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vespaer77 · 10 months ago

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Because, as we've established that our brain cells might have been separated at birth, lol, I'm gonna add to this again. Like the sugar free hazelnut creamer to your coffee. Or, something to that effect <3 And I'm sorry I'm always so long winded, y'all can tell me to shut up haha :o)

But it's important to note Gale's timeline. It's fudgy and we have a lot that's unconfirmed, but we can make some informed inferences, and there are some facts we know.

1 - Elminster, the Taylor Swift of Wizards (he's an exceptionally famous dude across Faerun), showed up on Gale's doorstep to basically say, "You're a wizard, Harry."

2 - Which honestly, is the dream of many children. A whole fantasy franchise has been built around it (and it's truly despicable author, unfortunately, but I wrote a pretty kick ass song about her and recorded it in the studio with a choir of trans/nb/gender fluid voices and it is single-handedly my best living memory). Gale's childhood has already been affected by something else that might have pushed him pretty hard in this direction: at some point he stops referring to his parents as a plural. He only talks about his mother, and no longer mentions his father. Now we don't know when he left the scene. Unlike with Wyll, as a player we're never allowed to ask him about it. He could've been older than 8 when father was gone. But we do know that Gale's last name is his mother's last name, so we could form a rational opinion or head canon around that. In any case, the loss of a parent in childhood, now matter how it happens, has a profound effect on a person. And while it is not confirmed, it is very possible Elminster showed up during an extremely vulnerable time in Gale's life.

3 - He was the youngest student at Blackstaff Academy. And while this, also, is never stated in the game, this can be put together, too, by reading about the academy out on the FR wiki pages and just... playing a wizard at a table in D&D =) How old was your lvl 1 wizard when you rolled them up? Were they 8? Probably not. The wiki really only lists a handful of children who have apprenticed at the academy over its long history, and we also have a canonical, in-game, example of a wizard who is beginning his apprenticeship: Rolan. Who is also very much not 8. And while it is not stated, one could possibly infer with full logic that a lot of the student body at the academy was significantly older than Gale. I mean, they weren't, like, 30, but the Academy is a lot like high school or university.

Not third grade.

(Or non-American equivalent, I know we break things out a little differently here, I can only speak from my own experiences.)

Gale was a child prodigy - he was incredibly intelligent and skilled (and he obviously still is - his INT score is pretty darned high lol). Composing the Weave came more easily to him than his classmates, who had likely already been studying and practicing for years before their apprenticeship at the academy was even granted. That's a really tough situation for a kid to be immersed in, even before any mention of becoming Mystra's Chosen. But it's particularly tough for a kid who may or may not be dealing with the loss of a parent, one whose support structure was so small.

4 - The year in-game is 1492, and we know that Mystra was fully reincorporated in 1487 (even though her essence was around and communicating before that). We also know, because Gale says as much, that before the events of the game (before he was snatched and tadpoled), he had been sequestered in his tower for a year. And we do know that Elminster was tasked with seeking magical prodigies and recruiting other Chosen. So from that, one could also infer that Gale's time spent with Mystra, and subsequently his relationship with her, could have spanned across four years.

He did say that first she was his mentor, then his muse, and then his lover. Even if the relationship spanned across three years, for a human that's a pretty significant relationship. There are a lot of marriages that don't last that long, haha ;o)

And while Mystra is not allowed to reduce, diminish, or take away any of his spellcasting ability, she could have removed the orb. And did not. (And I've already stated my opinion about Mystra allowing a live bomb to just... walk unchecked out into a world of innocent people, lol.) The orb, on the other hand, did what she was not allowed, and ate everything about him away from the inside. The silver fire she had given him. Seemingly, almost even, in exchange for sex. At least from his perspective.

This man sat in that tower and watched everything - *everything* - that had defined him, that he had worked so hard to achieve, that he had sacrificed his childhood and his body to have, just get devoured. Just slip away.

And if he and Tara hadn't figured out that the orb could eat the Weave from outside sources just as easily as it could eat away at him from within, he would have died.

Violently.

And he could have taken innocent victims with him.

I was lvl 2 when I pulled him from the sigil in the stone so he dinged lvl 2 when I first met him, but that's a pretty long fall.

So I guess what I'm trying to add is that absolutely yes, he is not just obsessed with his ex. He made a mistake that cost him everything. He is paying a punishment that is vastly disproportionate to the crime. But he believes the sentence is just because his goddess told him so. And how can be be a wizard if he doesn't believe her?

He is essentially that 8yr old boy again, back at square one, all alone with no support structure, trying to remember who he was before his whole life even happened. Before he was even a fully formed person. And he can't even be upset about it. Even that has been taken from him. He has to keep himself in a "glade of calm," as he calls it, because if he gets too upset or excited... boom.

(I also think this is why we start seeing such a dramatically darker shift in his character as we go from Act 2 and into Act 3 - the effects of the orb are being mitigated so he finally has a little freedom to start processing some of his feelings... as long as he can trust Mystra, who has tasked him with suicide, to keep her word.)

So when we meet him, we meet a man who has chosen to just swallow it all. To put his best smile on, and accept his penance with grace, devotion, and faith. To accept the responsibility for two people, because his goddess has tasked him thus. We meet a man who has armored himself behind smooth charm, a sharp and intelligent wit, and a thick shield of secrecy and a self-confidence that borders on arrogance.

Hell, it might be why he has abs, lol! He's beautiful! And we naturally feel things for someone who is beautiful. Ask anyone who is a fan of Kylo Ren, lol..... *sweats in Star Wars*

He is eager to ingratiate himself to us, and prove his skill and his talent. Because if he can convince us that we have some use of him, then he has some measure of value once more. And perhaps even a path forward, whereas before all he had was heartache and loss, and guilt and shame.

And solitude at the top of his tower.

So anyhoo, yeah! You are 100000% correct - he is absolutely mourning the loss of his magic. And that is a huge statement that was deserving of a little emphasis. I just think that folks who don' t get that don't have a full understanding of how very, very deeply that runs within this character.

It is his entire being.

i have established that any gale commentary or opinion that starts with he's obsessed with his ex is immediately invalid. I don't care if you or they have good points later in the commentary about his character.

If you don't have enough patience or braincells to look past him mourning his loss to mystra is actually about him mourning his loss of magic (which he has been doing for his whole life. thats like hating on an artist missing their sponsor because their sponsor left them and took all their tools with them) then I'm not giving you the same courtesy.

The audacity to comment on his character just to bash for him is getting old.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 gale #gale bg3 #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #bg3 discussion #gale discussion

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makeste · 4 years ago

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BnHA Chapter 290: It’s Touya Time

Previously on BnHA: Iida and Hadou showed up like a couple of Pennsylvanias and Georgias to bail Shouto out at the last minute. Ochako and Toga had an exceptionally strange fight which consisted of Toga being all “guess what Ochako, I used your quirk to murder someone, how do you feel about that”, and Ochako being all “I do not like that”, to which Toga was all “:(”. There was some doll-stealing and some bookcase-yeeting, and then Toga left in tears because Ochako was all adamant that murder has consequences. Anyway so I have absolutely no idea what Toga is thinking now, but I guess we’ll have some time to stew on it, because we ended the chapter by cutting back to the Iida+Hadou+Shouto VS Afomura battle, which was interrupted by Gigantomachia and the LoV showing up like a bunch of Floridas to ruin everyone’s nice day.

Today on BnHA: Horikoshi hands the mic over to Dabi and is all “take it away, kid.” Over in Room 315 of Musutafu General, Rei is all “may I please watch some TV” and the hospital staff is all “sure”, and so she tunes in just in time to catch Todoroki Touya’s Peabody Award-winning documentary “Number One Hero, Number One Fraud: The Todoroki Enji Story”, which is being broadcast nationwide courtesy of Skeptic and his magic laptop. Meanwhile in Jakku, Dabi is all “I’M TOUYA, BITCHES”, and Shouto and Enji are all, “(゜◇゜ )”, and Dabi is all, “anyway so just to sum it all up, because of how much of a jerk Endeavor was, I am now Evil.” Everyone continues to be all “(ﾟoﾟ)” except for Dabi, who is all “└(˘▾˘┌ )≡ ( ┐˘▾˘)┘≡┗( ˘▾˘)┛≡┏( ˘▾˘)┓≡┗( ˘▾˘)┛” for pretty much the rest of the chapter. Idk. Just let the man have his fun, guys. He’s waited a long time for this.

y’all I have a confession to make. I am technically not spoiled for this chapter thanks to my robustly paranoid system of spoiler-tag-filtering, which is extensive enough that it pretty much will catch whenever someone so much as breathes something even remotely new-chapter-related. that being said, I like to think that I am capable of making basic logical inferences! and so the fact that for the past 36 hours, my dashboard has pretty much nonstop consisted almost entirely of this...

...has led me to conclude that MAYBE, POSSIBLY, PROBABLY, BUT ALSO DEFINITELY, a certain someone is finally going to reveal his ~secret identity~ woop woop. lmao

anyway so everyone, please remember to act surprised though, as we would not want Dabi’s feelings to be hurt at all. he has been planning this moment for the last decade or so and I wouldn’t want him to feel like all of that effort was for naught. so just play along, okay. OH MY, IF IT ISN’T THE LEAGUE OF VILLAINS’ MYSTERIOUS DABI. WHATEVER COULD HIS ARRIVAL POSSIBLY BE HERALDING, I JUST DON’T KNOW

“Dabi’s Dance” lmao. I’m sticking with Touya Time myself. ngl I had this recap title planned out for at least the past year or so. just waiting for that day to finally come

anyway so some people in some building somewhere are all “TURN OFF THE TV IN ROOM 315” and idk. I’m guessing the LoV is hacking the airwaves to livestream the reveal, as predicted

-- oh shit. UHHHHHHHH

did she always have this TV or did she get it just recently?? jfc of all the times for the hospital staff to finally loosen up

um... so that’s... (・＿・；)

well but I mean, she was gonna find out one way or the other at some point though. like you can’t really just keep her locked up and isolated from all news of the outside world forever and ever and ever. granted, this isn’t exactly the ideal way for her to learn this particular bit of information, but it’s not really ideal for anybody else either! EXCEPT DABI, THAT IS. have yourself a day you funky little terrorist

oh shit what is this?? it’s not live???

over in Jakku, a red-faced, sputtering Dabi makes a frantic grab for Skeptic’s laptop. “WAIT, NO, JESUS, NOT THAT TAPE!”

lol. but seriously Dabi are you even wearing a shirt. like I’m not one to slutshame anyone bro, but it’s just, exactly what type of mood were you looking to set here??

anyway so we really are cutting back to Jakku now, and Gigantomachia is all, “MASTERS”! which, I wonder if he really did use the plural? that’s right Machia, both of them in one place now! that sure is convenient for you huh

lol what is this with all this AFO monologuing. you’re really gonna make me read through this when I’m sitting here all sleep-deprived from election week. JUST GET TO THE TOUYAS. WE WERE PROMISED TOUYAS!!

sigh

“tee hee it’s fucking hilarious how goddamn powerful I am now lol”

alas, in spite of myself I do have two serious takeaways from this. one is that AFO is still controlling most of Tomura’s body behind the scenes, which both does and doesn’t bode well for Tomura (like, at least he’s not dying, but the long-term implications of this for his free will and such certainly are not Good). and two is that this confirms that Ujiko did give Tomura at least one powerful mutant quirk, which explains why he was still so deadly and indestructible even when Aizawa was using Erasure on him (since Erasure doesn’t work on mutant quirks, just emitter and transformation ones)

MEANWHILE ON TODAY’S EPISODE OF “TODOROKI SHOUTO’S TERRIBLE, HORRIBLE, NO GOOD, VERY BAD LIFE”

I like how he doesn’t actually say that he can’t take on Gigantomachia. just that he can’t take on him and Afomura at the same time. that’s confidence, baby. that right there is why you always draft Todoroki Shouto in the first round for your fantasy team

HADOU!!!!

OOOH, TOMURA’S ALL “MAN, THIS GIRL’S WAVE POWERS AND THIS KID’S ICE POWERS ARE A SUPER-STRONG COMBO DAGNABBIT.” YESSS I LIKE THAT, TELL ME MORE ABOUT HOW COOL AND POWERFUL THEY ARE

HOT DAMN LOOK AT THAT

um but not to take away from this exceptionally cool moment or anything, but why is Endeavor dying and shouting “RUN” down there in the corner um

excuse me. not to take away from How Bad This All Is, but!!

just a little, smol, IidaBaku for everyone. Iida, who apparently doesn’t know a damn thing about first aid and is all, “hmm that’s a pretty bad-looking puncture wound he has in his left shoulder there, I think I’ll just let his arm dangle freely like that and I won’t bother taking off his heavy gauntlets either. I mean. he’ll be fine, probably.” smh. at least Shouto probably cauterized the wounds

EXCUSE ME WHAT

TIME FOR MORE OF THAT GOOD OLD FASHIONED SHOUNEN RIDICULOUSNESS I GUESS LMAO. KACCHAN YOU HAVE A HOLE IN YOUR TORSO. THERE IS A HOLE IN YOUR TORSO, AND YOU LOST LIKE FOUR GALLONS OF BLOOD, BUT SURE. “PUT ME DOWN” HE SAYS. FIRST OF ALL, PUTTING ASIDE THE FACT THAT YOU ABSOLUTELY SHOULD NOT BE CONSCIOUS, THE FUCK ARE YOU EVEN GOING TO DO, LIE DOWN AT THEM?? LISTEN, YOU SWEET IDIOT. TAKE HEED, BELOVED DUMBASS!!

ah well. I guess he gets to watch the Touya Show now too then lol

LMAOOOO now Machia’s lifting Tomura carefully in his palm like a broken action figure and Spinner is all “THE FUCK, YOU LOOK LIKE DEATH WARMED OVER”

“oh hey there Spinner. well let’s see, I woke up from my three-month coma and destroyed a city, had my body incinerated, and am currently being possessed by a diabolically evil potato. but please, tell me more about everything you've been through”

AW YISS AND THE FOCUS NOW SHIFTS TO THE TODOROKIS. EVERYTHING IS PROCEEDING EXACTLY AS WE HAVE FORESEEN

Endeavor my dude. it’s as if you want to die here. also holy shit, that bit about his lungs definitely does not bode well for him either

MOTHERFUCKER

GO AHEAD AND SIGN YOUR OWN DEATH CERTIFICATE, WHY DON’T YOU!! FLAGS UPON FLAGS. JESUS CHRIST

meanwhile Dabi’s just waving at ‘em

lmaoooo please oh please Caleb please keep this ‘EYYYYYYY’, it’s fucking perfect kdlshk;hg

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH

(ETA: so as you will see very shortly, I completely missed this detail in my first read-through because I was so anxious to get to the reveal page, but THIS MOTHERFUCKER LITERALLY DOUSED HIMSELF WITH INSTANT HAIR DYE REMOVER THAT HE’S JUST BEEN CARRYING AROUND IN A LITTLE HIP POUCH APPRENTLY SINCE THE BEGINNING OF TIME. MOTHERFUCKER. I HAVE NO WORDS.)

IS THIS THE TIME. IS THIS THE MOMENT?! HERE IT COMES SLKFHS BRACE YERSELVES LADS

EYYYYYYYYYYYY

OKAY EVERYONE JUST LIKE WE PRACTICED!! SURPRISED FACES ON THREE! ONE... TWO... (•̪ o •̪) !! okay how was that

LMAO ENDEAVOR

at least Shouto looks properly stunned. Enji just looks like endeavor.exe just straight up stopped working

meanwhile Deku’s out here trying to do the math on this latest surprise family reveal! first Tomura is related to Nana, and now this. what’s next. who are you related to, Spinner. he rips off his boots to reveal engine legs and declares himself Iida’s long-lost uncle

oh shit Touya

it’s as if a million fanworks suddenly cried out in terror and were suddenly jossed. who knew that all this time he was secretly sporting a crop top scar

also, THIRTY?! holy shit son you been busy

la la la two-page spread of Touya casually driving the dagger into Endeavor’s hero career and rocking the foundations of hero society as we know it la la la

la la la!!!

OH IS THAT THE END OF THE STORY THEN

almost got confused for a sec. there’s two monologues happening at once here. Endeavor doesn’t even know that his dirty laundry is being aired out nation-wide as we speak ffffff

btw while I appreciate the close-ups of Enji and Shouto here for sure, ngl I would also really love to see everyone else’s reactions right now. SHOW ME BAKUGOU AND THE LOV YOU COWARDS

is his hair actually turning white all of a sudden?? your hair dye just reacts on command??

(ETA: in all seriousness though, the hell kind of hair dye was he using? all he has to do is pour a bottle of that stuff and not even lather it in and it’s just gone just like that?? what the fuck would have have done if it ever rained lmao.

and this motherfucker just goes and leaves the dye remover in afterwards, too. I have never dyed my hair in my life and even I can tell you that’s probably not a good idea, Dabi.)

is this it. is this the legendary Dabi Dance in action. lmfao

oh hey what the fuck

so you figured you’d just murder your innocent younger brother to get revenge on dad, huh. well that’s nice

is that really all there is to the origin story though?? feels like we’re still missing a huge chunk of it. what was it that finally sent him over the edge? or was the trauma of being created as Endeavor’s perfect little hero tool and then being subsequently rejected by him enough on its own? because I’m still kind of confused on the part where he goes from “abused and discarded by his father” to ��killed thirty people and was plotting the murder of his own brother” to tell you the truth

(ETA: lmao the initial fandom reaction to this did not disappoint. listen guys. people can be traumatized and shaped by awful circumstances that are completely out of their control, and grow up to be people they wouldn’t have grown up to be if things had been better, and all of that absolutely sucks, but. it doesn’t mean they get a get-out-of-jail-free card for all of their future actions, either! the tragedy of this situation is that terrible things happened to Touya, and he then went on to do terrible things himself. the tragedy of it is that this is exactly how the cycle of abuse keeps repeating itself on and on and on. maybe one of the people Dabi killed had a child who will now grow up traumatized themselves, and potentially go on to pay it forward themselves when they grow up. the tragedy is that the eye-for-an-eye justice that Touya is seeking out won’t actually make anything better in the end. the tragedy is that we understand why Touya is so angry, but that anger has basically warped him into the gleefully sadistic dancing figure we see in this chapter who has stopped caring about anyone else’s pain or suffering and just wants his own revenge.

anyway. basically what I’m trying to say is that it’s possible for the concepts of “Todoroki Touya was an innocent child and a victim of abuse” and “Dabi is a grown-ass motherfucking adult who killed thirty people and PROBABLY NEEDS TO BE HELD ACCOUNTABLE FOR THAT” to coexist lol. like, y’all wanted your moral grey, well HERE YOU GO lmao, eat up.)

lol but LOOK AT THAT BOY DANCE HIS LITTLE HEART OUT though

Todoroki Touya confirmed not a fan of the Endeavor redemption arc huh. well we all saw this coming lols

anyways here’s a sexy Touya for y’all

you really are the most theatrical bitch I s2g lmao

also for real though, what is happening with his hair? anime team in shambles here. they’re probably just gonna double down and keep it red. too bad though cuz this is a surprisingly good look on him

SO MANY CLOSE-UPS OF THE TODOROKI FACES

friendly reminder that Dabi without a doubt REHEARSED this speech like a thousand fucking times. LET US FALL TOGETHER!! COME DANCE WITH YOUR SON IN HELL. apparently if you fake your own death in middle school you will never mentally age past that point and will remain a permanent chuuni

OH LMAO THAT’S THE END

we really just gonna end on “DANCE WITH YOUR SON IN HELL”, huh. very well then. you know what song to play, Horikoshi. one, two... YOU ARE MY DAD. YOU’RE MY DAD!! BOOGIE WOOGIE WOOGIE

#bnha 290 #dabi #todoroki touya #todoroki enji #todoroki shouto #todoroki rei #bakugou katsuki #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha

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creativia10 · 3 years ago

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Janus in Wickhills Part 4

Notes: (Continuation of recursive fic of @/tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors 's Love and Other Fairytales series

Previous parts Janus in Wickhills Part 1, Part 2, Part 3)

This is an au of Laoft where Remus came back several years earlier, and Linda isn’t in the picture yet. Also takes place some time after Logan has become the Seelie court rep.

Ch 4

They went back to the house the normal way.

Roman and Mamaw already appeared to be looking through some books on witch magic. They both looked up as the three came back into the house.

“Did you find anything out?” Ro asked.

L and V looked at each other. Then V sort of shrugged.

“Possibly? We found some significant information-“

“But it doesn’t necessarily bring us more insight into this” L said gesturing at Janus.

Janus pursed his lips.

“We’re going to try some other things out to see if we can gather anything else.”

Ro started to get up, “Do you need-“

“No, dear.” L stepped forward and held Ro’s hands.

Just then, a cat hopped up onto the table Ro had been reading at, and gave a loud miffed meow towards Ro. Ro gave the cat a look, but then turned back as L continued.

“You are fine as you are. You are the most qualified here to help us search through magic books. You are being very helpful.”

Ro blushed at that and looked away. He then mumbled, “It’s not like we’re the only witches around here or anything.”

L simply smiled, leaned in and pecked Ro’s cheek. V smiled softly at them.

“Oh, go on like I am not contributing just as much if not more,” Mamaw called out.

L huffed, “I thought the plural ‘you’ was implied!”

Ro snickered. Mamaw was clearly fighting a smile, so L let it go. He squeezed Ro’s hands one more time before turning back to V and Janus.

“Should we wait for our songbird for this?” He asked. “We certainly can’t do everything, as we are fae ourselves.”

V tilted his head, then shook it.

“Not for all of it. He loves working at the bakery, I don’t want to pull him away from it.”

L nodded with a soft smile.

“Very well. Perhaps I should get some of my family members to help then?”

V hmmed.

“If they’re comfortable with it.”

They turned to Janus.

“Is that alright?”

Janus hesitated.

“I guess.”

L stepped towards him.

“Don’t worry, my family members are good people. I don’t think they would do anything unprovoked.”

Janus nodded hesitantly. It’s not like he had a lot of options then anyways. L got his phone out to see if his brother was home. When he got an affirmative, the three of them walked through the woods and into town.

Apparently they did not have a ready car, as they lived in the woods, so they were walking for now. L turned to Janus but paused before speaking. Janus was about to ask him what was up, when V quickly hopped into a shadow thing and came back, holding out Janus’ hat.

“Apparently we forgot your hat by the hammock.”

Janus mouth formed an O, and he sheepishly put his hat back on, trying to angle it like he had the other night at the revel despite knowing that would not be enough. Janus looked around as they walked, trying to see if he would get something from this. He wasn’t sure how to describe what he was seeing. It felt familiar but not. And there was definitely a twinge of magic feeling in the air, as to be expected from a town like Wickhills. Although he wasn’t sure how he knew that.

When they got to L’s family’s house, they waited outside for his brother to come out to greet them.

When Janus saw L’s brother come outside, he was immediately struck with the similar appearances the two had. Yet, there was a lack of the faery features that were prominent on L.

Changeling, his mind supplied, although he wasn’t sure how he knew that.

The brother stood on the steps for a moment staring at Janus. Janus shifted in discomfort.

“Bug. I would like your assistance, as we are met with a situation we are unsure what to do with.”

‘Bug’ looked at Janus then to L.

“Yeah, I am getting that feeling.” He walked over to L.

“He has told us we may call him Jay. He woke up on the forest floor with amnesia.”

“We were hoping you could help us to test if he is fae considering,” L said.

Bug looked confused.

“O…k. Why not have your nonfae husbands help?”

“Roman is looking through witch books with nana to see if they can find more info on what may have happened to Jay, and Patton is at the bakery.”

“We, uh, didn’t want to interrupt him,” V said.

Bug smiled a little and nodded.

“Alright. I’ll get some stuff from inside and I’ll meet you in the back yard.”

He took a step back to the house and then turned to L again.

“Am I hiding that you’re here from mom and dad?” Bug asked a little quieter.

L sighed. “I just did not want to worry them.”

Bug nodded. “Alright.” Then he went back into the house. Janus followed the two fae around the house to the back.

Janus wanted to ask about L and his brother’s relation, but he wasn’t sure if he should.

Then again, he wanted to understand what this test would pertain.

“So…your family is human?” Janus asked.

L gave Janus an unreadable look.

“…yes. I am a changeling. My parents were able to get my brother back from the faery who left me with them, but they refused to give me back.”

Janus tilted his head, having never heard of such a thing.

“How did they manage that?”

“I believe there was a variety of factors. For one, they had armed the house up with faery charms, so she was unable to go inside or really outright do anything to them despite their refusal.”

“Oh wow.”

Janus couldn’t help but wonder what kind of people his parents were to be willing to keep a changeling child like that. He was almost afraid to ask why they chose to, out of fear that would offend him.

“and yet…you represent the seelie court now,” Jay said instead.

After a moment L nodded. Before he could ask more careful questions about that, L’s brother came back out holding some different things.

“Ok, hopefully these will do it. Although this could be difficult, as I am assuming we do not want to cause harm, and most ways to tell if someone is a faery when you’re not fae or a witch, is by wards.”

“Actually, that reminds me. Do you think it would be helpful to have your boyfriend come over? Since you’re trying to figure out what’s going on, and his double sight could be helpful,” L said.

Bug seemed unsure.

V seemed hesitant. “Only if he’s comfortable with it.”

“I get the sense he is still freaked out by this Wickhills magical stuff,” Bug said.

L pondered.

“V, do you know if anyone ever looked at your brother through a hag stone?”

V tilted his head then shook it.

“As far as I know, no. I didn’t let Grettie or her family get anywhere near him.”

“So we don’t know if his appearance from double sight would have a similar affect to seeing V,” L mumbled.

“Um, excuse me-“ Janus waved a hand to get their attention. “I’m confused. What are you talking about here?”

Bug seemed confused, but L adjusted his tie and turned to Janus.

“We discovered that my brother’s boyfriend has something called double sight. Basically, when he wears an iron ring that he has, on a specific hand, he is able to see past magical glamor, and can essentially see the magical auras of fae, witches, and those who were blessed by a fae gift. A hagstone is a special type of rock with a hole in it that has a similar affect if one were to look through it.”

“…okay. And why are you concerned about me being seen through it?”

L sighed.

“Because, my brother’s boyfriend freaked out upon seeing V’s true form with his double sight, and as we don’t know your origin, we do not know what he may see and if it would freak him out similarly.”

Bug then said, “I can at least ask him, and we’ll just have to try and be careful. Maybe it’ll be helpful if we’re aware to help him out the moment anything seems off. He’s trying to get more used to these things, since yall are part of my family. In fact, he might even be glad to feel helpful, as he probably still feels somewhat awkward around you guys.”

V nodded and L shrugged. Bug smiled. “Cool, I’ll ask him, and we can start while we wait.”

“Why do you call him bug anyways?”

They jumped a little at the question and looked at him. Janus immediately felt sheepish. That seemed kind of random given their previous topic of conversation. It’s not like that was something he needed to know. Bug rubbed the back of his neck.

“It’s just kind of a nickname from when I was kid. Like how I call him Berry.”

Janus snorted a little, then composed himself.

“Alright, that’s cute.”

L blushed a little at that. V smiled with some mirth.

“I do believe you may be distracting us though.” L said then. Janus gaped. He wasn’t really doing it on purpose. V narrowed his eyes some, before L patted his hand.

“I am suggesting it’s a nervous thing dear, nothing else.”

V relaxed a little at that. Bug looked between the three of them, seeming unsure.

“How about we go over this first?”

They nodded.

“Jay, do you know anything about fae wards?” Bug asked him. Jay’s eyes widened, having not expected the brother to ask him something directly.

“Um, I am not sure actually. I mean, I must know some things, as I could tell L was a changeling when I saw your similar appearances.”

“Hm.” Bug grabbed one of the things he brought out.

“Uh,” he looked at the other two fae there, “Did you two want to like back up or something?”

Okay, that was a nerve-racking statement.

V scoffed. “I am the lord of the forest. I can likely handle human versions of faery wards.”

L nodded a little, “I will probably be ok. I would not put myself in harm.”

Bug still seemed unsure, but he nodded. He held out a daisy. Janus looked at the daisy, then looked back up at Bug with a raised eyebrow.

“What-“

“Just, come a little closer.”

Janus sighed and rolled his eyes and he walked up to the daisy held out. He squinted and bent towards it. Almost immediately he wrinkled his nose as a sudden itchiness hit him. Bug stepped back just in time to avoid getting sneezed on.

“Okay, so that’s one.” Bug said, throwing the daisy back away from him.

Janus sighed.

“Oh? and that’s a sign of allergies as well, I would think.”

Bug shrugged. “Yeah, that’s why it’s one of the less harmful deterrents. Ah, here’s one that can’t be put off as an allergy.”

He held out a jar of honey.

“Honey is known to cause good neighbors to get drunk.”

“I’m sorry what?” Janus asked in bewilderment. He looked around at the others who nodded.

“I am not sure how you would feel about that, though,” Bug continued.

“Perhaps we should go with a different one?” L asked. Bug nodded.

“Here’s another one that can’t be explained any other way, seeing as I am not a witch. Kids used to torment us with this one,” Bug said and then he proceeded to take his shoes and socks off. Janus looked on with furrowed brows. Bug then turned his socks inside out and started to put them back on. Janus was about to ask what the brother was doing, when in a blink, suddenly the brother was gone. Janus jolted and looked around.

“What…the hell”

L and V shared a knowing look.

“Did-did you see where he went? Wha-how”

Suddenly the brother reappeared, startling Janus again.

“Well, that answers that.”

“…what?”

Bug finished putting his footwear back on.

“Humans turn their clothes inside out to hide from the view of fae.”

“…what?”

“In other words,” L stepped forward, “If he disappeared for you when he turned his socks inside out, that’s a sign that you are, after all, a fae.”

“…why would that even work anyways?”

V half-smiled at that. “Do you really expect us to be able to explain why every magical happenstance with faeries happens?”

Janus paused then shrugged. He…wasn’t sure what to make of this. It made sense, sort of , given what they had already said, with observation. Somehow, it didn’t sound right though. How would he not feel like he was? Maybe he should ask L more about his changeling situation, that was the closest thing he could think of.

“Jay?” L asked.

“Hmm?” Janus looked up. L looked at him with concern.

“Are you alright?”

Janus frowned. He didn’t know how to answer that.

“Hey,”

They looked over to V, who was looking up from a silvery rectangular device he had been leaning over and fluttering his fingers across for some reason.

“I was letting them know what we found. Wren just got off work, so Ro suggested we all meet up at a picnic, by twin cliff falls, like we used to. How would you feel about that?” V asked.

Janus narrowed his eyes. “…a picnic?”

“Yeah. Ro likes to throw together picnics for us, although he doesn’t do that as much since we moved into our house in the woods together. He has also invited Remus. Cricket, would you care to come as well? Your boyfriend can meet with us there.”

Bug smiled at that.

“Sure, that sounds fun. I kind of thought that spot was a place just the four of you liked to go to.”

V shrugged.

“It was, but it’s still a nice spot. I don’t really mind.”

Bug nodded. “Alright, I’ll send him the invite. Do we need to bring anything?”

“I don’t think so, but I can ask. You know, you are in that group chat too.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Janus asked. They looked at him.

“How did he communicate the picnic thing to you?”

V frowned. “Ah, he texted us.” V said, and wiggled the device he was holding. “On the phone.”

“…text? and that does not look like a phone to me.”

They all shared looks.

“Ah, it’s a newer type of phone. And texting is like sending a typed message through it. Here, I’ll show you,” V carefully showed him the flat part of his device, that had blinking words on it. Janus’ face pinched, as he had trouble wrapping his head around this device.

“W-“

“How about we talk more about this when we get there, yeah?” Bug cut in. Janus shrugged. He was just confused though.

“Ok, cool. I’ll go tell mom and dad what we’re doing.”

“And yes, Bug, it’s fine to let them know we’re going there for a picnic.”

Bug nodded before he headed back into the house.

#laoft fic #ts janus #ts logan #ts virgil #ts thomas #sanders side fic

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roccinan · 4 years ago

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1/? simply because you have the most galaxy brain thoughts ever,,, what do you think would've happened if they waited until s5 to reveal sergio and andrés were (half)brothers?

i do know that when my fam started watching lcdp at first i was so put off. like i watched ep 1 and the prof creeped me out. ""berlin"" creeped me out. e v e r y o n e creeped me out. and i was cringing so hard becz of the short lived romance angle with alison parker. i literally did not watch s1 at all xcept for like sneak peeks. highlights being the scene where berlin discovers monica is alive and does his dramatic door by door thing? that was so SUSPENSEFUL even tho i had no idea what was going on. DOMINGO DE RESURECCION remains forever iconic.

2/? And OF COURSE the group bella ciao dance when they hit earth (hahah i thought the banda were actually like a "found family where they all love each other LOL") i am a SUCKER for found family. but anyhoo when i properly got intrigued was s2 when tokyo was kicked out (the music from that scene is still my favourite) it's just so dramatic..!! why am i telling u all this again? right, i haven't slept a wink and it's nearly 7 am pls forgive me if these rambles make no sense. i have a point with this.. i'm going somewhere

RIGHT. so when the fam actually rewound the ep cz i wanted to know WHY berlin did that (didn't fully realise how batsht crazy he can be), the russian roulette scene played. and pedro's acting. MAN. and like just that ep they made a point of showing us these flashbacks where sergio and andrés hug....

Hi anon! Thanks for stopping by- sorry took me a while to get back to you, will do my best to answer this string of messages (got all 4 parts)! Glad you like my thoughts XD

Firstly, I believe Andres/Sergio would be the biggest LCDP ship if the writers were evil enough to wait until s5 to reveal that they’re brothers asdfasdf. They’re already the two most popular male characters anyway.

It’d be especially crazy because it’s not like they tell the actors these things beforehand either. So that means there’d probably be a Serdres vs Berlermo vs Serquel fight every 5 minutes. I mean, even if not everyone agrees on everything in the lcdp fandom, it’s the most “peaceful” one I’ve ever been in because no character really gets in the way of any other ship (like even with helermo and berlermo there’s no true conflict since Andres is dead). But with Serdres in the mix?? CATASTROPHE. Everyone out here writing essays about how much of a bastard/bitch/homewrecker/motherfucker that Andres or Sergio or Martin or Raquel is. Never a moment’s peace!! so basically, a regular fandom lmao.

Then when we find out they’re brothers, it goes from catastrophe to Apocalypse. Suddenly serquel and berlermo have the upper hand. Everyone would double down and harass the crew/cast into whatever’s going on. Plot-wise, everything is the same though, just without Andres calling Sergio “hermanito.” Fandom however, would be a minefield! And I’m glad that’s not the case because I’d probably be an unfortunate serdres shippers XD No joke, my mother and I thought they were a couple in S1. So bullet dodged!

Secondly: haha, everyone creeped me out in S1 too, especially Berlin, I hated him, but thinking back, I think I mostly hated the fact that I didn’t hate him as much as I should have. I’ve made peace with it now but oh boy, was he a controversial figure in my head. I actually like the professor on sight though! IDK why, maybe because I thought his plans were cool or because of Alvaro’s delivery. I was afraid of an Alison Parker romance thing too- like, I do feel like she had a storyline that got dropped, but that part was quite cringey and overall unnecessary to the plot. Same with Ariadna, which was even cringier and even Less necessary to the plot.

Domingo de resurrecion was iconic though yes! And even with all that said, I genuinely enjoyed parts 1 and 2 because it was so different from anything else I’d seen. Not content wise, but maybe tonally? IDK, they were just really bold with a lot of things, like being objectively unafraid of having the protagonists (plural because all of them did LMAO) do objectively shitty things. Really kept me in suspense from beginning to end!

I’m usually a big fan of found families too! The funny thing is, then banda never struck me as a “family” until season 3. In 1 and 2, I was wondering what felt different about this show; then it hit me that these people remained colleagues to the end. Like, they backstabbed each other (repeatedly) and everyone was quite selfish, and only the bonds that were already there stuck. They were the opposite of a found family LOL But I think by S3, they went down the found family route and I didn’t mind because it makes quite a lot of sense for them to feel that bond after the Mint heist and almost dying/living together (and having witnessed 3 deaths together on the team). But I still doubt Berlin and Palermo were ever really part of this found family, with good reason XD

LOL the scene where Tokyo got kicked out is also among my favorites!! It was so funny and dramatic, and it was like, wow we can go anywhere with this now! Don’t worry- your rambles and thoughts are always welcome :D

I’m rolling over how you watched the Tokyo expulsion scene before the Russian Roulette scene haha. Also yes, PEDRO. Berlin may have been “controversial” to me at first, but I became Pedro’s fan from day one! Also the Hug is probably what made me like Berlin (despite my determination to hate him rip) in the first place.

3/? ... and like now that i think about it... tokyo had real guts huh. like she KNEW berlin was close enough to el prof to know his name (fhshshs imagine if she'd heard andrés saying 'hermanito' it's unrealistic that she didn't TBH. i mean obviously they decided to make them brothers only towards the end but like in canon universe. how tf did andrés de 'i raised my bby brother since he was 12 and i'd actually die for him and his stupidly brilliant plans' fonollosa go 5 months without slipping up once and calling sergio hermanito. or like,,, i like to imagine sergio kinda gave him lots of leeway(?) sergio's a lil oblivious too but like i'm sure half of it is.. that's my dumbass older bro shut up i'm not being partial you all have city names .. andr-berlin, pass the salt. like OOF. + sergio also knew his big bro was dYiNG so like. i'm sure they were sneaking in some quality time (i hope they did 😭 gosh imagine if sergio really did not ever consider the possibility of andrés dying in the heist so he'd tell himself he needs to perfect the plan now & anyway he'll have enough time to spend w/ his brother post heist in philippines. and then ... that happened :/

Tokyo has guts in place of braincells you bet that she’d do something like this, consequences be damned XD I also think it’s unrealistic for Andres not to slip up, but I have a feeling nobody besides Tokyo really tried to spy on them in private. I headcanon that Andres instead slips up and does things like ruffle Sergio’s hair or adjust his tie when other people are around. I also think Tokyo was convinced that they were a gay couple when she saw them hug XD And if Sergio never went on to tell the banda that Berlin was his brother, everyone would be giving Palermo such awkward looks after Nairobi accused him of being in love with Berlin LMAO.

I agree! I also imagine Sergio giving Andres leeway because he’s just so used to interacting with his brother that way haha. So either he’d go out of his way to ignore Berlin in front of everyone else or IDK, borderline telepathically communicate with him. Not even “pass the salt” has to leave his mouth- Berlin just puts salt into his food and cuts it up for him, in front of everyone who’s just staring like O.O

I actually do think Sergio never considered the possibility of Andres dying in the heist because he was just that confident in his own plan. Plus, Andres was probably the one person he expected to survive. And a lot of it has to do with Sergio’s attachment to him + Andres’ own habit of downplaying any illness/injury over the years, which I think is safe to believe canon. He was really in no condition to be in the heist, let alone lead it. Just the fact that he needs to take those injections is a big sign that he shouldn’t be there, but Sergio didn’t catch it because he’s human and blinded by faith :’) So yeah, I think Sergio was planning to spend proper time with Andres in Palawan and at Toledo, they just settled for those little moments by the fireplace.

4/? what always also just GETS me in the feels is that el prof was shown to be this in control creepily calm dude who is miles ahead of everyone. + in the 1st Toledo class itself we see how detached,, like how impersonal he is, how professional - choosing frickin CITY NAMES?! no 'personal relationships' ? (after recruiting his older brother, a father son pair, and war cousins... oh sergio 😂 he's such a frickin nerd and i love him) but like the earlier seasons really emphasised how robotic and down right COLD he can be. it still sometimes bothers me that he put the button in the car. he lead the police to his own damn brother, his blood, who took care of him and adopted him and was terminally ill and like - UGH i try to rationalise that sergio is that cold and unbothered. or that he has strict morals. but it still bothers me becz that button really sort of tipped andres' already unstable sanity. like andrés tells denver someth like you've robbed my future and after that he just seems so much more suicidal and accepting that he can't get out of the mint alive - WHY SERGIO WHY. I KNOW THAT AT THAT POINT YOU BASICALLY DIDN'T KNOW ANDRÉS WAS GOING TO BE YOUR BROTHER YET BECZ IT WASN'T WRITTEN IN THE SCRIPT BUT WHYYYYY

That’s so funny to me too LMAO No personal relationships, then he recruits these guys. Sergio, hello?? Also can’t forget how he just recruited his own girfrleind in the second heist too. Buddy! Love this nerd.

I don’t think that cold aspect of Sergio went away in later seasons either; he just had more opportunity to show a more open side of himself + without Andres, he had to metaphorically leave his comfort zone without a safety net. But in earlier seasons, he really did seem heartless at times XD Then again, we can argue that the same goes for Andres.

To be fair, I didn’t feel sorry for Andres over the button thing lol, but once the brothers reveal happened and all of Alvaro/Pedro’s headcanons came out and we know everything Andres did for Sergio, it makes what Sergio did REALLY harsh. We really just have to explain it through Sergio’s strict morals and him believing this to be the best non-fatal punishment for Andres, who at that point had convinced him he killed a hostage. And because he knew the television interview was coming up, maybe Sergio assumed Andres would use it to “clear” his name anyway. And empathy isn’t one of Sergio’s strong suits either, so through that lens, I can rationalize it.

Also it was lowkey funny to me how Andres was there like DENVER MUST DIE until he found out Sergio put the button there, then he was like “oh hermanito, you and your practical jokes <3″

Still, like you said, Andres and Sergio weren’t brothers yet at this point. They were probably supposed to be lovers lmao and had a dysfunctional Hannibal Lecter x Will thing going on. But because they made #hermanos canon, that button moment just feels very out of place now, especially given how much the two genuinely love each other.

Guess we could also say that Sergio’s just generally kinda bratty with Andres XD Like, he knows no matter what, Andres would forgive him anything. That’s how I see it anyway!

#anonymous #thanks for stopping by!#royalpaperhouse is this you my friend? :D

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lavendertwilight89 · 4 years ago

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“Bite me” 🤣

only like... a billion years later...

Also posted on AO3 in Asks and Answers

Oh annnnnnnnd THERE IS SMOOTSSSSSSSS

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There was an infinite number of reasons Inuyasha hated Kagome going back home. Firstly, it shouldn’t be her home. She was home when she was in their era--or rather his era… either way, the future shouldn’t be where she called home. Her home was with him--or by him. Whatever.

Secondly, he wasn’t allowed to just go anywhere he pleased--specifically, to follow her around while she was at school or with her friends in town. What if she got into trouble and he wasn’t around to save her? She was always tripping or finding a way to get kidnapped or hurt--she was a walking accident!

Thirdly, it fucking smelled terrible. The pollution and other modern smells overpowered his fucking senses. He often left with a migraine. Stupid future shit. No wonder demons weren’t around--they wouldn’t fucking survive.

Fourthly, he… well… he just missed her. When she wasn’t around. Near. God, she was turning him into the biggest wuss on the planet.

They’d been traveling together for just over a year now; their friends and they had been to almost every corner of Japan. Naraku was still at large, but he had been quiet for quite some time. Probably just as frustrated as they were with the lack of jewel shards to be found.

Shockingly, Inuyasha and Kagome had gotten into another fight. Not like the fights they used to have--noooo those had simmered down since their first year of travel. These were just based on… differences of opinions. Such as she, wanting to go home because she had a test and him, saying tests were pointless and she didn’t need to go.

Unfortunately… she won. Per usual. Only because she could fucking sit him and call it a day. So, he reluctantly followed her because--it wasn’t like he had anything better to do than watch the slayer and monk ogle each other or watch the slayer beat the tar outta him when he made to flirt with another woman.

Pass. Hard pass.

Even though he wasn’t supposed to, he trailed after her when she went to school. She was in something called ‘high school’ now and had to change uniforms. He didn’t really like the blue uniform. It reminded him she was getting older. Things were changing…

In good and bad ways. Good ways were, she was becoming a fucking woman. Her scent was beyond intoxicating each passing month. Yea, she had her cycle when she was fifteen but… now his demon sensed the maturity of her body taking form more and more. It took everything and more not to pour out his undying love for the woman and rut her in the middle of a fucking forest. Like an animal. But who was he kidding? She didn’t like him like that… Yea, they cared for each other. Yea they had kissed… but she was just--trying to save him. Yea, they’d hugged but she hugged Sango and Shippo… at rare times Miroku. He may be engaged but he wasn’t married yet.

Another good change was they didn’t fight as much. Or as hard.

Bad ways… she was growing up. She wasn’t going to want to travel around forever. According to her, she wasn’t marrying age yet in this time, even though in his, she was ripe for the taking. But he knew she had suitors. Plural. All that could offer her way more than he could. He had what? An asshat brother who wished he was dead? A dark half-demon that hunted him and his kinda ex-fiance person? An ex who was dead, haunting the lands until her revenge was exacted? Possibly longer? The clothes on his back and sword at his hip...Yep. He had the whole package.

Meanwhile, Koga had a full wolf tribe, ruled the mountains… And… what was the fuckin’ kid's name? Hobo? Hoko? Hojo--that was it. Both the Hojo idiots from both times. They had perfect happy little lives. No drama. No demons. They could offer her anything and everything.

Gods… he was doomed. He loved her so much. Kikyo? Pft. Yea, he cared about Kikyo--like a friend you owed because you accidentally kinda-got-them-killed-kind-of thing. Guilt--that’s what Kagome called it. He felt guilty and felt he needed to make it alright.

Anyway, with the lack of action, she wanted to come back to her time, catch up, and shit. Blah blah blah… He knew she could sense him. Her powers had increased, another good change. But she didn’t sit him or come out and yell at him. In fact, she actually did manage to come up for lunch.

“Hey, I figured you’d be hungry,” she happily greeted him.

“You’re...not angry?”

“You’re staying out of sight, why would I be mad?”

“Are you embarrassed of me?”

“Of course not! Why would you ask that??” She asked as she sat down opening her lunch. She took a rice ball and placed her container between them.

“Well it’s not like you let anybody see me or anything,” he glared at the food. He actually wasn’t even mad at her or the food. In all honesty, he was angered by his heritage. He was surprised when he felt her cool hand reach up and grab his face to look into her beautiful caramel eyes.

“I don’t want anyone to take you from me… You know there aren’t demons in this time. I don't want to put you in danger because they would want you. They would capture you and... What would I do without you?”

His heart pounded so hard he wondered if she could hear it with her human ears. Her eyes darkened and her lips parted from that soft smile. Her breath hitched and she bit down on her silken lip and all he could think about was devouring it.

Then he heard the door open and he pulled away from her, throwing his hat back on. She blushed madly and turned to see her friends coming out onto the roof with their lunches. Fucking perfect.

“Oh, h-hey guys,” she stuttered.

“Heyyyyy, are we interrupting anything?” The one named Eri smirked.

“NO!” He yelled, likely way too loudly and fast. But she seemed so flustered by what almost happened and he didn’t want them to think she was the idiot who got carried away.

“H-how are you guys,?” She asked with her fake smile. Damn. He hurt her. Again. She got caught up in the moment, and he took advantage of it.

“Hojo’s coming up,” Yuka said with a gleam in her eye.

“Uhhhh…” Kagome started.

“I can go,” Inuyasha muttered.

“No!” She looked at him like a deer in headlights and gripped his hand. “I-I mean--nooooo, don’t go! I thought we were going to share my lunch?”

He was blushing and staring at their joined hands when the Hobo came out. The boy stalled for a moment drawing Inuyasha’s attention and when their eyes met, he could tell Hoho was sizing him up. Out of habit to protect Kagome from other’s opinions, he tried to draw his hand away from her, but her grip tightened. What was she doing?

“Hey Hojo,” she greeted.

“Hey Kagome, how are you today?”

“Great! Inuyasha was in the area and decided to join us for lunch.” Was she lying?? Why?? Why wouldn’t she just tell them he followed her? This boy couldn't hurt him.

“Inuyasha? Oh--you’re the guy from the festival last year,” Hojo said as he sat down on the other side of her.

“Yea, one and the same,” he confirmed gruffly. Staring at the boy in front of him, he was surprised when Kagome held out a riceball for him. He took it from her with the hand she wasn’t holding and muttered his thanks.

“Oh, are you sharing your lunch?” Ayumi cooed.

“Kagome, you probably need more nourishment than that--here, why don’t we share--”

“That’s okay Hojo. I appreciate the thought, but I’m honestly not that hungry. He’s doing me a favor helping me out,” she laughed fakely.

Did no one else see the mask Kagome put on aside from him? He knew that she loved Sango, that she confided in her about everything. Did these girls know anything about his Kagome?

The rest of the time it was just idle chit chat. Nothing for him to really follow as it was mainly about classes they were taking. He noticed Kagome’s hand didn’t leave his though even when she would reach and take food out of her little box, her grip never lessened. To be honest, he loved the feeling of his hand in hers. Even more so because she was doing it in front of her friends.

When lunchtime ended, her friends got up and led the way to the door. She lingered behind them and told them she’d catch up shortly. Hojo sent her a passing glance, obviously hesitant about leaving her alone with him, but complied when she bid him a good afternoon.

“I uhm… I’ll see you when school's out, okay?” Why was she acting all shy now? She was the only one who gripped his hand in hers.

“Uh...sure. That’s fine. I’ll just wait here then?”

“Mhm,” she smiled softly and with a final bite of her lip, she turned and went back inside.

The school literally couldn’t end soon enough. He needed to know what the fuck was actually going on with her.

The hours seemed like they took forever--of course, that’s how it always was when she wasn’t right by his side. Again, the biggest pussy on the planet when it came to her.

Maybe he accidentally dozed off from boredom. Watching the clouds wasn’t the same without the bossy spirited girl who actually appreciated the little things while he laid on his back beside her, merely just enjoying her presence, but he didn’t realize she was outside until he heard the dumbass Hobo call out her name. He rolled onto his side to peer off the roof to see what was going on.

She looked startled and began to look around--likely lookin’ for him. She’d be fuckin’ pissed if he just leaped down from there then. After all, she did just admit it wasn’t about embarrassment, it was about the danger of him being taken from her. Humans were odd creatures--always lookin’ to learn more and more about something. He knew what she said was true.

But that only meant that even if he were to follow her back to this time to be with her, if she really wanted to be with her family, they’d have no future here either. Not like she’d likely want a future with him. He needed to--he needed to keep his head on straight. Why let his hopes get raised for nothing?

“Kagome! How about I walk you home! You’re probably famished and could collapse from that vertigo your grandfather called about last week.”

“Hahahaha...of course he did,” she smiled while he smelled her annoyance and anger. Kagome had mentioned her grandpa making up some rather colorful excuses to get to miss school since she was always with him. While he told her she didn’t have to go, she pointed out that she did. At least for her family’s honor. That was the only reason he let her still travel back and forth… well actually it was the only reason she actually wanted to.

He noticed she looked around again and finally saw him on the roof and frowned slightly. Biting her lip and then turning to look back at Hojo she said loudly enough to where he heard her mention, “Inuyasha said he was going to meet me at the corner but you can join us.”

“Oh...I see. Kagome, can I ask you something?” They started to walk away and while he had demonic hearing, with all the other chatter and distance they were putting between them was making it difficult what the man-child was asking of his--no--not his--Kagome. Just--Kagome.

“Sure, what’s up Hojo?”

Inuyasha sneakily leaped onto the track of the school and then up and over the fence onto the house across from them. He proceeded to jump down so he wouldn’t be seen but could listen in on their conversation.

“What is up with that friend of yours? I would have figured with your health problems he would have encouraged you to eat--not the other way around.” Inuyasha wanted to growl at the thought that he would ever put his own health before hers.

“Oh, honestly I wasn’t that hungry. We often share lunches. I’m obviously not starving.”

“Does he--he visits you when you’re in the hospital? At the shrine when you’re not well??”

“Oh--uh--yeah! See? He’s very concerned.”

“Does he not have a job? Did he drop out of school?”

“No, no, nothing like that. He’s actually very intelligent. He does uh… exterminations?” He overheard her nervous laugh. That was the truth technically. Demons were what summoned them from village to village in hopes they would come across a jewel shard. But the money was shared. They were a pack. It wasn’t his alone--even if it was, no one would feed, clothe, or house a half-demon.

“Oh he must be very fortunate then… do you think the chemicals are the source of what are making you ill though?”

“Of course not! Being with Inuyasha is--” He heard her cut off and at that point, he was standing at the fork in the road when she had mentioned he would meet them. “It’s uh…”

“Do you really like him, Kagome?”

“Yes… I just--I don’t know if he feels the same,” he heard her whisper, likely hoping he wouldn’t hear. But he did. And his head was spinning. She ‘liked’ him? Well duh, they’d been traveling together for over a year together. He hoped she would at least kinda enjoy his company. But did she mean--is that why--

“Oh! Inuyasha!”

Fuck he was made! He brought his head up and saw them walking towards him.

“Hey,” he replied back gruffly. It wasn’t his intention for it to have been so mean… but he was officially frustrated and confused.

“Everything ok?” Kagome asked sweetly as she blushed while she stood before him. Damnit.

“Yea. Fine. Let’s go,” he replied as he turned away. She groaned slightly--the one she used when she got bad news. He turned back to look at her and she looked highly disappointed… She acted like she didn’t want him to hear her little confession. Obviously she was embarrassed by liking him so why should she be upset if he acted like he didn’t hear her?

“Say, Kagome. What are you doing this Saturday?”

Would she be pissed off if he broke this kid's nose? Didn’t he just hear she liked him??

“Uhm…” She started. Oh, fuck no.

“She’s gonna be with me, twerp,” he stated firmly as he swung around and wrapped his arm around Kagome’s shoulders. She seemed to tense under the initial contact but then relaxed. Her breathing was a little erratic like she was nervous but excited… What a weirdo.

“Oh I see, did you decide this for her?” Hojo questioned.

“Pretty sure it’s a mutual agreement at this point, kid.”

“Kagome?”

“Yes, I’m sorry Hojo. Inuyasha and I have plans.”

“Kagome--why--”

“Why what?” Inuyasha snapped.

“Why be with someone who doesn’t tell you how they feel? Make you feel appreciated? Kagome--I’m in love with you. Please--let me prove that to you. Let me show you how a man should treat a lady.”

It took all he had to not punch the little dick in the throat. How dare he say those things to Kagome!

“Look here you little--”

“Hojo--I like spending time with Inuyasha,” Kagome countered.

“But Kagome--”

“Just because Inuyasha doesn’t like me in the same way doesn’t mean we can’t be friends, Hojo. If I want to stay with him then it’s really not--”

“You actually like me?” Inuyasha finally asked.

Kagome turned and looked at him from under his arm. She looked confused and she stepped out to be in front of him. She looked embarrassed and uncomfortable but she never hesitated in her response, “Inuyasha--of course I like you. I love you. I thought… it was obvious.”

“Kagome, I--” He realized they still had an audience and glared with a growl in the little fuck’s direction. “Do you mind?!”

“Kagome?”

DID THE FUCKING BRAT NOT HAVE GODDAMN EARS?!?!

“It’s okay Hojo. We need to talk. I’ll see you tomorrow at school.”

“Okay. Take care, Kagome,” he waved as he headed off in the other direction.

Now they were standing there. In the middle of the road. Irony.

“Kagome I--”

“It’s really alright if you don’t feel the same. I just want to be by your side. As--as long as you’ll have me.”

“Why though?”

“Why--why what?”

“Why do you like me? I’m kind of an asshole. I always say the wrong thing, I always hurt you… I can’t offer you anything.”

Her soft cool hand on his cheek made him look her in the eyes. He could forever get lost in the chestnut eyes. Honestly, he almost did; he didn’t even notice she had started speaking.

“It’s not about what you have to offer me. Things--possessions-- they aren’t important to me. You are. Yeah, you’re rough around the edges but you only do that to protect yourself. I don’t try to take what you say personally, I know you don’t mean it. I just--I want you to know you don’t have to be afraid of me hurting you; I’d never harm you. I love you for who you are. My gruff half-demon protector.”

“Kagome…words--aren’t really my thing. But you kinda knew that, so--” He cut himself off and pulled her close to press his mouth against hers, praying to any fuckin’ God she didn’t sit him for acting without thinking. Though to be honest, he’d be lying if he said he had never thought about it. In fact, sometimes that was all he thought about. Along with some heated moaning and intimate places linked… Oh shit, his dick was already getting excited at the thought.

Her hum of approval and fingers lacing through his hair, softly shifting his ball cap off his head brought him from his imagination.

“Not here,” he barely grunted before scooping her up into his arms bridal style, leaping from the road to the roof of house after house until they arrived at her shrine. She urged him to take her up to her window where she crawled through before he entered after.

Once his feet were on the ground, he found himself engulfed in her embrace and her lips frantically moving against his. She flipped his hat off and whoaaaa--her hands were untying his haori. He stilled them and she whined but they needed to talk about this. Not just rush into whatever--well--that was wrong. He knew Kagome would never play with his heart. She had just declared she’d never hurt him; that her love wasn’t based on what he had or could give, it was based on who they were. But that was exactly why they needed to talk.

“Hey--we don’t need to rush this--”

“Inuyasha I don’t want to wait until you’ve changed your mind about everything--” She proceeded to keep kissing him, his mind becoming this weird useless blob because damn if she didn’t taste fantastic. All his fantasies were coming true in just the movement of her lips.

“Fuck--Kagome--”

She hummed her approval over his vulgar words; weird as she usually was the one always conveying ‘manners’ but obviously she liked that she could make him helpless.

“Damn, you shoulda confessed your feelings earlier, wench,” he smirked when he pulled away to trail kisses and drew teasing circles of his tongue against her throat. Her moan lit his cock on fire. Shit.

“Bite me, dog boy,” her husky voice sounded as he hovered over her shoulder. Pause. Did she just tell him to mark her? What did she know about demons and mating?? Or was she just teasing. This whole situation had gotten away from him. He began to pull back and her breath hitched. She was panicking.

“I’m not gonna go changin’ my mind but this is kinda--you don’t just--shit--sit down,” he ordered as he pulled her down to sit on the edge with him. Wrapping his arms around her to reassure her of his unvoiced feelings, he felt her snuggle into his hold. “Kagome… what you said kinda made me realize we--well--we need to try and talk.”

“What do you mean?” She seemed confused by his words. It dawned on him she had no idea she had asked him to mate with her. Not that he could blame her--demons didn’t just go around boasting… Scratch that. Normal demons that aren’t fleabags don’t blurt out mating rituals.

“What do you know of mating with demons?”

“Uh--I--” She turned as red as his haori and buried her face into said top and muttered her response, making his ears twitch to try and catch the muffled words she spoke. Oh, so she had just said ‘bite me’ as a retort… and totally missed the full meaning.

“Did the wolf-shit tell you all that? Because I may have to go skin him--”

“No! No! Sango had uh… mentioned it,” she admitted, biting her lip.

“Keh, ‘course that busybody did.”

“D-don’t be mad! I had asked her in all honesty…”

“Why didn’t you just ask me?” The look she gave him made him realize exactly why not. Disbelief. He was a callous asshole. Probably would have taken the wrong way… Whoops. “Nevermind. I got it. Are you sure this is something you truly want? What happens if once we complete the jewel the well closes? What if the old woman can’t get the village to accept us and we end up living in the forest? What if--”

“We can’t play a what-if game forever Inuyasha. We won’t know until we cross that bridge, but I told you the truth when I said none of that stuff matters… I don't belong here. This is just where I come to keep my family’s honor. My home is with you,” she said as she stroked her hands through his silky silver tresses. “Besides, I bet even if the village turned us away, Miroku and Sango would find a place for us to settle down--maybe her old slayer village.”

“Oh fuck, we’re stuck with them, aren’t we?”

“Inuyasha,” she warned him. He smirked down at her showing he was only teasing. They were friends. His family. Something he never thought he would ever have.

“We can wait to complete the mating ritual--it doesn’t have to be right now,” he said idly as he traced where he would mark her on her shoulder over her blazer.

“Are--Are you the one who is unsure?” She asked hesitantly as she shuddered from the light graze of his claws.

“No. This is the only thing I have ever been completely sure about my entire life.”

“But what about--I mean--”

“You can say her name.”

She averted her eyes and he pulled her chin back so she had to look him in the eyes. “I was going to become human for her. Mating is a thing for demons. Humans wither and die while demons live for centuries. I wanted someone to accept me--even if that meant I had to change. You’ve never asked that of me--fuck, you’ve begged me to stay the way I am. Kagome… I-- damnit, why is this so fucking hard!”

“You’re doing okay,” she whispered as her hands slid from his chest to his cheeks. “I love you, Inuyasha. I would be honored to be your mate.”

“I love you, Kagome,” he finally said as he slammed his hungry lips down onto hers. Her hands stayed on his cheeks as he moved from her chin to her hips to bring her closer even though she was perched on top of his lap.

She surprised him when she turned herself around to straddle his legs and pushed his chest down making him fall backward. How a tiny girl like her could ever startle him enough to knock him over was beyond comprehension. Her hands started to undo his haori and he made to undo the buttons on her blazer. It was sloppy, them removing each other’s clothing between their heated kisses, trembling excited fingers, and the awkward but hot as fuck grinding of their sex.

Her core was so fucking wet; he honestly couldn’t wait to taste her. He wondered if she tasted just as he imagined. Her fucking mouth tasted like cherries and honey--his fucking cock felt like it was going to fall off; he was so aroused. Between the bucking of her hips, the wetness of her panties, and the simple but teasing sweeps of her hand as she explored his body, he wasn’t going to last long.

Losing his patience, he sliced through her bra and underwear and flipped her over so that her legs draped off the bed as he towered over her. Smirking down at her, he took control again as he began to devour her. All of her. Her lips, her neck, her clavicle, her breasts--he lingered there the longest, making sure the perky mounds were red, bruised, and thoroughly marked as his as he proceeded to lave and caress her toned stomach just before he found himself kneeling on the floor between her perfect shapely muscular thighs.

He didn’t even hesitate as he went straight to the weeping opening that was begging for his hardened length. It was a siren calling out to ship and he had to steer straight ahead and plunge into the abyss. And plunge he did--with tongue. A loud cry of his name was his answer in return. He brought one hand down to steady her hips as he continued to memorize her scent, her taste, and the sounds he could make her produce with abandon.

Noticing there was a significant nub that she seemed to like to have teased the most, he moved his thumb to press and circle it as he used his tongue to continue to drink up her juices. It was clear with all her shaking and quivering that she was close to her orgasm. Her hands were frantically pressing his head into her folds, and her voice was fucking wrecked. She sounded like she had just run five kilometers nonstop and she was begging for water. And he ultimately would be the one to help her out with her thirst. With one last flick of his tongue, he switched his hand with his mouth and inserted one, then two, then three fingers slowly stretching her as he pumped in and out of her. His mouth found purchase on her nub and he sucked hard as his other hand softly stroked his own dick as he was fairly positive if he didn’t, it would burn off in the flames of arousal this woman was feeding him.

Thankfully her walls began to vibrate as she came undone around him and cried out his name in ecstasy. When she stopped twitching, he finally slunk back up her body and smirked down at the completely dazed look on her face. He couldn’t help but feel his confidence growing that if he could at least take care of her like that, happily sated every night, a home with Sango and Miroku, then he could give her the life she deserved. Not fully, but one she seemed to want.

Her hands reaching for his cock brought him from his wandering musings and damn--he’d never be able to go back to his own hand. Why was she so good at that?!? Fuck, shit, damnit, fuckkkk-- he grabbed her hand to still her motions and she gasped.

“Is--am I not--”

“N-nah, y-you are. Fuck, I almost just came all over you.”

“What if… I’d like that?”

His eyes widened and his ears perked up. What did she say? Anything he had to say went out the window when she shoved him against her headboard and engulfed his hardened length with her hot wet mouth. Some weird strangled sound came out his mouth as his hands went to her head without thinking. Fuck. Shit. He loosened his grip once he had some semblance of control and mainly kept his hands there to keep hair out of her way. Her tongue was swirling around him and he felt her spit literally drip down to where her hand was stroking him where her mouth couldn’t reach more than making up for the lapse of coverage. The other sneaky hand was fondling his sac and he literally swore right then it wouldn’t be the jewel, nor Naraku, Koga, his brother, or even Kikyo who would kill him--it was going to be Kagome. Because holy fuck he was about to fucking die. The ache in his stomach from not being touched was far gone and replaced with a burning passion; the tightening coil had grown taunt and he could barely tap her to gain her attention before it sprang loose.

Panting, breathless, and grunting he managed a ‘“Comin’’, or some word like that. Either way, she hummed and that was what threw him off the edge. He could hardly not grab her head to keep her there, but he hadn’t needed to; she drank him up like he was producing actual milk and not seed for pups.

She pulled away from him and licked her lips, whether it was meant to be seductive or innocent didn’t really phase him as he grabbed her head and pulled her into a hard bruising kiss. Not only was he tasting her in his mouth from when he had given her pleasure but now he was tasting himself on her cherry red lips. Goddamn. He was the luckiest hanyou ever born. And he was already aggravatingly hard again.

“Mmmmm, Inuyasha,” she begged.

“What Kagome?”

“Bite me,” she pleaded. He lifted her to straddle him once more as he knelt on her bed and brought her face to meet his. Gazing deeply into her brown sparkling earthy eyes for any form of doubt, he exhaled and groaned as he lowered her onto his cock. Her arms wrapped around his neck and her breath hitched uneasily. Fuck. She was tight. Hot. Wet. He wasn’t even completely sheathed by her wet hot core and he felt her walls already stirring back to life as she moaned in his ears.

Once she was finally held on his lap by her hips, he was completely engulfed by her, it was an odd sense of fulfillment. Like everything in his life had led to that exact moment. Everything just suddenly fell into place. Every horrible unspeakable attack on his life, every mistake he ever made, any step he took, it all led to her--his Kagome.

“You okay?” He managed to grind out around his gritted teeth. He was barely holding on for dear life; all he wanted to do was pound into her, but she deserved more--she deserved better.

“Perfect,” she sighed, groaning as she twisted her hips and good fucking Gods--she was fucking perfect.

She started to rise up on her calves to pull away from him and then slammed herself back down on him making them both whimper, groan, moan, growl as the fucking pure bliss of pleasure as she continued her actions with his help. He could never use his hand again. Ever. She had effectively ruined that for him. He would no longer be able to fantasize about her--it would always have to be her. Riding his cock. Like the fucking expert she was proving herself to be.

“Inu--Ya--Shaaaaaa,” she cried out as she tried to still her movement as she released all over his deeply embedded cock. Holy shit. If her coming apart in his arms was not the most erotic sight he had ever seen. It was the way her head was thrown back; her eyes were squeezed shut;her hair, damp from her sweat-glistened body, swaying behind her; her tight grip on his shoulder; her chest heaving, making her breasts bounce, and how her pussy effectively hid his dick.

“Ka--Kagome--” he stuttered, leaning his head down to her shoulder, pulling her back to him so their bodies were as close as possible as he continued thrusting into her. His tongue acted of its own accord as it brushed her shoulder all the way to the back of her ear as he huskily groaned making her return her own whimper. Her hands snuck their way from his shoulders to his ears--and if it didn’t feel fucking amazing. He moved his mouth back over her shoulder and kissed it lovingly before nuzzling it. “Ready?”

“Yes,” she cried.

His release snuck up on him from the beautiful sound of her pleasured filled voice. As he came, emptying himself into her womb, he bit down into her shoulder, marking her as his, filling her with his youki. He felt her reiki flow around him in return, caressing him, sheltering him with her love. And damn, if he didn’t feel like he was home.

The rest of the evening, they spent kissing and exchanging loving touches. Talking about their future, talking about their dreams. Inuyasha could swear he had never felt so relieved and happy in his entire miserable life. But then again, he didn’t have Kagome until the year before. He had never known what love and happiness ever was before her. And his life would never be miserable again, not with this amazing woman by his side.

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obscure-sentimentalist · 4 years ago

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For @storiesofimagination, who prompted “kissing on a mission” for Flommy.

...I can promise that the prompt fill is in there, or at the very least worked up to through this piece.

“Okay, somebody be honest with me: am I still a conventionally-attractive man with a winning smile and an appealing backside?”

While her position across the crowded floor gives her the perfect vantage point to watch Tommy approach the bar, Felicity is immensely grateful that she isn’t as easily spotted in return and thus can choke on her glass of wine in relative peace. The Merlot slipping down the wrong pipe also saves her from having to answer that question.

(The spiral of awkward that would come with the vehemence of her Yes is the last thing Felicity needs right now.)

“You’re fine, Tommy,” Oliver assures him instead, albeit flatly and edged with the fond annoyance of a longtime friend who’s trying to be the scourge of the criminal underworld at the moment. The comm picks up the patter of rain on metal, confirming that he’s arrived at the docks. “Give it time.”

Tommy huffs out a laugh at that, tucking his chin down as he signals the bartender with his right hand. “That’s the problem—I shouldn’t need time. I played up the right qualities, didn’t I? Charming but not too friendly, mysterious but not too closed off… by all accounts, Lina should have taken the bait.” He pauses to give his drink order to the bartender, before surreptitiously peering over his shoulder. “She’s not even looking this way, is she?”

Throat now cleared of alcohol gone rogue, Felicity takes that as her cue and scans the room for the (ironically) emerald green of Lina Matheson’s gown. It’s subtle in the sea of black and white, but any pop of color is bound to stand out, and Felicity’s gaze locks onto the woman in question just as she retrieves a champagne glass from a passing serving tray. She smiles with performative politeness and nods to a few other guests as she passes, but true to Tommy’s prediction, not a single glance is spared towards the bar.

“I’ll go over the workup again,” Felicity says in place of a more direct confirmation, making a careful operation of retrieving her phone from her clutch without spilling her half-full glass of wine. “See if there’s anything else we can use to our advantage, or a new angle we could try. Maybe you just need to go in and, I don’t know, appeal to her guilty pleasure for procedural crime dramas or something.”

“That would make for an interesting guilty pleasure,” Tommy notes, the mic picking up the clack of ice in his glass as he takes a sip of his drink. “You know, seeing as she’s working on the side that usually gets caught in under an hour. That’s either disheartening, or empowering for her own activities.”

“If you find something, work with it,” Oliver cuts in, steering the conversation back on track. “We need access to Lina’s hotel room and her hired guns off her back long enough to drop a couple bugs. Doran is due to meet her in two hours to confirm this week’s shipment and so she can give him the crate number, and we need to find it before any of their men can.”

“Right, right,” Tommy acknowledges with a sigh. “Give me a sec…”

“I should have something for you in just a few more.” Miraculously, Felicity manages to bite her tongue to keep from pluralizing Tommy’s word choice in her offer.

This night is becoming a crash-course in why she and Tommy aren’t often put out in the field together. Even when they’re not supposed to interact directly, keeping an eye on Tommy—in formalwear, no less—from across the room has a way of making her brain-to-mouth filter want to glitch even more than normal.

(It certainly doesn’t help that his own comms chatter keeps giving her so many openings to do so.)

Turning back to the task at hand (and distracting herself from thinking about feelings of any sort), Felicity swipes at her phone and pulls up Lina’s file, giving it another scan. She’d been thorough in compiling it, gathering the standard data—the phone records, the credit card statements, the offshore accounts—and whatever personal and social life details she could track down. For a regional theatre actress turned crime syndicate higher-up (a rather drastic career change) Lina doesn’t seem to value much discretion on the latter, making Felicity’s job that much simpler.

Tommy had tried to subtly work theatre into the conversation on his first pass with Lina, but it still hadn’t been enough to hold her interest. Felicity starts there, scrounging for any other possible threads, but if it didn’t do much the first time…

There’s a small flash of color in the corner of her eye, heading towards the bar, and Felicity immediately jerks her head up. Rather than finding Lina with a change of heart, though, her gaze lands on another woman in a gorgeous deep blue gown, stopped at the counter a couple seats down from Tommy. She gives him a red-lipped smile, just this side of lusty, which Tommy returns politely yet emptily before turning back to his drink.

False alarm confirmed, Felicity lifts her phone once again, only for her attention to jump to the opposite side of the room at more movement. Lina’s shade of green is instantly recognizable as she weaves through the crowd, coming to a stop at a pillar that gives her a clear line of sight to the bar.

One that she’s making good use of, with the way her stare lands on Tommy’s back, and that of his would-be drinking buddy—watching, waiting.

Lips popping into a surprised ‘O’ as puzzle pieces begin to connect, Felicity swipes her screen a few times to pull up one particular section of the file while keeping a close eye on Lina. If there’s indeed something in here that can back up her conjecture, then they may have just found their perfect bait.

A few more quick taps, a little scrolling and skimming, and sure enough, there it is.

“Alright, Tommy,” Felicity starts, voice confident as she swings her attention from her phone and back across the room. “I’m going to need you to…”

Her jaw clicks shut the moment she notices that their key pops of color are now down to one, whose interest in the happenings at the bar has fled with the other.

“Felicity?” Tommy prompts after a prolonged moment of silence, discreetly turning his head towards her. The motion—and the fact that he felt he could freely address her over the comm—confirms that he’s alone once more. Not even the departure of his quiet admirer was enough to draw Lina over to take her place.

Oh, the details are assembling into a very clear picture, now, and Felicity’s not entirely sure how she feels about it. She’s even less certain if it’s actually a better idea to take things into her own hands and run with it than to brainstorm another option, but her feet are moving before she can stop herself.

Wine held conspicuously high as she squeezes through the crowd, Felicity totters on her heels and sways enough to convincingly appear wasted. Her movements become even more distracting the closer she gets to the bar, punctuated by the full collapse of her weight on Tommy’s arm the second she reaches his side.

“I think I found a new angle,” Felicity hisses to Tommy under her breath, silencing any (rightfully) confused reaction to her appearance. That’s all the explanation he gets before Felicity struggles to crawl into his lap with the grace of someone trying to balance a drunken charade and her actual relative sobriety.

Automatically, one of Tommy’s arms slips under Felicity’s legs to carefully maneuver them over his thighs, while the other loops around her back to support her while seated sideways. “Consider me your captive audience,” he quips back, a single eyebrow arched.

Letting out a high-pitched giggle loud enough to ensure Lina’s attention (if it wasn’t already on them the second Felicity got close), Felicity collapses heavily against Tommy’s chest. Half-consciously, one hand drifts from its place at her side and begins roving over the lapel of his jacket for further effect.

“I missed something in the initial search,” she admits in a much quieter tone, discreetly keeping a bead on the flash of green across the floor. Both her hand and words pause a moment in consideration, before Felicity amends, “Well, not so much missed as didn’t really connect the pieces or recognize the pattern as one until now. It was helped along when I noticed a few things tonight.”

“Mmhmm,” Tommy hums, glancing back at her with interest and a soft smile. While Felicity can tell it’s intended as an encouragement to go on, the sound lends itself so easily to the façade, as if expressing his enjoyment over basically being felt up.

The phrasing of that last thought finally catches Felicity’s brain up with her actions, with dawning clarity that it seriously isn’t going to lead to anything good if she keeps rolling down this path. Her hand drops away from Tommy’s shirt (when and how did it wander over to the middle of his chest?) as if it’s shorted out.

“Never mind,” she says hastily, moving to push herself up and off of Tommy altogether, regardless of whether or not Lina is still watching. “I… I didn’t think this through. It was just a hunch, even with substantial evidence, and there’s too much of a risk factor to foll-…”

“Felicity.” The hand settled on her waist draws her attention with a light, comforting squeeze. “I am fresh out of ideas for how to get this back on track, so if you have a suggestion, please, lay it on me.”

There must be something about that soothing hand at her side and the tone of his voice, because Felicity has no other explanation for the “I already am,” she blurts in response.

The wide-eyed double-take that plays across Tommy’s face would be adorable, if it weren’t the complementary reaction to the heat rising in Felicity’s.

“Both… physically laying on you, and… laying the plan on you,” she clarifies slowly, squeezing her eyes shut as the hole digs deeper and deeper. “They’re kinda interconnected.”

“I, uh, figured,” Tommy acknowledges, though it breaks on a slight cough. His throat bobs as he swallows thickly, then drops his voice lower. “But you do have an idea?”

Every alarm bell and klaxon in Felicity’s brain is going off, but over the noise, she can already tell it’s too late to turn back without having a really concrete explanation. And try as she might, that’s the one thing she can’t seem to summon right now.

If she’s this deep into a bad idea already, then maybe it’s time to grab the scuba gear and hope nothing too catastrophic happens.

“The last two men Lina’s been attached to,” she starts, slowly lowering herself back down until her head settles comfortably next to Tommy’s right ear. “Brian Sumter and Paolo Dochelli.”

“I remember,” Tommy murmurs back, lips twitching futilely in reaction to Felicity’s breath tickling his skin. “She met them both through mutual friends, right?”

“Maybe not the right choice of words,” Felicity contradicts, “because in both cases, Lina was friends with Brian and Paolo’s respective girlfriends. And from what I could see, those splits predated the relationships with Lina by hardly any time at all.”

The pieces almost audibly click into place in Tommy’s mind after that, and he pulls back slightly to glance at Felicity head-on. “Lina was the cause of those break-ups. Or, at the very least, was immediately there to reap the rewards.”

“That’s the working theory. Combined with how she’s risen through the ranks and gained the power she has now—and if the rumors surrounding her short-lived stage career are true…”

Felicity trails off, risking another careful glance back at Lina over Tommy’s shoulder. Sure enough, the other woman is turned fully towards the bar, one hand and a champagne glass held aloft in a tight grip, while her opposite arm folds across her chest in clear displeasure.

That’s the final confirmation they need, which leads Felicity to conclude, “…she likes taking what others’ have.”

Bomb dropped, Felicity bites her lip in nervous silence as Tommy takes the time to process both the deduction and the likely course of action to make use of that information.

“So, what we’re thinking here,” he starts after a moment, voice slightly strained and pitching high, “is we convince her that I’m something worth taking. From you.”

Having it vocalized makes Felicity flush and almost duck her head against Tommy’s neck, but she manages to get at least her thoughts straight. “I think you almost had her on the first go-around, otherwise she would have just dismissed you entirely and wouldn’t keep checking you out from a distance. Especially when someone else gets close,” she points out. “So we’re about halfway there.”

“The worth taking part, I’m guessing.” The way Tommy says it sounds much too disbelieving.

Felicity sighs, and this time her hand deliberately moves from Tommy’s chest to rest—gently but grounding—along his jawline. “That’s not even a question, now or ever,” she assures him firmly, even as it risks revealing more than she might like.

There’s a flash of surprise (and maybe even understanding) behind Tommy’s eyes, before they fill with something soft and his free hand drifts up to settle atop Felicity’s. “I get that this is more in regards to me right now,” he says with a slight laugh, before dropping into a quieter, earnest tone. “Just know that the same goes for you, too.”

Anything Felicity might have to say to that gets thoroughly wiped from her mind when the arm wrapped around her back carefully nudges her forward, and her eyes fall on the particular cant of Tommy’s head.

“So, if we’re going to give Ms. Lina Matheson a great many reasons to be seeing green beyond her gown,” he murmurs, the sensation of his breath against Felicity’s lips making her immediately aware of their closeness. “I’d like to propose an encore later on. Little bit less of a production, little bit more private…”

“I accept your terms,” Felicity finds herself saying, a thrill running through her chest. Her hand once again finds Tommy’s shirt, this time gathering the material in a tight fist to pull her in and close the few remaining centimeters between them. “Lina doesn’t get to keep what she takes this time.”

Tommy has no verbal response to that, just the eager, wholeheartedly agreeing press of his lips against hers.

If everything goes according to plan, in a minute or two they’ll have to part for breath, as well as an approaching Lina and her renewed interest in Tommy. The mission will be back on track from there, returning Felicity to her support role behind a screen and leaving Tommy to his bug-planting upon invitation to Lina’s room. No job is over until the arrows fly, and even then, there’s bound to be a few more hours of wrap-up before calling it a night.

The promise of later is a sweet one, something to chase and carry them through the tasks to come. But it’s the now that makes it even possible, and neither of them are in any rush to let it slip away.

#obscure-sentimentalist writes sometimes #flommy #flommy fic #bit different than what I'm used to writing but hopefully it works alright

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popatochisssp · 5 years ago

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listen i Adore your gem headcanons (gemcanons, if u will) & i love hearing about them & they make me wanna go off about my own crossovers so if you have any more ideas!!! please do tell us!!!! also i hope you're doing well!!!!!

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Okay so…….

Regarding the Sea Glass gemsona concept, specifically, part of my headcanon for them is that like Pearls, their appearance is customizable…but unlike Pearls and many other types of gem, since they’re essentially just created as ornaments/toys to suit their master’s preferences, they have a very wide range of physicality–body types, faces, voices…

Kinda…kinda sounds like a reader-insert, doesn’t it…?

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Sans (Undertale): You’ve been in service to this particular Sapphire for decades, at least. He doesn’t have a Pearl, or even any other Sea Glass– it’s just you. You entertain him, lend your ear when he needs to talk something out, stand by his side as proper and perfect as you can, through everything… and it still somehow feels like he barely knows you exist. He definitely takes you for granted and that hurts a lot more than you’d like it to. …Except one day, he looks at you, seeing you, and you don’t know how to describe the look on his face except ‘dawning abject horror.’ He latches onto you, grabbing you by the arm and refusing to let go for days and all he’ll say is, “it won’t happen, i won’t let it, i need you,” and even as it scares you a little…it finally feels like you matter to him.

Papyrus (Undertale): You are not a very good Sea Glass. Your hue is dull and your attempts at entertaining your masters are all falling flat and your anxiety is mounting because that’s masters, plural, you’ve cycled through too many that haven’t wanted you. Now you’re being evaluated and if you don’t pass muster like you know you won’t… Your saving grace comes in the form of a visiting Hessonite, on a tour of the facilities. He takes one look at you and your obviously stressed face and loudly notes that he’s never seen a Sea Glass before, out on the front lines, glory for the Empire and all that, show him that one! Your probably-soon-to-be-shatterers protest that you’re likely defective, not a good example, but, “NONSENSE, LOOK HOW THEY CATCH THE LIGHT, THAT’S LOVELY, WHAT AN INCREDIBLE GEM!” and far be it from technicians to argue with a garnet. You leave with him, decidedly unshattered, and even though you warn him that you’re not a very good Sea Glass, he assures you that he’s not a very good Hessonite—so you’ll surely do well together!

Sky (Underswap Sans): You’re part of an aristocrat’s entourage, and not the favorite by far. You mostly lurk on the outskirts of your group of Sea Glass, an unnoticed extra in the background. …Which is probably why it’s so surprising that when a group of rowdy quartz soldiers passing by manage to dissipate your body, you actually reform again—unshattered and not even cracked. One of the soldiers is there to greet you, a brightly grinning Chalcedony who apologizes for his squad’s roughhousing and that you got caught up in the scuffle. He caught you, though, before you could hit the ground, so no harm done, right? No, you suppose not…except… where’s your master? And all the others? How long were you out? The Chalcedony’s grin falls a little when he has to be the bearer of bad news: they left without you, didn’t even stick around to see that your gem was alright. …Ouch. But it’s okay! You can stay with him! He’ll look out for you and protect you, unless of course you’d like to go somewhere else? In which case, he’ll take you! You have nowhere else to go and no real desire to try your luck out in the universe all on your own, so… you think you’ll stay with the Chalcedony. His smile is awfully cute…

Paps (Underswap Papyrus): You’re walking behind your Zircon as they talk with other Zircons about things you’ve never needed to understand. With your head politely down, you hear more than see them approaching a lit workstation and chiding someone for still being there, saying that no one ever got anything done honing their gem from both ends, it’s important to relax sometimes. The stranger protests, claiming he relaxes plenty and he’ll head back to his quarters soon. Your Zircon doesn’t seem to accept that as an answer, insisting—maybe he ought to get a Sea Glass? Your Zircon has a few, they’re great, really, he should get one already, but still the stranger resists. “sea glass are a fad,” he drawls, like he might be rolling his eyes and it makes you curious enough to look up. “i don’t need to get o—…” He’s looking at you. He’s looking right at you, into your eyes, and when he moves his jaw again, it’s to say, “wow…” You’re too flustered to pay much attention to how it happens, but before you know it, you’re changing hands, Zircon to Zircon, because this one wants you and your old one already has four. You should probably feel insulted, somewhere in this, but at the same time…that ‘wow’ makes you think that this master is probably the right one.

Jasper (Underfell Sans): The moment he heard about Sea Glass, he wanted one. Like a Pearl, but none of that snooty attitude? Something that just about anyone, even a common Ruby could get ahold of? Yes, he wants one. Immediately. He attentively customizes every detail, having you made to his exact specifications—if he can only get one, he may as well go all out, right? He’s on pins and needles waiting to meet you, visiting every day even when your gem is nowhere near to being properly finished. Eventually, the day comes that you’re ready and you take your form…and you are absolutely nothing like he thought you would be. He never could’ve fully imagined you, not the way you are standing right in front of him here and now, made for him but so clearly and wholly your own gem and that… He loves it, you’re perfect. He’s never had anything of his own before, and for his first thing ever to be someone like you is utterly mindblowing. He wants to learn everything about you, no matter how long it takes.

Pyre (Underfell Papyrus): You’re a gift, a rarely colored Sea Glass given to a wildly successful Bixbite commander as a reward for another in a long line of victories daringly wrested by his fearsome fleet. Your reception is polite and you look forward to your service to such an impressive gem…so it’s disappointing, to say the least, when you’re summarily shunted off to a large harem of Sea Glass just like you, who tell you that your Bixbite has no interest in any of you and never even visits. You while away more time than you care to admit there, while your fellow Sea Glass sing and dance and make art for each other instead of your absent master, but eventually, it gets to you. You don’t want to stay here with all these gems so similar in temperament to you yet so different in all the wrong ways. They bore you, you crave variety—novelty! No one stops you when you sneak out of the harem the first time, or the second, or the third. Other gems barely pay you a passing glance as you start to steal away to other parts of the ship as they catch your fancy, chatting with soldiers and servants alike and doing whatever you choose to do. …Which is, of course, exactly how your Bixbite notices you, catching a glimpse of a stray Sea Glass roaming his halls. You’ve caught his eye now, a strange gem who wandered off seeking excitement when all the others of your type stayed put. He wants to know what makes you different and a gem of his ranking is very accustomed to getting what he wants.

Mal (Swapfell Sans): He wanted a Pearl. It’s a very stressful job, herding quartzes and otherwise running the day-to-day operations of a base, and an Agate only has so many hands. A Pearl assistant would lighten his load, open doors for him, sort files, carry his things… So, he put in for one and you can imagine how slighted he felt when his superiors would only sign off on a Sea Glass. You show up and it’s clear that your master resents you, at least a little. There are plenty of snide comments to you about what he would be having a Pearl assist him with and how you can remain in his quarters for the day since obviously he won’t require you, and those…hurt. But you are nonetheless determined to do your job and with every moment of downtime your Agate has, you try to show him your worth. It takes a long time…a very long time…but eventually, he starts to come around. You may not be what he wanted, but it’s possible that you’re exactly what he needed: with you around, he finally starts to actually relax in his downtime and that makes a world of difference for a stressed out workaholic like him. He…owes you one hell of an apology…

Rus (Swapfell Papyrus): He’s in the middle of his least favorite part of any day—the part where he has to do his job. At least he’s not the only Topaz there sent to round up a suspected traitor to the Empire and escort them to holding until trial, so it could be worse…but not by much. The traitor puts up a fight because of course they do, nothing can just be easy, and somewhere in the scuffle he bumps into you, the traitor’s poor Sea Glass. He tries to shield you from as much of the action as possible, no point putting you at risk too, right? Except that when it’s all over, traitor bubbled and the other Topazes heading out the door he has to wonder… “what happens to them?” His fellow Topazes don’t seem all that concerned about your fate: one says to leave you for someone else to deal with, another says to shatter you now and get it over with, and right there, in a moment of thoughtless impulse, he blurts out that he’ll just take you. Which is just great because what the hell is he supposed to do with a Sea Glass? He’s never had a…anything before, he’s only a Topaz, and a poor example of one at that! But…there you are, apparently his now, looking at him hopefully and…he doesn’t know how to say no to that. Guess you two will just have to…figure this out together?

Slate (Horrortale Sans): You’re a Sea Glass who rebelled against your fate. You didn’t want to serve, you didn’t want to be owned, you didn’t want to be a second class citizen in the rigid war-machine of Homeworld’s Empire, and so before you’d even been given to your first master, you ran. …That’s what the broken Sapphire foresees one day, anyway, having no idea if it was something that already happened or a vision that would never come true. He still tells the story to his brother—the Hessonite born from the same Kindergarten as him, from the same planetary vein, mere eras apart and now cracked just like him—and he can only end it with, “…i hope it was real. i wanna meet ‘em…” Luck is on his side for once and not a day later, you arrive, alone and frazzled and worried you’ve somehow been followed, as if anyone cared enough about the comings and goings of a Sea Glass to sound an alarm on you. You’re welcomed into the fold of the lost and the broken and even with nothing physically wrong with you, you joke that you’re the most defective of all for running away the very second you formed the legs to do it. You regret nothing: you found your home right here…especially with the Sapphire, whose touch is warm and reassuring even when he stares off into space for hours or talks about things that never were. He always comes back eventually and the way he smiles at you is…worth defying fate for. A hundred times over.

Papy (Horrortale Papyrus): You have not had the easiest life. Being born into the world a Sea Glass should’ve precluded you from experiencing violence…but things don’t always work out the way they ‘should.’ Your master was not a kind gem, to say the least, and decades of verbal and emotional vitriol have left you timid, trying to obey orders and do exactly as you’re told as quickly as possible to avoid the inevitable punishment. …You somehow never expected it to get physical, though. Your mistake—all it takes is one thoughtless strike at your gem and you’re cracked, not shattered yet but still malformed from what you were supposed to be, permanently damaged. And your master, terrible as they were, had no use for damaged goods. You’re discarded just as thoughtlessly as you were cracked, running from a society that would shatter you completely without a ‘real’ gem to vouch for you and praying your crack doesn’t worsen. That’s when you find the Hessonite, cracked, like you are, but still whole, and managing it. He invites you with him, to somewhere you’ll be safe. You have no choice but to trust him…but you think that even if you did have the choice, you would make the same one: his crooked smile is too earnest to doubt and you know that if it came down to it, he’d defend you or shatter completely trying.

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embracethecringeside · 5 years ago

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Not sure if anyone is actually reading this fanfiction but I have an update! Woo!

Okay so chapter two is technically shorter than chapter one but not by a lot, lmao. So this one is a lot more exposition, since chapter one did not explain much and it focuses a lot more on different Mortys. I’m hoping for future reference to just focus on a few at a time rather than a big group so I can really set up each one as an individual rather than just a “Morty”.

Chapter one is here at fanfiction.net and here at ao3 but you really don’t have to read it to understand this chapter.

I also put this chapter, chapter 2 here at fanficiton.net and here at ao3.

This is 4,803 words and I simply titled it The Arrival because I cannot title things to save my life.

The Arrival

When a particularly over friendly Morty had told a bunch of Mortys to meet him at the Creepy Morty during the presidential speech, they had expected more of a party. Like a watch party where they could all watch the stream and support their president. But it didn’t seem like the place was ready for a party, or really any kind of social gathering. No decorations, no streamers, no confetti, not even any balloons. The harsh flickering lights overhead revealed that the room was grimy and unkept and none of the TV screens were even on. The air held a smell, like a refrigerator that hadn’t been cleaned in months. And most importantly none of them could see any food out, so it definitely couldn’t be any kind of party.

Or maybe the biggest indicator that this was no party and they had been tricked was that there were two Ricks there with all of them. One Rick dressed in a police officer uniform stood guard at the entrance, hands behind his back, carefully scanning the room. The other Rick the Mortys recognized as the one that ran the Morty Daycare, and he was leaning up against the back wall, arms crossed, with an impatient look on his face.

It was hard to say what the clue that tipped them off was, but most of them had a gut feeling that they had gotten themselves into some sort of trouble. Some were just confused. But the vibes in the room made them all feel uneasy.

When a portal opened up next to Storage Rick, all he said was, “Alright come on,” and made a casual buzz off motion. As though they were going to just waltz through the portal to who knows where? He was crazy if he thought that would work. Oh well, okay of course he was crazy, all Ricks were but if he thought they were that stupid he had another thing coming. One Morty was about to take the bait but was stopped by another, who sighed and shook his head.

“I-I-I don’t-urp- don’t have all night, come on.”

The one blocking the exit found his voice. “Morty, he’s just messing with you, really it’s okay. We’re taking all of you somewhere safe. I promise. You have to trust me.”

“I don’t have to trust jack!”

A few of them tried to rush the cop and burst out the entrance, but the doors were shut hard and fast, and no amount of pushing, shoving, or slamming his small spaghetti noodle strength against them did any good.

They must have been taking too long, because the portal closed.

“Ugh,” Storage Rick groaned, “This is taking forever. Why can’t it ever be easy with you dingbats? J-j-just walk through the damn portal! That-that’s all we’re asking you to do. Y-y-you’re a real- a real piece of work Morty.”

“O-oh? L-l-like you’re so easy to deal with Rick?” “Y-yeah R-rick you’re no- no picnic either!” “Why would we walk through some portal with you?” “Just look-look what happened last time we did that!”

Another portal opened in place of the last one.

One Morty that was feeling particularly brave, got up on one of the tables and tried to attract attention to himself. “Guys, guys!”

“What?”

“W-w-ell, I-I think we should, go with them.”

“Why?” “W-why should we?” “Are-are you crazy?” “No! No way!”

“B-because th-this sucks! I hate it here, we all hate it here, and-and I don’t think whatever is on the other side of that portal could be any worse than this!” he gestured vaguely in front of him.

“Uh, y-you mean the building?” “Don’t-don’t knock my business.”

He sighed, exasperated with himself. Himselves. “What? No! Like-like everything is terrible! And he,” Morty pointed to the one in uniform,”he said he wants to help us.”

“He’s a Rick” “He’s lying” “He’s a liar”

He hopped down from the table and walked with purpose in every step and brought himself closer and closer until he was bathed in the green light. “Frankly, I-I don’t care! I-I see that portal and I see a chance to leave and I’m taking it!” With that he marched forward right through the portal.

And it wasn’t long before he came back, but with a big smile on his face. “Guys come on, you gotta see what’s through here!”

Linking hands with one Morty led to him grabbing another Morty’s hand until the room was one long hand holding chain of Mortys, and the first one took the initiative to fling himself back into the portal, and the enersa pushed the rest of them with him, falling through one after another like dominos. Once they had clamored off of each other and got up they were surprised to see that they were just in a house.

A normal looking house at that.

The odd part? Was the Rick, that most of them had heard their Ricks refer to as Doofus Rick, stood there with a big smile to greet them.

“Alright, that-that’s it. That’s all of ‘em.” Storage Rick announced as he and Cop Rick walked in as the portal closed.

“Welcome Morty! Or I-I suppose I should say Mortys plural since there are more than one of you,” He fumbled his greeting every time, a mix of excitement and nerves kept him from being confident in what to say. “I’m Rick J-19-Zeta-7, but uh,” he sighed in defeat, “you-you can call me Doof.”

There were a few Mortys that awkwardly waved back at him, but most of them were just looking around, confused by everything.

“W-we all have stupid names, you think I like being known as Storage Rick?”

“If you would like, you can call me Cop.”

“W-w-why? T-theres no nuance or thought to it, it’s just your occupation being used as a name. It doesn’t even roll off the tongue. It’s stupid. Doof, Cop, and Storage, the fucking-’

“Language,”

“The fucking dwarves that didn’t make it into Snow White because their names were so ricdicously stupid.”

Cop crossed his arms and shot Storage a look that politely told him to shut up, then nodded to Doof to indicate that he should keep going.

“S-so the first thing we need to do is just run some diagnostics, update any of the vaccines that you may need, and even though I tend to give them out in the morning I will give you your vitamins as well.”

“L-let’s begin shall we? House could y-”

“Yes, I know what to do.”

When the house spoke, most of them jumped right out of their skin. They weren’t sure how but it was like the walls, the ceiling, the embodiment of the house itself had a voice. It sounded a little familiar and it was unsettling.

“Y-your- uh, your house just-”

“W-w-why does your house talk?”

“I-I knew something was going to- going to be wrong here!”

“Aw geez.”

Storage Rick laughed at their expense.

"I-It gets them every time!"

"Don't worry Morty, it's only the artificial intelligence Doof's installed in his house. It's supposed to talk, it's a lot like non-corporational Alexa or Google Home."

"Y-Yes, exactly, you can ask her anything from anywhere while you're inside. Well, unless, uh, not-not if you're in the bathroom. She can't detect you in there."

They were asked to move down through the hall single file and after being scanned, poked, pricked, and prodded by mechanical arms, Doofus Rick each individual a little cup full of a viscous highlighter orange liquid that smelled like the peel of an orange and tasted like sidewalk chalk. “S-sorry about the impromptu check up, we just need to make sure we keep you all healthy.”

Doof had called for them all to make themselves at home in the living room which was rather spacious, but Morty wasn't so sure it was big enough for all of them. For the most part, it looked rather plain. A couch against the back wall, loveseat along the other, and a recliner across from that, all matching, as though a part of a set. Same for the coffee table and end tables. The walls had built-in shelves filled with books, and a few potted plants. No TV to speak of, but there was a screen in front of the room that didn't appear to be attached to anything with text that was too small to decipher from far away. Plus, all three Ricks were gathered in front, obstructing their view, so there really was no hope of trying to read it anyway.

Some sitting, some standing, all the new Mortys waited for Rick, any of them to start talking. Doofus Rick turned and smiled at them.

“S-so I suppose I-I should start by welcoming you all to your new home! I-I real-really hope you like living here!” Morty didn’t have anything to say apparently, so he continued on. “T-the hard part is over, and now we can talk about the fun stuff, like, designing your bedrooms. And of course choosing what the other Mortys have decided to call their “Public Identities”. M-many of you will be living here, h-however people in my dimension are not aware that the multiverse theory is more than a theory, s-so we have to ask you to make personas you’ll use when you leave the house. But of-of course, I-I think it’s much easier to show you what I mean r-rather than try to explain it.”

“W-wait, what-what do you mean we’ll be living here?”

“Y-yeah, can-can’t you just send us to our dimensions?” “I miss my parents.” “Aw geez, me too.”

“I want to go home.” “I miss Summer.”

Gosh darn, he thought he could avoid having this conversation if he ploughed through everything as fast as possible. “Oh Morty, of-of course I-I understand you’re homesick b-but I-”

“L-look kid, if we could just send you back where you came from and n-never see your neckless mugs again we would.”

“T-that was actually the original plan. This was- my house was meant to be m-more of a waiting station while we prepared to bring you home.”

“It seems as though we’ve hit a snag, and we must ask that you stay here instead.” Cop completed the thought for Doof.

“A snag?”

“He means there- we have a problem.”

Morty sighed in frustration. “I knew what he meant. I just want to know what the problem is.”

Doof ran a hand through his bowl cut, “I-I just, oh gosh, I don’t know how to say it.”

“Y-you don’t have families to go back to M-morty, someone or something is traveling between dimensions and killing them. It-it’s brutal and we don’t know who-”

“W-Why-”

“Or how. But do not fret, we will discover who is responsible and bring them to justice.” Cop had this determination in his voice that was almost convincing.

“S-so,” Doof clapped his hands together, no longer wishing to continue that particular conversation, “Now we can- we will visit some of the Mortys that already live here.”

He had them follow him through the dining room. It was almost as boring as the living room, with a table and chairs as most dining rooms would have, but there was one thing that was eye-catching. Next to the sliding door that doubled as a window there was a display case with a tea set inside, but it didn’t look like any fine china that they had seen before. That wasn’t a bad thing, the kettle, cups, and plates all seemed to be made expertly but each piece was so different and colorful but they all still looked like they were meant to be together.

Glancing over the kitchen, which like the other rooms was big, big enough to have an island, all they saw were things like cupboards, drawers, a fridge, an oven, just normal kitchen stuff, nothing of interest at all. Nothing bright or fun, it all just looked well organized and practical. However, it smelled amazing, reminding them of how hungry they really were.

“H-hey, come-come on, we don’t have all night, chop chop.” Storage snapped, motioning for the boys to follow him and the other two Ricks towards the door to the left of the refrigerator. All that did was bring them to a garage. Or at least that was what they thought, until Doof pressed on one of the bricks on the wall and it opened up like an elevator door, even with a soft little “ding, once the doors were completely open. That was when they realized it wasn’t like an elevator, it was an elevator. A huge elevator.

“I-I think we can all fit!” Doof called, already in the back.

“Squeeze in and make room, or I will make you,” Storage threatened.

Cop waited until he was sure everyone had made it in before stepping inside. “It might be a little tight but you probably won’t all be taking it all at the same time again.” He went ahead and decided they would go down just one floor, all they needed were a few examples. The elevator gave them a smooth ride, but they could feel the pull of gravity as the elevator moved downward.

Since everyone else was being too sheepish to ask, one Morty asked, “W-w-where are we going?”

“S-stop asking so many questions.”

“Storage, Morty can ask as many questions as he wants.”

When the doors opened again, they all shuffled out into a long hallway with twelve doors total, six on each side, and what looked like bathrooms at the end. It looked like a college dorm.

“Since you’ll be living here, I, uh just thought it-it would be- I thought we could show you what your bedrooms could be like. W-we make each floor plan the same, each room is 11’X12’ and of-of course that-that doesn’t include the 5’X5’ closet space. Then each room has a bed, nightstand, a dresser, and a desk for schoolwork. But from there,” a smile spread across his face and there was a sparkle in his eyes, “You get to decide what you want your room to be! And-and,” he was so excited he seemed to be having trouble forming words, “We’ll show you.”

He knocked to the tune of, “Shave and a Haircut” on one door and it swung open almost immediately. But that room didn’t look like the room he had just described. Well, maybe it was the size Doof had mentioned, Morty was never sure how to measure distances, but it had none of the furniture he mentioned and it was filled with art supplies. Shelves and shelves of things like sketch books, art how to guides, art history books, canisters filled with pencils, pens, markers, colored pencils, and paint brushes. One wall was only different types of paint, oil, water color, pastels, acrylic, each with its own rainbow of color to choose from. An artist’s desk sat in the corner with a stack of papers on top, and a stack of blank canvases on the floor, and a pile of painted canvases next to those, and in the center of the room was an easel with the canvas facing toward the best part of the room, the window. The entirety of the back wall of the room was an impressively crystal clear window, overlooking a garden, bringing in beautiful streams of golden light showering the entire room.

“H-hi Artist Morty, is it alright if we show the new Morty’s your room?”

“Oh-oh of course, come in!” The paint splattered boy grabbed Rick’s arm and pulled him in. “I-I need more eyes on my latest project. I’m trying something new, it-it’s rather abstract.”

Doof appreciated art, but he had difficulty understanding or putting his own meaning to it, so he just looked at it objectively and tried to offer compliments that way. This had lots of green swirls in the background, with floating blue triangles and yellow orbs in it’s mist. “I like the contrasting colors, it’s visually compelling.”

A Morty in a purple shirt walked up behind them “I-I know this feeling, this-this is that feeling you get when you walk through a portal.”

Artist Morty was very excited someone understood his art, even if it was, well, himself.

“H-hey, are-aren’t you worried about getting paint everywhere?” Morty asked, realizing there was nothing covering the floor to protect it.

“Nope! N-nothing stains, not-not even my clothes!”

“Oh yes, I-I was very careful to make everything stain resistant for you guys.”

One Morty who was always a little cold couldn’t help but feel drawn to the window, enjoying the warmth he could feel radiating from the sun. Something about it was off, but he couldn’t quite place what it was.

Suddenly they heard music, generic electro dance pop to be exact, crashed in like a wave, drawing Doof and the new Mortys back into the hall. Storage Rick was standing next to the door that was the source of the music, which was a dark room, illuminated by rave lights, and a floor divided into big square tiles, that each lit up a different color as the Morty in cut off jean shorts moved across them. He had been so caught up in his own enjoyment that he hadn’t realized he had gathered an audience.

“Yeah! Fuck it up Good Time Morty!” Storage Rick shouted, but it was hard to tell if it was in earnest or in jest. The Morty inside didn’t seem to mind either way, continuing to dance his cares away even after seeing the crowd gathered in the doorway.

After Storage shut the door, they noticed they couldn’t hear any noise at all, even though they knew his music was overwhelmingly loud. “T-the best part, all of these rooms? Completely soundproof.”

“W-woah I-I liked his room, it looked like fun,” the Morty still dressed in 2018 New Years garb spoke up.

“Oh gee, I-I don’t know, it-it was a little overwhelming.”

Cop thought for a second, and he knew which Morty’s room would be nice and calm, and a good demonstration of what they could really do with a room. He knocked three times and a Morty with long, shoulder length locks and a tie-dyed shirt opened up the door.

“Rick, what's up man?”

“Hippie Morty, would it be alright if we showed the new Mortys your room?”

“Of course, come on in, it-its not my room, no one can own a room. Ownership means nothing man, that-thats how they get you. How the man keeps you down.”

When he opened the door and let them in, the Mortys weren’t so sure if it was a room at all because, well, as far as they could tell they were outside. Long lush green grass covering the ground, trees and flowers in the distance, and a big endless sky without a cloud in sight. Stars shined down through the deep rich navy night and a crescent moon beamed down. However, the glow of the fire he had going was the brightest thing in the, uh, space. A slight breeze brushed past all of them.

“H-howdy sheriff.” A Morty dawning a ten gallon hat was sitting on the ground behind the fire and leaned over so he could get a peak at Rick and the new Morty.

“Good evening Cowboy Morty, I almost didn’t see you there.” he went ahead and took a seat next to him.

Quick to notice the watch still on Hippie Morty’s arm Doofus Rick prompted, “D-do you think you could show your “Public Identity” to the new guys if you aren’t too busy?”

“Sure man, h-hold on.” After twisting the face of the watch he was wearing left, right, left again, he suddenly shapeshifted, which almost looked frightening in the firelight. He became taller, lankier, his hair changed to a sandy blonde, he had some scraggly facial hair on his chin, an actual neck, wore baggy jeans and an oversized tie-dyed hoodie. “S-see?” he spoke, but the voice was no longer one of a Morty. “Like, I made mine an extension of my very essence.” With that he twisted the watch and switched himself back.

Storage said, “W-we made the watches based on the one from that m-movie Megamind. D-does that scan? Y-you guys know that movie?”

Most of them nodded.

“We did make a few changes, however, we made it so the voice changed with the disguise, and made it so you could lock it in so it couldn’t be bumped and changed by accident.” Cop explained.

“W-what are you two up to, are-are we interrupting?” Doof asked, being the last one to move his way in, being sure to close up the door again so the ambiance wasn’t ruined by the fluorescent light of the hall.

“No, no, don’t worry we’re just vibing.”

“Reminiscin’.”

Storage Rick shook his head and sat down. “Just-just sitting around the fire? R-really? I’ll tell you what were going to do, w-were going to take advantage of this creepy ass atmosphere, and I’m going to retell a famous horror story.”

“Y-you’re going to tell us a story?”

“T-this isn’t a nice story M-morty. And I’m not telling it verbatim, I-I’m only summing it up for you. Now shut up, sit on the fake grass, and listen. It-it’s called The Veldt.”

“By Ray Bradbury? Oh that-that’s a good one.” Doof smiled as he settled in next to the Mortys.

Cop squinted at him and furrowed his brow in suspicion. “Huh, how relevant.”

“Quiet. This family had a house that could do anything. It-it did everything for them and the parents became lazy, useless, wastes of space, while the children turned into s-spoiled little monsters. The nursery was built so it could show anything they could possibly ask for with screens making up all the surfaces of the room. A lot like the room we’re in right now.”

“Wait, Rick, are-are you saying all of this, these-these are just screens?”

Storage threw up his hands. “O-of course they are, did-did you think that we just magically ended up outside?”

“I-I think the story describes it as crystals installed in the walls,” Doof interjected.

“A-anyway,” Choosing to ignore the correction, he continued. “One day the parents discovered the children had been f-focusing on Africa a little too much. Watching lions eat their prey. S-since that-that’s pretty fucked up, they asked a psychologist what it meant, who told them they sucked at being parents. The house provided for the children and was replacing them as the caretaker. Which meant their kids were going absolutely batshit insane l-losing touch with reality, with their humanity. Something was off about that nursery too, n-not only did the African veldt look and feel too realistic for comfort, b-but the father found a wallet of his all chewed up and covered in saliva.” The fire crackled as he took a pause for dramatic effect.

“W-When the parents threatened to turn off the house so they could all live like normal people, tie their own shoes, cook their own eggs, the children were pissed. They never had to lift a finger the way things were, and they were way too attached to the house. S-So you know what those rotten kids did?”

He scanned the room, but the Mortys only shook their heads.

“T-they locked their parents in the nursery!”

He was met by a bunch of blank stares.

“And?’

“What-what do you mean?”

“W-well, what happened to their parents?”

“T-the lions fucking ate them Morty. T-that’s it. That-that’s the story.”

“B-but the lions weren’t real, were they?”

Cop spoke up. “The lions weren’t supposed to be real, but the room was malfunctioning and the lions came to life.”

“O-or it was working too well.” Storage retorted.

“A-are you saying that could happen t-to us?” Glancing around the all too realistic outdoor setting.

Doof placed a hand on Morty’s head. “Oh no Morty, of course not! It’s only a story, these rooms are very safe, I-I promise.”

Hippie Morty, feeling somewhat nervous now, stood up and pressed a panel on the wall, and slowly the once robust landscape faded away and in its place was an ordinary bedroom. Except for the overly bright paint job, with harsh yellow, neon pink, and lime green in a spiral, matching the dye job on his shirt, the shag carpet was green, but no longer a beautiful grass green, but a pea green. His nightstand and desk both had a rough aesthetic and still had a fresh scent. The bedspread was just as bright as the walls but with a rainbow tie-dye job rather than just a few colors. One thing the Mortys were shocked to see still there was the fire.

“W-wait, you just-just have a fire going in here?” It seemed like the exact opposite of safe.

“No need to panic-” Cop couldn’t finish before Storage kicked over the shallow pan they had been utilizing as a fire pit, only for nothing to happen. The fire went out rather than spread. “Everything is fire retardant, just in case.”

Before they knew it, they were all being ushered back into the elevator and down even further. However, this time when they stopped, Cop asked for twelve of them to follow him, while the other eleven went down another level with Doof and Storage.

Cop Rick cleared his throat and stood tall and firm with his hands behind his back as he spoke. “This will be the floor you all live on, each room is fully furnished and we have provided clothing as well. Right now all of them are the same so it does not matter which one you choose, it will matter once you have finalized the design you would like, feel free to visit other Mortys and take your time deciding. Right now, we would like all of you to shower and change into clean clothes and meet us back upstairs afterwards. Any questions, comments, or scathing inditements?” Morty did not know what that last word meant, but he decided it was best to just go ahead and shower and change like he had been asked.

Who knew being clean could feel so good? Showering, actually showering with warm water and soap was so much better than being sprayed with icy water from a hose. He had forgotten what it was like. Same with wearing clean clothes. The yellow pajama top and bottoms he found laid out for him on his bed smelled fresh and were so soft. If Doof hadn’t told him there would be food waiting for him upstairs when he was ready, he could have fallen asleep right then.

Thank goodness he didn’t. He was starving, they all were. Salad, soup, dinner rolls, mashed potatoes, something called green bean casserole, an apple, and meatloaf as the entree, he ate it all with vigor. Morty wasn’t even sure he tasted any of it, he just faded in and out of consciousness as he gorged himself, only coming back to life to put more on his plate. Each of him ate that same way until every single edible thing Rick had placed on the table disappeared. Finally Doofus Rick gave them each a slice of chocolate cake. It was so rich in taste but light and airy in texture, maybe it was just that he couldn’t remember the last time he had dessert but it was possibly the best cake he had ever eaten.

“Rick- uh, Doof, did you make this cake yourself?”

“N-not just the cake Morty, I-I made everything myself.” He cheerfully answered. “I love cooking a-and baking.”

“Hey, m-me too! Y-you think I could help sometime?”

“Oh gosh sure if you want to Morty, tomorrow morning I’ll be up early making cinnamon rolls.”

“Holy shit-”

“Watch your profanity-” Cop started, but he caught himself, raising his unibrow and turning to Doof, “Wait did you say cinnamon rolls?”

“Y-yes, I figure it’s a special occasion, s-so I thought I-I should make my homemade cinnamon rolls.”

“Those are very good.”

“Oh man, y-you lucky bastards-”

“D-don’t feel left outI will make enough for everyone,” Doof couldn’t help but giggle at how excited they got over baked goods. “N-ow M-mortys, I do think it is time for you to go to bed, it is already late and you had a big day. We can- we could come down with you and tuck you in if you would like.”

All the Mortys were exhausted, and he could see it, especially now that they were clean and fed, all they wanted was to crawl into those full sized beds and pass out.

“N-no that-that’s okay.” “W-we got it.” “Thanks anyway.”

“I-” he yawned, “I can put myself to bed.”

“O-okay, well, goodnight, sleep tight. See you in the morning!”

#doofus rick #cop rick #storage rick #morty smith #rick and morty #rick and morty fanfiction #chapter 2!#pocket mortys #fanfiction

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roc-thoughtblog · 4 years ago

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Sense and Sensibility Readthrough Part 19

Chapter 22, Pages 111-119

Hubris is defined as not taking your medication for the week and assuming you'd still have a productive time. It's only 5pm Wednesday so it's not too late to humble myself.

Previously, the Miss Steeles were introduced. The older is very much into beaux, and the younger is very often socially mortified by the former. Elinor is disapproves, but, they mysteriously know Eddie Ferrars, so perhaps she will have to put up with them until they give up the goods.

Not that her opinion matters too greatly when Sir Middleton never runs out of social plans. :'D

Also, thank you for telling me beaux is plural of beau!

Commenting from after having read the chapter: Oh, Elinor...

Readthrough below.

Chapter 22

MARIANNE, WHO never had much tolerance for anything like [...]

And this first sentence goes the whole first paragraph for a whopping 11 lines! It's not exclusively about Marianne's intolerances but there's still quite a lot of that. The second half is about how the Steele sisters prefer Elinor because Marianne is just that standoffish with them but I wonder if there's a literary purpose to cramming all that information into one sentence? It's certainly taxing to get my mind around, though I'm not really sure that's reflective of the Steeles when it's partially about Marianne. Perhaps all parties are exhausting?

In Lucy Steele, the younger sister, Elinor finds a companion of natural wit and intelligence, but lacking in any formal education; though I assume by "illiterate" Austen means that Lucy is simply not versed in literature, as opposed to outright illiterate.

She still doesn't like her.

Seems she also finds Lucy to be flippant and lacking any consistency of opinion, and maybe also attention-seeky. Also that they can't really talk about anything interesting to Elinor as she's not educated enough to share any tastes. That's... a shame that Elinor takes this stance. She reads Lucy's constant flattery of everything as insincerety but I don't have any reason not to think Lucy is just a genuinely positive person about everything. Personally, I would call nearabouts everyone I meet really nice, but that doesn't mean I don't think it's true! As you can see as I try to defy the interpretations of almost every character that has been described unflatteringly by the Dashwood sisters. :'D

Except Mr. Palmer, I have no good interpretations of Mr. Palmer.

Also, just because she's not formally educated doesn't mean she can't be fun to talk to! Engage people on their interests Elinor, not just your personal tastes! Well, I say all this but it's not as though I always live up to my ideal of open sociability.

Lucy asks Elinor if she knows Mrs. Ferrars, Eddie's mother. Elinor is reticent to reveal that she thinks his mother is uh, controlling, but does I think truthfully respond that she's never met the lady in person.

Elinor replies without explicit dialogue a lot, which in the Dashwood sisters I've started to take as signifying instances where not merely do they have nothing interesting to say for the reader to read, but also that they are not invested enough in their conversation partner enough to give a proper reply. Elinor does this a little bit here to Lucy, until, that is, Lucy really catches her interest. Now it's ALL DIALOGUE.

See, Lucy really genuinely wants to know about Mrs. Ferrars, surprising Elinor indeed, who's still hung up on the question of how the Steeles are connected to the Ferrars.

"But if I dared not tell you all, you would not be so much surprised. Mrs. Ferrars is certainly nothing to me at present - but the time may come - how soon it will come must depend upon herself - when we may be very intimately connected."

Oh. Oooooohhhh no. Oooooooh boy. Hmm. Yes. Well. I remember Eddie has a more successful (younger?) brother, but I feel like this isn't a fake-out just to give Elinor a heart attack and then move on. Somebody familiar with Austen and queer readings correct me on this, but I also don't see the remote possibility that this is implying Miss Steele is hooking up with Eddie's mother. So.........

I'm sitting here having not turned to the next page yet. Good heavens! indeed, Elinor.

"No," replied Lucy, "not to Mr. Robert Ferrars - I never saw him in my life; but," fixing her eyes upon Elinor, "to his eldest brother."

T-there it is. And Eddie has the hair ring too, doesn't sound one-sided... could still be parental setup, but Lucy apparently doesn't know nearly enough about Mrs. Ferrars...

What Elinor felt at that moment? Astonishment, that would have been as painful as it was strong, had not an immediate disbelief of assertion attended it.

Oh no. As painful as it is strong? Poor Elinor, that's going to hurt when the shock wears off...

A moment of silence for Elinor before I continue, which I'm going to take a short walk on.

So Elinor's... outwardly taking it well. Lucy continues her explanation.

FOUR YEARS.

LUCY AND EDDIE HAVE BEEN ENGAGED FOUR YEARS.

EDWARD AND LUCY HAVE KEPT THEIR ENGAGEMENT A SECRET FOR FOUR YEARS.

"May I ask if your engagement is long standing?" "We have been engaged these four years."

FOUR YEARS.

ELINOR NEVER HAD A CHANCE.

"I know he has the highest opinion in the world of all your family, and looks upon yourself and the other Miss Dashwoods quite as his own sisters -"

SHE WAS JUST A FRIEND. SHE WAS JUST A F R I E N D.

S H E W A S L I K E A S I S T E R T O H I M.

Alright. Well I needed to process that a bit too.

See, it's one thing for me to expect that Eddie was already engaged to somebody else. I would've been ready for that. Maybe he just moved on after Elinor was gone or something. I would've been like "yep, yeah that was expected." But FOUR YEARS. HE WAS ALREADY ENGAGED FOUR YEARS AGO.

How does this recontextualise the earlier parts of the novel? It was a hundred pages ago I don't even remember! Was this all the Dashwoods' imaginations? Am I going to go back and find out the narrative very specifically refused to state anything except that the Dashwoods thought this to be the case? Was Edward leading Elinor along the whole time? Did he know?? He seemed to be feeling guilt or shame or something so he must know about Elinor's feelings right??? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

ANyway.

So it's been a secret the whole time. Of Lucy's family only Anne Steele knows, and considering Edward I imagine literally nobody knows in general. Lucy and Edward have known each other for many years, ever since Edward stayed with her uncle Mr. Pratt, whom I don't recall coming up at all before but I wouldn't be surprised if he was name-dropped once in the beginning. Edward is so reticent about himself that Elinor barely knows/remembers anything about Mr. Pratt's existence.

I'm taking these quotes thoroughly out of order because I have been knocked out of order, but I want to highlight this;

Her astonishment at what she heard was at first too great for words; but at length forcing herself to speak, and to speak cautiously, she said, with calmness of manner, which tolerably well concealed her surprise and solicitude:

The forced calm, trying to suppress the adrenaline early, trying to keep up the mask of the disaffected. It was obvious enough that Lucy noticed and stopped mid-sentence to wait for her. Oh Elinor. How fast is her heart beating? Where has her breath gone? And "tolerably well concealed" is not "concealed." She's speaking slowly and carefully, before she's even calmed down. How much shakiness is still audible in her words? How taut has each syllable been stretched, to maintain control? Where was the misplaced pause, a necessity to find the next word?

"May- may I ask if your engagement has been long standing?" "May I ask if your engagement has been long- long standing?" "May I ask if your engagement has been longstanding?"

Anyway.

Elinor's in either the denial stage or the bargaining stage. Well it's a lot to spring on her, we can't all have omniescent narrative security from beyond the fourth wall.

"Though you do not know him so well as me, Miss Dashwood, you must have seen enough of him to be sensible he is very capable of making a woman sincerely attached to him." “Certainly," answered Elinor, without knowing what she said;

PFFHAHA. Well, Elinor's composure is well and truly gone. If there's one positive thing that might come out of love triangles (positive negotiation sort, not toxic rivalry) it would be the sincere solidarity over the best qualities of the subject of their competitive affections. Though it doesn't seem like Elinor is disposed to be friends with Lucy, sadly...

I think Lucy just wants to be friends, but, uh, well. On the one hand I don't know how sensitive she's being right now really but on the other hand, I dunno how you can sensitively break it to someone that their crush has actually been your fiance for FOUR YEARS. Like, if Eddie knew, this is something he shoulda nipped in the bud long ago.

I think I've already spent an hour trying to process everything here.

The secrecy of the engagement makes sense too. I don't think Eddie's mother would ever have approved of any engagement without thorough vetting of the suitor's prospects. A secret youthful engagement must therefore remain very secret. No wonder Lucy's so concerned about Mrs. Ferrars now, too. And Eddie's only known the Dashwoods with the context of his sister hovering nearby, just ready to be generally Fanny. If information about Lucy had gotten out to Marianne that would already be a risk, but there was MARGARET too, and that sure worked out for Elinor. No wonder the Dashwoods heard nothing.

...

Elinor could tank this if she leaked the engagement. Please don't do that Elinor, it- oh no. Elinor won't do that. What if Marianne does it on Elinor's behalf? Oh no oh no. I hope that doesn't happen. Lucy's a nice girl. :(

Come to think of it, as far as underhanded deals go, there is a possibility that Lucy is actually faking this information, knowing that Elinor is interested in Edward, in order to drive her away. That... wouldn't be the case would it...? But he does have the hair ring... It's not like she pressed her into an engagement right...? AM I BARGAINING ON ELINOR'S BEHALF?

Lucy demonstrably proves she's talking about Edward Ferrars and nobody else by showing Elinor a picture of her beau. A thought, considering how much Edward has spoken to Lucy of the Dashwoods, no wonder she was so keen to meet them.

And Lucy is so happy to be able to confide in Elinor because she has noone else besides Anne, who is understandably a liablity in terms of secrecy, and gives poor advice in general. How fortunate to have somebody so level-headed as Elinor! Edward's name coming up at all from Sir Middleton did mortify her at the possibility of beans being spilled. Lucy is so stressed that the secrecy is such that she barely gets to see Edward at all, and never knows what will be of her future. Please Lucy, you know the context of Edward's being mentioned at all, spare a thought for Elinor. :(

Here she took out her handkerchief; but Elinor did not feel very compassionate.

... Yeah.

"Sometimes," continued Lucy, after wiping her eyes, "I think whether it would not be better for us both to break off the matter entirely. [...] What would you advise me to do in such a case, Miss Dashwood?"

Uh. Wrong person to ask. Elinor sure thinks so too. Ah but Lucy even explains why he's been despirited. So it's not as much any guilt or shame so much as stress about his future with Lucy. It does also explain him leaving in a hurry with no explanation, anything related to Lucy would have no explanation given.

And Lucy shows Elinor a letter sent to her by Edward; now all doubts are cleared. She also explains that the hair-set ring is hers, asking her if she had seen it;

"I did," said Elinor, with a composure of voice, under which was concealed an emotion and distress beyond anything she had ever felt before."

After sitting with them a few minutes, the Miss Steeles returned to the Park, and Elinor was at liberty to think and be wretched.

Poor Elinor. "at liberty to think and be wretched" is also a very nice line to end a chapter on. I've definitely felt that before too.

Well.

This chapter. A lot happened here. What's Marianne going to find out next about Willoughby when the Palmers return?? We still don't know about Brandon's daughter!!

I understand now too why the chapter with the Palmers got sandwiched between the preceding chapters and the introduction of the Steeles, and why the transition seemed strangely long. The lack of information lulls a false sense of security, and also it's a small buffer in the pacing to not immediately just, roll reveals onto the reader.

I can think of Lucy as nothing but earnest at least, though, quite insensitive to Elinor's feelings in a way that should have been obvious. Umm. I don't know what to say or think about Edward right now. He's barely appeared really, I can't get a read on him. Floating the idea at the end that Lucy is not secure in her engagement, and also that it could be easily broken by the secret getting out, does... leave the whole consequences of this reveal up in the air really. It's thoroughly within Elinor's power to break them up, but...

Ah, my minds a bit overloaded now and I've gone way overtime so I'll leave the rest to consider next time after I've digested it a bit.

Poor Elinor.

#2400 words #dear lord I went long #and i'm exhausted #poor Elinor #Jane Austen #Sense and Sensibility #readthrough #novels

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20 Grammar Rules

Here are 20 simple rules and tips to help you avoid mistakes in English grammar.

1. A sentence starts with a capital letter and ends with a period/full stop, a question mark or an exclamation mark.

The fat cat sat on the mat.

Where do you live?

My dog is very clever!

2. The order of a basic positive sentence is Subject-Verb-Object. (Negative and question sentences may have a different order.)

John loves Mary.

They were driving their car to Bangkok.

3. Every sentence must have a subject and a verb. An object is optional.

John teaches.

John teaches English.

Stop! (ie You stop!)

4. The subject and verb must agree in number, that is a singular subject needs a singular verb and a plural subject needs a plural verb.

John works in London.

That monk eats once a day.

John and Mary work in London.

Most people eat three meals a day.

5. When two singular subjects are connected by or, use a singular verb. The same is true for either/or and neither/nor.

John or Mary is coming tonight.

Either coffee or tea is fine.

Neither John nor Mary was late.

6. Adjectives usually come before a noun (except when a verb separates the adjective from the noun).

I have a big dog.

She married a handsome Italian man.

(Her husband is rich.)

7. When using two or more adjectives together, the usual order is opinion-adjective + fact-adjective + noun. (There are some additional rules for the order of fact adjectives.)

I saw a nice French table.

That was an interesting Shakespearean play.

8. Treat collective nouns (eg committee, company, board of directors) as singular OR plural. In BrE a collective noun is usually treated as plural, needing a plural verb and pronoun. In AmE a collective noun is often treated as singular, needing a singular verb and pronoun.

The committee are having sandwiches for lunch. Then they will go to London. (typically BrE)

The BBC have changed their logo. (typically BrE)

My family likes going to the zoo. (typically AmE)

CNN has changed its logo. (typically AmE)

9. The words its and it's are two different words with different meanings.

The dog has hurt its leg.

He says it's two o'clock.

10. The words your and you're are two different words with different meanings.

Here is your coffee.

You're looking good.

11. The words there, their and they're are three different words with different meanings.

There was nobody at the party.

I saw their new car.

Do you think they're happy?

12. The contraction he's can mean he is OR he has. Similarly, she's can mean she is OR she has, and it's can mean it is OR it has, and John's can mean John is OR John has.

He is working

He has finished.

She is here.

She has left.

John is married.

John has divorced his wife.

13. The contraction he'd can mean he had OR he would. Similarly, they'd can mean they had OR they would.

He had eaten when I arrived.

He would eat more if possible.

They had already finished.

They would come if they could.

14. Spell a proper noun with an initial capital letter. A proper noun is a "name" of something.

We have written to Mary.

Is China in Asia?

Do you speak English?

15. Spell proper adjectives with an initial capital letter. Proper adjectives are made from proper nouns.

London is an English town.

Who is the Canadian prime minister?

Which is your favorite Shakespearean play?

16. Use the indefinite article a/an for countable nouns in general. Use the definite article the for specific countable nouns and all uncountable nouns.

I saw a bird and a balloon in the sky. The bird was blue and the balloon was yellow.

He always saves some of the money that he earns.

17. Use the indefinite article a with words beginning with a consonant sound. Use the indefinite article an with words beginning with a vowel sound.

a cat, a game of golf, a human endeavor, a Frenchman, a university (you-ni-ver-si-ty)

an apple, an easy job, an interesting story, an old man, an umbella, an honorable man (on-o-ra-ble)

18. Use many or few with countable nouns. Use much/a lot or little for uncountable nouns.

How many dollars do you have?

How much money do you have?

There are a few cars outside.

There is little traffic on the roads.

19. To show possession (who is the owner of something) use an apostrophe + s for singular owners, and s + apostrophe for plural owners.

The boy's dog. (one boy)

The boys' dog. (two or more boys)

20. In general, use the active voice (Cats eat fish) in preference to the passive voice (Fish are eaten by cats).

We use active in preference to passive.

Active is used in preference to passive.

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hbostolemysoul · 6 years ago

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Band of Brothers fluff alphabet: Ronald Speirs

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

While Speirs appreciates many things about you physically, the thing that attracts him most to you is how you don’t seem to fear him like all the other soldiers. Unlike the band of idiots (as you lovingly call them) you don’t take rumours at face value, there is more to Speirs than a scary reputation.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

Speirs had a not so pleasant childhood. So the whole family thing scares him a bit. The last thing he wants is for his child to grow up with someone who doesn’t know how to be a father. You understand where his hesitation comes from, it also provides you a starting point into reassuring him that he is already a better man/father than his was due to the fact that he is worrying over the wellbeing of your hypothetical children.

When baby Speirs does come along it is almost comical how frightened Ron looks as you plop the tiny human into his arms for the first time. In true Speirs fashion the two stare each other down until your newborn yawns and closes their eyes. Ron doesn’t smile much, but he smiled then (even though he denies it).

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

Ron spent most of the war alone in his own foxhole due to his reputation. He got used to sleeping alone until he joined Easy and you made it your mission to unravel the mystery that was Ronald Speirs. He would never admit to cuddling out loud…but there were times when he woke up with you cuddled into his side, and his arm may or may not have found its way around you, holding you just a bit closer.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Believe it or not, dancing. (most would believe not).

Ron is actually a wonderful dancer, and when its just the two of you, whether in your home or at a local bar he enjoys holding your close and swaying to the music.

E = Everything (You are my __ (e.g. my life, my world…))

“you are something else…” (said in response to you accepting the feared cigarette he offered you upon your first meeting)

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

Ron is nothing, if not emotionally constipated. Knowing him he probably convinced himself that the tightening in his chest when he looked at you was due to indigestion.

He knew he loved you when you found him after Grant had been shot. He was angry, and everyone had given him a wide berth after he left the drunk replacement alive, and to the MPs. You just leaned against the door frame of his room and casually offered him a cigarette. The gesture calmed something in him, the raging fury behind his eyes dying out just a little bit. Your small smile when he took the aforementioned cigarette definitely didn’t help the tightening in his chest…he also now knew that he could not blame his feelings on indigestion anymore.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

Ron is an intense guy. Most things with him are fiery and passionate. It isn’t until later in your relationship (where he feels more secure) that things become gentle, yet somehow more passionate than before.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

Ronald Speirs does not hold hands…at least not in public, and definitely not around his men. More often then not his hand will find its way to your lower back, a gentle pressure that is all too quickly removed as he continues on his way. Most might find that infuriating but knowing Ron the way you do you know it's his way of checking in on you, and letting you know he is still there.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

You were one of the first to approach him other than Winters, Nixon, and Lipton, when he was reassigned to Easy company. You were genuinely friendly, a completely unexpected occurrence considering he knew the kinds of rumours that floated around about him. To further test if you were genuine he offered you a cigarette, you smiled and accepted pulling a lighter out of your pocket and offering the flame to him as well. Speirs knew then that you would be trouble.

Meanwhile, Perconte and Luz visibly froze in the background. Shooting fearful glances at each other as they watched in horror as you accepted without a moment’s hesitation. Speirs shot them a look soon after you left, it was in those few moments that both Luz and Perconte decided that this was a story that didn’t need to be shared after all.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Yes. Definitely yes. Will he admit to it? Hell no.

When you go out he is always touching you in some way, a hand at your back, or around your waist. It's not that he doesn’t trust you, or think that you aren’t capable of kicking ass should someone not understand the word no. It's more a reassurance to him. Ron is used to being alone, an outcast of sorts. He has a lot more insecurity than anyone (except you) may know. You can feel the way he pulls you a bit closer when other men look your way, you’ve learned to just lean into his touch and reassure him that you aren’t going anywhere.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

He did. The war was all but over, and in classic Easy fashion a majority of the men had been drinking steadily most of the evening, Ron included. You had taken over a shift at the medical station, so Roe would finally go get some god damned sleep. Speirs found his way in, made eye contact with you and just walked over and kissed you. You could taste the champagne on his lips, it was intense, but come to think of it most things about Ron were. When he broke away he just stared at you, gauging your reaction for a few moments. You just smiled, grabbed him by the collar and initiated another mind-blowing kiss.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

You do. You were being sent back home with some of the other guys (not by your own free will mind you) the army had been grateful for your service, but the idea of having a woman in war any longer than absolutely necessary put the higher-ups on edge. Ron had been avoiding you since he found out. He could be frustratingly elusive when he wanted to be. It took you almost an entire day before you tracked him down on some stupid balcony, the look he shot you was guarded. While things with Ron had been relatively new, he had opened up enough that you knew he had been distancing himself so it would hurt less when you “inevitably left him”. What he didn’t realize was that while you were physically being shipped back home, there was no way in hell that you were ‘leaving’ him. The speech you gave him was nothing short of inspirational. It took a lot to learn how to “operate a Speirs”, but you had finally cracked the code as he visibly relaxed as you pulled him into a gentle kiss. “You know I put up with your moody crap because I love you right?” you said half-jokingly, he just smiled and pulled you closer. Perhaps whispering the words into your hair as he did so.

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

You waiting for him at the train station as he finally arrived back home. While he thought you were always beautiful, it was something else entirely to see you out of uniform and in civilian clothes. He never truly felt like he had a home before, but having you there waiting for him with watery eyes and a big smile changed that. You were his home.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Speirs had a habit of ‘collecting’ shiny things while you were together in Europe. It's safe to say that you were only slightly exasperated when packages of silver plates and other things began arriving to your home during the months that you were separated.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

White. Like the snow in Bastogne when he first met you. Even now when it snows Ron can still picture the way the soft snowflakes would find their way into your lashes and hair as ‘forced’ your way into his foxhole.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Ronald Speirs does not do pet names…until you are married, and the words ‘Mrs. Speirs’ being lightly rasped into your neck bring about a whole new meaning.

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

Ron likes the old-timey silver lighters. He has an old one he found over in Germany that he carries with him to this day.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Bed. He likes to stay in bed, more specifically he likes YOU in bed with him.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

Ron doesn’t do emotions. So the first time he saw you cry he had a bit of internal panic. Is it safe to touch you? Should he get you a tissue? Does he need to go hurt someone? It isn’t until you grumble to him to just ‘get over here and hold me’ that he finally starts to figure things out. Safe to say he can now pick up on your moods quite easily, and whenever possible already has you in his arms before the tears begin to fall.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

He is more of a listener. Comes from a lifetime of being a loner you guess. But he loves watching the way you light up and get animated about certain things when you talk.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

He smokes. Which he knows he should try and quit, especially with baby Speirs around. It’s worst for him at night. You often times find your bed empty in the middle of the night, but the gentle snores (plural Daddy Speirs + baby Speirs) coming from the nursery put at ease. When you first started noticing his absences you would go looking for him. You would always find him in the nursery, the baby held gently yet securely to his chest as he softly spoke to them, sometimes there would be tiny baby coo’s in response.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

Now that you have ‘domesticated your Speirs’ he isn’t all that showy. But you’ll be damned if you ever forget how he would smile cheekily as he wandered around Germany carrying as much silver as possible.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

It would be small, probably a courthouse thing. He isn’t close to his family, and yours lived so far away that it didn’t make sense for them to travel so far. Regardless your family sent their blessings for you and Ron. It wasn’t some fairy tale wedding, but it suited the both of your just fine.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

Maps- (covered by Freya Ridings)

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Yep. Small and to the point. Ron honestly would have been okay with a big wedding if that is what you had wanted. All that really mattered to him was that you wanted to be his wife.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

You get a cat. Mostly because your nosey neighbors hate them, and Ron hates your nosey neighbors.

#band of brothers #band of brothers x reader #easy company #ron speirs #Ronald speirs #ron speirs x reader #Ronald speirs x reader #fluff alphabet

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lxme-xss-imxgines · 6 years ago

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lost & found // BTS

Prompt: mafia/gang finds your wallet n sees ur broke as hell

Pairing: BTS x reader, turning into ot7 fic

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: swearing and suggestiveness(?)

A/n: hope y’all like this:)

Intro Part One Part Two Part Three

Lisa stands next to you, staring at the box in disbelief.

“I mean, money was one thing,” she mutters. “But clothes? Specifically for you, even. I think I’m gonna count myself out and say you have some sort of secret admirers. Plural.”

You roll your eyes at her as she takes a seat on the couch,”Not even the weirdest part. They’re all in my size. How would they know that?”

She shrugs,”You know what they say-”

“I know, I know. It’s not that I don’t appreciate it, I suppose . . . it just weirds me out that someone would spend so much money on me. And for no reason,” you cross your arms, staring at the items splayed on the table.

“Not to call us out or anything, but we’re not very well endowed with money. And after all, the first thing that they returned was your wallet with a wad of cash.”

For some reason, something clicks when Lisa says this. Suddenly you feel stupid, like you should have connected the dots sooner.

“I left my wallet on the table at the cafe, Lis,” she just nods, waiting for you to continue. “I left it there and you know who the only ones to walk in after us were?”

Lisa’s eyes widen with realization, understanding where you were going with this,”Those mysterious men. You don’t think-”

“I don’t know. Would that be crazy?” by now you’re pacing, trying to decide whether or not this whole situation is plausible. I mean, it makes sense, right?

“Maybe - “

“We should just ignore it?”

Lisa is silent after your suggestion. She then looks at you, letting out a small sigh,”I mean, it’s not really causing harm is it? Even if it is them? And who knows, maybe they were just sending one last gift. I wouldn’t think on it too much, hun.”

You nod, agreeing with her in a sense. What’s the harm from a wad of cash and some clothes, right? No reason to stress over some gifts.

However, this soon became a problem you couldn’t ignore.

It was nice at first - cash every once in awhile, clothes (even some for Lisa, which she was very excited about), and that was all nice.

And then it got slightly more obnoxious by the week.

The packages had progressed from small boxes with cash or clothes to nice furniture and even appliances. They even got you the most recent Macbook to help with your college classes, replacing the one you’ve had for years.

You felt odd, because any other person wouldn’t mind the showering of gifts for no other reason than your financial situation, but you couldn’t help feel a pang of guilt upon receiving each of these gifts.

The anonymous sender doesn’t know anything about you and had no reason to be so giving. You suddenly felt as if you only had one option - to contact them.

Of course, you don’t think you could very well contact them without information, even with your suspicion of their identities.

What’s the best way to find someone? The internet, of course.

You almost want to laugh at yourself, using the laptop you were given to try and for sure detect who this generous person - or people - may be.

So, you type the first thing that comes into your head - ‘BTS Seoul’

Your jaw almost drops to the floor at the results.

Things such as:

Wanted

Gang

Murders

True identities unknown

Police close cold case of nightclub shooting

No leads on notorious “Bangtan Boys (BTS)

However, none of those is what alarms you the most. Giving into your curiosity, you click over to the images and feel your heart leap out of your chest.

The picture was slightly blurry, but it was him.

It was a picture of the man you saw entering the cafe that night.

“They’ve only been coming for a month, and the owner told me that they’re allowed in no matter the time or circumstance. Luckily, they usually show up around the same time so I know when they’re going to be there”

You can feel the air leave your lungs, and your eyes flick up to the time and day on your laptop.

Wednesday 10:38

The same day and almost exact same time as when they showed up before.

You stand up immediately, rushing to slip on your shoes and jacket, and you’re outside of your apartment in under a minute.

Lisa is going to let a bunch of gang members into our local cafe. Very generous gang members, but gang members nonetheless.

You needed to get to there. Now.

For her sake and yours.

***

The entire ten minute walk - more like jog - to the cafe you felt your adrenaline rising more. You turn a corner and the cafe and suddenly in your sight, but you’re too late.

Their car is parked outside. And you didn’t run into Lisa on the way there, so that means she’s still there.

When you reach the building, you don’t think, you just act. You pull the door open, skidding to a halt when you see the scene before you.

The seven of them were around the largest table, each with a cup of some sort of drink in front of them - and they were all laughing. Not that you had expected them to have their guns out on the table and someone tied up to a chair or anything, but you especially didn’t expect Lisa to be serving them and laughing along.

You suddenly wish you could turn and walk away, but the bell attached to the door already let out a small noise, alerting everyone of your presence.

Anxiety fills from your toes to the top of your head when all eight people present turn to look at you, the laughter dying down quite suddenly.

You feel that your mouth is dry, so it comes out wrong when you try to speak,”Lisa, I need to talk to you.” You walk into the back of the cafe quickly, Lisa following you after muttering a small apology to the men. The gang.

“Y/n, what are you doing here? It’s kind of late-”

“Do they know, Lis? Did you tell them that I think it’s them?” your words come out with a frantic edge, taking Lisa aback slightly.

“No, I haven’t told them anything. What makes you think that?” you just shake your head, sighing of relief. She steps closer,”What is going on?”

“I was trying to figure out more about them, because I was feeling guilty and wanted to see if i could contact them, to thank them,” you swallow. “They are a gang, Lis.”

She just stares at you for a second, before letting out a little giggle. You stare at her in disbelief. Does she really not believe me?

“You think that those guys in there are in a gang?” now her laugh is slightly fuller,”They are completely harmless. And handsome, might I add.”

“Do you think I’m joking?” you roll your eyes. “Fine, I’ll prove it,” before she can protest, you make your way back out to the front.

You’re almost startled by their complete silence and stone-like expressions. You swallow, approaching their table quietly. As if sensing your presence, they all turn to face you.

Ah fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

You open your mouth to speak, but are cut off by one of the men.

“Took you long enough,” one with dark hair and an unamused stare begins to speak. “We were beginning to think we weren’t ever going to meet.”

You’re taken aback by his crude comment,”Excuse me?”

Another one with dimples and purple hair begins to speak,”I’m sorry, what Yoongi means is that we’ve been hoping you would make contact with us.”

You’re at a loss for words and have so many questions at the same time. You’re so caught up in the conversation you didn’t even notice Lisa’s inherent shock at the possible truth.

“Why?” is the only word you can muster. “Why me? And don’t say because you pity my financial situation. I have a feeling a gang doesn’t just up and start being generous to random college students. Especially in the way you have.”

A few smirks break out, along with some shocked expressions at your bluntness.

“Well,” purple hair starts again,”Truth is . . . “

“We want you. Simple as that,” a rather pretty one begins speaking,”I’m Jimin, by the way.” he sends you a wink along with a smile, and you can feel heat rise into your cheeks.

“O-oh, I, um-”

“It’s okay to be nervous, or even a little scared. Just know we wouldn’t hurt you. Ever,” another one speaks and you nod at him in response; his soft eyes have an odd calming effect on you.

“You don’t even know me,” you protest, completely forgetting about their inherent gang status at the moment. “But yet you want me? All of you?” the true meaning of that phrase suddenly crosses your mind, and you wonder how that would even work. One for each day of the week? You hold back a snort at your own thought.

“I think we both know that knowing each other isn’t a concern,” Yoongi, you presume, begins. “And if you don’t understand that, you will. You’re ours.”

His words send shivers down your spine.

“Hyung, could you please stop being so forward? You’re going to scare her,” a dirty blonde headed man protests, staring at him with annoyance.

“There’s no point in lying, Taehyung. She was ours the first day she made eye contact with me.”

“Are you going to continue bragging about that one time, Jungkook? Or will we actually-”

A small ringing noise reverberates through the air, pulling everyone’s attention to the door - only for them to see you have exited.

“Good going, Yoongi,” Taehyung rolls his eyes, slouching back into his seat.

“Wait,” Lisa suddenly speaks, and they all turn toward her,”So you guys are actually a gang?”

The boys just sigh and chuckle lowly.

#BTS #BTS x reader #ot7 x reader #ot7 #yoongi #jin #jimin #jungkook #namjoon #hoseok #taehyung #yoongi x reader #namjoon x reader #jungkook x reader #taehyung x reader #hoseok x reader #jin x reader #jimin x reader

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the-raining-witch · 6 years ago

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Witchlang, Verbs

Part Three / Part Five

Part Four! This lesson is going to cover verbs in Vitish, I'll avoid getting into any other subject so that you can focus on understanding what's here, though hopefully it's not complicated.

In Vitish, I was given the fantastic recommendation by @beauhebeboppin to try to avoid the irregular verbs most languages have in droves. With only a couple exceptions, keeping all of the verbs regular cuts back dramatically on the time it takes to learn how verbs are formed and makes it much simpler.

Verb conjugation is the process of changing the form of a verb depending on the context of the sentence. Most languages do this is some way, such as the English verb "to be" changing to "am" in the sentence "I am" or the Spanish verb "correr" changing to "corro" in "Yo corro." Vitish follows the style of most romance languages and has several different endings a verb can have which change depending on the context while the root of the word stays the same. Here are some examples:

[Format: (English Word) - (Vitish Word) - (pronunciation)]

To Eat - Bvitare - /'ʋi ta 'ɾɛ/ To Dig - Dirage - /'di ɾa 'gɛ/ or /'di ɾa 'gʲɛ/ [HERE is a link to what the "j" means] To Fly - Ceiragi - /'t͡ʃei ɾa 'gi/ or /'t͡ʃe ɾa 'gʲi/

The First thing you may notice is the introduction of a new IPA symbol, that superscript "j." It represents something called palatalization (linked above), which, to simplify, is similar to quickly following that sounds with the /j/ sounds (the y is "yellow," as the linked article put it). For a real example, Russian uses palatalization often, like in the word "нет." This wasn't listed in the pronunciation rules video because its actually an artifact left over from a previous version of this language. This is version 3.0 of Vitish, and several sound changes have happened since version 1 that I have trouble forgetting. So, you have an option to add that /j/ sound after a "g"" which comes before an "e" or "i," or you don't have to, your choice.

The second thing you may notice if you've learned a language before or have been paying close attention are the three similar yet distinct endings the three verbs have: "-are," "-age," and "-agi." All verbs end in one of these three ways, and how you conjugate the verb changes depending on which way it ends. Yes this does add a level of complexity to the language that may be a little harder to learn, but it makes it more similar to natural languages and adds a level of variation to avoid everything sounding the same. I did try to make everything mostly similar however, to keep it as easy as possible.

Here is a chart to show the various ways the verbs are conjugated for the present tense:

Learning this is going to be a matter of memorization more than any other part of Vitish, but I've tried to help where I can. Notice that many of the -age and -agi endings are the same as each other, and most endings only differ across words in subtle ways. Not to mention most verbs in Vitish end in -are, so if you focus on that column you'll be able to get it most of the time.

For now, I would not recommend learning the endings for "we" until I've had a chance to explain why there are two there, I'll get to that in a later post.

So, then I guess I'll show you the words for each of the pronouns (the "Subject" column in the image) and give you some conjugation examples.

I - Fjo - /fʲo/ You - Cai - /t͡ʃai/ She - Kefa - /kɛfa/ He - Kem Singular They - Koi - /koi/ It - Keif - /kɛif/ You all - Daç - /das/ Plural They - Ket - /kɛt/

Keeping in mind I've only taught you the endings for verbs in the present tense so far, here are some examples:

I eat -> Fjo bvito You eat -> Cai bvitaitt They dig -> Koi dirni They dig -> Ket dirut She flies -> Kefa ceirni He flies -> Kem ceirni Note when the verbs are identical (like with she, he, it, and singular they) and when they are different (like with singular they and plural they). Also notice that when a verb is conjugated the ending is removed and replaced with the new conjugated ending. This means you could actually not include the subject and still have a valid sentence. So "bvito" is the same sentence as "fjo bvito" since the -o conveys that the subject ("fjo") is supposed to be there.

Okay, that's more than enough of a lesson for now. I'll go over the other tenses another time. For now, practice with some of the verbs and endings I've given you and feel free to ask me questions if you're confused on what to do. Looking up how languages like Spanish (and other romance languages) do verbs may help you to understand as well.

Thank you if you've been learning along with these lessons. I know it can seem like a lot of technical stuff to get right if you haven't done this before, but with practice it will quickly become second nature. And if you're just reading along to see what this language is like, thank you too! I appreciate any interest in this project I've worked very hard on and would love feedback.

Next post may cover more on verbs or begin constructing our first sentences, I'm not sure yet, but it should come out tomorrow (for real this time lol).

#witchlang #conlang #Rainwater's post #witchcraft #pagan #wicca

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spootiliousrps · 6 years ago

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Repost for a follower

@alien-space-loser

You’re now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!

You both like Sabriel.

Stranger: ((Reverse!Verse - Gabriel and Castiel are hunters, Sam and Dean are angels)) So, this was not how Gabriel had expected his day to go. But, when it came to angels, all bets were off anyway. After what had to be half a dozen apocalypses he’d fought together with his brother - certainly enough to make him exasperated that he actually had cause to ponder he plural of ‘apocalypse’ - perhaps it would have been a logical assumption that he’d learned from his mistakes. But, apparently not. Dean had been with them since the beginning; nothing was about to deter the guy from mooning over Castiel like some sort of lovesick winged puppy. Which Gabriel had finally come to terms with, after much bitching. But Sam? Sam was… difficult. Sam was in the ‘not-quite-an-ally’ category; an untested variable who could just as easily screw them over as help them. So, naturally, as was his way, Gabriel had thrown himself full-force at the problem, and summoned the angel to a ring of holy fire. Which, he was beginning to realise, had probably been a bad idea. Who knew?

You: [reading

You: ]

Stranger: ((Thanks!))

You: [[Fair warning… My Angel!Sam is both a little rusty and kind of an ass at time but here it goes…]]

Stranger: ((Ahh, don’t worry about it at all! :D))

You: Sam Winchester, Angel of the Lord and Protector of Earth… was trapped. It was pretty embarrassing, actually. He had been there when God created the heavens and yet here he was surrounded by flaming oil as he stared down the human before him. Granted, it was a Novak but it still stung. He had kept an eye on the brothers long enough to had thought he knew all of their tricks. It wasn’t that he was concerned about them but about his brother’s fascination with the younger one. Angels who fell in love with human were doomed to a torture that even Hell couldn’t recreate. He had made his disapproval known but Dean was stubborn. Still, when the human’s turned on them he had expected it to be Castiel… not the fun loving elder brother. Lightening struck outside the window of the warehouse they stood in, his anger flaring. His power might be contained by the trap he had found himself but he still had some effect on the world around them… especially when he was in a bit of a temper. “Release me, now; or I won’t hesitate to slaughter both you and your brother.” He warned flatly, pinning the man, who was small even for a human, with a look that obviously meant business.

Stranger: Gabriel had an excellent pokerface. It was one of his best assets, honestly - in actual poker, and in situations such as this one. To his credit, he only flinched a tiny amount when the crack of lightning striking far too close for comfort sounded outside. He shifted his weight a little, folded his arms over his chest, and gave his best sardonically raised eyebrow in response to the outburst of temper. “I mean, I will. Eventually.” He assured the angel, tilting his head a little to the side for a brief second. “I mean, assuming I’m going to avoid the whole ‘slaughter’ thing, because that’s really not much of an incentive for-“ He cut himself off. Maybe running his mouth wasn’t wise, here.

You: “For a Novak.” Sam finished for him, his gaze following ever movement the man made. “Oh, but it will be.” He explained as if talking to a child. “You and your brother may have found numerous ways to break out of hell but neither of you have stepped foot into heaven.” Sam explained, his honey gaze turning to a gold glow, his power itching to get out. “Of course, you won’t be joining the other souls… I’ll make sure of that.” He stepped forward, the circle just large enough for him to walk along the edge without being burned. “I don’t like being trapped Gabriel… And I tend to hold a grudge.” He added, gaze following his foot falls. “Tell me what you want and make it quick.”

Stranger: Gabriel had to admit to himself that the ethereal glow of Sam’s eyes set something twisting in his gut. Trepidation, possibly, because he was under no illusions just how powerful this guy was. And pissing him off? Yeah, probably not the most effective way to convince him to join the cause. Why had he thought this was a good idea, again? He watched the angel prowl around the trap, eyes fixed on him, and licked his lips fleetingly before speaking again. “Look, I’m not trying to invoke your holy wrath, or anything. And as sweet as a stairway to heaven sounds, I’m planning on going a few more rounds before I do finally check out, so…” He cleared his throat. “I just wanted to ask you a few questions, that’s all. I figured this was probably the best way to make sure you wouldn’t immediately leave. Or smite me.”

You: Sam’s harsh gaze shot up almost instantly at the mention of questions, his eyes almost piercing into Gabriel’s souls. Had Dean hinted to the human what Sam’s weaknesses were? Had his brother betrayed him? No. He couldn’t have. Still… Sam’s curiosity always won. He tilted his head to one side as if considering his options. Despite the fact that he practically hated the Novaks… they had knowledge he wanted. He was one of the most successful scholars in all of heaven, if Gabriel had discovered that fact then it wouldn’t be a surprise that he was using it against him. The question was, was Sam willing to risk it? “Very well.” He stated after a moment, turning to face him completely. “I will answer a few of your questions but my answers will be conditional and you must accept the answers I provide.” He warned, the lightening that had struck once more only moments before had begun to fade, along with the storm that had been raging.

Stranger: Now that was an interesting reaction. Not scorn or derision or outrage. Which was… progress. Probably. Gabriel’s eyes flickered to the window, noting the storm beginning to wane beyond the glass. Okay. Good signs. He soon turned his attention back to Sam, though, brows drawing together as he worked to decipher that response. “Fair enough.” He said slowly. And, damn, he hadn’t exactly planned this far ahead. Where to start? Well, there was Dean. That was a safe beginning point, he could springboard from there. “Um. What do you really think about your brother working with us?”

You: Sam grimaced at the question, an answer in itself, still he spoke. “It is his assigned duty. Which is why I have not interfered.” Sam provided, giving a half answer. It wasn’t that Dean was working with the human’s that made his grace crawl, it was the angel’s feelings towards them that bothered him. “Now, it is my turn. An answer for an answer.” He explained. “Is your brother some sort of witch?” He asked simply. He was almost certain that the man was not but could not fathom any other way Dean could have fallen for a human beyond sorcery.

Stranger: Gabriel refrained from pointing out that Sam hadn’t actually answered his question about how he /felt/ - but his tactful rewording of the question was derailed entirely by the angel’s response. He stared at him for a moment, dumbfounded as to how he’d even come to that conclusion. “I… what? No, obviously not.” He scoffed. His brows drew together in incredulity as he stared at the angel. “Why would you think so? That’s a stretch, man, even for you.”

You: Sam gave a hum at the other man’s answer, as if considering it before accepting Gaberial’s second question. “I have me reasons. Many of which are sound.” He replied with another half-answer. “My turn.” He pointed out. “Has Castiel given Dean anything that you are aware of? Anything; even something as mundane as food.” He asked, moving back to the center of the circle and sitting down, cross legged on the concrete floor; signaling that this might take a while.

Stranger: Gabriel was starting to think he’d never get a straight answer out of this guy. The disbelief remained in his gaze when the angel settled himself in the middle of the circle, apparently content to remain there for some time. Which was an improvement on the impromptu lightning storm, so he wasn’t about to complain. Still, standing over him felt weird, so he turned to drag a crate from one edge of the room in front of the flames, perching himself on top of it. The angel’s next question was as baffling as the last, and he blinked before shaking his head. “I don’t know, maybe?” He guessed. “I mean, I guess we’ve introduced him to the joys of human food and crappy beer. He likes pie.” He added helpfully with a shrug. “So yes, I guess so.”

You: Sam pursed his lips but nodded, deep in thought over the answer. Silence fell for a moment before he glanced up at the human and arched a brow. “You’re next question.” He pointed out. He had a very long list of his own and though he knew getting through all of them would take some time he was not prepared to wait on the other man if at all possible. He did study him in that moment however, taking note of the sandy hair that was so different from his brothers and the deep gaze that signaled a life far longer than his own.

Stranger: Gabriel watched the angel for a handful of seconds more before he huffed and dragged a hand through his hair. Well, at least he wasn’t exactly giving away state secrets, here. But he wasn’t getting much in return, either. Maybe it was time for a more direct approach. “What do you think about us? Me and Cas?” He held up his hand quickly, adding; “And I know what Heaven in general thinks, thanks very much. I’m talking about you specifically.”

Stranger: ((Just in case I pass out, my email is ************@gmail.com if you wanna continue. It’s nearly 2am here, but I’m on night shift tomorrow so I’m trying to make myself stay awake!))

You: Sam arched a brow but gave a small shrug. “I do not see how that is relevant but I’ll play along.” He admitted softly. “Besides currently wanting you dead for entrapping me; I do not trust either of you. Your brother is the more level headed out of the two of you but he is too soft hearted for the tasks you face. You are immature and unreliable but necessary. You are… curious.” He added after a moment. “While his motive are… worrisome.” His brows furrowed in thought but he brushed it aside before offering his own question. “Is your brother talented with potions or the like?”

You: [[10-4. I can understand that. Mine is *********@gmail.com. Just so you know as well.]]

Stranger: ((Awesome)) The sardonic eyebrow was back. Sam was one to talk about irrelevant questions. But this time, he at least got a more satisfactory answer. That was… blunt, but refreshingly honest. And okay, he could work with that. There were some trust issues to work on, but he had a lifetime of practice with those. “I really don’t know where you’ve got the idea that Cas is some sort of Hogwarts prodigy.” He deadpanned. “For the record, he sucks at potions. If ever we have to do spell stuff for a hunt - which is are, by the way - that’s my job. He’s too practical.” Which didn’t exactly translate, he was aware, but he didn’t much care. “Why are you so suspicious of him, anyway?”

Stranger: ((*which is rare))

You: Sam’s glare returned. He wasn’t prepared to answer that question. Still, if Castiel was as Gabriel said then he wasn’t what Sam should be concerned with. Perhaps, Gabriel was the one poisoning his brother’s mind? But what could he gain from their brothers’ relationship? “I am no longer suspicious of Dean.” He answered honestly to the question, narrowly avoiding giving to much information to the man. “What is your intentions with my brother?” He asked plainly.

Stranger: Gabriel had honestly never wanted to facepalm so hard in his life. He had a feeling the gesture would have been lost on the angel, though - or at least the comedic value would have been seriously wasted - so he refrained. Just. “You know what I meant.” He huffed. The next question drew him back in, and he couldn’t help a laugh. “I don’t know about me, but I’m pretty sure Castiel wants to be him so hard that coins come out. If they can ever stop mooning over each other long enough to actually let that happen, that is.” A smirk - and then he realised very quickly that what he’d said was probably blasphemy, and Sam would probably not take kindly to any sort of graphic imagery of what their brothers might be getting up to. He grinned sheepishly. “Uh, that is to say…” He began - then stopped. Grinned wider. Turned delighted eyes on Sam. “Wait. Is that why you were asking all those questions about Cas? Because he seduced your brother?” Another bark of laughter, and he tilted his head back, chuckling honest, open mirth.

Stranger: ((*to bang him so hard coins come out))

Stranger: ((Of all the words to miss))

You: [[XD]]

You: The image of coins escaping Dean was both confusing and humorous to him but he refrained from showing it as his focus returned to Gabriel as he began to laugh, the sound hearty and full. It was actually… kind of nice. The sound seemed to wash over him, smoothing down his ruffled feathers despite him wanting the opposite. His confusion only grew as he regarded the human. “I would not call it seduction but yes. I do not understand how such a creature has such an effect on Dean.” He answered. “Is Hogwarts some sort of training or school that you were apart of?” He was obviously serious as the words left him, gaze still suspicious.

Stranger: The question about Hogwarts had Gabriel laughing again just as it was beginning to subside. God, he hadn’t laughed like this in ages. It was freeing. He caught his breath, wiped tears of mirth from his eyes, and coughed another chuckle before continuing. “Hogwarts is-“ He began, then thought better of it and shook his head. “You know what, yeah, sure. Let’s go with that.” He grinned. He canted his head to the side as he regarded the angel, eyes bright and curious. “Cas didn’t put any sort of spell on Dean. Not like that, anyway.” He huffed. “In all your years watching humans, how often have you… you know, actually come down and interacted with us?”

You: Sam sensed the lie and his frown deepened, the shiver that ran up his spine at Gabriel’s joy making him turn sour once more. Regardless he accepted the answer, an unspoken rule of their agreement. He would have to accept the other man’s answers just as he expected the other man to do the same. “I have visited Earth, or communed with humans a total of forty two times, not including our current meeting.” He answered matter-of-factly. “Why have you lied to me?” He asked, not seeming angry about the matter.

Stranger: Forty two. It sounded like a lot, but exactly how old was Sam? Was that really enough to get the flavour of what humans were all about? Not enough to read Harry Potter, apparently. The next question gave him pause, made him wonder if maybe he’d angered the angel somehow - but he didn’t seem it. He frowned. “I didn’t-“ He said, then stopped. “Oh, you mean just now. That wasn’t… not a lie, exactly. Just a joke. It’s… Hogwarts is a fictional school, from a book. About wizards. And so help me, if I end up explaining the plot of Harry Potter to an angel, we’re gonna be here a long time.” He quirked another smile. “Maybe I’ll show you the movies sometime. We could have a film night. And popcorn.” The idea made him grin. Cas would hate it.

You: [[I can’t tell you how much I’m loving this! ROFL T.T]]

Stranger: ((I’m giggling, omg))

Stranger: ((I love your Sam))

You: [[AW!!! Thank you! This is my first reverse!verse and only my second time rping sabriel… So that means a lot <3]]

Stranger: ((Really? Colour me impressed!))

You: It was Sam’s turn to arch a brow. He didn’t really understand what a fictional school had to do with there conversation or why Gabriel had felt the need to bring it up in the first place. It only cemented the fact that he didn’t think he’d ever understand humans. He sighed, hoping the human gesture would signal his lack of amusement… that was how it worked… wasn’t it? “I don’t understand your fascination with moving pictures. Especially the ones you keep under your bed.” He commented. “The human expression of love may be complex but I can not understand an attraction to someone who ‘spanks’ you.” He shook his head slowly. “If what I experience is to believed that is some form of punishment and yet your collection of Casa Erotica makes me think otherwise.” He added, making sure not to pose any of the words as a question. “I also don’t understand why you watch them so often. Surely your memory is not so terrible.”

You: [[:3 Why thank you again.]]

You: *If what I have experienced is to believed

Stranger: Gabriel opened his mouth, one hand raised with a finger pointed ready to gesture - then closed it again. Considered. and okay, he could think of plenty of hilarious and suggestive ways to respond to that - and it wasn’t as if he hadn’t thought about practical lessons of that genre before, involving the angel, but he reserved those very much for the shower and the company of his own hand - but he eventually came to the depressingly sensible conclusion that it was a bad idea. At least while the other was trapped in a ring of fire. “I… am reserving my right not to elaborate on that.” He decided. “If only because Cassie would be very disappointed in me if I corrupted you like that, and I’d have to endure the puppy eyes.” He swallowed, cast his eyes over Sam for a second longer, and lamented lost opportunities. “Maybe some other time.”

You: Sam watched him closely, hoping he would take the bait and provide him with some form of information he could understand but none came. He shrugged gently. “It was not a question, therefore I will accept that.” He nodded. “Now, if we can continue; I may be immortal but I rather not be trapped here for eternity. I have better things to do with my time. Name your next question.” He instructed. The man had given such an odd reaction to his words regarding film. It was interesting. If what he had observed of other humans was to be applied, Gabriel’s reaction was akin to humor but it was unlike him to refrain from speaking when humor was involved. What stopped him now?

Stranger: Demanding, but Gabriel could live with that. Preferable to dodging around the topic of porn. He shifted where he sat on the crate; shuffling backwards to allow him to sit cross-legged atop it, resting his hands on his knees. “Who are you fighting for?” He asked, after too short a pause. May as well go all in. “When the big showdown starts, when the world starts ending, whose side are you batting for? You can’t want that. Any of that.”

You: Sam’s jaw set at the question but he immediately saw the loop hole. “That was two different questions. I will only answer the first.” He pointed out, his voice a bit harsher than he had meant it to be. “I fight for myself. I always have and I always will.” He replied simply. “Now it is my turn.” He reminded, avoiding the question of the coming battle with nothing by a passing glance. “What have you done to force my brother to grow so fond of Dean?” He demanded flatly, his tone dripping with malice once more. “No lies.” He added after a moment.

Stranger: Gabriel winced when he realised his mistake. Angels. So literal, all the damn time. Still, he could ask it again. And the answer he did get was promising. It wasn’t an outright insistence that he’d fight for Heaven, or God’s grand plan. That was something, right? He exhaled a rough sigh, pushing his hand back through his hair again. “This again?” He asked. “I’m serious. I didn’t do anything. Cas didn’t do anything. No witchcraft or spells or potions or shit. Scout’s honour.” He held up three fingers in a mocking salute. “Is it really that hard to believe that they just like each other? I mean, yes, okay, I get that it’s hard to believe - I wasn’t exactly happy about it at first - but they’re not hurting anyone.”

You: Sam didn’t like the truth he sensed at Gabriel’s words but it /was/ the truth so he allowed his worry for witch craft dropped. “That was another two questions.” He pointed out simply. “However I am feeling generous and will provide you with an answer to both inquiries and in return you will answer two in return.” There was obviously no room to argue as he quickly moved on. “Yes, 'this again’. I must be thorough in my investigation, to eliminate all possibilities. As for your second question, Angels do not have anything remotely similar to human emotions. We feel but not nearly as intensely as you do. Therefore, yes. It is very difficult to believe that Dean has simply 'fallen in love’ with a human, beyond supernatural means.” He explained. “Now, to my questions. "How do you plan to use my brother in your quest against Lucifer and Michael? What is your plans for the battle to come?” He fell silent as he waited for an answer, regarding the man evenly.

You: [[*is hoping you don’t get annoyed with all of Sam’s loop holes… He was technically a law student after all*]]

Stranger: ((Heck no, I love it! Reminds me of fairy deals and stuff <3))

You: [[XD I hadn’t thought about that. lol]]

Stranger: Gabriel purses his lips. That felt cheap, but it was at least technically true. He had to mind his words more carefully, apparently, with this particular angel. He had a feeling he wouldn’t be able to trick him, but he could at least play by the rules of his game. Though the next questions, when they came, were heavier topics. Realer, more dangerous. He considered carefully before responding; “Your brother is an ally. We’ll use whatever help he’s willing to offer.” And that was the truth. It wasn’t as though they were going to make Dean do anything he didn’t want to. They might not see eye to eye on all topics, but Gabriel was not that much of an asshole. This was his choice. “As for our plan… we’re still working on that. The current idea is to put Lucifer back in the box. Don’t know, but like I said. We’re working on it.” He frowned a little. There were a number of different routes he could take with his next question. This could make or break what happened next. “Do you want the world to be destroyed?”

You: Sam’s eyes narrowed as Gabriel continued to speak, each word just seemed to rub him the wrong way. The man implied that he wouldn’t force Dean to do anything he didn’t want to do but when push came to shove, human’s were unpredictable. It didn’t help that it was obvious neither of the Novak’s had any idea what they were doing. They didn’t even have a plan to put Lucifer back in the box! The question made his narrow gaze twitched slightly as if considering it before his brows bounced once and he shrugged. “The world is not the only thing at stake. If Lucifer wins then the Earth and Heaven will be enslaved. If Michael is victorious then Hell will perish and Earth will become a wasteland; while heaven slowly falls from the angel’s destruction at the hands of rebellious humans. What I want does not matter. What I want is to be left alone in peace. The Earth will change after the battle, that is inevitable. Destruction is but only one outcome. Either way it is not my concern. I will survive.” He pointed out with another backwards answer. He was gambling when it came to who would win and his money was on the Novaks… Always the Novaks, despite his distaste for them. “Will you watch my brother die?” He asked as if it were the same as asking about the weather or who would play in the world series.

Stranger: Gabriel struggled to keep his expression passive as Sam explained the potential outcomes for Earth. None of them pretty, nothing appealing. It made him wonder why any of the angels supported it - why any of the demons did. Earth had its flaws, sure, but that didn’t mean it deserved destruction. They couldn’t believe that, could they? And Sam. Did he seriously not care, as long as it saved his own skin? Gabriel didn’t believe that for a second. He set his jaw. “No.” He answered the question with firm certainty. “Not if I have anything to say about it. I don’t sit back and watch my friends die.” Because Dean was a friend, by now. An irritating friend, the kind of friend that showed up at your house, ate the contents of your fridge, and left again - but still a friend. And he dreaded to think what Castiel would do without him, even before any of that.

You: “And yet you are leading him to his destruction.” Sam pointed out simply. “If Dean takes a side, he will die; and even I won’t be able to pull him back. Dean will be lost and you and your brother will be to blame.” He stated simple. “That is what is written and that is how it will be. Unless, you and your brother stop this now. Leave Dean out of this and say yes to Lucifer and Michael. Let the battle wage and be done with it all.” He paused about to pose another question but quickly realized that it was not his turn. “It would me more simple.” He pointed out, rewording his question to a statement. “It would be easiest. My brother’s affection for Dean would wane in time. It would be painful for him but all wounds heal.” He paused, his words still even, simple, with out any real show of emotion. “You claim to care for my brother and yet you are leading him to his death just as you are doomed to lead humanity.”

Stranger: This time, Gabriel did not keep his mask in place. There was only so much a guy could take, after all, and he was reaching his limit with this goddamn apocalypse. He swung his legs off of the crate and rose to his feet. “I am so sick of people telling me what I’m doomed to do.” He snapped. “I’ll do what the hell I want to, okay? Look, your brother made a choice, and that was his decision. His, not ours. He was fighting with us before he fell for Cas, because he’s a good guy who knows bullshit when he sees it.” He was pacing, now; a line up and down opposite the fire. “This planet is fucking ridiculous and incredible and humans are amazing and insane and you wouldn’t possibly know any of that because you’ve been here forty two times in your entire damn existence-“ He had to stop to breathe, and god, he was working himself up to desperation. He had to grit his teeth, had to calm himself. “I’m not forcing Dean to do anything. Nor is Cas. And honestly, I think you know that.”

Stranger: ((Hey, I think I’m gonna get to sleep, because I’m struggling to keep my eyes open! Are you okay to continue this via email?))

You: [[Absolutely. Want me to send the log and my reply?]]

Stranger: ((Yes please! Thank you xx))

You: [[np ;3]]

Stranger: ((I’ll let you dc so we don’t do it at the same time, haha!))

You: [[lol kk. g'night]]

You have disconnected.

Sam watched him evenly as he stood, his emotions finally getting the best of him. He was impressed to say the least, as he watched the man begin to pace angrily. Most of the beings that spoke with Sam lost their temper far before this and that wasn’t even including humans. Still… the way the man’s nostrils flared and his hands seemed to fly about like he was shooing away a horde of bees was almost… adorable. The angel was careful to keep his features schooled as his hazel gaze moved with the human, letting him have his moment.

He shifted to lean back on his hands, stretch out to take up the entirety of the circle as he waited for an opening. Gabriel of course went on and on as he had expected to before finally he stopped. “I agree completely.” Sam said evenly as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. He gave no more and no less than that at Gabriel’s rant. “It is also still your turn to ask a question.” He pointed out with a tilt of his head, amusement flashing behind the honey of his gaze. He was careful with his features but there were always tells and Gabriel was so fun to play with at the moment.

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