#coloring practice with emmet today!

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one of these days im going to release my tlm drafting headcanons from my notes app purgatory and that day is Today.

HERE'S HOW I THINK LEGO MOVIE CHARACTERS WOULD PREPARE AND MAKE DRAFTS

...under the cut

Batman

• Fairly good at drawing. Somehow able to draw straight lines without a ruler perfectly fine every single time but otherwise nothing super noteworthy (he does brag about this constantly however)

• Drafts in white and yellow posca pen??? will use white colored pencil for finer detail however, specifically one of those mechanical colored pencils

• Drafts on black paper because he thinks it makes his designs cooler (it doesn't)

• Dimensions in imperial and would be annoyed if you dare even *insinuate* he use metric. no justification here

• Doodles around his drafts, specifically likes to doodle bats and himself because he, once again, thanks it makes his drafts cooler (the bats kinda do)

• Refuses to leave notes on his designs. you either know what to do or you don't

• Does however write his drawing title obnoxiously large

• Used autocad for like a day, hated it, switched to solidworks and never went back

• Buys autodesk licenses for the rest of the masterbuilders. unwillingly, mind you, wyldstyle just knows his credit card information and abuses it

Benny

• Good at drawing exclusively spaceships. big shock i know

• The king of eyeballing a line or an angle and then labelling it however the fuck he wants. proper measurements take time he could spend drafting or making more spaceships, he'll save measuring and straightedges for drafts he deems important enough

• Uses blueprinting paper. there's no practical purpose for this, he just digs it

• Drafts with whatever writing utensil is on hand

• He gets inspired quite often so he usually keeps a drafting notepad on him just in case

• Leaves a *lot* of notes. Most of them are completely unnecessary and are a funny contrast to his haphazard dimensioning

• Pretty dang good at autocad! Usually reserves it for projects that require a lot more collaboration however

• Usually drafts in metric, can dimension in imperial but prefers not to

• 100% sets autocad to the light background like a monster

• Do not give him any 3d modelling software, he might blow up the computer

Emmet

• Either really good or really bad at drawings (obvs leaning towards bad. we remember the break in plans)

• Dimensions in imperial. I cant justify this one he just does. god bless america or something idk

• Owns a couple drafting pencils but rarely uses them, most of the time he drafts in marker or pen much to the chagrin of anyone who needs to read his drafts (or delight if you're unikitty)

• Started learning how to use autocad after taco tuesday and he's actually pretty good at it! he does use an architectural dimstyle for everything though which is particularly annoying when he's quite often not drafting buildings now

• Has labelled and colored layers 👍 enough said

• Uses disgustingly thick lineweights. horrible.

• Rarely if ever 3d models so he's not good at it, he mostly works on things that 2d conveys better anyways

• Although he's not the best drafter of the master builders, his construction background makes him the best at reading drafts, give him a unikitty draft and he can decipher it like it's nothing

Metalbeard

• Probably the best at drafting of the master builders, he's got the age advantage and lots of practice from making ships

• Drafts in pencil, quill, or charcoal depending

• Who needs straightedges or angle stencils when youre basically a pirate cyborg, expect robot like precision

• Doesn't use standard measuring conventions, instead opts to use the dumbest things possible. The Sea cow's units of measurement were seagulls. It isnt that he cant do normal units of measurement, he just prefers his made up ones

• Makes his drafting paper by himself

• Pretty good with 2d and 3d modelling surprisingly. He doesn't like either, however, he much prefers drafting on paper

• Leaves an average amount of notes on his drafts but has the most disgustingly fancy cursive and writes in his piratey english. Often a nightmare to read if you aren't used to his writing

• Will sometimes do blueprint swaps with Benny wherein they critique each other's work. not sure when they started doing it, but it's become a weekly activity for them

Unikitty

• Worst drafter of the main masterbuilder crew. Most people think it's because she's a cat but no she just doesnt take drafting seriously in the slightest

• Drafts like she's making an arts and crafts project. She has put several bottles of glitter on singular drafts and she will do it again

• Dimensions in rainbows, no knows what this means other than emmet

• Gives the longest, most complicated titles possible

• No such thing as straight lines

• Is entirely capable of drafting properly, just refuses to

• Leaves notes that are entirely unrelated to the draft. she wont tell you how youre supposed to connect two objects but she *will* tell you about the sandwich she ate while making the draft

• Doesnt use autocad, looks too boring

• Didnt use any 3d modelling softwares until she realized you can change the appearance of materials. that was a game changer. still much prefers drafting on paper though

• Likes drafting with emmet sometimes since he seems to be the only person who understands her drawings. to this day no one understands how he does it

Vitruvius

• Going blind has, surprisingly, not made him much worse at drafting, just changed his process a bit

• Drafts in pencil

• Probably the person who least frequently drafts of the main masterbuilders. On account of just not needing to and also on account of being dead

• Dimensions in the old anglo-saxon units of measurement

• Doesn't title his drafts and doesnt see a point in doing so

• Leaves the most vague, utterly confusing notes on his drawings. theyre still related to the drawings unlike unikitty's notes, but theyre very odd

• Doesn't use autocad or 3d modelling softwares, partially because he wouldnt really be able to on account of being blind but also partially because he doesn't really know what they are

• There isnt really much to say about his drafting skills he's about as normal of a drafter as a masterbuilder can be

Wyldstyle

• An engineering teacher's dream student. She may not have the amount of experience metalbeard has but she's still very skilled

• Doesn't like drafting on paper and won't if she doesn't have to

• When she does draft on paper she uses a drafting mechanical pencils. she also 100% collects them

• dimensions in metric to exactly 3 decimal places

• leaves very few if any notes (always very concise ones if included)

• has a case of staedtler stencils that she bought 4 years ago and never uses

• picked up a habit of doodling on drafts from batman but will never admit she got the habit from him

• Autocad PRO. Also really damn good at solidworks and fusion. Give this girl a computer and she'll give you a motorcycle assembly within the hour

• Specializes in automotives

• Spends time with Emmet on the weekends teaching him how to use digital drafting softwares (this process was incredibly frusturating at first but gets easier with time)

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A Father's Resolve - Ch 6

Ingo returns after a decade - with two extra cars in tow. Years later, his kids are swallowed up by time in the same way he was. Will he be able to find them? Will they be able to make it out alive?

Word Count: ~2400

Rei rubbed at a sore spot on his shoulder. He’d practiced a lot of rolling around today, having to dodge attacks from wild Shinx and Buizel. His hands ached from crafting his own pokeballs. It turns out, he was shockingly good at it and had made three before Akari had finished her first. He dreaded going back out and getting struck by an electric attack from another static kitten, but now that he could make pokeballs? The possibilities were endless. All it took was a chunk of stone and a single apricorn and apricorn trees were everywhere. Maybe he could try using different colors to make cooler balls in the future?

He thought back about what Cyllene had said. I set a high hurdle, catching three pokemon, that no one has been able to do, but they cleared it flawlessly. Had no one been able to catch just three baby pokemon? No wonder they were all terrified all the time, if a Shinx was bad news for them. He looked at the star already sewn onto his uniform. It had been too easy to get.

He combed his fingers through his hair and took off the new Galaxy Team uniform he’d gotten, changing into his old shirt and boxers. He wasn't ready for the other new kimono he was given quite yet.He took off the hat first, looking at it for a long time. Cyllene had given him a red hat and Akari a white bandana to wear, citing that their normal hats were 'too obvious' and wild pokemon would see them from a mile away. But Rei also looked at his old hat - his uncle's old hat. He didn't want to leave it behind. 

"Hey," Akari said softly, "that seamstress in town that gave us the other clothes? Maybe she can do something about the hats."

"Maybe." He knew he sounded depressed and truthfully, he was. He didn't really want to be here, he wanted to be at home. They'd been getting a surprise for their father and uncle in Castelia when the portal had taken them. He shook his head, a lock of hair falling into his eyes. He stared at it for a second.

“Hey, Akari,” he said. He heard her stop what she was doing and look over at him. “Do you think we should try to color our hair to make it less obvious we’re related to Dad? Just in case he is here?” Akari fidgeted with her long silver hair. He knew she loved the color of it, how unique it was. “I just worry that someone will find out somehow.” 

“How would they?” She leaned back on the mattress. “We’re fifteen. And if he is here, we certainly haven’t been born yet.” 

“But he didn’t have memories most of the time, remember?” Rei sat down on the other bedroll. “What if he thinks that he left kids behind? Or it starts up rumors or something?” He jolted his head up. "Wait. Remember what Laventon said earlier? He said it was 1831." 

Akari's eyes flicked up to look at her brother, her hands falling. "Oh Arc, he's in Hisui somewhere." 

"For around a year," Rei added. "Do you think he's Sneasler’s Warden yet?" 

"He might be." She sighed. "If that's the case, we really should color our hair. Maybe try to find something to do with our eyes."

“You can just go blonde,” he pointed out. “You don’t need to make it some super dark color.” 

“We should still match, whatever we do,” she added. “I want to match.” 

“Okay, we can do that.” He reorganized his satchel for a bit. He knew they’d get some new mission in the morning from Cyllene, it was inevitable. They were too valuable. 

“I hope we can finish this and get home before Dad realizes we’re gone,” Akari murmured. Rei paused in his task. 

“Maybe we can ask Arceus to put us back a few seconds after it took us,” Rei considered. “Then it would be like we never left.” 

“Even if not, I hope he’s okay.” She slipped on her jacket to stave off the chill as she climbed under the covers. “I’m worried about him and Uncle Emmet. If they knew we were gone…” 

“Oh, Dad would flip,” Rei laughed. “But we’ll be home before he knows it. We just have to finish the pokedex, right?” 

“Yeah, I guess. I'm gonna go to bed.” Akari yawned and snuggled into the covers. Rei stood up and turned off the oil lamp, returning to the bedroll and snuggling in. He opened his mouth to say goodnight to Akari-

A massive explosion sounded in the distance, accompanied by a huge flash of yellow. Rei bolted upright, sitting up in his covers, looking around wildly. Akari’s eyes were large and fearful. “What was that?” 

“I have no idea!” Rei crept to the door and slid it open a crack, looking around. All other buildings had their lights off. The village of Jubilife was asleep. “It seems like it wasn’t in the village.” 

“I hope everything’s okay…” Akari shivered. “I might… I might let Turnpike out. To help me sleep. I miss him.” 

Rei hurried to his bag. “I wanted to let Topsy out, too. She helps keep me warm.” 

The twins released their partners, the Mandibuzz and Braviary materializing and glancing around the small building. Topsy Turvy nudged Rei. “Oh, you guys haven’t seen this place yet,” Rei realized. “We got transported back in time by Arceus,” he explained to his bird, “and we were tasked with finishing the pokedex and then it said it’d send us home. We always have your balls on us just in case, but we haven’t wanted to show you guys to the locals because they’ve never seen Pokemon like you before.” 

“It’s the place we were born at,” Akari added. “Dad always told us how dangerous this place is and yeah, it kind of is. We have you guys on standby just in case we really need your help.” 

The birds cooed at them, each preening at its own respective Trainer. "We did get given a pokemon each at the start of it, though," Rei said. He held up the ball Cyndaquil was in. "It's in the same weird ball Dad has Gliscor in." He tossed it out, Cyndaquil looking around in confusion. When it saw the two birds, it squeaked in fear and ran behind Rei, shaking. "Oh, it's okay, Campfire." He held up his arm as the pokemon peeked around him, its fires blazing on its back. "This is Topsy Turvy. She's the first partner I ever had." Topsy bent down carefully to gaze at the small creature and chirped at it. Cyndaquil continued to shiver even as Rei carefully moved it into his lap. "See? She's friendly. She won't hurt you." Turnpike watched the little fire type from behind Topsy. Another flash of light drew everyone's attention to Akari. 

"And this is Riptide," she announced, the little Oshawott making an appearance. "You guys have seen Oshawotts before. Riptide, this is my partner, Turnpike, and Rei’s partner, Topsy Turvy. You probably won't see too much of them unless things go really bad, but they are always around!" 

"Yeah," Rei added as the Oshawott boldly waddled up to Turnpike and barked at it, almost as a friendly challenge. Turnpike stooped down low, bringing its head eye level with Riptide. Riptide clambered right up into its fluffy head, gripping the singular colorful feather on its forehead. It gestured forward, like it were steering it onward. 

Rei stood up again and turned the oil lamp back off. The twins cuddled back into their beds, their bird companions and new starters settling in for the night beside them. “Good night, Akari.” 

“Night, Rei.” A pause. “I… I miss Dad and Uncle Emmet,” she whispered. 

Rei was surprised to feel the prickle of tears at the mention of them. He was fifteen! He shouldn’t be crying! “I do too. We’ll see them again soon.” 

“I hope so.” 

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Emmet's eyes opened slowly. It was still dark outside, but there was light filtering in through the dining room. He flicked the wrist slung over Butternut's abdomen towards him, activating his Xtrans. It was only 5 am. He was surprised he'd slept that long.

Looking around, he could see the dim outlines of Eelektross over the top of the couch, Archeops on his feet, Durant on the arm of the couch above his head, and the bulky top of Crustle by the foot of the couch. Judging by the various soft buzzes and snores, they were all asleep. 

Emmet sighed softly. Coffee? He breathed in deeper, trying to get that smell. Definitely coffee. It beckoned to him, and so he slowly lifted Galvantula off of him and slipped his legs out from under Archeops. Galvantula startled awake. "Sorry, Butternut," Emmet whispered. "You can go back to sleep." She curled up on the couch next to the still-asleep Archeops and Emmet slipped into the kitchen. 

A fresh-brewed pot of coffee sat on the counter, still mostly full. At the table, only one seat was taken. Elesa was staring at the wall, her eyes drooping as she cradled her steaming mug. 

Emmet said nothing as he grabbed a mug from the cabinet and filled it with the dark liquid and joined her at the table. He sipped on his drink and watched as the beginning rays of the sun shot out from behind the treeline. 

"I'm sorry." Elesa's voice made him jump. "You were right. I have no idea what we're getting into. I've been trying to act confident to raise morale but… I'm just as worried as the rest of us." She paused and sipped on her mug. "I don’t know what got into me yesterday." 

Emmet set his cup down and sighed. "I don't think I'm the one who needs an apology." 

"You do," Elesa said. She finally looked at him. Her eyes had dark circles under them. Any makeup she'd had on was gone. Her hair was in a messy ponytail. Her shoulders slumped. "Just because Ingo also does, doesn't mean you don't. It wasn't fair to you, either. Having to play middleman to try to keep us all sane." She took a sip from her mug again. "I meant what I said yesterday, though. You look awful. Not Ingo bad, but bad." 

Emmet snorted a little. He probably did. "You're starting to join the club," he teased weakly. "We just happened to get a whole week head start on you." 

"Let's not make it a competition." Despite this, there was a ghost of a grin fleeting across her lips. 

"I'm pretty sure we'd both lose right now, anyway."

They sat in silence for some time as the sun came up, the sky fading from black to orange to yellow to blue. Emmet's mug turned cold. 

"Did you see Ingo up?" Emmet asked. 

"I'm pretty sure he's still asleep. He was when I got back." 

"What time was that?" 

"Around four or so." 

Guilt washed into his bloodstream. It had been before sunset that they'd all fought. 

"Don't feel bad, Emmy," she chided, seeing his posture change. "I stopped by Skyla's for a bit to talk. And I was definitely being a jerk. I kind of deserved it." She glanced out the window. "I just hope Iggy is okay." 

"He will be when we find them." Galvantula scuttled over to him and patted his ankle with a pedipalp, getting his attention. She clambered up his legs and into his lap. He had to scoot back from the table to accommodate her rump. "I understand his rush, but a train cannot leave the station without necessary preparations." 

Elesa chuckled. "You and your train lingo. More coffee?" She stood and grabbed his mug, taking her own as well to refill. 

Emmet petted Galvantula. Usually, he would not allow her into his lap at the table, but he didn't have the energy to kick her off. He was just so drained. 

"Oh… Ingo. How long have you been standing there?" Emmet turned at Elesa’s voice to see his brother in the doorway, clothing from yesterday still on. He didn't seem much better, the bags still haunting his eyes and the bedhead quite prevalent. 

"Long enough," he said, his voice husky from sleep. Elesa pulled down a third mug as he crossed the kitchen and sat at the table, laying his arms on the table and burying his head in them. Nothing was said as Elesa finished brewing the coffee and poured out three mugs, bringing them to the table. She also brought some creamer over for Ingo. 

He slowly lifted his head and grabbed the mug, pouring some of the creamer into it and swirling it around. Chandekure drifted in from the bedroom and settled above the table, swinging to an invisible breeze. "I'm sorry for my behavior the last week," Ingo said softly. 

Emmet cocked his head, "Ingo-" 

He shook his head. "Please, let me finish. I am worried out of my mind and scared, yes, but that gives me no excuse to act like a child. I know you both want to find them too. It's not fair that you both have to try to do research and babysit me as well." 

"I'm sorry, too," Elesa said after a beat. "I was being a jerk. I've been trying to act like it's all easily solved and there's an easy way to fix all this, but there's not. I'm scared for the poor kids. But there's no reason to take it out on you both." 

Emmet continued to pet Galvantula. "I shouldn't have shouted at you two like that."

"I don't know," Elesa said. "We were both pretty far gone. I don't know if we would have listened otherwise." 

"She has a point. We should not be pushing you to that point in the first place." Ingo took another big swig of coffee. 

"Let's just all look out for each other," Emmet said. "Keep each other sane. It's all stressful for everyone." 

Elesa and Ingo nodded their heads in agreement. That seemed like a schedule they could keep. 

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Submastober / Submas Sharetober Day 10!

Sharetober Inspiration: Detective Conan Title: We Are Who We Are, Even When We Aren't Word count: 1303 Synopsis: Kudari and Nobori are rich, complex people who are much beloved by both their employees and the people who visit the Subway. But maybe they aren't who they say. Dynamic: Nobori x Kudari

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Sometimes, it was easy to forget why he'd come here, to this Subway in Raimon City. He could get caught up in the idea of challenging trainers and awarding BP for wins, cheering those that bested him with as much enthusiasm as to those that lost.

If he asked a random passenger, or even their Depot Agents, certainly their answers would echo the same: he was here to rise to ever greater skill heights with his twin brother. Of course, everyone knew about that - he and Kudari frequently voiced this to challengers as well as in interviews. Having greatly skilled trainers come to them instead of being sought out made their wishes to improve that much easier.

But then, that wouldn't be the only thing that was easier with such a set-up.

No, in fact, none of that was the true reason he and Kudari had come to Raimon City, making a bold statement with their expressions and strict color coding. Marching directly to the Mayor's office, they showed off with dramatic poses and unique methods of speech. When it was accepted that they got the very first double Master position, they insisted on the creation of special matching uniforms. Lines were divvied up according to their particular instructions. Their names spread far and wide immediately, and some even likened them to the great dragons Reshiram and Zekrom.

It was once in a lifetime luck. None of that was standard procedure for going into deep cover. Usually, it was best to subtly slip in and work your way up the ranks, provide yourself a history. Flashy actions were warned against, because they got you noticed too fast by all the wrong people. Especially in the case of twins, they were already noticeable without all the extra flair.

However, such a long-term deep undercover mission required them to work together - neither of them were willing to let the other go alone. The worry would absolutely consume them, since they had been close since childhood. It had been Kudari's idea to remain twins during this mission; he claimed it would be weird to not see his brother's face when he looked in the mirror. He understood what Kudari was saying - if their fake personas were anything other than twins, he'd surely get a shock every time he looked to his twin. Still, he would have explained it a bit differently.

In any case, they went full-steam ahead with their plan to be these stand-out twins.

Nobori chuckled slightly to himself, bemused that even in his thoughts he was now using train-puns and vocabulary. It had become ever so easy now, and he silently thanked the extensive research he'd put into his persona's interests.

"Ingo!"

At the sound of his brother's call, Nobori turned crisply, hands behind his back. "Emmet! How did your battle go?" Stopping with a little bounce, Kudari was quite obviously full of energy. Surely, he must have faced an incredibly strong trainer.

"I am Emmet! It went great! Did you know? Many strong trainers come every day! But a really strong one came today and made it all the way to me." Enthusiastic, Kudari brought his hands up in fists, shaking them with barely contained excitement. He was practically hopping in place. An excellent battle, then.

At first, it had been so strange to hear his brother speak in such clipped, simple ways. Top of their graduating class, with Nobori immediately behind him, Kudari was a highly skilled orator. It was important to him to express himself clearly, but eloquently. In fact, Kudari had helped train Nobori on the speech patterns that he now used. But at the same time, he had always sounded so serious and distant - his scholarly tone would offer no opportunity to question him, and held utmost authority.

Something else, too, became different now that his brother Kudari was his brother Emmet.

When they were younger, Kudari's smiles were subtle, small things that only Nobori could really notice. It was not severe like the frown that Nobori now wore as Ingo, but his brother's mostly neutral expression often led people to believe his mood to be ever-sour.

In their actual line of work, Kudari could never let his guard down during their normal cases. Their true work was dangerous but necessary, and although it was one they willingly entered, the circumstances that led to it were messy and still hurt his heart to think on. But here, in Raimon's Battle Subway, he could have a fun day, talking casually to passengers, joking around with the Agents, and facing against challengers who sought to prove themselves. It was so far removed from their actual job, but Kudari had been the one to suggest these personas.

All of that left Nobori wondering if this was the ideal life that Kudari wished for.

He would not say that Kudari was unhappy before but...

As he watched Kudari eagerly recount the battle that he'd just experienced, Nobori never imagined living this life could have impacted Kudari so positively. He smiled so much now - when they first were developing these personas, it was a strain for Kudari to smile so broadly. Over time, though, the smile became more natural and brighter. He laughed way more often. Unlike before, they had enough free time to try restaurants and talk walks through the bustling night life of the city on a whim. Were he engaging in these activities with anyone but his twin, any onlooker would think they were on dates.

And with this thought in the back of his mind, Nobori found himself falling in love with his brother the more he saw his happiness shine through.

It was... improper to be sure. Not only was he falling in love with his twin, but it was happening while they were hiding their true identities. Such a revelation could easily be misconstrued. He feared that confessing this to his twin could be interpreted as him "preferring" Emmet to his true brother. Such a thing couldn't be farther from the truth. In fact, he would argue that this *was* his true brother.

"I am Emmet. I think Ingo is no longer listening!"

Snapping his attention back onto Kudari, Nobori blinked. It was true, he had been caught in his thoughts, content in his twin's presence.

"Ah, my apologies, Emmet. I did not mean to rudely become distracted in my own head."

Kudari gave him a smirk, which to outsiders was only visible in the narrowing of his eyes. His smile, Emmet's smile, remained in a pointed v. "Ingo better be thinking of dinner. That is the only thing that could be more important than a good battle!" Putting his fists on his hips, Kudari straightened his shoulders and nodded his head.

It was too endearing. Nobori wasn't sure how much longer he could last without telling his brother about the feelings that had developed within him.

"Indeed. In fact, I was thinking of treating you to that new cafe you were eyeing on our walk to work today." Kudari perked up, dropping his hands from his hips as he stared with great interest. "Cloud informed me of a special menu event they are hosting. It would be a most excellent station to stop at on our track home."

"A treat! A treat! Ingo's treat!" Kudari whirled around on his heel, beginning to walk back to their office in large swinging strides. Following along and quickly catching up to walk next to his twin, Nobori clasped his hands behind his back. If the opportunity arose to inform his twin of how he was feeling, then so be it.

For now, he would think how best to prove to his brother that his love was true and not merely a quirk of their current identities.

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Detective Conan spoilers ahead!

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Labmas AU - Unintended Consequences

Chapter 14 Part 1 - Revelation

Colress is silent for a few moments, waiting until he's sure you are gone before addressing the hybrids, "Let's head back downstairs. Kudari, you are going back to your room, and Nobori, I need to speak with you in my office." They leave the tram room, making their way through the first floor, to the elevator. Kudari is still sniffling, but keeping it together, while Nobori pats his abdomen every now and then to comfort him. When they have arrived outside Kudari's room, Colress opens the door, outstretching his arm, "Well, Kudari, your domain awaits."

Kudari pauses on the way in, "May I go visit Ingo and Emmet?" he asks. "I want to practice leaving the laboratory."

Reacting as if he's taken a brick to the face, Colress adamantly refuses, "Absolutely not. You're not going anywhere."

"But I need to get used to being out for when I leave here someday to find a mate!" Kudari argues.

"Ha ha ha ha," Colress can't suppress his laughter, earning him a scowl from Kudari. "Don't get your hopes up," he jeers. "For a minute I thought you were being serious."

Temper flaring, Kudari asserts, "I am serious, and I will find a mate!"

Colress is still smirking but regains his composure, explaining, "I don't doubt you will try, but you won't succeed. When people look for mates, they don't want volatile children who fly off the handle at the smallest inconvenience. But, let's not think of hypothetical futures."

Turning to Nobori, Kudari pokes him in the chest with a sharp finger, "You get to leave here, while I am imprisoned." There's an undercurrent of rage in his voice.

Making a hurt face from the implication, Nobori tries to diffuse the situation by stating, "I'm not having any fun outside, I assure you. I'm working."

Kudari angrily retorts, "You get to interact with people in your own way. I know what you do!"

Face falling, putting his fingers to his temple in frustration, Colress admonishes him, "Everyone does, he can't do anything else. Now, get in there. Don't make me use it." Not quite finished, he adds, "And do something about that nasty thing on your neck. I'm not taking care of you if it gets infected."

Baring his teeth, Kudari returns to his room.

"Happy birthday, Kudari," Colress yells to him, just before the door completely closes. Looking to Nobori now, he says, "Let's make our way to my office. There is something I would like to discuss with you." Receiving a nod in acknowledgement, they head back to the elevator, riding it to reach the second floor. Passing a few other researchers on the way to their destination, no greetings are exchanged, but fearful looks are given to Nobori. Once inside his office, they go to the back of the room. Colress reveals why they have come here, "I have another job for you, but it can wait until tomorrow night. It's your birthday, afterall. And here, this is for you." He reaches into his desk and retrieves a clear plastic container. Inside is a decorative cupcake in the colors of a Chandelure.

Nobori pauses before reaching to take the gift. "Dr. Colress, you really didn't have to. I thank you sincerely," he says in astonishment.

He doesn't react to Nobori's thanks, only remarking, "Don't you dare share it with Kudari. You know how he gets when he has sugar. Now please leave, I have work to do."

"Of course. Should you need anything…" Nobori tips his hat and makes his leave. He rides the elevator down once more, anticipating spending the rest of his day alone in his room. As the doors open, he spots you exiting the wash room. Approaching cautiously, he comments, "(Y/N), I hope you are not in too poor a mood. It pains me to see you get treated like that. If it were up to me, I would be the only one receiving Dr. Colress' ire."

You weren't expecting to see him again today, but it's a welcome surprise. "I'll be fine, Colress just has a talent for being an asshole. And besides, even if you could, I wouldn't want you to go through that. Being one of his punching bags isn't fun, I can't imagine how bad it would be if someone were to be his sole victim." You shake your head, meeting his gaze. "I should also apologize to you for not realizing it was your birthday," you tell him, feeling terrible, even though there was no way for you to know without expressly being told. Spotting the cupcake in his hand, you perk up, asking, "Oh, did someone give you that?"

"Don't worry about it," he assures you. Raising the item slightly, he answers, "Yes, this was given to me by Dr. Colress, if you can believe it. I was told not to offer any to Kudari. As you know, he isn't allowed to have such things, but I couldn't possibly eat it without sharing some with him. You can have it," he holds the container out, waiting for you to grab it.

Taking it in your hands, you begin to protest, "But, it's your birthday. I should be giving something to you, not receiving anything!" Guilt is starting to bubble up inside you.

"Please don't feel such a way. Your friendship is the best gift I've ever received." That is such a sweet sentiment that you feel your face begin to glow. He smiles at you softly. "Do you need my assistance, or are you faring well enough solo?"

[manchasama]

Today was supposed to be the day I got back on a reasonable sleep schedule

It’s 3am.  I need to be at work by 8am.  And I will be climbing today.  *rubs face*

In other news, I have written nearly 2000 words.  Of actual story.  It’s the most I’ve written in a very long time.  I am rusty, but I’m gonna share anyway.

Part 1 (out of potentially 5, but we’ll see as I write.)

Hard to Swallow Part  (Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5)

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"Boys!  Come on over, it's lunch time!"

Two heads poked up in unison, turning toward the source of the voice.  Emmet turned back to their toys and began to carefully line up the colorful toy trains neatly, while Ingo rose to his feet to wave back at their mother.

With all the seriousness a five year old could muster, he called, "We shall be there soon!"  His voice carrying easily across their backyard.  She waved back with a smile, then wiped her hands on her apron as she headed back indoors.  Satisfied she'd heard him, he crouched back down next to his brother to assist him with cleaning up their game.

"Return to station!" Emmet crowed, flapping one hand gleefully even as his other one nudged one of the trains a little straighter.

"Right on schedule!" Ingo replied loudly.  

As the last train was set next to its fellows, Ingo straightened and dramatically brushed his hands together in a job well done.  Like Emmet, he found satisfaction in knowing that everything was in its place and accounted for.  Now that everything was orderly, they could partake in the meal their mother had provided.  

However he could only take a step before he was halted by Emmet's hand clutching at the back of his shirt.

"What is it?" he asked, brow drawing down as he studied his brother's face.  Emmet didn't look distressed, but was obviously pouting about something.

"You forgot.  We need to practice!" Emmet whined, tugging insistently at his brother's shirt.  

It took a moment for Ingo to remember what his brother was talking about.  They had recently visited the Nimbasa train station, and had learn so many interesting things about how the station was run.  They'd been gleefully putting all their newfound knowledge to use, to the tired acceptance of their parents.  

Patting Emmet's arm in apology, Ingo said, "I am very sorry for forgetting, brother.  I won't do it again.  Let's do it together now!"

Emmet gave a happy wiggle as he lurched forward, pressing his back against Ingo's.  They both pointed across the yard where the outdoor table with their lunch was.

"Time to refuel!  All aboard!" they chorused.  That sounded about right, Ingo decided with a nod. 

Emmet let his hand drop, though he grabbed Ingo's hand on the way down.  He gave it a tug, making sure Ingo was paying him attention.  "We need to practice aaaall our activities.  The…the thing."  Emmet's face scrunched in annoyance, and he let out a hum of displeasure at not being able to remember the words he wanted.

"Point and call," Ingo reminded him, nodding along.  "Yes, it’s best if we do it all the time.  That way we will never forget the safety checks."

"Safety checks!" Emmet repeated happily.  He tugged Ingo along by the hand.  "Choo choo!"

"Choo choo!" Ingo echoed, giggling along with Emmet as they chugged along.  He was content to let Emmet lead them in a winding line across the lawn, their train imitations not faltering as they made the long journey to their waiting lunch. 

Together they clambered up into the chairs and the waiting egg sandwiches.  They were not a favorite of Ingo's, but he didn't mind them.  Emmet however loved them, and had stuffed his mouth full before he'd even settled into his seat.  Ingo took a more reasonable bite, humming in satisfaction.

As they ate, Ingo noticed Emmet swinging his legs back and forth rhythmically.  He joined him, being carefully to mirror his brother's motions instead of matching them.  When Emmet's left leg swung forward, Ingo's right swung.  When Emmet's right leg swing, Ingo's left swung as well, brushing against it occasionally as they idled.  He liked it when they matched like this.  Not exactly, but complimenting.  It meant when he turned to face his twin, Emmet would face him as well.  Ingo didn't know why, but it comforted him.  

Emmet had admitted to feeling similarly.  He didn't like it when Ingo didn't look at him, and was forever tugging at Ingo's clothes to get his attention.  That was no problem of course.  Ingo was always interested in what Emmet wanted.

Ingo took another bite of his sandwich and chewed absently.  Maybe after this they could go back inside and read for a while.  They had a new book of trains from around the world that they'd been reading cover to cover.  Neither were tired of the glossy pictures and facts they'd already memorized yet.

As he moved his sandwich back to his mouth, Ingo abruptly realized he hadn't yet swallowed his last mouthful.  He'd…meant to.  All he had to do was swallow so he could take another bite.  But somehow his jaw wouldn't cooperate.  It felt like it was locked into place.  He couldn't chew, and he couldn't swallow.  

The longer he was unable to get rid of the food in his mouth, the worse it felt.  He didn't normally think about what he was eating unless it was particularly unpleasant, and this was quickly going in that direction.  Except it didn't even taste bad!  Yet the very thought of trying to force the food down now made him sure, sure that if he tried, he'd throw it right back up.  That was an even more distressing thought.  He did not like being sick!

Emmet was staring at him, trying to figure out why Ingo had gone so still.  Tears were starting to gather at Ingo's eyes, but he didn't know what to do.  He wanted the icky feelings to stop.  But he couldn't figure out what to do to make them stop.

A light pat on his arm made him turn glassy eyes on his brother.  Emmet's brow was creased in echoed distress, his smile more of a grimace as he studied Ingo's face.

"Tastes bad?" he asked, eyes flicking down to the sandwich in Ingo's hand and back up to his face.

Ingo gave a tiny jerk of a headshake.  It didn't, it really didn't, but he hated it right now.

Emmet considered that, tilting his head.  "Feels bad?" he tried with a grimace.  It wasn't unheard of for either of the twins to refuse food based on the texture.  Ingo gave another headshake.  It wasn't that, though by now he was far too aware of the feel of half chewed sandwich in his mouth, which he did not appreciate.

"Hmmmm…"  Emmet leaned forward, pressing one cool hand to Ingo's forehead.  Ingo closed his eyes at the soothing feeling.  "Um…Feel bad?" Emmet tried, smile stretching a bit as he couldn't find the words again.  But Ingo knew what he meant.

He nodded a bit, the tears finally spilling over.  Emmet's touch soothed some of the panic, but Ingo was still stuck, unable to chew, unable to swallow, unable to move his jaw at all.  He didn't know why!  He sucked in a sharp breath as he sobbed, muffled due to his mouthful.  How could he cry but not swallow?

Emmet hummed again as he patted Ingo's arm before turning back to the table.  Ingo shuddered.  He didn't want Emmet to let go, but he was too upset now to do anything about it.  It didn't matter much, as a moment later Emmet had turned back to him, pushing a juice box at him.

"Drink," Emmet commanded.  Ingo knew what he was going for.  Sometimes if they were forced to at least try something they didn't like, they could wash down the bad taste quickly enough.  He didn't think he could.  Still, looking at Emmet's determined expression, he knew he had to try.

With a shaking hand, he grabbed at the juice box.  Emmet didn't let go, keeping it steady as Ingo pulled it toward him.  Ingo was able to slip the straw through his lips, tapping it against his tightly clenched teeth.  He managed to take a small sip, just the barest bit of liquid making it into his mouth.

Somehow it was enough.  Before he'd even realized it, he was able to painfully swallow his mouthful down.  Gasping in a quick breath, he immediately took another, longer sip of the drink, washing out the last of the clinging texture from his mouth.

Then he burst into sobs, so relieved that he was no longer stuck.  Slender arms wrapped around his shoulders, and he leaned into the comforting embrace of his brother, muffling his wails in Emmet's shoulder.  The tightness of the hug grounded him as he hiccuped and sniffled.  That had been the single most unpleasant thing to happen in his short life.  

He wasn't sure how long he cried for.  Slowly, he was able to calm down, breaths smoothing out of their frantic stuttering.  Emmet was still hugging him tightly, one arm absently rubbing Ingo's back.  Ingo could feel the occasional shudder of his brother's chest, and assumed Emmet was stress crying as well.  He felt a little guilty about that.  He hadn't meant to worry his brother.

Sure enough when he pulled back Emmet's face was also wet with tears.  The spot between Emmet's eyes was wrinkled in concern, and the smile on his face was rigid in distress.  Ingo took a large breath, satisfied when it only shuddered slightly on the way out.  He was okay now.  

"I'm sorry," he said hoarsely.  "For scaring you," he added after a moment, wanting to be clear about his feelings.  

"Feel better?" Emmet asked, tugging Ingo's sleeve.  Ingo did not like how sad his brother still was.  He wracked his mind for something reassuring to say.

"My engine is in full working order," he finally settled on.  He made sure to keep his attention on Emmet's face to convey his sincerity.  It was enough for Emmet's smile to soften into something real.

"You're not a train!" Emmet protested.  

"I am okay," he said firmly.  He was, however, still hungry.  He hadn't gotten very far into his lunch before the incident had happened.  Despite that, his stomach didn't agree that a few bites of a sandwich was enough.  Glancing sideways at Emmet, he concluded that he did not want to worry his brother any more, and that included making sure he ate properly.  

Gingerly he picked up the other, untouched half of his sandwich.  He wasn't quite brave enough to take a bite of the half he'd already started.  

"Ingo," Emmet began to protest, but Ingo ignored that as he took a small bite.  He braced himself for that paralyzing feeling again, and was relieved when it didn't come.

"I am okay," he said again.  Since the train analogy had worked to cheer his brother up earlier, he tried again.  "It was an…unscheduled stop.  All trains are running on time now."  He took another small bite of his sandwich.  Still okay. 

Emmet made a disgruntled noise, but didn't protest further.  He took up the rest of his sandwich, consuming it at a much slower pace, seemingly trying to match Ingo's speed.  When their mother stepped outside again a short while later, she doted over their tear smudged faces, concerned over what had happened the short time she's been away.  Ingo told her in a few short words that he'd had some difficulty, but was okay now.  She accepted it readily enough, helping them wash their faces before shooing them inside for some quieter activities.

Later still, Emmet listened with alert eyes and endless patience as they huddled under their blankets, while Ingo talked and talked as he tried to explain how he'd felt that day.  

(Emmet swore to himself that day that Ingo would never have to feel that scared or stuck again.  Emmet would always be there for Ingo.  Always.)

[onestepbackwards]

Mc with the most pastel outfit human have ever seen, glitter and hello kitty themed accessories everywhere: your sons call me mommy too uwu

Bonus if they have pink whip with hearts decorating the pink handle

YES OMG (❤ ω ❤)

You are wearing the cutest, pastel colored outfits, with Hello Kitty themes, and just general cutesy vibes. Meanwhile behind closed doors, you can dominate your boys, and they say thank you for it. They are the biggest, baddest boys that practically run the city. Yet they happily bend over for their cute, sweet darling. They would move mountains for you. AND MAN Having a cute whip with hearts on the handle? One of the twins sees it online and immediately buys it for you. Ingo and Emmet already feel themselves getting excited at the thought of you using it on them. They practically vibrate in place when they hand you the whip in a box, excited to see you open it. Surely, you won't mind using it today, right? They're your bad boys, and they need proper punishment, after all! Who else better suited to punish them, than their adorable partner?

[emmetrain]

@luminiferous-quintessence​ BIRTHDAY GIRL(FRIEND)!!!!

Birthdays! Stars knew how long it had been since he could be freely happy without the overcast of worries! With Ingo volunteering to carry the box of confectioneries lest Emmet smashed them from how fast he was marching towards the piers, by his side, Emmet could not wish for anything else. They won! Thanks to Lusamine they had finally won!

When he finally arrived, with a formal black suit and white shirt that had been slightly unbuttoned, it took everything he had in him not to throw himself in her arms!

"I am Emmet! Happy birthday, Lusamine!!! Let me give you your gifts before I derail!! I am so excited!" His voice was loud as usual, but full of joy that was not darkened like it used to.

Ingo bowed his head in greeting, in a similar suit with proper black tie instead. "Good evening, Miss Lusamine. Happy birthday! If I had known your birthday was today, I would have come better prepared."

Emmet continued, "I-I wanted to stay right track, so I fashioned the gifts after what you wear instead of designing from scratch. Except... One item, that I have added." Emmet tapped the ground in code for Eelektross and Archeops to come help as they practiced, Emmet and the two of them holding each dress from the coat hanger.

"I wanted you to have the option to match with your Pokemon, and due to time limits, I could only get these three ready. Since Unova is colder than Alola, I wanted to add in a long-sleeved dress. Oh, also!!" Emmet gave the dress he was holding to Archeops, taking a big, lovingly wrapped gift from his bag, offering it to Lusamine. Inside were the cream-colored, knitted gloves and a scarf, as well as a sweater.

"This one, I think you could wear at home? I wanted to offer something verrry comfy and warm. I..." A deep breath. "I hope you like them! I can tailor them and tweak the designs as much as you would like! I-I-I..." Emmet felt his cheeks burn and looked away. "Happy birthday!"

[escapetodreamworld]

the death of me

Esme Cullen x fem child of the moon reader

@rexburn12 

asked for a child of the moon reader who moves to fork the same time Bella does, and teaches at the high school. she smells Esme on one of the Cullen kids and imprints. and the same goes for Esme.

A/n I'm sorry this took me so long, I was burnt out and couldn't bring myself to write anything, even though I thought about this story and my other unfinished story’s the entire time. I hope you like it. PS I don’t know how to write werewolf character’s and I have no clue what teachers are like.

(Y/n) POV

'Just perfect... My first day teaching and I'm late.' You think to yourself, locking your front door. 'My first class starts in 14 minutes, if I speed a should make it there 2 minutes before the bell.' I think, groaning. Frantically pressing the unlock button on your car key, you jog down the sidewalk towards you car.

"Morning Miss (L/n), shouldn't you be at the school?" Your neighbor Charlie Swan asks. "Yes. I overslept." You say, stopping. You look at him, embarrassed.

"Well, i wont tell anyone." He laughs. 'Oh right, he was telling me yesterday, some towns people could be a little judgemental of newcomers' you smile appreciatively, heading towards your car again. "hey, my daughter, Bella. just start today, she a junior." Charlie says, he goings to continue but you beat him to it.

"I'll keep an eye on her." You promise. He nods his thanks. You smile, getting in your car.

You sit down at your desk, letting out a sigh. You made it a minute before a first bell rung. You don't really need to prepare anything, all you're doing today is roll call, so you can put faces to names and giving the kids a quiz just to see how far they've gotten and what they'll need help with in the future. The quiz in no way effects they're grades.

The bell rings. Students start entering the class room, taking they're seats. As they do, you get up and write your name in a dry erase board.

Once the last student enters, the door shuts behind them. You take a deep breathe. 'Here we go again' you think, then turn to the class.

"Morning, class." You get a few "mornings" back along with a few groans from the kids who aren’t awake yet.

"As you can see on the board my name is (Y/f/n)." You say, glancing around the class room before continuing. "I'm not going to give that speech all the other young teachers give. You're all Basically adults, you know how you should act in class." I finish saying, and stare at a boy who's been whispering to his friend about the new girl. 'Bella' you think as you continue to stare at him till his friend nudges him and he look straight into your eyes. He mumbles a "sorry" and starting paying attention.

You sigh "I'm not a mean teacher, I just think it's annoying when I'm teaching and someone thinks NOW, is the best time to talk about a girl." His friends starts laughing, while he starts turning red, and shrink down in his seat.

After the class laughs for a second, you apologize to him for singling him out and continue.

"Since its my first day, we're going to do two things. I'm going to call your names so I can put faces to the names on this list I have." You gesture to a piece of paper in hold.

"Then I'm going to hand out these quizzes so I can see where you're all at." Everybody groans at that. "I know, I know, I suck. Put this in no way affect your grades, but please try your hardest." You finish up the telling them what we're doing and go to lean on front of my desk, holding the piece of paper.

"Lets see... Katie Bell?" You say, looking up from the paper. A girl in the front says "Here." You smile at the girl then look at the next persons name.

"Alice Cullen?" You say, glancing around the room. "Here." A girl says, smiling at you. You freeze. Just for a second in real time but felt like forever to you. 'No' you think as you stare at this pale girl. 'No, there's no way. She wouldn't be in a school if it were true. Her eyes aren't red and she's not wearing contacts.' You snap out of it.

Quickly reading the next name on the list. "Edward Cullen." You say, and gulp. You look up, scanning the room for the boy who's name you just read. You see Alice kick the boy sitting next to her. You look at him to find him staring at you. More like glaring really. He has the same pale skin color as his sister. Another harder kick from Alice makes him snap out of it and answer "Here." He grunts.

You continue reading off names. Trying not to worry. Finally you've figured out everyone's names.

You then grabs the pile of papers from my desk. Normal you'd just hand them to a kid in the front to pass out but you need to get closer to the two Cullen. You need to know for sure.

You start walking don't the Isles passing our the quizzes. You started at the other side of the room to not look too suspicious. Finally getting over to them hand them they're papers. You inhale, and almost growl. You glance at Alice to see her trying to hold back a choking sound.

You quickly give out the rest of the papers and sit done at your desk quietly gasping for clean Air. You cough trying to clear your throat. You look up at the student's all of them waiting for you to tell them they can begin.

"Okay, when you've finish you may quietly play with your phone or read or whatever. you just can't leave till the bell. May you begin." You say, looking at everyone except the two pale kids in the back.

As the hour slowly ticks by, you keep glancing over at the Cullen's. Always looking away before you get caught. You noticed the finished there quizzes before anyone else and are now quietly talking amongst themselves. You don't even try to listen in on them, your too much in you're head to focus.

Finally the bell rings, students start grabbing there stuff and heading up to the desk to hand they're quizzes in. You take them, with a smile. saying goodbye to them as they pass.

The room slowly starts to clear out. Realizing the Cullen are in the back on the line of kids handing in they're papers. The smells a death getting stronger the fewer kids there are.

They finally get up to my desk, Edward puts the paper on your desk and leaves not without giving you a weird look before he does so. You watch him storm off, but the smell is still as strong as ever. Remember Alice is still here, you turn back to her quickly. She's standing there. Smiling, holding out her paper for you to take.

You do so, never breaking eye contact. You were the only people in the classroom. After a few seconds Alice flashes you a big smile then leaves.

'What an odd girl' you think shaking your head.

The rest of the day went by pretty fast. Only have three more problem through out the day. The names of these problems were Emmet, Jasper and Rosalie.

Five vampires at the school, that might become an even bigger problem soon. If they live in forks, you might run into them during a full moon. and that will end really badly for either them or yourself.

As you pack up to go home you hear a knock at the class room door. "Come in!" You yell, not looking up from the papers you're packing away.

The door opens and you don't even need to know who just walked in now, the smell of death hits you. It's getting easier to look past the smell though, you can tell that the Vampire that just walk in was Alice. You can smell her natural scent, lavender.

"How can I help you, Miss Cullen?" You say, finally looking up.

"Jasper left his coat in here"

"Ah yes, he ran out as soon as the bell rung."

You glance over at Jasper Hale's seat. There his jacket sat. Alice going to grab it. You finish grabbing your things, and walk to the door.

You open it and wait for Alice to grab the jacket and leave the classroom before you turn off the lights. Alice practically skips back over to you, now holding the jacket. You hold the door open for her, as she passes you're hit with a smell so strong your knees go weak and you have to grip the door for support.

You faintly hear Alice ask what was wrong, but you couldn't even look up at her let alone respond. Everything felt so never wrong yet so right. You've never felt something so powerful come over you before.

All you know is whomever that scent belongs too, will be the death of you, and you'll welcome it happily.

Just as quickly as it started it was over, you stand up right. Taking deep breaths, you look at Alice.

She's standing there, completely confused. You take another breath before saying as calmly as you can. "I'm fine. I'll see you tomorrow Miss Cullen." You try to say it as dismissively as possible, in hope she'll leave. She does think a quick goodbye before she turns and walks down the hall.

Wasting no time, you turn the lights off, lock the door and leave.

Esme's POV

"Esme! We're home." You hear Alice say from the front door. You smile, and walk down stairs to see your children.

"Hi, how was school? I heard you were getting a new teacher today." You say, watch as the kids strip off they're coats and hang them up.

"It's was fine. The teacher is definitely different." Emmet says, and walks off to do his own things.

"She stinks if you ask me." Rosalie says, smirking at some hidden joke you don't understand. But Jasper chuckles.

You're about to ask why when you notice.

"Where's Edward?" You asks, looking around confused. The three kids in the room stop what they're doing. No one makes eye contact.

As panic starts to set in, you ask again. "Where's Edward?"

Alice is the first to speak up. "He had a problem with a new girl at school. He almost lost control today, so he left."

Sadness overwhelms you. Thinking about how Edward must feel, almost loosing himself, feeling the need to run.

"Where did be go?" You ask, but you're met with no answer. No one knew where he went.

A tear rolls down your cheek. You wipe it away. Rosalie hugs you, and you hold her tight not wanting to loose another kid.

Eventually you let her go, feeling calmer than a minute ago. You know Jasper's the reason for your calmness. You thank him and he nods. Rosalie and him head into the next room, leaving you with Alice.

She doesn't waste a second, hugging you. When she does, you smell something, you gag. But then something strong hits your senses. And all you can do is smile.

"Who's the wolf?" You ask, Pulling away from Alice. still smiling.

"Our new teacher. She's nice, once you get past the smell." Alice says, Then she spaces out. You of course know what’s happening. You wait for her vision to end, hoping it's a good one.

When Alice focuses again, she says "oh" and smirks at you. "You should probably go to the school to tell the principal, Edward won't be back for awhile." She winks and leaves.

(Y/n)'s POV

You stand and the copier in the school office prints out permission slips for an upcoming school trip, drinking your fourth cup of coffee this morning.

You were up all night going over everything from yesterday. Vampires. Imprinting. Imprinting on a Vampire. Oh god your head hurts.

The nice lady at the front desk starts up a conversation while you wait for the copier to be done. Town gossip, who's who. The usual. There's always someone like her, everywhere you go, every new life you live.

She's in the middle of talking about her son, a senior here, when the door to the office opens. While she deals with whoever it is that walk in a turn back to my task at hand.

"Hello, I'm here to inform you, my son, Edward Cullen. Won't be able to attend school for awhile. He has family matters out of town."

You overhear and freeze. You drop your thankfully empty mug. It doesn't break but it does make a loud enough sound that you're sure both women in the room are now looking at you. You bend down to pick it up, muttering a 'Sorry'.

As you grab it, you glance up at the two women in the room. And your eyes meet golden brown ones, the feeling from yesterday comes rushing back full force. It takes everything in you not to growl. You tear your eyes away, and turn around again. You grip the copier until your knuckles turn white. You want nothing more than too hold her and never let her go. You can't focus on the conversation still happening behind you.

A beep on the copier signals it's done, you pick up the stack of papers. Taking a deep breath and turning around, you notice the conversations coming to close so you linger, waiting. You wait until she leaving before making your way out of the office too.

She knows you were waiting. It's clear in her eyes when she glances over at you before turning towards the door. Your feet move on they're own, following her. You'd follow her anywhere.

She holds the door open for you. "Thank you." You say, entering into the empty Hall.

"Not a problem." She says, entering right behind you. and you almost trip over your own feet. She grabs your arm before you fall flat on your face. The stack of paper's slipping from your grip and scattering all over the floor.

She bends down and starts picking them up, you drop to your knees as well. "I'm sorry, I'm normally not so clumsy." You apologize, sweeping the paper into a messy pile.

"It's alright dear, we all have are moments." She says, handing me all the papers she collected. You take them, saying "Thank you." You look up catching her staring. You blush, you want nothing more than to look anywhere else, but you can't pry your eyes away.

She seems to be having the same problem. She's smiling at me, it's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen. Finally she stands up, holding her hand out to help me up. You scoop all the papers into one arm and take her hand. She pulls you up until your standing, a little too close together to be appropriate if caught by a student or teacher. You don't move away, and neither does she.

"Esme Cullen, and you are?" She says, still holding onto your hand. Something your both aware of, and still make no move to correct it.

"Its nice to meet you, Miss Cullen. I'm (Y/f/n). You say, giving her.. Esme a sweet smile.

Her own smile widens, showing her sharp teeth. You would have thought you'd feel threatened, but you aren’t. in fact, you're calmer right now than you've been in awhile. You bite your lip.

"Please, call me Esme." Esme says, staring at your mouth. You blush again, Esme breaking eye contact helps you get control of yourself again. you take one step away from her, just far enough to keep the conversation going without anyone being curious about the close proximity.

You clear your throat, before responding. "Okay Esme, as long as you call me (Y/n)."

"Of course. (Y/n)." Esme says, smiling again. You go weak hearing her say your name. And by the look she's giving you, she knows it.

Suddenly you remember. It's first period. You need to get back to your class room. You glance at the clock on the hall. Esme follows your eye, she frowns at the time.

You look back at her to tell her you have to go, but she takes a step forward, smiling. She leans into your ear and whispers. "I'll be see you soon, goodbye (Y/n)." She press a soft kiss to your cheek then steps back, turns and walking down the hall.

You just lean against the lockers for a little bit until you can't see her anymore. You sigh, and think to yourself

'She'll be the death of me.'

[shhbean]

trying to get some more writing in every day. heres my attempt at surrealist horror. let me know what you think 

The House.

The house had always been there, though she could not remember building it. 

The house had always been there, though she could not remember building it. The sun could not recall the building's name as it shone on the roof, bright and early at every rise. The grass and the trees held no roots in it’s soil, and the birds would often lose their nests. The rabbits held no empathy for its crumbling exterior, only shredding the wood and climbing in where they felt fit. No one who had visited could remember the faces of those inside, and no one who lived inside could remember names of passersby. 

Maybe the land was cursed, maybe the fae claimed this house back for their own long ago, or maybe some things were just built with the intention of being forgotten. Nevertheless, she could not remember laying cream wallpaper in her bedroom, spackle on the kitchen ceiling, or picking out the green wardrobe in her closet. Her daughters could not recall burning the candles down to waxy stubs, the dust gathering between the pages of their library books, or breaking the crib in the nursery. She did not know who purchased the wax fruits in the dining room, or the chandelier in the ballroom. She remembered blurred, inconsequential faces, when she really tried. She assumed the faces were her parents, and those parents' bodies belonged to the shallow graves dug outside. She assumed the graves were still there, by the shed, wherever the shed decided to be that day. 

Every morning she woke up and repeated her own name, Emily, and her daughters' names– Lily, Rose, Violet from oldest to youngest. Every day she went to see which room the cat wound up, today the house decided it had a sense of humor and perched the cat (Ivan, no, Percy, or was it Ivan?) on the highest shelf of the study. Coaxing the scared little thing down, Emily walked to the kitchen, only to find that today the Kitchen was the parlor room. She asked the house to show her the way and the walls seemed to hum: down the hall, on the right, 4 doors down, mind the gap. And she followed the instructions to the letter, finding once again the icebox was stocked to the brim, as it always was. She never had any reason to look for the market. 

Her daughters stirred throughout the house, checking to see which way their rooms went, and where the breakfast room had wound up. Each daughter belonged to a different father, Emily could recall that much. Lily’s father was a kind man with blonde hair, Rose’s father had red hair and he was quite the quick-wit, Violet's father was a proud man with black hair. She did not know what the house did with them, but it had effectively decided that men no longer fit into its equation for now, or maybe forever. The house was giving, and fed off of its inhabitants having fun, though Emily found that hers was hardly enough to last. The girls seemed to have found the breakfast room as Emily arranged the jams, the cheeses, the breads, and the fruit. The doors did her a kindness, and opened for her. And she knew better than to say thank you to an enchanted anything. 

Breakfast was silent, as it was most mornings. The girls were dressed well, as they always were. Lily always wore sunny colors, while Rose favored pastels, and Violet, the funny-odd little thing stuck to her blacks. Emily always wore white. The house preferred her in white. 

“The loo ended up where the study used to be,” Lily finally chimed in. 

“Oh really?” her mother bemused. 

“The house is feeling funny today, I suppose. I can’t find the ballroom at all. I keep asking nicely and it either takes me back to the parlor or the drawing room,” Rose conceded. 

“Maybe we don’t deserve the ballroom today,” Violet said, stoic and with her voice barely present. 

Emily spread cheese on her toast. “Perhaps we don’t.”

The house, if it wanted to chime in, did not. In Fact, it seemed to relish not saying a single thing when it really wanted to. The room filled with a sense of smug self certainty. The chandelier swung idly, sunlight from the window gracing its glass ornaments. An impartial audience to the house and its residents. The mother and her children felt a familiar feeling of unease.

Violet decided she wouldn’t be silent today, deciding that unease was a feeling that needed to be done away with head on. “The crib is still broken, maybe the house has decided you will bear no more children.” 

Emily sliced her apple. “Perhaps not. I have plenty with you three girls to keep me in line anyway. What good would a fourth do? Not in my old age,” Or what she believed to be old age. The house had no mirrors. Emily had never seen what she looked like, her daughters were kept from telling her.

“It’s a shame we can’t have a brother though,” Rose lamented, stirring her tea. 

Lily chewed her scone with her mouth open. “What good would a brother do? Just another silent baby who will grow up to take our things and pull our hair. At least girls will have the good sense to apologize.” 

“I don’t think babies are supposed to be silent.” Violet said. The house did not appreciate this in the slightest, and as quickly as she said it, breakfast disappeared. 

Lily and Rose groaned in unison, but they knew scolding Violet would do nothing. If the house said breakfast was over, they were powerless to do otherwise, and they could only hope the house would dain to allow them supper in a few hours. Emily slammed her knife to the table, and no one could distinguish the sense of rage in the room from the house or their mother. The glass from the chandelier reflected violently in Emily’s eyes and everyone stood up wordlessly and walked as far away from the table as they could. Lily and Rose went silently to the study to paint and read respectively, hoping the house wouldn’t ask them to make music today as neither of them could remember learning. Emily lifted up the cat, Charles, and strode over to the bay window in the drawing room, scratching under his chin. Violet followed her mother as the walls whispered their amusement at her dismay. She would not allow her fingers to tremble.

Emily looked onward at the roses growing on the back wall of the house (which was on the side yesterday) and Charles began to purr. 

“You know better than to say something like that, Violet.” Her tone was dry and crumbling, like the spackle in the kitchen. She was unsure of who was speaking, the wax fruit or the chandelier. 

“I’m sorry, mother. I forget myself.” 

“Would you sooner say ‘thank you’ to the tables? ‘Please’ to the candles? Tell any old voice in your ear your name?” The roses were wilting, would they grow back? Weren’t they lilies yesterday? No, they were violets today, and there were never any roses at all. 

Violet looked at her shoes. “No, mother, absolutely not.” The wallpaper was shifting, bubbling. The floor pulled itself out from under them. For a moment, there was nothing and then suddenly there was everything. They weren’t in the drawing room anymore. They were in the nursery. 

Emmet, the cat, hissed. Emily kept her gaze forward, her face unchanging, practically made of stone. Stubborn tears found their way down the slope of her face. There was no fruit, no glass or spackle. Just flesh. “You will keep your forked tongue behind your teeth before you have me and your sisters thrown next to the shed, understand me? If I could, if it’d listen to me, I’d ask the house to take your throat until you’d learn to put it to good use. Your luck lies solely in its patience with you.”

“Yes mother,” Violet said. The crib began to rebuild itself. The candles were restored and lit. Poppies grew on the back wall. Violet dares to speak once more. “I suppose the house got bored of our infighting again.” 

Emily dropped the dog, Sophie, to the ground. There were no more tears. “Perhaps so.”

“I venture to guess that this one likes dogs,” Violet inferred. “My father liked cats, didn’t he?”

“Perhaps this one does.” Emily said slowly, a million rooms away and a part of every piece of furniture in this one, all at once. Her bones screamed. Her head no longer felt attached. “I can’t recall. I never met your father.” 

“Neither have I,” said Violet. 

The doorbell rang. The dog barked. A sad man with brown hair was waiting in the ballroom.

[captainunderkrupp]

Erroneously Heroic

Emmet Brickowski seems to fall into being an accidental hero no matter what world he's in. And this one has superheroes. Who are weirdly insistent on him being a superhero, too.

Cross posted for Tumblr exclusive readers ^v^

A Trip to the Museum | 1

"Em! Keep up!" the teacher called, after Emmet got glued to yet another display description.

"Oh! Sorry!" Emmet squeaked, running after the rest of the class. He wanted to grab his buddy's hand, but the last time he did that, he pulled away and his arm hurt for a couple minutes from being yanked so hard. So, he was just going to keep his hands to himself, if that was ok!

The teacher (Emmet couldn't remember her name. Mrs. Sketcher?) just sighed and shook her head. She seemed kind of sad, or maybe tired. Either way, she just told Emmet to stay with the group.

Emmet's class was getting to go to a museum! They were being led by the curator, who said he was happy to see the Southeast Bricksburg Elementary School Third Grade. With a special voice and everything. Emmet really liked him, and he was really interesting, but he also skipped over some really interesting stuff on the descriptions of the displays.

"Alright, we can't see the Artifacts wing today, because it's being remodeled..." Emmet heard distantly as he noticed another plaque, one about raptors, and was mildly surprised when there wasn't just a chorus of 'awwww's. I mean, they were missing a whole section of the museum! That's disappointing! But he supposed he was already busy enough with what he could see.

He hummed to himself as he moved on to the next display, something that he'd heard on the radio. His mom had let him listen when he'd found an old one in the thrift store. "Ain't no mountain high enough, ain't no valley low enough..."

Emmet skipped on to the next display, and the next, and then he had to duck under something to get to the next one, and then...

He looked up, and realized he didn't know where the group was, and that there were no more displays to read because he was surrounded by construction.

He gulped. He couldn't get in trouble for wandering away from the group again! And he thought he was getting better at that! He looked around, trying to see if he could spot them, but all he saw was dust and leftover tools. Despite being the middle of the afternoon, it was dark, gloomy, and empty.

Emmet was beginning to panic as he realized he didn't know which exit might lead back to the main part of the museum, and to his classmates. And it was so dark, he was starting to get scared. And all that scaffolding that led up to the ceiling seemed to be looming...

In his panic, he didn't realize he was backing into a display that hadn't been taken down during the construction, for some reason. He spun around, suddenly coming face to face with an open display. He was at the end of a hall, very much away from any decent exit. He winced as it wobbled on its display, but was relieved that it didn't fall. The rocky purple base seemed to stabilize it.

Emmet stared at the item for a moment. He could barely see it in the dark, but the rocks themselves seemed to glow... he couldn't quite read the description, but he could make out this artifact was donated by... It was a very pretty thing, despite its plain nature, outside of the base.

Suddenly... despite all the warnings given by the curator and the teacher at the beginning of the tour of not to touch...

He very much wanted to touch it. And not only that, something in the back of his head said it was ok, that it was fine, that he should really touch it right now. It was practically calling his name.

Deciding that if it was left in the construction area, it wasn't that easy to damage, and he reached out...

The moment his fingertips touched the orange of the main block, the light of the purple flared.

A police officer smiling, then glaring. The teacher and the curator, calling for Em. A bright orange vest, and a calming blue cape. A baby laughing. Blue and pink hair. So many bright colors, swirling, meeting, and then something dark in the middle of it all--

Emmet woke up. He felt a little funny, and then realized he was sitting upright in a chair. And he was remembering something, what was it--

"Hello, little buddy."

Emmet jumped, and realized there was a table too. Across from him was a police officer, dressed in much darker clothes than what was in the TV shows. And with more zippers. The man was smiling brightly, his eyes big behind his glasses.

"What's your name, little buddy?" the nice officer asked. Emmet could see himself in the reflection of the glasses, just slightly.

"Em Brickowski," Emmet said, a little quietly. That's what he liked people liked to call him, anyway. Or it was close enough.

"And how old are you, Em?"

"I'm eight and a half!" He threw up eight fingers, and struggled for a moment to hold up a ninth half way before just going with the eight.

The officer chuckled. "That's great! I'm going to ask you a couple questions about that brick on your back, ok Em?"

Emmet was confused. A brick on his back? He spun around to try and see it, but he didn't really have much of an option to do that, and ended up nearly falling out of the chair he was sitting in. He ended up craning his neck around, and was confused by the color, but then he realized: it was the artifact. The one that was previously on the display. Oh no.

"I didn't mean to touch it!" he protested. "I just was curious about the displays, and I got lost, and--"

The officer held up his hand, silencing Emmet. "That's ok, Em. We're just glad you're alright." Emmet relaxed, happy that he wasn't in trouble. He really didn't want to get in trouble. He followed the rules as best he could... "So, you did touch it?" Em nodded. "Do you remember anything after that? Any funny dreams?"

Emmet paused. Now that he thought of it, he... did. There was something, full of color, that he knew hadn't happened... at least, he thought...

There was that whispering again. Something in the back of his head saying don't talk about it, don't tell them, it's a bad idea...

And he decided to tell the truth.

"I never have any dreams," he said honestly. He didn't remember having dreams before, ever. Everyone had them, apparently, but he couldn't remember his, or something.

The officer looked confused, but almost relieved at the same time. Like if Emmet's answer was different, he would have had to do something he didn't want to, but wasn't expecting anything else to come out of the kid's mouth.

"Alright, then, little buddy," he finally said, smiling. "We're gonna call your parents now, ok? Can you hang tight for us?" Emmet nodded really fast; he could be really good at that! As long as no one told him to stop fidgeting. He could stay in the chair, at least. The cop smiled, and left him alone in the room.

That confused Emmet a little bit, since he didn't get left alone very often, but then his teacher rushed in (Stevens?) and hugged him, and his field trip buddy came in after her and apologized for not letting Emmet hold his hand. Emmet just grinned and said it was ok, he was ok. Especially when his parents came in a little while after that, and he had a new friend named Larry.

His parents took him into another room, somewhere kind of dark and with a giant machine in it. The police officer explained that some of the workers were going to take the brick off Emmet's back, which was a relief, considering that it was really heavy, and he kept falling over.

They also said it wasn't going to hurt, but that's also what the doctor says when he gives you a shot, so Emmet cried until it was over, heat still on his back as his parents hugged and kissed him and the cop said "Sorry, little buddy," over and over again until he fell asleep once more.

He noticed that the whispers were gone when he woke up.

AO3

[sterling-starlight]

Chapter 6: You Deserve to Be Loved

This most certainly was not a date, despite Emmet insisting that it was. This was not a date. He simply had to speak with the company that had been hired on to do routine maintenance for Gear Station.  

White tagged along with him because she was as stubborn as a Bouffalant, and followed him. And because fate seemed to have it out for him and his productivity schedule, his destination just happened to be in the entertainment district of Nimbasa City, which led to-

“Ingo, Ingo look! What’s that?”

-White being captivated by everything and anything. She practically pulled his arm out of its socket as she led him to one of the concession stands. A middle-aged man had set up an expansive array of bright, colorful hand-made sun catchers. White was enraptured by a particularly intricate one, depicting four Horseas swimming happily against a deep blue backdrop. “They’re all so pretty, aren’t they? Oh, look!” White picked up a smaller piece and waved it in Ingo’s face. It was a Chandelure, and while it was a stunningly crafted piece of artistry, all Ingo could think was that it was a pale comparison to the real thing.

“Do you like that one, miss?” The vendor asked. He had completely gone into bartering mode, giving White a disarmingly charming smile. He looked towards Ingo with a particular gleam in his eye, “it does’t cost that much. Maybe your boyfriend will buy it for you.”

“I am not her boyfriend,” Ingo snapped coldly. The man looked taken aback at the harsh retort, and Ingo inwardly scolded himself. “White, can we move on please?”

She pouted, looking back at the Horsea sun catcher longingly before putting the Chandelure back on the table.  “Fine. Okay. We’ll go and do your boring stuff.”

“I warned you ahead of time what I was doing wouldn’t be fun,”  Ingo sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose  as they walked away from the stand.

“But look at this place!” White skipped ahead and spread her arms out, “there’s that giant ring thingie over there, and those fluffy pink clouds those people are eating, and- OH HOLY KYOGRE!” She dashed away from him before Ingot could even begin to question what she had just seen. He was beginning to seriously doubt if he would ever get any work done today.  He found her at yet another vendor’s stand, gushing over the Pokemon plush toys that were on display. “They have stuffed Seels!” She exclaimed, pointing at one of the objects in question like she had found some sort of holy relic. “I mean, actual Seels are way cuter. But I could hug one of those and not have people look at me weird.”

“…Do you want one?”

“Can I?!”

Ingo’s growing susceptibility to White was becoming concerning. He would readily admit that he found her likable and charming, if not clingy and short-sighted. She was childish and naive for her age (what he assumed to be her age, anyway), and all he wanted to know was why.  It was a mystery that needed to be solved, and he… he always was fond of mysteries. When and if he solved it, his interest in White would go back down to a more reasonable level.  He would stop actually looking forward to seeing her at the end of his shifts. He would stop worrying whenever she showed up late.

His feelings were becoming too dangerous. Too frightening. He needed to snip them in the bud while he still could.

“On one condition,” Ingo began evenly. “You will stop climbing into my bed,” the vendor of the plush stand of the gave him a suggestive look. He glared back in response before continuing, “during thunderstorms.” He stressed.

“But I like being in your bed,” White argued, crossing her arms over her chest. She looked at the Seel plush longingly before heaving an overly dramatic (something she learned from Emmet) sigh. “If it means I get an adorable not-real-Seel baby, I’ll accept your dumb con-di-tions.”

Ingo paid for the toy, firmly telling the vendor (who would not stop wiggling her eyebrows) that White was afraid of thunderstorms. Nothing happened when they were in bed together, and he hated that he had to stress so firmly that he and White were not a couple. The warmth he felt in his chest when he saw White happily skipping along side him, clutching her new toy to her chest, was perfectly normal, perfectly platonic fondness. 

(Stop, stop,stop, stop.You know what happened last time. Don’t do it. Don’t let yourself. Don’t do this to yourself again.)

It was when he heard Elesa’s painfully familiar cadence did Ingo seriously think that Arceus had a personal vendetta for him.

“Well hey there, you hermit~” She trilled, slinging an arm around Ingo’s shoulders like she had any right to invade his personal space. “Fancy meeting you here. And you’re with a little cutie!” Elesa looked at White, appraising her like she was some poor, disillusioned girl auditioning to be Unova’s next top model. It made Ingo’s stomach lurch.  

White, for her part, didn’t seemed to be too thrilled about the idea of someone else hanging off of Ingo. She clutched her plush a little tighter, her eyes narrowing at Elesa slightly.

“Hi.” She said in a cold, suspicious, clipped tone.

“Sheesh, tense. I can see why you two are friends.” Elesa said with a chuckle, poking Ingo’s cheek playfully.  With a barely-hidden grimace, Ingo shrugged her arm off his shoulder and took three full paces away from her.

“To what do I owe this… pleasure, Elesa?”  He asked.

“Oh, what? I can’t just say ‘hello’ to my old childhood friend? It’s been ages since we last spoke.”

“I saw you two days ago when you were with Emmet.”

“Yes, you saw me. You then proceeded to avoid speaking to me at any and all costs.” Elesa replied, cocking her hip to the side. “Are you still upset that Emmy and I started dating without your permission? For goodness’ sake, Ingo, we’ve been honest with you for a year now.”

“I would find irritating even if you weren’t dating my brother.” Ingo said firmly. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“You’re no fun. But since you’re so insistent, my gym has been temporarily closed for maintenance.  I also don’t have any shoots scheduled for today, which means I have nothing but time on my hands. You’re here, I have time, can’t we spend it together?”

“I am trying to get something done, Elesa.” Ingo groaned into his hands. “I’ve already wasted enough time with White dragging me to see every little frivolous thing that catches her eye.”

At his side, he could feel White tense up. The temperature dropped several degrees, and his stomach with it.

“Okay, wow. That is not how you talk to about lady.”

“That isn’t what I- I didn’t mean-“

“I think what you meant came across clearly.”  Hearing such an ice-cold tone from White was alien. Unnatural. Her voice was controlled and her speech as precise as her accent would allow. The material of her hoodie flashed to something that did not look like cotton, before shifting back again. Ingo blinked against the sudden headache building in his skull.  “I’ll just explore by myself then.” She marched off into the crowd. 

Elesa tsked, “I’ll go after her. Cute little thing like her is bound to get some unwanted attention. You go off and do your super important business.”

Ingo groaned into his hands again. He looked up through his fingers towards the sky, and wondered what he had done to deserve his afternoon becoming such a travesty. ~~~

“Excuse me- pardon me- no, not now- Hey! Girl with the plush!”

White stopped when Elesa called out to her, drawing her shoulders up to her ears.  “I finally caught you. You’re quicker than you look. I feel like our first meeting started on the wrong foot,” Elesa held her hand out to White, a warm smile on her face. “My name is Elesa, the gym leader of Nimbasa City, and one of Ingo’s friends.”

“He didn’t seem to like you very much.” White returned, staring at Elesa’s hand skeptically.

“Oh, he’s always been like that. I give him a hard time, he gets upset at me; deep down we’re best friends. But let’s forget about that for now, and focus on the the fact that I don’t even know your name.”

“Why did you follow me?”

Elesa blinked in surprise. “You stormed off in such a huff, I was worried. There are plenty of guys here who would take advantage of a pretty girl who looked like she was upset at something. And if that happened, Ingo would not be happy.”

“He wouldn’t care,” White said, hugging her Seel plush tighter. “I annoy him.”

“Sweetie, everyone annoys him. But, trust me when I say this, when I first saw him it was the most relaxed I’ve seen him in a long time.”

White perked up, looking at Elesa with wide and hopeful eyes. “Is that a good thing?”

“Considering Ingo is emotionally constipated, yes it is.” Elesa clapped her hands together, “I’ll tell you what: since it’s pretty obvious you like him, why don’t we go get something to eat and I’ll tell you how to break through to him. He’s actually a real softie underneath that constant scowl.”

Even if White wanted to protest, Elesa didn’t give her much of an opportunity to. The blonde laced their arms together and began leading her off to the nearest concession stand.  “Now the most important thing to remember about Ingo is that….” ~~~

The good news was that Ingo had finally done what he needed to do before it got too late in the day. The bad news was that he saw White and Elesa talking. He couldn’t hear them, but he had a horrible feeling that they were talking about him.  He breathed in through his nose and walked towards the two, deciding that he might as well accept his fate. Maybe that would appease whatever deity had decided to torment him.

“Ingo, hi!” White greeted once he was within her range of sight, waving a hand high above her head. She didn’t seem to be upset anymore, which was good. “Why didn’t you in-intro…” She cleared her throat, “introduce me to Elesa earlier? She’s the best!”

“Yes, Ingo, why didn’t you?” Elesa chimed in, resting her chin on the back of her hand and grinning like she was privy to some scandalous secret.  “You know I always make time for you and Emmet.”

“I have been busy,” Ingo replied slowly. “But listen, White. I didn’t mean to upset you earlier, and I apologize.”

“I told you he’d apologize,” Elesa said, grinning in White’s direction. The latter smiled so brightly, it was almost blinding. “We were just talking about how you could make it up to her. A ride for two on Nimbasa City’s famous ferris wheel! Honestly, it’s a crime she hasn’t been on it, yet. And I just so happen to have two tickets right here,” Elesa pulled two ferris wheel tickets out of a hidden pocket of her dress and waved them in front of her face like a fan. “Funny how that works out, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it’s almost like someone I know planned this.”

“I am as innocent as a baby Deerling.” The way she smiled betrayed that statement so much, Ingo didn’t even feel the need to comment on it. Elesa handed a ticket to White, “Sweetie, why don’t you go save a spot in line for the two of you? I just need to talk to Ingo for a quick second.”

“Okay!” White replied, snatching the ticket out of Elesa’s hand and practically skipping in the direction of the ferris wheel. “If you take too long, I’m going without you!” She called back over her shoulder.  

Elesa laced her fingers together and looked back at Ingo from beneath her bangs. “She really likes you. You realize that, right?”

“I’m not oblivious, Elesa.”

“And what are you going to do about it?” She rested her cheek on the back of her hands. “I’m going to give you my opinion. My serious opinion, no sass or teasing involved.  I think she’d be good for you. It looked like you were actually relaxed when you were with her earlier.” She held up a hand before Ingo could interject, “I’m not going to force you to go for it. I am going to tell you that, despite the self-deprecating bullshit you tell yourself, you do deserve to be loved. But,  don’t listen to me prattle on. You’ve got a ferris wheel to get to.” She waved the remaining ticket in his face. “Go on, get!”

Ingo gave Elesa a dubious look before carefully taking his ticket from her hand.

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Previous chapter (Comic): http://gcqaiumi.tumblr.com/post/174348681250

[szaveri23]

TUMBLR Blog-1: Movie (The Hate U Give)

The Hate U Give is a movie directed by George Tillman Jr based on the book which bares the same name written by Angie Thomas. The name of the movie is derived from the word THUG. The movie explores the depths of a sixteen year old’s life, Starr played by Amandla Stenberg and the struggles she faces daily as an African American female who has grown up in an underprivileged neighborhood and has developed her emotions, thoughts and feelings through time and tragedy. Starr maintains a fragile divide between the two lives she has, one in poor Garden heights and the other at the white dominated school she goes to. The inequality between the two communities speaks beyond the empirical as it allows the viewers to truly put themselves in the shoes of an individual who struggles with racial inequality, sharing her voice, grief, friendship, addiction and how media in the 21st century portrays African Americans and societies, whilst exposing the truth about white privilege. Starr is forced to witness her best friend Khalil played by Algee Smith, fall a victim to police brutality and die. With this activity, Starr brings the controversial topics of racial injustice, police brutality and the protest of Black Lives Matter into the viewers attention.

The movie begins with Starr’s father Maverick, having a talk with Starr and her brother about how they should behave when there comes a situation when they are stopped by the police while driving and affirms to them that they should be proud of who they are. He gives them a list of things (Black Panther: Ten Point Program) that they should remember.

Marita Struken and Lisa Cartwright, in their book “Practices of Looking”, talk about the horrors that African Americans had to face in the past and how they had been represented then. Specifically, they mention the story of Emmet Till, a young African American boy who fell victim to white brutality and died. Deborah Willis in her article “Exposure”, published in the book “Only Skin Deep: Changing visions of the American Self ”, looks at the photographs captured in the past which show the horrors that African American’s had to go through. One of the photographs is a photo of Martin Luther King Jr, who is shown arrested by two white police officers for allegedly loitering. Khalil, Starr’s best friend also suffers the same fate. Although it may not exactly be the same context, but the reason it relates is because unarmed Khalil is killed by a white policeman for allegedly trying to reach for a gun.

Peggy McIntosh, a female American activist, in an interview with TED explains how she realized that she had white privilege. She explains that throughout her childhood she never imagined that she had white privilege but now that she has realized that she has it, she proposes the idea of using that “unearned” white privilege as a weapon to suppress itself. An incident that happens in T.H.U.G which is similar to McIntosh’s realization and it supports the fact that white people do in fact have privilege, is when Starr and her white friend Hailey get into an argument about her being racist. Starr shows Hailey what it feels like to be a victim of racism and police brutality.

The Hate U Give shows the reality and struggles the people of color are forced to deal with. T.H.U.G not only addresses injustices happening in the USA, but also around the world. Starr’s personal growth and her efforts to raise awareness about the issues that some people are afraid to talk about is an inspiration to all people of color. Starr’s story relates to many African Americans who have gone through similar situations and encourages them that they can also work through those situations if they stand up for themselves and make their voices be heard. Today, throughout the world, violence, discrimination and oppression still occur. This will continue unless we realize that it is happening and we speak up about it. 

Works Cited:

Tillman, George, Jr. The Hate U Give. Twentieth Century Fox, 2018.

Sturken, Marita, and Lisa Cartwright. Practices of Looking: An Introduction to Visual Culture.2nd Edition. Oxford University Press, 2009.

“The Hate u given (Thug) Clip-3 _ Hailey and Starr Fighting Scene from the Movie _ Movie Clip.” YouTube, uploaded by Aneesha pk, 19 Mar. 2019. www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ae_JaC6pKA4.

“THE HATE U GIVE - First 10 Minutes From The Movie (2018).” YouTube, uploaded by Entertainment Access, 13 Jan. 2019, www.youtube.com/watch?v=ONQT4WT44YE.

“‘How Studying Privilege Systems Can Strengthen Compassion’: Peggy McIntosh at TEDx Timberlane Schools.” YouTube, uploaded by TEDx Talks, 5 Nov. 2012, www.youtube.com/watch?v=e-BY9UEewHw.

Willis, Deborah, et al. “Exposure.” Only Skin Deep: Changing Visions of the American Self, International Center of Photography, New York, Harry N Abrams, 2003, pp. 275–81.

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Thrown Home Again - Pt 5

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After some discussion with Elesa and Emmet, Ingo had decided to just wear the contact for now. He was aware that his facial expression was rather… cold. The scars and the blind eye on top of it would make him look downright terrifying, even he had to admit. At least the eye color was an easy fix. The scars on his face, however, would remain, as he simply did not have the energy or time to cover them every morning. People would see them eventually. He shrugged on the coat and cap, adjusting them in the mirror. He scrutinized his face yet again, trying to somehow make any facial expression that was not frowning. Yet again, he was unsuccessful. He quite literally could not force his own face to do these types of movements. He left the bathroom, grabbing his new Xtransceiver as he did so.

Elesa: you up yet?? I can get the guy here in 45 if you can be here

Me: yes, I am up and ready. I am waiting on E to finish getting dressed and prepared. Departing soon

Elesa: :D

Ingo strapped the device to his wrist, sighing to himself. He was… not exactly excited for this, but he recognized that it needed to be done. He looked up, glancing at Chandelure as she floated up behind him. “I do not believe I will be prepared for this.” The Pokemon chimed at him, nuzzling his cheek as she often did, making him chuckle as he reached out to pet her. “I appreciate that, Chandelure. Thank you.” Emmet came into the room, holding two slices of toast, closely followed by Eelektross. He handed one to Ingo, who took it without complaint.

“Shall we depart?”

“Elesa says we can begin in under forty-five minutes. We should depart.” The two brothers, dressed to the nines in their uniforms, left the apartment with their aces close by, marching in sync as they wolfed down their food and made their way across Nimbasa to Elesa’s gym. The walk was longer than the walk to Gear Station, but still not far enough to truly warrant getting a recreational vehicle of their own. Ingo had been practicing getting used to the feel of the new prosthetic. He was now able to keep up with Emmet’s long strides, a fact that made him feel a rush of pride in his abilities.

People were stopping to watch them as they walked. Emmet was, again, standing on his left side, making sure that no one snuck up on Ingo by surprise. They strode in-time with each other. Ingo carefully kept his eye forward, but it was difficult when he saw their staring faces in the edge of his vision, like a crowd of wild Pokemon waiting to strike at any given moment, waiting for a moment of weakness…

Emmet’s hand took his. He turned his head to his twin, who was looking at him with concern. Ingo slowly blinked at Emmet. Emmet merely nodded, squeezing Ingo’s hand. Ingo squeezed back. They both turned their attention back to the path, reassured.

Nimbasa City’s Gym appeared on the next street. The pair turned off, quickly going inside the building. It was, unsurprisingly, rather dark inside, with neon lights illuminating the space. Emmet led them through the space, as it had been remodeled since the last time Ingo had been inside. They went through a door, up some stairs, around a corner, down a hallway, and then they emerged into a brightly lit room. Elesa stood off a chair, bobbing over to them. “You made it! Ok, so I got the best guy I could find for this. He’s really nice, I swear. Not super invasive. Just give him some small answers to the questions he asks and it’ll be over soon, I promise. Fifteen minutes. That’s it.” The twins both bobbed their heads at her. Ingo took a deep breath. Fifteen minutes. That was it.

Elesa led them around a screen set up, where there sat three chairs, one of which was occupied. A man in a nice suit sat in the far left chair, smiling up at them and waving. “Hello! My name is Mark Peters and I will be interviewing you today. Please take a seat! I understand that you haven’t been exposed to the public in awhile so I’m going to make this as painless as possible. Take these earpieces, they have little microphones that allow the audience to hear you better and HQ can communicate with us directly. Would you like me to go over the questions I have ahead of time so that you’re more prepared for them?” Emmet and Ingo sat in the other two seats, folding both their hands in their laps. Ingo caught Mark staring at his face a little too long. He averted his eyes.

“If you would, that would be appreciated. I prefer to know the schedule and the track we take before starting the engine.” The man nodded, reading off a small list in his hands.

The questions were not unusual for what was to be expected. Where Ingo had been, why he had left, why he had returned, his opinions on the Battle Subway and if the way it was run was going to change, some other things. Ingo noted that they stayed off the topic of his obvious issues. He was grateful. Emmet reached over and squeezed his shoulder. He realized he had been holding his breath. Ingo let out a long, shaky sigh. He looked up at Emmet, nodding.

“We will begin broadcasting as soon as I get the signal. Just smile and answer those questions, that is all I will ask you, okay? If you don’t want to answer, that’s okay too. I cannot force you to give an answer you don’t want to give.” Ingo nodded, his hands shaking slightly. He wanted this to be over. They waited for a couple minutes, Elesa giving him a thumbs-up off camera and a smile. He could do this. He just had to give the story.

“Hello, Unova! This is Mark Peters with an exciting story for you all this morning. I am sitting here with the renowned Subway Bosses, you heard me right, both of them! Ingo, the beloved Boss of the Singles Line who went missing four years ago, has returned! I am here to get an inside story from the brothers and their thoughts on the Battle Subway. Now, Ingo, you were missing for years, where did you go? Your case was the biggest missing persons case in all of Unova in known history!”

“I fell into a wormhole that night. I was performing my safety checks that night with my partner, Chandelure, and there were odd noises coming from one of the tunnels. I went to investigate and within a few paces, I was derailed from Unova entirely. It is a phenomenon that a Professor in Alola is currently studying. He calls them Ultra Wormholes, and they sometimes just take people without warning and scramble their memories, leaving them in a different place and time. I, for example, ended up in ancient Sinnoh, known then as Hisui.”

“Oh.” Mark raised his eyebrows and got back his winning smile. He seemed to want to ask something else, but refrained. “Then how did you get back? It must not be easy to return from something like that, through time!”

“It was rather difficult. I became an individual with a title due to my abilities with Pokemon. I was given the title of Warden, which means that I was responsible for ensuring that my given Noble Pokemon was cared for and able to carry out their duties. As such, I met quite a few passengers in Hisui. One such passenger got to meet deities such as the mighty Dialga and Palkia, which, once we were able to figure out where I belonged due to my memories evacuating upon my sudden arrival in Hisui, were able to transport me back.”

“Wow… that is quite the story. Now, for both of you, what will now happen with the Battle Subway? Ever since Ingo here disappeared, some of its services have been limited or even terminated until further notice. Will these services be brought back to the Subway?”

“I am Emmet. We will be re-evaluating the machinery in the Subway. We will make decisions then. We hope to bring back some features. We may start new projects. It depends on the resources.”

“Yes. Once I get the all-clear to rejoin the Subway, things will run similarly to how they did before my sudden derailment. We may decide to add new amenities to our passengers or even switch the scheduling around, as we see fit. It will be a group effort and it may take months before we have the Subway as nice as we wish it to be.”

Mark gave them a warm smile. “Well, that sounds exciting! Unless you gentlemen have anything left to add, that was all the main questions I had prepared for today.”

“We are excited to see all the new and old passengers again in the Battle Subway!” Ingo called cheerily. Emmet nodded along, tipping his hat at the camera as he smiled.

“That is all I have for today! HQ, back to-”

“I have a question for the Subway Bosses!” spoke a voice in their ears. Ingo shuddered, anxiety immediately curling in his stomach. He had a bad feeling about this. “What happened when you were gone? Your face is covered in scar tissue! Have you seen a doctor? Is there a story there?”

Ingo slowed his breathing. “I do not wish to make that information public just yet-”

“Well clearly something happened to you! Is there something out there that can hurt us? If it can take on someone as strong as a Subway Boss, it has to be insanely deadly!”

“I-I don’t…”

“I can see it extends further down into the shirt. What else-”

“That is enough!” Emmet boomed. “We will be taking no more questions.” He stared directly into the camera, grabbing Ingo’s hand as he floundered with his words. He’d had no problem informing those close to him about the accident, but did he really have to let everyone know? Was it required? Maybe it would be for the best…

“Emmet, I will be alright.”

“The threat is not to you. It does not concern you. He is uncomfortable with making such private information common knowledge.” Emmet’s voice portrayed nothing, but his face was darkened and sharp. There was silence.

“Thank you both so much for the interview today, back to HQ now.” Mark quickly had the cameraman shut off his camera and stood. “I am so sorry for that, I tried to end it as quickly as possible.”

“That is… quite alright, I was just… not expecting… though I should have…” Ingo lowered his eyes as Emmet knelt in front of him.

“I am Emmet. It is not their place to ask rude questions. If you are cornered on the Subway like that, tell me. I will handle them.”

“We both know that is not a good idea, Emmet.”

“But I will. You do not have to do this alone. I am your brother. I want to help you.” Ingo recognized his own words being echoed back at him. He reached forward and hugged Emmet tightly.

“Thank you, Emmet.” They pulled apart and Ingo stood, Emmet offering him an arm to right himself, which he took momentarily. Elesa was there suddenly, a hand on both their shoulders.

“That went a lot better than it could have. But it’s over now! You don’t have to do that again. Now you can just wait until the doctor gives you the all-clear and you can just start being dorky conductors together again.” She grinned at them as she pulled them into a hug. “I can bring Skylla with me sometime to Multi Battle you, just like we used to. It’ll be fun. We can go out to your favorite Johtoan restaurant on Fifth and celebrate.”

“I am Emmet. I will win together with Ingo.”

“Not if we win first!” Elesa smirked. “Losers pay for dinner.”

“You’re on.”

The brothers left the Gym soon after, both heading home. They had decided to take one more day off before Ingo’s appointment later that day. They made it back, collapsing in a heap on the couch. Ingo made sure to set an alarm so that they would not accidentally miss his appointment. Before he realized it, he was already asleep.

And then he was awake again, his alarm blaring with the whistle of a steam engine. He shut it off, rousing Emmet from his own slumber. They groggily lifted themselves off the couch, Chandelure and Eelektross having emerged to force them up. They shook themselves off and went to the hospital, this time going into a specific office instead of urgent care. The same doctor as last time called them back before long, weighing him again and taking his vitals. He took another look at Ingo’s stumped leg, his scarring, his eyes, and took some notes on his ribs.

“I’d say you are well on your way back to health. You seem to have put on a bit more weight, which is ideal. Your ribs are almost fully healed now that you have gotten proper rest and I no longer see sores or calluses on your leg, which are all great things. I did, however, want to offer something up to you as a proposition. In Galar, there is a newer technology that is being offered to some groups. You would likely be a perfect candidate to attempt it. They have developed a robotic eye, which has most capabilities of living eyes. It can focus similarly to a normal eye and can see in color. They can adapt it to match the iris to your other eye, as well. I have some information here about it if you would like to think about it, or you can continue living as you are if it does not bother you. It is up to you.”

What?

Ingo looked at Emmet, bewildered. In Hisui he had hardly been able to get a wooden leg. In Unova he might be able to acquire a fully-functioning bionic eye. That was… something. Very different, for sure. But it did sound… rather neat.

“It’s up to you, Ingo. I will support whatever decision you make.”

“Could I get more information about it? I am… intrigued. I do not necessarily need a second eye, but I will admit it would make life a little easier. Especially while battling.”

The doctor nodded. “I saved the contact information of the head doctor of that group, as well as the website and other things. I can give you a copy as you leave, if you have no other questions.”

They left soon after, Ingo clutching the papers in his hand as he and Emmet made their way home. Ingo held his head a little higher now that he had the contact in. Would it be possible for him to regain vision? It wasn’t something he thought about often, as it really didn’t bother him anymore, but given the option… it might be kinda neat. He was in perfect health otherwise. It was a thought he rather enjoyed entertaining. He would talk with Emmet about it, though he knew that Emmet would not say much on the matter. If he wanted it, he could try it.

“What are you thinking about?” Ingo looked over to Emmet, who was eyeing him curiously. Ingo looked back down at the papers in his hand.

“I never thought about my eye much after it healed. In Hisui, it was incredibly difficult for me to get my metal foot. In Unova, I have the chance to get a new fully-functioning eye. The difference is jarring. And I was able to get a newer, more comfortable foot within two weeks of coming here. The modern amenities in this station are so much more vast than those of Hisui and it is just… quite a lot to become accustomed to again. I know I was gone for four years, but in some ways, it feels so much more than that. I still rise earlier than the sun most mornings and sit up, prepared to go about my daily duties as Lady Sneasler’s Warden, guarding and protecting the Highlands and its occupants. I still look for the satchel that used to sit around my waist. I still turn at the slightest of noises from Pokemon attacks for so long. I know I’m safe here! But these instincts I have don’t just go away. It’s so different from Hisui and I know that it’s right and I’m meant to be back here, but I’m still operating the wrong train.”

Ingo hadn’t realized he’d stopped walking until Emmet wrapped his arms around him. “It is alright, Ingo.” He was shaking. When had he started shaking? “I have an idea.” Ingo wanted to ask what this idea was and if he should be concerned but he found he could not speak. He wanted to be normal again, he did! He wanted to be used to life in Unova like he used to be but he just wasn’t, he wasn’t and it wasn’t getting better- “We can take a trip home. To Anville Town. Camp at Chargestone Cave. Be outside for some time. Maybe we can hike Pinwheel Forest. Would you want to do that?” Would he? Would he want to be outside, to remember all the dangers and smells and sights of Hisui, to remember all the times he was left out in the cold and left hungry?

He nodded vehemently. He really wanted that. More than he could currently articulate. He gripped Emmet’s shoulders tightly as he shook, Emmet rubbing soothing circles over his back. “We can go camping. You can show me things you learned in Hisui. You have seen much of Unova. I can learn some of Hisui.” Ingo nodded again. That sounded nice. He wanted that. “For now, we shall depart for the home station. We should get some fuel and rest for the evening. It has been a long day.” Ingo nodded for a third time, Emmet’s arms lightly unwrapping themselves as he grabbed Ingo’s hand. “We can see about the eye, too.” Ingo nodded. He must have looked like a bobbing Torchic at this point. Emmet smiled at him softly. “Let us depart.”

Emmet gently led them home, Ingo trailing half a pace behind him, still in half a daze. He recognized he was repeating the word ‘depart’ under his breath, likely because it was the last word Emmet had said. He did not attempt to stop himself. Night time was beginning to fall over the city of Nimbasa, the street lights flicking on in the twilight and illuminating the street with a hazy yellow hue. Ingo could hear them buzzing lightly every time he walked by one. He had not missed that. The night air became cooler, the early winds beginning to chill him through his long-sleeved shirt. Some stars twinkled overhead, though not nearly as bright as they had in Hisui. People were beginning to vacate the streets, heading back to their homes for the day. Their families. Ingo was doing the same. Heading back with his.

They reached the apartment, Emmet making sure Ingo made it up the stairs okay. They entered the apartment, met at the door by Chandelure and Eelektross. Emmet gently encouraged Ingo to shower and change his clothes, exchanging his leg for the crutch. When he reentered the living room, he found that their entire team had been released from their balls, the couch and floor covered in blankets, the lights off and instead the light was provided by their Pokemon and the dim glow of some small fairy lights that Emmet must have dug up from somewhere. He had some take out from the cafe they both liked spread out on the blankets. Emmet himself sat in the middle, smiling at Ingo and patting the blanket beside him.

“I know its not Hisui but I thought maybe it would help to sleep out tonight?” He was watching Ingo with trepidation.

Ingo felt his face pull into a soft smile. He hobbled over to Emmet and sat down, mouth watering at the spread before him. “I think it’s quite lovely. Bravo, Emmet.” Emmet beamed at him as they both took up their food, scarfing it down like starved Zangoose. They finished their meal quickly, Emmet disposing of the containers the food had come in and readjusting the blankets. He pulled out another to cover them as he laid down, patting the area next to him. Ingo tucked in next to Emmet as he threw the blanket over them. He felt their Pokemon huddle nearby, Galvantula settling on top of them with her Joltik and Haxorus, Crustle, Klinklang, Excadrill, and Durant surrounding them on all sides. Archeops laid its head over Emmet’s body. Chandelure floated down, close to them, dimming her lights to near-darkness. The familiar pressure on Ingo’s body from Galvantula made his heartbeat begin to slow. He sighed deeply, curling up closer into Emmet. “This does remind me of Hisui.” He could feel Emmet smile against his cheek as they both drifted off into a deep slumber.

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In August of 1955, white supremacists kidnapped, tortured and murdered Emmett Louis Till after a white woman claimed that Till whistled at her. A jury required less than one hour to come back with a “not guilty” verdict. This week, more than sixty years since Emmett Till’s mutilated fourteen year old body was pulled from the muddy Tallahatchie River, the woman who concocted the story that led to Emmett Till’s murder finally confessed that she lied. Her “revelation” has caused a flurry of discussions and articles about white supremacy and police violence — which are in the United States, forever inextricably linked. For many, it is impossible to ignore the parallels between this case, its outcome, and countless recent cases involving law enforcement murdering young people (often on camera) with no consequence. Many Disabled/Deaf community builders continue to warn that the failure to approach these discussions with a disability justice lens — understanding, discussing and addressing the real and deadly links between racism, ableism, white supremacy and police violence — will lead to more death. Countless survivors and victims of white terror and police brutality were targeted because of their race, disability, class and other identities. Anyone who says otherwise is not being honest about the history and longevity of ableism, racism, classism in this “nation.” That, or perhaps they are unclear about how each of those oppressions is woven into the fabric of white supremacy and how each undergirds the other. So intertwined are these oppressions that any attempt to rid the nation of racism without doing away with ableism yields practically nothing. The same is true in reverse. Disabled communities attempting to rid the nation of ableism find themselves having made very little headway because they are still practicing racism. In fact, for the past several years, more than half of those killed by “law enforcement” in the United States have been disabled/deaf individuals. This group of victims is also comprised disproportionately of Black, Indigenous, Latinx people and people from other marginalized communities including low/no income and trans communities. Many have written about the alarmingly disproportionate representation of disabled people of color in statistics ranging from suspensions to state-sanctioned executions. And yet we continue to thoughtlessly erase their identities — and thus their humanity. By this I mean that narratives shared by people of color (including “social justice activists”) about disabled victims of white terror and police brutality who also are of color erase Disability/Deafness and other aspects of these individuals’ identities. These intersections are precisely what made these victims prime targets for violence. Similarly, the narratives shared about these victims by the vast majority of disabled people (including “disability/deaf rights activists”) erase Blackness/indigeneity altogether — again ignoring the very intersection of these individuals’ identities that made them susceptible to this violence in the first place.

Emmett Till & the Pervasive Erasure of Disability In Conversations about White Supremacy & Police Violence by Talia A. Lewis

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