebethel (link to post here) is joining us for the first time, and has drawn an excellent not-quite-a-wolf. I feel the depiction of it aggressively guarding that sparkly sand is very well-executed.

@cheapsweets (link to post here) has made the decision that the urine in question solidifies into a jewel basically immediately, which I think raises a lot of interesting questions (complimentary). Also, thank you for providing alt text.

@citrvsdrake (link to post here) observes that the creature hiding its urine sounds like cat behavior, so they leaned a little harder towards the leopard side than the wolf one. I think it came out well; an animal that is both relatively wolf-shaped and clearly feline has an interesting look to it.

@coolest-capybara (link to post here) decided to base theirs on the maned wolf, which I think came out really well in this art style. I also like the decision to make the spots look like eyes -- together with the color scheme and the long limbs, it really has a fascinating (and slightly sinister?) effect. I kind of love this design, really. I want to know more about this creature. (Also, thank you for including alt text.)

@wendievergreen (link to post here) also decided to mix it up a bit animal-wise, and also landed on the maned wolf as an interesting non-wolf wolf option. It's also got ocelot features rather than leopard. I just really like the vibes here -- something about this art style is very charming to me. I'm not an art critic, so I can't elaborate on that. I would recommend clicking on the linked post, which has more information and also some tags I find quite funny.

On to the Aberdeen Bestiary!

... or not, actually. This is one of the folios missing from that manuscript, so the text actually came from Bodley MS 764, and we'll be taking the illustration from the Ashmole Bestiary.

That illustration doesn't help a whole lot, though it does also lean more feline, so we can get something there -- but I saw a number of comments saying that people had recognized it in the process of drawing, so it's probably no surprise that this is the lynx.

No, I don't know why people thought its urine turned into gemstones. Ask Pliny the Elder. (The supposed gemstone in question is called ligurius, by the way.)

I also don't know why the lynx in the Ashmole illustration appears to be having a staring contest with a ram... hold on, let me see something...

... okay, bestiary.ca doesn't have anything that explains that. It might just be an artistic decision. Things I did learn from bestiary.ca just now, though:

Ovid (yes, that Ovid) specified that the lynx's urine solidifies on contact with air, which means that those interesting questions (mostly along the lines of what is in that stuff) raised by CheapSweets's drawing are definitely still on the table.

Thomas of Cantimpre also says that the lynx has the hilarious combination of comic-book-style x-ray vision and a total inability to remember anything it's not currently looking at. So it can see through walls but just immediately forgets what it saw. I love that.

#maniculum bestiaryposting #wimchlat

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heymeowmao · 3 months

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LYN: Last week, I know you saw me wearing a red wig, right? I’m telling this to my fans, since they would probably follow the spoilers about me- I recorded an episode in a red wig. While we were recording that episode, BY kept singling me out. He kept saying, “LYN’s not normal today.” “Liu-ge, you’re not normal today. This is too out of the ordinary. I have a feeling you’re the murderer.” I asked, “Why?” He said, “Because you’re not talking. This is too different from normal. You haven’t spoken a word all day.” I replied, “It’s not that I don’t want to talk, it’s because my hair is being pulled too tightly. The wig is too tight and it’s affecting my ability to think and respond to people normally. Those functions have disappeared. They suffocated.”

LYN: Half an hour with that wig was okay. Over an hour and it’s a headache. I feel like it was leaving stress marks on my skull. I filmed with it for several hours. After that day I felt like my soul was squeezed out. I was trying to explain to him, “My wig hurts too much. It’s so uncomfortable. I know it looks good, but the cost is too great. It hurts so much.” He said, “I don’t believe you. We’re all adults. How could a person as smart as I am be tricked by your excuses? I’m right. You are the murderer.” Of course, I can’t tell you if he guessed right or wrong. :)

LYN: You can imagine- The wig starts from here, and it’s wrapped around your whole head. All that’s left is a mouth. XD It separates your brain from your mouth- do you know that feeling? It’s like a barrier in the middle. Your thinking, logic, and speech is no longer under your brain’s control.

2024.04.29 - LYN Livestream

#Liu Yuning #The Truth #开始推理吧 #lyn livestream #rule of thumb for lyn's streams: 80% nonsense & 20% truth #i am just now noticing the weird blur on his crotch from this screengrab #and i assure you that was not intentional on my part #XD

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real-fire-emblem-takes · 9 days

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sorry i got so excited abt mark i forgot to make a post. um

mark is an any pronoun lesbian to me. fell in love w lyn and did all this fucking war stuff bc she encouraged him to follow his heart and his heart said If Lyn Wants Sumn, Get It Bro. very softspoken which is why she never shows up in any historical accounts written post war. that and theyre VERY private and asked eliwood not to publicize any records of their involvement. after the war he stayed w/ eliwood as w tutor for roy and lilina but only for like, 4-5 months a year. the rest are, ofc, spent with lyn. the type of person who laments their weakness in actually fighting themself bc they think nothing is cooler than fighting to protect those that you love. lyn and mark have a VERY long "oh they were just good friends" arc before finally actually getting together like. yeaaaaaaars down the line post zephiel's war. i forget if lyn died or even exists in roys game and i dont care shes busy. i love her.

mark teaches nino and jaffar while the war is happening btw. those kids are mark's fave lil guys. mark has only been furious once and it was when eliwood went "maybe jaffar cant be trusted" and lyn had to scoop mark so she didnt try to beat eliwood up

Mark :)

#fe #fire emblem #mark fire emblem #fe7 #fire emblem blazing sword

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thepaladinstrait · 28 days

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✮ IN TRENCH I'M NOT ALONE ✮

✮ ALEX / FINN ━━━ they/he/xe/it ⋆ non binary ⋆ demisexual ⋆ pansexual ⋆ minor ⋆ infp-t ⋆ type 2w1 ⋆ south aus ⋆ dog person ⋆ black cat ⋆ depressed but sometimes i'm funny ⋆ fanfiction reader and writer ⋆ purple is my favourite colour ever ⋆ permanently dehydrated ⋆ sleep deprived ⋆ hot chocolate addict ⋆ music is everything to me ⋆ angst writer ⋆ headphones on 24/7 ⋆ i live here ⋆ spotify loml ⋆ clikkie ⋆ theatre nerd ⋆ amethysts are my favourite ⋆ crystal queer ⋆ grammar nerd but i type in only lowercase ⋆ green belt in karate ⋆ slytherin ⋆ pinterest whore ⋆ i leave unhinged tags on your posts ⋆ i can rap the entirety of hamilton ⋆ fnaf obsessed ⋆ mentally ill ⋆ #1 leave the city fan ⋆ rpf writer ⋆ autistic ⋆ i infodump way too much ⋆ professional oversharer ⋆ otter lover ⋆ reputation and ttpd stan ⋆ winning at the game of dyscalculia ⋆ poet (in theory) ⋆ perpetually curious ⋆ dreamer ⋆ stargazer ⋆ high schooler ⋆ i vent a bit too often ⋆ choker and necklace wearer ⋆ procrastinator ⋆ an absolute loser ⋆ horror movie lover ⋆ true crime podcast listener ⋆ asmr defender ⋆ victim of the spelling curse ⋆ black jewellery is superior ⋆ dark chocolate defender ⋆ uno bully ⋆ i overuse exclamation marks ⋆ scaled and icy defender ⋆ i hyperfixate way too easily ⋆ sleeps with stuffed animals ⋆ free palestine

✮ MUSIC ━━━ twenty one pilots ⋆ my chemical romance ⋆ sleep token ⋆ billie eilish ⋆ lyn lapid ⋆ ed sheeran ⋆ bmike ⋆ alec benjamin ⋆ maddie zahm ⋆ taylor swift ⋆ sabrina carpenter ⋆ we three ⋆ olivia rodrigo ⋆ xana ⋆ kelsea ballerini ⋆ conan gray ⋆ finneas ⋆ lewis capaldi ⋆ boygenius ⋆ harry styles ⋆ cavetown ⋆ gracie abrams ⋆ waterparks ⋆ dove cameron ⋆ semler ⋆ paramore ⋆ chappell roan ⋆ birdy ⋆ anson seabra ⋆ mxmtoon

✮ MY SONGS ━━━ achilles come down (gang of youths) ⋆ leave the city (twenty one pilots) ⋆ oldies station (twenty one pilots) ⋆ matilda (harry styles) ⋆ family line (conan gray) ⋆ illicit affairs (taylor swift) ⋆ the anonymous ones (dear evan hansen) ⋆ hurricane (hamilton) ⋆ slipping through my fingers (abba) ⋆ hope ur ok (olivia rodrigo) ⋆ another love (tom odell) ⋆ photograph (ed sheeran) ⋆ that's on me (ed sheeran) ⋆ the light behind your eyes (my chemical romance) ⋆ astronomy (conan gray) ⋆ love in the dark (adele)

✮ BOOKS ━━━ the song of achilles ⋆ nevermoor ⋆ keeper of the lost cities ⋆ the dictionary of lost words ⋆ if he had been with me ⋆ the help ⋆ girl in pieces ⋆ a good girls guide to murder ⋆ hunger games ⋆ divergent ⋆ the dead poets society

✮ MUSICALS ━━━ hamilton ⋆ dear evan hansen ⋆ six ⋆ mean girls ⋆ wicked ⋆ the addams family ⋆ in the heights ⋆ the greatest showman ⋆ jesus christ superstar ⋆ legally blonde ⋆ mamma mia ⋆ mary poppins ⋆ newsies ⋆ matilda

✮ MY CHARACTERS ━━━ charlie spring ⋆ patroclus ⋆ alexander hamilton ⋆ katniss everdeen ⋆ pippa fitz amobi ⋆ tao xu ⋆ remus lupin

✮ ALT BLOG AND LINKS AND OTHER SOCIALS

@emailsicantfuckingsend - poetry blog

discord - conjectureandgloom

spotify

ao3

dm for personal instagram if we are close

✮ MY TAGS

me :) - random posts about me and my life

personal - personal vents. will be tagged appropriately with triggers if necessary. format for triggers will be '#tw ___'. common tw's will be self harm (tagged as sh), discussion of suicide (tagged as both sui and suicide), eating disorders (tagged as ed), and panic attacks (tagged as panic attacks)

finncore - posts that are mecore

alex /pos - daily positivity posts (currently not being done)

arch 🐾 - my dog and loml and baby, archie

five nights at finn's - fnaf posting

tag games - self explanatory

asks - self explanatory. tagged with url of asker or anon dearest

little guy clancy - my beloved little guy, catboy clancy <33

crop top ty - tyler joseph in the tulip crop top

the chronicles of crop top ty - visit this post for explanation

finn irl - photos of me :)

✮ NOTE ━━━ dms and discord are always open!! i love talking to new people, and i love getting new mutuals!!!! my ask box is always open to random vents or for advice, or if anyone just wants to pop in to say hey, by inbox is here!!!!! i might come off as slightly awkward though, and this is my formal apology for that. i also tend to forget that i have things in my inbox? so i'm so sorry for that too

credit to @svnflowermoon for the intro post format

#intro post #extended intro post #finncore #arch 🐾#me :)#saved #personal #<- common tags :)

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kodathefennec · 5 months

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If you're reading this, it means i broke my promise of not trying a third time and uploaded the playlist without the songs that caused the previous videos to be blocked; and, like i said in the description of the current video, there are A FUCK TON of songs in which couldn't make it to said video

I decided to post the full list of songs in here so you guys could make your own private playlist; and again, like i said in the description of that video, i have separated the songs into categories in case any of you want to understand how my character analysis affects the playlist, since i don't plan on making a video or post talking about my character analysis on Goldie

I'll also be adding the images to mark each category and color coding the songs that are in the video and the songs that aren't

Here is the link if you want to watch the video

WARNING: GIANT TEXT WALL AHEAD

Songs that AREN'T in the video will look like this

Songs that ARE in the video will look like this

Pride:

Watch Me Work from Trolls 3: Band Together

Looking Like This by Lyre Le Temps

Primadonna Girl by Marina And The Diamonds

I'm Born To Run by American Authors

Eighth Wonder by Lemon Demon

The Main Character by Will Wood

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Revenge/rage:

All Eyes On Me by Or3o

Emperor's New Clothes by Panic!At The Disco, cover by NateWantsToBattle

Hermit The Frog by Marina And The Diamonds

The Moon Rises by Ponyphonic

Bad Child by The Tones And I

Empire from Monster High - Boo York Boo York

Waiting On A Miracle from Encanto

Mirror Man by Jack Stauber

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Self destructive behaviour:

Icarus by Bastille

Baby Boy by Mother Mother (i'm really sad that i couldn't add this song because it fits Goldie SO FUCKIN MUCH(⁠ノ⁠｀⁠Д⁠´⁠)⁠ノ⁠彡⁠┻⁠━⁠┻ SAME WITH ICARUS)

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Transition - self destructive behaviour to destructive behaviour:

Liar by The Arcadian Wild

Oh ana by Mother Mother

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Destructive behaviour:

Goose Goose Revolution the living tombstone

Wrecking ball by Mother Mother

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SADepression:

Copacabana by Barry Manilow

When she loved me from Toy Story 2, cover by lyn lapid

Something comforting by Porter Robinson

Everything stays from Adventure Time, cover by Maruwhat

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Fun Fact: i wanted to add the song who can it be now by Men At Work at the end as an extra, and instead of an image, it was going to be AtomicalAngel's animation of Goldie dancing to the same song, but i decided to scrap that idea because i don't know if they would be comfortable with that and i was too scared to ask

#ask goldie anything #fnaf #aga #playlist #character playlist

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phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess · 6 months

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I had not met the new neighbours until today

They were so sweet, a young couple who came over and hugged me, brought cold water and a block of chocolate when they saw what happened

The lady said she was so sorry if theyd known kitty was there they would have smashed a window, tried to get her

They came back later with a bottle of pwpsi max,i jave no idea how they qorked kut i liked it, and some flowers from a florist, colours based on these in my garden, and apologised again for my loss

It was lovely and overwhelming

I jad a friend an Ds coworker supporting me, but i just couldnt put my baby down. They tried to resusitate her but she passed in her sleep from inhalation they think.

Its awful and unfair but the kindness of those two

And then when an older lady i chatted with while i gardened came past she immediately asked if my kitty was alright and hugged me when she found out

I used to garden and water it with little zarya ona long lead and harnass so she could wander outside on her own adventure most afternoons

This lady, lyn, would walk her little three legged dog and zarya was initially frightened but grew to tolerate his prescence

She gifted me plants once and i returned some that she commented having issues growing, bc mine werre strong

These little connections built comfort into an awful day alongside support from my friends and coworkers andd family

No one will ever replace my little girl, she was a little spark of joy who loved to snuggle at night. Who was always lose by when i was at home, who liked to playwithher bazillion toys and treat dispensers

She would try to be snuggled up or touching in some way at night. I once woke to her back paws stretched i to my cupped hand, she wanted to touch always.

She was in her teen but muuuum years, so there was grumbling for too many kisses.on her little head, or if i tucked her in or scooped her up

But i know she loved it

I know she knew she was and remains loved

She was just learning Soft Paws after being semi feral i have her bite marks and s ratches on my arm still. I thought they would fade long before ever losing her.

I ordered a really fancy cat tower as a late birthday gift for her, as shes 14mthsish and i wanted to give her something fun... she had several towers in the windows where she slept and watched birds

A little life is gone and it hurts and it feels like the world is moving on too fast, but she lives in my heart and memory forever.

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allyphase · 8 months

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silent tactician - mark + speech (meta)

Hello TOA! Birdie here.

While Mark is a cozy and welcome addition to my muse lineup, I really regret how I’ve characterized her in the last two months or so. It turns out it can be really difficult to nail down a character with zero canon dialogue ^^; I’ve thought a lot about it, and I’ve decided to pivot her to better match my idea of who she is and where she comes from, now that I’ve filled in her past.

To be clear - this is not a muse reset. Everything she’s done and said will remain canon for her appearance in TOA. The only changes that’ll really be happening is on my end, or if you’re a castmate who was particularly close to Mark - feel free to reach out to ask me how this may have impacted their relationship!

Mark is a silent avatar insert in FE7, so I’ve decided to scale back her dialogue significantly. I’ll be explaining my reasonings and such under the cut, but that’s really all that needs to be announced on the dash. This will affect her ongoing threads as well as new ones.

Based on what information I have (almost nothing), I’ve decided that Mark has trouble speaking and articulating her thoughts. This is on top of her dysgraphia, but I’m scaling back the severity of it to give her another way to communicate. In addition, Mark knows sign language, which she can use to communicate with other fluent muses. This makes Mark’s silence mostly voluntary, because she gets embarrassed by how she sounds when speaking. She is capable of giving orders on a battlefield, because she uses specific phrases she’s practiced enough to feel confident with, but her voice is still quiet and perhaps hard to hear over a fight.

Based on my research, Mark probably didn’t talk much as a child, if at all. She could understand things told to her fine, but wasn’t able to articulate her thoughts herself. Her Heroes appearance supports this - as a child, she says nothing, and relies on Lyn to articulate her feelings for her.

Lyn: Of course! Mark has enough brains for the both of us. Hector: Why do you say that like you're bragging? Lyn: Well... Mark isn't exactly the talkative type. And there's such a thing as too much...uh, mudesty... Eliwood: Might you mean "modesty"? Lyn: Right! Too much modesty!

When she was pulled into the Bern school system, her issues became much clearer, as she couldn’t speak clearly enough to cast any magic. While I do believe that Mark would have received some amount of support, she still wasn’t able to fully overcome her difficulty, so she was transferred to the school of tactics when she was around 10 years old. There, she was able to practice specific phrases to command her troops, and here’s where I headcanon she made a few friends who were willing to both learn some sign and help interpret Mark’s words. The few people she knew there who understood her gave her the confidence to try speaking more, and she made leaps and bounds in those years. By the time FE7 rolls around, Mark has had years of practice, but still keeps quiet around people she doesn’t know. It’s an insecurity she can’t quite shake, but she wants to talk to more people, so she tries her best!

What this means for TOA is that Mark is going to get a lot quieter. Her feelings and personality aren’t changing - she’ll still try to stand for what she believes in - but she may have to take more time to articulate what she means. She’s more likely to speak more with her castmates and friends, but if she needs to be heard she will do her best. She is trying to work on her speaking while she is here, so if she jumpscares your muse with a conversation, it’s an act of love, I promise. If your muse signs at her or attempts to speak through gesture, she will respond in the same way.

As a sidenote, it’s a popular almost-canon bit of trivia that Mark in FE7 is telepathic somehow - able to speak to her units without words, with a big arrow or something similar. Lyn says so in her support with Robin in Warriors, here -

Lyn: I'd be glad to introduce you. But I must warn you, they can be a bit...aloof....?I'm not even sure they would carry on a conversation with you. Robin: Ahh, the strong-but-silent type. But you're on good terms, right? Lyn: Well, sort of... They're always very quiet, even on the battlefield. Not everyone needs to talk to issue orders. Robin: I'm sorry... What? How does one order the troops without words? Lyn: Good question! I can somehow always tell. It's like there's an invisible arrow. Robin: Are we talking about...telepathy? This sounds like a very advanced tactician.

While I think it’s fun for one-offs and AUs, I don’t picture Mark having any sort of supernatural ability like this. A big part of Mark’s character has been, and will remain, that she could have been anyone. Despite her skills, she fell into this position she occupies now and doesn’t pretend otherwise. She was able to direct her friends with a combination of preplanned strategies, gestures, and practiced phrases she can use to direct attention.

In summary, it didn’t feel right for me to have a silent tactician who talked so much, so I’m going to attempt to correct that now. Mark’s not going anywhere! She’s just getting quieter.

I’ve linked a Google Doc with all of the sources I used for my research here. Feel free to reach out to talk to me about this! I’ll admit I’m not as experienced in this specific field of learning disabilities, but I’ve done some research and am happy to correct myself if I got anything wrong. If you read all this uhh thank you!!

#(meta)#within sadness (ooc)#silent tactician #ITS DONE #spent all day on this bad boy #girls with learning disabilities when they realize their muses probably also have learning disabilities:#(jaw drop image)#i'll be pinning this on her blog for a minute just so people see it :crunchy:#and no one's like what happened to mark

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mistresskayla-blog1 · 4 months

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Disembodied Souls

Characters: Harry Kennedy x OC Iara Chepi (Guale Native American)

Lyn's Writing Event - Week 3 - Day 18

Part 1.

May 18th: Week 3: Indigenous

Characters: Harry Kennedy x OC Guale Iara Chepi (ghost lady of the water)

Fandom: Richard Armitage – Harry Kennedy – Vicar of Dibley

The characters of Harry Kennedy and Geraldine Granger were created for television by Paul Mayhew-Archer and Richard Curtis

Word Count: 2k

Location: Savannah, GA – river valley (modern times)

Warnings: dreams, hallucinations, out of body, consciousness altering, ghosts, anxiety, panic attack, disorientation, kissing,

Harry and Geraldine had arrived in the US without much incident. The Hartsfield-Jackson International Airport in Atlanta, Georgia was vast and took some getting used to for Geraldine. Harry was doting and casual as they strode through customs and made it to the rental car. Harry offered to drive, and Geraldine insisted she wanted to learn.

“Harry, I think if I’m going to be here, I should learn something.” Geraldine said.

Harry chuckled, “I just think it might be better if we hired someone to drive us to Savannah”

Geraldine looked at him perturbed, “Do you want to drive?” she queried standing at the rental counter. Harry shrugged and looked at Geraldine with fondness, “No love, I don’t really, but I will if you want me to.” Geraldine smiled, and they kissed in front of the clerk. Geraldine smiled back at the clerk, “Yes, we will need a car, please, thank you.” The clerk finished their reservation and directed them out into a parking lot. Geraldine took the keys and paperwork and Harry walked her out. They walked up the stalls looking for the one marked Kennedy, and placed their bags in the trunk of the car. Geraldine started the car, adjusting the seat and looking at all the gadgets in the dash.

“Oh my, there is a lot here to distract oneself isn’t there. She looked at the smooth paneled screen in the middle of the console, “Oh look Harry you can watch telly on this its so big, my lord.” Harry smiled in a chuckle, “I think we can use it for navigation.” He turned it on, and searched the menu, plugging in the host hotels coordinates. Geraldine had set the keys down in the cup holder and pushed the “start” button by the steering wheel. The engine fired up and she pulled out hesitantly out of the stall.

25 minutes later, they were on the round about highway system in Atlanta, heading southeast towards Savannah. The GPS read out that they would reach their destination in about 4 hours. Geraldine let out a big sigh, “Boy they certainly make a girl travel don’t they?” Harry nodded, “Yes 4 hours plus the flight, we will have traveled nearly 24 hours since we left home. It will be nice to get some fresh air and a good rest. Good thing we flew in early.” Harry checked the itinerary on his phone, “Your meetings start at 9 am tomorrow.” Geraldine rolled her eyes, “Well at least we can find some dinner on the way,”

They stopped for a bite and made it to their hotel by 10 pm local time. There bodies were worn down and they both crashed in their clothes, flopping down on top of the covers as soon as they entered the room.

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The next morning Geraldine roused and kissed Harry on the cheek, “Wakey wakey, sleepy head.” Harry groaned and rolled over, “Oh gosh, did we sleep like this all night?” he asked. Geraldine looked at him, “Yeah we did.” Harry stretched and started taking off his jacket, shirt and pants. Geraldine was already dressed and ready. Harry looked at her, “What time is it?” He looked at his watch, realizing he hadn’t shifted it yet, and looked to the nightstand clock. It was 830 am.

Geraldine yawned a bit, and kissed him, “I’m going to grab a spot of breakfast, are you joining me?” she said, looking at him in his shorts, and winking.

Harry looked down at himself, “Best not. I will catch up with you at lunch though, ya?”

Geraldine, “Fair enough. See you then, love you.” Harry blew her a kiss and headed for the shower.

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After an adequate shower and a change of clothes, Harry headed out of the hotel for a stroll. He had heard there was a lovely park along the river nearby, so he started walking. About a block away is a very large colonial cemetery, Harry walked along its edge, humming a tune that he didn’t know. It was mid-morning, and the sun lit up the place in vibrance. Harry kept walking despite the gates being open for tourists.

Harry continued through the bustle of the city and towards his destination, Emmet Park, a brilliant stroll through large Oak trees, where Spanish moss hung in ominous drafts across the long lateral branches. The park was sparse of people and Harry happily strolled through it. Stopping by one of the large oaks, to rest a bit. He closed his eyes a mere second and fell straight asleep, his head tucking into his chest, his long legs crossed and outstretched, not quite blocking the pathway for others.

Harry looked like a temperance painting propped against the trunk of the tree. The sun went behind the clouds and the moss seemed to grow deeper and grey in the paling of the light. The moss grew closer to him, surrounding him, Harry was dreaming already. Or was he?

Harry saw a lone figure near the edge of the water. She rose from the riverbed, water soaking her clothes, but not sheeting off. She had dark black hair, and hollow eyes. She walked slowly through the park, towards Harry’s sleeping form by the towering old oak. Harry fell deeper into sleep, and his body slumped against the ground to his side. His form flattening the patch of grass he was on. The woman approached him, in her shroud of garments, it matched her greying skin, and Harry could see her, even though his body was asleep. Harry started to panic a bit. How could he be looking at himself, he thought. How was he out of his body?

The sky was billowing white, and the trees were bright green, and the moss was growing, the ominous feeling crept into Harry’s consciousness, making him shudder. Harry’s body still lay slumped on the ground. Passersby gave him no notice. And Harry couldn’t feel his chest, he touched his chest, and he couldn’t feel his heart. But his mind was alive with worry and panic.

He tried to breathe, but he couldn’t feel his breath. He closed his eyes to gather his wits, but that didn’t change what he was feeling, or how he was floating above the scene watching it play out. The woman touched down to the earth, and slowly approached Harry’s limp body. She leaned down, brushing her lips against his, and Harry watched, absolutely horrified and intrigued in the same moment. The moments ticked by, as she moved closer to Harry’s body, and laid against it, rolling him over onto his back. Her dampness wearing a stain against his trousers and shirt. She moaned against him, in a way that wasn’t unnatural to Harry’s boyish ears. It just seemed misplaced in this moment.

She pressed herself further into him, and Harry shuddered as she entered his body, a coarse light opened up from his heart center, and the spectre poured inside him. The light flashed close and left his body intact, although a bit damp.

Harry’s eyes on the ground shot open, and someone was touching Harry’s chest, but it wasn’t Harry. The spectre, the woman was inside Harry’s body now. Their souls were switched, Harry, mouthed the word no, as he was unable to speak. Unable to gasp, unable to pound on his chest and wake himself up from this nightmare. The figure below, that was himself, touched his chest, and smoothed out his shirt, then smiled beguilingly and looked up towards Harry at the branch of the tree. The eyes weren’t Harry’s they flashed a dark grey then to black, then back to brilliant blue, within an instant.

Harry watched himself stand up, stretch and start to walk away, but where was he/she going?

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Harry started to panic feeling his grip slipping away as his body walked away from him. Then he felt a pull to this new form he was in, it passed through the air like a wind and swept him along, several feet above his now strolling body. He was still connected, an instant of elation swept over him. He could still get back in, if he could figure out how. Now as an incorporeal entity himself thoughts Geraldine’s discussion about the afterlife and souls sprang up, as his new softened form was being more or less dragged down the street by an unseen tether of consciousness.

The Spectre strutted down the street, smiling at various people on the sidewalk, and winking at quite a few people too. Harry cringed to see that, and kept his gaze firm, trying to deduce how to get back into himself. The Spectre heads back in the direction of the hotel, and enters the lobby. Geraldine is in the lobby on a break, looking for Harry. The Spectre sees a large woman looking at Harry expectantly and reacts in a normal fashion, opening Harry’s arms to her. Geraldine hugs Harry appreciatively. And the Spectre whispers into Geraldine’s ear, but Harry cannot hear it from his place above them. He watches Geraldine stiffen, and then look at Harry disapprovingly. Harry puts his non-existent hand to his nonexistent face in wonder.

Geraldine steps away from Harry, trying to smile, “Harry, we can’t. I still have more meetings to go to, maybe later, you cad,” that gorgeous smile of hers ringing through. Harry melted from above, he really loved that lady. The Spectre must have said something graphic, he wished he knew what it was.

Geraldine took Harry by the hand and led him to lunch. Geraldine watched as Harry looked at the food with such eagerness, and watched everyone around them, eating slowly and savoring bites. “Harry, are you sure you are alright?” Geraldine asked.

The Spectre looked at her, “yeah, yes, I think the fresh air made me, more hungry”, he responded. Harry could hear that from above and realized that the Spectre must have been without a vessel for sometime and was now reveling in being able to do human things again.

Harry thought to himself, “I guess that is kind of sweet, although disrespectful to take someone’s body like this.”

The group finished lunch, Geraldine gave Harry a brisk kiss, and then headed for a conference room. The Specter, putting her hand in Harry’s pocket found a key card, looked at it puzzled and decided to wander around the hotel a bit. Harry floating above her/him, them, tried to think how to get them to talk to him. How could he communicate to them. Could he lure them to a mirror or a room or something?

“Think, Harry think. There has got to be a way to get their attention”

The Spectre looked up at the ceiling then, locking eyes with Harry, and grinning devilishly, the eyes shifting again to black. Harry shuddered, knowingly. The Spectre found a staircase and walked up it, opening doors and walking through corridors calmly. Harry of course followed without preamble. Harry tried to think if there was a way to talk to it through his mind, presuming that his body still had some grasp of that. Figuring it was the thought that brought about the response, he was hopeful, and told the Spectre to use the card to get into the room down the hall. Harry noticed they were on the correct floor for his and Geraldine’s room.

The Spectre nodded and removed the key card from Harry’s pants pocket, Harry though hard to indicate to hold it up along the door handle. The door clicked and the Spectre turned the handle slowly, entering the room. The Spectre looked around, as if expecting to see someone else in there. Harry kind of chagrinned, the Spectre set the key card down on the dresser and stood facing the mirror. Harry was hovering above it, and somehow, he felt the ability to just shift down to the floor, near it at least.

(part 2 in the new week)

Taglist: @scariusaquarius

@enchantzz @sweetestgbye @middleearthpixie @legolasbadass @lathalea @riepu10 @evenstaredits @amylupotter

#fanfiction #richard armitage #lyn's writing event 2024 #ghosts #native american #native #indigenous #indigenous peoples #haunting #out of body #souls #harry kennedy #vicar of dibley

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larissa-the-scribe · 4 months

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I'd love to hear about First Meetings and The Witch in the Woods from that WIP ask game!!

Thanks for the ask! (from this ask game)

First Meetings:

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The first part of the scene is actually already up on tumblr! You can find that >>here. It's (currently) the opening scene for Fallen Breath, a story about a Lawful Good(tm) detective and a probably insane sailor lady investigating the supernatural curse that's sweeping through Santa Juliana. The idea already existed but it got solidified and made A Thing by Inklings Challenge 2022.

So this scene would be the first time they met, and also the hook for the mystery (Julia has info and she wants Crispin's help because he's not affiliated with the Detective's Guild, unlike most private investigators).

Snippet (this is from the document, after the scene on tumblr):

The day drew to a close, the black darkness of night smothering everything until the streetlights struggled to stay alight. Further toward the middle of Santa Juliana, loud peals from the belltower marked the time. 1800hs. Crispin shrugged. Maybe she’d had to stay overnight in the hospital. Turning up the collar of his coat and shoving his hat over his mop of red-gold curls—wondering wistfully if maybe the darkness meant it’d be socially acceptable to not wear a hat—he went out to call a cab for Ms. Hallifax, then began locking up. It didn’t take long. For all that the monstrous and skeletal building of bronze and glass was large and sprawling, there weren’t many rooms and, consequently, not many doors. Most of them were on the second story, anyway, and there were only two stairways to that. Clicking the locking mechanism closed and shoving the fold-key into his pocket, he thought for the twentieth time that week that it was time he got to cleaning the multitude of windows. Sometimes he regretted not having thought about that when he bought the place. Maybe that had been why it was so cheap; either that or the fact that it was constantly falling apart.

The Witch in the Woods:

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This is a slightly different kind of project, since it's an AU of my ocs, but also it's canon. It gets complicated but (spoilers) basically a thing happens where reality gets fragmented and as a result a bunch of AUs happen with different versions of and different storylines for the four core Rifters (Kathryn, Benn, Lyn, and Zo).

In this AU, the "Assassin AU," it takes place in a more medieval fantasy setting. Benn and Kathryn didn't come in and shut down the assassin program run by the government (well, its equivalent in this world), so Zo is never rescued out of that. Benn has disappeared, Kathryn is hiding in the woods because she's become bitter, and Lyn never gets friends who care about her and take care of her, so she's just fully letting the depression win.

The story for this timeline gets kickstarted when Zo is sent to assassinate Lyn (who, in every universe, knows far too much), and for the first time comes face to face with someone who *wants* him to kill them. This is too weird and intriguing and Wrong, so he refuses to kill her (to her frustration). Instead, he goes rogue and starts figuring out why she's supposed to be dead, dragging her along for the ride until she learns that life is worth living, and he learns to have a moral compass. They also meet Kathryn and Benn along the way :)

This scene takes place when Zo goes back to his "guild," expecting to find help after his clients double-crossed him, only to find out that, no, yeah, his guild also wants Lyn to be dead. His mentor tries to make it a lesson in "don't get attached to people--you're an assassin so you're supposed to be Smarter Than That," but Zo has gotten a Friend now and doesn't fall for it. They make it out, barely, but Lyn is mortally wounded, and they need help, now. So there's this borderline eldritch witch in the nearby woods that his guild has always feared and avoided, but like, he's left them, so, uh, maybe it could be a good idea to ask her for help.

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“Go.” Lyn waved a weak hand at him. “I’ll be here when you get back.” He set his jaw, curling his fingers around one of his knives, and set out deeper into the woods. It was darker, more silent than ever, the tree trunks crowded closer, the roots more knobbed and scattered under foot, making walking more difficult and uncomfortable. But he wasn’t going far, anyway. He unsheathed the oak-wood dagger he’d swiped on his way out of the castle--polished, worn, carved with letters he couldn’t read. He knew what they said, though. It was the title of the person he was summoning, and he remembered it clearly; it had been the day Julian had told him to never go into the woods. Fitting, then, that it'd be one of the first places he went after cutting ties. On one hand, the fact that he had stolen a magic artifact from the castle meant that [people from the castle] would definitely be after him, but on the other, it wasn’t like they were going leave him or Lyn alone anyway. He hadn’t told Lyn what he was planning to do, and unease churned in his gut. No matter which legend held truth, this was probably a stupid move. It wasn’t like he had anything to offer in return, and he was the last person who’d be able to appeal to someone’s humanity. Not that he’d really tried yet, but there was also the doubt as to whether or not whatever was here was human. This was a fool’s hope, certainly. But desperation had certainly made a fool of him.

(and one more because I couldn't resist)

The girl tilted her head, cloak fluttering about her in a wind he didn’t feel. “And why do you think I will do what you ask? Last I heard, the rumors were that I was a monster.” “Because those aren’t the only legends, are they?” He hoped Lyn was right. “At least that’s what she believes. That the old tales of a being who traveled throughout the land, in this region specifically, and gave aid to those who needed it.” “Oh?” Her eyes narrowed. “Why is that me?” “I… don’t know exactly.” He bit back his growing frustration with an effort. “Something about the legends ceasing around the time you showed up here, or some of the characteristics being the same. It’s not really my area of expertise.” “No, it wouldn’t be,” she said thoughtfully. She didn't sound judgmental, but, considering her earlier vague remarks about “Castle people,” Zo felt his efforts to check his irritation failing rapidly. “So what are you going to do?” Zo asked. “Avoid history repeating itself,” she said. The cloak fluttered a little more, and she vanished.

#this got SO LONG I'm sorry asdfasd #I wasn't sure how to summarize the AU thing succinctly #thanks for the ask!#ask game #scribe answers #crispin o'callner #zo #tamaki nozomu #lyn #evelyn vordur #the santa juliana files #rifters series 3 #rifters au #assassin au

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gargoylegirlcock · 1 year

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Hey when you say "ask me about my bats" does that means there's *more* than one? 👀

THERE IS... my little funny species i call Chromagoyles (open! not closed! i still gotta write up a species sheet but i would LOVE to see ppl make one!!)

there's Lyn (she/her), of course, barista and discreet safehouse manager for victims of abusers

Camazotz, (it/they/he) bastard extraordinaire, bringer of undeath and general menace

Vic, (he/him) mercenary and close friend of Lyn who helps "take care" of said abusers

and then two AU forms of my sonas, new and old, though neither are truly canonical chromagoyles. (the jijo one could technically work! but they are non-canon)

the only "rules" for chromagoyles are really that they should follow a single hue or in a close range in fur color, have back mounted wings, a bat like anthro face, and horns of any crystal or metal. hair, eye, and horn color don't need to follow the same hue range as the main fur but generally you won't find multiple colors of markings on the body. OTHERWISE, i'm not that picky on other traits, though most chromagoyles have a larger bodytype.

(artists should be watermarked or linked in the image itself)

#my ocs #lyn #zotz #vic #jijo #crowsona #chromagoyle #gargoyle

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heroesvow · 3 months

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SHIPPING BIAS ( for those interested. Just ships that hold a special place in my heart for certain characters. ) if a certain ship isn't on here don't fear! ask about it.

AISHA SHEPARD. ( lesbian ) ships: ashley, tali, liara, miranda

ARCHIE. ( pansexual ) ships: matt

ALISTAIR. ( bisexual ) ships: warden, carver, bethany, cullen, isabela note: i will not write alistair / queen cousland, romantically. he dumps her no matter what when he becomes king because being manipulated isn't fun. force him to become king? get dumped.

BASTILA. ( pansexual ) ships: revan

CARVER. ( pansexual ) ships: alistair, merrill

CHLOE FRAZER. ( bisexual ) ships: nadine

CHROM. ( bisexual ) ships: sumia, robin, cordelia, cherche, frederick, stahl

CID. ( pansexual ) ships: clive

CLIVE. ships: jill, cid

DANSE. ( pansexual ) ships: sole survivor

DIAMANT. ( bisexual ) ships: ivy, amber

DOROTHEA. ( bisexual ) ships: petra, edelgard, sylvain, claude

HAWKE ( EREN ). ( gay ) ships: fenris

HAWKE ( ERIS ). ( lesbian ) ships: isabela, merrill

EZIO AUDITORE. ( bisexual ) ships: sofia, leonardo, la volpe

GAREN CROWNGUARD. ( bisexual ) ships: katarina, darius, jarvan, taric

HECTOR. ( bisexual ) ships: lyn, eliwood

IKE. ( gay ) ships: ranulf, boyd

ISABELA. ( bisexual ) ships: hawke, merrill, leliana, alistair, zevran

JACOB FRYE. ( bisexual ) ships: none thus far

JAINA TREVELYAN. ( bisexual ) ships: leliana, josephine, cullen, blackwall

JAYCE TALLIS. ( bisexual ) ships: mel, viktor

JOHN SHEPARD. ( bisexual ) ships: kaidan, miranda, tali, james, joker

JOHNNY CAGE. ( pansexual ) ships: kenshi, sonya

KAIDAN. ( bisexual ) ships: shepard, miranda, joker, tali

KITANA. ( bisexual ) ships: jade, liu kang, anyone except her relatives tbh

KENSHI. ( bisexual ) ships: so many, love johnny though!

LUXORD. ( bisexual ) ships: none thus far

MALCOLM GRAVES. ( gay ) ships: twisted fate

MICAIAH. ( bisexual ) ships: ??? note: i will not ship micaiah romantically with sothe.

MIRANDA. ( bisexual ) ships: shepard, jack, kaidan, tali

NATE. ( pansexual ) ships: elena and harry

NEPHENEE. ( lesbian ) ships: heather, mia, ilyana

NIKOLAI. ( gay ) ships: dorian, bull, krem, cullen, blackwall

SABER. ( bisexual ) ships: none thus far

SARAH FORTUNE. ( bisexual ) ships: none thus far

SILAS. ( bisexual ) ships: ???

SCOTT. ( bisexual ) ships: rafael, pablo, farmer, alice, suki, eva, macy, mark, kenny

STEFAN. ( gay ) ships: reyes, gil, liam, jaal, drack

TAROT. ( pansexual ) ships: morrigan, leliana, alistair, zevran

TIFA. ( bisexual ) ships: aerith

VESEMIR. ( bisexual ) ships: none thus far

XANDER. ( bisexual ) ships: silas, ryoma, kagero

#ship bias.

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fanficrocks · 4 months

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Cardinal Points - fanfic finally completed!

@chrumblr-whumblr May whump challenge day 29.

Chapter 4: Epilogue - The said and the unsaid.

Robbie settled down at the table overlooking the river and watched James get in the pints. Unusually for him, the lad had a light lager rather than the dark ale they both typically favoured. Seating himself, James raised his glass in a toast.

“To your travels.”

“Haven’t gone yet.”

“It’s alright. You can admit it.”

“Admit what?”

“That you are going to miss me very, very, very much.”

“As if!.......... You made up with your sister yet?”

“The peace process has begun. We are spending the weekend at a retreat in Ilchester Abbey.”

“A retreat? To get in her good books? What if she doesn’t like it? She’ll do her nut.”

“No, she won’t. It is a silent one.”

Shaking his head at the facetious sod, Robbie took a sip of his ale and let his eyes rest on the gently lapping water as the peace of the long summer afternoon sank in. They had just cleared their latest case, and Moody seemed to have gotten off James’ back - at least to the extent of accepting that the younger man would do just fine in Robbie’s absence. Smiling at the thought, Robbie let his gaze wander back, only to see the subject of his mental soliloquy frowning intently in a way that presaged some loaded revelation.

“How do you do it?”

“Do what?”

“Forgive me no matter what I throw at you? And accept me regardless. Don’t pretend like you don’t understand… I ran away without a word, then did my best to freeze you out upon my return. And I was an absolute beast on and off when Innocent brought you back as consultant. To add insult to injury, I had told you nothing about my family; yet ever since you learnt of their existence, you have done your best to help me connect with them, to make peace and to understand. Why?”

Robbie listened to the sudden rush of words and realised just how hard it must have been for James to come to the sticking point and say all this out loud. And while he knew the answer in his heart, it would not do to respond too quickly, lest James assume his answer was glib rather than heartfelt. As with everything else, he had to let James find his own way to the right conclusion.

“How long have we known each-other, James? Going on 9 years now, I reckon?”

“Yeah…”

“And in all that time, I can count my true intimates on the fingers of one hand - Lyn, Mark, Laura, yourself. My family, some by birth and some I found. My four cardinal points…. Why would I not care and do my best to smooth your way when I can?”

“Well, Laura is the second great love of your life. And Lyn and Mark are your children. So all that makes sense. But where do I fit?”

“Best mate, much younger brother, surrogate son or nephew. Take your pick. And whatever you choose, I hope you realise that you have a right to my attention and care, and to tell me off when needed, just as much as the rest of my family do. And that you will at some point find yourself able to ask me for whatever you need… or want from me.”

They both fell silent then for a little while, before James shook his head, as though faced with something he could not really believe. Robbie looked across at him, wondering just what it would take to convince that doubting bugger.

“We don’t need to label the relationship, daft lad. It just is. As you seemed to realise in the hospital last year.”

“I realised it? In the hospital? But I…”

“Oh, I am not talking about the afternoon just before I was discharged when you stopped in for what - 3 minutes - before you rushed away citing work. And spent most of that time hiding behind the unlikely spectacle of Innocent rocking Andy. No, I mean what you said that night when you stole in on your own… that I love you in my own way.”

“I said that, yes. But, but you…”

“But I was unconscious and barely alive? Yeah. Could still see and hear though, even if I don’t know with what senses exactly.”

“You mean you had an out-of-body experience when you were so near death?”

“I don’t have your way with words or your book-learning, lad. All I know is that something - call it my mind or my spirit or whatever you wish - was hovering in that hospital room, watching and listening to all of you.

And when the summons came for me to decide whether to stay and fight back to life, or to just let go… well, the first time, I couldn’t make a decision - for there was a void where my fourth cardinal point should have been. Later, after you had spoken to me, it just reiterated everything I had gathered from the kids and from Laura. Even from Jean. That it was not my time yet, that too many people cared, and that I should not give up.”

“That is… remarkable. That you remember so vividly. And there was no way any of the medical staff could have told you I had been there - I chose my moment carefully when the only one around was a nurse on her last day of duty at the JR before she moved overseas.”

“Hmmm. Trust you to always take the hard way. And I am sorry, lad. I tried so very hard to respond to you in some way, particularly when I felt your tears and the tremble of your lips against my wrist. But I just couldn’t… the will was there but the flesh would not cooperate.”

James went scarlet at this, and for a moment, Robbie was afraid that he had gone too far and embarrassed his awkward sod past reclaim - perhaps driven him away for all time.

But after a long draught of his lager, James looked up and met his eyes, all screens gone for once. He did not speak, but then Robbie did not expect him to… after all, their most weighty and poignant exchanges were often unspoken. And James’ brimming eyes and shy smile, so different from the wry and sarcastic grin he usually affected, said more than the finest speech could as he raised his glass to Robbie once more.

—Fin—

#itv lewis #robbie lewis #james hathaway #fanfic #kevin whately #May whump challenge #day 29 Infection

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remembertheplunge · 4 months

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An evening at Pillars

An evening at Pillars October 1986

October 11, 1986 Saturday

Mark and Steve are here visiting. We went to Pillars last night. Mark, Steve Sam, Harry and myself. It was pleasant and informative. We heard this great singer-philosopher Lyn Lavner. She was part of the Leather and Lace tour. I bought two of her cassett tapes, autographed and she sealed them with a kiss! Dig through your tape collection, pull them out and come back with me to this place in space and time — October 11,1986.

I’m at Weatherstone’s Coffee House. I told everyone that I must go. I need my self time.

I read last evening (really late last night) from some of my old diary entries. Mark said “Ahhhh, a book in the making. You are the only person I know who has kept a diary so many years…over 9 years.” I read last night to them from my 1977��78 journal, and they truly were interested. Large amounts of supplementary thoughts flow from old mental vaults. We laughed and filled in the blanks. In 1977 to 78, as the spirit fire was beginning to become visible to me, whole months of time passed without a word. They asked last evening “How do you do it? Write so often?” I said “I must. I’ can’t do otherwise.”

End of entries

Notes: 5/19/2024

Pillars was a professional gay men’s organization in Sacramento California. I met Mark in Law school in 1978. He later met Steve who became his gay partner. Sam was a friend of Mark’s who I met through Mark. Sam and I became friends as well. Sam later died of Aids. I believe that Harry was Sam’s boyfriend, but, I’m not sure . Lyn Lavener sang songs at the Pillar’s meeting . One of them was the song “ Such Fine Young Men” which was about men she had known who had died of Aids. If you google” Songs by Lyn Lavener” you can listen to the song.

Weatherstones is a Coffee House in Sacramento California on 21st Street now called Old Soul. I used to write there a lot when I lived in Sacramento 1986–1987. When I am passing through town now, I still do. By 1986, I was writing in my journal pretty much daily and that habit has continued to today. I still have to write.

#journaling #writing #An Evening at Pillars a professional gay mens organization 1986 Sacramento California #sharing journal entries with friends #10/11/1986 #Lyn Lavener singer and comedian 1986 #Her song “Such Fine Young Men”#the strong desire to write #journaling for many years #gay history #gay relationship #gay #aids #gay friendships

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that-kenlee-guy · 1 year

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His vision blurs as he struggles to fathom what happened, an intense pounding caresses his head, mimicking the rhythm of his beating heart as he took a look around. Nothing, just an open space with no voices, not even snarling from the infected. His clothes were slightly damped, meaning he was wet before the sun's heat were drying his clothes. Signifying that he was unconscious for a while, but how long was "a while"?

"(Ellis? Coach? Rochelle? Nick? Sis?)" He called out in his mind, but not a single one to be found

Just when he began to worry about his situation, a scarred hand offered some assistance. It belong to a burly red-haired man who seems too nice at first glance. His shirt was covered in blood and his arms covered in more scars, showing he has been fighting the infected for a while now. Not wanting to be rude and make a fresh enemy, Lyn took the kind gesture and let the man help him up. Unfortunately, it was short-lived. As soon he was on his feet, he fell back down to his knees.

"Careful, I reckon you must still be very exhausted...from whatever you did." He said with a hearty voice drowned in a thick southern accent, but all Lyn do is sigh. He needed some answers quickly so he could come up with a plan since now he's alone. But as soon as he reach for his chest, the toy computer was gone. He sucked his teeth and averted his eyes before bringing to the burly man.

"(Well, here goes...)" He thought to himself.

Lyn signed with his hands and pointed at his throat, asking the man if he happens to know ASL as he is mute. But all the man gave was a sharp confused expression. Lyn didn't expect any other answer, ASL isn't a popular or mandatory language to learn as the chances of needing it in everyday occurrences are slim.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what ya trying to say." He apologized, but it wasn't needed. Lyn took no offense to it, but now there was a problem. But fortunately, an answer came right to him. The man pulled out a toy computer covered with mud and water and handed it to him.

"It was a little ways up when I was walking, I don't know how something like that even get out in the open, but I'm betting this is yours?" He asked. Lyn smiled and nodded, he took the toy and began to clean it off, checking to see if it still worked and it seem it's does...kinda. but as Lyn cleans it, he looked at the man again, why does he feels familiar? This is clearly the first time he met him, but yet it's almost like he knew him, then it hit Lyn. Thick red hair with heavy bangs to cover his hard to see "i'm a moron" tattoo on his forehand. Bright emerald green eyes, burn marks on his left cheek stretching down his neck. Lyn checked one more thing before calling out the name he's guessing, he reached to his right pants leg and lifted it up to find a prosethic. He smiled as he typed a name in the toy and a name came out.

"KEITH!" Was called out in the distorted toy voice. Keith stared like a like a deer in headlights as a shocked and concerning expression riddled his face.

"You know my name? How?" He so curiously asked. He wasn't exactly Mr. Famous, but to meet someone who knows him is quite a shock, especially in a apocalypse. Lyn gave a good smack on the toy computer before typing another name.

"ELLIS!" The toy distorted voice said next.

Keith body froze, then suddenly overcame with joy. Relieved to find out he's still alive since he last seen him take off in the helicopter that came for them at the concert stage

"YES, YES! HE'S OK! Thank fuck, I thought something happened to him. So, you were with him?"

"YES-ME-AND-MY-SISTER-WERE-PART-OF-HIS-GROUP!"

"Ok, so he's with others and if you made it this far then he's safe for now."

"MY-SISTER-IS-MILITARY-SHE-WILL-KEEP-HIM-SAFE. THE-OTHERS-ARE-JUST-AS-RELIABLE-TOO!" Lyn added

"Pfffts, it's the other way around. Ellis is a superman, he's keeping them safe! Of course I'm a tinnnnnny bit better than him." Keith boasted despite forgetting he expressed genuine concern moments ago.

A giggle left Lyn's mouth. Keith was everything Ellis described him to be. A large goofball with a fiery personality, he can be a grand time to be around well also ready to defend anyone who needs it. A bleeding heart like that could get him killed, but luck seems to be on this man's side it seems. It's almost if he's just a clone of Ellis. No, calling Keith a clone would be an insult, he's definitely unique in his own way and for that, Lyn knew he was a dependable ally.

"KEITH-WHERE-AM-I?"

"The better question that should be asked is what happened to you? No one just shows up unconscious in the middle of nowhere." He brought up and he was right. If Keith is going to be any help, he needs to know what happened. Lyn rubbed his head to quell his headache so he could remember what happened.

"THERE-WAS-LOTS-OF-RAIN. TERRIBLE-STORM-GOING-ON. STREETS-WERE-FLOODED-TO-AN-UNBELIEVABLE-LEVEL-ALMOST-UNREALISTIC."

"Oh?"

"WE-WERE-ESCAPING-BY-BOAT-BUT-WATER-LEVELS-WERE-TOO-HIGH. THE-STORM-RIPPLED-THE-WATER-TOO-MUCH-AND-I-FELL-OFF. LAST-THING-I-SAW-WAS-ELLIS-AND-MY-SISTER-TRYING-TO-SAVE-ME-BUT--COULDN’T." He told him. He then gave the location of the place and watched as Keith's face became concerned.

"I hate to tell you this...um..."

"LYN!"

"Lyn, I hate yo tell you this but...you are far from that place you were last at. I don't know how, but you was brought upwards. You're hundreds of miles from your location..." Keith answered. Hundreds of miles away?! How could a flood even do thag?! How was Lyn even alive?! He was stomped. He doesn't know where to go, his group is out of reach and it seems like his weapons are gone too.

Keith could easily see that Lyn was lost, and with such a bleeding heart, he broke the silence and asked if he was ok.

"NOT-REALLY. I-DON'T-KNOW-THIS-PLACE-NOR-KNOW-HOW-TO-REACH-NEW-ORLEANS!" He said, but Keith eyes lit up.

"You're going down there too?!"

"WE-ALL-WERE-GOING-DOWN-THERE-TO-GET-SOME-ANSWERS-AND-PROPER-SHELTER-FOR-A-BIT." He said.

Within that instant, Keith took hard of Lyn's hand, widening his eyes and displaying a goofy smile that caused one to appear on Lyn

"If that's the case, come with me! I'm going down there too and you already know me! Ellis is waiting for both of us, so let's hit him like a truck and both show up. He's gonna be all like "whaaaa" and we'll be like "that's right, bitch! We're alive!" Then we tell them of all the cool stuff we did, taking on millions and millions of zombies and-"

Keith kept talking on and on, making up wild ideas for stories to tell once they reunite with the others.

"OK-WE-STICK-TOGETHER! LEAD-THE-WAY-KEITH!"

"Ok, we going to keep going down this way and hopefully find something that works. But let me tell you the story of the time when me and Ellis both were-"

"LET'S-SAVE-IT-WHEN-WE'RE-IN-A-SAFE-PLACE"

Big thank you for @sheepkebby for letting me use you Keith HC. And thanks to my dear friend @retrodisaster for drawing these for me ♥️

#you both rock my socks!#l4d2 oc #Keith

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