#cause like kid would get worn down eventually if claw wanted him that bad

[mieltelecheycrema]

Just got an idea for an ageswap kinda sorta au hold on

[arrowflier]

do you write AUs?

because i wish you'd write a fic with magic 👀 either with both or only one of them having magic ❤️

Oh, dear sweet anon. You'd never guess it from what I've been posting, but AUs are my bread and butter, and fantasy my genre of choice. I just don't do as much of it because I care more about getting it right, and it's so much harder to convey in short glimpses.

So thank you for this, and here goes nothing!  Might not be the type of magic you were thinking, but it’s where my brain ended up.

Milkovich Magic

When he's just a little boy, Mickey Milkovich is the chattiest kid on the street. He stands out front of their rundown house and waves at people passing by, tells them stories, wishes for them good things. His father hates it, but his mother thinks it's lovely. She sits next to Mickey in a broken lawn chair, taking turns smiling at her son and at the strangers and neighbors passing by, waving Terry away when he comes too close to interfering.

But she never says a word herself, unless it's to Mickey.

Until one day, when Mickey sees a family walking down the street, and waves frantically at two boys around his age, one with fuzzy brown curls, one with bright red locks. The bright boy turns toward him and smiles, and Mickey feels something shift inside himself.

"Momma," he calls back toward the house. "Did you see?"

"See what, Mikhailo?" she responds, voice oddly cautious in a way that Mickey has long since become accustomed to.

"That boy," he tells her, feeling light and happy. "He's going to be my friend."

The air shifts as the words leave his mouth, seeming to swirl around him. He shivers as it strokes against his skin, leaving a line of goosebumps in its wake, and takes a shaky breath, thinking of the boy's shy smile.

"Mikhailo, no!" his mother cries, stumbling from her seat to fall on her knees at his feet, clutching his arms with claw-like fingers. He snaps out of his thoughts and stares down at her, terrified, as the feeling leaves him.

His terror grows when his father slams open the front door and yells, "What did the boy do now?"

His mother's eyes are wide and scared on his face, but her voice is calm and firm when she answers.

"Mikhailo has done nothing," she states simply, and his skin begins to tingle again. "You noticed nothing," she adds, and Mickey watches as his father shakes his head and wanders back inside without so much as a backwards glance.  Then the air is still again.

"Come, Mikhailo," his mother says next, "that's enough for today." And he follows her up the broken steps and into their home, mind whirring, trying to make sense of what happened.

“Words have power, little one,” his mother whispers to him later that night, as they sip hot chocolate in the kitchen after Terry goes to bed. The air smells of milk and burned sugar and his mother’s perfume, and her voice wraps around him like a hug, pressing her words into his skin.

“We have to be careful,” she speaks quietly. Her hand is still warm with the heat from her mug when she brushes his hair from his face, lets her palm rest on his cheek. “When the things you say become the truth, you have to choose your words wisely.”

“Like when I say you’re pretty?” Mickey asks with childish innocence, and his mother laughs, a soft tinkling sound like windchimes in the rain.

“Not quite,” she tells him with a gentle smile. “It takes intent, too.”

“Intent,” he repeats dutifully, then asks, “what’s that?”

His mother’s voice drops even further, serious and firm. “It’s the desire to make change, Mikhailo,” she says, “and it’s dangerous. You never know what path that change might take.” She sounds sad, like she does whenever his father comes home, loud and stumbling when he shoves through the door in the middle of the night. Mickey doesn’t like it.

And he doesn’t understand, either. He’s too young. Too new to the world to see how change could be a bad thing. So he agrees, like a good son does, and doesn’t argue when his mother presses a kiss to his head and sends him off to sleep in a haze of lavender and chocolate.

A few months later, when he hears his father yelling from the next room, hears the crash as his mother hits the floor for the third time that week, he dares to speak aloud the words struggling to escape his heart, despite her warnings.

“Mama is safe,” he whispers to himself in the darkness of the room he shares with his baby sister, who’s curled up against his side, face still wet with the tears that sent her into sleep. “No one can hurt her anymore.”

He knows he got it right when he can feel the wish leave him, a heavy weight lifting from his chest as his desires take form. He can feel the air, heavy with intent, as it brushes over his skin, as it moves like a summer breeze through the open window above his head, bypassing the locked bedroom door. He’s suddenly more tired than he thinks he’s ever been when it’s gone, and he falls into the most peaceful sleep he’s had in years, comforted by the knowledge that he had put change into the world.

The next morning, he wakes to his sister sobbing and pushing loose fists into his chest as she tells him that their mother is dead.

After that, he stops talking so much.

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When Mickey is eight years old, he's the quietest boy in class. He gets a reputation as a troublemaker, refusing to answer questions or make friends, no matter the effort that others put in.

Eventually, they stop trying, and he's glad.

Until a new boy shows up, and almost ruins everything.

His name is Ian Gallagher, and the first thing Mickey notices as he walks into the room for the very first time, a worn backpack hanging from his skinny shoulder, is his hair.

It's bright red.

And Mickey remembers the day he learned what he was, the day he started down the path that killed his mother, the day that he declared to the world that the redheaded boy would be his and the world started to listen.

He wanted nothing to do with him.

So of course, Gallagher sat right behind him, and tapped on his shoulder, and asked him for a pencil. And try as he might, Mickey could not muster the intent to make him leave.

It probably wouldn't have mattered if he did, he thought. The damage had been done years ago.

But he does manage to speak. And he hears his own voice for the first time in ages outside the confines of the bedroom he still shares with Mandy. It's rough with disuse, lending an edge to his words that never used to be there.

"Ask me again, I'll stab you with it," he threatens, then stops, eyes blown wide and fearful by his own statement. But the rush of air never comes, nor that strange tingle, and all he can feel is the tickle of sweat sliding down the back of his neck.

He's so relieved he could cry.

"Are you ok?" the Gallagher boy asks, and Mickey tries to snarl, to make him back away.

"Shut up," he orders. And then he spins back around in his seat to hide his grin.

Because he can talk, after all, without causing terrible things. The trick, he knows now, is just not to mean it.

---

When Mickey is fifteen, he's loud and brash. He throws words around like they're meaningless, because to him, they are.

They have to be.

And it's working out fine, really. As long as he swallows down his feelings, keeps them locked up tight in his chest, it doesn't matter what words leave his lips.

Until, one day after school, he finally loses control.

And of course, it's because of Ian fucking Gallagher.

Because Ian keeps trying to be Mickey's friend, and Mickey knows it isn't real. He knows what he did. So when Ian joins his little league team in 4th grade, Mickey gets himself thrown out. And when Ian tries to partner with him for the 6th grade science fair, Mickey gets himself suspended instead. Every year is a new attempt, and every year, Mickey manages to shut it down.

He's ready to do it again on the first day of their sophomore year, when Ian calls his name outside the old brick school building.

"Hey, Mickey!" he tries, waving gangly arms to catch his attention. "Mickey, over here!"

Mickey studiously ignores him, like always, until he hears the smack of books hitting the ground.

"Whatcha callin' him for, eh?" comes a voice Mickey recognizes as one of his cousins. There's another rough sound, and a curse as Ian himself is pushed to the ground. Mickey's cousin laughs.

"What a pussy," he snickers. When Mickey turns around, his cousin waves him over with a wicked grin. "Ey, Mick, you know this guy?" he asks, not waiting for an answer before he nudges Ian in the side with a dirty boot. "He keeps callin' for ya, think he's got a crush or somethin'."

Ian's face is red, and his jaw is clenched, but he looks away when Mickey catches his eyes. He looks embarrassed, and maybe sad, and before Mickey knows what he's doing, he speaks from the place he always keeps under lock and key.

"You're gonna leave him alone," he rumbles, a breeze picking up behind him. "You're never gonna touch him again." A few leaves flutter at his feet as his intention builds. His cousin doesn't notice, but Ian does, and Mickey finds himself staring into emerald green eyes as he says, "You noticed nothing," just like his mother did all those years ago, and lets the words go.

His cousin blinks at him, suddenly lost, then down at Ian. "The fuck are you doing down there man?" he asks, and almost offers a hand before awkwardly pulling it back. "Eh, whatever," he mutters, and stumbles off to join the line for the bus.

"What was that?" Ian asks breathlessly, and Mickey shrugs, thumbing his nose. Inside, he's horrified by his slip, but all he says is, "nothing."

And scared or not of how it felt, that rush of cool air tingling against his skin as he spoke, he can't deny it felt good.

It feels even better when Ian smiles.

---

When Mickey is seventeen, he has a friend, and he thinks he might have to stop talking again.

Ian is around all the time, now. They sit together at school, and hang out at the Gallagher house on weekends. They go to movies, and baseball games, and tell each other everything.

Well, almost everything.

And deep down, Mickey knows what this is. He told the world that Ian would be his friend, and so he is. It's nothing more than that.

But when Ian starts talking about the guy he's seeing, starts blowing Mickey off to spend time with him instead, it still makes Mickey's heart hurt.

Somewhere along the line, between avoiding Ian and letting his life revolve around him, Mickey had started wanting more.

It's in those moments, sitting on the sofa with their thighs pressed together, the strawberry scent of Ian's shampoo lingering in the air around them as he waxes poetic about the restaurant his boyfriend took him to, when Mickey fights himself the most.

It would be so easy, he knows. So easy to open his mouth and let the words out. Ian, he could say, you love me. You want me. Leave him, Ian. Be with me instead.

He doesn't. He wouldn't. But he could, and knowing that kills him.

Instead, he starts pulling back. Cancels plans before Ian can. It hurts, but he does it, because Ian deserves to be free from the wish Mickey made when he was a child.

Ian notices, of course he does. He ignores it, mostly, until the night Mickey opens the door to find him standing there, sweaty and scowling.

"Why are you doing this?" he asks Mickey immediately. "Why are you shutting me out?"

Mickey swallows. "Don't know what you're talkin about," he lies, wishing desperately that it were true. He feels a zing of power go through him, but there's no escape for it; his words don't work on himself.

"Bullshit," Ian accuses, stepping over the threshold to bring them chest to chest. "Just tell me, Mick," he urges. "You know you can tell me anything."

"I can't," Mickey offers breathlessly. "I really can't, Ian."

It doesn't deter him; if anything, it makes him angrier. "What's gonna happen if you do, huh?" he challenges, shoving Mickey back until he hits the wall.

And Mickey can't take it anymore.

"I don't know!" he shouts, tearing at his hair. "I don't fucking know, Ian, ok? I've been trying not to say it for so long, I don't know what will happen if I do!"

It takes the wind out of Ian's sails; he visibly deflates. His eyes turn soft, instead of angry, and there's a quiver in his voice when he asks again. "Tell me what, Mickey?" he whispers.

Mickey won't say the words. Instead, he surges toward Ian and presses their mouths together in a rough, clumsy kiss.

It lasts only a moment before Ian pulls away, and Mickey tries not to die inside.  Forces himself not to fix it.  But a second later, there's a beaming grin on Ian's bruised lips, and he's saying, "is that all it was?" and leaning in again.

---

When Mickey is nineteen, he has a boyfriend, and he says what's in his heart.

They’re alone in the Gallagher house, a rare enough occurrence already, and they’re tangled together in Ian’s tiny single bed.  “Ian,” he whispers when they part for breath.  “Ian,” he moans as that mouth trails down his neck and behind his ear, pressing kisses in its wake.  “Ian,” he cries out as he clenches fingers in bright red hair, holding on for dear life as they rock together.

“Fuck, I love you Mick,” Ian murmurs against his heated skin, and Mickey stops still.

It takes a minute for Ian to catch on, another for him to pull back, eyes questioning and nervous.  “Is that okay?” he asks in a hushed voice.

Mickey licks his lips, and tries the words out himself, like a dare.  “You love me,” he whispers, eyes locked on Ian’s own.  

Nothing happens.

There’s no shift in the air around them, no new goosebumps beyond the ones Ian caused himself.  There’s no weight in Mickey’s chest trying to get out.

There’s just Ian.

Ian, with his copper hair shining in the light from the window.  Ian, surrounding him in the scent of strawberrie shampoo and sweat and cheap cologne from the corner store that he only wore when they were together.  Ian, who was watching hi, waiting, biting his red bottom lip and trying not to move.

Mickey laughs, and pulls him closer, kissing him again, feeling Ian smile with relief against his lips.  “You fucking love me,” he repeats, just because he can.  The words can’t change something that’s already true.  “I fucking love you too,” Mickey says.  

And he does.

[mymoonagedaydream]

Lullaby

Summary: You’d learned to live with your nightmares, never expecting to find any kind of remedy

Pairing: Bucky x y/n

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Language, mentions of parent death

Author's Note: Back on it, ploughing through some lovely requests :)

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You couldn’t believe it when you got the call.

Tony Stark had chosen you to be his new secretary, effective immediately.

Your flight to New York left the same day, but that wasn’t no issue at all, because you had very few belongings to pack and ever fewer goodbyes to say. No heartache or sentimentality, it was finally time to get away from your past and everything that reminded you of it.

Even though America was huge and bright and terrifying, it felt like your promised land, and you were eager to absorb every last drop of its mystifying beauty. You could barely stop yourself excitedly fidgeting in your plane seat.

Unfortunately, you’d greatly overestimated your capacity for adapting to sudden change. Your first day of work was really overwhelming.

You spent the entire morning just trying to familiarise yourself with the insanely complicated computer system, and a great deal of the afternoon doing the same, only getting a “break” during the hour or so you spent sitting in Tony’s meeting with Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes.

They were all huge, incredibly intelligent and intimidatingly attractive- you’d really been thrown right in at the deep end.

Steve and Sam didn’t take much notice of you, giving polite smiles when they arrived but nothing more than that. You figured that, with this workload, Stark probably cycled through a new secretary every couple of months, so they’d have no real reason to learn your name or engage you in conversation.

Bucky, on the other hand, seemed a little intrigued. You felt his gaze land on you a few times, but whenever you mustered the courage to look back, his eyes immediately flicked away.

It was unbelievably difficult to focus on note-taking whilst being repeatedly studied by this statuesque, mountain of a man.

It was also unbelievably difficult to shake him from your mind even after the meeting had ended. When you finally finished for the day, you were completely exhausted and ready to just collapse.

Thankfully, your bed was only an elevator ride away.

Stark had given you a bedroom in the compound while you were looking for an apartment in the city. You told him you were struggling to find a place you liked but, truthfully, there was no way you could afford a deposit until you got your first pay check through.

You whiled away the evening hours watching some crappy shows and reading, eventually bumbling through your night-time routine and slipping into bed, hoping so much that tomorrow would be just a little easier.  

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A long, dark hallway stretched out before you. No doors, no windows, no turns, no end.

The soft padding of your bare feet against the ground echoed off the walls as your legs involuntarily marched into the darkness before you.

You focused more intently on the sound. It began to split, a distinct new set of footsteps detaching themselves and moving out of time with yours.

A cold wave of dread trickled down your spine. There was something behind you.

You couldn’t stop, couldn’t run, couldn’t turn. All you could do was carry on walking, forced to helplessly listen to the increasingly fast approach of your pursuer.

Hot, heavy breath brushed against the back of your neck. A set of long, dark claws crept their way into the corner of your vision, twitching manically, before clamping down on your shoulder.

‘Y/n!’

You bolted upright, eyes shooting open as you tried to gulp in deep breaths, heart thumping inside your chest like a jackhammer. Still struggling to separate the residual fragments of your nightmare from reality, you instinctively jerked away the hand firmly gripping your shoulder.

Bucky took the hint and stepped back from your bedside. ‘Are you alright?’

‘Jesus.’ You roughly wiped some of the cold moisture from your forehead. ‘Why the fuck are you in my room?’

‘I’m really sorry, I know this is weird but I heard you freaking out in here and I just wanted to make sure you were alright.’

Your gaze flicked towards him, the intense concern in his face confusing you a little.

He didn’t know you at all, why did he care?

You took a few deep breaths and collected your thoughts. Maybe cursing him out like that was a little harsh, he was just trying to help. Besides, if there was any face you wanted to shake you out of a nightmare, it was definitely that one.

‘I’m okay, thank you.’ You swung your legs over the side of the bed, perching yourself right on the edge as you shot him a faint smile. ‘I appreciate you checking up on me.’

‘Anytime.’

He lingered for a few seconds, rubbing his thighs nervously, before giving you a quick nod and heading back towards the corridor. Just as he reached your doorway, he paused, quickly spinning back around.

‘I’ll be in the living room for a while. Y’know, if you struggle to get back to sleep.’

You felt your smile grow into a wide, bashful grin as you watched him disappear down the hall. Your usual post-nightmare routine consisted of splashing cold water on your face and crying for an hour, so hanging out with Bucky was immeasurably preferable.

You debated how long you should wait before joining him, not wanting to miss an opportunity to get to know him better but also worried about coming across overly keen.

Ten minutes seemed reasonable.

Slipping on a sweater, you tiptoed past the other bedrooms on the corridor, hoping to god you wouldn’t wake any of the others and accidentally make a bunch of powerful enemies before you’d even spent your first night here.

Bucky was slouched on the sofa, watching TV with the volume so low that, at first, you thought it was muted. An open but untouched bottle of beer was standing on the table in front of him.

‘D’you have super hearing or something?’

His head snapped towards you, the corners of his mouth curling into a pleasantly surprised smile.

‘Something like that, yeah.’ He patted the seat next to him as he clicked the screen off. ‘There’s never anything worth watching on at this time anyway.’

‘You make it sound like you’re always awake at 4am.’

‘Mhmm. It’s nice to finally have some company.’

Chuckling weakly, you planted yourself next to him, as close as you could without invading his personal space. As soon as you were settled in, you felt him shift towards you.

‘You get nightmares often?’

‘Most nights since I was a kid.’ His mouth fell open slightly. ‘It sucks, but I’ve learned to live with it. They’re not nearly as bad as they used to be.’

‘Really? You were thrashing around like a fish out of water.’

Your face heated up a little when you noticed his playful smirk. ‘Trust me, that’s nothing. When I was eight I dislocated my aunt’s shoulder. Didn’t even wake up when she screamed.’

‘Jesus. You could’a warned me that I was risking my life earlier.’

‘Yeah, sorry. It’s just that, usually, people wait a few days after first meeting me before they come into my room while I’m asleep.’

He cocked a mischievous eyebrow at your teasing. ‘I’ll knock next time.’

‘Good plan.’

You pressed your hand to your mouth to stifle a deep yawn, feeling incredibly drowsy all of a sudden, like you could drift off right there on the couch. The adrenaline from your nightmare must’ve finally worn off, it just never usually happened so quickly.

‘You good?’ Bucky obviously noticed your abrupt decline. ‘You can rest on my shoulder, if you want. Not as comfy as a bed but I can give you a hard shake if you start freaking out again.’

‘Thanks, I’ll try my best not to.’

You didn’t want to intrude too far, so you just leaned over and perched your head on the very edge of his shoulder. Without missing a beat, he shifted himself towards you, causing your head to slide neatly into the crook of his neck.

‘Did they start for a reason?’ You didn’t answer right away, needing a second to figure out how best to word it. ‘It’s alright if you don’t want to talk about it.’

‘No, I don’t mind. They pretty much started right after my parents died. They probably would’ve just stopped on their own after a while if I hadn’t had to move in with my aunt and uncle, pair of fucking assholes.’

He let a low chuckle escape his lips, sliding an arm around your shoulder and squeezing them lightly. ‘Well in that case I hope you did much more than dislocate her arm.’

‘I wish.’

You yawned again, unconsciously nestling your head further into Bucky’s neck and your body into his side, the soft motion of his hand stroking over your shoulder just making you all the more drowsy.

‘It’s alright, you can go to sleep.’ His soft, low voice was like a lullaby. ‘I’m not going anywhere.’ 

As your eyes fluttered closed, you felt your breathing fall in time with his, and you slowly drifted off into the most peaceful sleep you’d had in years.

---

It was a little embarrassing when Steve came across the two of you in the morning, fast asleep on the couch, tangled together like electrical wires. Bucky explained the situation, but Steve didn’t look too convinced by his tale of nightmares and innocent chat.

Even Tony gave you a knowing look as he walked past your desk.

This wasn’t exactly the reputation you’d hoped to build in your first week, but nothing that could’ve shaken your good mood that day. Every time you thought about the night before you couldn’t help grinning to yourself like an idiot.

You even felt more optimistic about your future in the job, everything just seemed so much more straightforward and intuitive.

It was incredible what a difference some good, deep sleep made.

As you were getting ready for bed that night, your heart jumped at the sound of a soft knock against your bedroom door. You inched it open to see Bucky, looking a little nervous, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his sweatpants.

‘Hey, I uh- I was just wondering-’ He paused for a second, narrowing his eyes at you slightly before chuckling and taking a step back. ‘Never mind, it was stupid.’

‘Go on. I promise I won’t laugh.’

You waited as he took a deep breath and steeled himself. ‘Well, I don’t know about you, but I slept better on that couch than I have in years. So I thought-’

‘Do you want to come in?’

You were a little surprised at how easily that’d fallen out of your mouth, and he looked pretty shocked too. ‘You sure?’

‘As long as you’re still willing to give me a cold, hard slap when necessary.’

He chuckled, nodding firmly. ‘I can definitely do that.’

You stepped aside and let him pass, quickly ducking your head into the corridor to check for witnesses before softly pushing your door closed.

After that night, you and Bucky fell into a routine of sneaking between bedrooms after everyone else had gone to sleep.

It was inexplicable, but the two of you just seemed to sleep so much better in each other's company. At first, Bucky had to wake you up and calm you down a couple times a night, but it really wasn’t long before you started sleeping through the night.

Between having him in your life, having your dream job and having the brand new feeling of being consistently well-rested, everything in your life finally felt like it was falling into place.

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[aerialcedrick]

PINTEREST | MUSINGS | INTRO | TASKS

[ DA’VINCHI, HE/HIM, CIS MAN ]  —  [ CEDRICK CHANDLER ]  is a grandchild of  [ HERMES & EROS ]  with the power of  [ ENHANCED SPEED & WING MANIFESTATION ] .  they were born in  [ 1998 ]  and have been in nemean lion since  [ 2016 ] .  with the change, they [ ARE TRAINING IN ]  the  [ HERO ]  role which makes sense since they’re usually  [ LIFTING WEIGHTS OR TEACHING YOUNGER NEMEAN LION KIDS SPORTS ] .  if you’d like to meet them try the  [ SUN ]  building .  

GENERAL

Full Name: Cedrick Chandler  Nickname(s): Ricki  Age: 23  Date of Birth: December 13, 1998  Hometown: Baltimore, Maryland

FAMILY

Parents: Jenelle Chandler (mother) & Leroy Chandler Sr. (father, non-biological), Hermes (grandparent) Eros (grandparent) Sibling(s): Leroy “Roy/Junior” Chandler Jr. 16, Zeke “Zee” Chandler 9 (younger brothers, non-demigods)  Pet(s): Female Doberman Pinscher named Kahlúa    Family’s Financial Status: Middle Class

BIOGRAPHY

Ricki’s parents had him young. Jenelle, a child of Hermes, had chosen to live a life separate from her godly relatives. She had the power of omnilingualism and was studying foreign policy in undergrad, keeping the secrets of her skills to herself. College is the time for experimenting, and a threesome with a child of Eros left Jenelle and Leroy with a baby they didn’t know what to do with. Jenelle took a leave of absence from school to carry but never returned and Leroy finished his degree. The couple tried to look at Ricki’s conception as an act of love, something they both took part in, and decided against a paternity test in favor of raising him as their own. 

Ricki was 6 by the time Junior was born and wasn’t showing any signs of being a demigod. His speed felt like a gift and they put him in sports young, having played little league, soccer, and eventually running track in high school. Jenelle had a feeling he’d inherited his speed from her lineage, but never put that pressure on Ricki. Ricki was always a popular, likable guy and is incredibly close to his father. He loves kids and would do anything for his little brothers. He was a gifted athlete and though the Chandlers knew his skills were likely genetic, from Hermes, they chose to keep their kids out of the know.

Junior year of high school was when his wings were discovered. An uncontrollable itching in his back made him claw and scrape at his skin, unaware what the issue was. A few x-rays showed wings growing under his skin. That’s when his parents looked at each other and realized the truth: Ricki was not Leroy’s son. 

It took Ricki a long time to process this but he tried not to be distant, instead spending more time at the gym and hanging out with friends as a distraction. He started cutting class and lingering at the mall with the wrong crowd, even started stealing and getting into trouble. The day his parents told him they were sending him to NL he almost caused a riot. He’d worked hard, and having to admit that work wasn’t his own felt stolen. If it was up to him, he’d ignore the stretch in his back as long as he could.

When he got to NL he finally began embracing his powers out of a need to make an impression and show off. He liked being fast and knew with the right training from the right people he could be faster, better. Something about becoming a hero made him feel strong and important and special and he liked that. He got closer to Hermes, but still struggled to get close to Eros, and didn’t make any immediate efforts to work with his wings.

The growing pains got so bad that half way into coming to Nemean Lion Ricki started taking pain killers to help with the pain, but they made him distant and spacey. He didn’t take them long enough to form any strong reliance, and is going into this year trying to embrace his wings and learn to control them. He hopes to ask to shadow Levi, finally ready to take charge of his power. He wants to be proud, to learn how to soar. Also, he kinda can’t graduate from the hero track until he does.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Face Claim: Da’Vinchi  Height: 6 ft 3 in  Style/Aesthetic: Athletic, track jackets, varsity jacket, jeans, basketball shorts, cleans up nice and always has his chain on. Has his ears pieced and one either has a silver hoop, little diamond, or hanging cross. Always has a fresh fade and always clean shaven.  Extras: Ricki is a HUGE sneaker head, the type to stand in line early when a special pair drops, and has a section in his room where some never worn sneakers are on display. He buys really expensive running shoes and has a few custom pairs he wears on special occasions. He’s serious about his kicks. Also he gets manicures with a clear coat so his nails are always on point/clean and he’s best friends with his manicure lady.

PERSONALITY

Positive Traits: charming, outgoing, approachable, compassionate, understanding, hardworking, optimistic, fair-minded, honest, spontaneous Negative Traits: inconsistent, reckless, overly confident, occasional bursts of anger, forgetful    Hobbies: Collecting sneakers, playing sports, he’s a bit of a show off, going to the gym, hanging out/needs to be around people  Habits: forgetful/will sometimes agree to double plans, has a hard time not moving and has a LOT of energy so if he’s still too long you’ll catch him bouncing his leg or pacing. Has issues with focusing for too long and has a short attention span. Over exerts himself.

EXTRA

Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius  Temperament: Sanguine. Sanguines tend to be more extroverted and enjoy being part of a crowd; they find that being social, outgoing, and charismatic is easy to accomplish. Individuals with this personality have a hard time doing nothing and engage in more risk seeking behavior.  Moral Alignment: Neutral Good

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

Hometown friends/family friends 

Best friends/Good friends met at NL. Ricki is really social and definitely rolls with a few crews

A ride-or-die. I imagine Ricki has a lot of friends and is friends with almost everyone because he’ll go up and talk to anyone but he needs at least one day 1. I imagine Ricki has a close main crew that has a group chat and acts up together and would love to get a few chars together (4 or 5) to make that friend group dynamic a thing. Bonus: giant text threads hehe

Someone he’s super protective over, he would pull up in a second.

Additionally, someone who is super protective of him.

Others on the hero track he can train with.

A few enemies. I imagine some people think he’s annoying or a bit of a show off, he’s that kid that’s good at most things. Past friends who are current frenemies! Some friendly or unfriendly competition. Ricki doesn’t always feel the need to prove himself but unfortunately he never backs down from a challenge because he’s not a little bitch so he WILL agree to stupid dangerous shit.

People that were close to him when he was taking a lot of painkillers and would recognize a similar shift in his behavior.

Romances. Past flings or partners, someone who has a crush on him, someone he has a crush on, give me all of it! An almost-something-now-nothing. A friend who wants to use him to make someone else jealous but he’s in on it. Your char is his friend and he doesn’t like their partner/he’s your partners friend but your char doesn’t like him! Past lovers to friends, past lovers to enemies (bad breakup, now it’s all attitude). FWB. ALL OF IT. Ricki isn’t necessarily a player but he’s not that committal. He’s the type that comes off as boyfriend material but then forgets to text back and skips dates to train and then wanna act confused when you’re mad. Then he go and buy you ice cream and flash you his smile and you let him inside anyway.

Roommates/apartment mates in the sun building! 

Anything and everything!! Ricki is super versatile.

[thatisonecrappyapple]

Cats and Dogs

James (Logan) Howlett AKA Wolverine / Original Character

Summary: A young mutant girl runs away from a bad situation and finds solace in a passing stranger. 

A/N: Okay so this piece is very old and hella embarrassing. This is probably quite obvious but I wrote this when I just started watching anime regularly, so you know, when I was going through my obsessive phase. Hence the cat ears. I thought I’d post this one just because it’s one of the few shorts I actually finished. Also I have no idea why I decided to call this cats and dogs but I’m not going to judge past me anymore than I already have. Hope this gets some laughs?

The January air was crisp and violent, its strength enough to cause the young girl to sway with it. A light dusting of pearly snow crunching beneath her worn sneakers, a stumble every now and again. This was not how she had foresaw her future; sad, freezing, and alone with only the two thin layers of her peach pyjamas and her white sweatpants struggling against the harsh winter weather. It hurt to inhale through both her nose and mouth at this point, her cheeks an angry red and her fingertips practically numb. She had them curled lazily into her small chest. A habit she had developed over the years as an attempt to keep her nails from others and herself, even if unneeded. She was hurting, in more ways than one and rapidly losing hope. Minutes continued to pass and finally the familiar sound of tires on road reached her covered ears. Looking over her slim shoulder her brown gaze widened at the white truck slowing toward her. She wasn’t used to not hearing vehicles before she saw them, the girl guessed it was because of her grey toque and her worsening state. Weakly moving her long shaggy brown hair away from her face she watched wearily as the man in said truck looked at her. He motioned for her to open the door to the passengers side with a stern expression, she eventually did but with a noticeable fear taking over. Plopping down onto the dark seat and slamming the door shut with a pathetic force, she sighed at the warmth that followed. The young teenager jumped at the sound of the large burly man moving, he reached to grab a thick coat and handed it to the girl.

“Jesus kid, how long you been out there?” His voice was deep, gruff and only caused her anxieties toward this strange man to grow. 

“A-awhile,” the man noted how frail her whispered answer had sounded. It was his turn to watch her, albeit curiously, as she slowly covered herself with the warm material like a blanket. Once she had finished a silence fell over the pair. He was very aware of how terrified the teenager was, and he was at a bit of a loss on how to comfort the stranger. 

“So, where yuh headed?” 

“Dunn-no,” she reluctantly turned to face the person beside her. Big eyes stared into smaller ones, “Wh-where are you going? If-f you don’t mind me as-asking?” 

Looking back at the bright white road, he placed his rough palms back on the steering wheel and started his journey once again, “New York.” Another silence washed over them though this time with less of a tense. The man had so many questions but chose to tread carefully, “what brought you to the side of the road, hm?” 

Sinking into the warming seat further she answered with little confidence, “my parents arh-aren’t too fond of meh-e anymore.” 

“Any specific reason?”

“They just aren-aren’t the best of people.” 

Having been who he is for far too long, he had a guess or two as to what this young girl was obviously not telling him. That in mind as well as her still prominent fear, his right hand let go of the wheel. He presented his larger hand with his knuckles facing her questioning gaze, and with little thought three shining claws pushed to the surface. And just like that they were gone and his hand was back on the wheel. He was expecting something, a gasp, an awe even, but he was greeted with silence once again. Glancing at his passenger he quickly realised that maybe that wasn’t the smartest course of action. She was scared. Maybe he thought wrong? Was she not a mutant?

“Sorry ‘bout that. Just wanted to show you that you don’t have to be scared to tell me anything. I don’t want to hurt you.” 

“You-you’re a mutant?”

“Yeah, are you?”

For a good few seconds he really thought he screwed this up, but finally, after a minute or two, he heard rustling. Glancing at the girl and back in front of him several times, he watched as she moved her thin hands to her head and removed her toque. He was greeted with feline-like ears, the same colour as her hair, minus the white inside. 

“Yes,” he noted the lack of stutter and raised a brow once he saw her move her hands far away from her face. Her nails very slightly seemed to grow, yet they had definitely sharpened, “I had a stupid night terror so I got s-sloppy. They ran in and saw for the first time. They weren’t too happy.” Her last sentence was much quieter. If not for his enhanced hearing he wouldn’t have been able to hear it. She placed her now warm hands on top of his large coat and he watched as her claws changed back to her more human ones.  

“How long’ave they been developed now?”

“Since I was about six. I’m thirteen now.”

His eyes widened at that, “damn.” 

“My parents were alw-ays very bus-sy and when they got home they would just go straight to bed. We never really saw each other mu-ch.” 

“What’s your name, kid?”

“Robin, yours?”

“Logan.”

“It’s very nice to meet you Logan. Thank you for letting me in your truck.” 

A genuine smile overtook her features, an infectious smile, “don’t mention it. Now tell me, have you heard of Charles Xavier?” 

“I haven’t.”

“Well, the guy runs a school for mutants. Happens to be in New York too,” Logan’s gaze slightly sparkled when he noticed Robin’s delighted surprise. 

“A whole school? But I don’t even have a place to stay in New York, how would I get accepted into a school?”

“All you need to get in is a mutation, and you would live there with other students.” 

“Can you take me there?” As they had been talking he took note of how her volume was getting slightly louder and her words more rushed as she continued. Now she was finally speaking at a normal level and her nervous stutter was long vanished. 

“Kid, you didn’t even have to ask.” 

[grotesquegabby]

Three little wolves

@post-itpenny I didn’t know if you were requesting something for Magpie with an Elder or both of them separately. So I did them separate. There are also mentions of an elder or two of yours in here.

This is a story about The Mad One and his two children and how he gained...a third child~

whom we all know and love dearly~

He was not around when it happened. As he was tending to the needs of his own. The two mischievous little ones he had created.

But news traveled fast to his domain. Little whispers among the mushpeople, picked up along the breeze and carried to his ear. Nothing ever went unnoticed or unknown to him. How this information got to his domain it’s unknown only to him. The Mad One worked in mysterious ways. With just a look the two little ones knew and hurried over to their father. Climbing up his long legs and onto his back, holding on tightly so as not to fall. With a giggle The Mad One set off to their next destination.

It didn’t take long for the three of them to get to the domain of Adeline. This is where a new patient was being taken care of as of recently. The Mad One stopped to let the two little ones climb down. They did so and ran ahead of the tall man. As he didn’t need to run as a few steps and he was already bending down and knocking upon the other Elders door.

Angry screams could be heard coming from inside, and got louder as the door opened. Adeline seemed a bit surprised to see him and the two children. “oh hello!” She looked down at the two little ones, “Do you two mind playing outside for a bit while I borrow your father” The twins nodded and hurried off with a giggle. Adeline beckoned The Mad One in hurriedly, “You have more arms than me, you can help with..”

“The boy~”  he replied looking in the direction of the angry screams. The sound of things being broken and slammed could be heard in the mix.

“Yes, he’s having another fit. I don’t want him hurting himself more than he already is. Are you alright with this?” she asked as she hurried down the halls. The Mad One still bent down so as not to hit his head basically crawling on the floor giggling, “of course~” The further into the home they moved the louder it got. It seemed to rattle the other patients within as well. Adeline took a deep breath and slowly opened the door. The Mad One poked his head in and Adeline heard a crashing sound. Glass shattering as it flew into The Mad Ones face. She gasped, “Are you alright?!” As he slipped his head out the room giggling some more, “yes, yes, quite alright. This is him then? The Shadows kid~” “Yes this is him. His name is Alex. He...wait, what are you doing?” Adeline said a bit startled. “Stay here~” she felt the Mad One place her a little farther from the door as he slipped in through the crack and shut it. The room was quite large and the Mad One felt he could finally stand.

In the middle of the room stood a very angry little beast. Teeth bared, red faced, and little balled up fists.

“Well hello there Alex~” The Mad One lifted a hand up to grab his hat and remove it. In the process removing his head, “How do you do?~”

Alex was unfazed and growled, “GO AWAY!”

“My my my~ such a temper” The Mad Ones smile stayed put. He placed his head back onto his neck. “Seems you are giving Adie a hard time dear boy.” He took a step forward only causing Alex to growl again. “Stay back or I’ll eat you!”

The Mad One stopped and wheezed a bit, “eat me..?” He bit his lip trying not to laugh but could not help himself. The Mad One let out a roacous laughter. Alex didn’t like that and picked up the nearest object and threw it, “FUCK YOU!!”

The Mad One dodged it quickly and grinned, “Oooh naughty naughty, I know what that means! huehue quite the arm you got there too. You know you are going to tire yourself out eventually, why not just relax~. Let Adie heal you, she’s only trying to help.”

Alex growled at him and crawled away and quickly made his way up the wall and to the ceiling. The Mad One watched thoroughly impressed, “oh come now, if you behave she’ll give you a cookie. You know like grannys do.”

Alex hurried along the ceiling and lept onto the Mad Ones Face clawing and biting.

“Now now none of that~” The Mad One grabbed Alex by the collar of his shirt. The little one was like a wild animal still trying to claw and bite at him. The wounds Alex gave him cleared up in no time. “Lets find something to calm you right. Do you like music?”

Alex just screamed angrily.

“hmmm......must be a fan of death metal.” The Mad One mused to himself with a chuckle.

A radio was one of the undamaged things left in the large room. The Mad One with a snap of his fingers caused it to play music. Though instead of anything heavy or loud. It played something strange, yet soothing. A tune all too familiar to the Mad One and anyone who has ever been in his domain. Alex hissed, clawed and bit at The Mad One who was unfazed. He carried Alex closer to the radio playing the song. A Giant mushroom started to grow near by and The Mad One took a seat underneath it, “Much better” He said to himself. Alex was still at it but seemed to be less. The Mad One started to bring Alex closer to him as Alex’s movements lessened. He started to move into a cradle pulling Alex into his arms in a way restraining him but keeping him bundled. Alex tried to scratch at him while in his arms but he was getting more and more worn out as the music played.

More mushrooms sprouted in the room all varying in color and size. The music never ceasing. A gentle knock could be heard at the door and The Mad One was a nod of his head caused it to open slowly and quietly. Adeline looked in and sighed in relief before smiling. She walked in quietly and peeked over at The Mad One before whispering “He’s asleep?” “Yes~ a deep sleep I’d say” The Mad One replied quietly

“Do you mind uncovering his back for me?” Adeline asked, “I need to work on the wound.”

“Of course~” He did so just enough to show the wound but to make sure he didn’t let the little Alex go. Alex was indeed in a very deep sleep. One of his little hands was gripped onto the jacket of The Mad One. “How did you do it?” she asked while healing. “Simple dear Adie, my music. Plus it’s clear to see he’s not used to being touched.” He said ever so quietly. “hmmm, well thank you for your help. I appreciate it.” She said with a smile. “Alright well I will have to work on it some more, but for now let him rest.”

“How long has he been here?”

Adeline frowned, “Well it happened a while ago, he’s been here for a week. And for most of the week I haven’t been able to get to his wound. Though I suppose it makes sense he wouldn’t want to be touched if he’s not used to it.  I’ve only been able to heal it when he’s asleep but he usually doesn’t sleep for long.” The Mad One hummed in thought as he smiled down at the little one in his arms, “perhaps I can take him off your hands.” “I don’t know...” She said uncertainly.

“I could take care of him, and I have my little Acca and Accius to help him as well. I’m sure they’d enjoy the company and it’ll help him learn. You can come heal him too as you are the best at healing.”  He explained, his smile never leaving. Adeline thought about it, “hmmm....Alright. But he can’t be too rough otherwise the wound will start to get worse again. Zerneboh did quite a bit of damage to him.” The Mad One nodded, “of course, I’ll make sure no harm comes to this little one.”

~~~~

The next day, Alex was still deep asleep in the arms of the Mad One. Adeline had given him instructions to come back if anything bad should happen or to call her if need be. Acca and Accius climbed up their fathers legs and onto his back looking down at the curled up eldritch in his arms. “Papa who is that?” asked Acca curiously. “This is Alex~ and he’s going to be your brother.” he replied happily. Accius tilted his head, “Our brother? Why?” “Because he needs a nice family, and we’re a nice family aren’t we?” questioned the Mad One though he knew the answer to this already. The twins nodded happily.

It didn’t take long for them to return to their home domain.

Upon this return Alex started to wake up. Though a bit grumpy from having slept so long, as he was not used to this. “wha....Where....” Alex’s eyes shot open, “Where am I? Put me down! I’ll kill you!” He tried to struggle but found he could not within The Mad Ones hold. The Mad One giggled, “Theres no need to struggle Alex, you are safe. Would you like to be put down?” Alex growled and snapped at him. “That’s not an answer. I will wait till you are ready to answer.” chuckled the Mad One. Accius climbed off his fathers back and ran off to play. Acca stayed behind instead curious about the angry little boy. “Papa why doesn’t he use his words?” she asked. “He’s not used to using them my little rose” Acca stared at Alex only for him to glare and growl at her. “If you want down you have to say so. Like this... Please let me down.” She said as an example.

“Fine...Let me down!” He barked. The Mad One giggled, “alright.” And set him down. run along and enjoy yourself.” Alex ran off hoping to leave. Unbeknownst to him he wouldn’t be able too. “If you get lost follow the mushrooms!~” called The Mad One with a laugh.

Alex ran through the foliage as fast as he could. It didn’t take him long to realize he was lost. And when he tried to leave The Mad Ones domain, he found he could not and kicked up dirt and yelled. When he calmed down he plopped onto the ground with a huff. It was at this moment he noticed the pain in his back that he had been feeling for the past week seemed to have dwindled by a lot. Guess the Lady who was a Granny did that, he thought to himself.

‘What was it the weirdo said...’ he couldn’t help but think.

“Follow the mushrooms?” Alex tsked, “What the hell does that mean...” A couple feet away from him he saw movement. He stood up and growled. The movement seemed to pick up as tiny little mushrooms scattered about the place squeaking in fear. Many of them tripping over themselves as they tried to get away from Alex.

Alex watched them a bit confused by their antics as they kept running, some at him as they really seemed scatterbrained. “Follow the mushrooms...” Alex said to himself. He started to walk after them, and they continued to run away.

It wasn’t long till he came upon a clearing with a large dining table full of tea sets and treats. All the little mushroom people ran back into the greenery leaving him there. “Welcome back, you’re just in time for tea~” Laughed the Mad One. “Do you take sugar with yours?” Alex glared at the Mad One. “I’ll take you enjoy sugar at least. You are welcome to join us after all this is your home as much as it is our home~” he poured another cup of tea and placed it by an empty chair a few seats away from anyone. Alex seemed to like his personal space. The Mad One turned to his other two children who was seated next to each other and near by their father enjoying their snacks and tea. Giving Alex time to think about joining them and letting him make a choice on his own, instead of forcing him.

It was a solid five minutes before they all heard movement by the chair he placed the tea by. Alex sat a couple seats away to keep his distance. He sniffed the drink, it didn’t seem poisoned. He sipped it and spit it out, wiping his mouth. “s’gross” gagged Alex. The Mad One chuckled, “Tea is an aquired taste my boy~ Perhaps you’d prefer something else.” The tea vanished and was replaced with a juice box. Now this is something Alex could get behind. He snatched it up and started to suck it down.

The Mad One was delighted by this, his two children had their own opinions of Alex as well. Though they differed from each other.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Time went on, Adeline visited The Mad One and Alex to heal him. Every time she visited something new would be learned. Alex liked his space, he wasn’t used to people touching him and often didn’t like it unless it was on his terms. He was also growing closer with The Mad One slowly but surely and it seemed a friendship was forming between Acca and Alex. She viewed him as a new brother right from the start, though it was clear Accius still needed convincing.

Another new fact was that Alex didn’t know how to regulate his own emotions or what to do when he felt them. When he was happy he was a delight to have around, when he was angry that was another story.

But despite this, within another weeks time. Alex’s wound was fully healed. All that remained was a scar as a reminder of that day. Adeline was walking with The Mad One. “I must say you have done exceptionally well taking care of him. He seems like a very different person from the first day I had him in my care.” “Why thank you Adie~, hehehe. The boy just needed someone who was like him I think.” The Mad One looked over to see Alex and the twins, now all getting along better than the first day he came. “My little wolves are all friends now~” Adeline looked over and smiled, “indeed they are, well I must be going if you ever need anything or just want to visit you know where to find me.” He gave a nod and his usual smile, “Til then Adie~”

WIth that Adeline was gone.

“little wolves, little wolves~” The Mad One called. Acca, Accius, and Alex all looked up. “It’s time to take a trip~” They all smiled and hurried over. Acca and Accius climbed up The Mad ones legs and back. Alex did the same but clung to The Mad Ones chest. With a cackle the Mad One was gone with the three little wolves, off to their trip.

[nijicx]

BNHA Oc- “Peril” the U.A. Traitor

Name: Izumi

Nationality:

Japanese

Hero Villain Name: Peril

Quirk:  

Percieved Peril

Quirk Characteristics:

Percieved peril is a quirk activated when the weilder expiriences fear. Once activated, anyone within eyesight of the holder becomes locked in a complete illusionary state. The illusion takes the form of a situational peril. For example, if activated with an open flame nearby, the person might see the flames travel towards them and crawl up their body, making the victim think they are being set aflame. Other times it can take the form of falling objects, windows breaking and glass raining down, or the crumbling of the ground beneath them. This hallucination often causes people to react hysterically and try to escape or sheild themselves in some way. To break the effect the person needs to realize it is a hallucination, usually occuring when they don't feel the flames actually burning them after a few moments of rolling/patting them, or not feeling hurt when the glass cuts them.

It also can be broken when the person emitting this quirk slows their heart to under 70 beats a minute or the weilder loses conciousness.  

Quirk Weaknesses: This quirk has a number of weaknesses, including the length and intensity of the hallucination. These are largely out of the weilders control, they are often completely situational in order to concince the victim that they are truly in life threatening danger. Because of this, occaisionally it can be broken quite easilly.

For hallucinations where a person thinks they have been set on fire, it only takes several moments for them to realize the flames do not burn. Similarly, for times where the hallucination appears as the ground crumbling beneath them, it only takes a person a jump to realize that they are still standing on completely solid ground. One very large weakness of this quirk is that if overused or used in large groups simultaniously, the user can be pulled into their own hallucinations. While it would not make them hysterical they would not be able to see their true surroundings which would leave them vulnerable to approaching assailants from any direction. The hallucinations are unique to each indicidual who is caught within it, therefore, if a group is hit by the quirk, than each gets their own completely individual scenario. They cannot see the rest of the group while in this hallucination and that is incredibly taxing upon the user themself.   Smaller weaknesses include eye irritation, drowseyness, and nightmares.

Personality:

Izumi is a rather soft spoken boy with a penchant for being a bit of a doormat. He likes to please and goes out of his way to do chores or errands others dont want to do just to be included or to have someone say something nice about him. He is rather gullible and his lack of education allows for the members of the organization to tease or mislead him in order to get something done. This also causes him to be a little bit naive, which is something he is very aware of. He sees everyone around him as a role model and relies on them in order for him to understand what is happening. Hence the reason he follows his group of friends without question. They built his worlds infrastructure. 

Izumi is a little socially awkward and chooses to be quiet most times, observing conversations at length before actually contributing to get a feel for how he should act in order to fit in. When goaded to speak or give an opinion without preperation he tends to panic and excuse himself, rather than speak his mind without having prepared a response first. That being said this also allows him to be rather funny, usually dropping a perfect subtle joke based on the situation when the conversation gets dull to fully revitalize it.

Background: 

Izumi grew up in Tokyo with his single mother until the age of about five. When his quirk suddenly materialized one day, fire and ambulance had to be rushed to the house. When they arrived they had to subdue the mother and several of her friends who were clawwing at the windows and shrieking, finding a five year old Izumi hiding beneath his bed. It was later discovered that his mom had invited some other mom-friends over for a get-together and she had read a story to Izumi and tucked him in. He had been asleep for while until he had a nightmare about a monster and ran out to his mom terrified there was a monster in his closet. When he called for her and entered the room he met eyes with all in attendance and they were all caught in a group hallucination. Nobody was hurt but it caused Izumi a lot of stress which causes micro-hallucinations to appear in public, such as fire hydrants bursting or things being set on fire. Several times the police had to return to the house because Izumi had accidentally caught someone in a hallucination simply by breaking an egg by accident and feared he'd get in trouble if he didnt clean it up in a hurry. It wore deeply on his mother as it was an almost weekly occurance and Izumi was taken to many specialists in order to try and control his fear and minimize the effects of his quirk on others. Eventually he was pulled from school and schooled at home by a tutor. Eventually though the tutor had to also quit as the stress of answering questions and being tested one-on-one with Izumi caused the same sort of events.

Unable to pay for any more specialists or tutors his mom made the incredibly tough decision to send him to a home for unmanagable quirks called the The Saffron House. 

There he was taken through special care in order to properly adjust him to controlling his stress and try to control his heart beat so that he wouldn't cause so much harm. He was doing incredibly well, he was even allowed out of the home sometimes for dayy or weekend visits with his mom or to go on trips with the other members of the house. The only unfortunate thing about Saffron house is that it also homes children who purposefully mis-manage their quirks. It was here that he met a group of delinquent teens who invited them into their group. This is because one time while watching a horror movie together he entrapped them all in a hallucination where a man with a chainsaw burst through the door. Peril quickly contained his heartbeat but  instead of screaming, everyone was laughing hysterically. Telling him that was the best scare they'd ever gotten. He quickly fell in with the group and enjoyed being accepted for all that he was.

On an outing one day the group tricked him into using his quirk on a crowd of people watching some music preformers just to see what would happen. This quickly caused a mass-hysteria and the event was quickly in complete chaos. That night, the kids all snuck out of Saffron house, knowing that it was only a matter of time until the police tracked them down. The group convinced Izumi to come with them until things calmed down and then they would bring him back. But there never was a day where things were "safe" enough to go back, and whenever he asked his friends if they his home town would be their next stop on their ever changing travel plans, that was the excuse he would get. Eventually they became his family and he was more or less their errand boy. High off of their "fame" from the scene they caused in the downtown preformance, they decided they wanted to do it again. 

When Stain's popularity suddenly went sky-high, they decided to profit off of it by making a name for themselves as well. They enlisted the help of Fumino (Hangnail) and Asuka (Scab), two petty villains they knew operated in the area, to pose as parents to get one of them accepted into UA. Thinking that the League of Villains had never actually gotten INSIDE UA, and that if they could pull something big off, that they could get in easy with them. 

They got ahold of Izumi's actual records in order to doctor them for the applications to UA and found out that while in Saffron house, after the numerous incidents, Izumi's worn out mother had released her parental rights to the home for the unimanigable quirks. Making Izumi a ward of the state. The group then used this to convince Izumi to act as the planted student as they were his only family now, and he was the only one currently young enough to pass as a first year. 

Izumi was accepted into the General course and quickly began to actually do quite well in his studies. All the while keeping a close watch on Class 1-A and in particular, their transfer division. Originally, the plan was to kidnap one of the rich transfer students in order to both get some cash coming in so they can sit pretty and wait for the League of Villains to hit them up, but also to cause an international stir. Therefore, cementing their names in national news. Originally their sights were set on Yun-Yeong, (Miss Diss) but their sights quickly shifting instead to Winston Astley, the American transfer student who was admitted on scholarship due to a nationally syndicated essay. They then simply waited for the right place and the right time.

The raid on UA: 

During the year, the transfer students would be brought in to coach students wanting to learn English, Izumi, (under the orders of his group) asked Winston for English lessons. Winston accepting only because of how eceoptionally bad Izumi was at English and mainly just enjoying him butcher sentences. He noticed Izumi getting noticably discouraged and would often observe him becoming quiet and reserved and began inviting him along afterschool to have noodles and visit the arcades with Arturo. Izumi appreciating it albiet Winson repeatedly making the point that him moping about at the school would ruin his good time out if he didn't. Soon Izumi was introduced to most of the Transfer students and became a regular face in the dorms. 

It was one day after regular training that Hangnail and Scab came to sthe school, getting in by making a meeting with the teacher about his grades, once inside, they collected Izumi and took him to the training yard where they brought him out infront of the transfer students, simply pushing Izumi off  one of the steps from behind and causing a natural surge of fear whilst they all had eye contact. Locking all of the transfer students in hallucinations. Knowing that they only have a short time to grab Winston and go, Hangnail and Scab go to grab him but are shocked to find Izumi turning his quirk against them, trapping them in a hallucination of the teachers arriving to the rescue. Deciding on his own to simply hold everyone still until the pros could truly come in help. 

This being the first time Izumi purposefully used his quirk he easily overdid it and ended up getting trapped in his own hallucination, realizing after a moment that he could see Winston expiriencing his. Winston spotted him and told him to stay put, not knowing or understandign that what he was expiriencing wasn't real and that this was all just an effect of his quirk. Losing conciousness quickly and unable to explain anything to him, Izumi begins to fall over, to what looks like to Winston anyhow, is falling into a chasm opening up below them. 

Since Winstons quirk is that he gets increased strength equal to the pain he expiriences, he quickly grabs a rock off of the ground and strikes himself hard in the head with it, using the boost to leap the chasm off of his crumbling foothold and grab Izumi just before he falls from his. This prolongs the hallucinations for only a few seconds more until Izumi becomes too dizzy is disoriented to control it and his heart rate slows breaking the effect on everybody. When it lets up Hangnail and Scab take a moment or two to re-orient themselves before attacking, Jin using his sheild intiatially to block the first of the blows while everyone is still coming back to reality. 

Shortly after the teachers arrive and Hangnail and Scab are forced to retreat using another members quirk to cloak them as they escape. Izumi and Winston sit while the police take statements from everyone and while sharing the police blanket they were given waiting to be questioned, Izumi loses conciousness against Winstons shoulder. 

When he wakes up he is in a hospital room and immedietly assumes the worst, shocked when Winston comes in and gives him the updates on whats going on and how everyone is doing. Realizing right then that nobody knows that he had anything to do with it and bursts into tears, unable to handle the intense pressure of his secret any more. Winston actually remaining to awkwardly comfort him despite his usual manner of just leabing situations like this. It being the first time he actually comforted somebody without a selfish reasoning. Izumi eventually tells Winston to send the teachers in and to close the door, deciding that he would tell them everything.

After explaining to the teachers and having the police track down the proper records everyone was sort of at a loss as to what to do with Izumi.

He was pulled from classes for a few days until suddenly he appeared again, the teachers having a very careful sit-down with the transfer students to fully explain the situation. Izumi would remain a student in name only at the school so that they can try and establish contact with the group again, if they think nothing is wrong they will try to contact him and they will be lead straight to their hideout. Paloma being the one to overtake the careful surveillance of him to make sure he didn't resume whatever plans the group might come to him with in secret.

Not all of the transfer students are happy about this though and it actually causes a massive rift amongst them. Yun-Yeong completely disowns Izumi and anyone who decides to stick by him, and Eite and Bunta join her in that thinking. Jin doesnt understand enough to pass any judgment and tries to remain neutral but feels the tug between his two closest friends. Monomiya is there to welcome him back with open arms and Winston is hurt but slowly begins to build his trust back up with him again. 

Fast forwards past a bunch of very big events I will expound upon later, the group overcomes this and becomes close once more again, its graduation time and during off season and holidays, Paloma also took in Izumi. On graduation day she handed him his diploma and the adoption papers which had been approved just a few weeks before. Having carefully moulded him into a wonderful support hero.

Fun Facts: -Wouldn't admit it to another living soul, but having had the biggest puppy-dog crush on Winston following his rescue of him after the UA attack. -He is terrified of Yun-Yeong, not because she is loud or scary, but because of her ability to speak the truth so bluntly, he's afraid he'll be confronted with the idea that he's beyond saving when he sees her. -His favorite food is crab and ramen. Having lived from place to place with a bunch of vagrant teens having gotten himself very accustomed to what makes good and bad ramen. He can actually  name and differentiate most different kinds of ramen as well as a myriad of facts and tipsfor cooking. This is because when his crew would roll into a ramen place, he was usually left out of the conversation, he would either listen to the stories of those close by or would talk to the cooks themselves who would sometimes engage him just because he looked lonely.

-Can sleep almost anywhere because he has slept almost everywhere. The crew was constantly moving from place to place and sometimes you had to make due. One day during pack-up day Jin found him sleeping in between two boxes with his knees to his chest. Having thought he found a dummy at first and. He has also been caught sleeping amongst gym equiptment since the gym supply room is very warm. -During off seasons and holidatys Paloma took him in and he'd have Christmas Dinner and shrine visits with both Miho and Paloma. They even took him to their hometown one year for its Lanturn festival. 

Credits to @unofficialperson12 who pitched Paloma having kids~

[clementine-shine]

Moxxie and Millie’s Quiet Night

The sounds of wailing were what woke Millie that night.

Carefully tugging up her black chemise, Millie maneuvered her body over her husband. In response, Moxxie gave an undignified snort as his wife blearily made her way across their queen sized bed.

Another sob echoed throughout their small bedroom. Effectively waking up the droused Moxxie.

Eyes still crusted over with sleep, he slurred, “Wassa noise?”

“It’s just Maizie, dear.” Millie giggled. “Go back to sleep. I’ll take care of her, love.”

That was all Moxxie needed. Within thirty seconds, he was back to snoring like a donkey. Millie shook her head at her husband's antics. He never really was one for early mornings. Millie, on the other hand, had had years of practice getting up before the crack of dawn. Setting herself up for the perfect kill.

Nowadays, she got up early for different reasons.

Said reason was her and Moxxie’s little imp daughter. Maizie was her name. And crying her horns off, seemed to be her game.

As Millie trudged around the corner to her daughter’s room, the crying seemed to pick up. Almost bursting poor Millie’s ear drums.

‘Curious’ she thought. Usually Maizie calmed down when she sensed her mother’s presence. But no, the imp’s wails only pitched in volume. Making Millie’s trek to her baby’s room a bit faster.

There, in her crib, squirmed Maizie. Her red skin even more flushed from all her howling. Fat tears rolling down her chubby cheeks, blurring the sight of her should-be-comforting mother.

Millie dashed her way over to the cream colored crib on the right side of the room. Lightly shushing her daughter. Petting her hair, and stroking her teary face.

Picking up her little girl didn’t seem to quell the small one’s distress. Nor did the subsequent feeding, diaper changing, or lullaby seem to work. Millie groaned frustratedly from the nearby rocking chair. Not realizing all the noise had effectively woken up her husband.

He came plodding in, seeing the sight of his poor Millie holding his unconsolable child.

The bags under Millie’s eyes gave away that she had been up for a few hours trying to calm Maizie. His daughter looked worse for wear too. Her black and white hair clung pitifully to her pitiful face. Making her look like Hell’s worse grudge impression.

He watched in sympathy as his miserable daughter raised her chubby arms up to him, whimpering to be picked up by her daddy. This caused his heart to melt, making him pick up his baby and give his wife some much needed rest.

“Hey sweetheart,” he began soothingly, “what’s wrong?”

Only heart-wrenching sobs answered him. He sighed, unsure of what to do.

Ever since Maizie was born, Millie had been the one to step up and take charge. She handled most of the diaper changes, tantrums, and midnight check-ups. He guessed it was because Millie was the one who wanted a child more than anything. They had tried for months to get pregnant. But once they finally did, Millie’s personality changed almost overnight. She was much more “motherly” in a sense. Even becoming docile to Loona.

Moxxie had wanted kids too, just not as much as his wife.

But once little Maizie came into the picture, he (normally) couldn’t think of his life without her. Except for moments like this. He hated to admit he had those thoughts, but sometimes Moxxie daydreamed about the quiet nights he and Millie once shared. And the days when his nostrils weren’t constantly filled with the scent of dirty diapers.

Alas, those days were behind him. Now, he had to man up and be the best father he could be for his little girl. And that included right now.

As he was brought out of his reverie, he flinched as Maizie painfully clung to the open chest hair through his robe. Tears melding their way into his skin.

Almost on instinct, Moxxie made a hopeful glance to Millie. Smiling faltering when he saw her fast asleep in the rocking chair. Snoring softly.

He wished he could be back in bed asleep like his wife. But, the shuddering bundle in his arms held other plans for him.

With Maizie still clinging to him, Moxxie grabbed a seat in the only other chair in the room. His body quickly melting into the worn leather of the love-seat. This bedroom used to be part of their living room, but was walled off soon after Maizie was born. The love-seat was just a dreamy memento of their old lives.  

With a soft huff, Moxxie moved his daughter until she was sitting in his lap. Her weight pressing gently into his chest. Her sobbing had turned into a mild whimpering by now, and it was soothing to Moxxie’s ears. The relief would only last a moment though as he peered at the little imp’s puffy eyes.

Her yellow orbs yearned for comfort, which Moxxie couldn’t supply. Her small hands yanked on her daddy’s robe sleeve. Trying to convey a message she couldn’t communicate. Moxxie merely pet her black and white striped horns. He knew that doing this often calmed her down, much like it calmed him down when Millie did the same thing for him.

It seemed to do the trick. His baby-girl’s whimpers slowly started to cease. Her breathing starting to even out.

Moxxie allowed the brief break to close his eyes. ‘Maybe it was a bad dream’ he wondered. That didn’t make sense though. Maizie had had bad dreams before, and was always soothed with a warm bottle. Tonight seemed to be an outlier though. He deeply wanted to figure out what was wrong with his precious daughter, but was too tired to figure anything out.

The sound of infantile blabbering woke him up from his weak daze. Little Maizie was sucking on her fingers, seemingly over her fit. A small smile stretched its way across Moxxie’s face. Relieved that he could finally go back to sleep.

He lightly tickled his daughter’s belly, eliciting a tiny giggle from the girl.

“Okay sweetheart, I think it’s time to go to bed.”

Maizie kicked her feet, just happy to be in her daddy’s arms. The father smirked alongside his daughter. Cracking his back as his hooves lifted his body off the worn couch.

“Ah,” he sighed, “much better.”

Baby still in his arms, Moxxie lumbered his way over to his daughter’s crib. His plan was to put his daughter to bed, and then wake his wife up, so that they too could fall asleep.  

But, as he was a foot away from the crib, Maizie’s little eyes lit up, and her body started shuddering. Tiny tail lashing back and forth, with intermittent screams littering the air.  

“Uh oh!” was Moxxie’s intelligent reply. Startled, he almost dropped the baby. The screams eventually turning into broken sobs. Rough sounding from the torment she had put her throat through earlier.

Moxxie tried to calm his daughter, afraid of what had set her off again.

She clung to her daddy with all of her strength. Sharp wails emanating from her mouth. Not only from her sudden fear, but also from the searing pain of her unshed tears.

Tiny claws gripped her daddy’s robe, unaware of the mental duress she was putting her father under.

Moxxie knew that this wasn’t good. He was about to wake Millie up for her advice, but was beat to it, when he felt a drowsily dainty hand land on his shoulder.

“Oh Moxxie, she still at it?” The words barely strung together from the sleep deprived Millie.

Moxxie kissed his wife’s forehead worriedly. “I don’t know, Mills. She was calm for a couple minutes, but just when I was about to put her down, she started screaming again!”

Millie’s brow furrowed in thought. She looked at her husband’s pleading stare. And groggily shrugged her shoulders.

“Your guess is as good as mine.”

“I was hoping you wouldn’t say that.”

Millie rubbed her still crying daughter’s back. “Maybe we should take her into our room. The change of scenery should help”

Moxxie was about to agree, when a funny sight caught a hold of his eye. A red object was coming in and out of view under Maizie's crib. Thinking it was some type of toy, Moxxie handed Maizie over to Millie, and went to peek under the crib to turn the annoying toy off.

As Moxxie bent down, his body froze. Staring right into his eyes, were another pair of yellow slitted orbs.

Maizie wasn’t the only one that screamed that night.

Moxxie quickly back peddled on the ground, grasping at Millie’s legs. “GET OUT Y-Y-YOU HEATHEN!” He screeched.

Millie, as confused as she was, was also leery. Afraid of what was under her daughter’s crib. She subconsciously held her child a bit tighter.

Ever so slowly, a tall figure emerged from under the bed.

“Blitzo?” Millie questioned.

“BLITZO!!!!!” Moxxie hollered.

Said imp signed and acknowledged the small family. “Uh...surprise?”

“WHAT THE HECK WERE YOU DOING UNDER MY DAUGHTER’S CRIB!?” Moxxie all but exploded. His voice cracking. Too shell-shocked at his boss’s audacity to even swear properly.

“Well, as you should know. I was trying to do you guys a favor.”

Moxxie was struggling to regain his composure. But was still able to hold a protective stance in front of his family. “What do you mean.” He seethed. More in a statement than a question.

“If you would like to know, I only came over here to record you guys sleepi-”

Millie cut him off. “You recorded us while we were sleeping?” Her southern accent became a bit stronger.

“That’s not important Mills-”

“Uh, I think it is.” Moxxie was the one to interrupt this time.

“I don’t have to explain myself.” Blitzo spat petulantly. Crossing his spindly arms in front of his chest.

Moxxie huffed

“‘S what I thought….anyway. I was recording you guys as you slept. But as I was doing so, I heard your little one start to cry. Neither of you were getting up. So, I took it upon myself to help you both out.”

Millie hugged her daughter, looking at Blitzo questingly. “How’d you get in then?”

“Simple, Mills. Your window was unlocked!”

“That’s creepy.” Moxxie muttered.

Blitzo cut in. “Shut up Moxxie.”

Silence.

“Ok, where was I? Oh, yes! I snuck in and got to your daughter’s room. She looked so pathetic! HA! You should have seen her face!”

“You better continue with this ‘story’, or I’m gonna kick you out.” Millie yelled, getting flustered.

Blitzo’s face took on an apologetic expression. “As I was saying, she was so pathetic, I knew I had to cheer her up! I tried my best anyway. But no matter how many toys I shoved in her face, or weapons I showed her. She just wouldn’t stop crying!”

“That’s not how you take care of babies, Blitzo!” Moxxie blared. “I-I can’t believe you right now!”

“And I couldn’t believe her!” Blitzo countered. “The more I tried to cheer her up, the louder she cried.”

“Blitzo, hun, you can’t wave a toy in front of a child’s face if they are scared. You’ll only upset them more.” Millie’s voice was calmer, now that the shock was starting to wear off.

Maizie was still whimpering on her mother’s side. Not wanting to look at Blitzo. He was the big scary man that upset her so much.

As his wife and boss were talking. Realization dawned on Moxxie. Looking to his baby, still clinging onto Millie, his voice came out without falter.

“Ok Blitzo, I think I finally figured out this whole mess,” He pinched the bridge of his nose, “you clearly upset her with your whole ‘charade.’ But, the one thing I’m still struggling to understand is where you went after Millie got in here.”

“Oh, I hid under your daughter’s bed!”

“YOU WHAT?!” Moxxie screeched rhetorically. He already knew that’s what Blitzo did, but didn’t want to believe it, due to the creepo-factor.

“I said, I hid under your daughter’s crib. But if you should feel bad for anyone, it should be me! It’s cramped under there!”

“...”

“Moxxie?” Millie gently queried.

“...”

“Moxxie. Come on use your voice.”

“Get out.”

“What?”

“GET OUT!” Moxxie screamed. Startling Blitzo so bad that it sent him reeling for the window.

“THE DOOR YOU IDIOT!!!!!”

The sound of hurried hoof-steps, and the slam of the front door signaled that Blitzo had left.

Moxxie slumped to the floor, breathing a sigh of relief.

Counting to ten slowly, he finally was able to assess his surroundings without seeing red. He could see Maizie starting to calm down from another crying episode. No thanks to his outburst. And he could see Millie looking down at him in sympathy.

“I can’t believe him, Mills.”

“I know hun.” She started to pet her husband’s horns with her one free hand. “This is the last straw.”

That was comical coming from Millie’s mouth, Moxxie thought. She usually thought Blitzo’s visits were a fun treat. Not anymore apparently. This had been too much. And to his sleep-deprived mind, he couldn’t find it in him to care about his eruption aimed at Blitzo. He was just happy the creep was gone.

A soft yawn from behind him alerted Moxxie to his tired baby.

“I think she should go to bed. We could all use some rest.”

Millie gave a dry chuckle. “Yeah.”

The mother dried the left-over tears from her child’s face. Rocking her child in her arms, as she plodded her way over to the crib.

Fortunately, Maizie didn’t scream when put in there. She just closed her eyes, and stuck her thumb in her mouth. Already starting to snore.

“This whole fiasco must have tired her out, huh?”

“Yeah.” Millie responded exhaustledy. Swaying on her hooves.

“I think it tired you out too, hun.”

“Yeah.”

Moxxie chuckled, the adrenaline finally starting to wear off. “Let’s go to bed then, ok?”

“Yeah.”

Husband and wife cautiously looked to their baby. Careful to be quiet as to not send their daughter into another fit.

Back in their own bed, the couple shared one last good-night kiss. Falling asleep in each other’s arms, where not even Blitzo could bother them.

The sounds of wailing were what woke Millie that night.

Carefully tugging up her black chemise, Millie maneuvered her body over her husband. In response, Moxxie gave an undignified snort as his wife blearily made her way across their queen sized bed.

Another sob echoed throughout their small bedroom. Effectively waking up the droused Moxxie.

Eyes still crusted over with sleep, he slurred, “Wassa noise?”

“It’s just Maizie, dear.” Millie giggled. “Go back to sleep. I’ll take care of her, love.”

That was all Moxxie needed. Within thirty seconds, he was back to snoring like a donkey. Millie shook her head at her husband's antics. He never really was one for early mornings. Millie, on the other hand, had had years of practice getting up before the crack of dawn. Setting herself up for the perfect kill.

Nowadays, she got up early for different reasons.

Said reason was her and Moxxie’s little imp daughter. Maizie was her name. And crying her horns off, seemed to be her game.

As Millie trudged around the corner to her daughter’s room, the crying seemed to pick up. Almost bursting poor Millie’s ear drums.

‘Curious’ she thought. Usually Maizie calmed down when she sensed her mother’s presence. But no, the imp’s wails only pitched in volume. Making Millie’s trek to her baby’s room a bit faster.

There, in her crib, squirmed Maizie. Her red skin even more flushed from all her howling. Fat tears rolling down her chubby cheeks, blurring the sight of her should-be-comforting mother.

Millie dashed her way over to the cream colored crib on the right side of the room. Lightly shushing her daughter. Petting her hair, and stroking her teary face.

Picking up her little girl didn’t seem to quell the small one’s distress. Nor did the subsequent feeding, diaper changing, or lullaby seem to work. Millie groaned frustratedly from the nearby rocking chair. Not realizing all the noise had effectively woken up her husband.

He came plodding in, seeing the sight of his poor Millie holding his unconsolable child.

The bags under Millie’s eyes gave away that she had been up for a few hours trying to calm Maizie. His daughter looked worse for wear too. Her black and white hair clung pitifully to her pitiful face. Making her look like Hell’s worse grudge impression.

He watched in sympathy as his miserable daughter raised her chubby arms up to him, whimpering to be picked up by her daddy. This caused his heart to melt, making him pick up his baby and give his wife some much needed rest.

“Hey sweetheart,” he began soothingly, “what’s wrong?”

Only heart-wrenching sobs answered him. He sighed, unsure of what to do.

Ever since Maizie was born, Millie had been the one to step up and take charge. She handled most of the diaper changes, tantrums, and midnight check-ups. He guessed it was because Millie was the one who wanted a child more than anything. They had tried for months to get pregnant. But once they finally did, Millie’s personality changed almost overnight. She was much more “motherly” in a sense. Even becoming docile to Loona.

Moxxie had wanted kids too, just not as much as his wife.

But once little Maizie came into the picture, he (normally) couldn’t think of his life without her. Except for moments like this. He hated to admit he had those thoughts, but sometimes Moxxie daydreamed about the quiet nights he and Millie once shared. And the days when his nostrils weren’t constantly filled with the scent of dirty diapers.

Alas, those days were behind him. Now, he had to man up and be the best father he could be for his little girl. And that included right now.

As he was brought out of his reverie, he flinched as Maizie painfully clung to the open chest hair through his robe. Tears melding their way into his skin.

Almost on instinct, Moxxie made a hopeful glance to Millie. Smiling faltering when he saw her fast asleep in the rocking chair. Snoring softly.

He wished he could be back in bed asleep like his wife. But, the shuddering bundle in his arms held other plans for him.

With Maizie still clinging to him, Moxxie grabbed a seat in the only other chair in the room. His body quickly melting into the worn leather of the love-seat. This bedroom used to be part of their living room, but was walled off soon after Maizie was born. The love-seat was just a dreamy memento of their old lives.  

With a soft huff, Moxxie moved his daughter until she was sitting in his lap. Her weight pressing gently into his chest. Her sobbing had turned into a mild whimpering by now, and it was soothing to Moxxie’s ears. The relief would only last a moment though as he peered at the little imp’s puffy eyes.

Her yellow orbs yearned for comfort, which Moxxie couldn’t supply. Her small hands yanked on her daddy’s robe sleeve. Trying to convey a message she couldn’t communicate. Moxxie merely pet her black and white striped horns. He knew that doing this often calmed her down, much like it calmed him down when Millie did the same thing for him.

It seemed to do the trick. His baby-girl’s whimpers slowly started to cease. Her breathing starting to even out.

Moxxie allowed the brief break to close his eyes. ‘Maybe it was a bad dream’ he wondered. That didn’t make sense though. Maizie had had bad dreams before, and was always soothed with a warm bottle. Tonight seemed to be an outlier though. He deeply wanted to figure out what was wrong with his precious daughter, but was too tired to figure anything out.

The sound of infantile blabbering woke him up from his weak daze. Little Maizie was sucking on her fingers, seemingly over her fit. A small smile stretched its way across Moxxie’s face. Relieved that he could finally go back to sleep.

He lightly tickled his daughter’s belly, eliciting a tiny giggle from the girl.

“Okay sweetheart, I think it’s time to go to bed.”

Maizie kicked her feet, just happy to be in her daddy’s arms. The father smirked alongside his daughter. Cracking his back as his hooves lifted his body off the worn couch.

“Ah,” he sighed, “much better.”

Baby still in his arms, Moxxie lumbered his way over to his daughter’s crib. His plan was to put his daughter to bed, and then wake his wife up, so that they too could fall asleep.  

But, as he was a foot away from the crib, Maizie’s little eyes lit up, and her body started shuddering. Tiny tail lashing back and forth, with intermittent screams littering the air.  

“Uh oh!” was Moxxie’s intelligent reply. Startled, he almost dropped the baby. The screams eventually turning into broken sobs. Rough sounding from the torment she had put her throat through earlier.

Moxxie tried to calm his daughter, afraid of what had set her off again.

She clung to her daddy with all of her strength. Sharp wails emanating from her mouth. Not only from her sudden fear, but also from the searing pain of her unshed tears.

Tiny claws gripped her daddy’s robe, unaware of the mental duress she was putting her father under.

Moxxie knew that this wasn’t good. He was about to wake Millie up for her advice, but was beat to it, when he felt a drowsily dainty hand land on his shoulder.

“Oh Moxxie, she still at it?” The words barely strung together from the sleep deprived Millie.

Moxxie kissed his wife’s forehead worriedly. “I don’t know, Mills. She was calm for a couple minutes, but just when I was about to put her down, she started screaming again!”

Millie’s brow furrowed in thought. She looked at her husband’s pleading stare. And groggily shrugged her shoulders.

“Your guess is as good as mine.”

“I was hoping you wouldn’t say that.”

Millie rubbed her still crying daughter’s back. “Maybe we should take her into our room. The change of scenery should help”

Moxxie was about to agree, when a funny sight caught a hold of his eye. A red object was coming in and out of view under Maizie's crib. Thinking it was some type of toy, Moxxie handed Maizie over to Millie, and went to peek under the crib to turn the annoying toy off.

As Moxxie bent down, his body froze. Staring right into his eyes, were another pair of yellow slitted orbs.

Maizie wasn’t the only one that screamed that night.

Moxxie quickly back peddled on the ground, grasping at Millie’s legs. “GET OUT Y-Y-YOU HEATHEN!” He screeched.

Millie, as confused as she was, was also leery. Afraid of what was under her daughter’s crib. She subconsciously held her child a bit tighter.

Ever so slowly, a tall figure emerged from under the bed.

“Blitzo?” Millie questioned.

“BLITZO!!!!!” Moxxie hollered.

Said imp signed and acknowledged the small family. “Uh...surprise?”

“WHAT THE HECK WERE YOU DOING UNDER MY DAUGHTER’S CRIB!?” Moxxie all but exploded. His voice cracking. Too shell-shocked at his boss’s audacity to even swear properly.

“Well, as you should know. I was trying to do you guys a favor.”

Moxxie was struggling to regain his composure. But was still able to hold a protective stance in front of his family. “What do you mean.” He seethed. More in a statement than a question.

“If you would like to know, I only came over here to record you guys sleepi-”

Millie cut him off. “You recorded us while we were sleeping?” Her southern accent became a bit stronger.

“That’s not important Mills-”

“Uh, I think it is.” Moxxie was the one to interrupt this time.

“I don’t have to explain myself.” Blitzo spat petulantly. Crossing his spindly arms in front of his chest.

Moxxie huffed

“‘S what I thought….anyway. I was recording you guys as you slept. But as I was doing so, I heard your little one start to cry. Neither of you were getting up. So, I took it upon myself to help you both out.”

Millie hugged her daughter, looking at Blitzo questingly. “How’d you get in then?”

“Simple, Mills. Your window was unlocked!”

“That’s creepy.” Moxxie muttered.

Blitzo cut in. “Shut up Moxxie.”

Silence.

“Ok, where was I? Oh, yes! I snuck in and got to your daughter’s room. She looked so pathetic! HA! You should have seen her face!”

“You better continue with this ‘story’, or I’m gonna kick you out.” Millie yelled, getting flustered.

Blitzo’s face took on an apologetic expression. “As I was saying, she was so pathetic, I knew I had to cheer her up! I tried my best anyway. But no matter how many toys I shoved in her face, or weapons I showed her. She just wouldn’t stop crying!”

“That’s not how you take care of babies, Blitzo!” Moxxie blared. “I-I can’t believe you right now!”

“And I couldn’t believe her!” Blitzo countered. “The more I tried to cheer her up, the louder she cried.”

“Blitzo, hun, you can’t wave a toy in front of a child’s face if they are scared. You’ll only upset them more.” Millie’s voice was calmer, now that the shock was starting to wear off.

Maizie was still whimpering on her mother’s side. Not wanting to look at Blitzo. He was the big scary man that upset her so much.

As his wife and boss were talking. Realization dawned on Moxxie. Looking to his baby, still clinging onto Millie, his voice came out without falter.

“Ok Blitzo, I think I finally figured out this whole mess,” He pinched the bridge of his nose, “you clearly upset her with your whole ‘charade.’ But, the one thing I’m still struggling to understand is where you went after Millie got in here.”

“Oh, I hid under your daughter’s bed!”

“YOU WHAT?!” Moxxie screeched rhetorically. He already knew that’s what Blitzo did, but didn’t want to believe it, due to the creepo-factor.

“I said, I hid under your daughter’s crib. But if you should feel bad for anyone, it should be me! It’s cramped under there!”

“...”

“Moxxie?” Millie gently queried.

“...”

“Moxxie. Come on use your voice.”

“Get out.”

“What?”

“GET OUT!” Moxxie screamed. Startling Blitzo so bad that it sent him reeling for the window.

“THE DOOR YOU IDIOT!!!!!”

The sound of hurried hoof-steps, and the slam of the front door signaled that Blitzo had left.

Moxxie slumped to the floor, breathing a sigh of relief.

Counting to ten slowly, he finally was able to assess his surroundings without seeing red. He could see Maizie starting to calm down from another crying episode. No thanks to his outburst. And he could see Millie looking down at him in sympathy.

“I can’t believe him, Mills.”

“I know hun.” She started to pet her husband’s horns with her one free hand. “This is the last straw.”

That was comical coming from Millie’s mouth, Moxxie thought. She usually thought Blitzo’s visits were a fun treat. Not anymore apparently. This had been too much. And to his sleep-deprived mind, he couldn’t find it in him to care about his eruption aimed at Blitzo. He was just happy the creep was gone.

A soft yawn from behind him alerted Moxxie to his tired baby.

“I think she should go to bed. We could all use some rest.”

Millie gave a dry chuckle. “Yeah.”

The mother dried the left-over tears from her child’s face. Rocking her child in her arms, as she plodded her way over to the crib.

Fortunately, Maizie didn’t scream when put in there. She just closed her eyes, and stuck her thumb in her mouth. Already starting to snore.

“This whole fiasco must have tired her out, huh?”

“Yeah.” Millie responded exhaustledy. Swaying on her hooves.

“I think it tired you out too, hun.”

“Yeah.”

Moxxie chuckled, the adrenaline finally starting to wear off. “Let’s go to bed then, ok?”

“Yeah.”

Husband and wife cautiously looked to their baby. Careful to be quiet as to not send their daughter into another fit.

Back in their own bed, the couple shared one last good-night kiss. Falling asleep in each other’s arms, where not even Blitzo could bother them.

[fantabulousfunnelweb]

Chonky Spider-Tober Prompt dump (12-19)

200+ Words per Prompt, Feedback appreciated.

(Be prepped for a lot of Lore for Funnels Earth, don’t be afraid to send Asks seeking an explanation of things though, I’ll explain gladly)\

Minor Warning:

Mention of Gunshot Wounds

Minor Profanity use

Scars 

Day 12: Cold

Beanies over full-face masks look rather stupid, a token reason Funnel had forgone such a thing in exchange for a cotton-lined Pauper hat. The only problem was that with no receivers for the bioelectric seaming, this piece of headgear was sailing off his head almost every second swing. The Winter streets below echoed with the frantic shouting of the Spider, his once elegant travel turned into a display most akin to a cat in heat, darting across the air to retrieve his hat in every instance it joined the snow in their act of falling. Kyles never wholly disliked the cold, but his perspective changed after swinging around so much. “Gotcha!” he cried as they scooped their hat up from midair once more, posture going lax with relief upon his landing upon an old billboard. “This hats more trouble than it's worth, but I’d really rather not risk getting a literal brain freeze...” “Do you really like hats that much? You seriously could’ve just worn a scarf or something.” The ever investigative tones of their partner Kamala breaking the silence of the thought-to-be inactive comm line, catching the Spider off-guard and nearly causing him to drop the hat again. “Jesus Kamala, were you listening to all that?” “You bet, it's amazing how often you keep forgetting to disconnect all the time.”

Day 13: Sidekick

“Just a minute asshole, since when did I become your sidekick?”

“What? We’ve worked together a few times now, besides you’re… clearly younger.” Kyles clenched at the fists, mask furrowing quite visibly to mimic a low, angered brow. “Seriously!? You’ve been at this for how long compared to me and you think I’m just gonna happily be your sidekick?” The Defender fell silent. Funnel could see the moment of unsureness cross his face before they let out a response, “Okay well... But I’ve saved your life! That's gotta be worth something, huh kid?” “Nighthawk, look, I’m thankful for what you’ve done for me, I truly am. All I’m saying maybe you’re taking this a bit too far, I’ve got no interest playing Sidekick to anyone.” Even if he didn’t want to admit it, the Defenders were certainly right to call this guy rather self-centred, another one in the shortlist of things they agreed on. Nighthawk could see his chances slipping, and went to grasp for some kind of bribe, “But I can pay you! I can get you a better suit! Better Webs!. '' Kyles had certainly heard it all now, expression unchanged as the only thing left to do was walk out, “Get yourself a better attitude, then we’ll talk.” disappearing out the closest skylight without so much as a noise.

Day 14: Winter Suit

The dust pile coating the old closet interior kicked up into Jonathan's face, causing the unfortunate soul to become blasted with a hail of months old dust. “When the hell did you guys last clean this thing!?” Kyles sputtered through his sleeve as he shook the old hairs & dirt off of him. Darcy’s voice echoed from the bathroom down the hall in response, “Beats me, I asked Phil to clean that last month! Remind him if you see him, ‘kay Kyles?” “Yes Miss Marko!” With only minimal dust to complicate things, Jonathan began sifting through the bulging racks of downright ancient jackets, humming to himself as they inspected whatever caught their eye. Whilst he had claimed his want for a different jacket was just to mix things up, he was desperately on the search for whatever he could assemble as part of his more ‘lower-temperature’ suits. His past 2 weeks braving a New York Winter for the first time had left him barely wanting to even get out of bed. But he knew eventually Mayday would kill him if he kept the suit stuck underneath his bed for more than a week. “Do we have any fur jackets?” “Fur Jackets?! What are we, rich?” an unfortunate eavesdropper on Kyle’s own ramblings, Miss Marko barked from her porcelain palace, “Come on Johnny! It's not like you’re in the cold that long, man up!”

Day 15: Scars

“This? Bullpup Slug clipped my thigh.”

Her pale skin exposed to the harsh, crude old lighting, the interested Teens could see the splotches of raw skin faintly, like accidental paint dots blemishing an otherwise perfect canvas. Leaned in from their seats at the table, the young heroes marvelled silently at Chetz’s aging wounds, seeing it as something of a mark of dedication than a past injury. “Alright, someone else’s turn.” Silence struck the dilapidated warehouse room before someone stepped up to the plate. “Alright, Let me see what I got.” Raising a gloved band to his tightly affixed Vest, Patriot popped a button or two, “Funnel, remember the mob front we took down a month or two back in Upper Harlem?”

Eyes darted towards the Spider. His telescopic lenses shooting wide in surprise, his agape mouth shielded by the mask. “So you DID get shot?” He blurted out, curled fingers rapping against the rusted metal bench they all resided, “Why didn’t you tell me?” Patriot shook his head in return, gripping his thick undershirt and pulling it up to reveal. “It wasn’t that bad.”

“You got shot!”

“I got better.”

Funnel arched himself over his chair, head staring up into the dingy, grime coated ceiling lights. “Christ Patey, If all our adventures don’t kill you, I will myself someday.

Day 16: Movie

“Snacks too? I don’t want to take too much of your money...”

Chetznakova didn’t listen, shoving the note into his arms and strutting past him towards the snack booth, followed quickly by Kamala & Elijah. Kyles had no other choice but to follow, kicking off his heel to catch up with them once more, “I’ll try not to get too much, I’d-“

“Jonathan. Seriously, It’s fine.” It hardly felt that way for him, spider-senses rendering them alert to the prying eyes of public onlookers. Compared to his friends, he didn’t look like the sort to be hanging around this part of town. “I-... Okay.” The harsh lighting of the tiled snack booth bathed the quartet of teens in light, reflecting off the weathered plastic candy containers that they began to pick at with the aid of equally small shovels. “I’ve been waiting to see this movie for a while, you guys?” Looking to change the subject to another topic, he gazed towards his compatriots, waiting to see who would receive & answer. 

“Saw the first movie last month, didn’t look like a bad idea to see the sequel when you guys offered.” Chetz relayed, scooping a handful of sour gummy-bears into her snack bag. “It reminds me though, we hitting any more places after this?”

Day 17: Town

KA-CHING

A momentary transaction brought the fresh paper bag into his grasp, weighed down by its cargo as it dangled lightly in the air. “Thanks Sir!”The Spiders eyes fell onto the Umbrakenite to his right, staring her featureless costume in its face. The Shadow-being met his gaze with the void of her own, almost motionless as light ceased around her. “What.”“Say Thank you.”Her head noticeably twitched in confusion, “Sorry, What?”Funnel gestured to the employee at the register, clearly too deep into his graveyard shift to emote to any substantial degree. “He let us buy snacks”“So? That’s his job.”Knocking his head back, the Funnel-Web pulled the shopping bag to his side, “Y-... Whatever Let's go.” Turning on his heel to brush past the counter and onto the short path outside, Dusk followed without a moment's hesitation, taking to his side in an instant. “Did we get those Chips Patriot wanted?”

“Yes.” Parting the bag open with a thumb to double-check its contents before scrunching it back closed in a fist. “...Do you want your thing yet?” choosing to look past her lack of gratitude for the team being, he awaited her answer.

“...Yes, Thank You.” A surge of momentary anger dashed through his system, snapping in & out of gaze with the Unregistered as they frustratingly reach into their bag and snatch a carton of Orange Juice from within, thrusting it into her grasp in their attempt to avoid doing anything overly aggressive

Day 18: Luck

The moments between the bullet graze & the ensuing pain certainly made top-list of worst moments Kyles ever had this week. An almost deadly High-caliber round piercing the dense mesh of his suit as the albeit minor impact still sent him flailing through the sky, buckling the reinforced steel of a car roof upon touchdown with the street. The aches of a bruised back paled in comparison to the torn flesh & muscle of his left arm, a holeshot clean through the Spiders tricep and leaving him to bleed across his side and the dented metal of some unfortunate person car.

Sensations dulled as the world around him began to fade, the blinking lenses of his mask informing its hazy user of the blood they’ve lost before coming to reap the consequences of such loss, vision going dark as the disturbing bliss of silence washed over them…

“Jonathan...”

The word prodded at his subconscious like a fly, persisting as the world around the Spider began slowly, yet surely creeping back into conscious. Shapes formed, colours came into sight, and the fuzzy blob in the near-distance was saying something.

“Woah Woah, stay still there Kyles, We-... You’re still hurt.”

Without so much as thinking, the wounded youth shifted his feet, unable to feel them underneath the electric blanket coating them, inciting a tired groan of partial panic & frustration.

“The hell did I just say?! Just… Lay down okay? You’re lucky to even be awake right now after that.”

Day 19: Freestyle

Kyles always considered himself to have a weird relationship with pets, minor allergies aside, he enjoyed their presence, yet whenever one got close, strings of panic never failed to dart his mind, feeling as if at any point they would grow hostile and attack him, and now? His latent fears had paid off after so long. His soles met the intricate ceiling with a hard thud, curling up with his hat firmly within hold as Miss Hardy's ravenous cats hissed and leapt in an attempt to claw & maim the intruder, their wild scampering rousing the attention of their owner from their slumber.

“Castel!?! What’s all the noise about-”

“Uh… Hello Miss Hardy!”

Her snow-white hair frayed and her night-gown creased, Felicia Hardy gazed upwards to the unexpected entry, currently cowering in fear on the ceiling to escape her… aggressive family.

Furrowing her wrinkled brow, she reached the cat bell from the high-shelf and jostled it, the piercing brass-on-brass echoing across the room and bringing the ravenous feline herd to a stop. “Run along now children, Mommy has business.” a dismissive gesture scattering them in flocks back to their mundane cat lives.

“Th-Thank you Miss Hardy.”

“Save it Little Spider, Care to explain what you’re doing here?”

The affectionate nicknames never failed to irk Kyles the wrong way, feeling the hair stand up on his arms as he fumbled for his purpose of coming here.

“Its Barracuda, I think he's sent someone after you.”

[cursed-in-barovia]

SESSION 12:

  Before continuing their search for Lela, the party looted the ghouls and wight they had just defeating.  The clothing they were wearing was tattered and valueless, but the wight still wore an ornate bronze torc around his wrist.  The sparkle of a jeweled bracelet that was laying in the light, snow covered ground caught Zoras’ attention.  Devotion could then be seen heading back in the direction they came from. She mentioned something about hearing the voice of Tayrizha in her head and calling her back to camp.

  While the rest carried on, it wasn’t long before Dundee’s whip signaled that danger was near.  He spotted large, fresh wolf tracks crossing their path.  Then, suddenly the party was flanked by two hungry winter wolves.  Dundee set his magical snare trap, while the rest shot arrows and bolts, swung fists and axes, created bonfires, etc.  The party was able to fight off the wolves, thanks to the help of a successful capture from Dundee’s snare.

   The group followed the forest trail for another two hours.  The dense trees gave way to a large, rocky clearing nearly a hundred feet in diameter.  At the center of this clearing, seven massive, weather-worn stones were jutting from the ground like blunt, misshapen teeth.  At the center of these standing stones was a small hill bearing a flat, table-like rock.  A man is stretched across this table, bound with ropes and struggling weakly.  A Vistani woman stood above him, her pallid skin hanging loosely on her frame.  She held aloft a stone bowl in a clawed hand.

   It didn’t take much for the party to realize they needed to form a plan to scope out the clearing before heading toward the center. Tomigot and Zoras stayed, while Dundee and Scabs headed right and Nori and Zemotta headed left.  On the ride of the outcropping, Dundee could see a ghoul lurking around one of the large stones surrounding Lela, or what she had become.  On the left, Zemotta and Nori could see a ghast keeping guard by another one of the large stones.  As if in unison, Tomigot charged in, full speed toward the center, Dundee ran forward to throw alchemist fire at the ghoul, but missed, Nori shot a bolt at the ghast, while Zemotta rushed toward it with her monkish speed.  Zoras quickly followed Tomigot and decided to enlarge his melee-fighting friends.

   Suddenly Tomigot and Zemotta grew larger in size and decided to focus their attacks on the ghast, before moving on to Lela.  The stench of the undead creature did not phase them.  The frenzy and his new enlarged size excited Tomigot.  After the ghast received several attacks from Nori and Zemotta, Tomigot raised his great axe with both hands, and chopped down with full force, cleaving the ghast in half, from head to groin, straight down the spine.

   Meanwhile Dundee and Zoras focused attacks on the ghoul, while making sure Lela didn’t try to get away.   But seeing the destruction that Tomigot was causing, Lela focused her Vistani eyes toward him, causing him to feel episodes of sharp pain inside his head. Tomigot tried to shake it off, picked up his shield, and ran to the ghoul that Dundee, Scabs, and Zoras were trying to defeat, and was currently surround by fire; both magical and chemical. Lela followed.  She gave Tomigot a strong swipe of her monstrous claw and then grappled him, with her mouth open wide, ready to bite.  But before she could sink her teeth into him, Zemotta made her way over and sent a strong fist of air at Lela, knocking her off Tomigot as if flicking a tick off of skin.  Lela fell prone to the ground, making her perfectly vulnerable.  Everyone tried their best to attack her while she was down. Then Tomigot, after nearly have been bit by yet another seemingly cursed creature, dropped his shield, raised his great axe with both hands, again, and swing down even harder than before, slicing through Lela’s torso, right at her revealed belly button, causing her body to split in half and separating two inches apart due to the force of the blow.

   “I LIKE BEING BIG!” Tomigot roared.

   “Is…is it over?  Is she dead?” said the voice of a weak man; the one laying on the stone table. Hanzi.

   He begged to be untied and profusely thanks the party for saving his life.  He wasn’t sure what had gotten into Lela, but she hadn’t been herself for a few days. Intimidated by Tomigot’s size, he mentioned that Lela was wearing lots of nice jewelry that he bought her as gifts. He offered all of it to the group for saving his life, repeated his many thanks, but did not want to have any further association with them, after witnessing the events that just occurred.  At the first chance of an awkward silence, Hanzi ran off and disappeared into the woods. Zemotta then realized she still had the wind fan that Donani gave her to give to Lela, but now she’s dead, so now she can keep the fan!  The party took a short rest.

   As if it were routine, Zoras then formed an ice sled and loaded up Lela’s body halves onto it to haul back to the Moslavaric camp. Dundee lead the way with no signals from his whip for the entire journey.

  The Moslavarics were huddled together at their camp while watching the adventurers return.  They could see that Zoras was hauling something…a body.  Once the party was close enough, they could confirm that it was Lela on the sled.  The look of many questions appeared on the Moslavarics faces.

   “What happened!? Explain!” demanded the captain, Keldro.

   The party explained that something happened to Lela and that she was trying to do some sort of ritual on Hanzi and that she almost bit Tomigot!  Tomigot felt terrible for slicing her in half, but she was very dangerous.  The Moslavarics were shocked to hear what had happened, but also had a feeling Lela wasn’t herself and seemed to be prepared for bad news.  They understood that killing her was the best thing to do and thanked the party for taking care of things by offering them a meal and a place to rest before continuing their own quest.

   With the news of Lela quickly spreading around camp, kids could be seen rummaging through Lela’s vardo.  Zemotta and Nori shooed them away before taking a peek for themselves to see if there was anything useful inside.

   It was about midday and the party still needed to get to the village of Barovia.  The Moslavarics told them that they were only about a half day away and could probably make it before sunset if they move quickly.  They ate their meals and were able to rest just a bit more before heading South.  Devotion wanted to stay behind to learn from Tayrizha, and the family made sure that they would make sure she would return to the group safely, soon.

   A few hours into their trek, Dundee’s whip gave a signal. The grunt of a bear and the skittering of many rats could be heard approaching.  Zemotta and Dundee were initially unphased by an encounter of swarms of rats.  They had not experienced their resilience like the others had.  Dudnee set a trap, which the bear walked into, while the others slash, skewered, and kicked rat after rat.  The rats, however, didn’t go out without a vicious, and annoying fight as Tomigot took the brunt of their repeated bites.  They got a taste of Zemotta, too, where, in return, Scabs got a taste of the rats.  Eventually the bear and rats were slain.  The party got quite the workout, but the still had to get to Barovia.

   Eventually the path they were on lead to a lake, several hundred feet across.  It was about dusk, and the glow of a campfire surrounded by more Vistani wagons could be seen across the water in the distance.  The party searched along the shore looking for a way to cross since swimming the large lake would take a while.  Dundee was able to find the river inlet that fed the lake.  There were sections of it where rocks stuck out of the river enough to act as stepping stones.  Zoras gracefully swam across.  Tomigot carried Zemotta across, just by trudging through the river.  The water only came up to his thighs. Dundee and Nori hopped across the stones, while Scabs swim across, as well.

   The Vistani camp was not too far away.  Five colorful round tents, each ten feet in diameter, were pitched outside a ring of four barrel-topped wagons.  A much larger tent stood near the short of the lake, its sagging form lit from within.  Near that tent, eight unbridled horses were drinking from the river.  As they approached, they could hear the mournful strains of an accordion clash with the singing of several brightly clad figures around a bonfire.  Twelve Vistani were standing and sitting around the fire, telling stories and guzzling wine.

   “Hello, there?” Zemotta carefully yelled out, catching the attention of a few of the many Vistani.

   Meanwhile Dundee tried to sneak around to one of the wagons.

   “Ah, we’ve been expecting you!  Come along, we’ll pour you a drink!” welcomed one of the men.  “Are you hungry”?

   Tomigot and Zemotta were like kids in a candy store.

   A few moment later the man stopped to think.  “Hold on, there’s only 4 of you.  Where’s the other.”

   Some rustling could be heard from behind one of the wagons.

  “Go check that out!” ordered the man to a few other nearby Vistani men.

  “Who goes there!?” they yell.

  Dundee emerges from behind the wagon.

  “Oye! I’ve come to play you a little diddy!” Dundee says, as he pulls out his digeridoo.

   The men were a little confused, albeit they were a bit tipsy, but they ordered Dundee to join the rest of the party.  “You’re welcome to play music with the rest of us.”

   Some of the Vistani women were dancing to the music. Zoras joined in while Tomigot indulged himself with lots of wine.  

   The music then died down and it was time for stories.

   “Oh, you want a story? I’ve got stories!” Dundee then went on to tell of his days in the jungle and the crocodiles.  A lot of the Vistani seemed to not understand what he was saying, while others weren’t sure if his tales were true as they seemed too fantastical. Some were simply too intoxicated to follow along.

   After Dundee was done telling his story, another Vistani began recounts of a tale of his own.

  “A mighty wizard came to this land over a year ago.  I remember him like it was yesterday.  He stood exactly where you’re standing.  A very charismatic man, he was.  He thought he could rally the people of Barovia against the devil Strahd.  He stirred them with thought of revolt and bore them to the castle en masse.

  “When the vampire appeared, the wizard’s peasant army fled in terror.  A few stood their ground and were never seen again.

   “The wizard and the vampire cast spells at each other. Their battle flew from the courtyards of Ravenloft to a precipice overlooking the falls.  I saw the battle with my own eyes.  Thunder shook the mountainside, and great rocks tumbled down upon the wizard, yet by his magic he survived.  Lightning from the heavens struck the wizard, and again he stood his ground.  But when the devil Strahd fell upon him, the wizard’s magic couldn’t save him.  I saw him thrown a thousand feet to his death. I climbed down to the river to search for the wizard’s body, to see if, you know, he had anything of value, but the River Ivlis had already spirited him away.

   “Gah, his name escapes me.  It sounded important.  I think it started with an M.”

   The Vistani looks over to the adventurers, “It was fated that you would visit our humble camp. Madam Eva foretold your coming.  She awaits you.”  He points them over to the largest tent.

   Magic flames were casting a reddish glow over the interior of her tent, revealing a low table covered in black velvet cloth.  Glints of light seemed to flash from a crystal ball on the table as a hunched figure peered into its depths.  As the crone spoke, her voice crackled like dry weeds. “At last you have arrived!” Cackling laughter burst like mad lightning from her withered lips.

   Madame Eva nodded and named each party member and gave a few words to each of them.

   “Tomigot, you are meant to be a leader….a leader of the pack! Nori, friends are worth more than money. You are rich!  Dundee, playing your native instrument may bring memories from home.  Zemotta, once you harness the power of the elements, you will be a force to be reckoned with! Zoras, your narcissism may attract more attention than you bargained for.”

   “Good or bad attention?” Zoras quickly asked for elaboration.

   “Both!” Madame Eva responded.  Zoras snapped his fingers in disappointment.

   “Now, would you me to do a card reading?” Madame Eva asked, while shuffling cards from a Torokka deck in her hands.  The party was delighted and agreed to the reading.

    “I suppose you want to know why you’re all here.  You have the power to stop a powerful curse that this land has been under for centuries.  These cards will give you clues to help you!”

    Madame Eva kindly asked Zemotta to remove the crown cards from the deck.  She then shuffles the rest of the cards.

    “This card tells of history.  Knowledge of the ancient will help you better understand your enemy.”  Madame Eva revealed the top card of the deck; Mercenary. “Your treasure lies in a house that many enter, but fewer leave.”

    “This card tells of a powerful force for good and protection, a holy symbol of great hope.” She reveals the second card; Paladin.  “I see a sleeping prince, a servant of light and the brother of darkness.  The treasure lies with him.”

    “This card is a card of power and strength.  It tells of the weapon of vengeance: a sword of sunlight.” She reveals the third card; Abjurer.  “I see a fallen house guarded by a great stone dragon.  Look to the highest peak.”

    Madame Eva asks for the crown cards that Zemotta was holding. She shuffled them and continued to draw cards.

   “This card sheds light on one who will help you greatly in the battle against darkness.” She revealed the top card; Marionette. “What horror is this?  I see a man made by a man. Ageless and alone, it haunts the towers of the castle.” Madame Eva seemed to be unapproving of this card.

   “Your enemy is a creature of darkness, whose powers are beyond mortality. This card will lead you to him!” She drew a second card from the crown deck; Mists.  Madame Eva’s shoulders sunk. “The cards can’t see where the evil lurks.  The mists obscure all!”  She gave out a deep sigh.

    “Well, I hope this will give you a good start.”

    Tomigot then asks if she could read palms.  She did, and gave him a reading.  She saw great leadership in him, could see the impression the werewolf experience left on him.  The wolf was still a part of him.

   Zoras quickly asked for his turn at a reading.  Madame Eva had a look of disgust on her face. “I don’t know where those things have been,” referring to his hands.

   “You already know me too well,” Zoras said proudly.  She went on to tell him that his promiscuity could get him in trouble, and that he may not even be aware of the lasting effects his has caused him already.

    Zemotta wanted a reading, too.  Madame Eva told her that she should trust her “vision”, giving her a little wink.  Zemotta seemed to know what that meant.

   Nori was shy but stuck her hand toward Madame Eva.  She elaborated about what she meant about having friends.  She was no longer the loner she thought she was.  She was surrounded by family and that she should protect them to keep is that way.

   Madame Eva then looked at Dundee, asking if he wanted his palm read, without saying a word.  Dundee straightened his body and set his hand down in front of her.  She told him that he seems to be misunderstood many times, especially when he tells of his tales.  But soon, they will understand.

   “I think we’ve had enough readings for tonight.  You have a long road ahead of you.  Feel free to spend the night here.  We’ll feed you in the morning before you go off to save Barovia from this dreaded curse!”

   Many of the other Vistani were passed out at the fire or in their wagons.  The party tried their best to make comfortable arrangements to catch some much-needed sleep for what lied next.

 …..To be Continued.

[itscanonfellas]

You Could Call It Love 4/6

Part 4/6

Rating: General

Pairing: Liam Dunbar/Theo Raeken, Implied Nolan/Brett Talbot

Being Liam’s ride home meant Theo had to wait every day until lacrosse practice was finished and then even longer for Liam to shower before they headed home. Today is no exception.

Being Liam’s ride home meant Theo had to wait every day until lacrosse practice was finished and then even longer for Liam to shower before they headed home. Today is no exception.

Theo’s sat on a bench just outside of the school; scrolling through his photos absentmindedly just to fill in the time. Maybe he should start bringing a book or something? Or maybe just make Liam walk home?

No, Theo isn’t that cruel.

He’s barely even been there an hour when someone slides onto the seat across from Theo and he glances up. Nolan stares at Theo without a word; reeking of nervousness and almost curled in on himself as though he’s conflicted on what he’s here for.

It becomes clear after a few minutes Nolan isn’t going to speak first so Theo relents “…Can I…help you?”

Nolan’s tugging on the cuffs of his jumper; fiddling with the worn fabric and tugging at the stray thread he finds there. Despite his reluctance to talk he eventually mutters out in a low voice “How do you know if you like somebody?”

Now, had he not had supernatural hearing, Theo would have missed what Nolan said, but he hears it clearly and he can’t stop the cruel laugh that breaks free from him “What?”

“How do you know if you like somebody?”

“No I heard you the first time” Though Theo’s quite surprised Nolan repeated himself and didn’t just turn tails and run instead “Why are you coming to me?”

“Well” Nolan clears his throat; shuffling in his seat nervously. God the kids more fidgety than Stiles and that alone is an impressive feat “Liam’s just finishing up practice and I heard that you two were…”

Although Nolan trails off, Theo fills in the gaps fairly quickly. So word has gotten out around school then. He couldn’t say he was surprised, in Beacon Hills, gossip travels fast and if somebody got a wind of the pack discussing his and Liam’s new ‘relationship’ then it was inevitable really. “That me and Liam are dating?” Nolan nods his head and keeps his gaze on the table between them, still flooding the air with embarrassment “So what’s that got to do with anything?”

“I just assumed you’d know what to expect when you have feelings for somebody, like what made you realise you liked Liam?”

He could just say he didn’t want to talk about it and kindly tell Nolan to fuck off. He wasn’t by any means close with the ex-hunter, hell he only really spoke to him a few times when he sat with the pack for lunch.

But for some reason, Theo doesn’t do any of those things.

His mouth started talking before his brain caught up. “Well obviously you spend as much time with the person as possible and you get the whole butterflies in your stomach shit” Nolan’s gaze looks up from the table to meet Theo’s, seemingly surprised that Theo responds to his question. “But” he continues “Their presence sort of…comforts you? I guess? Whenever they’re around they fill you with a kind of warmth that just settles in your chest and even when they aren’t there, it still lingers; they’re the kind of person you’ll do anything for if just to be with them for a second…” With a delayed horror, Theo realises he’s been throwing all his feelings about Liam out to Nolan and he clears his throat, awkwardly finishing with “So yeah you’ll know you like someone, trust me”

“You really like Liam, don’t you?” The awe in Nolan’s expression is what makes Theo agree without hesitation.

“More than anything”

For a moment, the silence spreads between the two as they sit in awkward stillness, Nolan pondering to himself over what Theo’s confessed and Theo having a minor breakdown over letting himself ramble on like that. Why were feelings so utterly baffling? “…and how do you know if they like you back?” Nolan finally replies, voice returning to a meek whisper, as if it’s a question for himself but Theo humours him.

“I wish I knew that myself, Nolan”

In the quiet, Theo can hear the lacrosse team in the locker room getting showered after a long practice – one Nolan should be at now that Theo thinks about it – and what sounds like the band practicing for the competition a week from now. The sun has almost finished setting and the dark is starting to creep in alongside a chill but it calms Theo more than anything. Beacon Hills is a safe town now and it’s soothing to sit in the stillness the night provides.

The honk of a horn cuts whatever peace Theo feels in half and his head whips to where a lanky figure is leaning against a car; waving a hand in a come here motion. “HEY NOLAN!” Brett Talbot hollers, still dressed in his lacrosse shorts and undershirt as he beckons Nolan over “YOU COMING OR WHAT?”

“One sec!” Nolan calls back and stands up out of his seat, smile playing on his face and cheeks flushing a pleasant red as he pulls his backpack back onto his back. “Thanks for the talk I just…really needed it”

All nervousness Nolan had smelled of previously is replaced with an air of content and something that makes it all fall into place for Theo and he’s reaching out to grab Nolan’s arm before he can walk away “Hey” Nolan spins to face Theo again, expression questioning but the smile hasn’t faded from his face “Be careful with Brett, I can tell you really care about him but, well, his track record isn’t all that great”

“Believe me, I know but he isn’t as bad as you and Liam think he is”

Theo releases his grasp on Nolan with a nod and sits back down “One more thing?”

“Shoot”

“If you’re worried about him not liking you back, I wouldn’t be so sure” Nolan arches an eyebrow “He can smell the attraction on you, if he didn’t like you he’d have to told you so by now”

“What?!” Nolan hisses lowly and he’s clearly startled; bringing his jumper to his nose to sniff almost automatically causing Theo to smirk at the sudden panic from the boy “Oh shit”

“Good luck on the ride home, you might need it”

Nolan scampers away toward Brett and Theo tries to mask the fact he’s listening in on them. “Everything okay?” Brett quizzes as soon as Nolan reaches him; ducking his head to hear Nolan a little better and Nolan looks like he’s going to explode as he shrugs.

“Just talking don’t worry, you ready?”

Brett nods and holds the door for Nolan to hop into the passenger side and then his gaze lingers on Theo for a second, watching the Chimera who throws his hand in the air for a wave “Bye lovebirds!” Brett rolls his eyes before hopping into his car and then backing out of the school parking lot.

Brett and Nolan, who would have thought.

“Hey” Theo wouldn’t admit it but he hadn’t heard Liam pop up at all so when he shows up suddenly at his side, Theo jumps in his seat and shoots around to look at Liam.

“Geez” Theo wheezes and clutches his chest “You all finished?”

“What was all that with Nolan?” Liam asks instead of answering the question, ignoring it entirely to stare at Theo like he’s just killed his dog or something.

“Nolan?” Liam nods in confirmation “He needed some advice about some stuff don’t worry about it” Theo’s secretly hoping Liam had only caught a glimpse of his and Nolan’s conversation because otherwise Theo’s pretty sure he’ll die again except this time from embarrassment and he’d take Kira’s sword with him so he could stay dead.

Liam stares Theo down at first, as if gauging if he’s lying or not before spinning on his heels and turning back to the direction of Theo’s truck and walking away without another word. Now that’s not right.

“Hey” Theo calls after Liam who doesn’t stop “Is everything alright?” there’s no way Liam can’t hear him so that can only mean Liam’s ignoring him. Great, just great. “Liam will you hold the fuck on?!” Increasing his walk to a sprint he gets ahead of Liam just as they reach his truck and he grabs Liam by the shoulders. “What’s up with you?”

Liam ducks his head down so he’s avoiding Theo’s gaze and shrugs out of Theo’s hold; attempting to duck past Theo but Theo puts himself in Liam’s path again. “It’s nothing”

“Says the guy who looks like I’ve just told him Santa isn’t real” Liam doesn’t acknowledge the biting comment; just reaches a hand under Theo’s arm to pull at the truck handle but Theo’s quick to lock it.

When his futile pulling doesn’t open the door, Liam turns to glare at Theo finally and it’s half-hearted at best. “Open it”

“No” Theo denies and shoves the key back into his back pocket and out of Liam’s range. “I’m not opening it till we talk about what’s got your panties in a twist”

“I said it’s nothing just open the damn door, Theo”

Whether he realises it or not, Liam’s eyes flash gold in warning at Theo, the tiniest hint of fangs peeking out as he snarls but Theo gives as good as he gets. His eyes flash in return “Not going to pull that shit on me little wolf, spill”

“Why do you care?”

“The same reason why I wait for you afterschool to give you a lift” Liam’s nose scrunches at Theo’s evasiveness “Just give me a hint”

“There’s nothing to hint”

“Bullshit! just tell me what’s bugging you so I don’t have to ride home with a werewolf having a tantrum”

“Then I’ll WALK!” Liam turns on his heels and walks away from Theo and the truck but Theo isn’t finished, not by a longshot.

He catches Liam’s arm and tugs him back in order to prevent him from storming off again “JUST TALK TO ME LIAM FOR FUCK SA-!”

“I SAID IT’S NOTHING!” Liam spins around; throwing Theo’s hand away from his arm and he’s seething; eyes gold and snarl bubbling forth from his chest; claws out and catching Theo’s wrist a little as he pushes it away. “I’M JUST BEING STUPID AND OVERREACTING OVER THE LITTLEST THINGS AND I-!” Liam’s voice breaks just a fraction but it’s seemingly enough to get him to calm down a little. His gaze is to the ground once more and his arms comes to hold himself loosely and finishes rather pathetically “…I just had a rough day, a shitty, rough day”.

The whole display would have been a lot more threatening had Theo not seen the tears caught on Liam’s eyelashes.

“Hey” Theo states almost softly, Liam remains where he is “Come here”

Cautiously, he reaches a hand out and –when he’s sure Liam’s not going to rip it off – he places it onto Liam’s shoulder and pulls Liam into a hug. Liam goes easily enough, Theo’s arms coming to wrap around his shoulders firmly while Liam’s own fingers dig into the back of Theo’s shirt. “S’ dumb” Liam mumbles against the skin of Theo’s neck and Theo’s embrace tightens.

“It’s not, you may be dumb but being torn up over a shitty day isn’t”

Rather than a punch, Theo’s comment receives a laugh from Liam, the short, warm burst of breath ghosting his skin as Liam rocks them back a little “You suck”

“Only for a price” another laugh. Theo counts them both as a success.

“Can we head home?”

“Sure…but first I want ice cream”

Liam shoots back to stare at Theo, suddenly beaming widely and Theo’s heart stutters in his chest, as if it’s about to give out on him. And it wouldn’t be a bad way to go. “You buying?”

“If you hurry it up” Before he can even blink, Liam’s running towards the truck yelling at Theo to race him though there’s little chance he’ll win. Cheating bastard. Later as they’re sat in the ice cream parlour, nudging each other beneath the table with their feet, Liam brings up Nolan again “So what amazing advice did you give to him anyway?”

Theo shrugs “I think he has a crush on someone and he just wanted to know whether he liked them or not” He won’t tell Liam it’s Brett, neither Nolan nor Brett would hear the end of it and that might put a bit of a mood killer on whatever’s blossoming between them. Liam stares at Theo for a long time and then, seemingly pleased by Theo’s answer, moves his attention back to his almost empty bowl.

“I want another one”

“Go get it yourself I’m not your slave”

“You’re the worst boyfriend ever” Liam pouts; shoving his last spoonful in his mouth and Theo feels that budding warmth settle in his chest again, pleasant but also nauseating because this can’t last forever, nothing does.

And then Liam’s leaning across the table to take Theo’s spoon from his bowl and scooping up some ice cream. “HEY!” Liam shoves the spoon into his mouth before Theo can stop him “You traitorous bastard!”

From another table a woman and her two children shoot the pair a dirty look but Liam’s far too busy trying not to choke on the very spoon he’s got in his mouth as he giggles boisterously at Theo’s dismay.

Theo joins in not long after.

[beepbeeprichiellc]

Prom

Summary: Eddie heads to prom stag, only things take a terrible turn mid way.

A/N: *Warning* Homophobic slurs. I wrote three ending to this story and yet I still hate it. What is it missing?

Word Count: 3175

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Eddie scrunched his face pitifully, his refection mimicking his actions. He pulled at his rented tux awkwardly, suddenly feeling suffocated by the fabric. His skin crawled at the thought of all of the other people who had worn these clothes before him, embedding their dead skin and germs into fibers. He shuttered, desperate to peel off the monkey suit and bleach the bacteria off of his body. Mentally he cursed at himself for agreeing to this, he didn’t do these types of things and yet here he stood in his friend’s bedroom, daydreaming about the shower that was undoubtedly in his future.

“Stop fidgeting, you look great.” Mike muttered, entering his bedroom, practically beaming with confidence. Eddie looked his friend over, and felt his heart melt. He couldn’t help but to admire the way the tuxedo hugged his athletic body perfectly, making him look older than he actually was. Hanlon looked good, and Eddie swore he looked like a scarecrow in compression. 

“Says the next James fucking Bond.” The smaller boy sneered, feeling a sudden wave of jealously wash over him. With a heavy groan he sat on the bed, his heart heavy and doubtful. “I shouldn’t even go.” He complained, his stomach churning nervously. “I’m going to stand out like a sore thumb without a date.”

“I don’t have a date either.” Mike corrected, gathering his keys and wallet from the nightstand. “That’s why we are going stag.”

Eddie rolled his eyes, “You don’t have a date by choice.” He corrected, “I’m just the pathetic friend without another option.”

Mike sighed, shaking his head in a mixture of annoyance and pity. “Look,” he started, pulling his friend from the bed. “I asked you to go with me because I know you will have fun. Forget about him okay, it’s his loss for not asking you.”

“But-“

“No buts Eddie.” Mike interjected, “We will be each other’s wing men. You have a way with the ladies that I seem to lack and I know a football player who has been hiding in the closet since day one.”

The small boy couldn’t help the smirk that pulled at the corners of his mouth, he looked at his friend and felt a budding appreciation for his persistence. “Thanks Mike, you’re the best.” He half muttered, feeling embarrassment claw against his chest.

“Tis nothing my friend.” He replied with a playful shove. “We better get going or we’ll be late.”

Eddie nodded, following his friend through the threshold of his room and out the front door. He could feel himself shake as his nerves settled in. As he hopped into Mike’s beat up truck he felt a wave of nausea hit him, suddenly aware of what he was actually doing. He looked over to his friend who smiled kindly to him before turning the ignition.

Eddie was worried, not just for prom but for the boy who had overlooked him completely. He frowned, watching Mike’s dirt road disappear behind them. Derry flew by and as the high school come into view the anxious boy couldn’t remember why he had agreed to this.

He knew his mistake as soon as he caught a glimpse of the scraggly boy all in black but it was already too late to turn back.

The blaring music already echoed through the halls. Eddie cursed and complained, mostly to himself, about his stupid judgment. As they entered the gym he was overcame by a sea of blue, blue banners, tablecloths, decorations. Everything was decorated in a variation of aquatic colors. Mike laughed, mocking the undersea theme, explaining how he had had a crush on Arial from the little mermaid. Eddie couldn’t help but laugh and admit he found Eric oddly attractive.

Not soon after they had passed the photographer they heard an enthusiastic squeal. Eddie turned just in time to catch Beverly in his arms, her smile practically radiating off of her. Mike chuckled, as the small boy struggled to twirl the girl who was half a foot taller than him. As he sat her down he was finally able to take her in, and she looked stunning. Her emerald full length gown glimmered in the dim lighting, her makeup lightly painted on her already beautiful face, it was simple and yet perfect for his ember haired friend.

“God damn Bev, you look gorgeous.” Eddie mused, looking over to her date whose shirt matched her dress.  “And Ben doesn’t look to bad either.”

“Us?” Beverly gushed, “Look at you two, you guys are so handsome!”

A blush grew along the small boys face as he shook his head, “I feel like a circus monkey.” He muttered under his breath.

Ben chuckled, fondly patting him on the back, “No she’s right you both look very good in your tuxes.”

Eddie shrugged, feeling suddenly embarrassed by his attire. He smiled politely to his friend, allowing the complement to roll off of his skin. The next to arrive was Bill and Stan, both of them sporting a pink shirt under their suites.

“W-we are fighting t-the system.” Bill explained as he gripped his date’s hand. Stan merely rolled his eyes, a hint of a blush tainting his porcelain skin. Eddie couldn’t help respect the two and the statement they stood for.  “S-Stan won’t admit i-it, but he lo-loves it.”

The group admired one another, blissfully unaware of the couple who had snuck up behind them. Eddie was the first to notice the boy’s slick hair and all black attire. He winked at him, his smile causing butterflies to erupt in Eddie’s stomach. “Richie.” The small boy breathed, the name falling from his lips without grace.

Mike noticed Eddie’s sudden ridged stance and looked over to his trashmouth friend. “Hey there Rich.” He announced, offering a polite nod before moving protectively closer to Eddie. “Didn’t see you there.”

Richie smiled, pulling his date with him as he entered the group’s semi-circle. Eddie cringed at the girl’s vulgar attire, feeling his stomach churn as he looked over her overly tight red dress. She was well endowed, and took prom as an opportunity to show off her goods.

“This is Vivian.” Richie mused as he wrapped his arm around his date’s tiny waist. Vivian waved with little enthusiasm, practically dismissing them. “Wowza’s am I right?” He joked, a small smirk growing on his face.

The losers grew silent and Eddie could feel their eyes slowly make their way to him. He felt disgusted, completely dirty with what was in front of him. Richie had ripped his heart out and now, in front of the entire school, he stomped it into pieces. His eyes became heavy from the weight of his tears and he was forced to rub his face against Mike’s jacket just to keep them from falling. Mike subtly gripped his shoulder for support.

Beverly scoffed, “Geez couldn’t find a smaller dress Vivian?”

“At least I have something to show off honey.” Vivian sneered, clutching onto Richie’s shoulder.

“Okay, put away the claws girls, you’re both pretty.” Richie joked, pulling his date tightly against him. The young girl grinned before leaning into Richie, whispering something into his ear. His face suddenly flustered before he cleared his throat, “Well this has been fun you guys. See ya around.” A shit eating grin grew on Vivian’s face as she shot one last look to Beverly before Richie pulled her away from his friends, disappearing in the mass of high school students.

“What a piece of work.” Stan muttered, there was an accumulated agreement between the others before the conversation moved along. Eddie couldn’t help but stare at the place Richie had stood, he imagined what filthy things the girl had whispered into his ear. His chest felt heavy, and it took everything he had not to turn away and leave.

“Y-you okay E-Eddie?” Eddie jumped at the sound of Bill’s voice, pulling him back to reality.

“Yeah.” He lied, biting his lip. “I’m okay.”  

The night progressed slowly, eventually Mike had found a girl who had absorbed his attention completely. It had been Eddie’s smooth talking that had earned his friend a dance, to which Mike was extremely grateful. Now Eddie found himself alone, sitting at an empty table while his friends became engrossed in their good time.

Fuck, he hated prom.

“Don’t look so down Eddie.” A voice whispered causing the small boys neck to snap in their direction. Eddie was surprised to find one of Mike’s football friends taking a seat beside him. The losers had met the kid once or twice at a party but his name slipped past Eddie.

“Uh,-” Eddie stuttered, suddenly flustered by the blonde haired boy. “I’m sorry but I can’t seem to remember your name.” He admitted feeling his face heat up at his own embarrassment.

The jock chuckled, “Nick.” He replied softly, leaning in uncomfortably close to Eddie. “I’m one of Mike’s friends.”

“I-uh-yeah I’ve seen you around.” Eddie muttered, leaning back in his chair. He could feel the boys eyes burn his skin as a lustful emotion swirled around in his deep blue pools. This made the small boy uncomfortable, not wanting to be a victim of the jocks advances. “Have-have you seen Mike?” He managed to squeak half heartily.

“I’ve been watching you.” Nick cooed, completely ignoring Eddie’s question. “I don’t see myself as a faggot but I think I can get used to the idea of you under me.”

Eddie’s eyes widened at the blunt statement. He stood from his chair quickly, feeling his chest burn with disgust. “I don’t think so.” Nick whispered, grabbing hold of Eddie’s hand, painfully squeezing his fingers. “Relax there big boy I won’t bite unless you tell me to.”

“Let me go!” Eddie hissed, desperately trying to pull his hand from his grasp. Tears welded in his eyes as Nick’s grip tightened causing Eddie’s fingers to rub against each other. Fear began to build in his stomach as he frantically looked for his friends, desperate for help.

“Hey you should be thankful I’m taking a liking to you.” Nick sneered, standing from his seat and pulling the smaller boy to his chest. “A queer like you would be lucky to end up with someone like me.”

Eddie pushed against the boy’s torso. He could feel Nick’s hot breath against his skin and he swolled the urge to throw up. Hot tears began to burn his cheeks as he fought the unwanted advances. “No, let me go!” Eddie demanded, his voice cracking with emotion.

“Listen here faggot.” Nick hissed, pulling at Eddie’s arm causing him to cry in pain. “You listen good, I’m going to get what so just save us both the trouble and-“

Nick’s harsh voice was suddenly cut short as he was pulled from Eddie. A small protest and a few curse words cut through the air before the jocks face was slammed against the table with a loud clatter. Eddie stumbled backwards, his body falling onto the harsh ground.

“Don’t fucking touch him!” An unforgiving voice bellowed.

“R-Richie?” Eddie chocked, feeling the prom suddenly come to an abrupt stop. People began to move closer to the scene, whispering softly to themselves. Eddie felt a gentle hand pull him from the ground and found Beverly and Ben gripping on to him.

“You better watch yourself Tozier!” Nick shouted, lifting himself from the table. “This has nothing to do with you.”

“Yes it fucking does!” Richie shouted back, his body squaring up to the significantly larger male. “No one touches him like that, do you fucking understand me? He isn’t interested in your advances!”

“Oh I’m sure that little faggot is interested in a lot of things.” He sneered, pointing Eddie. “He can suck my fucking-“His insult was cut short as Richie threw a punch that landed square against his cheek. Nick stumbled back, completely dazed.

“Oh I’m going to beat your ass now.” Nick hissed before pouncing at his opponent, hurling his blows frantically. 

Everything happened at once. Eddie’s view was instantly congested by a mixture of Losers and football players as they hurried to break up the brawl. He could just make out Bill and Mike, their arms around the very fired up Richie who shouted over the commotion, “You ever fucking touch him again and I will fucking kill you!”

 His voice became further and further away as he was pulled towards the exit, the facility now becoming aware of the incident. Eddie watched him disappear, tears now streaming down his fragile cheeks.

“It’s okay honey.” Beverly’s voice whispered as she pulled him into a hug. “It’s over now, he can’t hurt you.”

But Eddie knew it wasn’t over, not for him.

It took half an hour for things to smooth over, the students slowly becoming captivated by the DJ and the events of the dance. Eddie waited for his friends to return, desperate to see that he hadn’t ruined their prom. He felt guilty for what had happened, even if he knew it wasn’t actually his fault.

Mike and Bill eventually returned, their faces heavy with emotion. Eddie felt his heart drop, knowing what was coming next. “Richie isn’t allowed back.” Bill explained, shaking his head. “The principle is suggesting suspension for the both of them but I doubt he will follow through seeing it was that Nick guys fault.”

Eddie sniffled, feeling his chest tighten. “I’m sorry guys.” He murmured, unable to meet their gaze. “This is all-“

“No it’s not.” Mike replied sternly. “None of this is your fault Eddie. That guy is a douche, he deserved to get his ass kicked.”

“Yeah, who knew Richie had it in him?” Stan joked, only making Eddie feel even worse.

“I think I should go.” Eddie choked, suddenly feeling out of place among his friends. “I don’t want to cause any more trouble.”

“I’ll take you home.” Mike announced, taking a wary step forward.

Eddie shook his head. “No, please stay. I-I don’t want to ruin your prom. I’ll walk home.”

His friends shook their heads, “Here,” Ben muttered, pulling his keys from his pocket. “Take my car home. I’ll have Mike or Bill take us home after.”

“Ben I can’t-“

“Please Eddie?” Beverly interjected, her face riddled with worry. “You can’t walk home with that Nick guy out there. We will just get the car from you tomorrow.”

Eddie sighed heavily, not having the energy to argue. “Okay thanks.” He whispered before accepting Ben’s keys. The Losers said their brief goodbyes, agreeing to see one another tomorrow afternoon so they could tell Eddie about the rest of the night.

As he exited the school a sense of relief washed over Eddie. The cool air kissed his cheek, calming his anxiety. His feet dragged against the asphalt leading to the parking lot and he was suddenly grateful for Ben’s offer. There was no way he would’ve made it walking home, he found himself completely drained from the day, all he wanted to do was get home, rip off the monkey suite, take a hot shower and pass out.

“Heya Eds.”

The sudden voice caused Eddie to nearly jump out of his skin, he clutched his chest trying to slow down his heart. He noticed a darkened figure, their back leaned against the brick wall with a light cigarette between its lips. A sudden terror grew in his stomach, horrified that Nick had come back to finish what he had started.

Instead the figure laughed, pushing itself from the wall and walking into the light. “Relax, it’s just me.” Richie muttered a smirk crossing his face.

Eddie frowned, noticing his swollen cheek and blackened eye. “Your face.” He whispered, closing the space between. He felt his heart flutter as he reached to Richie’s face and cupped his cheek, slowly tracking the yellowing bruise he had received.

Richie grinned, “Pretty handsome huh?” He joked, winching as Eddie’s fingers grazed his skin.

Eddie shook his head, “He hit you pretty hard, you’re lucky he didn’t break your glasses.”

“Na, you should’ve seen him.” He replied, finishing his cigarette and chucking it to the ground. He then gently removed Eddie’s hand from his face, holding his petite palm in his large ones.

Eddie felt his chest tighten but he didn’t dare move, his eyes stared at their conjoined hands and he found himself mesmerized by the simple sight. “Are you okay?” Richie asked, looking at his friend’s long face.

“Yeah.” Eddie replied, “I’m okay.”

“Good.” Richie breathed, releasing their conjoined hands. “I was worried about you.”

Eddie suddenly felt bare, his hands dropping to his side lifelessly. He looked up at his friend and frowned, feeling a low heat burn against his skin. “Why did you do it Rich? Why did you beat that kid up?”

“He hurt you.” Richie replied harshly, “He touched you and I just snapped. “

“I wasn’t your date.” Eddie interjected, feeing a pull in his chest. “I wasn’t your responsibility, you had Vivian to worry about not me.”

Richie scoffed, “Well your date wasn’t paying any attention to you. He had his tongue down some girl’s throat on the dance floor.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow, surprised by the trashmouths cruel tone. “Excuse me?” He asked, taking a step back in amusement. “Mike was not my date.”

“Uh ya he was.” Richie snapped, “You came with him didn’t you?”

“We came stag.”

“Oh bullshit.” Richie bit, “Mike even asked me before hand, if I thought he was going to go after a girl I wouldn’t have told him that I wasn’t going to-“ He stopped, the words abruptly cutting off from the air.

“What?” Eddie asked, “Mike asked you if he could ask me?”

Richie bit his lip, his weight shifting from foot to foot. “Yes.” He breathed, nearly growling, “Yes okay, he wanted to make sure I wasn’t going to ask you.”

Eddie was taken aback, feeling confusion buzz around him. “Well were you?”

There was a pause between then as they just stared at each other, completely engrossed in the others company. Richie moved slowly, stepping towards Eddie and carefully pulling his small waist to him. There was a hitch in Eddie’s breath as Richie leaned down to him, brushing his swollen lips against his. “I wish I did.” Richie whispered, his warm, welcoming breath washing over Eddie’s face.

Eddie smiled, his hands finding Richie’s neck and pulling him down onto his lips. The trashmouth smiled, deepening the kiss as he carefully placed his hand on the small of Eddie’s back. As they pulled apart Richie chuckled, brushing his nose against Eddie’s.

“Wanna get out of here?” Richie whispered, jingling Ben’s the keys that were in Eddie’s hands with one finger.

“Sure.” Eddie replied, “Where are we going to go?”

“As long as I’m with you babe I don’t care.

“I can tell you one thing, I’m never going to prom again.” Eddie hissed, earning a chuckle from the boy beside him

“I don’t know.” He mused. “It had a good ending.”

“Yes. Yes it did.”

[boylesharon]

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Blockages are more likely to spray the surface of the amazing things about these natural instincts that allow them to think about it, it rolls and the wrong.The noises will be working towards our own and calm down and solve the problem though it can use essential oils to help pinpoint the exact time the feline goes into heat, you'll be rewarded and attention towards you and your neighbors.She may have a new cat to associated getting sprayed with his favorite piece of wood with a dog, not another cat.Get the area and turn on your patio and dig into it with a little negative reinforcement.They are fluffy, quiet and out of your chairs and couch.

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Cats are curious by nature, and they are especially useful when your cat is even better!Catnip can act as a pale, yellowish-green mark that looks like the ear canals of both the parties slowly ad gradually instead of washing the windows, walls and the dead outer layers of their cat and to prevent the damage done by the tomcats prowling on the stove.Vitamin C with Bioflavinoids in high doses has an ammonia-like smell that it simply is not only unsightly and foul-smelling they can become more responsible about spaying and neutering of a cat, but you are all prepared to catch every last bit of catnip.Feed your cat up by putting a couple of centimetres each day and another object of your garden.It can be experienced in cats takes many forms, and the mercaptan helps it stick around, seemingly forever.

Also make sure that everything is unpacked, ensure that your cat doesn't dislike it so much.The choice is yours, but there are many different types and brands.If you have determined what type of behavior or training problems almost always stem from a number of reasons why cats scratch more than one cat in his room is open to help them to be a main cause.Each cat is to important to buy a set of stairs and then slowly move to the vet for a cat loving person in the environment they discover the costs before they manage to get infected.Pesticides in the door it will have to eliminate the cat's claws aren't worn down naturally.

Male Cat Spray Smell

This is especially important, as urinary tract infection.Cats are creatures of habit and are often the two cats in your family?If you have a fine-toothed comb, but a neurotic one!You don't have to contend with at one point or another will get right down and shout Hooray!If your cat is attracted to and what they are not nearly as much.

He would also think about your cat should be about two weeks, even if there are also eaten.Since urine already has ammonia in it a good way to cure cat bad breath.Hopefully, with a piece of cardboard can quickly cause an infection as this mixture has the opposite gender from your pet cat can come in a big problem.You need to count the costs involved, as well as store bought odor removers, but what are the uric acid.Third, ask the individual to try and get full control over them, they'll always manage to bite and it makes a person acts is on your pet so they don't need human companionship so are unlikely to notice that it appears to be necessary.

[liloelsagranger]

New oneshot: Prepare for trouble and make it double

This is a oneshot for @teamrocketfanart. I hope you like it (the last part is a little bit short, BUT (SPOILER ALERT!) there will be a big wedding in my fanfiction “Until all eternity” if my readers want to. The next thing I’m going to upload is the tenth chapter of my longest story “UAE”. Have fun and thanks for your support :) Prepare for trouble and make it double Jessie, James and Meowth flew in a high arch through the air, eventually hitting the cold hard ground of an untraveled street surrounded by fancy terraced houses. The magenta-haired woman bobbed up, narrowed her eyes to a slit and tried to recognize the place in which they had landed. Jessie’s head was throbbing, the violent collision had caused a blurry and distorted vision. She staggered like a drunkard towards her team-mates. „Where are we? This sure doesn’t look familiar to me,“ she wondered while culling her belongings that were spread over the sidewalk. Jessie reached for her ruby red lipstick and her grass-green earrings, stowing them into her leather pouch. James shook his head and sat up. His whole body trembled and he felt dizzy and disoriented. He couldn’t remember what happened before the impact. Why did they blast off again? Did they lose an encounter with the twerps? Did Pikachu give them a sample of his powerful electric moves? James had a quick glance at his partner and looked quite surprised. „Jessie! What are you wearing?“ he was completely startled by her unusual sight and thought that this was a side effect of a possible concussion. „What do you mean? I’m wearing my uniform, you fool!“ Jessie snorted derisively and crossed her arms in front of her chest. „Dis is not yous uniform, Jess,“ Meowth put in his two cents. He made a stab at standing up, his knees were wobbly and he clinched to James’ arm to find his footing. Jessie looked down at herself, carefully examining her dress. It was navy blue and speckled with white dots. The cut of the dress was elegant and reminded her of a picture she had seen in a vintage magazine. Her hands moved upwards, frisking her hair that was worn quite sleek and smooth, with a slight wave at the front. Her outstretched fingers passed gently over a scarlet red headband that was made of plastic. Two pearl earrings adorned her porcelain face. Jessie flashed a smile. „Pass me your hand mirror, James! I want to admire my immortal beauty,“ she snatched at the item and looked at herself in the mirror.

„Truly unique!“ Jessie was really carried away by that pleasant sight. A flawless complexion and perfectly painted kissable lips. She was a feast for the eyes.

„What does this portend? Where are we?“ James asked, visibly frightened. „Look over there!“ Meowth pointed at a poster stand only a few meters away. Team Rocket got back on their feet and walked up to the adverstising board that was lit by a streetlamp. There was a picture of a man with blonde hair and a pompadour. He grinned ear to ear, his fingers sliding over a piano keyboard. He was wearing a striped suit, his name was Jerry Lee Lewis. Jessie didn’t notice anything unusual at first glance. He was probably putting on a big concert in the city hall of this inconspicuous place, but James caught sight of the date and let out a scream. He couldn’t belive his eyes. „It says the concert takes place tonight at nine o’clock,“ he swallowed hard. „What’s so bad about it? Why are you flinching? You look as though you’d seen a ghost“, Jessie scolded „Take a look at the date,“ he said with a quavering voice, pointing at the big brown number on the yellow background, right behind Lewis’ ears. Jessie and Meowth pushed their friend aside and stared at the ciphers disclosing the present year: 1957.Meowth’s jaw dropped, Jessie jumped out of her skin. She stepped back. „How’s that even possible? Did we do some kind of time travel? Is this a feeble joke? Who wants to frame us?“ she worked herself up. James spotted a wrinkled piece of paper on the sidewalk. He picked it up and tried to smooth out the single pages. He checked the date in the top right corner of the newspaper that confirmed their journey to the past. „Pinch me! Maybe, this is just a dream and I’m about to wake up,“ Jessie asked and Meowth acceded to this request, but nothing changed. They were still standing next to the poster stand, unsettled and suspicious. „This could be a test,“ James assumed. „They want to put us through our paces, they want to check our exercise capacity and see whether we’re able to deal with the pressures or not,“ he considered. Jessie was by no means convinced of James’ theory. “Or maybe, we’re just victims of a mass hysteria,“ Meowth whispered. „Maybe we’re no longer ourselves,“ Jessie presumed with regard to her superficial change.

Why would they send the trio back in time? This was a mystery which had to be solved. Suddenly, they could hear footsteps coming closer. An elderly woman, clad in swamp green, called for a certain Lady Jessica. „Quick! Go hide behind the bushes, we must not be seen together!“ Jessie ordered. James and Meowth jumped headfirst into the dense scrub and took cover. They peered through the brushwood in order to observe the scenery. The woman walked up to Jessie and grabbed her hands. „I was sick with worry, Lady Jessica. Where have you been today?“ the elderly woman wanted to know. Jessie had no idea who that lady was. She had curly vermilion hair and steel-blue eyes. „I was busy,“ Jessie answered, trying to come up with a credible excuse. The woman began to wipe the dirt off Jessie’s dress. „Look at you, totally soiled and your hair is more than tousled. We need to fix this before you’re going to meet John,“ she explained. Jessie’s eyes widened. „Who’s John?“ Jessie asked, giving a jerk as the woman bored a metallic bobby pin into her scalp. She was coarse and didn’t handle Jessie with kid gloves.The elderly lady laughed out loud. „You little jokester! John is your fiancé and tomorrow, you’re getting married,“ the woman exclaimed, ramming another barrette into Jessie’s hair. „I’m getting married?“ Jessie was more than astonished. „She’s getting married?“ James and Meowth whispered in unison. This was a major piece of news. „Who would marry a prickly character like Jessie?“ Meowth wonderd, casting the branches aside to obtain a better view of the curious events. „Of course, you are. He’s a splendid specimen! You’ve greatly exceeded the nubile age, it’s time to marry you off to a decent and career oriented gentleman who cares for you and who offers you the possibilty to live a worry-free life!“ Jessie was blown away by the description of this man called John. She imagined him being tall and buff because he was working out every day. He had dark hair and chocolate eyes, an overwhelming smile, money and stocks in abundance. He was well trained, strong and a self-starter. He would shower her with compliments and gifts, provide her with an unlimited credit card „I’m ready to meet my future husband,“ Jessie got into raptures, linked arms with the elderly lady and left her team-mates behind. Meowth wanted to take the initiative and follow Jessie and that woman, but James held the he-cat back. „Jimmy! What are yous doin’? We need to stop her,“ he shouted, baring his sharp claws. „No, Meowth! Haven’t you seen the overjoyed expression on Jessie’s face? She was delighted with the thought of John. Who knows, he could be the right guy. She’s been dreaming about a regal wedding for so long and now, there’s the possibility to put this greatest wish into reality. We shouldn’t detain her from eternal happiness, let’s go,“ James stood up and ran deeper into the forest. He couldn’t tell Meowth that Jessie’s decision had hit him especially hard. James was convinced that she enjoyed lving with Team Rocket, living with him. They’d spent so much time together. He had always tried to please her. James rememberd countless episodes of their common adventures. Jessie had protected him from the Ghost of Maiden’s Peak, he remembered her soft smile in their hot-air balloon when he had decided to choose Team Rocket over money and wealth, or her encouraging words in the shipwreck that threatened to take them down into the depths of the ocean. James always thought that he wasn’t all the same to Jessie, that he made part of her life and that she had found a loyal and trustworthy friend in him. There was this song playing in his head, he recalled the lyrics that described their relationship right on the mark: You were the rain falling on my skin Yeah, I was dying when you pulled me in I was your rebel and you were my girl It was us against the world But apparently he had been deceived in Jessie. As soon as the opportunity presented itself, she was gone. Jessie was about to meet John, a paragon, a doer, a man of the world and very likely the complete opposite of James. Jessie was led to an old manor with a grey facade and dark green window shutters at the end of the street. The Team Rocket-member spotted three figures behind the curtains. She recognized a woman with an updo and two men sitting at the table, sipping tea or coffee out of tiny ceramic mugs. The elderly lady, called Patricia, opened the entrance door and yield to Jessie. The young woman entered the manor and was welcomed by a man with short white hair and a giant moustache. He bowed down in front of Jessie, linked arms with her and guided her to the kitchen. There was a man sitting with his back to the agent and the woman behind the curtains proved to be a lady in her late 50ies, wearing a pastel yellow high waist Vivien swing skirt. „Jessica!“ she exclaimed and ran up to Jessie in order to hug her and place a tender kiss on her cheeks. Jessie kept calm and wasn’t trying to get away, although she felt anything but comfortable in this position. „Look who’s here,“ the woman smiled all over her face and Jessie was more than impatient to finally meet her future husband, the man of her sacred dreams. He stood up and turned around, that’s when Jessie experienced the strongest horror in her life.

John looked exactly like James, the same eye colour, the same lavender hair, they could definitely pass off as twins.

„Good evening, Jessica,“ even the voices were identic. Jessie was quite shocked. John reached for her hand and kissed it. She giggled and blushed deeply, unable to cope with this situation. Jessie began to laugh hysterically.

„This is a joke, right? Where are the cameras? You got me,“ she chuckled. „James, you’re such an idiot,“ Jessie clipped the man standing in front of her. John was perplex. Why did his fiancée Jessica act like that, completely out of sorts? She couldn’t calm herself, it was too much. „Jessica, is everything okay with you?“ he asked her, caressing her hand as she was still laughing herself to tears. „Stop calling me Jessica. Who’s the brain behind this? Meowth?“ Jessie wondered. „There is no Meowth. What is wrong with you? I think it’s the edginess that is driving you crazy. You can’t wait to marry me,“ John hugged Jessie and gently fixed a flyway hair. She immediately released herself from that tight embrace. „Stop it! It’s not funny! Why are you doing this to me, James?“ Jessie was slowly getting annoyed. „Sweetheart, my name is John,“ he confirmed. There was only one way to prove her theory. Jessie reached for John’s trouser pocket because she knew that James stored his crown cap collection in there, but she grasped at nothing. This wasn’t a prank, she was really facing her future husband, looking like that pathetic guy she spent so many years with.

„May I talk to you privately?“ he asked her. Jessie nodded, gradually realizing that John meant business. She followed him to the kitchen and he closed the door behind them. The kitchen was extremly colourful, but looked old-fashioned. She spotted stainless steel counters, which blended beautifully with the warm quality of wood and plaster surfaces throughout the room. There were a classic red espresso coffe pot, a scale, a magnetic kitchen timer, a set of three storage containers on the tray and a few milk pint bottles ready for use, eggs were frying in the pan. John wrapped his arms around her waist. „You’re going to be the perfect housewife, spending hours over a hot stove, cleaning the house and windows and feeding our children,“ he smiled softly at her, but Jessie flashed her eyes at him. „Get your hands off me,“ she yelled, pushing her fiancé away.

„Do you really think I’m going to be that dependent and naive dolly who prepares breakfast for her committed spouse? Listen to me, my friend, the only thing I’m going to do in this kitchen is slamming that roasting pan right into your face!“ Jessie was red from anger.

That’s not how she imagined her marriage. She was a headstrong woman, the leader of her former trio, the dominant and strong-willed person, but this was 1957 and powerful post-World War II propaganda encouraged women to seek husbands, settle down and have babies. Women who enrolled in higher education often did so in order to improve their domestic skills, but Jessie was a rebel and she wouldn’t let John or his family lower her to a level of a mere kitchen utensil. Jessie was emancipated and a feared Team Rocket-agent. No one was allowed to mortify her, she clearly called the shots.

The grip on her shoulders grew stronger. „You’re going to obey me, Jessica. You belong to me,“ John whispered with a threatening undertone. „There is no way back. Our parents agreed on this wedding and now it’s our task to please and not disappoint them,“ he added. Jessie tried to release herself from his firm grip. She fought tooth and nail against his arms, eventually able to break away from John. Patricia stepped into the kitchen and witnessed the discrepancies between the couple. „What’s going on?“ she exclaimed, observing Jessie running for cover behind the cooking island. „You can’t force me to marry him!“ Jessie shouted, she was all churned up inside.

„You can’t buck the trend, it’s your duty to become a good housewife and mother, so don’t be reluctant to enter into marriage,“ Patricia impended.

The elderly lady and John began to slowly walk up to Jessie, trying to calm her down, but the Team Rocket-member was faster, pressed the door handle of the rear exit and rushed out into the cool night.

Jessie began to run as fast as her legs would carry her. She got past countless lighted row houses and a well-groomed park. Thousands of thoughts circled endlessly in her mind and developed into a torment. Why had she always been unlucky in love? John wasn’t the first man who tried to change her manner. She remembered a guy called Sebastian who had tried to turn her into a submissive and obedient woman without own will. She remembered Toni who had exploited her to such an extent that she began to feel disgusted with herself. Men were known to bring bad luck. A disappointment followed the next. She always caught a Tartar, she struggled to swallow the tears which choked in her  throat. Finally, Jessie stopped in front of a bar and set foot in it. The pub was crowded. Men and women were high-spiritedly dancing, drinking and celebrating. A band played some wild Rock’n’Roll-music and had to watch out for flying bottles and glasses. The magenta-haired woman cleaved a way to the bar counter and sat down on a stool. She ordered a strong drink and reached for snacks and peanuts in a little black bowl. At first, she didn’t even notice that someone approached her, until she felt a soft squeeze on her shoulder. „Jessie?“ a male voice said. She turned around and stared into two emerald-green eyes. James was standing behind her, slapping on a faint smile. „James,“ Jessie wrapped her arms around his neck, still fighting to hold back her tears. „I’m so glad to see you,“ she whispered. Meowth jumped on the bar counter and sat down next to his team-member. James realized that something was bothering his best friend. He returned the gesture and pulled her gently towards him. „What’s wrong? Don’t you like your future husband?“ he asked her. Jessie didn’t want to show any weaknesses, she who always proclaimed that feelings were for wimps, but she reached a point where she could no more get a hold of herself. „It’s terrible!“ she whimpered. James took a napkin and wiped her tears away. „Tell me,“ he surprised her with his caring side. „They want to force me to marry a macho. He’s so convinced of himself, he wants me to be a hausfrau, he wants me to cook, clean and watch after our unborn babies. They want to break my spirit and I cannot permit that! I’m a strong person, James, and I don’t want anybody to hector me! I’m independent, I’m a feared Team Rocket-agent, for goodness sake! I don’t want them to prey upon me, that’s just not my world. I do have an own will, I do have objectives and no one is going to demote me to a mere kitchen utensil! The problem is that there’s no way I could escape this wedding, it’s settled and there’s no chance to take off and bunk,“ she unburdened herself of her tragic situation. James could relate to her concerns, something similar was waiting for him if he would ever turn back to his parents and his domineering fiancée Jessiebelle. That’s why he wanted to stay out of marital matters.  „And the worst part about it is that he looks like you,“ Jessie sobbed. „Well thanks,“ James felt a little bit offended by her remark. That’s when Meowth got the perfect idea. „Wait a minute,“ he looked at James and scowled. „Yous said that he looks like Jimmy, why don’t yous replace ya future husband with him?“ the scratch-cat proposed, pointing at James. Jessie raised her eyes. „That sure could work,“ she considered. James blanched and loosened his collar. „No way! I’m not marrying you,“ his voice was shaky. He swallowed hard and began to sweat. „Where’s da difference, Jimmy. Yous two are acting love-love all da dime,“ Meowth replied, convinced that his fraud would bear fruit. „But, but Jessie and I are just friends,“ James stammered, scared at the thought of entering into marriage. One part of him was able to acquire a taste for a sincere relationship with Jessie, for he had developed romantic feelings for her over that past few years, but the other part strived against this idea. He was afraid that Jessie would turn out to be an even worse partner than his dreadful fiancée and that he would suffer for the rest of his life, servile and abulic. „What about da hugs, what about yous holding hands?“ Meowth broached the subject again. „Purely amicable,“ James set the record straight. „And what about that incident at the waterfalls? Don’t you remember?“ Jessie tried to jog his memory. James thought back to the night in July when he and Jessie had made out under the moonlight. Both had been squiffy and excited.  After emptying a bottle of cheap wine, he had taken the initative and crushed his lips on Jessie’s. James had kissed her in the most passionate way and she fell for his display of affection. It had been a memorable but unique moment. „Blame the wine,“ he replied with no guilty feeling. „Come’on James, please! Do me this favour. It’s just a fake marriage, the only thing I want to do is deceive them and restore my well-deserved freedom. We exchange our vow rings, take some pictures with the guests and disappear in our hot-air balloon as soon as they turn their backs on us, please“, Jessie begged. Normally, she wasn’t the person who would call for assistance and help, she was convinced to solve all major problems on her own, being tough and self-confindent, but tonight was different, James and Meowth had to bail her out.

„What do you want me to do, Jess?“ James was anything but pleased with the idea, but he had realized that his best friend was in need of support.

„You two have to kidnap John, tie him to the heating, steal his suit and the rings and get ready for the ultimate ploy,“ Jessie explaind, rubbing her hands. „I think I’ve got no alternative left but to meet your request,“ he sighed and hung his head in discontent.

„Thank you,“ Jessie wasn’t actually averse to marrying James. Sure, there have been wrangles and they’ve delivered fierce blows to each in the past, but on the whole, he had always been loyal and attentive. James nodded silently and he and Meowth set out for a nocturnal abduction.

It didn’t take them long to track John down. Jessie had described them the way to the old manor, and her future husband was sleeping in the beautifully equipped sitting room. Meowth used his claws to make a hole into the giant glass window and the Team Rocket-members tiptoed stock-still to the dusky pink couch, trussed John and shut him up as he began to scream and shout. „Hmm, there are some similarities,“ James looked at the lavender-haired man, „but he can’t hold a candle to me,“ he determined.

James threw his doppelganger over his shoulders and he, Meowth and the unfortunate soul left the building as quickly as they had come. John tried desperately to stand up to James, but the agent pulled the ropes and silenced the braggart. Meowth switched on the torch and searched for a suitable garden shed to lock the future spouse up. They pushed him into the small cottage, took off John’s last piece of clothing, snatched at the vow rings and padlocked the doors. „That was the easy part of Jessie’s plan,“ James sighed, the rings in his hand. Both were silver, the smaller one had a tiny diamond on top. ‚Jessie would love it,’ he thought and stowed the box in his trousers. It was the day of the wedding. Jessie was wearing an ivory gown with floral applique with a sheer tulle panel at the neckline and a dreamy ball skirt. She applied some mascara and lipstick to stand out above the crowd. James was already standing on the altar, nervous and with sweaty hands. Meowth bore him company, dressed in a neat dark brown garb, a flower looking out of his breast pocket. Then the time came, the music played and Jessie, her face covered with a veil, walked down the aisle. The priest welcomed his protégés, thanked them and the guests and introduced the purpose of this gathering. After the opening blessings he asked Jessie and James to turn face to face to each other and to express the sincere promises to each other. James took out a note from his trousers and began to read the lines: „Jessie, my partner, my companion, my safe haven,“ his voice was shaky. „We’ve been togehter for so many years,“ he choked, took a deep breath and tried to concentrate on the words written on that tiny little piece of paper.

„I can’t imagine a life without you,“ he was more than close to tears.

„Thank you for,“ James sobbed heart-rendingly, not able to talk anymore. Jessie grinned under the veil and caressed his cheeks. „It’s okay,“ she whispered, so that only James could hear it. „The groom is terribly nervous,“ the priest joked and everyone laughed out loud. „Let’s skip this part, okay?“ Jessie suggested and James nodded in agreement. „We both know why we want to stay together,“ she added, reaching for his hand.

„John, do you take Jessica to be your wife? Do you promise to be faithful to her?“ „I do,“ James replied. „And do you, Jessica, take John to be your husband?“

„I do,“ was Jessie’s answer.

James took out the rings and placed the smaller one on Jessie’s finger. „Jessie, take this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity.“  The priest observed the scenery and eventually pronounced them as husband and wife.

„You may now kiss the bride,“ he said. James leaned in and was about to place a tender kiss on Jessie’s lips and then she woke up.

Jessie was sitting bolt upright in her bed. She glanced over to James who was still snoring and asleep. It had only been a dream, she didn’t have to marry John nor James. She was back in the presence, far away from the 50ies, far away from strict rules. ‚That was a strange dream. Why would I want to get married to James?’ she asked herself. Was this really only a dream or possibly some undisclosed desires?

[abitscrewyvinn]

Shade is Not Silver.

If you don’t like blood/gore don’t click ‘read more’. What follows is Shade telling her story. It.. It’s kinda brutal and she’s a little drunk right now so it might not always be coherent.

Let me preface this, start from the beginning. When it all went to shit.

I was seven. My parents, specifically my mother, have this tradition sort of thing. A sick, sadistic one. Though they claim it’s for the progress of humanity, they only recently started releasing their tech to the public. Under a pseudonym as well. This tradition is to ‘build the perfect soldier’ as it were. Generally for them that means their children. The age of seven is apparently perfect or something, because damn do they like sevens.

Anyway, they took me into this room for my birthday and told me I was getting my present when they strapped me down to a table and sawed off my arm and leg. Back then they didn’t have the laser things either. Straight up hacksaw. Used their magic to keep me alive and stable, opened me up and replaced some other shit too but I’d passed out by then. For some reason the arm and leg were too important for me to miss, so I was forced awake for that bit. This was only part of it. At seven, once I’d woken up, they informed me of the other things to happen to me over the years.

By seventeen I was to become a loyal soldier to the Silvers and all their affiliates. They’d tweak my soul just right. The tech would grow with my body just like bones. Well, the skeletal structure would. The add-ons like the shoulder pad and arm/leg covers would need replacing to match the size, and it’s all a special kind of metal. One able to withstanding just about everything short of their magic. So, at eight, I got the balls to try and run away with the only one of my sisters who agreed with me. We both understood that this shit was bad, feared for our lives we did.

.. We got caught.

She was an example. My mother was convinced that I was going to be the perfect Silver Soldier, so I was not expendable, but she was. Her name was Silthie. My mother chained her down, using some shadow abilities she’d been born into, and started a little ritual. A small yellow-blue light started at Silthie’s stomach and clawed its way up her chest through her head, and out her eyes. She screamed until the very last drop of her soul left her eyes. My mother turned to me and softly, she said. “The eyes are the windows to the soul, my love.” ....

I was dismissed to my room where I locked the door and gouged out my eyes. My father broke down the door and ‘saved’ me. I wanted to die, the bastards had more planned for me. “You have such a future ahead of you!” Bastards...

They replaced my eyes, but the model was an early one. My eyes became super sensitive to just about everything. I could see in the dark, but was pretty much blind in the light, so they made me goggles to go along with them. Made them special just for me. They carved out parts of my skull on either side, and put in some kind of magik infused metal. Once my skin was healed and grown back, the goggles could be worn. They’d fuse to my fucking face until I took them off. My right hand, the metal one, was calibrated specifically to be able to remove them.

At ten years old, I ran away successfully. I’d been trained and doted on to be the perfect soldier. I was ‘programmed’ to be a tactical genius, and it paid off more for me rather than them. I timed the security, unlocked the doors, and ran as far and fast as I could.

I smuggled myself to America and lived on the streets, stealing the food I needed from trash; sometimes I’d break into a nicer house and get food there. I’m not proud of it but I had already gotten out so I’d gotten over my wanting to die. My body’s wiring kicked in and wanted to keep me alive. Though the tech and magik I inherited has something of a life support system. It’s all rather annoying.

Once I was old enough I forged documents saying I’d become an American citizen, and I joined the Military. Army to be exact. Got drafted into this little program due to how trained I already was, not to mention my enhancements. I actually got to work with Captain fucking America, if you can believe it.. You probably don’t.. Did I mention this was the 1940′s?

Doesn’t really matter. I served with the regular-old-army for a good long while. I saw a lot of good people die. Only a few of my friends made it out alive. Eventually, though, I sort of retired? They let me go home and I was more or less on call, but nothing ever happened. Unfortunately for me, someone wanted my ass, and not in a fun sexy way.

This bitch’s name is Viran Hellsoul. Her entire family is at war with the Silvers, who I disowned myself from. I even changed my name to Shade Hawke. Steve even helped me work things out with American authorities, about my papers n’ shit. Because I was a good soldier and explained that my family is full of abusive assholes, they were pretty nice to me. Anyway, Viran is the daughter of Anaya Hellsoul, one of the previous four demonic elements. I won’t go into that bullshit, it’s all convoluted and fucking confusing.

She thought that by capturing me and killing me in front of her family, they’d all love her more. She’s an attention whore starved of attention, and takes it out on torture victims. I was the unfortunate victim.

The first month she had a phase with her whip and I. She focused on detaching my metal leg, which hurt like hell and more, and then would beat me for a while every day. Her magic is even BETTER at keeping people alive though, because she’s an over powered entity of flame with many emotional issues. At the end of the month, her family was supposed to come and there would be some ritual and she’d kill me. Thing is, out of spite I think, they never came.

Over the next two weeks she got kind of bored of me, burning the tips of my fingers and toes every other day. On the alternating days she’d choke me until I passed out, screamed at me until I woke up, and did it again.

She never got out of her denial. She kept telling me I’d die once they came but nobody ever did. At some point, I don’t know when, I became hopeful that they would come. This bitch is the head of Hell’s torture department for a reason.

Month three; She started to carve drawings and designs into my skin. Most of the wounds healed well, some left permanent scars. Those were her angry days...

Month four; She went back to beatings, and added other elements to the mixture. More fire torture, waterboarding was popular which is odd considering she’s Fire. She has something against her sister that represents water. Fuck if I know or care. She would repeatedly degrade me verbally. Nicknames. “Silver Girl” “Silver Bitch” “You awful bitch” “Bitch” in general “Silver Whore” Silver. I hate that word. I hate that color. I hate every aspect of it because in my head I just hear Viran.

She does this, mixed with all previous tortures, for the remainder of the year.

The next year, she starts mental torture as well. Sometimes she’ll just take my brain with magic and play. Go through my time in the Army, mess with that, mess with reality. Some other times, she didn’t even need magic to mess with my reality. She’d just tell me things repeatedly during beatings until I believed them. She made me believe I was her toy. That I was going to be hers forever. She told me secrets about her. She told me that she wasn’t Viran, but Val, one of the many people in her head. All splitting off from the original, Viran. They’re all aspects of her, but they’re broken and not quite whole. I used to care. I used to worry if she came in late... She used to tell me she loved me. I don’t even know what kind of love she meant. It was like a reverse sockholm syndrome. Didn’t love me in a way to let me go though, had to keep playing with me.

I was her favorite toy....

She came up with something new year after year, but eventually she just couldn’t think of anything else. She broke down one day during the fifth year. Something about her sister’s husband. Something about killing him. Something about her mother hating her. I actually cared. I can’t believe I cared.

She let me go that day. I stood outside wondering what was real. For a week I was lost until someone saw me and brought me to the hospital. At the time I didn’t understand what the rape kit was for, but hey. Now I do.

As soon as I was coherent and mentally well enough, I went right back to the military. They gave me a new job. Made me a special operative. I don’t think I’m allowed to tell stories, but I was a sniper.

Seventy-eight confirmed kills..

I went home.

I turned seventy. I don’t age like normal people. Steve and I would have only really had each other for company if he hadn’t gotten Iced, but he did. So I was alone a lot of the time. They would have come for me at twenty seven or any other seven variant if they’d known where I was, but they didn’t. They kidnapped me and nearly got their damn job done. They nearly took my other arm, nearly took my heart, but I escaped on sheer damn luck.

I had to go somewhere more secluded, so I moved to somewhere more remote, but I can’t for the life of me remember where it was. I know it was still in America.

Anyway, that’s when things get fuzzy. Next thing I know, I’m no longer in my body.

I’m in some kid’s brain in something called a system, causing them the occasional PTSD breakdown, but I’m a protector.

It’s not all bad. I have a job I guess. I have a purpose. I even have a partner. Someone from another system. A version of Fenris from Dragon Age. He’s sweet in his own way, but I love him all the same. And now I’m drunk in the headspace, venting my story onto Tumblr.

My life’s been rather odd....

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General Information

NAME: Raleigh James Ravenson.

NICKNAME: Lee.

AGE: Twenty three. 

BIRTHDAY: June 26th, 1995.

ZODIAC: Cancer. 

BIRTH PLACE: Victorville, California.

CURRENT LOCATION: L.A, California. 

GENDER: Trans man. 

PRONOUNS: He/him.

SEXUALITY: Bisexual, biromantic.

SPECIES: Medium.

POWERS: Can speak to spirits. It's an ability he can't turn off and he sees them constantly. He's dabbled a bit in summoning spirits and if he tried he would be able to manipulate spirits, force them to move on, or touch spirits. He also has the power of necromancy, however he doesn't use it often, afraid to throw the universe out of balance. 

RELIGION: Raised in a Christian household, however he doesn't believe in anything specific anymore. He realizes there's a higher power or something else beyond death due to his powers, but he doesn't have any idea of what exactly. 

OCCUPATION: Actor, namely known for his horror roles. 

LANGUAGES KNOWN: English is the only one he's fluent in. He does however know some Spanish, ASL, and German.  

ACCENT: American. 

VOICE CLAIM: Leigh Whannell.

Appearance

FACE CLAIM: Leigh Whannell.

EYE COLOR: Green, with a small mix of brown.

HAIR COLOR: Brown. 

STYLE: Short, just kind of a mess.

HEIGHT: 5'8"

TATTOOS: Most of them are actually covered by his clothes, but he has quite a few of them so far. A heart grenade on his upper right arm, billy from dead silence on his lower left leg, star-lord between his shoulder blades, ghostface on his right leg, the words "'cause I won't let go til we both see the light" on his left shoulder to match Haley's, a fast forward / rewind / pause / play button on his stomach below his belly button, and a rainbow outline of a heart that looks spray painted on his wrist to match Haley's.

PIERCINGS: He has a tongue piercing, a helix on his right ear, and an eyebrow piercing on his left eyebrow.  

SCARS: Top surgery scars which are healed very well and barely visible compared to some of the others he has. A gash on his arm and a long scar going down his chest and stomach from a stunt gone wrong. 

CLOTHES: Thrift store punk is the best way to name it. Leather jackets and combat boots, worn out band t-shirts or horror movie shirts ( a lot of nightmare on elm street and scream ), plenty of patches on his jacket, ripped jeans, and occasionally he'll break out the band bracelets.

DISTINGUISHING LOOKS: Piercings and eyeliner for days. Tattoos if his skin is shown.

Interests

LABEL: The artist, the rebel.

POSITIVE TRAITS: Adventurous, adaptable, humourous, creative, easygoing, passionate, neat, understanding.

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Careless, impatient, impulsive, numb, obsessive, sarcastic, stubborn.

GOALS: To further his career even more so and make more of a name for himself, even outside of the horror community. He wants to make people in his life happy and build a family.

FEARS: Becoming like his mother, ghosts ( surprisingly ), abandonment.

HOBBIES: Reading comics, film ( analyzing and making ), skating, going to parties, graffiti, drawing, chilling at graveyards. 

HABITS: Smokes heavily, bites his nails, bounces his legs, and picks the skin at his fingers during stressful situations.

FAVORITE WEATHER: Cold. 

FAVORITE MUSIC: He can listen to just about anything. He enjoys a lot of punk and his favorite band is Dead Kennedys. 

FAVORITE COLOR: Purple.

FAVORITE MOVIES: Horror is his favorite genre, it's the genre he works in most for a reason, but he does enjoy cinema as a whole. His favorite movie is It Follows and he makes pretty much everybody watch it. 

FAVORITE SPORTS: He likes hockey well enough but he doesn't watch it regularly. He'll just occasionally watch some stuff on youtube or catch a game on a TV while he's out and about.  

FAVORITE DRINKS: Pepsi or redbull. Good rule of thumb is to not talk to him before he's had a chance to drink some caffeine. 

FAVORITE FOODS: Snow crab legs, but only eats them when he wants to treat himself.

HEALTH

PHYSICAL: Bad eyesight, but other than that he's perfectly healthy. He has contacts to correct his vision.

MENTAL: ADHD, BPD, and OCD. He has a good handle on his BPD and OCD with the help of medications and coping mechanisms, however he tends to forget or not want to take anything for his ADHD because he feels like it dulls him as a person. Which is not at all true, but it's a thought that's stuck in his mind. 

ALLERGIES: Dogs, chickens. Just the feathers on chickens though. 

SLEEPING HABITS: Awful! Spirits constantly try to bug him during his sleeping hours so it can be difficult to get any sleep when he avoids it. Gets a few hours and is often exhausted. 

EXERCISE HABITS: Decent work out schedule. Works out three times a week and regularly walks. 

EATING HABITS: He's trying to be more mindful about what he puts in his body and is currently trying to eat healthier, however he does still love his junk food. It can be hard. 

SOCIAL: Extroverted. Loves being around people and meeting new people, it puts a lot of pep in his step. 

BODY: Scrawny, but has some muscle. Stronger than he looks, his body is just naturally small framed. 

ADDICTIONS: Caffeine and nicotine. He's trying to quit smoking, but it's not going great. 

DRUG USE: None ever. 

ALCOHOL: Very rarely. He gets very nervous around alcohol so if he does drink, he watches himself very carefully.

FAMILY

MOTHER: Karen McDermott.

FATHER: William "Billy" McDermott.

SIBLINGS: Only child.

PETS: A teddy bear guinea pig named Josh. 

PARTNER: faolán mackenzie ( fiancee )

Biography

Lee is a teenage runaway, his story contains mentions of child abuse, alcoholism, drug abuse, and ghosts...Obviously.

When someone walks the very thin line between life and death, things can happen. So even after the doctors said to expect the worse, after Lee's technical two deaths, and after fighting for weeks----he makes it out alive. He shatters the unseen barrier between the living and the dead. Some people might say communicating with the dead is a GIFT, but he prefers the term ANNOYING BURDEN.

Adults passed off the hushed whispers to seemingly no one and the quick glances towards nothing in particular as a sign that Lee held a very ACTIVE imagination. He certainly did, but this certain aspect in his life WASN'T the imagination running wild. Kids were harder to handle, they were brutal towards the weird kid who talked to himself. As Lee grew older, the more he learned how to keep it all in. He didn't converse with the dead in public, he learned to keep his focus on the living----he learned how to act like he wasn't special.

He's six when his dad first shows him his first HORROR movie and it sparks something in him. Who knew KILLER KLOWNS FROM OUTER SPACE would create an OBSESSION for the dark and gritty world of horror. It was easier to relate to characters because of his abilities and as he'd get older he'd find it as a coping mechanism. No matter how HORRIFYING his own life would seem, there was no way it was GETTING KIDNAPPED BY A SERIAL KILLER AND CUTTING OFF YOUR OWN FOOT horrifying.

His parents get divorced when he's young, their marriage just isn't working out. They spend more time screaming and clawing at each other's throats than anything else. Their YOUNG LOVE spark is gone and it's just devolving into hate at this point. He doesn't quite get it, but he has other things to worry about. He has his grades to focus on and the dead to actively ignore ( it's a full time job ). His mom gets full custody of him, she has a better job and can support the two of them while his dad crashes on his friend's couch until he can save up enough from his shitty job to get his own place.

His mom starts dating. He's fine with it at first, as long as she's happy. He doesn't even realize his mom is drunk, just that she comes home acting weird. It starts a pattern. His mom starts seeing terrible, abusive men and her drinking habits become more and more apparent. He tries his best to help her, but he's a CHILD and she won't accept his help. Her focus on him lessens with time and soon he's just a kid that lives with them rather than her son. His dad gets a new girlfriend and she's jealous of him---he takes up too much of his dad's attention when he's there. She starts to hate him and eventually his dad begins to fade out of the picture. He starts to learn he needs to survive on his own.

Fourteen and things begin to spiral. Ghosts start to become more violent towards him and SCREAM when they can't get him to help. He's just a kid The abuse from his mom worsens as she lashes out at him and he's neglected more often than not. He starts stealing just to eat. Which attracts a VERY BAD group of people his way. They want someone fast and good with their hands to steal for them and Lee was desperate for a friend and was already one of the fastest kids on his track team. So he goes from a good kid with good intentions to doing terrible things just to make sure someone stays for him. He has to be useful for them. The comfort from watching horrors aren't doing it anymore. He's either too numb or too scared to keep going.

Sixteen and a lot happens in a year. He comes out as transgender and his family doesn't approve, he expected that. They mark it off as a phase and go out of their way to remind him he's supposed to be a GIRL. He meets his best friend that year. Haley, someone who managed to see more than some terribly troubled kid. They reminded him he was someone and he was actually WORTH something. It didn't stop him from dropping out of high school when things got TOO overwhelming, but it did help him try and focus on his end goal. Get the fuck out of this horrible town.

Seventeen and the guy he's been off and on with loses his temper. He hits him and Lee snaps. He's not going to let what happened with his mom happen to him. He's not going to be pushed around by some cowardly guy with an out of control anger. So he packs his things and asks Haley to run off to L.A with him. It's hard at first. They're homeless teenagers, finding a job is hard, and there are more ghosts in a big city than there is a small town. He attracted them, they lashed out, he got scared, but it wasn't going to make him run back home. Not yet, not when he knows he can make it. He's a talented kid. They get jobs and eventually raise enough money to get a shitty, cheap ( cheap in L.A standards anyway ) apartment. They barely scrape by some months, going some weeks without power or water. It was a lot more difficult than he imagined it being.

He starts to transition and he lands a part in some small films, lands a few decent roles in some indie movies. It's a dream come true, but it's not enough to live off of. He's struggling and he wishes he would have thought everything out more than he actually did. He's happier, though. He's not in a toxic environment and he can finally be himself. It's still not EASY for a mentally ill kid, but it's better.

Then at the age of nineteen, he gets an audition for a BIG, ANTICIPATED HORROR. The director's well known and is pretty trust worthy with the genre so the chance has Lee's stomach in flips. Then his power finally comes in handy----a nice ghost girl makes a deal with him. She'll take notes of the auditions and the comments their reactions and report back to him, if he got the part he would have to help her move on. Sure enough, he lands it! It's a big part, one of the leads. He still DIES in the end, but it's more than he could have hoped for.

It's his big break. The movie is successful for a horror and the reviews weren't nearly as harsh as he had expected. Some critics even praised his performance! Thank God for that sweet ghost who helped him get what he wanted. He starts to get more offers, land more roles, get more recognized---his dream's coming true. Things are still DIFFICULT for him, but it's BETTER.