#fever part 2

[atiny-for-life]

Ateez's Full Storyline Explained - Part 4

Masterlist

Fireworks (I'm The One) (Z-World)

It's rather unclear what exactly is going on here but I'll once again present my personal theory/headcanon which aligns best with the canon info we get from the Diary Entries laid out below:

The Black Pirates are in their hideout and have just woken up from passing the Cromer on to Ateez (as seen in Fever Part 1) and are now gearing up for a fight against the Android Guardians who they know are right on their asses - this is the part we get to see in the MV

Storyline wise, however, we can elaborate on the surrounding events through context clues:

The Black Pirates absolutely don't want the Cromer to fall into the hands of the central government so they chose to hide it with the only people they can trust to pick up where they're now forced to leave off: themselves - or in this case, the next best thing: themselves from another reality

I believe Hongjoong was able to hand over the Cromer without actively traveling to the A-World by utilizing the dreamscape - this could either be because a cosmic lunar event enhanced the Cromer's powers or because both parties are alternate versions of each other and happen to be extremely powerful dreamers which allow them to access a part of the Cromer's powers others cannot

Either way, they could hand over the Cromer successfully and managed to put a quite a fight against the Android Guardians, as we get to hear in the song The Leaders which directly follows this track

However, in the end, the Black Pirates are captured before Ateez's arrival in the Z-World as we'll find out below

Fever Part 2 Diary Entries:

The Diary Entries take place after the happenings of the MV.

Ateez arrive in the Z-World, specifically in the Black Pirates��� hideout after the Cromer teleported them there

They immediately get confronted by Android Guardians who're breaking down the hideout's door and are described as "giants dressed in white" who are "wearing masks that cover their entire face" and "did not feel like people"

The Guardians want to get their hands on the Cromer (which is Ateez's only ticket back home) so they put aside their confusion regarding their entire situation and focus on getting to safety

From Hongjoong's entry:

I had to protect the Cromer and the members at the same time, but that was more like a gamble.

Noticing a shard of glass under his foot, Hongjoong takes the Cromer from Yunho and tells the Guardians he'll hand them the Cromer right before he chucks the shard out the broken window and shouts for his members to run away while the Guardians are distracted by the piece of glass

Hongjoong's distraction bought them enough time to get away and Ateez get some time to explore the hideout's surroundings which San notes, are very similar to their own hideout's back home

From San's entry:

Visible spaces were similar to the reality we knew but were also slightly different. [...] By the time I was immersed in such thoughts, I could hear the members laughing. The members, who had been taking a break for a while, were playing with each other, relieved that the Cromer was safe.

Note: This is the only other time outside of Fever Part 1 where we get San mentioning "Bobo" - this time in regards to there being a place nearby back home where Wooyoung had saved Bobo. I can only assume it's some neighborhood kid, or maybe a street cat or something. He never explains it.

While they're all resting in the middle of the forest, the Android Guardians catch up to them and attack them once again

They manage to grab Wooyoung by the ankle and drag him away which makes the remaining members jump into action

During the resulting fight, the Guardians get their hands on the Cromer just as a small avalanche of stones catches them by surprise

Ateez are quick to rush toward the cave where they spot a girl who gestures for them to enter where they also met her brother - he introduces them as the Grimes siblings

Tired, all of Ateez are quick to fall asleep while the Grimes girl tends to Wooyoung's injured ankle

The Grimes boy explains his sister's voice was stolen by the Android Guardians who can remove a voice and turn it into what looks like a bead filled with blue energy

The boy also offers more information on the world they'd found themselves in, such as the AI simulations the government had run to establish new policies that would ensure their desired futures which resulted in the ban of the arts and the use of technology to lower the citizens ability to experience emotion

All that led to the appearance of the men in black fedoras who'd made it their mission to return the arts to their world (a mission that landed them on the Government's Wanted list)

From Seonghwa's entry:

[The Central Government] put the blame on human emotions for causing crimes and terrorism that threaten humanity and so the key to their policy was to control the variables called human emotions. [...] As those days continued, men wearing black fedora began to appear one day. They sang and performed here and there and that and that was said to have the power to attract people. Being stimulated by these men, people who escaped the control began to appear. People from various fields formed a resistance against the central government and called themselves the 'Black Pirates'.

Due to the Black Pirates' ability to teleport with the Cromer, they'd been able to evade capture for the longest time but, at last, thanks to the Android Guardians, they'd finally been arrested

Side-Note: The fact that the Grimes siblings know about this now, as well as later instances suggest that the Black Pirates were captured at least some time ago which implies instances of time travel correlated to the upward flow of the sand in the Cromer in the Fever Part 1 Diary Entries. I explain this in more detail here.

Ateez listen to the story but as Seonghwa describes, none of it matters - what matters is that they can't back home without the Cromer and that was now in the hands of the Android Guardians

Despite everything that's happening, Yeosang takes a moment to write a letter to his father (a letter he can never send) detailing how trapped he felt in the life his parents had planned for him and how, despite it all, he feels more free here in the Z-World than he ever did back home, simply because his own decisions had led him here and he was still with his friends

He also takes a moment to describe the people he'd seen in the city after they left the woods; he says they never look at each other or the sky, always rushing around like they're being chased, they never talk about anything but their needs, never smile when "unnecessary" and move as if they were machine controlled

From Yeosang's letter:

I thought that maybe this place is not a new world, but that I'm just taking a microscopic look at the world I was living in. Father, I know you were shocked to see me singing and dancing with these friends. But I really wanted to escape the world I've lived in, the world I've been trapped in. I love my parents so much but I have never been happy in your world.

He proceeds to detail a past event in which his father kicked them all out of the empty garage they'd been using as a hideout, forcing them to separate; this is likely the incident that caused all of Ateez to split up in the Outro of the Fever Part 1 Diary Entries

It made Yeosang feel like it was his fault, that meeting him was the reason all their happiness was taken from them and it made Yeosang resent his father

But he doesn't want to feel like that anymore - he still loves him but doesn't want to blame him anymore and because of that, he doesn't plan to return to the world his father has created

Thanks to Wooyoung's nosiness, they find out about a man named Left Eye and how his position as the manager of the Strictland dump gives him knowledge about the Android Guardians' bunker which they can use to break in and get back the Cromer; their only way back home

From Mingi's entry:

Thanks to nosy Wooyoung, we decided to find out the location of the Android bunker as well as regain the voice of the Grimes girl. That dude is always so unnecessarily nosy like that.

The wording heavily implies that Wooyoung was the one who asked why the Grimes girl never speaks and then proceeded to offer all of Ateez's help once they got her story; it's certainly in line with his personality and lines up with how him and Mingi became friends (see: Fever Part 1 Diary Entries)

They decide to split into 2 teams: one will track down Left Eye while the other will find the Grimes girl's voice

The team in search of Left Eye find him in the yellow hallucination inducing fumes of the Strictland dump, mumbling to himself

(Side-note: We first get to see Left Eye on-screen in the Guerrilla MV and Teasers

Meanwhile, in search of the Grimes girl's voice, Jongho ties a rope around his waist, puts on a gas mask and enters a cave filled with toxic fumes

Inside, his old basketball rolls toward him and a game begins

While Jongho is trapped in his own hallucination, Yunho is facing down Left Eye

Here, we learn about Left Eye's background as a fashion designer who was repeatedly denied opportunities due to his unfriendly appearance

Regardless, he was known as a warm person with a passion up until he lost his daughter who got hit by a car when she tried to safe a flower that had bloomed on the roadside

From Yunho's entry:

People thought moving forward quickly was more important than looking around. Even after seeing the child on the street after getting hit by the car, people were busy passing by, pretending not to have seen anything. During that time, the child died slowly.

When Left Eye learned about this, he changed and shortly after, he saw the hallucination of his daughter in the Strictland dump fumes for the first time

And it was while wandering through those fumes, that the Android Guardians selected him as its manager

The story makes Yunho think of his brother and, instead of only seeking information about the Android Bunker which houses the Cromer, he now also wants to help Left Eye

This means luring him away from the fumes and making him realize the fumes were only showing him an illusion of his daughter

Back by the cave, with Jongho trapped in the illusion of the game, Yeosang gets increasingly worried and decides to put on his own mask and enters the cave to check on him, only to find him running straight toward a cliff

While that's going down, Yunho manages to lure Left Eye away from the fumes, but once freed from the hallucination, Left Eye gets furious

Everyone was unsure what to do but then Yunho shouted amid the silence. "Your daughter is dead!" Everyone looked at Yunho in surprise. "You're denying it because you don't want to believe it, but aren't you already aware of the truth?"

It only made Left Eye swing a big bat at Yunho

The entries end here.

[canyouhearthevoices]

‘Time of Love’ Lyric Analysis

Released with FEVER Part 2, March 2021 (holy moly it’s been almost 2 years). 

And why am I analysing this? How did I come around to analysing this song that I really dislike and that sounds, both in lyric and composition, like a trashy white boy band from the early 2000s?

Maybe I’m too dedicated to ATEEZ and their storyline.

I really dislike songs like this. There are too many love songs in the world, and 99.9% of them add nothing to music, culture, or society in general. I don’t dislike them as an ace person - I’m as romantic as it gets. I dislike them because they are overused, cliche and not even for a good reason, and because they are so, so boring. And to me ‘Time of Love’ was not very different. I don’t think it adds to ATEEZ as a group, I don’t think it adds to kpop, and I don’t think it adds to music in general. It, and the general theme of love in most of the album, were the reasons why FEVER Part 2 is my least favourite and least played ATEEZ album. While almost all of the songs on other albums are on my favourites on Spotify, I don’t think a single song from this album is there. Mingi really couldn’t come back fast enough.

Anyway.

The only way it, and most of the other songs on the album, could add to anything is if we consider them in the context of the storyline, as a way for ATEEZ to say to the people of the world that they need to band together and bring back the emotion of love to show the government that human emotion is powerful and good. But even then, the song has so few references to the storyline that it doesn’t even seem connected, or interesting, or anything else. So I have very little analysis and very little to say, but have my lyric analysis anyway, for the sake of completionism.

They’re just general ATEEZ themes of being yourself, acceptance and teamwork, confidence through being your true self.

Full lyric analysis below the line.

Time of Love

This last verse is also translated as; ‘pain is felt equally by everyone. Say to each other that you won’t hurt them.’

The last line here is also translated as ‘we need to embrace it.’ I’m not sure how people ended up with  both of these translations, but they both make sense, so I’m happy I guess...

This verse is also ‘happiness is, love is, understanding each other.’

Hongjoong’s rap verse here is also translated as; ‘Love, like, adoration. Words that are overwhelming just to list down. There are so many words like this but why did we slowly become a miserly cat?’

I love this idea of ‘miserly/stingy cats’ - cats are known for being cold, and this is a really interesting and unique metaphor to explain both Strictland’s loss of emotions and the loss of love that we see in the real world - a world that both ATEEZ and other groups have described as ‘grey’.

This verse was alternately translated as ‘say that you love me, say that you like them, don’t swallow it in and just say, I need you.’

The fifth line here is also, ‘even if it looks stupid, I’m always on your side.’

Mingi’s part in the last verse here is also translated as, ‘secrets we piled up one by one, let’s shave them all off and replay the happy memories.’

To which I have the same analysis as the original translation, but will add that the idea of ‘shaving’ or ‘shedding’ secrets goes in line with ATEEZ’s theme of revealing your true self to become actualised/confident.

Yunho’s part here is also translated as ‘in the past times, the sadness we saw, let’s not forget that now.’ Yeosang’s part is also translated as ‘I pray that we both won’t cry again.’

This is really interesting to me (and thank goodness because for me the song was lacking interest). Mingi is often a vessel for Hongjoong and his beliefs, and in this song (and others) both he and Hongjoong talk about suppressing sadness and keeping secrets, so that they can just live in happy memories forever. However, we have, in opposition to that, Yunho and Yeosang working together to say that we SHOULD remember our sadness and secrets, and that this is a part of us. Their joint role in the ship is to keep it on track and moving towards the Treasure - so by acknowledging both the good and bad in the past, they are keeping the rest of the crew on track, in opposition to Mingi and Hongjoong.

Boy do I love some self-actualisation conflict.

Conclusions

Genuinely, a really boring song to me, just like the rest of the album. But it does have a nugget of potential storyline, which I will cling to until the kraken comes back for revenge and drags me from the pirate ship, kicking and screaming. 

[pygmi-says-hi]

writing tips - fevers

guys so the injury post absolutely fucking exploded (500 notes in 24 hours is a lot for me) and the fever part really threw yall for a loop.

I didn't go into it but I can! just to clear up questions.

Fevers are funky asf

like, there are so many factors that indicate when a fever is like a big deal and when it's not. part of it has to do with the age of the patient, how long the fever lasts, any causes or prexisting conditions....

Like this:

If person is feverish due to an infection, their symptoms are gonna be slightly different than someone who is fighting the flu. this is because the antibodies are attacking different parts of the nervous system with different kinds of chemicals blah de blah blah blah.

The younger the patient, the more susceptible they are. if the character is a child, a fever of 102 F is way worse than a 30 year old man experiencing that. It'll take a larger toll on the baby's body.

Some people have naturally higher body temps. There is a standard deviation away from the target temp that is still ok. Some people simply exist at 99.2 F, even though for some that's febrile.

idk man it's weird people are weird don't @ me about it.

obviously it's bio science which means not everything has exactly a clear answer. there are so mnay variables at play that it's easier just to blanket statement the whole thing.

because this isn't a blog for medical advice.

please don't use this blog for medical advice.

100% of death.

thanks guys love the effort

xox

[creative-caramel-coffee]

The Spiders Sister - Chapter 2

Summary: Reader is still a little sick and staying hidden while Wanda and Natasha look after her.

TW: Sickness, asthma

Words: 2.8K

A/n: Part two!!!

It must have been a couple of hours sleep before you woke up again. Somebody was knocking on the door and for a second you panicked, still feeling awful and sleepy your mind was working though a dense fog to catch up.

When you finally managed to recall the events of earlier that morning, you felt a slight bit of relief.

“Come in.” You called, your throat scratchy and sounding like sandpaper on glass.

The door handle turned, and you prayed the girls had kept their promise to not tell the others yet.

Wanda’s face peered into the room, and she glanced around until her eyes fell on you, still holed up in bed under the sheets.

“How are you feeling?” Wanda asked as she came inside, holding a tray. She gently closed the door after her and came to sit on the bed beside you.

“A bit better than I was. But not great.” You mumbled.

“Well, if you don’t mind, Nat and I are happy to look after you until you get better. Peter’s been telling us stories about you, now he can.” She begun and you groaned. Drawing a smile from her. “All good don’t worry. He’s a good kid and it sounds like you’re a good sister. And spider-man at that.” She said with a wink, and you buried your flaming face in your hands.

Wanda carefully pried your fingers away from your blazing cheeks and smiled softly at you.

“Now, I made you some soup and Nat’s gone to steal some of Peter’s enhanced-super cold and flu medicine out of Bruce’s lab for you.” Wanda said as she set the tray down on your bedside table. “Put this under your tongue.” She said handing you a thermometer.

“I’m fine.” You said not taking from her. She raised an eyebrow in challenge. “Really. Im all good now.” You argued and she still wasn’t having it.

Using her magic wanda floated the thermometer up to hover in front of your lips. You gave her a look and opened your mouth.

She beamed at you and the thermometer positioned itself under your tongue.

“Now what?” You mumbled from behind the stick.

“Now we wait for that to beep and go from there.” Wanda said catching the drooping thermometer with her finger before it could fall from your mouth while you spoke.

After a few more seconds of Wanda fussing with the things on the tray and messaging who you assumed must be Nat on her phone, the stick beeped.

Before you had a chance to remove it yourself wanda had stolen from your lips and was closely observing the numbers on the small screen.

She hummed a low note and sent another text to Nat before placing it down on the bedside table.

“Well?” You asked trying not to pout about feeling left out.

“102.3 still a fever.” Wanda said before standing and heading to the door to open it.

Natasha stepped into the room with three bottles of medicine in her arms.

She came over and took a seat next to wanda who had sat back on the bed like before.

She handed the bottles to wanda who looked at the labels and began taking out pills from two of the bottles and measuring out a red liquid from the other.

“Oh, hell nah.” You said. “I am not drinking that.”

Nat raised an eyebrow. “You will be.” She said and you frowned, slouching down and glaring at her which only seemed to make her smirk grow larger.

Wanda finished measuring it all out and handed you the two pills and a glass of water.

“What is this?” You asked.

“Fever reducers and cold and flu meds that were made for peter.” Wanda said and you nodded and took them.

Then wanda held out the small medicine cup of red liquid.

“Nope.” You said pursing your lips. “Not happening.”

“If you don’t take this, I’ll force feed you it myself.” Wanda said and you glared at each other for a second before swiping it out of her hands.

“Fine.” You grumbled and wanda beamed at you.

“Good girl.” She said and you defiantly did not feel your stomach flip at those two words.

However, Natasha seemed to smirk to herself about something while wanda busied herself with the soup.

You took the medicine like a shot and scrunched up your nose after.

“Why is it sweet?” You asked smacking your lips together.

“Peter’s a baby when it comes to gross cough syrup, so he requested it taste like cotton candy.” Nat said and you rolled your eyes.

“Of course he did.” You mumbled.

Before you could find further reason to complain Nat plucked the cup from your hands and wanda set the tray on your lap, fussing over the pillows behind you that were keeping you propped up against the bedhead.

You eyed the tray closely. There was a bowl of thick orange soup with a blob of white sprinkle with small green herbs. Along with a soup spoon and napkin.

“Um? What kind of soup is it?” You asked.

“Pumpkin soup with sour cream and chives.” Wanda said. “It’s an old family recipe from my childhood.” She said seeming to lose her smile for a fraction of a second before it came back.

You nodded. “Thank you. You really didn’t have to go to all the effort wanda.”

She just shrugged. “Its kind of what we do around here.”

“Look after each other, she means.” Nat clarified and you nodded and brought a spoonful of soup to your lips.

It was warm and tasted amazing. You hummed in delight at the taste and Wanda beamed.

“This is really good.” You said taking another spoonful of it.

“I’m glad you like it.” Wanda said.

“So, where’s peter?” You asked, striking up conversation.

“May took him home. Nat managed to convince her that you were fine staying here with us. We are happy to have you and if you like that could be a more permanent offer depending on what the team has to say.” Wanda said and you choked on your soup.

Coughing, you felt Natasha’s strong hands pound your back to help you breathe.

Once the fit had subsided you blinked at wanda who was looking at you with concern in her eyes. You waved her off.

“I’m all good.” You begun but she handed you the glass of water anyways.

“Small sips.” She instructed and you nodded and drank some of it slowly.

“Sorry.” You apologised. “I just wasn’t expecting that.” You mumbled, cheeks warm.

“No need to apologise I probably should have waited until you weren’t eating.” Wanda said and you laughed.

“But in all seriousness… you guys want me here? Like … on the team?” You asked and Nat looked at Wanda before nodding.

“We would need to have Fury sign off. Steve and Tony will have to agree as well, but theres not denying you would be a valuable asset to the team.” Nat begun. “I’m planning on holding a meeting with the team when your up to it. But until then I want you to rest and get better. It’s important you put your best foot forward when starting off with the team.” Nat said and Wanda nodded.

“You’ll do great. The team will love you.” Wanda agreed, throwing in her own two cents to Nat’s speech.

“So, Nat how did you manage to sneak in and out of Bruce’s lab and find peters meds?” Wanda asked with the grin that Natasha returned.

As Nat launched into her story, which included a cabinet of medicine labelled spider-baby, a banner-stark debate over what atom is the best and lastly her spy skills.

By now everyone had gotten themselves comfortable on the bed. You were sat against the headboard with wanda on your left and Natasha on your right.

The king bed managed to squeeze all of you in and left ample room for more space.

As Nat continued her story you found yourself listing to one side. Your eyes drifting half shut as the exhaustion rolled over you.

Blinking harshly, you tried to stay awake until a soft hand guided your head to something soft that smelt like strawberries and vanilla.

You decided to forgo fighting sleep for any longer and left yourself drift off.

Natasha grinned at Wanda who was stroking your hair as you laid on her shoulder asleep.

It was an adorable sight and Nat may or may not have taken a photo of all three of you together with you asleep in the middle.

After the two listened to your slightly wheezy breathing and elected to let you sleep for now and to monitor your breathing, Wanda put on a sit-com on the Tv on a low volume as her and Nat settled in.

Over the course of the afternoon Wanda and Nat kept a close eye on you as you slept. Listening to the wheeze in your exhale and making sure it didn’t get worse or require your asthma inhaler.

Once or twice when Wanda checked your temperature with her hand against your forehead you nuzzled into her palm, still sleeping which warmed the witch's heart

You were adorable in her eyes and the glint in Natasha’s said she felt the same way.

At one point your powers began acting up as Wanda wanted to get up for some water and she found herself stuck to you.

She had looked lost and slightly bewildered while Nat giggled and helped her pry you off her.

“Tony says peter does the same thing when he’s sick. They can’t control it.” Nat had explained to Wanda in a hushed and slightly amused whisper so as not to wake you.

Finally at around five in the evening Wanda decided she needed to get up and cook dinner.

As she slid out of bed you began to wiggle a bit, seeking the warmth that had been there moments ago as you had been tucked into her side.

Wanda watched like a deer in headlights to see if you would wake up.

Instead, you simply rolled over and latched onto Natasha leg. Clinging to it like a baby sloth cuddling its mama.

Natasha had looked surprised almost shocked at the turn of events and Wanda hid a giggle behind her hand at Nat’s comical expression before she schooled her features.

It took a lot to surprise Natasha, but you had managed to do it within only knowing her for two days.

Wanda silently slipped out the door as Natasha looked down at you with a peaceful smile.

No longer paying attention to the Tv she was gazing down at you as she gently traced a pattern on your arm.

Despite having only known you for two days, Wanda and Natasha had found themselves almost entranced by you. From the way your nose scrunched up when you smiled to the way it twitched like a bunny before you sneezed.

Peter had kept telling them stories about you and your escapades as spider-man that had often landed him in trouble with Tony.

Wanda and Natasha had found all the walls they had spent years building over their scarred hearts to have melted in the presence of your sunny disposition, even if it was buried under a little sickness at the moment.

Wanda wanted to learn more about you, she always loved stories as a child, but you seemed like the best novel she may ever get the chance to read. And she wanted nothing more than to write the rest of your chapters together. She would be willing to bleed the ink from her own body to write your happily ever after together on the same page. To exist in a world of you and her. To add to the ecosystem that fed her soul. Because she always felt she had room for more un her heart. She had felt love like this before, once before, and it was double as she had laid in the bed with the both of you.

Natasha dreamed of finding someone that felt like home. After so long running from false families and a broken childhood, she wanted nothing more than to curl up and relax with someone that made her feel safe. Someone that made her feel the same way you do when you drink hot chocolate while watching the snow drift down on a winter wonderland. You were the home she was looking for. The way your heart touched hers, reached for her like a magnet was something she rarely felt. Something she had only ever felt once before. With another redhead who lived in the tower.

Wanda finished making dinner at around six. Before calling the team, she plated up three dishes of food and left the kitchen.

Only once she was safely clear and, in the lift, did she tell Jarvis to alert the team for dinner.

When Wanda stepped back into your room the first thing, she noticed was the concern on Natashas face.

Many may see the black widow as a cold heartless woman, yet that was just her persona in front of the cameras.

Sure, she was hard to crack open at first, but it seems she had taken a liking to you almost immediately.

Behind closed doors Natasha was quite a sweet and caring person for those she loved, showing her affection in indirect manners such as little gifts and cracking jokes at just the right time.

As wanda approached the bed she begun to realise why Nat was worried.

Your breathing which they had been monitoring had grown more wheezy.

Nat looked up from where she had been studying your face to look at wanda.

“I wasn’t sure if I should let her sleep or wake her to use her inhaler.” Nat said.

“No, you did the right thing. We have to wake her up for dinner now anyway, so we’ll have her use it now.” Wanda said with a small smile.

“We should also check her temperature and give her some more medicine.” Nat added and wanda agreed with a nod as she placed the dishes down on the desk.

Natasha gently began to rub your arm. “Y/n/n. Y/n/n wake up.” Nat said softly and after a second you batted her hand away drawing a chuckle from Wanda.

“Noooo let me sleep.” You said but Nat wasn’t having it.

You tried to pull the covers over your head but Nat held them down in place on the bed with her foot.

“Would you get up if I told you wanda made dinner?” Nat asked and wanda stifled a chuckle behind her hand as you cracked one eye open.

“Maybe.” You said and wriggled so you were sat against the headboard.

“Good. But before you get dinner its medicine time.” Nat said and you groaned in protest.

“There’s always a catch.” You grumbled and Wanda winked at you.

“For you? Always.” Wanda grinned and you gave her a half-hearted glare.

Natasha pressed your inhaler into your hand, and you simply blinked at her. “I don’t need it.” You said.

“I’m not asking again.” Nat smiled sweetly.

“Technically you didn’t ask the first time.” You said and looked at wanda for backup where she was leaning against the desk with an amused smile.

“Nope.” She said popping the p. “I can hear you wheezing from here bubs. Take it and breath like the rest of us.” She said smugly.

“Whatever.” You pouted and took the inhaler, ignoring them both and looking at a spot on the wall.

When you were done wanda patted your cheek.

“Good.” She said handing you a thermometer you took and dutifully placed under your tongue.

When it beeped Nat’s quick hands beat you to it and stole the device from your lips.

“99.8 it’s gone down.” Nat said with a smile.

“Yay.” You drawled sarcastically.

Before you could even get another word or remark in Wanda placed two tablets into your hand. “Swallow these.” She instructed and pressed a glass of water into your other hand.

You sighed and did as you were told, making both women smile at each other.

As the three of you ate you complemented Wanda’s cooking and savoured the food.

The two women chatted to you about the avengers asking any questions you had. When dinner was done, they could see you fighting to stay awake.

When do I get to meet the team?” You asked over a yawn you directed into your fist.

“Well, we’ll see how you feel in the morning and go from there.” Wanda smiled as she messed around with the pillows. “Get some sleep Y/n.” She smiled and you nodded, too tired to argue.

Settling down you were asleep before they two had left the room.

PART 3

[grassintheclouds]

Part 2

[dailyserirei]

(Valentines Day // White Day PART2)

[chichapalabok]

so global enstars is having a collab with detective conan and i am not satisfied with the 6 charas they had (cone, shinichi, hattori, kid, amuro and akai) and made more of who I'd add :D

[accirax]

last night i had a dream that it was Friday, and i was watching Chapter 2 Episode 15. it was nearing the end of the episode, and Teruko had accused Ace in the Closing Argument. however, Ace was nonstop arguing with MonoTV that he didn't do it and that everyone had it all wrong. MonoTV laughed cryptically, and the episode ended on the cliffhanger...

...that MonoTV was about to introduce Ada Tobisa, Eden's secret twin sister, as the seventeenth student in the killing game.

no, i don't know what role Ada would have had in the murder.

earlier in the dream episode, we had seen the left photo as its own CG, and were led to believe that it was a photo of Eden as a baby (i have no idea how this came up in the Trial). however, the end stinger was showing the CG with the two of them, and that the left picture was actually Ada all along.

anyways, call me the Ultimate Fortune Teller, because i'm pretty sure i've foreseen exactly what's going to happen in Friday's episode drop 😎

[sacchiri]

Hellsing 2002 calendar illustration.

Ein wunderliche und erschröckliche Hystori von einem großen Wüttrich genant Dracole wayda Der do so ganz unkristenliche marrter hat angelegt die mensche, als mit spissen als auch die leut zu Tod geslyffen

A wondrous and frightening story about a great berserk called Dracula the voivode who inflicted such unchristian tortures such as with stakes and also dragged people to death

[fanofspooky]

Eli Roth’s horror movies

[auseyre]

Watching Charlie spend the first three episodes tweaking and trying out different behaviors to figure out what Babe wants, what will keep him interested, and therefore keep Charlie around him, is fascinating. Yes, he’s manipulating Babe, even though it’s for a noble cause, and yes, he does fall in love with Babe pretty quickly and his actions become genuine. Still, it’s also just the perfect reminder that Charlie was also an abused child whose only chance for any type of attention or affection was to please Tony. 

And the great irony of the Charlie/Babe/Way situation is that the thing Charlie figured out, the thing Babe wants most in the world, is just for someone to love him and take care of him, the one thing that Way spent 10 years convincing him he couldn’t have. 

Way’s whole schtick was “Yeah, I love you, but nobody else does or ever will without wanting something.” Which equated to “you’re lucky to have me.” Why would Babe ever mess up their friendship, shooting for a romantic relationship that might not even work out when it could lead to him losing the only person he had? 

On the other hand, Charlie constantly hyped Babe up. He pushed the narrative of how amazing Babe was and how Charlie was the lucky one. He approached him from the beginning with the idea that he was open about wanting something from Babe and what he was offering in exchange and so, all the extras, the tenderness, caretaking, felt like it was something he gave freely because he thought Babe was worth it.  

In other words, Way might have had a shot if he hadn’t spent 10 years negging the shit out of Babe. But I guess when you get constantly told what a super special Alpha you are, some of that arrogance gets internalized. 

[atiny-for-life]

Ateez's Full Storyline Explained - Update!

First of all: thank you to everyone who's been leaving likes and reblogs and stuff on everything I posted three days ago - I hope my guide has been helpful to some of you.

As I was copying everything into a notebook for the sake of keeping a physical copy for myself that wasn't just messy notes (cuz I'm paranoid and like to keep a backup in case I lose access to my Tumblr account), I think I figured out the Fireworks MV!

This has no impact on the storyline as all the important bits are covered in the Fever Part 2 Diary Version but it's just nice to know what storybeats are actually being visualized in the MVs imo.

I made sure to update the original post as to not fuck up the links in my masterlist but here's the excerpt for anyone who's interested:

Fireworks (Z-Dimension)

the Black Pirates are in their hideout and about to pass the Cromer on to Ateez (or they’ve just woken up from doing so) because they know the Android Guardians are right on their asses - this would explain why they’re gathering weapons

they refuse to be captured without putting up a fight and they certainly won’t hand the Cromer to the central government, even if they do get captured so they hide it with the only people they can trust: themselves - or in this case, the next best thing: themselves from another dimension

in the end, their fears are confirmed when an Android Guardian shows up at the hideout as we can see at the end of the MV

Storyline Masterlist (Reminder as I've been seeing people confused in the tag recently: the storyline goes Fever Series - Treasure Series - Movement Series - it alles makes sense when you go in this order as long as you take the albums' diary entries into consideration.)

[writing-whump]

Clueless caretaker

Dylan gets sick, the most serious Rip has seen him be. Emeto warning.

"Are you upset?" Rip said hesitantly. He was sitting in the armchair opposite the sofa where Dylan was sprawled on and felt weirdly like before a recieving a judgement.

Dylan sighed, hanging his head back on the armrest. "Look, man, I'm not upset. It's just...you were so freaked out about becoming the Executioner in summer-"

"Apprentice. I would just work as his apprentice."

"And now you are all down with it? Excuse me, if I'm a little confused." Dylna curled up around his side, an uncharacteristic frown on his face.

"It's just a job." Rip got up, fighting the urge to pace. "It's gonna give me direction and a place." He pulled out Isaiah's credit card from his pocket. "I can't be freeloading around for nothing forever." He already felt better agreeing, knowing these expanses, this apartment, the clothes on his back and food in the fridge would be his contribution too.

"You totally can. Watch me and learn," Dylan grumbled unhappily, closing his eyes.

"Dude, it's like 11 o'clock. Why are you so sleepy?" Rip said, eyeing the other wolf.

"Too many heavy decisions," Dylan said. Then he opened his eyes and forced up a grin at Rip's expression. "Jeez, it's not because of you, don't worry."

"I'm not worried," Rip said petulantly. "I'll fix you something to eat and then we could go to the underground gym together, yeah?"

Dylan turned his back to him, face to the sofa. "What, Isaiah is on vocation today?"

Rip didn't wait for assent, going to the kitchen island where he would have just as a good view of Dylan as in the living room. "They have some kind of pack event today. All three of them together. It's in Salzburg so it's gonna be a whole day trip."

"Look at how well informed you are. Assistant in full power."

"It's Executioner's Apprentice. And it's a pretty respected position, thank you." Rip rolled his eyes and began heating the milk for a improptu porridge. He already ate in the morning, but Dylan didn't and porridge with cocoa was his weak spot in-between all the shakes and meat.

"You sure you are not just doing it out of desperation? Why do you suddenly like Isaiah so much?"

Rip prepared the flour, eyes flickering towards Dylan. "It only took a few dozens of killing attempts, a few months of dedicated training and impossible patience and giving me a way out that doesn't involve the streets," he said jokingly.

"See? Desperation and inherit power disbalance."

"Power disbalance? You have been watching some weird Tiktaks again."

"TikTok. It's TikTok. And what do you mean I can't sound all high and educated? You try listening to my sister for a few minutes and you be spewing out new words too."

"Her talking always puts you to sleep," Rip objected.

"It worms its way into your subconsciousness," Dylan said, crossing his arms on his chest.

Rip shook his head, adding the flour to the boiling milk and big spoons of sugar. "You got some kind of beef with Isaiah I don't know of?"

"There is no beef, Jesus...." Dylan's voice trailed off into grunts, something about everyone being stolen away.

Rip stirred the porridge fondly. It wasn't like he could afford to get away with the same things as Dylan, but it was heartwarming to have someone so concerned about his wishes and wants.

When the porridge, butter and cocoa was ready, it wasn't hard to coax Dylan into relaxing and eating. Rip was about to call it a win, when Dylan's pace slowed down considerably and he wasn't even halfway done.

"What's wrong? Still too hot in the middle?" Rip asked, standing over Dylan's spot on the sofa.

Dylan stirred the porridge. "Nah, man, it's great. Really, thanks." As if to disapprove his words, he put the plate down on the table and curled back up on the sofa. His eyes were drooping.

"This is getting weird," Rip complained, looking him up and down.

"I'm feeling a little off, that's all," Dylan said, closing his eyes. "Go to the gym without me today."

"Did you play Xbox till 3 am again?"

"No, I didn't," Dylan stuck out his tongue at him. "Swear. Your sleep's too sensitive anyway, you hear the grass growing—how would I get away with a game?"

But Dylan was usually a ball of energy. Being sleepy this late in the day, no jumping, training or bouncing on his feet?

"I'm just gonna get a nap, 's all." Dylan hugged himself around the chest, knees tucked close. "Go, you are all needles to get out of the place."

That was true, but Rip wasn't about to admit it now that he got a hunch something was wrong.

Dylan sighed at Rip's undecision and grabbed his hand, pushing it against his forehead. "Here. See for yourself. Do I seem feverish to you?"

Rip's eyes narrowed as he tried to focus. "It's warm, but I don't really know when it's normal and when not. Do we have a thermometer?"

"Nope. Only that handgun thing that doesn't work. Mom promised to give me one of those real ones that work, but I forgot it at her place." The brown-haired boy wiggled his head against the cushion, eyes closing again, but he didn't look peaceful.

"I'm gonna ask Seline if- damn, they aren't home." Rip ran a hand through his hair. "Do you have a key to their place?"

"Can I have one?"

Rip threw out his hands. "How should I know?"

"We can get inside with the shadows."

"Yeah, I'm gonna be breaking into the Executioner's place, sure. No, thanks." Rip didn't know how he got into Isaiah's good graces, but he wasn't going to risk losing them. "What else is there that I can do?"

"Go to the pharmacy?" Dylan shrugged, then winced and added quickly: "Hey, that's not needed though, right? Plus, if I need something, I can get it, it's just a block away."

Rip turned away, painfully reminded that going to the pharmacy was beyond his limit of abilities. He could keep his cool around Isaiah's pack, even Hector and Arnie, so people he knew. Heck, he could probably manage around wolves pretty well now.

But around humans? That was still too risky and got his shadow going in an ugly way.

A pang of shame went through his ribs at the thought he couldn't even go and buy Dylan medicine if he needed it.

"Forget it, man, I just need to sleep it off."

...

Rip didn't end up going to the gym, instead working out on the trapeze stick that they installed together in the hallway.

He wanted to keep an eye on Dylan. The guy was so whiny for every single thing, and so loud and filling the room, that this quiet was setting off all the red lights in Rip's head.

Which was ridiculous. Were they on the streets, fever wouldn't even be something to speak about. Rip would opt to walk it off.

These city pups were so fragile, for real. His old self would have said that. Heck, his mind was still saying it.

So why was he so restless?

Attuned to all the little sounds of the apartment, cleaning up the floor and the dust for the seventh time...

So he could tell the exact moment when things started to get worse.

Dylan was groaning in his sleep. He was curling up on himself, so Rip covered him with a blanket. It was twisted in his grip and he was positively sweating, hair all matted and dark.

Rip crouched down next to him, wrecking his brain on what he knew about treating fevers and human kids.

Dylan groaned again, his eyes opening to slits. "Oh hey..."

"You are feeling worse, aren't you?" Rip said instead of a hello.

Dylan shrugged, corner of his Rip twitching. "Don't look so serious." He frowned, wrapping his hands around his stomach. "Damn, I'm freezing."

"It's warm here."

"For real, I bet I can see my breath."

Rip pushed his sweaty hair out of his forehead. "I think frying an egg on your cheek temp counts as fever. Tell me what to do."

Dylan looked at him dizzyly, like he needed time to process to question. Looking at him this close, Rip noticed the pallor of his skin, the shadows growing under his eyes like bruises.

"Maybe some water?" he croaked.

Rip nodded and almost jumped over the kitchen island in his hurry to get a glass of cool water.

Dylan climbed up into a seated position with difficulty, his hands shaking. Rip held the glass to his lips.

Halfway through Dylan coughed and gagged, the last mouthful of the water gurgling back up into the glass.

"Goddammit, sorry-"

"It's fine," Rip assured, bringing the glass away. "Nausous?"

Dylan grimaced. "Stomach hurts. The porridge's been sitting there like a ton of bricks."

"Is this from the fever or is the fever a symptom of a stomach flu? How does it work?"

Dylan let out a giggle that turned into a cough and another gag. He pressed his hand against his mouth, breathing deeply to fight off the nausea. "Don't know. It doesn't really matter, does it?"

"I guess not." Rip shook himself internally, getting to his feet. "This is nothing. You will sleep this off in half a day. Go back to sleep."

They were not going to be panicking over a fever. He knew how whiny and dramatic Dylan could be. Better not take him seriously.

Dylan didn't whine though. He just nodded, pulling the blanket up to his chin and curled back up on the pillow with a shiver.

Rip stayed at his side, braced on the armrest. This time when Dylan woke up, gagging and heaving, he was prepared with a trashcan.

"Here, here, here." Rip held the bucket under his chin as Dylan's body rolled with heaves. He burped several times, bringing up a mouthful of white chunks. There was a dark map of sweat on his shirt, front and back.

Dylan coughed, stomach spasming. He wiggled out of the blanket, throwing his feet over the rim. "Need to- should go-"

Rip slid to the seat next to him. "Where should you go? Hey, trashcan is right here."

"Gonna make a mess- you don't like-"

"Sheesh, forget about that. I got you covered." Rip's voice softened. "You don't need to get up for this."

Dylan looked at him with a deeply set frown of confusion then nodded. There were exactly three seconds of peace before Dylan's body jerked forward and he was coughing up more creamy vomit.

Rip pulled the trashcan into Dylan's lap to catch the most of it, but some dribbled down his chin and down on his shirt.

Dylan was positively glowing with heat, all red in the cheeks, from the fever or the strain, Rip wasn't sure.

Rip rubbed his back as Dylan burped emptily over the trashcan, eyes all watery and glistening.

Dylan fell right back down onto the pillow. Rip fetched him another shirt and manhandled his limp form into a fresh one. The sick wolf was still shivering, although he was sweating like he got from a pouring rain.

Rip did the reasonable thing and tried to call. Isaiah first, then Seline. His phone and then Dylan's in case they didn't want to take his calls.

But no one was picking up. Jeez, did they not have signals at wolf meets or what?

He was pacing around the living room. Going through the cabinets didn't reveal any medications aside some lollipops for strep throat and aloe vera spray.

Why was it such a problem to go fucking shopping?

Of course it was a problem. Rip had money of his own since like last week. And he couldn't go somewhere with people, his shadow would freak out...

"Rip..."

The voice got his attention at once and Rip hurried to crouch by Dylan's side. "Yeah? I'm right here."

"My hands are burning..."

"Huh? What do you mean?" Rip grabbed for Dylan's hands under the blanket, turning it palm up to examine it. "It's not burning, it's okay-"

Then he noticed it. Red little bumps on the inside of his hands, like a rash, starting on his palms and continuing up to his elbwos.

"What are those things?" Dylan sounded more distressed and alert than when he was throwing up, voice going all choked up.

"Ehhh those...I'm sure it's nothing, D. I'm gonna look it up, okay?"

Dylan looked so close to tears Rip hesitated to get up. He reached for Dylan's phone instead and then climbed onto the sofa so he could hold Dylan in his lap.

"They say some infections and high fevers can cause hives..."

Dylan pressed his head against Rip's middle, clutching his hands to his chest. "I don't want them-"

"Shhhhh. They will go away on their own as the fever goes down. You got some nasty little virus that's all."

Dylan's lips were trembling. "They itch. Make them go away."

Rip sighed, experimentally touching Dylan's forehead. God, he was really burning up. He let his fingers linger, petting his hair. "It's gonna be okay, D. Relax. This is nothing."

"They are so ugly," Dylan whined, burying his face deeper into Rip's stomach.

Rip almost burst into a hysterical laugh. "Man, that's truly the least of our problems."

Dylan sobbed quietly, and Rip winced, wrapping his hands around the other boy and pulling him close. "Shhhhh. They are not, they are not. Hey. Stop that."

Dylan groaned, then looked up at Rip with wet lashes. "Isn't it disgusting?"

Rip screwed up his face. He had seen many many ugly and disgusting things, infected wounds, horrible burns, heck, the bitemarks lining up his own arms and neck...he was genuinely too desynthesized.

"No, I swear it's not, D. You couldn't be disgusting if you tried." He leaned over Dylan, combing his hair back. "See? Wouldn't be touching you if you were disgusting, right?"

Dylan watched him so intensively Rip worried a little he would burst a vein in his eye. Finally, he nodded and snuggled—snuggled!—closer. "Okay."

[eleanorenchanted]

I admire you. Don’t make me keep saying it.

[hidey-writes]

Day After Day | 日复一日

25k | T | Weilan | Case Fic, Undercover Married, Grief

Shen Wei swallows. “And this is why you asked me to—” he makes a vague gesture that means go undercover as your husband “—pretend with you.” Zhao Yunlan comes to a stop, eyes on Shen Wei. “That’s why the cover is a married couple. The reason I’m asking you is because there are no other options for people to go undercover with.” Shen Wei scoffs to give himself an excuse to look away. “You certainly know how to flatter someone, Zhao Yunlan.” Or: Four Haixingren disappear for two months after a stay at a romantic mountain retreat. Shen Wei and Zhao Yunlan book a weekend there to find out what happened.

it's finally here!!! my beloved fic for the 520 day guardian reverse exchange! this was written for trobadora, who gave me the most delicious set of ideas to fit into a story. it was so fun.

i have no idea how to describe this fic, frankly - this is, hands down, the most complex and most heartwrenching and most incredible thing i've ever written in my entire life.

here is a list of some things in it: a kiss, a mystery, a change of heart. old chinese people, dark energy world-building, lesbians, big-time character parallels, forgery of documents, rainstorms, rowboats, lollipop symbolism, [redacted], bedsharing, grading, the stupidest undercover name ever. zhao yunlan described with so many light metaphors. shen wei being the most shen wei i could make him.

read Day After Day | 日复一日 on ao3 here!

[creative-caramel-coffee]

hiii, i don't know if you do these prompts/headcannons but can u do one based off the pot plant one you just did where marilyn finds out that reader got hurt because of her class? pls and ty! <3

Attack of the Pot Plant Part 2

Pairings: Thornhill x Reader (platonic)

Word count: 1.2K

Summary: The aftermath of part one.

TW: Blood, fever, injury, infection, medicine

A/n as requested here is part 2 for y’all :)

You didn’t know what the time was when you woke up. The first thing you saw was the sun starting to dip below the trees out the window. As you came to you realised a gentle hand was stroking your cheek. With a lot of effort, you turned your head to look at the intruder.

Ms Thornhill sat on your bed, her hand gently tracing your cheekbone. When your eyes fell on her she smiled.

“Hello honey.” She said, “did you sleep well?”

“Mmm.” You said pushing yourself upright against the head of the bed and rubbing your eyes. “W’as th’ time?” You asked with a yawn, and she let out a small chuckle.

“It's almost eight.” She responded and leaned over to your bedside table where she had seemingly left some supplies earlier. After a second, she turned back to you and gently guided your head to one side with her hand on your chin.

“Hold still for me sweet girl.” She said and gently placed the thermometer in your ear.” You rested your head against the back of the bed and let out a sigh, your eyes drifting closed. “Don’t go falling asleep on me just yet.” She teased and you let out a huff and opened your eyes. “There we go.” She smiled.

The thermometer beeped and she pulled it away to check the number, humming softly.

“The good news is its going down. The bad news is its going down, slowly.” She said and pushed up her glasses, placing the device back on the bedside table. “I’ve got some more medicine for you and i think it's time i changed those bandages and put on some fresh cream, alright?” She asked and you nodded still feeling sleepy.

She picked up a strip of tablets and popped out two, handing them to you. Wordlessly you took them and grabbed your water-bottle to chase them down.

Ms Thornhill studied you carefully the whole time as if you might break. She took the water-bottle and put it back on the bedside for you again.

“Now.” She said smoothing out her track pants “let's take a look at that bandage.” She smiled and held out her hand. You placed your arm in it, and she patted your hand. “This won’t take a moment.” She said and began to unwind the white wrappings. “Honey, you never did tell me how you hurt yourself?” She said as she worked. Depositing the old bandage in the bin and wiping down your arm gently.

“Um… so you know … that pot plant that broke this afternoon?” You said and she looked up with an expression of shock.

“Please don’t tell me this happened in my class.” Her face went slightly pale.

“Umm….” You said not really looking at her. She gently took your face in her hands and guided it too look at her.

“Darling when things like this happen you have to tell me.” She said softly and with undertones of concern.

“I-I… I’ll try.” You said with a half smiled.

“Good girl.” She said and patted your cheek. “Now let's finish this off and Yoko will be back with your dinner soon.”

She carefully spread some more cream over the wound and held the gauze over it as she began winding a fresh bandage over your arm. When she was done, she tied it off and put the rubbish in the bin by the bed.

Turning back to you she began fussing.

“How do you feel now?” She pressed her hand to your cheek. “You feel a bit less warm.” She noted to herself. “Does it still hurt?”

“I feel better. It doesn’t hurt that much.” You smiled and she smiled back.

“Alright.” She smiled and stood up, pushing herself off by her hands on her knees. She clapped and bounced on her toes twice. “If you need me i’ll be in my room or getting dinner. Don’t hesitate to call for me. If i find out you needed me and didn’t come get me, or send someone to come get me, you will be in trouble Ms L/n. Am i understood.” She said and you grinned dopily and nodded making her laugh.

“Good.” She said smiled once more before she left.

It was safe to say you did get her later, or at least, Yoko did. You had eaten dinner and gone through your night routine and as you settled into bed, you were feeling worse. Your fever had spiked, and it was both too hot and cold all at once.

Yoko had come out of the bathroom, given you one glance and declared she was going to get thornhill, giving you no time to argue.

Ms Thornhill was just settling down to read her book on plant species and their impacts on outcasts of northern America when there was a knock on her door. Praying it wasn’t someone coming to give her more marking or an extra lunchtime duty, she put in her bookmark and swung her legs out of bed, peeling back the warm covers. She slipped on her ugg boots, which were easy to put on in case she had to stop a student from sneaking out in the middle of the night and went to open the door.

She was mildly surprised to see Yoko standing there and immediately made the connection.

“What’s wrong with her?” She asked already heading to your dorm with Yoko following behind.

“Her fever spiked.” She said and Ms Thornhill’s concern grew.

“How badly.”

“Bad enough.” Yoko grimaced and the botanist arrived and opened the door. You were splayed out on the bed like a starfish, eyes half closed and murmuring nonsense under your breath.

“Shoot.” Ms Thornhill said and quickly came over.

She grabbed the thermometer from earlier and slipped it into your ear. You turned your head away and she grabbed your opposing cheek softly to hold you in place as she reinserted the device. Once it beeped, she let you go again and frowned at the number.

“Your right Yoko this is far too high. Can you fetch me a cloth from the bathroom please? We need to bring this down.”

She began to haul you up more onto the bed and position you in the pillows while you whined like a toddler.

“Work with me Y/n.” She said under her breath, and you curled into her side. She sighed and gave up. Yoko returned a moment later with the cloth and Ms Thornhill took it and laid it across your sweaty brow, brushing back the small curls with her thumb.

You mumbled something she didn’t catch and wrapped your arms around her midsection. She was surprised but simply patted your hand and ran her thumb over your knuckles.

Yoko was back on her side of the room now. Reading again.

Ms Thornhill sat with you for a while, checking your temperature with her hand and intermittently, the thermometer. Once you had detached yourself from her and about a half hour passed the fever was beginning to break. About another five minutes later and you were fever-free and resting soundly.

“Alright Yoko. You know the drill. Get me if she gets worse or needs something. I trust you will keep an eye on her for me?” Ms Thornhill asked and stood at the same time.

Yoko nodded and waved as the teacher left before burying her face into the book again. Some Stephen king type thriller slash horror, not much plot, but lots of blood. Fitting for a vampire at least.

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