#chasey drew

[chase-ydraws]

"You are you! That same dreamer from the forest."

[brasideios]

I’ve been thinking about how, when I was a kid in primary school, back in the late 80s and early 90s in a tiny town in rural Western Australia, we used to play a game called Country.

I have no idea where this game came from - it was just something we always knew how to play. If I had to guess, I suppose it must’ve passed down to us via someone’s older siblings. I know they don’t play it at my primary school anymore, and I would imagine that means it’s a dead local tradition.

That’s a weird thought. So. For posterity.

The game called Country

It was basically an advanced form of chasey (tag). We played it out on the school oval, which was made from compacted yellow sand - rock solid beneath a loose layer of sand on top. Treacherous for the unwary. (So many skinned knees.)

It began by drawing a large circle, using a cone scraped across the surface. I can still hear that sound *so* vividly in my mind. The circle was something like six, seven metres across. It was never precise, but as a kid, it seemed big, and it was then divided into equal segments - one for each player, usually 8 or 9 of us. That segment was your country, hence the name.

We used to name them, but I vaguely recall we might’ve just used brand names? Maybe? I don’t know. But we’d mark them with a logo that we drew with our foot.

The basic premise was that each person took a turn to stand at the centre point, while everyone else scattered; then you chased after them, trying to tag them before they could get back to the safety of their country.

This was made more difficult for the chaser because you were only allowed to tread on your own country to exit the circle. Misstep onto someone else’s land and you lost your turn.

If you succeeded at catching someone, you won the right to lay claim to as much of their land as could be traced using a method that’s difficult to describe, but I’ll try.

You put one foot on the border where you wanted to make your claim - you weren’t allowed to move this first foot from that spot - then shuffled the other foot across the ground, delineating an arc which could be as large as your abilty to extend your legs into a split allowed, basically.

You weren’t allowed to touch the ground with your hands while doing this, you had to balance, and if you did fall, you lost the right to claim the land, so you never wanted to get greedy by over-extending. Being tall was a genuine advantage, as much as being a fast runner.

The whole process of claiming land was taken as seriously as any action in an elite sport - everyone watched with hawk eyes that the rules were honoured. That first foot could not shift along the border. Your hand could not touch the ground. When you tagged someone - was their foot in the line of their country or not?

There were arguments.

You always claimed land that would help you get out of the centre faster in multiple directions, so as far from your own country as you could; and you always started with land on the outer ring of the circle, reducing the other person’s access to their own land, making them easier to catch.

Usually the game lasted over recess and lunch for a couple of days, the lines needing to be redrawn from time to time, especially if it’d been windy.

The winner was the person with the most land when everyone got bored with it, usually once it got down to just a few people who still held land.

That’s it - that’s the game.

It’s really fascinating to think how something so complete could just appear amongst us then disappear again. It makes me think about the Roman board game that we don’t know the rules for; and how many other games like this - ones that leave no material trace - must have come and gone along with it.

[rzdhc]

Some art I drew for my chasey fic "Chuck vs The Misbelief" on ao3 of the Bartowski sisters (Fem!Chuck and Ellie)

[decennia]

MARVEL.

DEAN CHASEY.

alias: Swordsman.

love interest(s): Natasha Romanoff.

face claim: Will Smith.

fic: The Apotheosis of War.

DELILAH DRESDEN.

alias: n/a.

love interest(s): Eddie Brock, Matt Murdock.

face claim: Carly Chaikin.

fic: The Policy of Truth.

DOMINIKA ARSENYOVA.

alias: Mutiny.

love interest(s): Yelena Belova.

face claim: Zoë Kravitz.

fic: The Enemy.

DREW DRESDEN.

alias: n/a.

love interest(s): Peter Parker.

face claim: Odessa Adlon.

fic: We Will Always Have Tomorrow.

EDMUND BARNES.

alias: n/a.

love interest(s): Eileen Stallard.

face claim: David Corenswet.

fic: The Apotheosis of War.

EILEEN STALLARD.

alias: Shieldmaiden.

love interest(s): Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes.

face claim: Vanessa Kirby.

fic: The Apotheosis of War.

MARCIELO HERRERA.

alias: Anelace.

love interest(s): Kate Bishop.

face claim: Isabela Merced.

fic: Recoil.

PAZ MARTÍN.

alias: Rheyadne, Wanderer.

love interest(s): undecided.

face claim: Ana de Armas.

fic: Wanderer.

[the-era-of-shadow]

Hii!! I forgot to post this last night sorry!

BTW I drew this on stream in my discord server :]

[ID: Chaos 0 from Sonic Adventure but drawn in a form that resembles a Mobian Echidna. Chaos has three quills that are held upwards in a tight ponytail, while her other four quills are down. Two of them are knee-length, one on each side of her, while the other two are just under shoulder length, also being one on each side of them. All of her quills except for the three in the ponytail have loose bandages wrapped around them. The bandages are a yellowish off-white. Chaos's eyes are lime green with no irises or pupils. Chaos is wearing a pelted two tone dress, the side to her right being a coral orange and the side to her left being a slightly pinkish red. The sleeves on the dress, which are long sleeves that end at Chaos's wrists, are opposite to the dress, with the right sleeve being red, and the left sleeve being orange. At their waist, there is a black belt, which has a chain drooping from it, which makes a curve across her side, and dangles off with a small charm resembling that of the Master Emerald on the end. Chaos is also wearing a chunky gold necklace with a Master Emerald design on the center point, and a design of two vertical lines and a light blue diamond in the middle of the two lines on each side, golden rectangular shoulder pads and teal sunglasses. Chaos has a cowlick on her left that resembles a water droplet. Written in sky blue on the right of the drawing is "Chaos the Echidna" with an Emerald next to it, and "she/they" written below. The image's background is a light yellow with a white border. /END ID]

A major inspiration for this design is Chasey from the "Hanging Out" AU by TheHydroxian, check em out for me! (Though please don't go be annoying about the fact that I sent ya there)

I prommy I'm working on the next TEoS story lol 👉👈

[masked-phantom]

Another batch of doodles. Technically I drew the first two a bit back but I never posted them (in part because I don’t really like the first one tbh) but shh. A more varied bunch this time, with three Vagabonds and a Sect member to go with the usual Clan members. (if you can’t handle body horror and that kinda stuff... maybe don’t look at the last one too closely)

List of dragons + where to find them in my lair after the read-more!

Clan = Clan of Infinity (Hib Den) Vagabond & Sect = The Vagabonds, Sect of the Shattered Serpent (regular Lair)

Eve (Clan) - Albion (Clan) Iru (Vagabond) - Alvar (Vagabond) Talamir (Clan) - Procyon (Clan) Gild (Clan) Asita (Vagabond) - Chasey (Sect)

[merryfortune]

What Flavour is Rainbow, Anyway?

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Vrains

Ship: Aoi/Miyu

Word Count: 3.4k

Rating: T

Tags: Alternate Universe - Cakeverse, Canon Retelling, Bittersweet, Fluff & Angst, Minor or Implied Disordered Eating

Synopsis: When Aoi remembered Miyu, she began to get a craving for rainbow flavoured ice-cream cake.

   Aoi’s stomach dropped when she realised that she had forgotten something so precious. She also realised that she was really craving rainbow flavoured ice-cream for the first time in ten years when she realised that she had forgotten something so precious as her first friend, Sugisaki Miyu.

   Aoi had been a sullen child for many reasons. Her mother had been widowed when her birth father passed away from cancer. Then she remarried in the virtue of an interview and Aoi felt intimidated by this new family she was a part of. Then, just as she climatised to her new big brother and her step-father, her mother and step-father were killed in an accident and their greater family refused to take them in and took their money too. So, they were homeless and broke for a very long period of time. And, to truly top it off, the cherry on the cake was that Zaizen Aoi was a Fork.

   A Fork was someone who was born unable to taste things that weren’t sweet. Everything else tasted bland. She could smell and have her mouth water of a fine delight of savoury things but the moment she would eat that sizzling steak or crisp, salted brusselsprout, it would all but turn to dust or sand on her tongue. She could drink espresso coffee and be utterly unaffected by the experience until it was diluted with cream and sugar. It was a difficult but not impossible condition to live with; she had a special cherishing of what she could taste. Ice-cream, chocolate, and other sweets were her greatest weakness but like many Forks, there was something especially alluring about cakes.

   Big cakes, small cakes, frosted cakes, sugared cakes, chocolate cakes, vanilla cakes. Aoi could hypnotise herself on the hunger that she felt unto cakes. But not all cakes that Aoi was permitted to taste via the strange phenomenon she was born with were the type of cake that could be found in a patisserie’s window, oh no, some Cakes were human.

  Some Cakes had big smiles and fluffy hair and steel blue eyes. Sugisaki Miyu was one of those people. One of those Cakes who was all human and no pastry. And Miyu was the only one that Aoi had ever tasted.

   Just as there were tell tale signs that a Fork had been born a Fork, there were tell tale signs that a Cake had been born a Cake. Although, these signs were easily scuffed off as coincidence but Cakes tended to bruise or cut more easily; their flesh underneath their skin also seemed not quite as dark - or sometimes, darker than usual - compared to their Fork or Plate counterparts. But on the whole, the general wisdom or convention was that a Cake could go their entire life without realising they were Cake unless they happened to be kissed, licked, or otherwise tasted by a Fork.

   Aoi blushed as the memories of her friendship came rushing back, so sweet and bitter. She licked her lips and that desire for ice-cream, and a very specific flavour and preparation of ice-cream, came back to her mouth. To her tongue. 

   Miyu was just six years old when she had discovered that she was a Cake and that was an age younger than most. It had been an accident, of course. Most discoveries of alignments of being either a Cake or a Plate were accidents. Not the kissing part but the parts which had led up to the kissing part.

   They had been playing in the park, as per usual. Playing chaseys, pretending to be airplanes as they zipped around and were just little children in general. Miyu had gotten clumsy and bold at one point. She made a sharp and sudden turn and sent herself flying into the ground. Luckily though, she didn’t fall face first. She went down knees and hands first. She had jarred her wrists and scraped her wrists but as Aoi drew in closer, fretting, Aoi assured her that she was alright.

   Alright and bleeding. Aoi plopped down beside her and Aoi wiped the blood off. It was candy apple red. It glistened even when smeared in an effort to tidy it up. Aoi stared. Wide-eyed and almost enamoured, licking her lips. She didn’t mean to but there was something odd about Miyu’s scrape. Something about it leapt out at her in a way which made her stomach tighten but not in disgust but in hunger.

   “Somethin’ the matter?” Miyu asked, innocently, blinking.

   Aoi shook her head and she played into being extra concerned to hide how peculiar she felt all of a sudden.

   “A-Are you okay?” Aoi blurted out.

   “I’m fine. It just stings a li’l.” Miyu replied.

   “Let me kiss it better then.” Aoi murmured.

   Miyu laughed. “You’re so sweet, Aoi-chan.”

   Aoi smiled. She put her hands on her knees, kneading the fabric of her green pinafore, and she leaned in. Miyu kept her knee propped upright so Aoi didn’t have to lean in that far. Aoi closed her eyes and she kissed the scrape. Her mouth watered and her nose translated the smell of dirt and blood, though scant, into something else. Into something sweet and delicious and mouth wateringly good.

   “Thank you, Aoi-chan.” Miyu said.

   Aoi reared back and she felt as though she now saw the world in a different light. No, a different taste.

   “Miyu-chan…” Aoi murmured. “A-Are you a Cake?”

   Aoi’s heart pounded in her chest. She remembered being even littler and even younger than she was now and her mother trying to explain her diagnosis to her for the first time. Whilst being a Fork was integral to her understanding of the world, others weren’t quite like that. Some, adults especially, she had been told, liked to keep things like the alignments of Forks, Cakes, and Plates under lock and key, out of the restaurant table, and especially in regards to children because it was “gross” and ruined the sanctity of innocence. Though, not quite in those words, her mother had explained it.

   Aoi feared that Miyu - or at least Miyu’s parents - would be of that stripe.

   “A Cake…?” Miyu asked, quizzical in reply. “I don’t know. What’s a Cake?”

   Aoi could have laughed. Dark and deep and bitter. “Let me explain it to you then…” she said. She got up, too, and extended her hand to Miyu.

   Miyu beamed, ever curious, and she accepted Aoi’s hand. Aoi pulled her up, struggling slightly as she was a little bit weak, she could never do the monkey bars, for instance, but Miyu managed to get up. Aoi looked around and decided this was a conversation for private ears.

   Just like they had had a very dear conversation in the cement tunnel, Aoi decided they could have this conversation there as well. She and Aoi settled inside of it, where it was cool and in the shade, even downright cold like a freezer. 

   Aoi explained to Miyu what it meant to be a Fork and what it meant to be a Cake. Perhaps her information was a little bit addled with inexperience but Miyu got the general gist. She thought it was interesting and exciting. So, as far as she knew, her family was a family of Plates and Plates alone. She felt happy to know she had something special or unique that the rest of her family didn’t have and she wanted to make Aoi feel special and unique as well since it had to suck jawbreakers majorly hard to not be able to taste food - and people - who weren’t sweet.

   Miyu initiated the kiss. She kissed Aoi, all but unthinkingly.

   They had to make sure, of course. It could have just been a fluke that Aoi thought Miyu’s bloody knee tasted sweet. 

   It was to be expected as it was a kiss between young children. It was a messy smooch of a thing. Lips puckered out hard and far. Miyu closed her eyes until her eyelashes crinkled and Aoi stared, eyes wide and glistening, as she was kissed suddenly and without recourse.

   But it was a kiss that tasted like rainbow ice-cream cake. Aoi was certain. Tasting Miyu tasted like the cotton candy and swirls of caramel and chocolate and vanilla. She had a bubble gum aftertaste, complete with a creamy sensation of something slowly melting. She tasted all the bizarre and elusive notes that could only be described as the flavour of rainbow ice-cream. Aoi could feel the temperature drop around her as she all but got brain freeze as Miyu kissed her until she could kiss no more.

   She held the kiss until her lips and her lungs ached. Miyu gasped and panted for air when she broke the kiss. Aoi stood still, in complete awe of Miyu, who smiled.

   “So?” she asked. “Am I? Am I cake? Oooh, what to do I taste like?” 

   Aoi couldn’t find her words but she watched as Miyu tried licking her hands, the dried blood that she had smeared away crackled and she stuck her tongue out.

   “Blegh… yuck…” she murmured to utter disdain.

   “You’re not.” Aoi managed to pipe up all of a sudden. “You - You taste like rainbow ice-cream cake.”

   “I do?” Miyu cooed, eyes going wide and she shone even in the dim light of the cement tunnel they were crammed inside of. “I’ve never had rainbow ice-cream cake before, I’m gonna ask my Mum if you can come over sometime and that she buys some and we can have rainbow ice-cream cake together. Doesn’t that sound fun?”

   Aoi smiled gingerly. Meagerly. It did and it was a shame that such a sweet and flavourful promise could never have come to fruition as Aoi would later realise that Miyu asking such a request of her mother would come to crystallise why her mother found Aoi and, by extension, her brother suspicious rabble rousers. Not to mention the Lost Incident and the debacle of losing the ring would also loom not too far off this moment in time in the cold, cement tunnel.

   Aoi felt something all but pierce her as she came to the ends of these ruminations. It hurt Aoi’s heart - and her stomach and her sense of taste - to have forgotten these precious, precious memories. She grimaced as the blush in her cheeks faded and her body cooled again after warming up so much.

   How could she have ever forgotten? Her fingers curled in against her palm, hard, until her knuckles turned white. Actually, she did have a pretty good idea as to why these things would fade from her and not just because ten years had passed. That moment in time had been traumatic for various reasons - her parents dying, the insecurity of food and money, and more - but also because of her older brother, both distant and overbearing.

   Akira was a Plate. A Plate was someone who was not born able to taste what made Cakes unique nor were they born tasting uniquely sweet. Plates were tentatively called the majority population as there was an unknown number of Cakes who had never realised they were Cakes and assumed they were Plates.

   Still, Aoi was willing to bet that it was Akira’s fault - for better or for worse - that Aoi had forgotten all about her first experience with a Cake as a Fork had been suppressed by him. A decade later, they were the nouveau riche and for a while, one of their biggest interpersonal woes was how difficult it was to get Aoi to eat. At the height of his nervousness to make sure that Aoi was getting all her vitamins and nutrients, she was seeing three different dieticians who specialise in helping Forks. 

   It wasn’t intentional, she knew that deeply, but it did make Aoi feel worse about her status as a Fork. She remembered how when she was six and he was sixteen, homeless for the first time, that Akira had to bribe her with lollipops and gumdrops, sitting outside of convenience stores, trying to get her to eat sandwiches with chicken and salad. She still carried that guilt of being an extra inconvenience in their trying times. 

   So, possibly, the joy and thrill of what made being a Fork fun had been lost underneath all that. 

   Even now, unearthing these memories of what joy of tasting a Cake, were sullied by the knowledge that Miyu was currently suffering. The Light Ignis had to pay, that much Aoi was certain, so she linked up with Aqua. To bring Miyu back - and maybe kiss her again, too, that would be nice, sweet, Aoi thought.

   Unfortunately, good intentions were all well and fine but spoiled quicker than Aoi imagined. 

   She tried her best. She got further than she had in the past. But it turned all for naught as once more the burden fell to Playmaker. Bohman was a seemingly insurmountable and indomitable force; Aoi had duelled to the best of her ability as Blue Maiden, with Aqua by her side, but together, they had fallen. They had failed. And once more, Playmaker had to take his allies’ losses upon his own stead and continue on even as his own heart wailed in the sour agony of it all.

    At least it turned out alright in the end. Aoi just wished she could have been there for it. For that moment when Bohman was defeated and all could sigh in relief. At least she could have been there, when it rained gold, and all could grin that it was finally over. 

   Yet Aoi kept waiting… and waiting… and waiting. Aqua never returned. Ai did, however, but he was in such a state of grief that he was unwilling and unable to divulge a thing but it became starkly apparent to Aoi that Aqua was gone. Likely never to come back. And that notion harrowed her harshly.

   She and Aqua had made plans with good tidings to return to Miyu’s bedside together. Now Aoi would have to do it alone. But she wanted to see her sweet Miyu again so badly but it was so terrifying.

   What if Miyu was nothing like how Aoi remembered?

   What if she was nothing like how Miyu remembered?

   What if…?

   The thoughts were spiralling and endless. They left Aoi unable to leave her room for a couple days. Unable to eat little more than ice-cream and extremely sweetened yogurt to her older brother’s vast displeasure but he knew that she needed some space and comfort. So, he tried his best and treated her fragilely until Aoi was finally able to emerge from her room, all her teardrops cried, and she put on something nice to wear.

   She had a hospital visitation that she needed to make. She just hoped that Miyu would still be there, at that place that Aqua had found her when she had first entered the human world to find her Origin. She also hoped that it would be just like when she had woken up from her own coma with days and days of observation and remission and doing nothing in the wake of.

   Aoi stopped to get flowers on the way. She thought it would be a kind or thoughtful gesture. She never received any flowers when she got out of the hospital. A statement reading that she had no close friends and that her brother saw too much of the big picture and not enough of the small details as flowers were prone to wilting so what would be the point?

   Aoi thought so long as they were vivid and vibrant, wondrously fragrant and sweet, for just a moment that would be enough. She had a feeling that Miyu would feel the same so Aoi purchased a bouquet of white flowers encased in light blue cellophane before continuing on with her journey to Miyu’s hospital which was out of many of the precincts and boundaries that Aoi visited in Den City. It was strange to think they were so close and yet so far but the city was big and sprawling, all lit up with electric lights.

   Multiple people flashed her a smile when they saw her carrying the bouquet. Those smiles all existed on a continuum of happy and sad with the sadder smiles, quietly empathetic, had become more frequent as Aoi entered the hospital as compared to those unknowing, bright smirks that she had collected closer to the florist or at bus stops. At the hospital, it was cold and quiet. She said hello to the receptionist and she made an interview to see if she could visit Miyu and she was in luck.

   A room on the third floor and in the sixth room, it really wasn’t that hard to find yet Aoi was breathless by the time that she had arrived in front of that door. There was a whiteboard marker plaque with Miyu’s name on it but Aoi, strangely enough, didn’t feel the need to knock. She knew she would be welcome so she pushed open the door.

   Miyu’s head turned immediately. She had been sitting up with a pillow against her, watching the television mounted on the wall across from her. At first she was on edge, nothing was scheduled for right now but that single second of apprehension dissipated when she saw that face. Those eyes. That hair.

   “Aoi-chan…” she gasped breathlessly.

   Miyu sounded so elated. Her eyes were wide with wonder and magic. Aoi’s heart leapt to her throat. She almost dropped her bouquet but she made sure to hold onto it tighter as she broke one of the golden rules of hospitals: no running in the halls or the rooms. Ten years of feelings - some she knew, some she did, and some zany and miscellaneous - simply exploded inside of her and she was propulsed forward.

   She collapsed at Miyu’s bedside and she leaned over to hug Aoi. Aoi buried her face in the sheets at Miyu’s stomach and she cried. They both cried. It was messy and cathartic and Aoi lifted her head first. Miyu looked so beautiful in her disbelief. Her steely blue eyes were wet and shining with tears and love.

   “I-I’m so sorry.” Miyu stuttered out. All the rehearsals in her head vanished. “I should have… I should have done something. Y-You were so brave, Aoi-chan, thank you so much. I - I wish I could have been as brave as you.”

   Aoi was heartbroken to hear Miyu say that and so, she blurted it out, “I know about the Lost Incident.” she said. “And you are so, so, so, much braver than I ever could have been.”

   Miyu froze. She looked as though she had been caught in a deep freeze of dry ice. 

   “H-How do you know about the Lost Incident?” Miyu stammered out.

   Aoi began to get up off her knees. She sat at Miyu’s bed side and she caressed the side of Miyu’s face. She paled suddenly but her round cheeks were soft. Aoi tucked a strand of Miyu’s long, straight hair behind her ear.

   “We have a lot to talk about.” Aoi confessed. 

   “We do.” Miyu agreed, her voice going a little high. “Where to start, ain’t that the question?”

   “It is.” Aoi replied.

   “But I know where I want to start.” Miyu said and she lifted her face to Aoi. “I want to know if you still wanna have that ice-cream date after all this time. Like, what kind of flavour is rainbow ice-cream, anyway, huh?”

   Aoi giggled. There were bigger and more pressing issues at this bedside but it heartened her to start soft and comforting rather than starting dark and disconcerting. 

   “It’s tasty, that’s what it is.” Aoi murmured. She leaned in and she let Miyu kiss her again.

   Aoi sighed into the kiss. She closed her eyes, relaxed, and she was taken by the dulcet taste of what Miyu had to offer her as Cake before a Fork. The salt of her tears that had dribbled down to the edges of her mouth tasted like sugar. She possessed the flavour of sublime nostalgia: of halcyon, summer afternoons and ice-cream eaten with a grin, with it dripping down over her hands. She was delicious. And Aoi kissed harder, trying to eat her Cake and then some, making Miyu moan and paw at her, wanting to be eaten.

[asherranceoftheheart]

#2 Drabble for Blank!AU - JSE

Pairings: Gen/Platonic Character/s: Antisepticeye, Chase Brody Warnings: Soft!Anti, Mild Body Horror, Nightmares (AO3 Edition for better and easier reading)

A red hallway stretches out eternally in front of him while the sound of crying children screeches into his ears, worsening the high-pitched ringing noise that seems to drill itself into the depths of his aching brain. His eyesight blurred the lines together making one hallway into two and then four and then eight and then more.

He attempted to scramble to the side to fumble for the wall to ground himself but his knees felt like they turned into jelly, sending him forwards to faceplant on the floor. Thankfully, his control over his arms came back at the right time and he managed to keep himself from breaking his nose on the ground.

The man breathed harshly, his head throbbing to the rhythm of his racing heartbeat. It hurts to think. It hurts to feel.

“Chase…” He tensed as a hissing whisper called out his name, beckoning him with a sinister giggle in its voice.

He managed to muster up the energy to raise his head and he froze on the floor.

Someone is in front of him, reaching out a hand and slowly taking one step after another towards him. They were— He’s never seen them before…

…

He hasn’t right?

They were wearing a lab co… No, a blue cape— A dark blue v— No… No. This is wrong. This is all wr—

An electric shock shot straight up his spine and he stumbled back, still sitting on the ground with wide eyes.

Oh. He knows this person.

Jagged smiles reflecting the shattered sharp shards beneath his mask. An oozing, bleeding gash standing out in that pale white neck… But those eyes, those cold, cruel b́̕͝r͏͞͏ó̡͠k҉̷e͟͞n̷̢͞ green eyes stared emptily at him.

No… That’s not… That’s not h—!

“Who are you?” He choked out, the urge to flee rises the more this unfamiliar person approached him with a calm gait.

They smiled wider, tilting their head to the side and was that a flash of blue in his eyes—

“What do you want from me?” He whispered as they finally came to a stop in front of him, looming over him with a blank, menacing smile.

They stood there staring into each other’s eyes as time stopped. He was drowning. Drowning in that greengreengreenbluegreen—

Suddenly, they leaned down and a hand grabbed his neck, wrapping those thin fingers around him and digging their nails into his skin as they leaned forward to whisper into his ears.

“Why are you crying Chasey? Aren’t you glad to see me?” And then there was blue gazing into his widened, dilated eyes and he had to get away. He has to get his brother—

He fell down his bed with a loud thump. His hands clawed at his throat feeling something invisible trying to choke his breath out. His nails drew angry red lines on his skin, becoming an eerily similar mark to that of his older brother’s scar.

His older brother…! He… He needed him!

He scrambled up from his floor, stumbling out blindly into the dark hallway of the house before dragging his feet towards the black door at the end. Chase didn’t even knock as he shoved the door open without so much of a hello.

“Anti,” he sobbed, hot wet tears streamed down his cheeks and blurred his sight to what others would consider to be a horrifyingly eldritch scene inside the room.

Long spindly limbs snaked towards him coming from the black, broken form covering the entire ceiling. Red tipped claws gently brushed away his tears as he was tugged deeper into the darkness that he always associated with safety and comfort. The door closed with a silent click behind him but he was far more focused on the hissing croons slipping into his ears, shushing his sobs as he was brought closer to his older brother’s dark form with many green eyes staring at him.

He fell against that comforting prickly darkness in the only bed in the room while a claw brushed away his hair from the right side of his head to reveal the newly reopened hole oozing with blood. He closed his eyes to get away from those furious, painful green eyes before he felt the form shifting once more into a more solid, more humane body. He buried his face into that comforting black shirt while Anti curled his body around him.

“Shh…” Anti whispered, covering the bleeding hole in his head with a hand before a shot of static blissfully numbed the migraine drilling into his brain. “It was all just a bad dream.”

“I’m scared,” Chase hated how pathetically small his voice came out. He especially hated how he felt like a child seeking comfort from his parents after a terrible nightmare whenever he had nights like this one.

“I know,” Anti rubbed the back of his neck with his thumb, retreating his claws back to the dulled nails of that of a human to avoid accidentally scratching his brother. “I won’t let anything hurt you.”

There was steel behind those words that eased something tight in Chase’s chest. Of course Anti would protect him. He’s been taking care of him right from the very start, hasn't he?

The knowledge that nothing would ever manage to harm him while he’s in the darkness of his brother’s arms was starting to calm him down from the frenzied state he found himself in after his already fading nightmare.

“Care to tell me what your nightmare was before you forget it?” There was no judgement, no irritation in Anti’s voice. He’s thankful for that. He’s always thankful for Anti.

“Red hallway and a bunch of faces I can’t remember.” Chase mumbled against his shirt knowing that Anti is very much fluent in Chasese. “I got choked. I think.”

At those words, Anti pulled him back with a frown. He let the elder scan him over with those sharp eyes and shivered when Anti trailed a finger over his neck which was starting to grow sore from how he clawed at it earlier.

“You left some light scratch marks on your neck.” Anti murmured. “Thankfully, we just cut your nails earlier or else this would all be a lot worse. It’s not painful is it?”

Chase shook his head. It was just a bit sore but not anything painful. Anti just hummed beneath his breath and Chase resisted the urge to groan in relief when he felt his brother working his magic into the marks judging from the coolness that was seeping over from the hand that wrapped around his neck. He trusted his brother so much that although he knew Anti could snap his neck with a single flick of his wrist, he knew that he would never do that to him.

He closed his eyes and pressed the unmarred side of his head against Anti’s chest, listening to his brother’s erratically beating heart that only a being that wasn’t human could live through. In the beginning, he was unnerved by the sound but now it was another thing that he saw as a symbol of comfort. He felt Anti brush some of the matted hair away from the wound on his free side.

“It’s closed up again. Good.” He heard him mutter before he stilled underneath him.

He sighed at the soothing back and forth motions of Anti playing with his hair. It was slowly pulling him back to sleep along with the sound of his brother’s heartbeat. He won’t have anymore bad dreams tonight. Anti would protect him from them. His obsessive, overprotective brother would make sure of that.

“Go back to sleep.” He faintly heard Anti’s voice as if he was talking to him through a blanket. “You won’t get any nightmares anymore. I promise.”

Chase’s lips pulled up into a tired but sincere smile.

“I know,” he echoed his brother’s words from earlier. “I know you won’t let anything hurt me while I’m with you.”

Having said his piece, he allowed sleep to pull him into a world of peaceful dreams. He was safe. He was loved.

Anti watched over his slumbering form with a blank look even as fury rose up inside him. The shadows around the room writhed at their master’s protective rage. He buried his face into his boy’s fluffy coffee brown hair and breathed in deeply to calm himself down.

“I won’t let him get you,” Anti swore, his fangs lengthening at the mere idea of those words. “I’ll keep you safe… no matter what.”

The demon sat still the entire night, eyes eerily glowing in the darkness as he kept watch, and listened to his brother’s breathing while his other eyes kept watch on the outside until light started streaming in as morning broke through.

He’s willing to spend an entire eternity of sleepless nights so long as he keeps his brother happy. He won’t fail him again. This he swore on his entire existence.

[littlegreypistol]

Okie.. And Chasey! I drew you! Wanna see!?

Hell yeah!

[fightmewiatch]

Halloween Day Seventeen - Skulduggery

Skulduggery: devious behavior

       With a quick glance around the dark hall, you knocked on the large wooden door, and shoved it open, slipping in and shutting it behind you. The sound of a laugh made you smile and turn to see Chase, reclining on his bed, one foot on the floor, the other stretched along the bed, as he shifted to put the joint in the ashtray on the nightstand. The sight of you made him grin, and extend his hand.

“Hey, gorgeous.”

“Hey, Chasey,” you replied, kicking off your shoes as you crawled over his leg and stretched out against his side, head nestling on his shoulder. “Missed you.”

“Missed you too,” he murmured, kissing your hair as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. “Work go okay?”

“It was work, I ain’t praising it,” you chuckled, as he laughed quietly. “How’d your test go?”

“Oh, I aced it,” he replied with a grin, pulling you a little closer.

“You sound really sure of yourself,” you pointed out, reaching across him for the joint, and tipping your head to see him as he swiped it from your fingers. “Hey.”

“Of course I’m sure, baby,” Chase grinned, flashing his eyes before taking a drag. It made you snort, and curl your fingers in the front of his shirt.

“You cheated, didn’t you?” Leaning in, Chase pinched your chin between his fingers, parting your lips as he puffed out the smoke, his lips brushing yours as your eyes fluttered shut. It was a soft kiss, the smoke from the joint burning just so as it passed through your mouth to your throat.

“Hey, I wouldn’t have had to, if someone had let me study,” he smirked, as he pulled back, quickly putting the joint down as you squawked and slapped his chest.

“If I remember correctly, Collins, you were the reason no studying happened.” When he gasped, mock-offended, you climbed off the bed, moving towards his dresser to tug open his underwear drawer.

“What’re you doing?”

“Proof,” you laughed, pulling out the DVD and throwing it into his lap, his eyes dropping to see the porn cover staring up at him. “You were determined to watch this. In fact, I believe my words were, ‘We can watch that after we study’, and you countered by fl-” Before you could finish your sentence, Chase’s eyes went black, and the sound of the porn, the moaning woman and low dirty talk from the man, filtered out of the TV behind you. “That. You did that,” you huffed, reaching back to turn the TV off.

      The feeling of hands on your hips made you squawk, the pressure enveloping you before you found yourself on the bed, and Chase putting the joint out in the ashtray as he rolled on top of you.

“Chase Collins.”

“C’mon, baby,” he murmured, grazing his lips against yours, exhaling between your lips as you hummed, and cupped his face. “Not like we got anythin’ tomorrow, right?”

“You’re such a bad boy,” you teased, as he flashed his eyes, the black burning out the white, as he smirked down at you.

      The lights in the room dimmed, the movie flickering back on in the background. You didn’t worry about the sound of the movie or the smell of the pot leaking out into the the rest of the building, knowing Chase had taken care of it - he always did. So with a small smile, you drew him close, shifting to hook your legs around his waist.

“But I love it,” you purred, moaning as he sealed his lips against yours, hips rocking down as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, and held him close.

Halloween Write-O-Ween

[chase-ydraws]

so i finished that doodle of the hobbit ocs

and Kíli

ocs Fuinor and Laufrín (middle and middle-right respectively) belong to @wolf-in-a-trenchcoat and are my ocs' adoptive parents :3

[chirpy-chase]

Make Your Move Pt 5

A/N sorry for no update yesterday my life got a ‘lil hectic also this one is kinda(?)  longer? yea I think it is.

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tw: blood and needle mention.

Twisted home.

Chase held back a scream as he was hoisted into the air, the feeling of cold metal pressing against the bare skin of his arm. “Heeeeeeeellooooooo Chasey wasey!!!!! We were told you wouldn’t be here for a while!” there was the first voice, he still couldn’t see what exactly was speaking, but it was some sort of machine for sure. “But that’s okay.” wait the second voice is there too. “That just means more time for us to play!!” the thing turned Chase around in its grasp, giving him a good look at just what this thing was.

Oh gods. It was horrifying. Some sort of robot, with elongated metal limbs, and claws. Oh gosh, the claws they looked so sharp. He turned his gaze up to its face and regretted it so badly. It looked like his friend, complete with the mask. But it’s eyes….they glowed, and the face had lines running through it, splitting it into sections. All in all, it made him feel sick.

“C’mon! Let’s go have fun!” it bounded away, holding onto Chase like a child to a doll. Going down too many twists and turns for him to keep track of, and then they were there. It looked slightly familiar to Chase, a faint memory from ages ago, playing with a friend. But no matter, now’s the time to get out of here. The twisted being tossed Chase to the side. Unfortunately for him, he landed on his arm and heard a soft pop, before pain flooded his body. He whimpered, and the thing turned its eyes to him.

“Oh no! We broke him!”

“Don’t worry, broken toys can be fixed,” it bent down and took hold of Chase again. To his surprise, it was quite gentle with him, popping the dislocated shoulder back into place.

“See? Easy as that.”

“Wowie! We really did it!” It seemed to bounce with joy, so happy that it had accomplished this task.

“Wait….what if we could fix the toy...permanently? Upgrade?”

“Does he need to be upgraded? Actually, he probably does, since he broke so easily.”

It picked Chase up again, this time putting him on the table. It carefully examined him,  poking his cheek. He winced as it drew a little blood. It seemed surprised by that, making sure not to do that again as it examined each part of him, mentally measuring the length of each limb, where the joins were et cetera.

“So small,” it remarked, “Not much to work with. Oh well, guess we’ll just have to make do” it walked over to a shelf, pulling what looked like a syringe down from the top, as well as a little kit thingy. It turned back around and walked to the table, grabbing his arm.

“Don’t worry, this won’t hurt a bit.”

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[nitewrighter]

Given all the tension they started out with how about a prompt of Hanzo sharing a childhood Genji story with Mercy while they take care of baby Rei?

Hanzo’s brow furrowed at the board book, where a fuzzy cartoon lamb with impossibly large and sparkly highlighted eyes stared back at him with a haunting, soulless, saccharinity. “Surely you’re joking,” he said, glancing up.

“She loves Little Lamby Lambkins,” said Mercy, folding laundry, “And you did say if there was anything you could do to help out with Genji on that mission…” 

Rei cooed in the crook of Hanzo’s arm and reached out a chubby hand toward the board book, her other hand stuck in her mouth. Hanzo huffed and took a seat on the couch next to Mercy, positioning Rei so her back was against him and opening the board book so Rei could see the pictures.

“‘On a Sunny-wunny day,’” Hanzo started reading, “‘Little Lamby Lambkins woke up and blinked her sleepy-weepy eyes—’ You cannot seriously tell me Genji reads this drivel to her every night.”

“Every night. We do make a point to read her other books but… babies like routine,” said Mercy, picking up a pile of baby clothes and walking to the dresser in Rei’s nursery.

“Eh! Ehhh!” Rei pushed her spit-covered hands on Hanzo’s arm insistently and slapped another hand on the board book to signal to him to keep reading. 

Hanzo sighed and continued. “‘‘Oh me oh my!’ said Little Lamby Lambkins, ‘What adventure-wentures will I have today?’’” Hanzo broke his eyes away from the page and called down the hall, “‘Adventure-wentures?’ Really?”

“Hanzo, it’s a baby book. It’s not exactly Shakespeare,” said Mercy, coming from the other room to grab another pile of laundry and heading to her and Genji’s room.

“Ugh,” Hanzo turned his attention back to the page, “ ‘And so Little Lamby Lambkins prancey-wanceyed across the daisy-waysy meadow. ‘What a pretty-witty day,’ she said, ‘I sure hope that meany-weenie wolf doesn’t chasey-wace me. He sure is scary wary–’ ’ I am not doing this.” Hanzo clapped the book shut, prompting a protesting wail from Rei.

“Hanzo!” Mercy yelled his name in warning from the other room.

“Rei,” Hanzo turned Rei around in his lap and picked her up so they were staring right into each other’s eyes, “Look at me. You are not a lamb. You are a dragon. Do you understand? A dragon. Dra-gon.

Rei furrowed her brow, said something that sounded vaguely like ‘Drabaga’ and smacked a tiny spit-covered hand on Hanzo’s forehead. 

“Yes, a dragon,” said Hanzo, still staring into Rei’s eyes with the utmost seriousness, “The most powerful creature in the heavens. Rulers of the North and South winds. Yours is a bloodline that has toppled empires, ended dynasties, and changed the course of history countless times. Your ancestors are warriors, spies, and assassins of unparalleled power and skill. And now as our family empire crumbles with its own corruption, you are the Shimada clan’s last hope for redemp–”

“A-hem,” Mercy cleared her throat. Hanzo broke his sight away from Rei to see Mercy standing next to the couch, arms folded and brow furrowed, “Hanzo, what did we establish?”

Hanzo glanced at Rei and sheepishly set her down in his lap, “That…Uncle duties don’t include shoving a blood-soaked ninja destiny down the throat of an eight-month-old.”

“That’s right,” said Mercy.

Rei chattered in her gibberish and was pulling at Hanzo’s beard. Hanzo looked back at Mercy.

“But you understand, she has to know what she is,” said Hanzo.

“I know, but there obviously must be a better way of going about it than… ranting in her face,” said Mercy, “I doubt even your father would think that’s appropriate for story time.”

Hanzo extended a hand toward Rei and watched as she grabbed at his fingers, furrowing her brow and quietly babbling. “Our father told us many stories,” he said, smiling a little, “Momotarō, The Boy Who Drew Cats, Urashima Tarō….Genji loved them. I always felt like he got more out of them. For him, the stories were Father entertaining us, for me, I assumed there was always some metaphor, some lesson, and the sillier ones were a waste of time.”

“Well.. there had to be one you liked, at least?” said Mercy.

“None I have a book for,” said Hanzo, as Rei gummed his fingers. His brow furrowed and he gave a glance to the pile of unmated socks on the coffee table, “But… I can improvise,” he took his hand from Rei (who only protested a little), set Rei on the couch, wiped off the drool on his pant leg and took a red sock and blue sock from the pile, then pulled the socks over his hands. “Once upon a time there were two Oni, a Red oni, and a blue one,” he said, gesturing with each of the socks. Mercy snickered a little. “The Red Oni wanted to be friends with the children in the nearby village,” he tickled Rei with the red sock and she cackled, “But–the children were too afraid of him, so he was lonely and sad.” He pulled the red sock away, prompting Rei to reach out toward it and whine, “So his friend the Blue Oni hatched a plan. ‘I will scare the children,’ he said ‘And you will come in and rescue them. Then you will be a hero and they will love you.’ And so the Blue Oni chased the children of the village around. Roaring. Rar! Rar!” He tickled Rei with the blue sock and she shrieked and laughed, it even got a laugh out of Mercy. “So the Red Oni chased off the Blue Oni, and the Blue Oni’s plan succeeded: The children loved him. They played all day together, but the next day, when the Red Oni went to the Blue Oni’s cave to thank him, he found it empty, with only a letter. ‘Dear Red Oni,’ the letter said, ‘By the time you read this, I will be gone. If people find out you are my friend and the whole thing was a ruse, they will never be friends with you, so I have left. I wish you all happiness. Your friend, Blue Oni.’ And so the Red Oni cried and cried, and they never saw each other again.”

Hanzo smiled, content with the story he had just told, then gave a glance over to Mercy, whose brow was crinkled and whose mouth was hanging open.

“That… that is a very depressing ending,” she said.

“…Well it was my favorite of my fathers’ stories,” said Hanzo, giving Rei another tickle with the red sock.

“…It would be your favorite, wouldn’t it?” said Mercy, with a sigh.

“What’s that supposed to mean!?” said Hanzo.

—-

Genji’s mission was a success and the Orca arrived back at the Watchpoint in the small hours of the morning. He entered his own apartment quietly, not wanting to disturb anyone. He checked in on the nursery, only faintly lit by a nightlight and the lights from his own visor and armor, and gave a glance into the crib, saw Rei peacefully sleeping, then gave a nod before heading out and down the hall to his and Mercy’s room, clicking off his faceplate, his helmet, and plates of his armor as he walked. By the time he reached his own bed, he was completely unarmored. He rolled his shoulders and climbed into bed. Mercy made a small sound as she felt his weight on the mattress, and turned around.

“Welcome back,” she murmured, turning around and pulling him against her into a sleepy embrace.

“Did I miss anything?” asked Genji, ready to let sleep overtake him, “No first words or first steps?”

“No, no you didn’t,” Mercy said, her words half consumed by a yawn.

“Good… Good,” said Genji with a tired sigh. There was a beat. “Angela?” he said softly.

“Mm?” Mercy was already more than half-asleep again.

“Why are there two socks in our daughter’s crib?”

[tellusepisode]

A Wilderness of Error Season 1 Opening at September 25, 2020 on FX and next day FX on Hulu

Documentary, Crime | TV Series (2020– )

When Army surgeon Jeffrey MacDonald is sent to prison for killing his family, a storm of swirling narratives challenges our very ability to find the truth all the while overshadowing a chilling possibility: MacDonald may be an innocent man.

Examines the evidence in the case against MacDonald, who was convicted in 1979 of murdering his pregnant wife and two daughters. A Green Beret physician, MacDonald claimed that the murders were committed by drug-crazed hippies.

Director: Marc Smerling

Writer: Errol Morris

Stars: Clay Boulware, John Morgan, Logan Stearns, Roger Hervas, Bryan King, Gina Mazzara, Audrey Nita Bennett

►Cast

Clay Boulware… Joe McGinniss 5 episodes, 2020John Morgan… Jeffrey MacDonald 5 episodes, 2020Logan Stearns… Jeffrey MacDonald 5 episodes, 2020Roger Hervas… Foreman (1979) / … 4 episodes, 2020Bryan King… Detective Beasley 4 episodes, 2020Gina Mazzara… Helena Stoeckley (1979) / … 4 episodes, 2020Audrey Nita Bennett… Mildred Kassab 3 episodes, 2020Chris Cartusciello… Freddy Kassab 3 episodes, 2020Catherine Dawson… Helena Stoeckley (1970) 3 episodes, 2020Paul Spriggs… Jeffrey MacDonald 3 episodes, 2020James Trenton… Bernie Segal 3 episodes, 2020Kalyn Altmeyer… Colette MacDonald 2 episodes, 2020Andy Davies… Britt (1979) 2 episodes, 2020Nick Dietz… Colonel Rock / … 2 episodes, 2020Joe Gambino… Freddy Kassab / … 2 episodes, 2020Caitlyn Greene… Helena Stoeckley 2 episodes, 2020Rashid Helper… Witness Kennedy 2 episodes, 2020Clint Hromsco… Kathryn’s Lawyer / … 2 episodes, 2020Alexander Hunt… Hippie 2 episodes, 2020Avery Ilardi… Kimberley MacDonald 2 episodes, 2020Riley King… Captain Somers 2 episodes, 2020Fred Klie… Witness Underhill (2012) 2 episodes, 2020Ran Levy… CID Agent Ivory 2 episodes, 2020Adam M. Rosenfeld… Prosecutor Blackburn / … 2 episodes, 2020Ed Malone… Prosecutor Murtagh 2 episodes, 2020Amelie McKendry… Britt’s Wife (1979) / … 2 episodes, 2020Renee Monaco… Court Attendee / … 2 episodes, 2020Shawthel Stephenson… Prosecutor Blackburn 2 episodes, 2020Walker Vreeland… Bernie Segal 2 episodes, 2020Suzanna Woodhead… Coffee Shop Patron / … 2 episodes, 2020Charlie Wright… Hippie Suspect Mitchell 2 episodes, 2020Kelly Young… Scantily Clad Woman 2 episodes, 2020John Abrahante… Hippie 1 episode, 2020Arthur Adams… Courtroom Attendee 1 episode, 2020Maria Alessi… Juror (1979) 1 episode, 2020Frantzdy Alexandre… Hippie Suspect 1 episode, 2020Natasha Amato… Biker 1 episode, 2020Dan Anderson… Ambulance Attendant / … 1 episode, 2020Charles Antonocci… Coffee Shop Patron 1 episode, 2020Edwin Bacher… Witness Sigmon 1 episode, 2020Robert Barnes… Hippie Suspect 1 episode, 2020Stephanie Beauchamp… Typist 1 episode, 2020John Beckwith… Juror (1979) 1 episode, 2020Heather Beeman… Juror (1979) 1 episode, 2020Stephen Beers… Craig Chamberlain 1 episode, 2020Jimmy Berry… CID Lab Tech 1 episode, 2020Daniel Bitar… Hippie 1 episode, 2020Evgeniia Borisenko… Courtroom Attendee 1 episode, 2020P.J. Bracco… Drug Addict Veteran 1 episode, 2020Madeline Brennan… Errol’s Wife 1 episode, 2020Joy Bridenbaker… Kathryn 1 episode, 2020Doug Brochu… Crime Scene Photographer 1 episode, 2020Megan Bruno… Stenographer 1 episode, 2020Ashlie Burgun… Biker 1 episode, 2020Christian Carrigan… MP Dickerson 1 episode, 2020Bradley Carrington… Reporter Keeler 1 episode, 2020Morgan Carroll… Typist 1 episode, 2020Stephen Caruso… Joe McGinniss (2012) 1 episode, 2020Chris Chasey… Newsstand Passerby / … 1 episode, 2020Fig Chilcott… Christina 1 episode, 2020Spike Christie… Errol 1 episode, 2020Jason John Cicalese… Biker 1 episode, 2020Matt Clemons… FBI Agent 1 episode, 2020Molly Kielty Cochran… Teenage Colette MacDonald 1 episode, 2020Sally Connors… Witness Britt (2012) 1 episode, 2020Quinn Corcoran… Police Officer Gaddis 1 episode, 2020Natalie Cyman… Coffee Shop Patron 1 episode, 2020Annalyce D’Agostino… Juror (1979) 1 episode, 2020Mark Daly… Witness Berryhill 1 episode, 2020Samuel Davel… Dr. Neal / … 1 episode, 2020Michael DeBarge… Biker 1 episode, 2020Tom DellaBitta… Biker 1 episode, 2020Jennifer DiNicola… Hippie 1 episode, 2020Mark DiStefano… Soldier 1 episode, 2020Clyde Drew… Bobby Jones 1 episode, 2020Derrick Duemler… Crime Scene Tech 1 episode, 2020Ryan Lee Dunlap… CID Agent Pickering 1 episode, 2020Vince Eisenson… CID Agent Kearns 1 episode, 2020Frank Failla… Detective Madden 1 episode, 2020Justin Faircloth… Color Guard MP 1 episode, 2020Abby Farmer… Typist 1 episode, 2020Nick Ferraro… MP Mica (2012) 1 episode, 2020Jessica Finn… Juror (1979) 1 episode, 2020Robert Foerster… Color Guard MP 1 episode, 2020Jesse Friedman… Legal Counsel Malley 1 episode, 2020Chris Frigo… Defense Counsel Douthat 1 episode, 2020John Gigante… Legal Advisor Beale / … 1 episode, 2020Nick Grabowski… MP Tevere 1 episode, 2020Anders Groop… Military Policeman 1 episode, 2020Everly Harris… Kristen MacDonald 1 episode, 2020Kareem Harvey… Military Policeman 1 episode, 2020Donald Hathaway… Reporter 1 episode, 2020Mark Jeffrey Hayes… Assistant Prosecutor Crawley 1 episode, 2020Cameron Mitchell Haynes… CID Agent Hodges 1 episode, 2020Victor Hazan… Military Policeman 1 episode, 2020Alec A. Head… Witness Posey 1 episode, 2020Sini Hill… Typist 1 episode, 2020Barrington Hinds… Color Guard MP 1 episode, 2020Cody Hively… Legal Counsel Malley 1 episode, 2020T.J. Hoban… Ticket Seller 1 episode, 2020

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[blinkymonster]

The FarAway Princess Part One

Once there was a Queen and a Prince who lived in a castle high on a hill. They had four daughters who lived with them, the Princesses Bonnie, Jill, Glade and Vale

And the Prince had another daughter who lived far away, Princess Rei.

The Prince would write letters to Rei, letting her know what had been happening at the castle.

He told her about Princess Bonnie and her horse riding. He told her about Princess Jill and her dancing. He told her about Princess Glade and her judo. And he told her about Princess Vale and her gymnastics.

But the letters didn’t get answered. The Prince didn’t mind, for he knew that Rei would want to know what was happening at the castle. Even though she lived far away, she was still a part of the family. And so he wrote more letters.

He told her about a visit to a local church, where Bonnie and Jill and Glade and Vale climbed a nearby mountain and saw kangaroos and dingos. He told her about an adventure to a nearby chasm where a local man explained to them the history of the land. He told them about their schooling and how they were learning their letters and numbers. And he told them of how they played in the castle and little things about their days.

But even these letters went unanswered. And so the Prince decided to try something new.

He went to the castle Wizard, Kel the Magnificent, to see if he could help.

“How are you today Kel?”, asked the Prince.

“Magnificent”, replied Kel, “What brings you to my grotto?”

“I wish to speak with the Princess Rei”, said the Prince, “Can you dial her up using that wizard chat service, Skrype?”

“I can do better than that”, said Kel, “We can use my latest spell, “WizChat”! I recently got it patented and its currently trending in the top ten hottest cantrips on the Mage’s Spell-Store!”

The Prince was duly impressed by Kel’s wizardly feats and then pressed him to make the connection.

Within moments, Kel had magicked a connection with Rei. A disc of light appeared before the Prince. Within the disc the Prince could see swirling lights and the magical words, “Connecting…”.

Then the image shifted and changed until the image of Rei appeared. The Prince hadn’t seen Rei in a while and she had grown into a teenager!

“Hello Rei”, said the Prince, “It is good to see you again, I haven’t seen you in a while.”

“You don’t visit”, said Rei sulkily.

“I know it’s been difficult for you”, replied the Prince, “It’s been difficult for us too. All of us here want to make you feel part of the family, but it is very hard when we are so far away and don’t see each other very much. I thought the letters about what the girls were doing here would help us keep in touch.”

“Those letters made me feel like you were just boasting about what you and the Princesses do, that I don’t get to do because I’m not there”, said Rei grumpily.

“Oh”, said the Prince, “Well, what about the letters about what we were doing, the places we visited, how the Princesses are doing in school and what they get up to when they’re at the castle?”

“I didn’t read those letters”, Rei replied mopilly.

“You know”, continued the Prince, “You’re sounding as though you need a holiday. How about you come and visit us over here?”

“But the Princesses don’t know me”, Rei protested.

“Then they can get to know you, and you can get to know them.” “But I’ll be picked on or left out”, said Rei, dejected.

“No you won’t, we’re family and we do things together.”

“I’ll be forced to do things I don’t want to do”, Rei interjected.

“You never know, you might find something new and fun”.

“Oh, all right”, Rei said, exhausted, “I’ll try it this time”.

And so the Prince set to organising. A flying coach to collect the Princess Rei and transport her to the castle. He told the Queen and Bonnie and Jill and Vale and Glade and they were all very excited. The Princesses hadn’t seen their sister, the Princess Rei in quite some time but they still remembered her. And even though she didn’t live with them, they often talked about her, saved her place at the dinner table and wished that she lived with them all the time.

It wasn’t long before the day of Princess Rei’s arrival.

The Prince and the Queen made sure a red royal carpet was laid out at the entrance to the castle.

The Prince had secured the services of the local town band to perform.

The Queen had found jugglers and acrobats and tumblers to put on a display.

Princess Bonnie had found flowers of red and blue and yellow, and had made a bouquet as a welcome gift.

Princess Jill had practiced a special song and was very excited to perform it for her sister, as her welcome gift. Princess Glade had used dolls from her collection to make a miniature scene of a family around a meeting fire as a welcome gift.

And Princess Vale had drawn a picture of the whole family together as her welcome gift. She had worked very hard on it and used all of her concentration to get it right (and everyone was very impressed by it).

At last the time came and the flying coach arrived. As it drew to a stop, the town band started playing, the tumblers started tumbling and the acrobats started to perform.

Princess Rei stepped out of the coach and started along the red carpet toward the waiting Princesses, the Prince and the Queen.

“I got you these flowers”, said Bonnie.

“Thanks”, said Rei.

“I made you this”, said Glade, presenting her doll display to Rei.

“Thank you”, said Rei. “I made this for you”, said Vale, “It’s a picture”.

“I see”, said Rei, “Thanks”.

And then Rei turned to Jill and, much to her surprise, Jill burst into song! The song Jill had been practicing (in secret) turned out to be a medley of her favourite songs including “Barbie Girl”, some umbrella song and the best choruses that could be sung along to. Rei clapped politely when Jill finished.

Then Rei was greeted by the Prince and Queen. They hugged, there were smiles and then they all proceeded into the castle. It was late afternoon by the time Rei had been shown to her room and she had time to freshen up after her long journey. Where-ever she went in the castle, all the other Princesses followed her and wanted to know everything about her. By dinner time, Rei was started to feel overwhelmed by it all.

“How are you settling in?”, asked the Prince as dinner was being served.

It’s alright”, Rei replied.

“Anything you would really like to do while you are visiting?”, asked the Queen.

“Maybe check out something on cabal-vision…or chat to my friends on my message scroll.”

“Or”, said the Prince, “We could all go and visit places around the castle, in the town and around the district. What do you think?”

“Sounds boring”, Rei replied.

“Well”, the Prince began, “How about we give it a go? You never know, you might actually like it.”

“I doubt it”, she replied.

Then the Queen and the Prince and the Princesses finished their tea and went to bed for the night.

The next morning, everyone got up early, ready to go on an adventure. The Prince and Princesses crammed into a coach and set off, waving goodbye to the Queen.

“Can anyone guess where we are off to?”, asked the Prince.

“Are we going to the pool?” Asked Glade.

“No”, said the Prince.

“Are we going horse riding?” Asked Bonnie.

“No”, said the Prince.

“Are we going home?” Asked Vale.

“Only after we’ve been on our adventure”, said the Prince.

“Are we going to Adelaide?” Asked Jill, she really loved Adelaide.

“No”, said the Prince, “We’re going to show Rei some of our adventuring spots. Today we’re going to the church with the hills and mountains to climb and explore.”

“Sounds boring”, said Rei, and she put her headphones on and listened to her portable minstrel player.

The coach arrived at the church in time for morning tea. The Prince and Princesses met with the local Friar, were shown around the grounds and played chasey amongst the headstones of the nearby cemetery. Once they had their lunch, the Prince took the Princesses exploring along a mountain trail behind the church.

They went through a dimly lit forest. They climbed steep and rocky stairs. They hiked along cool and misty mountain trails. And by mid afternoon, they reached the summit and saw the most magnificent view of the hills and valleys that made up their home.

And after a rest and some afternoon tea, the Prince and Princesses went back down the mountain, through the misty trails, back down the rocky stairs and through the dimly lit forest. They said their farewells to the Friar and got back in the royal coach for their trip home.

“How did you find today?” The Prince asked the Princesses on the coach ride home.

“It was great, can we do it again tomorrow?” Said Bonnie.

“Can we come back again?” Said Glade.

“But we didn’t go to Adelaide”, said Jill.

“Are we going home?” Asked Vale.

“Yes we will come back again, but it won’t be tomorrow. We’re not going to Adelaide this time and yes, we are going home.” Said the Prince before adding, “And, how was your day Rei?”

“It was okay”, she replied, “A bit less boring than I thought it would be”. Then she put her headphones back on and went back to listening to her music.

The next day, the Prince and Princesses got up early to set off on their next adventure. They all crammed themselves into the royal coach, waving goodbye to the Queen as the headed out the castle gates.

“Can anyone guess where we’re off to today?” Asked the prince.

“To the library?” Asked Bonnie.

“No”

“To the church and mountain?” Asked Glade.

“No”

“Are we going home?” Asked Vale.

“No Vale”, said the Prince, “We’ll go home after we’ve been on our adventure”.

“Are we going to Adelaide?” Asked Jill.

“Not today”, said the Prince, “Today we’re going to show Rei some of our favourite spots in the village. We will visit the library, the town square, the museum and maybe visit old farmer McDonald for lunch.

“Yaaaaaaaaay!” Cried four of the Princesses.

“Libraries and museums are boring”, said Rei, putting on her headphones to listen to her music.

The coach pulled up in the village town square and was met by a large man in a red uniform and a black tri cornered hat.

“Good Morning your graces”, boomed the man in a very loud and clear voice, “I’m the town crier and I’ll be taking a brief break from my duties today to show you some of the best things our quaint little village has to offer.”

The town crier took the Prince and Princesses on a tour of the town square and marketplace. They saw a butcher preparing his wares for sale and felt very sad for the poor little piggies. They saw a baker preparing his wares for sale and demanded cream buns. They saw a candle stick maker preparing his wares and each got to choose a specially scented candle for their very own.

Then they played a game of finding things in the marketplace, finding a cobbler selling ruby red slippers, a farrier with a talking horse, a statue of a selfless prince and a dress maker who was rumoured to have once made the finest clothes for a far-away emperor.

Once they had completed their hunt for these mysteries of the marketplace, the Princesses were quite hungry and ready for lunch.

They all went back to the royal coach and the Prince directed the driver to a farm just outside of the village where a friendly farmer, old McDonald, lived.

The Prince and Princesses were treated to a meal of fruit and fresh cream and sandwiches, then got to pat as many farm animals and would let them. The Prince saw that all the girls loved the chance to run and play at the farm. Even Princess Rei was smiling.

After their break, their lunch and their playing, they went back into town to the library and museum.

“We’ll go to the museum first”, said the Prince, “and finish off at the library”.

[chase-ydraws]

oooh boy, season one of Poldark, sure hope nothing bad happens