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Rangers, Lead The Way - Chapter 2 - Jay and Hana

written by @anotheronechicagobog

warnings: swearing, cannon typical violence, jealousy, abandonment

When Jay had gotten a call from Kenny at three-thirty in the morning he didn't exactly know what to expect. Sure, he could have called because someone died, but he could've also called because he wanted to debate the pronunciation of 'avocado' (something he'd already done twice). So when Kenny's name flashed across his phone screen he just took a deep breath and went to the hallway, leaving a sleeping Hailey alone in bed. "Halstead."

"Hana got shot."

"What? Hana? Your Hana?"

"Yeah- it was a fugitive. She- she's fine. Shot in the foot. She was on leave for a bit, stayed with her parents, but now she's on desk duty. She was going to be with us, but apparently, she was helping the cyber division track some hackers, and they're connected to an organized crime group in Chicago. And she's going to be working with the unit that's been conducting the investigation into that organization. Your unit."

"Yeah, we were told that an FBI cyber analyst was coming down to work with us but they didn't tell us who. Okay, well, she'll be perfectly safe. Our tech room is in the basement with secure entrances, and I'll see if I can get either myself or Hailey assigned to work with her."

"Thanks man, you have no idea how much this means to me."

"Actually I do, remember?"

"Yeah, any advice on how to get through it?"

"I'm not gonna lie, it's gonna be hell, but you'll just have to hang in there and trust me."

"Okay."

"... So I'll finally get to meet Hana..."

"Yeah, I'm hanging up now. Bye."

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"Everyone, meet special agent Hana Gibson from the FBI. She's the tech specialist here to help us out with the Anderson family. Play nice." After his... Enthusiastic introduction, Voight walked back into his office and shut the door. "Hi, I'm detective Jay Halstead and this is my partner Detective Hailey Upton, it's nice to meet you. I can show you where you'll be working if you want?"

"That would be great." Jay moved to the desk by the stairs. "Okay, this desk is just like ours, older than our boss and with a PC on it. The tech room is downstairs, this is mostly for basic searches and so that the tech expert can be with the group when we debrief and work the board and the like. The stairs over here take you down to the garage which is where the tech room is. The stairs are old so they creak a lot but don't worry, they're perfectly safe."

"Sorry to interrupt, but is that a cage?"

"Yes, but don't worry, we don't use it. It's from the old guard, you know, when cops were assaulting people for no reason and no one would say anything. At least now people are talking about it."

"I sense a 'but'."

"But... I wish that cops who were still like that actually got arrested, or never made it out of the academy."

"You and me both."

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"Okay, so the Anderson family has been selling legit products online but then stealing and selling the credit card info, they've been covering their tracks pretty well up until now. That means that something changed. What that is could be key to catching all, and I mean all, of them. Work your CI's, talk to victims, flip some people. Figure out what it is." The team nodded and turned to their partners to figure out their next move.

"Should we head out to Cook County? There's an inmate there connected to the Anderson's, right? Maybe they could give us something."

"Actually, I was thinking maybe I could head out there with Ruzek and you could stay with Gibson because you found their online pattern and figured out which products and websites were theirs. Maybe you two could find more together."

"Sure, that sounds okay but, we're good, right?"

"Of course we are, we'll always be good. I just think this will be best for the case, plus you have the most experience working with the FBI, and her being here has put Voight on edge which has put everyone else on edge."

"Good point, I'll see you later." His eyes followed her until he couldn't see her anymore and he let out a breath, it was different this time. Last time, when Hailey hadn't been here, OA had kept an eye on her but his partner wasn't there so that made it a bit easier, but Hailey was here and now so was Hana. It would take some finessing to have both of their backs but he figured if they were in the same place it would be a little easier. "Halstead? You ready to head out?"

"Yeah, let's go."

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Cook County was as unpleasant as always. Angry convicts yelling at them through their cells that they wanted to slit his throat. Lovely. But that wasn't what got to him. Leonard Mitchell, the man they were there to see, wouldn't say anything helpful. He wasn't even threatening them or insulting them, he was just asking "where the smoking blonde from last time was". It was taking an enormous amount of restraint to keep him from jumping across the table and tackling the guy. "You're here for hacking the Chicago Municipal Courts website and unsealing confidential information. You're in the high-security ward and have more restricted access to places in the prison than most inmates. You don't have much going for you, maybe if you give us some information we can help you out."

"That's a joke, I'm not saying anything to either of you. Now that blonde, get her to show up for a conjugal visit, then maybe I'll consider it."

"Okay! So, we're done talking, we're going to search your cell and work station now, and you know what, because you have been so unpleasant to deal with today, we're also going to search the cells and workstations near you. Have fun explaining to your neighbours why their contraband got carted off by Chicago PD." Jay marched out of the interrogation room before he lost his cool even more than he already had. He gestured for the warden to get some guards together to start the search. He took a deep breath to try and calm down. "Hey Halstead, are you okay? I mean, what he said about Upton..."

"I'm fine. I don't like hearing anyone talk about my partner that way, but I'm fine."

"Really? Cause the stuff he said was pretty..."

"She's back at the station with Gibson in probably the most secure room there, far, far away from that perv. And if she's okay, I'm okay."

"You should ask her out. I mean, I know it might be weird considering I'm her ex, but you're so far gone on her it's ridiculous and I think that you'd make a cute couple. Think about it, man"

"Uh, yeah. I'll think about it, come on, let's go see if the warden's ready for the searches." Jay's heart was pounding and he felt like he'd just jumped out of the way of a moving train. Nobody knew about them yet, but they were all criminal investigators surely they'd picked up that at least something was different.

They searched Mitchell's room and found a burner phone... Behind his toilet. "Man, I am so glad I don't have to touch that thing. That's Upton and Gibson's job."

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"So I have good news and I have bad news. The good news is, we found a cell phone. The bad news is, it was behind his toilet."

"How lovely."

"Well, you can thank Leonard Mitchell for that. Hey, how's it been working with Gibson?"

"Why?"

"What do you mean?"

"You seem really interested in her, that's all. Do I need to be worried?"

"No, I just want to make sure that she feels welcome and won't give us a bad review to the FBI."

"I know what you look like when you're lying, Jay."

"Hailey..."

"Just... Go back upstairs, Jay."

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"How's everything going?"

"Other than the fact that I'm in the doghouse, good."

"What'd you do?"

"I was a little too protective of Hana, I guess. Hailey picked up on it and I couldn't exactly explain without blowing our cover."

"That sucks, man. I'm sorry but honestly, it sounds like you were gonna end up sleeping on the couch either way."

"Yeah, how are you? You holding up alright with Hana gone?"

"No. You were right, this is hell. I keep looking around to make sure she's covered or to offer to get her that terrible coffee she likes and then she's not there and it feels like whiplash." Jay could practically feel himself sharing the weight on Kenny's shoulders. "It doesn't get any easier, it actually gets a lot harder, but she won't be here forever. She'll be home soon and you'll be able to breathe again."

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Hailey was still giving him the cold shoulder when he went around to take lunch orders. She was curt "my usual" before turning back to her computer screen and completely ignoring him. He did what he could to not let the pang in his chest play out on his face but from the way Hana looked at him it was obvious, he'd failed. "What about you Gibson? Do you need a copy of their menu?"

"No, that's okay, I looked it up. I'll get the spicy shrimp pad thai."

"You got it." He was about to leave when Hana gestured for him to lean down close to her. "Just apologize for whatever you did, it'll go a long way. She's been off since you dropped off the cell phone." He wanted to say something, explain that he was just caught between a rock and a hard place, but the words were trapped in his throat. Hana sent him a I-know-what-I'm-talking-about-if-you-don't-listen-to-me-you're-probably-going-to-regret-it look and all he could do was allow his shoulders to slump and nod.

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The intense silence of the bullpen was interrupted by Hailey entering behind Hana, who looked incredibly confident on her crutches. "We got something off of the phone." Hailey moved to the board with some papers as Hana plopped down into the office chair at her temporary desk. "It took a while to crack some of the files but I got it. They're transactions between an off-shore account and a shell company based out of Arkansas. While the account was set up there, it's been used mostly in New York, Washington DC, and Chicago. The most recent transaction was for 85K."

"Hana and I also found some emails with photos of military-grade weapons. Guns, missiles, and grenades. Mitchell isn't the buyer or the seller, it looks like he's mediating between the two. We don't have an ID on the buyer yet, but we have one on the seller. Lori Anderson, member of the Anderson crime family. Got no idea what they're planning, but the Anderson's were particularly interested in armour-piercing weapons and rocket launchers. And two days ago she asked Mitchell if he could put her in contact with an explosives supplier. We need to talk to organized crime, both from CPD and FBI, this looks bad. There are still files and emails that we have to go through, and his calendar makes no sense it's all in code. It's probably pretty important because he was in prison and couldn't actually go anywhere. We're also still combing through the contraband from the other cells just to make sure none of his neighbours were also involved."

"Alright. Upton, Gibson, good work. Keep at the phone. Atwater and Burgess you two talk to organized crime, see what you can dig up and alert them of our discoveries. Ruzek and Halstead, flip any CIs you've got. We need to get ahead of whatever they're planning."

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They were supposed to be safe. They were supposed to be safe. They were in the precinct, they were surrounded by on-duty cops, there was another detective unit across from Intelligence, Platt was at the front desk, Hank-don't-you-even fucking-dare-Voight was in his office. They were supposed to be safe. But they weren't.

They'd just left one of Adam's CIs twitching in excitement down the street as he counted his money when they got the call over the radio.

"10-1! 10-1! Shots fired at police at 21st district! We're pinned down!" They had a moment of stunned silence together before they hauled ass to Jay's truck and high-tailed it back to the district, sirens blaring and lights flashing. Jay's body was moving on autopilot, which probably wasn't good considering he was speeding in a large vehicle down busy roads, the only thing that was going to calm him down, that would quell and panic and rage bubbling up in was seeing Hailey alive. He would move heaven and earth to make that a reality.

Pulling up at the district he vaguely remembered he had to look out for Hana too, but lord help him, and whoever stood in his way, if he didn't see blonde hair and blue eyes attached to the fiery woman who held his heart.

The lobby reminded Jay of Kandahar, there were bullet holes lining every vertical surface. Blood pooled under the bodies of the injured. He did a quick sweep of the room, finding nothing but injured cops and civilians, none of whom were Hailey or Hana, or the attackers. The door to intelligence hung open, barely attached at the hinges. "They went up to intelligence! Move your asses!" Platt didn't spare them a second glance as she went back to ordering the remaining able-bodied patrol officers around.

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"Kim!"

"I'm okay, I'm okay."

"We're okay too, just so you know."

"Where did they go, Kev? What happened?"

"They went down to the garage-" Jay didn't have it in him to finish listening, he just ran, gun raised. "Hailey! Hana!" It was bad enough that he might lose Hailey, the woman he loved more than anything, but losing Hana too? He wouldn't be able to look Kenny in the eye ever again.

"We're over here!"

"We're okay!"

And then he could breathe again. Oh thank god, she's safe, Hailey's safe. She's mad at me but she's safe... Does my heart always pound this fast when I'm not with her and I'm just noticing now? No, it's probably adrenaline because... I almost lost her. But I didn't. They were tucked into separate corners of the tech office, Hailey, covered in blood that she immediately indicated wasn't hers, was armed with her Glock and Hana armed with her crutches. There were five men in black tactical gear with ski masks lying in various positions on the floor. Four had obvious non-lethal bullet wounds, a courtesy from Hailey, and the fifth was still moving and being hit repeatedly by Hana with one of her crutches. "Stop. Moving. Already. You. Ass!" Jay would've been more impressed if he wasn't still coming down from the adrenaline. "Thank god. You're both okay? Hailey?"

"We're fine."

"Hails-"

"We're fine, just help guide the ambos here, please?"

"...Okay." God, he could feel his heart start to splinter. Less than a minute ago he'd thought that his world had been savagely destroyed, but now... All he wanted was to hold her and it only made him ache more when she pushed him away. He just walked over to the garage door to allow the paramedics easier access, only his footsteps and groans of pain coming from the goons kept the room from being dismally silent.

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"She's completely fine, so before you freak out just know that she's in the exact same shape she arrived here in."

"That is a terrible way to start a phone call Halstead! Was that supposed to calm me down or help in some way? What even happened?"

"The Genna's hired some local weapons enthusiasts the bust into our precinct and steal what we knew about them. They trashed our bulletin board and tried to get to the computers in the tech room but Hailey and Hana whooped their asses. When I got there Hana was actually beating one with one of her crutches. Hana's a badass."

"Damn right she is... But she's okay?"

"She's pissed off, but there's not a scratch on her."

"Good... That's really good."

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"Hailey?" Jay knocked again, using every last thread of hope he had that she'd answer. It didn't matter that she was still upset with him, he just wanted to see her face. She and Hana had been whisked away by the FBI and IA right after the ambulances picked up the hired help. He just wanted to see her for more than thirty seconds, reassure himself that she was okay and that she still loved him. That he could fix everything, that he would at least get to hold her one last time. "Hailey, please open the door." He was only met with soul-crushing silence. "Please."

The relief he felt when the lock turned and the door opened could not be described. "Hana is inside if you want to talk to her."

"I'm here for you, Hails. Please, just... Talk to me. I love you, I love you more than I ever thought possible to love someone and today I found you hunched over, covered in blood. It doesn't matter that the blood didn't end up being yours. I was- I still am- terrified. I could have lost you today and I don't know how to face that. Can I just have a hug, at least, please? I just- I can't-" And then she was wrapping her arms around his waist, her tired gravity pulling him to her. He honestly considered being able to wrap his arms around her in return, and burying his face into her hair a gift from the gods. "I was so glad that you weren't there, because it means you weren't getting shot at, I've had to deal with you getting shot more than enough times, I couldn't deal with it again, Jay. I... I love you too." Jay didn't know how much longer they stayed like that, enveloping each other, but he cherished every second of it. And when they finally parted it was like coming down from an adrenaline high. "Do you want to come in? We were about to order from Bartoli's."

"I would love that."

"Good, cause we've left Hana waiting for a while."

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"So, now I get to have the legendary deep-dish pizza, huh?"

"Yep. Best damn pizza in the world."

"Damn straight."

"You know, I think you two are a little biased."

"You sound like the partner I had while I was in the FBI, OA Zidan, he was always riding me about my opinion on pizza." Jay froze. He could feel himself freeze up. He could feel Hailey and Hana eyeing him in confusion. Shit. "What is it, Jay?"

"Sorry, I just don't like remembering that my partner was away from me for so long, and had another partner in that time period."

"Really, Halstead? You don't need to get all territorial, Hailey clearly doesn't want to be anywhere but with you. Seriously, you should have seen her when the FBI and IA showed up-"

"Hana!"

"What? He's the one who got all stiff when you brought up the FBI"

Phew, they didn't know, thank heavens.

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Everyone was back the next day, ready to keep moving, to catch the people who organized the break-in of their precinct which injured twenty-three and killed four. It was bad enough that they'd tried to bust into Intelligence in the first place, but to hurt innocent people in the process? That was just plain wicked.

Hailey and Hana were working side by side, delving into the cyber goings on of the Genna family, Kim and Kevin were working with the crime lab to analyse the precinct, and Jay and Adam were back to flipping CIs. Jay felt better about where things stood with Hailey, but he was still grumpy that he couldn't be in the temporary bullpen with her today. He knew that she was capable and that she didn't need him to hover, but that didn't make being away from her after she was almost killed any less difficult. They were supposed to be in the most secure place in the precinct, how were any of them supposed to feel safe working in a place that had been breached by mercenaries in only a few minutes? He tried to shake off the worry and fear, but he just couldn't. And it was made worse by the fact that it wasn't only Hailey who had been in danger- Hana was too. And Kenny had already lost so many people that he really didn't know how he would've handled that situation. Having to tell one of his best friends that the woman he was in love with was dead while dealing with the exact same senario.

The second last CI on their list had been dodging them all day, and Jay's sanity was already hanging on by a thread- he did not have the strength or patience to deal with this. So instead of trying to track him down again, he just put out a BOLO and waited until patrol brought him in, kicking and screaming. When he entered the interrogation room Marcus went on a tirade, "what the FUCK, man!", "we had a deal!", "are these handcuffs really necessary?". Jay just stared at him. He didn't have the energy to try and get the guy to shut the fuck up, so he just sat silently across from him, trying to make him as uncomfortable as possible. "... Are you okay, man?"

"No, not really, Marcus. See, I've been calling you all day. I've called up other CIs and they were all okay to meet. But not you. No, you ghosted me and I had to get patrol to drag your ass in here. You still have robbery charges I could lay on you. This is about to get a whole lot worse because I have exactly no patience to deal with any BS right now, but yours especially. So. The Genna family. Tell me everything you know."

And he did. He sang like a damn canary, which Jay attributed to luck, and Adam attributed to Jay looking like he was going to tear the poor bastard limb from limb. Seriously. Adam made a mental note not to piss off Jay, which he subconsciously realizes means that as long as he didn't hurt Hailey he'd be fine. But he didn't have time to dwell on that as Jay exited the interrogation room looking like the leprechaun at the end of the rainbow. "I've gotta get this to the girls, you're not gonna believe what this bastard knew."

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An apartment, down in Canaryville, was occupied by Daniel Anderson's mistress. And she wasn't just his mistress... She was his accountant. She didn't just file his taxes, she managed his money, she knew everything that it was used for and how they got it in the first place. Jay ran to the temporary tech room ready to drop a bomb, only for his fiery girlfriend to beat him to it. "We found out where they got the weapons and ammo! The navy didn't put out a report until they'd finished their investigation, but it's their stuff. It all came from Norfolk, but they were shipping it to Kandahar when they were robbed by a twelve-person team, well-skilled and heavily armed. But look at this surveillance video, where part of the leader's sleeve got torn off."

"That's... That's Daniel Anderson. He's got that tattoo. We can get a warrant with that, but what about this- Daniel has a mistress in an apartment in Canaryville. She's his accountant, she knows everything. And if we can get a warrant with what you found, we can search that apartment too because it's in his name." Hailey smiled that vindicated smile that just lit up her whole face and made her eyes shine with pride. Jay could feel himself mirroring her and he just couldn't look away, finally feeling like they got their groove back, their relationship back. "Hey guys? I'm glad you made up but can you either get to work or get a room? I don't need a front seat to this."

"Oh, admit it Gibson, we're your OTP."

"I admit to nothing, Halstead."

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Honestly, the raid of all of Daniel Anderson's properties, and consequently the collapse of the Anderson crime family, was dismally anti-climactic. They found boat-loads of evidence, Daniel's wife, mistress, and right-hand man all turned on him, and the FBI and NCIS were currently fighting over jurisdiction even though the case was already solved... By the CPD. Truthfully no one minded, because it meant that once they submitted their case notes and raid reports, they were done and might not even have to go to trial, the feds could handle that. While the majority of Intelligence decided to go to the regular watering hole, Hailey and Hana had made other plans and were dragging Jay along for the ride. And it was all going well, until they started talking about roommates. "I like Zadie, but she's gotten annoying now that she's dating my partner. So has he honestly. I mean, who thought that Kenny Crosby, an ex-army ranger would be acting like a thirteen-year-old that was in his first relationship? 'Is that text from Zadie? Is it about me? Were you guys talking about me while you were in the kitchen together this morning?' He was It's... A little exhausting. All he can talk about, is her. And whenever we hang out it always involves her somehow. He won't say it but I know he was a little disappointed when I came back and interrupted their 'love nest." All that Jay was able to gain from that other than the echo of sadness from behind her eyes, was that Crosby was dating someone who was not Hana. Which would be weird if he talked about her constantly on the phone, which he does, have an intimately trusting relationship with her, which he does, and ask one of his old army buddies to keep an eye on her while he can't because he cares about her so much and can't bear to lose her, which he did. So in conclusion; the fact that Kenny is dating someone who is not Hana is weird and will require further investigation.

"So he's constantly asking you about his girlfriend?"

"Well, she is too. But it's more annoying with him because he's my partner, we work together."

"But you live with her."

"It's... It's just different." Jay could see that she was mentally grasping at threads while trying to keep herself from falling into a black hole, this clearly meant much more to her than she was letting on so he decided to drop it. It was good timing too, because Hailey returned to the table with their food. Hair up, with a cute little Greece-themed apron on, ignoring her older brother's teasing from the kitchen. "Σκασε ηλιθιε!" (shut up idiot!)

"Μην μου πεις να σταματήσω, αυτό είναι το εστιατόριο μου!" (Don't tell me to shut up, this is my restaurant!) Jay found himself chucking at the Upton sibling banter. They interacted a lot less than he and Will did, though he supposed part of that was because he and his brother ran into each other through their work fairly often, and it was nice to see them... Happy with one another. Hailey usually looked like a constipated pigeon whenever she talked about her family so it was nice that she had reconciled with at least one sibling. After they were all able to move out, their relationships with each other got much more contentious. Theodore was the middle child and believed that they should quietly encourage their mother to leave their abusive father and just silently support her, Declan was the oldest and quite firmly just didn't care about their parents anymore and wanted nothing to with either of them because one was the abuser and the other was the enabler, while Hailey was the youngest and wanted to drag her father to prison by his ear herself. "Your brother seems like quite the joker."

"Oh, he is. He's always been the comedian in the family, a bit of a cross between SpongeBob and Chandler Bing. When I was seven, Theo put these gummy spiders in random places all over the house. It scared the crap out of my dad when he opened the- a top kitchen cupboard and about twelve of these spiders fell out, scared him even more when Theo grabbed one off the floor and bit into it, I think he ate three in total, one was completely whole, talking about how 'tasty' they were before my dad needed to sit down. It took him longer than he will ever admit to realize that they were just candy."

"Oh, that is good. I used to use some of those YouTube jump scare videos on my parents. I thought it was the funniest thing ever, especially because I used Elmo jump scares. So they'd be freaking out, and I'd just ask them why they were so afraid of a red puppet. My mom still doesn't trust me to show her videos."

"Well, it sounds like you and my brother would get along like fire, you should meet him later. He said he'd join us for dessert." Wait... What? Oh no... I know that look, she's trying to set Hana up with her brother! As much as I'd like Hana to be my sister-in-law, that would preferably be through a different brother.

."That sounds great, I really like Theo. What was that thing we had last time we ate with him and... Her name was Kate, right? Do you know how they're doing? I feel like I haven't heard about her in a long time." Hailey gave him a look. A I-can't-believe-you-just-said-that look. "No, they're not dating anymore. I thought I mentioned that."

"Oops, seriously though, what was that dessert we had with them?"

"That was revani, we can ask if that's what my brother has here today."

"Uh- what is revani, if I may ask, as the only non-Greek and non-Greek-dating person at this table?"

"Ha, of course you can ask Hana. It's a semolina cake, flavoured with lemon and orange zest. It's really good."

"That sounds great, but do you think I'd also be able to order some takeout for tomorrow? I just have a long day of travelling via bus tomorrow and I don't know when I'll get the chance to eat, so I figure having a big breakfast might help with that."

"That sounds like a cool idea. Hailey, why don't we all order some food to go and eat it tomorrow morning together?"

"You mean as like a big Greek breakfast?"

"Yeah."

"I wasn't thinking that initially but I'm glad Jay did, it sounds great."

"Alright, yeah, let's do it. I'll go talk to Theo and order somethings that reheat well." Hailey left them with a smile to go bother her brother in the kitchen, their discussion in Greek filling the restaurant with jokes and quips only a few present were able to understand, forging smiles on the faces of strangers as they listened to the voices in the kitchen. Hana looked apprehensive, and he doubted it was about the long bus inter-state bus ride. "Hana, I'm sure that your partner missed you, maybe he didn't say it, maybe he needed a distraction, but he missed you."

"How do you know? You don't even know him." If only you knew.

"Trust me on this."

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"You fucking idiot." Jay was trying to keep his voice down so that he didn't wake Hailey, who was asleep in her bed (where he wanted to be), or Hana who was asleep in the guest bedroom. As much as he loved her with his entire being, Jay had to admit that Hailey was a fucking demon if you woke her up without 'just cause'.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me Crosby!"

"What the hell Halstead?!"

"You called me at three-thirty in the morning, worried out of your mind about Hana, asking me to keep an eye on her, to protect her, all while you're dating someone who isn't her!"

"Oh, yeah, I'm dating her roommate-"

"Zadie. I know. Why do you think I called you to yell at you at two in the morning?"

"Hey, back up man. I don't know what you think you're talking about, but just because I'm dating Zadie doesn't mean that I don't care about Hana. There is very little I wouldn't do to keep her safe... If I could even do it."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"I... I was right there. I should have been able to help her. So, so why couldn't I help her? Huh? She is so important to me, okay? I don't even know how to describe it."

"Try."

"She... My mom told me that to make a woman fall in love with me I had to make her laugh, but every time she laughs I'm the one who falls more and more in love. She is astonishingly intelligent and I have never been more glad to feel like a complete and utter fool just by standing in someone's presence. If I had to crawl to hell and be tortured by the devil himself to keep her safe, I'd do it. I have never felt as wholly accepted by anyone else in my life, she has found ways to motivate me to climb out of my own grave on my darkest days. Every time a look at her, I see a glowing, deliriously happy future that I know I don't deserve." Heavy silence bore on both sides of the phone, dragging Kenny deeper into the dark crack in his chest, and delivering Jay an epiphany.

"... Have you ever thought that maybe it's about what she deserves?"

"Hm?"

"Listen, man, not everything is about you. This is about her. You just said you would let the devil tear you apart to keep her safe, and yeah maybe you don't deserve her, but she deserves you. She deserves someone who would do whatever it takes to make her laugh and keep her safe at whatever the cost all in the same day, and it sounds like that's you."

"Jay..."

"Just think about it man. And while you're at it, stop neglecting Hana, okay?"

"What?"

"You constantly talk about Zadie, you always involve her somehow when you're hanging out with Hana, and Hana's been getting the vibe that you're upset she came home and disrupted the little bubble you had going on with Zadie."

"She told you that?"

"Me and Hailey, when we were all out at dinner. Just listen, pay a bit more attention to her, stop treating her like the middle man between you and your girlfriend, and work on your self-worth, man. You're a good person and an even greater friend, don't sell yourself short."

"Thanks, Halstead."

"No problem, Crosby."

"So what exactly makes me a 'great friend', Jay?"

"Uggggghhhhhhh."

"Hey! You said it, can't take it back!"

"... This is why we can't have nice things Kenny, goodnight."

"Wait you didn't tell me-"

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earlysunsetsoverambrose · 4 years ago

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Fool For You (2/4)

Lester Sinclair x f!Reader

Warnings: Cursing

A/N: Part 2 of a request for @mynameisliterallycash!

When Lester said he was getting dog food, you figured he meant one or two small bags. Instead, you watched as he hefted two huge bulk bags of food over his shoulder. They each had to weigh around fifty pounds and he carried them like they were nothing. Your eyes widened as your jaw dropped, awestruck by the casual display of muscle.

Dazed still, you trailed after him to the checkout. While he made idle chatter with the clerk, he was completely unaware you were wrapped up in an entirely different check out of your own. Heat rose to your cheeks, allured by Lester’s physical strength as daydreams of him literally sweeping you off your feet flooded your thoughts. He turned around, snapping you back to reality as you tried to wipe the dopey expression off your face.

“Alright then, ya ready to –” Lester stopped short, sending you a puzzled look, “Hey are ya okay?”

“What? Of course, I am. Why are you asking?” you responded rapidly, embarrassed you’d been caught staring a third time.

“Ya sure? Ya look a little red. Ya ain’t gettin’ sick or nothin’, are ya?” Lester said concerned. He reached out his free hand and pressed its back against your forehead, “Don’t feel like ya got a fever.”

“N-no, I’m fine,” you stuttered, his hand against your head sending static through your brain as you tried to come up with an excuse, “It’s just from the cold air today, I think.”

“Okay, if ya say so.” Lester shrugged as he gestured for you to follow him out the door. You cleared your throat, thankful for the gust of wind that cooled the fire trapped in your face.

“You sure you don’t need help with those?” you asked.

“These? Nah, they ain’t so bad,” Lester responded, “You oughta see some of the bucks I gotta haul ‘round. Damn things weigh a ton! Nearly threw out my back once tryin’ to throw one on the truck.”

“Never knew you were a regular strongman. I guess it never occurred to me the deer can’t carry their own dead weight.” You said with growing admiration.

“That’s what I’m there for!” Lester said gleefully as he tossed the bags in the back. He closed the bed and rested against the truck as he crossed his arms.

“Well, thanks for taking me along for the ride, anyway.” You said, leaning next to him.

“Sure thing! I love bringin’ ya ‘long like this,” Lester told you, affectionately nudging you with his elbow, “I’ll tell ya, havin’ someone to talk to wouldn’t hurt during my day job neither. Might go a long way makin’ some of the time go by. Gets a little too quiet drivin’ ‘round all day all by myself.”

“Well, would you mind if I tagged along once in a while?” you proposed, looking up at him.

“Ya’d do that? I mean, ya’d really want to?” Lester asked excitedly, “It can get kinda gnarly.”

“Sure. Why not? Can’t be any gnarlier than Bo on a bad day. It’s got to be better than sitting around getting old in Ambrose.” You said, smiling back at him.

“Ya really don’t have to, if ya don’t want.” He said, giving you the option changing your mind.

“I know I don’t, but I would really like to go with you. That is, if you don’t mind.” You could practically see him vibrating with joy.

“Mind? Course I don’t mind! We’re gonna have so much fun together, I promise! Thanks, Y/N! You’re the best!” he exclaimed, elated. He jumped up from the truck and wrapped you up in a tight hug, swinging you back and forth. You couldn’t contain you laughter, even if you couldn’t breathe with the way he was squeezing you.

Lester set you back down, leaving you with only a ghost of the feeling of his warm embrace. You lingered in place trying to memorize the sensation while he went ahead to open the passenger door for you without a second thought. Once you were seated, he closed the door and got back in beside you. He threw you a carefree smile as you took off once again.

The two of you made lighthearted conversation on the way back to Lester’s cabin. You started going back and forth about the art of catching various animals that try to make a home in your garbage. Well, it was mostly Lester walking you through the process, breaking it down by species. You listened to how he had basically mastered the art of pest wrangling without killing them. Your heart swelled hearing how insistent he was that killing them wasn’t necessary. He never wanted to hurt anyone or anything if he could help it.

You were just about to ask him a question, when he abruptly hit the brakes. You both lurched forward before falling back into your seats. You glanced around, collecting yourself from the sudden stop.

“Is everything okay? Why’d you stop?” He didn’t answer, as he began to carefully scan your surroundings, “What are you looking for? Lester?”

“There she is!” Lester shouted, pressing his face up against his window, totally distracted from your questions. He smiled back at you over his shoulder, “Follow me!” He threw his door open without another word and jumped out, anxiously waiting for you to join him.

“Follow you where? Wait for me!” you called after him. You swiftly slid out of the car and onto the ground, clueless as to why you stopped here of all places. Lester darted ahead, chasing something you couldn’t see. You did your best to follow close, but he ducked down into the grass. You jogged to where he disappeared to find him on his knees, reveling in an assault of kisses from a delighted stray dog. Surprise took over your features, thrilled to be meeting a new friend.

“I missed ya too, girl!” Lester gasped through his uncontrollable laughter, echoing through the woods, “Ya been good a doggy? I bet ya have! Hope ya ain’t been too lonely out here!”

“Who’s this, Lester?” you asked in gentle voice, immediately enamored with the dog before you. She was about Jonesy’s size, with a blonde shaggy coat. She looked young with energy and enthusiasm that gave Lester a run for his money.

“Oh, Y/N! I’d like ya to meet Buttercup!” Lester said as he separated himself from the dog’s abundance of affection, “Buttercup, this is my friend Y/N!”

“A pleasure to meet you, Miss Buttercup.” You said as you got down to offer your hand for a sniff. Buttercup took a few whiffs before deciding you were in fact a friend. Her tail wagged back and forth as she allowed you to pet her as well, “She’s so cute, Lester!”

“I know! Ain’t she the sweetest?” Lester concurred, “I found her snoozin’ in a patch of buttercups, so that’s what I started callin’ her!”

“How long has she been here?” you asked, scratching Buttercup behind the ears as she jumped up to rest her front paws on Lester’s shoulders, licking his face once more.

“A while now, I see a few strays runnin’ ‘round while I’m workin’. So, I try and visit with ‘em, if I can. But I left some bowls to fill when I’m on my route, case they get hungry.” Lester managed to gesture to an empty bowl a few feet away from you despite being smothered by more kisses. That explained the industrial sized bags of food. “Speaking of which – you hungry, Buttercup?” she barked in response.

Lester grabbed the bowl and jogged back to the truck to fill it with Buttercup in tow. Your eyes followed after him, the dopey look returning to your face. He conversed with Buttercup like an old friend as he scooped out her food. He was so attentive and kind, listening to her response and matching her excitement. They made their way back to you, thick as thieves. Lester set the bowl down when he made it back next to you, petting Buttercup while she dug into her meal, “Now, don’t eat so fast ya get sick, there’s plenty where that came from. Ole Lester’s got ya covered.”

You let out a deep sigh, endeared by the scene before you. Lester treated every person and creature with such consideration and care; and he never asked for anything in return. He had so much love in his heart and he was willing to share it with anyone who wanted it. With as much as he gives to everyone else, you wondered if anyone had ever told him how much they care about him or appreciate his presence in their life. He deserved to have someone who could give him back all the love he put into the world.

You wanted to be the one. You would finally treat him right. He all but stole your heart and he deserved to hear it from you, even if he might not feel the same. The consequences suddenly didn’t seem to matter so much in this moment. You wanted him to know how important he really was to you, because everyone deserves to know they are loved. You needed to tell him now while you were brave enough.

“Lester, there’s something I need to tell you.” You started, heartbeat racing in your ears, drowning out all the doubt and second thoughts. He perked up, listening close.

“Ya can tell me anythin’, Y/N. Ya know that.” Lester said softly, that warm smile pulling at your heartstrings again.

“Lester…I lo–” a deafening crack of thunder cut you off. With that, Buttercup hightailed it back into hiding. You gasped as you stood, starting after her, worried she may get lost or hurt in the impending storm. You moved to run after her, “Oh no, Buttercup, wait!”

“Hold up, Y/N! Ya can’t catch her, believe me, I tried.” Lester called to stop you, “I tried gettin’ her in the truck a few times to go to a shelter, but she don’t like it. If she ain’t ready to go, we can’t make her. She’ll come ‘round when she’s ready.”

“But we can’t just leave her out here.” You said, searching the area for any sign of her.

“Don’t worry ‘bout her too much, she’s a survivor.” Lester said, putting a comforting hand on your shoulder. “’Sides she’s got a little hideout not far from here. I found her there a couple times and left a few blankets after makin’ sure it wouldn’t cave in on her. It’ll keep her nice and dry ‘til this blows over. Alright? She’ll be safe, I promise.”

“Are you sure?” You asked, almost tearing up at the thought of her shivering somewhere all by herself.

“Sure as my name is Lester Sinclair. We can even come check on her tomorrow, if ya like.” Lester offered, “But we really oughta get outta here ‘fore the rain starts.”

“Okay,” you said hesitantly, “Promise we can check on her?”

“Yes ma’am, I swear. Cross my heart.” Lester assured you, drawing an X over his chest.

You both started toward the truck once more. You silently cursed the weather for interrupting your confession. The moment had passed and the doubts had returned to their work. Despite this, the affection swelling in your chest still pulled you to act on some part of it.

Without thinking too hard for once, you took Lester’s hand in yours. He glanced down to your linked hands and then back at you.

“Are ya scared of thunder storms?” He asked curiously.

“No. Why?” You responded, confused where he got that idea.

“Ya just look a little nervous is all. Thought ya might not like thunder or somethin’.” Lester explained, “I know storms used to scare the hell outta me when I was a kid. Never used to like ‘em one bit, ‘specially if I was by myself.”

“No, I kind of like storms.” You told him.

“Oh, then are your hands cold or somethin’?” Lester asked, gesturing with your connected hands, trying to understand the reason for the spontaneous handholding.

“Uh, well, not exac–”

“Cause ya look a little rosy again. Just makin’ sure ya ain’t gettin’ frostbite or nothin’.” He interjected.

“No, I’m okay.” You told him with your hundredth sigh of the day.

“Well, just in case. Take this.” He said as he released your hand and took off his hat to pull it over your eyes with a chuckle. He readjusted it on your head, revealing the way he was beaming at you. You rarely got to see him without his trusty hat. Even with his hair being a little sweaty and sticking every which way, it was still ridiculously tempting to run your fingers through. The energy radiating from him was so wholesome and pure. Looking at him, you could swear the clouds lifted and the sun was shining all of a sudden. He squeezed your cheeks in his hands, with a laugh, “There, now ain’t that better! Nice and toasty.”

“T-thanks, Les.” You stuttered, reaching up to feel the soft fabric of his hat, the heat in your cheeks only growing more intense under his hold on your face.

“My pleasure! I gotta say ya look mighty cute right now. Helluva lot better than I ever looked.” He told you, releasing your face and patting you on the back, “Now, let’s make like Buttercup and get to shelter!”

You made it back to the truck right before the heavy rain started pouring down. Lester took off down the road again, toward his cabin. You watched through the window as the storm raged on outside, matching the storm in your mind. The time had felt so right to tell Lester everything, but now you weren’t sure. What you were sure of, however, is that you needed to tell him soon. You thought you might actually burst if you didn’t. You couldn’t keep living like this.

#lester sinclair #lester sinclair x reader #Female reader #House of Wax #house of wax 2005 #slasher x reader #slasher imagine #My writing #tw: cursing #fool for you #request

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much-obliged-timothy · 4 years ago

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Heirs

I almost didn’t post this because I really just wrote it on a whim after my Dad Tim & Uncle Rhys shorts made me wonder what it’d be like for Tim if Jack had another kid. So, here’s a snapshot take on that idea!

Tim wondered when the bizarre life he was living had become normal to him.

There was the whole being a doppelganger working for the world’s biggest psychopath part of it, of course. But if you’d told him years ago he was going to be, essentially, a nanny for the psychopath he was a doppelganger of, he would’ve laughed in your face.

Now, he just scooped the beer he’d been drinking off the coffee table and tossed it up on the counter where kids couldn’t reach. He kicked his dirty laundry under his bed and took a quick look around to make sure nothing of imminent danger was left lying about.

He’d been horrified when Jack accidentally got Nisha pregnant. Even more horrified when Nisha decided to keep the kid. The last thing the galaxy needed was a mini Jack/Nisha running around.

The horror had grown to an overwhelming amount when Jack decided to use Tim to look after the kid when he was too busy to do it himself.

Tim had absolutely dreaded it, waiting for the kid to get old enough to use him as a punching bag or torment him the way Jack did. No way the offspring of Handsome Jack and Nisha Kadam would ever have a kind bone in their body.

There was a knock on the door and Tim called out a lazy, “Come in.”

The door opened and in bound a small boy who was a disturbing mix of Jack and Nisha. His tutor followed behind him.

“His homework,” the tutor said, handing a folder to Tim. “I had permission to take him on a bit of a field trip today, so he never napped. I’d either let him sleep an hour now, or else start that homework early and let him go to bed earlier than usual.”

“Jack’s got him for bedtime,” Tim said, taking the folder. “If he’s cranky by then, it’s not my problem.”

The tutor shrugged and left Tim’s apartment. Tim tossed the folder down.

“Liam!” he called as the boy took off for the kitchen. “Come start your homework.”

It was a minute before Liam reappeared with a juice box and a small bag of chips. He shook his head at Tim, thick black hair tumbling across his forehead.

“Nu-uh, Uncle Timmy! I gotta see Angel! I gotta!” He shot Tim his wide-eyed look, which seemed to work on every adult except Tim. “Please. I gotta.”

Tim pointed. “Homework. Or it’s my ass your dad will beat.”

He abandoned the wide-eyed look and instead settled for an imitation of Jack’s stern look. “I gotta see Angel.”

“Nah, kid,” Tim said. “You gotta do your homework.”

“I’ll bring it,” he tried. “Please, Uncle Timmy!”

Tim sighed heavily. But Liam didn’t get to see his sister often, and he knew Angel was probably his only sane family member.

“Fine. But you don’t get to throw a fit later when you’re tired and you have to finish your work,” Tim said, snatching the folder up, knowing full well that Liam wouldn’t touch it while they were visiting Angel but needing to try anyways. “Let’s go.”

A bright smile broke out on Liam’s face, so happy and pure. Tim hated that he still held out hope that the kid would be better than his parents someday.

But Liam launched forward, throwing his little arms as far around Tim’s waist as he could. “You’re the best, Uncle Timmy!”

“Yea, yea,” Tim said, taking his hand and leading him out of the apartment.

They went to the nearest fast travel station. Tim set it for the Bunker, being one of the only people authorized to fast travel there now that he was so often in charge of Liam.

It had been horrifying to learn Jack was going to have a child. Even more so to learn that his baby with Nisha wouldn’t be his first.

But Tim had adjusted slowly to Angel. As they flashed inside her chamber, he was heartbroken but used to the sight of her and the Eridium injectors hooked into her body.

This poor girl. Tim tightened his hold on Liam’s hand, wondering if he could secure a better fate for Jack’s second child.

“Timothy,” she said in surprise. “Liam.”

“Angel!” Liam released Tim’s hand to run forward. “Angel, I went on a field trip today!”

“Did you?” she said, so easily able to hide the jealousy she no doubt felt. She was trapped here, doomed to die without Eridium, while her little brother got to experience the world.

Liam nodded eagerly. “Uh-huh. We went to see skags! But they were, um, they were...d...d...d-something.”

“Domesticated?” Tim offered.

“Yea!” Liam was nodding eagerly again. “I got to see all kinds’a skags and stuff. And- And there was this one guy and one of the skags bit him.” He laughed at the thought, Tim and Angel sharing a look. The signs that Jack and Nisha were getting to him were glaringly obvious at times. “He started cryin’, like a baby.”

“Well, it probably hurt,” Angel said. “You shouldn’t laugh at people when they get hurt. It’s mean.”

He ignored that, still laughing. “I petted one! They felt all weird and gross.”

“You pet one,” Tim said. “‘Petted’ isn’t a word, kid. This is why you need to do your homework.”

Liam ignored that, too. “And there were baby skags! Mr. Wilson let me name one!”

“What’d you call it?” Angel said.

He was basically vibrating with excitement. “Angel! I named her Angel!”

Tim and Angel shared another look. He could tell she still held out hope for him, too.

“That was really nice of you, Liam,” she said softly. Tim couldn’t quite read the expression on her face; it might’ve been pain, or sadness, or love. Maybe it was all of them. He looked away rather than suffer trying to interpret it.

“They made her a collar with her name on it!” Liam said. “I’m gonna ask daddy to give her a bodyguard so she’s always safe.”

Tim closed his eyes, clenching his fists. He hated his own hope. He hated it so much, because he knew this boy’s kindness would never survive.

Angel had to take a moment before speaking again. “I hope she gets to grow up strong and see the whole world.”

“I’m gonna take a picture next time we see her. Mr. Wilson said I can see her again!” he said. “I’ll show you the picture.” He hesitated, looking anxious. “And maybe daddy will let you come see her. I’m gonna tell him she’s named after you. So maybe he’ll let you come with me next time.”

“I would love that,” Angel said, because it was honest and it was kinder than the reality of telling him why she couldn’t. “I really would, Liam.”

He pressed his hand to the chamber enclosing her. She pressed hers to it as well, so little separating them, so much separating them. His hand was so tiny, swallowed up by the image of hers against it. His bright blue eyes met hers, their most striking shared feature they’d inherited from the man who kept them apart.

“Tell me more about your trip,” she said, only the faintest tremor to her words. “I want to hear everything.”

His smile was huge. He went on and on about his trip and everything he saw, sometimes getting so excited that he’d repeat himself. But Angel never pointed it out, and neither did Tim. They let him carry on, swooping in with questions when he seemed ready to stop talking.

Finally, though, his lack of a nap caught up with him. Tim was sitting on the ground, and Liam went over, crawling into Tim’s lap as his yawns grew more frequent. It wasn’t long before he fell asleep.

“Please, Timothy,” Angel said quietly, her eyes fixed on her brother. “I have no chance. But he does. Look out for him.”

“I’m trying,” Tim said, looking down at the small child in his lap.

“When dad told me Nisha had a boy, I was so happy. It meant he would never share my fate,” Angel said, looking away from them both. “But he can use Liam in other ways.”

“Angel,” Tim said. “Did you pick his name?”

Angel nodded. “Yes. Dad let me pick his name.” She gave a weak smile. “He hated what I chose. But I just...It means ‘protector’. I want...I want him to be a force of good in the world, Timothy.”

She could’ve been, too. But Jack had locked her away and used her for his own selfish gain.

“I’ll do everything I can to keep him from being the fucking nightmare his parents are,” Tim promised.

That earned a surprised laugh from Angel. “Thank you. I wish I could take care of him myself. I’m glad Jack chose to trust you with him. You’re a good man.”

“That’s debatable these days, but I’m at least a better man than Jack,” Tim said. He bit his lip. “I can, uh, bring him here more often. If you want.”

That look in her eyes he couldn’t read again. “Yes. Thank you, Timothy. I would like that a lot.”

They fell silent after that. Angel watched her brother sleep. Tim thought about how unfair the world was.

He’d seen Jack interact with both his children. Tim believed Jack did love both of them. But Tim also believed that when Jack loved something, he felt compelled to break its will so he could control it. After all, a thing could never leave him if he shackled it to him.

Tim and Angel did not wake Liam, even when Tim’s legs fell asleep from the position the little boy was in, and even when Jack called to see where they were. Waking him meant bringing him back to Helios, back to everyone who had a plan for him, who wanted to chip away at his kindness to make way for cunning and cruelty.

Angel wanted to tell Tim everything, but she refused to put him at risk. She knew it would all be over soon; she would betray her father and help the Crimson Raiders defeat him. Jack would die, and so would she. She only hoped Tim fled with Liam and raised him.

Handsome Jack had stolen freedom and any hope of a normal life from Angel. She would not let him do the same to her brother.

So they sat in silence. It was the calm before the storm, and they knew it. But there was nothing to do now, so Tim stayed beside Angel’s prison and let Liam sleep, the only comfort he could offer the children Jack had damned.

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merinnan · 4 years ago

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Time Raiders

Okay, pausing the DMBJ 2 watches to watch the Time Raiders movie instead! I've been told that the entire movie is basically one big crackfic & I want to see how true that is

- Apparently the only place I can find it is YouTube

- And we open with someone laying down cards which...seem to be making a qilin pattern. Okay.

- And now we're at the Himalayas, and it seems to be a bunch of white soldiers shooting people?

- Oh, this leader white guy has a classic villain look. I love the pocket watch, too

- Wait, he's supposed to be a scientist?

- He obviously hasn't read the Evil Overload Handbook

- And now this is giving me flashbacks to Xiaoge's first appearance in DMBJ1

- Ah, yes, I think this is the Xiaoge for this movie. Excellent.

- DUDES. You have GUNS. You were using them just before. Why are you now using knives only?

- I mean, it wouldn't do much better, because Xiaoge, but still

- This is A Look

- Finally, one of them uses a gun, and it's as useless as I expected it would be

- Ahahahah, omg, what he did to these two guys is hilarious

- That is a TERRIBLE hiding place

- Don't....don't leave him alive. JFC

- This flashback montage is super weird

- Look, I don't have a tattoo myself, but I'm pretty sure that that's not how you get tattoos

- And now we move to Wushanju

- Oh, I think it's Sanshu who's been playing with those cards

- ...you have got to be kidding me

- Really? We're really doing this?

- I guess this is Wu Xie, then

- What even did he just randomly put that mask on for

- That is NOT a newborn

- Awww, kid Wu Xie

- Yay, creepy old houses. And ofc kid Wu Xie is gonna try to get inside

- But that is a fucking massive lock

- Yes, of course, wrap the porch in giant fuckoff chains, but don't lock the front door. Why not?

- ....k

- Sure, that happened

- And bratty kid Wu Xie still pinched one of the medallions after all of that

- Okay, yeah, if you were a kid who had to go to a funeral every month, no wonder you'd be so bored at them

- This movie is all over the place in terms of timeline

- I think we're finally into the time period of the main story

- And it seems this one also has Wu Xie as having been an architecture student of some kind

- Oh, yes, that's exactly what you want to find while crawling through a tunnel

- WX: "Sanshu can never know about this. You didn't tell him, right?"

WM: *oh shit I'm screwed face*

- Hi Sanshu, I wonder how you got here

- I love that no matter what version it is, Wu Xie is a little shit XD

- ...Wu Xie. Moths. Light. No.

- Wu Xie gonna Wu Xie

- Wu Xie, what are you doing?

- OMG

- Sanshu, this is all your fault for never letting him in anything like this. He doesn't know not to touch

- Wow, that wasn't subtle at all

- That's some steampunky looking villain lair right there

- I love how the 'passerby video' getting screened fucking everywhere is just the movie footage of that scene XD That's some high quality passerby video with interesting angles

- That's an interesting drinking spot, Xiaoge

- I love that so far Wu Xie's instincts for everything is either 'touch it', 'wear it', or 'dismantle it'

- ....okay

- Yeah, I....I think this is going to be my reaction to most of the movie, tbh

- Although at least this whole magic Snake Empress and weird ancient technology/magic thing is more interesting than the bland het palace drama randomly dropped into the middle of DMBJ1

- Oh, finally, some product placement

- I was wondering what was taking it so long

- I love how all their desks and papers and such are inside what look like coffins, and then fold out

- Oh look, Xiaoge's sword is inside one of the coffins.

- And there's Xiaoge

- Hei Ye gave Sanshu the sword decades ago?

- lol, this is like some Sword in the Stone bullshit right here

- I love it

- a) Was all that really necessary

- b) wtf even is that sword?

- It's a really bizarre design, and surely being able to be moved like a mechanical device would weaken it?

- ...okay, that was a cute meeting, I'll give it that

- Love how the older guys are teasing Wu Xie in the truck here.

- Oh, Wu Xie's actually a psych student in this one

- And like, Wu Xie, how do you know Xiaoge was looking at his reflection. It's a window, he might have just been spacing out at the scenery

- You must have been paying a lot of attention to him to notice it was the reflection he was actually looking at, hmmm? 👀

- This is a cute Wu Xie, tho

- Yes, Wu Xie, despite your lack of modesty there I totally caught that you just called Xiaoge handsome

- WU XIE WHAT NO DON'T DO THAT

- Hahaha, Xiaoge had exactly the same reaction

- No, Wu Xie, it doesn't matter that you'd taken the ammo out, you should never stick the barrel of a gun in your face and look down it like that.

- Even if you're certain it's unloaded, you just DON'T DO THAT

- Wu Xie, lacking impulse control and survival instincts without Xiaoge and Pangzi since....forever

- (okay, lacking survival instincts was perhaps a bit too far, but still)

- I love Xiaoge's "omg what even are you" look at that

- This is a very talkative and open to talking about himself Xiaoge

- It's kind of weird

- lol @ Sanshu locking Wu Xie in the truck so he can't come with them

- I mean, really, does he actually expect this to work?

- He knows his nephew both likes and is good at taking things apart, after all

- lol, I knew it

- Oh

- Oh, that's not a good sign

- Even Coral's logo just screams 'villainous organisation'

- These mercenaries look like video game characters from like COD or something

- Oh hi, lady I presume is A-Ning

- I like the haircut. Looks kinda like DMBJ 1 Xiaoge's haircut, just with the fringe over the opposite eye

- Oh, there's that gratuitous boob shot that @thosch3i told me about

- I really don't see why it was necessary for A-Ning to crawl all over the truck like that when everyone else just walked past it

- There is some really nice scenery in this movie with all the mountains and cliffs and such

- "What I'm doing isn't about right or wrong, it's about how much" I like this A-Ning. She is refreshingly direct and mercenary

- Damn, I though Xiaoge was going to notice the drone. I mean, it's so close to them! He should notice it!

- Love Hendrix's surprised Pikachu face at recognising him, though

- I'm honestly surprised that none of them have looked in the truck at all

- I do appreciate that this movie doesn't even attempt to pretend that they're not tomb raiders

- And that they have no interest in preserving this place

- Because BOOM! Let's just dynamite our way in and destroy half the wall

- Oops, no floor there

- Hahaha, this tomb is a fucking platform game

- Lovely, a shootout in a tomb. Just what every good tomb raiding movie need

- lol, Sanshu

- Don't you ever ever again wonder where your nephew's little shit tendencies come from

- I think Xiaoge and A-Ning are the only truly competent people on their respective teams

- A-Ning, 'keep them alive' does not mean 'try to shoot one in the face at close range'

- That little boot knife is kinda cute, though

- Clever move, Pan Zi

- I love the Xiaoge/A-Ning fight. He really is the only one who could keep her distracted

- I'm impressed at how well she held her own with him

- IDK why he was holding back

- Also, Xiaoge participating in fight banter, no matter how minimal? Strange, but also kinda cool.

- I'm going to be giggling about that "Not bad"/"I know" for awhile, I think

- IDK how they had the time or the ability to stay still long enough to rig up that trap, I'm impressed

- lol, yeah, I didn't think that it would take Wu Xie long to get out of the truck

- I take back my earlier comment about it being too harsh to say that Wu Xie lacks survival instincts without Xiaoge and Pangzi around

- Wu Xie, there is not enough light down here for you to get good shots without your flash being on

- I know having your flash on is a BAD idea, but still

- You cannot be getting good photos in this light

- Why is Xiaoge separated from everyone? He jumped down with them

- I mean, it's good that he is, otherwise Wu Xie would be kinda screwed right now

- Huh, bats, there must be an actual entrance to this tomb, not just the one that Sanshu's team made.

- A-Ning's tiny baby drones are so cute

- The English dubbing in this is surprisingly good compared to the shows

- Yes, good, the staring is starting

- ...Wu Xie, you little shit

- He's so pleased with himself

- Xiaoge is so confused until he explains it

- OMG, a Xiaoge smile

- OMG A XIAOGE LAUGH

- Ah yes, multiple large tornadoes, a way to signify weird shit is going now

- And weird spinny planets forming an...energy grid of some kind?

- ...k

- The mini drones apparently only pick up on people who are part of A-Ning's team, I guess

- JESUS

- I mean, I had a strong suspicion that was gonna happen, but it still made me jump

- Xiaoge to the rescue!

- Damn, that sword is strong

- This tomb definitely has a spider colony, but given it also has a bat colony that doesn't surprise me

- Those are some creepy looking mannequins

- This set up looks like a game of Mouse Trap

- A game of Mouse Trap with fire

- That's actually a really cool way to light all the candles and lamps

- I'm impressed that none of the cobwebs have caught on fire

- Oh, so NOW you use your flash, Wu Xie. When the room is all well lit and you don't actually need it

- CREEEEEPY

- Wu Xie and his compulsive need to touch things

- Are all the puppets connected somehow, or are we gonna have spooky magical shit making them all come to life?

- Oh, the puppet band is like the bells, I guess

- Huh, it seems Wu Xie's the only one who got thrown into memories in these illusions, everyone else's hallucination still has them inside the tomb

- wtf, a lion is a weird thing to hallucinate

- Magic Zhang blood, go!

- IDK why he needs to cut himself for each person, though, surely one cut should be enough to get all the drops of blood he needs

- Good boy, Wu Xie, already so protective of his Xiaoge

- This really is a fucking platform game

- Guys, this is why you study up on the raid mechanics BEFORE you enter the instance

- Ahahahah, the music playing as Wu Xie basically dances with the sword trap

- lol, the look on Xiaoge's face as he realises Wu Xie is just...fucking dancing and taking photos

- And that it's WORKING

- OMFG, this is basically just a bizarre dance sequence

- I love it

- It's so stupid

- The puppets having fucking crossbows

- Because ofc they do

- Repeating crossbows

- ...k

- So now we have a room full of skeletons stuffed into cages

- Why not

- Ah, we're about to have bugs show up

- Excellent

- This is what I've been waiting for

- Let the hilarity begin continue

- Dude, you can quit right now as much as you like, but it doesn't mean you're going to be able to get out of here by yourself

- I guess this guy's gonna die now

- For the tropes are hungry and must be fed

- Much like the bugs

- Yep, here we go

- Hello, shibie, I've been expecting you

- These ones don't look as cartoonishly ridiculous as the ones in DMBJ 1, I'm sad

- OMFG, it's eating the shovel/pick/thing

- Okay, this is a good effort at cartoonish ridiculousness

- It's a lovely day in the tomb, and these are horrible shibie

- Poor Wu Xie, so shocked at getting slapped

- And yeah. Yeah, that's about the only thing you can do there.

- Only way to save the guy is to just give him a quick death so he doesn't suffer from being eaten alive

- They're lucky these shibie move so slowly. It gives them plenty of time to climb up onto those frames

- lol, weird bendy sword again

- Wow, good catch, Wu Xie

- Y'know, Wu Xie, it might have been more useful to give the knife to Da Kui

- And ofc Wu Xie falls down

- What is a DMBJ adaptation without Wu Xie getting himself into danger like this?

- That was so much wtf all at once

- First, an unbroken flute just, like, laying there on the ground

- Then, Wu Xie somehow thinking that playing it would save him from the bugs

- Then that WORKED

- He's like the fucking Pied Piper of the shibie

- What even is this movie

- Haha, the little OK sign he flashes at Xiaoge

- The wtf look on Xiaoge's face

- Same, Xiaoge. Same

- I love how everyone just. Accepts it & congratulates Wu Xie on being an awesome flute player

- But then ig what else are you gonna do?

- It's like, well, this may as well happen

- Sanshu's team really likes using grenades, huh?

- Well, it does work pretty well!

- See, Wu Xie, this is when you need to summon your bugs back

- On a completely different tangent, I cannot get over how weirdly the subs translate men you ping. I had to look up wtf shtum was. I've never come across it before. Is it something more commonly used in the US or something?

- Xiaoge, when you said you had a better way than digging under the door, I didn't think you meant just BATTERING THE FUCKING DOOR WITH THE SHOVEL

- Oh, no, it's with your sword

- Because the best way to look after a sharp blade and keep it in good condition and keep a good edge is to...hack at rocks with it

- Ofc

- Why didn't I think of that?

- OK, ig fucking up your sword's edge did actually work, there's now a giant-ass hole in the door

- This is serious Day After Tomorrow vibes here

- Ah, yes, giant lightning strikes that cause so much force to travel through the earth that they can semi-collapse a tunnel deep underneath a mountain

- Just your usual tomb robbing dangers

- Physicists and meteorologists would have a fucking field day here

- Ah, I see we're at this level of the platform game

- With the collapsing floor you need to get across without falling

- Okay, that's really kinda sweet of Wu Xie here. He thinks he's likely to die, and the most important thing to him is giving Xiaoge the pictures he took of him so that he doesn't lose all his memories

- And aww, Xiaoge's so worried about him

- Like, I'm totally understanding why the transmigrated Wu Xie in that fic looked at these two and went "wow, we're so gay in this timeline"

- Even the music in this scene is shipping it

- Romantic line, and dramatic fall through the floor. Yep.

- I'm amazed he survived that fall, but it's Wu Xie, and he can't die

- ...yes, ancient Persian architecture totally had anachronistic technology. Sure. This is definitely like that

- omfg, they're statis chambers

- 2000 year old stasis chambers

- Guess they're not worried about catching Sanshu and his team to get the key anymore. They've been kinda sidetracked

- Side quests will do that

- ...plant golems

- "Don't shoot the thing that's in the process of murdering your friend! You might damage my research project!"

- Ew, that's not a nice death

- Yes, good girl, A-Ning

- That thing was just gonna kill your whole team otherwise

- ...how did that laptop survive the blast enough for Wu Xie to be using it with no problem

- That's one tough laptop

- Where do I get one?

- And hey, I guess the one Chinese guy with A-Ning isn't actually one of her people, since she just, like, left him there 🤣 In the room with a plant golem 🤣 That she then threw a grenade into 🤣

- ...omg, that's meant to be Pangzi?

- I was wondering why no Pangzi in the movie. I guess 3/4 of the way through isn't too late to properly intro him

- Ahahaha, Wu Xie actually thinks his bluff was super successful when there's a plant golem behind him

- Xiaoge to the rescue again XD

- lol @ both Pangzi and Wu Xie using Xiaoge's sword as a restraint

- ...surprise A-Ning! I wasn't expecting her to actually come back

- And she's somehow lost all of her guys

- That's a lot of snakes, but I'm more interested in where all the water is coming from and why you can see the sun behind those shelves

- Given how deep under a mountain they're supposed to be

- I do love competent, pretty girls wielding huge fuckoff guns

- This door mechanism is so intricate (like the key/timer). So ofc I'm sure they're going to destroy it all

- Because that's how tomb raiding movies go

- Introduce a tomb with intricate and complex mechanisms far in advance of anything else known to that time period and civilisation, and then destroy them in dramatic fight and escape scenes

- OMG the floor is lava

- Of course there's lava as well

- Oh, and it seems it's now all open to the sky

- Ig the lightning which could mysteriously exert high levels of force must have smashed through the mountain and very neatly cleared it all way so that this part of the tomb and only this part of the tomb is now open air

- Wang Zanghai wishes he could go this extra with tomb building

- And now Xiaoge being super extra to get across the destroyed section of the bridge

- So this dude is gonna wake up just before Xiaoge gets there, isn't he?

- And we're going to get an epic swordfight between them

- At least, it better be an epic swordfight

- Otherwise this buildup will be very disappointing

- Ah, yes, good, there we go

- And all the plant golems are also waking up

- ...along with a shitton of snakes

- OMG the snakes have arms

- The snakes

- have arms

- OMG Xiaoge's sword is doing what now?

- That's almost as ridiculous as the snakes with arms

- It's like a sword designed by a 13 year old weeaboo boy

"it's gonna be ancient, and super strong, and nothing will ever make it blunt"

"okay, seems like a typical magic sword so far, that's fair"

"and you can bend it at right angles"

"...you can what"

"and when it's bent at right angles, you can make it spin really fast and still use it like a proper sword"

"...it what"

- ...the Snake Empress is reforming in her armour as thousands of little vines all coming together

- k

- Sure

- This may as well happen

- And her armour has boobplate, because ofc it does

- Oh, she ain’t happy that Xiaoge just killed her plant golem boyfriend

- Her aesthetics are hilarious

- It's part Queen of the Damned, part Little Shop of Horrors

- Okay, snake lady, your worms might change the world but honestly I think that lightning would be more effective if you could control it

- Sanshu and co just randomly walk in through another entrance

- Oh, and there's the rest of A-Ning's team

- I want the story behind this A-Ning and her team. The way they all call her captain, and follow her without a second word, and are so genuinely happy to see her. This isn't just a throw-together team, or a team that Hendrix put together and put her in charge of. This is her team, and there's an obvious history between them

- And snake lady is suddenly not looking as pretty as she was, for no discernible reason

- One minute she's jumping around, the next she's all pale and falling apart. At least her face is

- It's like she's decomposing throughout the fight

- And here come the snakes with arms

- They move just as slowly as the shibie in here do

- They jump pretty fast, though

- RIP the next member of Sanshu's team

- Yeah, machine guns aren't that effective against regular snakes, let alone magic snakes

- And the plant golems are here

- RIP more of Sanshu's team

- Ah, the little snakes with arms are all grown up and off to conquer the world

- ...omfg Pangzi

- And this time it's A-Ning to the rescue

- I love how quickly Wu Xie and Pangzi fall into the dynamic of a pair of clowns, regardless of adaptation

- RIP Harry. You went out like a badass

- Oh wow, both teams are having some fucking epic sacrificial deaths in this fight scene

- I like

- And more cute pingxie, this time in flashbacks

- lol, clearing out plant golem conversion by pure force of will

- ...and channeling blood down the grooves in the sword blade apparently...makes it sharper?

- At least, it couldn't cut through the vines before, and now it can

- That's not how magnetic fields work

- Ahahaha, Wu Xie pulling out his flute

- He's gonna pull that Pied Piper shit again, isn't he?

- Here come the shibie, come to nom on plant-snake-lady flesh!

- She's having just as much trouble with them as everyone else does

- Because it's a lovely day in the tomb, and they are horrible shibie

- Wow, she hits hard, she knocked Xiaoge like halfway across the chasm

- Good thing there was a random broken pillar there

- Are they getting obliterated?

- Ah, no, they're getting sucked up by the wind

- Shibie-nado!

- You know, I kinda like how bad Wu Xie's English is compared to everyone else who's spoken English so far

- It nicely demonstrates who speaks it a lot and who doesn't

- Aw, Wu Xie, you're always so optimistic when you're baby

- And it actually worked. I'm impressed.

- Oh wow, A-Ning, that's some character development right there, caring about right or wrong instead of money

- Nice Pangi & A-Ning dynamic in this movie, given how they usually hate each other

- This is definitely the final level of a platform game

- Hahah, the two teams now

- Awwwwwwww 😭

- I think this is the first time I've seen Wu Xie rescue Xiaoge rather than vice versa

- "I regret not locking you in the truck myself"

- Sorry, Xiaoge, I don't think you'd actually have much more luck with that than Sanshu did

- Xiaoge, you really should have been more careful there, you almost did low Wu Xie

- Good thing A-Ning was close by!

- ....the sword...is being used...as a boomerang

- wtaf

- Hahahah, the snakes' death throes, omg

- lol what even was that ending

Overall: This movie was just one long DMBJ PingXie AU crackfic, and the author didn't know how to end it so just...didn't write an actual ending. That's the only way I can explain it.

#dmbj #daomu biji #time raiders

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hockeysweetheart · 5 years ago

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My thoughts while reading The ballad of song birds and Snakes... ( I’ll be refering Coriolanus to Snow in this because I am not about to write that name who know how many times) ( Please note Many many spoilers ahead)

How do I say these names... Flips through the book yeah I’m screwed..

Trigis is Snow’s Older Cousin Didn’t see that coming

What’s this... Am I actually Feeling sorry and bad for snow... ( lets see how long this lasts for)

Point 2 seconds a little upset you have to mentor Lucy gray from District 12 then your over it once she shows her vaule...

Lucy Gray wow you sure know how to make an entrence. I like you...

Is she the first winner from District 12?

Did that really happen...

Roses on the roof really...

Okay that was kinda sweet ( showing up to the train station with the rose)

Wait what it’s not the luxury that is seen in the other books.They are treated like well zoo animals. anywhere outside of the zoo ( before a certain point they are in handcuffs also they are literally all in the same cage at the zoo and people can visit them too) ( Not fed/ mot trained basically they go into the arena as they look and wear the same clothes too) (( I am doing this in one big point so then I don’t do like 50 points on this)

No wonder there is a law “No fighting with the other tributes before the games start”

Who the actual **** is this Dean Guy...

Okay thats sweet Snow is actually trying to make Lucy Stand a chance.... Whats this Snow is actual kinda sweet what are you doing to me..

Sejanus Is feeding them too...

Okay the Picnic was kinda sweet..

He knows Marcus... Oh wait I forgot hes from District 2

Well that escalated Quickly...

How didn’t these games get cancled... I said this to myself about 10 times...

Okay you did what to that girl because she told a lie...

Dr Gaul I have so many questions but frankly I am scared for your answer..

Okay Kids lets go on a field trip where you will die in a few days..

What is this arena...

Boom....

How is this guy on the loose...

Then I realized the games haven’t even started yet...

About the public humlationn really you treated them bad enough... but now the dead... ughhh

Okay Snow is being sweet again. Why am I blushing..

Okay I am convinced this Lucy Gray is related to Katniss somehow...

SUGAR COOKIES PEETA MELLARK....

Okay that was sweet for Trigis to help out for the interview cleaning her dress and making sure lucy was washed up a bit...

Is it that hard to find a gutair....

It’s not over until the Mockingjay sings...

Lucy Grays Interview wow.. BRAVO BRAVO..

Wait a second. Snow you didn’t just say that You own Lucy Gray.... Just because her interview was amazing... and she’s a bigger shot then you... Takes a sip of a drink... Well I should of seen this coming..

Okay its okay to let Lucy Gray cheat in the games But when Katniss pulls out those berries its like oh hell no...

Now I see why they check the Tokens from home befroe they are approved for the arena..

She really kissed you and we were about to whitness a makeout session... ( I almost yelled get a room)

Now the games are gonna beggin actually I was like is this a false start..

Oh its Happening...

Whats the point of throwing Marcus pretty much dead in like that...

Who is Lucky Flickerman and this guy with the camera in there faces...

What in the actual were those Parachute gifts...

Guess there are no trackers on them...

How in the hell. Did Sejanus get in the arena... Why are you making Snow go and get him... Grow some and get in there your self... I just defended Snow whats wrong with me...

Snow actually Killed a tribute... what the....

Why is guy from 11 Making a morgue....

Laughing a little when other tributes grab the gifts

Oh a little Jealous of Lucy Gray and her District partner

Okay did I really just read the words STAR CROSSED LOVERS.. your killing me here..

OH wait.... Okay that was kinda sweet.. What the mentor for the male of District 12 did to save Lucy...

Well that Alliance is over...

Rat Poison....

District 11 your no fool...

So let me get this you can only send gifts if you can see them where the hell are all the cameras...

Really messing with the snakes so they don’t attack Lucy... ugh... so you can win the prize to pay your way... Pops another bottle

Lucy Gray looks like this snake whisper....

This morgue is weird...

I like my town with a little drop of Poison...

How the hell did she Poison that pond...

Well Lucy gray is the winner... ( As expected..)

Oh shit now Snow is in trouble...

And how in the hell he got approved to be a peacekeepr in district 12...

Okay it is kinda sweet he is going after someone he loves...

Snow one step in District 12.. Oh my god air nature get me outta here... Me rolls eyes....

Thank god Sejanus is here.

Are you are you coming to the tree...

Snow sees one Mockingjay and is like Oh hell no... Me Katniss Everdeen ....

Maybe once he sees Lucy he will change

The only Days free is Sunday ....

The Hob really...

trading Sejanus Ma’s goods...

Hmmm they are kinda looking like the peacekeepers from 12 around Katniss’s time... Kinda chill..

Okay Maude Ivory shes cute.. The Covey Love them..

When you think oh they are finally going to meet face to face again Bam... Billy Tate and Mayfair Lipp ruin it.. ‘

You really went to the bakery... HELLO DARKNESS MY OLD FRIEND..

During this point I thought Snow you have seen how food doesn’t come by really good here....WHY HAVEN’T YOU FED THEM BETTER IN THE 65 DAMN YEARS.. .

Really from the seam... ( Starts to make a list of every possbile place that Belongs to Katniss Everdeen)

Not only does Snow Find Lucy Gray in the medow ( Deep in the meadow) But with a goat too... ( adds it to my list) and shes Sing the song she wrote the hanging tree... adds to my list....

And now they start making out/ Which basically almost ends up in make out session every single time they meet up.. ( Now i was okay with this since I am sucker for a love story)

Did Lucy Live in the same house as Katniss did....

Snow also realized real fast how the Districts don’t watch the games too much...

Billy whats his last name and Sejanus hmmm Hiding a map but wait Snow saw it... That could of happened smoother...

Snow has this plan to Kill the mockingjay.... ( Sweetheart that didn’t work 65 years later)....

They go to the lake in the woods on a sunday no less... damn 3 things to add oh my god Katniss everdeen list...

Snow literally 2 seconds into the woods oh hell no... ROLLS EYES...

Now your swimming in the lake and in the “house” Keeps writing down)... and the Deep in the meadow song is sung... I am going to need a bigger piece of paper..

Finds Katniss plants... now at this point i am not surprised...

Gets approval to Kill the Mockingjays because they care me BIG WOOF....

Trapping the jabberjays... why is snow so interested... Oh shit the scientist knows me..

Sees Lucy again at singing at the hobb but he has a little before the show if you know what I mean.. then he notices Sejanus sneaks out ( which he clames he was going to the bathroom... which was a lie)

Maude Ivory is Wearing a buttercup dress... whats next Primrose is gonna make an apperence...

Snow really looking threw Sejanus stuff... ( I was so like hes gonna take the money and run)

Sejanus oh my dear Sejanus He played you like a fool ... He recorderd the whole damn thing... at least he cannot get worse then that... your kinda like the idiot in those movies that lays out the whole evil plot to someone to only 10 seconds later get caught for it....

What the actual BEEEP happened in that shed.. Please let this be the first and last gun Snow ever gets his hands on...

The fact that Maude Ivory found the bodies is not okay...

The gossip at the BASE is gold..

At least snow felt Guilt for his killings...

are you are you coming to the tree

Well Sejanus Sorry to see you go..

Now a little make out session at the commarders party when the Covey sings... She really wrote a song for him okay thats kinda sweet..

Now Lucy asks Snow to run away with her.... ( Writes this down) And he says yes... he literally didn’t make it five miles... but then he found out he passed a test the day of but attemps to run away with Lucy... but....

Before this tho Snow sends all of Sejanus Money to trigis ( oh yeah i forgot to add basically they are loosing there place)

Now in the Woods...

5 seconds in snow is like oh hell no....

Lucy Figures out that Snow is the reason Sejanus is dead...

Lucy says shes gonna get katniss plants and then she get the hell outta there this is after Snow finds the murder wepons...

Snow gets bitten by a snake... ( Sips wine)

Who in the hell Let Coriolanus Snow touch a gun... he is shooting left and right...

Lucy Grey GAME ON.... ARE YOU ARE YOU COMING TO THE TREE.... and then bam gone...

My reaction to those events was what the actual hell did i read there.. Oh it gets better...

So snow makes it back thinking hes gonna die from a non poisnous snake bite... and hes outta district 12.. But back to the captiol to where Dr Gaul said you passed the test...

Now here is the part I literally almost threw my book...

When Snow used Sejanus Parents to his full advantage... never telling them oh he is the reason there one and only son is dead.. and Basically the parents “Adopt snow..” pay for his schooling now, makes sure he is well fed and dressed..” I was beyond pissed at this point...

So now my last point Snow said the games must go on which duhh ( since we meet Katniss everdeen ) and that they will be better and everyone must watch... and more twists and turns in it...

#the ballad of songbirds and snakes #ballad of songbirds and snakes #ballad of songbirds and snakes spoilers #tbosas spoilers #tbosas #bbs #bosas spoilers #bosas #lucy gray baird #coriolanus snow #sejanus #spoilers #my reaction #sorry not sorry

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razorblade180 · 6 years ago

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Patriarchal Prison

[Schnee Manor]

*the middle of the night*

Whitley:Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!

Klein:* bust into room* Master Whitley, what is the- oh my....

*room snowing and Whitley incased in ice. Ice rods from his arms connect to the ceiling*

Whitley:*Panicing* I can’t move! W...what is going on!?

Klein:Sir please come down. I’ve seen this before.

Whitley:You what?

Klein:*Walking away*

Whitley:Don’t leave! I need help.

Klein:Don’t worry, I know just what to do. Luckily your sister is home.

*five minutes later*

Weiss:*night gown* Sigh, Whitley what do you-oh! Well would you look at that. You’re sleep freezing *sees snow on the ground* bout time. Winter would love to see this.

Whitley:Sleep freezing? This is normal?

Weiss:Your semblance has finally unlocked. It happened to Winter and I when we awakened ours. It’s just proof you’re growing up.

Whitley:Well how do I get out?

Weiss:hmmm, Klein can you prepare two hot chocolates and bring my sword. Keep the hot chocolate on the stove.

Klein:Right away *leaves the room*

Weiss:*inspecting the him* Are these rods? Pillars maybe? I got to say you really did your room a number ; it’s freezing.

Klein:*hands her sword and leaves*

Weiss:Thank you Klein. *creates a heat wave*

*almost entire room returns to normal*

Weiss:That’s more like. *trying to warm up*

Whitley:*still trapped*Aren’t you forgetting something important?

Weiss:Oh I can’t unfreeze you.

Whitley:What!?

Weiss:*points to glyph under him* That glyph is keeping you like this. Fire dust won’t really work; also I don’t want to burn your room down.

Whitley:*struggling* Are you saying I’m trapped like this!?

Weiss:Until your aura runs out; I can unfreeze you then. But.....

Whitley:But what?

Weiss:You’ll freeze again next time you fall asleep. Only you can stop this permanently by stopping the glyph by yourself.

Whitley:Well aren’t you helpful?

Weiss:Hey, consider yourself lucky. Winter had to figure all this stuff out alone and had to get Klein to smash her jail bars when she went through this. She almost got frostbite bite until she figured it out.

Whitley:Jail bars?

Weiss:That’s what she kept making every night. A small jail cell with our crest on it. None of us made the same thing.

Whitley:What did you keep making?

Weiss:....A bird cage.

Whitley:That’s....random.

Weiss:Not really *somber* Our creations represent our mindsets; the way we feel about father.

Whitley:oh...so her jail cell was...

Weiss:Her way of calling her time here a prison. She only got out when she learned to move past that idea.

Whitley:*examines himself* (I know exactly what I’m in...) Wait, I get a jail cell. A bird cage though, that’s a bit strange.

Weiss:Oh, I guess I never told you huh? Figures, we’re only now starting to get on good speaking terms.

Whitley:Told me what exactly?

Weiss:....The reason I started to hate you.

Whitley:......

Weiss:*takes a deep breath* You may or may not remember this but either way you should know I’m in the wrong here.

Whitley:Okay.....

Weiss:Your fifth birthday was coming up and like any little kid you were excited. *chuckles* I remember Klein constantly had to tell you that lie about little boys who sit still get more presents.

Whitley:*small smile* I remember it didn’t work and I tried sneaking into cellar to see if anyone hid them down there. I also remember tumbling down though steps; hard.

Weiss:*Wincing* You scraped your knee really bad. I ended up picking you up and carrying you back up because “you thought it was shattered.” Always so dramatic.

Whitley:*red* Whatever....I was basically five.

Weiss:You kept crying and crying even after you got patched up. I finally got fed up with it and started singing you a song to distract you. It ended up making you feel better.

Whitley:It was the first time I heard you sing. You caught me by surprise. I remember wanting to hear it again so I- ...... oh

Weiss:When your birthday finally came around you only wanted me to sing happy birthday. I would’ve said no but father was there and you would’ve cried. So I sang Happy Birthday; in front of him, his advisors, and the rest of snobs trying to get friendly with him.

Whitley:That was the first time you ever sang in public wasn’t it?

Weiss:Yep, and they liked it just as much or more than you. I’m typical opportunist fashion, father saw how people adored the voice of Weiss Schnee. By next morning, I’m taking singing lessons everyday. Just so he can use my talent to gain profit; I was basically his little canary. Singing to draw attention.

Whitley:Hence the bird cage....

Weiss:For years I blamed you and your constant whining for things to go your way for my situation. It wasn’t right though; all you wanted was to hear your big sis sing and it’s not like he wouldn’t have found out eventually. I despised you for enjoying my talent like everyone else; I’m sorry.

Whitley:*sigh* I...can’t really blame you. I’d be pretty pissed too in all honesty. We’ll call it even.

Weiss:Even?

Whitley:Your tenth birthday; the fight between mother and father because you wanted him to show and he didn’t.

Weiss:I remember....

Whitley:That was the last day we saw any motherly love. I always blamed you for her phoning it in on us. Even though I probably shouldn’t have.

Weiss:You were eight; of course you’d be upset. I was so upset I even blamed myself over it.

Whitley:Geez, our parents really are something huh?

Weiss:If we can even really call them that.

*both chuckle slightly*

Weiss:I least we had Winter right?

Whitley:*reserved* Actually you had Winter. Too you young to really interact remember? She was already heading to Atlas by the time I actually started to matter to this house.

Weiss:And then I went to Beacon. I really left you all alone didn’t I? *rubs his face* some big sister I turned out to be.

Whitley:Eh I wasn’t exactly being the best younger sibling. This manor really is a prison though; I can’t fault you from leaving.

Weiss:Well I’m here now at least. *smiles*

Whitley:Yeah, you are aren’t you? *smiles* too bad you can’t do anything to help my current situation.

Weiss:Oh yeah, *pulls on Ice rod* still not budging.

Whitley:That reminds me, How’d you open your bird cage.

Weiss:Simple, Winter and my fans showed me something real important. Something you showed me on your fifth birthday.

Whitley:?

Weiss:It doesn’t matter if he profits off of me. I’m using my gift to cause real smiles; that’s something he can never take. Just like that, the bird cage faded.

Whitley:That simple huh? Just owning what you have?

Weiss:Winter realized she didn’t have to be bound by his rules, I took back owner ship of my talents, and you...*looks at him*

Whitley:.....

Weiss:When will you realize you’re not his puppet to control. *looks at the rods* those are supposed to strings aren’t they?

Whitley:It’s easy to reclaim a talent someone uses Weiss. What’s not easy is looking in a mirror and accepting just how much you look like the person you hate the most.

Weiss:.....

Whitley:Everyday is a constant reminder. No matter what I say or do it’s “Just like Jacques.” I can’t stand it

“You shouldn’t have to”

Winter: *walking in with the hot chocolate* People are always gonna judge and compare. It’s important to not let it weigh you down. Or bind you in this case.

Weiss:Winter!?

Whitley:Why are you here?

Winter:Isn’t it obvious? To make sure you don’t freeze. I took a job close to home cause I figured this would be happening soon.

Klein:She rushes over as soon as I called her.

Whitley:....

Winter:*looks around the room* to be honest I was really hoping that at least you would thrive in this house. Guess we’re all sick of his influence.

Weiss:He’s really stuck in there. The glyph doesn’t even look like it’ll stop anytime soon.

Winter:*staring at Whitley* It doesn’t have to. He’s gonna breakout right now. First try.

Whitley:Like that will happen. Even you-

Winter:You’re not me are you? You’re not any of us. You’re Whitley Schnee. You’re more intelligent than I was at your age and more in control of your feelings then Weiss was.

Weiss:She’s right you know? Most importantly though, your leagues better than Father. You might look like him but that’s the only thing. He doesn’t even have a semblance.

Winter:Or the humility to see his own faults. *sips out of mug* He doesn’t even like cocoa. *holds out a mug* what about you.

Whitley:....Honestly you two.... *reaches for mug; breaking the ice apart* who doesn’t like cocoa? *sips* it’s basically the best thing for a cold house.

Winter:See? Completely different in every way. Told you that you can do it.

Whitley:Thanks...both of you.

Weiss:Don’t sweat it. We’ve all been there.

Whitley:I’m guessing it’s time to actually call it night this time....

Winter:Well...I’m already over here and have nothing planned.

Weiss:I’m actually not tired anymore so... maybe we should just spend sometime together. Haven’t done that in years.

Whitley:Klein?

Klein:*smiles* I’ll make more beverages.

Whitley:Actually I was gonna say go rest. We can take of everything from here.

Klein:Why I do believe you can. *closes door* hehehe *looks at an old picture* I do believe you can indeed.

#rwby #whitley schnee #weiss schnee #winter schnee #schneeblings #rwby klein

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kittymaverick · 5 years ago

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MCF Moths to a Flame commentary part 2...

I really heavily underestimated how much jumping I was gonna do watching the gameplay alone... So, Eipex, good job on making me scared for the MD’s life... MD: LEMME OUT. If this weren’t so entertaining, I would honestly be screaming the same still...

1. Pazu: I remember these people Who doesn’t? MD: I wish I don’t! 2. Oh, THEY MOVED THE ENTIRE DOOR HERE??? MD: ...Okay, next time, I’m not just bringing a lighter. I’m bringing lighter, and gasoline, and kerosene, and napalm, AND A TONNE OF TNT JUST TO BE SURE NOTHING OF THAT MANOR EVER SURVIVES AGAIN. 3. MD: this room, it’s like all the Ravenhearst cases in one-- I’m gonna go pass out in the corner. Eipex, when I asked for Ravenhearst, I don’t think I meant like... give the MD a full room of it... Or maybe I did... MD: I knew this case was bad before we started whyyyyyyyyy did I come whyyyyyyyyyyy *sobbing* 4. There’s even a shrine-- wait, why does Gwen’s nest have... eggs... MD, which one of the twins was it that survived? MD: Um, let me check your posts... Okay, apparently, it was Charlotte. ...Are we absolutely, 100%ly, without any doubt whatsoever, certainty beyond all reasonable speculations that Gwen LEGIT DIED WHEN ALISTAIR STABBED HER? MD: ...Look, I checked her body, OKAY? RANSACKED IT EVEN. THE DALIMARS DON’T EXACTLY STAY DEAD THOUGH IF YOU HAVEN’T EXACTLY NOTICED. (Meanwhile, probably elsewhere in this museum, maybe... Dalimars: The Master Detective sure likes arguing with themselves nowadays... they’re never going to get to the end of this game at this rate...) 5. MD: I probably shouldn’t go into a fireplace that just showed up, but... I’m too curious-- Oh, good to know you’re just like a cat like me! Which life are you on now? MD: ...Considering Ankou gave me the feather, negative 2? 6. Complex puzzles actually seem doable and logical this time! Though it is hella creepy. 7. “All the cases are too easy! I’m gonna look into some of the Master Detective cases next. Maybe there’ll be a challenge in there.“ MD: I’m second hand embarrassed about this man’s ego. And other than the security breach your agency has, can I say... Your cases don’t so much have challenges in them as so much as loose ends that never tie up... MD: Look, I REALLY try with the fire, okay??? 8. Shoot all the evil ducks. If you shoot a wrong one, you’ll have to start again! MD: THIS IS THE NEW WHACK-A-TROLL I SWEAR. Pazu: I got this. *100% it* MD: See, in the hands of a good player, I still got it. ...First, how dare you diss me. Second, You do realize your adversary now know your shooting skills, right? MD: Shut up and let me have my small victories will you? 9. Hm, Raven badge, crystal badge... wonder if the last one is going to be death badge.... MD: If the Dalimars and that Scottish guy teamed up, I’m as good as dead... 10. ...is that... is that? MD: ...ISIS??? PLEASE LET US KEEP HER AS A PET. MD: Wait, HOW DID YOU GET CAUGHT? YOU’RE BASICALLY A GHOST CAT. Isis: *innocent kitty eyes* 11. Gargoyle chest with... Madame Fate’s Crystal Ball. MD: Please tell me that’s not the real thing because if it is, I’m breaking it right here and now. I think the pieces are under lock and key because they have Charles’ soul fragments in them right now, right? MD: EXACTLY MY POINT. 12. Video guy assumes you’re a guy. MD: I’m glad as least one part of my identity has been kept secret more than anything else... (Note: MD’s voice acting in this game suggests they are feminine) 13. And the final badge is revealed to be... the cog badge? Wha? (Even Pazu is confused lol.) ((I also just realized, we’re still in the Beta segment of the videos...I’m gonna cry in act 2 and 3, aren’t I?)) 14. MD: Should I be scared or honored that someone made rooms out of my old cases? Do you really want me to answer the obvious? MD: ...Okay, VERY SCARED. FREAKED OUT SCARED. ...BUT THEN YOU KEEP ON DOING THOSE PUZZLES. MD: I CAN’T HELP IT OKAY IT’S MY OCCUPATIONAL HABIT AT THIS POINT. 15. Cheating with weights on the hammer, MD? MD: Look, I walk around a lot solving cases, but that doesn’t exactly leave me time to work out, okay? 16. Oh, so MAC... was constructed by this guy-- MD: ARE YOU SAYING MY BADGE LITERALLY BETRAYED ME??? Well... MD: I CAN’T BELIEVE IT I CAN’T EVEN TRUST MY BADGE IN THIS WORLD ANYMORE. WHERE IS THE NEAREST CLIFF I’M GONNA YEET MYSELF OFF OF IT. (...I did say they were gonna give us a companion cube just to take it away, didn’t I?...) 17. MD, considering how well you know the queen... um, why didn’t you check before coming here whether it was fake or not? MD: ... Well? MD: Look, UK’s going through Brexit right now okay, I don’t think she wants to be disturbed when her country is in a crisis. 18. Okay, past the spire staircases! And behind door number three is-- OH NO. MD: OH THANK GOD THEY ARE ALIVE. NO THAT’S NOT GOOD WE HAVE HOSTAGES. REPEAT WE HAVE HOSTAGES! 19. Chloe: Thanks for freeing me-- MD: Okay, can I first say, how could you fall for this? Um, pot calling the kettle black here? MD: ...OKAY OKAY I’LL RESCUE YOU THREE THEN WE’LL REEVALUATE OUR METHODS, TOGETHER. Aiden: Make that Archivist pay for what he did to us! Blake: ...No pressure? MD: *sobbing* 20. MD: OKAY I GOT EVERYTHING, AND THIS IS... an apprentice badge? Archivist: Yo. Wassup? *Springs trap* MD: I KNEW IT I KNEW IT I KNEW IT WE KNEW IT WE KNEW IT WE KNEW IT Other detectives: Um, oops, sorry? Archivist: Really, though, how could you fall for that? And you call yourself a Master-- MD: I AM GOING TO GET OUT OF HERE AND HURT YOU SO BAD YOU WILL WISH YOU WERE DUMBER. Archivist: Um... that wasn’t... on the script-- Me and MD: SHUT UP WE HAVE A LOT OF FRUSTRATIONS AND PARANOIA BUILT UP OVER THE YEARS TO VENT OKAY. MD: And YOU just happen to be on the receiving end of it. Archivist: *drops trap several stories down* MD: DAMN YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-- [Here endith the Beta section!] 21. Hey, we awake? MD: Yeah... awake, ish. OW. Need, to, break, out, somehow. How convenient this guy left sharp objects in the cabinet here for us to use... MD: ...How did the glass not break from the fall? ...Hey, I’m supposed to be playing captain obvious here, not you! MD: Oh right, sorry. Anyway, to vandalism! 22. Archivist: You’re sloppy, aren’t you? MD: Says the guy who left sharp objects for me to break out of here with. Probably because he WANTS you to break out. Archivist: Remember Broken Hours, detective? Tick tock-- MD: I can’t believe I preferred the Dalimars as the villains. Me neither. At least they had some competence in their madness, minus Victor. 23. Blake: Take this Detective! Quick, I’m almost out of time-- OKAY WE ACTUALLY HAVE A HOSTAGE SITUATION HURRY UP! MD: If we take back the incompetence comment, will you give us more time? Archivist: No, of course not. MD: I thought so, you incompetent bastard. Archivist: You little...! Um, PUZZLES AND LIVES TO SAVE PLEASE??? 24. MD: Solving books puzzles gives me more books? Really now, that’s real creative-- Um... is that what I think it is? MD: It’s... It’s nitroglycerin. I’m... I’m so moved. Finally someone understands me. *sobs* Might I remind you this guy has your colleagues HOSTAGE??? 25. There are literally so many references to past games that I’m like overwhelmed with joy. MD: And I’m overwhelmed with HORROR. 26. Pazu: He’s going to get squashed. THAT’S WHAT I’M SAYING. MD: Nah, he’s gonna be fine. I hope. I wish. I mean, I usually turn out fine, right? Right??? ...I’m starting to think your agency is so broke because of all the health bills you guys need to get reimbursed afterwards. 27. Archivist: You fall into my traps again and again-- Let’s be honest, that’s just an MD thing, okay? The rest of the MCF crew-- well, actually... Okay, you know what MD, the Archivist is kind of right here. It’s like you guys are literally DRAWN to traps. MD: I’m sorry for being a bad role model and starting the trend? 28. Huh, this room, looks REALLY familiar. MD: I GET IT. THIS GUY, HE’S A COPYCAT. LITERALLY NONE OF HIS THINGS ORIGINATE FROM HIM. HE’S BEEN STEALING THEM FROM EVERYWHERE AND FRANKENSTEINING THEM TOGETHER. It’s almost kind of impressive in a very disturbing way... 29. MD: Oh hey, Parker, coming with? ...I think the reason why you didn’t get a partner for this mission now is because... they all got kidnapped. MD: Yeah, I’m starting to see that now. We REALLY need better security... 30. MD: Found the center of the mechanism! Now to stop it-- WAIT, THINK, THIS IS A TRAP? MD: Gosh I hate that I have to do that for everything now... 31. Pazu: what is this obsession with badges? Someone clearly didn’t get one and is salty. MD: Gods, all four of us agents are going to need new badges after this, aren’t we. Oh gods that’s gonna come out of our pay too, I’m sure... Speaking of badges, look! You get an agent badge! MD: Can’t believe I’m saying this but I really, really, really, much prefer solving the case involving STAIN as well as about the Hope Diamond to get my qualifications than this... massive puzzle tower... Wasn’t Huntsville how you got start on the whole MD path to begin with? And solving the Hope Diamond got the queen asking you to go to Ravenhearst? MD: ...*sighs* yes, this is a trip down memory lane in the worst way possible, I swear... 32. Um, someone’s calling. You gonna pick up? MD: You know, the least you could do is fix broken things after bringing them over, Archivist? Archivist: But if I did that, where’s the SURPRISE? MD: The last group of people that tried to surprise me got their asses kicked, you know. 33. MD: Draining people of their mind force, huh? I believe the Dalimars have officially been outranked on delusions of grandeur. If this note doesn’t scream trap, I don’t know WHAT does. MD: Honestly, considering how dumbly I fall into traps... I’ll like to see the guy try to drain my brain and see what he gets out of it. 34. Is that... THE PATH TO RAVENHEARST MANOR REPLICATED INDOORS? MD: I’m both impressed, and also feeling Charles’ jealousy emitting from whereever he is sealed. Let’s just hope this guy doesn’t propose at the end too. You have all of our blessings to defenestrate him if he does. 35. Awwww he didn’t have time to finish the rest of the manor. Only got up to the gate. MD: It’s like watching someone give up half way on their ambitious project. HEY GUY, AT LEAST ALISTER AND CHARLES FINISHED THEIR PROJECTS. DID YOU? Archivist: Did they build traps like these? *Trap Chloe* MD: ....You are rising up my shit list with record speed and that doesn’t happen often. ALSO CHLOE SERIOUSLY! 36. Archivist: Too bad for your companion, she paid the price. MD: ...I KNEW I should have kept some of that nitroglycerin! Oh hey look he even has a cable car ride for you! Don’t think we’ve seen that since Return or Escape from Ravenhearst? Archivist: If you want to get to the end of the ride, take a seat, NOW. MD: Oh I’ll seat, but only because I WANT TO. Also, your chair aren’t even replicas. 37. MD: Okay the box now... let’s open it-- Oh come ON! IT’S WHACK-A-TROLL!!!!!!! 8D MD: *Smash emergency exit button* Now ladies and gentlemen, please exit the ride into the next insane area. We hope you’ve enjoy the trip BECAUSE I SURE HAVE NOT-- Really? AN AMUSEMENT PARK NEXT? You did say you weren’t having fun... 38. Aiden: HEEEEEELP! MD: ...as much as I feel sorry for the old guy, I’m also glad I’m not the one stuck in that rocket ride... 40. Oh hey, it’s whack-a... detective. AND IT’S MORE FRUSTRATING THAN WHACK-A-TROLL. REALLY EIPEX? REALLY??? MD: ...Can’t believe this, but now, I miss Whack-a-troll. 41. Archivist: Can’t believe you made it this far without realizing I was one of the missing people? MD: ... Actually... Me: That makes sense, like, I was expecting it, honestly. There WERE four missing posters and we only found three. I was wondering WHEN that was going to come up. MD: See, some of the players don’t go through 19 cases and NOT develop SOME sense of paranoia that you’re going to be betrayed. 42. Archivist: Why don’t you step through the door to claim your prize? Me: How about, no? MD: No here as well. Aiden: Also no here. LET ME GO THROUGH INSTEAD! Archivist: WAIT NO THAT’S NOT HOW IT’S SUPPOSED TO GO-- Me: ...Aaaand we’re out of the illusion. I KNEW IT! WHEN EVERYTHING WENT MISTY I KNEW SOMETHING WENT WRONG! MD: Okay, instead of celebrating you seeing this coming HOW ABOUT YOU GET ME OUT OF THIS CONTRAPTION THANK YOU. 43. Hey, you got your badge back. MD: I know. And it’s stabby. MD: I KNOW. YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS? MD: IT’S VANDALISM TIME! 44. Chloe: Hello? Anyone there? Blake: Um, same here? Aiden: AHA! Knew there was something fishy. MD: Okay, since we’re all awake, let’s do what we Master Detectives are great at doing. MDs: solving freakishly complicated puzzle panels. *sighs collectively* 45. Archivist: TOO MUCH BRAIN POWER! NOOOOO *Poofs* MD: THAT’S WHAT YOU GET FOR PLAYING GAMES WITH US-- Um, who, is, that? Basically everyone who remembers the sole survivor of the Dalimars: CHARLOTTE! [To be continue!]

#Mystery Case Files #Moths to a Flame #Big Fish Games

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unproduciblesmackdown · 6 years ago

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so being abused the entire first 2 decades of your life: what’s up with that? Night Posts Edition

- classic when finding some “uh oh relatable!” content abt various Disorderres and there’s some thing like “many symptoms overlap with ptsd” and it’s like ooh which one is applying to me?? i mean spoilers the idea that The Grouping Of Non Nt Traits And Experiences Into Distinct Classifications is not actually...an exact science and for all intents and purposes it makes no difference if i am going “oh god #me” at an informative post about adhd if actually its ptsd acting exactly the same anyways so. but yknow it’s wild n zany being like “am i overstepping my bounds b/c this was caused by coping with trauma possibly? what audacity” and etc when it really....that doesnt matter....

- also ugh @ retaining things that downplay abusers’ responsibility for their actions (in specific things you’re personally dealing with, not like, as a general stance) and shift blame onto yourself like........you have to get so used to treating someone’s Abusive Behavior as something inevitable that you can’t ever expect them to stop doing, and thus pretty much considering someone abusive like a force of nature because they’re just gonna do what they’re gonna do whenever they next get Set Off rather than like.......a person who is responsible for their own behavior and in control of their own choices and like. especially zany when you’re a kid and they’re your parent so there’s the Power Imbalance of them being an adult and the other power imbalance of them being in control of your whole existence. but so like even just the other year i was taking the blame for calmly speaking back to a grownass man close to thrice my age raging at me and saying like, not verbatim but the idea of like “ugh i know it was partly my fault for even saying anything back to him because i knew he’d just continue to yell but unfortunately i just refuse to weather that kind of behavior without standing up for myself at all anymore” but like no!!!! that’s shifting all the responsibility for this other person’s behavior onto myself, like i Made him choose to shout at me at like 4am because he sucks and has some kind of superiority power trip issues. cuz i am well within rights to respond to anyone addressing me and it’s Not my fault at all that he chooses to react the way he reacts.

- also that i was ready to excuse my being blamed for this by others because they were closer to that person than they were to me and i was gonna be like “okay i Get wanting to defend someone who’s closer to you” but no!!!! actually!!!! i may get it but i don’t condone excusing anyone’s horrible behavior in the least just cuz you know them or they’re friends or family or something. in fact that’s terrible. i’m just primed to be Used To It because of the weird situation of parental abuse where there’s other people also trapped in this location and daily life with an abuser and if someone “causes” the abuser to start being shitty then they’ll get blamed / resented for that. me and my siblings seem more like friendly acquaintances b/c we had to be pitted against each other in these kinds of ways for eons until we were all in our teens and got some more Space and kind of realized that we weren’t each others enemies and got closer and my dumb little brother was old enough to stop being a whiny binch and Owed me for helping him with math hw over the phone from 2 hrs drive away lol.....jk, sort of.....we did get along great eventually but then i left thanks to said abuse and us talking via twitter isn’t at all the same as us being able to talk in person :/

- also one thing that sometimes Strikes me is that when i’m like blandly recalling incidents of abuse like “oh yeah, that time” it bothers me less to think about stuff that happened to me specifically than to think about times it was Other people who were being treated that way. the latter was always equally or probably more upsetting and it always felt just as bad in the moment anyways, there was no major distinction in the Abuse In Progress experience if it was directed mostly on you than on other people

- all my life i’ve also been super stubborn which never helped and even Abuse MaGee would have to try to get creative with Disciplinary Systems and there was this golden “punishment” which was eat dinner in your room by yourself and i was like oh my god can i really. the horror of Family Dinner was like, this dark comedic farce playing out in that house for all our lives. christ. speaking of being stubborn this one time my sister cut my toe with a knife (half accidentally) because i refused to stop swinging my legs despite her holding the knife under the table lol and i also refused to tell on her b/c we were All In This Together (that is, Us vs The Abuser, which always took precedence over any internal conflict in our faction lol)

- always remembering how my “’”””””””defining”””””””””” trait was always getting good grades except the only reason i ever felt this pressure was the time my sister caught shit for getting a C, and i wasn’t even getting A - F letter grades yet and was already like jfc guess i can’t like....get a single C ever.....the joke is i’ve always been a godawful student who hates school, i just also managed to get great grades fairly easily, b/c of the devil probably. i’m sorry

- love to wonder what interests i might have been able to explore if i didn’t want to hide anything i was genuinely interested in and other True Thoughts And Feelings from my ‘rents. who knows!!! even now i’m not sure what i like and my vague ideas about it are all mostly In Theory and i don’t have any hopes and dreams b/c of never being able to really consider my own interests and desires and also because when every day of your life is basically spent in survival mode about everything else, that’s not really conducive to having dreams and ambitions. see also: like, being really poor

- The Weird Experience when only one of your parents is abusive and the other parent is also experiencing spousal abuse and so like, even though they’re your parent, you know that they don’t really have equal power as the abusive one because they too are being abused? it’s a complicated thing b/c that’s how every individual experience with abuse is (complicated). and so you’ve got this bizarre situation where maybe someone cares about you but they can’t really protect you from this other person. and like, my dad is crap and in some areas even a crappier person than my abusive mom and also i hate him, but i only hate him for certain things lmao not for being abused or some ways he tried to deal with it. i know what’s trash and what’s not

- the zany experience of No One Will Help You Ever.....lucky for me i eventually figured out on my own that what i’d been living with all the time had actually been abuse for real all along! and yet still i knew that like, there wasn’t much i could immediately do with that information because..........yknow, what do you actually do. i was basically already 18, so. and even if i hadnt been. there’s nothing to do for it!! just sucks to be you, basically. but an exception is that when one day i texted my friend to ask if i might be able to leave my house overnight and crash at their family’s place for a little bit, their parents immediately were like Yes Of Course and they let me stay there for a week and were very nice about all of it. between them and the nice trans lady who gave me some more Housing Assistance by letting me stay in her spare room for like, most of december.....my Allies. plus someone who talked to me via online once i bailed on my ‘rents! if they read this they know who they are and they have continued to be so kind and generous ugh love and appreciate you

- god just individual occasions of “THIS bullshit that i went through this one time” of especially ridiculous incidents.....i could go on for eons

- sort of tangentially related and related to the first point but ugh specific memories of Moments In Which It Continued To Be Revealed To Me That I, Individually, Was Prone To Being Kind Of Socially Ostracized.....like my ass started noticing that shit as soon as i was around other kids aka preschool aka 4 yrs old.......like i’m usually somewhat withdrawn and cautious and quiet in social situations especially what with the association that “misbehaving” = trauma exposure so, yknow, that might be a way that you’re pressured into just keeping to yourself and keeping your head down. but talk about “i don’t really relate to other people my age” lmao like i always preferred interacting with adults really while by and large dealing with the other kids felt like a challenge that i was never gonna actually come out on top of and i still remember individual Efforts i’d make to ~fit in~ and Participate that just fell flat or got me actively excluded....Ugh City........and it’s like, i could make a list of Social Traits i think i have that help make it difficult for people to be interested in interacting with me, or “contribute” to those joyous occasions when you get to sit back and take in the thinly veiled contempt directed at you by various shitheads, but like, even that’s not really the right way to explain it. its kind of more a Greater Than The Sum Of Its Weird Parts sorta combined experience where i guess i just have this kind of Negative Je Ne Sais Quoi that gets ya the social brushoff / rejection. c’est ce que c’est. the joke is i actually like people and socializing In Theory, i just usually don’t get to do it. shoutout to the advanced relatability of alana calling everyone Acquaintances b/c i literally did/do that lmao......like are we friends if we don’t talk all that often? it’s part on me cuz i’m crap at being the person to initiate conversation cuz too often i assume i’d be an annoyance and also b/c conversation with me is like, not great lmao but still......ce’st l’a v’ie

anyways (clip from that fuckin song where it’s like WHO CAN RELATE lmao.mp3)

#long post //////#the entire first quarter (at least lol) of my life being Devastated By Abuse means i get to complain about it whenever i feel like it

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shirtlesssammy · 6 years ago

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1x05: Bloody Mary

Then:

A Season One Aesthetic

Now:

Toledo, Ohio

Sleepover Friends are playing a game of Truth or Dare. One girl tasks another to say “Bloody Mary” in the bathroom mirror three times. (The girl is Sam’s double in Mint Condition!) The girl, Lily, is impervious to the legends surrounding Bloody Mary so she heads to the bathroom to check off her Dare. Nothing happens and her friends and her laugh at their silly antics.

Their noise alerts her father, who tells them to keep it down. As he’s walking back to bed, he passes 5,000 mirrors, and each one is reenacting The Ring. He heads to the bathroom to pop some happy pills --and there’s another mirror.

Downstairs, Lily’s older sister busts in, with some mild ribbing for her kid sister and a whole lotta IDGAF attitude about missing curfew. She heads upstairs and finds her dead father in a pool of his own blood.

Sam’s dreaming of his dead girlfriend. Dean wakes him and says, “Sooner or later we’re going to have to talk about this.” Sam deflects in true Winchester fashion. They’re in Toledo at the morgue, investigating the death of Lily’s father.

The morgue attendant is less than impressed with the unannounced med students. I’m less than impressed with their cosplay. It is almost refreshing to watch these early episodes just to reflect on later seasons and know how much Dean embraces the things he loves about the job. He’s just cool bravado here, but no one’s buying the schtick. Sam cuts to the chase and throws money at the man. Dean balks at Sam’s careless use of Dean’s hard earned money. This appropriately timed post from @pinkandsatiny-blog showed up on my dash this AM.

Once inside and looking at the victim, they see his eyes have liquefied.

Sam posits that maybe this is just “some freak medical thing.” Dean scoffs and assures him that this is supernatural.

They talk to the daughter. At the wake. In their hunter garb. At least Dean has presence of mind to note that they’re underdressed.

On principle I refuse to stoop this low but, SAME, LADY, SAME:

The boys talk to Donna, the older daughter, about her father’s stroke. Lily pops in to say it wasn’t a stroke. She caused his death because she said Bloody Mary in the mirror.

The brothers head inside to take a peek at the bathroom. Sam info dumps lore about Bloody Mary. The legend indicates that the person who says the words will die, but that’s not what happened here. One of Donna’s friends, Charlie, appears and demands that the Winchesters tell her the truth. They do --to a point, and ask her to contact them if her or her friends see anything weird.

They head to the library! Time to dig a little into public records and such to find a Mary who died in front of a mirror. Dean’s already pre-annoyed with research, and once Sam sees the computers are out of order, he too is annoyed.

Donna’s two friends, Charlie and Jill, are talking on the phone about Sam and Dean, and then Jill jokes about Bloody Mary. (So does this pass the Bechdel test or not? Hmm.) Charlie tells Jill to knock it off. Jill utters the words in the mirror anyway --and screams and laughs and so funny amirite? Jill and Charlie get off the phone. Jill strips down to her underwear in her mirror filled room, as one does. And Bloody Mary is waiting (she’s even waiting in the reflection on the television --which sends me down a rabbit hole of thought: What makes a mirror?) Jill heads back to the bathroom, and while at the mirror her reflection doesn’t mimic her. Instead, it stares her down and the eyes start to bleed. But so do Jill’s eyes.

Then the reflection tells Jill, “You did it. You killed that boy.” Jill falls over dead.

Sam continues to dream of Jess burning on their ceiling. My heart aches for him. #GiveSamaDogandaTherapist2K05 He wakes and Dean asks what he dreamed about, but Sam deflects again. Dean’s been doing research but getting nowhere fast. Dean’s starting to doubt that it’s really the Bloody Mary legend at play. Sam gets a call from Charlie, who fills them in on Jill’s death. They enlist Charlie to help them with their plan. The boys do a sweep of Jill’s bedroom. Sam finds something on infrared and takes the bathroom mirror down. On the back, under blacklight, there’s a handprint and the name “Gary Bryman”. Research shows that Gary Bryman was an 8 year old boy killed in a hit and run that was never solved (like, Charlie knew instantly that it was Jill’s car, uh, what the hell DMV?) They head to Donna’s house to find the name “Linda Shoemaker” --Donna’s mother who overdosed on sleeping pills. Donna storms off after their inquiry. Charlie puts it together that their dad killed their mom.

Dean starts a nationwide search for their source.

He finds an unsolved murder of a Mary Worthington in Fort Wayne, Indiana.

Cut to Fort Wayne, Indiana. A retired detective tells Sam and Dean about the Mary Worthington murder. Mary wanted to leave town and make a name for herself, but she was killed before she could make good on any of her plans. She was found with her eyes cut out. YEESH. The detective pulls out her old files. One of the shots of her body shows letters written out across a mirror; he thinks she was trying to spell the name of her murderer.

The detective’s bet? A local surgeon, Trevor Sampson. (He’s dead now.) So, a vengeful ghost! Sam asks where she’s buried but they learn that she was cremated. However, there was an ornate mirror in the photo of her body, which connects her to the mirror hauntings. The mirror is back in the family’s possession. The Winchesters are on the job! Huzzah!

Back with our tempestuous Toledo teens, they continue to argue over the existence of Bloody Mary. In a school bathroom.

Side note: I asked Boris to recap this episode because the Bloody Mary myth tapped into a deep phobia of mine. When I was in Kindergarten, we used to be ushered to the bathroom by our teacher and left there for ten minutes or so to use it as a class. Sometimes there were big kids using the bathroom at the same time, and a favorite way to scare the little kids was to turn off the lights and intone, “Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, I killed your seven sons!” In our version of the myth, you turned around three times, repeating that phrase. Friends, I still get a little scared in front of a dark mirror, and refuse to do more than glance at one in passing. (Though after years of desensitizing myself, I can finally walk around dark mirrors without imagining that I’m seeing Bloody Mary’s dark visage.)

Anyway, back to the episode. Donna says “Bloody Mary” three times and then stalks out of the bathroom dismissively. Who’s gonna die? Who has a DARK SECRET? In chemistry class, we learn about ions and also that Charlie’s the one with the dark secret! She pulls out a compact mirror to look for monsters and spots Bloody Mary lurking behind her. She screams and flees the classroom.

Meanwhile, Sam’s trying to use his charm to get ahold of the mirror, only to learn that it’s been sold to an estate business. A week ago. What a coincidink. The mirror’s now in Toledo, which explains our traveling Bloody Mary. Sam explains a piece of lore that we never see again - that people used to cover mirrors so the spirits of the recently departed don’t get trapped. Dean’s ready to SMASH that mirror and kill the ghost. Go for it, Dean Bean.

Charlie calls Sam and the next scene has the Winchesters covering every reflective surface in her room. Sam coaxes her to open her eyes. Hey, Sam. What about those limpid doe eyes you sport in every episode? THOSE things are killers, man.

Eyes are the windows to vengeful ghosts

Dean grills Charlie about her deadly secret. She had a scary boyfriend who threatened to kill himself when she broke up with him. When he died, she blamed herself.

Later in the car, Sam spins out a theory that smashing the original mirror won’t do anything. They need to summon Mary to the mirror first and then they can smash it. Otherwise, her spirit will just flit from mirror to mirror like a sprite and never get caught. Sam thinks that Mary will go after him and Dean pulls over in disgust. Time for a parenting moment, friends.

Sam thinks that Jessica’s death was his fault. Dean gives Sam a rousing speech about not blaming himself which is R I C H coming from Dean. But…early days, right? Sam confesses that there are Further Sekrets of Sam Effing Winchester. Dean throws Sam some A grade bitch face.

For YOU THROW THAT SHADE Science

They break into the antique shop and stalk around, finding a giant storeroom full of mirrors. “Fuck my life,” Dean basically says. They explore the antique warehouse full of mannequins and insidious lamps. Sam calls for Bloody Mary and they get their smashin’ hands ready.

When Mary doesn’t show, Dean double-checks the entrance and spots bright headlights. He heads outside to head off security. Meanwhile, Bloody Mary shows up in the surrounding mirrors. AS we watch, Mirror!Sam starts to bleed. “It’s your fault,” Mirror!Sam says. “You killed her.”

Outside, Dean is…incredibly awkward talking with security. He claimed he was the owner’s son but the owner is implied not to be white. Dean explains that he’s adopted and…oh lord, Dean. They’re not buying his story AT ALL, so Dean knocks them both out quickly.

Mirror!Sam tells us Sam’s dark secret. Sam had been having nightmares about Jessica’s horrific death months before she died.

Dean races back inside, only to find Sam crumpled to the ground. Dean smashes the mirror like the goddamn HULK. Dean hauls Sammy “It’s Sam” Winchester out of the room. Unfortunately, by smashing the mirror they’ve only freed Mary.

She crawls out of the mirror Ring-style and starts to bleed out both brothers. Dean grabs a mirror and shines it on Mary.

Mirror!Mary actually seems more lucid that creepy-crawly Mary and tells her that she killed everyone. Mary dissolves in a puddle of blood.

Dean and Sam run Charlie back home. Be free, little butterfly! (I’m still super weirded out by your name.)

Sam tells her that she needs to forgive herself for her boyfriend’s death. Sometimes bad things just happen. Dean whacks Sam on the arm and tells him that it’s good advice. Pot. Kettle. Black.

As they’re played off the screen, Dean asks what Sam’s secret was, but Sam holds his cards close for a little while longer. As Sam stares moodily out the window, he sees Jessica standing on the street corner, white dress fluttering dramatically.

Yep. Everything’s fine.

(And because Boris loves those parallels, she’s just going to drop this gifset down and run away.)

Bloody Quotes, Bloody Quotes, Bloody Quotes:

Sooner or later we’re gonna have to talk.

How many times in Dad’s long career has it ever been a freak medical thing and not some sign of some awful supernatural death?

Spirits don’t exactly see shades of gray.

It’s Sam.

Hey Sam. It’s gonna be like six hundred years back luck?

You’re my brother, and I’d die for you. But there are some things I need to keep to myself.

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unknowngirl199424-blog · 6 years ago

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Pt. 3

Now being the pretty innocent girl i was. I smoked weed very occasionally. Drank every now and then. But that was it really. I smoked cigs. Stupid choice i made at an even more stupid young age. I was 13 when i tried it. 15 when i started smoking every day. (My parents knew, they didn't care) my younger sister had been smoking for years. She partied a lot. Drank a lot. Smoked a lot. Took a lot of pills. Would steal my moms pain pills that she needed from the back surgeries. Mom would run out at the end of the month and would bawl... Literally wail in pain. And it never stopped my sister. I caught her several times. Id get pissed. Ask her wtf she was doing, or why... But she never stopped. I never told... I was drowning in depression. It started when i was 13. After my grandma passed. I changed... She was my world.

My parents partied ALOT!

Used LOTS of drugs...

Ranging from just weed, to coke, to meth...

The first half of my life... From birth till... 14? I think was when they quit all the hard shit for good. They were just... Mom and dad. I mean i loved them, i respected them, but... I didn't have anything to compare it to. It was normal for me to walk in and see light bulbs just randomly on the coffee table.

It was normal for me to wake my sis up in the morning, helping her get dressed, teeth brushed, food in her belly and out the door waiting on the bus. Every day. We lived in the country about 20 miles from town where our friends were. So all we had was each other. In the summer as soon as the sun started to show, 7:00ish. My parents would rush into our room. One would wake up me while the other would wake my sister. Rush us up and to get dressed and outside. We'd be outside alllllllllll day long in the summer in Oklahoma heat. They'd have friends over and lock the doors. We played. Sometimes the friends would bring their kids and we'd run around and play all day. I was a tom boy. I had scarred bloody knees almost daily from wrecking my bike. Would just walk around the property we lived on. Played with our dogs. Pissed off snakes that liked to live in the barn or chicken coop. I ran a lot. BUT IT WAS NORMAL TO ME. They started to quit when i was 12. Then grandma passed. They started again. Didn't stop for good until mom was hurt and dad was fired for pissing dirty for weed, coke, and meth. He was rehired 6 months later. But shit was rough at the time. So after losing my grandma. I went into myself. She loved me, took care of me. Gave me what i wanted and needed. I basically broke. I was never really an over joyous kid. I was raped and molested by my cousin. And so i always carried pain. But grandma was who made me happy. She passed. And from that point in my life from 13 to 18. I cut a lot. I was emotionless most days. But some days I'd break and cry for hours. For the longest time i thought i was depressed because of grandma. But i realized... Depression is a disease. And once you get a good dose of it, it stays. It twists and folds and wiggles its way into every fibre of your being and clings. And bad things that go on add to it and over time, you are eye level deep terrified you're gonna go under soon and no one will notice. Well over the years shit was added. Once I realised i could.... Not feel the pain and sadness... I latched on. Over time the occasional smoking weed went to every day several times a day. Drinking came up for awhile but i hated feeling like shit the next day so i quit. My ex gave me a pain pill one day.

I realised that not only could i get away from the pain and depression, i could feel fucking amazing while doing so. So it started out ya know. Once a week. Just one. To 2 a week to 4 a week to at least 1 every day. When we went up north. Pills were every where. Drugs in general. And i wanted to experience things. We had fun. Went lots of places. Did lots of things. Parties, festivals, fairs, amusement parks, museums, art museums, craft fairs, art stores, book stores, malls, movie theaters.. Just... it was great. I met her friends. They were like her. We partied a lot. I was soley living in the moment for once instead of striving to please everyone else. It was a stupid choice. But it was my choice. Over the years. The fun with it stopped... it became a nessecity. She got shitty and mean sober and i was just as miserable. I wanted happiness not that. Her dad would give us pain pills every day and muscle relaxers. If we did literally anything for him he'd pay us in pills. My ex was also prescribed pain pills too! We'd go through them so quick and then he'd give them to us so we didn't go through withdrawal. By year 3 (2015) I'm 21. I'm working a few months here a few months there. Living the same daily cycle. My day didn't start until pills were thrown down my throat. The habit got bad. I was to a point i was taking fucking handfulls of pills. Daily. And didn't feel ok until then. The few days i didn't have them, i literally slept all day and all night. I was burying my issues with a dark coping mechanism.

I started falling out of love. I left her once last year and we got back together the next day. I told her she couldn't keep stopping me from leaving because it was making me hate her. She wouldnt let go. We stayed together for 4 months. I broke up with her and moved back to oklahoma the beginning of this year. But she was my comfort. Pills were my comfort. After being here for 4 months i let her come back. It was bad. I got back into pills again and one day i told her i didn't want to be with her anyone. She was here for a month at that point. But she wasn't trying to work. She wouldn't do anything. But look for pills. I told her i was done. She gave me some pills. I didn't know what they were but she told me they were for anxiety. And i was really upset. So i took them. We kept arguing. She kept giving me more. My parents stopped by to drop something off, i guess i was wayyyyy out of it. They leave. The fight blows up. I tell her i want her gone. She kept refusing. Idk what happened. It was like a light switch went off. I went to the kitchen and grabbed a steak knife and sliced my wrist up for the first time ever... I only cut my stomach and thighs as a teen. She came around the corner and saw what i was doing and broke a glass vase i had. She ran over and grabbed the blade. Started yanking it from me. I guess we fought over it pretty hard cuz all i remember was it flying across the room and when i got back 6 days later it was soooo bent up.

She kept going and going and i grabbed a piece of glass and cut, she got it away and i just collapsed to the floor. She tried hugging me. I screamed at her for being toxic for me. To not touch me. To just call my mom. My mom shows up. Its like 11:30 at night at this point and she freaks out. My ex starts shit with her. They argue. I scream at them that they needed to stop and mom took me to the er. I guess by that point i was in and out of consciousness. One thing i do remember was seeing an old teacher that i had from yearrrrs ago when i went to a vocational school to become a certified nurse aid. I really looked up to her at 17. Admired her. She was a Dr there in the er. It was humialting. I cried. I guess i pissed in a cup for em or something. I don't remember. But they told my mom (which i didn't find out till almost a week later) that i was overdosing. That all of what i took hadn't caught up and that's why i was talking really crazy and blacking out. I don't remember. But the next morning i wake up. There was a cop sitting next to my bed. 20 mins later im being handcuffed and put in a cruiser and drove over a hr to a phych place. Guess the dr asked me the night before what would happen if i went home and i said i didn't know. So they legally put me there for 5 days so i couldn't be any harm to myself.

5 good things about being put there.

1. I had no access to pills, alcohol, even cigarettes. So i was very very clear headed. The first time in almost 6 years. Had time to think about where tf my life has landed me.

2. I realized how fucking truly bad our relationship was. And came to the conclusion that if we stayed together. One, if not both of us was gonna end up in a casket. Whether it be from pills or not. It was gonna happen.

3. I realized that i deserved wayyyy better. Relationship wise. Life wise. I deserved someone who could push me in the healthy direction. Make positive choices. I felt like instead of maturing, i was still trapped in an 18 yr olds mentality.

4. I ended it. And that time i meant it. There's nothing she could offer me. That would make me go back. Not a million dollars, not a billion, not even all the stars in the sky. I have nothing for her.

5. I met someone who treats me amazing now. Who pushes me. Keeps me away from the shit. I've been pain pill free for 5 months and its staying that way.

And for once... I'm starting to actually feel happy. Genuinely. I was prescribed anti depressants, anti anxiety, and a sleep disorder med. I stopped taking the anti depressants because they made it worse. But im to the point where the good days finally out weigh the bad. And when the bad come, i roll with it.

For the new year. I have a few goals.

1. Continue all the hard work ive put into myself. Keep eating healthy. Keep exercising. Keep pushing myself forward. No more settling for less what what i truly want.

2. Stay tf away from pain pills. 👍 keep fighting that demon in me who whispers how good I would feel or how one wouldn't hurt...

3. Quit smoking cigs. They're killing me. My lungs hurt all the time.

4. Continue bettering my life. I got away from her for 4 months and i had my own home, vehicle, and a high paying easy job. Brought her back for a month, had a suicidal moment. But she's gone and im in a great relationship. And I'm fucking HAPPY!

5. Quit being so fucking hard on myself. I hate the way i look, i hate my body. But they can be changed. Stress over things that need it but relax more. I'm 24. I still have time.

I STILL HAVE FUCKIN TIME

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thefemdomenchantress · 6 years ago

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The Enchantress #89

A bit of a minor story (Edit: Never mind, it turned out long. I keep doing this to myself!) in between big works. These are the same amazons from #32. I like to believe that the amazons weren’t bad people and really didn’t understand how the Enchantress had screwed them and the hero over at the time. They’re pals now.

Hero: I come bearing gifts of wheat and dyes.

Amazonian Guard: Come on in, hero. You don’t need to bring a gift every time you come here.

The hero is lead into the amazonian work camp. Women all around him look up as he passes by. Some even wave at the familiar sight. He waves back.

Finally he makes it to the medicine woman of the tribe.

Amazon MW: Ah, hero. You’re the only one male that I would trust with the task.

Hero: What is it that you need of me, medicine woman?

Amazon MW: Not a simple task at all, I’m afraid. Please, come into the tent and see for yourself.

They walk into a stone and wood building that serves as the village infirmary. They walk to a sealed off door, which the medicine woman unlocks. They both enter the room.

It’s a windowless room kept aglow with glowing fungi. There is a bed. Upon that bed is a young amazonian woman who couldn’t be much more than twenty years of age. She sits up as they enter the room and smiles, her eyes barely open.

Hero: Who is this?

Amazon MW: She is called “Fire Heir” and is the youngest heir to the East Amazonian throne. She will one day inherit control of not insubstantial amount of land and resources. But she’s ill.

Fire Heir: ~Tee hee~ A man! How funny…

Amazon MW: Don’t mind her. She’s been possessed by some sort of magical affliction that I don’t have a cure for readily available. It warps her personality, drowns her inhibitions and makes her say what’s on her mind-

Fire Heir: Oh my Gods! I’m going to die!

Amazon MW: No no no! It’s not fatal at all, dear! *Turning to the hero and whispering* But it could be permanent if it’s not treated soon. I may not know much about this ailment, but I bet a well traveled person such as yourself has seen at least something similar before?

Hero: I have, yes. And there has always been either a cure or treatment. I’m sure there’s one for this too.

Amazon MW: Excellent! I am confident that with your experience and resources we shall be able to cure her. But I will also need you to act as this Fire Heir’s caretaker as well.

Hero: But why ask me to do this? I’m sure you have amazons who would be better equipped for this job.

Amazon MW: Two reasons, hero. One, there is a rule among us that heirs to the throne may not be touched by any fellow amazons aside from us medicine women.

Hero: Hmm. That’s not as uncommon a rule as you’d think. I know many countries and kingdoms who have even stricter laws pertaining to how royalty is treated.

Amazon MW: The second is that Fire Heir has been the target of several assassinations since she’s been ill. Fellow heirs after her inheritance see her sickness as a chance to kill her off and pass her death as illness-related. It would work too, as much of the village believes the illness as deadlier than it is.

Fire Heir: ~They wanna off my head, ‘cuz they’re jealous of the big ol’ land I’m gonna get when my mom dies. *Giggles* I’m in tough shit, ain’t I?

Hero: I’ll protect her. And I’ll help you develop the cure. But… One question?

Amazon MW: Yes?

Hero: …Why did you not simply ask The Enchantress for help?

Amazon MW: *Looks guilty* She is still our benefactor, despite the… incident… But we trust her less and less nowadays.

Hero: Hmm.

Amazon MW: I, personally, was not available at the time when they… kidnapped you… If I had I would have determined the true cause of their illnesses in time to stop them-!

Hero: I don’t blame you, medicine woman. Nor do I blame your queendom. Let’s get to work.

*** *** ***

Hero: It’s been three days, Fire Heir. Me and the medicine woman are still hard at work. Are you feeling okay? Feeling any better, at least?

Fire Heir: *Grabs the hero by the shoulder* Nope! Still a dumb dumb!

Hero: It’s not permanent. I assure you.

Fire Heir: ~Hehehe, it’s not that bad! I definitely feel happier this way. Is that wrong?

Hero: Well, whether you’re happy or not we’re still gonna cure you. *Takes her hands off his shoulder, but she fights back*

Fire Heir: ~Nooo, please! Let me touch you!

Hero: Huh?

Fire Heir: ~I haven’t felt anyone’s skin since I was a child! Except for the ol’ medicine woman.

Hero: Um, I don’t think I should- Oof!

The heir pulled the hero down onto the bed, and fell asleep holding him in her muscular arms. Her illness did nothing to hinder her physical might. The hero remained trapped in her arms until rescued by the medicine woman.

*** *** ***

Fire Heir: ~You two are spending SO MUCH time together! Are you dating?

Amazon MW: *Chuckling as she rubs oil on Fire Heir’s bare back* I doubt my wife would approve of that, Fire Heir. Besides, everyone knows of the hero’s tangled mess of a love life, and no one wants to get caught in that web.

Hero: Don’t go telling her that! She’ll misunderstand!

Fire Heir: ~Aww… I wish the hero wasn’t dating anyone… I want to mate with him…

The hero splutters and nearly drops the medicine tin as the medicine woman laughs.

Amazon MW: Fire Heir, you don’t even know what “mating” is.

*** *** ***

Hero, swinging his sword: Gah! Take THIS!

Assassin Amazon: GRAH! Damn you! May the enchantress betray you and EAT YOUR SOUL YOU DAMN-!

The assassin doesn’t get another word out as the hero kicks her in the chin, knocking her out.

Hero: Fire Heir? Where are you, you’re safe!

Fire Heir peers from behind the stone bed she had been hiding from.

Fire Heir: ~I’m in tough shit… I’m in such tough shit…

Hero: Hey now, no you’re not. I’ll protect you until it’s all over.

Fire Heir: ~I… I can’t… I don’t know what to do… Nothing makes sense, and maybe nothing will ever make sense again, and there are people trying to kill me and… And… And I don’t know how not to be sad about it…

The heir gasps as the hero wraps his arms around her, embracing her.

Hero: I never said you couldn’t be sad. I just said it’s going to be okay.

The heir sobbed into his shoulder.

*** *** ***

Hero: We’ve made some progress. The problem remains, however, that this cure will be a little more painful than we anticipated. Lots of injections, needles, and even minor surgery to extract the parasite…

Amazon MW: The worst part is that there is no anaesthetic that works on Amazon bodies.

Hero: Well, we’ll have to make the world’s first one then. I have grown protective of Fire Heir and I want to see what she’s like when she isn’t sick.

Amazon MW: I too would like to see her old self again. So soft and polite… On the topic, have you taken to sleeping beside her?

Hero: It comforts her, I think.

*** *** ***

Fire Heir: …~Hero?

Hero, reading a book about surgery: Yes?

Fire Heir: ~Will you tell me about the enchantress and the princess?

Hero: … *Puts the book away* How do you know about them?

Fire Heir: ~D’aw, everyone knows about them you silly bison, you! The enchantress says she’s your real girl and the princess is just a girl on the side but… We don’t trust her all that much…

Hero: Oh. Well, don’t believe anything she says. I don’t want to talk about them.

Fire Heir: ~ Oh Come on! Just a little bit, please?

Hero: …Would it make you happy?

Fire Heir: ~Happy enough to sleep alone at night again, if that’s what it’ll take to get you to talk.

Hero: Hmm… Okay. Well, you know the enchantress. I don’t know what she’s said to you, but she and I actually don’t-

Fire Heir: ~ No no no, please start with the juicier stuff! We know a lot about the enchantress already so tell me about the princess first!

Hero: Sure. She… She was my best friend. I met her when we were really young. I was around six, maybe seven. And she’s royal, just like you I suppose.

Fire Heir: ~Oooh, so she wasn’t allowed to be touched by anyone either?

Hero: Anyone of peasant blood. That means… You know what? Never mind. It just means she wasn’t allowed to be touched by basically anyone. But she also wasn’t allowed to have friends. She was raised mostly by caretakers.

Fire Heir: ~Just like me…

Hero: She knew nothing of the world. Even I knew moreso than her, and I was feral. So I would sneak into her room at night and we’d play and learn from each other.

Fire Heir: ~And mate?

Hero: No. We’d play, and pretend we had normal lives. I’d go on long quests, but I always came back to her, with gifts and cool stories to tell. She… she was my first home.

Fire Heir: ~Oh…

Hero: But we don’t play anymore. We still talk, and we’re still friendly. But… But we can’t talk to each other like we used to.

Fire Heir: ~You don’t touch? You don’t hug, or kiss, or at least hold hands?

Hero: We used to. We don’t anymore. Because we know it’s best for her this way. One day she will…

The hero takes a minute to collect himself. Fire Heir notices how deep a breath he takes before he speaks again.

Hero: She’ll marry someone else. A prince, or duke… someone a princess is supposed to marry. So we can’t pretend we’re… that we can be close.

Fire Heir: … ~I think you two should still touch.

Hero: Why do you think so?

Fire Heir: ~I know for a fact that she probably wants to, and not being able to must be killing her.

Hero: … I suppose-!

The Fire Heir is suddenly slapping him on the head like a drum.

Fire Heir: ~Don’t be a meanie to your princess, fuckhead!

*** *** ***

Fire Heir: ~Nooo! Let them go, you shitty cunts!

Assassin #1: Only if you comply, girl.

The hero is held down by two assassins as a third holds a knife to the medicine woman. Fire Heir is standing up, swaying from the effort. She holds the hero’s sword, which had been knocked out of his hands previously.

Fire Heir: You awful troglodytes! Don’t you hurt them!

Assassin #1: While the hero has been kept awake by your night terrors, neediness, and trite whining we have been plotting this moment! Stop resisting and let us poison you. We can’t use our swords on you, unfortunately.

The assassin walks up to the Fire Heir, confident in her ability to deal with a sick woman who has never wielded a weapon in her life before… and is given a burning cut across her fingers for her troubles.

Assassin #1: Tch! Surprising… So the hero’s taught you a few tricks… But you’re still too weak for me. Girls, keep the medicine woman in chains. We’ll need to make sure her death matches Fire Heir’s so we can claim them as “symptoms” of “illness.”

Assassin #2: What about the hero?

Assassin #1: *Grinning* Do what you will.

One of the assassins knead the hero’s crotch through his pants. Fire Heir almost drops the sword in shock. The hero squirms as he grows erect.

Hero: Urk! D-damn it…

Fire Heir: ~W-wait… what’s going on?

Assassin #1: You’ve never seen a male orgasm before, have you? Growing distracted I see.

Fire Heir watches, mesmerized as the hero squirms in their grasp, trying to resist. The way he wiggles his hips, the way he begins to moan, the way he seems to unwillingly enjoy the torture despite hating it…

She almost doesn’t notice the assassin approaching her until it is almost too late. In her shock she follows her instinct and throws the sword back to the hero.

The hero catches it in his mouth, slashing at his two surprised opponents. He quickly dives at the head assassin, slaying her before she could touch the heir. The ones holding the medicine woman had already fled.

Fire Heir:~Is… Is medicine woman safe?

Hero: She’ll be fine. They merely slipped her some sleeping powder. I’m proud of you, heir. You did the best you-?

Fire Heir had leaned down at the hero and was poking at his crotch, looking at it in curiosity. The hero doesn’t move, bewildered. Even among corpses of assassins, the dazed woman is more focused on his cock.

The hero tries to tell her to stop, but she is too out of it to hear him. He tries to pry her wrist away from his cock, but she’s too strong and has already wrapped two hands around his erection through his pants.

He doesn’t want to hurt her, and every other method of removing her in his skill set would do so. So he stands there and vainly struggles to stop her.

She pulls down his pants. He’s erect and hard. She holds his cock in her hands, feeling the warmth. It’s large, much larger than the biology books implied. The tip is growing wet. She squeezes gently and hears the hero moan. The sound is delicious.

Hero: Fire Heir…

She squeezes again. And again. It’s growing wet at the tip. She squeezes again, but this time she doesn’t let go. She holds it and tugs once to see what would happen and hears the hero yelp.

Hero: Fire Heir!

She wants so badly to know what it would taste like…

Hero: FIRE HEIR!

Fire heir hears him and looks up. The hero is staring frantically at her, trying to pull away from her firm, tight grasp. He’s obviously uncomfortable.

Guiltily, she let go.

*** *** ***

Hero: We did it… But I feel as though we’ve sold our souls to the devil.

Amazon MW: It’s the world’s first anaesthetic for amazons. I’m shocked we accomplished such a feat, even if it’s unorthodox.

Fire Heir: ~What? What kind of anamawhatzit? What’s so weird about it? *Giggles* You’re all being so serious, but isn’t this a good thing?

Hero: … This chemical that we’re about to inject in you will not only put you to sleep, but you won’t wake up or feel pain until the surgery is over. However…

Fire Heir: ~ Yes? YES?

Amazon MW: You’ll experience an hour long orgasm.

Fire Heir: ~Hmm? An hour long whatzit now?

Hero: We’ve… we’ve basically invented orgasm in a bottle.

Amazon MW: I doesn’t create orgasms, per se. But it will extend any that she feels after consumption, and heighten it to the point where it’s 95% of what her body will feel.

Hero: Theoretically blocking out her body’s pain receptors. Not a perfect anesthesia since she won’t be in a relaxed state, but for the minor surgery required…

Fire Heir: ~Hmm… I don’t completely know what you’re saying… But I do know this. I think HERO should be the one to give me the Orgasm or whatever!

Hero: HUH?

Fire Heir: ~Yes, that sounds right. Medicine woman is experienced in all things medicine, so she’ll need to give me the drug… so the hero should do the orgasm making! Yes, that makes sense! In the interest of self preservation I demand that this is how it is done, or there will be NO surgery!

The heir smiles brightly before staring off into space. The hero and medicine woman were not fooled, however. It was obvious that, as inexperienced as she may be and as much as her magic affliction was affecting her, that she was not as clueless about the topic as she appeared.

Amazon MW: Well… It’s her orders… And I do think it’s best it is you anyway. You’re far closer to her age than I ever will be, so it’s more appropriate.

Hero: I know, but… Damn it.

Amazon MW: *Muttering* Damn near everyone on the island knows you’re good with your fingers.

Hero: FINE.

*** *** ***

The drug is administered by the medicine woman. The Fire Heir lay nude on the bed. The hero places his fingers close to her pussy lips, but doesn’t quite enter her with his fingers or tongue yet.

Making use of his extensive experiences, he teases her by slowly edging closer and closer to her pussy’s inner walls, tasting the outer folds gently. The heir shudders. One finger gently spreading his saliva around while the other gently pressed inward.

The hero’s teasing is quite effective as the dazed and delirious heir decides to grab his hair and pull him closer. His protests are shut down as she squeezes him between her thighs.

His tongue works its magic, touching and lathering up her pussy, and circling around her clit. Around… around… closer and closer until…

Fire Heir: ~Nooo! Wait! I changed my mind!

The heir squeezes the hero’s head with her thighs like a vice, signalling him to stop.

Fire Heir: ~Please… Hero… Not with your tongue… With your dick. Pleeease…

Hero: Mmph!

Fire Heir: ~ I want to feel it for real… Please…

The hero frees himself from her thighs and stared bewildered. He looks at the Medicine Woman, not sure how to proceed. She’s already preparing the hero a condom.

He applies the condom and position himself between the heir’s legs. She’s already spreading them, ready for him.

He penetrates her slowly, and when he hears her gasp he quickens the pace.

An amazon’s sex organ, likewise with anyone with a vagina, loosens when aroused. But because of their powerful muscles they also tighten, firmly caressing and squeezing any penis inserted.

Fire Heir gasps and bucks as the hero keeps his pace steady, desperate not to cum early and ruin the op. He need not worry though. The heir cums in a loud, scream filled orgasm.

Her body convulses in pleasure and continues to do so long after one minute passes. She bounces and squirms, until the medicine puts her to sleep, though it’s clear that even in her dreams she is experiencing unnatural bliss.

*** ***

Two hours pass.

Amazon MW: … There. The surgery is finished, and she should be cured of this magical mind affliction.

Hero: Now we just wait until she awakens.

Amazon MW: … This anesthetic we’ve created… It works on humans too.

Hero: . . .

Amazon MW: We can’t hide it from the enchantress, hero. She’ll find out, and if we don’t give it to her she might punish us. And when we give it to her… you’ll be the first person she tries it on.

Hero: I know.

Amazon MW: I can develop an antidote for it…

Hero: But not immediately, right?

Amazon MW: No.

Hero: Damn.

Fire Heir: Ugh… So bright…

Amazon MW: Fire Heir! You’re awake. How are you?

Fire Heir: I am… feeling very ill. And my head and sides hurt. But… I think I feel better than I have in weeks.

Hero: Wow, is this how you normally speak?

The heir saw the hero and grew red and embarrassed, an emotion he had never seen on her before.

Fire Heir: Great hero. I… I must apologize for the way I’ve been treating you. I’m deeply ashamed.

Hero: You were not in the right state of mind. You were sick and under duress. No need for apologies, your majesty.

Amazon MW: Sleep well, young one. We will have to announce that you’re better in the morning. The assassination attempts will stop now that your death can’t be disguised as a natural cause.

*** *** ***

The ceremony celebrating Fire Heir’s health was over the top by design, meant to spread the word far and wide. The amazon kingdom’s three other heirs, Earth heir, Wind Heir, and Metal Heir had been invited and greeted their half sister with a cheeriness too bright to be genuine. The hero wondered which of them had sent the assassins.

That question was answered when he witness the Fire Heir shake the hands of Earth Heir and whisper something in her ear. Earth Heir seemed incredible shaken for the rest of the day.

Seeing Fire Heir calm and calculating as she met with the amazonian citizens was incredible. He was used to her giggling, crying, raving, and saying whatever came to her mind with no filter at all. But here it was clear why her sister wished for her death: of the four she was the most ready to take the throne if she so wished.

After the celebrations, Fire Heir had one more gift for the hero. She grabbed his hand and brought him to her royal bedroom.

*** *** ***

Fire Heir: Hero… Before you leave tomorrow, I wanted to do something for you tonight, if you accept.

Hero: Fire heir, if you’re offering what I think you’re offering I want you to know it’s really not necessary.

Fire Heir: Please, listen. All throughout this ordeal I’ve been acting foolish, loony, and terribly aggressive. What with what the enchantress put you through last time, and what I’ve put you through now… I want to leave you with a better, more dignified idea of what sex with an amazon is like.

Hero: Are… are you sure?

Fire Heir: I’m going into the closet to change. And when I come out, if you’re still here… Well, you know.

*** *** ***

The hero was still there when she exited the closet. She wore a red and gold silk dress and held in her hands various velvety ribbons. The hero himself had taken off his shirt. Fire Heir smirked, admiring his body.

She walked up to him and took his hands in hers, beckoning him to stand.

Fire Heir: No matter what the enchantress tells us, you don’t belong to her. Though I know deep down you want to belong to the princess, you don’t. Not yet, anyway.

Hero: What do you mean?

Fire Heir: I firmly believe that next time you meet with your princess you’ll, hopefully, wisen up. And then you won’t be single anymore. Which means this is my last chance to do this.

Hero: To do what?

Fire Heir: To make love to you without guilt.

She kissed him on the lips. Not hungrily, but for a long, long time. Then she took his hands and folded them firmly, but gently, behind his back, wrapping them in the velvet ribbons. The hero raised an eyebrow.

Fire Heir: Amazons like to show off the superiority of their muscles to males they sleep with. Regular amazons do so with wrestling, play-fighting, and the like. I myself did this to you when I was delirious.

Hero: You don’t have to apologize.

Fire Heir: I know. You made that clear. But I do have to correct myself. I am a royal amazon. We royal amazons show off our strength through a demonstration.

Fire Heir picked up a few velvet ribbons between her two fingers and easily tore them neatly in two. She nodded for the hero to try and free himself of the ribbons tying him up. Struggle as he might, the hero couldn’t escape the bondage.

Fire Heir: Hero… It’s exciting, isn’t it? Being in the presence of someone so much stronger than you…

Hero: K-kind of…

The Fire Heir pushed him down onto the bed and crawled atop him, her two muscular arms holding her up like two powerful pillars. The hero couldn’t help but stare.

Fire Heir: It excites you, knowing that even if you didn’t agree to this I could, if I wanted to, take you anyways.

Hero: …

Fire Heir: I am your superior, hero. In a fight between us perhaps you could be the victor, but never a grapple, or a contest of strength. Admit it.

Hero: I… I admit you’re stronger than I am.

Fire Heir: No, hero. Admit that you love being weaker than I am.

Hero: N-no. That’s not true…!

The Fire Heir slipped his pants down with her dexterous feet. She wrapped a finger around his cock and smiled.

Fire Heir: You will admit it.

Hero: You won’t get me to say that.

Fire Heir: There’s no resisting a royal amazon, hero.

Hero: T-try me…

A poor choice of wording. The heir gripped him and pumped him with her powerful fingers, all while keeping her lustful and playful gaze on the hero. Then, when he was just beginning to moan, she wrapped her lips around his tip, driving him crazy, desperately squirming to try and escape the ribbons tying him down.

Fire Heir: Mmm, so that is how you taste…

She stood up on her knees, letting go of the hero’s cock. She giggled at his disappointment.

She took off her underwear, but kept the dress on. She positioned herself over the hero’s erection, hands around her waist. She smiled smugly.

Fire Heir: Before I lower myself, I want to hear you say it.

Hero: D-damn it…

Fire Heir: Do it. It’ll make me enjoy this so much more. It will make me feel so confident and superior as I dominate you.

Hero: I… I love… being weaker than you… Please. Take me.

The heir laughed as she lowered herself, positioning herself carefully and taking the hero in her. He gasped as she rocked back and forth. She squeezed him firm in her muscles, enjoying his reactions. She loved dominating him so thoroughly.

She never took her hands off her hips, and despite enjoying his dick immensely, controlled her face as to treat the hero as though she wasn’t putting her all into dominating him. She almost hummed.

But she as the hero came so close to cumming she decided to drop the act. She laughed and screamed, and rode him with passion.

And the hero came with such an intensity, with her following along soon after.

And then they were spent.

Fire Heir: Heh heh… Yes! This time you came first.

Hero: Guilty as charged…

Fire Heir: *Chuckle* Ready to go again? We amazon royalty have infamous endurance.

Hero: Please… Have mercy…

Fire Heir: *Whispers* Never.

[The End]

*** *** ***

[I wrote this meaning for it to be a short just because I wanted to revisit the Amazons from #32. It turned into this. Whoops. ]

[Bonus Hero x Princess stuff under the line. If you’re just here for the smut, that’s all folks!]

*** *** ***

The hero stood in the palace gardens, approaching the wall corner. This was how they always met: speaking from their side of a corner, facing the other way. Never touching. Safe.

He heard the princess on the other side.

Hero: Hey.

Princess: It’s been a while.

Hero: What have you been up to?

Princess: Trying to get my father to grant me more time in the library. And snooping in on conversations about politics and wars, that kind of stuff. Haven’t found out anything useful though. How about you?

Hero: I’ve been in the amazon kingdom. They needed me to help them save one of their heirs.

Princess: I see.

Hero: Um… I also slept with their heir. It wasn’t anything deep. Sex and nothing more.

Princess: Heh. I don’t mind. I fantasize about sleeping with tons of guys when you’re away. Married kings, handsome incubi, Chris Hensworth…

Hero: Damn it, I never should have shown you those Earth Magazines!

Princess: I’m trying to say, it’s alright. Besides. We’re not technically… together.

Hero: But we’re still friends, right?

Princess: Forever. But…

The hero waited. He heard her sigh. The words of Fire Heir rang in his ears. “I think you two should still touch…”

Princess: It’s just… I’m starting to really hate this wall between us.

Hero: It’s… it’s so if we get caught, you can say you didn’t see me.

Princess: Maybe I should get it taken down. Then what would you do?

Hero: Princess, please.

Princess: I’m just joking. I know… being around me… makes you uncomfortable. And this wall helps ease the pain of not getting to be with each other. I don’t mind. Shall we get to work?

Hero: … Okay.

They planned out the hero’s next adventure. Ideas on where the hero should go, what he should do, which rebellions he should help with and which he should squash. All the while the urge to reach out and grab the princess’s hand grew and grew, but for all of his bravery, the hero was cursed with cowardice in this one regard.

Princess: …and that should be all.

Hero: I suppose…

Princess: I… I guess you should go.

Hero: Y-yeah…

He wanted it so badly. Just reach out… Just touch the princess…

Hero: …

Princess: …

Hero: Goodbye.

Princess: Bye.

The hero heard the princess walk away.

…

Hero: Princess.

Princess: Yes, hero-?!

The hero took the princess into a deep, tight, fierce hug, which she returned with equal enthusiasm.

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thelovelytwentythree · 3 years ago

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It’s Been a Long Time, Oops..

I shouldn’t have left you.

HA, just kidding.

But forreal, I feel left. Lonely really, like I forgot myself in a way too. Let me first start off by saying staying sober fucking sucks. It’s difficult, irritating, and just fucking sucks.

I just really need to vent about sad I am.

*SIDENOTE* I hate that I never “write” when I’m happy, or any emotion besides sad/hurt. I think I just get so caught up in how good the emotion feels I just wanna bask in it and never let it go....but at the same time, wouldn’t writing make that memory and the emotions that go with it stick around longer ? I don’t know, I just don't make any sense to myself sometimes man.

Anyway, I’m sad. I’m gonna try to make this quick because I feel like I just need to go to church and get some shit off my chest. Top things that grind my gears and make my days a little gloomy are my husband, my family, not having real friends, heightened feelings of depression/anxiety.

1.) My husband is a 14 year old boy trapped as a married 24 year old man with children. I say that because I’ve never came across a 24 year old that is as immature and disrespectful as him. It hurts to my core how he treats me. I have regrets marrying him and I want to leave, but I always think about “who would want me?”. “We can make it work as years go on and as we get to know each other better”, “He’ll grow up, just be patient”, “Stay and pray”. But it gets so hard, I feel so broken on the inside.

2.) My sister seems like she doesn’t want much to do with me. I know I can be a burden and my life is super complicated, but sometimes all I want is my sister. All I want is to escape the chaos and have fun with her. I miss her so much. Ever since I started being vocal to her about problems within my marriage everything slowly began to change between us. She became my only friend, I was beginning to grow a relationship with her. Something I’ve wanted for so many years, but I guess I have to keep wishing at the rate we’re going.

Then my brother doesn’t care for me like I thought he did. I wish he could be there for me. It really makes me miss Sam, (even though he was homeless and an addict, I love him). He was always there, ALWAYS. I miss him so much. I just wanna hear his voice, talk to him one more time.

3.) I just wish I had real friends. Friends that I can count on for literally anything. Friends that don’t fake. That is definitely my fault though. I’ve burned bridges with some good people, I wish I could take it all back.

Lastly..

4.) With everything going on in my life, it’s just made my anxiety worse. And when I thought I would never deal with depression, it came creeping back. My husband gaslights me constantly and makes me feel like my feelings are invalid. I’m constantly told by him that I’m just sensitive and delusional. I wish I had the resources to properly deal with it, but with limited money and no health insurance it feels almost impossible. I just want to get out of this pit.

So there it is just pushing and praying for better days.

*SIDENOTE* I need to really dissect these issues later... maybe? Only if I have weed or alcohol around. Ha, so basically never ...?

Anyway, my husband has no sense of boundaries, (I was sitting alone in the living room with music writing, crying. He doesn’t speak, just walks over me to turn his PlayStation and start playing online. I can’t speak up because he gets mad.) I just get sooo tired of being the only one who is accommodating and considerate in this relationship.

.......this...this is what makes me slowly die on the inside.

#TrulyYoursZi #ChapterTwentyThree

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neewtmas · 7 years ago

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{#41} the last city // gally

fandom: the maze runner

pairing: gally x reader; also a little bit of newt x reader

word count: 5k words

Request: by @02273

a/n: this is based on the movies, so this contains SPOILERS for the Death Cure movie & cursive writing are flashbacks

summary: y/n and gally were in love, but the end of the Maze Trials also marks the end of their relationship. y/n finds comfort with newt, but what happens when they get into WICKED’s Last City?

enjoy reading :)

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I stared at the two cars, and our group got pushed forward by the crowd which followed them, the people around us yelling and screaming, pumping their fists into the air.

The atmosphere had suddenly changed to tense and angry, it felt like the situation was close to escalating from one second to the other.

Thomas seemed oblivious to the tension around us and motioned us to go after him, making his way to the front of the crowd.

It had stopped around 200 meters away from the huge walls that even beat the ones in the maze in height, and the mob around us kept getting angrier, the shouts increasing in volume.

“Thomas!”, Newt yelled at the boy who didn’t react in the slightest. “We need to leave right now!”

Suddenly everything went quiet and I averted my gaze upwards to where huge … machinery was now aimed at us. It looked kind of like big floodlights but I knew it was something a lot deadlier.

Out of instinct, I looked back and immediately my gaze fell on a few people in black uniforms – guards of WICKED? – ruthlessly pushing their way to the sea of people.

Their faces were hidden behind black masks, yet I had the strong feeling that they were heading towards us. But before I could do anything, someone yelled: “They’re gonna shoot us! RUN!”

As if on cue, the WICKED guards on top of the wall started shooting, the grenades exploding all around us, dirt and stones erupting wherever they hit the ground and the force of the detonation almost sent me off my feet.

People were running, their screams now terrified and I stumbled backward, only to get pulled up by Newt again.

“Come on!”, he screamed, gripping my hand tightly, and we ran with explosions rattling the ground left and right, almost causing me to fall down several times.

Suddenly I got pushed behind a concrete wall into a small alleyway by Brenda, pulling Newt with me, and we both got thrown to the dusty ground as a bullet exploded right behind us.

I scrambled to my feet again, the echo of the explosion still ringing in my ears as Newt pulled me further into the alley to protect us from further detonations.

We stumbled into a small opening and I came to an abrupt halt at the scene that unfolded in front of me.

The masked guards that I had noticed in the crowd only moments before had now surrounded us, every one of them aiming their guns and launchers at us.

“Into the vans”, one of them barked and Thomas was the first one to get practically thrown into the big car, followed by Brenda.

All of sudden I felt a gun being pressed against my back between my shoulder blades, and the guard that had appeared behind me pushed me forward roughly so that I had no other choice than to get into the van, barely able to pull my feet inside in time before the guard slams the door shut, cutting off all sounds from outside abruptly.

The van made a racing start, and my left side collided with the doors, sending a sharp pain through my shoulder as the car raced around corners until it stopped with screeching tires.

The door opened and Thomas, Brenda and I climbed out, looking around. We were surrounded by guards, and everything looked kind of ragged and old. So this probably wasn’t WICKED.

Soon the second van held next to us, and one of the guards went to open the door, only to have Jorge tackle him to the ground as he threw himself out of the car and lunched forward, pinning the surprised guard to the ground.

Before anyone could react he started punching him, screaming ‘Where is she?!’ again and again, until Brenda stormed towards him, trying to get him away from the poor guard.

“Jorge! I’m okay, I’m here!”

Jorge retreated from the guard, breathing heavily and hugging Brenda, and I smiled at how protective he was of her. The two of them just had a great father-daughter relationship.

The next one to climb out was Newt, though a lot calmer than Jorge, and then Frypan.

Newt came over to me and laced our fingers together, quietly asking: “Are you okay?”

I nodded, right when Thomas stepped forward. “Who are you? And why did you kidnap us?” His tone was demanding, and I involuntarily flinched, maybe it wasn’t too smart to talk like that when you have several weapons aimed at you.

One of the men turned around. “We didn’t kidnap you. We are on your side.” His voice was muffled through the mask, though something was familiar about it.

“If you are on our side, then who the hell are you?”

The man took off his mask in a with a swift movement, revealing a face I thought I would never see again. It was Gally.

„So greenie, how’s your first day in the glade been?“

The boy named Newt jumps over the log I’m leaning against and plops down next to me. He was holding a big jar with a liquid that almost glimmers golden in the light of the fire that reaches us where we sit.

“How is it supposed to be? I mean, we’re trapped in here, right?”

Newt doesn’t say anything and to try and lighten the mood a bit again I add: “I remember my name though. It’s Y/N.”

He smiles brightly and extends his hand. “Welcome to the glade; Y/N”, he says, and I realize that he wants me to shake his hand, so I do.

After that, it’s silent again until I ask: “What’s that?”, motioning to the jar he occasionally sips at.

“Oh, that’s Gally’s special drink. Nobody knows what’s in there though. You wanna try?”

He gives me the jar and I take it, examining the liquid. It smells weird, familiar almost, but at the same time, it doesn’t. Bringing the jar to my lips, I take a tentative sip, but as soon as the liquid reaches my throat, I choke everything out again, almost dropping the jar at my violent coughing fit.

“What is that?”

Newt laughs, gently patting my back and taking the jar back.

“Like I said, Gally’s special drink.”

“And who his Gally?”, I ask, wanting to know the guy who had obviously zero talent at brewing anything.

Newt shuffles around, leaning over the log, and I follow his movements, now facing the gladers by the fire.

“You see that guy over there? The one who’s eating right now? That’s Gally. He’s the keeper of the builders, and you really don’t wanna cross his path.”

The blond points over to a group of boys, and I immediately know who he means.

It was the boy that had already caught my attention earlier on, mostly because he was just so damn tall and stood out against the others, and maybe also because I can’t deny that I found him just a little bit attractive.

I stare over at him, and as if he had felt my gaze on him, he suddenly looks up and we lock eyes. I feel a shiver running down my spine, and as he smiles at me I blush, not only because he caught me staring, but because he smiled at me.

“Did Gally just… smile at you?”, Newt asks next to me, for some reason sounding amazed.

“I think so?”, I say, trying to hide my blushing face from him. “What is so special about it?”

“Gally never smiles at greenies. Especially not at greenies that could mean trouble. And you’re a girl, basically, trouble in person.”

“Okay…” I’m not fully convinced, he seems kinda nice after all.

We keep sitting there for a while, until Newt pushes himself up on the log, extending his hand.

“Let me introduce you to the some of the guys. It’s your evening, after all, you’re the guest of honor”, he laughs, clearly already slightly tipsy, and I let him pull me up.

He introduces me to some of the guys, and I talk to them until he leads me to the fight ring, where Gally wrestles with whoever is daring enough to get into the ring.

I watch a little bit, hardly ever taking my eyes off him, trying to be discreet while admiring his muscles bulge under his shirt as he takes one guy after the other. Bing a builder obviously pays off. Sometimes he looks up and locks eyes with me just like he did earlier, each time smiling at me and making my heart flutter weirdly.

I’m sitting with my back against a log just like on my first bonfire night in the Glade, just that this time it’s Gally who is sitting next to me. My side is pressed against his as his arm is thrown over my shoulder and we’re watching the crackling fire, quietly talking.

I have to constantly remind myself that even though we’re basically cuddling, it doesn’t mean anything. He always gets this affectionate with me when he’s slightly drunk.

But being so close to him still makes it hard for me to concentrate on our conversation, and so I sip more often than necessary at our shared moonshine.

As the night goes on, I can feel my eyelids getting heavier, and the more sleepy I get, the less I think. I’m not even realizing that my head is placed on his broad chest until he gently shakes me.

“Are you still awake, Y/N?”, he asked, a slight smile tugging at his lips.

“Mhm?” I raise my head, my heart skipping a beat as I find him already looking at me.

“I asked if you are still awake”, he chuckles, and I shake my head. “I’m kinda tired, I think I’m going to bed now.” Though I really don’t want to leave, I’m scared that I will eventually fall asleep on him, and I would rather avoid that.

“I’ll walk you to your room”, he suggests, and before I can tell him to just stay at the bonfire, he gets up and extends his hand. I take it and he pulls me up effortless, almost causing me to stumble into his chest.

We walk over to the homestead, and I try to focus on other things as the fact that he still hasn’t let go of my hand until we reach my room.

“Thanks, Gally”, I mumble and keep my head low to try and hide my red cheeks from him. “Good night.”

I open the door to my room, but before I can step inside, Gally grabs my wrist, pulling me outside again.

Before I can ask him what’s wrong he pulls me flush against his chest, suddenly pressing his lips against mine.

I freeze, what is happening? but right when I want to kiss back, he pulls away again, smiling.

“Good night, Y/N”, he says and then quickly walks away.

I stare at him, my heart racing and my fingers slowly moving to touch my still tingling lips as a wide smile spreads across my face.

“Gally, please. Come with us”, I plead, taking his hands and trying to pull him with me, but he is stronger than I am and doesn’t move a bit.

“Y/N, please understand. You’re going to get yourself killed!”

I can feel the tears begin to pool into my eyes as I look up to him, his expression hard and cold, only his eyes showing how much it gets to him.

“You really wanna follow Thomas? You don’t even know him! How do you want to know that he doesn’t work for WICKED?”

“I may not know him, but I know that I don’t want to spend the rest of my life behind these walls”, I answer, raising my voice. “And if you were honest then you would tell me that you don’t want to either.”

He pulls his hands out of my grip, making a step back. “So you’re saying that you would rather go out there and possibly die instead of staying here with me? Where you are safe?”

I have to squeeze my eyes together to stop the tears from escaping, not wanting to cry.

“We’re not safe here, Gally! The grievers will keep coming until no one is left!”

“The maze is our home, Y/N. We belong here”, he says with a firm voice, and I swear I feel my heart breaking just a little bit at his words.

“You may belong here, but I don’t. This is not my home, Gally”, I whisper, my voice cracking and my throat hurting from the tears I’m holding back.

“Y/n? We need to go now. Are you coming?”, Newt asks me, and I turn my head, seeing the small group of Gladers who had decided to follow Thomas standing there, waiting. Most of them are gripping tightly onto their weapons, a look of both fear and determination on their faces, and I know that if I want to go, I have to go now.

“I’m going now. Please, go with me”, I try to convince him one last time, but a look on his face tells me that there is no use. He won’t listen to me.

I hesitantly move closer, extending my arms to hug him one last time. He pulls me into his chest, and wraps his arms tightly around me, hiding his face in my hair.

I grip onto his shirt, not wanting to let go already, and I can’t hold back my sobs anymore. My tears wet his shirt, but I don’t care. When he pulls away from me, I look up at him, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“I love you, Gally.”

“I love you too, Y/N. Be careful”, his voice cracks, just lightly, but enough for me to know that he too is close to tears. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

With this, I step back, slowly letting go of his hand until only the tips of our fingers still touch, and for a few seconds, we’re looking at each other like everyone else just doesn’t exist anymore.

And then the moment is over, our hands aren’t touching anymore, and it feels like I’m leaving a part of my heart, a part of myself with Gally in the Glade as I stumble over to the others, tears now blurring my vision.

Newt gives me a long stick and places his hand on my lower back, gently pushing me forward as everyone starts jogging after Thomas who leads the way into the dark corridor of the maze.

Right before we turn around the corner, I stop and look back for one last time, seeing Gally standing at the entrance of the maze looking after us – after me – with slumped shoulders, a devastated look on his face. I raise my hand to a small wave, and he does the same before I keep going, this last picture of Gally etched into my mind.

“And what are we doing now?”, someone asks, breaking the silence.

“We’re going. We’re free now”, Thomas says, the relief clear in his voice as he ruffles through his hair.

He wants to go, go to the door behind us when suddenly a voice let us all freeze.

“You think you’re free? You’re not. You’ll never be free.”

I whip around, my mouth hanging open as I realize that it’s Gally. I want to run to him, hug him, but Newt holds me back with his arm in front of me, and only then I noticed the gun Gally was gripping tightly in his hands.

The gun is shaking, and I can see that he’s crying as he points it at us.

“Gally”, Thomas says in a soothing voice, raising his hand slowly. “Take the gun away. We’re out. We’re free. We just need to go through that door. Come with us, please.”

“And what do you think is outside? Do you think that’s better than the maze? You can’t get out! You belong to the maze!” He’s yelling now, violent sobs racking his body, and this is the moment I realize that he’s not himself - he either got stung or gets controlled by WICKED.

“Gally, please”, I speak up, trying to get him out of his trance, but he doesn’t react.

He raises the gun even more, and before someone can do anything, he has pulled the trigger, the loud shot echoing in the room. Then several things happen all at once.

I let out a shriek, clutching my hand over my mouth in shock, as Chuck, little Chuck, throws himself in front of Thomas, the bullet hitting him square in the chest.

At the same moment, Minho throws the spear he has been carrying the whole time at Gally, the spear burying itself into his chest.

Gally’s eyes grow wide and his mouth opens as if he doesn’t believe that there’s a spear in his chest, but hen his knees give in and he falls to the ground, his head hitting the tiled floor hard as he falls to the side.

I see his lips moving, but I’m too far away to hear what he is saying if he is saying anything at all.

I’m too shocked to do anything, my body doesn’t react so I’m just staring at Gally on the floor, tears running down my cheeks and dropping on my shirt until I suddenly feel my knees growing weak, and newt has to hold me so that I’m not falling to the ground.

Everything around me, every sound, is suddenly dimmed down as if I’m underwater, and that is what it feels like too. I feel like drowning as if every last bit of air is sucked out of me, and I’m not able to breathe anymore.

At the same time, everything inside me is purely focused on Gally and his body that lays on the ground, the spear HERAUSRAGEN from his chest.

Suddenly someone pulls me back, ripping me out of my trance, and everything comes crashing down on me. Thomas’s screams ring in my ears as I get dragged back, and suddenly someone else starts screaming, and I need a moment to realize that it’s me.

I scream and I scream as they drag me away from Gally’s dead body, and I only stop screaming when I can’t see him anymore and instead start crying like the world just ended. Because for me, it did.

Screams pulled me out of my memories, and I blinked, trying to come back into reality. Thomas, who had just stared at Gally, suddenly charged forward and connected his fist with Gally’s jaw, the impact of the punch sending him to the ground.

I yelped, wanting to run to Gally, help him up and get Thomas away from him, but before I could do anything, Newt was at Thomas’ side.

He placed his hand on the boy’s shoulder, and just this simple gesture was enough for Thomas to stop throwing punches at Gally left and right.

Newt said something to him, and Thomas stood up and staggered back from Gally, reluctantly, but he did.

Gally got to his feet again with a grunt. “Guess I got that coming”, he said with a slight smile that wasn’t really a smile, effectively getting to guards around him to lower their weapons.

His hand tentatively felt the bruise that was already beginning to form on his jaw, when suddenly his eyes met mine.

He stared at me with wide eyes, before his gaze fell on my hand that was intertwined with Newt’s and he clenched his jaw, pressing his lips tightly together.

“Why are you here?”, he asked Thomas.

“Minho is in there. We need to get him out as fast as possible. And you can help us, right?”

“Maybe. But first – can I maybe talk to you, Y/N?”, he asked, locking eyes with me. I wanted to run to him, hug him, kiss him, but I couldn’t.

I was more than aware of Newt’s hand that was closed around mine and his arm that brushed against my shoulder. I turned to look at him, and he squeezed my hand, his smile sad.

“Go with him”, he said, and somehow I knew that he didn’t only mean going with Gally at this particular moment.

It hurt to leave him like that, most importantly because I knew I was hurting him. I stood on my tip toes and pressed a kiss on his cheek, mumbling a ‘thank you’, before stepping back.

He slowly let go of my hand, his arm falling limply to his side. I looked at him for a moment, before I turned around and walked over to Gally.

“You guys wait here”, he told Thomas and the others and then turned towards one of the guards. “Go to Lawrence and tell him that I have found someone who can help us against WICKED.”

The guard immediately obeyed and scurried away, and I couldn’t help but be impressed. Gally seemed so confident as if he was knowing exactly what he was doing, and there was nothing left of the aggressive and hot-tempered guy he had been in the glade most of the times.

He led me through the crowd and I could feel the guards around us staring at me, making me feel almost uncomfortable, and I was glad when we reached a door.

Gally opened it and let me step through into a rather small room, that was only dimly lit from the few streaks of sunlight that had made their way through the tattered and old curtains hanging in front of the windows.

“First of all, we need to get you something new to wear. I don’t like the way they all look at you”, he said, and I looked down on me, surprised to find that my shirt was ripped in various places. Maybe the explosions and the flying rocks had done more damage than I had noticed.

Gally went over to a dresser and pulled out one of the drawers, starting to search through it.

“So, you and Newt, huh?”, he asked, obviously trying to sound casual, but his voice was strained. I knew he was more of the jealous type – I just had to think back to the glade where he once almost beat up one of his builder friends after he made a comment about how he wished that I wouldn’t always wear Gally’s clothes but give the boys a little bit of eye-candy in order to thank them for being so nice to me all the time.

“It’s not what you think. Newt and I are…”, I trailed off, desperately searching for a way to explain the relationship Newt and I shared.

“You are a couple”, he turned around to me, and to my surprise, he wasn’t angry at all, he just looked sad. “I understand. And I’m not angry or something, I never knew why you even wasted your time with me anyways.”

“Because I loved you!”, I blurted out, shocked that he would even think something like this. “And I still do. I never stopped. Newt just… he helped me a lot, you know? Especially after I thought that you were dead.”

He threw a hoodie over to me, and I caught it with ease.

“But you love him, don’t you?”

“Of course I do. But…not as much as I love you. I never loved him as much, and he knows that. I don’t think I ever could love someone the way I loved you and still do.”

Slowly, a smile spread across his face, the face I hadn’t seen in so long, only at night in my dreams, and every time I closed my eyes and thought of him. “I’m glad to hear that. Because I still love you too. The spear obviously didn’t kill me, but after I realized that you were gone, I sometimes wished that it did.”

I swallowed hard at the thought of Gally wishing he was dead, just because I wasn’t with him anymore. It all seemed surreal, one moment we were running from bullets and explosions, and now I stood here with Gally.

“But I’m here now”, I whispered, suddenly don’t trust my voice anymore.

“You are.”

And suddenly he’s next to me, engulfing me in a hug, pressing my whole body against his, as if I could slip away from him again every moment.

I hugged him back, burying my head in his chest and we stood there for a long time before he slightly pulled away and finally kissed me again, almost taking my breath away from all the emotions that were poured in this single kiss.

Over one year apart and by now I had almost forgotten just how perfect his lips felt on mine, but now everything was back again. Every single memory, every moment we ever shared suddenly was back in my head as I hungrily kissed him back.

I felt his hands running all over my body, the kiss getting more desperate and heated with every passing second as I suddenly found myself pressed up against the wall.

He slipped his hand under my already ripped shirt, his cold fingers causing goose-bumps to rise from my skin and my hands gripped tightly against his biceps as he moved away from my lips, starting to leave small kiss along my jaw.

Finally having the chance to breathe again, I sucked in huge breaths of air, but as he began to press kisses all the way down to my neck, I couldn’t help the small whimper that escaped me.

I could feel him smirking against my skin as he just continued until suddenly a loud knock came from the door.

“Gally? Lawrence is ready to see you now!”, someone said, and Gally pulled away from me, his expression annoyed.

He had to clear his throat, trying t make his voice sound normal before he answered: “Alright, we’ll be there soon!” He stepped away from me, rubbing the back of his neck. “We need to go now.”

I smiled at him, my face flushed as he bent down to pick up the hoodie I had dropped, giving it to me and then turning around.

I quickly discarded the ripped shirt and slipped on Gally’s hoodie, which was way too big for me, almost reaching my knees so I had to tuck it into my jeans a bit. It was really soft and big, it smelled like Gally and it felt almost as if he was hugging me constantly.

“You finished?” Gally asked, and I replied with a ‘Yes’, so he turned around again, looking me up and down.

“I almost forgot how good you look in my clothes”, he winked at me, making my heart flutter and then intertwined our hands.

When he opened the door, most of the guards had disappeared, the few ones left watching Thomas and the others who still waited exactly where we had left them.

“Follow me”, Gally said curtly and we made our way deeper into the headquarters until we reached a room similar to the one I had been in with Gally, although this one was slightly bigger and darker.

“Rose took my nose I suppose. Rose took my nose I suppose”, someone repeated under their breath, the words echoing through the room, making me shiver.

“Lawrence?”, Gally asked, and a man in the far corner of the room who had been messing with some plants turned around to us.

I couldn’t help but made a tiny step back as I saw his face. It was completely deformed, the whole left side of his face was covered in some sort of veins bulging under his skin that was scratched open at some spots.

There were also thin black veins all over his head and neck, but the most horrible thing was his nose, or at least what was still left of it. It looked like someone with a knife had just cut off half of it, and you could actually see the bones. I really didn’t want to know what had happened to him.

Gally seemed to sense my discomfort because he stepped closer to me, squeezing my hand reassuringly.

I couldn’t stop myself from glancing over at Newt who was already looking at me with a sad smile, and it broke my heart to see him like this. He didn’t deserve it.

“Gally. Who are those people?”, the man – Lawrence – asked, eyeing us up and down as he came closer, leaning on a stick.

“Old…friends”, Gally answered. “They need –“

“We need to get into the city”, Thomas chimed in, making a step forward. Lawrence averted his gaze to the boy, smiling viciously. “And why should we get you in?”

“Because we can help you”, Thomas simply said. “We want to take down WICKED, and we need to get our friend out of there.”

Lawrence didn’t seem convinced. “Are they telling the truth?”, he asked Gally, briefly looking down at our intertwined hands.

“They are. This could be our chance.”

“Well then… two can go, the rest stays here so that you guys have a reason to come back.”

Everyone looked immediately at Newt and Thomas as if it was clear the both of them would go.

“Three”, said Gally firmly, turning Lawrence’s attention back to him. “I’m not about to leave her side anytime soon.”

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Life

Life is a very confusing thing to try and dissect.

Life has a varying amount of outcomes and possibilities…

Zeke wakes up in a cold sweat and rubs his eyes. He has been having reoccurring dreams every night for the past week. He would be walking in a beautiful garden with exotic flowers and lush greenery, but beyond that veil someone or something sinister. Zeke was zapped out of his thoughts by the ringing of his phone.

“Yeah what’s up?” He asks his manager.

“Well, Zeke we need you to come down to the studio. Your last song it got deleted somehow. So, we need you here ASAP!” His manager declares before hanging up on him and leaving him to his thoughts once again. Zeke got dressed and tied on this headband, before heading to the studio.

He walks down the sidewalk and sees someone out of the corner of his eye.

It can’t be… It was Zeke. The spitting image of him right down to wearing the same pair of ivory Converse. He stops and watches his doppelgänger gracefully walk away. Zeke runs to his studio and throws open the door almost knocking a plaque off the wall.

“Andrea you are not going t-!” He starts to shout, but his manger Andrea cuts him off stating.

“I was not going to wait for you Zeke. We need to record this now. The release date for this song was yesterday.” She glares up at him, causing him to swallow hard.

“I know. I know. Trust me though I am truly sorry, but I seen someone, and he looked exactly like me! Down to the same pair of shoes.” He says still flabbergasted about what he saw.

Andrea sighs and shakes her head, stating her concern.

“Zeke maybe you need more sleep. We can delay your next album a bit so you can focus on your wellbeing and especially your mental health. I know you must be…” Zeke shakes his head quickly and groans in frustration.

“Andrea… I don’t think you are understanding me. I have been having these weird dreams for the past few nights and I feel like that guy might be connected to them. I know it might seem like a long shot. However, every night I would get closer to the edge of the garden. Last night… I saw the silhouette of a man. I know it is him.” He says exasperated.

Andrea stands up and pats him on the shoulder.

“Okay. I believe you. How about we re-record your song and then we can hunt down this mystery man.” She says with a reassuring smile. Zeke nods and heads into his recording room.

After an hour of recording and mixing. Andrea and Zeke head out to find “Zeke 2.0”.

They start their search in the most basic of places a coffee shop. Zeke questions the barista and a few of the customers that are sitting around. After searching the coffee shop Andrea suggests checking the mall because they are usually bustled and packed full of people. So, it could be possible to find him there. Both walk around and Zeke spots him in an ocean of loud bustling shoppers. He pushes his way through the people, and he grasps the man’s forearm, using that to make his way in front of him.

“You. Who are you?” Zeke asks out of breath from wading over.

“I should be asking you that. Seeing as you rudely grabbed my arm.” The mystery man states

unbothered at the fact they looked exactly the same. The only difference was that Zeke was a well-known rapper, had piercings, tattoos, and the fact that he had longer dreads.

“You really do not know me.” Zeke states and continues “I am Zeke Gray. I’m a rapper who works under the stage name of Project 012.” The mystery man sighs and shakes his head.

“Eh.. a rapper. I am not fond of that genre of music.” He states annoyed and continues.

“My name is Sterling Q. MacIntosh. Instead of having a wack occupation like you. I am a businessman and I own a lot of buildings in the downtown district nine.” He says proudly. Zeke sighs and says

“I have no clue what your deal is man but is none of this worrying to you. I mean you are the spitting image of me.” Sterling scoffs and says

“Oh please. Do not compare us. I am on a whole other level, but if you ever feel like trying to get on my level. Here is my business card.” Zeke takes the card and starts to read it.

“hey-?” He says aloud and looks up seeing that Sterling is gone. Andrea had taken his place.

“Oh my gosh. I thought I lost you!” She says and pulls him out of the crowd, looking down at the small business card in his hands.

“What is this?” She asks softly and carefully takes it from him, reading it to aloud

“Sterling Q. MacIntosh

Architect and Business Manager

Email: [email protected]”

Andrea gives him back the card and says.

“So, Zeke 2.0 is a businessman named Sterling. Huh? Kinda old fashioned.” Zeke looks down at the card again and places it in his pocket.

“I’m going home.” He says solemnly and leaves the mall in haste. Zeke goes home and starts to look up information on Sterling. After being awake until midnight, he closes the laptop and looks at his notes.

“He seems completely normal, but something still feels off.” He mutters and walks over to bed laying down and falling asleep. Zeke is in his reoccurring dream again, but this time he is outside of the garden’s boarders. He can see Sterling standing next to a tree that has caught on fire somehow and on the horizon, Zeke see toppling skyscrapers. His words get trapped in his throat and Sterling smiles innocently, but his eyes hold malicious intent.

“Well. What do we have here? Ah the dreamer in life and in subconscious. Zeke Gray… Project 012… Well-known rapper… You are not real Zeke. My company made you under the guise of being a businessman/architect. I am a mad scientist in a sense. Zeke. My son I could never have. You are just a highly functioning robot.” Sterling says the smile disappearing and his head falls, tears roll down his cheeks. Zeke watches as everything around him starts to crumble and disappear. He runs over to Sterling and pulls him into a hug, not knowing why but soon enough he realizes why.

Everything in the dream began to change into a bright white room and on a table in the middle of the room… was Zeke. He was a robot an android something different and innovated. Zeke lets go of Sterling and runs over to the table. He was astounded watching the code flash across the laptop screen. Sterling walks up behind him and says

“Forgive me.” Zeke looks down at the completely autonomous version of himself, starting to declare.

“Forgive you? For what? You gave me life. I should tha-!?”

Zeke wakes up in his room with a jumping start.

“What was that? That dream felt so real, but it could not be. I family photos, memories, a complete past, but… a highly functioning robot…” He says quietly and looks at his hands, before running to the bathroom. He looks at himself in the mirror touches his skin, his hair, and his clothes. He is completely real and human for sure, right?

Zeke digs in his pockets for Sterling’s business card and luckily for him there was a number. He dials it and waits for him to pick up.

“Hello?” Sterling asks sleepily.

“Sterling… I have a question. I know this is gonna sound crazy. Okay not crazy, but definitely insane. Just hear me out. You were in my dream and you said you made me a-.” Zeke rambles and gets cut off by Sterling.

“Just meet me tomorrow at Café al Dionte. It is in district nine.” He says before hanging up and leaving Zeke confused. Sterling runs his fingers through his short hair and sighs to himself.

Zeke wakes up the next morning and gets dressed in sweatpants and a hoodie. He gets a taxi to the café and walks inside ordering a coffee, before taking a seat by the window. Sterling walks into the café about twenty minutes later and takes a seat next to Zeke, putting his briefcase on the table.

“Your dream. You are very perceptive Zeke. Yes, you are my son. I did make you with the same likeness as me, but I did not intend for this to happen. I feel like it would have been too meta and I am sorry for making fun of your career. I will support you through anything.” Sterling says and carefully opens his briefcase revealing pictures of Zeke being put together, pictures of a quite younger Sterling, and a few little robotic components. Zeke nods along and asks

“Why not just keep me and raise me as your son? That would have made more sense, right?” Sterling nods a bit and says

“Yeah… I don’t know. I felt like you would turn on me in some way, but now I see that would never have been the case. The whole reason I made you was because I was alone. At one point in my life I was married. I had a wife and a child, but that changed in an instant. My wife got into a car accident it was a drunk driver. Her and my son were pronounced dead upon impact. I guess I broke and became disjointed. No one wanted to talk to me. So, I just locked myself away and began to create you in my own likeness and my son. I made you into the future version of him in the hopes it would make me feel again.” Sterling stops talking and trembles a little. Zeke passes him the coffee and smiles.

“I understand now. How hard it must’ve been to endure all of that alone. I am glad that you gave me life and a good one at that. I have been able to chase dreams and become famous. Thank you, dad.” Zeke says with a bright genuine smile. Sterling looks up at Zeke and sees what he had always wanted for his son. A bright smile, future, and the ability to withstand any obstacle put before him. His eyes begin to tear up and he quietly says.

“I am so glad about how you turned out Zeke. I… You. Thank you, son.” He leans over and hugs Zeke tight, before pulling away and wiping his tears with a handkerchief. Sterling drinks the coffee and sits the empty mug on the table. Zeke looks at the mug and then up at Sterling.

“Dad, why don’t you come and live with me? That way you can learn more about who I’ve become and so we can have a familial bond.” He suggests and Sterling smiles.

“I would love that. Oh, and can I ask you a personal question?” Sterling asks. Zeke nods and Sterling continues.

“I see that you are wearing a ring on your left ring finger. Are you perhaps married?” Zeke blushes and covers his face.

“Oh yeah. That is probably important.” He says with a small nervous laugh and says

“I am married. My wife’s name is Onyx, and she is an independent writer, and she tends to write romance novels. I met her at a bakery in Toronto while doing a tour to try and get my music out there. She is really nice. So, I am sure she would love you, but wait… Should she know I am a robot or android or whatever? I feel like it would complicate or make things bad…” Sterling looks at Zeke and takes a moment to think.

“I think that is up to you. However, for relationships and marriages to work there needs to be honesty. So, I think for the greater good you should tell her and if she is as nice as she sounds then I am sure she won’t mind.” Zeke nods and ponders on his father’s answer.

“I will tell her when she comes back from her book signing events. Anyways, here is my home address. Come over when you are ready to get settled in. I have a guest room with your name on it!” Zeke says cheerfully and stands up leaving the café and going to his house. He starts to clean up and waits for the time his father decides to come home. Zeke sits in his living room a smile on his face, as he looks down at a picture of him and Onyx, but slowly the picture develops, and Sterling is standing next to him with a big smile.

…

Life is what you make of it and it can be wild at times.

Life is a thing that can be created, destroyed, and altered in various ways.

Life is a miracle.

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